#pregnant for a while (21 days in fact.)

[nomairuins]

also me and my sims have bonded deeply theyve got a whole backstory that i cant rly represent well in the sims but its rly cute TO ME

[nolita-fairytale]

give you my wild, give you a child | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x pregnant fem!reader oneshot

summary: your second trimester while pregnant with baby bear is way sexier than you expected.

warnings: smut, breeding kink, language, 18+ only, barely proofread.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: hi it's me with the second trimester sexapalooza smut i promised @starbritestarlite and @carmensberzattos. and with this new season, let me know if you want to be added to my carmy taglist!! i wrote this as a companion piece to the 'make my heart heart surrender' universe, specifically for the 'carmy as your baby daddy' headcanon/social media au series. anyways, i've been thoroughly enjoying season 2 and am sitting into the fact that i've created my own universe inside of their universe. god we love fanfic. anyways... this is nsfw so 18+ only.

Today 2:21 pm

Carmy “my baby daddy” Berzatto: On the way home for lunch. 

You: Hurry, baby. 

Carmy “my baby daddy” Berzatto: You good, sweet girl?

Your reply is almost instant, and Carmy wonders what could possibly come next as he sees the three dots appear below your message, indicating that you’re still typing. 

It’s a link, his eyes widening as soon as it appears in his iMessage history with you. 

You: Hottest Sex Positions For Pregnant Women | Cosmopolitan 

Before he can notice that it feels ten degrees hotter in the room, that his face has turned cherry red, that his pants are beginning to feel unbearably tighter, he’s interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. 

“You good, chef?” Marcus asks, as he passes by, noticing the red tones that have risen to Carmy’s cheeks. 

“Wh-, oh yeah!” Carmy answers, almost too quickly, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing. 

Marcus shoots him a strange look, examining his boss’ face. 

“Just uh… gotta go home for lunch.”

*

3:03 pm

“What took you so long?” you practically growl as soon as Carmy gets through the door. 

He hasn’t even had a chance to close it properly before you’re on him like a moth to a flame. Dressed in the cutest pair of white shortalls, you’ve been working from home all day – or rather, mindlessly clicking through your e-mail while waiting for Carmy to come home all day, your mind preoccupied with the fact that Carmy hasn’t been home to give you exactly what you want. 

What you need, may be the better description. 

It’s as if the spirit of Eros himself has taken you over, unable to focus properly as your rapidly changing body needs is practically screaming out for one thing and one thing only: 

To be properly and thoroughly fucked by the man that got you here in the first place. 

“I-,” he begins, attempting to explain that he was running a little behind and got caught up giving feedback to one of his new line cooks before your mouth is on his in an all-consuming kiss. 

Now that he’s here, you regret even asking him, careless for the why when it feels this good to have him pressed up against your body. Your lips are desperate, hungry, intense, as you tangle yourself into him. It’s as if you can finally relax, like you can finally take a breath, now that your husband is finally here. 

He lets out a little groan of surprise against your mouth, as if you’ve charged towards him like the sexual equivalent of a tasmanian devil. 

And in his defense, you have.

“Baby,” he whispers against your lips. “Should we-, can we even-, shouldn’t you be working?”

He’s not wrong. 

You should be working. 

But the unbelievable and insatiable need for sex – for sex with Carmy – is the only thing driving you these days, holding you hostage to its unbelievable and all-encompassing power. You’re like a woman possessed as you reluctantly pull away from him to put his mind at ease. Your lust-filled eyes look him over, his curls already wild from a long day at the restaurant, as you shake your head ‘no.’

“I finished all my work for the day and signed off early. Perks of being a start-up sellout,” your well-kissed lips inform him. 

Carmy’s head spins in response to your answer.

Maybe it’s the prospect of the sex. 

Maybe it’s the way it’s the way your mouth feels against him as you kiss down his jawline and his neck.

“Okay, but I gotta be back at the restaurant at 4:15,” he smiles in agreement, more than happy to oblige.

“That’s plenty of time,” you coo, nibbling on his earlobe.

This time it’s Carmy who initiates, using both of his hands to cradle your face before his mouth is over yours again. The kiss starts slowly this time as he inhales deeply, taking you in. You shift closer, pressing your slightly-rounder-these-days belly against his body once more. He moans, his hands immediately traveling down your body, to your hips as he breathes you in again, wanting nothing more than to stay like this with you forever. His touch ignites something in you and you allow yourself to surrender, lost in the feel of his hands against you. His hands are everywhere – your hips, traveling up your belly, dancing across your fuller-than-normal breasts – and finally the drawn-out unrest of your mind can finally find peace.

He’s starting to get used to this. 

And he’ll admit that he really, really likes it. 

Carmy changes positions with you so that he can press you up against the front door as you continue your passionate makeout. 

Your first trimester had been hell – mornings spent on the bathroom floor together while you hurled the contents of your stomach into the toilet, days where you barely had the energy to get out of bed, nights where you were too hot to sleep that all you could do was lay on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, frustrated tears pouring out of the corners of your eyes – your body undergoing the hardest reset of your life. 

So when the fog and tumultuousness of your first trimester subsided, it was a more than welcomed change – and in so many ways. You’ve traded mornings of flat ginger ale, saltines, and sympathetic back rubs, with mornings spent tugging on Carmy’s perfect curls while you cried out his name.

“You smell like sandwiches,” you giggle in between kisses. 

“Ah shit. I should shower,” he sighs, reluctantly. 

He knows your sense of smell has been heightened lately, and he can’t imagine that smelling like a spicy Italian sandwich would be much of a turn on for you. He begins to pull away, but there’s now way in hell you’re letting him go as you grab his hands in yours. 

"No, Carmy, I can't wait,” you whine, the sound of your voice the most needy, beautiful thing Carmy’s ever heard in his life. 

“You could join me,” he offers with a raise of an eyebrow, presenting a solution you can absolutely get behind. 

“Uh huh. Yes please,” you nod eagerly, a girlishness to the way you answer him. 

Please.

Your usage of the word’s got him harder than a rock and he loves this side of you. Your sex life had been great before the pregnancy, but there’s something different about it now. Something about how needy you’ve been – the only thing that can possibly quell the fire inside of you being him – has him unraveling at the seams. 

How could he possibly say no when he’s more than eager to give you exactly (and then some, if it’s up to him) what you want? 

Your fingers are still tangled in his, licking your lips as you add, “My baby daddy thinks of everything.”

Carmy shakes his head, tugging at your hands as he leads you towards the bathroom, mentioning that he still can’t get over the fact that you’ve chosen to call him that in front of everyone you’ve ever known. You remind him that it’s cute, and though he’s not sure he gets it, he lets you do it anyway because it makes you happy.

As you both reach the bathroom, you patiently wait as Carmy turns on the shower, running a hand through the stream of water to check the temperature. One minute he’s focused on the cool water coming down from the showerhead, and then next he’s caging you in between his body and the bathroom sink. 

“You miss me this much, pretty girl?” he murmurs dreamily, his hand trailing up your inner thigh. 

You nod, taking note of how perfectly his top lip fits in between yours. 

“Yes, baby. Thanks for coming home for lunch,” you manage to get out, in between desperate kisses. 

“No need to thank me,” he smirks, a newly-found confidence in his voice. 

His hands are tugging at the hem of your shorts, as if he could slide the overalls down your body this way, a small pang of frustration welling deep in his stomach as he realizes that’s not going to happen. He kisses you with a fervor that makes you dizzy, as Carmy fumbles with the straps of your overalls. Trying his best to unclasp one side, he tosses the strap over your back, a clang sounding out within the four walls of the small room as the metal of the claps hits the porcelain of the sink. 

Carmy lets out a groan as he tugs at the second strap, causing you to giggle. 

“These stupid things,” he huffs, a look of embarrassment running through his brilliant blues. 

“Here, baby,” you say, slipping one of your arms out of the tangled strap. 

He groans as soon as his eyes meet yours again, more than happy to help you out of these damn things.

He pulls the overalls down with a rigor that stops right as the overalls drop to your waist, revealing your white tank top – one that you’re not wearing a bra underneath. 

“Sweetheart,” he groans, his hands ghosting over where your nipples stand erect against the fullness of your breasts. 

“You been like this all day?” he mutters against your skin, leaning down to drag his mouth over your still-clothed breasts. 

“Mmmmhm. Needed you,” you moan, your eyes closing as you lose yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you. 

He’s so incredibly hard right now it’s not even funny. 

“Yeah?”

By the time you open your eyes again, Carmy’s on his knees, so gentle, so tender with the way he slides the rest of the piece of clothing over the bump that’s been growing inside of your belly.

“Yeah,” you confirm. 

You shimmy out of your overalls as Carmy jumps back to his feet, removing your tank so that the only thing you have left is the pair of panties you’re still wearing. Before he can kiss you again, you’re tugging off his shirt, a sacrifice, an offering to the bathroom floor. 

“Should be warm enough, yeah?” you ask, gesturing towards the shower. 

“Yeah,” he agrees with a nod, removing his shorts. 

You feel all the blood in your body rush south as you see how hard he is already, swallowing hard. Carmy helps you into the shower, like the gentlemen he is, and you hope that’s where the gentleness ends. 

Before you can say anything else, he’s pulling you towards him, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as the warm water begins to wash over the both of you. 

“I’m so sorry, pretty girl,” he hums as his nimble fingers slip between your legs. He groans as soon as he feels how goddamn wet you are. 

“Fuck, honey.”

“See? I told you I needed you, Carm,” you pant, letting out a high keening moan as he draws lazy circles around your clit. You’re already bucking your hips into his hand and he’s barely started touching you. 

"You're so sensitive. So responsive, sweet girl,” he teases you, as he drags his fingers through your folds. You are so unbelievably wet that he’s not sure how he managed to get so damn lucky. 

"I just want you to fuck me, Carm. I’ve needed it all day. I need you to make me feel good," you beg, completely lost in the way his fingers feel as he slides two into you already. 

It’s like his touch sets fireworks off in your brain, setting your nerves on fire as you cry out. 

"Yeah?” he taunts you, an almost amused tone in his voice as he sets the slowest rhythm. “Think that’s how we got here in the first place, pretty girl.”

"I know,” you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers for any kind of friction. For something more. For something faster. For something deeper. But at this rate, with how much he seems to enjoy teasing you, with how horny you are, you’ll take anything. 

“But nothing feels as good as you, Carm.”

Your words go straight to his dick and he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to leave you alone ever again – might as well quit his day job in exchange for this all-day never-ending second trimester sexapalooza you both seem to be caught inside of. 

He’s practically choking on his words as he manages to ask you:

"What’s that, baby? Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" 

You nod pathetically, moaning as he buries his thick fingers deep inside of you. He pauses, feeling the way your walls pulse around him as he stays inside of you, wanting to memorize this moment forever. 

In any other circumstance, he’d make you fall apart on his fingers, and then his tongue before you even went there, but with your recent admission, he’s decided that he has to have you now. In one swift motion, Carmy pulls his fingers from you, releasing his grip on your leg, eliciting a whine at the loss of him. 

Before you can even protest, he’s turning you around in the shower, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against your backside as he pulls you close.

“Sweetheart, you can’t just say things like this,” he taunts you, playfully, as he drags his cock through your folds a few times. 

“Carm,” you whimper, bracing your hands against the shower wall. “Don’t tease.”

“What’s that?” he coos, pressing his thick tip against your clit. 

“I don’t think I can take it. Please, baby,” you whine, so desperate for him to be inside of you. You push your ass back against him, offering your body to him for the taking. 

