#idk what this is LOL

[moechies]

。・🍇゜・。

sukuna who’s eyes widen when he sees his little bunny eating grapes.

he doesn’t know about little hybrids like you, but he’s sure he remembers that little animals like dogs, and cats, can’t have grapes. or they’ll die.

he marches over to you, allowing the ground to vibrate with each and every step. you squeak in surprise, ears standing straight up and turning behind you to investigate the noise.

you tuen your head to see behind you, and his tank of a body is directly in front of your face. you look up, but it seems to drag for miles due to the man’s lean and tall body.

he watches you nibble on the sweet green grapes, 3 of them already stuffed in your mouth all at once. it makes your cheeks puffy and crooked.

“hi ryo—“

he wastes no time with greetings before grabbing you by your jaw, fingers pushing into your mouth to forcibly remove the grapes.

“are you fuckin’ dumb, bunny? can’t ya die from these little green things ?” he growls, situating himself on your fluffy bed to adjust your squirming body. he pulls your body onto his lap, arm laying across your tummy to keep you from wiggling. he tugs your ears back for more leverage, you squirm, and attempt to explain, but he succeeds in removing the fruits with two prominent fingers.

you cough from his intrusion, but sukuna stares at the two grapes in his hand when he was sure there was three in your mouth.

“y’r already coughing , are you going to die?”

he goes back to fish for more, fingers pressing against your fat lips ordering you to open your mouth, but you push him away.

“ryomen ! m’a bunny, not a dog ! i can eat grapes, dummy !” you squeal, hiding your face in his shoulder away from his assaulting hand.

“m coughing c-cause you’re sticking your fingers down my throat ryo!” you whine, and he puts down his hand.

“i thought these things could kill you.”

you feel yourself get hot at his unusual signs of caring, calming yourself before replying. you huff.

“n-no, i can eat it. just puppies ‘nd kitties can’t.”

you look back at him, fluffy ear rubbing against his meaty bicep and tickling him. he flinches away and scowls at the abhorrent feeling, not used to such ‘pests’ being so close to him. you grin,

“y’r still so sensitive, do you not like my ears ?” you raise them, tickling the tip against his shoulder.

“stop it. dumb bunny brat.” he carries you and places you back on the bed, taking his leave along with the carton of grapes.

“h-hey! i still want those !” you reach at him, but he doesn’t even turn back. he makes his way to the kitchen, and you hear a loud thud.

“did y’just throw them away ?!”

he comes back, leaning against the door frame with a smug look, one that turns into a grin when he sees your brows arched together in hopes that he’ll realize you’re angry. what a dumb bunny.

“i don’t like how they’re green.”

[theladyeowyn]

“… it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still.”

[peachsukii]

I know I talk a lot about soft Bakugo and whatnot, but today, I had a thought about ex-boyfriend Bakugo that you just can’t shake loose from your heart. He’s a drug you can’t quit, especially when he gets handsy during college parties and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Before you know it, you’re both rushing back to his apartment to fuck for the “last” time, tipsy and flushed with excitement. It’s a vicious cycle, but shockingly, not toxic like you’d think it is. And every single time, he showers you with love and praise as if you’re still together.

God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect like this.

Love the way you say my name, outta breath and desperate f’me to touch you.

No one feels as good as you, not even close.

Think m’addicted to ya, sweetheart. Can’t get enough.

“Why’d we ever break up?” Bakugo jokes while laying next to you, hands behind his head as he catches his breath.

“You said you couldn’t focus on your degree and a relationship at the same time.” The hurt in your voice is apparent, failing to hide them in your blissed out state.

“That’s fuckin’ dumb. Why’d ya listen to me?”

You turn to face him, playfully shoving him while laughing. “Because I care about you and wanted to respect your decision, asshole.”

He scoops you up into a full body embrace under the covers.

“I can do both. And no, I’m not sayin’ this cause we just fucked…I miss your dumbass. Can we try again?”

Maybe third times the charm.

“Sure, Katsuki. We can try again.”

