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Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

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“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

           You rolled your eyes, “Married,” You held up your left hand and showed off the rings that you proudly wore every day out of love to your husband.  Jessie let out a small laugh as the two of you walked down the streets of Toronto.  

Since Shawn had left for tour about three months ago, Jessie stepped up her best friend role by keeping you occupied whenever Shawn was away.  Out of the three months he’d been touring, Shawn had been home for three days.  So it got lonely with it just being you, especially since this was the first time Shawn was away for a substantial amount of time since you had been married.

 So to fill up all the empty time, Jessie suggested that the two of you take cooking lessons at a place in down town Toronto.  You thought it was a wonderful idea, seeing as you couldn’t even cook pasta correctly, and Shawn got a kick out of the idea of you being in a kitchen setting.  

A little bell dinged over your head when you opened the door to a coffee shop that was a block down from where you and Jessie took your kitchen lessons. The two of you stood in line to order your drinks in silence.  Once it was your turn to order, you asked for an iced latte, even though it was February and snow was on the ground.  The cashier gave you a ticket number to place on the table so the water could find you when your drink was ready.  After Jessie ordered her decaf coffee, the two of you found a seat by the window.

“Ethan knows you’re married, right?”

You nodded your head as you crossed your right leg over your left, “Called me Mrs. Mendes as I left today after he tried to make a move.”

Jessie cringed, “Like I can see the appeal to having a little crush on someone who’s married––they’re unattainable in a sense––but dude,” Jessie paused her words when a server brought your drinks over to the table, “Keep it to yourself and don’t be a home wrecker.”

You took a sip of your cold drink and stifled a laugh, “I honestly think he doesn’t care, and it kinda freaks me out?”  Your statement came out as more of a question, “Like when he was trying to show me the correct way to cut whatever it was and he came around from behind—almost like the boy trying to teach the girl how to swing a golf club?”  Jessie nodded, understanding your analogy, “I just feel weird.”

“Do you want to get a different teacher?”  Jessie asked in all seriousness.

You shook your head, “I’m sure it’ll calm down.”

It was a Tuesday night, and instead of it being spent in your bed reading a good book, you were pacing your room on the phone with your husband.  You understood that the life he led was full of uncertainty and things popping up last minute, and even after years of dealing with it, the feeling of being let down grew more and more familiar.

“Andrew won’t let you do it earlier?” You brought your left hand to hold onto your right arm as you paced around the bedroom.

You heard Shawn sigh on the other end, “I already asked,”

 Shawn was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, so while you were just ending your day, he was just beginning his.  He was supposed to come home Thursday for five days and then get back on the road.   But now it seemed as though the plans had changed. Shawn was to be in Cape Town for an extra two days, if you included a day and a half for traveling, and he would essentially only be home for three days.  

 “Should you even bother coming home?” You questioned him as you went over to the bay area window of your apartment that gave you a perfect view of down town, “I know you don’t do well with traveling, and I don’t want to disrupt your tour schedule––“

“Y/n,” Shawn spoke assertively into the phone, “You’re my wife, of course I still want to come home.”

“I don’t want you to work yourself too hard––“

“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to come home,” Shawn spoke hesitantly into the phone, “Is something going on?”

Your eyes widened and you felt the nerves in your stomach kick in full gear. You weren’t hiding anything from him, but your mind drifted over to Ethan and how odd he’d been acting lately. Of course you had no further interaction with him other than him teaching you how to cook, but you didn’t want Shawn to find out that the chef had been flirting with you.

“Of course I want you home,” You looked down at your left hand and smiled down at the two rings on your finger, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Shawn instantly replied back.  It was silent for a moment until you heard another voice on Shawn’s end, “Are you sure I don’t need to worry about anything?”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m your husband,” Shawn let out a small laugh, “It’s my job.”  You let out a small laugh as well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the not so subtle advances Ethan has tried on you. But after a moment of silence, Shawn spoke up, “I have to go, but text me throughout the day?  I’m not sure when I’ll be able to pick up the phone and actually talk.”

“Yeah,” You answered him dismally, “I can do that,”

“I love you.” Shawn spoke into the phone.

 With a stinging feeling pricking behind your eyes, you let out a breathy laugh to cover up your heavy heart of not being able to see your husband as soon as you thought, “I love you too,”

You hung up the phone and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.  Of course supporting Shawn was something you would do no matter what, but with him constantly being away, it was beginning to take a toll on you.  You thought that it would be better once you got married, but that wasn’t the case.

Then a thought that you never once crossed your mind in all of the years you and Shawn had been together; what would it be like to be with someone, to have dated or be married to, that wasn’t him?  To have someone who wasn’t constantly traveling the world and spent more time on a tour bus than with his wife?

 Trouble in Canada?

            Newlyweds Shawn and Y/n Mendes are no stranger to the media, especially when it comes with rumors circulating their marriage.  Just a few months’ shy of their first wedding anniversary, the couple has been caught in the middle of a few fiascos.

           If we’re being quite honest with ourselves, keeping up with the Kardashians is easier than these two.

           Currently, Mr. Mendes is on his world tour, about to start the European leg. Earlier in the week, Shawn was supposed to be traveling home to spend a short break with the Misses before the European part of his tour officially kicked off.  But according to a source close to Mr. Mendes, he had to stay in Cape Town, South Africa for a few more days.

           “He tried everything he could to get out of staying,” The source tells, “He misses Y/n dearly, and even with the amount of times they call each other of FaceTime in a day, it’s not the same as talking to each other face to face.”

           But as Shawn slips into a land of everlasting bliss between he and his wife, it looks like Y/n has been spending her time with someone else as of late. Below, pictures of Y/n and a mystery man have appeared over the course of a few weeks, starting just after Shawn left home to tour around the world.

           “There’s been a noticeable change in him,” A different source, who has requested to remain anonymous, added in, “Everyone around him knows how much he loves his wife, so when he saw pictures of her with another man in that room, it really hit him.”

