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How Dan and Phil probably broke up #34
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AoEx Boys Helping Their S/O with Painful Cramps: 

(Requested by @thiscityneedsyounow! I hope these are okay! And I hope you feel better soon sweetie!! ) 

Rin Okumura! 

  • he’s at a loss
  • totally caught off guard
  • and a little scared ?
  • he knows that girls get cramps on their periods…but…he doesn’t KNOW
  • you’d have to walk him through it - but he’d do whatever you ask 
  • You want chocolate? Sure - he’ll go get it. 
  • A heating pad? Definitely. No problem. 
  • You want him to rub your back? No big deal. 
  • Need more pads/tampons or pain killers? Just tell him which ones to get and he’ll get it. 
  • (he’ll text you pics of the different ones at the store until he finally has the right one)
  • also he’s always down for cuddling so if you just need affection - he’s THERE 
  • he’ll wrap his tail around your waist and nuzzle against you and its so cute and warm and lovey dovey  

Yukio Okumura! 

  • he’s a 
  • he KNOWS what to do 
  • he’s already got everything you need 
  • likes giving you little facts about this or that revolving around a period 
  • “Did you know that chocolate actually helps ease period cramps because-” 
  • “Yukio - stop. Please don’t talk about it.” 
  • “Well, okay Y/N. But there’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed of it - its totally normal and - “
  • “YUKIO”

Ryuji ‘Bon’ Suguro! 

  • oh geez
  • big gorilla lookin muthafucka buyin pads/tampons at the convenience store with THAT expression ^ 
  • he doesn’t honestly have a problem with it 
  • but he has to keep up appearances - you know?
  • constantly worries about you though 
  • if you’d let him he’d wrap his arms around you - his hand lightly holding the heating pad/hot water bottle in place against your abdomen 
  • presses soft kisses to your shoulder comfortingly 
  • stays quiet usually but if you just want to hear his voice he’d recite sutra 

Konekomaru Miwa!

  • bless his sweet little ol heart 
  • he’s not prepared in the slightest 
  • feels useless cause he doesn’t know how to help 
  • probably prays about it when your napping or whatever 
  • is willing to run around and do whatever you say so that he can be of use 
  • its sweet
  • he’s kinda like a puppy 

Shima Renzou! 

  • he ALREADY KNEW when this day would come
  • he’d noticed your habits in class and stuff before ya’ll had become a thing 
  • and could pinpoint approximately when you would start 
  • its kinda creepy Renzou 
  • but he always offered you a water bottle and he always knew when you wanted chocolates and he always kept a supply of pain relievers in his bag when he knew this day was approaching 
  • now that ya’ll are a thing - he’s still the same 
  • he’s still ready for it and he spoils you days in advance 
  • bringing you your fave flowers or a teddy bear and something chocolate 
  • when the cramps happen - it shocks him that they’re so bad 
  • but he stays chill and rubs your back and does whatever you need him to 

None of them ever say anything if there’s blood on sheets/blankets/clothes/towels. They just let it be. They might text their mothers (or girls they know, ex: Shura) and ask how to remove the stains - and if they can’t they might just throw out whatever it is and get a new one (unless its something important to either of you - in which case they just don’t speak about it and eventually they don’t even notice it anymore to be qh). 

Some people: I’m writing a story! I won’t tell you what it’s about, though. I’m afraid someone will steal my ideas.


Belle/Adam and children

alternative title: I Can’t Believe My First Proper Contribution To A Fandom After So Many Years Is Fucking Disney Headcanons

also, this got really out of hand. still.. enjoy?

- Belle doesn’t want to have children for another ten years, and that makes everyone, literally everyone in the village Upset™ (bc nothing, even a thought goes unnoticed in a village, apparently) [okay, her father isn’t upset, but he doesn’t really get it either]

-  Adam does want to have children, but he understands Belle and respects her wish – he thinks she’ll make a marvellous mother (he’s seen her plenty around children) once she’s ready

- and besides, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to give his children all the love he wants to give them; he’s not afraid of turning into his father anymore, now that he has Belle, but he’s terrified of not being enough

- Belle figures that out after a while, and even though it breaks her heart, it also makes her even more determined to show him just how happy he makes her, their friends, their people

- (on that note, Adam definitely has a praise kink)

- (but he enjoys praising Belle - and watching her reaction - as well? basically their communication during sex is A+, 10/10, would recommend)

-  but anyway, as effective contraception was basically non-existent as a term back then, and despite their being bright and well-read and everything (Belle a genius, even), there isn’t a solution they could come up with that would really work

-  (besides not having sex at all, obviously, but knowing themselves that’s so impossible/ridiculous a thought they don’t even say it out loud, just dismiss it for good)

- so Belle ends up visiting the Enchantress, despite their shared mistrust

-  ..and they have this amazingly thorough and comforting talk; by the end of it Belle is visibly more open and more forgiving

