#''was it after your husband died and you realized you were pregnant you decide to find a safer life for your future kin

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Pitiful, You're Pitiful

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ch. i

group : ateez

pairing : aged up!wooyoung × aged up!reader

genre : angst, mature, smut

word count : 2.9 k

warning : adultery, cheating, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of loss, negative depiction of wooyoung

a/n : happy new year !!

From your own experience, life is hard. Especially marriages.

Growing up, your mother and grandmother told you to beware of men, of their lips especially be it their kisses or their words. You never quite understood why until you found out what kind of a man your grandfather actually was. Sure, he died surrounded by the people who loves him but as it turns out, those were the people who had decided to forgive him for cheating on his wife.

After learning that, you began finding faults in your family, anything that could make sense as to why your grandpa cheated in the first place. Was it his kids? Was it really his wife? Was it just the fact that he had no self-control? Maybe it was a little bit of everything accumulating until it became too much. So you decide that when you find the man you want to marry and finally settle down, you'll do whatever you can to keep your husband happy and safe. Of course, when you met your husband Wooyoung, you told him about your fear of marriage, and what it can do to people and their relationship. Coming from a good family, Wooyoung couldn't quite understand your worries but nevertheless, he assured you that you didn't have to do anything to make him happy, you just had to be yourself.

You both married young, as soon as you graduated university. You were 21 and in love and didn't want to waste anymore time apart. He was starting his career as a professional dancer and you wanted a chance to travel with him as you worked remotely at a PR firm. But of course, when you got pregnant you stopped travelling with him as stability is better for babies and it sucked for you because Wooyoung's career had just taken off with him getting booked for gigs all over the country and even landing himself a year contract to tour with an idol. Your last semblance of personal life died the moment you gave birth to your first child as you weren't able to juggle the stress of being a PR and a young mother with your husband absent for most of the time. Even with your and his mom's help, things were still hard and maybe it was because he wasn't there and your anxiety got the best of you. But each time he came home, so excited and so in love with you and your child, your anxiety dissipates and it was then that you realized that your marriage wasn't like the failed ones you had heard. Wooyoung was away most of the time but he was still head over heels for you. So that reassured you, that was how you know you had found the perfect, committed husband.

Now, however, 16 years later, things seemed to change.

"Mom?"

You jolted slightly and turned from looking out the window to see your 14-year-old daughter standing in the middle of the staircase. "Dayoung," you called out, clearing your throat as you put the glass of wine on the coffee table next to you, "What are you doing up, sweetie?" You asked as you offered her a smile. Even through the darkness of the living room, you could see her eyes flit from your face to the wine glass and back up to your face again, "What are YOU doing up?" She asked, crossing her arms. You weren't surprised at her curt words, she had always been rather... snippy with you ever since she became a teenager.

It was no surprise that when you gave birth to her, Wooyoung doted on her a lot. After all, she was your first born and she just looked so much like Wooyoung which was his proudest accomplishment. Until your second child was born, that is, which was double his proudest accomplishment. Different from her little brother who is just 5 years old, Dayoung grew up without Wooyoung around much. But whenever he was in town, the two were inseparable, they're each other's partners in crime and Dayoung loved the fact that she always had fun with her dad. You, however, were the disciplinarian, a role you were forced to take because a child can't have two fun parents and what were you supposed to do when Dayoung refused to take a bath after deciding to play in the mud outside? What were you supposed to do when she refused to eat her vegetables? To her, you were the bad guy, the villain, the party pooper, the wet blanket. And you made peace with that, you made peace with your own child vilifying you so bad that she told her 5-year-old brother to be careful with you because you're not going to let him have fun. You let her believe whatever she wants because she grew up to be a very smart girl who is independent, assertive, opinionated, and brave. Sure, she used her qualities against you, but you liked to think that it just meant that she was comfortable enough with you to be like that.

"I'm..." your words trailed slightly when you saw a car nearing your house only for it to drive past, making you let out a sigh of disappointment, "Waiting for your dad," you turned back to her and shrugged, "Now you." Dayoung rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. It pained you that she was being rather disrespectful, but you weren't about to make an issue of that at 2 am. She even made a show of making eye contact with you as she swallowed the cold water before obnoxiously tossing her used glass to the sink. "Woohyun wanted to pee but you weren't there for him which is not a surprise," she smiled sarcastically before stomping her way back up to her room.

You absolutely love the kid but sometimes you do wonder why she seems to love to torture you with her attitude. To distract yourself, you downed the last bit of wine in your glass before approaching the sink to wash the glasses you and Dayoung used. It had become a habit, cleaning, a way to take control over things you can't really control no matter how much you want things to be in order. You hate being so helpless, wanting to have a good life but not knowing how to achieve it without being perceived as naive, juvenile, or even selfish.

The task had taken over your mind so much that you didn't notice the sound of the front door opening and closing. When you looked up, your heart skipped a beat from what you saw. There he stood, your husband with a bright smile on his face, looking so lovable with his hoodie and sweatpants, making his boyish charm shine even more even through the darkness of the room.

"Hey there, wifey, what are you doing so late? Did you miss me?" he chuckled, making a show of posing at the entrance of the kitchen, making you giggle and shake your head. "Yeah, sure, I miss your stinky self so bad that I stay up hours after putting Dayoung down to sleep," you teased, drying your hands on the towel tied on one of the drawers' handles. Wooyoung faked a gasp and lunged at you, making you squeal and take off to the other side in hopes that you could avoid his grasp. Despite it being so late in the night, you both still ran around the kitchen happily trying to shush one another half-heartedly. Even when Wooyoung managed to grab you and pulled you down on the couch, you couldn't stop giggling out of sheer happiness. You just loved him so much and being in his arms was the best thing you've ever felt.

"..ey? Hey, (y/n)!"

You jolted slightly and blinked twice, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. In front of you, your husband stood by the kitchen doorway like you saw moments before. But he wasn't wearing his hoodie and sweatpants nor did his youthful smile there. He was aged up and wearing attire fit for a young businessman. You remembered that you had put the outfit out for him earlier in the morning; a black knitted sweater with a navy blazer and matching pants. He had asked for you to pick the outfit for him because he was supposed to meet up with investors who want to open another branch of his dance academy in another city.

"Why are you spacing out like that?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow at you. Though he was asking about you, his voice lacked genuine concern or sympathy. It was almost as if he was only asking as a formality. You push those thoughts to the side however and smiled up at him, "It's nothing, honey, I-" Before you could even finish your sentence, Wooyoung's gaze averted back to his phone as he let out a sound that was supposed to simply acknowledge your answer so that he could simply walk away. He had done it multiple times before and lately more frequently, but the sight of his back on you never got easier to see. It hurts because it felt like he was trying to push you away, not letting you get too close to either share yourself with him or even ask him to share himself with you. You wondered what happened to the both of you. It had been a while since he was like this and you have no idea how to fix it.

But still, you weren't the type to just give up. There is no way in hell would you just throw your hands up carelessly and leave things in the hands of fate. Screw that.

Knowing Wooyoung, he would spend his first moments back sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his dirty outfit, answering people he couldn't answer before because he was driving. You took this as a chance for you to get close to your husband, and spend all the time you can spend together because, during the day, he would be busy with work, running an academy with his partners and shouldering the responsibilities of being the sole breadwinner and father which he absolutely loves. On the other hand, you were busy being a stay-at-home mom. Taking the kids to school, making sure they have their lunches, running errands, paying bills, being active in the PTA as how the private school expect mothers to do, making sure Dayoung go to her hakwon by using public transportation while you take Woohyun to his after school activities on the other side, and sometimes you even help Wooyoung's mom around. You barely had time for yourself or your husband and you truly felt bad for it.

You closed the door to your shared bedroom, not surprised that your husband barely reacted but you let it go, you didn't want to focus on that. "So..." You started, going to your side of the bed to turn the lamp off before sitting down, "I saw my friend Eunyoung today, it was the first time since she had her second child. We went to the salon because her mother finally convinced her to leave the child with her and it actually took Eunyoung an hour to finally leave her house." Wooyoung let out a hum of acknowledgement while his eyes were still glued onto his screen, and a smirk played on his face. For some reason, that smirk made you feel uneasy but you swallowed the feeling down, you were on a mission and you were not about to back down just because your gut decided that something was wrong. "I-it got me thinking," whilst unsuspecting, you crawled on the bed towards your husband before you rest your head on his back as your arms wrapped around his waist, making him freeze in surprise, "I... Want to try for a third again," you confessed. Whatever you expect his reaction to be, a scoff and a shove to your arms were not on the list. "Are you crazy?" He stood up before turning to look at you, "You've had your hands full with Dayoung and Woohyun, why would you want more? I thought we agreed after the last time that two were enough?" He was talking to you as if you were careless or crazy and it made your gut twist. The form of your shoulders visibly dropped in disappointment as you look up at him, "That was almost a year ago, honey, I'm fine now," you ensured.

It had been almost a year since you lost your third child. You never even got to know the gender of the baby. You never even got to know how you lost the baby because not even the doctors know. The both of you went into the doctor's office one day, happy and hopeful and when you came out, you were followed by the echoing voice that there was no heartbeat and that it could happen for no reason. You were such a wreck after that, you shut yourself from everyone and Wooyoung had to jump in and take care of you and your kids whilst also dealing with his grief. After all, it was his idea that you reluctantly agreed to. But when you finally overcame your depression over the loss, you had hoped to see that your husband would be glad for you but instead, he drifted further until you got to this point.

Wooyoung was still simply staring at you in disbelief and you think he realized that something was wrong with you, you had something going on in your mind. No matter the situation, one thing that never changed from Wooyoung was how easily he can read you. "I know... You wanted to have another child, Wooyoung, I do and I think you still have not let go of the one we lost and that's why you've been pulling away from me this past year and I'm so done with that, really," You felt your cheeks burn to your eyes and tears well up to the point of almost spilling, but you willed yourself not to. Hearing this, Wooyoung's eyebrows furrowed and his arms folded in front of his chest, "But I have, (y/n), I... Accepted that we lost that one a long time ago and there is no way we can bring that one back." "So then I don't know what's wrong with us! After almost 20 years being together, 16 of which we spent in a marriage, I don't think something can just snap and everything turns to shit. For fuck's sake, Wooyoung we haven't had sex since then! We used to not be able to have our hands off each other and now it's like we don't have passion for each other anymore. So you make the choice here, Wooyoung, either we try for a third and hope that this baby will bring us the joy we seem to have lost in the past year or you and I go through marriage counselling."

The words barely left your lips when Wooyoung shoved you hard enough that you fell onto the bed, bouncing slightly as your back collided with the soft mattress yet you somehow felt hurt. He quickly climbed on top of you and kissed you whilst taking his blazer off of him. "You want a baby? You're gonna get one," he muttered against your lips. After almost a year of not being intimate with each other, you expected the kiss to be passionate and homecoming, not cold and distant. There was no passion in his kiss, it was just... There. The action seemed more like an attempt to shut you up rather than a proclamation of his love. The hands that used to caress every inch of your skin now yanking and tearing at your clothes with no care, he didn't even bother to completely undress you and you could assume that his movements were simply muscle memory. What you did at that moment was not making love, that was simply having sex. Fucking.

Wooyoung was usually very attuned to your body and its needs, each tick and squirm was interpreted correctly in his head and he was able to calculate what to do next to ensure both of your pleasure. Each session of intimacy was always categorized as lovemaking because that was what it was, an expression of unadulterated, raw intimate love. But this? He didn't even realize that he was basically fucking a corpse. At least, that's what you felt like. Lips on your skin, your husband's warmth encasing you, touch lingering, yet you felt nothing short of coldness. Touches that used to be feather-like and careful seem more like restraint now, harsh and emotionless.

Even after you two were done- well, after he was done, you couldn't move. Your husband left you lying on your bed all alone, the remnants of his release staining your thighs and dried once the excess leaked out of you, body sprawled and unmoving while your gaze fixated on the only source of light, the crack from under the bathroom door where Wooyoung was cleaning himself.

Slowly, your eyes closed from exhaustion, both mental and physical. Despite that, your brain wouldn't let you rest, it forced you to fixate on one thing and one thing only:

Your husband, the man whose affection and love is so exceedingly plenty that it just burst out of his body has no more left of them for you which can only confirm one thing.

He was seeing someone else.

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[radjoy]

I’ve volunteered at our local senior center for years, and once I’d gotten to know the women who came, I’d eventually ask about their husbands, and they’d confide to me that they felt like a nurse, not a wife, because he expected to be waited on hand and foot, three hot meals a day, his medicine handed to him exactly when he needed to take it, her to make all his appointments. And I’d suggest, oh, they have those pill bottles that tell you when you last took your medicine, there are these services for seniors to help get you to appointments, I can sign you up for meals on wheels!