“Fuck!” he grunts out, because he just can’t resist you like this. 

You let out a sharp cry, as Carmy pushes himself inside of you, finally giving the thing you’ve wanted all day long. 

Carmy sets a slow pace at first, burying himself all the way to the hilt, so that you can feel all of him – every single ridge, every single vein of his cock with each thrust – and with how sensitive, how turned on you are, you’re already seeing stars. His hands hold onto your waist, controlling the speed of your lovemaking, as you press your hands against the shower wall, bracing yourself. You want him everywhere, all around you, consuming you with every fiber of his being, as if all you can do is hold yourself up and let him know how good he’s making you feel. 

Carmy’s lips are on your neck, leaving love bites across your shoulders, murmuring sweet nothings about how well you take him and how good you feel. And then he’s speeding up the pace of each thrust, pulling you back towards him. His hands are all over you: pressing you back against his chest, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples as he takes care of you. 

His wife. 

The mother of his child. 

The love of his life. 

You turn your head just enough so that you can kiss him as Carmy’s hand reaches up to cup your face, making sure that he can kiss you properly too. This time you’re standing up taller, grinding against him, wanting to touch your husband more than you need to hold yourself up against the wall. Your hand slips behind you, grabbing at whatever parts of him that you can, bracing yourself against him, as if you could get Carmy even closer to you, while the other is guiding his across your body, your fingers tangled together. 

He’s perfect. 

This is perfect. 

It’s what you’ve been aching for all damn day. 

“I need you, Carm,” you moan into his mouth, as the consistent feel of him thrusting in and out of you has you delirious. 

"You have all of me, baby,” he reassures you in the tenderest tone of voice he can muster, his other hand resting just underneath your breasts as he fucks you. 

"More." 

"More?" 

He’s not sure what ‘more’ could mean at this moment, but the dirty talk is so hot that he’s more than willing to find out. He slows down his pace, dragging his cock in and out of you and the most delicious pace. 

"Yes,” you pant, pulling away from the searing kiss, your head hanging low. Your hands return to the shower wall as you arch your back, bending at the hips so that you can take him deeper as you add:

“I want to make you a daddy." 

His hips stutter for a second, caught off guard by what you’ve just said. 

"You-you are, sweetheart,” he chuckles, slowing his pace down for a moment as he watches himself disappear inside of you over and over again. 

“Carmy,” you groan, in response to his change pace. 

You’re grinding your ass against him, begging him to speed up, but his hands return to your hips, stopping you. 

The sight alone, and what you’ve just said, he thinks to himself, might kill him. 

You whine as Carmy brings his movements to a halt, trying to get him to fuck you again. But he can’t let what you’ve just said go unrecognized as he stills your hips. 

"What was that? You like walking around like this, hmm? Everyone knowing what I've done to you?" he asks you, holding your hips so that you can’t move.

You’ll give him anything to get what you want. 

Even if it means saying it again. 

“Yes, baby,” you sigh, and Carmy lets out another moan as you squeeze around him. 

“I want to make you a daddy. Just fuck me. Please.”

“Oh fuck,” Carmy mutters, knowing he’s not going to last much longer if you keep that up. 

He pulls out of you, and before you can protest, he’s slamming back into you in a way that makes you sob. He sets a brilliant pace this time, and you're arching your back, pressing your hands against the wall even harder – and all you can do, all you want to do, is take it. Hearing you chant his name over and over takes over him. He’s a man determined, with a single-minded focus on giving you exactly what you want. 

He’s reduced you to a moaning, mumbling mess, as you chase both of your orgasms. 

“Touch me, Carmy,” escapes your lips, and he’s more than happy to oblige, his fingers immediately coming to your clit. 

He’s so goddamn talented, using his cock and his hands to make you fall apart. 

You feel a familiar coil in your belly, and with the way you’re squeezing around him, Carmy can tell your close. 

“Come on, sweet girl. Go ahead and let go for me,” his voice sturdy, confident, strong. 

And seconds later, your eyes slam shut as you’re crying out his name, falling over the edge as your husband pulls the most delicious orgasm from your body. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.”

He’s right behind you – literally and figuratively – as Carmy’s thrusts become more erratic, finally letting go after exercising an impossible level of self control. He spills inside of you with a grunt, holding you against him as he pauses. 

Breathless, you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder is there to catch you. With the slightest turn of your head, you’re able to kiss him, placing the gentlest kiss against the corner of his mouth before Carmy’s hand comes up to lift your chin towards him again, so that he can kiss you properly. 

“Holy shit, Bear,” you sigh, a sense of relief washing over you. 

“Yeah,” he pants, trying to catch his breath with you. 

You both take a beat, a moment to let your brains catch up with your bodies, just holding onto each other – savoring the way it feels to be in each others’ arms. 

“I should uh… I should probably still shower,” Carmy starts, beginning to come back down to earth. 

You turn back towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, entertaining him with slow, lazy kisses in between words. 

“But why don’t you dry off and get into bed?” Carmy suggests, using a quiet yet direct tone, almost as if it’s an order. 

It’s as if he knows that, though the last orgasm he’d just given you had been world-rocking, there’s no way in hell you’ll be satiated today with just one. 

“Really?” you ask, hopefully with a giggle. 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

“Heard, chef,” you tease him, eliciting a playful eye roll from him. 

He releases you, giving you the time and space to wring out your hair and step out of the shower. 

And as you do what he says, he rewards you for it, spending the rest of the afternoon with his face buried between your legs until he’s ready to go again. 

*

“And we’ve got a special tonight. Lemon chicken piccata. We’re talkin’ major Berzatto family recipe, ok? So let’s make sure we’re talkin’ up, alright?” Richie announces, following it up with a reminder to all of his servers of the main talking point during tonight’s pre-shift meeting. 

Carmy thinks he’s been stealthy as he attempts to sneak back into the restaurant, considering he’s thirty minutes late. He feels lucky that since everyone is preoccupied with the pre-shift meeting that they couldn’t possibly notice him slipping in this late. He hears the meeting end, making a mental note that tonight’s mise has been done right, praying that tonight’s service goes smoothly. 

He has, afterall, been using up a lot of extra energy lately…. 

“Hey, Jeffrey. We were wondering when you’d be in tonight,” Tina comments, as she returns to the kitchen, ready to lead service tonight. 

“Oh uh, yeah. Sorry, got caught up with some stuff,” he mumbles, avoiding her gaze as he doesn’t have an excuse or a cover story. 

“Mmmhhhmmmm,” she sounds, passing him by, because it’s no secret what Carmen Berzatto’s been up to lately. 

“Yo, cousin!” Carmy calls out, in search of Richie. 

Carmy makes his way into the dining room, and as soon as Richie sees him, knowing what time it is – knowing that Carmy’s running late – he smirks. A blush runs over Carmy’s cheeks as Richie shakes his head with a laugh. 

It’s as if Richie can see right through him, and suddenly, Carmy’s feeling incredibly exposed.

Richie wags a finger at his cousin, his laugh beginning to build. 

“Ahhhh man, cousin,” he sighs, an amused look on his face as he continues. “No one warned ya, huh?”

“I-,” Carmy starts, searching for any and all excuses he could make up on the spot, to no avail. 

“Men can’t resist a pregnant woman. Sheesh. Enjoy it while you can, jagoff.”

[kel-lance]

Stepdad Nanami

——MDNI——GROOMING, not really incest, Age gap, manipulation, broken home, slut shaming (at ur mom lol), drug mention—————-

You knew your mom’s marriage had about 3 years at most, you had to give it toher that 5 with the same man would have been a new record if she was only with him for that time.

It wasn’t your business. If you had anything to say the men would blame you and say you were just like her. 

You didn’t care about those guys, and they never lasted long with your mother anyway. It was like this for the first 16 years of your life until your mom met a handsome man, who became your stepfather after 2 years of dating your mother 

He was always nice to you, he did everything a good dad should. He got you a car, went all out on your birthday, he wasn’t tying to win you over, he was just that great, he made you change your mind about men. (maybe it was just the kind you mother kept running to)

It was heartbreaking the day he say you down, before he could explain his face sank. He covered his eyes and sighed as he explained that he’s serving your mom with divorce papers. he feels bad to bring you into this but he had to ask

You’re an adult now, you can make your own decisions, but I wanted to give you the chance to get away from her. I don’t mean any offense, but I know for a fact she’s going to use you or worse.

he was right on the money, sometimes she used you to lure in those strange men, where she’d threaten to tell their wives or police what they thought they were doing with you. It was just her type, people who could compare her to parts of herself. In this case, she was sick enough to use her daughter as bait.

You were safe though, it never got further than forceful kisses to tape as proof. That hag just had it out for you but would never consider sharing.

You immediately take his hand as you wanted to move out for years. You’re 21 but she’s had control over you. People always say just leave, you’re an adult so she has no power.

Try living your life as a flea in a jar or a frog in a growing boiling pot, there’s a whole world out there and yet you were taught your limits. 

Your eyes pleaded for him to take you away. You didn’t care, you felt closer to him than anyone. You knew it could be wrong, but he said it himself, you’re an adult now. And your mother wouldn’t be upset about sharing since he’s leaving her. 

You climb onto his lap and lay your head on his neck, his hand now slid down his face, covering his mouth as his other hand patted your head closer to him.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” He promised. 

The next week sure were hectic. You had to plan out what to take, gathering all your important documents and essentials. 

Nanami daddy got a studio for you both, in a matter days you had everything moved out of the house while your mom was on her bender. Her lapses of being with one man for months then going to whoever after was just part of her fun. She didn’t need them for anything other than attention.

Sometimes you wonder what your father was like, if he could’ve treated you better than her if she didn’t have u trapped in her body for months. U don’t want to know what she did while pregnant with you either. 

You were given this chance. Your stepdad leaving, and he was taking you with him. He saw what kind of life you both had. He found no sympathy for her as she was the adult. He stayed for you. 

A child should be cared for, loved. He didn’t get that from you at all when you first met. Just 16 and you avoided him like the plague. it gave him an indication of who was usually around.

He didn’t lure you out with gifts or make the first move. He just entertained your mother, as he did find something amusing with her. She was fun, but at home she’s a terrible mom and that wasn’t anything he found respectable. 

It wasn’t until the 4th month that he was still around that you just found it weird. No ones usually around this long. Mom was probably having a lot of fun with this idiot you thought.

The 6th month came and you started to come out when he was around. If he was in the kitchen, you wouldn’t wait for him to leave the space before making it yours. It was your house after all, you were going to remind him.

It was weird, but you were getting jealous of him being around. Your mom couldn’t stick to one thing, much less take responsibility and take care of you. Why was he so special? Why did she /want/ to see him?

You felt hatred grow in you as he noticed the posters on your wall, the music you played, how you dressed. For your 18th, he’d gotten you tickets to one of your favorite band’s shows. How the hell did he- and the small gifts like stickers of said posters, he made it so you weren’t surprised when you received yet another reward after accomplishing something, even the smallest thing. “Because you deserve it.”

You didn’t know if it weirded you out, that he was being so nice to you, or that he was your mom’s fiancé and you had him under you. 

That hate boiled over one day and you just had to get it out somehow. He was always patient with you, as you asked to talk to him. It surprised him, but it was definitely a step forward. 

He sits on the same side of the table as you, facing each other, your opposite arms touching the table.

“Are you upset about the wedding?”

You don’t say anything, your eyes darting, answering his question.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but it’s for the best. (M/n) said you’ve seemed happier since we got together.” Your stomach sank. “I could keep-“

You grasp out for his dress shirt sleeve, looking up at him, somewhat between crying and pouting, asking him to stop talking. 