           Since pictures emerged of Y/n and the mystery man, people have commented that Mr. Mendes has been distant and more quiet than usual.  “It’s another reason why he wants to get back to Toronto so bad, he wants to settle things with Y/n.  He’s tried to convince himself that it’s just a misunderstanding, but everyone around him knows how it’s already going to play out–and it’s not going to end well.  It seems like he’s catching on.  Those pictures leave no room for questioning what’s going on between his wife and someone that is not Shawn.” 

           Have Shawn and Y/n Mendes followed in the steps of many other famous couples, and not been able to handle their marriage in the spot light?  We were banking on the couple hitting the five-year marriage mark before anything like this happened.  

 What do you all think? Leave your comments in the section below.

           “Hey, Shawn,” You sighed into the phone as it was the fourth time he had missed your call, “It’s me, again.”  Pacing around your room, you didn’t know what was going on with him that made him miss your calls multiple times.  Usually, he wouldn’t ever miss one, and if he did, he would call you back ten minutes later profusely apologizing.

           You had enough with pacing around your room, so you took a seat at the edge of your bed.  It didn’t stop the nerves though as your leg began to bounce, “I’m just calling to check up, it’s uh,” You looked over at the clock on your wall, “It’s almost midnight here, and I don’t know where you are,” Your voice dwindled off at the end, “I hope you’re having a great day, or that you’re getting a good rest because you work yourself too hard,” You tried to lighten your own mood by letting out a laugh, “Just call me back, I love you and can’t wait to see you when you get home.”

           Quickly, you hung up the phone and dropped your head to rest between your knees.  Your whole body felt off, there was a reason why Shawn wasn’t calling you back and you couldn’t think of anything.  The thought of him purposefully ignoring you felt like being stabbed in the chest with the knife twisting.  Your head started to pound, and you couldn’t help but start to chew the inside of your lip, your nervous habit that you always found yourself doing right before you felt like you were about to cry.

           You slowly made your up to your pillows on the bed and slowly made your way under the covers.  You brought the white sheets up to where they were tucked under your chin and curled up.  You really thought that you had your breathing under control, but when the thought struck you that this was the first time where you didn’t know where in the world your husband was, the tears came and they wouldn’t stop.

           “I haven’t heard from him in a few days,” You spoke to Jessie as the two of you walked into the building for your weekly cooking class, “Not even a––“

           “Y/n,” You were cut off when you heard a familiar voice call your name, you cringed a bit, and turned to the right to see the cooking instructor, Ethan, “Thought you weren’t going to make it in for this lesson?” 

           You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t supposed to because my hus–––“

           “I’m glad you could join,” He cut you off, with a gleaming smile, before the word husband could make its way out of your mouth. The way he was looking at you made you slightly uncomfortable so you awkwardly smiled and looked the other direction without a reply.

           With a nod of your head, you gave Jessie an odd look that she returned.  The two of you made your way over to a little a cooking station and placed your bags under the table.  Jessie and you chatted as other people strolled into the class area and set up in their usual position as Ethan made small talk with the people around him.

           Once the time came to start the class, Ethan clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll be learning how to make a steak dinner,” He looked over and into your eyes, “For two.” 

           Jessie leaned over to you and whispered, “I think I threw up a little.”  You stifled a laugh because you shared the same reaction.  

           First, you and Jessie both successfully made the creamy scalloped potatoes and the little side Caesar salad to go along with the steak. You then seasoned the steak, put the steak to bake in the oven for a few minutes, and then turned on the gas burner to cook the steak on.  You put canola oil in the pan, butter, garlic, rosemary and thyme as you took the steak out of the oven.  As you pulled the oven pan out, you bumped into someone.  

           “Oh, I’m sorry––“

            “You’re fine,” the voice of Ethan filled the air. You scrunched your nose up as he took a step closer to you from behind and, along with your hand, he took hold of the oven pan and settled it on the counter top.  Jessie side glanced over as she cooked her steak, and all you could do was widened your eyes and beg for help.

            Ethan then took a pair of tongs and placed the steak in the sizzling pan, “So, now what you do––“

           “I can help her cooking the steak,” Jessie cut the teacher off.

           Ethan shook his head, “I’ve got it.  I should help my students out.”

           You cleared your throat, “I can handle it, someone else may need your help––” 

           “What am I getting paid to do if I don’t help you out?” Ethan raised an eye. 

           But you were backing down easily.  He’d made other advances on you during other lessons and this was your time to put your foot down, “I’m fine––“

            “Mrs. Mendes––“

           “Yes, Mrs. Mendes,” You stumbled over your words and began to talk faster than the speed of light with hand motions. Because whenever you got extremely nervous, you always seemed to talk with your hands, “That’s my name, the one and only, and the prefix indicates that I’m married––“

           It seemed like Ethan didn’t like you mentioning how you were married and very much not looking for a relationship.  His eyes narrowed at yours and he took hold of your wrists, “Moving your hands and having them fly around while other people are cooking isn’t safe––“

           “Hey,” Jessie turned off her stove, “You probably shouldn’t touch her––“

           You didn’t let Jessie finish her sentence before you ripped your wrists out from his hold.  Part of you was shocked that a teacher would take hold of his student in such a rough matter, and the other half of your brain couldn’t process what was happening because with pulling your wrist back, you brought your arm down and it collided with the handle of the searing pan that the steak was cooking in. 

           You felt the sting of hot oils run down your back, and in response, you jumped forward, and Ethan was the person in front of you who caught you.  He looked at you with concern in his eyes, “Don’t move, you could be burned––“

           “Stop!”  You raised your voice at Ethan.  It was then you realized that everyone had stopped their cooking and turned their attention over in your direction.  Embarrassment flooded your system and you felt your whole body heat up.  You grabbed your bag from under the table and rushed to put your coat on, not wanting anyone outside of the cooking studio to see the oil stains on you.


           You didn’t want to make any more of a scene, so while biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson today, but I don’t think I’ll be returning back to another lesson.”

           And before he could reply, or try and stop you from leaving, you turned on your heel and sped walked out of the kitchen studio.

           Sitting at the little breakfast nook in your apartment with a cup of tea would be more relaxing if your husband hadn’t blatantly ignored you for a full twenty-four hours.  You knew he was coming home today, but you were clueless as to where he was flying from or what time his flight was getting in.

