#its just ive been asked this 100 times before so ive got it all down pretty easy to parrot over and over now lmfao

[flnpushy]

Helios A New Era: Multiples

Kara was now headed back to her office after assisting Felicity with her birthing experience. As she turned the corridor to enter the lab and office area she was met by Dr. Karens standing in her office doorway. With Dr Karens was a cart loaded with testing instruments and lab equipment. Dr. Karens motioned Kara to come to the office. Kara entered and sat down on her desk chair. Karens stayed standing. It was clear something needed urgent attention in the facility. 

“Ok I am here to fill you in on your next assignment.’ Karens said. “I have been conducting an experiment never before done on Helios. Its been attempted on Alpha Centauri and Martian turf, but never here. Due to the increased demand we need to start playing with the idea of impregnating multiples with our semen impregnation. 13 months ago I began an experiment with two second-time mothers that volunteered. I didn’t want this to be a first birth experience so i needed two mothers with at least some birthing experience. I selected a multiples semen for these women and it took. Both are impregnated with twins. Each baby weighs between 17-19 pounds. Both mothers have been on bedrest for the last 9 months as their bellies are really too big to walk any distance.” Karens briefed. 

“Ok where do I come in?” Kara asked.

“Glad you asked!” Karens said. “Handling two mothers and taking data for both accurately would be impossible. I need you to take the metrics and assist with one mother, while I assist the other. I have sent you instructions for the metrics that we need to take. We will be using all this equipment and taking every measurement and line of data we can. We need to know how to implement this on a large scale. but do it with welfare of the mother and babies in mind.” Karens said.

“Ok i think i can handle this!” Kara exclaimed. 

“Stay humble, we need this data, it’s vital to this facility.” Karens said. “And oh yeah, one more thing , both mothers are in accelerated labor to ensure the babies don’t get any bigger inside them. the should begin the birth process in the next few hours. Get there, and get started. If you need help i will be in the next room over, call for backup if needed.” Karens said as she walked out the office door. 

Kara was excited about this mission. Birthing twins was new for Helios and Kara was always excited to be a part of a new project! She gathered her tools, a bite to eat, and her personal items, grabbed the cart of testing equipment and headed for the mothers room. 

Navigating Helios was a chore in itself. The facility was large…. very large. Over 100 acres in size. It could be seen on the lunar surface from hundreds of miles up in the black space above. Kara however knew most of the facility like clockwork. She walked to her transport scooter, hitched on the cart and sped away. Of course being a vice president scientist had its perks, but it also came with its downfalls. Kara was constantly stopped by mothers with questions as she traveled around. This time was no exception. As kara turned down the Central Hall toward the gardens she was stopped by a pregnant mother asking about her birthing issues. 

“ Hey Kara, ive been in birth now for 3 days and I still cant feel any progress.” The women asked. “Can you check me?” 

“Of course, I am very busy, but I will always make time for a birthing mother!” Kara replied.

Kara got off of the scooter and grabbed her probe. The woman spread her legs. Kara pushed the tip of the probe into the woman’s opening until it stopped. 

“Well found babies head!” Kara said. “Little ways in there yet!” 

The probe gave back its findings. 

“Ok girl, babies doing good. 20 pounder, healthy, coming normally.” Kara reported. 

“ I just cant push her out of there!” The woman said. 

“You will hun, I suggest a birth stool and some hard pushing, She will come, just taking her sweet time!” Kara said. “Any issues, let us know.” 

Kara got back on the scooter and sped off toward the living quarters. 

The living facilities at the station were just as large as the station. Housing 2500 pregnant women as well as staff. All rooms were well equipped, but pregnant mothers rooms were among the finest. Helios wanted absolute comfort for pregnant and birthing mothers. 

Kara turned from the Garden Hall into the living quarters. She then drove onto an elevator. The elevator landed at floor 3. Kara left the lift and headed for 314-S-1M. When she arrived she scanned herself at the airlock door, and made her way into the room. 

Inside the room she saw a woman facing the other direction. She looked to be sleeping. Kara only noticed her blonde hair showing from under the thick white blankets. Kara approached slowly pulling the cart of equipment behind her. The cart suddenly made a clunk on the self-cleaning membrane floor below.

“Oops.” Kara said aloud.

She noticed the woman move. The woman turned and looked. 

“Hello?” She asked faintly. 

“Hello, Im Kara, here to assist you!” Kara said. 

“Karens must have sent you?” The woman asked. 

“Yes, she has appointed me to be your assist, as well as take data.” Kara said. 

“Ok, i am Sara by the way.” She said.

“Good to meet you Sara!” Kara said in return. 

Kara moved over by the bed and got closer to Sara. 

“So you want to see the full me haha?” Sara laughed. 

“Yeah lets see that belly!” Kara said 

Sara pulled back the covers to reveal herself in the bed. Sara was a small framed girl, maybe 5 foot 3. Her belly was massive! Even larger than Kara’s belly when she was impregnated with her 31 pound record baby!

“Wow two big babies in there!” Kara said surprised. 

“Yeah, i really haven’t moved much now in a couple months. Im just too big” Sara said. 

“This is your second time birthing right?” Kara asked. 

“Yeah second time, Thank goodness. Imagine pushing out two 19 pound babies for your first time?” Sara remarked.

“Yeah that would be crazy!” Kara said. 

“Have you started contractions?” Kara asked.

“Yes, been in labor now for a week, Im supposed to start pushing in the next hours.” Sara said. 

“Well are you ready?” Kara asked. 

“Yes! I want to get these babies out!” Sara said acting exhausted from supporting the babies in her belly. 

“Ok, well lets get you hooked up to the testing equipment and get you ready to do some pushing!” Kara said. 

“Karens warned me there would be a lot of testing and instruments.” Sara remarked.

“Yes there will be.” Kara replied. 

“Ok, I agreed to this haha!” Sara said. 

“Ok hun, lets have you raise up your top leg, you can stay side laying.” Kara said. 

Sara lifted her top leg and held it up. This opened her vagina area for Kara to begin working with the testing equipment. 

First Kara took a monitoring probe and put it in Sara’s opening. This was designed to come out as the baby did and keep track of many metrics including, the health of the baby, positioning, pushing force and exertion, movements of the baby, and more. The probe was now against the cervix which was dilated fully and ready for Sara to push! The next tool was attached to Sara’s belly with medical tape to monitor contractions and baby movements. Kara then loaded the devices which all of course were wireless. This was the year 3150, there were no cables! Kara took initial notes on her findings. Baby number ones head was now opening the cervix. It was time for this event to happen. However Kara knew birthing both babies could take several days. This wasn’t normally an issue, but with twins, this gave more time for baby number two to grow even larger while baby number one was being pushed out.

“Ok Sara lets have you try some pushing!” Kara said. “I want to test the equipment and make sure all is well.” 

Sara breathed in and made a grunt as she began her first push. Kara noted that the instruments were indeed working well, but she was worried. Sara’s push exertion was quite low despite putting obvious effort into her push. Kara knew this was to be a long birth.

As Sara wrapped up her first push she was still contracting. She bore down once more. Kara could see activity in her large belly. Baby number two was still fully in the womb and kicking around. Meanwhile baby number one’s head was starting to move through the cervix and into the vagina for Sara to start pushing it free. Sara was averaging a contraction every few minutes and according to the instrumentation was making slow progress. The pressure sensor that Kara had inserted was now touching the babies head. The sensor would then attach lightly to the head so that all metrics could be monitored, even if the baby slipped back. 

Two hours had passed now and Sara was still actively pushing. She was pushing hard, almost as hard as she could muster, but baby number one wasn’t moving. The head was now through the cervix but had been for an hour. Another 45 minutes passed. 

“Is he moving in there at all?” Sara asked.

“Yes, he’s moving, but slowly.” Kara said. 

“Well baby number two sure is active, i can feel him kicking and squirming wanting to get out!” Sara said. 

“Sorry baby 2 but baby one has to come out first!” Kara said. 

Kara was actively logging data as Sara pushed. Another 2 hours passed. Finally some progress was happening. When Sara pushed Kara noticed her perineum area bulging. This meant baby was getting close to making an appearance. Sara was toughing it out and she had been continually in the same position for hours now. Finally Sara Tired of her position and asked to be moved to a birth stool. Kara helped guide her safely to a birth stool in the room. Sara sat down and got comfortable. The birth stool opening was wide and this caused Sara’s smaller hips to sink in a bit. She Made a couple pushes.

“Im worried that the additional pressure from your seating position may restrict the baby from coming out.” Kara said. 

Kara decided that Sara needed to change position once more. It was decided that Sara had no choice but to lay on her back and push. Her belly was simply too big, and her hips to small to allow many other options.

Another 2 hours passed. Sara was still pushing triumphantly, but progress was crazy slow.  Finally Kara noticed movement of her opening as Sara gave a push. Kara noticed the lip of her labia curl out slightly with the push. The babies head was just inside now. Kara’s data instruments were constantly logging data of the birthing action. The biggest metric being logged was that of pushing force and how much it made the baby move. The lower the force the less baby should move, the higher the force the move movement that should occur. A big push with no movement was recorded as a struggle. The second was the data from the second baby. If the second baby was in too long it would continue to grow in size making it even harder to push out. With a decent diet from mom, the babies she carried could grow 1/4 pound to 1/2 pound per day inside. 

Sara’s next push yielded results. As she pushed she could see a tiny sliver of the head appear in the opening. It was surrounded by the bag of waters that still had not broken. It was likely this baby could be born in the sac. The little head wiggled from side to side before being sucked back in Sara’s belly. Sara’s tummy was a hive of activity. Baby number 2 was still kicking and squirming for a chance to get out. Meanwhile baby one with its head now in Sara’s vagina was kicking and having its own struggle trying to get unstuck and out of Sara. 

“Oh somethings happening…!” Sara said. “It feels different now.” 

Sara pushed a few times with nothing to show for it. However the next push brought forth the Sac. Sara pushed again and the sac came out. The sac was large and fluid filled, it dangled from Sara’s opening. 

“I need to stand.” Sara requested. 

“Ok what ever feels best for you.” Kara replied. 

Sara stood up carefully as to not disturb the sac that was hanging out of her. As she stood more sac came out and now dangled around 8 inches out of Sara’s opening. It was very full of opaque colored fluid. As Sara stood the sac wiggled and jiggled about. Sara took a couple steps but as she did the sac slapped the inside of her thighs. 

“Oh that tickles!” Sara said. 

“It must feel really weird.” Kara replied.

Sara made a couple pushes standing up but nothing much really progressed. 10 minutes later Sara laid back in bed. The sac still hanging below her opening. 

“Data alert.” One of Kara’s instruments said aloud.

“Hmmm let's see what going on here.” Kara said. 

“Baby 2 has gained 1/2 pound in last 24 hours.” The display read.

“We need to get baby one progressing.” Kara said.

“Im trying the best I can.” Sara said. 

“I know hun, but I’m worried about baby number 2 getting bigger in there.” Kara said. Sara made more pushes and Kara noticed her bulging. 

“Lets take a look in there.” Kara said. 

Kara moved over from the side of the birth bed to Sara’s open legs. She used both hands and spread open Sara’s labia. There, about 1.5 inches in was a tuft of babies hair. Kara let go and watched as the skin around the babies head closed and sealed it back in Sara’s vagina. The reality was is not much progress had been made in 12 hours. 

Sara continued to make pushes for another 4 hours till finally a small breakthrough. Kara watched intently as Sara grunted a large push, Sara could feel what was happening in her opening and knew the babies head was about to make its first appearance. 

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHMMMMMM!” Sara grunted.

“Good Good!” Kara said. 

A small tuft of babies hair poked out from Sara’s vagina. The push ended and the head was immediately sucked back in her belly. It was frustrating, but good to see progress. Time continued on and Kara kept taking notes and data. 

11:00 - Baby makes small appearance, withdraws. 

11:10 - Small bit of head comes forth, withdraws

11:15 - Mother closes legs and takes break. Baby assumed withdrawn.

11:30 - pushing actively, no head 

11:50 - head appears 

11:52 - head goes back in. 

12:10 - pushing 

12:12 - head appears

12:13 - head slips back 

12:20 - head visible with push 

12:22 - head slips back in 

The time continued to trickle by as Sara continued struggling to get baby number 1 out. Another 4 hours passed. Kara noted over 100 notes of slip ins and pushes in this time. It was clear that Sara was truly struggling to get the first baby to come out. Baby number 2 continued to wiggle around in the womb and grow, while its brother remained stuck in the birth canal. Sara helplessly continued to push to free baby number 1, but it was making zero progress besides slipping back in. Baby one was wiggling and kicking as Sara pushed in an effort to free itself from Sara. She could feel its kicks as it made desperate attempts to free itself. But it was no help, the baby was stuck, or simply to big to fit. Sara desperately needed to stretch more in order to free the baby. 

