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cartierre · 1 year

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ALL MY NIGHT | cn

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU clément novalak x fem!reader

side note: i'm not too familiar with clement and marcus but i am trying my best to portray them as accurately as possible. don't come for me if their characters aren't what you might've expected, i'm still new to f2 (or in marcus' case indycar) so bare with me.

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yourusername i don't trust my decisions i make after midnight

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user1 girl same. no one should be held accountable for what they do past midnight on a night out

marcusarmstrong so you're hanging out with my friends without me ⤷ yourusername sucks to be you

user2 i love how y/n just wormed herself into marcus' friend group ⤷ user3 yeah but them hanging out together without him? kind of weird... ⤷ user4 girl maybe he just wasn't available that night? start using that brain of yours

clementnovalak should i also not trust your decisions after midnight? ⤷ yourusername depends what exact decision you mean ⤷ clementnovalak i think you know what i mean...

user5 the sexual tension between y/n and clem just keeps growing ⤷ user6 they're so bad at hiding. watch one screaming meals episode with y/n and even the blind can see the longing stares they exchange

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yourusername yk what us three together means? new episode screaming meals with special guest moi out now!

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user7 i love it when y/n joins the podcast. she's such a fresh breath of air ⤷ user8 i don't understand why she's on there tho. just because she's friends with marcus? she literally has nothing to do with the motosport world except being friends with some drivers ⤷ user9 go cry me a river

clementnovalak the most special guest ⤷ yourusername obviously. i'm funny, i'm smart, i'm sexy. call me an allrounder.

user10 y/n being back on the podcast means new material on how her and clem are either dating or just painfully in love with each other (or both, probably both)

user11 james not being included in the pictures :/ ⤷ yourusername he was so kind to take the pictures :) ⤷ jamesharveyblair where are my credits?

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yourusername soft launch because you're apparently all detectives

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user12 why are you still hiding him as if we wouldn't know it's clem ⤷ user13 she's a little overdramatic i guess

marcusarmstrong come on you two didn't even try hiding before what's up with that now ⤷ yourusername marcus, i was a theatre kid. i speak drama fluently. you should know that by now ⤷ clementnovalak even i know that by now ⤷ marcusarmstrong look at you two ganging up on me

user14 "how obvious do you want to be?" clem and y/n: "yes"

user15 am i supposed to be surprised now?

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yourusername you ruined the fun, but here are the pictures anway

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user16 y/n being salty because her soft launch was a fail is hilarious ⤷ user17 it's kind of childish ⤷ user18 dude, i don't think she's taking it as serious as she makes it look like. that's her humour

marcusarmstrong took you long enough ;) also excuse me but the last picture? i don't want to see a whole porn with my two best friends ⤷ yourusername i had a whole soft launch plan planned out with posts ⤷ marcusarmstrong it is what it is, i guess

clementnovalak ❤️️❤️️ ⤷ yourusername don't heart me, you laughed at me when i was crying over my fail

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screamingmeals Welcome to the renewed Clement Novalak's and Y/n Y/L/N's Wine Corner.

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yourusername i feel honoured to be officially a part of the screaming meals squad ⤷ marcusarmstrong you've kinda always been there anyway ⤷ yourusername but now i have my own section! ⤷ clementnovalak shared section* ⤷ yourusername not for long

user19 they finally realised y/n's to funny to not fully include her in the podcast

user20 quadrant is getting some serious competition now that y/n has joined the screaming meals squad for real! ⤷ user21 okay but now i need a collab between the eight of them

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cartoonrival · 2 years

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Heyyyy will. U and ur liveblogs have gotten to me…Should I read non reboot archie? Is there a good like. Starting point or should I start from the beginning? :D

ultimately yes. if you have the stamina for it i would recommend reading the whole thing (though i didnt read any of penders' knuckles bs and it was a little confusing when the stories eventually merged but honestly i wasnt any more lost then than i was jumping into the reboot), mostly for the sake of understanding whats going on if you were to try and jump into the middle where it actually "gets good". but also there IS some stuff thats just like. genuinely better if you've experienced the story behind it, even its low points, like scourge for example, and honestly antoine's character development is very cleanly done but in order to really enjoy it you'd have to witness the full progression.

that said. if you dont have the stamina for it which is totally understandable considering the first like 100 issues are mostly boring, confusing, unpleasant to look at and not very good, then that totally makes sense lol and the story would still be enjoyable if you picked a different place to start. it really gets consistently good once ian flynn and tracy yardley join the staff, but even after that theres some low points, though i suppose thats just how things go. some stuff, like antoine (ill shut up about him sorry), are actually handled better prereboot than post. also sallys eyebrows.

something im considering doing because im a little insane is building my own recommended reading order for archie with some general explanations and summaries mixed in, so i can tag you in that if/when i make it. im on issue 206 rn and ill prob be done this weekend so i can pick around for a good starting point then, and ill share that until i make the longer guide list. and if ur confused about any characters or plot points based on whereever i drop you then you can either google or u can ask Me ^_^ and i can explain stuff. this explanation went really long anways yes

#asks157 #sth #arch1e son1c is a complicated issue.

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booknerdproblems · 4 years

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7am Classes

Here is a little oneshot I wrote based on funny college situations I’ve seen on social media because I’m sleep deprived and I should be studying. Anways, its unedited, and lazy, and I can’t remember who I’m supposed to tag in this kinda thing so I apologize.

For anybody who doesn’t know: Monster is a very strong energy drink.

Link to my masterlist.

Rowan regretted his life decisions. Well, he didn’t. Not all of them, anyways. But this one, yes. Taking a 7am class was one of the worst decisions of his life.

Usually, he was an early riser, up by 5, at the gym by 5:30. However, college was well and truly kicking his butt.

He was five minutes early, getting a seat at the very back of the class with empty seats surrounding him.

He was currently in his Arts History class, which most people took for extra credits, but Rowan found truly fascinating. He loved art, loved the way strokes of a pencil or brush could bring something inanimate to life.

The professor was late, and Rowan was resting his chin on his tattooed hand, desperately trying not to fall asleep.

The door behind him opened, and a young woman slipped through, a large mug of what smelled like coffee in one hand, and a black backpack strung over one shoulder. She looked harried, her blonde hair up in a messy bun, a ratty old AC/DC tee shirt reaching to mid thigh over her black leggings.

She plonked down in the seat next to him, sighing loudly and ignoring the stares she got from people around them. She reached into her backpack, and pulled out a laptop plastered in stickers, and a monster energy drink.

As the professor entered, Rowan returned his attention to the front of the class, shaking his head slightly to wake himself up.

Ten minutes later, Rowan heard a snore from beside him. He rolled his eyes, before lobbing a pen at her head.

She woke with a start, blushing like crazy and making a ‘sorry’ face at him. Rowan just shook his head.

Five minutes later, he looked over again when he heard a sigh. The girl had opened the lid on her coffee, and was staring at the liquid like it would cure cancer. He continued to watch as, in one smooth movement, she opened the can of monster energy drink, and swiftly poured it into her coffee. Rowan blinked, as if his eyes were deceiving him. His eyebrows furrowed as she stared at it for a heartbeat, and then whispered,

“I’m going to die.”

Then she drank the whole thing.

Fifteen minutes later, he looked over again as he heard a tapping on her laptop. The professor was still speaking, so Rowan frowned. The way the laptop was angled, he could see her screen, so he could see as she opened up the college page, clicked on Arts History, and promptly changed her major.

Twenty minutes later, Rowan groaned as he stood, stretching out his sore muscles. Half the class had already dispersed, and he shouldered his bag as he turned to leave. Hopefully, back to bed.

He was out in the corridor, almost at the exit when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, already irritable, to find the young woman standing behind him.

He stared, and when she realised he wasn’t about to speak, she rolled her eyes and started.