His eyes widen. “(Y/n)…” You take his hand, bringing it to your body. You place his palm under your shirt, watching his face go from confused to flustered. His stoic personality wavering, you hold onto his arm and jump onto his lap. 

You could already feel it, he was so hard under you. 

“(Y/n)!” He takes his hand back, putting you back onto your chair. His stern look scared you. He’s never looked like that around you, only because you were always well behaved, or rather just kept to yourself. He never expected this from you. But you were your mother’s daughter. 

His hand around the wrist you let him feel you with. You didn’t know if you had just fucked up big time. Was the wedding off? You just wanted him to yourself and had to let him know. 

The look you gave him almost made him feel bad for treating you right the past few years. 

you werent used to that, you didn’t know any better. the anger you were feeling was from a lot of things. why did someone like your mother get to marry someone like him? 

Why weren’t there more people like him? If there were you would have been saved a long time ago, but instead, you’re giving it all to the first person who’s shown you you’re more than an extension of your mother. 

Thankfully he was just a man, and that yearnful, pathetic, desperate look a young girl could give to melt a man’s morals, he kissed you.

He keeps kissing you, almost like he was teaching you how he liked it, you didn’t mind, you didn’t care about anything else. Your mom could walk in right now and you’d show off how much better you were for nanami. 

That didn’t have to happen though. As his large hands found their way to your hips and he slowly brings you back to his lap. And after that day you were his. 

He stopped himself so many times to not take you just yet though. It wasn’t until the weeks leading up tot he wedding that he wanted you more than ever. And you’ve been more than patient. Only getting by with his touch and words of encouragement. 

You didn’t get why he still went through with the small wedding, maybe to just show off to everyone else, mislead them that he’s a good man, marrying into a good family, with an honest job and whatever else to solidify the lie. 

the next 2 years being the best you’ve ever had, up until your mothers alcoholism started to catch up with her. Her need to find solace in addictions, whether it was the validation of men, gambling, sex, any other drug, she was a mess. Everyone believed Nanami would be able to fix her, but her last blackout caused you to get a sprained wrist and black eye. That was when nanami had enough. 

Spoiler for part 2: Nanami's divorce lawyer fucks his step daughter (Hiromi makes an appearance.)

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook:

𝐄𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Intro

Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.

Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, strangers to lovers/mates, mentions of folklore and traditions, modern fantasy, romance, human?Reader, Fluff, Courting, MC kinda wary of kook at first, but he's cute give him a chance pls

Length: ~2k

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"Look at you! All the new color suits you well!" Seokjin laughs, commenting on Jungkook's tattoos which had been changing over the course of the year since he's seen his friends last festival. The younger dragon simply shrugs, though he can't help but stand a bit more proudly at the comment, considering that his body ink is a visual representation of his identity within the Clan up to this point.

It's all part of the tradition after all; as soon as a dragonkin turns 21 years old, they're considered an adult, officially on their own and ready to build their own families and futures, and while not all do it, he likes to wear his identity openly like this.

Even though in the modern world, his dragon blood isn't seen as something to be proud of anymore. In fact, it's treated as nothing more than a simple remnant of lost times, outdated and no longer of any importance.

It's why most members of the dragon bloodlines tend to stay amongst each other, most of their social circles consisting of other dragons, just like he himself tends to do. A lot of his friends have been finding their mates recently, and while Jungkook is happy about that, he himself isn't really interested in that- at least not right now. He's doing good all by himself at the moment, so he doesn't really see the need to settle down right now. He's also not yet found anybody he'd really honestly see himself wanting to settle down with- so for now, he just attends the traditional festivals every year to reconnect with his friends and family, let himself go for a little while and leave all those expectations of the modern world behind for at least a small amount of time.

"Are the rest here too?" Jungkook asks Jin as they both walk into the Hotel close to the festival spaces, many already setting up their tents and booths for tonight.

"Taehyung is coming a bit later, he said the whole trip is taking a bit longer now that his mate's pregnant." He says, making Jungkook nod next to him, greeting some elders along the way. "she's not even properly showing, yet he's already all scrambled up in the head." He jokes.

"I've heard about that! Yoongi owes me a hundred bucks now." He laughs, remembering the bet he'd made with the older dragon last year when Taehyung had announced his engagement to his mate. He'd always dreamed of a big family- so it wasn't surprising to Jungkook that his friend already had the first child on the way.

Maybe one day he'll have his own, too.

"I remember when Yoongi of all people attended the hunt and actually caught his mate too!" Seokjin laughs. "Remember that? It was honestly hilarious to see him so desperate. The old slow guy all out on the fields." He teases, as the man in question walks into view.

"At least I've caught something. Not like mister forever virgin over here." He teases, laughing when Jungkook growls offended, mumbling something about that 'not being true at all hyung.!' Under his breath as the older one walks alongside them.

It's when a giggle catches him off guard, the sound accompanied by what he can only describe as a small bell faintly in the background.

When he looks for the source of the sound, he finds your eyes pretty quickly- gaze hauntingly beautiful as he doesn't even realize he'd just stopped walking for no reason, one of his friends bumping into him the only cause of distraction for him. And for a second, he looks away, only a small but of time - and suddenly you're no longer there, disappearing as quickly as you've appeared in the first place. "Who was that?" He asks no one in particular, Yoongi shrugging as he tries to find what his friend seems to be looking for.

"Who was who?" He asks, before everyone walks away with him to greet Taehyung and his partner who'd just arrived.

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He spots you again as you tie your hair up, elastic in between your lips where you hold it while your hands collect all your hair. It's a normal thing he's seen a lot of people do- himself included, considering the length of his hair these days- and yet when you do it, it looks like Aphrodite captured in marble, details enchanting and intricate.

He almost feels like he shouldn't watch.

And yet he does, even continues to look your way with his hand around his glass of water, small leftovers of his meal completely uninteresting compared to the sight of you walking closer to the older women to help with washing clothes and other things in the riverbed. He can spot Jimin and other male dragons between them as well, and he wonders if you enjoy those tasks.

During this time of the year, everyone is pulled back to the old ways of living. From using almost no electricity to trading things instead of buying it with money, things work simply differently during these next few days, and he personally enjoys this more simpler way of living to the fullest. There's no space for boredom or anything like that- always something to do for him, never an empty second.

Even now, as he watches you.

For a while, you seem to not notice him until one of the women taps your shoulder, talking to you for a few words before you turn your head to meet his eyes. Surprise is written over your features, especially when he boldly pats the spot next to him at the table, silently inviting you to sit with him, maybe even share a meal.

You wonder a little. Does he know that offering a meal is one part of courting a fellow dragon?

He probably does, considering his appearance. He does look like you'd expect a modern dragon to carry himself; from the wyvern tooth necklace around his neck, the colored tattoos under his skin, even the challenging fire behind his eyes. He surely knows his heritage, which makes it even more odd to you.

Though you wouldn't ever pass the chance of getting to know someone like him.

He's well known in the community of female dragons- mostly for his lack of interest in anybody when it comes to actually finding a mate. For a long time, there's been a rumor going around that he wasn't simply interested in females in general- but that was quickly debunked after it got known that he does, in fact, seek out pleasure without any long-term relationship in mind. It makes you wary of his intentions right now though-

Because that's not what you're seeking here, or at all.

You sit down across from him at the table, having dried your hands before joining him, his eyes friendly as they watch you, someone already next to you asking what you'd like to eat. As soon as that person leaves, it's Jungkook's turn to talk to you. "I've never seen you around here before." He tells you, arms now on the table as he's got them crossed in front of him. "I'm Jungkook."

"I know." You nod. "Both of those things." You shrug, looking around for a moment before you spare him another look. "I'm not interested."

"I haven't even proposed anything." He counters, head tilted a bit as he's internally confused as to what you might've heard about him that could make you so wary of his intentions. In his world, he's not done anything questionable, ever- he doesn't fuck around, never broke somebody's heart, is always pretty clear and honest with whomever he crosses paths.

"But I know what guys like you want." You simply say, thanking the young dragon who puts your plate down in front of you. "And I'm not offering that." You tell him without looking, simply starting to eat instead.

"What do I want then?" He asks, moving one of his arms so his chin can rest on his palm. "You got me curious."

"Sex." You bluntly tell him, reaching for the large water pitcher standing somewhat closer to Jungkook than to you- something he instantly notices, lifting it for you instead to fill your cup. "Thanks." You offer quietly, and he nods at that, putting it back down.

"Interesting." He just shrugs after he sits back down in front of you. "That's not what I want though. I mean- you're attractive, don't get me wrong- but I'd like to get to know you first, if anything." He proposes, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"That sounds like you're aiming for my heart." You accuse, pointing your steak-knife at him. "And that's even worse." You say, making him laugh.

"No, I promise. I really just.. think you're really pretty, and from what I can tell, you're also exactly my type- but if you want me to leave you alone, I can totally do that too." He offers politely, and you chew on your food in thought before you rest your cheek on your palm, poking at some vegetables.

"How am I your type?" You ask him, curious to know what makes you stand out to him. It must be something at least- because if he's never wanted a relationship with anybody before why pursue someone as boring as you for that role of all things? You know you're a good friend, but a girlfriend? No, you're lame, and you've come to accept that after all those failed relationships.

Your question makes him light up visually, as he sits up straighter with a bit of a smile on his lips. "It's hard to explain. You're cute, but I like people who have their own mind." He shrugs, explaining his view on you while you don't look at him. "Visually, you check all my boxes. If your character does the same thing, I guess we just have to find out." He tells you, and you look at him now.

"What if you don't check any of my boxes?" You ask him, looking for how he's going to react. "You're too tall for me, for example. And your muscles scare me a little." You jab at him, cutting your food as if you're talking about the weather. "You seem like someone obsessed with working out. I'm not. In fact, I don't ever really work out. I don't really look at what I eat in general, to be honest."

"That's fine by me." He simply answers when you stop talking. "I don't really watch it that much either- only if I have a shooting or something alike." He explains, making you nod quietly. "But if I don't check any of your boxes, like you say, why come over and sit with me then?" He teases, leaning in over the table a little bit.

You shrug. "Your tattoos." You simply tell him. "They're pretty good. Who made these?" You ask, and he looks at them for a second, before he moves his gaze back to you.

"Min Yoongi back in Seoul did most of them. He specializes in dragon tattoos." He explains, and you nod at that.

"I thought I remembered the artstyle." You say. "He's always been very neat with his work." You mumble more or less, before you sigh, putting your cutlery onto your empty plate, pulling your glass of water closer. "Alright- do you want my number now, or.?" You ask, suspecting that he would maybe ask you on a date or something after the whole festival is over. But he genuinely surprises you, when his eyes narrow in a challenging manner, the dragon peeking through in a way as he leans forward over the table, standing up.

You're wary- and he assumes it might be because you've never truly experienced anything good when it comes to finding partners. He can relate to this; and he can also gain power from that simple fact, simply because now more than ever, he wants to prove himself to you. He wants to show you that he truly is different from what you might believe.

"I'll just win you over, easy." He tells you, promises almost, as he pulls the wyvern tooth from around his neck, and leaves it close to your hand- an offering of sorts, a first step at trying to impress you, even if small. "The traditional way." He finishes up, leaving you alone at the table, simply watching as he walks away and merges with the crowd.

Maybe you've underestimated him.

Maybe he's not who you think he is.

Maybe you've finally found your match.