[wikiangela]

can't stop thinking about bucktommy getting married and having too many thoughts so putting it out there lol

buck's the one who proposes but when he does, tommy pulls out a ring too bc he's been waiting for the right moment and didn't want to rush him (they get engaged after like a year of dating, when you know you know, what's the point in waiting - and they talked about marriage very early on to make sure they want the same things ofc)

they start calling each other husbands and referring to each other as husbands waaay before they actually get married - they try out fiance for a while but once buck slips up and calls tommy his husband, it feels so right and it sticks - and they do it aaallll the time, especially buck, saying 'my husband' instead of names - and everyone's fondly rolling their eyes like 'you guys aren't even married yet' and 'we know his name'

they hyphenate their last names, but for work for convenience they stick with their own names (Tommy is still just Kinard, Buck is still just Buckley bc as good as it sounds it feels too long lol) but whenever someone calls Buck 'Buckley' in a non-emergency situation he's always quick to correct 'Buckley-Kinard' with a huge smile bc he loves being married and having his husband's name!

the first time after they get married that Tommy gets injured at work and ends up in the hospital buck jokes that he got some of his bad luck in the marriage - Tommy ofc turns it into a soft moment by saying it's worth it if it means seeing Evan in the hospital much less

[tishrivers]

JACOB SCIPIO: Bad Boys: Ride or Die (2024)

[alexandriaellisart]

[mattscoquette]

boyfriend!matt with a sonny angel obsessed girlfriend 𐙚 ⊹

"baby," matt muttered lowly into your hair, his head resting on your shoulder, "i'm bored." he whined.

you giggled, reaching your hand up to scratch at the side of his head as you rested yours on top of his. "go on your phone then."

you and matt decided to go out to eat tonight at some restaurant you'd heard about from a mutual friend, not realizing how long of a wait there would be. you both had been sat on a bench in the waiting area for at least fifteen minutes by now, only a third of your forty-five minute wait.

he sighed dramatically, reaching into his pocket, his phone screen illuminating his face in the darkened setting. he went to open tik tok, only to find there was no service in the building. "this sucks." he huffed.

"wow, is your girlfriend not enough for you?" you teased, picking your head up to look down at him.

"you are the light of my life," matt said, his eyes peering up into yours with love and admiration, "but that doesn't make me any less bored."

you laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "sorry matty, wish i could help."

"do you have anything in your bag that's fun?" matt questioned, his gaze falling to your purse sat at your feet.

you gave him a puzzled look, shaking your head and laughing as you reached for the black leather item in front of you. "let's see," you muttered, rummaging through, "gum, keys, wallet.. i don't think - oh! you want a sonny angel?" you asked, your eyes lighting up as you reached into one of the pockets, pulling out the little figurine.

"these things are so freaky," matt gigled, taking the small item from your hand, examining it. "why the fuck don't they have clothes."

"because," you started, sounding matter-of-fact, "they're little angels. they don't have clothes." you took another one out of your bag, handing it to matt as well.

he rolled his eyes. "all the pictures of angels i've seen have had clothes."

"not baby angels," you replied, smirking.

matt sighed, playing with the two little toys in his hands. you giggled at his cuteness, taking out your phone to snap a photo of him when he wasn't looking.

when your table was called, you both stood up, matt pocketing the sonny angels. "'m keeping 'em for later," he told you, "they were about to go on an adventure but our table is ready."

[dandylovesturtles]

I should be in bed lol but I wanted to write a turtle tot sick fic so here

I went into this with no plan and it ended up uh. way sadder than I intended. whoops.

cw: mentions of vomit

...

Blue slept through naptime. That should have been Splinter's first clue.

In the moment, he'd just been so happy to actually have four sleeping children that he'd taken the opportunity for his own nap, the old, tattered storybook he'd been reading them draped over his face. He never managed to get Blue to wind down enough to sleep, so he usually had to quietly entertain him with books or the tv on low until the others woke up. But his Baby Blue had conked out almost immediately today, and soon Splinter was snoozing right along with them.

