#I don't give Liz the attention she deserves

[albertasunrise]

Stuck in the Middle of it - Part 6

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Summary: Years after breaking up, you bump into Benny Miller again one evening at a bar. He was one man you could confidently say you had loved once but you’d both agreed you were better off as friends. When he introduces you to Frankie Morales, you instantly feel connected to the man but unbeknownst to you… You’ll get thrown into a love triangle. The two men crazy about you. Only thing is… you have no idea who to choose.

Relationships: Reader x Ben Miller, Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any warnings. This will be an 18+ fic (I had written this chapter and the last one as one large one but decided to split it so this one is a little shorter. There are some subjects in this chapter that are something that are close to me rn. As always, enjoy! ♥️)

Series Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You sobbed on your bed as you stared at the two positive pregnancy tests in your hands. The lines were faint... But they were there, nonetheless. You weren't sure what you were going to do. A little over a week ago, you and Ben had broken things off because he wasn’t ready for this…

Wasn’t sure he ever wanted this.

A knock at your door pulled your attention away from the two inanimate objects that you clutched so tightly. Laying one of them down on your beige bedsheets and pocketing the other, you stepped through your spacious apartment to your front door, opening to reveal Liz standing there on the other side.

She pulled you into her arms and you stood there for a while, just holding each other as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

"It's going to be okay." She promised and you nodded, finally allowing yourself to cry again.

She'd then lead you to your lounge and helped you sit before perching the opposite and waiting for you to calm down enough to tell her what was wrong.

"What happened?" She asked and you just sobbed harder, choosing to pull out the test from your pocket and hand it to her.

A hand raised to cover her mouth as she looked at the result and then at you "Are you sure?"

"There's another positive one on the bed." You replied simply and she nodded before handing this one back to you.

"What are you going to do?" She asked and you simply shook your head.

"I don't know." You choked "The whole reason Ben and I broke shit off was because we weren't on the same page about this shit. Not even a month after we've broken up, I'm knocked up with his kid."

"Are you going to keep it?" She asked and you shrugged "You need to talk to Ben." She stated "He deserves to be included in this decision. It's as much his as it is yours."

"I know I just... I don't know what I'm gonna do if he tells me to get rid of it." You sobbed "I don't think my heart could handle it."

"All the same..." She paused, taking your hand in hers and giving it a squeeze "He needs to know."

"Yeah... I know."

Liz was pulled back to the present as Ben stepped into the room. Looking tired and run down after all the events of the evening. He had decided to take a walk when after three hours they had not received any news on you and the baby... Or Frankie.

It had taken four minutes for them to get him breathing. Another minute and they'd probably have called it. He was whisked away then and Ben and Will had been taken back to the waiting room where half an hour later, they were joined by Liz.

"Any news?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No news has to be good thought right?" Will piped up "If anything had happened to any of them, surely we would know by now?"

"I hope you're right." Liz replied as she watched Ben collapse back onto his seat.

Now Liz had pleaded for you to take Frankie back when you'd told her about what Ben had done. She had known all along that Fish was in love with you but she knew it hadn't been her place to tell you that.

In hindsight, she wishes she had.

Yet as she studied the younger Miller, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. His girlfriend and his best friend were both fighting for their lives right now and he had no power to do anything but wait and pray. For all her issues with the man, she didn't wish any of this on him.

2 weeks later...

Ben sat there, numbly looking at the two tests on the table. He hadn't spoken in what felt like an age and your stomach was twisting as you waited for him to say something. Anything.

"I know this is a lot to take in but-"

"Okay." He interrupted as his eyes travelled up to look at you.

"Okay?" You questioned, brows pulled together in obvious confusion.

"I mean... Yeah, this isn't ideal. We broke up because I didn't wanna have kids but if one is coming then okay." He stated simply "We'll do this."

"Are you sure?" You asked and he nodded "I don't want you to resent me for this further down the line."

"I could never resent you Moonshine." He replied "We'll work this out."

"Yeah?" You asked, a small smile spreading across your lips as he nodded.

"Yeah."

...

The two of you had sat and talked for a while after that. Agreeing to just focus on the baby and perhaps revisiting your relationship when things had settled. You had broken up for a reason, jumping back into a relationship wasn't going to change that.

Ben's phone ringing caused the man to leap from his skin. He cursed whoever it was that had decided to call him at such a late hour before glancing at his screen to see that it was you.

"Moonshine?" He answered as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand "Everything okay?"

"No..." You sobbed from the other end "Ben I-"

"I'll be right there."

He pulled on a shirt and some sweats before swiping his keys up and heading over to yours. He was thankful that he'd yet to give you your key back and he let himself in, he swept the house and quickly found you. You were curled up on the bathroom floor, your beige sweats stained with blood. He didn't say anything, he just pulled you into his arms and called 911. You both knew what was happening.

It didn't need to be spoken.

So he held you until the paramedics arrived and then held your hand through every test.

Chemical Pregnancy they'd called it. A pregnancy in which the baby was doomed before they'd even had a chance.

Normal they'd said it was common 3 out of 4 miscarriages were down to this but that didn't make it any easier to hear. One minute you were pregnant, the next they were just... gone.

Ben drove you home the following morning. From the amount of blood you had lost, the doctors had decided to monitor you just to be safe and Ben had stayed with you the whole time. You were grateful to him. But you also resented him because you knew that deep down. He must have felt relieved. He hadn't wanted a baby in the first place.

When he'd gotten you home, he'd brought you up to your apartment and started to fuss and that's when you'd had enough.

"You don't need to do this Ben." You snapped "You're off the hook."

"What?" He asked and you just shook your head.

"You got off scot-free. You can leave now. No misguided obligations to help me now."

"Moonshine I-"

"Please." You sobbed, eyes pleading "Just leave me alone."

And he did. You wouldn't see or speak to Ben for years to come.

You could have sworn you felt Frankie's hand twitch but after a week of watching him, you were sure you were starting to imagine things. You had come to the following day, Ben at your side but as your mind had cleared, you had found he hadn't been the person you'd hoped to see. He had told you that you'd suffered a Placental Abruption. That it had been touch and go for you both for a moment but after four hours of surgery, you were both going to be okay.

"Where's Frankie?" You'd asked and his expression had dropped.

"When I told him what was happening it triggered a severe asthma attack. One of the long-term side effects of his Pneumonia." He stated, pausing a moment so he could pull himself together "He stopped breathing. Took them almost five minutes to get him back but he's fallen into a coma." That had elicited a gasp from you "They're giving him oxygen treatment and they're hopeful that he'll wake up but it's impossible to tell what permanent damage there will be till he wakes up."

"If he wakes up." You had sobbed and he'd nodded grimly.

You'd begged and begged each nurse and doctor until they'd finally taken you to see him. Then after 3 days in the NICU, they'd allowed your newborn daughter to come with you. You sat there and told him about her. Describing how she had his brown hair and his frown. Ben watched from the sidelines as you spend almost every waking moment you could the father of your child.

"Any change?" He asked as he stepped in with two to-go cups of coffee in hand.

"No." You sighed as you looked and him and smiled a moment as you gratefully accepted the drink "Doctors just want us to keep talking to him. He's getting stronger so I'm hoping it's just a matter of days now."

"Let's hope so." He said as he leaned down to place a kiss on your brow "How's the little lady?" He then asked, locking eyes with the infant as she suckled on your breast.

"Hungry." You chuckled as you took a sip of your coffee and hummed "My favourite."

"Of course," Ben said softly with a smile before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

Since having yours and Frankie's baby, everything between you and Ben suddenly felt wrong. You didn't get the thrill you used to when he'd kiss you or hold your hand. Truth be told, you didn't want him to touch you.

You supposed it was down to the hormones. They were a mess at the moment and so for now, you'd decided to not make any rash decisions. You were just going to focus on Frankie and your new baby. Decisions on your and Ben's fate would come later.

"You ever wonder what our kid would have been like?" He asked and you were startled at his sudden question. He was sat watching your little girl as she fed, a sense of wonder in his eyes and your heart broke a little.

"All the time." You confessed, "I'd pictured a boisterous little boy with your blue eyes and sandy blonde hair."

"I'd hoped it would be a girl." Benny confessed and this made you pause "As soon as I'd gotten over the initial shock... for those two weeks I was... Well, I was so excited."

