someone recommended me more secret pregnancy fics pls
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This story may take me some time to write because holy fuck it’s already tearing my heart to pieces.
Beginning excerpt:
All she knows is the thump-thump of her racing heart pounding in her ears as her paws thud the ground repeatedly. No destination in mind, she just needs to get away. Away from it all.
The news of one more loss, one that hurt. She’s always losing people, and she’s tired of it. It’s just too much. She needs to get away.
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Rain.
Landing in your clothes as you leave me behind.
Snow.
Catching on your eyelashes as you tell me goodbye.
The water rushes to the gutter in a downhill flood
My shoes are wet
And I’m not sure why
The water by my eyes is so warm
The ice spreads infinitely forward
I slip.
And there is nobody left to catch me
You will never come back.
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If u are interested in reading and books are your escape from reality then feel free to read it. Any kind of feedbacks will be appreciated.
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Bad Day
Warnings: Red flags (yandere themes), swearing, possessiveness, cheating & absolute defeat.
Two Years Ago
“Tch. All it’s going to take is one bad day. That’s it. One bad day and you will come back to me.”
Katsuki Bakugo, the arrogant, controlling, but loving, ex-boyfriend you’d fought so hard to escape, simply smirked, finally “accepting” your break up. It’d only taken six months, but he’d finally left you alone.
Present Time
Caught Cheating on Y/N the ‘Sweetheart Hero’. The media had jumped all over your boyfriend’s infidelity and now it was all you heard. Your world was shaking, or was that you? You lay your head down on the desk, tears sliding down your cheeks.
It wasn’t until you heard your own snort/cough on your own saliva that you came back to reality. You grabbed your jacket, your hero costume already discarded on the couch for your street clothes. Pulling your hood down low you exited out the back of the building to avoid everyone including employees. You sent a single text to your assistant letting her know you were unavailable until further notice, silencing your phone right after.
Your boots crunched through the snow with every step you took, the continuing storm keeping anyone from stopping even if they recognized you. Pulling your scarf tighter you made it to your car and drove to the one place you never thought you’d ever go again.
You sat in your car, gripping the steering wheel ten minutes after you’d parked. Finally, you forced yourself out of your car and up the walkway to the front door. Everything had been shoveled and cleared recently, though the raging storm was attempting to cover it all back up. Using the heel end of your fist you banged five times, shoving your cold hands back into your pockets.
“Yeah, yeah, keep your fuckin’ pants on!” Bakugo’s voice came from inside.
When the door pulled open, you couldn’t hold yourself together any longer. Hot tears burst down your face, your anger boiling deep inside, the only thing that was keeping you upright. Bakugo was intrigued crossing his arms over his chest and leaning a hip against the door frame.
“Why? Why did you do it? Why couldn’t you let me be happy?” you shouted.
Bakugo didn’t seem the least bit surprised or bothered by your loud accusation.
“Tch. He wasn’t right for you. Hell, didn’t take much for him to fuck another…”
SMACK!
The sound of your hand connecting with his face seemed to echo through the entire area. You were shaking even harder, wondering if you’d gotten yourself into deeper trouble.
Instead of getting angry, Bakugo’s expression softened and he stood straight, one of his hands reaching for yours. The warmth of him made the tears fall faster, your vision completely blurred.
“You fuckin’ asshole…I…I hate you so much.”
“Then why did you come here?”
“I…I needed to know if you…Why?” you began crying even harder.
Bakugo pulled you flush against him, his warmth engulfing you the way it always had.
“Because. I’m the only one that can love you the way you deserve. I’m the only one. You know that now, right? Sweets, look at me…You know I am the only one for you.”
You deflated completely, your will to fight gone. Bakugo was never going to let you go and he had been loving even if it was mixed with a bit of possessiveness. Meeting his gaze, you nodded, unable to speak.
Bakugo smirked, lifting you up into his arms carrying you inside, slamming the door shut with his foot. He set you down gently on the couch, removing your snow covered shoes, then your heavy jacket.
“I’m so exhausted.”
“I know baby. I told you all it takes is one bad day. Let me make you tea.”
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Hey!! 👋🏻 Yes I’ve been good, just busy with normal life stuff….perpetually trying to find a rhythm and time it takes to fully step back into my creative writing headspace.
To answer your question - There’s a flashback at the end of the chapter “Mine (Costia’s version)” that shows their first face-to-face interaction post-breakup, which was about 6mo after the infamous “premier” incident.