-  the Enchantress gives Belle the herbal+magical equivalent of a birth control pill basically, and they part on relatively good terms

-  but now Belle just wants to have sex all the time, which is really adorable/very hard to resist if you ask Adam

-  of course he knows she’s done something, and as Belle won’t tell him what’s this sudden, miraculous ’solution’, he can’t help but worry

-  she gets so annoyed she just kind of blurts it out one morning, and immediately regrets it

-  Adam goes from mildly worried to full-on panicking in about two minutes; he isn’t loud or dramatic for once – he becomes uncharacteristically quiet, and he looks so, so lost and afraid

-  Belle tries to convince him that it’s fine, everything is fine and the Enchantress wouldn’t have a ’reason’ to curse him/them this time – but it sounds really half-hearted the more desperate and guilty she becomes (he’s looking at her with big blue eyes, and when she moves to draw him into her arms, he’s shaking, holding onto her as if someone was to take her away if he let her go)

- that night, he kisses her, stroking her back as if she was the porcelain doll she very much isn’t, and refuses to do anything else – he doesn’t sleep a wink, either

- the next day there are as many as six physicians in the castle, and Belle huffs and grits her teeth in annoyance, but lets them examine her, looking for any physical sign of a curse

- they don’t find anything, and Belle nearly cries at Adam’s joyous, relieved expression when she tells him

- weeks pass, and although they are still just as affectionate as before, there’s this hesitation, unsureness between them that Belle hates more than anything – she can see Adam doesn’t like it, either

- she decides she’s had enough after a month of this, takes a deep breath, and tells Adam she’s ready to have children after all, they needn’t be that careful

- Adam knows it’s not entirely untrue, but also sees that stubbornly set jaw, that brave, upturned face, and decides to visit the Enchantress himself

- he comes back only slightly less terrified, but he kisses her palm and folds her fingers around the small vial, and Belle feels his trust heavy and sweet in that palm as he leans down to kiss her properly

- things grow.. easier in the next few years, between them and the Enchantress

- however, it’s not until the birth of their first child, healthy and perfect, that the last traces of worry fade from Adam’s eyes

- he still insists on co-sleeping with the baby (at least until Belle has recovered), and Belle, utterly in love with the child and now feeling confident enough to be a parent her mother would be proud of, agrees

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm an aspiring illustrator/ animator, and I was just wondering if you could please tell me a bit about your experience as an artist, where you got your beginnings, and how you've gotten to where you are today. I absolutely love your concept art and I think you're a fantastic artist, and I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me as much as you can about your job and what it's like working for dreamworks. Thank you! x

Hey thanks! I have a Q and A page where most of this is answered, but I’ll tell you a bit about my day to day job. (note: I’ll delete this post in a week or so)

Here’s a link to the Q&A-

My experience with Dreamworks so far has been great, I started out doing BG design then moved on to Vis Dev, and now I’ve been working as a story board revisionist on Voltron for the past 6 months or so. Day to day I just come into work, sit at my desk and draw forever basically. scenario: My director will have a section from a storyboard (a super rough form of the episode- just still drawings in panels) and he will say, “hey, make these characters look better.” or “everyone should be drawn looking left, not right, fix it” or “make the acting better here”. and then I will. Then he will make some notes on how I could improve- it’s great.   

dearentity  asked:

I work in the main grocery department of my store and half the calls I get are for me to check if I have any in the back, and when I politely tell someone "no, I'm sorry, we should get more in soon", you'd think they'd be like "oh well". Instead they start saying why they REALLY NEED said product. LISTEN, WE DONT HAVE IT, AND NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY, WE STILL WONT HAVE ANY, PLEASE LET ME GET BACK TO MY JOB

We’re here now: Archie Andrews x Reader Imagine

Summary: (might have spoilers for your reading) Y/N is drawn to a a familiar sound whilst someone performs songs for a small old-school pub in Riverdale. As the mystery guy starts to play a song Y/N’s boyfriend made her in high school, it is only possible it’s Y/N’s high school love Archie Andrews. They have a talk about what their future will look like and will they be in each other’s.

Word count: 1,335

Author: oharchiekinss  / I really liked writing this but I feel like the ending was really rushed as I don’t have much time to write. Tell me if you want part 2 of this and if you have any ideas for what could happen next for Y/N and Archie the please send me a message or a request.

