unborn son

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In Aztec mythology, Coatlicue (”she with serpent skirts”) is the mother of the 400 stars in the sky, and one daughter, Coyolxauhqui (”she with bells on her cheeks”). When Coatlicue becomes pregnant illegitimately (by touching a tuft of hummingbird feathers - this sort of stuff happens a lot in Mesoamercan mythos), her children become both embarrassed and enraged. But none more so than her daughter, Coyolxauhqui. Together with her 400 brothers, she launches an attack on her mother, but it is foiled when her mother’s unborn son Huitzilopochtli (”the hummingbird on the left”) springs forth from her womb, armed for battle.

Huitzilopochtli dismembers Coyolxauhqui, and flings her head into the sky where it becomes the moon, so that her mother might look upon her always.

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In the Sims 2, much like Nervous Subject, there are two of Skip Broke, one hidden and one not.

The “real” Skip (left) is the one who appears in the memories of his family, and is resurrectable. The hidden Skip (right) has no character data and is therefor not resurrectable, but is the Skip who appears in Broke family’s story album.

Both Skips have the same Zodiac sign, hairstyle, and outfit, but have different aspirations, facial structure, and eye color.

Brandi Broke’s unborn son is not related to either Skip, but is in fact Brandi’s gender-swapped clone.

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Five Real Crime Stories that Inspired Fiction

1. Scott and Laci Peterson - “Gone Girl”: Self-proclaimed true crime addict Gillian Flynn, the author of the popular novel that then became a popular movie, has said she didn’t want to base her story on a specific case, but she had to admit that there are strong similarities between it and the real life murder of Laci Peterson… at least in the first half of the plot. Like Laci, the fictional Amy Dunne goes missing, pregnant, and her husband Nick becomes the main suspect. It doesn’t help that Nick, like Scott, acts like he couldn’t care less that his wife is gone, has an inappropriate attitude in public and turns out to be a philanderer. While the book/movie takes a turn towards a different path, in reality Laci’s body and that of her unborn son were found on April 2003, five months after her disappearance. Scott was sentenced to death for the crime.

2. Elisabeth Fritzl - “Room”: We know of plenty of tragic real life stories that could match the one told in Emma Donogue’s book, turned into a movie in 2015, which is about an abducted young woman raising her son while locked up for years in a room. But the case that the author mentioned at the time her novel was released in 2010 is that of austrian Elisabeth Fritzl, who spent 24 years as a captive of her own father, Joseph, and ended up having seven children with him. “The newspaper reports of Felix Fritzl (Elisabeth’s son), aged five, emerging into a world he didn’t know about, put the idea into my head”, said Donoghue.

3.  Dr. Hawley Crippen - “Rear Window”: The Alfred Hitchcock classic is based on a short story called It Had to be Murder, but the filmmaker has cited an infamous british crime as one of his inspirations for the adaptation. In the movie, a man temporarily confined to a wheelchair after an accident becomes convinced that one of his neighbors has murdered his wife. In the real story, which happened in 1910, Crippen’s wife Cora vanished after hosting a party at her house. The doctor claimed she’d gone to the United States and later that she had died there, but the neighbors became suspicious when his girlfriend moved in and started wearing Cora’s clothes and jewelry. Month later, police found a human torso buried in the basement and Crippen was hanged for the murder of his wife. In recent years there’s been a controversy over Crippen’s guilt, some claim the torso was not Cora’s, but there’s not consensus about it.

4. The Marcus Twins - “Dead Ringers”: The disturbing real story of Cyril and Stewart Marcus, identical twins born in 1930 who couldn’t do anything apart, inspired a book turned into a creepy 1988 movie by canadian director David Cronenberg. The Marcus lived together and became renowned gynecologists. Without their patients’ knowledge, they would sometimes take over the other’s procedures. This became even more frequent when Cyril’s drug addiction spiraled out of control. Eventually, Stewart followed his brother’s footsteps and also fell in the grasp of drugs. The pair was found dead at age 45, together in their apartment, their decomposed bodies surrounded by piles of trash. It was thought at first they had died from withdrawal, but later reports disputed that. In the film, Jeremy Irons plays a fictionalized version of the twins.

5. Dennis Rader  - “A Good Marriage”: Stephen King wrote his novella, turned into a film in 2014, after reading an article about Dennis Rader, a family man who turned out to be the sadistic BTK, a killer who ended the lives of at least 10 people between 1974 and 1991 and wasn’t arrested until 2005. In the plot of his story, a woman has been married to this seemingly normal, good guy for almost 30 years until she discovers by chance that he’s a serial killer with sadomasochistic tendencies nicknamed “Beadie” . “Paula Rader was married to this monster for 34 years and many in the Wichita area, where Rader claimed his victims, refuse to believe that she could live with him and not know what he was doing”, writes King in his website. He decided to write the story because he did believe Paula was unaware of her husband’s activities.

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Helpless

“Dean, don’t run away from me!” You barged into the motel room right as Dean threw a lamp. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. The base of the lamp caught you hard in the temple, knocking you unconscious. 