And they’d say, no, it wasn’t that he couldn’t manage his own appointments or pills or dinner, because he’d done it for years, but he stopped when they moved in together/got married/bought a house/had a kid/two kids. A woman told me she dated a man for years, had a child with him, got pregnant again, moved across the country for his job - and the second she had no job, no nearby family, a toddler, and a newborn, his personality did an immediate 180. I heard this story from every woman, the only difference was when it occurred. After marriage? The first kid? The second? When did he feel like she was in too deep to divorce him, and stop pretending to give a fuck about her?

So I started gently inquiring with middle-aged women and younger, trying to figure it out. And they all described the same thing. Some of them were bewildered, trying to fix it, thinking it was temporary. I met a woman who described her husband’s “postpartum depression”, which involved him reneging on his promise to take paternity leave, laying around when he was home, accepting every offer of work travel he could, and yelling at her constantly. Five years later, his “PPD” is still going strong. One woman wistfully told me about how they used to go grocery shopping together and cook a delicious meal together for them and their kid, but when he got a job across the country and they moved, he stopped helping and she became responsible for cooking all meals, or he’d feed their kid a microwave quesadilla for dinner every night. I know a childfree woman who separated from her husband because he started dumping all the chores on her, but went back to him when he promised to fix it and started acting like when they were dating. And then five years later, once they’d bought a vacation home together and were renting it out, he immediately struck again. Only this time, divorcing him was going to be such a financial tangle that she just decided to suck it up and pick up his socks for the rest of their marriage.

There was one single man who came to the senior center with his wife, doted on her, was an absolute Prince Charming until the end. He was so endlessly kind and adoring with his wife, she raved about him. They would look through the classes we offered, each circle on their own pamphlet the ones they wanted to do, and then do the ones they both circled, and he would peek over her shoulder to circle the ones she did - we all knew it, and it was hugely adorable.

Then she died, and he tried to alter her will to give her family farm that she’d inherited from her mother to their son instead of their daughter, who had been running it for years.

And after all these stories, I kind of just had to accept it. All of these women were intelligent, and aware of male violence, had vetted the men they were dating, and thought they were getting a good one. Literally making the same mistake as their mothers, over and over again, because they thought, “well, I checked him out! I dated him for years before we got married/had a kid! I lived with him, I know what he’s like! I looked for red flags!” not realizing that, yeah, so did lots of women.

But the problem is, we’re not talking to each other enough, so every woman is evaluating her relationship under the assumption that he will continue to act the same way he’s acting right then. Which makes sense, but doesn’t seem to be a good predictor of behavior in men. Every single woman would tell me, “oh, he turned out just like his dad, you have to look at the dad,” “it’s because he went to vietnam, I shouldn’t have married someone who went to war, “it’s because his mom did all the chores, you have to look at the mom,” “his parents were abusive, you have to marry a man who goes to therapy,” “i think he didn’t really want kids and was just going along with me, you have to make sure the guy suggests kids first,” and they were blaming themselves for not being able to see it - although, as far as I could tell, it was pretty universal.

And I had to accept that I was not smarter than them, I didn’t have any innate talent for reading people that they didn’t, there was no secret red flag, and I wasn’t going to do any better at vetting men than they did. I find it confusing, that men can put on a mask for years. I couldn’t do that, it would be literally impossible. But all my evidence suggests that many men are capable of this, and many women aren’t great at seeing through it. So why would I even bother? I don’t find it to be worth my time to invest in a relationship that has a countdown clock on it. I don’t want to put in the time to bond with a façade. I have like. real shit to do.

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[nikkisheep]

Kill Me Slowly

Dean Winchester x pregnant!wife!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, happy beginning, pregnant reader, death

Summary: You find out that Dean died and you don’t know how to react.

Words: 2,075

To be honest, I cried writing this and I will say, this is probably my saddest piece.

You danced around the bunker as Dean’s music blasted from the speakers. You were cleaning the library when you got bored and put on music so time would go by quicker. You sing loudly with the music as you dust the shelves, the books, the tables, the corners, everything you could think of. Getting finished with the library, you move on to the kitchen. You decide to make a pie and some burgers for the boys when they get back. You were nervous about them being gone without Castiel since his death but you trusted that they would be okay.

Mixing the pie crusts, you realized that I didn't have apples for the pie so you decided to run down to the supermarket to get some. I borrow the truck from the garage and drive to the store. There an older woman needed help with selecting apples.

“Ma’am, could you grab that apple for me?” She asked kindly.

“Of course, I actually need some myself.”

You help gather the apples for her and she turns to you to thank you.

“You know, my husband really likes apples and today would have been his 90th birthday,” she says sadly.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I actually am making a pie for my husband when he gets home from work,” You smile softly at her and she looks down to my belly.

“Oh, congrats. Is it a boy or a girl?” She gushes.

“We aren’t sure just yet but Dean, my husband, hopes it’s a girl. He says that he always wanted a daughter but I hope it’s a boy so he could be just like his father,” You smile as you look down at the growing baby bump that you had been trying to cover.

- - - - 

You come home to the bunker and go to the kitchen. Dean and Sam weren’t home just yet so you had a little bit more time before they were to walk through the door. You cut the apples and your belly growls so you get the peanut butter from the cabinet and dipped a few apple slices in to eat. You put on some music and danced along as you baked the pie and cooked the burgers. 

Your hands rubbed the seasoning deep into the meat as you heated the grill. You threw in some fries to be made fresh and you pulled the apple pie from the oven and smiled as the smell washed over you and the bunker. Once everything was ready, you jumped in the shower.

Thoughts of seeing Dean after so long flooded your mind and you smiled as you imagined the feeling of his skin against yours once more. You open his body wash and shampoo to use them. Dean always liked it when you smelt like him. It let him know that you were his. You run your hands up and down your body as you wash yourself and you relax into the hot water as your daydream of Dean continues. 

Getting dressed into a cute sundress, Dean picked it up when he was on a hunt about a month ago and thought it would be beautiful on you, and you headed to the kitchen and started making plates because you heard the Impala pull up into the garage. 

- - - -

Placing Dean’s pie on the table, you hear the door to the bunker open and footsteps begin to fall down the stairs. You gather up Dean’s plate to bring it to the table and you have a big smile on your face as you start walking to the table once again.

“Dean, I made your favorite. I figured that you would want a nice, hot apple pie for when you get ho-” You get interrupted when you round the corner when you only see Sam and his face is all red, with dark circles around his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. You stand there and then look around him for your dear husband.

“Oh Sam, you look horrible,” You sigh. “Where is Dean? Surely, he wouldn’t still be in the garage pulling out all the bags instead of greeting his wife?” 

You laughed softly, nervous.

“Dean isn’t here.” Is all he said.

He stumbled down the step to the dining room and sat at the table with his head in his hands. You were confused. If Dean wasn’t here, where was he?’’

“Where is Dean?”

Silence.

“Sam, where is Dean?” You demand an answer and this time when Sam looked up at you, you could just read his expression. Tears in his eyes, sobs being held back with all of his might. 

“No,” You say quietly. “No, no, no!”

The glass plate in your hand fell to the ground and shattered. Dean’s bacon cheeseburger that you made landed on the ground and fell apart. Your body started to quake as tears filled your eyesight. Your knees got weak and you let out an earth-shattering sob fall from your mouth. You felt a pain in your chest that felt like it was squeezing your lungs until they could barely constrict any further. Breathing began to become painful as your tears fell more frequently. You start to hyperventilate as your knees give out and Sam has to race to catch you before you land onto the broken glass that laid on the floor. Your hand got cut on the glass and you could barely even feel it. Your sobs turned violent as you begged for Dean to be there with you. 

“Dean! No, no, this isn’t true. Dean!” You start to shout, hoping, praying that he would walk right through the bunker door with a smile on his face with his green eyes shining.

“Shhh,” Sam said as he smoothed your hair, his arms cradling you as you grew to be weaker from crying.

Your body shook as you let out the painful wails that were buried deep inside your soul. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t do anything but feel the pain that was tearing your heart and soul into pieces that would never be repaired. 

- - - -

The walk to your shared room with Dean felt like it was ten miles long. Your face hurts from crying, sobbing over the loss of your husband. You laid in bed, your hand was bandaged by Sam after he basically had to pin you to the ground to fix it for you, thinking about everything that had happened. 

Four Days Ago

You held out your hand for Dean to take it as you climbed in bed. You kissed his pink lips softly as his hand rubbed over your growing belly. He was being careful about everything around you since you told him the news.

“What do you hope it to be?” You asked as you played with his freshly washed hair as he laid his head on your stomach, hoping to feel the baby.

“I already know that it’s going to be a girl because she is just like her mama,” He said with a smile.

“You know it’s a girl?”

“Don’t call her an “it”.” You laughed lightly.

“Okay, why do you hope she’s a girl?’’

“Because, I have always pictured our first baby to be a girl and then when we have a second one, it would be a boy so she can be a big sister and beat up the boys who try to mess with our little boy,” He said with a very bright smile. You smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss.

- - - -

Day One: Removing

You start to bring in boxes from the truck and head straight to your room. You walk in and start to gather Dean’s belongings up. You grab all of his shirts and throw them into the box. You grab his blanket and fold it up to put it in the box as well. You gather up his PJ’s, his pillows, his jeans, his Jelly Beans that you told him that they belonged in the kitchen instead of the room. You open the top drawer and find his underwear and you throw them in the box as well. You tear the room apart, removing anything Dean from the room. You didn’t want to be reminded of the fact that Dean wasn’t here anymore.

- - - - 

Day Six: Remembering

You stare at the boxes that sit on the other side of the room and you walk over. The first thing inside the box was your wedding ring. You had taken it off because you couldn’t stop crying every time you moved your left hand which gave you a glimpse of the ring.

You turned it over and tears welled up but you quickly put the ring away and then you found the tape that you had made him when he was away for a case on Christmas. You put it in the player.

“Dean, I miss you but I know you are doing what you need to do. I just wish that you had let me go with you.” The frame moves to the kitchen. 

“I made all of your favorites and I really hope that I don’t stress eat them all because that would not be a good idea,” You laughed as the camera shook.

You turned it off and then you looked at more tapes. One was when you moved all of your stuff into his room. You watched as you and Dean were smiling sweetly at each other. You were looking at the camera and he was looking at you. His green eyes bored into the side of your face with a loving gaze. He kissed your cheek and you let out a loud laugh at his gesture. You were happy then. That was before you had gotten married. You were so excited that Dean wanted you to move to his room and you were acting like a giddy teenager who just got asked to Prom. 

- - - -

One day later: Acceptance; The Funeral

Sam and you were the only people at the funeral. Dean’s body rested on the wooden stand and Sam had to hold you so you didn’t collapse. You were crying and sobbing but you were overcome by grief that you briefly forgot about Sam’s grief. You lost your husband but he lost his brother.

“Sam, can I do it?” You asked, you knew that he had done this for so many people, you didn’t want him to do it for his brother.

Sam gave you Dean’s lighter and you lit the flame bottle and you threw it on his body. Fire burst into the sky as soon as the flame touched the stand. You looked down at the lighter in your hands and you didn’t want to get rid of it but you knew that you had to. You wanted Dean to be at peace. 

As the lighter soars through the air, flashes of your wedding day, you telling Dean about your pregnancy, your meeting, you working cases with him, the nights of passion, the nights of tears, the hunts, the singing, the dancing, the reading, the kisses, everything that you ever did together flashed through your mind all at once and you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. 

You grab Sam’s hand and the two of you walk back to the bunker to eat a burger and a slice of apple pie in honor of Dean Winchester’s life.

Bonus scene:

Three months later:

You lay in the hospital bed with Sam sitting beside you, holding a pink baby blanket and a blue baby blanket.

“It’s twins. A boy and a girl” the doctor said.

She left and Sam gently placed your babies in your loving arms. One look and you saw that they both had Dean’s green eyes and his freckles. You start to cry as you cradle your children and Sam wraps his arms around you and kisses your hair.

“What are their names?” He asks.

“The girl is going to be named Charlie.” 

“And what about the boy?”

“His name is Dean.” You looked down at the little boy in your arms.

“His name is Dean.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester angst #dean winchester #supernatural x reader #supernatural #dean winchester x pregnant reader #dean winchester x wife reader angst #supernatural angst

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Hey i really liked your headcanons for rooks family! I’ve been obsessed with the idea of his parents being hoarders and I was wondering if you had any more to add? If not that’s alright!🙏

Finally got to this, so sorry for the wait!!