"Ben-"

"Then you lost it and the asshole in me was relieved." He finished, his expression changing to one of guilt "I wasn't ready for any of that back then." He admitted, his eyes then drifting up to lock with yours "But now... I dunno, I can see us having one, one day."

Hearing Benny say this should have made you happy. It's all you'd ever wanted all those years ago and yet your eyes then dropped down to look at your baby who'd fallen asleep with your nipple still in her mouth, you found you weren't happy at all. You then looked at Frankie who was laying deathly still, just like he had been for the past week. Taking him in, you realised that you didn't want that future with Ben.

You wanted it with him.

...

"Morning Papi." You gushed as you pushed your little girl into the hospital room that Frankie had now been occupying for a week and a half "Someone has been a fussy little lady. Think she needed to see her Papi." You finished as you scooped her up into your arms and carried her over to him.

Perching on the edge of the bed, you gently laid your daughter on his lap before grabbing one of his hands to place it on her bum, smiling as she started to wiggle.

"Mmmm." A soft hum slipped past Frank's lips and your eyes snapped up.

"Frankie?" You called and this time you were sure you saw him frown.

Without hesitation, you picked your daughter up and placed her in her pram before you returned your attention to the man in the bed.

"Frankie, can you hear me?"

"Mmmm." He hummed again, this time with a weak nod and you sobbed with joy as you grabbed his hand.

"I'm right here Frankie." You said as you cupped his cheat "Just listen to my voice."

A few more grumbles and moans slipped out as his movements got a little stronger. You perched on his bed and watched him as he started to surface, giving him soft words of encouragement as he slowly but surely grew more aware of his surroundings. When his eyes cracked open, you buzzed for a doctor and then you were asked to step aside as they worked.

It was a good twenty minutes later before you were allowed to return to your spot at his side and you clung to his hand, giving him something to anchor him as he made that final push and just when you thought he was going to give up.

He opened his eyes.

"Hey, you." You sobbed as your stroked his hair affectionately "Welcome back."

He gave you a weak smile before he coughed weakly and you were quick to grab the bottle and straw that sat on his side table. He took a few tentative sips before nodding his thanks and then you returned to watching and waiting for him to surface just that little bit more. Then finally...

"Hey." He whispered, giving you a small smile and that was it.

Clutching his cheeks you kissed him. Pouring all the emotions you'd had bottled up inside of you for the last 11 days.

"Would you like to meet your daughter?" You muttered against his lips and he nodded, his smile growing just a little brighter.

You then picked up the little girl from her bassinet and carried her over to her father whose arms were ready to receive her. You helped him get a good hold of her before you returned to your perch on the edge of his bed.

"I haven't named her yet." You pipped up after a little while "Wanted to wait for you to wake up."

"Yeah?" Frankie asked and you nodded, smiling brightly at him.

"Do you have any you like?" You asked and he nodded.

"There was one." Saw it whilst doing some internet shopping for her." He confessed his voice a little stronger.

"What was it?" You asked, smiling at how shy he'd become.

"Autumn."

You sat there frozen for a moment and he felt himself grow more and more nervous the longer you didn't say anything.

"If you don't like it we-"

He was cut off by your lips pressing against his and all the doubts he'd had melted away.

"It's perfect." You said, pulling away and resting your brow against his.

A knock at the door had you both jumping back and you looked up to see Ben standing there. Coffee's in hand just like every day. You were up and at his side in a heartbeat, smiling brightly as your grab your coffee.

"Ben, he's awake." You said, your eyes then drifting to Frankie who was cooing over his new baby daughter.

"I can see that." He replied, his tone making you look at him with a frown "Not all I saw." He finished and your stomach sank.

"Ben I can explain."

"No need." He snapped, eyes drifting to his friend and the baby he'd help create with you "I get it."

You didn't get a chance to say anything else before Ben had disappeared down the corridor and out the swinging doors. Kissing Frankie had just felt so natural at the time yet it didn't make it right.

You had some decisions to make.

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[dragoncxv360]

Finally finished these. I don't think I ever wanna have that many pages planned ahead in my sketchbook again. It was very tiring. But, I'm happy with the results. Also @witchysolfan you are a huge inspiration for how I drew Vanessa so thank you for the art that you make of her. It's amazing and I love it and she deserves more attention.

Anyways these are just android versions of my human ocs from my security sun au so there's really not much change. Liz is giving me mad gender vibes and I love him for it. Same with Alex. And I'm sure as soon as I fix Mary's proportions digitally she will be so so cute, since I do really like her face.

Will try to add image ids when I have spoons

#ellery's art #my art #fnaf #fnaf vanessa #vanessa fnaf #fnaf oc #oc #original characters #ocs #original character art #oc art #oc mary #oc alex #oc liz

[idliketobeatree]

Good omens for the fandom ask! :)

oh I am SO glad you asked <3

Marcela's Good Omens:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Aziraphale. I think about him 26/7, and the extra 2 hours I actually see him in the 4th dimension after a nightshift. she's everything and I'm just Ken. he's also the sun and the stars and he has a beautiful nose. by god, I would hand-repair that waistcoat

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Muriel!! not a discovery here. such a baby. but I do approach that sentiment with wariness, because of their autistic undertones (and I've seen some people bringing attention to the babification of "adult" characters for those characteristics. personally, I think all angels are clueless and a little naive, as isolated as they are in Heaven. some of them simply don't let it show). I adore them, the cuteness and chaotic potential is off the charts. let Crowley adopt them already

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

look LOOK it's Mrs. Sandwich actually. I feel like everyone loved her and her brief kinship with Crowley, but she's so underappreciated and should have a least one single uninterrupted scene to herself, is what I'm saying. she's an icon.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

*basing on the description because I feel bad calling them glup shitto ksjhsdf

Saraqael - my eyes do a zero point focus whenever they appear on screen. like, what are your motivations. how do you remember Crowley, why did you help him. who allowed you to be so chill in Heaven, Heaven isn't chill? what do you know. what is your plan. it also helps that Liz Caar is an amazing actress and I would watch anything she's in

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

i feel like that's not the definition I know of "poor little meow meow" - it's more like, I love them, but they are so wet and pathetic? so. the very special way Crowley breaks down during the fire at the bookshop and then when he's so drunk he thinks he's hallucinating Aziraphale. the saddest wettest snake moment. he's so devastated i'm almost surprised he doesn't meow. he needs a hug so bad

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

ngl I want Eric (the disposable demon) destroyed in every way possible besides actual holy water stuff. he needs to keep coming back like a cockroach, it's one of my favourite gags in the show

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

hey remember the utter Asshole of S1? I'd send him to superhell so he could have the time of his life with his future flyspouse and speedrun the resignation letter process. but also, because he deserves it. it would fix him. that was fun <3 if you wanna send me an off-anon ask with your username I'll tag you too!!

#good omens #marcela talks #good omens faves #good omens characters #marcela answers

[nobody7102]

I Don't Hate You: Chapter 5

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker (Andrew) x reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

A/N: Chapter 5 is out, I would have had it done sooner but I had to get a new computer. Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for when new chapters come out.

Chapter 4 Chapter 6

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Leading Y/N out the front door, he motioned for her to sit on the cement garden wall just outside of the door. “C’mon, sit” he helped her sit.

“Hey, hey!” Harry caught Peter’s attention. “We need to talk.”

Not paying attention to Harry, he made sure Y/N was stable. “I'm a little busy right now.”

“Can you just give me a second?” Harry pleaded, yet Peter still didn’t pay attention “It's off, okay?!” Harry yelled “The whole thing’s off.” he said quieter.

Peter furrowed his brow looking at Harry “What’re you talking about?”

Harry shook his head “She never wanted me.  She wanted Flash the whole time.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter groaned “Harry. Do you like the girl?” Harry nodded “And is she worth all this trouble?

Harry shrugged “Well, I thought she was.  But, you know, I-”

Peter rolled his eyes once again “Well she is or she isn’t.?” He asked not giving Harry time to answer “See, first of all, Flash is not half the man you are.” he placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder “Secondly, don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” he shook Harry’s shoulder “Go for it!” He pushed him back towards the party.

