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[the-formerone]

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/the-formerone/703376851368853504

Terf and pedo sympathizer on the thread

ty!!

[tophats-are-pretty-cool]

Screw you *Gachas your Maggie*

[i-am-larvesta]

Blaise : that Taco place you love so much

Mucus : no no MAGGIE love that place, i think it's dirty

Maggie : i ate a baby there :D

Mucus : she did!

[bluisbeingstupid]

i forgort i made these umm this was just for fun i guess. im probably never going to draw these guys again. maybe

[lesbienneanarchiste]

I complain a lot abt my grandmother and I am valid for it, I'm not taking it back, but. She has cooked multiple dishes from my childhood that had me almost in tears from nostalgia so. Idk. Maybe love is stored in the djagacida and the ceebu yapp or whatever 🥺

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[enigmaticxbee]

Tropes & More - Fic Recs

All the tropey-goodness!

Body-Swap:

Underneath Your Skin by crescentmoon222 - Dreamland AU, NSFW

What if Feels Like for a Girl by @mldrgrl - Dreamland AU, NSFW

Dreamland III by @admiralty-xfd - Dreamland sequel

Flea Market Economy by Punk

I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours by Tv_Saved_The_Teenage_Girl

Masters of Time by @sisterspooky1013 - time travel to 1960s Masters of Sex, NSFW

Times Colliding by onlytheinevitable- time travel 1998/2018 body swap, NSFW, WIP

Cubed by Louise Marin - Scully wakes up as an alternate version of herself, NSFW.

Parallel by @sisterspooky1013 - Scully wakes up as an alternate version of herself, NSFW.

Fake-Dating:

Never by Allison Kinney - Undercover, NSFW

Diversion by @sisterspooky1013 - Stakeout, NSFW

Just Another Dinner Party by @somekindofseizure - Undercover at a swingers party during Arcadia

Amish Country by Lolabeegood - Undercover with the Amish, NSFW

We’re Married Now by @skinfull - Undercover in a cult, NSFW

Hallowed by onlytheinevitable - Undercover in a cult, NSFW

More Than a Feeling by @sisterspooky1013 - Undercover at a carnival, NSFW

Undercover Swing by 2momsmakearight - Undercover at a sex party, NSFW

It’s Just Pretend by @storybycorey - Undercover in a motel, fake sex turning into real sex, NSFW

The Marriage Spectacular by @cecilysass - Lost FBI agents. Stormy weather. A marriage retreat in a mountainside inn with one room available.

The Newlywed Game by onlytheinevitable - While going out for dinner, Scully runs into an ex and Mulder valliantly pretends to be her husband. However, that little lie traps them into having to play the Newlywed Game in front of a bunch of strangers and they have to navigate admitting feelings they haven't even admitted to themselves.

Baseball Metaphors by @leiascully - Scully runs into an ex and they pretend to be dating, NSFW

Just Go With It by @skinfull - Mulder runs into old high school classmates and they pretend to be married, NSFW

The Annapolis Grant by @slippinmickeys - AU, Scully pays Mulder to play the role of her boyfriend, NSFW

Wedding/FBI Ball Date:

Plus One by @alienqueequeg - Mulder convinces Scully to let him be her plus one at an old friend's wedding, NSFW

Hardball by Missy Pennington - Scully gets a sexy red dress to wear to the FBI ball when she finds out Phoebe Green will be attending

Five Ballrooms by @admiralty-xfd - Five Christmas parties. Five separate POVs.

The Twelve Tropes of Christmas by @mangokiwitropicalswirl - Christmas ball and all the tropes

Holidays:

far away and to the west by @audries - Thanksgiving with the Gunmen

at the close of the day by @audries - Thanksgiving on the road

Fairies, Skip Hence by @slippinmickeys - Christmas at the Scullys, NSFW

Shades of Winter by @piecesofscully - Christmas at the Scullys, NSFW

Marshmallow World by @agoodwoman - Christmas 1998, set Season 6, our beloved agents are working under AD Kersh. Mulder and Scully get into the holiday spirit. NSFW

Regular People by @chimerical1975 - Thwarted Christmas plans, impulsive decisions, and unexpected visitors make two extraordinary FBI agents into regular people. NSFW

Chicken Dinner by @cecilysass - Dinner at Mrs. Scully’s. Mulder overhears Maggie speaking to her friends about her daughter’s relationship with her partner. What he hears floors him.

Gingersnap by @cecilysass - Holiday baking, NSFW

if the fates allow by @all-these-ghosts - Christmas with Mulder and Scully, 1993-2016

Birthdays by @syntax6 - seasons 1 through 7

One Bed (see Faking Dating above too):

Let’s Play a Game by @danasculllie - Motel room Truth or Dare, NSFW

Truth or Dare by Adrienne - Mulder and Scully have a wicked game of Truth or Dare while sharing that hotel room in Rain King. NSFW

Twenty-Questions and a Winter Storm by @danascully77 - NSFW

Designated Mulder by onlytheinevitable - Mulder had always wanted to see what Scully would be like drunk, but he didn't anticipate it would finally happen on the one night they had to share a bed. NSFW

Sexy Snowed-In by @peacenik0 - Mulder and Scully are snowed-in together, will they find a way to escape their boredom? NSFW

Hot and Sticky by Megan Reilly - One hotel room, two FBI Agents...and it's a hell of a hot night besides. NSFW

One room. One bed. by spooky66 - NSFW

Free Merlot at the Cool View Motor Court by @sarie-fairy - post The Rain King, NSFW

Turn that damned thing off by @sunflowerseedsandscience - The Rain King missing scene.

Time Enough At Last by bayloriffic - The Rain King missing scene.

Conversation in the Dark by Cass - The Rain King missing scene.

Stop Me by Gina Rain - post The Rain King, NSFW

Unbidden by @phillippadgettwrites - NSFW

Bunkmates by @leiascully - There's only one hotel room, and it's got a special surprise.

Expense Report by 13th_blackbird - The Bureau conducts an audit, and Scully considers the costs.

Scully/Other:

Universal Invariants by @syntax6 - set over the course of a canon-parallel version of season 1 and early season 2 where Scully’s boyfriend Ethan who was cut from the pilot sticks around. NSFW

Early On by @sunflowerseedsandscience - Mulder and Scully are drawn to each other from the start but Scully is still with Ethan. NSFW

Homicidal Tendencies by Swikstr - Casefile crossover that pairs Scully with the detective from Homicide: Life on the Street. NSFW

You He Did Not Fail by extraordinarily_ordinary - After Scully leaves the X-Files for a position in LA a case brings them back together. Starts Scully/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

Original Sin by @syntax6 - post FTF Scully moves to Utah. Scully/Other but great MSR. NSFW

Arizona Highways by Fialka - Visions of Melissa lead Our Heroes on a case confirming the existence of a series of Emilys. But does Melissa really have a message, or is it all in Scully’s head? Scully/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

No Regrets by MystPhile - During Arcadia Scully reconnects with Detective John Kresge. Ultimately MSR but not until the very end. NSFW

Promises to Keep by Prufrock’s Love - post Requiem Scully/Skinner, I really struggled with this one, but still an interesting read. NSFW

Heart’s Desire by @malibusunset - post Two Fathers/One Son Scully reconnects with an old boyfriend during a case. My favorite Scully/Other fic - ends in MSR, but it’s probably the only fic where I’ve thought that Mulder might be the wrong choice. NSFW

La Lacuna by @aloysiavirgata - Scully explores her feelings after Milagro while investigating a murder. Scully/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

Mulder/Other:

The Waters of Babylon by @aloysiavirgata - As they prepare to become Rob and Laura Petrie, Mulder thinks back on his life and the paths not taken.