           You were sipping on your tea, watching the Toronto traffic from your window, when your phone buzzed.  You looked down and saw that Shawn’s name popped up.  You had to look at it again because after all the voicemails you left him, his first contact to you was a text message.  Your phone dinged again and slowly you slid your thumb across the screen, entered in your passcode, and read the message.

            Just landed in Toronto

           You stared at the blue text bubble in confusion.  Every time he was about to get on a plane, he would always text you, no matter what time it was for you or for him.  He knew that you liked to know his travel schedule.  But this was the first time he hadn’t told you his travel information.  It made your stomach churn because now you definitely knew that something was wrong. And you didn’t know if you wanted to find out or not.

           So you sent him a text back; Do you want me to pick you up? 

           Almost instantly, he replied, No. 

           Your heart sank just a little when you read his message.  And then you started to feel it break piece by piece as you read the one word, one syllable, answer.  With tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any time, you felt your phone buzz once more with a text from him; Geoff is driving me back. 

           You nodded to yourself as you typed back a simple; Ok.

           Neither one of you said how excited you were to see one another, and neither one of you said that you couldn’t wait to see each other.  It was odd because you and Shawn would always count down the days until you could see each other again, but this time, the two of you hadn’t talked in over a day.

           With the stress about not knowing what was wrong with Shawn and what happened yesterday at the cooking class, your heart was racing and you felt jittery until you saw a familiar car pull up to the side walk down below.  You peered out the window and saw your husband for the first time in a few months. Even though there were tons of unsettled questions between the two of you, you still felt your heart pick up speed at the sight of him.

           He pulled out a little over the shoulder bag from inside the car and then you saw Geoff come around with a larger suitcase.  You saw the two of them exchange some words, but since you were so high up and looking down at them through the window, you couldn’t see what either of them were saying.

           But a few moments later, Geoff and Shawn hugged, and then Shawn walked towards the building and Geoff got into his car and drove away.  Shawn didn’t even send you a text that he was close to your apartment, like he would normally do so you would be waiting in the lobby to greet him.  It looked like he didn’t want you to greet him in the lobby. 

           He didn’t want his wife, the one who promised to love him forever no matter what, to be the first person to greet him when he came back from a long month or so from traveling.  Your daunting thoughts kept themselves on a loop in your mind that you didn’t even hear the door open.

           It was the sound of a suitcase rolling and a bag dropping on the floor that made you look up from the window.  In the first time in months, your husband was standing right in front of you and you didn’t have the need to run up and hug him.  Seeing him made your blood boil because of how flakey he had been acting recently.

            You sat on the little nook and took a sip of your tea, “Have a nice flight?”  Your voice held no infection and was kept very monotone.  You didn’t want him to know that your past few nights had been hell with him ignoring you, and that you were getting no sleep, imagining what your reunion would be like after radio silence from him.  And here you were, after every scenario you created in your mind, it did not turn out how you thought. 

           In your mind, you imagined Shawn either apologizing for his silence, or having his face turn red as he yelled are you for something you had no idea about.  But it wasn’t either of those options.  It was just like how he had been treating you for the past few days; silence.

           His eyes held no emotion, the exhaustion evident in his face.  Shawn was silent, something that was worse than blowing up at you.  You imagined anything but him being mute about his feelings because Shawn was always a vocal person.  It was the most deafening silence you had ever heard.

           You were waiting for a response to your seemingly innocent question.  But as he didn’t respond, you began searching for any facial clues as to any answer you could possibly find.  But you were growing frustrated.  His face was kept with a neutral look; no creases in the eyebrows and not a scrunch of distaste with his nose.   

           Then you began to search for any other signs that would give away his answer.  He wasn’t tapping his foot, he wasn’t swaying from side to, and he wasn’t twiddling his hands out of nervousness.

           His hands. 

           It was tiny, a detail that wouldn’t be caught by many. But with being married to a man for almost a year, you began to notice every little thing about them.  There were certain things that you knew Shawn would always keep on him, and as a married man, you knew he always wore his wedding band.  But as you looked at his left hand, you noticed that there was a small sliver of his skin that lighter shade than the rest.

           His ring finger.

           You looked down at your left hand, your engagement and wedding ring were in their place, and you quickly looked back at Shawn’s left hand to see if your mind had been playing tricks on you.

           Shawn wasn’t wearing his ring, the symbol of marriage that brought two people, who loved each other more than life itself, together.

            Your heart stopped and you felt as if you were about to throw up at any minute.  Biting the inside of your lip, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  The silence that surrounded the two of you stole your voice.  You looked up at him, wanting to ask him why he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring, but with silence stealing your voice, he gave it to Shawn who spoke without hesitation in his voice.

           “We need to talk.”

part 2

anonymous asked:


Sex with Tom Holland would include

wow okay firstly it would just be such an experience also im sweating writing this

  • Sex would always start off with kissing
  • and his kisses would be open mouthed and super needy
  • and he’d be grabbing your ass and pulling you as close to him as possible!!
  • he’d defiantly be in to grinding or dry humping as part of foreplay so he’d always have you straddle him and grind down on his bulge 
  • He’d love to kiss your neck when you did this and they would be wet sloppy kisses
  • Tom would love getting head like wow
  • He’d love to see you on your knees in front of him
  • he would be pretty vocal like he’d moan a lot and he’d curse alot while getting head 
  • he’d start thrusting into your mouth whenever he was close and he wouldn’t even realize how rough he was being
  • if you decided to hold of his orgasm he’d probably want to eat you out AND wowie he’d be good at it
  • he’d use his finger a lot and he’d moan causing vibrations that would feel so good
  • honestly he’d want you to grab his hair and grind on his face
  • he’d like you to be vocal so he knows he’s doing a good job
  • he’d look up and smile at you a lot what a cutie
  • home boy would want to make you cum and when you were close he’d switch to only fingers and egg you on
  • ‘‘you like that babygirl’‘
  • he’d probably climb on top of you after you cam and give you lots of kisses
  • I don’t think he’d necessarily have a favourite position like it would depend on the mood/day
  • but a lot of the time it would be missionary or you riding him
  • missionary would be great because I think he’d like looking at you while he was fucking you 
  • and he’d get to look at you when he made you cum which would be so hot to Tom
  • You riding him would be great as well because he could grab ur ass and have your boobs in his face
  • I think Tom would be pretty vocal during sex and he’d want you to be as well
  • I think Tom could get a bit rough without realizing it like sometimes he’d choke you or pull your hair without meaning too
  • it would just be an instinct 
  • Tom would be super loud when he cums
  • like he’d look so good with his eyes scrunched up and a string of curse words coming out of his mouth
  • Tom would always want you to cum so if he came before you he’d finger you to finish you off
  • you guys would cuddle or shower after sex and he’d be so cute!!!
Rich Love; Tom Holland/Harrison Osterfield