“You need to stand and walk.” Kara said. “We need to make room or get baby one to free up in there.” 

Sara struggled to get on her feet as her massive belly protruded from her small frame. Kara watched the babies head slip back in as Sara got up. The baby was once again sealed inside. Sara got on her feet and began to walk around a bit. She paced the room slowly, moving her hips and wiggling in attempt to get baby number one to come free. Meanwhile baby 2 was moving frantically in the belly. Kara could see it kicking rapidly, It also desperately wanted to come out. Sara positioned herself at a seat bar in the room after pacing for a bout 20 minutes. It was time to see if he walking had helped. She squatted down into full push. Sara continued pushing for a few minutes until finally baby one made an appearance in her vaginal opening. It stayed there momentarily until it slipped back in. 

“GET IT OUT!!” Sara yelped. 

Sara had finally become impatient She made a desperate push.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGG!!” She yelled.

The head made a quick appearance then slowly went back in.

“I cant do it Kara.” Sara admitted. 

“Um you don’t really have a choice Sara, You have 2 babies in you that need to come out.” Kara said. 

“Is there anything you can do?” Sara asked.

“No, you can only get the babies out under your own power.” Kara replied. 

Sara returned to pushing. After another hour the babies head was now staying down. The top of the head was now poking out a little ways. It was progress. Another hour passed and no matter the push, the babies head didn’t budge. The head remained poking out slightly. Kara received another update to her system link. Baby number 2 inside Sara’s tummy had gained another half pound in weight. Baby number two was getting only bigger, and harder to push out. Things were about to get worse for Sara. Another strong contraction came and Sara pushed hard. She felt a very painful searing sensation from her belly. 

“Ahhhh ouch ahhhh!” Sara yelped in pain. 

Kara’s sensors went mad with updates. Baby 2 had turned breech. 

This wasn’t a big deal however considering breech births were common on Helios. Sara was about to receive a break. After an additional hour of pushing she was actually beginning to crown. Sara was stretched to the max, the skin around the babies tightly held head was white with the pressure. Sara gathered up and made one massive push. The head popped free! Still riding the wave she pushed again popping one shoulder out. The other followed. This was super rare. Usually with a 20 pound baby the shoulders could take 12-24 hours to come out! This was rare, but Sara was delighted by it. Baby one was now out and taken to the next facility by helios security. Now it was time for baby number 2.

Baby number 2 was now almost 22 pounds and was turned breech. It looked like a tough go for Sara. However within a few hours of baby one. Baby 2 was moving its way into the birth canal feet first. Sara was getting strong contractions, but not needing to push much to advance the large baby. Another 4 hours passed. Finally it was pushing time for baby number 2. Sara now free of one baby felt more active and able to move around easier. She moved to an all 4s position on the bed to begin the pushes. Sara was beginning to have some effect on moving the 22 pound baby through her birth canal. Within 3 hours the baby had gone from in the belly to having its feet in the vaginal canal through the cervix. It was only a matter of time until the baby would be making its first appearance. Another hour of constant pushing came and went. Then finally.

“We have a foot!” Kara said as Sara grunts through a push.

Sara kept pushing until the contraction ended. The foot was sucked back inside. The next contraction brought the foot forth once more. Only to be pulled back in with the end of the push. A few pushes later, and a few more foot sightings, the second foot began to emerge as Sara contracted. After a couple more pushes, the legs emerged to the knees. A couple more contractions did nothing to progress, but finally the legs turned into a waist, and eventually the belly came out. Now just the shoulders and head remained in Sara’s birth canal. The shoulders were no big deal, two more pushes had them out. Now just babies head was inside. Sara worked at it a bit but without much luck. Being stretched out from baby one was helping progress, but the head was quite large. It would be a stretch to get it out. As Sara struggled the baby attempted to help. The baby, with its head still stuck in Sara, began wiggling around its legs and arms attempting to free itself. A few moments passed. It was decided that Sara needed to change position to assist the head out. Kara helped her onto a birth stool. The babies body hung below her as she stood up to make the move. Then baby continued to wiggle around. Sara sat on the stool and began pushing once more. The lower head was now coming a bit. Sara pushed hard and it came some more. Another 20 minutes passed. One more push had it. The baby came free and the experiment was complete. Kara had successfully tracked one more experiment. 

#birth #birth kink #giving birth #crowning #pregnancy #pregnant #birth denial #birth story #breech #scifi birth

[dylanmunson]

Pregnant / Eddie Munson

summary: you and eddie have been together since the start of highschool, now both finally out of school you find out your pregnant. Eddie did say '86 is my year... so... 

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You sat in the kitchen area with the test in front of you, looking down at the two pink lines, you sigh closing your eyes. 'fuck' you mumble running your hands over your face. 

You and Eddie had never spoken about having kids, sure you wanted one or two but not right now? As for Eddie, you were certain he'd freak out and leave you. Both of you still a bit to childish to take care of a plant let alone a baby. You look at the test again picking up holding it against the dim light, yup theres 100% two lines. 

You feel your bottom lip start to wobble, you squeeze your eyes shut to try stop the tears but they start falling anyway. 'fuck' you groan getting up and going into yours and eddies bedroom, since you were here most of the time anyway, it was basically home. You flop onto the bed and groan hiding your face into the pillows. 

You wake up feeling a hand on your lower back, 'mhmm' you groan 'hey sweetheart' eddie smiles softly 'you dozed off before i got home' he chuckles moving your hair out of your face 'sorry' you mumble moving to sit up next to him, you lean your head on his shoulder 'how was hellfire?' you yawn he chuckles 'was good, my little sheepies won the campaign' he smiles taking your hands into his. 'ive decided its dustin whos gonna take over' he smiles kissing your head 'yeah?' you smile at him, he nods his head 'hendersons got it, im still going to go to some of the games' he chuckles, you smile placing a soft kiss on his lips, 'and we're gonna still play outside of school--' then it hits you as he keeps talking about hellfire.  

you left the test on the table. 

'uhh, two seconds babe' you grin jumping up and going to grab the test, Eddie follows you out 'wha-' he stops as you pick it up 'babe?' you freeze, not turning to look at him 'whatcha got there?' he hums walking closer. 

truth be told, he saw it when he came in, but he wanted to hear it from you, so it didnt bring it up. 

'ed, i- i just' you sigh 'im so sorry' you mumble leaning over the counter. 'why you sorry for' he chuckles coming up behind you rubbing your back 'sweetheart whats wrong' he mumbles pulling you into him. 'im pregnant eddie' you sob into his chest, he bites his lip before kissing the top of your head. 

"we're having a baby?" he chuckles, you frown looking up at him, no ounce of anger in his face 'your not angry?' he shakes his head 'whyd i be angry?' he chuckles 'ive loved you since we were fucking freshman, i knew you were the one when you agreed to sub in for Jeff that one time in freshman year, when you destroyed everyone in the game, all while looking like a god damn angel in your little elf outfit' he chuckles remembering it like it was yesterday. Jeff had the flu real bad and Hellfire needed a sub, so Eddie asked you, you agreed of course your relationship was just starting out and you wanted to make a good impress to his friends. Granted you had known everyone since middle school but this was the first time playing dnd with them. You had gotten dressed up as your character as well, adding little elf clip on ears to your own and pink shimmery body glitter covering your arms, nose and chest. 

You bite your lip trying to calm down as more tears run down your face 'sweetheart' he chuckles wiping them away 'i thought youd leave' you sob, his heart aches as you cry into his chest 'never doll, im not going anywhere' he mumbles into your hair, rubbing your back. You stay like that for a few more moments, 'so we're having a baby' he chuckles, you nod your head 'yeah' you chuckle wiping your eyes 'suppose we are' he nods kissing your nose 'hey baby bean' he grins placing his ring covered hand on your stomach 'cant wait to meet you' he grins as he kneels down and places a soft kiss on your tummy just above your belly button. 

/////// 

You were now two months along, you had had your first scan last week and were in complete and utter love with your little bean. You had moved into the trailer with Eddie and Wayne shortly after finding out. Eddie being by your side the whole time, making sure you had everything and anything needed. 

Today you were telling your friends, Steve and Robin and all the Hellfire boys about your little bundle of joy. 

They were all coming over for a movie and games night, the game obviously being dnd, not that Steve or Robin would play but they enjoyed watching every so often, You sat down on the sofa looking at the scan in your hands as Eddie places everything where it should be before everyone arrives. 

Everyone arrives with a box of pizza each, you chuckle shaking your head leaning into eddie as he tucks into his one, 'guys' he says with a mouth full of pizza, everyone turns to him 'were just waiting for one more person to arrive' he grins Dustin is the first to look around at everyone 'but everyones here?' he states, Eddie grins 'no they arent' wrapping his arm around you 'but this person is gonna take a while to get here' Mike sighs 'come on man, we just wanna play dnd' Jeff sitting back rolling his eyes. 'Edddddieeee' you groan laughing at the man next to you. 

He chuckles 'dont worry we can play without them' 'thank fuck' Mike sighs taking a sip of his drink 'besides they wont be able to play straight away anyway' everyone looks at him confused 'are you high?' Gareth says looking towards the older boy. 'No but she is pregnant so' he grins taking another bite of his pizza, like nothing happened. Like he hadnt just announced you were pregnant to all of your friends. 

'wait what yo-your pregnant?' 'your having a baby?' 'wait what?!" 'ewwwww' 

you hear, you nod standing up and grabbing your scan photo 'look'you grin handing Robin the photo 'its just a blob' she says tilting her head 'hey dont call my child a blob' Eddie says pointing a finger to the girl. 'Its baby bean' he mutters, 'riggghhhtttt' robin nods along 'how far along?' 'two months' you smile softly looking at eddie, taking his hand into yours. 'im not showing yet but i will be soon, and im- we're so scared but so excited and i just' you chuckle, eddie grins down at you 'we're so excited, starting our own little family' he grins kissing your head. 

'well im happy for you both' steve says, putting his can in the air 'to baby munson' he smiles waiting for everyone else to cheers him. 

'To baby Munson' everyone chuckles. 

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Now 5 months along, your got a little baby bump, youve moved into your own trailer with eddie, Wayne helping you but deciding its best for you and his nephew with your new chapter starting. You stand in the middle of the second bedroom as you start to plan out the nursery 'hey! i said itd do it!' eddie mumbles taking the paint brush from you 'go and rest sweetheart, the fumes arent good for you or baby' he smiles softly moving your hair behind your ear 'buuuu--' 'not buts' he chuckles placing a soft kiss on your lips 'go' he grins. You go and sit in the living area turning on the tv before dozing off. 

Your awoken a few hours later to the sound of Eddie playing the guitar, its soft and gentle compared to what its normally like, you stand up slowly and walk to your bedroom, eddies sat with his back to you, playing random chords and humming before stopping and writing something down 'whatcha doin eds' you smile as you catch him in the mirror, he grins turning to you 'just song writing honey' he smiles 'about?' 'you and baby' he smiles softly. 

You smile and nod your head as he carries on playing the song 'you going soft on me Munson' you chuckle, he rolls his eyes 'shut up' 

//////

8 and 1/4 months along 

You were nearly at the finish line, you were in bed one evening, Eddie was at Gareths house, they were holding a campaign there tonight, you were in bed when you felt it. 

'shit' 

You groan as you stand, fluid running down your leg 'fuck' you sigh, followed by a sharp pain in your tummy, 'ouch okay little one' you mumble putting your hand on your tummy where the pain was. 'okay okay, let me ring your father to tell him you want out' you chuckle. 

You slowly waddle over to the phone and ring Gareths home phone, after three rings he picks up 'We're in the middle of the game whats-' 'fuck, i ne- i need Eddie now' you groan as another sharp pain rumbles across your tummy 'but we're in the middle of-' 'Gareth tell eddie his child is coming and i need to get to the hospital right now or so help me god i will shove this phone so far up yo--' you groan. 'right got it' he mumbles before shouting to eddie.   

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its now 3am on the 15th May '87, Eddie was in the waiting room while you push and screamed. He heard you, it broke his heart to know you were in this much pain, but he also knew youd have your sweet baby bean in a matter of hours. 

4:49am Baby Munson makes their entrance into the world. You sob quietly as you hold baby in your arms, not noticing that Eddie is now running to your side. 'Hey sweetheart' he mumbles kissing your forehead 'im so proud of you' he grins 'hey you' you grin, the tiredness now starting to take over 'look' you grin looking down at the baby. 'their gorgeous' he grins 'healthy baby boy' you mumble kissing eddie. He grins resting his forehead against yours 'Hey baby boy' he chuckles 'wanna hold him?' you mumble, letting out a little yawn. 'i uh' 'baby needs skin to skin contact' one of the nurses say, Eddie gives you a look, you nod at him, he chuckles before taking his top off, 'like this' you smile handing baby over to eddie, who is now holding your son as carefully as he can 'he has your eyes' you grin at your boys. Eddie just chuckles to mesmerised at the little boy in his arms. 