Y/N begins to fall off the bench but Peter quickly catches her again. He stands her up and they walk over to a bench, a few feet away from the party. “C'mon. Here, sit down.” Peter helped Y/N sit, before taking the seat next to her. 

“You’re so patronizing.” Y/N shook her head.

Peter chuckled, “Leave it to you to use big words when you're wasted.” He placed a hand on her shoulder to stabilize her.

She tried to push him away from the bench “I don’t think so.” She stood up to try and walk but as she stood she sat back down.

Peter just watched slightly amused before Y/N turned to him “Why are you doing this?”

He furrowed his brow “I told you, you may have a concussion.”

Y/N scoffed, “You don't care if I never wake up.”

Peter gave a small grin “Sure, I do”

“Why?”

“Well” Peter thought for a moment “because then I'd have to start taking out girls who actually like me.”

Y/N chuckled “Like you could find one.”

He motioned to Y/N “See that, there?” he smiled “Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?”

She looks at him for a moment with a smile, reflecting on his words. Before she starts tilting over backward, just in time to be caught by Peter, again.

“Jesus.” he mumbled making sure Y/N was stable once again. “......why'd you let him get to you?”

She turned to him “Who?”

“Flash” 

At the mention of his name, Y/N grimace “I hate him.”

“Well, you’ve chosen the perfect revenge” Peter started “mainlining tequila.”

They both laugh. “Well, you know what they say…” Y/N hummed, leaning against Peter’s shoulder.

Peter shook his head “No. What do they say?” A few moments of silence followed before Peter looked down to see Y/N sleeping “No no no no!” he moved to hold her shoulders, slightly shaking them “Y/N!” he panicked “C’mon, wake up!” he shook her once more “Look at me! Listen to me, Y/N. Open your eyes!” He urged her, shaking her firmly a final time.

Y/N jumped at the sudden movement looking at Peter “Hey….” she hummed “Your eyes have Dark brown around the edge”

Peter sighed with relief and smiles at Y/N. She smiled back at him, as they kept their eye contact for a few moments before Y/N lurched forward vomiting at Peter’s feet. Letting out a sigh, Peter looked down at his shoes before shaking his head and rubbing Y/N’s back.

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Back in the house, Gwen stood with Liz looking around uncomfortably “I don’t know if we should go-” but before Gwen could finish, she was cut off by Flash, who wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“Hey, a bunch of us are going to Eddie's house. Are you guys ready?”

Gwen looked at Flash nervously “Uh, I have to be home in twenty minutes.”

Liz smiled at Flash eagerly “You know, I don't have to be home 'til two. So…”

Flash smiled nodding to Liz before turning back to Gwen “One more chance…” he offered

“Oh, I’m sorry Flash… I can’t” she wrapped her arms around herself.

Liz shrugged “That’s a shame.” she turned to Flash “Well?”

He smiled “You wanna go?” Liz nodded, as they started to walk away Gwen grabbed Liz’s arm.

“Liz!”

“Hey, you passed.” she pulled her arm from Gwen’s grip

Gwen shook her head, watching as they left “Bitch…” she mumbled looking around at who was left in the party.

Walking out from a room of the house, Harry’s eyes were trained on the ground, only looking up occasionally, when he noticed Gwen “Hey… Have fun tonight?” he asked almost sarcastically.

“Tons,” Gwen answered back in the same tone. As Harry started to walk past Gwen, she stopped him “Harry?” he stopped turning back to her “Do you think you could give me a ride home?” she gave him a helpless smile.

He nodded, turning back around, his eyes wide mouthing ‘Yes!’ before he led Gwen to his car.

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Driving Y/N’s car, Peter shifted in the seat, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel as Y/N bobbed her head, listening to the radio.

“Should I do this?” Y/N hummed.

“Do what” Peter turned slightly to keep his eye on the road and on Y/N.

“This” she pointed to the radio.

“What? Start a band?”  he cocks his brow

“No, install car stereos.” Y/N deadpans “Yeah, start a band.” she chuckled, “My father would love that.”

Pulling up to the Stacy residence, Peter stopped the car, turning to Y/N “You don't strike me as the type that would ask your father’s permission.”

Now she turned to look at him “Oh, so now you think you know me?”

Peter shrugged “I'm gettin' there”

Y/N relaxes back into the seat a bit “The only thing people know about me is that I'm ‘scary’.” she scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I'm no picnic myself.” Peter hummed. They eye each other, sharing a moment of connection. “So what’s up with your dad? Is he a pain in the ass?”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head “No… He just wants me to be someone I'm not.”

“Who?”

Y/N shrugged, motioning to the house “Gwen.”

Peter’s eyes widened “Ah... Gwen…” He shook his head “No offense or anything, I mean,I know everyone likes your sister. But, um…” he thought for a moment “She’s without.” he finally said.

Y/N stared at him for a moment with admiration. “You know, you're not as vile as I thought you were.” she smiled, slowly starting to lean towards him. 

Peter begins to lean in, and just as their lips are inches from each other, Peter pulls away “Maybe we should do this another time.” he sheepishly suggests.

Y/N stares at him, for a moment, her eyes slowly showing that she’s pissed. Before she shoved open the car door, getting out of the car, slamming the door shut and stomping off to the house.

Letting out a groan, Peter face planted onto the steering wheel before he placed the car keys into the glove compartment for Y/N to find the next morning, before he exited the car. Walking over to his car and leaving. 

Just as Peter peeled away from the curb, Harry pulled up to drop off Gwen. As soon as he stopped the car, the two sat for a moment in silence before Harry spoke up. “You never wanted to go sailing with me, did you?” he turned to Gwen.

She gave a soft smile with sad eyes “Yes I did.” she lied through her teeth

Harry tilted his head “No…You didn’t.”

She sighed “Well, okay. No… Not actually.”

Harry sighed “Well, then that's all you had to say….have you always been this selfish?”

Gwen opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes it to think for a moment “Yes…” she meekly ryles 

Harry scoffs “You know, just because you're beautiful, doesn't mean you can treat people like they don't matter. He started “I mean, I really like you. Okay? I defended you when people called you conceited. I helped you when you asked me to.” He shook his head “I learned French for you! And then you just blow me of-”

Before he could finish, Gwen grabbed his face and gave him a kiss on the lips. When she pulls away he’s stunned. She smiles, then gets out of the car without another word.

Harry watches as she leaves, looking as though he’s just been told he’s inherited his fathers business as she turns back to him, smiles, and walks away.

Turning back to look at the road, a smile crept onto his face happily freaking out, and beating up his poor steering wheel “I’m back in the game!” he yelled happily.

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The next Monday, as Y/N entered Mr. Dillon’s class people started clapping and cheering before Eddie Brock spoke up. “Y/N, my lady, you sway to the rhythm of the beat” he laughed.

          “So tell me Y/N” Flash started as Y/N took her seat “what do we owe you for the table dance?” he smirked before Mr. Dillon clapped his hands to get the class's attention.

“All right," He started "not that I care, but how was everybody’s weekend?” he hummed

Flashes smirk turned to an ear to ear smile “ I don’t know. Why don’t we ask Y/N how her weekend was.” he and a few other people in the class chuckled.

Mr. Dillon shook his head “Unless she kicked the crap out of your dumbass, I don’t wanna hear about it.” He walked over to his desk, picking up a book “Okay, let’s open up our books to page 73, sonnet 141.” he cleared his thought and started reading 

“ ‘In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes. For they and thee a thousand errors note. But ‘tis my heart loves what they despise, who in despite of view is pleas’d to dote’.” he closed the book looking up to the class.

“Now, I know Shakespeare’s a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that…. Now I want you all to write your own version of this Sonnet.”

A few groans came from all around the class before Y/N raised her hand. Mr. Dillon looked at her, unpleased, ready for whatever Y/N was about to protest. “Yes, Miss I-have-an-opinion-about-everything?”

“Do you want this in iambic pentameter?” she quickly asked

He raised his brow “You’re not going to fight me on this?”

Y/N shook her head “No. I think it’s a really good assignment.”

Dillon laughed “You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?” Y/N shook her head “Get out of my class.”

Y/N’s eyes widened “What?!”

“Out. Get out!” he pointed at the door

Slowly starting to grab her stuff she made her way to the door annoyed.

“Thanks Mr. Dillon” Flash started

“Shut up.” Dillon turned around, going back to his lesson.