Blue was also the last to wake up. That should have been the second clue.

Splinter was woken up by Orange, talking in loud, disjointed sentences with plenty of nonsense words as he played with an old plastic telephone Splinter had found them. Red was racing his toy cars, making his own sound effects as they skid across the floor and crashed into the wall. Only Purple was quiet, industriously sorting his legos by color and size.

Splinter sat up, letting the book slide off his face, and took stock. It was surprising to see Blue still curled up against his leg even in the midst of all the racket his brothers were making. "Blue?" he said softly, giving the little turtle a nudge. Blue blinked his eyes open, groggily looking around. "Naptime is over."

Blue pushed himself up into a sitting position, then rubbed clumsily at his eyes. He looked so tired still that Splinter debated telling him he could keep sleeping, even if it might make putting him to bed later more difficult.

But once Blue was up, he saw Red racing his cars and pushed quickly to his feet, hurrying over to join in the game. Almost immediately he was demanding Red hand over one of the cars and setting up an elaborate make-believe track for their race, so Splinter let it go.

Thirty minutes later, Blue tugged on Splinter's old sweatpants and said, "Daddy, my tummy hurts." In hindsight, this is exactly when Splinter should have put it together.

But the kids rarely got sick - a benefit of whatever Draxum had put in the gunk that turned them into this, Splinter assumed. Which was a blessing, because he was pretty limited in what medicine he could get in his condition. The boys having a hearty immune system was one of the few things Splinter had going for him.

So he hadn't moved to that conclusion. Instead he said, "Do you need to go potty?" and Blue had considered that very seriously for a few seconds before nodding and rushing off to the bathroom.

Orange threw the plastic phone into Purple's meticulously organized lego piles and Splinter moved on to the next crisis without another thought.

It was at dinner, when he caught Blue pushing his food (mac'n'cheese!) around without interest, that it finally clicked that maybe he should be worried.

"Blue, what's wrong?"

Blue didn't so much as look up. He shrugged, swirling his noodles around and around.

Splinter would be embarrassed to admit how long it took him to remember their earlier conversation, but it eventually came back to him. "Ah... Is your stomach still hurting?"

Blue's face scrunched up in misery, and he nodded.

Splinter groaned in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did!"

"I mean after you went potty."

Blue grimaced. Instead of answering, he scooped up some mac'n'cheese and stuffed it in his mouth. He looked like he regretted it as soon as he'd done it.

"Do not spit that out," said Splinter immediately, because mac'n'cheese was one of the few things Purple would eat and if Blue spat it out in front of him it would go on his Bad Foods list for at least a month. And Orange had a habit of mimicking anything Blue did, which would only compound the problem.

Blue chewed and swallowed the mouthful agonizingly slowly. He looked so miserable afterward that Splinter felt bad about it.

"Are you going to throw up, Blue?" he asked, and got a furious head shake in response. "Are you just telling me that?" Another shake. "Do you want to keep eating?" A third shake. Splinter sighed and took his bowl from him. "Alright. I'll put this in the fridge, if you want it later."

Their mini-fridge was already stuffed full, but Splinter would simply have to make space, or throw all this mac'n'cheese out. He wished they had a bigger fridge, but just getting this back to the juncture in the sewers he called a home had been difficult enough.

He wished he had a bigger fridge. He wished he had a house. He wished he had a pediatrician to take Blue to. He wished he wasn't a rat man. He wished he and his kids were... normal.

It was a bad thought. He knew that as soon as he thought it, and he tried to push it down. The kids didn't need to know they weren't normal. That none of this was normal. He knew that, but...

"Throw up?" he heard Purple say, and then the telltale sound of him pushing his bowl away. Mac'n'cheese was on the Bad Foods list. Splinter groaned.

...

He found their old thermometer after the boys were finished eating. Getting a temperature from Blue was near impossible because he moved it around too much or spat it out before time was up, but Splinter would have to do his best.