You can feel the bass shaking the ground beneath you as you walk through the alleyways of clubs and bars on a Saturday night. The lights start to slowly fade as you walk further away from your office, now closer to your apartment. You had spent the whole night working on some papers and the frustration of your selfish boss drained you. You needed some time to calm down, away from your messy, paper filled office.
You walk past the last pubs of the street, as you hear a faint guitar playing with a soft voice vocalizing over. You walk backwards a bit and listen outside the door of the old-school pub. The chords and melody of the song brings back a cloudy memory of you childhood but you couldn’t tell what. You start to get more interested and head down the steep stairway into an underground bar as the music got louder and louder. He sounded extremely familiar to you, and it brought you a weird and surprising feeling of belonging and safety. You step into the full pub and approach the stage walking through the crowd of people drinking at their tables. You tried to get a look at the artist singing and playing the guitar but all you could see were his hands lightly strum the guitar as the people in the front row stood up in front of him swaying to the melody.
You listen to the soft sound of his guitar until he finishes the song. The crowd claps loud and cheers at him. He speaks up with a very familiar voice in to the microphone, “This is the last song. I wrote this for my girlfriend in high school, I thought she would always be there but our paths parted. I hope you have a good night and enjoy this last song”. People awe at the thought of his high school sweetheart and look at each other. You smile as you remember how your boyfriend used to write you songs and sing them to you at the back of his dad’s truck at 3am and the conversations couldn’t and wouldn’t ever leave that truck, it was just you and him.
He starts to play a light melody with an undertone of sad chords, with his fingers picking at the strings. A sudden wave of comfort rushes over you. He starts to sing and his voice is soft but strong as you hear him sing out of his heart. You catch yourself predicting the lyrics and slightly singing along. Why do you know this song? He just mentioned that it was personal?
You start to head towards the stage in confusion. You lightly push someone out of the way in the crowd to see who is singing this, “Excuse me.” You push through to see the stage and look up at the redheaded singer with strong features as he passionately strums the guitar.
“Archie?” you say out loud, loud enough for him to hear and look up at you. He is startled but continues to sing and keep eye contact with you the whole song. You mouth the lyrics with a lump in your throat as the pleasant and unpleasant memories fill your mind. People look at you in confusion as they follow his gaze. You leave to go outside to get some fresh air. The stone cold stares of people cause you to feel like the walls are caving in. And seeing Archie, your high school love’s face again after 5 years has made it hard for you to think or do anything.
You sit outside in front of the pub catching your breath. Your eyes concentrate on the wet road and how the streetlights lightly reflect a sparkle off of the surface. As you settled your breathing and zoned out watching the quiet street, you hear someone quietly call out your name, “Y/N?”.
You jump a bit as it snaps you out of your dreamy state and you see Archie standing at the door of the pub. He had grown a lot. He was now tall enough to tower over you, he was very toned and his shoulders were broad. Seeing him made you feel safe and comfortable even if he had changed, as his fiery red hair and his chocolate brown eyes were ageless.  He sits down next to you and you both look at each other with amazement.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, huh? What are you doing here?” He asks as you still are in a zone of amazement. You manage to gather yourself and respond. “I… uh live here. I work in the office building for a magazine, nothing special. What about you?”.
“I work with my dad’s company, but I like performing in the local pubs everyone once in a while.”
You look at him in confusion. The whole 2 months you had been living back in your childhood town Riverdale, you haven’t ran into him.
“You said in high school that working for your dad is the last thing you want to do? Following in his footsteps? I thought you were going to stay in New York?” you say a bit worried frowning at Archie.
“I was naive. No one could take better care of the company after him other than me, and I get to perform on the side… Why did you come back? You hated this place…”, he says now looking at the street that you were drawn to earlier, because of it’s mesmerizing shimmer.
“I don’t know… I guess I feel like this is the only place I belong. This is where I grew up, where I had my first friends… my first love”. Archie looks up at you with a smirk and nods as you continue, “Wherever I went I felt empty, like it was missing something. The school I went to wasn’t Riverdale High, the food I ate wasn’t from Pop’s, The people I talked to weren’t Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and the person I tried to love… wasn’t you, Archie.” He looks up at you in surprise but with a very loving and understanding gaze. He takes your hand carefully to see your reaction and you let him. He held your hand in his and the memory of you in his truck talking for hours and cuddling started to overload your mind.
“Y/N, We have grown. What we had might have been just a silly high school crush… or it could have been real and we were two kids in love. Ever since we decided to put our own lives over each other’s, I have felt out of place and distant from everyone and everything.”
You look up at him and squeeze his hand tighter in your lap. He had grown and your conversation was so mature, which was quite a new experience.
He continued, “We were apart and I have tried my best to get over you, but after years of trying to forget you, I have learnt it’s the best for me to just let you be apart of my past and eventually you have become a pleasant memory to think of, rather than the worst heartbreak I have experienced”, you both chuckled at his dramatic feelings towards the old relationship, but at the back of your mind you knew everything he said was true and you had gone through the same process.
He pulls you in closer, “But seeing you now, in reach. I can see you, hear you, speak to you… touch you. I can’t help but feel like I’m a fool for you once again.” You look at him shaking your head and smiling. “Andrews… Never fails to make me love him more… But, we have grown apart and we were so far away, what if we are different and we…“ he quickly pulls you into a soft kiss before you managed to finish your sentence. A strand of his soft red hair falls onto his face as he pulls away from you and you look into his capturing eyes.
We’re here now.”


