My first fan fiction (don't judge)

once upon a time Julia was walking through the park alone. She decided to sit under a tree near the water where she had a stunning view over the lake. Then suddenly she hear something up in the tree. she got up and she saw the most beautiful squirrel she had ever seen. His tail was so fluffy and his fur was chocolate brown. the squirrel came down and jumped on Julia ’ s shoulder. Julia thought:” I MUST BE DREAMING.” then she and the squirrel became best friends forever and ever and ever the end I’m bad at writing these

Defending our honor and shit

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Thanks so much for another prompt luv!!! :D:D:D 
So sorry it took so long for me to write, I’m going in order and I’m also crazy busy. Hope you enjoy!!!! <3

Btw, ‘mudak’ means asshole in Ukrainian (if google translate is correct) and the correct spelling of it is: мудак
Also, didn’t know how to end this so I kinda just ended it there :p

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Defending our honor and shit

Working as a mechanic has it’s perks, and one of them is that Mickey is done is work day when his son is done is school day. Therefore, he’s able to pick Yev up from school everyday. They get home and Yev helps Mickey make dinner so that it’s ready when Ian gets home. Well, it’s more like Mickey helps Yev since Ian taught Yev how to cook, and Mickey’s just not a big cook. 

Mickey was on his lunch break when he got a call from Yev’s school. 

“Mr. Milkovich, we’re going to need you to come pick up Yevgeny,” the receptionist at the school said.

“What?! What happened?” Mickey said.

“He got into an argument with another student and there is no place for violence at this school-“ she was cut off by Mickey asking, “Violence? Are you sure Yev was involved? The kid won’t hurt a fly…”

“Positive. We are awaiting you Mr. Milkovich,” She said before hanging up. 

“Fuck,” Mickey muttered. He couldn’t leave work now.

“Hey, Mick,” Ian answered his phone on the second ring.

“Ian, I need you to pick Yev up from school,” Mickey said to his husband.

“Now? It’s the middle of the afternoon why does he need to be picked up?” Ian asked.

“Bitch at the school called said Yev got into a fight with some kid, I know I didn’t believe her either. Can you just go please? I can’t leave work,” Mickey said.

“Mick, I’m at work too,” Ian said.

“Thanks captain obvious. Your boss has a permanent hard on for you, just tell him it’s an emergency, which it kinda is,” Mickey said. 

“Fine, alright,” Ian said.

“Thanks, call me later,” Mickey said.

“Wait-“ Ian said but Mickey had already hung up. 

“Fuck, I don’t know where to go when I’m there…” Ian said to himself.

Ian spoke to his boss and was of course allowed to leave and he was off to Yev’s school.

Once he got to the school he walked inside and immediately felt like a lost child. He had no fucking clue where he was supposed to go or who to talk to. 

He tried calling Mickey but it kept going to voicemail. Ian started walking around peeking into rooms trying to figure out where to go.

“Can I help you?” 

Ian turned to see who spoke. He saw a woman with blond hair in a high bun, a skirt that went past her knees, a blouse, and a blazer jacket on. She had glasses on and she had the whole teacher look going on.

“I hope so. Uh, I’m supposed to pick up my son but I don’t know where to go. I don’t usually pick him up,” Ian said to the teacher.

“It’s only 1 o’clock, schools not out until 3,” the teacher said to Ian like he was an idiot.

“I know that but we got a call that he was in trouble and needed to be picked up,” Ian said.

“Oh right okay, well the main office is that way,” the teacher told Ian pointing to her right. 

“Thank you,” Ian said.

Before he left she said, “Who’s your son?”

“Yevgeny Milkovich,” Ian said.

The teacher burrowed her brows and said, “I’ve met Yevgeny’s father before, you’re not him.”

“I’m his other dad,” Ian said.

“I thought his mother wasn’t in the picture, why are you than?” the teacher asked getting a little nosey.

“She’s not and I am because I’m married to his father,” Ian said.

The teacher looked at Ian in mild shock before saying, “Oh.”

Ian smiled at her and walked off to the main office.

He opened the door to the office and he saw a few receptionists sitting at their desks in the middle of the room. There was a big counter right in front of him that blocked the receptionists from the people on the other side. To his right was a long bench and Yev was sitting on it with another student and what seemed to be the kids mom telling him off.

“There you are!” Ian said when he walked up to Yev.