After three tries, he got a reading that seemed accurate enough. Blue's body ran colder than a human child's, and it had taken observation and trial and error for Splinter to learn what constituted as a fever. As it was, Blue was only two degrees above his normal. So at least that wasn't too worrying.

He was still complaining that his stomach hurt, though. A stomach bug, then? Or just something he ate? Usually Red was the one who would put random things in his mouth unless Splinter kept a careful watch, but Blue and Orange were... adventurous eaters, too. It was possible.

They continued with their normal bedtime routine. Another thing Splinter had going for him was that his boys loved baths; getting them into their makeshift tub, even with lukewarm water, was always easy. From his research, Red, Blue, and Purple were all aquatic turtles, and Orange was not one to be left out of his brothers’ games no matter his biology.

Blue wasn't excited for bath time tonight, though. He sat quietly in the tub, making grumpy noises anytime he got splashed and playing only with his favorite blue shark toy, ignoring everything else. He definitely felt bad. Splinter was feeling increasingly terrible that he hadn't noticed.

He got them all toweled off and into their pajamas. Then into the pallet beds he had for them, all in one big shared alcove, a tattered curtain strung up for a semblance of privacy. They would need something more as they got older, but for now the boys seemed content to share space.

He tucked Red, Purple, and Orange in, then turned his attention to Blue. He had found an old bucket earlier that he (theoretically) used for mopping, and this he presented to Blue.

"If you are going to throw up, please do it in this," he told Blue. "We don't have any spare sheets."

"Not gonna," said Blue grumpily, pushing the bucket away.

"Ewww," whined Purple. "I don't want to share with Leo if he throws up."

"Not gonna!" Blue insisted, glaring at Purple, who glared back. Splinter sighed and pushed the bucket at Blue again.

"I am serious, Leonardo," he said, and that got Blue's attention. "If you throw up, do it in this bucket."

Instead of answering, Blue rolled over and scrunched himself up in a ball. That was the best Splinter was going to get, he supposed, so he just sighed and put the bucket next to Blue's bed.

"Good night, boys," he said as he got to his feet, ignoring the crackles from his back and knees.

"Good niiiight," came three echoes. Blue was giving him the silent treatment. Alright.

He went back to his own bed, sectioned off by an old divider screen he'd managed to find. Hopefully they could at least get through the night without disaster striking.

...

According to his beat up alarm clock, it was only two hours later when Red showed up by his bedside, shaking him awake urgently.

Splinter groaned his way into consciousness, blinking groggy eyes until his eldest son came into focus.

"Leo threw up," came Red's predictable report.

Splinter sighed, pushing his sheets aside and rising from his futon. "Did he make it in the bucket?"

Red's expression was not encouraging.

...

He had not made it in the bucket.

Blue sat stock still in the puddle of his own sick, eyes teary and expression a mix between stunned and embarrassed. Purple was pressed as close to the opposite wall as he could get, hands pressed tight over his nose and mouth. Orange was at Blue's side, patting his arm with his chubby little hand.

"Blue," Splinter snapped as soon as he saw the mess. "Why didn't you throw up in the bucket!?"

"Didn't think I was gonna," Blue croaked.

"Well, you did. All over your sheets." Splinter ran his hands over his tired eyes. "Now you have nothing for tonight. And who knows if I'll even be able to get the stain out. I may have to go all the way to the surface to get new ones, and do you know what a hassle that is!? The bucket was right here, Blue!"

"I'm sorry."

The miserable hiccup in Blue's voice effectively stopped Splinter's tirade, and he refocused on his son. Blue's tears had spilled over, streaking down his miserable face. He was shivering, hands clutching the fabric of his ruined sheets, wringing them tight. He looked terrified.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he repeated. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Something inside Splinter cracked.

Leo was only four, by his best guess. He was a baby, still. A sick baby, and Splinter was yelling at him about... about bed sheets?

Blue didn't know that Splinter would have to steal him new sheets. He didn't know that Splinter feared every time he did something so risky, that it might expose their tiny family to hostile forces - the human authorities, Big Mama's goons, Draxum's gargoyles. He didn't know that Splinter should be taking him to a doctor right now. He didn't know that sleeping on a pallet bed in the sewers wasn't normal.