#eddie munson #mine #dylanmunson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fic #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson my love #eddie munson masterlist #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson x oc

[suffarustuffaru]

What's your thoughts on Wish Upon a Sin by HoboWizard

like all the other times people have asked me for my opinions on fics, im gonna link the author/fic and explain the fic’s plot really quick - so the link to hobowizard's ao3 profile is here if youre interested in reading his stuff!!

so wish upon a sin, for those who dont know, is a fic where every time subaru dies, he goes back in time (like canon, yes) only - his save point never updates. it's stuck at when he first got isekaied into the fantasy world, meaning that every time he dies he loses a Shit Ton Of Progress. which is an Extremely fascinating plot and hobowizard is one of if not the most qualified writer for an idea That Ambitious HAH.

and that being said. i really really recommend reading hobo's fics in general for sure. ive read the first couple chapters for wish upon a sin Ages ago and 1. i dont have much time for everything anymore rip :< and 2. i struggle with focusing on things sometimes so i often dont read or finish longfics, so thats just the case for me with wish upon a sin and hobo's other longfic (so maybe im not 100% the target audience), but yes ive read the first couple chapters for each of those longfics a while back!! and i cannot recommend them enough.

wish upon a sin is absolutely gonna be the fic for you if you want a Very long fic thats plotty and centered around subaru that Really explores all the different avenues he can take - like this fic has a very strong premise and then explores it to the Absolute fullest!! i cannot praise it enough hah. its really good!!! and ill always be impressed with hobo's work.

i think my only real criticism (and like all the criticism i give for fics i mean it very Lightly, and also hobo's work is really good already so HAH) is that hobo's biggest strength is plot. he's really really good at complex plot and writing very plotty fics!! but there were a few times in the first chapters of wish upon a sin where i personally wished that the story got to slow down a bit and explore subaru's feelings more in depth. its touched on over and over in the story of course, which is great!! but for my own personal taste i couldnt Feel the full emotional impact bc the plot had to keep moving and moving, if that makes sense? :o and this is a pretty small criticism imo too haaah bc hobo's grammar, writing style, plot beats, general characterization, etc are all very solid. and im sure that, as with a lot of long fics, hobo's writing improves even more with every chapter of wish upon a sin so <3 and i can definitely attest to that given hobo's recent fic!!

anyway i know this ask is mainly about wish upon a sin but id like to also shoutout hobo's recent fic, which is a collab with rajvir - people who've been Around on rezero ao3 mightve seen rajvir a bit (he's commented on several fics in the past!) but yeah their fic return of the lion king is a long fic centered on the fourier, felix, crusch trio. which is a rarity in terms of english fic!! its also been updating pretty regularly so if youve liked hobo's work before and you find this fic interesting id recommend checking that out too :o theres soo so many characters in rezero and id love to keep seeing more in depth fic for more of the cast, so this fic is great to see!! :o

#in conclusion wish upon a sin is a great fic pls do look at hobo's other works :D #ask #rezero #re:zero

[deadahhmf]

Idk if you accept x reader requests but I feel like shooting my shot lol

(Sorry if I do it wrong I don't request often lol)

NB reader who love going on long and strenuous hikes forcing asl trio on a rlly long hike

Thank-you for looking at this request even if I did it wrong I appreciate it ^^

Here is a hiking pic for inspo (it's of a hike I went on)

♠︎going on a hike with the asl trio

♠︎reader is black and non-binary

♠︎can be seen as platonic or romantic with any of the brothers

♠︎a/n: thank you soo much for this request its my first request on this blog and i am very thankful! also i didn't know if you wanted it seperate or together so i just did them together if that's ok(if you'd like them separate just tell me like seriously tell me and I'll re-do it)

•they are indeed very adventurous people i mean they are pirates and they would even wander off as kids, though if you force them im sure they'd want to go anyway jusy bring a lot of snacks

•they would 100% like to go on hikes with you. and since your very adventurous they love it when you find new and unknown spots to simply look at not raid, or steal anything, or save anything it's just one little spot for ya'll.

•i feel after one long hike of taking breaks in the middle(sabo got a lil tired), some small incidents(ace tripped and fell into some type of river) and lots of nagging suprisingly(luffy is the type to say "are we there yet" over and over again)

•they would love to sit and watch the waterfall run with you and it will be for a long while most likely because you guys spent almost hours walking and going through luffy. yes luffy was the most annoying yet he was the most up to it

"are we there yet?" the boy askd for almost the 100th time you would've said what you kept repeating 'no luffy, just wait some more' but you saw your destination sighing to yourself.

"yes luffy, we're here come look!" a smile spreads across your face as you see the waterfall close up. "im suprsied your ahead of your brother's since you were complaining so much." you laugh out.

"huh? what's that supposed to mean eh?" he says offended like. you roll your eyes in amusement at luffys attitude looking behind him to see the two others.

"oh! ace, sabo, we're here now hurry up on over!" you wave your arm as you see them hurriedly get closer to the two of you with a warm smile spreading on their faces as they see the view of the waterfall.

"this is it correct? wow (y/n) you were right this is really pretty." sabo's eyes continued to stare at the scenery in awe ace doing the same.

"told you guys it would worth it all the while. now whose hungry?" luffy's face lit up on what he heard, "ooh! me! what do we have? is it meat? what is it what is it?" he exclaimed in excitement.

"yes luffy it's meat, now you three come and sit down." the three scatter over to the spot in which you sat as you got the food out handing it to the brothers.

"aaaah this is what ive been waitin' for food." Ace grabbed the food from your hands before laying on your thigh instantly digging into the food.

"this was really fun (y/n)! can we do this again?" sabo asked as you gir him full attention. "of course we can, it was nice hanging out with the three of yall i really wanna do this again."

being together with the three of them made you happy. and boy did it make them happy you were happy, it was fun to spend time with you and theu couldn't deny it even if they tried.

look at me writing on this blog more im lovin it! @gaybitchfx @rome-alone / @reallyromealone @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#one piece x black reader #one piece x reader #one piece x gn reader #one piece x non-binary reader #non binary reader #gn reader #black reader #sabo x reader #sabo x gn reader #luffy x gn black reader #luffy x reader #ace x reader #ace x black reader

[hypersonic04]

since you are the head of the teacher!ross brigade, ive had an idea in my head for YONKS and i dont think ill ever write it so

you're a teacher too, you went to uni with ross (and maybe had a thing with him on the dl) but havent seen him since then but when you start working at a new school surprise!! its the one he works at!! so you guys rekindle your friendship again and WHOOPS you guys get feelings and its just cuteness

This is just the most dreamy concept. You should 100% write a proper version of this, I would read and reread a million times over.

Oh my goodness, imagine seeing him for the first time in like, five or six years i'm thinking? You're a bit nervous - it's your first day at this new school, and yeah, you've been teaching for a few years now, but starting a new job is still super scary!

You're being shown around by a colleague, and you swear it's like slow motion when you walk into the staff room. He's sat there with a coffee in hand, brow furrowed as he marks an essay, his face concentrated. All of a sudden, you're 19 again, on a night out with all of your uni friends, a little bit too handsy with your flatmate's best friend and giggly from the amount of vodka cranberries you've had. You have to clear your throat and bring yourself back down to Earth when you realise that not only are you staring, but you're also a deep shade of crimson as you recall what else happened later that evening, and most evenings after that.

You probably manage to make a swift exit before he looks up, but he knows that voice anywhere. He immediately asks around to see who the new teacher is, and is pleasantly surprised to know that his memory serves him well. At lunch, he comes knocking on your classroom door.

I reckon he's a bit coy at first, memories of what the two of you used to get up to flashing into his mind as he asks how you've been and how you've ended up at the same school as him. You talk about your uni friends, where everyone's living now, the ones that have got married and had babies. It doesn't take long for you to slip back into that easy going, friendly rhythm of conversation, and it actually turns out to be pretty helpful to know someone at work. Seeing emails from him in your inbox makes you smile, even more so when he comes to sit at the back of your classroom as you teach (for 'training purposes only', apparently). He helps you out a lot, especially at the beginning when you're unfamiliar with the abbreviations they use in meetings and the marking procedures, and you end up being really close. It's just a really lovely friendship, and you find that if you're not teaching, you're sat gossiping together or trying to suppress your childish laughter in serious staff meetings.

As you said in your ask, they 100% end up catching feelings for one another. How could he not? He always thought you were really intelligent and funny when you were seeing each other the first time around, and six years down the line, not much has changed. He drives home with a ridiculously wide grin on his face the day you ask him if he fancies going for a drink after work some time, after weeks and weeks of contemplating asking you himself. He tells himself that if things go wrong, you're still friends and you have a really great working partnership, but really, he hopes he can get it right this time (no Oh Caroline pun intended).

#1975 band #fanfic #ross macdonald #asks #send me asks #ross macdonald fluff #teacher ross #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald imagine #send asks

[homo-rashi]

oops. real life omo

I don't usually post things like this (because things like this don't usually happen to me) but this literally just happened and i'm a little freaked out so I thought I could share.

So for context i've been sick a-lot recently. I travel to the states and when I got back home, I have covid (yes I have covid in 2023 haha jokes jokes) anyways, i've not felt like 100% sense testing negative, but I wouldn't consider myself sick. Ive had pretty okay feeling all weeks.

I was just in the kitchen making lunch with my mom and she had me bend down to pick up the rice crate from the floor (fridge? its a hatch under kitchen floor keep grains cold from bugs) and when I bent down I noticed I had to pee like...oddly a lot.

I had been hiding in my room writing (yes fic) for the last few hours or so (didn't want to help put away the meat she brought home) so i figured It could be possible I had to pee very so badly...But still I thought I could wait until I was done doing the stuff I needed to do in the kitchen before going pee.

I was standing at the oven and I started to feel like a pain in my stomach? it was weird. I have been sick but not with anything stomach related, maybe it wasn't my stomach just like the lower part of my belly. (now that i'm thinking maybe it was bladder?)

Anyways, after a few seconds of standing still, wondering why the hell I was feeling pain...I started to fucking piss my pants! Now it wasn't a lot but it was enough for me to RUN out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.

When I got there, I was still peeing a little before I slung my shorts down and stood their and pissed for NOT a long time.

Like...it was not enough pee to warrent peeing my pants.

Anyways, there is a small wet spot on my shorts but thankfully, they are white so its not even visible. I kept them on because if I ran to the toilet and came back with different pants, my mom would ask me what happened and...I don't even know what happened...but yeah.

that was kinda scary but also, a little thrilling...

k bye-

slayyyyy xoxo Grayson

#omocute #male omorashi #real omorashi story #i hope im not like...dying

[anachronistic-falsehood]

Hi Weird Question, but how many followers would you ballpark say you have gotten from posting about qsmp?

I ask this because Ive been on tumblr for a LONG while, I have run multiple fandom blogs and this is the worst follow to notes ratio I have ever gotten for a blog (it is relativity new as well though). I don't want to sound weird and complain about the number of followers I have, but of the 523 posts in my blog, 38 are original posts. I have 236 notes total from those 38. and zero followers. compared to when one of my other blogs was at this size I would have somewhere of a ballpark of 10ish especially with a few posts chilling way above the average of 6 notes

I feel like this could be an issue much like the issue pertaining to people not reblogging stuff, but also I may need to reevaluate the way im interacting with people on this site >_<.

that's kind of a hard question bc i was gaining followers from the trigun fandom very shortly before i started posting about qsmp, so there was a period of overlap, but i guess when i switched to posting primarily about qsmp i would say i've gained approx. 350-400 followers. i typically get anywhere between 100-1000 notes on any qsmp post i make (excluding liveblogging) and i am apparently a more popular blog because i write fanfiction and make analysis posts on occasion which has made me weirdly well known in some places of the fandom and that is terrifying i hate being perceived HELP

ANYWAY i think a better blog to use as an example would be when i had to use a new blog because this one was unfairly flagged for a couple weeks. i used a previously unused sideblog to liveblog and make posts on since posts on my main wouldn't show up in the main tags. i typically got a fair amount of notes, anywhere between 50 to 200 on each post, but i only ended up with maybe 4 or 5 followers on that blog (excluding mutuals i had advised to follow that blog as a backup in case my main went down forever [which it didn't thank fuck]).

honestly?? i assume the lack of following is because a lot of people in this fandom are very wary. qsmpblr likes to hail itself as better than twitter (and it is in some respects for sure, i'm not denying that), but it feels like everyone in this fandom has some kind of Opinion on Something at all times. there's always something to complain about or criticize about anything, whether it be the admins, an event, another cc's character, a cc themself, etc etc. if you follow a person you will be subjected to all of their opinions on every single issue that pops up, even if it's just a dismissal of whatever current discourse is making its way through the tag (and i'm guilty of this myself sometimes, i'm no angel here). there is not a single day that goes by without something negative crossing my dash regarding something that's going on with the smp. doesn't matter what it is, someone will have something to say about some kind of issue no matter what, and that shit gets tiring. sometimes it's better not to follow people lest you find yourself bombarded with opinions. that way you can still scroll your dash without worrying about seeing untagged discourse and infighting and criticism.