“Fuck, Y/N, no!” Dean was instantly at your side, turning you from your stomach to your back and cradling you in his arms. He grabbed his flannel from the bed, using it to apply pressure and stop the bleeding from your head. “Come on, sweetheart. Wake up!” 

Hot tears dripped onto your face as you stirred, a small groan coming from the back of your throat. “Y/N/N I’m so sorry.” Dean pulled you to his chest as soon as he saw your eyes open, crushing you against him. “I never meant for you to get hurt. That’s why I ran. You can’t be around me like this.” 

“It’s ok, Dean.” You murmured against his chest, repositioning yourself around him, running one hand through his hair and running the other over the angry red mark on his arm. He tried to pull it away but you tightened your grip, refusing to let him pull back this time. “I’m the only one who can make this better. You heard what Cain said. You won’t hurt me. Not on purpose.” 

Dean pushed you back, looking into your eyes. “No, but I already hurt you. Look at you.” He ran his free hand over the bruise forming on the side of your face. “I can’t do this to you.” 

“It was an accident. I’ve had worse.” You laughed it off, rubbing your hand absently over the mark to calm him. It seemed to be working, his muscles relaxing as you touched him. 

“How did you find me?” Dean questioned. 

“I always find -” Your voice trailed off and you stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on one spot.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” You couldn’t answer and Dean panicked as he watched your eyes flutter and roll back in your head and your body drop to the ground in convulsions. “Y/N!” Dean screamed, trying to hold you down to stop you from thrashing. “No, no, no.” Dean begged you. “Stay with me. Please!” 

After several minutes that felt like hours the trashing stopped and Dean scooped you up, running to the Impala and speeding to the nearest hospital. “I need a doctor!” He screamed, carrying your still limp body through the emergency room doors. “Please! She’s not breathing!” He sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, dripping into your hair as he laid you on a gurney and the doctors rolled you away.

Dean Winchester had never felt so helpless as he did the moment you and his unborn son disappeared behind the gray double doors. 

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Build me up, Buttercup

Characters/Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Pregnant!Reader

Word count: 2313

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics,smut, slight breath play, knotting (mild?), foul language, labor inducing sex, water braking, NO labor, Fluff.

A/N: 

This one here is my first ever a/b/o piece and I think last, and because of that I didn’t want get in the middle of the messy (but super hot) stuff. So this is about a stablished coupple who already been through all that.

This is my entry for a compìlation of 4 different challeneges first time doing that too, so I hope this makes sense.

  1. @dr-dean A/B/O Challenge, song prompt: ‘Build me up, Buttercup’ by The Foundations.
  2. @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname Orion’s 1k Celebration Challenge, movie prompt: ‘That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!’ FAQ about time travel.
  3. @babypieandwhiskey Cam’s 200 writing challenge, Prompt: ‘Can I please con to the bathroom alone.’
  4. @impalaimagining Smut-entine’s day kink challenge, prompts: Pregnancy and Breath play.

A big THANK YOU to my bitch Orion @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname and to Jen @winchesterprincessbride For being amazing and the beta work of course!

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Build me up, Buttercup


“Some girls are into science fiction!”

“That’s your problem, Ray. Your ideal girl… is you. With tits!”

Your lips move in sync with the movie and you laugh at poor Ray; Pete will never stop being an ass. You feel the slight annoyance again and that familiar pressure on the bladder. You turn off the tv, with a puff and an eye roll you get up, gently, bit by bit and walk down the hall to the bathroom, for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

The toilet lid is cold, making you shudder. Looking down at your feet, you realize you can’t see anything past that sticking-out belly button; it looks so weird and dark, and every time you cough or laugh it goes even further out.

On the way back to the bedroom you yawn, bare feet stumping against the tiled floor, sounding heavy.  Hating the fact you walk like a doped duck, you stop to catch your breath.

With a sigh, you sit back on the edge of the bed and stare at the bright red light on the night stand, 2:44, carefully enough not to wake up the sleeping alpha on the other side, although he wouldn’t wake up because of you plopping down next to him.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, so I just started the books but I want to know if dany ever thinks about her mom in the books. It's sad how she has never mentioned her mom on the show

Hi :)

Daenerys never knew her mother - Queen Rhaella died giving her birth. So she doesn’t have any memory of her, but sometimes she thinks about her and the family she never knew.

Her mother had died birthing her, and for that her brother Viserys had never forgiven her.

My mother died giving me birth, and my father and my brother Rhaegar even before that. I would never have known so much as their names if Viserys had not been there to tell me. He was the only one left. The only one. He is all I have.

Her father had been slain before she was born, and her splendid brother Rhaegar as well. Her mother had died bringing her into the world while the storm screamed outside. Gentle Ser Willem Darry, who must have loved her after a fashion, had been taken by a wasting sickness when she was very young. Her brother Viserys, Khal Drogo who was her sun-and-stars, even her unborn son, the gods had claimed them all. They will not have my dragons, Dany vowed. They will not.

