#THANKS ANON!!

[shhhsecretsideblog]

We're in the hospital waiting room as your sister and labors with her first child. You shift uncomfortably in your chair, partly from the overdue child sitting stubbornly upon your hips and partly from the discomfort you get just from being in a hospital. You were staunchly against having our own baby in such a place, but being here for your sister in spirit was on the shortlist of exceptions.

"I need to go to the bathroom...I'll-I'll be back," You struggle to push out of the chair and rushed away to the bathroom.

I nod affirmatively and lean back in my own chair.

One minute turns into five then into 10...then fifteen. Even as heavy and pregnant as you are, you never took this long.

I look down at the chair and catch a dark, now damp splotch staining the ugly fabric of the chair.

Shit.

“Honey…? Are you in here?” Your nervous voice echos the tiled room as you cautiously peak your head into the ladies bathroom.

It was late, the hospital quiet and empty, the only sound was a deep gravelled moan coming from a single occupied stall. Me.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? Unlock the door for me.” You said with a false calmness, as if trying to reassure an injured animal.

“No….. no- no- no— hooooo-hooooo…” sitting on the toilet, dress bunched up beneath my breasts and knickers round my ankles, I held tight to my spasming pregnant belly and tried to pant through the overwhelming pressure in my pelvis. “Oh god!” I cried out when the wave peaked.

“Kelsey! Open the door, honey.” Your fists bumped against the stall and rattled the hinges.

Somehow, with tears in my eyes, I pulled myself to standing and leaned forward. Unlocking the door I promptly collapsed back down on the toilet, returning to the only position that didn’t make me want to scream. You were by my side in an instant, cupping my face and looking deep into my eyes.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” You whispered, kissing my forehead.

“No— I don’t want to have my b-baby here…” my breath hitched as I tried to hold back the tears, emotions crashing through me at the sight of you.

“Oh I know you wanted a home birth darling, but we’re in a hospital, everything will be fine. And our baby will have the same birthday as their cousin, how cool is that?” You smiled and rubbed my taut belly that was spread over my widened thighs. “I’ll just get a nurse or something, hang on sweetie.”

I grasped your hand before you could leave, gripping your wrist tight, fingernails pressing into your skin. “Don’t— don’t leave me—” I begged.

“But I need to go get someone, honey.”

“You don’t understand… hooooo…. I need— oh god I need to push!” Still holding fast to your hand, my chin lowered to my chest as my body bore down with the next contraction.

“Fuck. Oh Kelsey, no. Don’t push.” You spluttered but I was lost to the urgency of birth.

Gasping for air, I held my breath once more and pushed hard against the bowling ball sitting at the apex of my thighs. The baby’s head was bulging, splitting me open, and I had no control. I had to push…. I just had to.

“Oh— god. It’s coming outttttt!!!” I grunted, deep and primal, tilting my hips and lifting my feet off the floor. “H-help… m-me…”

• ko-fi ☕️ •

[logan-the-artist]

dukeceit mayhaps? only if you're fine with it :3

i need to draw them more holy shit i missed them

[bleu-oscar]

I am curious what’s your opinion on 03 Raph?

I love this guy!! I think the writers handled him pretty well, and I feel like he's the most true to the Mirage version of him than most incarnations. He's more moody than outright angry, which I appreciate. Also he loves his family!! So much!!! I almost cried during Tales of Leo when he's talking to Leo even though Leo is comatose. And the episode where he gets dragged into helping Mrs. Morrison is so adorable! He's easily my favorite version of Raphael (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

[ruurat]

its his parallel evil side....

[asterwild]

Olm (Proteus anguinus) a cave-dwelling salamander from Europe.

[reigningm4x]

Max arriving to Switzerland for his holiday 12/29

[orangesand-lemons-234]

CAST YOUR MOOTS IN THE OUTSIDERS!!! (if u wanna)

OHHH YAYAYA

Ponyboy - @ivys-head-is-spinning

Darry - @gardenoflilys

Sodapop - @lemonlord14

Dally - @knockoff-conlon

Johnny - @waiting-makes-me-antsy

Twobit - @erstersauce

Steve - @thegreatbuttoneer

Ace - @itzmoss

[devdevlin]

i’ve seen you post reylo. do you have any fic recs for them? (perfect opportunity to slip your own anonymous reylo fics in there)

Oh um… heh heh heh

I haven’t written any reylos to share with you, but BOY do I love reading them! Here are a few!! Small disclaimer that some of these I haven’t read in years though, so I hope I’ve remembered them correctly:

Interstellar Transmissions by LovelyThings, ricca_riot - fab canon-verse fic

Rey Tries Things! by andabatae - fluffy goodness

Reyne by itsjustsilver - A/B/O AU

Bad Neighbors by amybeegood - another A/B/O (yes I have a type lmao)

LITERALLY EVERYTHING BY Ever-so-reylo

ALSO EVERYTHING (!!!!!!) BY MalevolentReverie (these tend to be very dark, so read the tags!)

