mainly because of these two

And here we have Ohmtoonz in their natural habitat: always wondering what the other is doing accompanied with flirtatious teasing 

Dating Harry Hook Would Include

Request: Not requested, send in requests! They’re open!
Warnings: None? Mention of robbery but not really. Tell me if I missed something

Let me know if you guys want a Harry Hook dating in Auradon!

(Not my gif)

Originally posted by unchxxrted

On the Isle….

Dating isn’t really a thing on the Isle but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t make sure everyone knows you’re off limits.

Possessiveness/Protectiveness - it’s not even funny how protective or possessive this boy can get, especially on the Isle where you could get robbed on any corner.

I feel like he gets jealous only when he sees someone else making you laugh or someone is getting to close to you. This usually ends in someone getting threatened with his hook.

Speaking of hook…

He’ll use his hook to grab you and pull you to him if he feels you’re not close enough or he feels flirty.

Constantly moves your hair back with the hook or strokes your face.

If you’re shorter than him he’s gonna use the hook to tilt your chin up.

Or if you’re taller than him he’s gonna use it to pull you down to eye level or tilt your head down.

Uma doesn’t mind you, as long as you don’t distract her first mate to badly or get him killed.

Gil likes you a lot, but Gil likes everyone.

If you’re “with” Harry long enough, Uma might just offer you a spot on the crew.

I feel like Harry is big on pet names, more commonly when you two are alone or around the crew.

Love, darling, Prince/princess (even though you’re the children of villains), sweetheart, things like that and even more.

He also will give you nicknames based on your height.
Short: Pixie, Fairy, Short love, Little One, Gremlin
Taller: Giant, Long Legs, Tall Stuff

You and Uma are the only ones who are allowed to touch his hook.

Begging him to let you do his eyeliner. Warning, this will result in him doing your eyeliner as payment.

Constant. Flirting.

Seriously, flirting and toying with you. But at the same time if he cares deeply about you (which he won’t admit because, you know, villain) he’ll pretty much worship you.
And if you’re shy or you blush easily, good luck.
This will amplify the flirting to new heights.
Or if you flirt back then he’ll get that grin and flirting is now on a new level.

Sneaking into one another’s rooms, mainly on Uma’s ship.

This doesn’t last long because finally Uma just yells at you two to stay in one room together because you’re making the floorboards creak.

Overall, a totally flirty and adventurous relationship, more than likely with lots of danger. With Harry it’s certain you’ll never be bored. 

Honestly shipping in the Sanders Sides fandom is so peaceful. Like, despite the handful of Obligatory Jerks who bash on people’s ships every once in a while, it’s all very nice and pressure-free? I think mainly because of two things:

Firstly, no ship is Problematic. There’s no age gap because you either think of them as conceptual beings with no age or they’re all 20-something. Moxiety is portrayed as a father-son relationship but shipping it romantically is, at absolute worst, maybe a little weird in a canon context. Prinxiety canonically fights all the time but it’s not abusive, they’re just salty/sassy grown men who act like 12-year-olds to each other. Literally any combination works and it’s not a problem.

Secondly, it’s almost certain that none of the ships are every going to go canon anyway, so there’s precisely zero pressure to try and write it “how it might happen in the show” because it’s not going to and we’ve all accepted this. It’s like owning a nice boat but you live nowhere near water and you’re fine with that. Your friends have boats, too. You have a boat club. None of you ever expect these boats to see water. There’s this dude who lives out of town by a lake and everyone in the boat club admires him. Sometimes he comes around and compliments the boats. “Thanks,” you say, and you are literally 0% bitter that your boat isn’t gonna sail on his lake. Because it’s just a nice boat and that’s all that matters.

I dunno it’s just really peaceful and I like it.

aftertaste // stilinski twins

Summary: Y/N’s forced to deal with the consequences of her actions while her boyfriend, Stuart, is away for the summer

Requested: no, collab with @rememberstilinski

Characters: Stiles, Stuart & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes & smut

Masterlist

As soon as she stepped onto the driveway the sun started heating her skin, drowning her in warmth. Adjusting the two backpack straps around her shoulders, she reached into her back pocket for the list she had made the night before.

“You sure you have everything you need?” She asked as she reread the slightly crumbled piece of paper in her hand, marking off the little checklist she had made for her boyfriend one last time before helping him load his bags into the trunk.

The sun reflected off of the lenses of his thick rimmed glasses as a small smirk made its way onto his face.

“Babe-” Stuart groaned, a giggle following as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s torso, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I said I’m good.” He assured her.

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So today is drama day? amazing.

Here I come to see the strange situation that is Vkook drama when I’m a Jikook shipper and you might wonder why I said strange, well… It’s mainly because I can’t find myself to give two fucks about what Vkook shippers do, and no, not in a bad way, I’m simply staying on my lane. The Jikook lane.

But since Jimin was involved in this drama and my beautiful angel shouldn’t be touched unless he’s touched by a feather (In my opinion) I need to speak about what happened.

The drama that basically had Vkook shippers thinking that Jungkook said that there was no romance anymore between him and Taehyung, and no, I’m not going to post the screenshots because they are all over the internet and whoever is reading this right now can go look them up if you haven’t seen them already.

Then I kept checking and basically this whole drama was because of a translation poorly done (which is not rare coming from Vlive) and that had Korean people trying to calm the fuck down of international fans.

So y’all shut up, what Jungkook said was as irrelevant as 95% of the shit he says most of the time, he wasn’t “confirming” a past relationship with Taehyung or anything even related to it so please, stop being so exaggerated, this reminds me of when people thought and were saying Jimin was a slut for talking to Taemin, or when Jungkook glances at any direction where there is a female and people ACTUALLY believe they’re dating and those situations are all very sad.

So please, stop being so thirsty and exaggerated. 

This comes from a dear ARMY to another.

Thank you.

2

Wizard Apprentice Credence Barebone. 

I really love the idea of Credence in a witch’s hat and being so into herbology he just magics his way into growing flowers on himself.

On Redbubble- No Flowers - With Flowers // Commission Info

KiriDeku!!

Okay….hear me out….the purest of ships!

These two would be the cutest and most uplifting boyfriends for each other.

Deku doubting his skills, and if he truly is made to be a hero? Income Kirishima with cuddles, blankets, and constant reminders on how manly deku can be.

Kirishima finding his quirk almost useless? Watch out, here comes deku with a thought out speech on all the perks Kirishima’s quirk has, as well as cute blushing deku as he realizes he’s talking a lot and starts nervously playing with both their hands.

They would be the couple to do the sit up into a kiss.

Deku does push-ups with kirishima on his back

They take turns with piggy back rides

It took a lot of convincing on kirishimas part to get deku to train with him. Deku doesn’t wanna hurt kirishima if he uses too much of his strength

Kirishima trying to kiss each and everyone of Dekus freckles

Deku playing with Kirishima’s hair constantly, whether spiked or soft

Kirishima constantly searching for new freckles on deku

Both being slightly embarrassed when they have to change or something infront of each other, but kirishima hides it better with his energetic personality

Kirishima humming the song “my boyfriends back” whenever deku does something badass

Katsuki pretending to barf whenever the two do something cute but also frustrated with how long it took for them to get to this point. He ships it because deku deserves happiness after all he put him throigh, and kirishima couldn’t have found someone better to treat him right

If the two ever have a fight it’s mainly because they are worried about the other getting hurt

Deku sometimes gets distracted by Kirishima’s hero uniform, to which kirishima eats it up and teases him with winks and such. This causes deku to blush and look away.

Slow dancing, even though both have two left feet, randomly as one or both hum a random song

Kirishima definately has tried to playfully bite deku before, but forgot about his teeth. So deku had a bite mark on his arm for a while. Now kirishima just kisses him everywhere randomly, claiming it to be a “shark attack”

Guy’s I have so many feels for this ship….then again I ship both of these boys with almost everyone anyways

Summary of MomoCon Live Talks Machina Panel

Missed a little bit at the start!