Seventeen by @scapegrace74-blog - Explores how Mulder's sexual relationships shaped (and mis-shaped) him as a man. Each chapter represents a different partner. Mulder/Other, ultimately MSR, NSFW

Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits - married to Diana AU, ultimately MSR

To Love Somebody by Tess and Jacquie LaVa - In the midst of attempting to have a normal romance, Mulder's escalating feelings for Scully, and her deteriorating health due to her advancing cancer, make it impossible for him to commit... Mulder/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

The Guts by @wtfmulder - How would Scully react if Mulder dropped an open condom wrapper in front of her? MSR but dealing with Diana.

Dr. Scully's School for Exceptional Boys by Prufrock’s Love - post series, Mulder/Other and MSR, NSFW

One for the Road by @phillippadgettwrites - post breakup, Mulder has a girlfriend but mostly MSR, NSFW

Pregnancy/Baby/Family:

The Family G-Man by Neoxphile and FelineFemme - A double tragedy strikes Mulder the week before Christmas of 2003. What if he could go back and change things, save the son one lost and give the other the family she wanted? Could it keep them safe? NSFW

Five Years and a Lifetime by @monikafilefan @slippinmickeys - One night stand AU. Five years later, Scully and Mulder work at the same pediatric hospital, and Scully's four year old daughter bears a striking resemblance to the picture of a dark haired girl that sits on Mulder's desk... NSFW

In the Best Interest of the Child by @mldrgrl - AU When tragedy strikes, Mulder is forced to take guardianship of his young niece, but the matter is complicated by the arrival of a sister-in-law he's never met.

The Way Things Are by Sukie Tawdry - One night and their whole lives were changed forever. Season 1 AU. NSFW

Right Hand Return by humphreywrites - Scully is returned from her abduction with a baby, no memories of anything prior to her captivity and some PTSD.

All That Is Dark and Bright by @malibusunset - Emily lives AU. NSFW

Five Years and One Night by Shalimar - Scully leaves the X-Files post-Emily but gets drawn back in when Mulder discovers Emily wasn’t the only child created. NSFW

Intimacy Deux by Mojo - The one in five billion happens. NSFW

40 Weeks by @malibusunset - What if the IVF attempt in Per Manum had been successful? NSFW

A Boy and His Fox by 6hoursgirl - What happens when two FBI agents have a platonic relationship based on trust and mutual respect...and an exchange of genetic material. NSFW

The 13th Sign and 7 Days in May by Prufrock’s Love - Post-Deadalive. Mulder saw no reason for life, death, sex, Armageddon, or emotional dysfunction to stand in the way of true love.

Hurricane Season by rah and beduini - Post-Existence week at the beach with the Scully family and baby Wim. NSFW

Terra Firma series by @malibusunset - Post-Existence domestic family drama, a classic comfort read for me. NSFW

Misc:

Partners With Benefits by onlytheinevitable - Friends with benefits, NSFW

Truncated by Lysandra31 - Scully and Mulder find themselves in a tight spot. Spooning ensues.

You Send Me by @spooky-nerd - Portals keep popping up around Mulder. It's rather inconvenient until he realizes it's possible the universe is trying to tell him something.

[whorefortheevans]

Not His Type - Jimmy Darling x Fem!Reader (18+)

I genuinely can't tell if this is good or not lmfao, I haven't written smut in literal yearsss and I've never written for ahs please help me.

CW: fingering, oral (fem receiving), public sex, slight praise at the end word count: 1316

"I'm telling you, Ethel, I'm definitely not his type," you explained, for what felt like the millionth time, to Jimmy's sweet mother. She and you have become increasingly close over the time that you've been working at the freakshow. Two years ago, you came looking for a job, just something small to make at least a little money. Elsa turned you down at first, because you were nothing short of normal, but after offering (begging) to help Ethel with the cooking, she finally gave in.

"How do you know what his type is? You've never asked 'im," she responded, continuing to chop the vegetables you both were preparing for the night's dinner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes and sliding the diced onion into a large pot.

"He likes Maggie. And what's not to like? She's blonde, thin, pretty face..."

Ethel glanced up with a small smirk creeping onto her lips. "Listen, Y/n, I've known Jimmy my whole life and I'm telling you, he's liked you for a while now."

Jimmy was the first guy you had shown any interest in. Most of them are crude and only want one thing, but he was the first man to ask for your name, take your hand and gently kiss your knuckles as an introduction. Well, needless to say he's had you since day one.

"Nope," you denied. "I am not his type, not even close."

"Not who's type?" Jimmy asked, striding into the tent. He had a playful smile on his face, and you turned away from him immediately, praying that the blush on your face wasn't as apparent as it felt.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," you said quietly. "Just boring girl talk."

Ethel put her knife down on the table and turned to you. "Oh, you know what? I forgot to grab a carrot, I'll go find one, don't wait up!" she said, half yelling as she quickly walked out of the tent, leaving you and Jimmy alone.

You suppressed a grin and rolled your eyes, standing in front of the table and starting to cube a potato. You saw Jimmy move towards you out of the corner of your eye and felt your heart flutter. It's stupid for him to have this hold over you.

"Hi, Y/n," Jimmy said in a sing-song voice.

You smiled and looked up at him. "Hi, Jimmy."

"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked.

"What lucky guy? The one who doesn't like me back?" He grinned and shortly nodded. "It doesn't matter. I have no chance." you said, looking back at the medley on the table.

Jimmy came closer to you, now standing just mere inches away, his body heat making you impossibly warmer. "Put the knife down, Y/n."

You placed the knife onto the cutting board and pushed it away from the table's edge. You turned to Jimmy, who took your wrists in his hands and smiled at you. "Who's the lucky guy?"

He leaned his head towards yours, nudging your cheek with his nose. You gasped, trying to control your breath and slow your heartbeat, but you knew it was no use. "Um, it's you, Jimmy," you said, awkward and quiet. You felt him smile against your skin.

"And who says you're not my type?" he said, clearly amused, but your sense of embarrassment dwindled quite quickly. You didn't answer him. Your words were caught in your throat and his proximity was making you very nervous.

He didn't press the issue further, and instead kissed your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, and after a small pause to look into your eyes, he smiled again and placed his lips on yours.

His hands grasped your waist, and you placed yours on his shoulders for stability. He gently bit your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you, and he continued to kiss his way down your jaw to your neck, biting and licking until he found the spot that made you moan yet again.

He sucked on the skin just below your ear, and you threw your head back to give him space. He walked you back a few steps, until your lower back hit the table behind you. Jimmy pulled away and lifted you up, sitting you down on the cleared space of the table. Now standing between your legs, he reached his hands under your shirt and pulled it off.

His left hand massaged your breast, hardening your nipple and sending chills down your spine. His right hand moved further down, rubbing soft circles over your clothed clit. You moaned and pulled your head away from him.

"Is this okay?" he asked you.

"Your mom will be back soon," you said, although you didn't want him to stop.

