#i also believe he has this habit of waking shirtless around the house

[hancfubuki]

Acting normally towards Kaveh, there was no reason for him to change his behavior. It is pretty obvious by now some things did change, yet at the same time gaining a title is not really a big difference from the previous domestic interactions they had. What did change was him in the morning kissing the top of the blonde’s head before leaving the house. ‘I’ll be back late today’. That’s all he said, starting his way to the Akademiya. He is not going to be far away from home, and in any case Mehrak will always be connected to his earpieces. Still he doesn’t ask for explanations or a detailed list of the activities Kaveh’s going to do through the day. Probably at the Tavern, or drinking with someone. Squints. That’s dangerous, actually. But he is far from over thinking, that’s Kaveh’s job after all.

Routine hasn’t changed that much since that particular day. Work, tavern, home. An usual pattern he accustomed himself to follow strictly during the week-- work days, actually. He couldn’t say his job was tedious, but lately all the applications were so badly written he was starting to get bored, rejecting each one of them after reading only one sentence. That was enough to tell if the person is a good applicant or not, call it experience, or call it laziness. Whichever it was, Alhaitham knows exactly how to handle this burst of horrible apps that appear at certain time of the year. Working late is not usual either. As soon as the clock marks the end of his shift, he completely forgets about anything that is related to work. Unless, something urgent comes to disrupt his perfect and meticulous regime. 

The urgent matter: Lord Kusanali asking for tea. 

Groans. He is not the social type. He is not one for divinities, and in fact, he sees her as just another person. Doesn’t care about her ‘archon’ status, and he is curious about her taking such liking to him after the incident. He sort of saved her, though? So he can understand why she likes him, but the company was not bad at all. It felt like spending the time with your favorite aunt, yes, the closest description he could get for her. She looked like a kid, but perfectly could be his grandma. Ah. Perhaps that’s the reason he is unable to refuse the invitation, another relationship that could cover for the empty space in his heart. 

As always, the gathering goes well. He talked a bit with Nahida, about the applicants, about Kaveh, about subjects that might be considered boring for others. However, all the time he is there, he is thinking about returning home. And the time finally comes, yet again, thankfully he is not far away from home. The sound of the keys clacking in his pocket, this time leaving a copy for Kaveh as he did not feel like taking them, just for today. The door opens, taking a look inside of the room, looking for the blonde’s figure with his eyes. Though, his gaze focuses on the living room. At first glance, everything seems normal, perfect even, casual. Two sets of instruments, two set of plates and two-- no. There are three glasses over the table. This cannot be fully considered suspicious, but they are used to leave two of each item scattered all over the house. It’s only two of them, so seeing an extra glass on the table only means someone was home. Or is. 

Alhaitham frowns lightly, staring carefully at the empty room and trying to see if there’s glances of other people. Taking a quick guess, perhaps the traveler and Paimon are around, but he would know for sure if that little noisy floaty being is around. His tongue clacks against the roof of his mouth. He is not going to dwell on it. Instead, he walks towards the sofa, cape being thrown at the other sofa, shoes messily left next to the furniture. His belt pouch, always full of things. The music device left at the side of his body, taking a book out of it as he comfortably lays down on the sofa. The belt is discarded somewhere on the floor, and then he simply takes off his shirt, tossing it aside. Messy as always. But oh, the comfort of being at home! He knows Kaveh will appear to scold him for leaving everything on the floor. Normal routine. Light perfectly set to a reading mood, eyes focused on the pages of the book he is reading. Today’s subject is philosophy, another book he will probably finish by the end of the week. Who cares, though? He is just waiting for Kaveh to appear and yell at him. Or kiss him as a greeting, whatever comes first. 

@inardescere​ 

[rpd-rookie]

Do You Know Your Alphabet?

NSFW Edition feat. Chris Redfield

A – Anal:        Anal is not something that Chris fancies mostly because he believes his girth would be a liability. He never tried it and doesn’t intend to out of fear of hurting his partner.     If anal is your thing, it will take a lot of reassuring and a hell lot of patience to convince Chris to give it a try. And even if you miraculously manage to persuade him, Chris will permanently ask if everything’s okay while doing it and it will be the only time he tries it, as he will probably refuse to do it again.     However, and this is a secret he refuses to confess, he loves getting his asshole licked. A partner gave him an ass job once and it drove him crazy in spite of the reluctance he had at the beginning.

B – Bondage:           Chris is not the kind of man that would tie his partner up but he has nothing against being tied up. When he was part of the S.T.A.R.S. unit and used to own a pair of handcuffs, he once let a partner use them on him and found it really arousing.           But bondage remains very occasional and especially rather simple and soft. A bit of rope or a piece of clothe around the wrists is enough for Chris. Don’t offer to bind his entire body with rope and to hang him up from the ceiling. That would actually scare the shit out of him.

C- Cumming:           He always comes inside his partner. He knows it’s risky but he doesn’t care. He is not a fan of condoms and he wears them only if he doesn’t have a choice. He is the kind of man that would drop the “they’re not confortable and you can’t feel a thing” kind of speech.             But since Chris only has sex when he is in a relationship, not wearing a condom is rarely a problem. Accidental pregnancy will be happily accepted if it happens. After all, Chris would love to be a father (#RedfieldBloodlineSecured)

D- Dominance:         Despite his impressive massive stature, Chris is not a dominant (nor is he a submissive). He is a good boy who likes to take the role his partner wants him to have. But Chris can’t do extreme. His dominance always remains rather gentle. He doesn’t know excessive roughness or brutality. What he believes is roughness is actually fucking his partner from behind hard enough to hear their ass slap against him. And when it comes to submission, most of the time it’s just him letting his lover ride him.             Chris would never do BDSM since he strongly believes that there’s only place for love and tenderness in sex. No pain for the man please. He suffers enough on the battlefield everyday.

E- Erection: Chris doesn’t get aroused easily, a secondary effect of the steroids he used to take back in early 2000. So his partner needs to be patient and very touchy-feely to get him hard. Few kisses in the neck and wandering hands caressing his body won’t be enough to give him an erection. You must play with him and be a tease. Have fun with his cock and his body in general and you’ll get the D.       Moreover, nudity almost leaves Chris indifferent. He spent too much time seeing too many naked bodies in locker rooms while training with the Air Force and the BSAA to be aroused by nudity so unless you improvise a strip-tease, getting naked will almost keep him limp.

F- Foreplay: Always. Chris can barely imagine sex without foreplay and he is quite an expert when it comes to it. He sort of had to be since Mother Nature made him too big for any partner to welcome his girth without foreplay or some good lube.     Fingers, mouth, Chris will use everything he’s got and take his time to please his partner and he will do it gladly. He is more of a giver than a receiver in that matter. It suits his caring nature and his generosity.     But being a giver doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to receive. He will happily accept blowjobs, handjobs and even assjobs. But he will never ask for them. It’s his partner’s job to guess what the man wants.

G- Gangbang:         That’s a non-negotiable ‘Hell no!”         Chris has a really bad memory of gangbangs. When he was training to join the Air Force, he once accepted the invitation of some fellow comrades for a “festive event in the dorm”. Turns out the festive event was more a gangbang than the party Chris had imagined. As soon as everybody started making out and getting undressed, Chris used an urge to smoke as an excuse to leave. And of course he never came back. Since that day, don’t talk to him about gangbang or threesome or any sexual interaction that would involve more than two persons. Sex is for two and two only.

H- Handjob: He prefers blowjobs but he convinced himself that hand jobs are certainly more comfortable for his partner since giving a fellatio to Chris Redfield almost requires you to be able to stretch your jaw like an anaconda if you want to take him properly.         But let’s move on to hands jobs. He likes his partner’s grip wet, firm and quick but he doesn’t like his balls being touched too much. He is very ticklish. Oops.

I- Intimacy:   To Chris, sex must be intimate. He is not the kind of man that will have sex in public places. The fact of getting caught doesn’t turn him on, quite the opposite. He will definitely feel really uncomfortable if there were even a slight chance to be seen or heard. That is why he often has sex at home.           When he was younger he used to fuck in his car because he refused to do it in his room knowing that Claire wasn’t far. The sweetie wanted to preserve his little sister’s innocence and also avoid the walk of shame in the morning (The Redfields were leaving with Barry’s family back in the days). This is one of the reasons why he wasn’t really sexually active in his young years.

J- Jerking off:           He doesn’t and hasn’t done it in years. When horniness strikes him, Chris always tries to get his mind out of it by doing something else. Most of the time he goes to the gym or for a run around the neighbourhood.             Chris has associated jerking off to adolescence, when he used to buy porn magazines with his friends and hide them under his mattress.       One day, his mother found his intimate little collection and she asked his father to give him a talk on pornography and on sex in general. That was really awkward but Chris believes that this conversation was a turning point in his sexuality. It taught him how meaningful sex is supposed to be and that a partner is not a mere toy but someone to respect and love. That’s maybe why Chris never really had one-night stands and why he is such a softie in bed.            

K – Kink:       He has no real kink nor does he have fetishes. But there are things he likes such as making sex a little playful on occasion, but nothing too wild.       Once, when he used to date a girl from the BSAA tech department who was younger than him (he was around 35 and she was in her early twenties), he gave the DDLG kink (DaddyDom/LittleGirl) a shot because that’s what she wanted to do but that was really awkward and it almost turned Chris off. As much as he saw no problem in calling her Princess or Baby, being called Daddy was not something he really appreciated. To Chris, the whole thing had a weird incestuous vibe and it made him feel rather uncomfortable.   But now that he is in his late forties, maybe he’ll give it another shot and see the thing differently. Who knows.      

L- Love:         To Chris, there is no sex without love and outside a relationship. Chris is not the kind of man that fancies one-night stands and he always takes his time before allowing himself to share one’s bed. He will never have sex after a first date.   Chris believes sex tastes a thousand times sweeter when you are in love with your partner. So definitely no hook-ups for him. Chris had a few one-night stands back in Raccoon City when he used to go and grab a few drinks with Joseph and Forest on Saturday nights. Forest had a bad influence on him. He was always the one to tell him to “enjoy life” and to talk him into having some casual sex with a random college student. Each time Chris was drunk and ended up waking up with no memory of the sex. That was awkward but not as awkward as the “Sorry, I don’t know why I did this” part because, let’s face it, S.T.A.R.S Chris was a puppy that definitely would apologize for having a one-night stand.

M - Massage:           Oh yes. Give his sore body a good massage after days and days of chasing BOWs and terrorists in mud and dust and Chris will be the happiest man in the world. Massage (and cuddles …and sex of course) is the only thing that can make him relax and forget about the BSAA for a few minutes.   However, Chris is not very talented when it comes to give his partner a massage and he is aware of that. He always put too much pressure on their muscles with his big hands and his body sadly often crushes them.

N – Nudity:   Even though he is rather body confident and spent more time than he wished getting naked and showering in mixed locker rooms, Chris is not the kind of man that would spend a day naked at home. He always wears shorts and tank tops. A habit he took when he was a teenager getting yelled at by his mother for walking around the house shirtless. Mama Redfield was rather prudish.         But that doesn’t mean Chris is modest. He doesn’t mind sharing the bathroom with his partner or getting naked in front of them. And he can take a shower with them without getting a boner. Nudity doesn’t arouse him unless his partner makes it sexual.

O – Oral sex:                                   Oral Sex Expert is a crown no one can take away from Chris Redfield. His penis being rather fat and way above average (which is a blessing and a curse), Chris has no choice but use his fleshy pink lips and nice tongue to prepare his partner for what’s to come. But don’t mind him, he likes doing it, feeling intense pride and pleasure in seeing his partner melt under his mouth … and his fingers cause the first can’t go without the other. His partner needs to be stretched and wet for him otherwise it might hurt like a bitch. And he knows it to well cause he caused pain to some partners when he was younger and lacked experience.     Chris also loves blowjobs but he knows that his penis is not easy to take in mouth.  So if his partner doesn’t want to give him a blowjob he won’t complain. He hates the sound of gagging. So, don’t try deep throating. Suck his tip and he will be happy. And maybe use your hands at the same time.