[thebrightestwitchofherage]

Responding to yet more unhinged Anti zionists arguments

Because I am not going to waste my precious time and energy on replying to each ignorant person who believes Hamas are a "brave resistance group"

For the millionth time: I do not support the genocide of Palestinians when I say Israelis shouldn't die. I am not deflecting or denying anything, I am making posts about how I and other Israelis have been impacted by October 7th and the war ever since. I am allowed to mourn my people.

Released female Israeli hostages aren't "weaponizing Feminism". Just because some were "only" sexually assaulted and threatened with rape, doesn't mean others aren't raped. Israeli women were targeted on October 7th. Their assault, mutilation, and violent rape were all planned. Hamas terrorists who were caught and interrogated have said so themselves in published recorded interrogations. *** Regarding Mia Shem- I've said before: mocking her appearance isn't making you the great humane person you think you are. I've had some nutjob tell me "Oh well in an interview she said she was only groped and others were raped. She's using feminism and things people care about in order to gain sympathy." She was: -Kidnapped from a party and shot. -Operated on by a veterinarian while in captivity for over 50 days. -Starved ,beaten, mocked , groped and sexually assulted while constantly threatened with being raped. And you're mocking her. Wow that is a new low. Believe Jewish women.

You are constantly backing up your "facts" and statistics with un-credible sources. Let me make this clear one final time: Al Jazeera = racist and antisemitic supports terrorism There isn't a Gaza Ministry of Health- it's Hamas.

Palestinians and Hamas specifically are very racist towards Afro-Palestinian / black people. A quick Google search will lead you to this:

Anti-Black racism in Palestine

The State of Palestine has a community of Afro-Palestinians, many of whom are descendants of the victims of the historical Slavery in Palestine, which ended in the 20th-century.[43]

Racism against African Americans in Palestinian media (Wikipedia)

Former U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, has been the subject of some viciously racial personal attacks, alongside vociferous criticism of her policies.[44] These included an anti-black racist cartoon in Palestinian Authority's controlled Press Al Quds. The New York Times reported in 2006:

Her comment that the Israel-Lebanon war represented the "birth pangs of a new Middle East"— coming at a time when television stations were showing images of dead Lebanese children — sparked ridicule and even racist cartoons. A Palestinian newspaper, Al Quds," which "depicted Ms. Rice as pregnant with an armed monkey, and a caption that read, "Rice speaks about the birth of a new Middle East.[45]

The Palestinian media has used racist terms including "black spinster" and "colored dark skin lady."[46][47]

.... The African Palestinians who now live in the two compounds near al-Aqsa mosque have called the area home since 1930.[12] They have experienced prejudice, with some Palestinian Arabs[21] referring to them as "slaves" (abeed) and to their neighbourhood as the "slaves' prison" (habs al-abeed), and their colour has led to objections against them marrying Palestinians with lighter skin.[9][3] According to Mousa Qous, director of the African Community Society and a former member of the PFLP, "Sometimes when a black Palestinian wants to marry a white Palestinian woman, some members of her family might object." Interracial marriage with Afro-Palestinians has become more common in recent years.[8] In colloquial Palestinian Arabic, standard usage prefers the word sumr (dark colour) over sawd, which has an uncouth connotation.[22]

-For further reading I found this research paper to be very detailed: https://d-nb.info/1204258597/34

*** I have to mention this as well since some anti-Zionist brought up MLK as an example for their argument against Israel: you clearly have no idea what you're talking about... he was a Zionist!

Jews and African Americans have historically been allies in their struggles for equality. He literally wrote an open letter titled "Letter to an Anti-Zionist friend", explaining why he supports Zionism. Do your research.

5. Gaza hasn't been under Israel's control since 2006, it is controlled by Hamas! Before that, it was governed by Fatah, Another terrorist organization (Hamas killed all of the Fatah members when they came to power). Hamas = terror organization leaching off the Palestinian people. They want to kill all Jews and are against everything that represents the West. UWNRA - Is filled with Hamas terrorists. UN & ICRC - Both have a long history of being biased against Jews and have failed the Jewish people once again.

6. Israelis don't deserve to die just because they are Israeli. They are not privileged to have a government that (relative to Hamas) cares about their civilians.

7. "From the river to the sea" Is a genocidal chant calling for the death of all Jews / Israelis. The final solution / one solution = killing all Jews, holocaust. Intifadas aren't peaceful or inspiring resistance. It's Terror attacks targeting civilians: Shootings, stabbings, lynchings, school buses exploding, etc.

I have an entire post explaining this, you're welcome to read it but the main takeaway should be: You don't get to decide what's anti-Semitic, Jews do. If Jews tell you this chant threatens them and is antisemitic- it is.

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 21

summary: You often find yourself within earshot of Lori and Shane’s whispered arguments, and this time, when Shane catches you listening, you stand your ground. But you're quickly distracted by a disturbance coming from the woods that leads to Shane's ever more rising fury. In a flashback, your mind is clouded with thoughts about the past, just as troubling news of a rapidly spreading virus reaches your ears.

no serious warning apply, but more walker deaths in this chapter, gunfire, high emotions

x flash forward x

The rest of the afternoon remains quiet, the kind of silence that should bring some peace, but lately, it feels heavy. After the discovery of the barn full of walkers, there’s a quiet tenseness as people go about the rest of the day. You try to keep busy, your hands moving on autopilot as you fold laundry or clean up near the Greene house after your barn chores.  Anything to keep your mind off the tension bubbling under the surface. The camp, the farm—everything feels like it's holding its breath. 

From where you are, you can see Shane and Lori near the house again, talking in those low, hushed tones that have become all too familiar. You sigh. Here we go again. It feels like it’s always something with those two. You don’t want to eavesdrop, but their voices carry, and like a bad habit, you can’t help but overhear snippets of their conversations.

"Shane, you can’t just—"

"I’m not sayin’ you have to decide right now, but you have to think about it, Lori," Shane’s voice cuts through the air, sharp but low.

You roll your eyes, shifting your attention back to your task. You’re sick of their drama. It seems like the world could be burning down, but Shane and Lori would still find time to argue about... whatever it is they always argue about. But then a word catches your ear, freezes your movements.

“Baby.”

Your hands still, the pile of laundry forgotten as you listen closer. Did you hear that right? Another phrase sticks out next.

“It’s mine, Lori, you know it’s mine. It’s why you didn’t tell ‘im.”

What?

You feel a sinking sensation in your gut as the conversation continues. You knew there was something with them–that they potentially hooked up before Rick came back ‘from the dead’ as they always said. But jesus christ, this cemented the fact that they fucked numerous times. Your insides twisted at the thought. Had Shane had feelings for Lori before the world went to hell? While you were with him? Was this purely because the stress they went through on top of the fact her husband--his best friend--was dead?

Shane’s voice is intense, harder now, cutting through the still air around the house. 

“You’re pregnant, Lori. What, you really think Rick’s gonna keep you and that baby safe out here? And Carl?”

You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. You shouldn’t be listening, but you can’t stop. They’re not talking about anything small anymore. This is big. This is huge .

But Shane doesn’t let her finish. “He ain’t made for this world, Lori. You know it. I know it. Hell, everyone knows it,”

Lori’s voice trembles. “You’re wrong—”

You hear Lori trying to explain at the fish fry, back before the CDC, Rick saving her and everyone else. The attack on the camp you joined them at. But that wasn’t quite right either, you were all there, vulnerable without half the man power of the group.

“He left us to go save a drug dealer!” Shane interjects.

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. Your blood runs cold. Merle. You know Shane’s talking about Merle. Even with all his flaws, Merle had been like a brother to you, and hearing Shane dismiss him like that is enough to make your skin crawl. The ache of loss is still raw, but the anger is louder.

Your heart races as Shane’s voice rises again, but before you can process everything, you hear footsteps, and Shane is stalking off—towards you. His eyes catch yours as he moves away from Lori, his expression dark and frustrated. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you sitting there.

You don’t back down. You look right back into the eyes that are boring into you, but you hold your ground, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Shane takes a step closer, a sneer curling on his lips. "What’s the matter? Didn’t hear enough? Or were you just eavesdroppin’ again?" His voice is full of venom, smug, daring you to challenge him.

 You refuse to let him intimidate you, "You don’t need to talk so loud if you don’t want people to hear your dirty laundry,” you snip at him, snapping a shirt out to straighten it before folding.

Shane’s smirk deepens, but there’s something darker behind it now. “Funny. Last I checked, you didn’t mind sharin’ some secrets with me either,” he says, his tone full of implication. There’s no flirtation here, but the reminder of your past relationship hangs between you, and he’s using it against you again and again.

Your jaw clenches, but you keep your voice steady. “That was a long time ago, Shane. Don’t think for a second you get to use that against me. You and Lori have got to stop this bullshit. You’re always actin’ so weird with her. So what, you hook up a couple times in the woods and suddenly she belongs to you? Her husband is here. If she’s pregnant, it’s his. End of.”

His eyes narrow as he steps closer, invading your space, towering over you. “You think you got it all figured out now, don’t you? That you can run your mouth about stuff you don’t understand.”

“I understand enough,” you fire back, your voice low but firm. “I know about the threats. About Daryl. You don’t get to act like you own people, Shane—not me, not Lori, and sure as hell not Daryl.”

For a moment, Shane looks genuinely caught off guard. His head cocks to the side slightly, like he is thinking hard, but it’s brief, and his eyes cloud with anger again. He steps even closer, practically breathing down your neck, his tone dropping into something colder, more dangerous. “You don’t know shit about what I did. But you’d better watch your step, Y/N. I was tryna to keep you safe, still am dammit. Tryna keep everyone safe .”

“By threatening him?” you bite out. “You think that made me feel safe? Telling Lori her husband is no good? All you do is push people around when things don’t go your way.”

His face hardens, and for a second, you can see the fury bubbling just beneath the surface. “I don’t push people around for no reason,” he says through clenched teeth. “I do what needs to be done.”

You meet his eyes, unflinching. You stand, your face filling with heat, “You threatened him because you were scared. You couldn’t handle the idea that someone else might have my back. Someone who actually gave a shit about me. And now Lori doesn’t need you anymore, so you try to control her more and more."

Shane’s lips curl into an ugly sneer. “You got no idea what you're talkin' about, girl,"

Before you can retort, your lip curling, your eyes shift to behind him, at the edge of the woods where your eyes catch some sort of movement. Although the sun beats down with afternoon light, a chill runs down your spine.

It’s a walker—on a stick. The damn thing is still snarling, flailing as it’s dragged it along, the most insane spectacle you’ve ever seen. You blink, trying to make sense of it all. It’s Rick and Hershel with two walkers on the kind of long sticks you recognize from when you used to work at the dog shelter. The ones animal control would use on aggressive dogs to keep them at a distance. Jimmy is leading them along in the front.

Shane notices your demeanor change, your eyes going wide, and he turns to the sight. You can now hear the rattling breath and snarls of both walkers as they are led along to the old barn. You can almost see the boiling rage beneath his skin as Shane takes in the sight.

“What is that? What the hell is THAT?” His voice is low and seething, and suddenly he’s off, sprinting toward them. You barely register it before the rest of the group is moving too, guns in hand, everyone drawn by the sound of Shane’s fury. When were you allowed to have guns again? You catch Daryl’s eye as he rounds the corner too, and you both start running along with the rest of them.

“Why do your people have guns?” Hershel exclaims as you’re approaching. Your eyes are wide as you take in the scene up close. Rick’s knuckles are white as he pushes the walker along, his face in a snarl. By the time you catch up, Shane is standing in front of Hershel, his chest heaving with anger. “You see what they’re holding onto?” Shane's voice drips with disbelief, his finger jabbing toward the walker still thrashing on the end of Rick's pole.