Okay sorry that this took so long and arent that great but they’re sketches for a reason. We have two Luis’.

One is of Dad Lui. Instead of a child, he’s everyone dad. He wears all forms of jammies and gets sick of everyone’s shit lol

Two is Ninja Lui, very sneaky and LOVES shiney things and those of value, rarely seen by other’s and the strong silent type. Doesn’t fuck around and somewhat cold.

Please choose which one you’d like either in ask or in replies ;v; Then if Mod Derpy wants to edit anything, she will tell me c: We want to know what design should be what before we officially start 2p Lui uvu

Thanks! Much love!

-Mod Hypno

Like She’s Mine (part four) - Stiles Stilinski

wow i got such immediate feedback when i posted part three guys, I thought my phone would literally blow up ur all amazing xx

part one
part two
part three

warnings: swearing, pregnancy, sadness, lots of time jumping i hope it’s not too confusing

PART FOUR (august)

“SHIT!” I screamed, whipping the apron over my head, and quickly untying it from behind my back.  Allison came running into the store from the back room.

“What? What? What’s going on?” She asked.

“Can you drive me to the airport?” I asked, hanging up the apron and checking my hair in my phone’s camera.

“Sure when-”

“Now” I said.  Allison’s eyes widened.


“Stiles is flying out today” I begged.  “Please, please, if Lou catches us, I swear Alli, I will cover for you, I will tell her it’s all my fault, please let me say goodbye” Allison sighed, bouncing on her foot for a moment.  The undoing the knot of her apron.

Fine.  But you owe me coffee for a week”


The car ride to the airport was ten minutes.  It was 4:15 now, and Stiles left at 4:30.  My legs were shaking, no, my whole body was shaking.

“Alli, when I next see him, I will have had a baby” Allison parked the car, and looked down at her phone.

“y/n we’ve got six minutes!” She yelled.  We ran out of the car and sprinted through the airport.  “What gate!?” Allison yelled.

“15b!” I said back.  

“y/n we’re not going to make it on time!”

“Yes we will!” I was panting.  Just as we passed 15a, I could see him.  The tall boy with messy soft brown hair.  He was turning, looking everywhere.  A blue paper in his hand, and bags by his feet.  “Stiles!” I yelped, and he spun to look at me.

“y/n!” He called back.  I ran faster until I jumped and was in is arms.  My legs were around his waist and he held me tightly against him.  “I thought you weren’t coming” He cried into my hair.  I shook my head, pulling back and looking at him.  I stood flat on my feet, my arms still wound around his neck.

“Of course I came of course” I cupped his face between my hands for a moment, before letting them fall to his shoulders.  “I couldn’t let you leave me for a year without saying goodbye Stiles”

“If you tell me right now, I’ll stay I swear I’ll figure something else-”

“No, no Stiles I’ve told you all summer this is what you were meant for” You said, rubbing his shoulders slightly.  “And you’re gonna come back next summer, and you’re gonna have the first step of becoming a detective done” I wiped my eyes and stared at him.  “Stiles, I know I’ve told you a thousand times but I’m so incredibly proud of you, this is what you’ve always wanted, and you’ve actually achieved it.  You’ve done amazing, really” He hugged me again tight, and I silently cried, not wanting him to know how much it really hurt.

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch” I nodded.

“Of course”

“And when I come back we’ll pick right back up”

“Stiles it’s not a long distance relationship” I said, laughing through a breath.

“But it is, I just don’t want anything to change” I closed my eyes tight, buying my face further against him.

“Then it won’t” I hummed.

“Take care of Scott for me, Allison can’t handle him on her own” I chuckled slightly, and pulled away, seeing Stiles laugh quietly too.  The brunette a few feet behind me smiled bashfully, and walked up to us.

“Now boarding flight six to DC!”

“That’s you” I said softly, gesturing to the gate.

“Yeah that’s me” He responded.  I hugged him once more, and he squeezed me so tight I almost feared for the baby.  I could tell Allison practically read my mind.

“Alright alright me too” She said quickly, and Stiles released me to give her a hurried side hug.

“Miss you Stilinski”

“You too Argent” He looked at me again, and I gave a small wave.

“I’ll see you later Stiles” I said softly.  He waved back, putting on his backpack, picking up his duffel, and extending the handle of his suitcase.

“You better keep in touch with me y/n”

“Promise” I said, crossing an x over my heart.  I watched as he turned and walked up to the gate, handing the man at the desk his blue ticket.  The man stamped it, handed it back to him, and Stiles made his way onto the plane.  Tears welled in my eyes again.

