pee yourself

“pee your pants = kill yourself” discourse makes no fucking sense to me bc it raises 3 (three) questions in my mind

1. how the fuck did you come to that conclusion
2. if you have enough malice to want someone to kill themselves why the fuck would you say “pee your pants” like?????
3. why would anyone be genuinely upset about being told to pee their pants

shitty advice of a college student.

OR: some (actually helpful) stuff my first semester of college has taught me.

disclaimer: this is from the point of view of a community college student. my experiences may be different from other students, but overall I think this list could be very helpful to anyone going to a college, university, high school, or for any students just hoping to kick procrastination in the ass. I’ll probably be uploading updated versions/parts of this in the future, but here’s some stuff based on my experience so far.

  • do. work. every. day. even if it’s just a little bit of work. don’t procrastinate.
  •  college isn’t like high school; oftentimes, professors won’t expect homework from you every single day of class. usually, you’ll have due dates of when large sections of assignments or papers are due. make the most of your time. do not wait until the night before to get 6 sections of homework done by 11:59.
  • in reality, you should be doing homework and studying for every single class. but remember that you need to put more time into the classes that are toughest for you. For example, math is my weakest subject so I usually put more homework time into doing my Stats homework.
  • if you don’t want to do it, or have been procrastinating on doing it, it should be the thing you’re getting done first!!
  • books are hella expensive everywhere. if you can’t find any free versions of your textbooks online, try to buy your textbooks used. I buy all of my textbooks used, with the exception of one book which I’ve rented. Personally, I recommend buying your books bc it’s a great study strategy to actually own the books for your classes and be able to write and highlight inside of them… but this is a personal preference.
  • doing homework on your bed makes you lazy. work at a desk, library, coffee shop, outside; anywhere that will make you sit down and focus.
  • let your phone run out of battery and leave. it. alone.
  • if u don’t have a planner/agenda/calendar already then there is nothing more I can help u with pal ur on ur own
  • make a study playlist bc you’ll need it at some point. find music that helps you study the best! for example, I strictly can only study to soft music or just instrumentals, but I know some people who study really well to rap and hip-hop. find what works for you! remember this should relax you, not distract you.
  • hydrate. I keep a water bottle right on my desk when I study so when I look up I’m reminded to take a sip. being hydrated is important!!! not only will this make your body and skin happy but it’ll also make your brain work a little harder and focus more!
  • I know things can get tough and busy but pls pls eat and sleep well I’m begging u
  • follow-up to the last point: let yourself go pee as many times as you need to. it’s ok. it doesn’t count as your break. you’re not wasting time from doing work. do us all a favor and go to the bathroom already.
  • follow-follow-up: know the difference between taking a break and giving up.
  • learn how to say no to temptations like hanging out with your friends or distracting yourself in the depths of Youtube and Netflix. you have work to do and you know it!!! don’t make yourself feel bad by suffering. if you want good grades, your education (next to your mental/physical health) should be your first priority.
  • reward yourself for working hard. this could be a night out with friends, a candy bar, boba, whatever floats your boat.
  • I know it’s a drug but I don’t care what anyone says: if I need to drink coffee then I’m drinking that damn cup of coffee.
  • priority-wise, your education should always top your studyblr. every. single. time.
signs + dating them

Aries
Pros: the chemistry is insane. you will feel mentally and physically attracted to them.
Cons: they are really hard on themselves and might shut you out. can sometimes be a little too intense.

Taurus
Pros: they can cook or at least make mac and cheese. love cuddling and are super loyal.
Cons: can have a hard time opening up and it might seem personal. they might be annoyingly lazy at times.

Gemini
Pros: romantics and will always put your feelings and needs first. adorable little geeks super smart.
Cons: can over think things and might get upset for wrong reasons. might make you feel intellectually inferior.

Cancer
Pros: someone that you can really trust. will be really good with commitments and treat you right.
Cons: will never tell you what’s wrong bc they don’t like conflict. can get sometimes very defensive.

Leo
Pros: will have some of the best memories with them. never a dull moment and they’re super hot.
Cons: sometimes can get too wild and might not always be loyal. can hurt your feelings because not that sensitive.

Virgo
Pros:
 the sweetest person ever and will always consider your feelings. adorable yet mature and serious.
Cons: they will feel bad about themselves but take your reassurances with a grain of salt. can be overly sensitive.

Libra
Pros: really good kissers. can be really flirty and make you feel special.
Cons: sometimes their outgoing nature can leave you in the dust. playful teasing could get annoying.

Scorpio
Pros: 
someone you can always trust and have understand you. really intense sexually and emotionally
Cons: can sometimes be too intense or serious and fill the room with bad vibes. can shut down.

Sagittarius
Pros:
 a little goofball. you will always have fun with them and they love connecting mentally.
Cons: will never really commit or like to be super serious. can give mixed signals or be really immature.

Capricorn
Pros: will make you feel special. someone who will always be loyal and trustworthy.
Cons: very very controlling. can be manipulative with or without knowing.

Aquarius
Pros: they’re always up to try new things. will never make you feel uncomfortable.
Cons: sometimes they can’t be the big person in situations and it can lead to problems. can be a little too aggressive.

Pisces
Pros:
you will pee yourself laughing with them. they will be your best friend.
Cons: they will close up without telling you why. miscommunication can turn into a problem.

Enmity

Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

Part Two

Part Three

Part 1

The hall was large and full of bustling bodies going about their business, the formalities of greetings and pleasantries not helping to ease the slightly terse atmosphere.

You’d been personally invited to the loosely titled “get together” by Nic Fury, a move that hinted towards a promotion, but you wouldn’t let your mind linger on that thought. Your heels clacked as you walked, an echo of the countless other heels as you made your way towards your friend, and colleague Natasha.