#idk that's just. what i think i guess??? #i get tired seeing all the negativity on my dash sometimes #sometimes i just wanna scroll without being subjected to #“this character is being mean to my favourite character and i hate that cc is doing that” #“this character doesn't understand this character and the cc ALWAYS plays characters like that i think he's actually an asshole” #“you're ableist if you dislike this character” #it's just. there's always a fucking ISSUE with SOMETHING and it drives me up the wall #to the point where i have almost unfollowed people over it #qsmp

[jinxhallows]

Uninvited [ The Finale Part 1 ]

Uninvited. a short-ish series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)

cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.

word count: 5.9k

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Part II - click here

Part III (explicit content) - click here

Part IV - click here

Part V (explicit content) -click here

Part VI -click here

Part VII - click here

Part VIII - click here Part IX - click here

Part X - click here

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**taglist <3 (If I missed anyone let me know! it wasnt on purpose i tried to comb all my posts and make sure )

@planetdemon ; @a-person-with-void ; @haleyms ; @wonhottcakes ; @hydroyaksha ; @just-randomm-stuff ; @sooinvu ; @ninjaleeknow ; @thegoddessharmony ; @kittycatkrissa ; @ominous-crow ; @sikebishes ; @strawberriesandknives ; @violetpenguinkris ; @koovvie ;

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You made it. 

By the hair of a black cat, but damn it, you made it. 

You look around at the scattered pack of wolves that lay dead on the cold forest floor.  Jisung circles them, observing their traits with dark eyes, down the bridge of his nose.   

He’s wearied.   

The black haired witch places the tip of his black boot against the face of a creature that was half transformed into a man.  It was a gruesome kill.  With a firm push, Jisung digs his sole into the beast’s cheek, turning its head to the side with a sharp “snap”. 

His eyes lift, meeting Amelia’s.   

“I’ve never seen anything like this.” 

Amelia, with a handful of herbs from her garden, steps over the low fence to join him. 

“They are beasts of my mother’s creation, so they are weak.  Conjure that can only take hold in between these worlds.” 

“Should we take out the heart?” Jisung asks. 

A second later, he lifts his foot up, his expression turning into disgust as the body beneath him begins to rapidly decompose, leaving slimy strings of black substance dripping from the sole of his boot.  Jisung stumbles backwards, and looks around as the other bodies decay until nothing is left. 

“Let’s get to work.” Amelia affirms aloud as she turns on her heels and heads into the cabin. Jisung follows behind but allows her to go ahead of him; he stops beside you at the door. 

Jisung gently touches your arm.  

This time, it brings you comfort. 

“How are you doin, little witch?” he asks in a soft timbre. You have been zoning in and out since making it back to the cabin alive. You look up at him. You study his expression. 

“Do you think…Chan…” You start to ask, feeling meek for the first time in a long while.  

Jisung is a heavy empath and is naturally quite perceptive of the emotions of others.  

“Hey,” he gives you a firm squeeze on your arm, drawing you back again. “For the first and only time, I am gonna be an uncle. I’m not gonna let fucking purgatory, freak hybrid monsters, or Chan–” he points his finger to your chest before he looks up at you again. 

“-get in the way of that. And you had better not either, got it?” Jisung looks down at you, feigning seriousness before the corner of his lip quirks into a shadow of a grin. 

“Got it.” You answer with a warm smile.  

“Do you think you’ll need to feed?” 

“I guess I didn’t think that far.” You press your hands to your stomach for what feels like the first time since you’ve gotten the news.  

You were in so much shock that everything was just beginning to sink in.   

It wasn’t like you could feel any movement, anyhow, it was hard to believe you had already begun to incubate life inside of you. 

You wondered if you were strong enough to maintain it. 

“Come on, follow me.” Jisung beckons you, noticing your loss of focus, bringing you back once more. 

You follow him into the cabin. The home has been coated in cloaking conjure, you can feel it the moment you step over the threshold. It feels like sudden, warm goosebumps that scatter away moments later. There is a blend of scents that hit your nose as Amelia works over a small cauldron in the fireplace of her kitchen. 

“We just need a minute.” Jisung says. Amelia gives him a tense look before she turns back around and keeps mixing. You watch Jisung’s hand as it sweeps over the table, and he slips a blade under his sleeve. Keeping your head down, you follow him into the small bedroom. Jisung sits at the wooden table with two chairs, and you take the one across from him. 

He begins rolling up his sleeve as he speaks.  

“A few things…my blood is enormously powerful, remember what I told you? You only need a little, but you might not stop, just—be prepared for me to use force for both our safety if things go bad, ok?”  

You swear you have never noticed the labyrinth of small veins that crossed over and around his lean arms as he clenches his fist in front of you. Especially the ones that mapped themselves along the top of his hands. You’re squeezing your fists under the table, it's not an unbearable craving…not something you couldn’t fight but...you feel spit pooling in your mouth. An involuntary reaction.  

You quickly swallow and it makes you…at the very least…wicked uncomfortable. 

“Your eyes.” Jisung breathes in wonder. 

You blink on instinct and look up at him.    

“Huh?” You ask.  

You had been holding your breath.  

Jisung hesitates for only a second before pulling out the blade. As he glides it across his forearm, his skin splits open and the blood spills. It's soaking into the wooden table. He has no natural healing ability, like his peers. 

“Come on,” he says, gritting his teeth. 

“You sure?” You don’t know anything about your current level of self control, and Jisung knew barely any more than you did. You could overpower him in bloodlust. You could fuck it all up. 

Jisung stands up, circling and being careful to keep his dripping arm over the table, making as little mess as possible (was that ever even possible anymore in this new lifestyle?).  He’s standing behind you, and somehow, you’re still reflexively ducking your head back from his arm, despite how badly it beckoned to you like ice water on a really, hot day.   

Finally, the back of your head hits his firm torso.  Jisung’s other hand grasps under your chin, a tighter grip than expected, as he presses his bleeding arm against your lips. It was strange the dichotomy you felt between equally being repulsed by blood and wanting the feeling it gave you. 

You close your eyes and bring your hands to his arm, digging your fingernails into his skin as you feel yourself getting lost in the well of his power.  Each swallow brought you closer to your former self, but better, stronger.  At first, it tasted of blood, metallic and unpleasant, this was to be certain, but as it flowed freely, it was also cool and as refreshing as a mountain spring.  You don't hear Jisung’s words until you feel the sharp tug of his hand against the curls on your scalp, bringing your head back from your unintended bloodlust. 

Your chest heaves with your pants as you feel the waves subsiding from inside of you. 

Jisung is looking down at you, hand still secured in your locks as he quirks a thick, dark eyebrow at you. 

“Kinda greedy, don’tcha think, little witch?” He says with a bit of admonition in his voice. 

“That’s what Chan said too.” 

You grin, crimson smeared on your lips and chin.   

Jisung lets you go, trusting you’ve come back to your senses, and you watch as he rips a piece of the flimsy cloth from the bedsheet and wraps it around his arm, to stop the bleeding. 

“I can’t heal you?” You ask, curiously. 

“I’m not sure yet; but we can’t take a chance yet. Don’t worry about me.” He flexes and constricts his fingers, considering the pain manageable before he stands to his feet. 

“Let’s go.” 

He leaves the bedroom, and you stand to your feet, wiping what’s left of the blood from your chin and onto your clothes.  You couldn’t put it past you how…salacious the whole encounter felt.  Jisung handled things like a professional, but for you, it felt strangely…intimate.  Now his blood coursed through your system, at least temporarily, and your level of awareness seemed to collide with his.  You knew how far he was and felt a sudden breathlessness you hadn’t experienced prior. 

Somehow, your hand ends up on your tummy once more. 

Did you feel something just– 

Not now. 

You set off into the kitchen to join Jisung and Amelia. 

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Everything is prepared for the ceremony, and the three brothers along with Emily, gather ‘round, the fire burning bright between both still bodies, and in the center of the circle. 

They all exchange glances over the fire at one another, waiting as Emily whispers under her breath and casts the bloodied fabric into the flame.  Once she steps back into the circle, she looks across to Chan and nods. 

He’s still not sure of this plan, and he didn’t like to gamble with uncertainty.  Chan takes a breath.  How had he fallen so hard, so fast?  For it to come this, was it always going to come to this?  

Would he die too?  

Never had he lost the pulse of a human and gained it back without turning them, lest they were a skilled conjurer, like Jisung.  However, this? It bordered on the impossible. 

But then again, they were proof of the existence of the impossible. 

Chan lets the thought drift away and bites into his right hand, followed by his left. Blood surges forth.  Felix, to his left, does the same and the two brothers hold hands.  Hyunjin looks cross with annoyance as he goes last.  He takes Chan’s hand. 

“You owe me.” He seethes as he watches Emily slice into both of her palms and he, unwillingly, takes her bleeding hand into his. 

Hyunjin didn’t like sharing his blood with anyone.  Especially a witch of dubious allegiance. 

Chan has a hard time not rolling his eyes as he looks over at Felix.  His younger brother was focused on the flames. Something about him was off, beyond the loss of you and Jisung. None of the brothers had time to dissect each other’s emotions, however.   

Felix didn’t express it outwardly much, because that wasn’t in his character; but he was shaken by the whole ordeal.  He was also still coping with figuring out the feelings he was experiencing. It was strange, how the psychology of the mind evolves when you’ve been conscious for thousands of years. 

Your warmth had given his life a little airiness, a sort of lift that made him feel…lighter.  He had phased out those sides of himself so long ago, he forgot he was able to drop his guard at all. 

Felix was used to the death of his loved ones, but the feeling never became easier to bear, he just became better at hiding it.  He knew it was illogical, but he still felt heavy guilt for bringing Jisung this far into their fight.  Of course, he was perfectly capable of standing on his own; but Jisung was living a quiet, secluded life away from danger for good reason.  Now, he’s dead because of it. 

“Hey.” 

Chan’s voice breaks Felix’s trance, and the blonde vampire blinks slowly, his eyes joining his elder brother’s. 

He looks tired. 

“Thank you.” 

Felix manages a humble, tender smile. He replies, his tone croaked and low, 

“Anything for family.” 

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Amelia corks the glass bottle and steps forward, handing it to you.  You take it, feeling its warmth.  It's small, barely the length of your palm, and it has a twine rope securely attached to prevent its loss on the journey back. 

“How do we know they haven’t just consecrated us?” 

“No chance.  I’d feel it, and so would you.  You would know.” Jisung shakes his head, disagreeing with your anxious thoughts. 

Amelia takes your hand in her own and clasps her other hand atop it as she gathers your attention all-at-once. 

“I knew Christophe for a very long time.  He will not stop until he’s found you.  He never stops fighting for the ones he chooses to love. Hyunjin loves being challenged, his persistence and thirst for the blood of his foes is useful for the ones he chooses to protect.  Felix may not be as brazen, because he is afraid.  He is afraid of how strong and deep his love runs for the ones he chooses to trust.  You and he went behind Christophe’s back and sacrificed yourself; he will spend an eternity bringing you back to make things right once more.” 

Amelia’s words bring you a little more comfort.  It wasn’t as if you had time to be coddled and pep-talked to anyhow.  You had no perception of time in this world, but it had to have been some hours now, and you all had to start moving; quickly. 

“Here.” Jisung hands you the blade from earlier and you tuck it into your boot. 

“Remember once you break skin, your blood will alert everyone to where you are.  Move with no hesitation. Begin the spell with the blood of your child, it is your rope to climb back out.”  

Your fingers curl around the bottle hanging from your neck that held the blood the three of you collected earlier from your womb. 

Amelia brushes past you both and opens the door.  You follow her and can feel where the protection barrier ends abruptly.  It’s as if a sonic wave is being emitted from where you stand, and you feel the shock rattle your being as the hair on your neck begins to prickle in that troubling and familiar way that you were growing accustomed to. 

“Move quick, somethin’s wrong.” You whisper as the three of you break into a run into the thicket of forestry.  In the distance you hear branches snapping that echo above your heads.  You are occupied for just a second too long by looking above you, and you trip over a thick fallen branch. 

“Above you!” You push yourself up to your feet as you see a swift, black shadow moving from tree to tree, closing in. Reflexively, you take off, the screeches and howls merging into a horrific cacophony of noise as it announces their presence in vast numbers.  It’s as if a mob of unidentifiable beasts had been waiting right at the perimeter of the spell.   