Originally posted by tomhollandandtessa

  • pairing: reader x tom holland / reader x harrison osterfield
  • warnings: pg, sexual undertones tho
  • words: 2900+ 
  • summary: being harrison’s best girl (friend) (?) has some perks, one of them being you get to spend a lot of time with Tom and you really want nothing more than to confess your attraction for Tom but something always gets in the way, most times that something ends up being his own best friend
  • a/n : this will be a chaptered fic
  • part (1) + (2) + (3) + (4) + (5) + (6)
  • request here

You were thankful to have someone like Harrison in your life. Someone to hold your hand on the first day of kindergarten when neither of you wanted to leave your parents behind, but even at a young age he wanted to look brave for you so he held back his tears and helped wipe away yours.

And let’s not forget about the time when you were ten years old and his parents went away to Australia for a week and since Harrison was a child, he couldn’t be left alone. So he stayed with you and your family. Of course, your mom made sure you slept in separate rooms. Despite how many times you said he had cooties and was only a friend, your mom wasn’t about to take that risk. She knew you were about at that age when crushes started and friends started to look at each other differently.

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anonymous asked:

omg i would *love* if you were to expand on school stuff for trans!peter like ,,, michelle being supportive ,, the whole "penis parker" thing ,,

-Peter came out pretty young but he was in middle school

-he didn’t want to go through the hassle of changing everything and making everyone adjust

-so he waited until high school to do all the legal name changing

-midtown isn’t actually his zoned school

-it’s specialized for science and technology so it takes applications and he got in

-meaning most people from his middle school aren’t actually going to high school with him

-making his transition a lot smoother

-the only people going to midtown with him was Ned and a few others

-one of them being Flash Thompson

-Peter was always really smart but his middle school didn’t have a decathlon or anything like that

-so he was never on flash’s radar except for in Robotics Club

-which wasn’t really competitive except for against other schools so flash never had a reason to bully him

-maybe a snide remark here or there about girls in STEM but nothing really personal

-then in 9th grade when Peter shows up to academic decathlon try outs his hair is a bit shorter but may and Ben haven’t put him in T yet because it’s expensive

-flash thinks he looks familiar but doesn’t realize until the teacher says “parker”

-and flash is like ??? Parker? Parker’s a girl

-so after practice flash goes up to Peter and he’s like “so parker thinks she’s a boy now? Is it because you know girls can’t do math and science?”

-“well, first of all, I am a dude. Second of all,
who here is the alternate?”

-Peter is super sassy because he had a good day and flash doesn’t scare him

-and flash is like really angry now Bc his ego is bruised

-and he’s like “well, KAREN, ” and spouts some random rich kid shit

-and peters actually hella hurt but he does home

-may comforts him but it’s hard

-she says they should be able to save up for t shots in 9-12 months

-so his mood is a lot better

-the next day flash corners him and uses his deadname again

-this time Ned is with him and loudly calls him Eugene before he can even finish saying it

-Ned straight up yells it the third time flash tries

-Peter gets really overwhelmed so he’s glad Ned’s there with him

-because flash could easily pin peter in like 10 seconds

-the next day flash shouts across the cafeteria “hey penis parker!” And other offensive things related to him being trans

-Peter actually almost calls May to let him come home early

-he’s humiliated because all of flash’s little friends laughed and made it a big deal

-so not only do flash and his friends know but now so does roughly ¼ of the student body and more
because word will get around

-Ned comforts him through a panic attack

-nobody except flash and his friends give him shit for it though

-most people just call him Parker anyway and none of his teachers fuck up

-ned tells him to report flash but Peter knows that’ll just cause problems

-Flash harasses Peter at decathlon meetings but it’s usually before or after

-mostly because his team mates will usually defend him

-thankfully he doesn’t really have any classes or interactions with flash all of 9th grade other than lunch but flash makes use of his time

-the last few months of 9th grade Peter starts taking T

-then he gets bit by the spider which amplifies effects of T and gives him crazy muscles

-then the whole tony stark thing at the beginning of 10th grade

-tony started paying for Peter’s testosterone (creating a new kind to work with his DNA), binders, and eventually surgery if he ever wants it

-that whole year flash calls him “penis parker” and he has gym with Peter now

-meaning Peter uses the locker room with him

-or well he used to

-now he just changes in the bathroom because one time his clothes straight up got stolen and he doesn’t need that now

-Although it’s ok because MJ refuses to call flash anything but “Eugene” and “Asshat”

-And Ned is lowkey ready to roast flash anytime anywhere

-his status as “alternate” is really helpful

-he has two awesome friends though and tony once made an appearance picking Peter up from school so nobody gives him shit about the internship anymore so all in all he’s having a pretty good time compared to 9th grade

It’s bedtime

Requested: can you write protective or caring Shawn I love that type of Shawn


“Babe,” You hear Shawn’s voice from somewhere behind you as he enters the dining room where you’re seated at the table studying. You don’t stop reading through the powerpoint on your laptop screen. A second later, you feel his arms wrap around you, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Hmm?” You finally respond, still not really paying any attention to him. 

“I know you’re stressing, but its time for bed.” He tells you, his voice coming out authoritative, but caring at the same time.

“Can’t.” You reply, “I still have twenty more slides to get through, and then I have another chapter to read.” 