She kissed your cheek in greeting, a hand finding your upper arm as she eyed you up. “So I see you went with the silk number.” She hummed, titling her chin. You winked at her flirtatiousness and nodded. “Just for you, Nat.” She smirked at this and you both laughed, falling into your old pattern and criticising the trivialities of events such as these. She found great pleasure though in the prospect of your promotion and you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes slightly at the devious expression that took over her face once you’d mentioned it.

“What is it?” You probed, gnawing on your bottom lip. Natasha had a bad habit of meddling, especially in matters that didn’t concern her.

“Nothing.” She cooed, taking your hand and leading you through the crowd. “Now let’s go introduce you to some people.” With an uneasy temperament you acquiesced and allowed her to tug you through the sea of people all clad in their expensive clothes, and over to a group of rowdy men and women that all cheered when they saw Nat’s oncoming curvaceous figure.

“This is Y/N.” Nat introduced you, after greeting the group herself. You smiled widely at the small gathering and earned a chorus of hello’s and hi there’s as you stood there, albeit rather awkwardly. Making your way through the people who turned out to be Nat’s teammates, she introduced to you each one in turn. Stark, who you knew from previous SHIELD missions anyway, was as flirtatious and sarcastic as ever, rivalled only by the silver haired Pietro who was joined at the hip with his kind-faced twin sister. You felt a connection between the two of you and when she asked for your contact number you could sense the oncoming growth of a blossoming friendship.

“Y/N this is-”

“Well hello there.” Nat was interrupted by a dark skinned, grinning man who introduced himself as “Sam. Sam Wilson.” But you were allowed to call him Falcon. The waft of alcohol that hit your face as he spoke made you cringe but you laughed at his attempts to flirt, introducing yourself and playing along until Nat grew tired and pushed him away.

“This is Steve.” Nat declared, as if you wouldn’t know Captain America when you saw him. You’d been in Russia for the last three years, not Mars. Smiling politely, you reached out your hand for him to shake and told him your name.

The sandy haired man raised his brows as he smiled. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” You blushed at this and Nat chuckled, you laughed along and found his tainted cheeks and scrunched up face adorable.

“That was awful wasn’t it?” He cringed outwardly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned away. “Don’t blame you for trying!” Nat called at his retreating figure.

You were smiling widely now, the group had been extremely kind and welcoming towards you, perhaps Nat had told them about your last mission. Regardless, you enjoyed their friendliness- and the flirting wasn’t bad either. With a little sashay in your hips, Nat brought you over to the bar as she chewed on her bottom lip.

“I’m just going to go find someone, I’ll be right back.” She told you, her hand cupping your waist and then loosening as she walked off. Allowing your eyes to wander as you waited for the bartender to notice you, you couldn’t help but be drawn once more to the bulking figure of Mr Steve Rogers. His attempts at flirting weren’t lost on you and you blushed again at the memory of his flustered complexion. “Uh, Jack and Coke please.” You ordered quickly, the bartenders impatient brow prompting a speedy payment.

Sipping on your not-so-fancy drink and sitting on a bar stool, you found your eyes lingering on his figure once more. He was talking to someone and the muscles in his shoulders contracted beneath the blazer he wore as he laughed, it was as he stepped to the side you saw who it was he was talking to.

And boy did you stare. His eyes caught you off guard for a moment and you looked away, stealing glances at him that felt all too perverse. How could eyes be so blue? Hair look so soft? He was beautiful and the attraction you felt towards him was instantaneous, and he hadn’t even noticed you. You groaned inwardly, throwing back the last of your drink for confidence as you hopped off the stool.

With a confidence supplied by the alcohol now being pumped through your bloodstream, you sauntered past Steve, making sure to be in his view as you provided him with a view to be remembered. The feeling of more than one set of eyes on you proclaimed a job well done and you retired in the girls bathroom to compose yourself. Annoyingly, all the stalls in the ladies room were occupied and you were on the verge of peeing yourself, so after a few stolen glances and cautional yelps you barged into the boys toilets and locked yourself in a cubicle, almost sighing out loud as you relieved yourself.

The sound of feet entering the bathroom made you jump and you quickly hoisted your dress and feet up so you wouldn’t be caught trespassing.

“She looks amazing tonight.” One voice groaned, earning a few chuckles in assent.

“And her friend too.. oh my god did you see that ass? I almost died, I actually almost died.” A round of laughter filled the toilet as the banter between the men continued.

“I swear,” the same deep voice continued. “All of Nat’s friends are hot. It’s like a requirement of hers.”

“That must be why you two aren’t friends.” One guy retorted, a thumping sound suggesting a blow to the back had been delivered.

“She’s not that hot.” A new voice said, earning a few laughs. “No I’m serious, she’s passable but she’s not anything special. Nat’s friend, I mean.”

“Oh and you’re something special are you, Buck?” A familiar voice teased, with an edge of annoyance to it.

“Special enough to make her want me.” The same voice replied. The sound of zippers being pulled up was followed by the gushing of taps that could barely mask the sound of your blood boiling. There was no possible way he wasn’t talking about you.

“Two bucks says I can get her to go home with me tonight.”

“Buck that’s not funny, she’s a nice girl I think you’ve had a few too many tonight. Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“Yeah man that’s cold.”

The voices all blurred into one as you blinked back angry tears. What a pig. You didn’t know who this man was and you weren’t going to risk peeking through the stall and making a sound, so you stayed put even long after the gaggle of men had left and allowed yourself time to regain your composure.

“I won’t let this ruin my night.” You whispered, massaging your temple as you urged the caving sensation in your chest to leave you. “I deserve a good night.” You reminded yourself, straightening up, reapplying and correcting your makeup and dress as you slipped out, the mask of confidence back on. But you were determined to find that man, and you were going to destroy him.

