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Do you have time to talk about our lord and savior Alisa Haiba? HER BIRTHDAY IS ON MARCH 5th!! (And also ukai's) AND IM DEAD I CANT WAIT TOSEE MORE ART OF HER LIKE EV ER YWHERE

happy birthday alisa!!! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*

nursey the tech disaster and dex the apple support guy: an au

a conversation between me & @brandnewfashion

(interspersed with random hockey commentary)

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au where nursey keeps having IT trouble and every time he goes online to use that quick chat help service (bc he doesn’t want to call. that’s awkward af) he gets dex as the service guy

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Clark Kent Is Too Goddamn Attractive and The Way He Looks At Lois Lane Should Be Illegal; A Masterpost:

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Free To Be You and Me

Characters: Y/N Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned) Caleb Nichols (OC - mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned)    

Pairing: AU - Caleb x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: Divorce, cheating (not Dean nor the reader), low self worth, douchebag ex, Dean being perfect (yep that’s a warning), smut (not super graphic but it’s there), oral (female receiving), vaginal sex. Unsafe sex - wrap it before you tap it y’all.    

Word Count: 2600ish

A/N: This is written for @jensen-jarpad’s big celebration challenge - I had the idea for it pretty quickly but it took me a while deciding who I wanted to write it for. I ended up going with Dean but it is AU and not SPN verse.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @percywinchester27 for betaing this for me (sorry bout the smut Ana - it just happened!)

Your divorce had finally gone through and you knew you were supposed to feel something. Grief, relief, something. Instead you couldn’t stop thinking how you had wasted 3 years of your life on a guy who had  constantly belittled you, and done everything in his power to close you off from your family and friends.

It had taken him cheating on you with his secretary, which was only the world’s biggest cliche, for you to finally have had enough. He hadn’t even been sad or angry as he had watched you pack your bags and walk out on him, to go live with your dad until you could get back on your feet. Instead, he chose to tell you he knew you would be back. No other man would love you and he was only with you out of pity anyway.

Nothing about your marriage had been healthy or loving. You didn’t regret for one second that you had left him, but still his words had stuck with you. As you sat there on your couch staring at the finalized divorce papers you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. Were you unloveable? Surely there were girls that looked much better than you, but you had never put that much stock into looks. You had always been a tomboy anyway and your best friend in the entire world was a guy. Or rather he used to be. Caleb had never liked Dean, and the feeling was mutual. The only difference was that Dean had never asked you to chose between the two of them. Caleb had, and the idiot you had been, you had chosen the man who had spent every day of your life together telling you you weren’t good enough, above the man who had been there for you whenever you needed him. The man who had held you as you cried when you mother had passed away. The man who had celebrated every graduation with you. The man who in spite of how he felt about the guy you had married, had showed up at your wedding to support your decision. That had been the last time you had seen Dean.

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headcanon of the day is of niall and harry at a party - any party - after an argument of some kind. something about the nature of their relationship, the uncertainty of the perimeters of it raised by one of them that makes the trip to the party in question strange - makes them both feel out out sync, like their heartbeats are out of tune.

other people happen, alcohol happens, and once they meet again it’s hard to speak. harry corners niall somewhere – finds support in walls and a sticky floor and braces the soles of his shoes for possible resistance. he won’t let niall get away without words of reassurance. can’t keep celebrating one thing or another unless he knows that niall knows. so he says, “I do love you. You know that, right? That I love you.” and niall doesn’t say it back. he probably rolls his eyes, placates with a hum of “yeah. yeah, haz, sure,” and presses lightly with wide palms over that defined chest, those familiar pecs that absorb the hitches of his breath so beautifully when they’re intimate with each other.

and harry is drunk, and harry is in love, and harry has a heart in that chest that tunes into niall better when they’re close like this, and he doesn’t protect it as well near niall as he does within the rest of the world, so he’s hopeful. runs on that hope and the alcohol and the love, and blindly believes that niall truly knows. that he’s fluent enough in harry that he gets the weight of his words, of his confession. so he presses a sloppy kiss to niall’s lips, and makes the prettiest noise when niall sighs out fond exasperation in the gap between them before drawing harry back in for another kiss. a proper one, with tongues covered in alcohol.

and then, when harry’s staggered back out among the people and is dancing with all those long limbs and that pretty face as though the world can’t possibly be better, someone comes up to an entranced niall and asks him how he is these days, if he’s seeing anyone. and niall can’t believe himself. can’t believe that he is in love with that fool over there. can’t believe that there was a time in his life when he wasn’t. and he says, “well.. there’s that,” with a nod over at the hurricane on the floor, and he’s never been happier.