Hershel’s face is grim, his grip on the pole tight, attached to another walker, as he struggles to keep the creature at bay. “I see who I’m holding onto,” he snaps, straining to guide the thing towards the barn.

“No, man. You don’t.” Shane’s voice rises again, his fury barely contained. The group stands in stunned silence, unable to tear their eyes away from the chaos unfolding in front of them. Shane continues, “These things ain’t sick, they ain’t people! They’re DEAD.”

The movement of the walkers and Rick and Hershel trying to hold on is overwhelming, dust is being kicked into the air as the undead swing their arms toward the group standing around. Dust whips into the air, swirling around the frenzied scene. Daryl raises his rifle next to you, his eyes fixed on the walkers, the barrel of the gun steady as he prepares to fire if need be.

“Hey, Hershel, let me ask you somethin’,” Shane’s voice is cutting, his eyes dark as he rounds in front of them. “Could a living, breathing person—could they walk away from this?” In one swift motion, Shane pulls his gun from his waistband, cocks it, and fires two rounds into the walker’s chest. Blood splatters, the thing flinches back from impact, but straightens up again even more riled up. Your body is tense, ready to act. Every muscle is coiled tight with the fear and adrenaline pumping through you.

Rick yells, trying to get him to stop, but it's no use. Shane just keeps going. The afternoon of frustration and rage is all boiling over out of him now.

The group flinches at the gunshots, but Glenn and Daryl still have guns raised high. You take one from Carol who holds hers down, like she's afraid to use it. She willingly gives it to you, and you hold it high to the riled walking corpse, ready to fire if need be. 

“That’s three rounds in the chest,” Shane says forcefully, “could someone who’s alive, could they just take that?! WHY IS IT STILL COMIN?” Shane’s voice cracks as he fires again, his frustration pouring out with each gunshot. Rick is shouting, telling him to stop, but Shane is far beyond reason now. You can feel the tension in the air—thick, suffocating—your grip tightening on your rifle as you keep your eyes locked on the walkers, their dead eyes wild with hunger.

“SHANE, ENOUGH!” Rick screams.

“Yeah, you’re right, man. That is enough,” Shane mutters, voice hardening, before taking a final step forward. His eyes gleam with an almost dangerous clarity as he raises his gun one last time. The shot echoes in the air, and the walker’s head snaps back, crumpling lifeless to the ground. Blood pools beneath it, soaking into the earth like a final insult to Hershel’s desperate attempts to preserve the living. Everyone watches in stunned silence as the creature finally stops moving. Hershel’s grip on the pole falters as he falls to his knees, face pale with disbelief and anguish etched into his features. You glance at him briefly, and your stomach twists with sympathy—the weight of his loss, his denial about what the world had become, was breaking apart before your eyes. But Shane, relentless, isn’t finished.

“Enough risking our lives for a little girl who’s GONE!” Shane’s voice, hoarse with fury, pierces the stillness. His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Carol’s face crumples, her tears flowing freely as the reality of his words twist the knife deeper.

“ENOUGH living next to a barn full of things that are tryin’ to kill us!” Shane’s anger propels him forward, his feet pounding the ground as he rushes toward the barn door. You feel your own heartbeat quicken as you realize what he’s about to do.

“Shane, no!” You find your voice, but it’s drowned out by the chaos. Shane grabs a nearby garden hoe, smashing it against the chain keeping the barn doors locked. Rick is yelling at him, pleading for him to stop, his voice ragged with desperation, but it’s too late. 

With a final strike, the lock breaks open.

For a moment, there’s nothing. Just the eerie silence, broken only by the sound of your pounding heart and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Then, the first walker stumbles out, dragging its rotting feet through the dirt. Its dead eyes fix on the group, snarling as it lurches toward you.

Shane doesn’t hesitate. He raises his gun, firing round after round into the advancing walkers. The group erupts into chaos—Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea, everyone is firing off guns in every direction. The sharp, deafening sound of gunfire fills the air, mingling with the guttural growls of the walkers.

You pull the trigger, the recoil slamming into your shoulder as you take down one walker after another. Each shot is like a weight lifting from your chest, but the horror of the moment presses down on you harder than ever. These walkers—these monsters—they were once people. Hershel’s family. And now they’re being gunned down like animals.

Your breath comes in ragged bursts as you keep firing, your mind racing. This wasn’t what you wanted. This wasn’t what anyone wanted.

To your left, you see Daryl, his face set in a grim expression, his rifle steady as he takes down walker after walker with precision. Sweat drips down his brow, but his eyes are locked onto the task, focused. He’s always focused. You glance at him briefly, drawing strength from his presence.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the shooting stops. The air is thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and blood. The ground is littered with bodies. The only sounds are the heavy breathing of the people around you, breathless from the scene.

There’s a soft, low snarling coming from the barn now. The shadows begin to move behind the door, and you don’t take your eyes off the wooden barn entrance. Everyone is looking around at the massacre, but you don’t shift your position. A small, thin leg comes out wearing a girl’s sneaker. As you aim for the forehead–

You lower your gun, your breath getting stuck in your throat. You feel your windpipe closing from pure horror. The little girl walks out, dirty and decomposing. Her short strawberry blonde hair is matted and tinged with dirt now. Her face is blue, lifeless, except for the furrowed brows and lip pulled back in a growl.

Sophia.

Carol’s scream shatters the air. She breaks from the group, running toward her daughter, tears streaming down her face. But before she can reach Sophia, Daryl is there, grabbing her around the waist, pulling her back. They collapse to the ground together, Carol sobbing into his chest, while he holds her tight, his own face twisted in grief.

Your knees buckle, and you sink to the ground, unable to tear your eyes away from the little girl who had once been full of life, now nothing more than a shell. Your hands come up to your face, watching through your fingers. The rifle you were holding goes clattering to the ground.

The others are silent. Everyone is frozen in shock, watching as Sophia stumbles closer, her growls growing louder.

Rick steps forward, his face pale, his eyes full of unspeakable sorrow. His gun trembles slightly in his hand, but he steadies it, raising it toward the little girl. He hesitates for a long moment, his finger hovering over the trigger as he looks into her lifeless eyes. Then, brows furrowed in concentration, he pulls the trigger.

The gunshot echoes through the air, and Sophia crumples to the ground, lifeless.

The silence that follows is deafening. There are no words—just the soft wind rustling the trees and the quiet sound of Carol’s sobs.

x flashback x

You were sitting in the empty campus library one late afternoon, the pale light from early autumn casting long shadows across the rows of books. The sound of soft classical music filtered through the air, coming from an old radio tucked behind the checkout desk. But it wasn’t the music that caught your attention. The dial is behind turned as it switches to a news station.

“…the virus is spreading faster than anticipated, with reports now coming from neighboring countries. Officials are urging caution but insist there is no need for panic at this time. The CDC has released a statement—”

Your fingers froze over the keys of your laptop, the word "virus" sparking a discomfort you couldn’t quite explain. The reporter’s calm voice blended with the hum of the old AC unit, but the words sank in deeper than they should. "Epidemic," "spread," "caution"—words you should have brushed off, but instead, they stuck. Your hands faltered over your half-written essay, and the gnawing feeling in your gut grew as the monotony of life around you continued without a hitch.

It was only the beginning of your sophomore year, but you already felt like you were moving through a fog. The truth was, your mind had been anywhere but on classes.

Daryl.

You’d been thinking about him too much lately—his absence felt more like a bruise than it ever had before. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t calling, texting, or reaching out. It was that the last time you saw him, everything had gone wrong. The memory of that fight, of his fists flying into the faces of Merle’s friends while you sat frozen in shock, replayed in your head like a broken record. Why had it escalated so quickly? Why had Daryl looked so furious, so confused, when he saw you there? It was almost as if he couldn’t believe you were mixed up in that situation. You were grateful he came in when he did, but the way he reacted so violently had taken you by surprise. You weren't even expecting to see him. Although, and you'd never admit it, you were hoping to. Always hoping to.

You replayed the sound of him storming out of that house over and over again in your head. He didn’t even stop to check if you were okay—just left you sitting there with your heart in your throat, staring at the blood on the faces of the two guys, stains of it on the walls and carpet. And you couldn’t understand why. What had he seen that made him so volatile? Why could he barely look at you?

You didn’t even notice that your knee was bouncing under the desk, your nerves manifesting in small, jittery movements.

You saw the librarian at the front desk messing with the radio dials, stations going in and out. The news broadcast switched to static for a second and cut to an old classic rock station, the familiar notes of a guitar riff easing some of the tension in your shoulders. But not enough.

It felt like the world was tipping on its axis. Maybe it was just the stress of school, or maybe it was the unresolved tension that had been hanging between you and Daryl since that night. Honestly, since the night you left freshman year. You always knew he didn’t approve of Shane, but the way things ended up, you couldn’t believe that was the only reason he was avoiding you. Was he tired of you always coming to him with your issues? Maybe he’d had enough of the drama in your life, or found a girlfriend. Your stomach panged at the thought of him with a girl–the fact he wouldn’t want to tell you. The radio crackled again, another news update slipping through, but this time, it was drowned out by your own thoughts.

You wondered what would happen if you tried to reach out to him again. Would it be the same silence? The same avoidance? You almost pulled out your phone to text him, but something held you back. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was fear that things really were different now. Or maybe it was that nagging feeling in your gut that told you Daryl didn’t want to be found, not by you—not by anyone.

And just like that, the weirdness of it all settled into your bones. The quiet campus, the unsettling radio broadcasts about this strange virus, the thick cloud of confusion surrounding Daryl and what happened back home—it all felt like the calm before a storm you couldn’t quite name yet.

You tried to focus on your assignment, but all you could think about was how everything felt like it was unraveling, slowly but surely. 

[radgirl-spray]

Rant.

it always gives me whiplash when gringos call me or other latinas on radblog "Republican" and "nazis".

Because they are so sure they are making such the point about us being nazis and bringing conservative and apocalyptic takes on them because we don't want men in females spaces, and yet from our perspective, they are still thousands of people all across latam who simply dissapeared when the north american goverment decided to interfiere in latam's politics which lead to real, actual genocides based on politic stance. Specifically being leftist.

My country in particular had one of the most brutal dictatorships in latam. Over 40.000 people were killed, tortured or simply dissapeared just to prevent socialism, despite the socialist president at the time being chosen democatrically.

Now, women, mostly college students feminists at the time were systematically tortured. I'm not talking about internet persecution or some horrible missgender crime. I'm talking of whole brigades raping 14 to 21 year old girls. I'm talking of soldiers setting girls on fire. I'm talking about men open pregnant women to dispatch the baby. I'm talking about torture and murder.

Why? because they dared to talk about politics, because they dared to talk about contraceptives. About feminine issues. For being Left.

It was also a time where the wrong opinion could get you killed, could mean your children being killed. For being brown, for being indio, for being poor. Think of you neighbour accusing you of hearing certain music and your house being raded and your teenage children being taken to a camp to never be seen again. I'm not talking 100 years ago. I'm talking my parents and anyone who is 5 years older than me.

To this day we are extremely affraid of police and the military. The levels of poverty Latam has are hardly something people in first world countries have seen in a years, because the poverty itself has been caused for said countries and their progress. I'm talking whole neighbourhoods of houses made of cardboard while some first world country leaves a bunch of chemical wasteland just right up the corner where we live so they live better.

Two years ago there was a breakout in my country, it was quite famous. You know the first thing the police did?