  • Brian starts giving away prizes to anyone in the audience who snarks him. Many prizes are given away.
  • The party went completely off the rails on several occasions: the Fire Plane was a big one, because the party spent weeks saying they weren’t going and then went. Senokir and the initial encounter in the City of Brass was 100% improvised because Matt had nothing specific prepared.
  • Asked which characters they’ve voiced that they’d like to play in a campaign: Taliesin wants to play as the Flash, Marisha wants to play as Margaret from Persona, Matt wants to play as Kiritsugu Emiya.
  • Pretty much everyone expected Keyleth to win in the Battle Royale. She and Grog want to do a rematch because there were some minor technical errors throughout (the big one: he forgot his -2 on the save from the Water Plane). They’re going to do a “WWE-style one-on-one” game on Talks Machina. Brian: “We could put it on pay-per-view. …that’s sort of what Alpha is, I guess.”
  • Percy doesn’t carry the Contract with him, it’s locked away so he can avoid temptation. Matt: “That’s fine. You don’t have to have it on you to invoke the pact.” (long pause) “No, you do, it’s in the paper.”
  • Matt thinks of Allura as his most self-insert character. He also loves playing Gilmore and Raishan.
  • Marisha’s fave NPC is the Sun Tree, Taliesin’s is Victor.
  • Questions to ask for making good NPCs: What are their goals? What are their fears?
  • A lot of being able to push outside your comfort zone as an actor involves getting over shame. Taliesin recommends singing loudly in the car, Marisha recommends karaoke or dancing in public. Taliesin points out that generally the reaction is pretty positive and not really what you’re expecting. But it does take practice.
  • Sam and Matt had been discussing Taryon about three weeks in advance, in case Scanlan decided to leave, depending on how conversations went with the party. Sam wasn’t prepared for Taryon’s introduction when it happened; he was expecting to have another week to prepare, but Matt tapped him in over the break. It took everyone a few episodes to get used to him. Everyone was a little nervous about the group starting new characters, because Marisha, Taliesin, and Liam were the only ones who had ever really played other characters in D&D, and they were reassured to see it was possible.
  • Taliesin: “A good DM knows the difference between consequence and punishment.”
  • Keyleth’s encounter with Kerr at a time when VM wasn’t being supportive of Keyleth changed a lot of Marisha’s plans for the character. She was very close to multiclassing into barbarian before that encounter. Taliesin: “Your current track is ‘be the Lisa Frank you want to see in the world’.”
  • Taliesin on how the original concept for Percy has changed: “Percy was supposed to never be happy with himself or the world around him. And… not anymore! He’s getting dangerous, something’s gonna snap, I’m enjoying it. All it took was a really, really inappropriate relationship to ruin everything, I’m loving it.”
  • Matt was sitting on the Briarwood Arc since Taliesin gave him the page of Percy’s backstory. He was sitting on the Conclave Arc for about two years before it happened, mainly because he’d never really had the opportunity to use dragons in Dungeons and Dragons before. 
  • Marisha: “Arguably, if there’s no adventure going on for Vox Machina, we’re just a group of shitty people.”
  • The arc related to the Siphon has been in the works since Matt was developing the Briarwoods Arc, so this new arc might be the one that was planned the furthest in advance.
  • Taliesin: “It’s not that we’re nervous about Grog having the Deck of Many Things, it’s that we’re nervous about Travis having the Deck of Many Things.”
  • Taliesin’s favorite arc that isn’t his own character’s arc: Fire Plane. Marisha and Matt’s: Raven Queen. Brian really appreciated the last parts of Scanlan’s arc, because discussing it brought him and Sam closer.
  • Another big DM improv moment was when Vex and Keyleth accidentally found Clarota way earlier than Matt expected. In the Moonbrush, in the Feywild, Matt really wasn’t expecting the party to side with the werewolves.

It says a lot about the fandom’s priorities where the biggest f/f ship is judged harshly and treated like the shipping version of Hester Prynne, but the two largest ships supported by fujoshis doesn’t get the same amount of scrutiny and treatment.

The Assistant Job

Requested By: Anonymous

Can I request? Tom and the reader are dating and the reader is Harry’s assistant just like Harrison is to tom,and tom is worried that the reader will start to like Harry because they’re the same age and are best friends. Thankss!!! ❤️

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: You and Tom had been together for a few months, you had gotten close with his friends and family, especially Harrison and Harry. A few weeks later you become Harry’s assistant, making Tom a bit anxious that you could potentially fall for his brother instead, but you prove him otherwise.

Warnings: None really, it’s just cute

Word Count: 2,712

A/N: Ahhhh this was so fun to write and it’s so cute and ugh I love it so much???? Anyways thanks for requesting this! I haven’t seen many Tom imagines like this so it was really fun to create. I really hope you enjoy it. :))

Side Note: Also, sorry for not uploading for a few days, I hadn’t been feeling all too well, but you all were so understanding and supportive and I just love you all a ton! So thank you for that, and I am feeling better so get ready for some bomb ass imagines! ;)

Originally posted by hllands

You and Tom had been together for about five months, you had met at the coffee shop around the corner one day, you both ended up ordering the same drink, blushing embarrassedly at one another. 

Since that day, you two started going on dates, coffee dates, mainly because you both knew each others orders and it was something simply and not very hectic.

From there on you learned he was an actor, that he was the Marvel character Spider-Man, which made you fan girl on the inside, Spider-Man was your favorite.

You soon told him that too, making him give you a wink, causing you to blush madly, doing your best to sip your coffee and play it off, but there was no hiding the amount of red that was on your cheeks, and Tom loved it.

After more dates at the coffee shop, Tom eventually asked you out on a real date, to a real restaurant, causing your heart to beat a lot quicker.

You weren’t sure it was the best idea, you didn’t want him to be stressed out if paparazzi followed him, but he insisted that it was what he wanted, so you went along with it.

Tom had gotten reservations at a small little Italian restaurant a few blocks down the street, it was the cutest place you’d ever seen. It had little dangly lights above and around the building, Italian music faintly playing in the background, it was already so perfect.

Tom gently took your hand in his, directing you to the table he had reserved, making your eyes widen slightly. It was gorgeous, it was a little table away from people, giving you two privacy.

That night changed everything between the two of you, mainly because that’s when Tom asked you to become his girlfriend, nearly causing you to choke on a tortellini.

You could see the love in his eyes as he looked into yours, making you feel warm and tingly on the inside, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Needless to say, it was the best first real date you had ever had, even better that it was with a guy you truly felt something for.

Months went by and Tom finally introduced you to his family, you were already in love with his siblings, especially Paddy, you wished you had a little brother like him.

You also became super close with Harry, you two were the same age so you both bonded extremely well.

One day Harry had invited you to join them on set of Tom’s movie, also where you met Harrison, Tom’s best friend and assistant. You automatically loved Harrison too, he was just as dorky as Tom.

Since that day on set you started thinking a lot, you really did need a job, you weren’t famous like Tom, you were an ordinary girl who had bills to pay and food to buy.

That’s when it clicked, you could be an assistant like Harrison, but who you would be an assistant for was the key.

You thought about this idea for a few weeks, talking to Harrison about what it was like working with Tom and what he did for him. You were really serious about becoming an assistant, and Harrison could tell you weren’t going to give up.

You then talked to Tom about it, he wasn’t thrilled of the idea, but he knew you were just trying to do your part in the world, he knew that you weren’t like him where making money wasn’t a huge issue, which is exactly what you had told him before.

You both talked about it for days, until Tom finally gave in seeing you weren’t going to let it go, and all he wanted for you was to be happy, and if being an assistant to someone would make you happy, he would be happy too.

After discussing it with Tom you went to the last person to get their opinion on it, and that was Harry.

You told Harry your plan, how you wanted to become and assistant because you needed money to pay for everything, and the entire time you were talking you never noticed the faint smile on Harry’s lips.

“Y/N.” Harry interrupted you, making your eyes snap up to look at him.

“Hmm?” You hummed, playing with a string on the edge of your sleeve nervously, this was a huge deal to you.

“Why don’t you become my assistant? I know I’m not huge like Tom, but I do short films and I could always use an extra hand to keep me organized.” Harry explained, the smile growing on his lips as he saw your ecstatic expression on your face.

“Harry, if you’re playing me right now I swear to god-” You started off, but Harry shook his head, the smile never leaving his face.

“Y/N, I promise you I’m not playing you, I genuinely mean this.” Harry smiled, making your eyes light up and your heart beat so loud you were sure he could hear it.

“Then yes! Yes! I’d love to be your assistant, oh my god, thank you Harry, you’re amazing.” You squealed excitedly, hugging your best friend as he laughed at your reaction.

“Of course Y/N, believe me, you’re doing me a huge favor." Harry laughed, making you laugh along with him.

A few days later you started working as Harry’s assistant, you had told Harrison and Tom about your new job, they were both extremely happy for you, they knew how bad you wanted this position.

However, once you left to go check on Harry, Tom pulled Harrison to the side, a nervous look in his eyes.

"Dude, what if she falls for my brother? They’re already best friends, and they’re the same age.” Tom whispered, biting his nail anxiously as Harrison looked at him in disbelief.

“Tom, have you seen the way Y/N looks at you? Or when she’s even around you? You mean the world to her. The fact she came and asked you about becoming an assistant in the first place had to of been a bit step for her since she wanted your opinion.” Harrison explained, making Tom’s heart melt slightly, he never really noticed all the small details until Harrison started pointing them out.