Lexa was able to get from Anya the event Clarke would be at, so she could try to talk to her. (Spoiler, it doesn’t go well) with Clarke leaving the event abruptly once she notices Lexa there, spewing some pretty harsh words in Lexa’s direction as she waits for her ride.
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Oooohhhhhhh well if THATS not a super fun idea that may or may not have just given me some rejuvenated inspo 🤭🤭🤭
I’d imagine Lexa would agree to do that sort of podcast as part of a promo run…. But that would have to be for a certain kind of movie she’s starring in, so perhaps she’d finally making some crossover into like a true Rom com role getting to step out of the apocalyptic/action/thriller badass roles she has become famous for.
Podcaster prods how it feels having to channel a much softer side (perhaps she even has to play opposite a male love interest?) 🤭 and the host(s) have fun getting into the weeds about her REAL mess of a love life (seemingly) and even joking offer her the chance to speak on the years’ worth of speculation and rumors…. Perhaps they ask about her and Costia…. Bc they will DEF ask about her past with Clarke, and what their affiliation with each other is now…
depending on where that might fall in the story from where we’ve left off and where I plan to take it would affect how Lexa responds. (And to give examples or context would by default give spoilers for where the story is still yet to head soooooo 🙈)
I love love LOVE you for posing that question bc this idea actually makes perfect sense for this story!!🙌🏼 And I’d love to credit that prompt accordingly when the time comes (if you wanted….)🫣
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It’s been six months, six months since her brother disappeared, never to be seen again. Seventeen-year old, Emery Kane still lives in the shadows of that tragic night, still hidden away from the truth of her small innocent town. Until one night, when she is sent a cryptic message stating that he brother going missing was never and accident. So Emery dives into a new world of lies, betrayal, dangerous alliance, and the war between love and reasoning. Now haunted by guilt, she has to learn to swim through the misty waters of her past, run from the ghosts within her mind. And to decide how far she’s willing to go, and how far she’s willing to become. In the aftermath of a burning secret that won’t only change her, but everything she was once taught to believe.
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It’s the end of an era, one that I’m glad to outgrow, and still, I can’t help but feel sad. I can’t help but grieve for the girl who moved into this cheap-ass apartment with a friend and roomie who she knew would quite happily take her in. She came home with her tail between her legs because the Dream was not as dreamy as she’d thought. She was lonely and she likes to be a big fish in a small pond (sue me) and she missed her friends and the pandemic was hard and Vancouver is cold in a different way and she wasn’t in school and her job pushed her to leave and she was lonely. So she came home to someone familiar, to a familiar neighbourhood, and paid dirt-cheap rent for 4.33 years.
I’m grieving for her because it probably wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but she needed comfort and that is exactly what she got. I’m grieving because this is the last place my first cat curled up to sleep. I’m grieving because I missed little moments, distracted by whatever it was. I’m grieving because I don’t get to be small anymore - I am giving myself the space to grow and, therefore, have the responsibility to do so. I’m sad my friend didn’t want to live with me anymore, even though I want to (and am excited to) live on my own, too.
I’m sad because change is hard, and I’m grieving all kinds of losses, and I’ll be facing my sadness head on because I will have the space for it.
This is a blessing - I am so lucky - and I’m grateful, and I’m tired, and I’m sad. It’s the end of an era, the beginning of a new one, but I can’t see the dawn just yet. For tonight, I’ll revel in the darkness (just a little), let myself sulk, (only a little), and accept the pain of transformation.
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naruto and sasuke but its the two of them dying together at their last fight realizing they needed eachother at the end
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How Characters Would React: If you got shot
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Okay, so i was genuinely given a gift to write this uhhh theres not much to say other than the fact that i am not ashamed. that gift was so worth it
OH AND just to disclose, these are the main 7 tectonic plates
Characters: ~ Pacific Plate ~ North American Plate ~ Eurasian Plate ~ African Plate ~ Antarctic Plate ~ Indo-Australian Plate ~ South American Plate ~
Tectonic Plates ~ Headcanons ~ Angst
Words: 1.1K
Published: 2/3/2026
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Pacific Plate
- Pacific is the tallest and most brutish of all the plates
- He has always been a fighter and a hothead, making it obvious why he has the Ring Of Fire
- But somehow, you managed to get through his brash and raging exterior
- You saw him as more than a fighter, more than a brute, more than a monster
- You even managed to help the other plates finally accept him for who he is
- So when he heard that you got shot, Pacific immediately tried hunting down who did it
- He would be more angry than anything
- He’d even begin to blame himself for not protecting you enough
- Pacific would begin picking fights with the other plates more often now, always finding something to yell over
- Pacific probably creates hundreds more volcanoes and names them after you in your honor
North American Plate
- North is a confusing one
- They help to connect every one of the plates
- But they’ve never made much time to think about themself
- So when you came along and started asking about how they felt, North was caught off guard
- North is overly selfless, annoyingly so at points in time
- But North is also extremely extroverted, always urging you to explore the world with them
- But when they find out what happened to you, North closes themself off at first
- They tried to hide from everyone else so they could wallow in grief
- But after a while of this, they realized you wouldn’t want that at all!