"We'd better make this quick then, lift your hips." he said, as he quickly pulled down your pants and underwear in one go.

"Jimmy! The food is right here!" you exclaimed, your heart pounding steadily.

He laughed and kissed down your body, positioning himself on his knees right in front of your dripping pussy. "The heat will cook off anything bad, don't worry." He ran his fingers through your wetness and stuck them in his mouth. "You taste delicious," he said, kissing your thighs, inching closer to where you most want him.

"Jimmy, please," you whimpered, wriggling your hips to try and find some sort of friction.

"Please, what?" he teased, looking up at you.

You groaned in embarrassment, "Please touch me, lick me...anything."

He smiled up at you and lightly kissed your clit, sticking his tongue out and flattening it against you. You gripped the edge of the table and let your head fall back in pleasure.

He kitten licked your clit before briefly pausing, and running his tongue from the base of your pussy back up to your clit, sucking it and kissing it in a way you've never felt before.

You let out a series of moans, trying to keep them quiet in case anyone was near enough to hear. You moved your hand into his hair and pulled on it, causing him to moan and send vibrations through your core. You leaned back on your left hand, hoping it would be enough to support you through this.

Jimmy took his right hand from where it rested on your thigh and plunged his middle two fingers into your hole, pushing them as far in as possible before withdrawing them. He began to pump them, slowly at first, and as your moans got louder his hand went faster.

You could feel your arousal dripping out of you, running down to your asshole and collecting on Jimmy's chin. It wasn't long before you were a wriggling mess. You could feel your pelvic muscles tightening and your walls started to clench around his fingers. "Jimmy, I-I'm gonna...cum," you moaned out.

Jimmy took his mouth away from you and pumped faster, if that was even possible. He took his left hand and rubbed hard, fast circles on your clit and looked up at you, your mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. "Cum for me, Y/n. Cum on my fingers like a good girl,"

That was all you needed before he sent you over the edge. You bit your knuckles, trying to keep quiet but your moans still sounded loud in your ears. You clenched tightly around Jimmy and squeezed your legs together as the pressure inside you was released.

Jimmy took his fingers out but rubbed your clit through your orgasm before helping you put your pants back on. He stood up, wiped his mouth on his arm and smiled at you. "Who says you're not my type?" he grinned, backing away from you as Ethel came back in, holding up two carrots.

"Found 'em," she said, before setting them down on the opposite side of the table and sending you a playful smirk.

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × OC, Rick Grimes × sister OC

Warnings: Swearing, violence, blood

Chapter: 3.07

“Aunt Lily! Aunt Lily!” Carl runs towards you holding a green balloon in the shape of a dog; he shows you it proudly. “Look what my dad made me; it’s so cool.”

Smiling, you ruffle his hair. Being surrounded by screaming kids with sticky hands and zero concept of personal space was your idea of hell, but it was worth it to see Carl enjoying his sixth birthday party. His friends from school and a few from his soccer team had attended the party being held in your brother's backyard, and now that the sugar rush and excitement of new toys were catching up with your nephew, his eyes were becoming a lot heavier as his friends started to be picked up by their parents.

You smile, feeling Shane’s lips brush against the curve of your ear. “You want to bail out soon? The little man looks as if he’s about to crash soon, and Lori will rope us into cleaning up.”

“Hmm, what are you thinking?”

Chucking, he kisses the side of your head and then your cheek. “I’m thinking of taking my pretty girl out for dinner and a late-night movie.”

You motion to the cooler full of ice cubes and bottles of beer sitting on the opposite end of the wooden table you were standing beside. “Do you think we could sneak a few of those with us for the movie?”

“That would be stealing, ma’am.”

“Well, I know a few ways to keep out of trouble, deputy.”

Standing up, you smooth out your yellow sundress just as your brothers walk by with a couple of on-duty cops who had dropped by to suck up to Rick by giving Carl a gift. You smile politely at them before leaning back into Shane’s embrace and quietly asking, “You still don’t like them, huh?”

“Rivers and Young?” He finished the dregs in his cup. “The kids have a lot to learn; I wouldn’t want them answering a call for my mom or my girl.”

You knew Shane wasn’t saying this lightly; he often gave rookies the benefit of the doubt.

Groggily, you stare up at the ceiling, feeling devoid of any real emotion as you think back on old memories. Once you had fought to push to the back of your mind because you found thinking of the chain of events that came from that party so upsetting. Jace’s babbling pulls you from your trail of thought. He crawls up onto you, his saliva drooling onto your top. “Thanks, kid.”

He babbles some more, as if he were communicating in his own way.

“Yeah, yeah.” You tickle Jace’s cheek with his finger. His smile lightens your mood slightly. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done, you know that?”

You slide your fingers over Jace’s dark hair as he leans his head on your chest. Sighing, you close your eyes again, but the peacefulness only lasts for a few moments. The second you hear the noise of crutches tapping against the prison flooring, you open your eyes and sit upright.

“Is everything okay, Hershel?”

“How’s your leg feeling today?”

When you returned to the prison, Hershel stitched up your leg to stop the bleeding, but there wasn’t anything he gave you to help ease the pain. “It feels as if it’s getting better, thanks.”

The older man leans against the cell doorway, his eyes crinkled with exhaustion. “I just thought you would want to know Glenn took Carl looking for the breach. They’ve just come back.”

—

You stormed to the other side of the cellblock, where most of your group was gathered. Beth was humming to your niece, Judith, while Glenn explained that they didn’t find the breach. Maggie looks up, surprised when she sees you looking so irritated. She forces a smile. “How’s the little stinker doing?”

“Happy to see you,” you hand her Jace before turning to glare at Glenn. “I told you not to take Carl with you.”

Glenn lets out a frustrated sigh. “Lily, we need to find this breach fast. For all we know, our home could be filled up with walkers or the governor's men at any moment.”

“Exactly, which is exactly why you shouldn’t have taken a thirteen-year-old with you. Carl’s just a kid!” You wave your arm between the two of them and say, "Look at how much blood you are covered in. How many walkers did you need to kill just to get out?”

Glenn shakes his head. Instead of bonding over the trauma you had gone through together, the experience was causing friction between you. Your friendship with Glenn meant a great deal to you, but keeping Jace, Carl, and Judith safe was the most important thing.

Hershel tries to intervene and calmly says, “I still think we should go; we still have time.“

“For the last time, we aren’t running!” Glenn snaps, frustrated.

“We should have grabbed things and left last night; this place isn’t worth dying over.” In your mind, the only reason you had to stay was waiting on Daryl coming back, but you had no idea when he would return, and by then you might have all been slaughtered like cattle by the governor. “We survived living on the road before without any transport. This time, we have multiple cars to use.”

“Last time Hershel had two legs, we didn’t have a screaming baby.”

“What are you even talking about? Jace was with us the entire time, and we survived.”

“Yeah, but we got lucky with Jace not being able to hear loud noises.”

“What did you just say?”

Glenn stares at you with his mouth agape. You glance at Carol and Maggie, who both lower their heads. You are in a constant state of denial, refusing to accept the reality of your situation. Jace’s hearing wasn’t what it should be, but hearing Glenn say it so harshly, it feels like a physical blow to the gut, as if he'd punched you.

“Lil-”

You lick at your dry lips, then turn to face Carl and say, “From now on, you only listen to me or your dad.”