Yev looked up to see Ian and said, “Where’s dad?”

“Work, where I should be too. What did you do?” Ian asked.

Before Yev could answer a receptionist came up to the counter and said to Ian, “Can I help you sir?”

Ian turned to the woman and said, “Yes, I’m Yevgeny’s dad. Why is he in here and not in class?” 

The receptionist had the same look of confusion as the teacher did and said the same thing, “I’ve met Yevgeny’s father and you are not him.”

Ian rolled his eyes because of course Mickey wouldn’t say anything.

“I’m his other father and no not married to his mother but married to his father,” Ian said.

“Oh, this makes more sense now,” the receptionist said, “I’m sorry where are my manners, I’m Veronica.” 

Ian shook her hand and said, “Ian Gallagher.”

“The principal will see you all, now that you are here Mr. Gallagher,” Veronica said. 

Ian nodded and Yev got up to stand next to him. 

“Mrs. Cooper, the principal will see you and Mr. Gallagher now,” Veronica said.

“And the boys?” Ian asked.

“They will be joining you,” Veronica said. She lifted a part of the counter to let them in. She pointed them down the mini-hall to the left. Ian, Yev, and the other boy and his mother walked in silence to the principals office. They got to the door and the principal ushered them inside. 

All four of them sat on a sofa that was on the other side of the room and the principal sat in the sole chair.

“It’s nice to see you again, Mrs. Cooper, however unfortunate under these circumstances, yet again,” the principal told the boy’s mother.

“We haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, I’m Gary Williams,” the principal of the high school said to Ian. 

Ian said, “Ian Gallagher, I’m Mickey Milkovich’s partner. Yev’s other dad.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Gallagher. Well let’s get to it,” Mr. Williams started to say when Ian interrupted him.

“I’m sorry but what am I doing here? No one has told me why Yev is in trouble. He’s a great kid. He’s never gotten into any trouble. He wouldn’t even hurt a fly for Christ’s sake, it’s just a little hard to believe he got into a fight,” Ian said.

“Well Mr. Gallagher, Yevgeny and the other student, Scott, got into an argument in the cafeteria during lunch time. Why don’t we let them tell us what happened. Yevgeny?” Mr. Williams said nodding to Yev.

“I was sitting at a table with my friends and Scott was at the table behind me. I overheard him say ‘Fags are fucking disgusting, why are they still alive?’ and when his girlfriend said ‘Oh my God, I can’t believe you said that’ and then giggle. He then said ‘Who gives a shit about those fudge-packers?’-“ Yev started to say.

Scott interrupted him and say, “I did not say that!”

“I have no reason to lie,” Yev said simply.

“Mr. Cooper quiet down. Mr. Milkovich has never had any trouble before and the only times he is in my office is to get praise for his hard work. You could learn a thing or two from him. Mr. Milkovich, you may continue,” Mr. Williams said.

“Thank you. So as I was saying, I got up and went to his table. When I got there he turned to me and said ‘What do you want faggot?’ He said three homophobic slurs within a few minutes and my sense of reason went out the window so I punched him in the face, and possibly broke his nose,” Yev said.

“Possibly?! I won’t stop bleeding. You- he fucking broke my nose!” Scott yelled, looking toward the principal. He was still holding a small towel to his nose.

“Mr. Cooper please. I will not tolerate that kind of language in this school,” Mr. Williams said.

Mrs. Cooper turned to Ian and said, “I’m so sorry for my son’s horrible mouth. I do not know where he got any of that from. We are definitely not a homophobic family and we do not tolerate that kind of language in our home. He will be reprimanded for his hurtful words.”

She turned to look at her son and said, “You will apologize to Mr. Gallagher right now and to Yevgeny. You do not use that kind of language, you hear me?”

Scott nodded to his mother and leaned forward to look at Ian and Yev. He said, “I’m sorry for what I said Mr. Gallagher, it will never happen again. I’m sorry Yev.”

Ian nodded and turned to the principal and said, “So what happens now?”

“Well, we have a strict no violence policy. We also have a strict no bullying policy and the words Mr. Cooper chose to say to Mr. Milkovich are not excusable. Both will be suspended for three days,” Mr. Williams said.

“What?! I can’t be suspended! How’s that going to look on my college applications? I’m already applying from a public school,” Yev said.