Random HC's I Probably Overexplain - Rook Edition 1

TW: Hoarding (obviously), health issues, parentification of his older sister, dead (exotic) pet First things first, Rook is the youngest of seven. His mother has always been one who stays home, enjoying the art of taxidermy and studying the physiology of animals, where his father has always been more of a hunter. Like I mentioned in my Family HC's, Rook is very close with his mother, as she taught him to appreciate the sacrifice of death in order to sustain the circle of life. However, that 16 year gap between Rook and his siblings made her realize just how much stuff she had gotten rid of over the years that were testaments to her kids childhoods. As her kids started to move out and leave home, panic started to set in and she couldn't bring herself to get rid of any of their things that really, should have been thrown out. She tried to keep it all organized, but when her husband gently suggested they start going through it all, taking photos of what they didn't need, she broke down and refused, telling him it wasn't the same as having a physical copy of it all. Her husband backed down - after all, he was barely at home. He could deal with the mess for the few days he would stay home for the sake of the comfort of his wife, and his time out in the woods meant that his kids had another place to be as the house seemed to squeeze them out...even though that was the last thing his wife wanted.

Rook was a surprise, to say the least, but once his mother was pregnant with him, her nesting only went to 11 and it was the snapping point for one of the two kids still living at home. The elder of the two packed their bags, left a note tacked to one of her taxidermy animals, and went no contact, leaving their 16 year old sister and baby brother behind.

Rook's older sister couldn't bear the thought of Rook growing up in the environment her mother had made for him, and decided that at least until she was 18, she would stay and try to clean, as well as keep record of what the house used to look like so that maybe one day, she could restore it completely. However, when her mother caught her trying to clean the kitchen enough to try and cook, her mother broke down in tears. Her father told her that if she stressed her mother out too much, she would be solely responsible if the baby died. Because of this, she stopped cleaning, but vowed to stay to try and be a buffer for her brother, as well as get him his basic education if nothing else.

Postpartum depression ended up hitting Mrs. Hunt really hard, and once her husband confirmed his daughter was comfortable taking care of Rook for a few hours at a time, he spent his time trying to take care of his wife.

Rook and his sister ended up spending a lot of their time outside or in her room - which, she had finally been allowed to get rid of things she didn't want anymore as she was able to reason with her mother that the baby should at least have a cleaner area to crawl as he got older. This ended up being even more beneficial, as his crib was in her room and she became the primary caretaker for him. During this time, her parents were just trying to keep her mom from giving up on everything.

When Rook was about two, their mother finally tried to reach out to a company that would help her clean, however, because the family lived off the grid, they had some money, but not enough for the job that was required. Rook's sister gently volunteered to start cleaning, but at this point, her father had also gotten used to the "cozy" feeling of having his kid's belongings all around him and struggled with the idea of having anything change, especially as his wife was just starting to get better, he thought changing her environment wouldn't be beneficial for her.

So Rook's sister respected her parent's decision and continued trying to take care of Rook to the best of her ability, however, she did so outside as often as possible, so in the winter when she had to stay inside with him, they would both get incredibly ill from black mold exposure. Her parents wrote it off as a cold, so her tipping point was when he couldn't breathe, even when she wrapped him up and took him outside. She swaddled him as best she could and trekked on foot to the nearest town, knocked on the first door she could get to, and begged for assistance for him. The people in the home drove them both to the hospital, where he was treated for his symptoms, and she was treated for frostbite. Her dad ended up tracking them down, acting glad to see them, but on the way home reprimanded her for pretending to be Rook's parent and for not letting the family handle it themselves, and making sure she didn't tell anyone about the situation at home.

As Rook got older, his sister took on the responsibility of getting him into school, as well as teaching him how to hunt/fish and general survival skills, the way her father had taught her. This type of influence kinda snapped her dad out of his agoraphobia and he started trying to get more involved with Rook and raising him, still out of the house. When Rook was about nine, his sister and mom got into a huge argument, and her mother blamed her for being the reason she wasn't close with her son. Rook then de-escalated the situation by showing his mother he had been reading her old research journals. While it wasn't a lot, it was enough for his mom to get her workspace back. His sister helped her clean and organize that space to the best of her ability, his father started to hunt more often again, and his mother started to lead him through the importance of the circle of life. As balance started to seep back into their lives, his older sister started feeling more comfortable leaving Rook in the care of her parents and really get to start her own life. She still feels guilt for leaving, but she promised Rook to stay penpals and they did! She would regularly send him trinkets from her stays wherever she was, and often sent photos of her visiting with their other big siblings, telling him one day she would come back for him and bring him to see the rest of the world. That was all Rook had to hang on to as his parents started to spiral again now that another child had left the house.

When Rook was about 12, his father brought home a hyacinth macaw for him, (yes by unethical means, but you knew that), and he found it absolutely gorgeous. He loved that bird more than anything, so when it went missing one day, he was absolutely heartbroken. He ended up finding the poor bird weeks later, stuck behind some books on his mother's bookshelf. His mother saw it as an excellent opportunity to brighten up the home with a splash of colour by getting Rook to taxidermy his beloved pet. After that day, he decided pets were overrated - animals were meant for food, for study, or for trophies and that was it.

It's not that he doesn't have good memories of his parents, there were certainly really high highs, but there were also very low lows. His parents haven't gotten much better in the house they live in, and he's gone minimal contact with them. He's still trying to get over the feeling of abandonment his sister left him with, but doesn't blame her for leaving. Overall, talking about home and family is just painful for him, so he'd rather not. He likes to watch people because he fantasizes about what his life could have been like if he were in their shoes instead.

#wough this was longer than I thought it would be #tw abuse #tw neglect #twst #twst hcs #twst headcanons #disney twst #twst angst #twst rook #rook hunt #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland hcs #twisted wonderland headcanons #random hcs i probably overexplain #random hc's i probably overexplain #v talks #ask replies #hope this is okay sldkjfhlskdjf

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Raging Fire (7)

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!reader

Series Summary: Your Uncle has betrothed you to the King's brother, and when you meet, you are not at all what he expects.

Chapter Summary: The fallout of your revelation

Word Count: 1,514

A/N: Hi my loves! Here's the next chapter! And just a heads up...there's A LOT of fluff in this one 😬😂 I hope you like it! Don't forget to leave a comment below if you do 😊

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The execution of Otto Hightower was a well-attended event.

Taking place in the same square his plot against your husband had occurred, the townsfolk of King’s Landing as well as those from court made sure to be present for the downfall of such a high-standing man.

The Queen was noticeably absent, but that was to be expected given it was her father being put to death.

Following your salacious revelations to the King, Viserys had placed his wife under house arrest since he could not discern her involvement in the scheme against his family.

And because she was pregnant with their third child, it made sense to wait for it to be born before deciding what to do with the mother.

You did not know the Queen’s thoughts on the proceedings regarding the Hand, but you supposed she could take comfort in the fact that he had at least died with dignity.

Though your husband confessed he would have liked to have heard your enemy plead for his life at least once, no such begging took place before the axe came down and Otto’s head was removed from its body.

If you were being honest, you had to admit the whole event had been a bit anti-climatic which proved that even in death, Lord Hightower was boring.

But soon, just as your husband predicted, he and his demise became yesterday's news.

By the time the moon had gone through all of its phases twice, the Red Keep was filled with a different kind of gossip.

Following the birth of his second daughter, Helaena, the King announced his marriage to Alicent Hightower was officially annulled. 

Since Otto had tried to make Aegon successor to the throne, Viserys was finally made to realize the only way this would not happen was if the child was no longer in the line of succession.

In order to do that, the King had to make the difficult decision to disinherit the children he had with his second wife.

Declaring them to be solely Hightowers, he allowed the children to be heirs to Alicent’s ancestral home rather than his or the Kingdom.

You supposed that was for the best since it gave the now former Queen the freedom to live out the rest of her life as a respectable noblewoman with legitimate children rather than as spoiled goods with bastards.

It was a kind offer and one that allowed for the most amount of possible happiness with the least amount of bloodshed.  

In recognizing this, Alicent put up no fight as she departed the Red Keep with her kids in tow.

Now that the line of succession was firmly secured, you could feel every person who had been watching the brewing storm breathe a sigh of relief as it passed without conflict.

There was no longer a need to worry about an impending civil war now that the King’s younger children no longer had a claim to the throne.

While this was merely a consequence of you and your husband’s bid to avenge one another, that did not stop Rhaenyra from expressing her gratitude to you both for ensuring her ascension to the throne.

Having become good companions since your arrival to the castle, you considered the Princess a friend prior to your confrontation with the Hand. That bond only strengthened after the fact, and now, your relationship was closer to that of sisters rather than that of Aunt and niece.

That said, you suppose you could admit that you had become somewhat protective of the girl since she had all but latched onto you.

After realizing that your friendship had eased her loneliness, the heir to the Iron Throne had sought you out more times than you could count.

And because you enjoyed her company so, you never minded when she did.

Lately, you both had been occupied with you honoring your word to train her in using a sword.

For now, you were using weapons made of wood. But at the rate your pupil was progressing, you knew it would not be long before she would be ready to use the real thing.

Taking in her prepared stance as she stood across from you on the training grounds with her wooden blade up, you noted with pride that she looked just as fierce as any dragon.

This was a queen you could follow.

Giving her a slight nod, you watched as she took your signal to continue sparring by lunging at you with a swing.

You allowed her to continue attacking you while you assessed her footwork. You were happy to note it had improved greatly since you had been teaching her as you kept to your defenses.

Letting her get a few more swings in, you decided to disarm her after you noticed a flaw in her attack.

When her sword hit the ground, the Princess looked to you stunned as you said,

“Remember to always keep your guard up. Your opponent will try to engage when you least expect it.”

Picking up her sword by the hilt and holding it out to her, you finished your advice by saying,

“So make sure you are always expecting it.”

Nodding to show she understood, she watched as a proud smirk grew on your lips before you said,

“Good job today, Rhaenyra. You will make a fine knight in no time.”

Her smile was bright as she thanked you for the compliment and the training session.

Waving away her thanks to both, you each put away your wooden swords before making your way inside.

You had just finished discussing how she could further improve her technique when it came time to part ways and go to your individual chambers.

You requested a bath be drawn upon entering your room and took off the pieces of your training gear as you waited for it to fill.

After the maids told you the bath was ready, you soon let out a sigh as you reclined back into the steaming water and leaned your head against the edge of the tub.

You had been relaxing in the heat for a while before the sound of the Prince’s voice alerted you to his presence.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Slowly opening your closed eyes in order to see his roving over your hidden body, you allowed a small smirk to grace your lips as you replied to the man leaning against the doorframe, 

“Immensely, Husband.”

Taking a few measured steps into the room, Daemon was disappointed to find whatever soaps and oils you were using had made the water completely opaque, but that did not stop him from asking with a humored note to his voice,

“Can this unworthy husband be of any assistance to his good Lady wife?”

Smiling at the phrasing of his question, you declined with a shake of your head before saying,

“Your company is more than enough.”

Nodding his head at your answer, the Prince was happy to take a seat near you as you bathed.

He had been giving an account of his day thus far when he saw you give a small wince as you adjusted yourself in the tub.

Pausing in his story, Daemon sounded concerned when he asked,

“Are you alright, my Love?”

You nodded as you immediately realized what the true cause of your discomfort was. Recognizing this was a great opportunity to impart the news you had been holding onto for a few days, you were purposefully vague as you responded,

“Yes, I am perfectly well. I just have to inform Rhaenyra that we will have to pause our training sessions for awhile.”

That seemed to be a perfectly acceptable answer to him as he raised your hand to his lips. Placing a kiss on the back of it, he distractedly inquired,

“How long is ‘awhile’?”

After contentedly watching him reverently place kisses on each of your fingers, you trained your eyes to his face as you answered with a coy smile,

“About nine months.”

His reaction was delayed as he processed the unusual timeframe. But once it hit, he stopped and slowly returned his gaze to yours.

It was silent as he held eye contact with you for a moment before saying with a touch of disbelief,

“You are carrying my child?”

You bit your lip to contain your excited smile as you nodded at his question.

Daemon’s following grin was grand as he began to move.

You understood where he was going when he lifted one foot over the rim of the tub after the other.

Laughing heartily as he climbed fully clothed into the bath with you, you had trouble giggling out,

“Daemon, what are you doing??”

Unconcerned about the water seeping into his clothes, your husband grinned back at you as he said while kneeling in the tub,

“I am showing my wife my gratitude for such a wonderful gift.”

And leaned in to passionately press his lips to yours.

As you returned his enthusiastic kiss, you remember thinking that no moment of happiness had ever come close to this one.

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[aurumacadicus]

For the fic title thing: Tony Stark's baby with stuckony?