P – Position. Chris is very cautious when it comes to positions. He has a big fat cock and he is very aware of it. When he was young, he used to take a certain pride in it but that was before he realised that girth is not always practical. Chris knows that if he becomes overzealous he can easily hurt his partner. That’s why he tries to avoid positions that allow deep penetrations, a misfortune for someone who has a very classical view of sex like him.     Chris is not an original lover and he is not very curious. You’re more likely to find a Bible in this night shelf than a Kama Sutra.  So don’t except any crazy positions in bed. Sex with Chris is almost conservative and, sadly, often routine. Missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, spooning are basically the only positions the guy know and unfortunately for him he can’t do the first two because of his girth. That’s why he found a way to adapt them.     In missionary position, he always makes sure his lover keep their legs together. The tight squeeze gives him the impression he is all in while it gives his lover enough of his D.         Same goes for doggy style if you choose to do it on a bed. Otherwise (and Chris will love it) you can do it standing.         Standing positions are very easy with a man as gifted as Chris.

Q – Quickie:             Almost never. Chris likes to take his time while having sex especially when he knows he’s probably not going to get off for a while if a mission is planned. Quickies happen when he is in a hurry and his partner craves some quick release. When he used to date a fellow BSAA colleague, quickies in mission (especially if they lasted long) sometimes happened but always in very secluded places. No one must know what the BSAA Captain liked to do in his intimacy.      

R – Role Play:           It will never be his idea but he doesn’t mind it as long as it isn’t something fucked-up (like incest for instance) or highly ridiculous and far-fetched. Don’t show up in a nurse or airhostess costume. You would only make him laugh. And don’t do something that needs a lot of imagination because the guy doesn’t have much. Stay simple and make the role-play relatable for him. Call him “Captain Redfield” while showing up naked under in his BSAA t-shirt and tell him you need some intense training session with him. Or, if you’re in a dominant mood, pretend you’re his boss and tell him he needs to apologize for screwing the last mission. His first role-play was when he was S.T.A.R.S and it was the classical cop/inmate role-play.

S – Stamina:   Sadly, Chris doesn’t have much stamina, again a direct consequences of taking steroids in his young years. Therefore, sex can sometimes be quick with him especially if he gets too enthusiastic.       To overcome this problem, Chris will adapt his pace to delay his orgasm and he will often take breaks. During those breaks, he will happily go down on his partner to keep them aroused. He will also edge many times to make sure he can give his partner the release they deserve. He will not stop fucking them until he feels them crumble against his body.

T – Talking:   Chris is very complimentary. He often tells how beautiful his partner is and how good they feel. But apart from those compliments, Chris doesn’t talk much. He won’t give verbal orders to his partner and he will make them understand what he wants with looks and gestures. If he wants you on top he will simply lie on his back and nod you to straddle him. If he wants you to suck his cock, he will caress your hair and glance at his manhood.             However, in spite of lacking loquaciousness, Chris growls and grunts a lot and he is very loud. Hell, even his breathing is noisy. When the man is fucking, you can be sure that his neighbours know about it. What do you want? A big man like him in a bed can’t be discreet.       Speaking of bed, I hope your bed is solid because it will creak and slam against the wall with a man like Chris in it. Maybe it’s time to invest in a new headboard or to think about fucking on the floor.

U – Underwear:       Chris wears briefs because they are the most confortable to him. Trunks and even boxers are often too tight around his thick thighs, which can be bothering especially to run while on mission. Comfort before looks, always.           Chris doesn’t care about the type of underwear his lover wears since he always takes them off and he would never find his SO ugly anyway. He would fuck them even if they wore grandma underwear. Sure he won’t say he doesn’t appreciate the sight of his lover in some nice fancy lingerie but he doesn’t need that to be turned on.  

V – Virginity:                       Chris used to turn people’s heads back in high school.  He was already tall (taller than most student to be honest) and had a quarterback-ish build that made everyone drool. Plus, wearing leather jackets and listening to rock music gave him a sort of bad boy’s look and everybody knows how craved bad boys can be. But even if he looked like one, Chris was no bad boy. He was just a bit rebellious and very stubborn, having no problem with defying his teachers. He got in detention quite a lot of times because of that. But despite his handsomeness, Chris wasn’t the type of young man to use his looks to get a girl. He was actually not even aware of how attractive he was and he actually had no real interest in girls, preferring playing guitar and listening to music in his room. Plus he was a bit goofy around girls. He didn’t know how to flirt with them or to realise when someone was hitting on him.             Therefore the girl that took Chris Redfield’s V card wasn’t a random girl. She was a friend of Claire he had known for years and had happened to grow fond of in spite of Claire’s opinions. He took her virginity and she took his on the backseat of his car. But unfortunately he broke up with her soon after because he chose to join the Air Force. Claire never truly forgave him for that.

W – Worship :                       He likes butts, round fleshy butts that he can see bounce against him and grab whenever he wants. When he kisses you, Chris always let his hands roam towards your rear to gently squeeze it and he will often stare at it if he’s got the occasion to do so. While having sex, he will always squeeze it especially if you’re on top of him or doing it doggy style. And if he can, he will also grind his cock between your cheeks.

X- Xenophilia :          Chris is a man that gives little attention to his partner’s appearance. Of course, he needs to feel attracted to them but, to Chris, what matters the most is chemistry. You can be the most gorgeous person in the world and use all the cards in your sleeve to get the man, if there is no chemistry Chris won’t even consider you. However he can’t deny he has a thing for natural beauties and simplicity. Eccentricity doesn’t attract him, on the contrary. And he has a soft spot for light-coloured eyes.       He has no problem dating person who is way younger or way older than him. Again all is a question of chemistry.

Y – Yearn:     He never truly asks for sex, at least not verbally. Chris is not the kind of man that will tell you. “Love making tonight?” or “Let’s go upstairs, darling”. If he is horny he will simply say nothing and let you notice that he wants to get laid. Often, it’s very easy since that a horny Chris Redfield is a touchy-feely Chris Redfield. Plus, his eyes always darken when he wants to have sex.

Z – Zzzzz:       After sex, Chris falls asleep very quickly and he always sleeps like a log. Nothing can wake him up after a good orgasm and that’s simply because love-making is one of the rarest moment he can truly relax and forget about all the troubles linked to his work. He always sleep with his partner nestled against his chest. But careful, he snores.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Tiger Stripes

A gift for @siro-cyll​, cuz they’re the best and I love them and lowkeygotahugecrush, but anyways! They’ve inspired me so much the last few weeks by just being them and I wanted to do something special. I hope you like it! - N.S.

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With the soft, warm steam coming from his mug, the pleasant early-morning sun baking his naked chest, and the cool breeze awakening his senses gradually, it would be an understatement to say that Ford was comfortable.

The breeze ruffled his fluffy charcoal-gray hair playfully before disappearing, leaving behind a still Summer's air. While it is true that he became cold easily, one of the reasons why he wore turtleneck sweaters all year-round, the star his planet revolved around warned his exposed skin pleasantly and Ford felt no anxiety nor unpleasant chill as he stood on the porch, watching the day begin.

The aged scientist sipped his hot caffeinated drink, something he had excruciatingly missed while out in the Multiverse, but over the last ten months he had been home, Ford had taken full advantage of the Columbia-imported beverage and revisited his old habits with each mug. He took in a deep breath; with Bill dead, the remarkable start to a day, his brave choice of attire, and the fact that he was back in Gravity Falls for the summer, surrounded by loved ones, Ford was flooded with a sense of peace and he felt at home.

Of course, that wasn't to say he wasn't at home on the Stan O' War II with his brother; he and Stan had the time of their lives on that boat, sailing the Arctic ocean and fulfilling the dream they had shared since their childhood; and they looked forward to continuing on their adventure when the summer ended. Still, Gravity Falls has always been and always will be where Ford felt at home, felt like he could be himself, and while those characteristics applied on the Stan O' War II, here in the Mystery Shack two little bundles of joy made it even better.

Speaking of, she was opening random doors like the creep she admitted to being, wondering what all had changed since she and her brother had arrived for the summer. Mabel pleasantly found that, all in all, not too much had changed. Some more things had been moved into storage to make the Soos and his Abuelita's move easier when summer ended, and some things were moved around for convenience's sake, but no great change that threw the teenage girl for a loop; this was still her true home and her family was still here.

Mabel skipped to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of Mabel Juice to satisfy her appetite until her Grunkle Stan would make his world-famous Stancakes. As she poured her homemade drink into a glass, she noticed the used coffee-dipped spoon by the sink and when she looked at the coffee-pot, some of the dark, gross, adult drink was still in there, probably enough for two more servings, a second one for a sleep-hating scientist and one for Mabel's favorite conman.

Looking forward to spending time with him, as she always will, Mabel made her way to the basement to surprise Grunkle Ford with her presence. She was confused to find it empty, it being typical for her uncle to overwork, never ceasing, but maybe he wasn't in the mood to work. Or maybe he was working in another room. Mabel checked the private study on the second floor of the basement, but it too was empty. Then she checked the thinking parlor, astounded and also pleased to find it empty; if Ford wasn't working (which was a good thing in Mabel's book) then where was he?

Mabel decided to calmly roam the house for him, now halfway done with her Mabel Juice. Ford wasn't in the living room and it was unlikely that he was upstairs. Just as she was thinking to check his room, in case he went back there to drink his coffee in peace, Mabel decided to check the porch since she was so close to it. She opened the door and looked around, then made a big smile that was free from braces. Ford was standing to her right, a hand on his hip and another hand holding his mug, shirtless and enjoying the sun.

"G'morning, Grunkle Ford." Mabel said cheerfully and let the door close behind her

Ford jumped, nearly sloshing coffee on his hand, and his face turned red as he looked at his great-niece. His free arm was now crossed over his chest, trying to preserve some privacy, but it hardly mattered; he was still fairly exposed.

It wasn't uncommon for Ford to sit by the window in the Stan O' War II shirtless in the morning, but back there he was assured that Stan would not wake up until nine o'clock, plenty of time to finish his coffee and cover himself again. He never had to worry about someone seeing his torso and the many ugly scars that littered his skin, but he had overlooked that his beautiful niece was an early-bird, just like him, and he had misjudged the risk of being caught.

Ford cleared his throat. "G-Good morning, Mabel. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, did you?" Mabel asked and stood next to him, watching the sun and blissfully unaware of how uncomfortable her uncle was.

"Y-Yes, I did, my dear." And Ford sipped his coffee to give him something to do that wasn't standing awkwardly.

Mabel also sipped her juice, smiling and happy. Ford casted glances down at her, waiting for her to make a remark or comment about him only being in his plaid pajama-pants, but she was distracted by the beautiful morning. Ford tried to move past his self-conscious fear, but that was easier said than done. Surviving out in the Multiverse had earned him a handful of battle-scars; old gun-shot wounds, scratches from monsters, chemical burns from acid, and most recently two discolored scars on his wrists and one around his neck, the burns Bill gave him as the devil tortured the scientist for information. Some scars he had received well before the Multiverse and some he had received willingly, but this was a conversation Ford was not ready to have with his innocent little girl and he hoped he could somehow avoid it today.

However, Mabel was an insightful, kind young lady, who was bound to notice when something was wrong with a loved one, so she glanced up at Ford and asked, gentle as a kitten, "Grunkle Ford, are you okay?"

Ford looked down at her and gave her a smile she almost bought. "Yes, I'm okay."

"Are you sure? Did you have another nightmare?"

Ford shook his head. "No, I slept soundly, thank you."

Mabel decided that she believed him and then looked down at his arm, about to take his polydactyl hand, but something else caught her attention and it made her smile. "I like your tiger stripes."

Ford raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?"