They raped and hanged a girl on the street. In 2021.

And then comes some random USA/Canadian citizen and calls you "a republican" and "a nazi".

Did I mention after II world war many nazis escaped to latam and formed whole german colonies for either experimenting on humans or create pedophile nets and raping centers? the more you know.

But we are nazis, we are republicans. Despite the fact that that our indigenous people recognize women as adult human females, that indigenous women were hunted down and used historically to be bred by whites colonizers just like them. Despite the fact that most of us are mestizos, that color and class go hand in hand in latam, that we have a culture heavily based on religious intakes of what's women's place and that we shut up when the men talk, because that's macho culture. We are nazis and we are republicans, despite the fact that their fucking country killed thousands of us because we wanted to try left and to hope for something more than extreme poverty. Shit, we've even been called colonizer by some chicano who doesn't even speak spanish. I mean, what are the odds.

But the white men need to speak, the gringo has something to say, they need us to respect their pronouns and go along with their progress. So they packed their bullshit religion and ship it right down the frontera, and now we have to swallow too. Because we are latinas, we live in the backyard, right? what do we know about the experiences of american dudes in skirts.

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 21)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

Several months later...

Eventually, just over three months had passed since your first doctors' visit together and you were now officially 32 weeks pregnant and glowing. You had just passed your first lot of law school exams with flying colors and settled into your new home quite nicely.

Being on your own no longer bothered you and, even despite his newfound relationship with Amanda, Cillian was there for you when you needed him. 

In fact, he became even more attentive, understanding that your due date was getting closer. 

Much to his girlfriend's dislike, he spent several evenings with you after you finished lectures for the day to help you prepare for the arrival of your daughter.

You were extremely grateful for his support and guidance, especially since you lacked support from your family. Your mother had not spoken to you in six months and neither has your father after he learned what you had done. 

You had never imagined that you would end up having a child by yourself at such a young age, but you were determined to give birth to your little one and raise her to the best of your abilities. However, despite your strength and determination, you couldn't help but yearn for companionship.

At times, you missed having someone to share your life with, and it saddened you that Cillian had fallen for another woman.

But then again, you knew that a relationship between you and him would be impossible. After all, he was more than twice your age and you were certain that, at times, he considered you to be immature. 

As such, you never showed your weaknesses to him nor did you beg for his attention. You weren't clingy at all and wanted to show him that you could do this on your own if you had to, even if it was a struggle.

Being emotionally intelligent though, Cillian knew that you were struggling at times and he respected you for trying to hide those moments.

Unbeknownst to you, he was impressed by your resilience and maturity, even when you felt insecure about your young age and if it wasn't for Amanda, he knew that he would probably keep you company more often. 

Amanda, however, made it difficult for him to visit you more than twice a week and, knowing that she didn't particularly like children, you started to worry about whether she would be supportive of the shared custody arrangement you and Cillian had already agreed upon once your daughter was no longer relying on regular breastfeeding. 

After sharing those concerns with Cillian once three weeks ago though, he assured you that, despite her initial hesitations, Amanda had gradually warmed up to the idea of you giving birth to his child.  According to him, she recognized that there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She had come to terms with the fact that Cillian truly cared for you and that he was dedicated to raising his daughter together with you and yet, she appeared to be uncomfortable whenever he came to visit you at your house.

One evening in particular about two weeks ago, she called him several times when he was with you, making it clear that she wanted him to return home sooner rather than later.

This happened on a weekend where she had decided to stay at his house for a few nights while his son Max was with Danielle and, clearly, she wanted to make the most of the opportunity to spend time with him alone.

She had been particularly vocal during their argument that evening and, although you hadn't heard exactly what had been said, you sensed that she might have used threats to try to manipulate his behavior.

By the time Cillian had returned to his house that night in order to give in to Amanda's demands, he had barely managed to explain himself without upsetting you however.  He knew that he owed you an apology for leaving so abruptly that day, but he was also frustrated with Amanda's controlling behavior.

He had tried to tell you that she was merely worried about the relationship they had built together, but you could hear some resentment in his voice that day, making you wonder whether he regretted his recent life choices.

Then, a week after that, a similar incident occurred again. This time, Cillian had invited you over to his place to celebrate passing your exams with a nice dinner he had ordered from your favorite restaurant. 

However, Amanda had caught wind of his plans and unexpectedly showed up at his house, pretending to be wanting to surprise him just as you were sitting down to eat.

She had walked in wearing a corporate style dress and immediately started acting flirtatious towards Cillian. You had remained composed, but deep down, you felt uneasy about the situation.

"I did not realize you have company," she lied after giving him a rather sickening kiss and, without even bothering to acknowledge you, she glanced at her watch.

"Isn't it past your bedtime Y/N?" Amanda then sneered sarcastically, her eyes narrowing at you in a mockery of friendliness. 

"Funny," you retorted coolly, refusing to let her jibe throw you off kilter while Cillian glared at her somewhat angrily as if to put her into her place. 

"Yeah, I thought it was a good joke. No harm intended," she explained herself, feigning innocence as she slid into the chair opposite to you, crossing her legs seductively. Her gaze traveled provocatively up and down your body before landing back on Cillian. She wore a smug smirk on her lips and your jaw tensed involuntarily in response.

"So, what are you celebrating?" she then wanted to know., her tone dripping with sweetness. "If I may ask," she added, casting a mischievous grin at Cillian whose gaze seemed to grow cold as ice.

"I passed my exam and Cillian was nice enough to invite me over for dinner," you explained calmly, hoping to diffuse the mounting tension.

"Oh great, which subjects?" Amanda asked, feigning interest. "I remember studying law back when you actually had to work hard for good grades," she joked, casting a sidelong glance at Cillian. "Nowadays, there seems to be an influx of law school graduates which indicates to me that, clearly, obtaining a bachelor's degree isn't so hard anymore," she snarked, looking pointedly at you.

"Well," Cillian interjected, growing increasingly irritated with Amanda's provocative banter. "You can say whatever you want but Y/N studied hard and got 92% which I think is a pretty decent achievement," he defended you, his gaze locking onto Amanda's with fire.

"Oh, of course. I am sorry. It is a great achievement, especially in her condition," Amanda conceded grudgingly, her gaze flicking briefly towards your protruding belly before returning to Cillian.

"My condition?" you repeated incredulously, your gaze darting between Amanda and Cillian. "What does my pregancy have to do with my academic success?" you demanded, your voice rising with indignation.

"Oh, I meant no offense," Amanda apologized nonchalantly, her tone belying her true intentions. "After all, you are still quite young and it must be tough balancing studies while going through pregnancy and all," she shrugged, casting a sympathetic glance at you.

"It is impressive that you manage to juggle so much responsibility," she continued to patronize you, her tone implying that she believed the feat unlikely.

"Yeah, you know what, I think I should go," you finally stood up, unable to stand the insinuations anymore. 

"You haven't even touched your food?" Amanda asked suddenly, gesturing to the untouched plate in front of you. 

"I guess my condition made me nauseous now, so I shall give dinner a miss tonight," you responded with a tight smile, gathering your belongings swiftly.

"I'll see you later, Cillian," you added, shooting him a meaningful glance before stepping out of the house.

Outside, the cold winter air hit you like a slap in the face, sending a sharp chill down your spine. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to hold them back, but you refused to break down. You needed to prove to everyone, including yourself, that you could handle this situation gracefully.

With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and marched down the driveway, ignoring the painful throbbing in your lower back but, just as you reached Cillian's car, sitting idly in the driveway, you heard a familiar voice from behind. 

"Wait Y/N," Cillian called out, his footsteps echoing loudly against the frost-covered pavement.

"Don't," you mumbled, fighting back tears as you spun around to face him even though you hoped that he wouldn't see you like this. Weak and crying.

The sight of Cillian rushing towards you, lips pinched tightly, filled you with a strange mix of relief and apprehension. "I'm okay," you insisted weakly, wiping away the stray tear that escaped your eye.

"No, you are not," Cillian countered firmly, reaching out to cup your cheeks tenderly. "And you don't have to pretend that everything is alright," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes brimming with concern.

"Let me walk you home at least," he offered, taking your hand into his, his touch comforting.

"You don't have to. It's just a short distance Cillian. I will be fine," you reassured him, noting how close your new house was to his.

"I know," he argued, his grip tightening around your hand. "But I insist on walking you home," he declared adamantly, his gaze holding yours firmly.

"Okay," you relented softly, allowing him to lead you through the crisp, snow-kissed streets.

As you walked side by side, the silence between you grew deafening until Cillian broke it.

"Amanda can be incredibly manipulative," he admitted, his voice quivering with frustration. "But I assure you that she means well," he added hastily, as if sensing your skepticism.

"Is that why she constantly belittles me?" you challenged quietly, your gaze fixated on the icy path beneath your feet. "Because she means well?" you repeated, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"There might be some jealousy at play here," Cillian sighed ruefully, his grip tightening around your hand. "I don't think Amanda is coping well with the fact that you are having my child," he confided, his gaze boring into yours. "She says that she is okay with it and has accepted it, but I don't necessarily think that this is true," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

"Well, she has to learn how to live with it and I think that it will become difficult for all of us, including our daughter, if she cannot cope with this kind of situation," you reasoned pragmatically, trying to distract yourself from the hurtful exchanges earlier.

"I agree," Cillian concurred somberly, his grip tightening around your hand. "But I think that she will come around eventually once she realizes that you are no threat to her," he surmised, his gaze drifting towards the twinkling stars overhead.

"I hope so," you sighed wistfully, your gaze trailing along the icy path. "I only wish for us to get along," you affirmed, your voice laced with sadness.

"I think that you should focus on preparing for Baby Mara's arrival instead of worrying about that," Cillian reassured you, his voice softening. "We will find a way to make things work and I can assure you that Mara will always come first for me. Her and Max, of course," he promised, his gaze meeting yours tenderly.

"I promise I won't leave either of you hanging for a woman," he added earnestly, pulling you into his arms gently.

"I know," you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude.

"Thank you, Cillian," you murmured, your voice shaking slightly. "Thank you for being there for me," you reiterated, your fingers entwining in his.

"You don't need to thank me, Y/N," he replied sincerely, his embrace tightening around you as you approached your house.

"I am the one who should be thankful that you decided to carry my child," he emphasized, his voice cracking slightly. "Despite everything going on in our lives, you still chose to trust me and I am forever grateful for that," he confessed, his gaze holding yours intensely as you unlocked the door.

"Will you come inside?" you invited him tentatively, hoping that he would accept your offer.

"Not tonight," he declined gently, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "But. I will be there on Monday night to put together this ridiculous Ikea Cot you bought," he chuckled you, his gaze holding yours tenderly. "I promise," he added, stepping back to allow you to enter.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered huskily, leaving you standing in the doorway, gazing longingly at your retreat. "Sleep well," he murmured, disappearing into the darkness.

To be continued...

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[harveybwabbit92]

{A pregnant R/n gets a knock on her door and finds a nervous little girl standing there, R/n has no idea who this kid is.]

R/n: Hello, Are you selling cookies or something?

Little Girl: Miss R/n it's me.

R/n: Me?

Little Girl: Ultraseven 21...

R/n, blinks: Why are you here?

21: It's my day to keep an eye on you.

R/n, weirded out: And you choose to take the form of 6 year old girl to do that?

21: She's 8 actually, but I wasn't trying to use her as my host, my target was her father but he picked her up as I made the jump and ended up like this...