- It takes time but North does heal
- They refuse to move on from you, however, always bringing you up whenever they can
Eurasian Plate
- Eurasia is the oldest of the plates
- And for that, he is overly serious
- You can hardly get anything through to this guy without being intimidated by his stone-cold face
- But, somehow, you managed to breach those walls
- It took a long time, but Eurasia opened himself to you
- He was honest with you, and he became kind and warm to just you
- Although he may still be a workaholic, he sees you as a gentle reminder of the simplicities to enjoy in life
- So when he heard you were shot, Eurasia threw himself into his work
- He did what he could to avenge your name
- But nothing was ever enough
- Eurasia knew you would disapprove of his coping mechanisms, but he couldn’t force himself to care anymore
- He just needed a distraction so he wouldn’t have to process the loss
- He refused to smile anymore and built his walls up ten times higher
African Plate
- Africa is a gentle mover
- She’s the kindest and the most hospitable of all the plates
- You two managed to click instantly, and you helped her see the world as more than something to befriend
- Africa was stuck to your side like glue, always choosing you above all else
- But when the news of your untimely death reached her, she crashed
- Africa grew restless and angry, always fighting and arguing, refusing help from anyone
- She knew it was wrong of her and that this wasn’t how should’ve behaved, but she missed you too much
- The pain of your death was simply too much to bear for the plate
- The others attempted to calm her, to ease her sense of injustice
- But nothing could heal the pain of you being ripped away
Antarctic Plate
- Ant is the definition of antisocial
- He is the shortest male plate and is always bundled in his snowsuit, trying to keep away from prying eyes
- He rarely ever speaks, mostly giving glares to anyone talking too loud
- So when you came along and managed to work past his ice-cold exterior, he was also shocked
- Around you, he felt comfortable speaking, even taking off his coat’s hood and mask for a bit near you
- He never talked much with the other plates, and he had no intention to
- He thought they were all annoying to be around
- But you were so much easier to get along with
- So when Ant was told about your fatal injury, he felt the world crash around him
- Every step forward he took, every advancement he made in working on himself and his world views, it all shattered
- Ant relapsed hard
- He refused to speak again, remembering how you used to compliment his voice
- He stuffed himself inside his snowsuit and ignored the world around him
- Nothing was worth his attention if it wasn’t you
Indo-Australian Plate
- These two are side-by-side twins
- You never had trouble telling the sisters apart, however.
- And that caught their attention
- The pair stuck beside you all the time and you acted as the mediator between them
- Indo and Aus always argued and rubbed each other the wrong way
- But your presence had such an easy way to calm both of them down
- They could be their own separate people around you, not sisters connected and forced to be the same
- Indo has always been a fast-paced and crowded person, wanting social and impulsive interaction over all else
- Aus on the other hand is relaxed and enjoys going with the flow, opting to let life move on rather than force it her own way
- But when you got shot, they both had separate ways to heal
- Indo looked for more public excursions, putting herself in danger just to be distracted
- She chose to try and get over your death by indulging in parties with South and moving somewhere far away
- Aus pretended she was fine, saying that she healed, even if her lies were obvious
- She would brush off anyone’s concerns, assuring that everything was fine and she had already moved on
- Aus began to visit old places you two went together
- She never truly moved on from you
South American Plate
- South is a true party animal
- She is the shortest of the plates and the swiftest, always moving from one place to another
- She is connected to many of the others, making her involved in so much more than herself
- But when you came along, she was attached
- South invited you everywhere
- She said that without you, the parties and events were so much more boring
- She seemed so much more herself around you and she adored everything about you
- But when you were taken by a gun, South was inconsolable
- She would host parties but end up moping about you
- She tried anything to move on from you
- She even tried to befriend Antarctic, but nothing worked
- South just couldn’t seem to find meaning if you weren’t there
- She could lie on a couch for hours just thinking about how she missed you, but nothing would bring you back
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Eisoptrophobe
Rubbing your eyes deep-red before the mirror,
You weep the blood you wore down into tears,
Staring yourself into oblivion,
You let yourself melt to obsidian.