Carl looks like he wants to protest, but he nods without saying anything. You take Jace from Maggie, and in a softer tone, you say, “Right, munchkin, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Lily,” Glenn calls out, “I just meant—”

“Seriously, just leave it.”

—

Standing outside, you lean against one of the cars, watching your brother mumble to himself while wandering outside the prison gates. You had tried to get him to come back inside, but he wasn’t listening. You had left Jace inside to play with the toys Daryl had found under the watchful eyes of Beth. You were well beyond being hacked off; Rick was so damn busy chasing ghosts to even notice how much you needed him; and Daryl was gone. You knew why he was gone, but you were growing tired of feeling so alone.

Hearing voices, you look over your shoulder and see Hershel chasing after Glenn on his crutches. “You’re not going back to Woodbury, are you?”

“No. I’m just going out there.”

“I’ll go with you,” Hershel offers.

“I got it.”

“By yourself? How can you possibly think that’s a good idea?”

“I can’t just sit on my hands,” he resorts defensively. “I’ve got to do something to keep Maggie and everyone else here safe. I’ve already failed once.”

“Glenn, nobody blames you for what happened to you and Lily. There was no way you could have known what would happen; there was no way to prevent it.”

“With Daryl gone and Rick wandering crazy towns, I’m the next in charge.”

“Like hell you are,” you frown, making your presence known. “You want to keep Maggie safe, then be here to do it. I get that you’re mad and frustrated because I’m the exact same, but we can’t be making rash decisions.”

Glenn brushes by you and opens the car door without saying a word.

“We’ve already lost Shane, Lori, T-dog... I don’t want you to be the next person we lose.”

Without even glancing back at you and Hershel, he drives off.

—

You and Rick exchange a look as Hershel tries to talk some sense into him, but you knew from the look in his eyes that he was too far gone to register the advice on grief the older man was giving him. Sighing, you go to the wired-up hole in the fence and start to untie it. You’d be damned if you were leaving him as walker bait any longer; he might not have listened to you before, but now you weren’t giving him a choice.

“Lily, stay behind the fence. It’s dangerous out here.”

“No shit-”

A bullet whizzes past your ear, narrowly missing as it skims the top of your shoulder. The sound of gunfire fills the air as you frantically scan the area for the source. Adrenaline pumping, you grab hold of Hershel and pull him with you as you drop to the ground, heart racing in your chest.

Your brother's pained voice echoes loudly, “Lily!”

You feel the heat from where the bullet grazed your skin, leaving a burning sensation. Your vision blurs momentarily as you struggle to focus amidst the chaos.

“Rick, you need to get back inside the fence!”

Using the long grass of the field in the prison yard as cover, you roll onto your stomach and peak up to see the direction of the shooter and see three different men. The governor is one of them.

Son of a bitch.

Rick was pinned down, and you could hear bullets coming from the opposite side of the courtyard, which meant they had someone right outside the prison. The governor was firing bullets into the air; the way he was wasting bullets meant he had a vast supply. You watch in horror as a van crashes through the fence, and you duck down lower to avoid being seen by hun.

The stench of decay hits your nose, and at the same time, the sound of snarling hits your ears, and you realize the drivers realized walkers into the field.

“Lily, Hershel, get the hell out of there!”

Hershel fires at the undead, trying his best to keep them at bay. Knowing you don’t have many bullets left, you grip the cold, rusted pole that’s lying on the ground and use it to stab Walker in the head. With so many undead people surrounding him, the governor and his men retreat.

“Fuck, there are too many of them!”

More walkers enter the field, attracted by all the noise, their eyes filled with hunger and malice. You can see their twisted limbs and rotting skin as they approach. Another wave of dread courses through you when you hear another vehicle course through, but thankfully it was Glenn returning and not another van full of walkers.

He pulls the truck over, and Michonne, who you didn’t even realize was in the field, jumps inside, then Glenn drives it over to where you are. Hearing a cry for help, watch as Rick backs up against the fence, trying to fight off multiple walkers at once.

“No, no, no!” You try to run to him, but Glenn and Michonne drag you back and force you into the truck. “We need to go back; we can’t leave him!”

“He’s not alone!”

When the vehicle approaches the prison yard, Maggie and Carl open the gate to let the truck through. Soon as it stops, you jump and hug Carl. “Are you okay? You hurt?”

“No, but you are.”

“I’m okay, we’re okay.” You look around and notice Axel’s body laying on the ground, he had been shot in the head. “Carl, go back instead and stay with Jace and Judith, okay?”

“I’ll go with him,” Beth says, and the two of them go back inside.

You walk as close as you can to the fence without a walker being able to reach you through the holes, and you watch as Daryl and Merle fight off walkers alongside your brother.

Glenn taps your good shoulder and says, “You should get inside so Hershel can check you over.”

“I’ll wait… Thanks for saving our asses.”

“Always,” he says, giving you a knowing look. “What the hell happened?”

“Whatever this was, it’s only the beginning.”

[angelbugxx]

vegetarian soup recipe: egg drop soup

what you need:

- veggie stock cube - 12 kcals

- frozen)fresh broccoli mix - what amount you want - 24 kcals in 100g ( i used 75 )

- one egg - 72kcals

- salt, pepper, maggi seasoning

Instructions:

1. put your vegetables in a small pot, pour approximately 1 1/2 cups of water and put to a boil

2. add the veggie cube

3. add salt, pepper and seasoning

4. beat an egg

5. gently stir the soup and pour the egg in slowly

6. after clumps of egg form, get off the heat immediately and pour into the bowl

7. garnish if you want

8. enjoy!

Total:

105 kcals

see you hotties X3

[betabites]

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Generally, painting terrain isn't interesting, just tedious. Case in point, I didn't even bother taking pictures of the wattle fencing I just painted because no one cares. It looks fine from 3 feet, and that's all that matters. So this was an attempt to making this terrain interesting: I printed out a punch of tiny posters and glued them on, and added pop colors to a few of them.

And then I kind of painted the RWBY mural from RWBY Beyond. Special thanks to @sedlex for their work in getting a reasonably straight-angle of the mural.

Extremely long list of poster sources after the cut.

Round hut:

The Cube is a Lie! by Raven Cruz (vanished off the internet)

Perfect Food Egg from Ryoko Kui's Delicious In Dungeon.

Brouha on Mustafar & Hooha on the Death Star from NRobinson77.

Obama-style Luke and Dalek are most likely the result of one of poster-creators back in the day, because I can't find any trace of them.

Concern Necron from RuoYuArt.

Do Not Feed Metroids from Shinaz (who was not the original creator either, but we're already back in '05).

Square hut:

Dalek 'To Victory': Doctor Who official art, apparently.

Soldiers of the Imperium, Kill Team, and Makari's Wanted: Dead posters are all Warhammer 40K official artwork from the Regimental Standard.

Primaris Akira from Sgt-lonely

Hey, have you tried cheese? is so popular I literally had it as a tea towel.

Enlist Today (with Darth Vader, not that you can see that) by Cliff Chiang.

Actually yeah, maybe today Satan is a Nancy comic. Mercy only knows if it's a real comic or fanart, because I can't find it.

Commissar 'Do It For Him' is AdeptusRidiculous.

'Strawberry' B1-battle droid is cnv99.

Death Star Gunner pin-up is Adam Warren.