R/n: Right, If I recall you and Neos aren't supposed to directly interact with me unless Belial has done something to break the deal he made with father of ultra or if I'm immediate danger, so is my husband under arrest? Or is someone trying to kill me?

21: Neither. In fact, I am in need of your help. When I accidentally took possession of the little one, I noticed something... unsettling.

21: She's was being spied on. At first it was subtle; I would see a car or man wandering the areas the child frequented...I tried tell the adults about it but they shrugged it off as her imagination. And today that strange man I noticed tried to follow us from school; Normally this wouldn't be a problem for me. I mean. But this child's form is too weak for me to maneuver around in; I don't want to risk harming her.

{21 hands her a cat paw shape tag with a phone number on it.]

R/n: Do you want to come sit inside while I call the cops and her parents?

21: *nods*

[21 sat patiently for the girl's parents to arrive, he made a good show of running up to the girl's mother and hugging her while this was happening R/n notices a small ball of light leaving the girl and enter the body of one of the police officers who arrived with the girl's parents, The officer adjusted his hat and uniform before giving R/n a little nod and wandering off.

Apparently the man that followed 21's temp host was a relative of the girl's father that had been hired by her grandmother (father's mother) to kidnap the girl after the father had cut the family off for abusing his wife.]

(Neos and Ultraseven 21 are in the surveillance and investigations unit for the galactic security agency; they work under Ultraman Zoffy and often go under deep cover they change their hosts appearance regularly, especially 21 he can take any form he wishes; all varying in age and gender.)

[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 21 - Christmas Movies

What to Watch

Pairing: Husband!Marcus Pike x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Word count: 863

Tags/Warnings: no warnings, just fluff! no use of y/n or reader description other than her being preggo, sweet nicknames, sweet feels, reader and Marcus have two kids, good dad marcus pike, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Marcus never fails to save the day

A/N: This is a cute one! I love the family dynamic when it comes to Pedro characters. Maybe it stems from the fact that I want to give him ten kids. Hope you enjoy this Christmasy fluff!

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You’ve been trying to get a movie started for half an hour now. 

It’s a Friday night—family movie night. It’s the last Friday before Christmas, so everyone’s decided to watch a holiday movie. Unfortunately, Marcus is running late, and neither of your children can agree on something to watch. 

“Honey,” you start, trying to reason with your daughter. “How about we watch Thomas’s movie tonight, and then tomorrow, we’ll watch another?” 

Louisa crosses her arms as she pouts, looking absolutely pissed for a seven year old. 

“But Mama, I want to watch my mov–”

“I want the train!” Thomas interrupts her whinilly. You sigh, watching as your four year old’s outburst causes another round of bickering. 

Frankly, even though your daughter is dead-set on watching Barbie in the Nutcracker, you agree that it sounds better than The Polar Express. It may be a classic, but it’s always creeped you out. 

Your strategy right now though is to try to convince your daughter to do the ‘big sister thing’ and let her younger brother have his way just for tonight. 

“Alright, guys,” you say gently after a moment, attempting to slow their arguing. You have no idea what to do to convince either one of them at this point. “How abou—”

Just then, the door opens, and your entire body sags with relief. It’s almost comedic, the way you hadn’t realized you’d been so tense. 

“Daddy!” the kids yell in unison, already making a dash for the front door. Despite your stress, you smile as you hear an ‘oof’ that must be from Marcus getting pounced on by two children. 

You come in a few seconds after them, one hand balanced on your protruding stomach as you lean against the doorway. Marcus has already dropped his work things to kneel down and embrace his kids. 

“Hello my angels, have you been good for your mother today?” He glances up at you with a knowing look, having heard all about their behavior today over text. They’ve been rowdy since they got off school for Christmas break, but you can’t blame them. 

You’ll admit that you love how exciting this time of year is for them, even if it means they’re a bit naughty. The magic won’t last forever, afterall. 

You bite your lip to conceal a laugh as Thomas and Lou give each other a knowing look of their own. At least they can agree on something. Marcus hms thoughtfully as he starts to stand. 

“Let me give your mother a kiss, and then we can talk about what to watch,” he says, rubbing both of their heads. 

You smile and take a step toward your husband to wrap your arms around him. He grabs your hips gently as he gives you a soft kiss. 

“You’re doing so good, Momma,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. “Why don’t you let me deal with this while you go sit down for a minute.” 

You smile at him gratefully, breathing in his scent as he embraces you. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, planting a kiss on his cheek before pulling away to track back into the living room. 

As you sit, you close your eyes and focus on Marcus talking to your children. He’s such a good dad, you have no idea how he does it. 

It’s not long before the three of them are trailing in behind you, the kids snuggling up with you as Marcus takes The Polar Express out of its case and puts it into the DVD player. 

He gets it set up and presses play before toeing his shoes off and sliding behind you on the couch, near the armrest. He gently tugs you back so that you’re tucked comfortably against him, the children resting on you as you stroke Lou’s hair and Thomas’s back. 

Marcus slides his arms around you, linking his hands above your belly and slightly under your swollen breasts to alleviate some pressure. You sigh, relaxing further into him. 

You tilt your head back slightly as the movie begins, giving Marcus a lingering kiss. 

“How did you do it?” you whisper with a slight giggle. You feel him shrug behind you. 

“Just told them we would watch both movies tonight.”

You shake your head and huff a laugh through your nose. You both know neither of them have the energy to even stay up for the duration of one. 

Thomas is already snoring within about ten minutes, and Lou is well on her way. Halfway through the movie, Marcus carefully gets up and carries them individually to their rooms. 

“Poor guys are exhausted,” he laughs, dipping down to slot your lips against yours again. You chuckle in agreement. It’s been a long day of bickering. 

You’re about to open your mouth to speak when Marcus scoops you up just like he had your children, making you squeal as quietly as you can as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

He carries you bridal style to your room and lays you down on the bed before getting in next to you. Tucked within his loving embrace, you’re out like a light quicker than the kids were.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Can I have 21 Turning points in their life + 22 People who’ve influenced them greatly with headcanons for Dwight Hendrickson?

This poor man has had so much tragedy in his life:

Joining the Military - has always wanted to serve his country

His Trouble activating midbattle - severely injured, didn't think he was going to make it.

Recovering in Germany from the bulletwounds - this was such a long hard struggle for him to recover and rehab esp alone.

Medical discharge - completely lost his place in the world.

Having it out with his father about his Trouble - feels completely betrayed by the fact his father would rather risk his son's life than tell him about the Trouble.

Meeting Lizzie's mother Veronica and having having a casual/messy relationship with her. - He was in a bad place after the forced discharge from the military, he had no idea where he was landing so drank alot to cope.

Discovering Veronica is pregnant and getting sober so he could raise the child, giving her money for support.

Finding his new daughter left on his doorstep because Veronica didn't want her.

Being the ultimate girl dad and moving back to Haven.

Joining the Guard

The night they ordered him to kill a Troubled person because they refused to relocate.

The day Lizzie died because of it.

The funeral - Veronica did not even come to her down daughter's funeral. He goes back to drinking for a while to cope with his guilt.

Garland reaches out and despite himself he helps out, that's the first positive change he makes after Lizzie's death.

Meeting Alex during clean up duty, and seeing how despite her very messed up history, she still gets up everyday and tries to make a difference. It inspired him to try to do more too.

Learning the truth about Alex's history with her mother and the Rev, he was touched by how much she trusted him in that moment.

Finally revealing his feelings, it's the first time in decades he has let someone in, the first time he's been in love and its the first time he's felt worthy of affection.

[devoted1989]

the worst facts about factory farms

While it might be tempting to believe the meat on your plate comes from an idyllic childhood version of a family farm the reality is very different.

Today the vast majority of our meat and eggs come from large - scale operations, what are often called “factory farms.” 

In the U.S., more than 21 000 of these industrial operations raise billions of animals each year to satisfy our insatiable demand for cheap meat and eggs.

So just what is a factory farm? And why is the most common source for meat and dairy in this country so bad for animals?

They were created on the assumption that the ‘factory’ concept could be applied to animal farming. It refers to a method of breeding and raising farmed animals for food with the goal of maximizing production and minimizing costs.

This approach comes at the expense of animals, who are treated as commodities. To house such a large number of animals, these farms intensively confine them to small spaces such as cages or crates.

They are unable to carry out their natural behaviours. Most spend their lives inside a shed - never to feel the sunlight or breathe fresh air.

This is the reality for farmed animals used for meat, dairy and eggs.

On factory farms, animals live brief lives filled with cruelty and suffering. Pigs and chickens live as long as just a few weeks to several months.

Dairy cows live longer, but spend most of their lives standing for hours on concrete floors.

Here are some of the most striking examples of animal suffering on factory farms:

1. Dairy farms kill baby cows.

About half of all calves born on dairy farms are killed simply because they are born male and can’t produce milk. These unwanted male calves are slaughtered for veal at anywhere from a couple of weeks to just under a year old.  

Others are sold at auction - destined for feedlots, also known as concentrated animal feeding operations (CAFOs).

2. Cages the size of a piece of paper.

In the U.S., around 80 percent of layer hens are still kept in battery cages typically sized anywhere from 67 to 86 square inches per bird or less than a standard sized sheet of printer paper.

3. Chickens killed for meat often can’t stand.

In 1920 the average chicken was slaughtered at 112 days old weighing just over 2 pounds. Fast forward and the average chicken is now slaughtered at around only 47 days but now weighing nearly 6 pounds.

That rapid growth and extreme size can eventually cause chickens raised for meat, also called “broiler chickens,” to become unable to stand on their own. 

4. Mutilations are common on pig and egg farms.

In the U.S., baby piglets are typically castrated and their tails are docked to prevent tail - biting outbreaks at just a few days old — without anesthesia.

Overcrowding, forced - lighting and unnatural feeding causes a great deal of stress to factory chickens.

These otherwise peaceful birds start attacking and hurting each other. To minimise this behaviour farmers routinely cut off the chicken’s beak. This practice is called ‘debeaking’. Debeaked birds suffer acute and chronic pain in their beaks, heads and faces.

5. Pregnant pigs are confined to small crates.

The standard housing system for pregnant pigs are gestation crates usually 7 ft by 2 ft. These crates provide only enough space for the animal to stand, sit and lay down but not enough room to turn around.

About a week before she is due to give birth, the mother pig is moved to a farrowing crate that allows her piglets access for feeding, yet these are no bigger.

The pork industry continues to insist farrowing crates are necessary to prevent mother pigs from crushing their piglets, despite the existence alternative systems. 

6. Male chicks are surplus to the egg industry.

They are killed on the day of their birth by maceration or suffocation. Worldwide, around 7 billion male chicks are culled each year in the egg industry.

If you want to reduce the amount of suffering caused by what’s on your plate, choose peace - choose vegan.

Sources: Sentient Media, Animal Equality and United Poultry Concerns.

Images with kind permission from Lindsay Leigh Lewis.

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[astrologicalwarrior]

The Wanderer Series

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer,  resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got seven of them.

On October 1st, 1989, Anabell Nicholson woke up feeling the same as she always did. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, the sun was shining as it always did. The leaves swayed in the wind as usual. It was a normal Sunday, so Anabell proceeded to her routine as usual. She stretched before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood and walked to the bathroom to get ready for her day.  Anabell took the same path she always did to church. She entered the same church she always did. She praised the Lord with the same devotion as usual. At 11:58 AM she stood as always to approach the front. At 11:59 she turned to face the priest as usual. At 12:00 PM she dropped to the floor clutching her now round belly in pain. Now that was unusual.