You Don’t Know Me

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by nvmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.841

Warnings: swearing

A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be


Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back. 

What is happening to me?

You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where. 

Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.

It’s just cold water, calm down.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin white as the snow that had already melted away weeks ago. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.  

Sighing deeply, you finished up your cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.

Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.

Date of last period: February 16th

Current date: April 17th

Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to visit you and make your life horrible. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.

“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”

With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass you but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to. 

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell. 

Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.

“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.

The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”

Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.

“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.


After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.

What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!

As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.

“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”

She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”

You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body. 

The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this new or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.

“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it. 

“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.

“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are about 89% of the time right unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’re calmed down, okay?”

You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”

The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.

“No go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to your apartment. 

Maybe you still had a chance.


“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”

“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really happy but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.

“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to calm down to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.

“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.

“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.

“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there.

His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it. 

You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.

“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”

His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”

Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important. 

“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.

He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”

With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.

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1k, Belle and Adam One-Shot, ff.net
A one-shot of the scene (and conversation) that must have occurred between the kiss and the reunion with the servants. Set after the 2017 film, but it really applies to the original also.

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me: has over 100 games i have not finished

me: never plays any of them, cant pick one i want to play, etc

me: buys more games

While we’re on Headcanon Express here…

I like to think Dave is more unsettled by the differences between Dirk and Bro than the similarities.

Dirk does something frighteningly similar to Bro and Dave says nothing, hardly even thinks anything of it. They’re bound to be similar. That’s To Be Expected.

But sometimes he bangs his fucking shin on a coffee table at 3am while flashstepping and the goDDAMN X FILES THEME PLAYS IN DAVES HEAD AS HE STARES IN BEWILDERMENT. Dirk proceeds to curse under his breath about asspacking endtables as he makes himself a pot of coffee, all the while Dave’s entire world is falling apart. He thinks back. Had Bro ever clipped the coffee table? No? What the fuck, did he ever trip over a chair? NO? SLIP ON A SMUPPET… NO. No unexplained bumps in the night, no quiet cursing as he goes about his weird routines. Nothing.

I think that after a while he gets used to it, and takes comfort in the differences as well as the familiarity fostered by any resemblance he may share with dead relatives. But it takes time. And so it goes that for like 4 months Dave just quietly freaked out every time Dirk wasnt the untouchable broninja he grew up with.

The Serpent Or Me - Part 2 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Part 1

Characters/Pairings: Jughead x Betty (Mentioned), Serpent!Reader,

Warnings: Kissing, one swear.

Word Count: 1018

Originally posted by colespro-use

Y/n’s POV

Time for another day of sub-par education at Southside High.

I parked my bike up and looked up to the entrance. A familiar pair of eyes connected with mine. That would be my new friend and the latest addition to the gang, Jughead Jones. He gave me a slight wave, distracted by the phone call he was taking. As I got closer, I could see a smile spread across his face. In the few weeks I’d known him, I’d not seen him that happy. I wondered who was on the other end of the phone call.

‘…I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Bye Betty.’ He put his phone away as I approached.

‘You look happy? You feeling okay?’ I joked.

‘I had a moment of weakness. Back to sarcasm and misery now.’ He smirked at me. The bell rang for first period. I gestured to the doors.

‘Shall we? English is just calling our names.’

‘Yippee.’ I raised my eyebrows at him. We walked into school and did the usual check through security. The joys of going to a school with criminals. Yes, I occasionally came under that category but we’re not all gun crazy.

‘Hey, I know you’re a sucker for Shakespeare.’ I teased.

‘Keep that on the down low. Remember I’m supposed to be some scary serpent now.’ He noted, with a hesitant chuckle. We reached the door of our class. I winked at him.

‘Your secret’s safe with me Jughead.’ He gave me a sly smile, his hand scratched the back of his neck.