“Mr. Williams is there anyway you can change the punishment? Getting into a good college has been Yev’s dream since he was like 6,” Ian pleaded.

“Like I said, we have a strict no violence policy. I’m sorry Mr. Milkovich but you should have thought about the consequences before you punched another student in the face,” Mr. Williams said.

“He was using homophobic language! I was just supposed to allow him to talk to me like that or just in general? You allow your students to use homophobic slurs in your school, Mr. Williams?” Yev said.

“No I do not Mr. Milkovich, and as I said, you both will be suspended for three days for your actions,” Mr. Williams said. “Three days suspension will not ruin your chances at getting into a good school Yevgeny. You are a bright kid, one of the brightest in this school. Don’t worry so much.”

“Mudak,” Yevgeny muttered under his breath. Ian looked to Yevgeny and smiled. Damn straight this guy was an asshole. Yev didn’t deserve this.

“The suspension starts as of tomorrow but you may go home now. I’ll see you both back at school on Monday,” Mr. Williams said. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Gallagher, and I’m sorry but there is nothing I can do. Yevgeny cannot get special treatment, he physically assaulted another student, he needs to be reprimanded for his actions, just like Scott.”

“I get that you can’t give my kid special treatment but never compare him to Scott,” Ian said before turning to Yev and saying, “Let’s get outta here.” 

Yev got up and followed his dad out of the principals office.

“What about my homework? Can I go see my teachers and ask them for the homework?” Yev asked Ian.

Ian rolled his eyes and said, “Go for it.” Yev ran off to his class and Ian was left standing there.

Yev’s teachers gave him the homework in advance since he was their best student. 

When Mickey got home he saw Ian cooking and Yev at the table doing his homework. 

“Hey,” Mickey called out as he took his boots off and shrugged out of his light jacket. 

“Hey, dad,” Yev said briefly looking up from his books to see his dad come in. 

Mickey walked over to Ian and placed a hand on his lower back. Ian turned to look at Mickey and smiled before kissing him on the lips.

“So, what happened?” Mickey asked sitting across from Yev at the table.

“Go on, tell him,” Ian said smiling from the stove, pausing momentarily to watch them.

“Some asshole at lunch said some homophobic slurs so I punched him in the face and broke his nose,” Yev said to Mickey.

“Really?” Mickey asked in disbelief. Although his son was a splitting image of him they were so different. Whereas Mickey was more violent and outspoken, Yev was shy and soft spoken. However, when there was an injustice or he felt the need to say something he was just like Mickey. Mickey had taught Yev how to fight back when he was younger because why the fuck not. Mickey learned how to fight because his older brothers would beat him up a lot, he figured they still live in Chicago, it wouldn’t be a bad thing for Yev to know how to defend himself.

“Yup, I saw the kids bloody nose. It bled throughout the whole meeting,” Ian said.

“That’s my boy!” Mickey said grinning at his son.

“Are you proud of me?” Yev asked tentatively.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?! I’m always proud of you, and now is no exception. You gave that douchebag what he deserved,” Mickey said.

“I guess… I got suspended for it though,” Yev said.

“How long?” Mickey asked.

“Three days. It better not fucking ruin my chances at a good college,” Yev said. He only swore when he was really angry.

“If it does I’ll break your principals kneecaps,” Mickey said.

Yev rolled his eyes but smiled at his father. 

“I called him a mudak, he didn’t hear me though. Not like he’d understand,” Yev said. 

Mickey laughed and said, “Good. He fucking deserves it.”

After they stopped laughing Mickey asked, “So, tell me. Did you hear the bone crack when you punched him?”

Ian rolled his eyes, of course that’s what his partner would ask.

Later that night, Ian and Mickey were laying in bed cuddling. Yes, Ian finally got Mickey to cuddle. Mickey wouldn’t admit it but he loves it, and Ian knows it but doesn’t say anything about it.

“What did the kid say to get Yev so pissed off?” Mickey asked looking up Ian. 

Mickey was curled up in Ian’s arms, his head on his chest.

“Something about ‘fags being disgusting’ then saying ‘fudgepackers’ and when Yev went up to the kid he called Yev a ‘faggot’. Yev lost it and punched him right in the nose,” Ian said.

“Bless that kid, I’ve heard far worse from Terry,” Mickey said.