Ahead of you, there’s a flash, and you hear an ear-piercing, inhuman cry.  As you catch up to Jisung and Amelia, three of the same creatures from earlier lay dead on the ground. 

“They can fucking fly?” Jisung shouts, wiping the trickle of blood that ran from his ear and onto his jaw.  It was becoming more difficult for him to conjure without repercussions now.  Even Jisung had not met predators this unpredictable and overpowering. 

You close your eyes, trying to feel what you felt that night at the warehouse.  The way the power just overcame you.  Knowledge, you had never known before.  Why couldn’t you tap into it again?  You had fed from Jisung, surely you had clearer access to his capabilities?  Wasn’t that how these things worked? 

You get distracted by the heavy silence and open your eyes, looking around in alarm. 

“I heard a ton of them in the trees, like they were right on me where–where did they go?” You stammer. 

“They weren’t here to kill us.” Amelia looks around as the realization becomes clear. “They ran us off our path.  Distracted us.” 

“Why would they do that, don’t they want us to get to the gate? To trap us there?” 

Amelia’s face begins to cloud over with newfound confidence.  “Because their trap is not ready.  They are stalling.” 

“I have a feeling about this direction then.” You point off to the far left.  The other two nod and you’re kicking up leaves in your wake as you lean into the light boost in your speed.   

Oddly enough still, you sense nothing.   

Maybe...you had finally gotten a stroke of luck and had a small window of opportunity to get ahead. 

“Little Witch!” 

You freeze. 

“Little Witch!” 

The voice is young, female, and unfamiliar to you.  Everyone stops dead in their tracks.  You start to call out, but Amelia shushes you and Jisung holds an arm in front of you, both at the same time. 

“Jisung! Over there!” The extinguished fire you all had sat around earlier was a short distance off indicating your initial point of entry. 

“Yeah, but who the fuck was that?” 

“This might be a trap.  Perhaps we weren’t so lucky after all…” Amelia mumbles quietly as she looks around, observing the darkness, honing in on her intuitive senses. 

“ Yo!” Jisung yells, reaching out to grab for you as you take hold of an impulse and sprint for the clearing. 

You can hardly believe it when your feet touch the ground by the burned logs and ashes scattered into the dirt.  Your heart is racing out of your chest.  You have only one chance, and you’d be damned if you don’t take it. 

Move with no hesitation. 

Right. 

You’re only a moment away from uncorking the bottle from around your neck, when you hear twigs snap underneath what sounded to be dainty feet.  Your head whips around as you grip the bottle tight around your neck and prepare for an attack.   

You never expected the disembodied voice from earlier to belong to the young, blonde witch who appears into the clearing and joins you.  She looks relieved, and happy to see you, which was a stark opposition to how you felt.  When she takes a couple of excited paces in your direction, you take a large step back and hold your hand in front of you.   

She comes to a halt. 

“Who are you?” You bark, your pulse almost making you dizzy with how heavily you were breathing.  Your patience feels thinner than what was normal for you, and as you breathe out, Emily’s skin begins to emit a haze of smoke, she looks down at her arms, realizing the burning sensation her body was beginning to feel from the inside out. 

“Talk.” You finally can sense the conjure creeping up your legs, as if it was being fed into the soles of your feet from the earth beneath you. 

“H-Hold on, please! I’m here, I’m here to–” Emily doubles over in pain, steam propels out of her mouth as she coughs. 

“Faster.”  

“Chris–” 

You’re caught off guard and the sensation leaves the blonde witch altogether as she takes in fresh oxygen rapidly, holding herself up off the ground while she recovers.    

Jisung and Amelia run forward; they had no idea of your capacity to conjure and waited to step in only if you needed help.  It was precise timing, because as Amelia heads over to address Emily, you reach out to Jisung, grasping his arm as a dizzy spell washes over you, making you nauseous. 

“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s happening right now?” Jisung grasps you by your upper arms, worriedly looking between you and Amelia, who is now kneeling face to face with the stranger. 

“I-I don’t know Jisung I think I overdid it...” 

“Shit, come on, over here, sit down for a second.” 

“You’re here from the other side, I can feel it.” Amelia quietly says aloud, dark brows drawing together and deeply hypnotic gaze dancing over the young girl’s face as she tries to recognize her. 

“Please, we don’t have much time.  I’m connected to them all, Chris, Felix and Hyunjin.  I-I didn’t think she would be here b-but–” 

“You could be another trap, or distraction for all we know.  Who are you?” Jisung demands once he stands back to his feet from helping you safely rest against a large stone. 

“I’m Emily, they brought me to help just please-” Emily looks to you desperately, “He’s broken without you, they all are, look–I don’t know what magick you put on those brothers but, they are desperate to have you back.  Hyunjin is back, and they still need you.” 

Amelia stands up and looks at Jisung, who is still unconvinced. 

You can feel your head clearing as you take the moment of strength and stand to your feet, pushing the two aside so you can look down at Emily for yourself, and take all of her in. 

“Chan sent you here?” Your voice breaks as you curl your fists, squeezing them to hold back tears. 

“Yes.  And Felix, and Hyunjin, they asked me to bring their best friend and little witch back by any means.” Emily looks over to Jisung, who’s face stays unreadable.  “I assume the best friend, is you?”  

Jisung rolls his eyes before he takes you by the arm.  “Come on little witch, let’s keep going with the original plan.” He reaches down to your ankle, lifting your pant leg and pulling forth the blade. 

“Wait! You don’t have to break skin here, you can come with me.  I have a gate open, but not for much longer.” Emily calls out as Jisung takes your hand in his own, ready to spill your blood.   

He stops and looks to you for confirmation.  He didn’t take anything this woman said seriously, but he wasn’t going to conjure with your blood without your explicit consent. 

“I don’t know Jisung, even Amelia said he wouldn’t stop until he found us, maybe we’ve finally just gotten lucky.” You start to backpedal. 

Jisung drops your hand with a heavy sigh.  “You don’t seriously believe her? You think now, as soon as we are about to break open the gate, that we magically have some witch coming out of the woods who’s on our side to painlessly take us back to the other side?” 

Jisung’s logic made sense; and he was far more experienced in these kinds of things than you were. He holds the knife up as he walks up to Emily. “Where were you when we were being attacked by those flying fucking hybrid freaks?!” 

“I was the witch that ran the shop that Chris came into.  I didn’t know my aunt was going to try to kill him, when everyone was killed I–I tried to help Felix but Chris, he chased me away…” Emily babbles.  You remember when Chris first told you what had happened.  That’s why you, Felix and Jisung had to meet him in the town to begin with.   

This was the baby witch who had set him up. 

“What’s your process to bring back two souls without blood conjure?” Amelia queries, her energy guarded. 

“I’m channeling them all now.  I’ve already done the blood conjure on the other side. I have just enough power to drag them back through the gate. It’s the child. It’s tethering her.”  Emily reaches her hand out towards you.  You look down at it, and then up to her large, blue eyes. 

Something about this woman was deeply unsettling. 

You look to Jisung and nod, holding your other hand out for him to take ahold of. 

“I don’t know about this, little witch…you don’t think this feels too good to be true?”  

You give him a sad smile.  “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to figure that out.  Please?” 

Jisung’s eyes hover over your stomach before they meet yours once more.  He doesn’t respond verbally, instead, just firmly grasping your hand within his own.  No matter what happened, he couldn’t leave you deserted. 

You two both look over at Amelia, who slowly backs away from the three of you.  You can see tears in her eyes. Up until this point, you had forgotten that she couldn’t come back with you. 

Her soul would be shredded. 

That sounded like an awful feeling. 

“Thank you.” You speak. 

“You're most welcome, little witch.  Please, protect yourself, by any means necessary, am I understood?”  

You nod with a sniff. 

Emily gives your hand a gentle squeeze and you look back at her.  

“I’m ready.”  

As you take a deep breath, ready to feel the ground drop out from underneath you, instead, you feel another dizzy spell come on.  You begin to stumble but can’t seem to let go.   

Jisung falls to his knees, his hand yanking you down with him as he begins to violently vomit up blood.   

You can hear the mob of creatures screaming into the air and shaking the treetops as you realize what’s happening.   

Emily’s body is glowing, a bright white color that starts to feel like hot metal in your palm.   

She lied to you. 

You’re screaming.  You can’t let go.  Jisung can’t let go.   

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.   

The last things you hear is Amelia’s voice shouting, Jisung choking on blood, and the heavy footsteps of many beasts approaching, and it all sounds like the most horrific nightmare you could ever imagine as the vertigo blacks you out completely. 

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Chan and Hyunjin both collapse to the ground, their bodies totally limp.  They stay unconscious for only a few seconds before they begin to prop themselves upright, coming to.  Chan’s eyes come into focus, and he bears witness to Felix, standing across the fire.   

Locks of white hair stick to the side of his face, and his dappled cheeks are stained with only barely dried tears.   

He’s holding Emily’s head between his hands, her neck snapped, and body hanging limp and lifeless.  Felix’s eyes haze over as he stares off into the distance.   

Chan slowly stands to his feet.  He saw everything that happened.  They all did.  They were utterly powerless, unable to even move while being channeled. It was Felix, who had wooed Emily into giving him her blood before the ceremony. Only he had enough knowledge of conjure to carve the sigil into his flesh, behind her back, to press her blood in and merge it with his own as his skin healed over in seconds. 

He was now able to hijack the connection when something would inevitably go wrong.   

The brothers could only bear witness as Emily revealed her deceit at the final moment. 

It was the pale, white haired vampire brother who broke the chain and killed the infant witch in less than a second. 

Felix drops Emily’s body, and it crumples to the ground as his hands slowly rest back at his side once again.   

Hyunjin is quiet, his hands in his pocket as he stands aside watching his two brothers.  He feels sick to his stomach for the fact that he had even contributed to something so heinous. Especially when he knew this would happen, and had vehemently spoke out against it. 

Chan moves past Felix slowly, one footstep after another, until he reaches your body.   

He takes your hand in his own.  

He presses it against his lips; 

and begins to sob.   

Chan’s body shakes with the violent purge of his emotion. He weeps and apologizes, and weeps and apologizes, over and over and over again.  He squeezes you, and yells out profane cries of defeat. 

Yet once he’s about to release your hand, your back arches as you take in a large gasp.  It’s not until you hear Jisung’s coughing seconds later that you begin to take in your surroundings and realize where you are. 

Chan rises in front of you, standing to his feet, your hand still within his own.  You’ve never seen him in such awe; but the same could be said about you.   

You look down at your joined hands and squeeze a little, trying to make sure the cold hand you felt was really that of your big, bad wolf. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N.” his shaky voice falters through thick tears that spill down his face as he pulls you into his chest.  That was only perhaps the second, maybe third time he had spoken your true name aloud. Hearing it made everything feel that much more real right now. 

You hold Chan close, underneath his arms, curling your fingers into his shirt, feeling the flexed muscles in his back as he nearly pops you with the force of his embrace.  You cry like a baby, snot and tears soaking into the fabric of his black clothing as you murmur all kinds of nonsensical phrases into him, finally feeling the overwhelming emotions of everything you had been through spilling out all at once. 

Chan pulls himself back to look at you once more, to confirm that you were real, before he plants his lips against yours, holding your face between his hands, still unable to understand how he could feel this feeling again; feel your hands tangle in his ocean blue hair as you desperately try to find air from his own lungs. The wood smoke was mingled into his hair with the scent of his shampoo. You breathed in his faintly scented cologne as it wrapped around you like a cashmere blanket, enveloping you in the full sensory experience of being alive. 

And his teeth. 

You had been quick to forget just how sharp his canines were as his fervent need to consume you caused your tongue and inner lips to become marked by his carelessness and desire. 

Suddenly, Chan pulls himself away from you, with a puzzled look as he lets go of you completely.   

You notice the tip of his tongue briefly dances over the blood stained on the corner of his lower lip and his eyes widen as he approaches you with such a supernatural haste, that you jump back.  His hand caresses the side of your face. 

“Your blood.  Little witch you-you’re–” 

“Pregnant.” You breathe.   

The soft conversation that was taking place between Hyunjin and Jisung came to a screeching halt.   

Felix, who stands against a nearby tree, at once looks up from his trance. 

If you didn’t think you could sneak up on a hybrid before, well, 

You just did. 

“Surprise?” You offer hesitantly. 

“I did always fancy myself a rich Uncle.” Hyunjin says proudly, his eyes lighting up with his smile as he comes over to give you a hug.  “Welcome to the family, pretty witch.” The red headed vampire winks and steps aside.   

You look at Chan, who still stands in front of you, his dark eyes locked onto your stomach. You weren’t even showing.  Instinctively, you lay your hands atop it because you notice he doesn’t exactly seem…happy. 