“I know, love. But its bedtime.” He plants a light kiss on your temple before adding, “You’ve been only getting four hours of sleep every night this week. I know its midterms and you have a lot to do, but you can’t keep going on like this. It’s not healthy.” 

He’s right, you’re exhausted. “But Shawn–” You try to protest, but he cuts you off.

“No buts. Unless its your butt in our bed.” He says, reaching over and shutting your laptop, obviously refusing to take no for an answer. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your chair, “C’mon baby. The work will all still be there in the morning.” He says before leading your exhausted body down the hallway and into the bathroom where you both get ready for bed together.  

HC: telling Shawn you’re pregnant.

  • Okay so homeboy never wrapped it before he tapped it
  • You were bound to end up pregnant eventually
  • When you found out your initial reaction was to cry bc who knows how Shawn would react
  • Shawn was lil bit shocked but once the shock wore off he was so so happy
  • Both of you crying
  • He cried more though
  • Him being so gentle ;((
  • Asking if he could kiss your bump
  • Protective!shawn
  • He’d never even consider leaving you, especially now you were carrying his baby
  • “Hi bub, you can’t hear me yet but I’m so excited to meet you, I hope you love us as much as we already love you.”
  • That made your heart go: 💗💖💘💓💞
  • cuddles
  • So many cuddles
  • You were both young and definitely unprepared but what’s life without a little challenge
  • Shawn vowing to love you and your little bean forever and ever:))

fartsanddies  asked:

Not sure if you're still doing the requests so I'll just say please consider drawing more of my pure and innocent son Spider-man cause Tom Holland literally was created for this role and I love him so much so after I saw the movie I was suffering bc there's just not enough fanarts and then YOUR ART HAPPENED and it saved me cause it's amazing how well you captured his character. So just letting you know I love you for that <3

this was so sweet omg thank you! i agree i love him he is adorable and so good for the role

Me Against You

( Request: Reader and Spiderman being on opposite sides in Civil War.


A/N: This is my first time writing for Peter Parker, and I hope I’ve done this request justice!!  Feel free to send in more requests about this cutie pie!!  Please don’t post this elsewhere without my permission!! 

“Keep going, (Y/N)!” Sam hollers. “Get to the jet!”

You hunker down behind a bench. From your vantage point, you can see Spiderman kicking Sam and Bucky into a pane of safety glass. You duck your head to shield your eyes, so you don’t actually see the windows explode. But you hear it. You feel it, too. Those little shards of glass hurt as they pelt onto bare arms and legs.

You wish you’d thought to wear jeans.


You go. You rise from behind your cover and sprint. Coach would be so proud, if he could see you now.

“Your, mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get through enemy territory, and hijack their jet.”  So Captain America hadn’t said it in those words exactly, but the point he’d been trying to get across was essentially the same. Bucky and Sam would keep you from having to engage anybody, leaving you free to slip over to the Hangar and get the jet prepped and ready to go. You would have loved to pilot a jet – say, maybe, after about ten years of lessons, not after some hastily given instructions from ex-Agent Barton – and had told Captain America as much. You only had a learner’s permit for driving a car, not some fancy, high-tech jet, but he was adamant on having you as the getaway driver.

And, if you were being honest, having Captain America relying on you for help was pretty darn awesome.

“Behind you!”

Bucky’s warning comes too late. As you run onward and duck into a hallway, spandex-covered arms embrace you from behind – one around your shoulders, one around your waist. You put on an extra spurt of speed. The hands latch on. A shrill scream splits the air. It sounds like you. But it’s a futile effort – Sam and Bucky are securely trussed up, sticky webbing keeping them pinned to the floor. Even if they wanted to help, they couldn’t.

Let me go!” You demand, twisting and kicking. “Let me go right this instant!”

Inexplicably, the arms around you slacken; drop gracelessly back to their owner’s sides. You scramble away, with wide and frightened eyes, until the small of your back hits the concrete wall.  

(Y/n)?” You stiffen. Oh, no. Please, no. The voice, though woolly and quiet, is thoroughly familiar to you, from years of studying with him, talking to him, being friends with him. “Oh, God. Oh, God, why are you here? (Y/n), you shouldn’t be here.”

“Peter?” You blurt out. “Peter, is that you?”

“I – I’m not –” He’s nervously tripping over his words, trying to come up with a suitable lie. “I’m Spiderman, not –”

Your lips twist up in a sad smile. “You’re a rotten liar, Peter.”

And this time, he doesn’t try to deny it.

The two of you had been best friends ever since the second grade, when your nanny had forgotten to pack your lunch one day, and Peter had given you half of his tuna and mayo sandwich. You’d shared every day, every moment … Every secret.

However, it would appear, not every  secret.

“So … Spiderman, huh?” You manage, letting out a watery laugh that doesn’t hold any real humor in it. Spiderman might have saved you once, but this side of Peter is new and entirely foreign, much like the new and shiny suit that he’s sporting. “You’ve – You’ve really been busy, huh?”

You wonder when Peter was going to tell you; or if he was even planning to. Ever since Uncle Ben had passed, Peter had been acting strange: Showing up to school bruised and bloodied, cancelling days out together with only the flimsiest of excuses, showing up late to the appointments he did agree to go for …

And now you finally, finally know why.

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Peter says miserably. Even under the mask, you know that his forehead is creased and puckered up, warm chocolate eyes downcast. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t – There was never a good time.”

Of course not.

“So what you’re really saying is: You don’t trust me.” It bursts out of you. You’ll admit there’s a sour surge of satisfaction when Peter recoils, even though you haven’t raised a hand to him. It comes out again, louder this time. “That’s what it all boils down to, doesn’t it? I thought we were friends. I trusted you. I told you everything – the boys I liked, the crushes I had. I thought –”

Me?” Peter’s glumness turns into irritation, and you realise your mistake. “I’m not the only one keeping secrets! You didn’t tell me that you’d be running around with Captain America and a bunch of –”

- Criminals. He doesn’t say it, but you know that’s what he means. The word hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare at Peter, not moving, not even blinking. A day ago, that wouldn’t have meant you. A day ago, you and Peter would have been in school. A day ago, the two of you would have still been friends.