"Your tiger stripes." Mabel clarified and softly touched some scars on his left arm that were from when a huge monster scratched him. Ford typically didn't like to be touched, but the girl was so gentle and only had the best intentions, so he held back a shiver and let her feel his skin. "They mean you're very brave. They look really cool!" Mabel's curiosity and fascination got the best of her; she moved her little hand up his arm and to his shoulder, where more scars laid. Her eyes sparkled like stars and she just kept on smiling at her uncle's body. "I especially like those big ones on your chest. Wow, you must be really brave!"

Ford bit his lip. He was completely and utterly speechless. Did she fully understand what he had to do to receive these marks, or did she believe they magically came to be when someone was brave? Did she have any idea what he had been through? Or did she really understand what she was saying at all. When Ford looked at her beautiful brown eyes, the brown eyes that matched his own, he knew that she did understand even if not fully. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to understand fully yet, but for now he could enjoy what a blessing his niece was. "Th-Thank you, Mabel. Really, thank you so much."

Mabel smiled with rosy cheek and held his hand. Ford squeezed her hand kindly in return. After a minute, Mabel pulled him to the couch by the hand and sat down, patting the seat next to her. Ford smiled and sat next to her, then allowed her to curl up against his chest and watch the sunrise. He blinked his misty eyes dry and wrapped a strong arm around her, much warmer with her and no shirt than any sweater could ever warm him.

[tabloidtoc]

OK, September 7

Cover Story -- Cher’s dream wedding at 74 

Page 1: Big Pic -- Katy Perry got dolled up in an array of funky ensembles to promote her song What Makes a Woman

Page 2: Contents 

Page 3: Contents 

Page 4: Melissa McCarthy thriving at 50 -- after her milestone birthday Melissa’s opening up about how she overcame hardships to come out on top 

Page 5: For years Prince William and wife Duchess Kate Middleton have watched from the sidelines as Prince Harry and Meghan Markle have dominated headlines but the couple are finally ready to tell their side of the story in a sit-down TV interview -- it won’t be a scandalous interview but it will certainly right a few wrongs and misconceptions 

Page 6: As Drew Barrymore gears up for her talk show premiere she’s counting on her famous friends to bring in more viewers, as Kim Kardashian and Kanye West struggle to keep their marriage afloat Caitlyn Jenner has been sending them well-wishes but Kim would rather Caitlyn just keep her lips zipped -- Kim’s told everyone to keep their opinions to themselves while she works through this crisis one-on-one with Kanye but Cait’s been sounding off and telling anyone who’ll listen how she believes he’s gotten a raw deal, Chrishell Stause is out to destroy ex Justin Hartley’s reputation and his new romance with Sofia Pernas -- Chrishell is bitter and is calling out Justin as a liar and a cheater and telling friends that his new girlfriend should be careful

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars sparkle in champagne hues -- Elizabeth Chambers, Angela Bassett, Kim Kardashian West 

Page 11: Jennifer Lopez, Scarlett Johansson 

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Thandie Newton vs. Georgia May Jagger 

Page 16 -- News in Photos -- Cara Santana celebrated her birthday on the beach in Malibu 

Page 18: Rita Ora vacationing in Corfu in Greece, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and his daughters Jasmine and Tiana, Pete Wentz plays tennis 

Page 20: Nick Barrotta got in a workout while shooting scenes for The Oval, Ireland Baldwin spent the day at the beach with her uncle Stephen Baldwin 

Page 21: Sofia Richie paddleboarding, Alessandra Ambrosio playing volleyball, Gavin Rossdale takes a shirtless stroll on the beach 

Page 23: RHOBH star Brandi Glanville helping wash a friend’s car, Adam Sandler shooting hoops on the street 

Page 24: Inside My Home -- Brittany Snow’s selling her home in Studio City for $2.7 million 

Page 26: The Property Brothers double baby joy -- Drew Scott and his wife Linda Phan are finally expecting and his twin Jonathan Scott’s girlfriend Zooey Deschanel is also pregnant 

Page 27: Ben Affleck is being kept on a tight leash by girlfriend Ana de Armas as she wants to know where Ben goes and who he’s with at all times and she gave him a 9 p.m. sharp curfew, Rachael Ray and husband John Cusimano have found a silver lining in the wake of their devastating house fire as it made them appreciate what really matters most is each other so for their 15th anniversary they’re going to renew their vows with a few added words inspired by what they’ve learned in the aftermath of this tragedy, Bindi Irwin and husband Chandler Powell already have themselves a cash cow in their unborn child because the demand for an interview with Bindi and Chandler about their pregnancy news is huge right now and they’ve learned from her mom Terri Irwin that cashing in at the right time is key plus they could really use some extra money right now since the family business Australia Zoo isn’t doing so well 

Page 28: Ever since Melanie Griffith got word that ex Antonio Banderas had tested positive for Covid-19 she has made it her mission to help nurse him back to health by calling at all hours and texting him with tons of advice to keep his strength up and although Antonio appreciates her acts of kindness his girlfriend Nicole Kimpel feels the two are getting too close for comfort especially since she’s been at his side throughout the ordeal, while the rest of the world is in chaos Cameron Diaz and Benji Madden are keeping cool calm and collected as they dote on daughter Raddix and Cameron is looking for answers about how to raise a child in these crazy times and she’s found crystals and psychics to be so helpful, Love Bites -- Chrissy Teigen and John Legend are expecting baby no. 3, Miley Cyrus and Cody Simpson split, Jesse Metcalfe and Corin Jamie Lee Clark are dating 

Page 29: Meg Ryan and John Mellencamp ended their on-off romance last October and John moved on with Jamie Sherrill but lately Meg has been blowing up John’s phone and he’s happily answering -- Meg’s recent move to Montecito in California brought her closer to John who’s been in L.A. a lot more since that’s where Jamie’s skincare business is -- John thinks Jamie is a lovely lady but he and Meg are soulmates and it’s a matter of when not if they’ll get back together 

Page 30: Cover Story -- Cher is getting married -- the legendary star is set to stay I Do to her 27-year-old rocker beau 

Page 34: Lifestyles of the Young and Famous -- the plush and pampered lives of billion-dollar celebrity kids -- North West, Emme Muniz 

Page 35: Blue Ivy Carter, Harper Beckham, Princess Charlotte 

Page 36: Louis Bullock, Penelope Disick, Shiloh Jolie-Pitt 

Page 37: Moroccan and Monroe Cannon, Apple Martin, Mom Knows Best -- a few of the best mommas in Hollywood -- Jennifer Garner, Reese Witherspoon, Gwen Stefani 

Page 38: Interview -- Selena Gomez dishes it out 

Page 40: How Cindy Crawford stays in tip-top shape 

Page 41: Like Mother, Like Daughter -- Kaia Gerber is a chip off the old block in the health and wellness department 

Page 44: Style Week -- Megan Thee Stallion is Revlon’s new face 

Page 46: Run errands in style with a superchic totally sleek tiny phone purse -- Zoey Deutch 

Page 47: 5 minutes with Tiffani Thiessen 

Page 48: Fashion -- the classic post earring gets a bold and stylish upgrade -- Margot Robbie 

Page 50: Beauty -- beauty booty from around the world 

Page 52: Entertainment 

Page 53: Fall TV preview, Q&A with Mister E 

Page 58: Buzz -- in living color -- these stars recently transformed their dresses -- Jesse Williams goes blue, Lady Gaga in green called Ocean Blonde, Jim Parsons goes blond 

Page 59: Emily Ratajkowski goes blonde, Sarah Hyland goes red, Faith Hill goes pink, Joe Jonas goes platinum, Ariel Winter goes blonde, Gigi Hadid goes darker, Kaia Gerber goes pink 

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Olivia Colman on portraying Queen Elizabeth II on The Crown, Andy Cohen on which Real Housewives he’d trust to babysit his son Ben, Angelina Jolie on quarantining with her six kids, Luke Bryan roasting pal Blake Shelton 

Page 61: Adele responding to a fan who asked when she’d be releasing her next album, Jennifer Aniston on playing a celebrity news anchor on The Morning Show, David Arquette on teaming up with ex Courteney Cox for Scream 5, Kelly Ripa to daughter Lola on her habit of stealing her mom’s crop tops 

Page 62: Horoscope -- Virgo Zendaya turned 24 on September 1 

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Olivia Culpo

[thewritewolf]

Eating Habits Chapter 5: The Storm

The gang goes to a Jagged Stone concert and everybody gets a little more concerned about Marinette.

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The roar of the crowd helped to drown out the sound of Marinette’s heart pounding in her chest. It had been ages since she had gotten to go to a concert. There had always been something going on to stop her, whether it was akuma attacks, studying, or helping at the bakery. And while she was sure there was probably something she should have been working on, what was she going to do? Tell Jagged Stone, ‘Sorry, can’t go. I’ve got some embroidery to finish a week ahead of time. I’m sure you understand.’

And Jagged probably would have too, but he’d also have been sad, and that was the last thing Marinette wanted. It would have been a poor way to repay him after he had helped Nino get his internship with his production company.

As she flashed her VIP pass to the security guards standing at the backstage, Marinette smiled. At least this wouldn’t be like attending just any old concert. Jagged Stone had made sure to give them only the best seats in the house and backstage passes besides. He always liked when she visited before the show started. Something about her being his lucky charm. If only Jagged knew the half of it…

Marinette lead the four of them through the ordered chaos that was the dimly lit backstage, straight for the source of the ordered part of the chaos.

“Hi, Penny! How are you doing?”

“Marinette, honey!” Penny wrapped her in a hug. “Now I know tonight is going to go smoothly, with you around.”

Marinette giggled. “Jagged finally get to you? Trust me, I’m not as lucky as he thinks I am.”

“Don’t confuse lucky and clumsy, sweetie,” Adrien said beside her. “You’ve got plenty of both to go around.” He kissed the back of her hand that he was holding while she huffed at him. Alya and Nino snickered behind them.

Penny smirked. An assistant rushed up and whispered something urgently in her ear. She cursed in English. “It was great to see you, but I’ve got to get back to it.” She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder. “My hubby is over there if you wanted to say hello before we get started.”

“Thanks, Penny!” Marinette said to her retreating back. She guided them over in the direction Penny pointed them in, descending into the basement of the building. Once the roar of the crowd was dulled by the walls, it was easy to follow the sounds of idle strumming. It was never hard to find Jagged Stone once you were in ear range of him.

Marinette knocked on the door that had his name on it before gently pushing it open. On the other side, Jagged was checking himself out in the mirror while Fang slept on a nearby chaise. He noticed her arrival in his reflection and quickly turned around, a big grin on his face.

“Hey, love! You made it after all. And I see you brought me my tune master,” he said while fist bumping Nino. “Enjoying your day off, my dude?”

“You know it, boss man!” Nino finger gunned at him. “Decided to listen to some quality music tonight, ya know?”

Jagged chuckled. “And I bet the free seats from the little lady helped too, huh?” He looked past him to Adrien and Alya, who he quickly wrapped up in one armed hugs. “You must be the better halves, yeah?”

“Well,” Adrien said with a light blush, “I wouldn’t say that, but-”

“Hell yeah I am,” Alya grinned.

Still smiling, Jagged turned his attention to Marinette. His smile vanished, replaced by naked concern. “Woah, love. You’re looking less rock ‘n roll than usual. Are you sleeping? Maybe had a bite to eat in the last week?”

Marinette grimaced. Maybe it was to be expected - her friends had certainly been babying her recently, even if they were trying to be subtle about it. Jagged had always acted like a caring uncle to her, something that had only gotten more pronounced after Penny gave birth.

Plastering a smile on her face, she said, “Oh, you know. Uni has been pretty rough, but I’m hanging on. But I’m here to forget all that by rocking out!” She threw up metal horns and Jagged’s grin came back as he returned the gesture.

“Rockin’! But remember to take care of yourself, love. I’d like to keep my best concept artist in one piece.” He winked at her. “It’s been way groovy to see you all, but you’d better get out there if you want to be ready. I’ll make sure this performance is nothing to miss.” He strummed a power chord on his guitar.