‘You can call me Jug you know, most of my friends do.’ It’s wrong that I thought of the Serpents first, but they’d be happy to hear this, I was progressing quickly. Jughead had started to trust me and that could only mean good things for the gang. I nodded at him, smiling back.

‘Okay Jug, time to help me understand A Midsummer Night’s Dream, cause I have zero clue.’ He rolled his eyes at me before we headed into class.

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Nothing Pt. 2 (Jungkook/Reader) Ft. BTS

Genre: Angst X Slight smut

Words: 3,774

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: When I first met her, I could see a younger Y/n. (Warning: slight smut, mature themes, and swearing)

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Dad (Alpha Yondu x Omega reader)

Everyone laughed as Quill told the story about them fighting the giant “Megasquid” as he put it. It was nice being around friends and away from the ravagers for once. Yondu had taken his mate away for the week to get some fresh air and had met up with the Guardians of the galaxy along the way. The alpha currently held his mate’s legs in his lap and was rubbing her swollen legs. She was currently seven months pregnant and as of lat had been having a very hard time doing anything. She would always hide her pain or discomfort from him, not wanting to seem weak or as she had said once to bother him. The Centurian had told her time and time again that he was her alpha and it was his job to take care of her but she would just smile that innocent smile she always did. Glancing at her now he saw her smiling brightly at the stories Quill told. Looking back at at the others he saw as Quill took a sip of his drink, “I would ask what you two have been up to but I think that is rather obvious.” he chuckled gesturing to y/n’s large belly. Y/n flushed a bright red as Yondu just cut his eyes at his adopted son. “How did you make your baby?” Drax asked making Gamora smack him and look at him with wide eyes. “Dude?” Quill gasped “What is wrong with you?” Gamora said making the large grey man confused. “What? My father would tell the story of impregnating my mother every winter solstice.” he said looking around to the rest of the guardians sitting around the ship. Y/n raised her brows at the statement and looked beside her to see her mate, Yondu equally shocked. “That’s disgusting….” Quill said with a nod of his head and Drax let out a deep gasp, “It was beautiful.. You earthlings are strange.”  he scoffed.  "I really don’t want to know what they do in their bedroom.“ Quill said and Yondu smirked, "Who said it was in our bedroom…” he chuckled and felt his wife stiffen, “Yondu!” she growled kicking his leg.

After a few more jokes at Yondu for becoming a father he looked over to see his female sleeping. She had been sleeping a lot the past few days and it worried him. “God Yondu hope you don’t bore her that much in bed.” Rocket mocked and Yondu gritted his teeth. “Keep on fox and I’ll…” a groan of pain stopped his threatening and his eyes snapped to the Omega now curled up beside him. She held her hand over her belly and her eyes were shut tight. “Y/n?” he asked moving over to place his hand on her hip. When tears rolled down her cheek he saw as Gamora now moved over to her side. Placing her hand on /n’s belly she felt for a moment before her eyes shot to Yondu’s. “She is in labor.” she told him making the breath get caught in his throat. “Yondu! Yondu! Hey you blue idiot snap out of it and bring her in here.” Quill yelled snapping the Captain out of his shocked state. Carefully lifting his omega into his arms he heard her let out a cry in pain, “Shhh, It’s going to be alright baby.” He cooed to her as he moved into the room and laid her on the medical bed in the middle of the room. She was visably shaking with pain as Gamora lifted up a sheet and handed it to Yondu. “It’s too early.” y/n cried making Yondu furrow his brows and grab her hand. Still in shock over the whole situation he looked confused, “I need you to help get her pants off and cover her up with this.” Nodding he watched as Peter and Gamora left the room long enough for him to take off y/n’s pants. When Quill called him out he informed him that they sent out a call for a midwife. “How long?” Yondu asked as he heard his crying wife from the other room. “…Six hours.” Rocket said.