Asami eyeing Korra's rack is IAHFY (who is amazing).

Annoyingly placed 'Game Over' Cinder Fall is MrOrbs.

'I apologize for nothing' Hedonism-Bot was from etsy Woodcut Emporium (now gone).

France-Destroyer 9000 is from Borghest.

Quark's Root Beer is from Maggie Muldoon (it's insidious!).

Cantina:

The tiny dwarf is from the Dwarf Fortress community.

'We Do Bones Motherfucker' is from lunglessart.

Korra Vs Tahno is from Janet Sung.

Korra 'Change' and Sororitas 'Hate' are likely more poster-creator products.

The Mechanicus poster underneath the Korra poster and 'Join the Astrum Militarum Today!' are from WarCom's Regimental Standard.

Mordred's 'Welcome Back... Assface!' is from Tamamita.

Kuat Drive Yards is official art from Star Wars Insider 86.

No Shields, All Guts from gattadonna.

'We are short-staffed... this place is not a place of honor' was a photo from (presumably) a store window.

[judging-films-of-all-kinds]

Transformers 2007

It’s been many years since I seen this movie. Last time I watched it was like eight years old. So I am going to watch this.

Not even a minute in and the intro is great. We get to hear Optimus voice while looking over something and learn it’s the ‘cube’. 

The title card is yummy

“But we were too late.” OHHHH

“I am never going to your mama’s house. I promise!” Haha they are besties

“I can’t wait to hold my baby girl for the first time.” He has a kid?! We been sleeping on this fact?!

“You sure she didn’t fart?” I laughed and now I’m more nervous

HEEHEHE That transformation is soooo good. And shockwaves from the blast are good too!

MINICON 

SAM!!!

“People. Reasonability.” Lol sounds like something my middle school art teacher would say

LORE 

Lol Seaman. Look, I was in highschool five years ago. We would 100% giggle at these jokes. Its even funner that Sam just movies on. Either he didn’t catch on or he did and rolling with it

“Cars pick their riders!” 

Nice going Bee. 

“I’m so underdress.” Yes you are

“So far we know, no survivors.” Well that hurts my heart lol

Oh man that sound made my skin crawl!

That goldfish tank hurts my damn soul 

“It’s family grass.” Omg that family warms my soul lol. You will argue about the dumbest things

“That’s his bling!” Yeah Sam! Let him have his bling. His a handsome little man

“Wow. You are so cheap.” “It’s his first car. It’s meant to be like that.” Yes but no lol

OUR BOY IS ALIVE! And so is the little kid!

Bumblebee is the best wingman ever

Lol poor dude. Sorry man but sometimes you gotta take one for the team

Sam being a goober

“Do we have any classes together?” Girl don’t hurt his feelings like that

Oh Sam you are so awkward. I love you lol

Okay the soundtrack is so good for this scene. It makes sense that the little guy is shaking as he downloads all of that

LOL how did he not get spotted? 

“This is my last words.” Okay yeah I would do that too

“Mojo, I love you.” I would also do that 

How are you guys not hearing that sound? DON’T LEAD THE DANGER TO THE PEOPLE?!

“LEFT CHEEK!! LEFT CHEEK!! LEFT CHEEK!!!” Fair response

Maggie is the best and I love her. I don’t think we seen her in the other movies

“Get off my grandma’s carpet! She doesn’t like anyone on it! Especially the police!” 

“Satan’s Comoro!” Said while holding a tiny little dog

THAT’S NOT A COP

Sam still able to run after being thrown into a car is impressive

The DETAILS that is put in the cybertrons is impressive. This CGI is from 2007 and it’s still so good!

“50 years from now when you look back on your life don’t you want to say that you had the guts to get in the car?”

“I’m not going to sit in the seat! He's driving!” Yeah that is fair

That was a smooth line lol Well done Sam

Wow, you boys just had to crash land in the middle of a city?

“Are you the tooth fairy?” Kids say the darndest of things

Optimus Prime! Oh the soundtrack is siiick. It’s almost holy… 

Ironhide!! “Feeling lucky, Punk?” I’m using that from now on

Wow, Ratchet! Just tell the whole world why don’t you. Poor Sam. This is not your week, is it?

“It was an accident that would intertwined our fates.” Sadly true

“How do you know about the glasses?” “Ebay.” Lol that made me laugh harder than I should have

Glen Whiteman is a real one for giving Maggie tips about what to do with FBI. Is silly but a sweet guy

I take it back lol 

Lol Sam’s parents are my parents I swear lol 

“My bad.” Coming from Optimus Prime is delightful to me lol

Irionhide saying “Bad Mojo” is just as good

HAHA SAM XD Casually opens the door. “Wats sup?” 

OMG THE MOM IS THE BEST

The Bots trying to hide, especially how Optimus does it is gold

“Your mom is so nice.” I want to see more of these ladies hanging out together

His here!

Lol that mom is awesome! I would kick butt for my hard work too

OMG THE DOG IS ON THE- HAHAH XD His only six pounds! Pretty sure you can put him in a box and do just fine lol

I love Sam. His not going to rat out the bots. Loyal to the end. 

Sir you shouldn’t test this young lady. We DO petty and she’s in highschool, she can and will ruin you.

DON’T BRING HER DADDY INTO THIS YA PRICK

Optimus Prime to the rescue! 

“Taking the children was a bad movie.” Optimus the 1# Dad!!

HAHA BUMBLEBEE IS THE BEST

Optimus is so gentle with them. Even his words are gentle

Oh no! Bumblebee! We can’t understand him but I love they added his cries of distress

Sam trying to help Bee will always put tears in my eyes. You know in that very moment their bond grew

MORE LORE

The Air Force soundtrack is sooo good

“Who’s this?” “His my adviser.” “…He comes too.” Haha he knows that wasn’t 100% true but rolls with it

“They are primitive and violent race” Said while Bumblebee is shocked over and over again

“Where we so different? They are a young species. They have much to learn. But I have seen good in them.” And it pans on Sam. Totally doesn’t have meaning 

MEGATRON!! And you can hear the faint sound of chanting. Creepy

Sassy Sam is my cup of tea

The Allspark is huge

STARSCREAM MY MAN

That’s a baby! Be nice to the murder baby! Bee and Sam’s bond is still strong!

Oh that’s how its small! Okay cool!

MEGATRON IS AWAKE AND HIS TAKING NAMES

Megs and Screamers voice is so good

Here comes the cons~ Time to kick butt!

That mom and son need therapy after this

Awww Bumblebee. AW SAM!! HIS CRYING

And the fight keeps going

All these people need therapy

GO RATCHET! KICK SOME CON BUTT

Aw Jazz. Kept fighting till the end

“Listen! You are a soldier now!” And that is the sad part about this whole movie. The second Sam met Bee, he became a soldier for a war that is older than his own species. They all are. 

Irionhide telling Sam he and Ratchet will protect him is sweet. He didn’t have to say it to Sam. He could have said “We will protect him.” Or something like that. But he didn’t. 