“There you are!” Natasha called after three minutes of meandering, she had two drinks in her hands, passing one to you. It smelled fruity and her smile was even sweeter. After a moment you realised there was a man with her, the blue-eyed man from before. You bit the inside of your cheek and held back a blush, keeping your eyes low and your face blank.

“Y/N, this is Bucky.” She drawled out, “The guy I was looking for. I feel like you two will get along great you have a lot in common I think you’ll find.” But you weren’t listening to watch she was saying, oh no. All you could see was red. Because this was “Buck.” The misogynistic piece of crap that called you “passable”, that rated your worth at two dollars- and there he was- stood there smiling at you sleazily. Your jaw clenched in anger and you breathed in heavily through your nose to calm yourself.

“I’ll just leave you two to it.” Nat smirked. Good idea, you mentally assented. The less witnesses, the better.


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Whiskey & Wine

So, you smirk and look at him, “let’s see you in action then”.

Choking slightly, he manages out an, "excuse me?!”

In which, Harry is the know it all uni student, and you just really want to get into his phone (and maybe his bed)

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yourcrazymatchesmycrazy21  asked:

Me again! Any cute Pennywise x S/O headcannons in your head right now?

All I can think about rn is like

    • Pennywise asking you to play with his hair
    • Long make out sessions where Pennywise can’t hold back small growls and whimpers 
    • Him holding your face and cupping your cheeks with those big hands
    • Him listening to your heartbeat because he wishes he can be human and share humanly things with you sometimes. When he does you can immediately tell but don’t say anything. Instead, you just pull him close and let him hold you
    • Pennywise studying your teeth and then trying to mimic them but then seeing that your teeth make his mouth look too big
    • Pennywise shapeshifting into you so that you can see what you look like (he refused to get a mirror for the sewer) 
    • Pennywise showing up in your bedroom to watch you sleep, crouched on the headboard, just looking down at you and making you pee yourself when you wake up. But soon enough you start to just be able to feel his presence and tell him to get his ass in the bed before you make him go back to the sewers
    • Soft kisses dsjfklasjfkladsj
    • Harsh kisses 
    • You hugging him from behind and him just standing there
    • Pennywise hanging over you like a rag doll (his height is kjdfkaljfdkajk I cant) and then you brushing his hair back with a few strands and kissing his loose lips
    • Wiping the drool from his mouth
    • Pennywise being too tired to form actual English words and starts mumbling. You just nod and hum in response
    • Trying on Pennywise’s clothes
    • Pennywise trying not to eat in front of you but sometimes it happens and he tries his best to not make a mess (he does tho)
You’re Not My Brother

WORD COUNT:  2153

CHARACTERS: Reader, Dean, Sam, John, Sonny, Robin, Bobby.

PAIRING: Dean x Sister!Reader, Dean x Robin, Sam x Sister!Reader, John x daughter!reader.

WARNINGS: a little anglty, very slight child abuse, the reader is a little mean to Dean at the end, John being a bad parent.

A/N: This fic takes place in 9.07 ‘Bad Boys’. Feedback is gladly welcome. Hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading.


The loud groan of the Impala was heard outside the motel room. Sam and you got up from the couch to receive Dean and John and, as always, to offer them whatever they could need after the rough hunt.

The door cracked opened, John entered the room and closed it behind him.

You looked over at the door, waiting for it to open and show you your brother. Sam’s worried look was on your back, he was as quiet as you. You knew he was thinking the same as you, Dean had been killed.

You watched as John sat on one of the beds of the room and took his boots off. After he saw none of you had said a word he lifted up his head, analyzing you.

“Aren’t any of you asking me if there’s something I need?” Sam and you exchanged a look as John asked the question. You smiled at your little brother, trying to tell him everything was going to be okay. You were the oldest right now and that’s what you were supposed to do, keep him calm, at least, that’s what Dean would do.

“Where’s Dean?” you shyly asked.

John ignored you and proceeded talking “I’ve told you that whenever I come after a hunt you have to satisfy my needs… haven’t I?”

“Yes, sir.” Sam responded hesitantly.

John nodded at Sam and dropped his sight on you. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

“I asked you a question too, Dad.” you said as you lifted your chin and straightened your posture.

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Baby Love

A Love Story is Better With You: Baby Love - One Shot Series #5

-

Your morning had begun slowly. You had woken up to a cold mug of tea sitting by your bedside, with a little note, scribbled with Harry’s handwriting. 

Morning my love, had to pop out to the grocery store, was going to make breakfast, and realized we didn’t have eggs among other things. I should be home soon, love you x -H

You sighed, leaning against the headboard, with a steady groan, placing a palm on your belly giving it a soft rub. “You better come soon, little bub. Mumma can barely move with you being so low” you chuckling, feeling a soft kick. 

You grabbed your tea, taking a small sip, letting the cool liquid sooth your dry throat, before slowly swinging your legs over the bed,resting on the floor and waddling to the bathroom, to use the toilet and brush your teeth. 

-

You were making your way down your stairs slowly, when you heard the front door close, and Harry’s head popped into the foyer. 

“Oh, you’re up! Good morning gorgeous” he smiled, waiting for you to reach the bottom of the staircase before pecking your lips. 

You chuckled dryly, before peeking into the brown grocery bags he held in his hands, fingers curling around the handles of the bag.

“Not feeling that gorgeous this morning, but thank you” you softly smiling, following him into the kitchen as you placed a hand on your hip, giving it a soft rub, while trying not to show your discomfort. 

“You alright? How’s our little girl?” he smirked, pulling all the groceries out the brown bags, and placing the things that needed to be in the fridge, in the fridge along with other things in the cupboard. 

“Backs just been playing up, feels really sore” you whispered, feeling a strange pain make it’s way down your back.

“And who said it was a girl?” you retorted. 

“Fathers Intuition. Hasn’t to be a real thing, hmm?” he questioned and you clicked your tongue and nodded, just to wipe that smirk off his face. 