[xstrawmari]

Spare a brio fic snippet? 🙏😭

ofc!!!! here's a little bit from 2 wips I'm actively working on 🩷

“You dropped out?”.

Rio pulled his headphones out with one swift tug of the cord. “Hi to you, too”.

“Don't do that. Don't act like this isn't a big deal”.

“Is it?” He asked, taking the velcro flap of his glove between his teeth to remove it. Once both gloves were at his feet, he ran a hand down his face. “Grandma needed me to take over part of the business, that's all”.

“At the flower shop? She couldn't wait six months?”.

&

Rumors around the big top were that the promoters wanted to go all out with this show since their Wisconsin portion of the tour was ending with a sold-out crowd, and nothing screamed bigger than this.

Rhea stood completely still when Rio began to circle her, moving around the sphere until he gained enough speed to loop horizontally, then vertically, right up to Rhea. When he came to a stop at the door, Beth realized it was her turn. Realized that once Rhea left the sphere, she'd need to step up, or they'd all be screwed.

Rio took his helmet off again. “You ready?”.

“No… yes…I hope”.

[pickled-flowers]

Knife made out of flowers

Ooooh this was funnn

[lavellenchanted]

Otp: I want the whole damn thing & 5?

5. Angry Kiss

“April, what the hell are these?”

Jackson’s voice isn’t quite angry (not yet, anyway), just flat and tight, like he wants to sounds neutral but just can’t manage it; but when April turns to look at him, there’s bewilderment written across his face more than anything else as he stares down at the iPad she has so very stupidly left on the kitchen counter open and with the screen on.

A screen that is currently showing house and apartment listings around Boston.

Slowly, Jackson’s eyes lift to meet hers and she feels a guilty blush steal across her cheeks – which is almost immediately followed by a surge of irritation, because she doesn’t have anything to feel guilty over. And she finds it incredibly galling that he would look at her like that, with his eyes soft and confused and betrayed when he’s the one who –

“I was just browsing,” she blurts out, because she doesn’t want to think about that. Except that she already has, which is probably why she sounds so snappishly defensive. “I mean, I’ve got to look at some point, right?”

“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows are drawing down into a frown, and like a mirror of herself she can see the irritation building in him as well. 

They’ve always been too good at that, reflecting their worst emotions back at each other.

“This was only ever temporary.”

April waves a hand, a gesture meant to encompass not just the kitchen but the entire house. A house they had started sharing when they first moved to Boston because that was easier than trying to find two places at the same time, but which was never meant to be her and Harriet’s permanent home here. Just his. 

Except that it has become her home. Worse, it’s become theirs. It feels like cutting out a part of herself to say it isn’t, but how can she stay now? 

“Did I do something? I know you’ve been mad about something for a while.”

She almost wants to laugh because of course he knew. No one has ever been able to see through her quite so easily as Jackson can. It used to frighten her, the way he seemed to strip her bare and see everything, all her fears and insecurities and hopes and dreams, with just a single glance. It also thrilled her, though she tried to deny that for the longest time.

At this particular moment it’s just making her angry, because how can he know her so well and still not understand?

“No, you didn’t –” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not mad at you.”

It’s mostly the truth. Okay, maybe she’s mad at him a little bit, but really she’s just mad at herself.

Because she thought that maybe they were –

But she was wrong. Of course she was wrong. That was made very clear last week, when she saw him looking cosy with some annoyingly long-legged blonde woman at the Foundation. 

Intellectually, she knows it’s not Jackson’s fault. She may not have done anything wrong but neither did he, not really. They’re still divorced, and neither of them have ever mentioned dating or getting back together or anything of the sort. A few lingering looks here and there or flirtatious remarks don’t mean anything. They aren’t promises or declarations.

Still, she feels so stupid that it makes her want to scream with an anger that’s sharp and bright and far preferable to focus on than the hurt drumming at her insides.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Jackson says drily.

April glares at him. “I just thought that it’s about time Hattie and I found somewhere else.”

Jackson’s jaw tightens. “So when were you going to tell me? Or were you going to tell me? Was I just going to come home one day and find you both gone?”

“Of course not! I was going to tell you when I found a place. Why are you so pissed about it anyway? I thought you’d be glad to have some space back. Then you could bring all the blonde friends you want back here without us getting in the way.”