Ian kissed the top of Mickey’s head and said, “It’s nice, he defended our honour and shit.”

Mickey laughed and said, “You’re a fucking dork, that’s where he gets it.”

Ian laughed and said, “Fuck off.”

Mickey kissed Ian’s chest before slightly getting up to place kisses up Ian’s body to his collarbone, neck, jaw, and his lips. 

“We’ve got a good kid,” Mickey said looking down at his soulmate.

Ian smiled and kissed the only man he’s ever loved deeply on the lips. 

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WARNING: This is going to be an intense fic! 

“You Are My Star...”
Its been awhile sweethearts I know but this one just came to me I don’t even know…its not my best I’m rusty I know but give me feedback loves. ♥ I’d love to hear from you. :) Warning; None Just Fluffy. *Would you like a Part-2?* Feel free to leave imagine requests and one-shot asks! Also I take In submissions if your a writer or your trying it out I’ll share I promise. ALSO THANKS FOR THE 1K I LOVE YOU ALL! ****************************************************************

Black smoke painted the air as Dean cursed furiously for heaven and hell to hear. The day had been quite busy with you and the boys destroying a rather large nest of vamps and all, during the hunt poor Dean got his ass kicked more than any human can handle trying to cover you, which to your opinion was absolutely not necessary, but after a reasonably punishing day the restless, tired, and achy boned hunter lastly needed a broken down “baby”. You were overwhelmed with guilt not only for his injuries due to his obsession to protect you, but also for the fact that it had been you that suggested that you and him hit the road to grab grub to replenish the arteries unclogged during the hunt. But with his luck a rattle, crackle, and a pop led you two to being stranded on the side of the road in the middle of know where with reception flat lining like a bitch.

“Son-of-a-bitch! only us huh.” Dean said his words finally not being directed towards the sky. “Dean…I’m sure the impala’s fine as long as you got that tool box there’s nothing you can’t fix.” You said giggling in attempt to shine a brighter light on the mood. “Left the tools at Bobby’s…” Deans head hung low indicating his disappointment in himself. Immediately you walked to where he was leaning against the trunk of the impala and wrapped an arm around him, resting your head on his chest feeling him go at ease from your comfort. As you stood yourself against him you listened around, It was silent except for the night sounds of crickets, owls, plus other night creatures, and the sizzling noise coming off the engine of the car. Dean placed his arm around your torso giving you a snug squeeze, you felt completely in peace his heart beat, warmth, and scent setting everything in place. You weren’t mistaken you and Dean were not a thing only hunting partners, friends, family or whatever but you had fallen in love for his charm and heart and the way you felt in his arms only justified your hidden feelings for him. You battled yourself on if mentioning your feelings to the green eyed hunter was a safe sounding plan or not but your mind stayed bewildered. “Y/N…” Dean whispered in your ear letting his plump lips ghost there. “Yes Dean.” You responded the feeling of his breath reaching your skin causing you to shiver. “The stars…their beautiful.”He stuttered out lifting his head to look among them, you following suite. “They are Dean…I could look at them all night maybe even my whole life.” Dean shook his head in agreement a smile spreading wide across his face. “That’s exactly how I feel about you Y/N…I could be with you all night even my whole life and never get tired of looking at you…your so damn beautiful.” As his trapped words finally escaped he quickly looked into your glassy, hypnotic, eyes for a second finding your lips afterwards sparking a kiss long over due. The kiss was soft, warm, and magical, each perfect second made your vital organ beat so hard you were afraid it would out of your chest and with that feeling heat had risen in your cheeks making you feel as if you were under a thousand suns but it didn’t matter everything felt perfect even the chills running up and down your spine with its effect leaving goosebumps painted on your skin. When the time came to take a breath you sat there marinating in the silence looking straight through his green candy apple eye’s that reflected the sky above you. You couldn’t find the words to say to him your thoughts drained only leaving you in the moment. “Y/N you are my star…” Dean spoke running his fingers through your hair sending another satisfying feeling through your body. You knew the right words to say but only feared what might happen once they are spoken but, still the necessity to let him know was strong. “I love you Dean.” your body quivered at the fear of rejection or being unmistakably over your head but, Deans soft, loving, expression never altered in disgust or disbelief. “I love you too.” Was the last thing you heard before you were surrounded by black as if your brain malfunctioned and shutoff…