After she exiles Ser Jorah:

He’s gone, then. My father and my mother, my brothers, Ser Willem Darry, Drogo who was my sun-and-stars, his son who died inside me, and now Ser Jorah …  

There is also a small backstory about Rhaella’s crown - it was the only object Viserys and Daenerys had from their mother, and their family, really. But Viserys had to sell it in the end - because they were poor, starving, homeless, and they needed the little money they got from the crown to survive. Daenerys recalls that from the moment Viserys sold it, he was never the same anymore.

Now even the coin they had gotten from Mother’s crown had gone. In the alleys and wine sinks of Pentos, they called her brother “the beggar king.” Dany did not want to know what they called her.

When Viserys sold their mother’s crown, the last joy had gone from him, leaving only rage.

And Daenerys refuses to sell her own crown (that she was gifted with in Qarth), thinking of Viserys and how much selling their mother’s crown affected hm.

The crown was the only offering she’d kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn. Xaro would have sold the crown too — the Thirteen would see that she had a much finer one, he swore — but Dany forbade it. “Viserys sold my mother’s crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen.” And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache.

After Ser Barristan joins Daenerys, they talk about her family (because he knew them) from time to time.

One day you must tell me all. The good and the bad. There is some good to be said of my father, surely?

There is, Your Grace. Of him, and those who came before him. Your grandfather Jaehaerys and his brother, their father Aegon, your mother … and Rhaegar. Him most of all.

Ser Barristan went on. ”I saw your father and your mother wed as well. Forgive me, but there was no fondness there, and the realm paid dearly for that, my queen.

Why did they wed if they did not love each other?

Your grandsire commanded it. A woods witch had told him that the prince was promised would be born of their line.“ 

On her way to marry Hizdahr, she also asks Barristan to tell her of her parents’ loves:

Tell me,” Dany said, as the procession turned toward the Temple of the Graces, “if my father and my mother had been free to follow their own hearts, whom would they have wed?

It was long ago. Your Grace would not know them.

You know, though. Tell me.

The old knight inclined his head. “The queen your mother was always mindful of her duty.” He was handsome in his gold-and-silver armor, his white cloak streaming from his shoulders, but he sounded like a man in pain, as if every word were a stone he had to pass. “As a girl, though … she was once smitten with a young knight from the stormlands who wore her favor at a tourney and named her queen of love and beauty. A brief thing.

What happened to this knight?

He put away his lance the day your lady mother wed your father. Afterward he became most pious, and was heard to say that only the Maiden could replace Queen Rhaella in his heart. His passion was impossible, of course. A landed knight is no fit consort for a princess of royal blood.

Rhaegar is more often present in Daenerys’ thoughts, but she does think of her mother Queen Rhaella too.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a scenario where Bakugou has to end up saving his wife and child? Happy ending pls o3o Also love the blog. thanks in advance!

More daddy baku. I’m here for it. I love it. I need it. 


Three days.

Bakugou (Name) and Bakugou Katsumi have been missing for three days.

His thirty-seven week pregnant wife and his three-year-old daughter were kidnapped three days ago.

Three days.

Three days of rampant terror running through Bakugou’s body, a fear that he’s never known before. So much could happen in three days. Too much could happen in three days. Three days without rest. How could he? How could he even think about sleep when the two most important people in his life, the two people he loved most, the two people he promised to protect were gone?

He couldn’t. It was impossible.

Bakugou roars in anger, pounding his fist against the wall. The plaster gives way under the force of his strike and he stand, letting the pain radiate down his arm. Three days and still no sign. There’s been no rest for anyone. Not like Bakugou would let anyone sleep anyway. No one would be allowed to sleep, not as long as his wife and daughter were still missing. Bakugou curses under his breath and his eyes are stinging again.  

“Katsuki!” Kirishima says breathlessly as he burst into his office.

Bakugou looks away from his fist, staring down his friend. He doesn’t want to hope. He doesn’t want to expect anything, only to those expectations shattered, but he can’t keep his heart from clenching in his chest.

“We have a hit. We found them.”


You hold your daughter close to your chest. As sick as it made you, you have to give these bastards credit. At least they didn’t separate you … or worse. It’s been three days.  So much could happen in three days. Things that you couldn’t bear to think about, but you had to anyway, in order to prepare for the worse. Katsumi looks up at you, coughing, her hair matted from days of being locked in a filthy dungeon. Asbestos and mold hang in the air, and the makeshift mask made from your tattered clothes does little to protect the two of you from particles drifting about. You run your hands through her hair in a comforting gesture. Katsumi lays her head on your bulging stomach. “I wanna hear my little brother!” she used to say before those men broke into your house and stole you away from your husband and home.

But you don’t think she can hear him anymore. You could hardly feel him yourself. Katusmi’s small hand traces shapes over your stomach, a familiar gesture that she loved to do.

“Mommy, when can we go home,” she asks in a shaky voice.

“Soon, baby, soon. Daddy is going to come get us.”

Katsumi lifts her head and stares at you again, “Daddy’s coming?”

“Yes, baby,” you say, cupping her face, “Daddy’s not going to let anyone hurt you or me or your little brother.”