He just knew that he had thrown up, and his dad was mad about it.

Immediately, Splinter stooped and scooped the still-apologizing Blue into his arms. He was getting bigger all the time, and, somehow, Splinter was getting smaller, but he could still hold his boys in his arms, still cradle them against his chest.

"Blue... Leo, listen to me."

"I'm sorry," Blue mumbled again, followed by a sad, wet hiccup.

"Shh, shh, no, my son, please listen." He waited until teary eyes were turned on him to continue. "You don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong."

"Missed the bucket," said Blue, and Splinter shook his head.

"That's alright. You're sick. It is my job to take care of these things." He scratched at the back of Blue's shell with the arm holding him, something he knew always calmed Blue down. Sure enough, he felt his boy begin to relax. "Do not worry about the sheets. If Daddy needs to get more, he will. For now we will all share."

Blue sniffed, and buried his face in Splinter's chest. That was a good sign. Splinter kept up the scraching.

"I'm sorry I yelled. You aren't in trouble, Blue. You're alright."

Blue sniffled again. Hiccupped one last time. His tears were drying up, and his little voice said, "S'okay, Daddy."

"Oh, my Baby Blue... Thank you."

He still felt terrible as he lowered Leo back to his bed and started to strip away the soiled sheets, but Leo had calmed down considerably. He kept the bucket close, though, even as he laid back down again on his pillow.

"Leo can have my blanket," said Red, already pulling the old thing over. Splinter smiled gratefully at him.

"Thank you, Red. Blue, do you think you will throw up again?"

Blue shrugged. "Dunno."

"That's alright. It's okay if you do." Splinter smoothed the blanket over Blue, not tucking him in so he could move if he needed to. "I'll get this sheet washed out and be back, alright?"

Blue nodded. He was still gripping the bucket with one hand. Splinter rubbed his head, then stood up with his bundle of soiled sheets.

When he returned, with water for Blue, he'd thrown up again - in the bucket, this time. Orange was still by him, rubbing his arm, while Red sat behind him, supporting his back. Even Purple had come close, awkwardly patting at Blue's leg while pointedly avoiding looking at the bucket.

"Thank you for taking such good care of Blue," he told them, getting three beaming smiles in return.

They were all going to have the bug by tomorrow. Splinter would need to find more buckets.

[tteokdoroki]

“i’m sorry, rin.”

it comes out of nowhere, an apology so softly spoken that he almost misses it. rin looks over to you, a mask of confusion laying on the dainty slope of his features.

he hesitates in speaking, not wanting to interject in the conversation between the rainfall and the window pane that you listen to. sitting side by side in the empty classroom.

“what do you mean by that?” of course he replies on the defensive side of things — vulnerability has never been rin’s strong suit and nobody likes being read for filth, but he knows whatever you’re about to say comes from a place of genuine care.

if only he could will himself to believe it.

your lips, plump and plush, part to form the shape of the words you want to say. though not a sound escapes you, at least not until you throw rin an apologetic look from over your shoulder. empathy and pity filling the void in the empty room.

“you look like no one’s ever told you that before.” perched on the desk, you twist around to face the younger itoshi brother until the bottom of your shoes are scuffing against the seat planted behind the desk. “that they’re sorry. for hurting you.”

you’re not wrong. there are still open wounds on his heart and his psyche, infected with the pain of losing the love from his brother and sometimes his parents. but rin still can’t figure out why you feel like he needs to hear these words from you.

“you’ve not hurt me. why would you need to apologise?” curiosity is dangerous, it’s killed more than just the cat. and to rin itoshi you’re a mystery waiting to be unravelled, an enigma he just can’t seem to understand. you’re not at all simple, you have no rules unlike soccer or any other sport for that matter.

you’re unpredictable, much like life, and time and space — and rin finds himself being sucked into your wormhole. “i haven’t hurt you,” pushing yourself up and off the desk, you stalk your way over to rin with a sing-song air about your voice. “not yet. but if i do, i want you to know that i’m sorry.”

the silence returns and rin ponders over your word. he doesn’t know if he should thank you or fear you for it.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[morkiemcfly]

You know what to me weirdest thing about the ending of totk is?