“Oh, honey” Allison came forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugging me gently.  “You’ve got me and Scott” She whispered as I cried onto her shoulder.  “We’ll take good care of you” She murmured.  “Whatever you need, we’re here for you, always” I nodded, holding my arms tight around her.  “I told you once how much I loved you and I’m going to give you the support you need, and I still will, I always will”

“Thank you, Allison”


Apparently, you become a whale six months into a pregnancy.  Yes, of course I knew I’d inflate like a blimp, but god, this was ridiculous.  I gave all my converse and any boots I had to tie to Allison and Lydia.  I couldn’t bend over to tie laces anymore.  My life was quite restricted these days.  Sleeping on my back every night.  No more long showers, my feet would hurt.  I gave up on fashion, because god knows nothing cute fit, and maternity clothes were too expensive to deal with.  I lived in sweats.  I barely went out, too nervous someone would recognize me.  After I found out that I was having a girl, I told Lou about the pregnancy. I was now on maternity leave.

Did I mention I got that apartment? It’s nice, because it’s basically a tiny house.  One floor, and a few rooms.  Two bedrooms, two baths, a nice kitchen connected to the dining room, and a pretty spacious living room.  It wasn’t overly expensive, but it put a slight dent in my bank account.  But once I get the ball rolling, get my job back, and stop having to take thirty pills a day, then I’ll be back on my feet.  Hopefully I can see them at the end of all of this.

Allison and I have been looking through many files of parents who want to adopt.  Here and there I’ll see a nice looking family, but it just never seemed good enough.  I wanted the best for my little girl. and as bitter as it sounds, a family could have five stars, but the mother’s smile could be just slightly downturned, and I’d throw the file away.  Allison would give me a look, but she never mentioned the way I judged the new parents of my child.

I mean, their child, that I was just carrying.

“Honey I’m home!” Allison called with a giggle as she entered the apartment.  She didn’t really live here, but when she wasn’t staying at home or with Scott, you’d find her here.  I smiled and waved from where I lay on my back on the couch.  She set her purse down at the kitchen table and kicked her shoes off by the door.  “How was the day?” The brunette asked.  I barely saw her walking into the kitchen.

“You look nice” I said as I caught a glimpse of her navy blue skirt and red short sleeved knit sweater.  A short sleeved sweater.  Only Alli could make it look normal.

“Yeah I’m going out with Scott tonight, just went on a tiny shopping spree” She said, coming into the living room with a glass of water in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other.  “I’m eating your cookies by the way” She announced, mouth already full.  I shrugged, rubbing my hands over my belly.

“They only sounded good for an hour.  I ate one and was satisfied” I asid.  Allison grinned.

“Good, cause there’s like ten left and they’re really good” i smiled and waved my hand dismissively.

‘Thanks, they’re all yours” I said, and she jumped slightly.  I shook my head as the water came out of her glass and droplets fell onto the carpet.


“It’s just water” I said, waving my hand again.

“So how’s baby Allison?” She asked, walking closer and inspecting my stomach.

“We’re not naming her that- we’re not naming her at all” I half scolded, dragging my hands down my face.  Allison frowned.

“Why not? What have we got to lose?”

“Because when you name something, you get attached.  Personally, I can’t afford to get attached to her, so we’re not naming her” Allison sighed.

“Fine” She said, taking another bite from her cookie.  “But I’m still calling her Allison” I rolled my eyes.

“Can you do me a favor and hand me my phone?” I asked, reaching my hand out towards the coffee table where it sat, just out of reach.  Allison nodded, giving it to me.  Five missed texts.  Two from Lydia, one from Stiles.

“I’m gonna go do my hair” Allison announced, heading to the bathroom as I went through my messages.

Lydia: heya girly! How’s the little girly
Lydia: (also don’t tell Alli but her name would have been Lydia, not Allison)

I rolled my eyes.  Don’t they get I can’t keep her? She can’t be named.  I clocked on Stiles’ chat.

Stiles: morning sunshine
Stiles: you’re probably sleeping.  You have been a lot lately I hope you’re not up all night on your internet college
Stiles: I miss you I wish you were here.  Wanna ft later?

I texted back. Saying I was busy with work today, and that I wouldn’t be able to catch a long enough break.  He responded immediately.

Stiles: that means we’re texting all night then, I hope you’ve got K cups left cause you’ll need the caffeine.

I told him that it sounded good, and I’d mark it down in my schedule.  Then again saying that he should get back to class because I knew he was sneaking his phone.

After that I just scrolled through my social media.  Not a lot was there, seeing that I’d just done this a few hours ago, but hey, it was a way to pass the time.  I’d already finished my online classes for the day, and grew bored.  Not a lot for a pregnant girl to do.  Just lay down, watch tv, marvel at how large I’ve gotten, shower shortly, cry while eating ice cream, and pass out randomly.

At least I wasn’t puking anymore.

Eventually I’d gotten myself off the couch, and walked back to my room.  I sunk into the bed, and stuck my feet out in the air.  I laughed to myself at the fact I could only see the blue toes.  Allison painted them last week much to my protests.  She didn’t think that me saying ‘I can’t see them what’s the point?’ was a liable excuse not to do it.  But I chuckled as I continued rocking, sticking my feet out over and over and laughing bitterly.