“You guys got a change of clothes I can get into?” Jisung asks, gesturing for Felix and Hyunjin to follow him into the house, allowing you and Chan privacy.  As they walk off together, Jisung glances over his shoulder at you and gives you a small nod before he’s gone. 

Chan joins you, leaning his backside against the surface, his fingers tapping the rough stone as he grips the edge of it. He was very clearly nervous. 

“Look, I know it’s not the safest situation for us to be in–” 

“The safest?” Chan lets out a sigh as he turns around and rests his forearms on the surface, his fingers clasp together as he lifts his brow and shakes his head, staring down into his hands.  “The last time this happened, the love of my life was ripped from me. She was brought back through the deceit of my brother. I crossed oceans for her.  I swore to myself that I’d never feel those feelings again, and then here you come along, nothing but trouble.” Chan glances up at you with a smirk before his eyes fall upon his potential child.   

The shadow of his smile begins to fade. 

“I would walk through fire for you. I almost lost you once, I promise I can’t take it twice.” 

“Who’s to say you’ll lose me?  Edith is gone, we have Jisung back, we’re safe now, aren’t we?” 

Chan looks back up to you. Your naivety was both charming and sad. Sad because, he hated to be the one to dampen that moonlight you naturally gave out.  Charming because, you always found a way to give him hope when he felt like he was losing it. 

“Out of the hundreds of years I’ve been alive, I have never felt safe. Ever.” He stands upright once more and merges between your legs that hang from the edge of the platform that held your lifeless body less than an hour ago.  Chan's hands soothingly stroke up and down the top of your thighs as he looks into your eyes. 

“Little witch, I couldn’t be happier about us having a family.  You don’t know what I went through while you were gone, how much I missed…this.  I’m sorry if I’m coming off like a dick, I just already feel like…this need…this gnawing discomfort at how vulnerable you are, we are right now.  I still can’t rest until you’re as close to safe as we can get.”  Chan explains.   

You find his protective nature endearing, it's something you’ve always liked about him, especially because he gave you room to be your own self.  He protects you not for selfish reasons, but because of how highly he has grown to value you. 

The corner of your lip quirks up into a smile.  “I feel it too.  Is it a wolf thing?” 

“It’s probably a wolf thing.” 

You two share a laugh for the first time since you’ve returned.  It's pleasingly cathartic.  Chan helps you down and you both head into the house, as the sun is beginning to peek above the Horizon.  You’re about to follow Chan upstairs, when you notice Felix, sitting alone at the long table they had in their dining room.  He traces small circles into the mahogany wooden tabletop with his middle finger, his other fingers dragging along, barely touching the surface. 

You glance up to Chan, who is a few steps ahead of you on the staircase. 

“I’ll be right up.” You say softly. 

“I’ll get you a bath started. Take your time.” Chan reassures.  He leans down and kisses your crown before he leaves.  You go back down into the dining room and walk around until you’ve reached the chair to his right.  You pull it out, silently taking a seat.  He continues his invisible design.  You look at him for a little while before you reach out, pulling him into an embrace. 

Felix’s body tenses up underneath you.  You hold him ever tighter still, breathing in his familiar scent.  Sure enough, you feel icy hands circle around your waist as he holds you close, his nose nestles into the crook of your neck.  The blood that used to torture him with temptation before was now such a comforting rhythm to the background noise.  Your smell brought back sensory memories of you two laughing together over human groceries and games he barely understood. 

“I’m sorry.” He finally breathes and you two separate as you take a seat once more.  Felix reads the confusion in your expression and volunteers an explanation.   

“I knew Emily was never on our side, but without Jisung, there was no other way to open the gates.  I had to bring her in, to make her believe we trusted her.  I couldn’t tell anyone, they would never have agreed to it.  They barely did this way I just—I’m so sorry little witch, for everything we’ve put you through.  For everything I’ve put you through.”  

“Felix, I may not have volunteered to come here, but I chose to stay here.  I told you to sacrifice me.  And guess what? It worked because here I am.  Living, breathing; and ready to kick your ass in another round of Uno.” 

He chuckles and it makes you smile.   

“You’re carrying my brother’s child.” he says as he lifts a brow.  “Times are a lot different than back when Amelia was around.  I still barely understand how it works.”  He hesitates before he finally asks, “Will you let me find out more?” 

“You want me to be your guinea pig for your magick science project research thing you’re always cooped up in the library doing?” 

“If you were to put it in the most elementary terms, I suppose I’d say it like that.” 

His seriousness causes you to break out into laughter.  You reach out your hand to shake his. 

“Deal.” 

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pls tell me all about devi before the events of ilitw!! what kind of activities did he do? who were some of his friends? did he still talk to any of the people from his childhood friend group? if so, who? etc. etc. anything else you want to share!!

ok this is gonna kinda jump around a bit bc thats how my thoughts are rn :3 i love this ask though thank u for letting me talk about my special guy

so after Jane's death, he did try his best to hang onto the friend group for a while (especially Noah) but due to not having a very good therapist, his kid logic made him think "thinking about Jane makes me sad, and not thinking about her i can be happy, but i'd rather think about her and be sad forever than evetually move on and forget" so he kinda shut himself off from everyone so he could hold his memory of her forever

his parents tried their best to help him but the therapists they took him too didnt believe him when he told them about Mr Red (or when they did believe him, they only believed him if they were reading lines that weren't there and assuming that Mr Red was a real living guy in the woods and jumping to conclusions about it) so maybe like a month or two after Jane died he just... stopped talking, bc what was the point of speaking if no one was going to listen? and then he stopped talking to anyone ever until half way through his freshman year of highschool when he told Cody to "gargle my cock and balls"

because of Devi being mute for all that time, he didn't really have any friends (which he was fine with for reasons stated earlier) & a lot of people found him kinda weird and offputting for the most part, especially when he got really into expressing himself through art, specifically photography. a lot of "ew that weird quiet kid is taking pictures of things again what a creep" but for the most part he just shrugged it off

Cody used to think he was kinda cool bc he was quiet and goth and in 6th grade asked him to the fall formal but Devi turned him down and that's when he started bullying him. he tried to turn it into a "HAH WELL OBVIOUSLY NO ONE WOULD WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU YOU CREEP WEIRDO YOURE STUPID TO THINKING I WANTED TO GO WITH YOU" which somehow worked on everyone around them despite the fact Devi turned him down

after he started talking again, he joined the yearbook club & got really good at the composition of pictures of people & formatting them on the pages, but bc he was still a bit of a loner at this point no one else in the club realized just how much he did? especially after the older kids in the club graduated, bc they were the ones encouraging him and teaching him how to do the formatting and stuff. ive actually been rotating a fic in my head where post ilitw Lucas goes to the yearbook club to see how theyre doing bc its almost time to get em printed and its like. not even half done and also theres a memorial page for Cody but not for Devi????

in Sophmore year he took a Japanese class for an easy foreign language credit, which Tom was also in for the same reasons and they became friends :3 not as close as Tom and Andy at this point, but they'd hang out at lunch when Andy was busy and sometimes go to eachother's houses after school. but after that year the teacher for the class made sure to put them in different periods bc they would kinda. make fun of him a little bit in japanese bc he was a white guy who thought he was way better at the language than he actually was and that made him big mad

of the original group, he was probably closest with Lily when he started talking again. and then not as close w Ava and Andy but he talked w them fairly often. Lucas, Stacy, and Dan he really only saw when he was doing yearbook stuff, w that conversation he had w Dan junior year being the longest conversation he'd had w any of those three in a while (all three 100% knew he was the backbone of yearbook btw. & when people were being like "ew that weirdo goth kid w the camera is here again" they were the ones to be like "ITS FOR YEARBOOK, ASSHOLES.")

he and Noah avoided each other as much as possible. sitting next to Noah during that assembly the first day of senior year was the first time in years that one of them didn't immedeatly turn around and walk out of the room upon seeing the other in it (they lowkey had each other's scheduals memorized to better avoid each other) (for the most part Any picture of Noah that might show up in the yearbooks were not taken by Devi) (although. ngl. Devi did take a few candid photos of Noah occasionally. which he promptly would delete bc he felt bad about it. a little bc he and Noah hadnt talked in forever but mostly bc he felt like "creep weirdo with a camera" was an accurate description of him when he did that)

#it lives in the woods #ilitw mc

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January Fic Rec

It's been one full year since I've started doing recs😱 Ive got so many new followers which blows my mind and everyone seems to love the recs! I can't believe that's its been a full year! All this started because I was reading so many fics and my friend told me that I should share all the amazing fics that I was reading. I never thought that it would kinda explode like it did. I truly enjoy doing these recs and I promise that I will continue doing recs, I have so many fics to read - Im not going anywhere😘

I would like to apologize if there any repeat fics on the list. If it happens I guess just enjoy the reread like it did😉

I hope that everyone has a good new years and that this year bring only good things for everyone!❤️

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Feeling You by secretfanboy - (Rating: T, Words: 6158, sterek)

When Derek loses his sight and hearing saving Scott from an attack, the Stilinski's take him in. As nurse and patient Stiles and Derek grow closer, but what will happen when Derek gets better? Will Stiles be left with a broken heart?

Where to Search for Snow by suburbanmotel - (Rating: Mature, Words: 8954, sterek)

Stiles and his Gigantic Repressed Feelings accidentally affect the weather. A lot. Like. A lot.

//

  “It’s snowing, Stiles,” says Derek.

Stiles looks up. He nods. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

Derek looks at him. “It’s snowing, Stiles. In your bedroom.”

This Burn We Feel by HappyJuicyfruit - (Rating: G, Words: 3614, sterek)

“It hurts here?” His mother asked, running a hand over his knee. 

Derek nodded. 

“You didn’t fall down? Or hit it on anything?” 

Derek shook his head, his lip wobbling. 

“Oh sweetheart, this is a good thing,” his mother cooed. Derek bit his lip and stared at her. He did not see how this could be a good thing. “It’s your soulmate.” 

Soulmate? Derek blinked, looking down at his knee. He knew about soulmates. He knew his parents were soulmates, and that they always knew what the other was doing. Mommy felt what Daddy felt, and Daddy felt what Mommy felt. 

He didn’t think it was supposed to last this long though. 

— From the prompt: Soulmates can feel when their other half is in pain; emotional and physical.

Even Greenberg has a Soulmate by Beerwolves, Deancebra - (Rating: T, Words: 22628, sterek)

Stiles was of the firm belief that he didn't have soulmate. Not even as a kid had he had unexplained damage to his skin, showing where his soulmate had hit themselves. Sometimes he felt as if he saw the ghost of a bruise, but it was always gone faster than he could take a picture to prove it. So yeah. Probably just his damned imagination. And if Derek and his gang would stop pointing that out... well, it would be really fucking great now, wouldn't it?

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill - (Rating: T, Words: 32052, sterek)

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain? 

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

my heart's been offline by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 58893, sterek)

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

The Music (Howls) Of The Night by tumtatumtum - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5326, sterek)

The Phantom of the Opera AU where Omega!Stiles plays Christine to Alpha!Derek's Phantom.

Except in this version, people hit high notes for completely different reasons.

The hurry's gonna bring you to your knees. by Alysaria_Jones - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6640, sterek)

Stiles is experiencing an odd side effect of the witches curse. Strangely enough, he finds that Derek is the only one who can dull the ache between his thighs.

The New Teacher by everchanginginks, TwistedAmusement13 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 9562, sterek)

Derek, a world-weary English teacher pushing 40, is roped into a wet night out by his best friends. He finds himself charmed by a flirty college student who introduces himself as Stiles. They share an incredible night, but Stiles leaves before Derek wakes up. Thinking that he'll never see Stiles again, Derek bitterly gets ready for work at Beacon Hills High School. He's in for a bit of shock when he's introduced to the newly hired science teacher...

appetite (until your hunger is satisfied) by orphan_account - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2803, sterek)

In a surprising twist of events, he hadn't come home covered in blood (or monster slime, or other gross bodily fluids that are supposed to stay insidethe body and not smeared on his clothes), he wasn't bleeding and neither were his friends when he left them. For the first time in, well, ever, it seemed like they finally managed to find the one supernatural creature with a bit of sense of preservation who, miracle of miracles, didn't think killing everything that moved was a perfectly good way to pass the time. Stiles had been suitably impressed.

Or: Derek walks in on Stiles' alone time and decides to join in.

#stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #fanfic #fanfiction #ficrec #kitcheniskingficrecs

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Ok. I watched Hazbin hotel fully now and WOW. im in love. Amazing. I called some of the plot points, clearly cant prove i did but i did.

ANYWAY. I have theories and stuff i wanna write down and get ideas on. Mainly to do with Alastor.

Now ive not seen every little detail so there maybe things that disprove some of these but I wanna write them down first.