Her eyes well with tears, and you thumb them away. You raise your cloth mask and litter little kisses over her face before wrapping your arms around her trembling body.

“Don’t cry, baby. Everything is going to be okay,” your voice cracks as your own tears cloud your vision, “Everything is going to be okay, baby. Daddy is on the way. He’s coming.”


His mind is racing, going a mile a minute as his convoy approaches the hideout. Three days. Three days were long enough. His fingers twitch. He can’t even imagine the pain and stress that the two of you were put through. He doesn’t want to think about his daughter’s cries or those bastards touching your body or the possible state of his unborn son. Bakugou shouldn’t imagine it, but how much should he hope?

He shouldn’t. He couldn’t. But he can’t keep his fingers from twitching or keep the bile from rising in his throat or keep his heart from clenching.  

“Katsuki.”

Bakugou jumps, turning to face Kirishima with his hand on his shoulder.

“They’re going to be alright. If anyone can save them, you can. And I’ve got your back. We’re going to get them.”

Bakugou sucks his teeth, the tension in his stomach releasing as he stares at his friend’s bright, sharp-toothed smile, “I fucking know that.”

“Are you ready?”

“Do you have to fucking ask?”


Katsumi flinches as alarms sound through the building. You immediately cover her ears as her crimson orbs dart around nervously. Your head is ringing, but you are more concerned with your daughter. The shrill alarm mingles with the sounds of explosions from above. Katsuki.

“Hey!”

You look to the bar of the cell to see someone on the other side with his face covered with a mask. He throws open the door, running over to you. The man yanks you to your feet and Katsumi falls on the ground, reaching for you.

She wails, “Mommy!”

You drive the back of your head into his nose. Stars peak around the edges of your vision, but he releases you, shoving you to the ground. A strangled scream leaves your throat as you clutch your stomach. Katsumi scrambles over to you, trying to reach you. The man kicks you in your back before he grabs Katsumi by her hair, dragging her out of the cell.

“Katsumi!” you cry, “Katsumi!”

You try to push yourself to your feet with your trembling arms, but a familiar sensation strikes through your groin. You hold your stomach as pains grip your sides. This cannot be happening. Of all time, why does he have to come now? Fluid trickles down your legs as you hiss. You cannot have this baby here and now. You can’t.

Your daughter’s gut-wrenching screams. The ringing in your head. The pain striking through your lower back. Blackness creeps around the edge of your vision, but you have to get up. You have to. You have to save your daughter. Pain mingles with the malnourishment and fatigue you have been battling for the past three days. You raise your head. The last thing you see is your daughter’s fighting body and her flushed, tear-streaked face crying for you or anyone to save her. You reach for her weakly before the darkness consumes your field of vision.


Bakugou runs through the corridors, deeper and deeper into the heart of the hideout. Every door is met with a violent explosion as he frantically searches for the two people he cares for most. He is so close. So close to having his baby girl back in his harms. So close to holding you and kissing you again. It’s been three days. Three long fucking days. 

“Ground Zero!” Kirishima’s voice buzzes in the radio in his ear, “They’re location has been given. Last door at the end of the corridor on the ground floor!”

He doesn’t even respond. He is already flying towards the stair, knocking the heads of grunts to dared to stop him from saving his wife and daughter. He is so close. 

So fucking close.

Bakugou sprints down the corridor, faster than he’s ever run before. He jumps, kicking down the reinforced door only to be meet with the sight of your unconscious body lying on the ground and his daughter in the grimy hands of some bastard. The man flinches. The rage around Bakugou is almost visible as his chest heaves.

“If you come any closer, I’ll-” 

He rushes the man, using his explosions to propel him forward. Bakugou grips the man’s wrist, twisting it and forcing him to release Katsumi. She fall to the ground and scrambles over to your limp body. The bone in his hand gives a wet snap as he throws the grunt to the ground. His vision is painted red as he pounds his fist into the man’s face over and over and over and over. Nothing feels like enough. No pain he inflicted on him would ever be enough to atone for touching his daughter. Nothing. Bakugou’s palm sparks. 

“Daddy!” 

He stops, looking over to his daughter.

“Daddy, Mommy isn’t waking up.”

Bakugou runs over to the two of you and cradles you in his arms. Your head lolls backwards, and your eyes are unresponsive. No … no, no, no, no, no. He searches for your pulse while carefully watching for the rising and falling of your chest. You’re breathing … you’re still fucking breathing. His eyes frantically search your body for injury. No gashes. No open wounds. No gun shot wounds. Only the subtle thinness of your face and the dampness between your legs. His eyes widen. 

“Red Riot, (Name)’s gone into labor! I need fucking medics stat!”

“Copy. We’re sending help.”

“D-Daddy,” Katsumi says, pulling at his arm, “Is Mommy gonna be okay?”

Bakugou uses his other arm to draw Katsumi against his body while supporting you with the other. She clutches his costume with her tiny, trembling fist. She is looking at her father with the scarlet eyes she inherited from him. 

“Mommy is going to be just fine, baby girl. Are you okay?”

“I just don’t want Mommy and my brother to go away.”