I did this until I felt a slight pushing sensation in my stomach.  My eyes widened, and a small smile pulled on my lips.  I held my hands over my stomach, feeling another push.

It was a kick.

“You like that Madi?” I asked softly, lifting my shirt just enough to show the skin of my stomach.  I rose my feet again and quickly dropped them, earning another kick.  Tears welled in my eyes.  My little girl was kicking.  My little Madison…

“Hey y/n did you move the hair dry-” Allison walked in, hands holding a towel as she quickly rubbed her hair with it.  I froze, staring at her practically petrified.  She gave me a knowing smile, and crossed her arms.  She looked at me like she just found out my biggest secret.

“I thought we weren’t getting attached?” I whimpered, hanging my head down in my hands.



“ALLISON DRIVE FASTER!” I screamed from the backseat of her car.

Okay, rewind to a few hours ago.

Allison was eating lunch with Scott, he’d swung by my apartment to pick her up, and I promptly stayed back in my room so he wouldn’t see my baby bump.  Which was actually more like fucking jupiter now.  But I still hollered a goodbye and told them to have a nice time.  I’d laid in the living room, reading a magazine on Brad and Angelina’s divorce, when suddenly-

“Did I just piss myself?” I muttered in embarrassment.  Two seconds later I could’ve sworn someone grabbed my intestines and ripped them out.  Oh no.

I’d hastily but shakily dialed Allison’s number, and told her to get me now.

“Now- now you’re having the baby?” She stuttered.  I could hear Scott yelling in the background but I was freaking out too much to care.

“Yes now and I NEED you to come drive me to the hospital!” I was crying now as the pain of the contractions just worsened.  There was a few muffled whispered that I barely caught wind off, but again I was too hurt to care if Scott knew.

“y/n, y/n we’re getting in the car right now it’s all going to be okay we’re on our way” Allison said calmly.  I could hear the smile in her voice.


“You want me to stay in the phone with you?” I nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see me.

“Ye-yeah yes please yes”

She continued to coo to me, telling me it would be okay, and how there was just a few more moments before she would be here.  I never really responded, I was crying to hard and groaning to much.  I could tell it made her since but she kept her soft tone and sweet words.

I was halfway for passing out when she burst into the apartment, and the world was in slow motion around me.  Allison was grinning, as was Scott but he had eyes that held more questions than I had answers for.  

“Stay awake, stay awake it’s okay” Allison’s arms wound around me, leading me out of the room and out of the apartment.

“Hurts-” I whined.

“Shh… shh it’s okay” I don’t really remember getting into the car.

The next thing I was conscious of was a man in a white coat setting me down into a wheelchair.  He asked me a question I didn’t quite hear, and I looked to Allison.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” She said to me.  “He’s asking if you want me there” I nodded.

“Please” I whispered.  Allison smiled and nodded back, quietly giving me an ‘of course’ and walking with me as I was wheeled into a room.

Screaming, a lot of screaming I almost thought I was going to die.  It legitimately felt like every bone in my body was breaking.

“y/n, y/n we just need you to take deep breaths, and push”

I didn’t even remember getting onto the cot, or holding onto Allison’s hand but I realized when she yelped.  I squeezed too hard.

“S-sorry” I panted.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re doing great” She assured, squeezing my hand as well.

I think in the three hours it took, I scarred Allison in ways that were irreversible.  The doctors and horde of nurses took my baby to the nursery while I rested.  Allison was sat in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs next to me, still holding my hand on the mattress.

“Does it feel better now?” She asked softly, holding a cool wet rag against my head.  

“Hell yes.  Don’t ever have kids, adopt mine” I chuckled, then felt a pang of regret in my chest.

“What?” Allison asked, brows furrowing in worry.  I raised a brow in silent question.  “You just looked like you were thinking, the hurting kind of thinking” Her fingers stroked gently over the back of my hand.

“Does… does it make me a bad person? Giving away a child?” Allison pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

“No.  If you truly believe you can’t give her the life we know she deserves, then no, it makes you a responsible person” I bit my lip, and her brows furrowed again.  “y/n look-”

“Miss l/n” We looked up to the door, seeing a nurse from earlier in blue scrubs, and holding a pink bundle of blankets.  “I have your baby here, would you like to hold her?” Yes.  But I didn’t answer right away, just continued to think about whether or not I was doing the right thing.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a sweet smile, as though saying I could choose what I wanted to do.  The woman stood patiently, beginning to softly rock my little girl.

“Yes please” I answered her so quietly I was sure she didn’t hear me, but sure enough she smiled widely and came over to me, carefully placing her in my arms.  Tears grew in my eyes as I looked down at her.  She was beautiful.