The fact that Link and Zelda plummeted into a lake and somehow emerged completely dry.

[not-so-lonely-star]

He could do this. Hell, he'd been making porn since he was 21. This was no different. Just because his audience was interested in seeing him with a man, didn't mean he had to make a big deal out of it.

Buck still wasn't sure why he'd asked Tommy. They didn't know each other very well yet outside of the cruise ship rescue and a couple trivia nights afterwards. Maybe he should've asked Eddie - but no that was too weird. Tommy was the the right choice.

A knock at the door startled Buck into motion. He ran his finger through his hair, took a deep breath and opened the door. Showtime.

[starcrossedxwriter]

Men deserve less… like so much fucking less.

I stopped talking to this guy in NOVEMBER after I realized he had been like gaslighting and manipulating the fuck out of me for over a year. We basically ended it with “we don’t need to be friends or talk again.”

And like I deleted his number and moved the fuck on. And don’t get me wrong - shit was hard as fuck at first. I was super sad and just felt like I had messed up but I knew it was for the best.

I exorcised that man from my mind, heart, body and moved on. And I’m still a work in progress but just cutting him off did me so much good in terms of bettering my standards in relationships.

Fast forward to today and he texts me out of the blue. Like we don’t follow each other on social, I had deleted his number so it was so random and weird.

But what upset me really was the pure audacity of it.

He starts it with “I told myself I was gonna respect your wishes and never speak to you again, but…”

Well already babes, I’m seeing a huge issue with boundaries lol you are admitting that you know you aren’t supposed to be in my phone and yet…. Like let’s unpack why you thought texting me at all or leading with that was a good idea at all.

And here’s the real kicker. The real “‘men are never short on audacity” moment.

You might be thinking that text was gonna follow with something actually important lol like life or death because why else would he be texting me out of the blue for no reason when he know I don’t want to hear from him?

Nope. He was texting me about House of the Dragon🫠

Do niggas not have friends????? Like why on earth is that what you break the silence for?? Any reason… any excuse just to get back on their fuckshit 🙄 and now I’m annoyed

Bothering me over some CGI dragons??

We have to bring back the guillotine. I cannot.

[shadowqueenjude]

So I think we can all agree that the Archerons were so weird because they didn’t bicker like real siblings, so here’s a snippet of a fic I’m writing where all the sisters are arguing. This takes place during a dress fitting for Elain’s wedding. Warning: lots of inner circle slander

Nesta scowled at her reflection as faeries fussed over her, adjusting the gown she was wearing.

“You look lovely, Nesta,” Feyre said from the seat beside her. “Easy for you to say,” Nesta muttered. Feyre looked magnificent in an electric blue halter top paired with black slacks and boots. A circlet of small crescent moons lay upon her forehead. “I look ridiculous.” Nesta glared at the gold dress she had been shoved into again. “God, it’s the same as my hair. Can’t you get a red dress, at least? This makes my skin fade out.” At last, the dressers obeyed, pulling the ill-fitting monstrosity away from her body. 

“You looked pretty in that dress, Nesta,” Elain said gently, her hair up in a jumbo bun at the top of her head, wildflowers surrounding the band holding it up. She wasn’t getting fitted today, but she had come to see what dresses Nesta and Feyre would be wearing. Not like Elain would have any difficulty with her dress. She looked perfect in everything she wore, except perhaps that black dress she’d once worn in the Hewn City. It was annoying.

“Quit lying Elain, I looked like wallpaper,” Nesta snapped. Then she sighed. “Red is truly my color, but that blonde bitch everyone thinks is sooo beautiful is always wearing it, so I usually opt for black.”

“Don’t speak that way about Mor,” Feyre said sharply.

“I’ll speak of her however I like, little sis. She’s not my friend, and frankly, she isn’t really even yours.”