“I SMELL YOU, BOY!!” Yep not scary at all

“I drive, you shoot!” Hehe yes. I am using that as well

Awwww Bee peaking through his mask

Hang on Sam! Dad Prime is coming! “Oh so unwise.” So creepy and gentle lol

Optimus telling Sam to kill him is… damn. Sam is a kid being told he has to kill his friend to save the world

That’s one way to die, huh Megs? Optimus gentle holding Jazz’s body is not something I was expecting. Holding his dead friend…

HIS HOLDING HIS BABY AT LAST

PFFFFF THE MOM!! SO MEAN

Anyway this movie was pretty good. Got me laughing and feeling this. A good balance for a movie that came out when I was little 

Rating 10/10

[spencelle-secret]

FBI MAIN SIX AND THEIR SPOTIFY TOP 5

mostly just my own personal headcanons and estimation of what they might listen to if they were real

ISOBEL:

TOM PETTY

VAN MORRISON

THE SMITHS

FIONA APPLE

THE BREEDERS

JUBAL:

NICKELBACK

THREE DOG NIGHT

SHINEDOWN

DAUGHTRY

CREED

MAGGIE:

ELLIOTT SMITH

FLEETWOOD MAC

JOAN JETT

BLUR

THE STEELDRIVERS

OA:

21 SAVAGE

2PAC

LL COOL J

ICE CUBE

ICE-T

TIFFANY:

LAURYN HILL

MEGAN THEE STALLION

SALT-N-PEPA

MISSY ELLIOT

DESTINY’S CHILD

SCOLA:

BLINK-182

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS

GOOD CHARLOTTE

THE OFFSPRING

YELLOWCARD

[animalcrossingshowdown]

WE HAVE THE WINNERS OF THE COMEBACK ROUND!

Congrats Sherb (34 votes), Audie (28 votes) and Ketchup (27 votes)! Hopefully your second chance treats you better than your first chance did.

As for Flora's tie, 56.9% of you voted not to bring her back for round 4. Sorry Flora.

We're now down to a small enough number of villagers that we can get the graphic going. Sherb, Audie and Ketchup are marked with a star to indicate that they were the comeback winners. Round 4 starts April 18th.

Runners up:

Ruby 20

Gayle 19

Raymond 19

Tia 19

Marshal 18

Wolfgang 16

Bluebear 13

Lily 13

Tex 13

Carmen (rabbit) 12

Peewee 11

The rest of the pack:

10 votes:

Eunice

Raddle

9 votes:

Drago

Flora

Hamphrey

Kid Cat

Mitzi

Static

Teddy

Zell

8 votes:

Bam

Scoot

7 votes:

Biskit

Drift

Kabuki

Melba

Stella

6 votes:

Erik

Gala

Gaston

Katt

Meow

Peanut

Skye

Tabby

Tom

5 votes:

Amelia

Apple

Big Top

Cece

Deirdre

Dobie

Goose

Groucho

Hippeux

Lobo

Walt

Woolio

4 votes:

Alfonso

Aurora

Beardo

Benjamin

Bill

Boots

Chief

Cube

Eugene

Freckles

Joey

Julia

Merry

Moose

Pate

Purrl

Sprocket

Tad

3 votes:

Agent S

Bella

Biff

Chadder

Chai

Charlise

Claudia

Coach

Curt

Del

Dotty

Egbert

Étoile

Filbert

Hans

Henry

Lucy

Maggie

Moe

Monique

Nan

O'Hare

Olaf

Paolo

Phoebe

Rodney

Rolf

Rudy

Savannah

Shep

Stu

Tammy

Tiansheng

Walker

Wart Jr.

Willow

2 votes:

Alice

Anabelle

Analog

Anicotti

Antonio

Bea

Bonbon

Bruce

Buck

Celia

Cheri

Chrissy

Cleo

Derwin

Diva

Felicity

Flip

Francine

Genji

Hopkins

Kidd

Margie

Pekoe

Pinky

Puck

Rasher

Ribbot

Rowan

Snake

Sterling

Stinky

Tutu

Viché

1 vote:

Admiral

Angus

Annalise

Avery

Axel

Baabara

Bettina

Billy

Bitty

Bow

Bud

Buzz

Camofrog

Canberra

Carrie

Chelsea

Chester

Claude

Cyrano

Cole

Cookie

Deena

Deli

Dizzy

Dora

Ed

Elmer

Elvis

Faith

Flo

Flurry

Frank

Frett

Friga

Fruity

Gabi

Gigi

Gladys

Gonzo

Gruff

Harry

Iggly

Jacques

Judy

Kody

Lionel

Lulu (anteater)

Lyman

Maelle

Marcel

Megan

Midge

Mira

Nana

Naomi

Nibbles

Nosegay

Octavian

Olive

Opal

Peaches

Pecan

Penelope

Phil

Pierre

Quillson

Renée

Rooney

Roscoe

Roswell

Rio

Rocket

Rod

Shari

Spork/Crackle

Tank

Tasha

Twiggy

Tybalt

Ursala

Wade

Weber

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

The summer of 1942 - Tom Riddle x Reader - P10

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He was being tortured.

She was laughing.

He was being tortured and she was laughing.

“Having fun sugar cube?” (y/n) giggled from a few feet away as Tom was bombarded by two dogs on his face, another one behind him with their nose in his hair, two more at his feet, and another between his legs, all begging for attention.

“A blast,“ Tom hissed sarcastically-only half regretting going into the big yard. Justin and Maggie were laughing at him too-sitting down on some of the play blocks with their own sets of dogs around them. “gah!” Tom froze as the dog to his left-Rusty-licked up the side of his face, and he felt the side of his hair stuck up from both sweat and slobber. “oh-my-god.”

(y/n) burst into laughter and Justin fell off his seat, Maggie slapping her hand over her mouth as Moose jumped up at Tom and slobbered all over Tom’s chin. “eugh-“ Tom grunted, gently pushing Moose off him and stepping away while he could-huffing as Monty continued to walk between his legs-refusing to leave. “Monty-go away.”

“He’s deaf Tom, remember?” (y/n) giggled, leaning over as Moose trotted over to her. “hi Moose caboose the goose~”

Moose wiggled happily at his ‘full’ name and Tom snorted, looking down at Monty who just barked at him. “uh-huh, can I move?” Monty just stared and Tom sighed, moving back as Ariel leaped at him again. “Stoooop,”

“Tom, go sit down-I wanna see what happens,” Justin said, pointing to a set of blocks a few feet away from Tom. Tom glared, knowing exactly what Justin wanted to happen-his hair still sticking up. “Pretty please? With sugar on top?” Justin asked, giving Tom his best puppy dog eyes and Tom just scrunched his nose.

“The physical appearance of the please nor does the added sugar make a difference,” (y/n) snorted and Tom rose his brow at her, she just grinned and he know she was mentally making fun of the ‘serious’ way he talked.

“Nerd.” she said and Tom rolled his eyes. “Yes yes, you’ve said this before, I’m not sitting down and getting trampled,” Tom grumbled, crossing his arms. (y/n) pressed her lips together as she looked behind Tom and when he went to look he felt a set of paws on his back and he yelped as he was sent forward, barely catching himself before he was surrounded by dogs.

There was laughing but also three sets of hands pushing dogs away and (y/n) helped him up, giggling as she held Tom’s arm while he used his shirt to wipe his face-smearing the once clean blue t-shirt with slobber and fur.

“I'm going to take a shower and go hang out with something civilized. Good day,” Tom muttered and (y/n) snorted and giggled. “Yeah, have fun with Viper Tom,” Tom scrunched his nose again but made his way out of the yard-but he did stop to give Blazer a scratch. He liked Blazer.