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As the hallways filled with people passing from class to class, Mary Jane stood at her looker, looking over the playbills of Shakespeare shows, adorned with a small photo of the Bard himself.

“Hey. That’s a cool picture.” Ned came up behind her “What’s the collar for? Is it to keep him from licking his stitches?” He joked but stopped noticing her lack of amusement “Kidding.” He quickly added “No, because I know you’re a fan of Shakespeare.”

Mary Jane raised her brow at him “More than a fan… We’re involved.”

“Oh” Ned’s eyes widened, as soon as he noticed Mary Jane start to walk away, he started talking again “ ‘Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart-“

“-courage to make love known?” Mary Jane finished giving Ned a small smile.

“Macbeth, right?” Ned smiled back as Mary Jane nodded.

Ned extended his arm to Mary Jane to escort her “So, listen... I have this friend…” he started.

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Sitting up in the bleachers, watching the soccer field, seeing as the gym class was held outside today for their soccer unit, Peter and Harry lounged watching the class. 

“What'd you do to her?” Harry questioned

Peter raised his hands in defense “I didn’t do anything…. Would’ve been too drunk to remember.” he mumbled the last part.

Harry whined “But the plan was working.”

Peter turned to face Harry “Why do you care? I thought you wanted out.”

A blush came across Harry’s face “Yeah, well I did, but….umm” he paused, almost embarrassed “...uh, that was until she kissed me.”

Peter grinned “Where?”

“In the car.” Harry smiled

“Hey!” Ned called out jogging up to them from across the jogging track.  As he crossed it, he nearly ran into two joggers. “Sorry.” he called out behind him before he sat with Harry and Peter. “Alright. I talked to her.” he paused, catching his breath “I got the scoop… ‘Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns’ that's a direct quote.” He nodded

“Thanks, Ned.” Peter groaned “That’s very comforting of you.”

Harry shrugged “We don’t know… She could just need a day to cool off.” As Harry spoke a soccer ball flew past them from the field, narrowly missing their heads. Looking at the ball for a few minutes, they looked to the field noticing Y/N stands menacingly glaring at them. “Maybe two days.” Harry added.

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As Y/N and Mary Jane walk, Y/N saw a prom flier and tore it down as the girl who just hung it watched. “Hey!” she yelled after them.

Waving her off, Y/N and Mary Jane continued walking “Can you imagine who would go to that antiquated mating ritual?”

“I would” Mary Jane raised her hand “But I don’t have a date”

Y/N raised her eyebrow, turning to her friend “Do you really want to get all dressed up so some sleazy nerd with a boner can feel you up while you’re forced to listen to a band that by definition sucks ass?”

          Mary Jane shook her head, slightly annoyed “Alright, alright. We won't go… it's not like I’ve got a dress anyway.” She hugged her head.

“You’re looking at this entirely wrong” Y/N started “We're making a statement.”

“Oh joy” Mary Jane said sarcastically walking to their cars.

As the parking lot fills with people Gwen walks by herself, until Flash comes up behind her. “Hey there”

Gwen keeps her eyes forwards and continues walking “Hi, Flash”

“You're concentrating awfully hard considering you’re walking to Liz’s car”

Gwen eventually stops walking and turns to him “Can I help you with something Flash?”

He nodded, “I want to talk to you about prom.”

Gwen sighed “Look, you know the deal. I can't go if Y/N doesn't go.”

He nodded “I know. Your sister is going.”

Gwen looked at him surprised. “Since when?”

“Oh, let’s just say I'm taking care of it.” he smirked walking away from her to the other side of the parking lot, digging two $100 bills out of his wallet. Extending them out to Peter as he approached his car.

“Here.” he shoved the money towards Peter, who didn’t take the money. “This should take care of the flowers, the limo, the tux, everything. Just make sure she gets to the prom.”

Peter, who was leaning against his car, fully stood up crossing his arms “You know what? I’m sick of playing your little game.”

Flash reaches into his pocket again and looks around. “Are you sick of, let’s say, 300?” Flash cocked his brow

Peter takes a moment glancing between the money and Flash looking a bit tortured, but eventually takes the money.

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It takes a few days for Peter to find himself alone with Y/N but eventually he finds himself sitting in his car with a bag of takeout when he notices Y/N enter a bookstore. He looks between the food and the store before groaning. Exiting his car, he walks into the bookstore and scans around for Y/N before slowly following her from the next row of books to the next, watching as she looks over the books with such concentration. When they reach the end of the aisle, he questions her.

“Excuse me, have you seen The Feminine Mystique? I seem to have lost my copy.” his smile is only met with an unpleasant look from Y/N.

“What are you doing here?” She asks unpleased

He motions behind him “I heard there was a poetry reading.”

She groans “You're so-”

“Charming?” He cuts her off, she turns and begins to walk away as he continues to pursue her. “Wholesome?”

She eventually turns to him “Unwelcome.” venom dripped from her tone.

He raises his brow to her “You know… you’re not as mean as you think you are, you know that?” he crossed his arms

“And you’re not as badass as you think you are.” she turns away from him.

“Ooo” he smirked, “someone still has their panties in a twist.”

Y/N whipped back around pointing at him “Don't for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.” 

          Peter leaned against a bookshelf “Then what did I have an effect on?” 

Y/N thought about it for a moment “Other than my gag reflex? Nothing.” She headed for the door, handing him a copy of The Feminine Mystique as she left.

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The next day, Peter butted in between Ned and Harry in the lunch line. “You’re right. She's still pissed.”

“Sweet love, renew thy force!” Ned hummed causing Peter to slap his shoulder 

“Hey, man!  Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you.”

Harry placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder “Look. You embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score.”

Peter scowled “How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”

Ned smiled “Gentlemen I have an idea”

A few hours later, during Gym class which was outside once again. Peter and Harry sat close to the announcers booth as Ned was inside talking with some kid. Coming out after a few minutes Ned handed a microphone to Peter “You’ve got 3 maybe 4 minutes tops”

Peter eyed the microphone “Are you sure this is gonna work?”

Ned and Harry nodded. Peter sighed moving to the top of the bleachers, standing next to the door of the booth, before nodding to the guy who stood in the booth, and soon a smooth tune of a piano began to play over the speakers of the soccer field.

As soon as the tambourine from the backtrack kicked in he began to sing. “Ooh…” he paused, questioning his life choices before continuing “Sugar pie, honey bunch” he poked his head out from around the booth, to see that everyone was looking up at him. 

Figuring he had nothing else to lose, he fully stepped out from the side of the booth, his eyes searched for Y/N’s form on the field, before he pointed to her “You know that I love you” he smiled watching as Y/N looked around, noticing that everyone was now looking at her. “I can't help myself, I love you and nobody else” he hummed. Making his way down into the bleachers.

“In and out my life, You come and you go” he threw his free hand, that wasn’t holding the microphone out, into the air before bringing it to his chest covering his heart “Leaving just your picture behind” he hand down onto his knees dramatically “And I kissed it a thousand times”

“When you snap your finger or wink your eye, I come running to you” he moved to the side of the bleachers that was closer to where Y/N was on the field, keeping eye contact with her. “I’m tied to your apron strings, and there’s nothing that I can do” he watched as Y/N began to smile, even though her arms were crossed, a hand came up to cover one of her blushing cheeks.

He walked down a few more bleachers “Can’t help myself. No I can’t help myself” as he finished the line, he noticed the school's resource officers begin to climb the bleachers, heading towards him. Moving to the far side of the bleachers, climbing back up a few of them he continued “ ‘Cause sugar pie, honey bunch. I’m weaker than a man should be” his voice strained as he ran, earning a few laughs from people on the field. 

Dodging an officer that came close to him, he jumped up a few more bleachers “I can’t help myself” he watched as Y/N laughed, smiling at his little routine “I’m a fool in love, you see” 

Just as Peter was about to start the next verse the officers came at him from both sides. Grabbing his arms the ripped the mic from his hands, as Peter grinned widely, as everyone clapped he was escorted off the field.

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[loveisalwaystheanswer]

Whats your take on lizzie and tommy when lizzie says "Do you feel anything? You talk as if you're watching everything on a screen"?

I dislike it when lizzie is smirking at jessie as if lizzie won....when in reality jessie got respected by the other ladies of the workforce while lizzie had to cry and whine to get tommys attention

Hello, anon!