“Mhm, alright, whatever you say, mister.”

-

You were sitting on the couch, snuggled into Harry with your feet planted up on Harry’s thighs as he softly rubbed them and kept his eyes focused on the telly, as Friends was playing reruns. 

You suddenly closed your eyes, scrunching up your nose as a sharp pain made it’s way down your back and you winced through your teeth.

Harry’s brows furrowed, hands quickly stopping their movement on your feet and calves thinking he had hurt you.

“You sure you’re all right?” he questioned, sitting up more firmly, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Yeah, it was just this weird pain, I’ve never felt it before” you whispered, wiping your eyes as the tears suddenly appeared out of no where and you chuckled. 

“I don’t even know why i’m crying”

He chuckled, leaning over kissing your forehead before standing up and cleaning up your two dirty mugs that were finished with tea.

-

The pains had died down for about an hour, but they came back when you decided to lay down on your bed to take a small nap, tiredness hooding your eyes.

Crap” you winced, sitting up straight and pressing a palm to the bottom of your back.

“Harry?” you called, hoping he had heard you. 

“Harry?!” you whimpered out, eyes closed trying to focus on your breathing as tears coated your eyes. 

You had gotten up, just about to look for Harry as he stormed into the room.

“Hey, hey. You alright?” he cooed, making his way over to you, wiping at your wet cheeks as he pressed your head into his chest. 

“It hurts so bad” you whimpered.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call the midwife, you’ve been having these pains for a while, maybe you’re going into labor-”

You moaned lowly, leaning your head against the his chest, putting up your hand in attempt to get him to shush, and hush he did, as you swayed your hips back and forth.

“No, there isn’t a point!” you shouted suddenly, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand as you swayed your hips back and forth.

It seemed that your sudden outburst had him push back a little and guilt immediately sat heavy on your chest. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to shout, it just hurts so bad, and I didn’t mean to and now I feel bad-” you rambled, but he shook his head, bringing you closed to him again before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Nothing to apologize for my love” he reassured.  

You sniffled with a nod.

“It’s just, my water hasn’t broken, and they won’t admit me unless it has” you panted, suddenly feeling that pain creep it’s way down your back and through belly. 

“Oh, shit” you panted. 

Harry kept his place, right where he was as you leaned against him, swaying your hips back and forth. 

“That’s good, just like that.” he praised, hearing your pant through the contraction.

You tearfully nodded, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m just so scared.” you whispered, shakily and he nodded. 

“Me too, and that’s okay” he whispered, bringing you close, and rubbing your back. 

“Leave me to be scared. You have nothing to be afraid of, you’re going to be safe. I’m right here. Let me be worried for the both of us” 

You nodded, sniffling against him as another sharp pain was making it’s way down your back and you squeezed your eyes shut, biting into his shoulder. 

“Breath with it” he spoke again softly into your ear, leading by example by ushering a few breaths and you followed. 

“There you go” he whispered with a gentle smile. 

You smiled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. 

“Can you imagine if we actually had our baby today?” you whispered, looking up at him with a tired smile. 

“We’d finally get to meet our little bean” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes. 

“I cannot wait” he gushed. 

You smiled, wiping at your wet eyes, when a sudden feeling made it’s way in between your legs. 

“Baby, did you just pee your pants?” he chuckled. “Not that it’s bad or anything, we could clean it up-”

Your eyes went wide, looking down, seeing a small pool of liquid between your two feet. 

“I didn’t pee myself Harry. I think my water just broke” you let out, heart starting to race. 

His eyes went wide for a second, face going pale. 

“W-What?” he stuttered. “Are you sure you didn’t just pee yourself?”

“Harry!” you whimpered vulnerably, swatting at his chest as your back began to ache again and you groaned. 

“Right, okay. okay. Your water broke” he spoke out again, mostly to just get the realization to sink in that today, the two of you would finally be having your baby. 

He quickly grabbed his keys, and slipped on his shoes, quickly slipping on your flats for you, and helping you down the stairs.

“Okay, let’s go” he ushered, helping you out to the foyer and towards the door. 

“Bag” you panted with closed eyes. “Hospital bag”

Right, yes! Hospital bag” he checked, looking around and remembering you had it placed next to your night stand, in the bedroom. He quickly darted back up the stairs, skipping each step before barging into the room, heart pounding and grabbing the bag and slinging it over his shoulder and running downstairs. 

“Got the bag, now lets go have ourselves a baby” he whispered, getting a soft smile from your and a kiss to your cheek. 

-

You waddled your way out the hospital bathroom, in your hospital robe, and had the nurse help you tie the strings in the back. 

“How do I look?” you softly joked, giving him a small spin, as you wiggled your toes in your warm socks, since the hospital floors were pretty chilly. 

“So sexy” he smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips and helping you into the bed. 

“How are your contractions?” he checked, eyeing you but the nurse interrupted. 

“Very good, about 3 to 4 minutes apart, which is good. Soon they’ll be getting closer. She’s a good 6 centimeters dialed, the last time I checked, so your little baby could be here any time soon” she smiled. 

“Do you know the gender?” she questioned, looking at the computer, to fill in updated information. 

“No, we decided we’d like to keep it a surprise” Harry smiled, stroking the hair off your forehead and smiling down at you. 

Oh, that’s excited” she gushed. 

“Although, he is pretty adamant that it’s a girl” you chuckled, looking up at him with an eye roll. 

“Claims it’s his fatherly intuition”

“Well, we’ll just have to see in a matter of a couple hours hopefully, if he’s right” she smiled, jotting down a couple more notes into your binder of information and putting it away.

“Alright, i’ll be back in a couple hours to check how you’re progressing, maybe sooner if your little bub decides to speed up the process a bit” she chuckled, excusing herself and leaving the room. 

-

“I don’t know if I could do this anymore” you whispered, shaking your head from side to side as the tears slid down your cheeks. 