 On October 1st 1989, Tabitha took her first breath and screamed. 

Since then she never stopped.

Since the day she was born, Tabitha’s mother knew there was something different about her. For starters, the fact that Tabitha was even born was unbelievable and quite frankly, impossible. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, Anabelle firmly believed in no sex before marriage, so imagine her surprise when in the middle of Sunday's sacrament she gave birth to a baby girl with bright blue eyes. 

It’s not that Anabell did not want to be a mother, she just did not plan to be a 21 year old unmarried virgin mother but she believed that this was God’s will. So when an older gentleman named Sir Reginald Hargreeves offered her thousands of dollars for her child, she declined. The thought of selling her miracle child that the Lord blessed her with seemed like an ultimate disrespect. Instead she decided to raise the young girl, with the help of her church, to be a good God fearing woman. 

She tried her best. Lord she really did but when Tabitha hit the age of 4 and her eyes started to glow she started to question if this child was really a gift from God or a curse from the Devil himself. She tried to ignore the gold glow of her eyes, she tried to rationalize when that same glow started to appear on the young girl's hand. She could not ignore when that same glow appeared in others eyes when Tabitha was around, how those that were affected by the same glow that Tabitha possessed would then seem to be under Tabitha’s command. She did the only thing she could think of to help her child. She called a priest.

Tabitha remembers the day she turned 9 like it happened yesterday. She remembers the feel of the rope around her wrist and ankles. The way her drenched hair was plastered to her forehead after the priest threw the holy water. The way she screamed for her mother while he yelled at her in a language she did not understand. She remembered how dry her mouth was, the way that her bones ached from being kept in the same position for days. She remembers the relife she felt once she was released. At 16 she finds herself in the same predicament except this time, she snaps.

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Lee Know smut/ stray kids/16+

Y/N :21

Lee Know: 25

you are studying in a school with two of you best friends Yeji and Heeseung. Yeji is in your class while Heeseung is your senior.

Yeji has a very popular brother, his name is Lee know.

You always hang out at yeji's house, and you cant deny the fact that you have a huge as crush on Lee Know.

So one day at school;

Y/N: Hey bitch and moron

Yeji and Heeseung: Yas bitch!

Yeji: Wait guys by the way I made this like a Karaoke and movie corner at my house, wanna come by today?

Y/N: of course yeah

Heeseung: yassss?

Y/N: ok then, we'll come by at 7

*Fast forward at Yeji's house*

Y/N and Heeseung came together

Yeji: Hey guys! My brother's here don't mind him

Y/N: seriously! Why didn't you tell me before?Then I would't have come!

Yeji: You dumb bitch. You think that I'll tell you knowing that you won't come then?Anyway, let's go enjoy

Author POV: since you entered the house Lee know has been looking at you, burning with jealousy seeing Y/N being close with Heeseung.

*Few hours later*

Y/N: yo guys! I think that I'm a bit tired. I'm gonna go lie down. Yeji I'm taking your room, bye.

Yeji: Wait Y/N I changed my room.

Author POV: Y/N didn't hear a word Yeji said as she went away.

Y/N entered a room and she removed her top out of habit.

Lee Know POV: I came out of the bath just to see Y'N lying on my bed, that too ONLY IN HER BRA. OMG! She looks so hot. Ahh! her shoulders and collarbone is killing me. Moreover she was wearing pants which defined her curves. I looked down to see my dick standing up. I couldn't control it, I got soo horny.

Y/N POV: I was sleeping peacefully until someone disturbed me. I looked around just to see LEE LNOW. Wait a Minute this ain't Yeji's room. He looked at me so lustfully coming closer, he removed his bathrobe.

Author POV: Lee Know couldn't control anymore. He removed his bathrobe and came next to Y/N only to see her awake. He stared into her eyes lustfully. He lost it when she started looking at him confused and innocently. He connected his lips with her.

Y/N POV: Suddenly he kissed me, I felt shivers run down my spine as I felt his lips on mine. I didn't know what to do but he suddenly pinched my waist making me moan. he took the chance to enter his tongue in my mouth. I started kissing him back.

He suddenly felt her kissing him back so he took it as an approval and stopped kissing her.

He quickly undressed himself and her.

And then he started kissing her neck and collarbone leaving his love marks.

He then suddenly entered three of his fingers into her vagina. She started moaning like a mess. Each sound that left her mouth made him more horny. He then started teasing her pussy with his tongue. And then started eating her out.

Y/N: L-lee k-kn-ow-yah, d-don-t, aahh~

He suddenly entered his big cock into me without any warning

Lee Know: Oh babygirl. How dare you call daddy by his name? Daddy's gonna punish you.

He started thrusting into you very hardly and roughly

Y/N: D-D-dad-dy, p-plea-se go s-slow ahh

He started going way fasterr without a rubber and he finally released his seeds into you. Then he started thusting slowly again almost as if trying to get you pregnant and he fell on to your side.

Lee Know: I love you~

Y/N: I love you too but I love your dick and sperm way moore

Lee Know: OH is that so babygirl? Then don't worry you can haveit in your mouth, pussy, boobs and everywhere.

Y/N: ok daddy. I'll go washup now

Lee Know; Where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you. Saying that he hovered over you again. Releasing 2 shots of cum in your mouth, 1 on boobs, 1 on face and 4 in your vagina

[behoright]

I would die for kids night with boyfriend or husband KK 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

kids night with husband! KK

warnings: smut! breeding/pregnancy

- wrjocnerjkwriwr so you got married quite young

- you’ve been dating since you were in high school and have known each other since you were kids

- the universe always seemed to bring you guys together so you were able to always be physically close no matter where he moved

- and he really took that as a sign to put his all in this relationship

- there’s never any wavering from either of you

- everything has always worked out for you two

- so you got engaged when you were 20-21

- and everyone was SO happy

- it just made sense

- you’re newlyweds and are doing very well you’re really excited to build a life together

- right after the wedding you got off birth control teehee

- you’re not tryingggg not really but if it happens you’d be very happy

- kids night comes around and

- you’ve babysat some of the teammates before together and tbh

- had such a good time

- kk loves babies SO much and babies just seem to love him every. single. time.

- must be his smile

- he’s very good w them and v gentle

- roughs around w the older kids the most. Soooo many play fights

- so you’re excited to see all the kids and especially all the lil fans

- the guys will chirp him a lil bit when you’re all mingling before the game

- “so…. are you guys trying yet?”

- if he gets chirped by another dad he’ll be honest but if it’s one of the single guys he will just smile and stay! quiet!

- ends up having a really good conversation with some of the parents while he watches you help some of the smaller kids walk on the ice safely

-watching him lift up Burnzie’s kid during the surge there was so cute

- and a reminder that deep down he’s a kid at heart too

- that night tho when you get home

- you’re making out in your bed before going to sleep

- he’ll tell you

- “baby, I think I’m really ready”

- he tells you how he realized today that he really does want to be a dad and just like you’ve always done you’re going to figure out the best way to be parents

- “Should we start trying?”

- “I really want to, babe. I want to see you as a mom.”

- you both smile before he instantly attacks you and throws you down on the bed

- you fuck hard that night but nothing too much out of the norm tbh apart from the fact that he bottoms out as much as he can when he cums

- as the days start going by tho….

- “I read twice a day is the best to get pregnant, baby.”

- sjdhsudh he’s so involved and he’s so sweet

- and you can tell it turns him on bc the more you have sex the more energized he seems

- he can fuck for HOURS

- and starts telling you a lot during sex

- “I want it, I want it so bad” while he’s jackhammering into you the headboard banging against the wall his eyes are SHUT in concentration

- “I can still feel the cum from last night inside you, baby, fuck”

- he loves to do missionary bc he feels like he can get the deepest

- you see his arms tense with sweat dripping down his muscles before he leans back and moves your legs so he’s gripping the inside of your thighs

- leaning his weight on your thighs and he��s going all the way inside every time his balls slapping against your ass so hard

- he’d only move his hands to rub your clit and make sure you cum more than once

- he’ll keep you in that position after you’re done to make sure it “all stays inside”

- kk breathes REALLY hard when he’s horny like really really hard

- “I love that I get to fuck you and have you like this”

- “I love that you threw away those pills as soon as we left for our honeymoon”

- “I know you need me, baby. I know you need more cum inside you.”

- “I’ll give it all to you, doll, all of it deep in your tummy until it grows with my baby in it.”

- all in between huffs and puffs

- you spend your day replaying the deep grunts he does when he cums

- he loves to try and get you pregnant so much that tbh you don’t know how you’re going to tell him you missed your period on month 2 of trying………..

- you hope he loves pregnancy sex just as much 🥰🤷🏻‍♀️

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Multiple Births

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Submitted context (including spoilers) and propaganda under the line

Ellen and Elliot : While they are twins, they aren't technically "same-birth" because Ellen was a duplicate of a gender-bent Elliot created by a magical artifact.

So, for context, one day Elliot got hit with a magical beam of "turns-you-into-a-hot-girl". In an attempt to disenchant Elliot using the magical artifact the "dewitchery diamond" the enchantment on him was actually extracted and transformed into a whole new person with an entirely new soul: a girl named Ellen, who has all of Elliot's memories, but is her own person. Ellen later gets a second set of fake childhood memories from a non-existent dream alternate universe where, among other things, she was raised as a girl, which helps her personality grow beyond just being a female duplicate of Elliot. All of this to say that the answers to the question "is Ellen Trans?" is "by any real-world definition, technically no. But beyond that, yes, very much so". (Side note: Elliot would later figure out that's he's "gender casual", in part because of Ellen asking him "haven't you ever wondered about the fact that I was able to adjust to being a girl so easily despite having all of your memories?")

Anyways, Elliot immediately viewed Ellen as his sister, and Elliot's parents immediately accepted Ellen as their daughter. Elliot/Ellen's friend Tedd's dad (who works for the part of the government that covers-up the existence of magic & hides it from most of society) used his authority/resources to make it so that all legal documentation says that Ellen is Elliot's twin sister, with the "official" cover-story that:

Mr. And Mrs. Dunkel couldn't afford to support themselves and two children, and could barely afford to keep one (Which. Technically, would have been accurate [since we later find out Mrs. Dunkel had to drop-out of college at 21 when she got pregnant with Elliot]). As a result, Ellen wound up in foster care. Now that the family is financially secure, she's been reunited with them

Regarding the "They fall in love with the same person" cliché, at the start of the comic, Elliot was dating Tedd's cousin Nanase. However, unbeknownst to both Elliot & Nanase at the time, Nanase was actually a Lesbian. Even though she really liked him as a person and they got along really well, she just wasn't interested in him romantically and was going through the motions trying to make the relationship work. She broke up with him when she realized that he had unresolved feelings with one of his childhood friends, because she knew he would be too passive to act on those feelings himself.

Flash forward to the storyline of Ellen's creation, and picture this: You're Nanase, you've recently broken up with the person who was the closest you've been able to get to really feeling something romantic for a guy, and after telling your gay best friend Justin this fact, he starts needling you about the about the possibility that you might be a lesbian, which you deny. But lo and behold, you are face to face with someone who is literally just said ex-boyfriend, but a super hot girl. You get close because you are one of the only people able to comfort her through the very traumatic experience of "being brought into existence with only memories of a life that aren't your own". And you feel things with her that you've never felt before.

Long-story-short, Nanase and Ellen develop mutual feelings for each other, confess said feelings, and become a couple."

Taylor and Tyler : They are each other's whole family (well their mother is alive but not very present since the death of their father). As of the last chapter, one might end up being used as a tragic backstory for the other.