Basically it was made to show us Tommy's state of mind. Not Lizzie's feelings about it. Because these words don't obligate Tommy to do anything about his situation. It was said as a fact. It tells us he's in his deepest depression (I'm talking about clinical depression of course). He almost killed himself, he pulled the trigger, he fuckin wanted to die. But the opportunity was stolen from him. So is there any surprise he doesn't feel anything or he's not in present?Nothing had changed for good since then. This line needed to be said, so they picked Lizzie to deliver it to us. And Lizzie was living with him and saw him acting like this. So his condition couldn't have been a surprise for her.

And I'm pretty sure it echoes his dialogue with Ada: “Where are you Tom? My big brother? You know you used to stop sometimes and laugh. Do you even remember this place?”, he responds "But I'm alive, Ada" and after that goes Ada's (and mine too) bitter and ironic "Yeah" said mostly to herself than to Tommy. And I'm so pissed about it! Because it took them about 9 fucking years (and 2 whole seasons to us) to see the difference and say something about it? Seriously?! Does anybody have any ideas why he doesn't laugh anymore? Since when he's so unhappy? Thoughts?? Tommy is dead inside since GRACE'S death and he didn't laugh since then either. Ta-daa! But we didn't hear anyone saying ANYTHING about the impact of Grace's death on Tommy. Nobody. Ever. Talked. About it. Never. And this is not about someone talking to Tommy, he's not talkative at all, especially about Grace, but none of the family members had ever discussed it among themselves. Didn't fans deserve to hear one line about how important she was to him? To honour her memory? A little bit? Yes, Ada we remember these times. *arghh* I need to stop myself.

I agree with you, anon! This victorious catty Lizzie's look at Jessie just made me laugh out loud. It says "i'm sooo good he chose me and you're left with nothing gaaaal so you can fuck off he's mine and I pity you byyyeee" because Liz sees Tommy as the biggest prize of her life (lol, no). But the truth is that Lizzie is the only one here to be pitied. And I feel sorry for Jessie, she didn't deserve such attitude. But she got lucky to escape Tommy. And Tommy's a dick btw. Lizzie should have said "bye bye Tommy, go to hell" a long time ago. Back then when he let her be raped by Field Marshal and back then when Shelbys killed her lover. But apparently SK didn't want to give her some dignity and self-respect. Instead he made her Lizzie-finally-Shelby who's desperately trying to make Tommy love her and living in a continuing delusion that everything is ok. And only after Ruby's death her wall of denial had came down. I breathed a sigh of relief when she finally found the strength to leave him. It took so long.

thank you xx

#asks #liata notes #lizzie stark #tommy shelby #lizzie needs to learn how to run fast #s6

[lilacastar]

Little by little, stressful thoughts deconstructed as careful fingers assembled the carrier fighter.

It was a Grumman F-14A Tomcat. Garret's gentle hands glided over the model airplane, adjusting and adding. Finally not thinking. Finally doing something for himself, instead of giving everything he has to get through the day. Just this one thing for himself, and nothing could take that away. The bad thoughts couldn't reach him while he built.

After coming home to an empty apartment, he showered away the filth of the day, trimmed his beard neat, and cleaned the entire kitchen. From an outside view, he was productive and responsible. Only those with shared feelings knew, it was simply a cloak to make the perpetual feeling of dirtiness, feel a little less dirty.

"Garret?"

The voice startled him, but his steady hands refused to break character and nothing was dropped or broken. He gently set the unfinished carrier down to give attention to the unexpected Liz, still in her work shirt. A few strands of her dirty blonde hair had come undone from her pony, just long enough to reach her shoulder.

A light smile passed through him, "You're off early?"

"Nope," Liz smiled back. "It's nearly 8:30"

"Oh," He said in a daze.

She messed his tidied hair, "Looks like you were really into that. It's good to see you building again." She paused, taking a second to take in what was different. "You look nice, you cleaned up didn't you?"

"Thought it was time."

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Tired from the day, emotionally exhausted, the two decided to not create any more dishes and instead ordered. But as Garret ate, the thoughts returned, a swirl of nausea making him want to stop.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Liz asked.

"Mmh," He mumbled. "I don't know really."

"You always say that." She said dejectedly.

"I'm sorry," He sighed. She was right, but it was never the right time. Never the right words and he could never bring himself to say if something was wrong. Even when they loved him.

"Can you at least tell me, I don't know, one thing about what's been bothering you?"

Would she believe him? Would saying something make her ask more questions? Would it be obvious of his personal experience? Anything to do with himself, and it was as if his voice was taken. Lost and buried down in his own body. But this wasn't about him, it was about Issac. And Issac deserved to be seen.

"Say," Garret started, and took a long pause to think deeply about how to phrase it neutrally.

Liz waited without a word, accepting any form of communication.

"Say," He resumed. "There is a student who inconsistently has behavior problems."

"Alright." She encouraged.

"Sometimes he seems to pay attention and participate, sometimes not. Sometimes he frequently needs the restroom multiple times a day, sometimes a normal amount. He often can't sit in one position long, and puts his hands in his pants. He might stare at other kids and adults pants too."

"Is he special needs?"

"No."

"A little weird, I guess. But he's what, 8?"

"What do you make of it? What would you think is wrong?"

"Uh, I mean I'm not a psychologist but maybe ADHD? Especially since he can't sit still."

"What about frequently putting his hands in his pants, and a weird relationship with the bathroom?"

"Isn't it not uncommon for people with ADHD to sometimes have poor physical awareness? Like, they get so into what they're doing they don't realize they need or eat or pee."

He nodded, "It can be, yeah. But what if, say, he also has poor hygiene. His hair is always unbrushed, and it's often not showered. And he wet himself."

"Gross, but yeah. If his mom isn't making him do it, they forget to clean themselves. Bad on her, honestly."

She doesn't see it. How could she not see it? It was so obvious to him, the signs were there, but no one else ever saw them as red flags. They refused to see them. Was this why no one ever said anything about his own signs as a child?

He swallowed, his voice becoming increasingly hard to stay strong and keep going. But she hadn't seen it. If she couldn't see what was obvious, then she probably wouldn't see the connection between him and the situation as well.

"Did you know," He started again. "That poor hygiene and things like bed-wetting past the appropriate age, can be a sign of-" His heart pounded, never having explained this before. But he still couldn't manage to say out loud, the particular type. "A sign of abuse?"

"Sort of? I mean, I guess not, actually. Sometimes kids are just kind of gross. Do you think that's what's happening?"

"Well, children who wet themselves past a normal time, or refuse to bathe, sometimes are doing it for a reason other than accidents."

"What do you mean?"

"Whether it's subconscious or not, sometimes a child will want to make themselves undesirable, so the abuse won't happen that day...or night. 'If I am gross and unclean, then maybe they won't want to be near me and hurt me', kind of thought process."

"That's awful," She added. "I hope to god that's not happening to your student."

"Ideally, me too. But things don't always account for our hopes. I'm just...stressed about the possibilities."

"Have you tried talking to his parents?"

"If it's coming from anyone in the family, then addressing it will only make them take the blame out on the child."

"Huh. I hope it's not happening, but I guess just keep an eye out since you're worried about it."

Just keep an eye out.

Is that what they said about you? Did anyone even notice? Why did no one notice when it was so obvious? Why didn't they care?

No one fucking cared.

'Just keep an eye out' and don't do a single thing to help. But what were he to do now? What could he do, if saying something would end up coming back at the child in need?

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[notes]

"See something, say something" isn't always the right thing to do. Telling an abuser/potential abuser you think something is wrong, will not make them rethink their choices. It won't make them mad at you. It will make them mad at the victim. The victim is who faces the consequences in private, not you, not the person in question. Them.

#part 6/13 #The Elementary Cycle #abuse mention

[between-the-alchemist-and-god]

I present to you

A Liz!!

See I followed my boots headcanon. :)

I know in the book she's all passive and sweet and feminine but I think the entire fandom collectively agrees to ignore that. I do at least. She probably barely styles her hair.