“I just wanted to give you your pen back, Rowan.”

He continued staring.

She huffed, flipping her now down hair over one shoulder, “well don’t thank me too much.”

Rowan blinked. In his sleep-addled brain, he hadn’t noticed until now that, well- she was rather pretty.

“Sorry,” He started, his voice gruff from disuse, “Lack of sleep. Um- thank you. For the pen.”

She smiled, and Rowan though she looked even prettier when she did that. He hoped she kept doing that.

“No worries, it was the least I could do, after you woke me up.”

“Yes, well, the monster and coffee chug was very impressive.”

She blushed.

“How did you know my name, anyways?” Rowan asked, confused all of a sudden.

“The pen.” She replied simply.

Rowan looked down at the pen he was holding. Indeed, it was the crappy personalised pen gift Fenrys had given him for Christmas two years ago.

“Oh well. Thank you, uh-”

“Aelin.” She supplied for him, grinning.

Rowan blinked, “Aelin.”

The name, while unusual, fit her, somehow. Aelin smiled, shrugged, and turned to leave.

“Well, then, I’ll see ya around Rowan.”

“Yeah, see you.” Rowan said faintly, still squinting at the pen.

She was half way down the corridor before Rowan’s mind caught up.

“Wait! No- um, Aelin.” He touched her shoulder, and she turned, eyebrows raised.

He gulped, “Wouldyouwannagetcoffeewithmesometimesoon?”

“What?” Aelin shook her head, “I didn’t catch that, sorry.”

“Would you- want to get coffee? Sometime soon? Like a date? I mean- or as friends. But like. Yeah. Real coffee, not monster infused?”

Aelin bit her lip, seemed to consider, then smiled blindingly bright at him.

“Coffee. Not monster infused. Sounds great.” She dug out a small little card with her number on it, handing it to him.

Rowan heaved a deep breath, and Aelin winked at him, before sashaying away, hips swinging slightly.

Well, maybe Rowan didn’t regret taking a 7am class quite so much.

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tinkonka · 3 years

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richashe sick fic

characters: richard lopez, ashe bradley, noel levine words: 2,684 tags: @oncelerrichard @nekuuwu @burnt-toast-life

note: this took. TOO LONG. richard is a little overdramatic sometimes ... he’s actually not that sick but he is pretty drowsy. ANWAY enjoy

Ah... he knew it was a bad idea. On a warm day, which Richard would usually spend outside with Claire, playing sports perhaps - he was wound up in his bed, a heavy mist settled on his head. If not for going out at midnight in the freezing cold to grab groceries for Ashe, which he should've done the next day, maybe he would've been enjoying the outdoors.

But alas, here he was, sick. Cold and hot at the same time, shivering without the comfort of his blankets - which he refused to put on as they would undoubtedly stick to his exposed skin, slick with sweat. Truly, this was the worst he had felt in years... the only time he recalled a fever this bad was when he was just a child, and that ended up with him in the hospital.

The hospital... he hates hospitals. And if this was to make him sit in one for hours on end without mercy, then he'd rather just stay still and and wallow. Yes, that's okay, isn't it? Let's just wait it out! What could go wrong?

He squeezed his eyes shut as a particularly harsh wave of nausea washed over him, concentrating on keeping the bile in his stomach down. Was this all he could do? Keep his tired stare fixated on a dent in the wall as he tried to ignore his peripheral vision bending and swaying?

He was so disoriented that he hardly heard the knock of his door, nor did he hear the door open after a few shouts. He only began to shift back to reality when he felt a cold hand shake his shoulder.

"-ard! Richard, are you alright?" He lazily turned his gaze to Ashe, who was standing over him with a wary expression. Too tired to give a response, all he did was stare - until a sudden bout of vertigo (albeit not as intense as the last) came. He gave a little whine as he let out a few harsh coughs.

"...Oh dear. Did you catch a cold?" A cold palm was placed on his forehead, and almost immediately, Richard leaned into the touch with a small mumble of content.

Ashe's cheeks unconsciously tinged a light red - though he quickly willed it away. This wasn't affection, this was illness. And he needed to help.

"...Hmm. What to do, what to do... How about I'll go make you some soup? That should ease the nausea a little, yes?" He spoke in a foreign, quiet tone - his upbeat demeanor seemingly absent as he rubbed his thumb on the smaller boys brow. "How about it?"

"...mm." That was the best response you were gonna get, it seems - he only seems around half conscious, Ashe noted. Ah... but it'd be a bit risky to leave him alone like this...

Were the others still home? He knew that Sirius, Noel and Claire had gone to town to look for some furniture (they had departed early in the morning), and Wilardo was at work... Which means it was just him and Richard in the house.

Or so he thought, as a familiar blonde haired boy appeared at the doorframe, peering over at the two.

"Noel! You're here?"

"Uh, yeah. I just woke up." He responded with a small smile, leaning against the wall.

"I thought you were heading to town with Sirius and Miss Claire?"

"Oh, uh. No, I wasn't feeling well this morning. I'm alright now, though." He waved it off, and took a few steps towards Richard's bedside. "Is... Is he okay?"

Another coughing fit - Richard brought a closed, shaky fist up to his mouth - luckily, the fit was short, so he was able to flop back down shortly with a groan. Ashe ran his fingers through the olive-haired boys hair idly, in an attempt to console the sickly boy.

"He appears to have fallen ill. Would you mind keeping an eye on him while I prepare him something?" Ashe requested, slowly taking his hand off of Richard and returning them to their place inside his abnormally large sleeves. Although Richard didn't seem pleased with the now absence of Ashe's hand - he seemed too tired to do anything about it.

"...Of course. Is there anything I should do?" Noel replied, dragging the chair used at the desk to Richard's bedside.

"Hmm... his forehead is quite high in temperature, it seems... Perhaps a cold cloth would do some good?" Ashe mumbled, and without another word, he rushed off in the direction of the bathroom - returning shortly with a bucket of water and a small, white cloth.

"Here we are- so." He placed the bucket next to the chair, and showed the cloth to Noel. "Every half an hour - or maybe every fifteen minutes, depending on how quickly the cloth warms back up - take the cloth off of his forehead, and soak it, like so." After rolling up his sleeves, he placed the cloth in the bucket. He let it sit for a few seconds before lifting it back up, wringing out any leftover liquid, and then folded it.

"Then you place it back." He stood up, and placed the cold towel on Richard's forehead - who by now was fully asleep, so he gave no outward reaction. Ashe flicked the leftover droplets on his hands back into the bucket, and pulled his sleeves back down.

"You won't need to do it for long, just until I finish up in the kitchen, alright? Did you get all that?"

"Yeah, I think I got it. I'll do my best." Noel replied with a smile, and sat down on the chair, grabbing a book from the shelves behind him. "I suppose I'll catch up on some reading while I'm at it?"

"Certainly! If you see any words that you have trouble with, just say the word, and I'll be there!" Ashe called, now out the door. "Oh! But-"

He peeked back, only half of his body in view. "I'd hate for you to get sick as well, Noel, so just keep your distance, alright? Be careful!"

"Got it. Good luck with the meal, though I doubt you need it, given your skill..." Noel grinned, and opened up the book.

"Ahaha! Even the greatest of cooks need lucks sometimes, but I appreciate the sentiment! I'll just be a few hours!" And with that, he disappeared - and the clash of pots and pans could be heard as Ashe got to work.

-=+=-

"...mmh?"

A swirl of colors, sharpening with a few blinks - Richard stirred, slowly but surely. He felt a little bit lighter - though there was a warm object on his head, which probably woke him up. He managed to sit up (with a little difficulty) and took the object off - a white cloth which was a little damp.

He then turned to his side - and startled, managing to keep down his shout of surprise - Noel was on the chair beside him, with a book open on his lap. Though his head was dipped low, and his cheek was rested on his palm... was he asleep?