“Hey what can I say my charm nearly kills people.” You faintly heard Dean chuckle as you sluggardly came to your senses. In only a moment after, you opened your eyes white blinding you before your vision took its time to blend together. Once your sight came into full control you sat yourself up from the couch turning your head to the left finding two Winchesters smirking at you, amused by how dumbfounded you appeared to be. “What the fuck happened?” You questioned confused about last nights incident. “I confessed my love…and I guess the feels was just way to much for you to handle… so you fainted.” In a only a second time lapse Dean burst into laughter Sam tailing him as if it was contagious. Your face heated in embarrassment and it must of shown too because their taunting giggles intensified as they looked you over. Your embarrassment rapidly faded as you joined in mesmerized by how happy Dean looked with his smile wide bringing out the beloved crinkles by his eyes. “Kiss me dumbass.” You giggled. With your demand he rushed by your side grabbing your hip and pulling you against his body. Kissing him inflicted the feeling of safety and comfort and it seemed as if only Dean and his touches made you feel that way. You pulled away your eyes glued to the grin rarely seen on his face, how could only a simple expression nearly kill you?. Your eyes turned to Sam finding him staring at the sight of you two awkwardly equally shocked by the happiness you surprisingly brought out of his brother. “Well Y/N…” Dean started, “I’m going to finish working on baby and then were going out to dinner. Sounds good sweetheart?” He cared that much, that much that he would take you out on a date as if you two were normal members of society. “Sounds perfect.”

“It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

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Hi all,

I’m sharing my thoughts on the publication of the fan fiction “After” as a novel on today’s One Take Weekend.

-me

Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark
Characters: Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark
Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Age Difference, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Fluff and Angst, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, First Time, Romance, Parenthood
Summary:

And now for something completely different — from the Vale to across the Narrow Sea, in which Sandor gives and learns how to receive, and realizes how Sansa Stark fell in love with him in the first place.

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before I post my last chapter for ‘Division of the Heart' tomorrow, here's the link for every chapter :)

I hope you enjoy it!!

CHAPTER 1 

CHAPTER 2 

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18 

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One Drunken Night in Germany Chapter 16

One Drunken Night in Germany

Chapter 16: Congratulations, it’s a …

A/N: Here is the next chapter. If you are new to this fic and want to start from the beginning, click here.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything associated with Thomas Müller or Bayern Munich.

Michaela’s POV:

“Ahhh!” I shouted 2 hours later as I rode out another contraction.

“Are you sure you don’t want an epidural?” Anna asked as she held my hand and was trying to remind me to breathe properly.

“Yes, for the millionth time, I don’t want to give birth to a stoned baby,” I yelled as the contraction ended.

“Well, then can I have it, because seriously babe, I want to be able to use my hand after this,” Anna asked, as she removed her hand from mine and shook it like she was trying to get feeling back in it.

“Any time you want to change places, let me know, I am 100 percent on board,” I replied. I glanced at the clock on the wall and discovered it had only been about 2 minutes since the last time I had looked.

“He will be here,” Anna promised.

“What if he doesn’t make it?” I asked.

“Then I will go in with you and we will take tons of pictures. We prepared for the chance that he might not be able to make it to the birth. Do you remember the birthing class? Thomas made anyone who could conceivably be around when you went into labor attend. Thomas made Bastian attend, even though he could not come up with a reasonable scenario in which Bastian would be around but Thomas would be unable to get to the hospital,” Anna reminded me.

“True. I can’t believe he did that, although it was worth it to see Bastian pretending to be pregnant so you could practice being the birthing partner. I have to admit, I was so disappointed when the instructor showed up at the house. I thought that for sure I would be able to leave the apartment to go to the birthing class at least, but I forgot the rule: never underestimate ThomaAAHHH,” I cut off, reaching for her hand again as I was hit by another contraction.

“Remember to breathe, short, short long. Good, you are doing great, Michaela,” Anna coached as I tried to focus on my breathing.

“Those are getting close together,” I told her as soon as it had passed.

“Stop worrying, he will get here. What can I do to make you stop worrying?” Anna asked.

“Distract me again, tell me another story, a bad joke, anything,” I prompted.

“Ok, how about the picnic? Thomas realized you were so disappointed that you basically hadn’t been out of the house in three weeks that he surprised you by leaving practice early one day so he could take you to the park you like and had a picnic waiting. He even set up a table and chairs because he knew you would not be able to sit on the ground that long,” Anna replied.