-

“Nicely done sugar cube! You’re getting the hang of it!” Tom huffed from his place on Soup, the horse trotting around the barn field happily while Tom got used to riding him. He didn’t see why he needed to learn but (y/n) was quite pushy on Tom knowing how to ride.

Just in case, she had said and Tom couldn’t argue with that, besides it…was kinda fun. “Okay, when he starts to canter-“ Tom scrunched his face in confusion at the word and (y/n) laughed a bit. “-run, plant the balls of your feet into the stirrups and stand a bit, it should be much smoother than a trot but you have to keep your balance.”

Tom nodded, twisting his hand around the reins and clicking his tongue a few times like (y/n) had told him to, kicking Soup’s side lightly until Soup sped up into a canter and Tom got up onto his feet, laughing slightly as Soup ran in circles around the field; (y/n) laughing with him.

“There you go! You’re a natural sugar cube!”

Tom held back a grin, feeling the wind in his air and the rock of soup below him-who was running so smoothly it didn’t feel like he was even running. “Does he go faster?” Tom asked as he looped around to (y/n) and slowed Soup down till he stopped and (y/n) nodded, patting Soup’s neck from her spot on the fence.

“Yeah, real fast, he used to race actually, retired about ten years ago.” (y/n) said with a proud look in her eyes, and Tom swore Soup puffed up with pride, his head rising as if he was posing.

(y/n) laughed at Soup and patted his neck again, a glint in her eye as she looked up at Tom. “Wanna see him run?” Tom paused, and then nodded, climbing off Soup as (y/n) gestured for him to move and opened the field gate so Soup had more room in the open field.

Soup almost seemed to be strutting, his head rearing back as if he was in a starting gate. “oh he’s ready,” (y/n) snorted, getting settled in the saddle and rolling her shoulders. “maybe one-day sugar cube, you’ll be able to ride him when he’s like this,” Tom snorted and leaned his elbows on the fence, propping one foot on the bottom beam.

“uhuh-just run him already,” Tom muttered and (y/n) grinned, kicking her heels into Soup’s side and snapping the reigns-and Soup whinnied and arched back a bit before he took off and Tom’s jaw dropped. Soup was fast, very fast-kicking up dust and dirt during his take off and running so smoothly it didn’t look like his body moved at all, only his head.

(y/n) was laughing and hollering from atop Soup, leaned forward as Soup raced across the field, the other horses in the pasture running alongside him as he passed them. Big Blue watched from within the pasture, bobbing his head as if he was a proud father figure.

“How many races did he win?” Tom asked as (y/n) slowed Soup to a stop, walking him back into the barn field. “in his three years of racing? He won about thirteen of his 20 races per year, thirteen is his average but one year he won nearly every race-and if he didn’t, he was in the top five.” (y/n) said with a proud pat to Soup’s neck as she climbed down, giving the huffing horse a few treats from her pocket. “he’s a good one, and still has a lot left in him-he’s only 14 if you can believe that.”

Tom scoffed, because Soup did not look 14, but 14 for a horse wasn’t all that old, and Soup was in great condition. “why did he retire so early?” Tom asked, running his hand up Soup’s snout as Soup pushed at his hand with his nose.

“Because his owners didn’t want to push him and cause a life-threatening injury, so at four years old they retired him and he ended up here a bit after that. But he’s a happy horse and can still run like the devil.” (y/n) explained, patting Soup’s butt as she walked around him to join Tom by the fence while Soup enjoyed a good scratch on his neck from Tom.

“he had good owners then?” Tom asked and (y/n) nodded, crossing her arms as Tom held out his palm while Soup ‘ate’ his hand. “yeah, we’ve rescued other race horses before that were raced till they dropped and their hearts nearly gave out-and then were just abandoned or about to be killed if someone didn’t step in.” Tom’s chest ached a bit at (y/n)’s description, happy that didn’t happen to Soup.

“that’s horrible,” Tom muttered and (y/n) nodded. “yeah, but it’s why we do what we do, to save any animal no matter what has happened to them, every living thing deserves a chance-no matter what someone else thinks, there are plenty of people who think what my parents and I do is stupid and a waste of time.” (y/n) muttered, looking down at her boots and Tom attempted to catch her gaze. “But seeing a dog happy and healthy again? Or a horse running free on the pasture? Or even a snake comfortable and well-fed? It’s all worth it and I’m happy doing it all,”

(y/n) smiled at Tom and he smiled back, “Amen to that,” he mumbled, and (y/n) laughed, shaking her head fondly. And to think, nearly two months ago, Tom wouldn’t have even blinked at an injured animal, he would’ve just stepped aside.

He wondered how different this summer would’ve been if he hadn’t spent it at the Prothero house/shelter.

-

A few days later, Tom was heading back from town(yes, getting more beignets, but Mrs. Prothero had needed something from the market and Tom had been available) when he heard an odd squealing noise to the right of the road. Tom tilted his head, stepping towards the side of the road towards the surrounding forest, setting down the bag he had been holding as that noise continued.

The noise continued a good 20 feet into the forest and he eventually stumbled upon a hollow tree that had something laying inside the trunk, Tom frowned as he got closer-seeing a very rounded dog that was just utterly filthy and looked ready to give up.

“Hey,” Tom said softly, shushing the dog as it stopped making those terrible noises and whipped its head up to look at Tom, growling upon seeing him. “Hey hey, I’m not going to hurt you-it’s okay, it’s okay,” Tom whispered, moving a bit closer and taking the lead he started carrying around since Tilly’s rescue out of his pocket-getting a closer look at the dog.

It looked like Navi, but it had an enlarged belly and nipples. “Pregnant, a girl then,” Tom muttered to himself, his nerves going insane-he wanted to go get (y/n) to help with this but he also didn’t want the dog to run, but she had also been letting out some heartbreaking cries.

Tom had to get her to the shelter.

He tried to get closer but the dog just growled again-her eyes glassy and terrified and Tom backed up until she stopped being so tense. Tom took a tense breath and licked his lips, wiping his shaking hands on his pants and standing. “I’ll be right back, please don’t move,” Tom said and the dog just seemed to try to burrow further into the hollow trunk.

Tom practically ran back to the bag he left on the road and grabbed it, carrying it into the forest and to the hollow tree, setting it on the floor and grabbing the bag of still-warm beignets, smiling as he saw the pregnant dog perk up at the sound of a bag and the smell of treats.

“C’mere, it's okay,” Tom whispered, taking one out and ripping some of the beignet off and blowing on it before tossing it into the hollow trunk, after a few moments of hesitation the dog ate it.

Tom wished he had something more than a bag of beignets, but he had no other food-and no choice. He kept trying to lure the dog out of the hollow trunk, but she wouldn’t move-growling when he got close.

“fuck,” Tom muttered, licking his lips nervously, he backed away for a bit and looked in the bag-wondering what he could use to gain the dogs trust. He heard a rustle and looked up-eyes widening as he saw the dog moving to run away. “no-nonono!”