Just as Richard was about to call out for him, there was a soft click of an open door - and a familiar teal haired friend entered with a tray (which held a bowl of something steaming) and a friendly smile.

"Oh! You're awake! Good morni-" He paused as he placed the tray on the desk near the door, peering at Noel's still form. "Goodness, is he asleep?"

"Yeah, I think so." Richard replied - his voice was noticeably hoarse, likely as a result of his cold. "I just woke up, so... I'm not sure how long he's been asleep."

"Ah, he did say he wasn't feeling well... perhaps it was a mistake to think he could complete a task where all you do is sit still for an hour." Ashe dropped to his knees, looking up at Noel. "Yep - asleep."

"Are you gonna wake him up?" Richard asked, taking the duvet off as sat on the edge of the bed. "Is that a good idea?"

"Well, we can't have him sleeping in an uncomfortable position - he'll strain his neck." After taking the book off of Noel's lap, he placed his hands on Noels arms and shook him a little. "Noel. Wake up."

"...hm?" Noel's eye opened, regaining consciousness slowly as he lifted his head off his hand. "...did i...?"

"Yes, you fell asleep. Apologies for making you stay awake - even though you said you weren't feeling well. You did good, though!" Ashe reassured him, grinning brightly as his hands travelled to Noel's, grasping them tightly.

"...sorry..." Noel spoke quietly.

"Now, now, there's no need to apologize! Come, let's get you to bed. Richard, can you manage eating yourself?"

"Uh... Yeah, I think I can." Richard nodded, deciding to ignore the pang of envy in his stomach. Noel was frail, and sometimes needed a little help - he knew that. So why did he feel jealous?

"Splendid! Here you go." Ashe cheered, and stood up, taking his hands off of Noel. He made his way to where the tray was, and placed it on Richard's lap.

"...Thanks."

"Don't mention it! Alright, let's go, Noel." Noel nodded and stood up, letting Ashe lead him out the room - though he gave Richard a small wave. It seemed he was too drowsy to give a smile, although Richard wasn't - he grinned as he watched the two disappear.

Back to the task at hand... the steaming bowl of semi-translucent yellow broth sitting on his lap. He spotted noodles at the bottom, as well as some peculiar shaped carrots... hearts? Stars? He couldn't tell - and he didn't want to spend any more time pondering, as the growl of his stomach prompted him to pick up a spoonful and shove it in his mouth.

Ahh... comfortably warm, such a nice taste. His mood immediately brightened as he took another bite, opting to pick up some noodles as well - man, Ashe's cooking never failed to amaze him. He wished he make food as nice as this - he wasn't envious, though. He remembered Noel's words.

'Everyone has talents - abilities they are confident where others are not.' ...That really stuck with him. He found himself reminding both himself and others this. It was no use comparing, anyway. He's learned how useless that was after years of doing so.

"Hellooo! Noel's sleeping peacefully, it seems. How are you liking the soup?" Snapped out of his thoughts, Ashe appeared again, and instead of standing in front of him like he did before - he sat down on Richard's bedside with a smile. A really, really cute smile.

"Oh... uh! It's good. It's really good." Richard peered down at the soup with a smile of his own. Now is not the time to think about how cute he is. Shut up and drink your soup.

"I'm glad! I wasn't sure what type of soup is your favorite, so I went with instinct... Not sure what I would've done if you didn't like it, however, since there's nothing else left, hehe..."

"What are you talking about? I got groceries last night." Richard put his spoon down, looking at Ashe with a bewildered expression.

"...Huh? When?" Ashe asked, his smile falling as he looked back in the same confused manner. "I didn't spot anything in the fridge."

"Oh. Then where did it go? I could've sworn I left it on the counter..." Richard picked the tray up, placing it beside him as stood up, stretching a little.

"Ah- Richard! You really shouldn't get up-" Ashe protested, standing up along side him.

"I'm fine, it's fine. I got those groceries at like, 12 am in the morning - I'll be damned if they've been lost or something." Richard responded, padding over to the kitchen. Ashe followed suit, a bit frantic to see Richard up so quickly.

"See? Here they are." He pointed at the bag on the counter.

"...Those don't look like groceries, Richard."

"Huh?"

...It appears that Richard was not used to late night shopping, as the things in the plastic bag consisted of a bag of potato chips, a chocolate bar and... a bag of spinach?

"...What on earth went through your head when you bought these?" Ashe queried, taking the bag of spinach out and examining it.

"I dunno man, I think I wanted something sweet and then remembered groceries and just." Richard shrugged. "Bought it and walked right out."

"Well- pfft." Ashe let out a few giggles as he placed the spinach back. "I appreciate... whatever this is meant to be."

"Haha." Richard laughed on his own. Not his proudest moment, but he'd honestly give anything to see Ashe's smile. Ah, he could feel the butterflies in his stomach... or was that nausea? Oh no.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped on the table, a sudden bout of vertigo washing over him - he should've expected this, honestly. Getting up and getting out of bed in the span of a few minutes - it's no wonder he didn't collapse when he got up primarily.

"Ah- Richard! Are you alright?! Do you not feel well-?!" Ashe jumped - his cheery expression falling as he saw the younger boy in distress.

"I'm fine, it's fine, just give me a second-"

"You're not fine at all, Richard - you look incredibly ill!" The teal haired boy protested, placing his hand on Richard's. "Come. Let's go back to bed."

“But-”

“No! Do not tell me but! You’ll just make your condition wor-”

"...I... I'm not..."

"Hm?"

"...I don't think I can walk..." Richard whispered, his face now crimson. He was trembling quite noticeably - he hated looking weak infront of anyone, Ashe being no exception. In fact, he was especially afraid of looking cowardly before Ashe - he wanted to be dependable.

"...Hmm. Here." Ashe spoke decidedly, and got up from his chair. With a few swift movements, he put his arm under Richard's legs, swinging him around and wrapping the other around his back. With a small grunt, he lifted the olive-haired boy up slowly, and looked down at him with a smirk.

"Comfy?"

"Shut up." Richard mumbled, his face in his hands - he was blushing madly. He could hear a few laughs coming from above - and then slowly, they began to move. His stomach decided to voice it's concern with the sudden movement, however - Richard was struggling to keep the soup down, clenching into Ashe's shirt as he squeezed his eyes shut.

And in only a matter of seconds, he was placed somewhere, and the arms left him - no more movement, but he was still equally as dizzy - not daring to open his eyes (in fear of the room warping before him).

And only until he felt a bump, an unfamiliar warmth, and two arms wrapping around him, did he open his eyes - only to be greeted with a familiar dark green fabric. There came a small hum of content from above him - Ashe had decided to accompany him in the bed, it seems.

"You don't mind if I cuddle with you for a little, hm?" Ashe asked, idly rubbing Richard's back with the palm of his hand.

"...No, you're... you're really warm..." Richard smiled, leaning further into Ashe's chest. No longer flustered, he felt... really drowsy...

And before long, he had fallen asleep in Ashe's arms. Following suit - even though he was barely tired - Ashe's eyes slid shut as he sighed quietly. He could feel his worries washing away with Richard's warmth - truly, he felt safe.

No. This warmth wasn't a feeling of security. It felt much more passionate than that - and as Ashe drifted away into unconsciousness, he recognized the feeling. Love.

Radiating from both him and the boy in his arms - the feeling of finally getting what you've longed for...

He was loved.

#richashe uprising #ashe bradley #richard lopez #witch's heart #long post #this took longer than i would've hoped for #let me know if there's any mistakes!

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hold-our-destiny · 4 years

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Backhand Slap

@badthingshappenbingo Promp: Backhand Slap. Read it here on ao3

This is a Peter/Flash fic :)

Warnings: violence, homophobic language, talks of death.

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Peter and Flash’s relationship was… complicated.