“See ya later, boss man!”

Jagged grinned and nodded his chin at Nino as they walked away. The sound of his solo still audible through the door.

Marinette pouted as they made their way back to the concert area. It was irritating that he’d singled her out like that, but before long they were back in the crowd near its front. Being back in among the excited energy of the throng made sure that her irritation didn’t last long. They were playing some tunes to get people distracted, turning the crowd floor into a dance floor. Naturally, Adrien pulled her close as they rocked out to the music together and soon the only thing going through her head was the beat of the music.

It was pretty jarring when the placeholder music pumped out through the speakers stopped, but only for a moment as the real concert started. The experience of dead silence as Jagged Stone appeared on the stage in full Rock and Roll glory, only for the moment to suddenly break as hundreds of voices began screaming all at once… it was something that Marinette never got used to. The only problem?

Marinette was very short.

Even up in the front, it was starting to hurt her neck to stare up at the stage and peer between the few people in her way. She silently stamped her foot in frustration, plotting to find a better vantage point.

At least until Adrien caught her wrist. He motioned her towards him as he turned his back toward her and crouched down. Even without words, Marinette picked up on what he was trying to say and climbed on. While she’d certainly been in more dangerous situations before, rising up on her boyfriend’s shoulders and breaking above the crowd made her uneasy and she gripped his head to keep her balance.

She only hesitantly let go when she felt his strong hands gripping her bare thighs, an electric tingle rushing up her body at the touch. She was suddenly very glad that she’d chosen to wear shorts for this concert. Hoping to repay him a little, she ran her fingers through her wonderful boyfriend’s hair before turning her attention back to the show and her new vantage point.

The music pounding in her ears, the roar of the crowd that she could now see over, the feel of Adrien below her… it was all intoxicating. For just a few hours, she let herself not have a care in the world.

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Naturally, the cares really snuck up on her the following morning. She jolted awake a few minutes before her alarm went off, which was the least ideal time for her to wake up. In her panic she threw herself out of bed and rushed to get ready for university. If she wanted to catch up on everything she needed to do, she’d have to skip breakfast… and get greasy fast food. Even in her frantic state, she scrunched up her nose at that. The sacrifices that had to be made for art.

She burst into her living room and smelled something cooking in the kitchen. There was no wall between the two rooms, so she could easily see the source. Her thoughts came to a grinding halt when she saw Adrien laboring shirtless over the stove. As she froze, the floorboards creaked underneath her and he turned around, spatula still in hand.

“Oh!” His smile was dazzling, especially given how early it was. “Good morning, bugaboo.” His eyes swept over her hungrily. “You’re looking pawsitively stunning. Care to join me for breakfast?”

“Morning, handsome.” She crossed the space between them and snared his lips with her own, her fingers dancing across his bare chest. “And I can’t stay, I’ve got to go into class.”

His eyes were dragged downward just as his eyebrows rose. “...That so?”

Confused, she glanced down, only to let out a mortified squeak when she realized she had forgotten to put on pants. She struggled to pull her shirt down to cover herself, managing a glare when Adrien chuckled.

“You know I saw way more of you last night, right?” He waggled his eyebrows and gave her that cheshire cat grin that she had so thoroughly associated with her partner. It was hard to believe their identities had been a secret at some point. “Butt hey! If this is the latest fashion trend, then who am I to argue?”

She huffed and turned around to storm back into her room, which conveniently hid the smile she had cracked at his pun.

“Breakfast is waiting for you, sweetie!” He called after she shut her door.

After digging through her clean clothes pile, she fished out a serviceable pair of leggings and stepped back out into the kitchen. He looked her over and gave her a thumbs up. Deciding she didn’t want to waste the food Adrien had made for her, she took a seat across the table from him. His chin propped up on his hand, he watched her with an amused smile.

“Can you lock up behind you when you leave, Adrien?”

“I’m heading out at the same time you are. I’ve got a shift at the bakery today. I might be a little late today with all this excitement but…” he winked theatrically. “I’m in good with the bosses, so I think they’ll let it slide.”

She snorted. “You and your nepotism.”

“Aw, come on. I got in on talent alone! Who else would smile and bat their eyes at the customers like I do? And get them to buy a lot more pastries than they might have otherwise?”

“You’re a dork,” she said with a smile as he walked around to stand behind her.

“Your dork, maybe.” He kissed her cheek and kept walking to the refrigerator and pulled out a little lunch box like she might have had in lycee. “Anyway, I know you’re busy so I packed a lunch for you while I was at it.”

She blinked at the box. “...How long have you been awake?”

“You know I wake up early,” he said nonchalantly. “I like to see the sun rise.”

“Well… anyway, thank you. This is super helpful.”

He bowed. “I’m glad to be of service, m’lady. Are you ready to start the day?”

To her surprise, she was. It was the first time in weeks that she hadn’t felt desperate or like she was running out of time. They walked out of the apartment, hand in hand, sharing a kiss after they had to part ways outside the building. Marinette went to class with a spring in her step, excited to face the challenges that the day would bring.

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“Tikki!” Marinette whined as she failed to get the stitching right again. “I hate design!”

From her vantage on the couch behind her, Tikki giggled. “No you don’t, you’re just tired and frustrated.” She floated forward and landed on Marinette’s shoulder. “I know you want to get this done, but I’m sure the person who commissioned this won’t mind if it isn’t finished by tonight. That deadline you gave was soft for a reason.”

“I know, but I can finish this tonight. If I just try a little harder...”

“It’s alright to take a break, Marinette. Maybe grab something to eat…?”

Marinette threw her hands up in frustration. “Now you’re starting to sound like Alya and Adrien!” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Tikki and pointed a ruler her. “You aren’t in league with them, are you?”

Tikki watched her and raised an eyebrow. “Well, if being on their side means talking sense…”

“Hey, I’m not a child! I’ve been taking care of myself!”

“You forgot to eat that nice lunch Adrien made you and then accidentally threw it in the garbage.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Marinette buried her face in the dress in progress. “It smelled so good… so briefly…” She sniffled and her stomach growled at the memory of the destroyed pasta.

“See? Your stomach agrees with me. Go get something to eat, Marinette.”

Irritation flared up. She was doing just fine on her own, not matter the hints they were giving her. Stupid overbearing boyfriend. Stupid overbearing best friend. Stupid overbearing kwami.

Grumbling all the while, Marinette dragged herself away from where she was working and opened her refrigerator. She was nearly brought to tears when she saw that there was an even bigger container of Arrabbiata pasta, her favorite, in the front. On it was a handwritten note by Adrien, which she read through grateful tears.

‘Missing you lots, wish I could be there to make this for you in person! I hope this is good enough! [badly drawn heart]’

She giggled at the poor sketch of a heart while hers was warmed by the gesture. While she heated up her pasta, she silently forgave Adrien. His heart was in the right place, at least. And if that meant she got more of his constantly-improving cooking… then so be it.

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A few days later, it was time for patrol.

At this point in their superhero careers, it probably wasn’t necessary. There weren’t any miraculous unaccounted for anymore and they hadn’t fought an akuma in over two years now. But somehow, it felt right. If they could keep the streets a little safer at night for the average citizen, then so be it. Even if most nights all they did was run across the rooftops, wind in their hair, the city open beneath them, and their worries left far behind them.

...Okay, so maybe the patrols were helpful, if only for their mental health. Marinette had tried to get out of a few of them to get extra sleep, but Adrien quickly realized she was just going home to work more.

Maybe it was because her thoughts were already being pulled in a dozen different directions at once. Or maybe it was because it had never gotten this bad before. But it didn’t occur to her that maybe such physical activity wasn’t best performed on an empty stomach.

Either way, she suddenly felt faint and would have collapsed to the street below if Chat Noir didn’t catch her just in time. The panicked worry in his emerald eyes was enough to pull her back fully into consciousness.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He took an extra moment to set her down somewhere relatively comfortable and out of sight. After a few minutes, he returned with a bag full of croissants.

“How’d pay for this?” She asked groggily.

He shrugged. “I threw a fistful of euros at them and hoped it was enough.” He shook his head and put a croissant into her hand. He patiently waited while she worked her way through a couple pastries. “When did you last have a proper meal?”

She was feeling better now that she had food in her, which meant that she was fully aware of the vaguely disappointed tone that had slipped into his voice.

Bashedly, she replied, “...When did you leave that pasta for me?”

He took a deep breath and sighed. “We’ll call patrol off for tonight.” He got to his feet and helped her up. “Looks like I should make you dinner more often,” he said dryly.

“...Fine, fine.” Not that she wasn’t looking forward to more of his cooking, but she didn’t like to admit she needed the help. Especially over something like feeding herself. There was no way she’d be able to talk him down after tonight.

“And remember our date for next week.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He kissed her forehead. “I’m glad to hear it. Goodnight, lovebug. I love you.”

“I love you too, kitty.”

[langdvnshepherd]

Headcanons: Duncan Shepherd as a dad (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none really it’s literally all tooth-rotting fluff I’m sorry lmao, mentions of smut

A/N: Someone requested more dad!Duncan and I, uh, had to do it. Definitely message me if you ever want to hc dad!Duncan because I can do this shit all day. I’d love some feedback as well as some suggestions on what to write next!

We’ve discussed how Duncan would act before his baby is born, but what about after?

First of all, he would not be able to keep his eyes off of them

He’s in awe at all times that someone as cold as him helped create the most precious thing he had ever seen in his life

Even when he’s exhausted from taking care of them all night and changing diaper after diaper, he would opt to just watch the way their little nose twitches and their fingers flex as they sleep

Every little coo or grunt that comes out of them is the cutest thing he’s ever heard

Their cute little toes are his favorite

Loses it every time he sees how tiny their clothes are

sorry idk how to make the cut work so this line has to be here lmao my b

Also really loves watching you breastfeed because those are his two favorite people and they get to bond in this very special way

Obsessed with how their eyes get droopy and they get all sleepy after their bellies are so full of milk

Going a little off topic— I picture that this is when he’d ask you to marry him

It would be super casual

You’re cuddled into his side while you’re feeding your little bub one morning and he’s contently watching the two of you and it just dawns on him that there’s literally no other way he could/would want to picture his life being like

He wants it to be you, him and the herd of babies the two of you create for as long as he lives

He says it plainly and matter-of-fact-ly that he wants you to marry him because this is it for him and he doesn’t want anything else

“I was gonna get you flowers and a giant ass ring and take you to a fancy dinner and be dramatic and with the whole shebang, but this just felt right. We can figure the rest out later.”

I would say he takes to fatherhood fairly well

Always offers to get up in the middle of the night and rock them back to sleep

Spit up and poop doesn’t gross him out

Thinks their little burps and farts are hilarious

“Heyyyyy, impressive! Just like your daddy.”

Cherishes skin-to-skin contact

At any and all times he can be found sitting on the couch or nursery rocking chair shirtless with his baby tucked into his chest

Also does the thing where if the baby falls asleep on him he refuses to move until they wake up regardless of what position he’s in

“My leg has been asleep for an hour, but there’s no way in hell I’m moving and waking up this sweet baby.”

You have an entire photo album on your phone of him and the baby asleep in the weirdest positions looking like identical versions of each other

Duncan’s arm tucked behind his head and slumped into the corner of the couch with your baby’s chubby cheeks smushed into his chest and legs tucked into their chest like a little football

When he has to take care of them alone for the first time he feels like he’s gonna puke

He’s convinced that something bad is going to happen even though you’re just going to work for half a day

If something happens it will be his fault and he won’t be able to live with himself

He calls you to before everything he does to make sure he’s not going to accidentally hurt them

“They have a rash on their butt, is the diaper cream the blue tube or the red tube?”

“Duncan, you know which one it is. You put it on them last week.”

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to double check.”