You let your psyche fall into the black,
Into the void abyss to not come back,
Suffocating in the ink of despair,
You’re tortured by your every want and care.
You’re hurt by every line you think misplaced,
You err at every curve around your waist,
You claw your flesh in hopes it might correct,
Your form, a source of only discontent.
You unfurl from your coil before the mirror,
This is the last you’ll let yourself fall here, You lie to yourself.
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“All her life she could only process that kind of love as an obligation, a transaction, something fraught with danger. She had only been taught the cold pronouncement that one day she would have to lay back and let her husband have his way, as a proper wife should. It made sense to her to be so discerning; it was why she knew deep down that she had to choose for herself who to love, that she had to fight against anyone Kizomi chose. If she wanted to be respected in… that transaction, she had to marry a man who would be gentle and kind to her.”
- The Element of Change Chapter 23: Unseen and Unspoken
And that is why Kiyoi finally fell for Zuko in the Earth Kingdom. Because when things were the most dire for them and they had nothing, he never took out his frustrations on her. When she was weak and was vulnerable, Zuko cared for her and never took advantage of her. He was gentle, protective and so respectful. And for once they were equal socially. No wonder Kiyoi fell for him and fell HARD. So hard that:
"Zuko’s eyes widened, then narrowed. ‘I think as Fire Lord, I can marry whoever I want,’ he declared, his voice firm, his gaze unwavering. 'And I will do everything I can to make sure my best friend isn’t carted off like a hippocow just because she’s of good stock! I refuse to believe that what we want doesn’t matter, that your happiness doesn’t matter!’
'I won’t find happiness anyway,’ she interrupted, her voice filled with a quiet despair. 'I know already there’s no one I would want to marry and no one who would want to marry me. What was the point of waiting for something that won’t happen when I can finally be useful now?’
‘Useful?’ Zuko’s face crumpled. 'Kiyoi, what are you talking about? Don’t speak like that. Those are her words, not yours. How could you say that? You are so smart, and thoughtful, beaut-’
She couldn’t let him continue. Her brain threw out words to halt him, but they were poorly chosen, too transparent; ’Because there’s only one man who has my heart, and I cannot have him!’ she confessed. She dug her grave and then laid down in it, adding; ’I don’t think I could ever love another.’
Zuko’s eyes searched hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. 'You love—who?’ Any anxiety concerning her confession dissipated, substituted by fury.
By the Spirits, he is thick. 'I will not give voice to my delusions. If you have known me this long and you don’t know, you will never figure it out.’”
- The Element of Change Chapter 31: Unbroken Peace
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A poignant, emotionally honest story about love, addiction, and the quiet bravery it takes to choose yourself.
Tropes:
🎭 Putting on a Brave Face
🕰️ Waiting for Him to Change
🚩 Red Flags Ignored
🛟 Trying to Save Someone Who Won’t Save Themselves
🌧️ Quiet, Emotional Realism
🪞 Self-Awareness as the Turning Point
🌱 Choosing Yourself
🧡 Love Isn’t Enough
🚪 Walking Away as Growth
📝 Women’s Fiction with Strong Romantic Through-Line
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New Abraham - a poem
about religious trauma and dead heros
You could start a cult.
You could have a complex.
You could have been the
New Abraham before I
Thought that it would
Come to this.
You could break the
Mountain he climbed
To devise the laws:
Because what if
Graven Idolatry is
Exactly what you want,
Even if it scared the Gods?
You could have called
Yourself a Zion with the
Undying love you earned,
Gilding the unshakable walls
With precious gold to protect
A freedom you had to
Fight for—
A peace you had
To earn.
Instead you cohort with
Basement plebeians,
Carrying the quiet banner
Of insecurity that you
Can’t even fit.
Instead you drag mediocrity
Up the mountain on your back
As if it deserves you.
I believed in your
Singular truth—
Your nation of one.
I never thought
I’d see it submit
To anything but
The happy heat
Of the Sun.
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“Stargazing.”
Bannerfall!Scott doing some stargazing, surrounded by a field of flowers. I wonder what he’s thinking about..