Everyone saw the fear come over the captain’s face Gamora was the first to go to his side. “It’s going to be okay Yondu. We can handle this…” She said but he just shook his head and ran his hands over his face. “No. No, I never should have got her pregnant, it’s too much for her…” he started when Quill went over and grabbed him by his coat and gave him a shake. “Stop it. This is happening, now you need to pull yourself together and go be there for your mate.” taking a deep breath Yondu nodded and made his way back into the room with Gamora right behind him. “Y/n I’m going to hook a IV up to you so I can give you something for pain alright.” she said and y/n nodded sending more tears down her face. Pulling one of the chairs over to the bed Yondu sat and took her hand in his. Placing his head by hers he gave her a smile. “I’m scared.” she whispered and he had to swallow the knot in his throat. “You are going to do fine princess.” he told her kissing her hand. He saw her wince as the neddle poked her skin and had to hold back the growl that wanted to erupt from his throat. “Okay it will take just a few minutes for it to kick in and then it should help ease things off a bit.” Gamora said. Nodding her head, Yondu gave an apreciative nod and watched as she left the room. 

When the medicine dulled her pain some y/n had finally passed out from exhaustion. Yondu never left her side he sat by the bed and pet her hair while Gamora would come in and check her progress. When she woke up three hours later she whimpered in pain making Yondu aware once again. Before he could call, Gamora was back in the room. Lifting the sheet she moved her hands to feel between y/n’s legs. “Okay y/n I think it is time to start pushing. Peter!” She yelled as she picked the head of the bed up some. Yondu’s breaths picked up as Gamora got everything ready. She had told Quill and Yondu to help hold Y/n’s legs up and before long she gave the okay for the omega to start pushing. Yondu watched as his mate screamed in pain and pushed downward. He held her leg with one hand while he held her hand with the other. She had to stop after a little bit and was panting for breath. She pushed for what seemed like ever, letting out a sob she threw her head back “I can’t do this.” she cried but Yondu just nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “Yes you can. I know you can. You’re doing so good darling. Just a few more, come on.” he told her and heard her whimper. Taking a breath she pushed again and went to stop when Gamora spoke up. “Don’t stop y/n keep pushing.” she encouraged. Doing as her friend said she kept pushing until she felt a pressure leave her body and a loud cry filled the ship. “It’s a girl.” Gamora said as she laid the small pale blue baby on y/n’s chest. The omega felt more tears roll down her cheek this time but this time they were tears of joy. Holding her baby she looked to Yondu to see him crying as well. Moving his hand to the still crying pup he stroked her side and smiled at his mate. “She is beautiful my love.” he said in a soft voice. “Y/n you’re not done yet.” Gamora said in a shocked voice. At first y/n had thought it was the placenta but then the green woman looked to the couple. “There’s another baby coming.” she said and Yondu’s eyes went wide, “What!?” he croaked. “DRAX!” Quill yelled and soon the large male was coming in the room. “Y/n I’m going to let Drax take her so you can push again okay.” He said in a soft voice. Looking to Yondu he could tell he wasn’t happy about another man being the first to hold his daughter but nodded. Gently handing the child to Drax Yondu watched as he male rocked the pup and wrapped her in a towel. 

The second child was not as difficult to deliver as the first but it still wasn’t easy. It took another ten minutes before another baby girl was layed on y/n’s chest. By this time y/n was exhausted but smiling none the less. This little girl was a darker shade of blue than her older sister but had a small patch of h/c hair on her head. “Umm you’re not going to believe this…” Gamora said as she glanced between the two of you and back between y/n’s legs. “Jeez how many times did ya’ll have sex!” Quill yelled. “Three?” was all Yondu said before falling to the floor. “Yondu!?” y/n gasped as her alpha laid on the floor unconscious. Hearing laughing she looked at Quill “I’m never going to let him live this down.” he laughed but then remembered the situation and quickly grabbed the second girl from Y/n’s arms. “You can do this y/n.” Gamora said as she saw the omega’s exhausted eyes. Biting her lower lip she moved to hold her own legs and pushed with everything she had. It took longer for the third child to be born than the other two. Y/n was out of energy and Gamora had had no other option than to deliver the third pup by caesarean . She quickly gave y/n a shot to numb her stomach before cutting a horizontal line across y/n’s lower belly. The females hands shook and she had to fight to keep her eyes open but before long the last of her pups was handed to her, “A little boy.”  Gamora smiled. Looking down at her son she stroked his cheek and was surprised when he didn’t cry only looked at her with bright red eyes. Unlike both of his sisters he was a silverish blue. After Gamora had stitched and cleaned her up Drax had helped move her into Quill’s bed.