“Believe me buddy, you have nothing to worry about. Now this was a nice talk, but you need to go change and get ready for your next scene.” Harrison laughed, patting him on the back before directing him to his changing room.

You on the other hand were helping Harry set up a new short film he was making, he needed some supplies, which is where your new job came in.

“Hey Y/N, do you think you can run to the store and grab some extra props? And maybe a few snacks?” Harry smiled, as you responded with a thumbs up before leaving the building.

You loved this job, sure it might be a tad stressful, but it was worth it, you were getting paid fairly decent, which was the main objective out of all of this. You needed the money to pay for your apartment bills, and for food, so no matter what you had to do, you did it.

You rushed to the store, grabbing a few extra props that he had written down for you, then you decided to treat his crew with a few tasty snacks.

You smiled slightly, walking into the all too familiar coffee shop, the one place that could make your heart swell up with pure happiness and love, and it was all thanks to Tom.

You walked up to the counter, ordering ten coffees, and a few little goodies along the side, before leaving the shop.

It took about ten minutes to arrive back at the set, you gave Harry’s crew the extra props, which they thanked you for tremendously, and then you surprised them with the coffee and little goodies.

You watched as their faces lit up, surprised you had brought them something, they eagerly took the drinks and snacks, but not without giving you a hug and mumbling a thank you.

You then walked over to Harry who was busy directing someone, you waited until they were done shooting the scene, before he turned around his face turning into a bright smile at the sight of you.

“Hey Y/N! Thanks for grabbing the extra props, you were a life saver.” Harry praised you, making your cheeks warm up a tad.

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for, also here’s some coffee’s and some snacks, I already gave the others to the rest of the crew.” You smiled, handing them over to Harry who looked at you in amazement.

“If I knew you were going to be this great, I would have asked you waaay earlier to be my assistant.” Harry winked, making you laugh and shake your head at his answer.

“Hey can I ask a favor?” You spoke up before he returned to his set, he gave a nod signaling you to continue.

“I got some coffee and snacks for Tom and Harrison, do you mind if I go and deliver them?’ You gave a small smile, as Harry nodded and gave you a thumbs up, putting a small tiny sandwich into his mouth.

You quickly rushed out, driving down to Tom’s set, it took about fifteen minutes since they filmed so far away.

You eventually made it, grabbing the drinks and snacks, and thanking security for letting you enter the set, then went on your search for Tom and Harrison.

You soon found them, Tom was filming a scene with Jacob, you recognized it as the part where Ned had found out Peter’s secret, which made you laugh quietly.

You walked over to Harrison, who’s eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t expecting you to be here at all.

"Hey Y/N, it’s good to see you, we weren’t expecting you here today.” Harrison smiled, making you shrug and smile back.

“I actually brought you and Tom coffee and snacks, I had gone out to get extra props and snacks for Harry and his crew, and decided to get you guys a lil something too.” You smiled happily, handing over the drinks and snacks.

“Wow Y/N, you didn’t have to do this. You really are kind hearted, no wonder Tom is so into you.” Harrison chuckled, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

“Speaking of Tom.. Here he comes.” Harrison grinned, nudging your elbow, as you laughed and swatted his arm.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Tom smiled happily, pulling you into a tight embrace, making your body tingle.

“Well, as I was telling Harrison, I brought you boys a lil somethin’.” You winked, making Tom grin at you slightly.

“Tell me you didn’t.” Tom started, but his smile only got wider as he saw the coffee sitting on the table, beside some snacks.

“You’re amazing you know that right?” Tom smiled at you, making you shrug and play with your hair slightly.

“I do what I can.” You laughed, making Tom’s heart beat quicker, the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears.

“Apparently from what Harry has told me, Y/N’s doing an excellent job being his assistant.” Harrison grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“I really like this position, what can I say.” You smiled, walking over to Tom who took a bite of a sandwich you had gotten.

Harrison grinned at you, making you blush slightly, looking at Tom who was already looking at you.

“How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life?” Tom spoke aloud, causing your heart to beat quicker.

Harrison sneaked away, leaving you two alone, there was no way he was going to interrupt one of your guys ‘moments.’

“Maybe because you’re an extremely wonderful person?” You smiled, making him laugh, which made you love him even more.

“The only person that is wonderful is you, Y/N.” Tom smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I disagree.” You smiled, making him shake his head and laugh quietly.

You felt his hands rub the center of your back gently, causing goosebumps, but you loved his touch, you just loved everything about him.

He gently brought you closer, before softly placing his lips on yours, the kiss was gentle and sweet, something you’d always cherish.

You both pulled away, smiles on both of your faces, as you gently cupped his cheek.

“I wish you could be my assistant all the time.” Tom mumbled, making you laugh, which made him laugh along with you.

“If I was your assistant, I would never be as professional as I am now.” You winked, before pecking his lips one last time and running off, but not without giving him a cheesy smile from over your shoulder, seeing his shocked expression.

“-Wait! Y/N! What does that mean?” Tom shouted, his eyes widened slightly, as he heard your laughter leave the building.

Harrison looked at Tom who was standing there, still stunned at your comment, trying to process what you had said.

Tom didn’t even notice Harrison had walked over to him until he felt a pat on his back.

“Dude, you’re so whipped.” Harrison laughed, making Tom’s cheeks heat up and a smile form on his lips.

“Dude, I know.” Tom mumbled, taking a sip of the coffee you had gotten him, he couldn’t imagine a better person in his life other than you.

Teen Dad Three [Finale Part 1 of 2]

Teen Dad Three [Finale Part 1 of 2]

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: I guess it’s kind of sad?

A/N: This would be the Finale part 1 of 2! I was going to make it one big ending but, I decided to cut it into two parts, mainly because this ending gets you more curious about what’s going to happen next. Let me know what you think :) My goal was to make you feel warm and happy inside and also make you cry and hurt your heart a little haha (Though I don’t think I can, I’m not that good of a writer)  | i love you all ! :) <3


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Teen Dad | Teen Dad Two


Peter ran back home, breathing heavily.

It was around midnight, Aunt May should be asleep.

Peter unlocked the door, opening it carefully, and shutting it quietly behind his back.

Walking back to his room, he was startled when Aunt May was watching him from the hallway.

“May. Wh– what are you doing up this late?”

“I should be asking you the same thing, Peter.”

“I– I was just going out for a walk. That’s all.”

“And why are you going out this late at night?”

“I– I couldn’t sleep, but I’m tired now, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And with that, Peter walked past Aunt May, walking straight to his room.


Getting up later than usual, since it is winter break after all, Peter slept till 9am, usually he wakes up at 6:30 for school.

He got up and walked to the kitchen to get breakfast.

“Mornin’ May.”

“Good morning, look, I need to get some stuff from the store, I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

She said, she grabbed her keys, walking towards the door.

“It’s going to take you one to two hours to get ‘some’ stuff?”

She scoffed, hand on the door knob, “you know how I am.” She laughs, making Peter laugh as well, knowing how she gets distracted and ends up buying everything but what she needed.

She gave Peter a soft smile, “I miss seeing that smile of yours sweetie.” Peter looked down, nodding.

“I do too.”


“Do you think you’ll be okay being by yourself for a couple of days?”

Your mom yelled over the loud sound of her hair dryer.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Call May if anything happens, I talked to her the other day.”

“Okay, I will.”

She put the dryer down and turned around, looking at you sitting quietly on the foot of her bed.

“Sweetie,” she said, holding my chin up.

“Still haven’t talked to Peter huh?”

You shook your head no. She sighed, caressing your cheek.

“Don’t look so down baby girl, something will turn up, okay?”

You nodded.


Peter laid on his bed, staring at his phone.

He’s been thinking of when he should call (Y/n). He doesn’t know what’s going on with her anymore. Is she okay? Is she happy? Sad? Still mad at him? Will she ever forgive him? Is she feeling sick at all? His finger hovered over her name. One little tap and he would be calling you.

He let out a sigh, jumping and dropping his phone on his face when it started ringing.

Tony Stark.

He let it go to voicemail. He didn’t want to talk to anyone but (Y/n) right now and he doesn’t know if he can even do that.

Tony Stark Misscall (1)

Tony Stark Voice Mail (1)

He clicked on the voicemail, Tony never calls and it left him curious.

“Hey, Spidey. What happened last night? Did you tell her? I really hope you do make the right decision. Think hard about what’s more important, and make the right decision all right?”

Peter thought hard about it alright.

He still wasn’t ready to be a father, but he still loves (Y/n). He still doesn’t know what to do but all he knows is that he loves you.


An hour or two after your mom left, you felt a little dizzy.

Holding your head, you closed your eyes before passing out on the couch.


Aunt May came home, Peter was passed out on the couch.

“Peter,” she cooed, “wake up honey.”

Peter opens his eyes slowly and props himself up onto his elbows.