When you had accepted Captain America’s request for help, you didn’t think that you’d have to face off with your best friend in the process.

(Y/n), I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean –”

He’s cracked something in you wide open. You stride away from the boy you once knew, but you can’t leave yet.

“Fine,”  You say, infusing the word with venom. “Then arrest me. Take me in. I’m just a criminal, right?”

Your voice rises in octaves, building up to a high crescendo. Your anger rises up, blooming in your chest like a poisonous flower, and you focus on that, since it chases away the chill that permeates deep into your bones. Blind now with a mingled combination of hurt and anger, your hand lashes its way through the air in a flicking motion, forcing the powers sleeping deep inside you to the surface. Even though Peter’s standing motionless at least six feet away, he’s shoved up into the air by an invisible force, slamming into the window behind you hard enough to crush bones. He flies out the window with a shriek.

You turn away from the remnants of shattered glass and a broken friendship, gloom already gathering atop your shoulders to weigh you down. In another life, you might have been fighting by his side, the two of you working together as Avengers. Now you’ve become public enemy number one.

Criminal, criminal. Your mind chants it over and over again, in a sing-song, lilting voice, matching each syllable with your racing pulse. I’m a criminal.

anonymous asked:

Being friends with Shawn

  • “Shawn, why didn’t you tell me my hair was a mess?”
  • “Oh sorry, I didn’t notice.”
  • Having inside jokes
  • Being one of the first people he tells when something happens
  • Knowing each others go to Starbucks order
  • Getting random text messages from him while he’s away on tour
  • YOU HAVE TO TRY THEM. I’ll bring some back home for you.”
  • Laughing at things no one else understands
  • Having countdowns to when he’s coming home
  • Having traditions and things you always do together
  • Getting those “Are you awake?” Texts at midnight
  • And then Shawn showing up at your house
  • “Lets get ice cream.”
  • “Shawn, its 1am. Nothing is open.”
  • “Lets go for a drive then.”
  • Complaining to him about your boy problems
  • And Shawn trying to offer advice, but not really helping much
  • You’re never afraid to tell Shawn when he’s being dumb
  • Both of you calling each other out when necessary
  • Only because you care and want the best for the other person
  • Your friends joking that you’re dating because you’re always together
  • Movie nights and sleepovers
  • 100% platonic cuddling
  • Randomly coming home to find Shawn watching tv with your little brother
  • Or trying to help your sister with homework
  • Because he just showed up at your house but you weren’t home
  • So he stayed and hung out with your siblings until you got home
  • Having your own VIP lanyard to get into his shows
  • It has your name and picture
  • All of his fans knowing who you are
  • Constantly having to tell people that you’re not dating
  • Hearing his new music before its released
  • Knowing about his upcoming projects and having to keep them secret
  • Playfully arguing about stupid things
  • Joking about getting married when you’re thirty 
  • If you both are still single by then
  • “Thanks for keeping me grounded.” 
  • “I know I can trust you to tell the truth.” 
  • Lazy afternoons sitting side by side on the couch
  • Trying to think of things to do
  • Watching a tv show together
  • And a lot of anger if one of you cheats and watches it without the other
  • FaceTiming Shawn when he’s in another country for work
  • And you just broke up with your boyfriend
  • Him just listening to talk about your ex for an hour straight
  • And not even complaining because he knows you just need to talk
  • Him knowing when you have a big project or exam coming up
  • And texting you after to hear how it was
  • “I’m grateful for you, you know that right?” 
  • Getting voice memos of Shawn’s songs as he writes them
  • And him asking for you opinion
  • Shawn constantly getting asked about you in interviews
  • And having to tell everyone that you’re not dating
  • You’re just best friends
  • And that he loves you, but not like that
Do you take your coffee with Cream? Sugar? Amortentia? (Reader x Remus Lupin)

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Pairing: Reader x Remus Lupin

Warnings: none :)

Request: Slytherin reader and the marauders think she and snape are best friends (they aren’t)so they give emus amorentia ( without him knowing) just to mess with her and she ends up really liking him then she finds out he’s under the potion and she’s pretty heart broken about it, but it turns out remus really likes her too? Thanks if you write this :)

Word Count: 1.8k

There is a bit of a stigma surrounding Slytherins being evil and generally not nice people, you were one to break that stigma in people’s eyes, yes you were cunning and had no shame in putting yourself first but you were a very friendly person.

Too friendly perhaps because after sitting with Snape for ONE potions class people were convinced the two of you were now the best of friends, this was not true. You made sure to be at least a bit nice to everyone, who were deserving at least.

It was true though that you fit into any group easily, you could be found studying in the library with a group of Ravenclaws or sneaking snack from the kitchen with some Hufflepuffs, you could even be found in the Gryffindor common rooms hanging out with the infamous Gryffindor pranksters.

They were the group you were closest with, partly because they were funny uplifting people, partly because you had a inside scoop on upcoming pranks and maybe because you had a very small amount of feeling for Remus Lupin. They didn’t need to know about that last one though.

Today was one of the days where you were sitting enjoying the warmth of the Gryffindor  fireplace, your cheeks sore from laughing so much with your friends.

They were in the midst of talking about stupid school rumours and laughing at how ridiculous some were. Sirius sat up and moved to the edge of his seat jokingly whispering the next rumour “So I heard-” he paused for dramatic effect as per usual “That there’s this kid in Gryffindor who thinks he has a chance with Lily Evans “

James gave Sirius warning look as he finished his sentence

“his name is James potter”

you all burst into a fit of laughter , even Lily and Marlene who were casualy eaves dropping from the corner of the room tried to hide their laughter.

James was not amused and wanted revenge, but what is there to really bug Sirius about…nothing, so he decided to aim his next words at you to get the attention off him and his flaming red cheeks.

James started, not whispering as he leaned back into his seat

“Yeah? Thats funny and all but I heard that Y/N and our buddy Snivellus have become the best of pals! Are you two going to get matching friendship bracelets?”