YOOOOOOO I LOVED THIS TITLE IMMEDIATELY

Tony Stark's Baby

It had been a great scandal, Tony Stark appearing at his parent's table with news that he was with child. He'd been groomed for royalty. Perhaps not in the direct family line, but a cousin or niece, perhaps. He had the breeding, the finishing, the temperament. He would have made a good husband.

Now he was wasted. That was the word Howard had shouted at him. Wasted. As if that was all he'd raised his son for, to give to someone else. Then again... maybe he had. Tony had never really talked about him with warmth and affection.

If Howard had had any for him, it died that night when he gave Tony the choice to abort or leave. And no one had seen Tony since.

"I wonder if he ever told Howard who the father might be," Steve mused, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. They'd been riding for quite some time since they'd left the Stark estate.

Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. "Do you think that Howard would have let us leave the property alive if he knew it was one of us?"

Steve took a moment to really think of his answer. "No, you're right. He would have tried to kill at least one of us." He dropped his hand with a sigh. "I thought Howard was different."

"Yeah, I think his title went to his head," Bucky grumbled. He lifted his head a little. "Looks like we're almost there."

"It was nice of his ma to let him live on her property," Steve said, then grimaced when Bucky shot him an unimpressed frown. "I mean, obviously it's the least she could do for her son and grandchild, but I'm surprised Howard allowed it."

"They had a written agreement that this would be her property to control," Bucky reminded him. He pulled his horse in closer to Steve's, unable to help the smug smirk that crossed his lips as he quietly added, "Heard Howard tried to get her to kick Tony out anyway. Every single servant left the manor that night. I heard it was because they didn't want to be witnesses if Maria killed him."

Steve nodded a little. That made sense. Maria hadn't been the best mother to Tony, but he couldn't imagine her looking at her pregnant child and deciding both her son and his child should suffer, even if she could only bring herself to see the baby but once.

They made it over the hill and stopped to let their horses rest a bit from the climb. There was a little farm in the valley below. Self-sufficient, Clint had called it. No profit. He could grow enough for them to eat, but not enough that he could make more than a few coins with his spare vegetables. A kind gift, but also a punishment.

"Well," Steve said after a moment. "No point putting this off."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed quietly, and they nudged their horses forward again.

There was no one outside to meet them, but they hadn't really expected there to be. Tony couldn't afford to hire help, so any that he got were beholden to his mother, and they hadn't really ingratiated themselves to her, if the way her eyes went sharp with realization after their careful questioning were any indication. The yard had a few toys, but otherwise was well-kept. There was smoke coming from the chimney.

Steve and Bucky fussed with their horses a bit, then gave up on wasting time, putting off the inevitable. Either Tony would accept them, or he wouldn't. If he didn't, that was his right. They had gotten word about the scandal three years ago on the front lines, and maybe they could have come back then, if they'd pushed it. But Tony hadn't asked them to come home, so they didn't.

Steve knocked, then stepped over to press his shoulder to Bucky's. Bucky pressed closer.

The door opened, and Tony was there, tipping his head back to look up at them.

"You're late," Tony said, and then, before they could respond, he turned to step back inside. "Put your horses away. Supper's almost ready, and Harley will be waking from his nap."

"We can stay?" Bucky asked, unable to help his surprise.

Tony glanced back over his shoulder at them. "If you're taking responsibility," he answered carefully.

"We'll scream to the rooftops he's ours," Steve offered immediately.

"And that we plan to bond into a triad," Bucky added.

Tony tipped his head thoughtfully. "...Put your horses away," he repeated. "And if you're nice to me, maybe I'll give you a welcome home kiss."

"Fucking move," Steve said, throwing Bucky to the ground, and Bucky squawked in offense as he chased after him.

#ask meme #fic title meme #stuckony

[venny-the-mha-writer]

Dabi x wife reader

Warnings: angst, mention of death, happy ending

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It was a normal day for you and your kid yes I said it a kid. He was 5 years old and wanted to be a hero. His father died in a fire which broke your heart in a million pieces. You were only 6 months pregnant at the time happily married with toya. But when you found out about his death you were sad but knew you had to raise your son to become a good person a good hero.

Your son got dressed and waited for you to get down stairs so you could go to school. As you got down stairs you told him.

“You should be getting your quirk soon” you said with excitement

“Do you think I’ll be quirkless” (s/n) said with sadness in his tone

“(S/n) even if you were quirkless I will still always love you no matter what. Now come on I got to get you to school”

As you walked to your car you see someone with a dark hoodie on and scars under his eye. You didn’t think much of it and put your kid in his car seat and drove off.

You have arrived at the school and got your son out the car and walked him to his class.

“Bye (s/n) see you later be good” you said as you were kissing his cheeks.

“Ok mom love you” he said while kissing you back.

“Love you too”

As you waved goodbye you head to your car. A little while later you have arrived at your work. After toya’s death endeavor offered you a job on one condition you let him see his grandkid. Of course you agreed because you really needed a job.

*time skip brought to you by me slapping tf out of monoma* (sorry if I didn’t spell his name correctly)

You were at your desk typing when suddenly you got a phone call from the school.

“Hello?”

“Hi is this (y/n)”

“This is she”

“Hi this is the police at the school to inform you there was an attack mostly from the LOV we ask of you to come down to the school to pick up your kid”

“Ok I’m one my way” you said with a scared tone.

When driving all you could think of was your son. When you arrived to the school your son ran over to you and jumped in your arms. You asked him if he was ok and thank goodness he was ok.

You decide to go to the park and let him play. It was starting to get dark when you were walking home you passed by an alleyway and all of a sudden a portal had sucked you and your son in.

You landed on the ground with a thud but quickly recovered and looked around. You look like you were in a bar but you quickly brushed that off an looked around for your son. You look up and saw your son in the arms of a man he had scars on almost his entire body. He was trying to get your son to stop crying.

Before you could say anything you realized you were tied up to a chair. Everyone left the room and a dude with a mask and a hat took your son with him. You scream for them not to take him but it was too late. You looked up a the man with scars and said.

“who are you what do you want with us” you said with anger in your tone

“For now call me Dabi until you figure out who I am”

“Dabi what did you do with my son” you yelled

“Calm down he’s eating ice cream”

“Its been awhile babe”

“Babe don’t call me that you don’t know who I am”

“Don’t you have a husband named toya”

“How do you-“

“Let’s just say I am him”

“Your lying he died when I was 6 months pregnant”

“Did they find the body?”

“No”

“Then he isn’t dead. There’s a ring on my finger with you name engraved on it”

You look at the ring on his finger and indeed saw your name on it the same ring you gave him on your wedding day.

“So your”

“So I’m”

“Toya” you both said the the same time.

“H-how I thought you died”

“I was threatened that they would kill you if I didn’t join them so I had no choice” he said while untying you

You quickly got up and jumped on him to kiss him. Your son saw this and made gagging noises. “Mom why are you kissing that man”

You giggled and told him everything. He stood there in shock.

“So he’s my dad”

“Yep kiddo I’m your father” Toya said while crouching down to give him a hug.

…3 years later…

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You and Dabi where eating breakfast when 2 kids came out the room asking if they could watch a movie with you. you guys agreed on the movie shrek.

You looked around and realized how amazing your family is. Toya rested his hand on your swollen stomach and kissed it. You had a handsome husband beautiful kids and lived a happy life.

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Sorry kind of rushed at the end but I’ll fix it soon so say tuned.

Have any questions? Ask me anything🥰

#mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha dabi #mha Dabi x reader #mha

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Derek having to step in between you and Scott when Scott decides to come home and makes a remark about Eli

Promising to stay in a “pack” when your a teenager is different then saying “Best friends forever” to your high school friends. they can grow up and they would probably be distant and fall apart and just remember their time in school with good memories. 

But you were part of Scott’s Pack. Ironically your husband. was going to turn you into a wolf.- Not in a romantic grand gesture you were 16. he was going to turn you to be apart of his pack. you were all for it. until you heard you could Die if you dont survive the bite. and being the loveable chicken you are. you choose Life. Derek respected that and moved onto your best friend Erica. who accepted. 

it wasn’t long after Erica died that you were bitten by Pete. It truly to piss off Scott and Derek. you survived. and were in Scott’s pack. having a “true Alpha” as your leader and during high school made perfect sense.  you fully believed Scott to be the true Alpha. you saw it. Scott was everything a leader should be.. 

but then graduation came. you had the chance to go to experience schools across the country, but you choose to be close cause you wanted to stay to help if the pack needed you. During schooling. you got closer to Derek and your friendship with Stiles. grew. It was Summer when you, Stiles and Derek started a strange Tango. couple.. a trouple . the cool kids call it. what you called it was unbelievable. you were stunned when it started and how naturally it all happened. it was the end of Summer when Lydia wanted Stiles back and you realized you were pregnant. Derek was over the moon and you both decided the Only place to raise the baby would be in Beacon hill your home town. your parents lived there, and Derek grew up there and it was Home. 

Returning home Just when Liam went off to explore the world a leap year.  Waiting until it was “safe’ to tell everyone you were just happy that liam could explore a bit and you were sure that Scott would keep everyone together he was the glue. he was the Alpha! it was he’s responsibility to keep the pack together. 

you all were sitting outside about to have a BBQ at Scott’s place when the scent of blood made everyone leap up and Bolt. you stayed behind Derek’s request. three hours later they returned and Derek explained A 14-year-old girl was bitten by a drive-by werewolf. and she was taken to the hospital. Everyone was tense as Scott was pail as he rubbed his face. Malia was furious as she Bolted away. as did Parrish, and Scott’s Mom. they all separated as Derek took a deep breath. As you asked what the fuck. 

“Scott- he’s Leaving Beacon Hill- he’s leaving tomorrow to the city.- he got a new job and everything.” 

you sat up on the chair stunned. you said what. hoping Derek was misinformed or said it wrong. he sighed heavily, ‘He’s leaving..” 

“he can’t- he’s the alpha- he promised to stay here to protect the town- and help the future wolves, what about that kid? and Malia! they just got together!” Derek stepped over reaching his hand out as you grabbed it, he yanked you up gently a, rubbing your hand over your arm. “he- he doesn’t want to do it. he’s leaving.. we all left.” 

“Yea- but we aren’t the Alpha he swore to never leave! and what about that girl?” 

“we can help her- and she- we will figure it out.” Derek pulled you into a tight hug as you hugged him tightly. 

after that. things happened so fast. Stiles and Lydia didn’t come back to Beacon hill often. due to work. you had your baby Eli. and Derek started his Garages business, and you started working at the high school as a counselor and Helping the girl Cassie with being a wolf and helping others who go thru some sort of change. (one mermaid) Malia worked with Derek, you got married to Derek a beautiful wedding. it was the first time that Stiles and Lydia returned to Beacon. Lydia knew about your trouple and after meeting Eli and seeing the mini version of Stiles was convinced he was Stiles. you didn’t care if he was or Not. Derek had stepped up and was Dad. he was there for everything. the appointments, the baby rashes, the hormones, the entire week you refused to step five feet away from the baby. because your wolf side was very Protective and you refused to leave the baby side and you didn’t sleep. he was there to help you. stiles. once hearing you were pregnant Did want to step up. But Derek and you agreed. he’s Dream was to work for the FBI and right at that time he needed to focus on that. 

then the baby was born, Every Werewolf/ coyote. In town could smell the truth.. the Father was Derek. you did take a DNA test with Stiles to give him a piece of mind. Derek knew and it wasn’t overly announced to anyone. cause Only a few knew about your Summer of love and the ones who did Know. Most were supernatural beings with enchanted nose and could smell the truth. but for Stiles, and he’s dad you took the DNA test. 

Now.. with Supernatural results and physical Lab results you all knew that Eli was Derek’s Son. He looked like him. same brown hair. same smile. but Did Eli remarkable. Act an ALOT Like Stiles. A Man he Never really hung out with? and you could see the Former best cocky friend who use to use two pencils when he was in the study zone to make notes? Yes. It was strange but it was like you and Derek always had a piece of Stiles with you. 

the wedding was simple and just for the family. Half the pack didn’t attend, Scott who lived the closest didn’t bother attending. He only came out for the birth of your kid. and that was it. 