“They won’t. I promise, baby girl,” Bakugou mutters into Katsumi’s messy hair, “I won’t let anything happen. Uncle Eiji is on his way with help, okay? Everything is going to be alright.”

Katsumi hiccups as she nods her head, but she can’t stop her tears and she doesn’t try to. Bakugou hold her tightly, sitting on the grimy floor of the dungeon with his unconscious wife and bawling daughter securely in his arms as he waits for back up. They spent three days alone, three days in fear, three days in terror. But he’s here now, and he is not going to let anything else happen to his family. 

Everything is going to be alright. It has to be. 

Everything is going to be alright. He knows it. 

After three days of hell on earth, everything is going to be alright. He’s here now … it has to be. 

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On Christmas Eve of  2002, Laci Peterson, who was eight months pregnant with her first child, went missing. Later that evening, her husband, Scott Peterson, returned home from fishing and noticed that she was missing. It was reported that he ate pizza, did the washing, cleaned the kitchen, and took a shower before calling Laci’s sister, Amy, to see if she knew where she was. The police were called that evening and a search party was set up. Foul play was immediately suspected as it was very out of character for Laci to just disappear, particularly on Christmas Eve when the family had Christmas plans. The search and investigation was unfruitful and it seemed as though Laci had just disappeared into thin air, until 13 April, 2003.

A couple walking their dog discovered the decomposing body of a late-term fetus in Richmond’s Point Isabel Regional Shoreline Park, in San Francisco. The autopsy reported showed that there was nylon tape around the neck of the fetus and a large gash on his body. The following day, the body of a recently pregnant woman washed ashore just one mile from where the fetus was found. The body was so far decomposed that the cause of death could not be determined but the body had been dismembered - both forearms were missing, as  was the left foot and the left leg. The autopsy showed that she had received two cracked ribs before she had died. DNA testing confirmed that the bodies were Laci and her unborn son, who she had planned to call Conner. 

Laci’s husband, Scott, refused to speak to the police following the discovery. It was soon discovered that Scott had been cheating on his wife with multiple women. He had told women he was a widower before the bodies were even found. Police discovered enough evidence to convict Scott and he received the death penalty. It was theorised that Scott wanted to life a bachelor lifestyle, even telling one mistress that  he didn’t want children “because they would get in the way of his lifestyle.“

Grandfather - Björn Ironside

Oh dear Lord… Vikings!!!!… I understand the need and if you get the time, how about Björn and the day his first son is born. Ragnar desapproves your marriage for whatever reason and he’s not eager to meet his grandchild. And Bejorn’s all nervous so he snapps at his father while Lagertha helps you trough the birth and it ends all fluffy and happy. @alhenablack

Grandfather - Björn Ironside

Ever since the night of the festival, when you first told Björn that you were pregnant, he had insisted that the child would be a boy. The first son born of Björn Ironside. You however, were certain that you were carrying a daughter and were sure to remind him of this every chance you got. Lagertha was always quick to side with you, calling it mother’s intuition.  

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becauseithrewgasandamatchonher  asked:

Hey is there any canon evidence that Stoke targetted Ben in the womb?

I’m going to quote @luminousfinn, since she is more well-read than I am in the new canon: 

Short answer: No, it’s entirely made up by fandom.

Slightly longer answer: There is one instance in the last Aftermath book . the one titled Empire’s End - where Leia senses a Dark “presences” observing out fer her and her unborn son. That’s it, all of it.

Literally the equivalent of a mother spotting a creepy dude as she’s taking a stroll while in the last trimester and Creepy keeps giving her the eye.

There is literally nothing whatsoever to support the ludicrous theory that Kylo Ren was manipulated from before he was born, except fandom’s desire to turn a genocidal white dude into a victim for some reason.

IMO, even if it was true, there is no correlation to reylo (not that you asked about that, but everyone I’ve seen passing off the womb thing as fact ships reylo). Like, Rey might have sympathy with Kylo if he had been manipulated since before he was born by the Dark Side (and there is plenty of evidence that he acts on his own free will both in the books and TFA), but that doesn’t automatically mean she’d fall in love with him. Even if they’re not related.

ETA: There is more evidence for it than I thought – more here.

Insulted

Pairing/s: Thorin x (human wife!pregnant)reader

Setting/Timeline: 2-3 years after BoTFA, Durins live!AU

Warning(s)/Genre(s): Angst, language and derogatory words, may have trigger/s with thoughts of suicide, and a super angry Thorin.

Word Count: 729

The Hobbit, the Durins, and Any of the Company © J.R.R. Tolkien
Context © me

Based on the imagine sent by @lovers-on-call-13: Imagine being human (shorty), thought being the wife of Thorin and pregnant with his child, some dwarves curse you and your son and when Thorin learns he is furious.

A/N: Sooo sorry that I got carried away with Thorin’s anger, I think. And I really don’t know what’s the best title for this.