Waking up Yondu groaned and then his eyes shot open when he remembered his mate was in labor. Sitting up he stopped his movements when he looked to see he saw sitting in the middle of the floor in a small room. The lights were dulled to hold only a soft glow and sitting on the bed was his y/n. Standing he saw the three little pups curled up on her chest, one currently suckling at her breast. She looked extremely tired but held a soft smile on her face. Looking up to her alpha she smiled a little bigger. “Three?” he asked in hushed tones and saw her nod. “Two girls and one boy.” she said. Siting on the edge of the bed he looked over the three for a moment. He knew his oldest daughter first by her pale blue skin that looked like her mother, the second shared the same look as her sister but with darker blue skin like him and h/c hair. Lastly was the one he had missed being born, his son. He had silver blue skin and a small amount of his fin growing in. Running his thumb along the boys fin he saw it glow a bright red and chuckled. “Why don’t they have fin’s?” y/n asked and Yondu looked up to meet her eyes. “They may not get them… if they do it will be later. Only male Centaurians are born with their fins. Nodding she smiled, "Do you want to hold them?” she asked and saw him give a small nod. Slowly she moved one after the other into their fathers arms. Their son gave small grunts as y/n unlatched him from her breast and Yondu chuckled, “hungry little thing ain’t ya.” he said as he balanced the boy in one arm. He smiled when the boy just yawned and cuddled into the warmth his father was putting off. Seeing his mate so weak looking he took notice to the cords going into her arm. One he guessed was for pain while the other looked like blood. “Gamora had to cut me open to get him out.” she said with a smile. Knotting his brows Yondu shook his head. “I’m sorry baby. I wasn’t there the whole time wit ya…” “It’s alright Yondu. I’ll be back to normal in no time.” y/n smiled and gave a yawn. “Get some sleep princess I got the pups.” he said placing a kiss on her lips. He wasn’t surprised when she didn’t fight him and drifted off to sleep. 

It was a little later into the night when a small knock was heard on the door and Yondu looked up from his sleeping children to see Quill walk in. The terran smiled at the scene before smirking, “Passed out.” he said in hushed tones as he sit bedside Yondu on the floor of the room. “Shut up.” Yondu growled and heard the man chuckle. They sat in silence for a while before Peter spoke up. “You’re going to be a good dad Yondu.” he said. “And how do you know that?” the blue captain asked. “Because you’re a good dad to me.” he said with no joke in his voice.  Turning his head to look at Quill he smiled and gave a nod. Looking back down it wasn’t long before he felt a a pressure on his side and looked over to see Quill fast asleep beside him. Smirking Yondu layed his head back against the wall, “Two girls and two boys.”

gone girl starters

below are random starters taken from/inspired by the novel Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.