He attended Stiles and Lydia’s wedding. those he was the best man. afterward. the pack completely fell apart. Stiles and Lydia barely talk to you guys, and when you last heard. Lydia Separated from Stiles. No reason why. Liam was working across the world. the last time you saw him was he’s graduation, Scott hadn’t come to see you guys in 15 years. he hasn’t talked to Malia for even longer. Scott was too focused on his own life. even when a pack of werewolves came to town and there was a huge battle. Scott knew all about it. but he left it for Derek to handle. Eli was captured, and Derek almost died Fighting to get him back. while you and Malia were injured so badly that you both were in medically induced comas for two weeks to heal. Not Once did Scott come to help. Not even a card saying “thank god you guys aren’t dead.” you were furious that your family was in danger and your Alpha didn’t come to save you. After that you Left Scott’s pack. so did Malia, Derek being a man of honor didn’t want to betray Scott. you couldn’t force it but you said he wasn’t allowed in your home. 

So when Scott came back begging for help over Alison. he brought Lydia with him and they talked to Malia. who then found you. you were talking to the coach about the weekend. when you smelt Scott. you didn’t turn away from the coach who saw hie’s old captain and was happy. you turned and hugged Lydia and asked about everything. 

“y/n.. I need your help.” 

Coach was pulled away as you looked at him, ‘im not apart of your pack anymore..” 

“it’s about Alison- and since when?” 

hearing your old friend’s name. you were curious. what could a dead girl be involved in? she’s dead. when you all left school and Scott talked about how Alison can come back. you were stunned Scott would mess with the balance of nature like that, bringing back the dead screamed, “Evil” they were dead. the balance of life. you weren’t hugely religious especially since you were a werewolf. but Messing with the dead. screamed. Wrong you shook your head, ‘she is at Peace.. I’m not going to help you rip her out of heaven- or worst. you bring her body back and some demon hops into her body and she turns into a monster. No I’m not going to help. Whatever- this is wrong.’ 

“Shes right.. what if-” Malia went to comment but Scott said that Alison was calling to him. you went to debut more until you smelt Eli. you sighed heavily, great.. he’s skipping school. AGAIN. 

you walked away from them. as Malia joined as Scott asked what was it. “Eli.” 

was All Malia said as she ran forward to get him. you couldn’t run in your condition- well you could.. the doctor said you could run. but you felt like it jiggled the baby too much running so you walked. getting to Eli you spoke, “Why the hell aren’t you in school?” 

“Why aren’t you? Who are they?” 

“Scott and Lydia- get your ass to school!” Malia threaten as Scott gasped, “this is Eli? Man he’s gotten so big.” 

“considering the last time you saw him he was three weeks old.. I would Hope! Get your ass to school and we will talk at home!” you snapped as Eli ran off. as Lydia spoke, ‘whoa.. he runs like Stiles..” 

you turned to her as you spoke, “he’s like a mini verison.. which is incredible since we haven’t seen Stiles since Christmas.’ 

Lydia hated that you her friend had a summer fling with Stiles and that Derek was involved. she didn’t like the fact you and Derek held a special part in Stiles’s heart. Especially since your Son looked and reminded her so much of the young reckless Stiles. you held your arms tightly as you spoke, “My answer is No- I’m not helping you disturb our friend resting sou.” 

“she could be in trouble/” 

Scott stepped forward as you spoke, “Okay? say you three Bring Alison back. she would be a sixteen-year-old girl. What possible use could she be to you? what? yuo going to start up again? and start dating your old high school sweetheart? she will be a Child! Mr Argent will be happy- and I can see why he would want to do this. but she will be a child! and will go to school.. and Maybe she will hit it off with Eli. but She will be a child Scott you cannot be with her.” he growled at you. which hearing the deep roar once again. you held your breath as you didn’t coward. you had your own pack. your family. Malia shivered and lydia backed away but you stood your ground as you snapped, “that’s it.. isn’t it.. you want your old sweetheart back. because you still love her.” he’s eyes were glowing as you shook your head, “the FUCK will I help you do that! if you bring her back.. she’’ll be a child I’m not going to help you rob the cradel- I can’t believe you two would do that to Alison.” 

it was lateer that day. you were sitting in the garage with Derek. you got to him first as he sighed heavily. learning what Scott wanted to do. “Peter came bakc.” he reminded you. as you spoke, “He came back- but you know what.. he came back and wasn’t trying to get with an underage Kid.. Alison died at sixteen. she is Still Sixteen.. they bring her back- she will be sixteen and Scott will want to bonk and have a relationship- with a sixteen-year-old he’s trying to bring her back just to screw her. Derek- what if it was Eli?” 

he tensed up hearing that, “he died.. and before he died he got into a relationship- first love.. and ten he died.. and 16 years later they come back just to have a relationship- with our 15-year-old?’ it’s disgusting and wrong! Alison is in heaven! let her Rest in peace!” 

Derek the told you about  the new fire found as you said It was probably Scott trying to make the ritiral for this fucked up plan. it was the next day. when Scott dared to show his face at the shop. you were handing Derek a wrench as he spoke, ‘he’s so much like Stiles.. Stiles must be proud of Eli..” 

you looked over at Scott as you spoke, “what you talking about?”

“Stiles- he must be proud of his son.” 

Derek tensed up under the truck you could feel him tense up, he hated the fact that So many people assumed Eli was Stiles. he loved Stiles and Eli and loved the fact he was so much Like Stiles. but he also hated the fact no one could believe he was he’s son. Scott missed the “protective scent” that surrounded Eli for the first two weeks of his birth it was a protective measure in the wolf. to warn off anyone who thought about messing with the baby. Scott didn’t know that Eli was Dereks. he didn’t smell the truth and he Also didn’t know about the DNA test you all took.

you stared at Scott as you spoke, “Stiles isn’t the father- Even if he was Biologically he wouldn’t be! Stiles has he’s own life- and he was Never there for Eli. he didn’t do midnight feedings, or baby rashes, growled the monsters out from under the bed. or Hell- Risked his life to save him with a Savage wolf pack came into town. where my son was taken. I was beatng to almost to death and Derek was left to save us all. Stiles isn’t the father of our Son! it’s Derek!’ 

“come on Y/n. he’s a carbon copy of Stiles- it’s- its only natural that it could be his after your- Affair.” 

that made your jaw drop as Derek rolled out from under the truck and stood up as he snapped, “there wasn’t a affair! we had a consensual relationship with Stiles! Y/N didn’t sneak around with Stiles!” 

Scott spoke, ‘did you guys ever think about how your actions ruined our pack? your decisons to screw around with Stiles for a summer damaged us? poor Lydia has to go around and know that Stiles Son is running around. espicalyl since they have bene having issue swith trying to get pregnate.!’ 

Derek went to his wallet that was on the tool Chest and dug something out as you snapped, “Lydia dumped Stiles. He was single. She was dating some trust fued kid and we were single and it happened! Our pack is ruined cause you became selfish and Only cared about yourself!” Derek walked over to Scott as you spoke. he shoved a piece of paper to scott’s Chest, “we took a DNA Test.. Stiles, And Lydia both know the truth.. Eli is my Son!” 

Scott looked as he was dead quiet as you kept snapping, “the pack is destroyed because you destroyed it! and if you came here to get Derek to help you- he’s Not going to.” Derek looked at you as you snapped, “Derek I NEVER! put my foot down and pull the wife card.. but if you help this bafoon bring his dead girl friend back from the dead so he can date her again I will build you a dog house and you will be in it for a VERY Long time!” 

Derek rubbed his face as he spoke, “you heard the wife.” 

“your appart of my pack- you have to help.” Scott pleaded as Derek crossed his arms, “my pack is my family-”

‘you sure that one is yours?” Scott commented as he nudged his head at you. as you gasped as Derek gripped his shirt and  they started fighting. you screamed to take it outside. as Derek Tossed Scott outside as you grabb a lead pip and went over to beat the snot out of Scott but Derek grabbed you stopping you ‘easy tiger.” 

you cursed as Scott got up and said that Derek was out of the pack so were you. “Free malia from your Shit pack!” you snapped as he stormed off. 

Alison returned with No memories of Scott. and she was on a mission to kill everyone. the Ouni was back and it was a huge mess.. thanks to Scott. 

there was a moment where you found your boys. tied up to Vines as you dosed them in a power. Derek and Eli sneezed as you fought getting them out. as the battle happened. there was a moment that you and Derek was techonolgy dead. ingulfed by hell fire. but  you both came back. to hear Scott saying that Derek was like a brother and how he would take Eli with them. 

That cause a even bigger fight

#fandom imagine #imagine #fandom #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #derek hale #derek hale imagine

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Requests I have (if you don't see yours please let me know)

Jamie and Cersei Lannister X Daughter!Reader (Platonic)

(Cersei wants to marry off there daughter but she is Jamie”s pride and joy and wont let that happen)

FP Jones X Reader (Smut) (FP Jones x reader!Andrew!rough)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Platonic!!!) he’s sadistic like joffery? that’s the reason they’re really close and trust each other more than anything

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Smut) (joffrey imagine where him and his sister (2 years older) have always had sexual tension but they never saw it that way and one night while she’s changing joffrey bursts through the door angry about something but stops when he sees her. both of them at this point are horny for each other and he comes up to her kissing her while he grabs her breast and shes kind of in shock still but melts into it and yeah they have sex on the bed and take turns topping each other)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader (Smut) (Ramsay (got) has a younger sister and they often have intercourse, but this one night Ramsay brings Reek, his father and mother into readers room and ties them up. He tells them to watch. So Ramsay and her have really rough sex and tells them to look at her and makes her look at them to make sure they knows how good Ramsay makes her feel. When they’re done they kill them)

Betty Cooper X Fem!Reader (damn! i would have never imagined myself being with betty but when i was reading your post, u couldn’t stop myself from smiling! soft girlfriends haha. i love it! 💖💖💖 could you do something like this but as best friends with cheryl/toni or even both if it’s not too hard for you? i wanna see where it would go!)

Daenerys Targaryen X mercenary!male reader (The reader is a mercenary whom Cersei hires to kidnap Daenerys shortly after she arrives at Dragonstone. But instead of bringing Dany to Cersei, the mercenary decides to keep her for himself and tame her into becoming his willing lover)

Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader (The reader faints in Cersei"s arm)

Petyr Baelish X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Semi Requested!) (Now that all of her brothers are gone Robert"s legitimate daughter has risen to be seated on the throne. Her council is demanding a husband what will the new queen do!)

Robb Stark X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Hey I love your work! Could I request some angsty robb stark x reader? Maybe reader is Cersei and robert’s true child and was married off to robb. Cersei is very distressed about your wellbeing when the war breaks out and when she learns of the plans of the red wedding, she begs her father to spare you. He does but at a price for your continued show of hatred of the Baratheons and lannisters. Letting you have to watch as robb dies and returning you home without realizing you’re pregnant.)

A wolverine request but I can’t find the info (so if you requested a wolverine request please resend it)

1.Twisted Desires

Dean, Sam, and Y/N Winchester were trapped together from the moment John found yellow eyes had killed the mother of his child was killed by yellow eyes in 1988 exactly five years after his wife and mother of his eldest two children were murdered by the same demon. The three lived by there father’s code doesn’t go somewhere twice and you don’t stay long. They never got to make friends so they were all each other had so maybe it was a flower in the attic complex. The three siblings loved each other far more than anyone else ever but maybe Sam and Dean’s love wasn’t a way older brothers were supposed to love their little sisters and Y/N’s love wasn’t a way a little sister should love her brothers. But they controlled themselves the best they could. Sam went away to college and Y/N and Dean continued until Sammy got home. The three of them wouldn’t admit it but they needed each other but one night after all three Winchesters were frustrated over a particularly hard case and tightened sexual tension. Sam threatens to leave and Dean tells him to go. What happens when Y/N breaks down and begs him to stay? Will she confess how she feels or will there twisted desires remain hidden?

1.Going against the gods

Ivar the Boneless always felt like everyone tortured him everyone but his perfect goddess like Y/H/C (Your Hair Color) hair and Y/E/C (Your eye color) little sister. She was made for him she loved all her brother’s but Ivar knew he was her favorite. Whatever he wanted she gave him whatever he wanted her to do she did. When he killed Sigurd she didn’t call him a monster and never talk to him again. She began to cry and beg the gods to let him into Valhalla but not before Ragnar’s only living daughter took his hands softly and told him he needs to work on his temper but she still loved him. When Ubbe and Hvitserk boarded the boat she refused yelling, “He needs us I will not leave our brother and I will not choose between the three of you.” Though his sister began to distance herself after he married Freydis and realized he was a god. She began to pull away from Ivar and with ever pull there was a slide closer to there older brother Hvitserk. Ivar didn’t like it and as king he had to stop it even if that meant going against the gods.