The Hobbit tag list: @sdavid09, @igotanaddixon, @fizzy-custard, @life-is-righteous, @kittenwritesstuff, @fromthedeskoftheraven, @deepestfirefun 

Masterlist: HERE

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Part 2 - Goddess

Unworthy of the King’s love

Scum

Whore

Gold-digger

Slut

These are just some of the many words that come your way whenever you take your walks within the many halls of Erebor. Though it never usually bothered you how others see you - for whether they take you as you are or don’t accept you as you are it never really mattered to you - you still feel the acid burn in your mouth as you realize you are hurting.

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There and Back Again (Part 11)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: Crowley delivers some shocking news, you try to adjust to your new life in hell

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,200

Warnings: grieving, alcohol abuse (not the way to handle things, kiddos), language, vomiting, pretty angsty

A/N: I cannot believe it took this long, but it’s finally here! I’m sorry for the wait, this story just hasn’t been speaking much to me lately! This part is a lot of Crowley (can you tell I’m upset about S12?), mostly his and the reader’s (platonic) relationship. It’s pretty angsty still - Enjoy!

Thank you (per usual) to @deanssweetheart23 who helped me hash out where this story was going and read things over. Twin, you basically just get a permanent beta credit for everything now…

Find the series masterlist HERE

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anonymous asked:

Betty throwing herself into the river instead of Cheryl and Jughead saving her

 Im sorry if this is unacceptably long, I’m still new to this! I added more to the ending than I was asked, but I actually really loved this prompt and personally Im proud of this.

Suicide attempt warning. Au.

Betty didn’t attend school that week. She got rid of the ladder outside the window of her bedroom that lay in wait every night for Romeo to ascend. Betty turned off her phone, locked herself in her room and disconnected from everyone, even Jughead, and Polly. Her slick ponytail turned to a messy bun, she was letting her perfect down, and she liked it. No makeup, no care for clothes besides an S sweater that she stole from Jughead and a comfy pair of ripped jeans. Sitting in her too perfectly pink room, on her too perfectly pink bed she closed her eyes and dug her nails into the palms of her hands. The pain almost a relief for her but it wasn’t enough this time. Her mother had pushed her too far. Alice Cooper never shy of strict perfection on her tired daughter had gone way past her limit, Betty could not fight back.

“Oh, Elizabeth stop lying. You’re not depressed, my daughter could never be depressed. If you keep up that attitude I’m gonna kill you. You’ll end up just like Jason. Stop ruining my reputation, don’t you think you’ve done enough damage to the people of this town. You know, in my head I always wanted you to go like Cliff Blossom. It’d be easier for me, heck, it’d be easier for everyone. I don’t understand what your friends see that’s so special, poor Jughead. I know he’s not much himself but he doesn’t need an, even more so, lowlife like you making it worse” The conversation had started about going to a dance with Jughead. Betty insisted she wear red, but her mother did not agree. The innocent conversation between mother and daughter soon spiraled into a verbal beatdown on Betty Cooper.

Alice Cooper and her daughter Betty Cooper had gotten closer after Betty solved Jason’s murder with the help of her friends, also her mother coming clean about her unborn son had opened a new sentimental side of their relationship. But when Reggie, Trev, and Chuck had started false rumors about Betty getting pregnant with Jughead’s child just like Polly, Mama Cooper spiraled into madness yet again, constantly degrading, yelling, even hitting her daughter. Before Betty had shut him out, Jughead always found a new bruise or red mark whenever he would visit at night and she was in her pajamas. Betty hadn’t seen Jughead or any of her friends since last Saturday and it’s Monday now. She shut her curtains that Saturday, she knew Archie would try to snoop on her or talk to her. Whenever they would come by she’d stand in the other room to hear her mother tell them she wasn’t seeing anyone. They all thought she was mad at them. She slowly maneuvered from her bed, feeling the stiffness in her legs and back as she walked to her desk to grab her phone and two picture frames. One frame held a picture of Archie, Veronica, Jughead, and her sitting in a dinner at Pop’s drinking milkshakes and laughing… Pop Tate took that on the night of the Jubilee. And the other held a delicate picture of her and Jughead at the dance. She was in her pink dress, the one her and her mother argued about and Jughead was as handsome as ever in a classic black tux and bow tie with this crown beanie on. They were smiling as the slow danced together. She missed him. God, she missed him. She turned to the phone she plucked nonchalantly off her desk and turned it on. She let it sit for a while as all of her texts rushed in from the little group chat named “The Core Four”, they had sent her a total of 268 messages all asking to call or if they could come by, asking if she was mad at them, Ronnie and Archie sent her little paragraphs about their day to keep her updated. Of course, Ronnie kept her updated on the latest gossip and videos of the River Vixen routines.  They only thing Jughead would ever say was, “I love you, I miss you. Please talk to me.” He sent that about 5 times everyday. She knew he worried about her, as she did him.

She bit her lip in thought as she texted the group chat. A simple “I’m not mad at you guys, I love you guys.” she turned their group chat on do not disturb as the texts came rolling in and slipped her phone into her back pocket. She unlocked her door and popped her head out to look into the hall. Her parents were asleep, perfect. She padded downstairs to slip on her sneakers on and wrapped her arms around Jugheads sweater as she opened the door and the winter air of November was giving her chills already. Betty slammed the door shut, not caring to be quiet anymore… who really cared, right? She walked for miles without knowledge of where she was going until she came up to a clearing in the woods of a frozen pond. Sweet Water River. She took out her phone and texted Jughead, and only Jughead.