She had Theo’s light eyes, but hers a much brighter blue.  Her nose was a tiny button, and her skin was fair.  I could tell her hair would grow to be like mine.

“Wow” Allison whispered next to me, and Madi- the baby’s- eyes went to her.  Instantly she giggled a small hiccup of a laugh, and held her arm out towards my face.  I admit, I cried when I reached my finger to her and she clasped her small hand around it.

“Allison she’s… she’s beautiful” I cried in a whimper.  “Is Scott still here?” I asked, rocking my girl back and forth slightly.

“Yeah, he’s waiting in the hall” She told me.

“You can let him in” I said with a small smile.

“You sure?” I nodded, and Allison stood swiftly and left the room nearly silently.

“Hi Madi” I said softly, smiling down at the girl about to fall asleep in my hold.  “You’re a beautiful little girl” I told her.  “I wish I could have more time with you, I know you’re going to be such a great kiddo” More tears fell down my face, and her smile fell.  She gave my finger a squeeze that was feather light, but noticeable.  “I hope one day-one day-” I choked.  “You’ll let me s-see you” The door opened again, and Allison was smiling, talking with her hands.

“Oh Scott she’s just ador- y/n?” Allison saw me crying and hurried over.  “Hey, hey honey what’s wrong?” She asked.  But I shook my head, unsure of the words to say.  “Hey…. shh it’s okay” She cooed softly, petting my hair, then petting my child’s bald head.  I could see Scott growing closer.  He smiled gently at me, and it was like we were at a silent understanding.  “y/n? What’s going on?” I sniffled, stroking the backs of my fingers against Madi’s face.

“I can’t give her away Alli” I said, tears still rushing down my face.  “I can’t give my little girl away”

drumroll please! aaaaaannndddd BOOM.  CONFLICT!

tagged: @morganschiebel @bunnyboo10154 and @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday

also @celestial-writing bc shes my boo AND the baby is named after her cute ass *muah* :)

!Important! NaruSaku Day News

April 3rd is coming nearer and nearer, so there are a few things we’d like to remind you of!


The tags used for NaruSaku Day are (bolded are recommended in top 5 tags):


These are not rules as much as a request from me and other fellow NaruSaku fans. After all, I can’t tell you what to do. You may or may not know, but here on Tumblr, the NaruSaku fandom goes through great efforts to prevent crosstagging, unsourced artwork, and harassment from other ships.

Years ago, we made the Block List for the sole purpose of mass blocking intruders or people who constantly started drama by crosstagging or harassed others, even within the NaruSaku fandom.

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Seventeen Kinks (Performance Unit)

Prompt: “ Also Seventeen for that kink thingy”
Obviously smut, so please don’t read if you don’t like it.


  • Dom
  • “Princess”
  • Dirty talk
  • Hair pulling
  • T e a s e
  • Would tease you until you were crying out
  • “You have to tell me what you want, princess”
  • Toys. Lots of toys
  • Public sex, but not really full blown sex
  • Just teasing you in public
  • Maybe some quickies
  • Overstimulation


  • Experimental
  • Mostly into pleasing you
  • On the occasion, would be rough
  • But only to spice things up
  • Would eat you out any day at anytime
  • Loves to see you ride him
  • Lowkey sub, but mostly switch
  • Wants you to take control, tell him what to do
  • “Yes, ma’am.”
  • Into lap dances
  • Would like to pin your hands above your head if he takes control
  • Thigh riding


  • Switch
  • Into light bondage
  • Biting/scratching
  • Likes to leave hickies on your thighs
  • Lowkey into spanking
  • Would want you to sit on his face and pull his hair
  • Lingerie kink
  • Chokers/collars
  • Oral
  • Light hair pulling
  • Likes to be in control most of the time


  • Dom
  • Would make you address him as “sir”
  • Would wrap your hair around his fist and pull it
  • Spanking
  • Orgasm denial
  • Overstimulation
  • Dirty talk
  • Lingerie kink
  • ”Strip for me, baby girl.”
  • Light bondage/choking
Dating Millard Nullings would include

Requested?: Yes.



- It’s weird at first cause he’s invisible 

- He tells you a lot about proper literature

- He has to kiss you because you can’t see him

- You start to be able to detect when he comes in a room

- He pops up and scares you a lot:

“Millard what the hell?!?”

“Oh my goodness did I scare you I’m so sorry please don’t be mad.”

- He really likes hugs 

- When one of the boys is being too close to you or being rude to you (mostly Enoch) he does something to get back at them.

- Sometimes you two walk through the garden and he tells you about every. single. fucking. flower. 

- He’s always big spoon.