“What– what time is it?”

“It’s time for you to wake up. Stop sleeping so much, you didn’t use to be so sleepy all the time.”

“I just haven’t been getting any sleep lately.”

She sat down next to him, he scrunching his legs up to his chest, putting his head on his knees.

“Talk to her.”

“How!”

“Call her, visit her, talk to her when you see her!”

“I– I just can’t May. It’s not as easy as you think.”

“It is as easy as I think Peter. You both are so depressed about being apart. You know how to make that depression go away? BE TOGETHER.”

“But the baby! That’s the only thing I’m afraid of May. I don’t know how to be a father. I’m still a kid.”

She sighs, fully turning to him this time.

“Pete, do you think I was ready to take care of you when your parents passed away?”

She looked straight into his teary brown eyes.

“I was as terrified as you were. But you were my responsibility. You and (Y/n) did what you did and you have to deal with the consequences. I didn’t raise you to be irresponsible.”

Peter had tears streaming down his face, he was silent. May wiped the tears away from his cheeks, and kissed his salty cheeks.

“You’ll be fine Pete, trust me on this. Okay?” Peter nodded.

“Good. I have to go leave again, I have a dinner to go to with some friends. Be good, okay? I brought home some take out if you’re hungry.”

He nodded, still quiet.

She kissed his forehead, “love you.”

“Love you too.”


You woke up a couple hours later, rubbing your head. What happened? You wondered. All you can remember is your mom kissing you goodbye and binge watching Pretty Little Liars afterwards. When you looked down, your eyes open quickly.

You saw some blood, knowing what that meant, you called Aunt May right away.


Peter turns around as he heard a phone ringing. It wasn’t his usual ring tone, so he looked behind him with a confused look. Seeing May’s phone on the table, he sighs.

She left her phone again.

Grabbing the phone, he checked who was calling. Seeing your name popped up on the screen, his eyes goes wide, but he decides to answer anyways. This was his chance to make things right with you again.

“He–”

“Aunt May!” He heard, her voice was shaky and cracking. You can hear her sobbing, panick was also heard in her voice.

“(Y/n–”

“I need to go to the hospital. My– my mom is out right now and– and no one can go with me so if you can– can you meet me there? I– I’m so scared. I’ll text you the address. I wish Peter was here.” You whispered the last part to yourself before you ended the call, but Peter still heard. Guilt formed around his heart. He couldn’t stand hearing you so hurt. He doesn’t know what’s going on but he snapped out of his thoughts once he heard a ding. Looking back at the phone, seeing that you sent the address to the hospital you’re going to, Peter ran out the door in a heartbeat.


You sat in a hospital bed.

Heart pounding in your chest.

Constantly rubbing your hands together.

Your whole body was trembling.

Thoughts running through your mind.

Constantly looking at the door.

Waiting for Aunt May to walk in.

Waiting for the doctor to tell you what you needed to hear.

The longer you wait, the more you tried to convinced yourself that whatever happened, whatever was happening.

Happened for a reason.

Maybe losing the baby, maybe it’s suppose to happen. Maybe it wasn’t a good thing. Maybe it was a reality check. Maybe the baby showed you something you didn’t notice in the relationship you had with Peter. That he didn’t love you as much as you thought. Because, without the baby happening, you wouldn’t realize that him being Spider-Man was more important than him being yours.

4 years // For you || Dan Howell

A/N: I wrote this imagine a really long time ago (before i even had this blog). I think it’s one of the best imagines I have ever written, mainly because it means a lot to me. 

Word Count: 2.3K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE // PART SIX  // PART SIX // PART SEVEN // PART EIGHT

Originally posted by arcticlester

“What are you watching ?” I asked, as I plopped down on the sofa next to him.

He looked up from his laptop screen and revealed a young black haired boy.

“His name is Amazingphil, he’s a Youtuber that I newly discovered. We have so much in common! I bet he’s the coolest guy ever.” Dan started to fanboy as his eyes sparkled with admiration.

Dan decided to show me all of this young guy’s videos while I rested my head against his shoulder. That was one of the things that I loved the most about my boyfriend of a nearly year, he could get so excited about things and people. He was so passionate about what he loved.

 1 week later

Dan and I had just finished high school and spent an awesome summer together. Dan was going to Manchester to study law soon and I still had to decide what to do with my life. But I’m afraid that my decision is now even harder than it was a week ago…

“I finally finished packing all my stuff, we can do whatever we want now” Dan exclaimed happily as his head appeared in the door.

He walked into the room and wrapped his long arms around my body. My head only reached his chin so I buried it into his warm chest.

“You know what I meant when I said ‘do whatever we want’ ” Dan seductively whispered in my ear.

His hands started sensually travelling up my spine. His warm lips had found their way to my neck and he started sucking on my sweet spot. I closed my eyes at the sensation and nearly gave in, but I couldn’t.  

I quickly broke away from his touch. It had cost me all will power I had.

“We need to talk” I blurted out, unable to keep it to myself any longer.

I gestured for him to sit down on the bed. He worriedly looked at me. Have the words ‘we need to talk’ ever meant something good? I don’t think so.

I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and placed my hands into his. It took me a while to force my mouth to say what he needed to know. My heart was not beating anymore it was racing.

“Dan, I’m pregnant”

It was difficult to say that without starting to cry or stutter. And I felt like those words, were the most powerful words that I had ever spoken. They didn’t just mean that there was a human being growing inside of my stomach right now. No, it also meant that our lives were going to change drastically.

His eyes widened in shock.

“W-HAT?!” he shouted. He rarely shouts. I tried to remain calm.

“I checked twice, definitely positive.”

“Wait..NO! You can’t be pregnant. Not now.” he jumped up from the bed. I didn’t know how I had expected him to react but definitely not like this. I was aware of the fact that he wasn’t going to be jumping around with joy but being angry with me was the wrong reaction.

“You are 18, that’s way too young. We want to go to university. You can’t have a baby, okay? I don’t want it.”

Those words lingered in the air. They seemed to echo from the walls. It was like everything I could hear sounded like 'I don’t want it’.

 I always thought that no matter what he’d be there for me. And he always was, until now. Now that I needed him the most. His slender figure stood in front of me but my vision was blurry. His cheeks were red and his expression was angry. I eyed him and instead of seeing my beloved boyfriend, I saw a monster.

That was not the Dan I knew and loved.  I didn’t want to lose control over the situation but I couldn’t stop myself from getting angry.

“Who do you think you are to decide what I’m gonna do with my baby?!”

If he had reacted differently, I would have said ‘our’. But as soon as he said 'I don’t want it’ it wasn’t our baby anymore, it was my baby.

With those words he lost the right to ever call it his. To ever call him the father of my child. Tears were streaming down my pale face and I couldn’t believe that I had thought, that we were going to raise a child together. I just lost the future with Dan. And got a future as a single mum.

I nearly heard something inside me shatter and for a short second I was so overwhelmed by emotional pain, that my vision got black and I was close to throwing up. I grabbed the bedpost and my fingernails dug into the light wood.

I just sat there and cried for a few minutes while Dan just watched. He stood there and watched me cry instead of holding me close, instead of telling me that everything was going to be alright.

But I had to be strong. Not for myself but for the tiny thing that was growing inside of my stomach. I had to be strong because one day that tiny thing would call mum. I regained strength and tried to stop crying.  

“I won’t fucking kill my son or daughter just because you are afraid of taking responsibility. I know I’m young and that it won’t be easy to do this on my own. But I do not need you. And the baby doesn’t need you either.” I clearly said while I evilly glared at him.

 Those were the last words that I ever spoke to him at least that was what I thought.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

4 years later 

It’s been five years and no matter how hard it was, I finally made it. I thought it was hard managing my university life during my pregnancy but it got only harder once the baby was here. As soon as I said those last words to Dan I packed my bags and moved back to my parents.

No goodbyes, nothing.

I honestly wouldn’t have known what to do without my parents. They helped me with everything and looked after my beautiful son while I was at uni or at work.

It was going great and I thought that I had finally figured everything out but that was until Luke turned 4.

And now I was on the way from Leeds to London to search for the one person that I never wanted to see for the rest of my life.

I haven’t heard of him since I left. If I had had a miscarriage he wouldn’t know. If I had died during giving birth, he wouldn’t know. He didn’t even know whether it was a boy or girl. I obviously knew a bit about him though.

It’s hard not to, since he was now such a successful Youtube celebrity. It’s funny how he was actually living together with the guy whose videos he showed me when we were 18.

I sometimes caught myself starring at his Youtube channel, but I have never dared to click on one of his videos. I wouldn’t bear seeing him. Sometimes it’s even hard for me to look at my son, since he looks like the mini version of him with lighter hair.

A monotonic voice announced that we had reached the underground station that I had to get off at.