“Harry I can’t do it. I can’t push” you panted, as he swept the tears off your cheeks. 

“Yes you can baby, I know you can” he whispered, focusing his eyes just on you as the nurses and midwife began to situate everything in place, and begin to get ready for the process of getting you to push. 

“I’m so scared” you whispered, fright lacing your voice, and in this very moment, Harry felt heartbroken. 

Heartbroken because as much as he wanted to help you, he knew there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t take the pain away for you, he couldn’t do the pushing for you, he couldn’t do anything. The only thing he could do was be right by your side and encourage you and let you know that he was there. 

“Look at me” he whispered, beyond all the commotion. “Baby, look at me.” he repeated, placing a hand on your cheek to gain your full attention. 

“I know you can do it, and I know you’re scared, but you are so strong. The strongest woman I know. It’ll be a little bit of pushing and then we’ll finally see our little bub, the one we’ve been waiting for on months” he smiled. “I’m going to be right here beside you. You’re not alone. There’s no need to be scared, I’ll be scared for the both of us. You just take a deep breath and do what you do best, be strong” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m right here, and I love you”

You sniffled, nodding your head, quickly knuckling at your eyes. 

“I love you too, Harry”

-

“Alright sweetie, you ready to start pushing?” you midwife questioned with an excited smile. 

“As ready as i’ll ever be” you replied, with a nervous chuckle. 

“Alright, well follow your body. When you feel the need to push, just do it. Follow what your body tells you to do” she explained, and you nodded. 

Seconds later, you felt a contraction start to come along and the sudden urge to push, was greater then ever. 

“Perfect!” she encouraged. “Just like that, you’re doing beautifully!” she smiled. 

“You’re doing so well baby, i love you” Harry smiled, stroking the hair out your face and gently patting it with a cool towel. 

“Alright, one more time!” the nurse encouraged, grabbing onto your knee and counting down from ten, as you pushed with everything you had in you.

-

“I can’t!” you panted, slumping back, forehead all wet with sweat, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“I can’t do it. I can’t” you whimpered uselessly as Harry nodded his head. 

“I know baby, I know you’re tired, but you’re so close” he whispered, with hope in his voice. “Our bub is only minutes away from getting here. You can do it, I know you can” he reassured, squeezing your hand tightly. 

You felt another rush of a contraction make it’s way through your body, as you pushed as hard as you could. 

“Agh, bloody hell!” you shouted. 

“That’s beautiful! The head is out, would you like to see?” she questioned, with a smile. 

You nodded, quickly, as Harry did as well and she brought out a mirror. 

“Oh my!” you croaked, tears streaming down your face. 

“Oh baby, look at all that hair” Harry croaked, tears streaming down his face, voice rattled with tears. 

“Alright, now all i’m going to need from you for right now, is to pant. You’re going to want to push, but don’t. This is the part where the shoulders are going to come out. You may feel a burning sensation, but don’t push, I don’t want you to tear. So when you feel your next contraction come, just pant” she explained. 

Harry stayed close next to you, one hand around your shoulders as his other hand was tightly in yours for you to squeeze at any moment needed. 

“Oh, shoot!” you groaned, panting through gritted teeth, as you felt a burning sensation. 

“That’s beautiful, just like that, shoulders are almost out!” she cheered, doing what she had to do. 

“Agh, it burns!” you cried, moving your head into Harry’s shoulder, trying to withhold a scream. 

“Alright!” the midwife edged on happily. “Here we are!” she called out happily, as the baby slid out and you released a sigh of relief as she placed the baby on your chest, as the baby wailed loudly. 

It’s a boy!” the nurse called out. “7:48 PM” another nurse called out, noting the time of his birth. 

“A boy?” you breathed, shocked and overwhelmed. 

“Oh my goodness, we have a boy!” Harry exclaimed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. 

“Oh my gosh” you cried. “You’re so beautiful” you croaked wetly, swiping a finger down his chubby cheek as you sniffled. 

“Oh my, hey little guy” Harry breathed. 

“Oh sweetheart, you did so well. I’m so proud of you.” Harry grinned, cheeks wet but eyes holding such an amount of love and pride, you just couldn’t help but smile. 

-

“Alright, 7 pounds and 9 ounces!” the midwife smiled, taking your little boy, after taking his length and weight before swaddling him up and handing him to you. 

“Enjoy him, he’s beautiful” the nurse smiling, making sure you were comfortable and reassuring that if you needed anything, to just press the red caller button and someone would be down the assist. 

-

You sniffled, wiping away at your eyes, as your little boy latched onto your chest, quite quickly before nuzzling close to you and suckling away. 

Harry stirred awake, eyes going wide. 

“Are you okay? Does something hurt?” he questioned, getting up from the uncomfortable chair, back a bit stiff before quickly walking over to you. 

“No, no” you chuckled groggily, throat dry. 

“He just latched on so quickly” you whispered, voice wavering. “I was so worried he wouldn’t, but he just started to whimper, and his lips were suckling together so I figured he was hungry, and he just went at it right away” you smiled, looking down at him. 

“That’s my boy!” Harry smirked, lightening up the mood a bit and you rolled your eyes with a giggle. 

“Oh shush” you whispered. 

“What are we going to name him…” you questioned to yourself and to him. “We were so set on the idea that it’d probably be a girl, that we didn’t even think of that many boy names” you chuckled, looking up at Harry as the little boy ate away. 

“Hmm, what about Oliver? We could call him Ollie?” he suggested. 

You look down at the little boy and shrugged your shoulders. 

“He doesn’t look like much of an Oliver to me.” you debated. 

You heart stopped, as a name suddenly came to mind, and you felt as if it were perfect. You and Harry had spent a brief moment speaking of it months back, but thinking of the name, you just knew that it had to be his name. 