Flash wasn’t out at school yet, so no one there knew about their relationship (other than Ned and MJ). Flash’s goons were still making Peter’s life hell, but Flash was getting them to back off somewhat.

It was okay. It didn’t bother Peter.

Until they found out.

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Peter flinched as someone slammed their fist against the locker next to his, mere inches from his face. He closed his locker and turned around to see Flash’s band of goons cornering him, Flash standing behind them with a mournful expression. Peter braced himself as a fist slammed into his stomach.

He doubled over, dropping his books in the process. Everyone was laughing around him, he didn’t dare look up, letting his gaze rest on the floor as he collected himself.

“Awww you gunna cry about it, penis?” Peter chuckled.

“‘S that all you got? I thought you’d be stronger. Pretty pathetic if you ask-” Peter choked as a boot landed a hit on his stomach again, followed by a punch to the jaw.

Thomas, the self proclaimed ‘leader’ of the group crouched down and pulled peter’s hair so he was looking at him. He chuckled lowly.

“You’re calling me pathetic? You’re not serious, right?” He paused, turning his gaze up to the rest of the group.

He stood up again, “Hey, Flash. You gunna get in on this?” There was a sick tone to his voice, Peter couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

Peter could tell Flash refused, his gaze still resting on the floor, “Why not? I thought you hated this guy. It’s like you’re against us all of a sudden. You pitying this faggot?”

Peter flinched, and he knew the leader could see it, he curled more in on himself.

“Come on, you gotta hate him by now. He’s such a fucking pansy, walking around school like he owns the place. He needs to learn where he stands,” He walked over to Peter yet again, crouching down, “Cause you’re just a pathetic little shit. No wonder your whole family died, I would too if i was related to you-”

“Stop!” The taunts stopped as Thomas turned to see Flash standing a few feet away from him, inside the circle the group had created in the hallway. Peter looked up, too, tears streaming down his face, from the pain or the cruel words, Flash didn’t know.

“What did you say?” There was a sneer in Thomas’s voice, seemingly towering over flash where he stood, even though their height difference was scarce.

“I said stop. I’ll do it.” Thomas looked taken aback, as he processed Flash’s words.

“Oh yeah? You’re gunna hit this fucking fag? You’re gonna do that, huh?” He taunted, moving closer to Peter.

“Okay, just back off,” Thomas lifted his hands in a ‘surrender’ gesture, moving away from the teenager, still on the floor.

Flash moved towards Peter, crouching down and lifting his head so they made eye contact. Flash’s eyes betrayed his expression. Peter saw all the guilt he possessed, he knew Flash didn’t want to do this, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Flash faltered as Thomas spoke up once again, “Go on, put him in his place. You know what to do, you’ve been doing it for years for fuck’s-”

Flash held up a hand, silencing Thomas. His expression didn’t falter when Peter flinched, and Peter didn’t know if that was good or bad.

Flash leaned down to whisper in Peter’s ear, still loud enough for the others to hear.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, Parker. You know that, don’t you. No one wants to even get close to you, sared you’ll infect them with your fucking disiease.” He spat, tears were still streaming down Peter’s face, “Your family had to die to get away from you. ‘Cause you’re a disgusting fucking faggot”

Peter flinched at the last word, looking up as Flash stood up. He looked towards Thomas before lowering his gaze back to his boyfriend.

Peter didn’t even see the slap coming, as it jolted his head to the side, his body following.

He lay there on the floor for a while, listening to the sniggers of ‘pathetic’ and ‘weak’ as they retreated, before he stood up. He slowly collected his discarded books from the floor, realising it was more than half way through fourth period.

As he walked out the school gates, he pulled out his phone, dialing the number that’s burned into his memory, tears fogging up his view of the screen.

“Hey pete, what’s up? Shouldn’t you be in school?” at the sound of his mentor’s voice, Peter started sobbing, the past half hour’s events catching up to him, “Kid? What’s wrong?”

“Can you come pick me up?” Peter managed to choke out.

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Tony didn’t let Flash into the tower at first, but when he saw the distraught teenager, he knew he should hear his side of the story, he could barely make out the words Peter sobbed out on their way back from the school.

Obviously, when Tony saw his kid covered in developing bruises, sobbing his heart out, he was ready to kill someone. Peter could barely get an explanation out, but from what Tony could make out, Flash was the cause of it. It had only been a year since Tony had taken Peter in, a few months since Peter told him he had a boyfriend, and Tony hadn’t been happy when he found out it was Flash Thompson of all people.

And there he stood, in the middle of the penthouse, Flash Thompson standing in front of him, tears still running down his face, trying to explain what happened.

“I didn’t want to but- but i knew that they’d hurt peter anway. If I- If i did it myself, I- he wouldn’t be hurt as bad.”

“And that’s an excuse for hurting my kid? You think that’s okay?” Tony was seething.

“No Sir! I know there’s no excuse for what i did- what i said, but i just wanted to apologise… To Peter,” Tony took a breath, trying to get his thoughts in order.

This guy hurt his kid, he couldn’t let him see him. But that wasn’t for him to decide, was it?

“Okay kid, I’ll go geth Peter. You stay here, okay?” Flash nodded hurriedly, wiping his tears off his face, seemingly trying to make himself look slightly more put together.

Tony walked down the hall towards Peter’s room, cracking the door open slightly and identifying the bundle of blankets on the bed as the teenager.

“Hey, kiddo. You okay?” Peter looked up at him, squinting through the light and nodding his head slightly.

“Do you wanna come out from under there?” Peter nodded and sat up, wincing slightly before swinging his feet over the side of the bed. Tony walked over to him, sitting down next to him and greeting him with a side hug.

Tony spotted the bag of peas on Peter’s nightstand and sighed, “you know you’re supposed to keep those on your eye, kiddo.”

“Melted” Peter answered simply, evidently not up to talking, Tony nodded.

“Flash is here, he said he wanted to apologise.” Peter’s eyes snapped up to Tony’s.

“He’s here?”

“Yeah, Pete, he’s just down the hall. Do you want me to-” Tony watched, startled, as Peter ran out of the room, before getting up and following him down the hall.

He entered the room to see the two teenagers hugging, Peter sobbing into the other’s chest, and silent tears falling down Flash’s cheeks.

“It’s okay, I’m okay…” Flash was murmuring, rocking them both slightly.

“I thought they were gonna hurt you” Peter sobbed.

“Me? They would’ve hurt you worse. Fuck, i hurt you-”

“It’s okay, Flash, I’m okay,” Peter cut him off, turning his head up to look into Flash’s eyes.

Flash gasped, bringing a hand up to cup his boyfriend’s jaw, “You’re bruised-”

“I’m okay-”

“No you’re not, i let them hurt you-”

“You didn’t let them-”

“I didn’t want them to hurt you more-”

“Flash, i know-”

“No you don’t.” Peter’s mouth snapped shut, worry gleaming in his eyes, “I said those things- horrible things to you. It took you months to believe i wasn’t going to hurt you again but i did-” Peter opened his mouth to interject but flash met his eyes, let him see the guilt shining in them, “They were going to beat you, Peter. They were going to hurt you and i tried to stop them but i just hurt you more-”

“They were going to hurt you if you didn’t, I couldn’t let that happen,”

Peter buried his head in Flash’s chest again, “They hurt me more than you did- no, listen to me- Yeah, you said some bad things but i know you didn’t mean them, you would never say those things to me. You know I trust you.”

Flash nodded, planting a kiss on Peter’s hairline, burying his head in the mop of curls he loved so dearly.

“Now can we please watch star wars, you’re not cancelling our weekly movie night for this.”

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eveningspirit · 5 years

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Urgh...

And also Damn.

I think I have to make that summary post of last year and that post about my plans for this year, because... of reasons. I mean, I still can’t quite find the focus. And I thought that in the New Year it will be easier... But. I’m still all over the place, so some head cleaning can do the trick? Maybe?