  • ❝Should I remove my soul before I come inside?❞
  • ❝Please don’t eat anything in that area.❞
  • ❝He is the kind of guy who carries himself like he gets laid a lot, a guy who likes women, a guy who would actually fuck me properly.❞
  • ❝I would like to be fucked properly.❞
  • ❝I sound quite slutty, don’t I?❞
  • ❝You look all twitchy.❞
  • ❝There’s no romantic present for wood.❞
  • ❝Go home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis and scream, ‘There’s some wood for you, bitch.‘❞
  • ❝Seems lonely.❞
  • ❝The cat was sweet, but extremely stupid.❞
  • ❝Well you certainly take your time about it, don’t you?❞
  • ❝So how likely is it I’ll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry?❞
  • ❝'He’s doing what you tell him to do because he doesn’t care enough to argue,’ I think. 'Your petty demands simply make him feel superior, or resentful, and someday he will fuck his pretty, young coworker who asks nothing of him, and you will actually be shocked.'❞
  • ❝Let me guess: baby of the family.❞
  • ❝I am fat with love!❞
  • ❝Neither of us gets stage fright.❞
  • ❝This is how I always pictured it. This is exactly how I pictured it.❞
  • ❝I sometimes bring my coffee and the paper and just sit.❞
  • ❝You’re a planner, aren’t you? You don’t seem like the type to wing anything.❞
  • ❝We call them the 'dancing monkeys’.❞
  • ❝I am content with letting him be himself.❞
  • ❝I wanted to play it cool, but then I started crying.❞
  • ❝Please don’t lay a guilt trip on me on top of it.❞
  • ❝Not according to the prenup.❞
  • ❝I can’t even figure out if I should be angry.❞
  • ❝My dad isn’t someone I like to talk about that much.❞
  • ❝I feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse.❞
  • ❝I don’t feel like a person at all : I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock.❞
  • ❝I don’t feel real anymore.❞
  • ❝I still say it’s the river.❞
  • ❝Picture me: I’m crazy about you.❞
  • ❝Wow your parents must really hate me.❞
  • I ❝Hope you like canned soup.❞
  • ❝If there was ever a time for assisted sleep…❞
  • ❝Just got to keep on keeping on.❞
  • ❝I’m making the best of a really bad situation.❞
  • ❝He/She seemed to have lost all interest in both me and said ailing parents.❞
  • ❝Baby, why the fuck haven’t you called me?❞
  • ❝I need to feel your hands on me, that’s all I’ve been thinking about.❞
  • ❝Come up with me. I want to be with you.❞
  • ❝You fucking idiot.❞
  • ❝Sometimes, I look at myself and I think : No wonder why people around you find you ridiculous, frivolous, and spoiled.❞
  • ❝No it’s not that, truly. I’ve never given blood. My doctor gets angry at me because I can’t even handle a yearly blood test for, like, cholesterol.❞
  • ❝How old are they?❞
  • ❝You’re a cheater!❞
  • ❝It would be funnier if our sex life were as carefree as the rhyme would suggest. But last week we did… fuck? Something more romantic than have sex but less cheesy than make love.❞
  • ❝I can’t help but wonder, what’s the catch?❞
  • ❝You were in a screaming argument about a cat box.❞
  • ❝He uses me for sex when he needs to.❞
  • ❝Quiz: Your husband, with whom you shared a wonderful sex life, has turned distant and cold – he only wants sex his way, on his time. What do you do?❞
  • ❝I’ve been indulging in toddler therapy.❞
  • ❝Well, now might be the right time. To start a family. Try to get pregnant.❞
  • ❝I m cracking under the pressure. I will snap.❞
  • ❝I didn’t realize until I was almost there that it was Valentine’s Day. It was Valentine’s day and I was going to buy a gun and then cook my spouse dinner.❞
  • ❝I just would feel safer with a gun.❞
  • ❝I don’t know what would be good luck : plus sign or minus sign.❞
  • ❝This man might kill me.❞
  • ❝Picture me : I’m a girl who is very bad. I need to be punished, and by punished, I mean HAD.❞
  • ❝I’ve told you, I’ve told you so many times!❞
  • ❝To start: I should never have been born.❞
  • ❝Is she still alive?❞
  • ❝I was the girl/boy who battled oblivion and won.❞
  • ❝I ruined my mother’s womb in the process.❞
  • ❝I’ve always been better than the rest of them. I was the one who made it.❞
  • ❝They get to be perfect without even trying, without even facing one moment of existence, while I am here on earth, and everyday I must try, and every day is a chance to be less than perfect.❞
  • ❝That’s because you loved a person who didn’t really exist.❞
  • ❝Being the Cool Girl means you are a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes, and anal sex.❞
  • ❝Men actually think that girl exists.❞
  • ❝The Cool Girls are even more pathetic. They’re not pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be.❞
  • ❝It’s tempting to be the girl every guy wants.❞
  • ❝They never taught me how to be happy.❞
  • ❝I would always try to figure out why this is fun.❞
  • ❝If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose.❞
  • ❝What a cunt.❞

random positivity for a few blogs i don’t really talk to or don’t talk about a lot but just really adore: 

@culinarymatriarch / @asundrop / @sunlightswallowed / @truthlegend / @gambithief / @hiddensteel / @heroscar / @silverheartsilverskin / @astralord / @valkury / @boldlydared / @monstricidal / @moonjeweled / @witcheswrath / @ofvaliancy / @porticosdaughter / @logicborn / @spacehated

if you’re not following these blogs: why.

anonymous asked:

How do you personally think Magnus and Alec's first time went (assuming anything did happen)

it did happen the showrunners and etc. confirmed it

but honestly if i’m gonna touch it i’d rewrite it entirely. if i did it would be longer form and it’ll take some time. i’ll add it to my list