The words have spilled out before she can stop them, bitter and jealous. She bites down on her lip to stop herself saying any more but it’s too late. Jackson’s staring at her, his expression growing darker, and then suddenly he’s striding across the kitchen to stand right in front of her, towering above her so she has to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Blonde friends?” he says furiously. “That’s what this is about? I don’t know what makes me more angry, April, the fact that you saw me schmoozing someone who is considering making a huge donation to the Foundation and assumed I was hitting on her, or the fact that you didn’t talk to me about it and just decided to deal with it by moving out. I thought we were past this, the not talking to each other about things.”

April blinks, thrown for a moment by this new information and desperately trying to ignore the sudden, painful burst of hope radiating in her chest, then feels her cheeks warm as her thoughts catch up to what he’s saying.

“Oh, like you talk to me? If I made assumptions, maybe it’s because we’ve been in Boston for eight months and I still don’t know what you want from me, Jackson! You asked me here but I don’t know if it’s just because you didn’t want to be that far away from Harriet, or if you actually want me around –”

She doesn’t get a chance to say any more because Jackson cuts her off, catching her face between his hands and covering her mouth with his. It’s not a gentle kiss – they’re both still too angry for that – and his lips are almost bruising, insistent, each stroke of his mouth delivered with deliberate passion, like he’s making a point and wants to be very clear about it. 

Maybe he is; she curls her fingers into his shirt and pulls him closer, kissing him back with equal fierceness, running her tongue over his bottom lip and then catching it between her teeth. Her heartbeat is roaring in her ears and she can hardly breathe, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want to breathe right now. She only wants to keep kissing him, to feel the fire that’s burning through the veins as she presses herself against him and gives in to the hunger and the longing that she’s been trying to bury for months.

Jackson lifts his mouth briefly, tilting his head the other way and between kisses he’s saying, “I want you. I have always wanted you. I will never not want you.”

She brings her arms up to wind them around his neck and whispers back, “I want you too. I want you so much, Jackson.”

Finally, when her head is swimming and her legs feel weak and shaky and like they might collapse any moment they break apart, though she keeps her arms around his neck and he brings his hands to her waist. They’re both breathing heavily, their eyes locked on each other, and April can feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

“I guess we both still need to get better at the talking thing,” Jackson says. “But let me start with saying that I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here with me.”

April smiles. “Then I’ll stay.”

kiss prompts

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Thinking about Were!Daryl with Reader who gives birth to two pups but Daryl doesn't let anyone into him and Reader's bedroom of their house. He's just glaring at whoever peeks into their bedroom. (He also makes the best nests <3) Just thinking thoughts and thought you'd enjoy them.

Aaaahw everyone being so concerned because reader hasn't seen a doctor at all and Daryl is being a scary literal guard dog!

These are good thoughts!!

I bet someone would at least get a walkie into their house for emergencies, but it's never used. Carol's allowed into the livingroom/kitchen area but no further. She only drops off food and meds because she's not gonna accidentally anger big wolf man bestie.

And yes BET Daryl builds the best nests with all of his hunting spoils and every single blanket and pillow inside the house.

Oh and later the puppyproofing tho. The horrors of chewed on furniture 😱

[tonberry-yoda]

Kars relationship hcs?

Kars Relationship Headcanons

notes - Hi anon!! Of course I can give you some lovely headcanons for this lovely long haired beauty <333 thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy :)

this man smells so good

i wanted to say it

i feel like over the years, he has collected some really nice perfumes akdsdhdsahk

so when you hug him, which is a lot, he smells REAL good

he likes cuddles, even if he denies it

he feels like it's protecting you while you sleep, so he is always big spoon

he is VERY protective over you

like you are his little human now and he wants to protect you at all costs

being so big makes you look so small and fragile

he'll probably pick you up a lot lolol

please play with his hair

he acts like he hates it, but after you play with it for a while, he will literally start purring LMFAO

he also quite likes when you tell him how much you love him

he will always remind you that he loves you through anything but words, so when you show your affection through words, he gets a little blushy ngl

if you sing, he loves to hear it

i just feel like if you're good with anything with music, he would love it with all his heart

and not, i feel like he would just be interested in any hobby you have and just watch you lolol

you probably dont see him too often if he's busy, but know when you do see each other, you get to be pulled into those giant arms <3333

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[shark-myths]

would u ever consider giving us a oneshot about a little bit more of kintsugi kid? the wedding, how/if they come out, retirement, working for diff teams, etc. i do think their ending was so lovely but i just adore that universe so much and i literally crave updates even though i know it’s over.

I think this is actually a really sweet idea! That verse is *so* special to me, that’s why the epilogue ended up spamming so much time. they’d be really cute to revisit in the future. Consider it in consideration!

[sunniss]

mon in #that dress

[reigningm4x]

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