1.Love At First Sight

Okayyy so It Would be the little sister of Scott (cyclops) and Alex(Havok) wich would fall un Love With logan the first Time she sees him☺️(3

1.I never stopped loving you

Billy Hargrove and Y/N Harrington were young and in love many years ago in high school. They broke up because Billy didn’t know his worth. Billy stayed in Hawkins went to a trading school and opened a garage. He even started steadily with a new girl after Y/N never came home at Christmas and then summer. She went to a big college a few states away her way of escaping her family even though Billy always said she was running from him and his messy life. A few weeks after moving to college she finds out the biggest shock of her life. She was carrying Billy Hargrove’s baby. Only one person knew, her twin brother Steve Harrington. Now four years later Billy is engaged and Y/N is finally coming home. What will happen with the two back in town together? 

2.Love Again

After Diana left him he though for sure he would never love again. Then the summer after the Hargrove's moved to town here comes Neil’s eldest daughter. 22-year-old Y/N moves to Hawkins Indiana after college. She pulled up one day to pick Max up from  El’s. The moment Jim swung the door open his breath left his chest. What happens when he hires her as Eleven’s tutor and Jim finds himself falling in love with the young woman. Will Y/N fill the same way? Is this Jim Hopper’s chance to love again or will he get his heart broken again?

MY girl

Nikki and her new girlfriend make it official

1.Two Broken Souls

Y/N is heavier than her friends and suffers from it. They are constantly putting her down. Her parents are constantly fighting at home. Jughead Jones is the loner boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Both are broken and hurting. Will They find Solace in each other or will they both suffer in silence.

2. Death … and new chances

Y/N Andrews's best friend dies and she is opened to a new possibility for her son

1. Together: 

Alex Standall Smut (4)

2. Our kids …..

Y/N Jensen is ready to co-parent with her one night stand 

3. octavia blake x sister reader smut

4. Rebekah mikaelson x sister reader smut

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Tonowari and Ronal (+ their children) (fic)

After Neteyam's death. Tonowari and Ronal knew how much their children suffered (Aonung, Tsireya and Rotxo). So after Neteyam's funeral they finally decided that enough time had passed, so they decided to talk to them, but at the same time that they tried to cheer them up, they also ended up in something very different than expected.

************************************************************************ Both Tonowari and Ronal saw their children with sadness knowing that they are still mourning the death of Jake and Neytiri's eldest son, Neteyam. As they looked at them, Tonowari realized how his youngest adopted son, Rotxo, was fixing a few nets and despite the fact that Rotxo physically seemed calm as if nothing had happened. Both Ronal and Tonowari knew that he was actually suffering and they both already knew it because Rotxo had done exactly the same thing when his biological parents died, the same day that so much Ronal, how her husband decided to adopt him when Rotxo was only four years old, was the same age as Tsireya despite being a few weeks younger than her, while Aonung was six years old when that happened. On the other hand, Tsireya was fixing some baskets that had been damaged while Aonung fixed his spear and also found that nothing in his family's Mauri was broken. What caused more sadness in Tonowari and Ronal because they both knew their children perfectly and knew that they were only trying to keep busy so as not to think about their pain.

Both simply couldn't bear to see them with such sadness, so with the help of Tonowari, Ronal, holding her very pregnant womb, walked gently to where her children were.

Ronal sat down softly and wrapped his arms around Aonung from behind his stomach while he watched him work on fixing his spear. Ronal gently kissed his son's cheek but immediately realized that his hair by gently rubbing his ear had made Aonung shuddered and will try to cover himself discreetly in his ear so that he would not be touched again.

Ronal: *Aonung, my dear, you have to rest even if it's just a little bit*

Aonung: *No thanks, I'm fine, mother. I don't need it*

Despite what Aonung had told her, Ronal could see that her son had curled up against her when Ronal had mentioned that he had to rest. And he had also noticed that Aonung had also tightened a little when his hands gently touched his stomach.

Aonung: *haha mother have m-more care-care hahaha*

Ronal: *Oh sorry Aonung but well who would say it seems that you still have as much tickles as when you were still little*

Ronal began to remember when Aonung, Tsireya and Rotxo were small and also remembered that both she and Tonowari used to tickle them a lot... in reality they only tickled Aonung and Rotxo because Tsireya didn't tickle at all. Ronal recalled that she and her husband constantly tickled them and above all they did it when they did not want to go to sleep or rest and then they both resorted to using that method to make them tired enough to go to sleep. In that, the idea came to Ronal, he turned to see Tonowari who seemed to be thinking about the same thing as her and Rotxo also approached. Before Rotxo realized that his father was behind him, Rotxo heard his father talk to him before he also felt his father caressing his back before sitting next to him.

Tonowari: *Rotxo, hey little one...*

Rotxo immediately turned around when he heard the voice of his adoptive father. Tonowari smiled softly at him before kissing his head, getting as close to him as possible.

Rotxo: *Hello, what's up, father?*

Rotxo asked him, observing him before then Tonowari will ask him the following, hoping to encourage his adopted youngest son.

Tonowari: *Hey son, don't you want to go out maybe I don't know how to see your friends?*

Rotxo: *No thanks, I'm not in the mood, I'd better stay here and I still haven't finished fixing the networks that I'm missing*

Ronal observed how Tonowari gently moved his fingers with one hand on his left side and with his other hand on Rotxo's right ribs before then she saw how Rotxo had tensed and discreetly tried to get away from him. On the other hand, Tonowari began to approach Rotxo again.

The next thing Rotxo knew was that his father had begun to move his fingers again and now on both sides of his sides. But not before Tonowari will gently hold him and sit him on his lap and begin to gently tickle him. Immediately Rotxo snorted before he started laughing hysterically while trying to get away from the tickling.

Rotxo: *HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA DADDY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WHAT ARE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA YOU DO-DOING? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA RELAX!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAA I'M AL-ALREADY!! HAGAHAHAHAHAHAYYAYAYA TOO BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH FOR THIS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA PLEASE!! HAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAYAHA THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAYAYYAYAHAYA IS NO!! HAHAHAHAGGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAH TSIREYA NO!!.*

Tonowari held Rotxo against his body while he continued to tickle him, Rotxo's girl's squeals caught Tsireya's attention. Who stopped doing what he was doing just to see his father tickle his baby brother adoptive. Tsireya smiled at the sight, followed by getting up and joining his father and baby brother.

On the other hand, Aonung who was still watching them with his mother sitting next to him. When Aonung saw the tickling attack that his father was doing to Rotxo, it made him extremely nervous. Aonung felt his skin tingling at the sight. Aonung was somewhat distracted observing what was happening so he didn't know what had happened until it happened. And that was that while Aonung watched his little brothers and his father, his mother inadvertently began to mercilessly tickle Aonung in his armpits. What immediately caused Aonung to begin to leave with absolute hysteria.

Aonung: *HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAH WH-WHAT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAHAY NOT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHJAJAHAHAHA MOMMY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH STOP!! HAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE!! JAJAHAJAJAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I BEG YOU!! YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DON'T TICKLE ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THERE!! PLE-PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHJAAJ STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH.*

Aonung immediately fell to the floor trying to dodge his mother's hands that were still tickling his armpits without mercy. He squealed laughing like a girl when she breathed a raspberry in his ears without warning.

Aonung: * HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHA MOMMY!! HAHAHAHAHAJAHJAHAHAHAAH NO!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA NO MO-MORE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY EARS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I BEG YOU!! YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYAHAHA PLE-PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT'S HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HORRIBLE!! NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WAIT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IS NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQQH THIS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ISN'T FUNNY!!.*

At the same time that Aonung was trying to get away and save himself from tickling, Rotxo was no better than him. Well, while his adoptive father. His father had laid him on the floor and while he was still tickling his side he also blew raspberries on his ribs and when Tsireya joined his father she had also started tickling him. Things were much worse for Rotxo and that was when Tsireya had started tickling all over his stomach by blowing raspberries all over his stomach.

Rotxo: *HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DADDY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH NO!! PLE-PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHH NO MY RIBS!! YAYAHAHAHAHAHAU AH TSIREYA!! GAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA IT'S HORRIBLE!! HAYAHAHAUAUAUAUAUAUAU RELAX!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA I BEG YOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH I ALRE-ALREADY HAD!! HAGAHAHAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ENO-ENOUGH TICKLING!!.*

Rotxo tried to escape the tickling but obviously not without his older sister adoptive who at the same time blowing raspberries in his stomach mercilessly had also begun to tickle his feet. Which were his points of death. Rotxo was so tickled, he just couldn't stand it at all.

Rotxo: *HAHAHAHAHAHHAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA WAIT!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T STAND IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAJAJJAAJAJAJA PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAJAJAJA I CAN'T STAND HAGAHAHAHAHATAHAYAYATA IT THERE!! HAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH ALREADY TOO MUCH ENOUGH!! YAYAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I WON'T BE ABLE HAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TO STAND!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA FOR A LOT HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MORE TIME!!.*

While that was happening, Aonung shrieked so loudly that he caught the attention of his father and baby sister making them stop tickling Rotxo to his great relief before he also turned to see his older brother adoptive. Seeing that Ronal was giving him raspberries all over his stomach while also attacking his armpits without having mercy on him. Both Tonowari and Tsireya and Rotxo looked at each other before they approached Ronal and Aonung. Tonowari held Aonung's hands at the same time that he blew raspberries in his ears while Rotxo was replacing his mother and he begins to tickle Aonung's armpits while Ronal concentrated completely in his stomach and then Tsireya mercilessly tickled his older brother at the waist making him scream with absolute hysterical.

Aonung: *HAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAYYYYA NO!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH MERCY!! GAGAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHYAYAHAHAYAYAY IT'S TOO MUCH!! YAYAYAYAYAHAHAHAYAHAHAYAYAYAYAY I HAVE TOO YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAAY MANY TICKLES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAHAYAY PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAUAHUAAUAH NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M TOO SENSITIVE!! YAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAU IT'S GOOD!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAYAY I GIVE UP!!, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAH I GIVE UP!!.*

Aonung screamed like a little girl while he was still trying to get away from his parents and his baby brothers before they decided to give him a break from tickling and then they will let him breathe a little. Aonung hugged his body still laughing at the tickles before he then felt how his father hugged him against his body from behind him just like his mother but in front of him at the same time that his baby brothers also hugged him. Before then, Tsireya climbed on top of his dad.

Tonowari: *Tsireya? What are you doing, daughter?*

Tsireya: *Right now I'm trying to get on your back*

He told him before he started trying to get on his father's back again and while he was going up...Tsireya stood firm as she went up just like she did when she was still a baby and a little girl. Tsireya heard her mother laugh as she watched her and when Tsireya had been close to getting on Aonung completely turned to curl up against his father and accidentally moved Tsireya's hand making her slip unintentionally fortunately that was only for a very brief moment.

One of Tsireya's feet pressed against his father's waist and then everyone (except Ronal) was caught off guard. When suddenly and out of nowhere Tonowari let out a squeal along with a laugh.

Tonowari: *HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WAIT!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHA TSIREYA!! HAYAHAHAHAHHAYAHAHAYAYAYY NO!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA.*

Tonowari let out a surprisingly sharp laugh and laughed hysterically as he moved his arms so that they were against his sides.

In an instant, Tsireya had been amazed because she would never have thought that she would make a new discovery that was also her favorite with respect to her father... she would never have thought that her father, like her brothers, could also get tickled! Tsireya curiously began to prepare him and scratch his father's stomach.

Tsireya: *DADDY!!, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!! NEVER TOLD US THAT YOU'RE TICKLED TOO!!*

Tsireya was very excited about this. He also began to tickle his father's armpits. What made Tonowari scream, laughing hysterically.

Ronal: *Oh-oh, Tonowari. It seems that Tsireya now has you under his control*

Ronal told her, smiling at her husband. While she watched, how Tonowari tried to cover himself and prevent Tsireya tickles him more and like her also Aonung and Rotxo looked at their father with mischievous smiles knowing that now they could also take revenge on him for the tickling attack he did to both of them.

Tonowari: *HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAYAYAYAYAY RONAL!! HAHAHAHYAYAYAHAYAYATYAYAYA YOU'RE NOT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HELPING ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATHAYAY TSIREYA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY STOP!! HAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ALREADY TOO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH STOP!!.*

Tonowari tried with all his strength to contain his laughter while at the same time trying to escape the tickling attack of his youngest daughter. At the same time that his own laughter was also starting to give him cramps and his throat hurt by the force in which he laughed. Tonowari could feel his laughter turn into a whirlpool all over his stomach... he could feel it going up. He kept moving and smiling, unable to stop him no matter how much he tried to contain him, and the more he moved, the more he realized the rest of his family was now also approaching him. Looking at him with evil smiles.