The group laughed again, you picked up a pillow from your side throwing it at James

“We are not friends! I sat beside him once in potions”

Sirius joined in “OOOh I hear wedding bells”

You stood up glaring at them as you walked to the door

”I’m not leaving because you’re right, i’m leaving because it’s late and you guys are getting on my nerves”

Peter had to get his word in so he shouted

“Oh no she’s going to see snivellus, she misses him !“

As you walked out the door you flipped them off “Goodnight, to Remus and only him because he’s the only one of you with brains”.


Your last comment of the night got the boys thinking, well just Sirius, James and Peter. Remus was usually the most sarcastic of the bunch but he never seemed to pick on you and he was quite quiet around you as well.

As the boys were getting ready for bed Sirius asked the question

“Remus, do you fancy anyone?”

Remus didn’t even look up from his book as he responded casual “No, why do you ask?”

James butted in “You liar you totally like Y/N!” Remus placed his book down

“Really? Whys that?”

“Well. You never pick on her like we do!”

Remus chuckled “I tend not to pick on any girls James, I save that for you three.”

Peter tried to counter that “You are also very quiet when she’s around like you’re nervous or something”

Remus turned of his light clearly done with their questions “Do you guys have any actual arguments or can I go to sleep now?”

With that comment the boys gave up on their first plan but James gave Sirius a look from across the room that said he had a backup plan to get the truth out of Remus.


The next morning you went for breakfast, you waved at your different friends as you went to your seat, you caught a glimpse of the boys that annoyed you the night before, you had made a mental note to not sit near Severus.

As your luck would have it as you sat down that same boy came and sat down right beside you, not acknowledging you but he was close enough that when you looked over to the Gryffindor table you could see the three boys laughing and making gestures towards you, all except for Remus who was drinking his morning coffee.

You quickly ate your food and then walked over to give them hell, you sat down in the open spot beside Remus who was drinking every last drop of his coffee, you could smell the hot liquid a mix off coffee, a hint of chocolate, the smell of new book pages… what the hell was he drinking? You ignored that thought as you were about to curse them out you noticed Remus was staring at you so you turned to him.

“Do i have something on my face?”

Remus didn’t stop his starring as he spoke like he was in a trance

“No , you just look beautiful today Y/N”

Now you were used to Sirius’ flirting and anything he said always earned him a smack on his arm but when Remus said that you did nothing but blush and awkwardly reply

“Thanks you too”

Thank god Remus didn’t notice you had just told him he also looked beautiful today.

Based on your reaction the boys instantly found the information they were looking for, both you and Remus had feelings for eachother.

Now it was time for plan number three to start.

James sat up abruptly

“Sirius you need to help me practice for quidditch, you too Peter.”

Peter looked up from his plate

“What why me ? I’m no good at quidditch”

Sirius pulled him up “You can go fetch the balls, you could use the exercise”

Peter frowned “Isn’t fetching more of your thing Padfoot”

and with that the two of them disappeared dragging a grumpy Peter with them.

Remus was still staring at you, you noticed he looked a little pale but assumed a full moon was coming soon.

“So Remus looks like it’s just me and you?”

Remus smiled and nodded

“Do you have an prefect duties today?”

Remus shook his head “None as important as you”

You blushed again at his boldness not used to him being like this.

“Then what would you like to do today?”

Remus kept that wide dopey smile on his face and rested his face in his hands

“Whatever you want to do.”

You stood up grabbing his hand and pulling him along with you

“It’s settled then, we are going to go read by the lake”

As you sat by the lake, your back resting on the tree behind you Remus sat in front of you, he held a book open in his hands but he wasn’t reading it, instead he was watching you read which was starting to make you uneasy but you decided to ignore it and get lost in your book.

After a while Remus pushed your book down from your face, his extremely close to yours

“Can I help you Rem?”

He blushed “I like when you call me that”

You smiled placing your book in your bag and grabbing his from the ground and stood up, he followed suit still very close to you.

“Would you like to go on a walk Rem? You seem bored of your book”

He simply smiled and moved to your side, he grabbed the bag off your shoulder moving it to his and grabbed your hand interlocking them.

You tried not to blush at his brash actions as you started walking, He wasn’t doing much talking he was more of listening very intently to everything you said.

After walking for a while Remus suddenly slowed down and stopped he was staring at the ground for a minute.

“Rem? You okay?”

Remus looked up at you, his expression scared you, he appeared lost and then he slowly started appearing less pale.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, how could you have been so stupid. Those idiot boys must have given him Amortentia, the signs were all there! You felt your heart sink into your stomach and you ran away before Remus could even realize what was happening

“Y/N Wait.”

You didn’t know where to go, but you were too tired, to hurt from thinking Remus would ever actually have feelings for you. You stopped and sat on a bench you pulled your legs up hugging them to your chest and resting your head on your knees you looked away from the boy running to sit down beside you.

“Y/N I- I didn’t know and I’m sorry it must have been James and Sirius -but I-” You avoided his gaze and pushed his hands away that were trying to reach out to you. “Just stop it’s fine Remus, can you please leave me alone”

Remus didn’t move “Look Y/N the potion may have made me more bold than usual but I have to say this to you”

You turned to look at him, letting go of your legs a small pout adored your lips “Go on then”

“Y/N I- um I do like you , the potion just stopped me from hiding it as well as I usually do, the way I was acting wasn’t fake that was me, I want to read with you by the lake, I want to hold your hand and I want to see you every morning and tell you that you look beautiful and I don’t need some potion to do it.”

You blushed at his confession “Rem I , I don’t know what to say”

He just smiled “And I do love it when you call me that”

You looked him in the eyes searching for any sign that the potion was still affecting him “So this is all you?”

“100% me I promise”

That was all you needed to hear as you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on his lips, he hadn’t eaten chocolate all day but somehow his lips still faintly tasted of it which made you smile. Remus stood up grabbing your hand as you walked into the castle

“I should give the guys hell for drugging me, but I guess I owe them one because in the end I got a kiss.”

You laughed “You forgive very easy Rem, one kiss is all it takes?”

He squeezed your hand a little as he said

“Not just any kiss, but a kiss from you, that’s special.”