The only thing I really kept from the book is the idea that she's conventionally pretty (for white people standards). Such as blonde hair and blue eyes and a smaller figure. Other than that she is a total nuisance and I love her

Oh, and we're really venturing away from realism now. This dress would never exist in Geneva in the 1700s. But it's called artistic freedom

#frankenstein #elizabeth lavenza #art mine #artwork #random personal headcanon #I don't give Liz the attention she deserves #I'll try to remedy that in future but no promises #her canon personality is just so stereotypical and kinda annoying so I tend to avoid her #but now that I have a design I can do whatever I want so I might mess around with canon-divergent ideas later #welp time for the next one *checks list* Mr. Clerval!

[nofoundboy]

Hello,oh so many things i could ask for...can i please request a little ficlet of abe sapien swimming with his trans masc plus-sized boyfriend with maybe a tiny bit of nsfw in there? Im sorry if this is too specific or anything. 😅

Don't worry, it's perfect 💖 sorry for the delay btw

It was quite late, it was a nice night and everyone seemed to be ready to enjoy it. There were no missions that day, no work nothing that could get in the way of getting your well-deserved rest.

You peeked briefly into Red's room, who was lying with Liz on his lap, holding her waist carefully as she smiled sweetly at him. You couldn't help but smile at that intimate moment, hurrying your steps to get yours.

You arrived in record time at Abe's tank, who seemed quite immersed in the classical music still echoing through his headphones. You thought it was the perfect opportunity to surprise him, so you took off your shoes, and your outerwear, and didn't hesitate a moment to enter the tank to swim up to Abe and hug him from behind, feeling the wonderful texture of his soft skin.

He let out a startled yelp, but knew immediately who you were and relaxed at your touch. He pulled your hands away briefly as he removed his headphones and turned to you, giving you his full attention. You smiled at the sight of his face at last, and stroked it gently.

"To tell you the truth, I was already expecting you to come" with the gentle caution that characterized him, he held you by the waist, briefly feeling the softness of your abdomen and your sides.

He brought you to the surface and before you began to feel the signs of needing oxygen, he sat you on the edge of his tank. You had previously expressed your fear of being heavy to him, but he assured you that to him, you were no heavier than a feather. Still, you were not unimpressed by his strength either.

"And I had hoped to surprise you," you had caught your breath. "You did, only if you didn't come, I'd probably end up going to your room." You loved watching the way he spoke with his hands, expressing himself so elegantly that it was hypnotic.

You couldn't help but smile, somewhat shocked at his words. Abe was still quite shy about your relationship, at least when it came to expressing his desires, so those direct words were a nice change. You took his hand gently, kissing it and drawing a small sigh from him.

"I want to float with you…can you hold me?" and no sooner had you finished the sentence when Abe was already taking you by the arms. He slid his hands to your waist and you tightened your grip on his neck. Now your heads were still on the surface but you felt the refreshing coolness of the water on the rest of your body.

You also felt Abe's chest against yours, the rapid beating of his heart and the texture of his webbed fingers on the soft flesh of your waist. Abe carried you gently through the tank, like a waltz. Sometimes you liked to challenge him to little swimming competitions, in which he always let you win, but now it was clear that all you both wanted was to feel each other.

You closed your eyes and leaned in, seeking his lips until you felt them against yours. Cold and salty, they welcomed you with pleasure, half-open. You waited no longer and slipped your tongue into his mouth, delighting in the soft moan you drew from him and the taste of his tongue, which timidly sought yours.

You took Abe's hand and directed it to your neck, wordlessly asking him to caress your body from there.

With the delicacy that characterized him, he ran his hands along your clavicles, your chest, stopping to caress those scars, product of the top surgery. His digits danced across your tummy so deliciously slow and sweet that you couldn't help but moan in between the kiss.

"Abe… "you whispered, breaking the kiss at the need for air. Your hands traveled to his ribs, a place you knew was quite sensitive for him. Your caresses not only elicited a moan from him but also, caused him to squeeze your waist with some force, making you moan in the process.

"Do you want to…?" he didn't finish the sentence, partly out of shyness, partly because of the kisses you had begun to spread on his neck. He led you back to the shore and lay down next to you. Leaning on his arm, Abe subtly moved his hand to your thighs and at your eager look and nod, he began to caress them, delighting in the sound of your soft gasp.

They were big and soft and he loved that stroking them had such an effect on you. Your hand practically flew to the edge of his tight lycra and, hearing his own surprised and already aroused moan, Abe knew that you would probably be there until morning.

#abe sapien #abe sapien x reader #transmasc reader #transmasc s/o #hellboy

[meetmeatthecoda]

One of the most ridiculous things on TBL are the sudden appearances and disappearances of Hudson, Liz's dog (and don't even get me started on the fact that they took an entirely different breed in the second season).

Like, I get it that he's just a plot device... but him appearing only when he's needed? Like when he wakes the Keens up in the pilot? Or when Tom says he's going to take him out on a walk? And seemingly not existing other times, like when Liz comes to Ressler (without a dog!) at the end of the 1x20? Now, that's inconsistent!

But, since I love dogs and don't like such inconsistencies, in the (Lizzington, of course) au most of my fantasies are set in Hudson exists all the time.

And let me tell you something – he totally adores Red (maybe, even more than he loves Liz). When Red's upset? Instead of letting him drink copious amounts of whiskey, Hudson puts his head in his lap (or fully climbs into his lap) and nuzzles his hands with his head and nose and licks his hands and face until he's laughing. And when Red's injured/sick? Hudson is extremely protective of him. He doesn't leave his side, follows him around the house everywhere he goes and even sleeps by his side, ready to protect him from any further harm.

Omg 👏 preach 👏 anon!! Honestly, I think - of all the numerous inconsistencies & plotholes in TBL - the most unforgivable one to us die-hard fans will ALWAYS be The Sad Tail (lolz) of Hudson the Shape-Shifting Dog 😂😂😂 It's such a shame they didn't utilize him as the proper character he deserved to be recognized as LOL 😂 But omg??? Thanks to TPTB (and given that we're somehow in season 8, so many seasons after his last appearance) I'm def guilty of forgetting about him (😭) so the fact that he's a major player in your Lizzington AU fantasy??? Iconic 👌And, bc Red is so obviously a dog/pet/animal person, the mental image of him & Hudson being BFFs??? Perfection 😭 Like Liz would be a little salty about Hudson loving Red more than her (she always was bitter whenever he favored T*m's attention over her's) but IT'S RED & he so clearly deserves some puppy love so - as much as she might playfully give him grief for it - she's really cool with it 😏 And when Red's sad or injured, puppy kisses are the perfect remedy, omg, and you bet your ass Liz gets immeasurable joy out of watching Red laugh & pet Hudson & half-heartedly fend off his wet kisses when he's feeling less than 100%!! And lastly, Hudson the scruffy lil pupper acting like a Rottweiler 3x his size when it comes to protecting Red?? Adorable, fantastic, 10/10. What a fabulous message, anon, thank you for brightening my day 🥰 Much love to you, my Hudson-loving friend!! ❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #Hudson #mine #ask #anon #how lovely #:D #thank you anon #:) #much love to you!! #<3

[ajokeformur-ray]

I'm so sorry for sending all these asks in today! Please only answer if you're feeling comfortable and well rested, I would never want to make you feel pressured, annoyed, overwhelmed or anything similiar ♡

I hope you don't mind me asking this; How do you cope after a stressful/exhausting day or when you've been hurt by someone or when you're not feeling the best?

If there's a comfort activity, person, song, musician, movie, show, character or anything else really, could you (please) recommend me something?

I really hope that you're feeling better, more rested and less stressed today! I'm wishing you the absolute best and a big comforting hug♡

Luna, my darling!!!!🥰💗

Honey, there's no need to apologise! I adore hearing from you, it always makes me smile to see you in my inbox and I promise I'll respond to everything you've sent me, though it may take me some time to do so!💕🤗I never feel pressure, annoyed, overwhelmed or anything like that to respond, I promise! I adore speaking with you and hearing things you want to tell me or ask me, it's a joy and so are you.💜💙

How do you cope after a stressful/exhausting day or when you've been hurt by someone or when you're not feeling the best?

I'm going to respond to these one at a time, my love, so that I can give each section my full attention! You deserve nothing less!💖

(Long post under the cut!)