He measures every breath they take until you get home because he doesn’t full trust himself alone with a child

You end up coming home to a quiet house and find Duncan and the baby knocked out on the floor with an old Mickey Mouse cartoon playing softly on the tv

He was going to be perfectly fine, you tried to tell him

The first time the baby gets sick he’s so heartbroken

Usually their cries can be softened with a boob in their mouth or some gentle rocking and pats on the booty but knowing he can’t do anything to help them this time makes him feel so sad

He just hold them as close as he can and tells them he’s sorry there’s nothing he can do until they finally drift off

Duncan also probably withdrawals himself from work gradually after the baby is born

Also chills out on the shady business because now he has a kid to consider and if he gets caught he isn’t the only one that will suffer the consequences

Taking on less of a work load to he can spend time with you two but also because having a kid has made him reflect a lot

He wants to be the parent he never really had

He wants to look back and say he was able to provide for his family, but was also still present for all of the little moments

Him and his baby are best buddies and I am a firm believer in that

You can calm them down and make them laugh and they love you so much but it’s nothing compared when they see Duncan walk into the room

They’re immediately in a better mood or having a giggle fit

They love it when Duncan tickles them with his beard when he gives them kisses or blow raspberries on their tummy and they love making grabby hands at it and scratching it

He talks to the baby like they’re grown and like their little babbles are actually words and it’s hilarious

“What’s that? You thought the State of the Union was pure shit? Well that makes two of us! I couldn’t believe the hot garbage coming out of his mouth either! What an idiot.”

It only encourages the baby to mumble and speak more gibberish because they’re thriving off of the attention they’re getting from their dad even though they have no idea what the fuck he’s saying

He fake wrestles with them by pretending to choke-slam them but he just softly flips them around and gently flops them down on the couch

Walks around the house with them hugging his leg or on his shoulders while they hold onto him by his hair

Duncan is always letting them do things you don’t want them to do like crawl around butt-naked or letting them suck a tiny bit of cake frosting off of his finger when you aren’t looking

“Duncan, you can’t keep doing that! All of that sugar’s going to upset their stomach.”

“But look at them, they LOVE it. You can’t look at that face and tell me that they don’t absolutely love it.”

Their first steps are towards Duncan one day when he’s home alone with them

He’s working on his laptop while the baby was messing around on the floor with their toy piano and chewing on the ear of their stuffed elephant

For whatever reason he diverts his attention from the screen to the baby and sees that they’re fully standing on two feet and rocking back and forth and concentrating super hard on staying upright

Duncan realizes what’s about to happen and eggs them on with the bowl of dry Cheerios they had been eating for breakfast

“Come on! Oh my god oh my god, come on you’re so close you can do it!!! Come here!!!”

They make it clear across the living room and stumble right before falling but Duncan scoops them up and tosses them straight up in the air out of excitement and the baby is a squealing mess from the kisses Duncan covers them in

Their first word is “mama” and he’s honestly a little salty because he thought he was special

“After all I do for you? All the times I get yelled at by your mom for feeding you sweets and cuddling you at night when you should be sleeping in your crib? You betray me like this? I see how it is.”

He definitely finds it extremely entertaining to make them say random words like “shit” or “fuck” and 100% gets yelled at for it after they made a habit of screaming it around the house

IMAGINE their first birthday

You know Duncan spends way too much money on unnecessary things that a one-year old will never remember

A giant cake that they’re inevitably going to smash to pieces with their tiny fists

He buys so many expensive baby toys and it doesn’t even matter in the end because all the baby wants to play with is Duncan’s cell phone and try to chew on his watch

Given that babies and toddlers are a handful to say the least, the relationship between the two of you definitely changes

Not in a bad way, just different

There’s not a lot of time when it’s just the two of you, so you have to make accommodations

Quickies in the shower or cuddle sex 20 minutes before the alarm goes off in the morning

Most of the time, you’re both too exhausted to do anything so it’s a lot different from when it was just the two of you and you were constantly trying to jump each other’s bones whenever possible

Random, domestic things that the other does start to turn you on

Watching Duncan in the kitchen in his glasses and boxers on a weekend morning teaching your kid how to peel an orange

Duncan watching you frustratingly change tops for the third time because you kept leaking through the fabric

Daddy kink takes on a new meaning

You fall more in love with each other after going through the adjustments of parenthood together

When they start going to daycare, Duncan is pretty sad

His baby isn’t really a baby anymore

But he lightens up when he sees how much fun they have when he picks them up everyday

They’re so excited to show him their new friends and where they put their mat for naptime and the finger-painting they made of your family (they insist that’s what it is but it’s really just a bunch of giant blobs but Duncan refuses to acknowledge that and congratulates them on being such a talented artist and puts it on the fridge it as soon as he gets home

They also love getting into the routine of getting ready with Duncan in the morning

Duncan let’s them stand on the counter and brush their teeth beside him and they make faces at each other in the mirror

Once, they tried to go for the razor because they saw Duncan do it once and Duncan’s life flashed before his eyes

They always give him a big, fat kiss and a tight hug with their tiny arms around his neck right before they run off into their classroom

He is the dilf of the daycare and we all know it

Everyone already thought your kid was the cutest in the class, but loses their shit when they see how hot their dad is

Comes in handy when he finds out another kid was mean to his one day and pulled their hair or called them a mean name and has to bitch to the people in the office about it

They started crying as soon as they got in the car from being picked up and Duncan’s heart hurts so bad

They’re so tiny and young and there’s no reason for anyone to be mean to them

He lays with them in their toddler bed and rubs their tummy and pets their hair until they fall asleep

Tells them that sometimes people are mean for no reason and they’re not whatever name they were called and they should never do those things because that’s not how you treat people

He’s obviously still upset about it when he gets into bed with you later that night

He didn’t think his kid would be subjected to the cruel world at such a young age and he hates that he wasn’t there to protect them

“There’s only so much you can do. You did everything you could, and that’s what matters to them. That you love them, and that you’ll always be there for them to talk to.”

Duncan nods but it’s clear that he’s still beating himself up over it

“Donut, if you don’t stop moping I’m gonna have to show you how good of a dad you are by making you another one.”

“.....is that a promise?”

Ok I’m done now I think please send in more hc’s if you think of them dad!Duncan is my lifeline that’s it thanks

Some of you asked to be tagged and idk if you meant just in the sugar daddy fic or in everything so lmk what you meant lmao

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[deplcythebattery]

orion !! could you do a nice fluffy whizzvin one shot where they bathe or shower together ?? thank you !!

anything for u eddie

fluff u say? You’re getting angst. Whizzer is trans, but I’m sure everyone knows that already!

Showeringhad always been the worst part of Whizzer’s day. As the years passed, he’dlearned to deal with the dysphoria it caused, but it was still an issue – especiallywith some of the men he used to see. For some reason, gay men loved shower sex,and Whizzer quite wasn’t a fan of that. It was hard enough to be completelyexposed in bed, at least there his hair stayed somewhat in space, maintaining thefeeling of masculinity – and he could wear his binder. Under the running waterthere was no way for Whizzer to escape.

Whizzerwanted to shower in peace. Whether it was after sex or in the morning, he didn’twant anyone in his own space. Especially if he had to shower right after wakingup. No way was he letting anyone see him that vulnerable, head working so slow.But as Marvin walked into his life, suddenly none of it mattered anymore.

It tooksome time to get used to letting Marvin so close. For the first few months, Whizzerdid not let Marvin into the bathroom when he was showering. He didn’t let Marvinhelp him with the binder, always covered his body with a blanket. It was justhabit, formed from years of abuse and self-hatred. The men previously in hislife had one too many times objectified his body – especially if they were closetedand married. With Marvin it was different. Not once did Marvin ever do or sayanything abusive when it came to Whizzer and his gender. Sure, Marvin sometimescalled him a pretty boy, but that was true. Whizzer was stylish and spent anhour on his hair every morning. He wasa pretty boy.

WhenWhizzer let Marvin shower with him for the first time, Whizzer stayed facingthe wall the entire time. He’d gotten rid of his clothes fast and stepped intothe shower before Marvin had come into the bathroom just to make sure Marv didn’tsee everything. Whizzer turned the water on hot to make the space foggy,leaving space for Marvin behind him. Marvin didn’t really pay any mind to anyof Whizzer’s movements, just thought that Whiz wanted to get into the showerquickly just because. Even when he joined his lover and wrapped his arms aroundWhizzer from behind, he didn’t really notice how tense Whizzer was. He kissed Whizzer’sneck, hands brushing down his wet sides. Whizzer shivered and took a deep breath,hoping to god Marvin didn’t want anything more so he wouldn’t have to turn around.

ForWhizzer, it wasn’t just about showing Marvin his chest. It was about lettingMarvin see the darkness of his past stored in the thin lines covering thedelicate skin where the binder left red, sore stripes where it dug deep,covering evidence of the hurt Whizzer had been through. Some of them had beenso deep that the skin was still pale red, ten years after the last time a bladehad touched Whizzer’s skin. It was about letting Marvin see that, letting himsee the weakness. And Whizzer knew Marvin had fallen in love. He didn’t want tohurt his lover more than he had to.

“Pass methe shampoo?” Whizzer asked with an edge in his voice when Marvin’s wanderinghands had climbed a little too high. Marvin placed a kiss on his shoulder beforeturning and grabbing the shampoo. “Want me to wash your hair, hm?” Marvin askedin return, not picking up on anything being wrong. Whizzer tried to keep hisvoice steadier as he glanced over his shoulder with a forced, but believablehalf a smile. “Sure thing,” he responded with a nod, keeping his composure. IfMarvin washed Whizzer’s hair, he’d be busy and Whiz wouldn’t have to turn.

Whizzertilted his head back and closed his eyes as Marvin’s hands massaged his scalp.He allowed himself to get lost into the touch for a moment, leaning backagainst Marvin’s warm skin. It felt good to be that close. For the first timein his life, he wasn’t completely stiff showering with someone, even if hestill had careful movements and something to hide. Marvin made him feel safe,like he wasn’t asking for anything more than what Whizzer was willing to give.That really was a first in Whizzer’s life.

Lost in histhought, Whizzer didn’t stop Marvin when he pulled on Whizzer’s shoulder gentlyand turned him around. What pulled Whizzer back into reality was the gasp that escapedfrom Marvin as the man froze, eyes on Whizzer’s chest. Whizzer froze too, hisheart sinking completely. Was Marvin hurt? Was he disgusted? Did he thinkWhizzer was weak? Was Whizzer ugly in his eyes? Would he just walk out? The questionsattacked Whizzer all at once and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. Marvin raisedhis hand, immediately making Whizzer step back as far as he could. Marvin’seyes were wide and Whizzer couldn’t face them, now turning to the side toshield himself again.

When Marvindidn’t say anything, Whizzer silently washed the shampoo out of his hair andstepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his chest, hisback turned to Marvin the whole time. “I understand if you want to leave,”Whizzer said quietly, almost inaudibly with the water running in the background.His hand was on the door handle when Marvin finally spoke, freezing him inplace again. “What happened?” Marvin’s words weren’t accusing, just thick with emotion.He’d turned the water off and Whizzer breathed in, trying to mask his voicetrembling. “I did,” Whizzer stated flatly, hair dripping water down his face. “Idid, Marvin, and I don’t want to think about it.”

Marvinappeared behind his lover, hesitating before placing his hand on Whizzer’sshoulder. “But… Why? You’re so beautiful, what happened that caused that amountof pain?” Marvin pushed, words even gentler than his touch. Whizzer opened thedoor and walked out, unsure of what to say. Marvin’s hand fell down and hefollowed Whizzer out, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. Whizzer sat onthe bed, head in his hands. “

“I’m a gayman,” Whizzer started, Marvin sitting beside him. He didn’t touch Whizzer, notyet, because now he could sense the tension. He didn’t want to cross anyboundaries now, not when it came to this. “It hasn’t always been clear to this world,that it really is who I am. It hasn’t been clear to myself either and for thelongest time, I felt dirty and wrong and monstrous for being the way I am.”Whizzer’s voice was robotic, his eyes a pale version of the intensity they usuallyheld. Marvin listened in silence. “I hated who I was, hated my body, and had noway of wording that pain. My home wasn’t exactly the softest place to be differentand boy was I the black sheep,” Whizzer took in a quivering breath before hecontinued, “I was told everything I am and represent is sin, that I’m going tohell. My chest is the way it is, because it was the only way for me to makesense of any of it. The pain seemed right, because I thought it was what Ideserved for hating the way my body looked. It was also concealable, as I worebaggy clothes and let no one close enough to see what was underneath.”