“What about, Theodore?” you questioned, looking up at him. “We could call him Theo.” 

“Theodore Styles…” he tested out. 

After a moment of quite, he looked down and smiled at you. 

“I love it” he whispered. “Our little Theo” he sniffled, swiping a finger down his cheek.

-

Harry was awoken to small little whimpers beside him. He cracked an eye open to see you deeply asleep, so he quietly got up and made his way to the little bassinet where Theo was laid. 

“Hey, little guy” he whispered, careful to not wake you, since you needed the rest.

Harry gently placed his hand under his head and swiftly brought him close to his chest. 

Grabbing the soft blanket, you two had brought from home, he sat down on the reclining chair, gently taking off his shirt, and placing Theo on his chest and covering them both with the soft blanket. 

“Hey Theo…” he whispered, gently rocking back and forth. 

“You’re so beautiful, gosh, I really did not think you were going to be a boy” he chuckled softly. “But i’m so glad, I can’t imagine it any other way” he whispered.

“I hope I’ll be a good daddy for you”

“I’ll promise to always be there for you, bud. I’ll be there to kiss the boo boo’s away, i’ll be there at all your football matches, if that’s what you decided you wanna play when you get a bit older. I promise i’ll always be there for a chat if you ever need one, but I promise to love you, no matter what you do, because you’ll always be my little boy” he whispered.

-

You were awoken to a gentle tap at the door. You cracked an eye open, seeing Harry with Theo in his arms, snuggled close as Anne popped her head in.

“Hello, hello!” you whispered excitingly, placing her bag down quickly and making her way to you, giving you a warm embrace, kissing your cheek before making her way over to Harry.

“Oh, goodness” she whispered, hands instantly covering her mouth as tears coated her eyes. 

There was a moment of silence, before her eyes went wide. 

“It’s a boy?!” she gasped quietly, eyes going wide, looking between the two of you, as she saw his bassinet with the words “It’s a boy!” labeled on the side. 

“It’s a boy” you smiled, heart growing warm, as Anne placed her head on Harry’s shoulder, fawning over the new little member of the family. 

“Can I hold him?” she wavered, clearing her throat to get rid of the shakiness of her voice. 

“Of course, mum” Harry chuckled, waiting for her to quickly sanitize her hands before stepping beside him and having the baby placed into her hold. 

He whimpered slightly, but once replaced in another pair of warm arms, he snuggled close, with a snuffled nose, before going back to sleep. 

“Oh, he’s just beautiful” she gushed, running a finger down his cheek, before taking a seat on the edge of your bed. 

“How was the delivery?” she questioned, looking up at you. 

“It was hard.” you spoke truthfully. “If Harry hadn’t been there, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to do it” you softly smiled as he pressed a kiss to the side of your forehead. 

There was a moment of silence, all eyes on Theo.

“So mum…” Harry started. 

“We’d officially like for you to meet…Theodore Robin Styles” Harry whispered, eyeing you with a soft smile as Anne’s head shot up. 

“What?” she whispered tearfully. 

“Mhm” you whispered, wiping at your eyes.

“We figured it would play out well, he was such an amazing man, he was always there for Harry, and we want Theo to have a part of him.” you whispered, tears rattling your voice. 

“Oh goodness, he would have loved it” she sniffled, looking up at the ceiling to try and contain her tears. 

“Oh, mum” Harry whispered, sitting beside her and embracing her.

“Thank you, that’s just…so beautiful” she whispered. “I’m sure he loves it” she smiled softly, looking down at Theo.

“What a wonderful little boy…” she whispered. 

Oh, but was she right, he really was a wonderful little boy. 

-

here we have it, the birth of the first Styles’ baby, Little Theo! Hopefully you enjoyed, let me know what you thought, and if you have any requests be sure to send them to my ask box! lots of love x

Teen Dad [Labor Story]

Teen Dad [Labor Story] 

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Birth


A/N: Many, including me, did not want Teen Dad to end, haha. A lot of people also wanted it to become a series, and I guess that’s happening! This should be part 1 of the labor story, and as usual, you have to let me know if you want a part 2, because, this series doesn’t continue unless you want it to! I hope you enjoy this continuation of Teen Dad! 

Ps. Also give me suggestions for baby names!


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You woke up at 3:15 in the morning to a wet bed. Three weeks ago, you hit your nine months, and any day now you would have the baby. I guess that day might be today.

“Pete, baby, wake up,” you whisper, shaking Peter slightly next to you to wake him up.
“Hm?” he said, still sounding asleep.
“Wake up.”
He rubbed his eyes and turns over to face you. He gives you a sleepy smile and put his hand out, looking for yours. I’m guessing he felt something wet, causing his eyebrows to furrow, his eyes were still closed.
“Did you pee yourself again?”
“No!”
He sits up, rubbing his eyes and slapping his cheeks to wake himself up.
“Then why is it wet again love?”
“I think my water broke.”
His eyes are wide open now.
“What!? Are you sure!?”
“Yeah I’m pretty sure.”
He then suddenly gets up and runs around. Grabbing clothes and the hospital bags that you prepared earlier last month.
“I’ll wake up May,” he yelled, running out of your shared room at the moment.
“I’ll call the doctor,” you yell back.


You sat in the hospital bed. Smiling at the camera Peter was pointing at you. He likes to make little video diaries of important moments of his life. The fight against Captain America being the first one.

“We’re having the baby today guys!” He yelled, talking to the camera.

“I hope so,” you said, sighing with a smile plastered on your face, you were just so happy and excited.

“I hope so? What do you mean I hope so?”

“Labor takes a while sometimes Peter. We could have him today or tomorrow.”

Peter throws his head back and lets out a loud groan.

“I want him out today!”

“Well then give birth for me, would you?” you say with a bit of attitude. When this baby comes out, you’re going to end up having to take care of two kids. Peter, and him. You really do need to find a name for the baby already. You’re kind of getting sick of calling him, ‘him’.