Feyre glowered at her. “She saved me from Tamlin.”

“Did she do that for you, or for little Rhys-rhys? Has she ever stood up for you in front of Rhysand? She certainly despises me; thought me fit to throw into the court of nightmares. I highly doubt you’re much different.”

“Yeah, I am. Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch all the time, people would treat you differently.”

Nesta laughed sarcastically. “Because 500 year old uber powerful Fae warriors can’t handle a 23 year old formerly human woman handing their asses to them, can they?”

“You’re really going to start this now, with my wedding just around the corner?” Elain complained. Nesta whipped her head around to her. “Oh, sure! I absolutely care about this sham of a wedding! Feyre’s mate is a jackass, my mate is a jackass, but perhaps third time’s the charm with you, huh, Elain?” 

“Lucien is ten times the man Rhysand will ever be,” Elain said coldly, her temper causing her voice to raise volume. Nesta opened her mouth to say that this doesn’t mean much considering Rhysand is a small boy stuck in a man’s form when Feyre interrupted. “Wait a damn minute. You both despise my husband?” she demanded.

“What gave it away, Feyre?” Nesta drawled. “Me constantly insulting Rhysand, resisting his orders, and declaring him not my high lord? Me not wishing to live with the rest of you? Elain literally leaving Night to get away from him?”

“I thought Elain left Night because of Azriel!”

“Azriel?!” Elain let out a snort which turned into such mirth that Nesta stared. “That broody, brainless bat not man enough to speak about his feelings in any capacity? You think I’d leave because of him? As if! I left because I got tired of your fake family’s fake welcome and decided Lucien was better than the lot of them.” 

“Lucien let me get hurt in Spring!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Feyre!” Elain shrieked, and Nesta gasped. Elain cussing was something Nesta frankly thought she’d never hear. “Lucien told me his side of the story, and it seems as if your head was too far up Rhysand’s ass to realize everything Lucien has done for you!” 

“Just like Feyre never acknowledged the work we did around the house when we were in the cottage,” Nesta muttered. Elain nodded. Feyre stalked up to Nesta and slapped her face so hard her neck tilted. “Oh no you didn’t,” Nesta snarled, and she shoved Feyre into a coat rack, taking her and the rack to the ground. The two of them began wrestling, Elain crying, “Stop, you idiots, stop!” in the background. “Help, there’s a fight going on in here!”

[ro-sham-no]

dean helped sam through his teething phase as a baby with his own fingers, letting him gum and gnaw away at them, leaving them raw and wrinkly, most of the time.

toddler-aged sam ended up having a thumb-sucking problem, as many kids do, but he sucked on dean's thumb instead of his own.

[pinkandblueblurbs]

hii could u write a little blurb about asking stepdad!daryl to take ur virginity

i’m guessing u mean like a little dialogue?

“Shouldn’t be doin’ this…” he murmurs, eyes trained on you as you lift your top off over your head.

“Why not? I want you to. Please. Want it to be you.” You say truthfully. Your hands ring your shirt with your nerves.

“…it should be special,” he says awkwardly, trying not to stare at your bra-clad tits.

“We ain’t special?” You murmur softly, thinking back to the rushed, messy kisses you’ve snuck with him in your moments alone— moments that felt pretty damn special to you. Your sweet face is twisted in a frown that makes Daryl wanna smack himself for causing it.

“I don’t mean it like that, kid.” He shakes his head, eyes flitting to the floor. “You should be with someone better.”

“Ain’t anyone better than you. I want you.” You cross the small space between you, leaning up to kiss him, slower than the times before. When you whisper “please” into his mouth the last of his resolve crumbles away.

[fatherforgivethem]

Aegon and Helaena away at school…

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“When’s your class, Hel?”

“In ten minutes…”

“Ok good, we’ve got time. Can you put on your lipstick though? I want people to know that I did something fun on a Monday morning.”

“Ok, fine. But that reduces our time down to six minutes, Aegon.”

“I can do a lot in six minutes so we should be good.”