When Whizzerstopped talking, Marvin’s face was wet. It wasn’t water from his hair, but thetears he just couldn’t blink away. “But nothing about you is wrong,” he saidquietly, slowly wrapping an arm around Whizzer’s shoulders. “Nothing about youis wrong, Whizzer. You’re beautiful, you’re passionate, you have a goldenheart. And you’re handsome as all hell, I’ve never seen a guy with such a senseof style.” Marvin didn’t exaggerate. He meant every word he said, his heartpleading and breaking as he watched the man who was his everything.

Whizzerpaused for a moment before leaning against Marvin, trying to swallow the knotin his throat. He couldn’t say anything and his walls pushed Marvin’s wordsaway, making sure he wouldn’t believe them. The silence grew heavier andWhizzer felt like he was suffocating until Marvin finally spoke again, shatteringthe steel-hard atmosphere “Whizzer, I-… I love you.”

Whizzer’shead shot up, his eyes wide in turn. Out of everything Marvin could’ve said,that wasn’t what he’d expected. “I do. I’ve fallen for you so hard and I-… I’mso sorry the world hasn’t treated you kindly. I’m so sorry you went through allthat hurt alone. I’m staying right here.” Whizzer was speechless and just stared at Marvin. And then, heslowly melted into a smile, his eyes filling with tears. “I love you too.” Andjust like that, the world felt a little lighter.

After that,showering with Marvin became a habit Whizzer loved. He loved water and he lovedMarvin and the combination of those two made him relax. It helped him wake upin the morning, helped him destress at night. And Marvin made sure to make himfeel handsome, running his fingers all over his skin, never hesitating at the scars. He drew patterns over them, not wit ha condescending touch, but with acceptancethat told Whizzer that he wasn’t ashamed of his lover in any way. It took longbefore Whizzer was comfortable enough not to wear a binder in the house when itwas just him and Marvin, and even longer before he walked around shirtless, butMarvin’s softness helped him through. After time passed, Whizzer could tell Marvinmore about his scars, but it took much more than anything else. Thank god Marvinwas patient and loving.

At least until Whizzer’s naïve traits started to get on his nerves and the loving bickering turnedinto mutual frustration. But before that, living together was like a bed ofroses.

[sleepywinchester]

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 11

Summary: You stay home in Austin while Jensen goes to Jus In Bello. 

Author: sleepywinchester {prev; deanwinchester-af}

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 1.1k

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Beta: @fandommaniacx 

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Title: Calls from Rome.

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“Oh my, God. It’s gorgeous!” Genevieve exclaimed.

You looked down at the dress and smiled widely, it was indeed beautiful. It only took you a day of going around New York city with your mother, you finally found the right wedding dress.  Genevieve reached your side to see the dress up on close. Her eyes were lighting up as she looked more at the dress.  

“I’m in love with the details,” she looked at you with a big smile across her face. “I’m so excited for you.”

“The day just keeps coming closer,” you said staring at the dress. “I’m so nervous. I can’t believe in matter of weeks, I’ll be a married woman.”

Genevieve hugged you tightly, “It’s going to be an amazing day, Y/N.”

“What if-,”

“-don’t doubt yourself, Y/N,” Gen spoke before you could let out your fears. “You guys love each other so damn much. You and Jensen have a wonderful life ahead.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you said feeling the tears building up.

“I’m already crying!” She laughed as the tears went down her cheeks.

You hugged her back, “Thank you for everything.”

“I’m just so excited for you,” Gen laughed wiping the tears away, “You and Jensen are meant to be.” She turned to look at JJ sleeping in her coral, “I can’t wait to see how your family grows over time. And I just hope we would be forever friends and to witness everything.”

“We will be, sister,” you said holding onto the hug.

After spending the day with Genevieve and her boys in the pool; you, JJ and Jules head back to home. It was nearly eleven pm and JJ didn’t want to go to sleep just yet. You were in your room watching TV with her in your arms when your cellphone received a facetime call from Jared.

“Hey!” You picked up.

Instead of being greeted with Jared’s face, you saw the cast and Jensen singing on stage. Instantly a smile appeared across your face. Jensen was surrounded by the cast and about to sing the last verse, which also was your personal favorite for him to perform.

“Catch the cannonball, now to take me down the line

My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it’s time”

While Jensen sang those lines, Jared made his way to the stage. For a glimpse of a second Jensen thought Jared was going to join them, that was until he saw you staring at him through his best friend phone. Your fiance's eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.

Jensen kept singing to the crowd with his eyes glancing at you from time to time. “To get back to soon Miss Ackles, y’all know she’s the only one.” Everyone in the crowd cheered with Jensen’s improvised words. “Who sent me here, with her regards for everyone”

Your past and present co-workers kept singing to the song’s chorus. JJ’s attention was captured by the song and the cellphone, she was completely focused on Jensen singing live. She looked up to you, like she was questioning if that was her daddy.

“That’s da-da,” you said softly with a smile and pointed at the screen.

She smiled back at you before looking back to the screen. Jensen was singing the last line, adding a smooth ‘yeah’ after the cast went quiet. Instantly the fans and crowd cheered for everyone. JJ listening to everyone applaud, she began to clap her hands.

“Da-da!” JJ spoke with excitement when she saw Jensen on the screen.

Your eyes got widen and Jensen’s as well. You were surprised he listened to her speak with the amount of noise that was around him. Jensen took the phone from Jared’s hands.

“Did she say-.” Jensen stuttered.

“Yes!” You exclaimed, “She just said her first word!”

Jensen was speechless, “People! People!” He shouted loud enough for the mic in front of him to capture the words. “My daughter just spoke her first words!” Instantly everyone around him cheered. “She said ‘Da-da’!” Jensen turned to see you, “I love you so much, JJ.”

JJ giggled at the sight of her father, “Da-da.” She repeated.

This time you could see a tear falling down Jensen’s cheek. You smiled wishing you were in Rome, wishing you could kiss him. “Love you.”

Jensen smiled big, “I love you. I’ll call you later.”

“Love you too,” you blew a kiss before ending the call. 

After that sudden call from Jensen, your daughter stayed up for a little while longer. You also stayed up, waiting for Jensen’s call but it never happened. It wasn’t till 1am that you finally gave up and went to sleep.

“He must be having too much fun with the boys.” You thought.

The morning after you woke up before JJ, taking the time to feed Jules and do some house work. As it wasn’t strange for Jensen not to call you back, it felt stranger waking up without a text message from him. This wasn’t normally like him and you wondered if he had too much fun that he was still sleeping.

Placing the half full cup of coffee over the counter, you glanced at the baby monitor; JJ was still sleeping. You grinned unbuttoning Jensen’s flannel you wore to sleep. Wearing his clothes had become a habit every time he’s out of town. You waited for Jensen to pick up the face time call, your cleavage pronounced and the bad girl in you ready to have some deserved fun with your man.

It took Jensen a couple rings to pick up the phone. Once he did, you were greeted by him inside a really bright room. You guess; the bathroom. Jensen was obviously straight up woken up by the call.

“Babe?” You spoke, your eyebrows forming a scowl.

Jensen’s eyes were widened and was acting weird. “Hey! Babe!”

“Did I wake you?” You rested your chin over your hand, showing your boobs off for him to take a hint… It wasn’t working.

“Yeah,” Jensen cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. “Um-, babe, can I call you later? Jared is at the door and I have to get dressed.”

You glanced down at your uncovered chest, “You’re seeing that I’m practically shirtless over here, right?” 

Jensen looked down to your chest, the corner of his lips perking up. “Oh, I see it babe… but, I really can’t now. I’ll call you later. Promise.”

A sigh crawled up your throat, “Sure… Bye.”

Out of all the years you’ve been with Jensen, you’ve never felt rejected. He always made sure you felt sexy and desired by him. Even when you were pregnant and felt horrible and unattractive. Phone sex has been something you and him have mastered over the years of dating. Both of you found it fun and naughty. In your case, it made you feel younger and you loved it. But this morning there was something wrong with Jensen yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

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@whatrparks asked for an update on accidental relationship and pining. Here’s the pining update and I’ll probably do the accidental relationship one tomorrow! - Anastasia

Daddy Dearest by StilinskiSexual (CurlyLahey)

(1/? I 186 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale is a strong, independent dad who don't need no man.

Then why does he fantasize about bending his son's new kindergarten teacher over his desk, and wants to cook him dinner?

Or

Derek Hale is a single dad to baby Isaac and baby Liam and swears he doesn't need anyone else, that is until he meets the most handsome man he's ever seen with eyes that feel like home. No, he hasn't been reading Erica's Romance novels.

won't sleep by triggeringthehealing (froggydarren)

(1/1 I 303 I General I Sterek)

He doesn’t sleep because on those nights, he doesn’t want to. Because on those nights, he finds a spot where he can see the sky, where he can keep his eyes on the bright circle in the darkness around it.

Pretty, Pale (and Mine) by OverMyFreckledBody

(1/1 I 591 I Mature I Jennifer/Kali)

From the first time Kali has set eyes on Julia, she's known, wanted.

Julia's got pale, perfect skin. Kali wants to mark it.

Real Life, Love by QuickLikeLight

(1/1 I 829 I General I Scott/Lydia)

The sound of Lydia’s key in the lock makes him breathe a small sigh of relief. Lydia’s home. She’ll know what to do.

Nonsexual Favors by 42hrb

(1/1 I 851 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek gets a text from Stiles in the middle of the night asking for help. He'll always help Stiles.

The Twenty Dollar Date by Lacrosse_CandyCorn_Puns

(1/1 I 904 I General I Sterek)

Derek pines, Stiles pines, and Finstock just wants the cafeteria to stop serving those god awful fish tacos. Is that too much to ask?!

The Line by inatshej

(1/1 I 931 I Explicit I Sterek)

They spend the whole hour discussing the topic. Both leave with the list of the books to read. The line between them, so clear before – Derek is a TA, Stiles is a student – becomes blurry.

Strawberries and Lemonade by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 992 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles had volunteered to help Derek out with the garden out at the pack house this summer, though also admittedly, he’d done so because he was nursing the most unrequited of unrequited crushes. Spending all summer staring at Derek’s well-muscled back and ass seemed like both the best and worst idea in the world at the same time, and Stiles had absolutely zero sense of self-preservation.

That's Just My Face Stiles by 42hrb

(1/1 I 1,040 I Teen I Sterek)

After Scott manages to break all the centerpieces for Lydia and Jackson's wedding Stiles and Derek are stuck together making new ones. 

meat cute by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 1,046 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles sees it when he’s grocery shopping, the display hardly touched, people opting for the cheaper, non-heart shaped packages of steak. He gets it, he really does, after all, what’s the point of buying specially packaged meats for your significant other if you’re just gonna take the thing out of the box and cook it, anyways?

But if you had a werewolf sweetheart, this would be awesome, right?

Stiles snaps a photo and sends it to Kira, asking if she’s got a present for Scott yet. She texts him back a second later with, aw thanks i already got him a present when i went xmas shopping tho

And then: u should give it to ur werewolf ;)

Stiles stares at his phone, because he doesn’t have a werewolf. Well, technically he has a crush on a werewolf, but that doesn’t really count.

He buys the steak anyways.

Derek's bad luck? by Lonelyirises

(2/2 I 1,401 I General I Sterek)

For a few seconds he couldn’t believe his eyes, when he saw the mole speckled specimen of beauty was standing a few feet away from him, in process of moving heavy looking boxes in to the next house. And the second Derek got over the disbelief he realized his whole world had come crashing down. Why did the universe hate him so much?