Last year was a disaster. Well, maybe not all of it, but generally speaking. It was the weirdest year for me, in recent history, and especially the final month of it was completely outtawhack.

Let’s see. I quit my job. I started to do some freelancing, in hopes that it will pay my bills (well, half of them, or even less, because Hubbie is a patient saint or something), I’m still on anti-depressants (almost year and a half now) and I’m scared that at some point I’ll have to quit and maybe act like I’m normal? Functional? Humanbeing? What???

But I was supposed to do the writing summary of this year, not complain about my life, so...

Writing-wise I was working relentlessly on Crystal Spring Valley, with a couple of The Gifted fanfictions thrown in for good measure here and there. Wait, I’ll go and check AO3. Right. I started some at the beginning of the year (Jan-Feb like), added to them and finished some around the midyear (June-July) and then around October. I still have one WIP. Well. I want to write more, I really do, I just... It takes so much time and so many words you kno? Words are exhausting.

The original novel. Well, I was really, really working hard on it. Right here I have to remind myself that I went to see the most beautiful place in the world (not that I know anything about beautiful places, because I haven’t been around all that much), which is also (kind of) the setting for my story -- I’m talking about Soca Valley in Slovenia. And I met @hithelleth ! (what? I can tag you, I know you’ll read it anway. *HUUUUGS*). It was great. That trip and meeting Hith (wish we had more time, or that we didn’t take as long to get used to each other, lol) and seeing Soca were seriously the highlights of this year for me. So. You kno. It wasn’t all that bad, actually.

Anyway. Crystal Spring Valley. I wrote first draft last year during NaNo and made an attempt at an edit this year. I sincerely worked on it for most of the year, from early March till the end of October. I’m at 54k words. And at only about 1/3 of the plot (the whole thing was supposed to be about 80k, alas. me thinks I’m gonna have to cut like half of those words? or make it longer? wtf?).

I stopped, because I wanted to do NaNo with another story, but that one totally flopped. I think I shouldn’t have tried it, didn’t have feels for it. Should have continued with Crystal Spring Valley.

I stopped writing altogether about mid Novemer and haven’t written a word since. That qualifies as a disaster, no? I don’t know what to do next. But that will go into that other post...

As for the summary, that would be all. Thank you (all seven (two?) of you) for reading all this nonsense. :)

#year in review #inventory of stories #life of es #evening stories #es writes fic #crystal spring valley #ananke #the gifted fanfic #it got long...#guess i needed to have some word vomit or something?

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hopeduckling13 · 5 years

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Find My Way Back To You: Chapter 26

Last Chapter for today.

Summary: Hope Swan-Jones is the product of the product of true love and her true love, so her having very powerful magic was always in the cards. Luckily she lives in a town where everyone is very familiar with magic, so nothing can go wrong, can it?

Or so everyone thought, but then one day as a newborn Hope accidently travels back in time with her mother Emma.

How will the past population of Storybrooke react to their Savior having another kid and being married? And more importantly will the Savior and her baby daughter find a way back home to all of their loved ones?

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Catch Up:

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14857127/chapters/34395467

FF.NET: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12964592/1/Find-My-Way-Back-To-You

Tumblr: [Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19] [Chapter 20] [Chapter 21] [Chapter 22] [Chapter 23] [Chapter 24] [Chapter 25]

Reblog to be tagged in future chapters

--- PAST EMMA’S POV ---

It’s another slow day at the station due to most crimes being related to magic in this town. In those cases, there’s hardly ever anything to do for us. I mean it would be nice, if we could just put Gold into one of those two prison cells and all our problems would be fixed, but that’s never going to happen. It would be a dream if it was that easy.

Maybe David should rebuild that weird cell Gold was trapped in back in…well fairytale land, I suppose. That might be the only way to get rid of him. Then, I’d only have to deal with Regina’s tantrums since I can’t get rid of her – I’d love to do so, but it would make Henry sad and he’s my biggest priority. I’d never do anything to hurt him, even if it would make my life easier. I already knew that, when he was just the size of a peanut. I was always aware of the fact, that keeping him would be selfish. So, I gave him up for adoption, which hurt a lot since I never thought, I was ever going to be able to meet him.

But eventually I did meet him, and I couldn’t be more grateful for it. That’s why I never left Storybrooke – getting to spend to time with Henry, even if it would only be a second every other week, is worth having to live in this crazy small town.

Because for Henry, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make him happy.

Speaking of Henry, he should get home from school soon. He’s probably going straight to the loft to hang out some more with Hope. He seems to like her a lot. I never knew, he could get so excited over a new sibling, but apparently, he still has a way to surprise me – just like baby Hope.

I never thought, that I ever wanted a kid again. But I obviously will in the future. And since her arrival, I’ve kind of thought about having another kid in the far future again. I blame her cuteness for it.

Actually, I should visit her now and give her the present – the little Swan plushie for my tiny Swan. I do miss her after all and there’s no work to do here. David’s so absorbed in his paperwork, that he won’t notice I’m gone anway.

“I think I’ll go now, okay?” I say and look at David.

“Ok.” He says. I get up instantly, but David still has to be inquisitive. Why are both him and Mary Margret annoying like that? Can’t they ever just give me space? “Where are you going? Do you need me to go with you?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“No, David. I’m fine.” With that I leave without ever giving him an explanation on my plans.

I know it’s rude, but it’s just what I’m used to. No one ever really cared about my whereabouts in the past, so now I just find it unnecessary for anyone to know where I’m going. It’s nobody’s business.

So, what if I’m planning to go to the loft, so I can give Hope her new toy? It’s nothing that matters to David or includes him in any way.

I get to the loft in record time and when I walk in Mary Margret instantly gets noisy, too. They really are the perfect couple, I suppose. Always teaming up against me like this, which they probably aren’t even trying to do, but it still feels a lot like it.

“Emma? You are back early. Is everything alright at the station? Why are you here?” she asks very quickly, not being able to await the answer.

“Everything’s fine, Mary Margret.” Her face falls a little like every time I call her Mary Margret. It’s her name, right, so she should be okay with me calling her that.

I know she wants me to call her mom, but I just can’t do that. I didn’t have parents for 28 years. I always lived with the knowledge that my parents abandoned me, and they kind of did. Sure, it was for a good reason – to help the whole town and all that. Me being supposed to break the curse, but that doesn’t change the fact, that I was all alone. With no one to love me for so long. They put everyone else before me, which might be a great quality for a leader, but it’s an awful quality for a parent.

David isn’t capable of looking at me without pitying me at the same time, which just kind of depresses me. I hate being pitied.

And Mary Margret kind of expects me to be okay with it and just get over it already because now the curse is broken. She just expects us to be a family – as if the last 28 years didn’t happen. Like the didn’t abandon me to help everyone else. But I can’t do that.

I can’t just forget all those years, that I was on my own – especially not in a matter of a few seconds like everyone expects me to. I’m not even sure, if I ever will.

I mean I probably will since my future self seems close to Mary Margret and David – she does call them mom and dad after all – but knowing it’ll happen, doesn’t really explain to me why I give them a second chance. As of right now I can’t imagine to ever truly forgive them, so I really wonder how the hell I gave in.

I’d ask Emma about it, but to be honest I’m too scared to know the answer.

I don’t want to feel pressured once Emma finds a way home to live towards certain things in my life. I suppose I won’t since she’ll find some forgetting potion, but who knows if that’ll work out.

I just can’t get my hopes up right now – or ever really. It’ll just break my heart in the end. For me, hope usually leads to disappointment, which is weird since I’ll apparently call my daughter after it. I must really be doing better than I ever was.

But still, deep down I doubt the future will remain the same, if I for some reason keep my memories. I know I’ll mess it up. I always do. And it’ll be my fault completely this time. I’ll have nothing to keep my guilt away.