“Yeah, that was great. So romantic, he even found a bakery that made us rolls shaped like our initials. He carried me up and down three flights of steps because there is no elevator in our building. And when we opened the door, I find it was all a clever ru-ugh,” I groaned as I rode out another contraction.

“It was all just a clever what?” Anna asked as the contraction ended and my grip on her hand loosened.

“Ruse. It was all just a clever ruse so that you could get me out of the house to set up the baby shower you had forgotten about,” I reminded her.

“I did not forget. I had to wait because I wanted it be a surprise. Plus, you had your graduation/going away party right before your welcome to Munich party, I wanted to give you a break before throwing you another party. Besides, you can’t have a baby shower too close to Valentine’s Day, same with St. Patrick’s Day. The timing had to be just ri-ow, ow, ow, hand,” Anna complained as I was hit by another contraction and squeezed her hand suddenly.

Just then the nurse walked in. “How are things going in here?” she asked.

“Peachy. I was just wondering what all the fuss is about giving birth. This is a walk in the freaking park,” I replied in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

“That is lovely dear, now open up, I need to see what is going on,” the nurse responded dryly.

Anna and I exchanged a look while the nurse was under my sheet, and when she emerged the nurse said, “Michaela, you are almost fully dilated, you should get your gown and gloves on Anna, it looks like you are going in.”

“Hand me my phone,” I ordered Anna as she started putting the items the nurse had brought in earlier on.

I dialed Thomas’ number one more time and it went straight to voicemail. “Thomas Müller I am being moved into the delivery room soon, and if you are not here by the time I do you are going to be sleeping on the couch for a month, do you hear me? I am having contractions and I am almost fully dilated and the nurse is weird and I have forgotten her name, and you promised you would be here, and while it would be great to see Pep without eyebrows, I want you to get here in time. I want you here 2 hours ago, do you understand me?” I hung up as the next contraction started.

“Where the hell is he?” I asked Anna once it had passed.

“He is on his way,” Anna assured me.

“Ok, time to go,” the nurse said as she breezed back into the room.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I really hate you,” I told the nurse.

“You are not the first. Here, have some ice chips,” she said, handing me a cup of ice as she started to attach my IV and all the machines that were coming with us to the bed.

“I don’t want ice chips, you awful cow, I want you to act like a normal human being,” I replied, throwing the ice at her.

“What is going on in here?” a voice I would recognize anywhere asked from the door.

“Thomas, you are here,” I cried in relief, reaching for him.

“Of course I here, I promised,” he replied, kissing me on the lips.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I called you less than a minute ago,” I told him.

“I was in the elevator, it didn’t even ring,” he said.

“You always have to answer your pho-AHHH,” I screamed as a contraction hit.

“You will need to put these on,” the nurse said as she handed Thomas a gown and gloves.

“I will do that as soon as she loosens the death grip on my right hand,” Thomas replied.

“Super,” the nurse responded as she left the room again.

“Do me a favor?” I asked Thomas as he was putting the hospital gear on.

“Anything,” he told me.

“Don’t hold anything I say to you while I am pushing a human being out of my body against me?” I requested.

“Deal,” he agreed.

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Twenty minutes later we were in the delivery room and I was suddenly regretting not getting the epidural. “Thomas, if you don’t stop telling me what a great job I am doing and reminding me to push, I am going to push my foot right up your ass, how does that sound?” I asked.

“Well, what would you like me to say, the birthing coach told me I was supposed to be supportive,” he replied.

“Not to interrupt this lovely moment, but the head is crowning, I need you to start pushing now, Michaela,” Dr. Heinrich ordered.

“I hate you so much right now, Thomas,” I said with gritted teeth as I pushed.

“You can feel however you want right now as long as you push and remember to breathe,” Thomas responded.

“Ok, great job Michaela, the head is out, now comes the fun part. Next contraction, push as hard as you can,” Dr. Heinrich told me.

“If you remind me to breathe one more time Thomas, I am going to take my IV stand and hit you in the head with it,” I screamed as I pushed with every ounce of strength I had despite being in the worst pain I had ever been in. Suddenly the pain lessened considerably and the room was filled with crying.

“Great job, Michaela, you are all done, it is a girl,” Dr. Heinrich spoke as he handed the baby to a nurse.