After a stressful or tiring day, I reward myself with something I really enjoy physically and emotionally. Physically, I reward myself with a cup of coffee with some extra honey in it, or a snack which I don't have often because it's a bit pricier (which gluten free food usually is because people with coeliacs disease are penalised for being sick). Just something to thank my body for getting me through the day. This also includes a hot shower and maybe I'll massage my legs, too, to help my body relax and to realise that the day is over. I'll also watch a favourite show or listen to my favourite song seventeen times in a row because the day is done and I deserve to enjoy myself!

When I've been hurt by someone, I let myself feel. It's unpleasant, yes, and it hurts, but emotions are visitors - they come and they go as they please and the only way they're happy to leave your house (mind) is if you pay attention to them. I don't wallow in my pain when I've been hurt by someone, but I let myself cry, I let myself get angry, I let myself feel what I'm feeling, and I say hello to the emotions and let them do their thing while I do mine. I also try to consider the situation from the other person's perspective because most people are well-intentioned but clueless, though of course this is no excuse for the harm they caused, but rather an explanation. If it's a major injury I sustained from someone, I'll write them a letter and pour out all of my emotions, and then I'll set fire to the letter and watch it burn (if you're doing to do this, do it somewhere safe and with water near by to put it out!) so that I can cleanse my emotions with fire. Sooner or later, I put the situation to rest and move on from it. I don't like to dwell on the wrongful things which have been done to me; I'd rather process the emotions and be on my way.😊

When I'm not feeling my best, I try to be kind to myself. Humans are such messy creatures and sometimes we just need to bit of extra care, so in these instances I try to treat myself the way I would treat someone else if they felt the way that I did. I acknowledge my feelings and I try to feel them while also carrying on with my day; sometimes self-care is resting and going to bed earlier, but sometimes self-care is discipline and doing what needs to be done. It's a very fine line to walk but whichever side of the line I fall, I know that that night, I can crawl into bed and fall asleep watching one of my comfort films. When I feel myself lagging during the day, I tell myself, I know darling, but you can do it. You've made it this far - just a little more, honey pie. I talk to myself the way I want someone else to speak to me when I don't feel so good, because I deserve that tenderness especially from myself. I know that no matter what happens, I've got my own back.

If there's a comfort activity, person, song, musician, movie, show, character or anything else really, could you (please) recommend me something?

Well, you already know Ash, Arthur, Mary Reilly is one you'll know soon... Liz Taylor from AHS is another massive source of comfort from me; you can find a compilation of her scenes here. She's my wife and I love her very much. She's the reason I am the way I am today. Long story.🥺😭

I also really recommend BTS, so many of their songs really resonate with me but I especially find comfort in Spring Day, The Truth Untold, Idol, 4 O'Clock, Serendipity, Euphoria, Nothing Like Us, So Far Away, Epiphany, Winter Bear, Stay Gold, Magic Shop, 21st Century Girl.

(I enjoy many more BTS songs but these ones are my comfort BTS songs, so for that reason I didn't list any more than that).

Another comfort I can recommend, angel, is getting into bed and curling up with some pillows and putting on your favourite songs and keeping your eyes closed so you can really feel the music. Just do whatever you want to do in that moment and let yourself be. You deserve that, angel. 🥰💗

Thank you, darling!!! I'm feeling better today skskskskk got another busy day tomorrow but for now I'm treating myself to a night of kdramas and tumblr'ing!!! I love you so much darling and I hope that you feel better soon asdfghjk if you want to vent some more, then I'm here for you!!! I hope something here is helpful to you, angel. I love you and I'm sending you lots of cuddles!💕🤗

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[parkerpeter24]

best friends or more (part-2)

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst👀, oblivious people, swearing. I think that is all...

Word count: 2454

Italics — flashback/thoughts

Sorry for being so late! I hope you guys liked the first part, I think my tags didn't work🤷🏻‍♀️. Tumblr is a disaster, even more so when you're on your phone... I hope you like this part!❤ Also, I can't divide the text under the cut because I don't have a laptop and it didn't work on chrome. I try to not extend it too much!

Series Masterlist | Prologue | Part 1

“What the fuck are you doing on the ceiling?!”

Peter jumped down to the floor, already putting his hands up to try to stop you from freaking out. You were already at the verge of screaming out loud. Your breath hitched and you couldn’t think straight.

“(Y/n), I can explain.” He said. One could wonder how he was being so calm and composed, like it was totally normal for people to walk on the ceiling of their houses.

Peter’s hands were on your shoulders in an instant, rubbing soft, soothing circles through the thin fabric of your shirt, concerned eyes making sure you calmed down before he started rambling about what had happened.

“H-how were you, what were you—?” You tried but even after all efforts, you couldn’t get yourself to utter a single coherent sentence out of your mouth. It was like your brain stopped working. Peter was on the lookout, in case you fainted.

“I know it’s crazy. Just calm down and I’ll tell you everything.” He said. You took your time, breathing and trying to relax. Finally letting go of the door handle you stood up straight, but he could still see your shaking hands, still hear your heart’s palpitations, still sense the weirdness in the air. 

“You were on the ceiling.” Your voice came out shakey, but you were taking regular breaths. Peter nodded.

“I-I was.” He started. You waited for him to continue with an expectant yet incredulous look on your face. You wanted him to tell you that it was due to some crazy anti-gravity belt that he accidentally ‘created’ due to some error, or something alien he got from the storage of the apartment building, “I know it’s weird but I have a good reason. Just- let’s sit down first?” He asked hesitantly. You just nodded, still confused about everything.

You both walked over to his bunk bed, which was occasionally used by the both of you for sleepovers and Star Wars movie marathon nights, and sat beside each other “How are you now?” You asked suddenly, making Peter raise an eyebrow at you, “You had a fever.” You stated.

“Oh, that? Yeah, I’m way better now.” He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly before a wince passed his lips. You became cautious and concerned at the action.

“What is it?” You asked as you craned your neck to look at the cause of the pained voice.

“A spider bit me.”

———

You were pulled back to reality by Liz when she nudged your side. Your head perked up from your lap where your chemistry book was lying carelessly, not that you were actually reading it. You pushed your glasses up your nose. No you weren’t a nerd, not even close. Albeit the chemistry book lying in your lap, you were focused on the events from last night. Your mind replayed the way Peter’s sweet, familiar scent filled your nose when you leaned down to check on his injuries, what if you had kissed him, would he have kissed you back?

Peter’s thoughts didn't vary much than yours. All day he kept dozing off thinking about you, about how you smelled of honey, about how your soft lips would’ve felt over his.

He watched you at lunch as you sat with Betty and her friends like you usually did on Fridays just because they were your friends too and you didn’t want to upset them. He saw you turn back to look over at his table and the moment your eyes met, you mouthed a humorous ‘save me’ as you laughed silently, making him smile and look away as he blushed.

His eyes quickly shifted from you and adjusted to somewhere behind you, indicating you as well as convincing himself that he was blushing because of the girl who was behind you, hanging a banner for homecoming, and apparently the girl turned out to be Liz. You turned away from him to hide the frown on your face as you felt a pang in your chest.

You didn’t mean to feel bad. Peter, your best friend, had a crush on a girl who actually deserved him. She was way too nice, smart and beautiful as compared to you. She was the perfect match for him. Or so you thought.

Peter’s eyes fixated back on you as soon as you focused your attention on Betty, he observed your movements, the way you waved your hands in the air to illustrate things better, the way you pushed the same strand of hair —that he was much grateful of— behind your ear again and again and yet again. All things including Ned’s voice was background and the only desired thing was you.

“Earth to (y/n)?” Liz snapped a finger in front of you, waking you up again, “Were you even listening?” She chuckled as you passed her a sheepish look.

You were sitting in the gym bleachers, now in your midtown high sweatshirt, with the group as Peter did his crunches with the help of Ned.

“Sorry, I was thinking about... something.” You replied, settling yourself on the bleachers so that you were comfortable.

“Anyway…” Betty started, “We were playing F, marry, kill, for the avengers! Let’s continue.” She clapped a hand in front of her chest. Sometimes you didn’t like how excited the blonde girl could get. You rolled your eyes playfully muttering a ‘sure.’

“So what would it be for you (y/n)?” Liz asked from your side. You wanted to run away from there as all eyes fell on you but the group was sitting all around and you were in the middle. You knew the whole gym was listening to the conversation of the ‘popular’ kids.