You blushed pulling him into an empty hallway grabbing his face in your hands “Well there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Helping Yondu raise Peter would include :

(Woooo more prompts! AAAAWWW YONDU BAE AND PETER :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him telling you as to why he decided to keep Peter, the first time you see the child, making you smile and proud of him, as well as glad to have another human on board

-Comforting Peter with hugs and some music whenever he misses his home and is frightened by the other Ravagers, only for Yondu to try and scare him even more until you scold him to stop it

-Taking care of Peter’s injuries after his rough training with Yondu, making them both smile to know that you worry over him

-Dealing with them both after they got everyone in trouble, only for Yondu to try and dismiss you with his nonsense gibberish, making Peter laugh and for you to scold them 

-Peter always running up to you first whenever he wants something, whether it be a pet, a toy, or something he stole, to beg you to let him keep it, only for Yondu to find out and scold him , while actually turning a blind eye and letting him have what he wants

-Teaching Peter how to properly prank and piss off Yondu as you know him so well, making him laugh, only for Yondu to get angry until he learns that you were the one who taught him

-Getting Peter ready every morning, helping him brush his hair, get dressed, and such, making Yondu smile to himself to see you both, especially when you are both in the bathroom and brushing your teeth while dancing to some of his music

-Holding Peter’s hand to make sure he doesn’t get lost whenever you are in a new planet, only for Yondu to jokingly tease him about stealing you away from him and for you to hold his as well

-Teaching Peter how to pilot a ship, only for Yondu to come in and help as well, making it for some rather sweet moments for the three of you

-Making sure that Peter is well tucked in his bed, only to sometimes end up falling asleep as well and for Yondu to find you and wrap you in his jacket before setting you up in the bed and kissing you both on your foreheads

-Him secretly admitting to you as Peter is asleep between you and him that he loves you both very dearly and that you are his family, making you tear up

please don't

Requested: How about something where the reader is seen as a bit of a badass and never cries, so when Shawn see’s her cry for the first time he just about loses his mind, with the whole “no no, oh jesus please- please don’t cry!” type thing because CUTE!!


“I’m going to go.” You tell Shawn, standing up from his couch where you were cuddled into his side a moment ago. You’ve been quiet all night because thats just what happens when you feel really stressed out, and now you know you can’t continue to sit here next to Shawn watching whatever movie is on any longer because you’re on the verge of falling apart. You need to leave here so you can do it alone. Its not that you don’t trust Shawn. Its just that when you fall apart, you’re a mess. And he doesn’t need to deal with that. No one does. 

“Wait,” He says, reaching out for you, “Are you okay?” He questions. This isn’t the first time he’s asked tonight, but every time you insist that you are, even though you know you’re not.

“Yeah, I am.” You say, purposely avoiding eye contact. 

He stands up, and unexpectedly wraps his arms around you before you can step any further. He’s still holding you tightly a few seconds later when he says, “Thats bullshit, and you know it.” The seriousness in his voice startles you. You don’t know what to say. The lies always roll off your tongue so much easier than the truth does. Its easier for you to pretend to be fine than it is for you to admit that you’re not okay, to admit that you’re falling apart inside. 

He called you out on your lies. He’s the first one to do that. Most people actually buy that you’re fine because you’re that good at putting on a front, and this is the first time Shawn has actually called you out on it. 

This causes the tears you were holding back to start welling up in your eyes.  You were hoping to get home before you let them fall, but Shawn saw right through you and now you can’t even try to hide the fact that you’re not okay. Shawn’s eyes get big when he notices you’re about to cry. “Oh no, no, no, baby please don’t cry. I’m sorry.” He apologizes. Even though it isn’t his fault. You’re not crying because he called you out on your bullshit. You’re crying because he’s the first one who did, and you know that he said it because he cares. He cares enough and he knows you well enough to see through your lies. 

He pulls you back into his arms, soothing you, “It’s okay, baby. Just tell me whats wrong.” He encourages. 

“Shawn, its nothing.” You say, sniffling.

“I know that its not nothing, y/n.”

“I’m just stressed.” You finally admit. 

“Stressed about what?” He questions, his voice only holding understanding and not judgement. 

“Just everything.” You say, feeling it all hit way too quickly. And you know you should have been prepared for this. You should have seen it coming, but it still caught you off guard. You’ve never cried in front of Shawn. In fact, there are very few people you’ve ever cried in front of. But the tears are rushing down your face, and you can’t help yourself. 

You start crying too hard to form words, and Shawn doesn’t push for more answers or explanations. Instead he just holds you even closer. You still haven’t really told him much of anything, but he simply holds you. He gently shushes you and tells you that things will be alright. You’re not sure if you believe him, and you can’t get yourself to stop crying. But at least you’re not falling apart alone like you’re used to. And even that small fact makes the world of difference.

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Dog Mom Life- Moments with You

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader and Tom have a hike with Tessa because the Reader is suggested exercise for their baby.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Tom as a Dad, cute fluffiness even a cloud could say awww 

Word Count: 1,000+

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this post! Don’t forget that requests are open \(^.^)/ I’m so thankful for all the support you guys give me c:

[Reader’s POV]

    After your doctor’s visit two weeks ago for a check up. Tom and I have been going on daily walks on hiking trails.He has been home due to having a break from all the press and movies. Your doctor advised exercise and to be stress free. The two of you always brought along Tessa cause she loved the outdoors. Being around Tessa was a stress reliever itself. 

“Tom wait for me” I let out a huff making my way up the hill. Watching as Tom and Tess made there way up with ease. Tess tugging forward making Tom stumble a bit.

“S-sorry love, Tessa got too excited” he explains pulling her back and reaching for my hand grasping it. Pulling it up he kisses the top of my hand. A small smile appears on my face.

“Well look Tess we now have our whole family at our favorite spot” he grins leaning down. Rubbing her head he then turns to you with a grin on his face. Tom’s smile was as bright as the sun. His smile is the best thing to look at.

“It’s easy for you to say, at least you’re not carrying a little human” I say placing a hand on my stomach. Walking towards the ledge looking over the town. The fresh air making me feel at ease.

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