Derek had left the his hometown, unable to deal with the heartache and moved to this “nowhere” town about 3 hours away from Beacon Hills, the day Stiles had married Lydia. What was more pathetic? Stiles had no idea Derek existed. And yet… and yet after everything Derek had gone through, and left behind, Stiles was moving in, right next door to him. Derek couldn’t believe his bad luck.

Under Development by dr_girlfriend

(1/? I 1,411 I Teen I Sterek)

Environmental lawyer Derek Hale is determined to stop the planned defacement of his beloved Beacon Hills Preserve by the mammoth Starr Development company. To do so, he makes a deal with the devil himself — Stiles Starr, the brash young scion of the Starr family and COO of Starr Development. Derek hates Stiles at first sight. Mieczysław Stilinski, on the other hand, is someone that Derek could grow to like...or even love.

Praise Jesus for Stiles Stilinki's Hot Bod by TheChosenOneIamNot

(2/? I 1,508 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek and Stiles have been officially dating for six months now and everything is going great, except for one small thing. He's never seen Stiles shirtless despite many heated makeout sessions that end in one or both having to change their pants. Obviously this must be due to Stiles lack of self esteem and must be remedied immediately. With the packs help, hopefully Derek will be able to get into Stiles pants (and shirt) before he dies of sexual frustration.

I Want You to Show Me by hazelNuts

(1/1 I 1,510 I General I Sterek)

Stiles slides out of his car and softly closes the door, wincing when the hinges groan. He trails behind Derek as they walk to his house, close enough that he can intervene if necessary, but far enough away that he knows he won’t wake Derek up. When they arrive at his place, he sits on the porch steps, pulls out his phone, and waits.

Pizza with a Side of Panic by SnazzyJazzyH

(1/1 I 1,767 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles hates pizza but that sure doesn't stop him from ordering pizza from Hale of a Pizza. Although the hot delivery guy probably had something to do with it.

Last Call by Inell

(1/1 I 1,822 I Teen I Stiles/Danny/Jackson)

Stiles decides to drown his sorrows but the bar owners aren’t cooperating with his plan.

Girl Crushed by ExpectroPatronum74

(1/1 I 2,111 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek is in love with Stiles and has been for months, but he has a problem. Stiles is dating Malia and Derek's chances are not looking too good.

Haven't you heard the rumours? by fairyfey

(1/1 I 2,162 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles is a drama teacher who tends to overshare, Derek is a nerdy english teacher who somehow makes cardigans sexy and the students think they should be together.

or

We’re both high school teachers and my students ship us but I won’t let them tell you au

Eating habits by SourwolfZiam

(1/1 I 2,355 I Mature I Sterek)

"Have you ever eaten your own barf? "Stiles"

Or, Stiles and Derek get their shit together.

starry eyed and nerdified by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 2,392 I General I Sterek)

For the past two weeks Stiles has been leaving Derek anonymous love notes. Derek finally guesses who his secret admirer is.

quoting Rhett Butler by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 2,445 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a bad habit of dating complete assholes. Good thing Derek's there to knock some sense into him.

what in carnation? by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 2,985 I General I Sterek)

Deliveryman wasn't exactly Derek's dream job but it helped put him through school so he couldn't complain. Especially since it helped him meet the love of his life.

I Fell in Love with My Best Friend (2.0) by DerekHaleGirl97

(1/1 I 3,515 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Now I realize you are the only one It's never too late to show it. Grow old together, Have feelings we had before Back when we were so innocent

I pray for all your love Girl, our love is so unreal I just wanna reach and touch you, squeeze you, somebody pinch me (I must be dreaming) This is something like a movie And I don't know how it ends, girl But I fell in love with my best friend...

Grand Jeté by thekissballad (kkpsigirl)

(1/1 I 3,753 I General I Sterek)

“I don't mean to be rude, Dad,” she said toward Stiles before turning back to Derek, “but as you saw, Mr. Hale, he's not the most graceful person.”

Stiles snorted, turned red and covered his face while his daughter continued. “I don't want him to perform a grand jeté and hurt himself. He needs to be able to catch all the bad guys. So...” she trailed off, looking between both men.

Code Sea Witch by ANTchan

(1/1 I 4,975 I General I Sterek)

At Lydia Martin’s Nereid Crown they have a code: “Somebody asked for the Sea Witch.”

Recipe for the heart. by skyblue993

(3/5 I 5,018 I Teen I Sterek)

It's the last year of high school and Stiles is ready to leave everything behind but there's only one thing he wants to do before leaving for college; Conquer Derek's heart.

To Move On is to Grow by WhisperedWords12

(1/1 I 5,886 I Explicit I Stiles/Everyone)

Stiles decided to put on the collar that marked him as a sub for public use at 16. By law, it was the youngest he is allowed to, and was the only one in his year to do so. It's when Scott gets bitten and Derek comes into town that everything changes.

What You Need by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 6,230 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is an alpha with unusual desires. 

Shadows We Make by Alwaysdreaming95

(3/? I 8,728 I Teen I Sterek)

After Defeating the Nogistune Stiles twin, Jada, ends up coming back to Beacon Hills after living in Ireland. The only problem in this family reunion is abondoment and the trouble that follows her home. She tries to deal with her past traumas and her nightmares. This is a story that follows Jada in her journey to deal with the alpha and his pack that wants her dea and her new... old life in Beacon Hills.

Sevens and Eights by calrissian18

(1/1 I 10,092 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a bandage slung under his chin like a disembodied helmet strap when Derek first meets him. It’s complemented by a chipped front tooth and a scrape of road rash across his cheek.

Mischief and a SourWolf by LoneWolf1993

(6/? I 12,520 I Not Rated I Sterek I MCD)

It's been four months since Derek left Beacon Hills and has began to settle into his new life. Until he gets a message from the life he left that has him coming back to the reason he left in the first place.

Easy, Cheesy by crookedcig

(6/? I 18,881 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek sets his kitchen on fire (a little bit). Stiles is a firefighter called to the scene. Derek communicates his anger with eyebrows alone, and Stiles falls in lust. Slowly, they both fall in more than that.

aka what happens when I try to write how their lives would be different if Laura had refused to ever go back to California.

I like to be called cupcake, too. by ellsaba (laceydean)

(16/? I 18,855 I Teen I Sterek)

It look a long time to come up with a name for the bakery.

Or, it took a long time for Stiles to accept that “no, we’re not going to call it Stilinski’s Bakeski’s, what is wrong with you, it’s not even your business”. Which, yeah, wasn’t one of his greater ideas, but it was one of his ideas. Plural.

Unbreakable by rufferto, SlasherFiend

(3/? I 42,478 I Explicit I Petopher)

After a particularly unsettling week alone in the house he used to share with the wife he loved, Chris has had a little bit too much to drink. Normally he can deal with pain and feelings. Normally he can sort everything out and soldier forward. When he is at the end of his rope there is something that he needs to do and someone who can help him if he chooses to. So he leaves himself open practically inviting the Werewolf to come kill him. But it’s not a fight he wants. A little more than ten years ago he had an affair with Peter Hale. At that time period, he’d needed someone, something to pull him out of the path he was on before it was too late. Before he became Gerard. Peter had been that person. Peter had been the only one to get through to him, make him talk. Peter was the reason Allison didn’t get trained at a young age. Chris handled the ending of it badly. He’d hurt Peter who had fallen in love with him. In spite of being in love, he’d chosen his family. Now he needs that again, he’s falling into that pit and only one man can pull him out of it, if he chooses to.

[nike-shawn]

scene two .

The baby’s almost here.

You’re the size of a whale and even walking around the house is hard, now, because you keep bumping into things and knocking papers off your desk as your belly drifts over the surface. Shawn watches you with weary eyes, like he’s waiting for you to just keel over and give birth at any minute, and his hands are always ready at his sides to catch you if you lose your balance (which, to be honest, happens quite a bit with this new center of gravity you have). The baby has a bedroom in the house you and Shawn share, complete with a custom-made crib by some famous furniture maker Shawn knows and little paintings on the wall done by your best friend Marly. It’s very personal and cute, cute, cute, and nowadays with your emotions all strung out, you have to close your eyes as you pass it or you might just burst into tears at the sight of that cute giraffe Shawn came home with last week.

Home. Home is a weird concept now. Because you understand why you’re living with him-- you’re clumsy and young and he can take care of you-- but the two of you have so much to work out that sometimes it feels like you’re living with a stranger. He sleeps in the guest bedroom down the hall and demands that you take the bed that’s much too large for one person, even though you often pad down the hall at three in the morning so he can come and rub your back until you fall asleep. The baby recognizes his presence and often calms once he’s around. You tell him most nights that he might as well just start the night out in his own bed, sleeping right beside you, but he just says that he wants you “to be comfortable and happy and I feel like maybe me sleeping right next to you isn’t the best way to get that.” But every night like clockwork, you wake up at 3:30 to your back aching and throw back the covers to find him, wide-eyed and also unable to sleep, in the uncomfortable guest bedroom.

Just like tonight.

“Shawn?” You whisper into the dark. You can see by the light of the alarm clock that he’s on his back, which means he isn’t asleep. In the short time you’ve known him, he’s never once been able to sleep on his back and you doubt he’s starting now. “Can you come to my bedroom now?”

You hear the bedsheets ruffle as he moves around and sits up. He stands and walks towards you with bleary eyes as he is covered in the light from the hall, squeezing your hip and taking your hand as he passes you, leading you towards your (his) bedroom. The room is dim, the only light source being whatever city light that’s leaking in from the french doors, and you see Shawn’s silhouette take the spot closest to the door as his hands shove back the blankets on your side. “Thanks,” you tell him, climbing in with your back to him. Immediately his hands begin to knead at the top of your spine and the tightness there eases slowly out of your system.

“Has it been getting worse?” He asks, voice groggy and sleep-filled. You nod. “Maybe we should go see the doctor and tell her.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s a normal thing. My mom said her back killed her too in the last couple months.”

Shawn hums his response but you can tell that he isn’t satisfied. There’s a deep, primal part of him that can’t stand the thought of you or his child hurt, and the sense of helplessness he feels right now in not being able to completely take your pain away is bothering him.

Strangely, though, the thought of his silence on the status of your relationship doesn’t set off that urge to make you okay. With that, he’s content keeping it quiet.

You both fall asleep quickly and the sun is what wakes you up as it bathes your bedroom in early morning light. You squint and admire it for a moment as you melt further into Shawn’s chest, soaking up all the body heat you can and shivering when you feel the sleepy movement of his palm across your stomach. He’s not awake, not yet, but he’s getting there, and you’re not in the mood for tired small-talk this morning.

You’re in the mood for real conversation.

So you get up and stretch out your back a bit before padding down the hall to your kitchen. It’s big and beautiful with exposed wood beams and pretty rustic accents, but right now it feels a bit suffocating as you consider the screaming match that’ll most likely take place here in a few minutes. In fact, you hear Shawn coming down the hall now, coming into view with a messy bedhead and a shirtless chest, his sweatpants slung low and crooked on his hips. He gives you a smile and slumps down onto one of the benches you have scooted up against your dining room table. “Morning,” he croaks.

“I think we should talk.”

He’s taken aback and honestly, you are a bit too. You weren’t supposed to just blurt those words out, but the need to get this stress off your chest is overwhelming. It’s been weighing you down for almost nine months now, and when the baby’s born you can’t have this underlying, always present tension with their father. You envision a life free of family-drama for your child because it’s something you never had in your childhood, and Shawn’s close bond with his parents has always been something you’ve wanted to strive-for, and something Shawn’s been wanting too. But that can’t be achieved when you can’t even start the night in the same bed.

He clears his throat and puts his phone face down on the table. “Yeah,  we probably should,” he agrees, shoving a throw pillow in his lap to have something for his hands to pick at, “let’s talk.”