“It is a girl,” I repeated with happy tears in my eyes as I looked up at Thomas. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

“Thomas, do you want to cut the cord?” Dr. Heinrich asked.

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” Thomas joked with a peck on my lips.

I chuckled exhaustedly as he walked to the end of my bed. He came back a minute later with our daughter wrapped in a blanket. “She is perfect,” Thomas said with awe in his voice.

“Then she takes after you,” I replied as he set her in my arms.

“She needs a name,” Thomas mentioned.

“I like Katrin,” I replied.

“Me too, it suits her somehow. Katrin Elisabeth,” he suggested.

“Katrin Elisabeth?” I asked.

“Yeah, your grandmother was Elisabeth, and it is yours and your mothers’ middle name. I think we should continue the tradition, don’t you?” he asked.

“Katrin Elisabeth Müller. I like it,” I answered him.

“Welcome to the world, Katrin Elisabeth. We have been waiting to meet you for months,” Thomas told her as she yawned hugely.

“I think she is unimpressed,” I said him, stifling a yawn of my own.

“Well, she has had a tough day, so has her mom. I think she has earned a nap,” he replied.

“Well, as long as her daddy says it is ok,” I agreed.

“Oh, wow,” he said incredulously.

“What is it, babe?” I asked.

“I am a daddy. I am someone’s Father,” he replied with a chuckle.

“And you are going to be a great one,” I told him. He leaned down to kiss me on the forehead, then turned his attention back to Katrin. Our perfect little miracle.

A/N: Let me know what you think, this story is going to be wrapping up soon, but there are at least 2 more chapters left. Don’t forget to click here if you want to read any of my other football fan fic, and if you want to request a fic feel free to do so, and if you are shy you can always do it anonymously.

Tried a little experiment and tagged one fic with a popular ship, and another fic with a reader x character romance. Literally received a hundred more views in a few hours than I’ve had for regular pieces (with better written summaries) that have been up for months.

And while I don’t get too many requests, when I do (especially on my other account), they’re almost always based on romance or the erotic.

Which makes me wonder — is there a place in fanfiction for non-romantic/non-erotic/non-pairing stories?

I’m new at this, so I don’t know. Is this a Supernatural thing? Is it a fanfiction thing in general?

Figuring it would be stupid to try to make this kind of assumption based on my work alone  (little-known amateur, here), I started looking over the work of both writers I admire and those who are popular, and even they’re not exempt. Authors who had thousands of likes and hundreds of comments on relationship/erotic-based stories had considerably less attention paid to their fics that did not have those elements.

When it comes to popular professionally published authors, sometimes they tackle a romance in their work, sometimes not. Depends on the story. Given that their stuff is still found on bookshelves worldwide, their readers are apparently staying with them regardless.

Judging by the above (with particular emphasis on the other fanfic authors I mentioned), the same doesn’t seem to apply to (SPN) fanfiction.

Which again leads me to the question — is the fanfiction genre pretty much synonymous with romance and erotica? Is that the primary reason people turn to fanfics? If so, I’m not debasing the audience for that, but it redefines my perspective of what a person can expect in terms of viewers and, particularly, feedback.

I’ll keep writing what I write when moved to, regardless. If I have words or feelings to get out about certain characters, they’re gonna escape one way or another. 

I’m not writing this out of some jaded venting. I’m curious about the experience of others — both readers and authors. I don’t know who will see or comment on this, if anyone (what the hell am I doing up so early on a Saturday morning?!), but I’d love to hear your thoughts, on anon or privately or whichever way you choose. And if you have any fav fanfic authors or stories that aren’t based on one romance or another, I’d love to hear about that, too, because I could use some more authors to subscribe to. :)

Writing Prompt #3: "Patient Zero."

Kindervenom: Mikey catches a cold and everyone suffers.

Author’s notes: This takes place when the turtles are about 11-12. Rat Dad nostalgia and grumpy, sick turtles. 

These prompts have been a lot of fun, if anyone else wants to see something written ask away and I’ll do my best.