I walked up the dirty stairs and after checking the directions I got on another bus. I hadn’t been in London for ages and just realized how much I had missed this beautiful place. I got off three stations later and started searching for the address that I was given.

As I passed the numbered houses and got closer to the one that I was searching for, my stomach was tied into a knot and I was seconds away from vomiting into Dan’s plants next to the his red front door.

I stared at the closed entrance for almost five minutes until I gathered the strength to ring the doorbell. I waited and while I hoped that nobody would answer I prayed that this was the right address and that I’d found him.

I nervously bit my bottom lip as the door opened. I immediately recognized the black haired boy. His hair was shorter and less emo but overall he hadn’t changed too much.

I wasn’t sure if Dan had mentioned my existence. I knew that he hadn’t told his fans.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. I’m Dan’s ex-girlfriend and I really need to see him.” I stuttered.

He looked at me with kind blue eyes and shortly after he introduced himself as Phil he guided me up the stairs.

As he saw that my hands were shaking he eyed me worriedly. Although I had already planned what to say a million times and imagined how this situation might go, I was still fatally nervous.

“Who is it ?” I heard somebody call. Phil opened the white door in front of us for me and without him following I entered the room.

The door fell shut, I heard Phil’s footsteps on the floor and then I saw him.

He was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper in the lounge. He looked up from the white pages as he saw me. A confused expression appeared on his still beautiful face. The 18 year old boy that I had left 5 years ago had turned into a man. He wasn’t slender anymore and his arms didn’t look like they were too large for his body. He got rid of his long hair just like his friend Phil. Although I loved his fringe I had to admit that this hair cut suited him very well.

“Y/N?” He asked as soon as he had recognized my face.

I had planned this on the train, tube and bus and now that it was happening I was speechless and my mouth wouldn’t open. I just nervously stood there feeling like the dumbest person in the entire world in the middle of his lounge.

'Why is he so damn beautiful’ I cried to myself.

“Why don’t you sit down” he asked politely. “Do you want some coffee or tea?”

 2 minutes later he returned from the kitchen and placed a cup of hot breakfast tea in front of me.

“So…” he started. “ How uhm- what happened after you left?”

“I moved back to my parents”

“Leeds, right?”

“Yeah”

“And the..”

“His name is Luke” I simply stated just to see his reaction.

He swallowed hard. “It’s a boy” he breathed and his eyes got watery.

I nodded looking away. Minutes of silence followed in which Dan tried to comprehend that there was an actual human being out there that shared his DNA.

“Do you need money, I thought you’d come sooner or later.”

“Money!? wait- what ..– no.” I said irritated.

“Okay, I get that you are probably asking yourself why I am here since you thought that you’d never see me again. To be honest Dan, I really wanted to never see you again. The person that left me alone, pregnant at 18.”

I swallowed hard but continued with a strong voice.

“I look at Luke and remember that you didn’t want him to survive. Luke looks so much like you and he doesn’t even know because he has never seen has biological father. “

Dan looked down, a hint of shame and regret surrounded him.

“When I come home from work at 10 pm he crawls into my bed and asks me where you are and why you aren’t here. And every time he asks me I don’t know what to say. Should I tell him that his father is gone because he exists? Should I tell him his father left because he didn’t want to be his dad?”

Dan slightly shook his head as if he were disagreeing, probably disappointed by his past self.

“Every time he asks who you are, I close the laptop tab that I had opened your Youtube channel in because if he saw your videos he’d want to see you in real life. And I would have to hear your voice while he stares at the screen.”

I heard my voice getting weaker, but there was still something to be said.

“When the doctors told us that Luke needed suitable stem cells after his chemotherapy in order to survive he asked me if he was going to be alright again and once again I didn’t know what to say.”

Dan’s lowered head snapped up as his eyes met mine and they were full of shock and horror.

“Every night I pray that the right someone would donate his or her stem cells that can be used for my little angel. Then this morning the doctor called me into his office to tell me that he checked the data and found out that Luke’s father could be a possible donor. And all I could think about was that I shouted 'the baby doesn’t need you’ in your face the last time we spoke.”

My voice broke as my whole body was shaking.

“Right now my 4 years old son is lying in a hospital bed and the only person that can save his life is the one that I’d still be together with if I had already ‘killed’ him 5 years ago.”

Dan’s expression spoke of unbelievable pain and every word that left my mouth was like another hit. There were tears in both of our eyes.

“And when Luke asked me where I was going today as I left his side at 4 in the morning to get here I answered : I’m going to get dad.”

Uma X Harry Headcannons

I’m new to the descendants fandom so bare with me, I really hope these don’t suck. I haven’t read the books or anything but I just really love these two together. Enjoy.

 

~They have a mutual understanding about their relationship. No strings whatsoever.  If they’re are strings, there are feelings and feelings equate to weakness. Neither of them can afford to be weak, especially on the Isle.

~The physical side of their relationship didn’t start until after the core four left. Mainly because the two were so wrapped up in Mal and all her glory to notice the potential they had. Mal and Uma had a complicated relationship, they were either scheming together or waging war against each other. There was no in between. A relationship like that kept Uma on edge, she didn’t have as much influence as the other VK, nor did her name strike fear into others the way Mal’s did. So she spent the majority of her time watching her back or making sure Mal watched hers. And Harry, he and Mal were known to have a bit of a thing going on, nothing serous but it was enough keep him up at night with thoughts of her.

~They constantly teased each other over their relationships with Mal, well, before she left them.

     “ Ay Shrimpy- I mean Captain, working on another failed attempt at undermining Mal." 

                                   "You’re hilarious hook, really, I’m dying of laughter.  But shouldn’t you be somewhere kissing her ass right about now.”

~When Mal announced she wanted to be good on live TV, it was the ultimate betrayal. Uma didn’t speak to anyone for weeks and after that incident no one but her crew is allowed to mention that traitor’s name around her. Unless they’re bad mouthing her.

~Unlike the majority of the people on the Isle, Harry wasn’t that surprised when it happened. He knew Mal after all, he knew that she longed to be accepted and loved by those around her without having to watch her back 24/7. He knew she wasn’t all bad, no matter how much she pretended to be. He wasn’t shocked, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him. He'd never admit it though.

~The first time they hooked up, it was during the citizenship ceremony. A day where the former villain kids would finally become official productive members of the Auradon society. Mal couldn’t stomach it so she left her mom’s shop and looked for solitude. Instead she found Harry on the black sands of the Isle, looking out onto the untouchable ocean. She didn’t say anything as she sat beside him, for a while the only thing they did was wallow in their own misery. They’ve must’ve been there a whole hour before Harry spoke up. Said something stupid that Uma can’t really remember. She didn’t let him finish before she smashed her lips into his. He didn’t pull away, just kissed her back, harder, faster, needier.  They both needed this, they needed to numb themselves.

~Sometimes, in the mornings, whoever wakes up first likes to watch over the other. They enjoy the feeling of seeing the other so peaceful, so free of the problems this cruel world has forced upon them.  It puts them at ease. They both never get caught, they’re too sneaky to get caught.

~Harry likes to call Uma love when they’re alone, or with just Gil who’s usually to spaced out to notice. He doesn’t use the nickname in public, he knows better but he doesn’t hesitate to use it when they’re alone. She never reacts but she likes the way it rolls of his tongue.

~Uma taught Harry how to swim. It was a nice experience, one of the purest memories either of them had. The lesson only lasted an hour and a half before things got a little too feely for both of them. It came to close to date material, they never mention it. But to this day, whenever Harry looks out onto the water he can’t help but to think of her.

~Harry’s the only one whose seen Uma without her braids. Sure it was an accident, he wasn’t even supposed to be on their ship in the first place but he needed to get away from the Jolly Roger for awhile. He didn’t know Uma would be there, in the middle of the night, delicately undoing each and every braid.  He watched from a crack in the doorway that lead to the captain’s quarters. Her real hair was a big array of  aqua and black curls, long and beautiful. He had never seen her look so beautiful. The first urge he had was to walk in and stroke each and every strand. To kiss her shoulders and do things that he shouldn’t do when they were, y'know, doing that.  Because if he did those things, this time would mean more than the others. They’d both be vulnerable, in more ways than one and that was something he couldn’t afford to be. So he turned his back and made his way to the black sands, hoping to escape his thoughts of the sea witch. He didn’t succeed.

~Uma is the only one who can read him. The majority of people on the island think its impossible and they’re wrong. He’s just not easy to figure out. To the outside world he’s either as cold as ice, or completely and utterly insane. But she knows of the mask he wears, whenever he feels too much, he’s stone. But he can’t hide the emotions that run wild in his eyes. And when he’s feeling nothing, you’ll see his wicked grin and unprecedented outbursts. His small attempt at forcing himself to feel something, anything. And his eyes, behind the constant eyebrow movements, are dead. She knows this and she’s completely aware of how when they’re alone, his face is like hard. Almost like a statue . She knows he feels things for her, but she’d never hold it against him. She could never do that, she would never want to either. Uma couldn’t hurt him because deep down she knows, she has feelings for him too. He’s not the only one wearing a mask.