It’s why I find it weird, that I’m supposed to be the Savior. Why does everyone expect me to save them, when I can’t even save myself?

#find my way back to you #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #hope swan jones #ouat #once upon a time #captain swan fic #captain swan fanfic #captain swan fanfiction #captain swan ff #cs #cs ff #cs fic #cs fanfic #cs fanfiction

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pitubea1910 · 6 years

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23 and pregnant

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Sam Holland, Harry Holland and Nikki Holland

Words: 2107

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Tags: @imabloodynerd @esoltis280

Request: requested by anonymous:

“I would kill for a story where Tom has a sister (like one or two years older than him) where she finds out she is pregnant (not planned) and Tom is the first person she tells because she is afraid to tell the rest of her family.”

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Breakups were never easy, especially after a three years’ relationship. But after weeks of screaming, fights and only saying hurtful words to each other, you decided you couldn’t keep on doing it. The best for both of you was to go on separate ways and if destiny wanted it, you would meet again somewhere. The first days after the breakup were complicated, but what came three weeks later, when you saw yourself sitting on the toilet of your house with a pregnancy test between your shaking fingers, was much worse.

Positive.

You were pregnant. At the age of 23.

It had been a month since you found out about your state and you still didn’t have the courage to tell anyone. You had tried calling your ex, who was of course the father of the baby, but every time you considered it, a fierce fear overcame you, making you turn off the phone and throw it away, to the other side of the bed, like the devil himself could come out of the device. You spent the day in your room, coming out just when you had to go to class, even though you never really got there, and when your mum, Nikki, called your name to have dinner, lunch or breakfast. Everyone at home, even Paddy, had noticed that something was wrong with you, but they just assumed it was because of the recent breakup and they decided to give you space. If they only knew…

You knew you needed to tell someone, but the only person you trusted enough to talk about such thing was your brother Tom. Unfortunately, he had been away from home for weeks now, from one country to another, promoting the next Avengers movie. Usually, you would have loved to go with him and visit new countries but you simply didn’t have the strength to do it. Because of it, the only thing you could was wait until he came back home.

A week before Los Angeles premiere, Tom came back to London to rest for a few days before the hectic days waiting for him in the States. Your first thought when he arrived was talking to him immediately, but when you were face to face with him you couldn’t do it. Maybe he was your little brother but you were afraid of disappointing him, of being judged by him, of him telling your parents. So you kept quiet once again.

Tom always felt happy when he came home. He loved being able to rest, walk around old Kingston and spend time with his siblings. The first night, despite the jet lag, he took Sam and Harry to the pub to take some pints. He tried to talk you into it as well, but you refused saying you were tired and you would go to bed soon. Tom was surprised by your answer, since you were the one he spent most time with, but he supposed you were really just tired. Despite that thought, he couldn’t help worrying.

“Is (Y/N) alright?” He asked the twins when they were sitting inside their favourite pub. Sam and Harry shared a meaningful look before sighing and looking at his old brother.

“Since she broke up with Nate she’s been a bit off”, Sam answered.

“She’s always in her room”, Harry added. “She only leaves the house go to class and to eat”

“Have you spoke to her?” Tom asked frowning.

“We’ve tried” Harry replied. “But she always she’s tired and that she has a lot of work to do”

“But I saw Alyson, her classmate, a few days ago and she told me it’s been weeks since she saw (Y/N) for the last time”, Sam said.

“What?” That information was a shock to Tom. You had always been a responsible person and you even loved your degree, you enjoyed and made the most of every class. So knowing you were skipping class just worried him even more.

“Why don’t you try talking to her?” Sam suggested. “You two have always talked about everything”, he shrugged.

“Yeah… I’ll do it”, Tom mumbled.

When Tom walked the twins back home, he saw the light off in your window. Since it was pass midnight he assumed you were sleeping and he promised himself he would talk to you next day. He said goodbye to his brothers and walked towards her own house, busting his head as he tried to figure out what was going on with you.

Next day showed up like the rest. You woke up thanks to the marvellous morning sickness. You still didn’t know how but you had managed to hide them from your family thanks to a mysterious gift from universe. When you brushed your teeth and face you decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat, hoping to avoid Saturday family breakfast. But when you saw Tom with his back facing you, talking to your mum, you knew you didn’t have a choice.

“Morning (Y/N)”, your mum said with a small smile, silently praying you were back to yourself. You dedicated her a small smile and opened the fridge to take some water.

“Three weeks without seeing your brother and you won’t hug him in the morning?” Tom said smiling.

Ever since you had taken the pregnancy test you avoided hugging people. You knew it was way too soon but you were afraid people felt something. So when Tom came closer with his arms opened you felt a cold sweat on your back, although you knew you couldn’t avoid it. So you wrapped your arms around him terrified.

“I was talking to mum”, he said pulling away, making you sigh relieved once you had your personal space back. “The day after tomorrow I have to Los Angeles for the premiere, would you like to come? Mum and Harry are coming”

You looked at your mum, who looked at you with an excited smile and then at Tom who had his eyes slightly narrowed but he was smiling as well. Premieres had always been something you loved but you didn’t know how to make it through a week in LA with your family.

“I would love to”, you finally said. “But I have some finals and I can’t miss classes” you lied with a smile.

“C’mon!” Tom insisted. “I’m sure we can talk to your teachers”

“No” you refused. “They’re very strict. Actually, I should go to study”, you added quickly. Before they could stop you, you had made your way out of the kitchen and were going upstairs.

In the kitchen, Tom and Nikki looked at the door, like they were waiting for you to come back. But when they heard the door of your own being closed, they knew you weren’t coming back out. With a sigh, Tom looked at his mother who had tears in her eyes.

“Hey…” Tom went to her swiftly and hugged her tight. “I’m going to talk to her, okay?” He said.

“Alright”, Nikki mumbled.

After planting a kiss on his mother’s cheek, Tom hurried out of the kitchen and upstairs. Quietly, he walked to your door, focusing on any noise coming from it. When he heard a sob coming from your room his heart broke. It killed him not knowing what was going on with his sister and not being able to help her. But that was about to change.

“(Y/N)?” He said after knocking on the door. “I’m coming in”, he informed.

You barely had time to dry your tears before Tom came in. When you heard the door closing, you turned around with a small smile that erased the moment you saw the expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing” you smiled. “I’m just a bit stressed, you know…” you shrugged.

“Because of all those classes you’ve missed?” He questioned.

You looked at him shocked. How did he know about that? You hadn’t told anyone and he had been away most of the time. It was impossible for him to know.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you half laughed.

“A couple of days ago, Sam ran into Alyson and she said it had been weeks since you last went to class”, Tom said crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking at you dead serious. “What’s wrong? And don’t tell me it is because of your ex because it’s been more than a month and it wasn’t your first breakup”

“There’s nothing wrong, I just have a lot to do”, you repeated.

“Are you seriously going to lie to me?” Tom sighed.

Biting your lip you looked down at the floor, feeling smaller than ever and trying not to cry again. But when Tom came close and hugged you tight you couldn’t stop yourself. You had been in silence for too long, hanging on, struggling and stressed.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” He whispered not letting you go. “You can tell me anything…”

“I know”, you sobbed.

“Then?” He asked rubbing your back.

“I don’t want to disappoint you”, you admitted. Tom laughed and kissed your head.

“You’re my sister. You’re not disappointing me”, he smiled at you after pulling you away a bit. “C’mon, I’m sure is not that bad”, he added drying your tears.

With a deep sigh, you took a seat on your bed, looking at your hands as you tried to figure out how to break the news to him. Tom sat by your side, close but giving you space and waited.

“A few weeks after breaking up with Nate I started…not feeling so good”, you mumbled. “I thought it was just a stomach virus or something so I wasn’t worried. But…afterwards, I didn’t get my period…” You bite your lip and looked at your brother who was looking at you with his eyes wide opened. “I’m pregnant, Tom”, you said.