“I’m gonna go down in the same river we thought Jason did. Maybe they’ll care about me then” Betty dropped her phone in the snow and took a few steps before she heard Jughead’s ringtone. She turned on the spot and kneeled to answer it.

“What do you want Jug?” She was a bit irritated that he interrupted her train of thought.

“Betty?! What are you doing?! Where are you?! Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you!” He was frantic, almost on a verge of a panic attack. He barely survived the week without her.

“Jug I told you where I was. I’m gonna go down how everyone thought Jason did. I love you Juggie.” She hung up and cut him off.

Jughead barged through the front door of his shared trailer almost knocking his father over in the process.

“Hey! Son! Whats the rush?” FP was confused as ever.

“Not enough time. Emergency. Tell you later.” He rushed out as he slammed the door to his truck and took a second to hit the steering wheel. He didn’t notice he started crying until his nose was running. He started the engine and sped off, definitely over the speed limit, but he couldn’t care less at this point.

Betty slid her way onto the middle of the ice. she stared at the solid ice for a minute or two and contemplated on what she was going to do.  She slowly brought her fist up and pounded at the ice, cracking it with every hit. She sat there thinking about everything her mom made her to be. All the lies her mom filled her with. Nonetheless, she was right. Betty Cooper didn’t see herself as anything more than a nuisance, she only got in people’s way and ruined their reputation and their lives basically. Then she thought to Jughead. Poor Jughead. He deserved someone that wasn’t this problematic, someone simple. She hit it to the point if you stood on it, it would completely bottom out and drop you in the ice cold current. She stood up, and something caught her attention. A red flannel wearing, beanie-capped boy with a flashlight. Jughead.

“Betty, come to the shore. Come to me Betty, please.” He pleaded with the girl trying to reason with her.

“Juggie, I can’t.” Betty was a crying mess by now. Tripping over her words, jumbling them together.

“Why.” He took a step towards her. Just one.

“Don’t even think about coming over here Jughead Jones, it’s too dangerous.” She worried for him.

“I know it’s dangerous. That’s why I’m trying to get you to come to me, Betty, you can’t do this to me. I love you,” He slipped off his beanie, signifying his seriousness, “I love you, Elizabeth Cooper. Please don’t do this. You mean the world to me, not only me but Polly, and Veronica, and Archie, and Kevin, and Ethel, I can go on and on about how much you are loved. Betty do not give up. You can come with me, and I will protect you. I will protect you with everything I have. Betty. I love you, I love you, I love you. I cannot stress it enough.” He’s crying now, even more, if possible. But Betty doesn’t notice him taking a step with each sentence.

“Jug. I don’t deserve someone that loves me like you do. I’m a monster. You shouldn’t love a monster. This darkness inside of me is gonna get you too and I can’t let that happen. You deserve someone simple. Someone like Ethel.” Ethel had recently developed feelings for Jughead after he published an article in the Blue and Gold about her achievements. His face scrunched at the thought of having anyone else but Betty. The stood there for what felt like seconds as the ice was cracking under her feet. He took in her messy hair, her makeupless face. He noticed the S sweater he’s been missing for months now, internally he smiled at her forgetting the position they were in. He slowly reached out his hand to her. But before she even thinks about grabbing it. Before she could decide which side to choose, the ice consumed her. Jughead screamed as she just plummeted into the water, vanishing like she was never there. But then his adrenaline kicked in. That was his girl, and this is not gonna be her ending. He dropped to the floor and swept what little snow lay on the ice. He found her drifting with the ice cold current. She was screaming, she was pale already on the brink of turning purple. After what seemed like minutes her drifting stalled and she sat there pounding on the ice, she was running out of air and would definitely suffocate soon if Jughead didn’t do anything. Jughead knelt down right above where she was and started punching the ice full force. he was yelling and crying. He was doing anything he could to get his girl back.

His hands were coated in fresh cherry red blood. Finally, the ice started to break away, he created a hole barely big enough for her to fit, but it was enough for him. He reached his whole arm in to grab her by the wrist and pull her out. Her face was purple, her skin was cold, she wasn’t breathing. Jughead did the only thing he could think of. He quickly places his hands together on her chest and started pushing. He paused for only a moment to plug her nose and try to get her breathing again.

“You can’t do this to me. Elizabeth Cooper! I won’t let you! I’ll die before I let you do this to me!” He yelled at her. He hadn’t stopped crying since he got her call. That was his baby. That was his girl. She looked like an empty shell. Nonetheless, he didn’t stall his attempt to bring her back to life. After 5 minutes she gasped for the cold air. It felt good in her lungs. She held her hands to her head, completely unaware to Jughead sitting next to her until he squishes her into his arms and cries into her hair. Their sitting on the ice, both cold but Betty more so, shivering, crying, hugging. Jughead spreads little kisses all over her face as he worriedly scolds her.