Patient Zero

 It started with Michelangelo, as it usually did. The weather turned and he could not resist the siren call of snow piles and frozen puddles when they appeared in the tunnels. He would come back to the lair freezing and dripping wet and all the while grinning and saving one last snowball for Raphael. The cold made all of them sluggish, lowering their immune systems and soon his icy jaunts would result in sniffles that grew into a proper cold in a few days’ time. He would refuse or forget to heed Master Splinter’s constant reminders to cover his mouth when he sneezed or coughed and the cold would start its predictable path through the Sensei’s young sons.

Master Splinter would try to quarantine Michelangelo before the spread of germs began, but his youngest held an almost pathological dislike of alone time. It was a battle Splinter could not win. He would place him in his room with tea and extra blankets only to find him tiptoeing down the hallway towards Donatello’s lab or sitting watching his eldest brothers spar, surrounded by used Kleenex. Splinter would send him back to his room, his blanket trailing behind him, but the damage was already done.

Leonardo would fall next. Unable to turn his little brother away when he sniffled and whimpered at his bedroom door, blaming nightmares and monsters for the midnight visit. Leonardo would deny the cold for as long as he could, but when the chills started and his nose would not stop running there was nothing to do but crawl into bed and admit defeat. Master Splinter found his eldest to be a much better patient than the others. The young turtle was always eager to please his father even in sickness. Raphael, however, was not so quick to follow direction, no matter how well intentioned they might be.

The first hints of the illness finding its mark would make him rise to anger, as most things tended to do. He would pout and stomp, cursing Michelangelo’s name while blowing his nose like a hurricane and refusing help until the spins settled in and he had no other choice but to submit. Even curled under a pile of blankets with his brothers snuggled up alongside him and a cup of warm tea in his hands he would still pout and grumble and try to punch Michelangelo with weak and tired hands.

 Prone to bouts of isolation, even at such a young age, Donatello tended to avoid the rampaging germs until all three of his brothers threatened to pass along the sickness. Master Splinter would find his son hunched over his keyboard or curled up beneath his work bench, shivering and stubbornly plodding along with his most current project. It would take some coaxing to pry him away from his work, but Master Splinter would not take no for an answer. He was too big to carry now, but even walking beside him Splinter could hear how his breath rattled in his chest. The rattle would turn to a heaving bronchial cough before the illness ran its course.

“Move over,” Donatello muttered, dropping to the ground to huddle with his brothers in the crudely made nest on the floor.

Michelangelo scooted over, only to curl back up alongside his brother once Splinter tucked the blankets around them. They had all grown so much in the past year; the rounded faces and squat limbs of childhood giving way to the awkward gangly bodies of preteens. They had their own rooms now, their own spaces and their own increasingly separate interests. Illness had a way of making them forget their desire to grow up. They sought each other out and huddled together for warmth and comfort, just as they always did when they were so much smaller.

“Someone’s foot is in my shoulder,” Raphael grumbled and the blankets shuddered as he tried to hit the unknown offender to his personal space.

Michelangelo laughed around a loud sniff, stretching his foot to tap his brother again. There was another violent thrash of the blankets only resulting in another laugh from his youngest and a third attempt at vengeance from Raphael. Master Splinter was stopped short of ending the rough housing when Leonardo took it upon himself to settle his brothers.

“Enough,” he said, his voice strained but stern enough not to invite any arguments. “Go to sleep.”

“Yeah, and you hit me instead,” Donatello said, his words trailing off into a hacking cough.

“Sensei, can we watch TV?” Michelangelo asked, his attention already diverted from bothering his brothers. “It’s too quiet in here. I promise I’ll go to sleep if we can just watch one show.”

Master Splinter had very little use for the television and almost banished it from their home when Donatello repaired the old set to working order. It was a distraction in a world already full of distractions and only made their curiosity for the outside world all the greater. He intended to deny the request, but the four matching pitiful stares that looked up at him from the nest of blankets and pillows undercut his reserve. He sighed and gave a, short nod.

“Yes, one show and then sleep,” he said, tucking the blankets up once more when his youngest squiggled in excitement. “A short show.”

“Hai Sensei,” Michelangelo replied, flailing across his brothers to snag the remote from under the couch.

They settled in with more than a few coughs and sniffles. The brightly colored cartoon blared to life on screen and despite the flash and noise of it all four turtles were asleep by the end of the opening credits. Master Splinter clicked off the television and left them to their rest, looking all the world like the tiny children from his memory.

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Supernatural 200th episode party

#Can’t wait for this episode #or to see more pics from this bc omg they all look so hot

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