That was the first time you said it out loud and you immediately felt a weight off your shoulders. You had said it. It was no longer a secret, you could talk about it with someone. You took a deep breath and looked back at your hands, giving him time to process.

“Are you sure?” He asked. You nodded silently, remembering the four pregnancy tests you had taken, all of them with the same result: positive. “Damn… is it Nate’s?”

“Yes”, you mumbled. “But I haven’t been able to tell him”, you added.

“It’s not like he would have been a great father anway”, he mumbled making you laugh quietly. Tom had never been Nate’s greatest fan. “Will you have…him or her?”

“I think so”, you whispered placing your hands over your stomach in a protective way. “When I first knew about it I wanted to abort. I even went to the hospital but I couldn’t go inside”, you told him. “There was something holding me back and there still is”

“Oh my god…” he mumbled rubbing his face.

“Are you made?” You asked with fear.

“What? No”, he replied quickly as he looked at you. “Of course not, I’m just surprised and…thinking about how we tell mum and dad”

“What? No, no, no, we can’t tell them” you said shaking your head.

“And what will happen when your belly is the size of a watermelon? Will you tell them that you got gas?” He asked with irony.

“I was thinking about leaving the country and changing my name”, you mumbled. Tom couldn’t help it and he laughed. He let out a huge breath and looked at the ceiling before looking at you with a big smile.

“You have to tell them”, he said. “They will support you all the way, I know it. And I’ll be there as well, just like everyone else”, he added. “You don’t have to do this on your own (Y/N), we’re your family and we love you”

You looked at him tearing up, unable to say anything. Now that Tom knew and he was by your side, the future didn’t seem so awful. Actually, having a baby looked even better. You looked at your belly and rubbed it before looking at Tom.

“Well… I thought about it, and I’m going to that premiere with you”, you smiled. “In a couple of months I won’t be allowed to fly so” you shrugged. Tom laughed.

“Great but first, let’s go talk with mum and dad”, he said getting up. He offered you his hand. “And by the way…” he said when you got up. “I’ll be the godfather, right?” He asked.

“As long as you help me picking the name” you said.

“Deal”, he nodded.

#tom holland #tom imagine #tom holland imagine #tom x reader #tom holland x reader #reader insert #imagine #pitubea #siblings

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dstarstories · 7 years

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I suppose I should explain & formally introduce you to someone before tossing him headfirst into the fire ♥ This is Ruben, the new dance teacher at Owen’s studio & blondie’s new boyfriend ^__^ With Tobias still being such a strong presence in Archer’s life (because of the divorce, Ellie, the label, etc) on top of the already iffy trust between them, Levi deci… err, Archer & Levi decided, it just wasn’t a good idea to jump back into things. Yes, Ruben is aware of Archer’s messy past but he doesn’t care as long as he & Archer get to be together!! ❤️

#Hawke Legacy #Hawke G3 #my sims #sims 3 #Ruben Wilkes

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spnife · 7 years

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91 question tag

Tagged by @vanillabeanniall and then @uswntinharmony

More below the cut bc that’s how I roll

the last –

1. drink: Arizona Tea

2. phone call: my mom

3. text message: my mom - she sent me two climbing videos. Or I sent them to me, from her phone

4. song i listened to: What a feeling, but I was asleep (i checked the music app just now), so the last song I remember hearing is Ray of Light by Madonna

5. time you cried: wednesday. First day of school was today so it was some stress

have you ever – 6. dated someone twice: yeah

7. been cheated on: yeah. I became friends with the guy though. Similar tastes I guess??? (( Actually I blocked him on snapchat last year bc he was talking some bs on his story but in eigth grade he wasn’t awful)) She lied abt it though and then talked to me two years later and still lied like okay

8. kissed someone and regretted it: no ragrets

9. lost someone special: not really

10. been depressed: fuck hell yep

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no. I had like a sip of beer on a trip but it was just to mess with a dude while he was in the porta potty

list 3 favorite colors – 12. light blue

13. orangish pink

14. dark purple

in the last year have you – 15. made new friends: heck yeah. I switched schools and found a really good group of people there already. It’s been alright

16. fallen out of love: not in the last year. gotta be in love first

17. laughed until you cried: probably but I don’t remember rn

18. found out someone was talking about you: I think? I found out parents were saying nice things about me. Mean wise maybe? I’m not really sure. Probably

19. met someone who changed you: at least one. a teacher last year

20. found out who your true friends were: i think?

more – 21. kissed someone on your facebook? alas, i do not have a facebook

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? see 21

23. do you have any pets? A super sweet black lab named FeeBee, a kitten named Mulder and a cat named Milo, and a hedgehog named Wembly

24. do you want to change your name? i like my name. My last name bothers me sometimes bc dad stuff but it’s gotten better

25. what did you do on your last birthday? I had a chill day at school, got a nice car, got a card from all of the kids on the climbing team. One of them said “Wow Coach Ella, you only have two more years til you can drink,” like i’m sorry kid I’m only 16

26. what time did you wake up? 7. first day of school

27. what were you doing at midnight? crying and putting school stuff in my backpack and watching VEEP

28. name something you can’t wait for: to keep getting better at climbing, the Harry Styles concert on oct 11, my birthday on oct 13 bc it should be fun and I hope I’ll get another card from the climbing team bc they’re all lovely

29. when was the last time you saw your mother? today

30. what is one thing you wish you could change about your life? i want to know that I’ll be able to be happy

31. what are you listening to right now? watching Raising Hope

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom? yep

33. something that is getting on your nerves? I keep getting anxiety while I’m at climbing practice and that’s one of my most comfortable places. it feels like im going downhill with climbing even though I know im getting better

34. most visited site: netflix

school – 35. elementary: i loved my elementary school. every teacher i had was amazing, small school in austin and a good community and i still talk to my friends from there. so when i moved to the new school in fifth grade and depression was already showing up, the differences made it literally hell. it was awful. i didnt like my teachers and i didnt know people

36. middle: 6th grade was hell, 7th grade was even fuckin worse, 8th was still pretty bad. All the worst years of my life so far, and tbh it’s gonna be hard to top them

37. high: better than middle school but thats a really fucking low bar. like incredibly low.

38. college: planning for ACC for two years to get base courses, dream school UT in an engineering major. I love the school and the program there, but I worry if I could barely get through middle school, how tf am I supposed to survive college. Also it didn’t feel great when I was talking to a friend and I was like “yeah ut is tbh my dream school, if I can get in” and she was like “oh that’s one my last choice colleges” like fucking okay love you thanks for telling me that makes me feel real good about my intelligence and how you view me

me – 39. hair color: brown

40. long or short hair? shoulder length

41. do you have a crush on someone? yep. according to a friend i am “so gone for this girl” but um. oka y what if she doesn’t like me? I feel good around her though and she likes being around me and we work well together I think. She’s lovely and I wouldn’t want to make things weird by asking her out if I don’t know she feels that way too.

42. what do you like about yourself? I am able to figure things out and I work with kids really well. I’ve also been getting better at climbing again so I’m proud of myself for that

43. piercings? just my ears

44. blood type: lol yeah like i know?