Aonung: *LET'S GO DADDY!! YOU HAVE TO BE HAPPY AND SMILE MORE!!, AS TSIREYA SAID!!*

Aonung laughed. And then before Tonowari realized what was happening, he immediately felt his eldest son climb up and sit on his lap. Thinking quickly, Aonung also began to tickle him only that he concentrated on his father's waist, began to pinch his father's waist as well as massage and quickly move his fingers against his skin. Joining his baby sister to tickle him without mercy or mercy to his father.

Tonowari: *HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHSHAHAHAHAHAHHA NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RELAX!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHSHA AONUNG!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHSHSHSYYSYSYAYA DON'T TICKLE ME!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHSHSYAHAYAYAYAYYA YOU TOO!! HAHAHAHAHUAYAYAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SERIOUSLY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH THIS IS TOO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAYAYA STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WAIT!! HAHHAHAHAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA ROTXO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYHAYA THERE IS NO!!.*

Aonung laughed at his father. Noticing how his two legs shook and pressed them as he crossed them with each other. And that was one of the few things that Tonowari felt most sorry for since he was a baby boy... since even after 15 years, he still ended up shaking his legs they will tense and cross as if he were still a little boy who was about to pee every time someone tickled him.

Suddenly animated, the head of the Metkayina turned on his back... Tonowari was very sure that that would make both Tsireya and Aonung fell off his back... but unfortunately for him his children simply made happy sounds and clung to his back laughing. And while Tonowari was still distracted, he didn't see how his wife along with his youngest adopted son also approached him. And before Tonowari realized again Rotxo was also mercilessly tickling him by moving his fingers all over the abdomen of his muscular stomach, while Tsireya still tickled his armpits without having mercy on his poor man with his small hands, as if he were painting a messy canvas with his fingers.

Tonowari: *HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AONUNG!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ROTXO!! HAHAHAHHAGAHAHAHA TSIREYA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RELAX!! RONAL HAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HELP ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH WAIT FOR THAT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!.*

Aonung as well as Rotxo and Tsireya laughed at their father. Seeing how I could barely talk because of the tickling.

Ronal: *Don't worry, kids. I'll hold it, I already have it*

Ronal told them with sweet and playful tones. Her mother stood on the side of her husband's head and then before Tonowari could be saved Ronal had taken his hands and put them under his two knees as well as his hands and kept them above her husband's head firmly, without letting the poor Tonowari moved and much less that he covered himself... The only disadvantage that all the Na'vi boys had was the fact that his whole torso was naked without protection and that was something that Tonowari was fully aware that he was naked. Oh no, now I'm really not going to be able to protect myself, his eyes begged his children to leave him before then Tonowari released a sharp scream as a child followed by the fact that he will begin to hysterically.

Tonowari: *HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA RONAL!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THERE'S NO HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAH RELAX!!... HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA THERE IS NO!!, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DON'T TICKLE ME!!, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAH PLEASE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHY HOLD BACK!!, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT'S ENOUGH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA I CAN'T STAND HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHA IT MUCH MORE!!, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY I'M TOO TICKLING!!, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!...*

Aonung along with his little brothers smiled, when they saw that his mother was giving raspberries in his ears to his father without having mercy on him and was also biting his ears making him scream with laughter while Tsireya increased the tickling in his father's armpits by tickling him mercilessly while he heard him scream with laughter. Tonowari couldn't think he was having a lot of tickling. Every little jolt of him made his wife and children laugh.

Tonowari: *HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RONAL!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAVE MERCY!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT'S TOO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T STAND IT!! HAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO CHILDREN!! HAYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I BEG YOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!.*

Tonowari frantically shook his lower body while he had begun to cry with laughter. While he tried to protect himself with his legs, his wife and children increased the tickling against him. It was official this was absolutely horrible... and the fact that he will turn around hadn't really done him any favors. He could defend himself from a whole herd of Akulas with his own hands and never be bitten... a child's game. Cutting the GDR soldiers from the depths of the ocean... easy. But not even the powerful leader of the Metkayina could fight against all Pandora's THE TICKLE MONSTER with six arms on her own... one of the most vicious and hungry beasts to stalk the jungles of the moon!

Tonowari: *HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA NO MORE!! HABAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHHAHAHA I'LL GIVE UP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU WIN!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU WIN!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHSHAH PLEASE!!.*

Tonowari laughed hysterically before he realized that his arms were free. He quickly pressed his elbows against his sides, hoping to still save himself from Tsireya's hands. But something stopped him. Oh no, great mother, please don't that Tonowari froze when out of nowhere he felt like Aonung his wife blow raspberries in his ears at the same time that his daughter also gave him raspberries in his stomach and Aonung also tickled his waist and was even giving him raspberries on the side of his waist but the worst thing was that his armpits were swept away with a lot of tickles that seemed to have no end by torturing him completely while they moved and vibrated against his bare skin. The combination of all that made Tonowari immediately go crazy with laughter while he had completely fallen into silent laughter and could no longer speak. Now he could only laugh hysterically.

Tonowari: *HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAGAHAHGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.*

Tonowari was getting exhausted... his throat hurt and his eyes irritated him... he didn't know how much more he could bear, Tonowari wasn't going to lie. It was official he was going to urinate on his loincloth and it was also official the fact that he was probably going to faint. His children continued to tickle him but to his relief he had slowed down the speed of his fingers although Ronal was still giving me raspberries in his ears.

Tonowari: * HAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHHSHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHSHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHHHHHAHAHAHHHHAHAHHHHAHHAHHHAHAHAH TSIREYA IS ENOUGH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAONUNG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHAHSHAHAHAHAH PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA ROTXO HAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA RONAL NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HE BEGGED FOR THEM!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAHH I'M GOING TO PEE!!.*

Tonowari felt how his face turned red with the shame of having to say that. But I really couldn't stand it anymore and in fact it was true that he was about to pee. But to his relief Ronal as well as Rotxo had stopped tickling him despite Tsireya and Aonung were still tickling his waist and also his armpits.

Ronal: *Tsireya, Aonung, my life, I think your father has already had enough ticklish*

Ronal told them, laughing a little at what her husband had said, still having his lips against his ears. Surprising Tonowari exploded laughing hysterically again because of that. Apparently they tickled his ears even when they only talked against them without blowing raspberries.

As soon as Tsireya and Aonung got off his back. Tonowari was quite relieved that at least now he had been able to pause to take the air by hugging his torso while he trembled still laughing at the residual tickling. He was not going to lie he was happy that he had managed to make his children laugh and smile although of course they tickled him until he almost peed he was not on his list he had to accept that he was happy that at least his children had smiled again especially after Neteyam. No one in his family could stop smiling at each other. Tsireya got off him only to curl up against his father just like Aonung who also got off while Rotxo curled up hugging his older sister adoptive. While his mother also hugged him against her being careful with his pregnant belly and Aonung got on top of everyone although with his mother he moved his head so that it was on his knees and not in his belly pregnant. Since Aonung not only did not want to inadvertently hurt his mother, he also did not want to accidentally hurt his baby brother or baby sister about to be born.

When Tonowari finally calmed down with laughter, he turned to hug his family. Kissing his children's heads before he kissed Ronal on the lips while with his arms he surrounded everyone so that they could sleep together.

Like the family... that they themselves should have been for a long time.

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#best dad tonowari #tonowari avatar #tonowari #ronal x tonowari #ronal avatar #aonung #tsireya #rotxo #ticklish!tonowari #ticklish!aonung #ticklish!rotxo #ler!tsireya #ler!ronal #ronal and tonowari #ao'nung #best sis tsireya #best bro aonung #avatar rotxo #Rotxo is adopted #roxto

[evita-shelby]

Cursed

Part two.

Part one

Cw: suicide, mentions of past cheating, refrences to an abortion, murder and the usual Peaky Blinders dark themes

Gif by @peakyblinded

“You lied to me, Grace. You told me he was mine, you told me you had been with no one else but me.” Tommy is bruised physically and emotionally, but his voice never rises against her.

He is not the type to hit or even yell at a woman, and Grace feels relieved to know that.

“I’m sorry, Tom. I thought he was, but when I realized that he was Jack’s---” she found herself lost for words.

“It was too late.” He finished for her.

“What will happen to us?” She asked, afraid of what will become of them.

“We’ll divorce, I’ll be generous and provide for the two of you. Given that you refused to let me adopt him and his birth certificate shows your late husband as his father, we will say that he is his son. Charles will be Charles MacMillan just as you still are Grace MacMillan.” He explained as of she was an employee and not his wife.

You don’t even deserve his kindness, Clive says in her ear.

“And what will we say?” the world isn’t kind to divorced women, especially women who cuckold men.

“That it didn’t work, that I cheated on you and that it was my fault.” That is was my fault for trusting you, she can hear it.

“I’ll leave Arrow House and go to London, I'm expanding my offices there anyways and I won’t be spending time here.” He added.

I’m leaving you. You have lost me forever.

“Did you think karma wouldn’t find you, Gracie dear?” Clive laughs over her shoulder.

The household looks at her with pity especially when Tommy leaves with his things and has what’s left moved to a room far from hers.

Its then that Grace decides that she will only be here until the divorce is finalized.

He hasn’t touched her since that day, she and Charlie live in Arrow House and he lives in London.

There is no chance for reconciliation, no chance that he will accept Charlie as his son after the reveal.

Whatever love they had was killed by her.

Her fourth casualty.

She calls Clive’s mother, tells her a sanitized version of the events and reveals that Charles is Clive’s son.

“We will take the boy, but not you.” The woman says in her thick Irish accent.

So she calls her family, praying that she could have a life with her son without being a burden for Tommy.

“Charlotte told me what happened, even worse, she told me she had an interruption after falling pregnant under your roof. Some maids had a field day with the gossip. The best we could do for you is to get you to Boston and have you live there under an assumed name.” her uncle, General Curran, said. “Better dead than a divorced whore.”

---

“It has to look real.” Grace goes to the only person who can kill her.

Tommy hadn’t been able to pull the trigger, Michael had trembled like a leaf before retching into a vase, so it falls on the one woman who can: Polly.

“I may be able to help you with that.” This isn’t the same Polly she met. No, this one has dark circles under her eyes and a sickly undertone to her skin.

This one can see ghosts, sees Clive smothering her with his presence and communicated with him as if he were alive.

This one would kill her in truth, but either way Grace has lost all that she had.

She lost herself the second she returned to England, she lost Tommy with her lies and now she’s lost Charles.

Death would be a kindness.

“He wants to marry Lizzie, you know. Says she’s the only woman he can trust now.” Polly says as she aims the gun at her forehead.

“I wish them well and tell Tommy I never meant to hurt him.” Grace shuts her eyes on instinct as the bullet is fired.

----

Grace Helen Shelby died, and Helen Nelson was born.

She is a barmaid, who helps her neighbor who has too many children and no husband to help her.

Helen likes to keep up with news in England, Boston and Ireland.

Helen isn’t hurt when she reads about Thomas Shelby who has become an MP and his wife, Elizabeth, and their daughter, Ruby.

But Helen cries herself to sleep whenever the Macmillans are photographed with the boy who was once hers.

“Did you really think karma wouldn’t find you, Gracie-dear?” Clive says as the woman aims her old gun at her temple and pulls the trigger

#tommy shelby x grace #lizzie stark x tommy shelby #tommy x lizzie #tommy x grace #cw: hallucinations #cw: suicide #anti-grace-burgess #anti-grace-shelby

[becauseyouhaveto91]

Eras tour was cathartic for my grief. Five years ago I posted about my sister and how @taylorswift ‘s soon you’ll get better song resonated with me throughout my sister’s diagnosis. I haven’t been on here since then but I’ve just had another Taylor experience that I wanted to share.

This past year my sister hit 6 years battling her colon cancer. I got married and she got to be my maid of honor. She planned my bachelorette party and I got to have her by my side on my wedding day. Shortly after that I got pregnant with our first baby. My sister was the first person I told and she was so SO excited to be an Aunt.

I was due December 1st 2022. My sister started having severe complications from her cancer in October. I was too far along in my pregnancy to travel but had permission to leave if I needed to in the event of an emergency. In late early November my sister was admitted to ICU where we found out her cancer had spread to her brain. They decided to treat her with radiation which she started that same week. I was 38 weeks along and unable to fly but was standing ready to jump on a plane in case her health deteriorated. She was released back home 8 days later. All of this was going down around the time of the Eras tour pre-sale. I was planning on inviting my sister to come to Chicago to go see Taylor together since she missed reputation due to treatment.