Ok number one is Alastors deal is with lilith, now the times are a lil strange to me. Alastor is missing for 7 years as stated by vox in the song "stayed gone" who else hasnt been seen or made contact in 7 years lilith. Could just be a coincidence but bit strange. Plus now we know Lilith is in heaven and made a deal with lute to get Adam killed. How is lilith in heaven shes the queen of hell. AND for what reason did she want Adam dead, like i get it if she hates his guts but him getting killed after all that time? If it was me Id do it as soon as. Shes got more of a plan than i think the show lets on. And if im right, She got a deal with Alastor and shes made Lute in charge of the exorcists. Im not 100% sure on how the exorcists exist but if they were human souls i think Lute should've gone to hell but she made the deal with Lilith to get adam killed with Lute slowly corrupting him as Adam does not act like he should be in Heaven

number 2 Alastor for some reason cant make sould contracts currently. This is a little more of a weaker theory. But weve seen him make 2 deals that i can currently remember. The one with vaggie and the one with charlie. In both of these he sorta is like "noo not for your soul" which is ya know fair cuz they wouldnt make a deal for their soul. But when Rosie tell him about people potentially willing to make contracts he sorta brushes her off. And also a lil strange how the only person weve seen him be in a contract with is husk . If hes an overlord hes got more why dont we see them why doesnt he use them?

the next one is one i see most people saying. hes gonna get charlie to cut or destroy, ya know help him get rid of his contract. Which makes sense as he doesnt want his soul being owned but from what i have read his power comes from the deal or at least most of the power does. So him getting charlie to help get rid of it doesnt make a lot of sense to me.

In contrast i feel like his deal with charlie will be him asking her to give him power, AFTER he breaks out of his contract. I feel like hell ask for power over hell or something I dont think someone like alastor will simply ask for a favor unless its for power i mean he sold his soul for more power, why would he ask for a favor to get his soul back to lose it?

I have more but these are the ones i wanted to write down now before i research more and clearly not 100% thought out just thoughts in head going brr written down

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin lilith #hazbin lute #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin husk #hazbin adam

[prisonguards]

@astronomical-bagel

I am. SO terribly sorry about how long this took to reply to, my brain wanted to sit down and write an Essay for u but Ive been. SO BUSY. But seriously Ive been treasuring and hoarding this ask :) its SOOOO so so nice that other people enjoy them as much as I do and Im so happy I could help collect us a little with the tag ^--^ we are all friends now <3 EDIT ALSO TUMBLR ATE THE FUCKING ASK???? I did have screenshot of ur ask thankfully, Im soooo pissed tho idk where it went

So Im gonna go into my history with them a bit cause I kinda got into them backwards ig augshsg. Or at least different from how most ppl in the tag/posting abt them rn are. I was primarily a Traffic and Emp S1 smallidarity guy for the longest time! Funnily enough I was a late adopter of Emp S2 smallidarity (enemies to lovers usually isnt my thing) but the way the community latched onto it and got everyone talking about them really, really got me invested (also getting kin feels helped /shot. Who said that.) I think the other funny thing is that smallidarity is a dynamic where I like the platonic version (almost) equally as much as the romantic—I push for the romantic just because its easiest to collect ppl with a shiptag (although I did intend Smallidarity to be both a platonic and a romantic tag, ftr. Post both! Any! All!) and because I enjoy Complicated dynamics that are easier caught/categorized under a “romantic” lens sometimes even if they arent Necessarily that. But I just love when theyre important to eachother in general.

I actually have Such delusions abt their Traffic dynamic. Im so insane abt it. I think theyre good friends with Joel having slowly building romantic feelings for Jimmy throughout the seasons, which Jimmy is… pretty much aware of and would reciprocate—if Joel would ever ask (he never will). The Last Life dynamic in particular is one that haunts me, because it. Feels like their most amicable Traffic dynamic, at least in my memory, and in no small part of that is Joel pledging to avenge Jimmy (and Mumbo but this is a Smallidarity post isnt it). That small comment profoundly impacts my Traffic Joel characterization and Im planning to incorporate little objects of remembrance for Jimmy into my late game Joel designs. Traffic smallidarity… like many Traffic dynamics that captivate me… its about the missed opportunities, its about the lack of time, its about Tragedy… I just have such bad Last Life brainrot on the mind rn so this has been whats living with me Daily rn.

I also think their 100 Hours is one of the most funny and most OBVIOUSLY flirty dynamics, though I may get into that a bit more with another ask that I got recently, and, well. My Sorry Sir compilation covers a lot of it.

Double Life is what actually converted me but I cannot think of what the Exact moment was. I went back to my messages from when the eps were coming out and.

They immediately got me.

Theres so many good Traffic moments. One day I will make that clip compilation. I swear.

EMPIRES S1……… theyre best friends… I think it would be funny if Joel is independently dating both him and Lizzie and Then they all find out Jimmy and Lizzie are siblings and Joel is like. Oh jesus Christ my type is Even More specific than I thought. Fishkisser boy. Joel making the joke romantic montage of Jimmy before declaring hes gonna be proposing to Lizzie made me. Drop dead. This dynamic is Everything I craved out of them, watching this directly after Double Life and during Emp S2, when theyre most antagonistic, made me fully insane. I LOVE when theyre nice to eachother. So much. Best friends who kiss. Little design headcanon for them is like. Joel is Fully embellished by pearls he gets from Jimmy and Lizzie. I should give Jimmy n Lizzie azaleas to wear in exchange too auughh..

Okay finally circling back to Where We Are Now. Emp S2. These fuckers.

So Im delusional and like it best when theyre Soft right? So even though S2 lends itself So well to toxicity (and dont get me wrong. Sometimes I Gotta indulge) I rlly like making it cutesy as fuck. Joels obsession and complete infatuation and cute aggression is everything. Hes so infatuated with this guy he doesnt know what to do with himself and just is Relentless. schoolyard “hes bullying you because he likes you” type beats. Hes my moron hes my annoying king. I cannot remember if Ive talked abt my design headcanons fully but Im big on the Jimmy Was Human but Joels god powers are Changing That. I think its subconscious, hes not doing it maliciously, reality just bends to his will too much.

Also. Found my decision moments… these are from July 3rd.

I think. Overall the most enthralling thing about them is the care that underlies everything. That despite the endless teasing and bullying, Joel really genuinely care about Jimmy in a way he struggles to express sometimes. I think its really special and charming and compelling. I just have illnesses about them

#smallidarity #prisspeaks #asks #solidaribeans #empiresshipping #trafficshipping

[iveofficiallygonemad]

What about that gay little musician (Klavier I think is his name) from AA for the character asks!!

Jdoxowkxixjs I love the way u phrased this SO much!!!!

Yes his name is klavier which means piano in German which he 100% knew when he picked it out! He is canonly gnc af and dresses in the nonbinary colors. Klavier is a they/he in my heart although I have a seen transfem klavier which I also love and adore.

Sexuality hc: Klavier is a bi icon, could u see him wearing heart shaped glasses? Yes

Also he's ace! And canonly wears an ace ring!

[ID: A fullbody of Klavier stands in the center of the screen, hands on his hips. He has long blonde hair in a twist, a purple blazer, and a black button down and pants. On his left is the ace flag (back, grey, white, purple) and on his right the nonbinary flag (yellow, white, purple, black). Both of these are colorpicked off of him. On the bottom left is a image of Klavier pointing to the right with a ringed hand. On the right is a closeup of him pushing up his shades with the middle finger, which has a silver ring on it. End ID]

Ship: THEE klavier ship is klapollo, listen they are SO!!!

NOTP: not really applicable cuz klapollo is so prevalent? I'm open to other ships w him in it (assuming characters r close in age). I guess maybe him and ema (bcuz I think they'd only work if in a poly w polly) and tbh I think they’d be more fun as worsties

Random hc: I love klavier sm I feel like ive seen every post abt him and don’t have any original thoughts that haven’t been said before but, I hc him as having OCD. This is mostly just based off of our interactions with him during Guitar's Serenade.

Also, I’m aware this is an unpopular opinion but I don’t think he had a crush on Apollo when he first met him! Like I do find that trope fun and silly, but looking at his character Klavier would never fall for someone at first sight, and definitely not someone he’s as suspicious about as Apollo [he accused his brother of Murder]. Klavier is SO So meticulous and need to have all the facts figured out beforehand. I truly believe he needs something to be loud and messy and BAD at to vent with because he tries SO hard to keep everything under wraps at all times. Get the man a buncha brightly colored paints he can go ham w!!! Let him blast music in his lonely studio apartment and head bang and belt songs and dance badly where no one can see!!! Let him learn to take up space authentically in his own damn house!!

General opinion overall: He is SO charismatic and blorbo-able! He seems carefree but is Not in any sense of the word. He makes you think he wears his heart on his sleeve but it is hidden under SO many layers, getting him to trust you is going to be SO much work. He puts EVERYTHING he’s got into his passions and by god he’s gotta make sure he’s got everything Just Right. He’s such a layered character and its hard to pick out his thoughts, also they created a character who is just SO interesting when you pair him with literally any character. Like he and apollo are such opposites how would they function together? What the hell was the Gavin brother’s relationship Actually like? I think abt this all the time. Also like, him and Wright actually became more similar characters due to his disbarment, but also That past affects his relationship with Ema too! Also how the hell did he cope (did he cope???) with the personal betrayals he suffered in AJ?? Also what’s his relationship with the other prosecutors in the office???? Does he have offscreen friends or did he really lose everyone? I am unable to be succinct over Klavier but it boils down to:

He has the range! He acts silly and carefree but is so NOT! Which gives you so much to explore

Also tagging @kingdomofbrokenhearts bcuz u also sent in an ask abt him, and @sailormaya bcuz they are the CEO of Klavier Gavin and know all the facts. Also if you wanna read a klapolli fic where klav Doesn’t fall in love at first sight and has The biggest bi panic, highly recommend: this fic!

#also still figuring out if i think hes aro #yes wearing heart shaped glassses IS a bi thing now thanks to u viv #also screenshot is from my 45min rant abt why all the aa characters are trans #other hc he def has a lucky guitarpick and uses diff pics depending on if he wants to do something high dexterity/a fancy riff vs #if its for fun vs if hes currentlyWorking on the song #asks #klavier gavin #aa #also the gnc bit is canon bcuz when polly goes backstage he notices lipstick marks on the mirror

[poisonbat]

"The Giggle" thoughts

The post I promised, if you guys still wanna read it.

it's VERY long because I talk a lot, and gets into personal details and feelings, not all sunny ones.

I need to preface this with my status on discord currently.

Never 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 assume I'll agree with popular opinion. You'll only ever be wrong that way.

I am a strange individual with non-standard feelings, I kind of hate it because it makes me feel like a misfit in every community I come across. HOWEVER! My feelings I share are 100% my genuine ones and mine alone, and that's what's important.

Now.

I actually think this is a really good sequel to Legend of the Sea Devils, Remember the discussion yaz and the Doctor have on the beach?

The last 15 minutes of the giggle is really like a whole talk about that, between The Doctor and himself. The feeling that the doctor can never ever settle down and like process their trauma and like get back to a state of normalcy that they had before they started taking worse and worse hits to their lives. That they've never decided to stop and try to help themselves before they got so unstable and didn't know how to cope.

And in that context its also a good sequel to World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls/Twice Upon A Time, where the Doctor is so tired of this pattern of their life that they *refuse* to regenerate and act like someone dead set on commitfing suicide while their friends around them try to convince them not to.

(this is only his SECOND time he's died since the tenth doctor's whole "new man saunter's off" speech. in that time he's horribly lost more close friends, new family, a new lover. His oldest friend was seemingly mending herself and wanting to improve herself so they could be best friends again, and he had that cruelly ripped away from him by her past self and a momentary relapse. He doesn't even know that she stood by him in the end, in defiance of her younger self and she died for it.)

The twelfth doctor, in his wanting to die ae himself is already just wanting a reprieve and stop to what his life is. In the moment, he considers staying wherever the TARDIS has taken him until his body finally fully shuts down without regenerating. He wants it to end.

Glass/Memories Bill and Nardole bring up to the Doctor that he shouldn't end his life here, especially because, The Doctor is a net positive for the universe as was discussed earlier in the episode and understood by Bill from a talk with The First Doctor. To which, The Doctor replies, asking for the first time if he's ever allowed to take a break from what his life has become.

Bill and Nardole tell him that it is okay to rest, to take a break from what his life is. They just don't want him to die permanently, because they love him, he's their best friend, you know? He made a hugely positive impact on their lives and the universe, and they're trying to be there for him too, trying to give him permission and encourage him to rest and deal with his pain just so long as he doesn't end his life here.