45. nickname: ellallalala is something I’m getting from people at the new school, and I’ve had some climbing nicknames over the years but Coachella is sticking. I coach and my name is Ella it’s great

46. relationship status: nope

47. zodiac sign: libra

48. pronouns: she/her

49. favorite tv show(s): always sunny, parks and rec, my name is earl, curious george

50. tattoos: soon

51. right, ambidextrous, or left-handed? right

first – 52. surgery: i had one on my pelvis in 2013? i was in preschool and it was for this weird group of veins on the side of my leg. We’d always called it a birthmark and after the surgery the scar looked like a sunset over water but the sun is purple (still looks like that it’s rad) and the first time someone showed me a birthmark i was like??? Um no thats just a little dark bit of skin?? my birthmark is purple what is this shit

53. piercing: ears

54. sport: rock climbing. found it early and still love it

55. vacation: no idea

56. pair of trainers: first i remember are a PAIR OF DORA LIGHT UP SHOES

current – 57. eating: nothing

58. drinking: arizona tea

59. i’m about to: finish my arizona tea

60. listening to: the episode ended so me typing and the clock my great grandmother gave is

future – 61. waiting for: me to feel alright

62. want: to like what i’m doing and to know i’m able to be happy doing it. I wish I could just skip to being married with kids and a dog and everything.

63. married: oh for sure

64. career: astronaut has always been my dream career but with this level of anxiety it’s probably a no go. I am not over it. I’m def gonna cry abt it in a couple of minutes bc thats how it goes, ya know. The last astronaut I talked to though said “the biggest disqualifier is not applying” so i’m still going to try my hardest. I also love engineering and physics and space and science and education and would love to be a librarian, so we’ll see

your type –   65. hugs or kisses? depends

66. lips or eyes? eyes, i guess. There’s more character there

67. shorter or taller? in my head i’m always like oh taller but really it doesn’t matter. as long as i can be little spoon im good to go

68. older or younger? doesn’t matter

69. nice arms or nice stomach? tummies are cute i guess.

70. sensitive or loud? i don’t know

71. hook-up or relationship? right now relationship and at some point relationship but ask me a couple months ago and it would have been different

72. troublemaker or hesitant? both. troublemaker with a lot of decisions but in fun ways, but hesitant when it comes to talking to new people that i want to be good friends with. and asking people out

73. kissed a stranger? yep. on a bet

74. drank hard liquor? had some jack daniels mixed with coffee and it tasted like cinnamon toast crunch

75. lost contact lenses/glasses? my glasses always turn up

76. turned someone down? yeah. accidentally on a few though lol. As i had a crush on someone i went out with for a little while last yeah legit three other people liked me and i guess im oblivious bc i had no fucking idea

77. sex on first date? depends

78. broken someone’s heart? i don’t think so

79. had your heart broken? yes but in a friendship way along with the relationship. it goes back to the you should kill yourself stuff

80. been arrested? nope

81. cried when someone died? no one i’ve known closely has died. My great-great grandmother died when i was fiveish but she was really old. There have been a few suicides at my old school (i switched 2 months before end of last year) and those hit hard, just knowing that there are so many people here dealing with that stuff and me relating to it. I didn’t know the people well but we’d spoken and I knew them some, but I had some friends who were much closer and really affected

82. fallen for a friend? yeah

do you believe in – 83. yourself? i try

84. miracles? shit happens, and sometimes it’s good

85. love at first sight? who am i to say tbh

86. santa claus? no

87. kiss on first date? if i like them

88. angels? no

other – 89. current best friend’s name: skip

90. eye color: hazel

91. favorite movie: i dont know im tired and want to cry sort of so maybe i shouldnt think about this stuff as much when im already stressed im going to go drink more tea and eat some soup

Anway

I’m tagging anyone who reads this far. gotcha

#about me #mine

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i1. Always post the rules. 2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. Write 11 questions on your own. 4. Tag 11 people. tagged by @brieflysteadysoul and @shin-red-dear

Thank you very much! I was tagged by both of you and felt bad just choosing one person’s questions so here are both.

1. The movie you saw as a kid that you werent’ supposed to watch

I don’t think I’ve watched any movie that I wasn’t supposed to watch. Generally, I was super scared of anything that had a warning like “just for audience over 16” or something along those lines.

2. Your favorite poet

Haha. This is the kind of question where I have to check the names of authors of the poems I DO know.In my English class we had the poem “Funeral Blues” by W.H. Auden which I had found really beautiful.

3. An author/actor/personality you have problems with but still like their work

I can’t think of any right now. I’m not really into celebrities and their private life /their opinions.

4. do you have a good relationship with yourself ?

I think so! Sometimes I’m a bit mad at myself for getting so easily distracted while studying but I still think I’m doing more than most of my other peers so yea, I do whatever I can and I think I can be happy with that. <3

5. what were you most afraid of as a kid ?

The basement stairs and darkness.

6. Do you have a favorite dinosaur species and if yes, which one ?

I don’t have a specific favorite but IF I had to choose probably the Brachiosaurus. It’s kinda cute.

9. What would your dream job be ?

Animator at Disney

10. Do you have frequent nightmares ?

Nope, just sometimes really random ones.

11. Are you tidy or chaotic

Both? I like when everything is tidy but when I’m absorbed into work or studying my desk always looks like a mess which annoys me as well but I can’t really bother while working.

AND ROUND NUMER TWO!

1. If you had the chance to move to another country permanently, would you do it? If so, to which country? Totally would live in Japan. Second is USA.

2. Describe yourself from the point of view of your favourite character

Kaito casually glanced to girl sitting a few tables away from him in the library.She’d be pretty easy to disguise as, seeing how their built and height was pretty similar. Of course, he’d have to use a wig, since his hair was neither reaching his elbows nor having this dark blond color. But that was hardly a problem since most of his disguises required wigs- However, his brows furrowed when he took at the book which her blue eyes were glued to. Physiology it said. Histology it said. Giving the books a wry smile the thief proceeded to look for another candidate which required less specific knowledge about things he didn’t care about.

Maybe he’d check in the cafeteria.

3. Did you have an OTP you lost interest in? If so, why? My OTP always used to be KaiShin, which got me into shipping in the first place.I can’t really think of any other ship since I’m not that much of a shipper anyway. XD 4. What’s your favourite fanfiction trope? HM. God, that’s difficult. It highly depends on the writing but if I HAD to choose I’d go with supernatural and mystery. Those are not exactly tropes but genres buuuuut… The thing is, for examply, that I love wing AUs, but a lot of those which I have read in the past were absolutely not my taste. I can’t really generalize it since it always depends on the author’s way of handling a certain trope. 5. If people had marks on their skin that show who their soulmates are, what would the mark on your soulmate’s skin look like? I’d like to say clover since I really like four leave clovers, but it’d probably be something super dump, like a tooth brush. 6. What was your favourite series to watch as a kid? !!! Just one? Okay, I just started rewatching Kim Possible, and I remember having a HUGE fit when my brother wouldn’t let me watch the movie on TV. ALSO, Ojamajo Doremi. I ADORED THIS SERIES SO MUCH. 7. What’s the easiest way to make you angry? When people say wouldn’t be able to do a certain thing, saying that I should better give up. I’LL TRY ANWAY. 8. Your answer is never. What’s the question? When will you finally lose interest in DC? 9. If you had the chance to save one fictional character, which one would you choose?

Ellie from Disney’s Up 10. You have a time machine. Do you travel to the past or the future? Why? Probably the past to meet all those cool people who have died before my time or see sites that were destroyed already. 11. Cats or dogs?

Duh. Dogs of course.

My questions

1.Do you prefer salty or sweet food?

2.What’s your favorite key chain?

3.What language would you like to learn?

4.Which character or what person was your idol as a kid?

5.You get to invent a new fruit! What do you call it?

6.You get to erase one thing from the world. What would that be?

7.How long have you known your best friend?

8.What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen in someone’s window/ in someone’s garden?

9.Would you describe yourself as open for new things or clingy to the old ways?

10.What is your favorite number?

11.Do you know how to fish?

I only tag 11 people, not 22, and I just randomly chose them from my feed so just …you know, do it when you want. ❤ @tsukidragon @kudutsu @linzanytcg @ibooksandfandomscazyworld @tantei-kaitou @riari-chi @xalicex @pearlthecristalgem @wolfpoky @westule

#tag

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