He shakes his head vigorously, “no thank you, I’m good. Sorry.”


Your contractions were less than five minutes apart. You had your eyes closed, breathing slowly.

In, out, In, out, In, out

Peter did the same, trying to calm himself as well. It seems like he was in greater pain than you were.

His face was concentrated, eyes closed, hands on his knees as he is sitting on a chair next to you, breathing deeply and strongly.

“Pete?”

“Hm?”

“Are you having contractions too?”

“Huh? No– why would you say that?”

You turn back to look at your belly, “nothin’.”


The contractions were getting stronger now. They were so painful, you were shaking.

Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, your hair sticking to it as well. Your breathing was faster and you tried to hold back the tears.

Peter is so worried of you, he didn’t like seeing you like this, it hurts him seeing you like this.

“Should I call the nurse? Do you want an epidural? Those help right? To take the pain away?”

You shake your head no, “no, I don’t want it. I’m fine.” You managed to say.

“Are you sure? You seem to be in a lot of pain darling. I think you shoul–”

“No, I’–I’m fine.” The contraction finally ended, and you let out a deep breath.

“You are doing great love.” Peter says, pressing a kiss to your temple.


“All right, Ms. (Y/l/n), you are at 9 centimeters, one more and we’re going to start pushing.”

“One more? How long will that take? Oh my g– the baby is coming! oh my g– I need to call Aunt May! I need to call Ned too! I should tell Tony as well, oh my–.” Peter yells, grabbing his phone and running out the room to call everyone.

“Peter! Don’t leave now!” Peter quickly ran back inside, breathing as heavily as you are.

“Wow, I’m out of shape,” he says to himself while walking back towards you.

“Sorry love.”

“All right, we’re at 10 centimeters, it’s time Ms. (Y/l/n).”

You nod, Peter grabbing your hand with one hand, and holding your leg with the other.

“Take a deep breath, when I count to three I want you to hold it and push, okay?”

You nod, unable to speak.

“One, two , three, push.”

You take a deep breath and push as hard as you can. This was more painful than you thought.

You scream in pain a little, Peter hushing you.

“It’s okay darling, I’m right here. Just squeeze my hand.”

“One, two, three, push,” the doctor says again.

This time you pushed harder and squeezed Peter’s hand. And this time, he was the one to scream in pain, except ten times louder than you did.

“Sorry!”

“No no,” he said, his voice high and cracking, as he tried to hold the pain within him.

“Just a little bit more, we can almost see the head.”

Peter moves a little down and looks, and his eyes goes wide before going back to you.

“What?”

“N– nothing,” he said, voice still cracking. Let’s just say it was a bit scary down there.

“A few more Ms. (Y/l/n). One, two, push!”

“Hey! You didn’t say three! I wasn’t ready,” Peter yelled, also shrieking in pain as you squeeze his hand harder.

You push with all your might, causing the baby’s head to pop out.

“The head’s out! One more big push sweetie! You’re doing great!”

Peter peeks again, this time smiling wide.

“Baby! His head is out! He has curly hair just like me!”

You laugh with happy tears, “really?”

He nods his head, the smile not leaving his face. He leans in to kiss your lips.

“One more one more! One, two, push!”

You took a very deep breath and pushed harder than the last time. Pain instantly left your body, and a loud cry filled the room. You had tears running down your face before knowing it and Peter was smiling big with tears of his own.

“Baby boy at 4:37pm,” the doctor called out.

The doctor placed the baby boy on your chest.

“Here Mr. Parker,” one of the nurses said, handing Peter a pair of scissors, “cut right here please.” Peter did what he is told and cutting the umbilical cord, baby Parker crying on your chest.

“Good job mommy,” Peter says, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Thanks daddy,” you said, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Hold on,” the doctor called out, catching you and Peter’s attention.

“There’s another one on its way.”

Total. Mercy. Rework.

Hold your breath Mercy mains because…

Mercy’s Resurrect is now an E ability and she can only focus 1 soul 

30. Second. Cooldown.

Mercy’s new ultimate, Valkyrie, allows Mercy to fly around the map, further beams, multiple beams, increased gun damage, and decreased cool downs (8 seconds between rez)

There’s Nothing Holding Us Back (Part. 1/?) | Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

A/N: This is my first imagine ever so please be gentle, i’m french so excuse me if i made some mistakes i tried my best :) I decided to pick Jeff because i clearly had a crush on him since the first time i saw him in 13RW and we all agree HE DESERVED BETTER. I will try to write other imagine about him and the rest of the cast so send me some requests if you want. And for this one, there will be probably 4 parts I guess :)

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx




You’ve been watching every details of your reflection in the mirror since ten minutes, just to find something that you could change. Something you could improve. If your shirt was good enough, even though it probably is the seventh that you tried. You know Jeff will arrive in about thirty minutes but you didn’t even decided about what you will wear tonight. There are must be fifteen different outfits scattered in your room, proving your indecision.

“Whatever you’re wearing, he will like you.” You can’t help but jump when you hear your best friend’s voice, Clay. He’s leaning on the door, still wearing his favorite hoodie. You didn’t even hear the doorbell or Clay climbing the stairs because you were too focused on your flaws. You smile at him while he’s sitting on the edge of you bed, where luckily there weren’t any clothes. “I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t notice you were here.” His lips stretch in a mocking smile. “That’s what I’ve seen.”

You let yourself fall beside him, completly desesperate. You known him since seven months but he has quickly become someone very important for you. It was him who’s been charged to show you the Liberty High the day you arrived. You just couldn’t be far from each other since that day. All of your afternoons spent together in the library allowed you two to found out common grounds. Especially Comics. Being a big fan of Marvel, particurlarly the Winter Soldier, you just couldn’t let him criticise Bucky Barnes - who clearly deserved better. And the bound become wider.