~Over the course of their relationship they’ve grown a deep respect and mutual understanding for each other. DO NOT CONFUSE IT WITH LOVE! It’ll never be that…..

Electricity // Julian Albert x Reader

Summary: You go to the precinct to have your daily lunch with your older brother, Barry, only to find he has resigned. You encounter Julian Albert the man you’ve had feelings for for the past year and in the moment you two have alone it seems he’s been doing the same.

Just a little bit of fluff

Word count: 1,139

Warnings: None

You step into the lab for your daily lunch with Barry. You had been gone for the week and had missed your talks with your older brother. You had come straight from the airport to make it to your scheduled time with Barry. Except when you step inside, he’s not there.

It’s not like the other times you get there and he’s not there, in the past you could assume he was just doing some Flash business. You couldn’t say that this time, because not only was he gone but so was his desk and all his belongings.

You stand in the doorway looking quite confused.

“What did I miss?” You mumble.

“Hey Y/N,” Julian says while brushes past you. “What are you doing here?” He asks, genuinely interested.

You and Julian had become friends even though him and Barry didn’t get along. You guys weren’t exactly best friends mainly because you knew if you two got too close he could find out Barry’s secret. You like Julian, you really do, you could even say you may have feelings for him. However, you know you have to protect Barry’s secret, even if it means giving up a chance with a guy you really like. Even so, it’s not like he felt the same way.

“I was just here to see Barry,” you say, hoping you hadn’t been lost in thought for too long.

“Oh,” he says, gaze trailing down to the side.

You weren’t aware of it, but Julian does indeed have feelings for you. It’s been that way ever since the two of you met a year ago out at a bookshop. He thought you were this sweet, intelligent and just absolutely ravishing girl. He still liked you when he found out you were Barry’s sister, in fact, he considers the day he found out to be the day he truly fell for you.

This sweet, quiet girl came into the lab one day and just swept him off his feet. Julian got to see a whole other side of you when you were here with Barry. You were this out-going, confident, and just all around sexy women. It was a complete 180 but for some reason you still seemed to be the same person. That’s what he loved most about you, no matter who you were with, how you were acting, you always stayed the same. You truly know who you are.

He takes a seat at his desk before continuing, “Didn’t Barry tell you?”

“He couldn’t reach me,” you shrug while walking up to the edge of his desk. “What didn’t he tell me?” You tilt your head to the side.

His heart sank a little. You were here on your daily lunch with Barry. He thought you knew he no longer worked here and that, for some reason, you were here to see him. He knew it was silly of him to think someone like you would go for a guy like him and you thought vice versa.

“Barry doesn’t work here anymore,” Julian clarifies, trying to hide his hurt. “He resigned a couple of days ago, I’m not sure why.” He shrugs, acting as if he doesn’t know. He thinks you will be quite upset to learn he made Barry quit.

“Oh,” you sigh. Why would he just resign like that? Without telling you? You know you need to go talk to him, to get to the bottom of this. “Well, I’ll just be going then,” you sigh before turning around.

A sudden jolt of adrenaline surges through Julian. He stands up and grabs your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“Wait,” he says, realizing what’s going on he grows nervous. He doesn’t know what to say from here. All he knows is he feels electricity just from touching you, and so do you. “Why don’t you stay?” He asks in a nervous voice, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You smile, could it be possible he has feelings for you too? Though, it doesn’t matter. The two of you can’t be together, not with having to hide Barry’s secret.

“I don’t want to interrupt your work,” you try to find a way out of this situation without being rude or hurting him. “Plus, I really should go talk to Barry.”

His hand moves from your wrist to your hand, brushing his fingers against yours. They linger and you just want him to hold your hand.

“Listen, Y/N,” he says lightly, taking your hand in his as you wished. “I don’t know how to tell you this but,” he pauses, he really doesn’t know what he’s going to say. What if he proclaims his love for you and you don’t feel the same?

You grow nervous at the pause. What is going on in his head? What if he does have feelings for and tells you? Do you tell him that you have feelings for him too? Even though the two of you can’t be together, do you tell him that too?

“I really don’t know how to say this,” he lightly chuckles while looking down at his desk. The little smile on his face when he laughs makes your heart melt.

“Just say it,” you speak quietly, encouragingly. All the worries leave your head and you just want to know if he feels the way for you as you do him.

He hesitantly looks up to make eye contact with you. You can see through his eyes that he’s thinking about what his next move is. You see him slowly leaning in and you don’t even have to think about it before you follow. You close your eyes and wait for the gap between you two to close.

You feel his lips connect with your and you lean in even more, immediately responding by kissing him back. Your lips move in unison, as if you two have kissed a million times before. Almost as if you two were meant to be. You can feel this electricity between the two of you and suddenly you know how it feels to be struck by lightning. The smile you feel present on his face makes your heart flutter. The kiss is sweet and gentle yet passionate, you both can feel the longing you two have had for this moment.

You two pull apart, leaning your foreheads against one another’s. You can feel each other’s breath as you try to refill your lungs with oxygen. You look up into his already staring eyes and you both smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do that,” he breathes out.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” you breathe.

His smile grows wider before he grabs both of your cheeks and pulls you into another kiss.

A Different Path

A/N: Hi, yeah this is absolute CRAP. The entire story line is rushed. But I had to post something, since I promised. Maybe a fluffy part 2?

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X female reader

Word Count: 1,657?

Warnings: Trash writing if that counts

Your heels clicked on the concrete ground as you walked back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, of three years. Your arms tightly secured around your body trying to regain warmth from the December air.  Your head was held low, looking down at the ground as you walked, ignoring all of the decorations the city had set up for the Christmas time. Something you always admired when going on walks, but the news you had just heard being replayed in your head on repeat was battering your mood.

Your dream was crushed only a few hours ago. Something you always wanted to experience ever since you were a kid, was ruined. When you heard the words coming from the doctor’s voice it felt as if ten pounds of stress and anxiety was placed on your shoulders. You wanted to cry, of course you did. But you always held everything inside. You’ve never really cried when you were sad. You always kept all of your feelings inside.

The more you thought about the news you were told, the more you thought about the disappointment Shawn would feel. When you two first met it was something he was very adamant on. But you told him you were on the same page as him. You still are on that same page, but now you just don’t feel the same way about the whole situation anymore.

Shawn talked about wanting to make a future with you after the fifth date. And you were sure of it that he was thinking of it after the first. It was love at first sight, he always told you that. Every time it caused your cheeks to blush. Even though you two had been together for three years, he always knew how to make your cheeks turn pink.

You didn’t even realized you were standing by your front door, because your mind was racing a million miles a minute. You reached into your purse to grab your keys to open the door. Taking a deep breath you pushed the key into the key hole and pushed the door open. You looked up from the ground to see an asleep Shawn on the couch. You smiled to yourself while looking at him. He was laying with his legs tight to his chest because if he stretched his legs out they would be dangling half way off the couch.  

You sighed glad that you have time to think of what to say. You quietly placed your keys into the key holder, while putting your purse on the counter, you took your coat off and put it into the coat room, and you took of your Ugg boots. You silently ran into the bathroom to take a shower. It was something you always did ever since you were a kid. You always took a long shower to clean out your mind, and to help you think straight.

You let the heated water run over your entire body while you began to think of ways to tell Shawn. Also, thinking of ways to try and make him stay with you once you tell him. You knew that he was going to be upset, just as upset as you are. But it’s your fault that you won’t be able to give him what he has always wanted.

***

Once you got out of the shower you walked into your bedroom with just a towel on, looking for some comfy clothes to change into. Shawn was lying on the bed on his phone, with a slight smirk on his face when he saw you in just a towel. “Hey love.” Shawn said getting up and walking over to you. You smiled a hopefully convincing smile towards him, as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

You quickly move away from him while walking away to Shawn’s dresser to grab one of his t-shirts. Then you moved to your dresser to grab underwear and some sweat shorts. Shawn furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. You walked into the bathroom to change in the bathroom. Shawn had been watching you the entire time, confused and concerned. He immediately thought that something was wrong with you, and he was right. Once you walked into the bathroom he sat back down on the bed waiting for you to come back out.

It was about fifteen minutes later after you stepped into the bathroom and Shawn started to get worried. He started to bite his lip nervously as he walked up to the bathroom door. He hesitantly knocked on the door. “Y/N, are you okay?” Shawn asked with a worried tone. You sat silent for a few moments wiping your eyes of the tears that you didn’t know were falling down your cheeks.