Immediately, like lots of suicidals (trust me. i know, ive been here many times.) he immediately retorts how they don't understand the pain he's gonethru for so many years. He may be right in the literal sense, but in the broader sense he's just. exhausted and scared. Like we all can become when we experience constant pain and loss. But then he goes to thank them for being his friends, without giving them a concrete hope that he won't still end his life after all of this.

Of course, she didn't. But she wasn't okay, either. But she succeeded in one of the things she set out to do. She got every one of her companions home safely, without dying or having their lives ruined. A small but important victory after the constant loss of her loved ones before them.

Of course, the show didnt just outright play these scenes like flashbacks to hammer it into the audience. but we know russel's been watching the show, he's seen his friends work. It feels like more pieces to complete a puzzle thats been added to and being completed for the past 18 years.

being fair and honest to the text, What I felt was that it was an honest discussion about all of this. about all the pain and suffering from this and having to process it finally instead of running away from it. he took donna repeating what bill and nardole told him because he's felt guilty about what he did to her for all this time. He never forgot about what happened to her for 3 bodies since it happened. Her telling him the same things broke down his walls further, until they were crumbling. And then, bigenerating, he had HIMSELF telling him he needs to rest for them to get better.

From the way the Fifteenth Doctor is written, it sounds like that he does have memories of a full fourteenth doctor life that the fourteenth doctor hasn't lived yet, that he's benefitted from fourteen's retirement and that some day fourteen died and his updates consciousness came into the bigeneration into his current fifteenth body.

"we're time lords. we're doing rehab out of order"

it may just be my analysis of what's been put in front of me, but that's how I interpret it, and as far as that goes…I enjoyed it.

Very personal feelings ahead.

Every night i go to bed I'm scared I'm going to die and not wake up. The time I'm awake, it's not worth being angry over the non concrete stuff that I really feel is more projected fear than the actual reality. That stems from the lack of approaching things in good faith.

Doctor Who has been an emotional rock for me for this past decade, I got into it during the worst relationship I ever had and when that ended it was all i still had left and clung to. I was in a very very bad place during Series 10, I wanted to kill myself and have my life end strongly and intensely for the first time in years because I was so exhausted from losing all my close friends and people I trusted from how badly that relationship went. but... World Enough and Time/The Doctor Falls/Twice Upon a Time helped me process and release my emotions, and stopped me from going thru with it. Every time after TUAT aired that I felt I wanted to kill myself and give up, I would go back to the twelfth doctor's regeneration speech, and go through it and convince myself to not give up there. I had a rocky time in 2018 because the steven moffat hate brigade was here and the actual show I felt really neutral on with series 11 upon first watch, and I lost the titan comics that I really loved and that changed my opinion on the tenth doctor and gave me one of the best eleventh doctor companions. so yeah, 2018-2019 because of those things were a little down as i wasn't as happy, but I was still here.

Then came 2020 and series 12: the entire season aired before the worst tragedy I've experienced in my life so far happened, and I also legitimately enjoyed every single episode a lot more than the previous series. But then that tragedy did happen. I lost my best friend, my best friend who trusted me so much that I was the second person after her fiancé that was told about her cancer diagnosis. I didn't feel I deserved that. She died within a month or two of her diagnosis. It was so fast, it blindsighted me. When she told me I asked her just to promise me she would call me for my birthday in case it fit bad because I wanted to hear her voice again, that year if I could. We assumed at least that she would at least that far along, because my birthday was only 3 months away. It seemed so simple and sure. She died a few weeks before my birthday that year. She didnt get to fufill her promise. It broke me. I wanted to die of course but...I knew I couldnt. I would be suicidal all the time and she always convinced me out of it. I hated myself so much and was so bad and intense about it and...she was kind to me. She refused to give up on me when I wanted her to give up on me to spare her pain when I was feeling bad.

so when she died i KNEW i had to live to make sure her faith in me wasn't in vain. I have gotten so much more mentally stable working on myself since then, but not a day goes by that I don't miss her. I never got to get her into Doctor Who but I would've wanted to.

Flux was my favorite season since the twelfth doctor years. I finally really emotionally connected with the thirteenth doctor era. I was really happy.

That year I met my current girlfriend whose been my best girlfriend I've ever had and whose given me everything I've ever wanted to be loved for. I got her into Doctor Who too.

But she lives in an abusive situation with her mom and her health keeps getting worse sometimes, getting more disabled with time while her fashy mother abuses her more. I feel useless sometimes during it because we live in two countries far away, even though we're planning our future together some days it feels like such a struggle to feel like we'll achieve our dreams together.

All of this has been going on while we've had to deal with the impending return of my least favorite doctor who writer, who barely is at 60% for episodes I enjoy, while his fans start to wake back up and start making it unbearable to be here because they spread misinformation and say horrible things about my favorite parts of the show, the ones that have helped me through my worst times. And recently they've started a vocal hate campaign against my first doctor, with more misinformation.

All of this along with fears for my life based on my physical health and fear based on real life politics has made it difficult to enjoy my rock, Doctor Who, for most of this year.

And yet somehow, the writer I didn't like at all has managed to give me 3 episodes I enjoy a lot more than anything he ever did 15 years ago when his sensibilities turned me off of getting into the show.

I haven't suddenly changed to liking RTD as a creator. I don't like series 1-4 more now. I don't suddenly like Damaged Goods. I just legitimately feel that these 3 episodes I enjoy a lot more than any of those previous stories, and as well, I don't feel like they perpetuated what the misaimed RTD1 era fandom wants, because I felt that it firmly felt that my favorite parts of the show happened and had a huge impact on all of this and how it went down. I'm more optimistic for the future of the show, even if the fandom will still be a hellhole to be in foe a while, i think eventually a lot of the loud awful people will leave because they're not likely to get what they want; and like the worst impulsives of fans are going to happen regardless of what actually happens in the text

other moffat era fans somehow took away from the episode that it ignored the moffat era, when it really didnt ignore it, to the point that steven himself got on his throwaway twitter account to disagree with it. The guy hates twitter and only remade his throwaway for the lockdown tweetalongs, so clearly it bothered him a lot to go out of his way to do this. I think if even your favorite writer says his work wasn't ignored by his friend, maybe you should try looking at it from a more neutral perspective.

I don't know, I just felt like the specials' themes and ideas were a good story that felt cathartic to get thru with my history, especially when this year I've developed an autoimmune disease that heavily restricts my diet and I've had to become a part time cane user. at 28!!!!

just with the very uncertain future, the fact I'm going to be older than my best friend ever got to be, there's just no energy that I have that I can spare to hate this when I think a lot of the feelings are either, premature or in the minds of people and less reality.

there are still people who are going to be racist and criticisms to be had but I don't think there's fundamentally this huge broken thing about the fourteenth doctor specials

anyway. this has been long, but this is all my feelings about the episode, i have a bit more talk but I'll save that for another post because this is long enough, plus its just lore stuff.

#fezzy talking #doctor who

[forestryfae]

but yeah. basically ive been sleeping during the day a lot and it sucks. works not going as good as i wish it did. balancing work and homelife isnt easy, and homelife is lacking.

i have an important letter i need to send, gotta call teh dentist, im supposed to be taking meds for rosascea but im not allowed to keep the meds in my room and noone is helping me remember the medication (which is stupid as fuck cus when im late to work once or twice theyre IMMEDIATELY on my ass asking if i need someone to come wake me up. hello??) i also have to call whoever gave me my drivers license for practicing or else i might have to take the whole course again.

i also have to go home for 3 weeks and im not looking forward to that. and i need to go spend christmas with mom which like. free food ig. family will need christmas presents but like im broke and i just dont see why. they fucking suck. why am i wasting money on people who care so little about me that they treat me like absolute dogshit. no basic respect or common decendy, talking down to me and treating me like shit all the time, literally anything that can be criticized will be critizied, no respect for boundaries and throwing fucking temper tantrums if i get mad that they trampled over them, just doing whatever the fuck they want and expecting me to be okay with it. nothing is ever good enough but if you dont try youre a lazy brat with no willpower. mental illness exists but its never the root of the problem, its always you. also everyone around them are mindreaders and if you didnt predict what they wanted youre an asshole and you lack common sense.

and i have to spend the next three weeks dealing with this shit with no chance of escape cus they can just show up with no warning at my house. she doesnt care if i was asleep or busy, that just gives her an excuse to be bitchy about it. the world revolves around noone and dont think youre something special except for if youre her. fucking bitch.

but yeah ill be spending 3 weeks mostly trying not to go insane. i need to clean the kitchen, bathroom, hallway and bedroom. i need to go through all the stuff in the kitchen so i dont have a million things i never even touch in there, plus i gotta actually cook every day and i have to go shopping atleats once a week, which wont be easy. the bedroom is a emss so i really want to clear out as much of it as possible, especially w the writing desk i have. its enormous and swallows up the whole room, and i have just a bunch of stuff and garbage lying around that i dont know what to do with.

then theres the bathroom, which is easy enough, but the cats been pissing on some of my clothes on the floor in there since noone in my family understands the concept of closing doors and not letting the cats play in insulation. like the doors dont. magically open by themselves. they were left open. theres also a fuckton of laundry and cleaning off the dryingracks since moms been fucking with those again, and she absolutely has been messing up my sorting. i went through my clothes and decided on what i want to keep and what not and now i 100% guaranteed have to go through that stuff again.

and like. i also have to look at what i have and what i dont have. cus i got some plastic boxes that i was gonna put stuff i wnated to keep in and i never got around to it so i have to just hope i can find it in me to bother going through verything in the house and packing what i actually want i really want to ask the people at the thriftshop i work at if they want like 4 or 5 boxes, if not more when im done, of just garbage. but at the same time, i KNOW theyll clean everything before selling it but i dont want to touch any of it and i dont want it anywhere near me. im so tired of cleaning and bad vibes. im so tired of stuff just not working out.

also. have been considering moving my bedroom to the livingroom. like it just seems easier but at the same time i dont want people in there or people going through my shit when im not at home. idk. its more like a bandaid in an attempt to deal with a broken leg that isnt healing cus its not in acast or getting medical attention.

#talkies

[kyovtani]

Zade my darling idk if you ever got my other Kakucho ask but he 100% is the man who wants to actually get you pregnant. He constantly thinks about how beautiful you would look pregnant, and then further than that the thought of being a dad and having a family with you 🥺🫶🏻

Mitsuya too! oh he loves the idea of having a sweet little family with you, having a baby on your hip while your tummy is round with another ♥️♥️♥️

oh my goodness my sweet gray 😭 tumblr's been fucking around with me the past two days so most of the asks ive answered disappeared or got deleted and i dont know why so im sorry if i didn't respond to yours 💔 but i shall kiss your big brain because if there's one of the two men in tokyo rev im absolutely weak for, it's kakucho and im not even exaggerating (i think its the scar tbh im a whore)

kakucho just doesn't seem like the type of guy who wants to have a family, which is why you don't really dare to mention it. of course he knows ho much you like kids – your habit of waving at tiny humans every time they look at you easily giving it away, yet he never really gave it another thought.

until one day his boys start teasing him for being such a dad because of him taking care of their drunk asses each time they get wasted. that's when he remembers just how badly he's always wanted to have a family of his own. maybe because his parents never gave him what he needed and he wanted to be better than them, or maybe because he genuinely liked the thought of havinh a baby – with you.

he's had relationships before and never once even considered moving in together because he used to be scared of commitment and being hurt, until you basically waltzed into his life and had him fall head over heels for you. and now, several years later, you're not only living together but also joke about the bonten boys being your kids and having to take care of them without giving birth.

and all of a sudden, kakucho just can't stop thinking about how pretty you'd look pregnant with his baby. the mental image of your big belly and your pretty face glowing from all the hormones and everything it comes with, suddenly seems so much more alluring to him.

and the thoughts of being a dad to a baby that's half his own and half the love of his life are quick to follow, which is why he just can't keep it to himself anymore, no matter how hard he tries to.

"you know", he sounds neevous and the second you shift your attention to him, kakucho tenses up, gripping the steering wheel as tight as possible, "if we happen to have a – uhm – a baby one day, i hope they get your eyes." the words make his heart race and his head spin to the point where he probably shouldn't be driving anymore, all because he doesn't know what to expect.

kakucho can't even deny how heartbroken he'd be if you weren't of the same mindset as him, yet either way his love for you would remain the same.

"oh? i'd want them to have yours", your response is quick and confident, from the way you smile at him, kakucho knows this isnt the first time you've thought about this and a wave of relief breaks down over him, "your eyes, my smile and your nose. but i feel like the first one's gonna be your copy anyway."

you start chuckling at your own words, probably not even aware of the burning blush on your boyfriend's cheek as he tries to comprehend what you just said to him.

the first one...so you do want a baby with him — multiple even.

#children cw #pregnancy cw #; tokyorev #; boy of choice: kakucho #; sweet gray 💞 #; moots #; drabbles #; sfw