He can do something for you. He can help you with Jeff. He knows him, right ? Plus, Clay has been talking with him about Hannah. You were hoping that the baseball player could have told him what he likes in girls. “I just can’t make a choice. It’s like I can’t get dressed anymore.” He giggles at what you said and you let your head laid on his shoulder. A bra suddenly appears in front of your face and Clay shakes it. “You really want to get it on with him, huh ?” You try to push him on the floor than laugh with him. “Fuck off, Jensen.”

“I just can’t understand why you’re so scared about this date. He has seen you without makeup, all sweaty and with your awful morning face.” You stick out your tongue at him. He’s not wrong but he just can not understand. Even though all of your gym class didn’t scare Jeff, you still wanted to be the prettiest girl in his eyes. “Look Clay, boys can only wear a jean and they still appear to be handsome. But girls need to feel beautiful, desired by guys. Get it ?” 

“Yes, but…” He’s been shutted by the ringbell. Of course, it’s Hannah who goes into your room, smiling. “Hello, Y/N. Hi, Helmet.” You give her a smile while Clay was just blushing. He blushed even more when she sat next to him. He can make fun of your sexy underwear but his reaction everytime Hannah is around him is a lot more funny. The poor guy loses confidence and becomes all nervous. You really have to do something to help these lovebirds. “You both wanted to stress me even more, don’t you ?” 

“Helmet called me. And the situation is worst than I expected.” You turn to Clay who is smart enough to understand your question. “Your brother. He saw how much you seemed to be lost and since your parents aren’t home, he called me.” It’s as if you didn’t have anyone but Clay as a friend. Although, this is not totally false. But there are also Tony and Skye with whom you get on well.

And there’s Hannah. A new student like you with whom you created a true friendship since you helped each other in physics class. You tried to talk with other students like the famous groupe friends of Justin Foley but you didn’t appreciate the way they treated Hannah. So you prefered hang out with the “biggest ass” of the school instead of completly douchebags.

“What Jeff told you about your date ?” Clay is trying to reassure you making conversation with you while Hannah has her head in your closet. She really wants to help you. “Barely nothing.” you respond. She hands you a navy blue blouse that goes up to your neck, one of your favorite shirt. “Wear this one. It suits you well and I’m sure, he’ll fall for you.” Just before putting it on, you turn to Clay so that he looks somewhere else. Of course, he has seen you in swimsuit at Bryce’s parties — where you forced him to go with you — but it wasn’t the same thing as underwear. Hannah is helping you to zip up in the back and as she said, you looked pretty cute wearing this shirt.

Jeff has to pick you up at 7, you only have 8 minutes to finish preparing you — you still have to do your makeup and put on some perfume then pick out you shoes. “Don’t you have work tonight ?” You didn’t pay attention until now but they are helping you instead of working at Cresmont. “There are two new and young employees who wanted to prove they can handle the job.“ Perfect. They can see each other anywhere else than the Cresmont or the school. 

You know how to do your makeup so it only takes you 5 minutes to do it. Of course, even a date won’t separate you from your eternal pairs of Nike. All covered with little drawings from Clay, Hannah and even Jeff. There’s also a little smiley with cross eyes from Justin Foley — he made it at the first party you came at the start of the year. Your favorite one will always be the one from Tony, two little laurel leaving on each side of your shoes.* But above all, you take his letterman jacket that he gave you after one of his baseball games. From this moment, you’ve had a big sign above your head saying “Taken by Jeff Atkins. Don’t touch”. And you kind of liked that. Getting you rid of assholes like Monty de le Cruz. And you were considered being more than just a friend to him.

“What are you going to do after I go ?” You give Clay a chance to propose her to do something together. “Maybe watch a movie ?” You were praying that Clay make the first step but Jeff decided to distract you from your goal. He has the chance you like him a lot because you totally could ask him to come back later.

You froze in the middle of your room while it feels like your heart will come out of your chest. “Shit. I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I can’t…” Okay, you’re gonna pee on yourself in about two seconds. “Shut up, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just take a breath and calm down.” Clay wasn’t the type of guy to swear. But you knew that when he does it, it was because something particularly affected him. He was the calm one between you two. “C'mon, Y/N. It’s not as if it was Sebastian Stan** who was here to pick you up. It’s just Jeff Atkins. But for fuck’s sake, it’s still Jeff Atkins.”

“Now, stand up and join your boy.” he pursued. You give them a quick hug. “Thank you, guys.” Just before you step out of the room, Hannah took your hand, looking deep in yours eyes. “Please. Do not miss this chance.” You smile at her, thinking of all the times she pushed you and Jeff to recognize your feelings. Jeff was having a chat with your brother about the next baseball game. They were in the same team and you were relieved to know that they get along well. Your brother knew how kind and gentle was Jeff so there was no problem with you two hanging out.

They stop their conversation as you make your way to them. He’s wearing a white t-shirt highlighting his suntanned skin. God, he’s beautiful. “You ready to go ?” You can’t help but feel a little hurt because he didn’t say anything. Even if you’re just wearing a shirt with a pair of pants and you had his jacket, you were still hoping he would say something. “Yep. We can go.” You give a kiss to your brother just before leaving and following Jeff to his car.

“I didn’t want to make you feel unconfortable by making this in front of your little brother and Clay and Hannah who were clearly spying us but…” He’s looking at you with his beautiful smile. His legendary smile that makes all the girls fall in love with him. He’s running his hand across your face to your lips, caressing it with his thumb. Then presses it while your heart is beating more and more.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you a few millimeters next to your lips, just where his thumb was. Even though he didn’t kiss you, the contact of his lips on your cheek totally electrified your all body. Jeff then took your hand and didn’t let it go until you arrived. 



*so I was thinking about harry styles’ tattoo for this drawing.

**he’s the one who plays Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) in Captain America.