You walk over to the table, trying to be the embodiment of a confident, take-no-prisoners woman, but when you see his kind eyes look at you with such apprehension and fear, all that confidence goes away and is replaced by sadness. Sadness that you haven’t been close in so long, sadness that this child is his but he doesn’t feel like a proper father. Tears have already sprung to your eyes and you haven’t even said anything yet.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this right now,” Shawn assures you, reaching for your hand. You retract it from his grip and let it rest in your lap.

“We need to,” you tell him wetly. “We need to get this out of the way before the baby’s born.”

He nods, eyes wide. “I, um, I just wanna say that I’ve really loved having you live with me here. It’s giving me kind of a purpose in this whole thing, and it’s helped me feel better about the situation,” he says tentatively, tip-toeing around the real issue. “And I want you and the baby to be here permanently.”

You look down at the table and nod. “Yeah, that’s good, that’s fine. But I still feel like I need to apologize,” you say.

“You don’t.”

“I do, though. I wouldn’t let you help me and I believe you now. I believe that it was actually a mistake with the condom and everything.”

“You thought I did this on purpose?”

You shrug. “You always seemed a bit baby-obsessed to me.”

Shawn leans back on the sea of throw pillows behind him and crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at you. “And the whole birth control thing? That was me trying to get you pregnant too?”

You sit up straighter and feel your blood start to get moving again. You tell him that “that was a mistake-- the doctor told me the pills would work on antibiotics.”

“Mhmm.”

He’s staring at you again. Shawn has this habit of staring you down and making you feel small when you’re trying to out-do him, or trying to argue him on a point you fully believe in. He’s just such a big presence in your life, especially now, and even though the two of you hadn’t been on good terms for a while now the idea that he’s unhappy with you still sits heavy in your heart. That’s most of the reason why you agreed to come live with him-- he was angry at you and felt that you were pushing him out of his child’s life, so you gave in. Your stubborn nature just bent to him because he’s that person to you, that person who means so much but does so little. He’s barely giving you anything and you need more more more.

“Shawn.”

“Hmm.”

“I love you.”

He bites down on his lip hard, and the flesh there goes white. His foot starts to tap on the tile below him nervously, but his face stays the picture of calm. “I know,” he says, a hint of a smile quirking up his pink lips. “What makes you say it now?”

You play with the cuff of your sweatshirt and rake your fingers through your hair. “I always have but I think I was afraid that after the movie ended, you would just leave me or something. And my pride is too fragile to withstand something like that, so I just lied,” you told him honestly. “And once the baby came along, I felt like I was trapped with you, you know? No way out. Like, you’re going to be a part of my life for as long as this kid’s around, and I guess I was too immature to deal with it. So I just lashed out and tried to get you to leave so that way the blame of being a single parent could be passed on to you.”

Shawn’s eyebrows crinkle together in confusion. “You honestly were just trying to pin the blame on me?” You nod. He laughs in disbelief. “That’s such a shitty thing to do.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. But I love you. I promise I do, and I can admit it now because I feel a lot older with all this new responsibility. I treated you badly when you were just trying to help,” you admit full heartedly. When you meet his gaze, he’s admiring yours, blinking slow and lazy. “I’m really, really sorry.”

He chews on his cheek and studies you as he thinks it over. And when he stands, you feel your heart shrink in fear. But then he smiles. “Do you want eggs for breakfast? I kinda want cereal but I feel like we need something fancier to celebrate our getting along again.”

You try to supress the smile taking over your face but end up grinning like an idiot as the two of you take residence in front of the stove, chatting and catching up on all the things you’d kept from each other over the past couple months as the eggs sizzle and your relationship mends itself stitch by stitch.

“Can you sit still for maybe ten seconds?” Shawn laughs, gripping your bicep to keep you from bouncing on your toes some more. “It’s distracting me.”

“Distracting you from what?” You exclaim. “The only thing you’re doing is filling the tub.”

“I’ve gotta get the perfect temperature. It’s science, Y/n, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”  

You roll your eyes at him and perch yourself at the edge of the tub. It’s only now getting dark, and Shawn admires the pretty orange sunset on your shoulders as the windows allow the colors to seep onto your skin. You’re almost full term now and every thing you do is a struggle, so he grips your arm as you sit just in case you fall over as he twists and turns the temperature knob.

“Okay, I think you can get in now,” he tells you after he stuck his finger in the water, testing it out. You take his hand and he eases you into the hot (but not too hot) tub, and you can physically feel all your tense muscles relax as the scent of lavender bath soap fills your nostrils. Shawn clambers in behind you, legs on either side of yours, chin resting on the top of your head, and his hands come around to rest comfortably on the lower part of your belly where he can feel the baby kick. He’s been obsessed lately with the kicks; he was before, too, but now that it’s almost time for them to come into the world, Shawn realizes that he might not be able to feel that sensation of his child’s little feet pushing against his palm again, so he’s been soaking up all of it that he can. You feel that sadness too, the sadness that you won’t have the baby so close to you at all times, but you’re also sore and achy and you can’t wait for them to get out of you.

“There were paparazzi outside the grocery store when I went today,” you tell him quietly. You hadn’t told him you left the house at all while he spent some time at a writing session downtown. You feel his body tense behind you. “I think they’re getting more aggressive now that the baby’s almost here.”

Shawn curls more tightly around you. “I could’ve come with you-- they’re fucking psycho, Y/n. They’re not going to help you up if you fall down.”

“Yes they would. They’re not monsters.”

“They’re putting all of our struggles on the front page of every gossip magazine out there, and five out of seven days in the week I see your face on People’s snapchat story. It’s disgusting and I want to be there when you’re out.”

You clench your jaw and keep your mouth shut. He’s just trying to give you what he thinks you need, you remind yourself; he’s just trying to keep you safe. Sure, he’s making you sound helpless, but maybe he is actually what you need. You’re the size of a house and you honestly could go into labor at any second.

You relent and rest your head on his chest. “I’m sorry,” you apologize, picking up his hand and playing with his fingers.

He sighs and relaxes, but the anxiety in his body is still palpable.

His voice is tense as he says, “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

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[binxthecat0]

Current Changes I’m wanting to happen. #1

I’m trying to sleep, but I have a lot of stuff on my mind lately. I don’t know why but I do and I need to get it out in the world.

1) I want a new job.

I’ve been working at my current hotel job for 10 months, but with the company brand it’s been almost 3 years. I was hired as a weekend night auditor. Obviously I liked the hospitality business, but something has been bugging me about this particular position I’m in. I’ve been a night auditor for a while. When I was living alone, it really didn’t bother me. I would come home to my own apartment not disturb anyone but my television and notebook. I’d be able to clean up and do some chores areound the house because I needed time to waste some energy. I could sleep at a good time, wake up, head to my night auditor job, get the routine of the job settled and I’m good. This particular location - however - is driving me up the wall. My old night auditor job, no one disturbed me. Everything was quiet and easy to get through. I could sit and listen to an audio book while I finish work and no one would bother me. This current job, I feel like I’m getting bombarded by drunk 25-45 year olds that act like they’re in high school. I’m not getting paid enough to babysit these people on top of watching the hotel and do my job as an auditor. Our hotel is right next to a club and they have concerts every other weekend, so we get these random trashy people who come into the hotel. They talk down to me like I’m their slave and it is not fun at all. I used to enjoy it, but the concert people just make my job a nightmare. On top of that, normally with this chain we would get quarterly evaluations to see where we stand with our position. We would also get told if we get raises or not. With the old hotel I was apart of I would always get a 50 cent raise every quarter. It was great. This current job, they’re not doing it. They expect me to keep the job at the same rate of pay at the same days and pace without change. It’s awful. By now I’d be making about $4 over minimum wage, but unfortunately that’s not happenening. I feel like I’m getting cheated out of my own potential and money. So I obviously need a new job that’s going to help me feel normal. Now that I live with 3 (sometimes 4) people, they have normal hours and times to be home… I’m always asleep when they’re hanging out, or I’m going to work when they’re in for the night. They want me to hang out with them, but I have to be an adult and go to a night job. It’s so annoying and frustrating not to spend time with my family until only 2 or 3 days of the week, as opposed to every day like a normal human.

2) I need to be more positive about myself.

It’s been a few months since I deleted my dating apps. It’s taken a lot of hate off of myself, which is great. I don’t feel like I’m scrolling through an endless amount of “potential” boyfriends who are rude as fuck and call me “Fat” and “ugly” just to knock me down. I specifically remember an instance in Florida when I was on vacation with my family, I opened the app to see if there was anyone who I could date in the area. A jacked, muscled daddy messages me wanting to talk. We start the conversation, playing by the book word for word in gay dating “How are you” “you look nice” “what are your interests?” “How big are you?” But the one question that put a nail into the coffin was “Do you work out? Let me see a shirtless pick!” That’s from him. And of course I let him know I’m working on my body. I gave him fair warning that I don’t like my body, I want to change it, but there is no way I’m “fat” in anyway. I don’t have ripped muscles, I have what most people would call a “dad bod”. After I send a pic, he immediately blocks me. I’m thinking to myself how shallow are you that you’re worried about my body type when you messaged me first wanting to fuck me. I couldn’t say for certain that it got better because another guy who I found super attractive wanted to take me on a date afterwards, but at the time I didn’t want my family to know.

Nowadays, I’m living in a new city where every gay guy practically knows each other. You could say a person’s name and they would reply with how they look, how they kiss, how big their dicks are, and how they fair personality wise. Me being new, this is just another way of torturing myself with trying to find an actual boyfriend who would want to get married or have a life with me. I reverted back to dating apps for a little bit, but it’s always the same people who I talk to who will be friendly with me but not want to date me. I’ve even set boundaries. I like guys who are taller than me and can either be 4 years younger than me all the way to 10 years older than me. The only date I went on was with a guy who was 7 years younger than me and I did not feel comfortable at all. But when I was in the dating apps, I was still getting called ugly and fat, which caused my anxiety and depression to spike. It’s not right nor is it fair. I felt like shit. I felt undatable. I still feel those ways now, but not as much. I’m trying to get on the path of thinking positive about myself.

My only problem is, with dating in the gay community, you have to look like a Greek god to even get anywhere when it comes to dating. It’s awful because I don’t have the time or money to get to a gym (which is another reason why I need a new job). But I also want to prove to myself that I don’t have to have rippling muscles to get the guys of my dreams. Going to the gym isn’t a personality. Yes it’s good to go to the gym and getting fit, but basing your love life and personality around that does not mean you’re the best. I believe I have a good personality too. My only dilemma is trying to find someone who’s personality mixes with mine and my family.

To feel the positive part, though, is getting my mind to think I’m worth dating and I’m a good person. Ever since I’ve deleted the apps, I’ve been telling myself more and more that I am loved and important. I would write down the positives of the day then burn the negatives. It’s getting better. I’m getting better at telling myself I’m worthy and comfortably saying I’m good enough to be with someone. At first I was uncomfortable. It felt like a stranger was telling me I’m handsome or good looking and I wouldn’t believe them. I almost cried looking at myself in the mirror when I told myself I’m worthy. Now I’m getting used to saying positive words about myself. It’ll still take a moment to get comfortable, but the point is to trick my mind into thinking positively instead of negatively.

3) I need to get back into taking care of myself.

Currently, my body has only had the time to buy fast food and eat junk food at work. It’s not good for my body at all. I think about what I could be doing, but I remember my job doesn’t pay me enough to get the healthy grocery items I need to survive. I would love to get some food to cook everyday without feeling gross. All I’ve gotten was fast food the past 3 weeks and I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. I want to eat more salads, fruits, and healthier meats. I think once I change jobs, I can actually afford to do so. It’ll be better so me to get in the habit of cooking and cleaning around the house. Right now my bedroom looks like a tornado when off in the room and I look like I’m nesting in plastic bags and clothes. It’s not healthy and the energy is off.

So here’s to me learning and processing. I’ll check back in a few weeks for an update.