You never thought that news like this would hurt as much as it did. You didn’t want it to hurt as much as it did. You wanted to stop thinking about it, but all you kept thinking about was how this is your punishment for something, but you didn’t know what. God didn’t want you to have kids, for some reason.

“Y/N?” Shawn asked you again, you stood up from sitting on the ground with your back against the side of the bathtub. You looked into the mirror, you noticed how puffy and red your eyes looked. A look on yourself you don’t see often. You wiped your eyes once more, hoping it won’t be noticeable.

“I’m fine.” You said as you opened the door and walked passed him. He reached for you arm, and spun you around to look at him. His eyes were looking deep into yours. His eyebrows furrowed. “Were you crying?” He asked. You shook your head, loosening your arm from his grip. “No, I wasn’t. I don’t. I just wasn’t okay?” You stuttered while walking into the living room, away from him. He was quick to follow you.

“I know when you’re not fine, Y/N.” Shawn said while following you. You ignored what he said, the thought that has been in your head all day screaming at you to tell him. But you can’t. “Please tell me what is wrong.” He pleated with you.

You couldn’t look at him, you couldn’t look at him with this secret that was eating the inside of you. “I’m, I’m bro-broken.” You spoke with your voice breaking from a sob that passed through your lips. Shawn rushed to your side and pulled you to his arms quickly. You wrapped your arms around his back, as you melted into his strong hold.

“You’re not broken, love. Tell me what’s the matter.” Shawn asked resting his chin on the top of your head. It was time, you thought. Standing in his arms was the right time to tell him.

“I-I can’t…” You mumbled. “I can’t have kids.” You finally said. You felt Shawn’s body tighten. He still held you comforting you as much as he could. He could tell that this was hurting you to tell him. It came to him as a shock, mainly because it was something you two always talked about.

The silence was killing you. You hated not knowing if he wanted to blow up in your face, saying things like he wasted three years of his life on you, just to not have kids in the end. Or he would be understanding and comforting for you. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, but it wasn’t a comfortable one either. Each second of him pondering, felt like hours.

“There’s other ways to have kids, Y/N. We could adopt, or get a surrogate. There’s so many ways for us to have kids.” He said running his fingers through your hair, trying to calm you down.

You pulled away from him with your eyebrows furrowed together. “But that’s not how I wanted to have kids Shawn! I wanted to have little kids that reminded me that we created them. And I can’t do that for us! I wanted to experience being pregnant, and giving birth. But I can’t do that. And now I don’t even know if I want kids anymore because I can’t experience these things.” You yelled.

“I know that you always wanted to experience those things but, no matter what way we have kids, we still will get to be parents and in the end that’s all that matters!  And please don’t say you don’t want kids because I know that’s a lie! You and I getting to be parents together is something you and I always talk about. Yes, I’m sad that we won’t get to experience the whole you being pregnant and giving birth. But us being parents to five wonderful kids its an experience for a lifetime. However way we do it, I’ll be happy that you are the mother of my kids.”

Shawn had his hands rested on your shoulders trying to make you look up at him. Once you looked up into his eyes, you noticed how he seemed genuine. A small smile formed to your lips. It still shocked you that Shawn wasn’t upset with you that you couldn’t have kids. But he still wanted to have a future with you. And that was something that made you feel all warm inside.

“Five kids?” You asked, trying to calm the tense air with some humor. He smiled a toothy smile and chuckled slightly. He pulled you into a tight hug, he began to run his hands up and down your back. The feeling relaxing any nerves you still had in you.

“Yeah five kids. Three boys and two girls.” Shawn kissed your temple for a short time before resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you, Shawn.” You spoke.

“I love you more.”

New Man (Part 4)

Originally posted by myachaelclifford

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 

His hand landed on your hip and he pinched at your skin. “I regret leaving you, Y/N. So I’m fixing my mistakes. I want this. I want you back in my life and I want my family back. Will you marry me?”  

     You felt exhausted and your body ached as you forced yourself out from bed. You had felt like this for about a week now. It seemed like each day you were feeling tired more than ever. You found yourself shuffling into the bathroom and let out a huff. The change had hit you slowly; the feeling of being exhausted and bloated wasn’t fun. It had gotten to the point where you were starting to wonder if you were becoming sick. You grabbed your toothbrush from its place and wet the bristles before spreading the toothpaste on it. You were finally off from work, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have stuff to do. With a toddler you were always at work. After Scott and Raine had met three weeks ago he had been spending more time at your home and even spending the night. It was part of your way to ease Raine into seeing Scott frequently. If he was going to be in your every day life then being around your daughter was a must. 

It hadn’t dawned on you that you had nearly slept the morning away. The minute your eyes landed on the clock you went into a frenzy. You and Luke had an appointment with a possible daycare center Raine would be attending. The meeting was at 12:30 and already it was 11:50. You still weren’t dressed and Raine was most likely asleep since you hadn’t woken her up or fed her at all. You swiped your phone from off the charger and dialed up Luke. You pressed the phone up to your ear and raced into Raine’s room. “Come on Raine Cloud we gotta go,” you cooed, running your finger over her cheek. It was a habit you had picked up from Luke, a method he used to wake her up. The sound of Luke’s voicemail filled the line and you let out a groan. Once Raine had stirred twice at your actions, you picked her up from the crib. At the same time you called Luke again this time putting the call on speaker as you went to change Raine.

“Hello?” Luke’s voice filled the air making you let out a sigh of relief. You began to take Raine’s pajamas off and grabbed the baby wipes.

“Hey so I woke up late and I’m just waking Raine up now,” you told him, “We might be like two minutes late, but just wait for us outside the daycare alright?” You grabbed a fresh diaper from a stack and grinned at Raine. “Good morning sleepy head,” you cooed at the child, lifting her legs up to slide the new diaper under her. You were never late for anything, so at the moment your whole day was at a setback.

“Why don’t I just pick you two up? I’m at Ashton’s right now so I’m literally down the street and that saves you time on trying to find a place to park,” Luke replied, you could hear shuffling and voices in the background. Your face scrunched up at his words and you began to chew on your bottom lip in thought. Somehow Luke could sense your hesitation and he spoke up before you could say anything. “Y/N you’re already running late just let me make it easier for you. I’ll be there in ten,” Luke said.

“Fine. Can you pick up breakfast too? I’ll give Raine a bottle for now, but I don’t have time to eat,” you agreed. Luke had muttered something you couldn’t quite hear, but you assumed it was that he was on his way. “Thanks I’ll see you soon,” you said, ending the call. “You ready to see daddy?” you asked, Raine, tickling her stomach and making her laugh. You placed her down and began to look in the closet for some clothes. Finally you had settled on dressing Raine in a polka dot dress Liz had gotten for her with a gold bow to match. By the time you had laid her down on the toy mat in the living room and made a bottle, Luke had arrived. 

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Luke questioned the minute he took a look at you. Your hand went up to grab your hair and you gave him a sheepish smile. You handed the bottle of formula over to him.

“Shit I’m like scattered brained today,” you sighed. Luke’s eyebrows furrowed at your words and he watched as you raced to your room to get ready. A thought entered his mind and he shook it away not wanting to believe what he was thinking was actually happening. Minutes later you emerged ready to go. “Do I look okay?” you asked Luke, turning around so that he could see your outfit at full. You wanted to make a good impression on the principal of the daycare. Luke’s eyes scanned over your body and he smiled to himself. Your eyebrows rose at him in question and he cleared his throat.

“Y-Yeah you look great,” he said, going back to getting Raine in her shoes and jacket. You collected your stuff and the three of you left out to catch your meeting. The car ride was abnormally quite and for some reason you felt nervous about being around Luke. Your dynamic with him had always been weird ever since you two split up. Co-parenting with someone you had once loved, possibly still loved was never easy. “Oh I got you some Dunkin’ Donuts it’s in the backseat,” Luke commented, eyes locked on the road as he hummed along to the music. You turned in your spot and reached for the brown paper bag. Silence filled the air once again and you opened the bag. Inside was about four donuts. Two of them being your favorite and the other two jelly filled. You grabbed the chocolate glazed donut and took a bite out of it. Your face scrunched up as you began to chew, the feeling of nausea hitting you. You tossed the donut back into the bag and grabbed the jelly filled one instead. “So uh how’s Steven?” Luke questioned, trying to make small talk. He glanced into the rear view mirror to take a look at Raine. She was busy watching some cartoon you had placed on and drinking the baby formula. 

“Scott,” you corrected through a mouth full of powdered jelly donut. Luke glanced over to you and did a double take.

“Hey! I grabbed the jelly filled for myself. Chocolate one is for you,” he commented. You took another bite of the donut and shook your head. “Scott I mean. How’s Scott?” Luke asked, turning the corner. The two of you had five minutes before the appointment started. You swallowed the food and let out a deep sigh.