Tom, in a feat that must’ve been pushed by accidental magic, leaped forward as the dog bolted away and looped his lead around her neck, scrapping his arm and knee as he whiplashed her to a stop. “Sorry, sorry-I’m sorry, shit-stop doing that-“ Tom hissed in a panic as the dog whipped around and cried out-trying to get away. “it’s okay, it’s okay-calm down-I’m not going to hurt you-hey hey,”

Tom breathed heavily as the dog came to a stop-staring at Tom, terrified. Tom could see himself in her eyes and he took another deep breath, licking his lips again as he got out another beignet, holding it out to the dog. She growled a bit but Tom did not relent, carefully moving forward until the dog hesitantly took the treat and Tom backed up when she did.

It was a whole hour before the dog let Tom touch her, and that’s when she realized Tom wasn’t going to hurt her and she slowly melted into his hand-still so scared but relaxing for the first time in a while. “There you go, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Tom whispered, moving from a kneel to crossing his legs under him, smiling as he gently pulled the dog towards him.

It took another hour for Tom to feel comfortable enough to stand and attempt to pull the dog along with him back down the road to the shelter, and Tom couldn’t help the relief he felt when she followed him, though she did gravitate away and towards him as they walked.

Tom headed directly into the shelter when he arrived-leaving the bag from town aside as he did a more thorough check on the dog. She was clearly pregnant, thankfully uninjured, dirty as all hell, and exhausted.

She was practically falling asleep standing up, leaning into Tom’s hand as he continued to pet her cheek. “Tom? You’ve been gone for nearly four hours where have you-oh my god,” (y/n) said as she walked into the shelter, her furrowed brows rising when she saw the dog. “Oh my god, where did you find her? What happened?”

“In the forest on the way back, heard her crying-sounded like a dying animal-sat there for two hours just trying to get her to trust me.” Tom muttered, speaking quickly as (y/n) made her way over to him, the dog a bit unnerved but letting (y/n) touch her.

“Oh you poor mama, can I see your teeth?” (y/n) whispered, reaching out slowly and scratching the dog's nose before pulling up her lip and looking at her teeth. “oh she’s young, maybe only two.”

Tom hummed, still holding the leash-smiling as the dog turned to Tom and buried her face in his stomach-just wanting to be comforted while being wrought with anxiety. “Hi, you’re safe now,” Tom whispered, rubbing her head slowly.

Eventually, after removing some ticks and giving her some water, Tom and (y/n) got the dog-which Tom named Aris- into the bath and gave her a well-deserved papering, Aris’ face practically smooshed into Tom’s side and arm as he removed so many weeks’ worth of dirt and grime from her fur-which was a beautiful brown brindle.

(y/n) and Tom gently picked Aris up and took her out of the tub, towel drying her and getting her set up temporarily in a spacious kennel, Tom sitting in the corner with Aris as (y/n) called the vet over to the shelter to get a better look at Aris.

“Do you think she’s ready to give birth?” Tom asked as he gently ran his hand up and down Aris’ side, who was slowly starting to fall asleep after getting some proper food in her belly and a nice blanket to cushion her.

“No, her body’s too hot still, a dogs temperature will drop when they go into labor,” (y/n) explained, cleaning Aris’ ears and checking her paws while they waited for the vet. “but she is in her last few weeks, maybe, who knows-maybe she’ll give birth this week. We’ll have to see what Doctor Lorrie says,” Tom hummed and nodded, pulling his legs up to give Aris a proper pillow as she huffed into his side, her body fully relaxing and letting herself go into a dead sleep after being hyper-vigilant for so many months(maybe years).

When Lorrie arrived, Aris was shaking in Tom’s arms as Lorrie examined her, nodding slowly as she put the stethoscope to the round belly of Aris. “Well, I can hear several heart beats, I don’t know how many there are, but all in all, she seems healthy enough-i'll test for any diseases and other illnesses, but she should be good to go.” Lorrie said and Tom sighed in relief, rubbing his palm against Aris’ ear.

Lorrie took some blood and reminded (y/n) and informed Tom of what to do if Aris’ went into labor and she was unable to be there in time or called. Tom listened intently as if he was in DADA or potions class, jotting everything down in his mental parchment.

“I don’t want to leave her in the shelter, you said she might give birth within the week right?” Tom asked Lorrie as she packed up her tools and the vet nodded, pinning her hair back behind her ears. “yes, she’s ready to drop-she might even do it tonight. Just in case I would house her in the house, in one of your rooms or downstairs where you can help if she needs.” (y/n) nodded and walked Dr. Lorrie out, later helping Tom get Aris’ set up in his room, the bathroom ready to go just in case she wanted to give birth In there-blankets and towels decorating the bathtub.

That night, Tom perked up at every shuffle and sound Aris made, but she would only readjust and go back to sleep, snoring and twitching as Tom watched like a hawk. But he would be awoken two days later to the sound of wining and excessive licking and Tom bolting up as if he was late to class, nearly tumbling off his bed as he saw Aris in the dim light, curled over her bottom half.

Tom leaped off his bed and opened his bedroom door-grabbing a book from the dresser and throwing it across the hall, not even bothering to check if (y/n)’s parents got up from the noise so he could get back to Aris.

(y/n) walked through the bathroom connection only moments later and the two sat by Aris’ side as she gave birth, her natural instincts kicking in as she pushed the first puppy out.

 She licked the membrane sack around the puppy off and the puppy gave a gasping cry as it breathed for the first time and (y/n) gently pinked the puppy up, checking its gender before setting it down by Ari’s belly so she could clean it. “Girl, first puppy is a girl,”

Tom nodded, rubbing his thumb on the side of Aris’ head as she pushed into his palm. It was another few minutes before the next puppy arrived, but Aris’ repeated her previous actions, licked the puppy free of the membrane, and (y/n) checked it before setting it by Aris’ belly. “Boy,”

Sometime later-maybe an hour, the next puppy came out. “Girl,” over the next two hours, the last of the puppies were born; another girl and one last boy, the boy being the runt of the litter. It was around 5:04 am when it was all over and Aris’ curled up by Tom’s side as her puppies ate and followed her head, falling asleep happy and healthy.

“Good job Tom,” (y/n) whispered, the two teens exhausted but happy as Aris who comfortably fell asleep on Tom’s leg. He hummed and closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall and sighing. Mr. and Mrs. Prothero came upstairs about a half hour later, asking about the loud noise they heard around midnight, and (y/n) just pointed at the puppies and then the book still lying by her door.

They immediately understood and didn’t ask any further questions.

The puppies were tagged and named, the runt resting in the crook of Tom’s arm as Aris’ ate her breakfast, the other puppies crying and eating their breakfast. “There you go,” Tom muttered as he put the runt by one of Aris’ free nipples, letting him have his breakfast. “eat up little one,”

(y/n) grinned sleepily from her spot on Tom’s bed, her leg crossed under the other. “He’s so small,” Tom muttered as he joined her, leaning back on his hands. “He’s the runt, there's always one of the litter that’s smaller than the rest, let’s hope he’s strong though-sometimes they don’t pull through due to not getting enough nutrients during development.” (y/n) said quietly and Tom frowned, staring at the little runt eating away.

“I won’t let that happen,” Tom said and (y/n) grinned, patting his back. “I know you won’t, he and mama were lucky to be found by you Tom,” (y/n) said with no lack of pride and Tom flushed, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean it, sugar cube…I’m really glad you’ve spent the summer here, it’s been fun,” (y/n) ended softly and Tom cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the puppies.

“yeah…me too.” Tom whispered, lightly knocking his knee into (y/n)’s.

-end of part 10-

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