I had my little girl, Emma on November 18th. On thanksgiving I FaceTimed my family including my sister to introduce them to our newest addition. That was around 4:30pm that evening. My sister told me she loved me and then we hung up. At 7am the following morning I received a phone call from my step dad that she had died suddenly that morning. My husband and I packed up our things and were on a plane to my parents house by 10:30am with my new baby and myself just one week after my c-section. It was truly some of the darkest days of my life. My daughter was the light in the midst of the darkness.

it has been a really rough few months since then. I miss my sister so much and my heart feels shattered. She was 33. Around the same age as my dad when he passed. Safe to say I never bought tickets to the concert and I have been struggling with my grief and being a new mom ever since.

Fast forward to this past weekend and Taylor is in town for the tour. Someone sent me a post a few months back about grief and loss that essentially said instead of counting all of the experiences you are missing with your loved one, carry them in your heart and take them with you.

so I decided last minute that I was going to that concert. I bought an outfit Saturday morning. Died the tips of my hair blue. Scoured the resell sites all day then finally at 4:30pm pulled the trigger on a ticket. I spent an exorbitant amount of money on that ticket but it was worth every. Single. Penny.

The concert was cathartic. I hadn’t realized how little time I have given myself to feel my feelings and the show really helped to give me that space. I brought her with me. I scream sang my lungs out. I cried through All too well. And I just finally felt something. Then today I saw that announcement of the vault songs from speak now and one of them has Emma’s name in it. I feel like it is a sign from my sister that she is ok.

thank you @taylorswift for helping me to find that space. I promised myself and my sister wherever she is that I will never miss a concert again. And I hope one day I will be scream singing shake it off in the car at the top of my lungs with the windows down and my daughter in the passenger’s seat just like I did with my sister for so many years.

#taylor swift #taylornation #eras tour #tswiftlover #tswift13 #speak now #midnights #chicago #chicago eras tour #taylors version #taylor swift lover

[theconsofrom-coms]

Stalking isn't Romantic

There is this idea that what a woman wants is a man who is persistent and will continue to chase after her once she has already rejected him. While there are some cases in which that might be the case, I can assure you that while the idea of man constantly chasing you or watching you from afar might seem romantic (as it is portrayed in movies such as Twilight), if such a situation were to occur in real life, things would be very different.

Would you really like for someone to constantly be in your face even though you have already made your feelings clear? Or do men think that by staying in your face you will magically change your mind?

We will be discussing 3 films in which stalking is used as a method of courting, or is used by men in order to get the relationship started. The 3 films that will be discussed are "Hitch", "Management" and "There's Something About Mary."

Hitch, Stalk her...that's how you find out what she likes.

In Hitch, Will Smith plays Alex "Hitch" Hitchens, a man who is known as "the date doctor" amongst those men in need of real help. A man who knows what to say and what to do to make any woman fall in love. His next move is to help this man named Albert, who is one of his most hopeless cases so far, but in the process of helping him woe the woman of his dreams, he meets the one that might have captured his heart, a woman named Sara. But here's the kicker, none of his tricks seem to be working on her. He becomes clumsy, nervous and more like the type of man who would approach him for help. After a great deal of misunderstandings, his reputation is tainted and everyone finds out his methods of approaching women. But after realizing his own misgivings when it comes to giving advice to men, as well as realizing that his most successful cases seem to be those in which the men took his advice as just a way to obtain confidence, and acted more like themselves. After making up with Sara, and helping Albert obtain confidence to woe Allegra, they end up getting married.

The thing with this movie is that one of Hitch's methods of conquest, is to stalk a woman in order to know what she likes or dislikes. Which in reality would be very creepy if you were to find out that's how your boyfriend/husband/wife/girlfriend/etc. got to know you, not by talking to you and learning about you over time, but by following you and stalking you. Learning your favorite color, food, places, etc. What's the point of wanting to date someone, if you don't have any interest in getting to know information from the horse's mouth and using what you learn about me, to manipulate me into liking you.

Management, he seems to want to manage her life

Mike and Sue meet when Sue stays at Mike's parents motel. After attempting to woe her two nights in a row, she and him spend a night together. After Sue leaves to go back home, Mike decides to pursue her and follow her back home, and he does, she decides to spend time with him and they soon become close friends. They both return to the motel and they soon become even closer. But suddenly, Sue decides to return back home once more. After his mother dies, Mike decides to follow her once again, only to learn that she has gotten back together with her boyfriend Jango. With help from a new friend, Al, he continues to attempt to woe her, by skydiving into her home and even serenading her. But after all of his attempts, Sue comes to him to let him know that she is getting married to Jango and is also pregnant, which gets Mike mad and tells her to leave. After a bit of self-discovery in a Buddhist Monastery, he returns to his father's motel and decides to turn into a homeless shelter. After trying to contact Sue to tell her of the news, Jango informs him that they are no longer together. Mike then decides to look for her at her mom's house and asks to be with her, and her baby, and they embrace.

The stalkery vibe of Mike's flirting attempts are quite terrifying. Following her love interest, Sue, back to her home on multiple occasions, great-romantic gestures, and disapproval of her life-decisions. It is almost like, he wants to be the one person in her life that has the right to have a say in her decisions, or even full control over them. Constantly following her around and being in her face, is something that I can truly say is a bit irritating and horrifying in real life. His gestures while romantic in theory, are more creepy in actual practice. And it is nothing short of a miracle that Sue decided to be with him by the end of the film.

There's Something About Mary, stalking and manipulation at an immense level!

Ted is a 16-year old high schooler who gets the chance to go to prom with his dream girl, Mary, but after an incident involving his pants' zipper, he misses the chance to go on their date, and they lose touch. 13 years have passed and he continues to be in love with her despite not having seen her for more than a decade. Pushed by his best friend, he hires a private investigator, Pat, to track her down and tell him the information he needs to get her to fall in love with him. But oddly enough, Pat ends up becoming infatuated with Mary after stalking her for a while, and lies to Ted about her, in order to reduce his interest in her. He uses the information he has learned about her in order to woe her and they date for a couple of weeks, but soon enough he is run-off by other suitors. Ted eventually finds out of Pat's lies and tracks her down himself, and much like Pat spies on her to find the best time to approach her, and they soon begin to date as well. But Mary soon finds out that Ted hired Pat to find information on her, and breaks up with him as well. After a good portion of shenanigans ensue, all of Mary's suitors become known, and Ted is ready to give up Mary to one he finds to be most worthy of her, but oddly enough, she decides to be with him in the end.

The amount of stalking that is done in this movie is unbelievable. Both Ted and Pat stalk Mary to find more information about her, and all other suitors (except for one), also have nefarious ways in which they try to conquer her heart. The blatant way in which this movie romanticizes stalking is so ridiculous that I don't see anything else that needs to be said in that respect.

And so, that is all I have to say in respect to the romanticization of stalking in romantic comedies.

I'll be back soon with our next topic, what will it be?

I wonder...

#romantic comedy #romcom #hitch #management 2009 #there's something about mary #stalking #manipulation #controversial

[nnocturne]

today i was watching black mirror, "white christmas" (season 2) and when i saw people were blocking other people in real life, i was completely shocked. in the episode, when you get blocked, you can't see the other person, you can't see them in your reality, you can't see them in photos, in videos and every single memory is ruined. they just become a grey silhouette, you can recognize them but never visualize them, you can't even hear them. and as you slowly forget what they look like, what their voice sounds like, you wait for them to unblock you.

unbelievable, i thought to myself, since black mirror is absolutely dystopic.

how could ever anyone do that? isn't that extreme? sometimes it could work, and in my opinion, the girl in the episode had no real reason to do that, yet she did.

she spent a whole life with her husband, they were really happy and when she got pregnant he was ready to be a splendid father. she wasn't ready to be a mother, she didn't want to keep the child and he was disappointed because he was so excited to finally live his dream with her.

they argued that night, and i obviously thought "her body, her decision" i understood both parties, but then she blocked him for that night, and when he woke up she was going away, she didn't hesitate and left, forever. blocking him was not enough for her, and that's when i stopped understanding her.

he saw her after a few months, she was still pregnant, she kept the child.

he was happy, but sad at the same time because he knew he would have never been able to get to meet his child since the block was extended to children too.

he didn't know where to find her anyway, but he certainly knew that she would spend every christmas at her father's place, so he decided to go there, every christmas, to see her, and possibly their child.

a few years passed, he sees again his ex wife's silhouette, but this time, there was another figure next to her, a short, little one.

he watched this little figure grow every december, until one day, the mother died in an accident.

painful, but that meant the block was gone.

he visited one last time his daughter, he had a daughter and he could see her from behind, playing in the snow with a snowman watching over her.

when he walked over her to finally see her face, he didn't recognize himself in her, he had another man's eyes. his stomach turned, his veins shrinked and his heart stopped beating for a second.

it was so unrealistic to me, but when i finished the episode i realized that you don't have to live in a dystopia for something like this to happen to you, because it literally can. this could sound stupid.

that's what you did to me, cutting me off your life like i was nothing to you.

walking away from me like i was just a stranger and deleting all of what we had together.

and i still wonder, how could you do this to me? why?

i wish you could at least answer me.

#black mirror #i miss them #lovecore #dystopic #dystopia #sad thoughts #sad night #sadcore

[kyswhispers]

This is about the Sims 4, at the bottom there's a question. You can skip down to the question if you don't care about backstory.

I have a "Chaos World" save that is probably the most fun, and the most invested I've been in a playthrough, and I've got a couple household's I've been playing, part the base game townies, part randomly generated Sims, and part custom/makeovered Sims. While I'm playing I'll slip into CAS and edit the Sims that come up, stuff like that. And sometimes I'll go into family trees and piece together a backstory and such.

I decided to create a matriarch household that's the "Main" family I play, and all the rest are side characters, but sometimes they'll have their own "episode" if you know what I mean.

The Matriarch is still rather young, and had two kids fresh out of highschool with her highschool sweetheart, Kiyoshi.

They were crazy about each other, and their kids, Peyton and Hayley. Kiyoshi and Jazmine (The Matriarch) worked their butts off to raise these toddlers, and parent them right. Kiyoshi worked his butt off and was finally able to move out of his parents house and buy some land for him and his little family.

He built a home and farm out in Henford-on-Bagley and they lived there for just a short while before Jazmine found out she was pregnant again with another little boy! Unexpected, but not unwelcome! They named him Reid, and it seemed almost as if their lives couldn't get any better. They even got a puppy and named Tiber to top it all off!

Seasons pass, days go by, Kiyoshi is doing really good in his career, as well as Jazmine. Soon, it's Reid's birthday from a toddler to a child! Jazmine plans the birthday party days in advance, everyone has the day off, and Jazmine invites the whole family. Kiyoshis mom, dad, sisters and brother (Megumi and Naoki are Kiyoshis parents, and they decided to have twins after Peyton was born). They all head to the restaurant Jazmine picks. Everyone is having a great time. Eating, drinking, making jokes, and everyone pretty much has a happy or playful moodlet. That is, until Kiyoshi laughs so hard that he has a heart attack and dies!

Now, in a different household, I have a villainous Valentine named Megan, out to break up all couples she comes across, wether that be her beguiling and seducing them into breaking up with their significant other, or her being mean and badmouthing their partner. She was really good at the art of seduction, and betrayal. Anyone she came across, she ruined their relationship. But even she couldn't get Kiyoshi to betray Jazmines trust, he refused to be flirty, or build up a romance bar with her. (Can't we all have a man as dedicated as Kiyoshi?)

Not long after Megumi had Lieyen and Kenji, Megumi met Megan, and fell under her spell very quickly, and divorced Naoki with a quickness. Once Megan's spell wore off, she realized her mistake and tried to repair things with her husband, but she had already done too much damage to their relationship (FULL red romance. Yikes.) What she didn't know when she was trying to fix things was that Naoki was ready to GTFO and start over. He took both Leiyen and Kenji, remarried, and moved in with his new wife, and had a baby with her almost immediately after.

Her oldest daughter, Nanami had moved out too, so, she was quite lonely in her big house. She tried to date again, but she never felt the deep love she had with Naoki. She didn't remarry. When she heard that Kiyoshi had passed away, it was the final straw.

I got a notification that her pet (That I had specifically placed in her household) had been adopted by another household and I was shocked! So I looked into the "Known people" and saw her little portrait was a ghost! I looked into the family tree, and the cause of death was "Fell from height". I was actually sad about it. I know it doesn't say she did it herself, but I didn't know your Sims *could* fall.

Rest in peace Kiyoshi and Megumi Ito. You will be dearly missed.

Survived by Peyton Ito, Hayley Ito, Reid Ito, Nanami Ito, Lieyen Ito, and Kenji Ito.

(PS Does anyone know how to find Megumis Urn?? I don't know where she died, and I went to her house and it wasn't there either. I'm keeping the family line tombstones, and would like to have it. TIA)

Thanks for reading!

#thisisasimsstory #Sims4 #sims story