“He’s good. How are the boys?” you muttered, trying to change the subject. You didn’t feel like talking about Scott mainly because recently the two of you had gotten into an argument which as a result you weren’t talking at the moment, and you didn’t want Luke to know about it. “I should really stop by and see them,” you said. You use to have a close relationship with Luke’s friends. Ever since the breakup you had distance yourself from them. Luke pulled into the parking lot of the daycare and stopped the car.

“They’re good. Crazy bunch like always,” he said, grabbing the bag from you and pulling out the second powdered jelly donut. “You didn’t even touch the ones I got you,” he sighed, still on the fact that you were eating his donut. 

“The taste of it makes me want to throw up,” you nonchalantly told him, unbuckling your seat belt. Your words had made Luke pause in action and the thought he had from earlier entered his mind. “Okay are you ready?” you said, lifting down the visor so you could look at your reflection. You wiped the powder off your lips and reapplied your lipstick. You got out the car and Luke went to unbuckle Raine from the car seat. The minute she had Luke’s attention she began to talk to him about the show she had just watched. He carried Raine as you both walked towards the entrance of the daycare. You had been looking around for a few daycare centers for about two months now. It was getting to a point where neither you or Luke wanted to pay for a sitter while you both worked. At least with the daycare Raine would be in one place with other children. If you and Luke needed a sitter over the weekend or at night then it’ll work out. After looking around and arguing with Luke about which daycare would be best, the two of you finally agreed on one. Now it was time for you to talk with the principal and get a tour of the place before you actually decided.

     “Now we do keep the children for just an hour after the daycare closes just in case the parents are running late,” the principal said, handing both you and Luke a pamphlet. “Of course we don’t want the parents to make a habit out of it so the limit stops at four,” he explained. You and Luke nodded at his words and you flipped through the pamphlet. 

“Some weekends Raine will be with her dad, so do I need to call you all in advance to let you know he’ll be picking her up?” you asked, pen poised in one hand as you looked up at the principal. 

“That wouldn’t be necessary because you’re both enrolling her into the daycare. If it was just you signing the papers and we haven’t really discussed her father then yes we would need to be notified. Now this is for anyone picking Raine up on your behalf.” You nodded at his words and began to scribble down some notes. Raine was sat in your lap, head rested on your chest and sucking at her thumb. She had been quiet throughout the whole meeting so far. “This daycare is focused on taking care of the child, so if you have any more questions please do ask,” he smiled.

“Do you all teach the children? I know once they get to kindergarten that they’ll start to learn the basics, but Raine is one years old and still learning to talk, so I was wondering if you all teach the children words and read to them,” Luke questioned, his eyebrows rose up at the end of his question. You found yourself smiling at what he said. Even though Luke didn’t seem to care much about anything he was always serious when it came to talking about his daughter. Wanting only the best for her at all times. 

“Yes we do teach the children,” the principal responded, “We don’t go as into teaching that an actual school would do, but we will help the children develop basic language skills and help them interact with other children their age.” Luke nodded seeming to be satisfied with the answer he received. His attention turned towards you. 

“Should we ask about discipline?” Luke muttered loud enough for you to hear. You perked up at his question and nodded. “We have a question on discipline. Uh Y/N and I don’t spank Raine. We both strictly agreed that physical punishment is something we just don’t do,” Luke said.

“We go for an alternative method when Raine does something wrong. A stern voice usually works, but we don’t yell at her. If she throws a tantrum we just calmly ask her what’s wrong and allow her to calm down when she’s ready to talk,” you finished off what Luke was going to say. “So we would like to keep it that way and make sure that no one physically hurts our child.” The principal leaned back in his chair and he let out a sigh. You gave him a sheepish smile and began to chew on your bottom lip. 

“We try and follow whatever the parents request us to do, so if that’s the way you handle Raine then we will respect your wishes and handle her in that exact manner. So are you ready for the tour?” You all stood up from your spots and Raine immediately began to whine, her semi nap being disturbed from your movements. She reached out for Luke and he pulled her out of your arms. The three of you left the office and began the tour around the daycare. “We care for various children from babies near seven months to six year olds,” the principal said. You all took a stop in front of a classroom. “We have a variety of activities for the children to do. This room being our art class with Ms.Cane,” he said, pushing open the door. You and Luke took a peek inside, catching the attention of a few children. The tour went on from there. Both you and Luke getting to take a look inside the classrooms and watching how the daycare providers interacted with the children.

“It looks nice and very clean,” you whispered in Luke’s ear. You felt him grab your hand as the two of you walked to the next room. The action took you by surprise and you looked at him with a glint in your eye. A small smile came across your face and you just squeezed his hand in response. It almost felt like old times. 

“What do you feed the children?” Luke asked, realizing you all were nearing the kitchen. 

“We do the balanced meal. All healthy and organic food of course. We can’t help but to give them a little sugary treat with their meals,” the principal chuckled, holding the door open for you and Luke to enter the kitchen. “It’s mealtime in about five minutes so let’s see what’s been made,” he smiled. The minute you entered the kitchen and the smell of spaghetti hit you, you were ready to throw up. Your hand flew up to cover over your mouth and you could feel the pressure of it in your throat. 

“W-Where’s the bathroom?” you quickly asked. 

“Down the hall. Third door on the right,” the principal responded. You didn’t even get a chance to thank him and made a dash out the kitchen. You couldn’t have ran fast enough, pushing the bathroom door open and entering one of the stalls. Your knees hit against the cold tile floor and you began to empty the contents of your stomach out into the toilet. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your throat burned. After a few minutes you coughed and spit the after taste from your mouth. You grabbed the toilet paper and wiped your mouth before tossing it in the toilet and flushing. You let out a deep sigh and pinched at the bridge of your nose. “Dammit,” you muttered to yourself, mind racing back to figure out why you felt this way. Deep down you knew what was wrong. For weeks you had been avoiding the test that sat in your bathroom cabinet. You wanted to just chalk it down to you being sick. It was possible especially with it being the flu season. This wasn’t the case and you knew it. 

You stood up and left the bathroom stall. Turning on the faucet,  your washed your hands and then took some water in your mouth to rinse it. You weren’t sure how long you had been in the bathroom. Staring at your reflection and taking in your appearance. Your cheeks looked fuller and as you were taking in details you realized your breasts had swelled a bit too. Finally you left the bathroom, running into Luke as you did so. “Hey. Sorry about that I’m just not feeling well today,” you told Luke, “Where’s Raine?” He stared at you for a good minute and then exhaled loudly through his nose.

“She’s playing with a few of the kids. Just to see if she could handle it,” Luke responded. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare. His blue eyes trained on your every movement. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you chuckled, trying to shrug him off. Luke’s hand came up to rub at his facial hair and his eyes closed. You knew this action all too well. It was something Luke had done when he was contemplating asking a question that had been nagging at the back of his mind.

“Are you pregnant?” Luke finally asked after a moment of silence. You looked down at your feet when he asked the question. His hands stuffed into his jean pockets and Luke gave you a hard glare. “You’re suddenly nauseous at certain smells, you took one bite from your favorite donut and felt like you had to throw up. Waking up late and “scattered brained” Y/N you never get scattered brained,” Luke listed off. “Not to mention-” He had made a gesture at his chest in reference to your breasts.  

“I don’t know…maybe,” you said, the words barely audible. Luke’s jaw clenched at your words and he let out a scoff. “I haven’t taken the test yet, but I’m 80% sure that I am pregnant,” you told him, voice cracking at the end. 

“Let me guess it’s Scott’s right,” he bitterly chuckled. “Honestly that’s great, Y/N! You always said you wanted more children and now you got it. Just not with me of course, but that-that is totally fine,” he spat. Luke’s tone had grown in anger and your head lifted up fast at his words. You frowned in annoyance and your arms crossed over your chest.  

“We’re not discussing this now and I’m not sure if I even want to talk to you about it anyway,” you snapped back. “Besides whatever I choose it’s none of your business. It’s between me and Scott,” you said, walking off to head back the way you had came. Luke had some nerve blowing up on you like that especially after the stunt he had pulled three and a half months ago. You weren’t even sure if you were pregnant and if so whether you wanted to have Scott’s child or not. It was still early in your relationship with him. Not to mention Luke’s words had really struck a chord with you. He was clearly angry at the fact that you were possibly carrying another man’s child and it only made you question the relationship you two shared. 

Rachel's powers

I really like the theory that Rachel has control over the wind and becomes the tornado after her own death. Mainly because it still makes the two final game options legit because of different reasons- you either let Chloe die and make her reunite with Rachel or you save Chloe and let Rachel have her revenge on Arcadia Bay.