“Betty what is wrong with you?! Don’t you ever do that shit to me ever again! I was so worried! Betty what the hell?! I love you!” He holds her head in between his hands and makes sure she understands him perfectly well. She’s shivering so he takes her (his) sweater and wraps her in her flannel and puts his beanie on her head and picks her up and runs to his truck. Once finally in the car, he cranks up the heater to make an effort to help as much as he can. Half way home he can see she’s still shivering. He unclips her seatbelt and pulls her over to his side and wraps his arm around her. She smiles to herself, despite what they had been through not only fifteen minutes ago, she felt at peace. She always felt at peace with him. He always will be there for her. With the knowledge of affection from him, she feels a great wave of remorse push through her.

“Jug” Only a whisper coming out.

“Yes, Betty?” He looked at her for a moment before training his eyes on the road.

“I’m sorry, I just… I thought you’d be better without me. I don’t do much good to anyone and I-“ she was quickly interrupted.

“Betty. Stop. You deserve me as much as I deserve you. Maybe it’s me that doesn’t deserve you, but how could you say you don’t do much good to anyone? You have changed my Betty Cooper. You have made me believe in love. I will only ever want you. Screw your mother, screw your father. You are such a beautiful human being inside and out that I’m beginning to think you’re not even human, more like a damn goddess Elizabeth Cooper. I love you so much. If I let you just do what you did and die, I would never forgive myself. I will protect you from anything and everything; whether it be your mom, or the rumors that the brain dead jocks like to spread about you, or even you. I will protect you, I promise. I love you, Elizabeth Cooper.” He finishes his little speech with a reassuring kiss on her forehead. He smiles as she rests her sopping wet hair on his lap and gently falls asleep.

“I won’t let anything or anyone her you” He whispers to her sleeping form.

Jughead carries his half asleep girlfriends into his trailer. His dad sitting on the couch jumps up at the sound of the door opening.

“What the hell! Forsythe Pendleton Jones! You had me worried sick!” His father completely ignores the sleeping girl in his arms until Jughead shushes him. Jughead carries Betty into his room. Gently he rubs her shoulder only to wake her enough to throw her some of his pajama bottoms. She nods a little thank you when he smiles at her and kisses her temple. He gives her some privacy to change and peacefully be with herself while he talks to his dad.

“Jughead. What happened?” He pulls his shoulder to guide him to the small circle dining table.

“She tried to kill herself, dad. The love of my life tried to end hers.” Jughead said more to himself, almost like it hasn’t sunk in yet.

“Do you know why?” He knew he was pushing his boundaries but FP cared about Betty, she was like his daughter in law already, of course, he wanted her to be safe.

“Not entirely, I know it has to deal with her mom, rumors the jocks made up, and me. Dad. She doesn’t think she deserves me. Well, she didn’t think she did, we talked in the car and that part is solved.” Jughead doesn’t want to cry anymore, but thinking about what Betty wanted to do terrified him.

“Jughead. I know Mama Cooper is the hardest on Betty. I know how vicious she can get. If Betty would like, she can stay here for as long as she’d like, or for as long as she needs. I know you’ll protect her Jug. You love her, I know you do.” Jughead nodded in agreement with that he thanked his father and went to go ask Betty what she thought. He knocked on the door, he heard no reply, the silence scared him. He opened the door and the window was open. Wide open.
“Shitty Betty!” He ran to the window looking out of it, looking for his blonde.

“What Jug?” She asked him hearing his exasperation from inside the attached bathroom.

“You really think I’d try to leave?” She wore a small smile on her face following a slight chuckle.

“Sorry, you didn’t answer to my knock and when I came in the window was wide open. Jesus Betty, why is the window open? It’s November, it’s practically on the brink of snowing.” He walked to her embracing her.

Lifting her head up she took his face in her hands, “It feels good. What was so urgent Jug?”

“Dad said you’re more than welcome to stay here until you feel better. But if you don’t want to and you insist on going home that’s fine too. I just want you to be safe and I want you to be hap-“ He took her hands away from his face and held them in his own.

“Jughead, would it really be okay for me to stay? I don’t feel safe at home anymore.”

Beaming at her he couldn’t contain his happiness, “Betty, like I said more than welcome.”

Alien abduction experiencer, Suzy Hansen, recalls an episode as a child known to her as “the Grandfather,” a Grey alien mentor that she continually interacted with while on alien craft. She says, “The Grandfather told me he was about to transfer a “book” (a large amount of information) into my head. I could not access the “pages” of this book yet, but he assured me it would open up one day all by itself and I would be able to “read” the pages (the information would emerge into the conscious mind). However he assisted me to understand the information pertained to specific people I would meet in the future, and tasks I might complete with them.“ Part of the information conveyed to Suzy related to her unborn son, whom she was allowed to meet before his incarnation into a body-as a vibrant blue orb of light.

Source: ‘The Dual Soul Connection: The Alien Agenda for Human Advancement,’ by Suzy Hansen. p. 101-103