- Him teaching you a lot about historical events

- You secretly telling him about future historical events

- Automatically loves helping you with harder subjects in school (or whatever Miss P teaches)

- Doesn’t quite see the point in you stealing his clothes but he lets you do it anyway cause he just really loves you

- Letting you read all the things he writes

The Art of Lying
  • Mum: *reading ACOTAR for the first time*
  • Me: What part are you on?
  • Mum: Just after bonfire night.
  • Me: Ohhh... Tall, dark, and handsome shows up?
  • Mum: Yep, I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of him...
  • --- Later, when she takes a break from reading ---
  • Me: Now what part are you at?
  • Mum: Rhysand is making Tamlin bow. Tall, Dark, handsome, and kind of a dick. Please tell me Tamlin kills him.
  • Me: ... that's what ACOWAR is going to be about- things finally going homicidal.
  • Mum: Good. I hate him.
  • Me: *leaves fast before giggles hit*

anonymous asked:

Uhhh not sure if this is your blog or not, but I found this blog with what looks like your oc on it and it isn't a reblog, and it doesn't say that it's your art blog....

please tell me the name of the blog :O

anonymous asked:

your writing is so awesome!! How would revali react to his s/o saying they loved him? And how would he say it back??


-Mod Pinks

Being told I love you for the 1rst time (Revali)

  • Y-you.. what?”
  • It would happen when Revali and s/o were at home, and Revali was being a stubborn butt about getting into so much trouble.
    • Please, you clearly don’t remember who you’re talking to. This is me we’re talking about, I never get hurt-”
    • “ooooh you’re lucky I love you Mr. I-don-t-care-if-I-get-(name)-all-worried-again.”
    • “…Y-you…what?”
  • They honestly hadn’t meant to say it outloud, and they look at him all flustered and nervous because shit, this wasn’t the way they had wanted to tell him.
  • And this was not the way Revali had ever imagined it coming out.
    • He’s absolutely flustered, and tries to regain his cool, unable to look them in the eye
    • I… You’re…You’re lucky that I love you too…”

Pairing: Stiles x Reader OR Isaac x Reader, that’s up to you!

Author: @stilinskiskitsune

Author’s Note:This is the first YOU CHOOSE one I’ve ever written. I hope you guys like this because I have doubts. Thanks to @supercarricat for telling me to write this - I hate you, I love you. You are the best! xoxo :)  IT’S NOT WORKING ON MOBILE, IDK WHY. PLEASE READ ON YOUR LAPTOP.

No idea who had this very funny idea to go in the corn maze and then turned out to be a totally stupid idea. It was already dark and you had lost your way. What a surprise. You never thought a corn maze could be so confusing. Stiles and Isaac argued all the time about where the right way was, but You kept yourself out of it.

“I had said we were wrong! (Y/N), please tell him that I am right.”, says Stiles and Isaac roll his eyes.
“We are not. Do you see this shrub? And this? And this?! WE ARE TRAPPED. I hate being trapped, that’s all your fault! You should have listened to me! Why did you ever have this glorious idea of leaving our mobile phones with Scott and the others?”


“I thought it would be more fun without help, okay?”


“Yeah, well done Stiles.”
“What is your problem? And anyway, it’s 30 degrees out here, what’s about this stupid scarf!”

“Guys!”, You yell at them. 

They both look at you confused, “Calm down, why are you screaming?”
You gave a loud sigh and crossed your arms. If You were not so in love with him, You’d be badly angry. But you could not, at least not for long, „If you do not stop arguing, I’ll go on alone.“

The two of them look at each other and nodded.
“Okay but I say we should go right.“, Isaac says.
“Oh, I see? I think rather we should go left.“, Stiles replies, curling his brow.

You just can’t believe this two.

“Well, maybe we should just split up. But I take (Y/N) with me.“ 
Stiles laughs briefly and shake his head, “Do you mean that seriously? (Y/N) comes with me.“

“Then we let (Y/N) decide, with whom you want to go with?“
You look at the two,

anonymous asked:

I bet he grumbles a lot too with his gravelly morning voice. mmrfrmfm coffee... fmrfmmm.. His hair sticks up in every direction and his smile is soft. His breathing is slow and deep as he fills his lungs with cool morning air. His nose is a little chilly as he presses it to your cheek to warm it up.


anonymous asked:

14. “Please…stay…” with LaSalle? <3

LaSalle honestly didn’t know what to do. And he hated not knowing what to do. How to fix a situation. How to make you feel better when he knew you were on the verge of tears. When you told him to leave you alone, maybe that’s what you needed. So LaSalle withheld a sigh, backing away towards the door. “Call me if ya need anything…”

“Chris, wait.” You quickly blurted out, and LaSalle stopped in his tracks. He stayed quiet, reluctantly. The thing he wanted to do the most was say something that’ll make you feel better, but he suspected there wasn’t much he could say. It’s about what he could do.

“What is it?”

You remained quiet for a moment, not even looking at him. But when you did speak, LaSalle could tell you were finally crying. “Please…stay…” You mumbled out. “I don’t want to be alone, and…”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Sugar Belle.” Christopher interrupted, instantly coming back to your side. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

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