“Um,” You gulped, “F thor, marry Captain America and kill hulk?” you offered. Peter's eyebrows furrowed, what was he thinking, of course you wouldn’t take his alter ego’s name. He was not expecting you to say you would marry Spider-man, no.

Your friends all seemed satisfied with your answer and nodded, except Liz.

“What about Spider-man?” She asked. Peter's ears perked up at that.

“What– What about him?” You asked her. You could feel Peter’s —and everyone else’s— eyes lingering over your group.

“Didn’t you see the big security cam on YouTube?!” She bragged, “He fought off four guys!”

Everyone rolled their eyes like they already knew what was happening, “Oh god, she’s crushing on Spider-man.” Some girl announced nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened dramatically, “What?” You asked.

She shrugged, trying to seem uninterested but the smile on her face gave her facade away, “Well, maybe.”

“But what if he’s like, seriously burned, or eighty?” You asked suddenly. Peter squinted his eyes on you as he tried to hold in his laughter. You looked so cute when you tried so hard to hide the fact that you actually knew Spider-man or how that one strand on hair fell on your face which you adjusted behind your ear. You were blushing slightly and Peter could just grab your face and kiss all over — Stop!

The group thundered, “Okay, first of all, he’s not eighty.” Liz laughed, making you blush in embarrassment, “And second of all, I wouldn’t care. I would still love him for the person he is on the inside.” Peter was full on staring at the black haired girl as you could see from the corner of your eyes. You felt a strong feeling tugging at your heart as it dropped to the pit of your stomach. Were you jealous of Liz? No! But again, why was Peter staring at her in the hallway?! 

Before you could interject or even think of anything to say back to her you heard a voice which made the whole gym fall into silence, “Peter knows Spider-man!” Now all the eyes were on Peter as he turned to Ned with an unbelievable look. He scrambled off the ground, “No, I don’t.” He tried, waving his hands in dismissal, “I-I’ve met him, yeah, t-through the Stark Internship.”

“They’re friends.” Ned quipped. You stared at the boys with a questioning look, what was going on in their head? Peter passed you a tight lipped smile.

“Oh yeah, like coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.” Flash laughed, “You know what, why don’t you invite your ‘friend’ Spider-man to Liz’s house party?”

“You’re having a party?” You whispered to Liz, only for Peter to repeat it out loud.

“Yeah, I’m having people over tonight.” She said, giving you an apologetic grin. You shook your head.

“You should totally invite your pal, Spider-man.” Flash said as the bell rang and students started emptying the gym. Peter turned to Ned with an angry look and you rushed towards the both as your group also dissipated.

“What’re you doing?!” He asked, frustrated as you slipped beside them and started walking out of the room, behind the crowd. You slipped your hand in Peter’s since no one was watching, and why not. You knew it calmed him down when you rubbed soft circles on the back of his hand.

“Okay, did you not hear her? Liz has a crush on you.” He explained and you could feel your heart drop to your feet, and Peter was about to step over it.

“On Spider-man, not him.” You butted as Peter opened his mouth to say something.

“Come on (y/n), be serious.” He chuckled. Only if he knew, you were dead serious, “You’re an avenger man! If anyone has a chance with a senior girl, it’s you! Stop pining after her and just make a move.” Ned announced before walking ahead, leaving you and Peter with your thoughts.

So he liked Liz? And he told Ned but not you?

Peter didn’t seem to notice your face drop, “We need to go to that party.” He smiled, swinging your hands as you moved to your locker.

———

“Peter, I think you need to see a doctor.” You told him as your eyebrows furrowed.

“And tell him what (y/n)? A spider bit me and I got powers, my vision is better and my senses got developed? That sounds terrible.” He shook his head. Now that he mentioned, you noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses and his shirt did look two sizes smaller for him, “Wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.” He chuckled. Suddenly, heat rushed to your cheeks and you felt embarrassed under his stare. You felt intimidated by him, you felt different with him, a good different of course. He was much more confident and snarky than the Peter you knew.

“What if it’s something serious?” You tried diverting the topic, thankfully he didn’t question you anymore.

“Don't worry so much (y/n). Anyway, I don’t think our family doctor could tell what it is.” He said and you nodded along. A silence fell over the room for a few moments. Peter could hear your, now calm, heartbeat and he wanted to get close to you, incredibly close, like he’s never been before. You were in your most casual clothes and without any makeup but he still found you enchanting. He was feeling different with you than before, a good different of course. 

“So can you do anything cool?” You asked, eyes shining with adoration.

He laughed, “Name it.”

———

You could sense nervous and scared vibes radiating off Peter as he sat in the passenger seat of May’s old, dingy car. You were sitting beside Ned. May was really happy that his nephew was finally being social and normal like other teenagers and not being stuck with a billionaire in his office and arranging paperwork for him. She was already very proud of Peter, everyone  was, and the internship has got him in his head all the time, so busy that he had no time to spend with friends or her.

May pulled up in front of Liz’s house and bent down a little to get a look at the venue. She nodded her head in approval before looking back to you and Ned and complimenting him on his hat. You giggled, trying to ignore the way Peter looked uncomfortable.

“This is a mistake.” He said, looking out the window, at the number of people rushing into the house, “Hey, let’s just go home.” He looked between you and May with pleading eyes.

“Come on Pete, we’re here already, you can do this!” You encouraged. May nodded before starting about how his body was going through changes. You could barely hold your laughter in as Peter chuckled, “Okay, I think we should go.” He said, opening the door and getting out immediately.

You lagged behind as both the boys moved in through the door only to be met with teenagers dancing and mingling with each other over the loud music. Flash was the DJ tonight, you rolled your eyes at him. You watched Peter with worried eyes as you moved next to him, slipping your hand in his and squeezing it gently. The gesture was so simple yet it calmed his nerves down and he gave you a grateful smile before Ned started explaining his plan about how Spider-man would enter the party.

You were again drowning in your thoughts, focusing on rubbing soft circles on the back of Peter’s hand when a high pitched voice brought you back to reality, “Oh my gosh, hey guys! Cool hat Ned!” Liz complimented, “(Y/n), you look so stunning!”

You passed her a genuine smile, after all the girl was really, very sweet, “You look very beautiful yourself Liz!” You complimented back.

“Hi Liz.” Ned greeted and Peter followed with a squeaky voice. Poor boy, didn’t know how to converse with a girl, well except you. That or he didn’t think of you as a girl.

“So glad you guys are here.” She said, being the great host she is. Her gaze went down to your and Peter’s still interwoven fingers, “Hey, are you guys finally together? Can’t believe I won the bet-” She stopped herself before she could speak any further and pointed towards your hands.

Both of you looked down at your hands. Peter was the first one to immediately retract his hand from yours. You felt unwanted as he frantically started explaining to Liz that ‘It’s not what it looks like!’ 

“We’re just friends, nothing more.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the slightest rocking back and forth visible in his body. Your chest tightened, a mere few words and actions making your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

You wish you could be something more with Peter,  but it was no use when he saw you as ‘just friends.’

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Okay like...someone who's seen to the end of season 3, how far are they gonna take this Rosa/Wyatt thing?

Because I have so many problems with this.

Like first, until the thing with his memory happened he was the most vocally, violently racist character on the show. And it wasn't just words. He attacked Mr. Ortecho, an elderly man, and beat him half to death. He shot Liz in the show's very first episode. He spreads racist rhetoric online to encourage the same behavior in other people, using his sister's death as an excuse. And he only lost his memory in the first place because he attacked Rosa and she was forced to defend herself! It's unbelievably gross to make rehabilitating him Rosa's job when she and her family have been his targets for years.

All of that ALONE is reason enough why pairing them together is an awful storyline.

But also? He's like...early 30s. Rosa just turned 20. Are they both adults? Yes. Are they at significantly different points in their lives? Also yes.

Like...predatory men can and do go after inexperienced, lonely young women who are legal but just entering adulthood because they are vulnerable and typically don't have the experience, skills, resources, or support system of women their own age. They want vulnerable women who can't pinpoint their bullshit and can't easily leave even if they do.

That's a real thing that men do, so romanticizing that particular age gap in a situation where the woman in question is particularly vulnerable (recovering addict, slightly isolated by her circumstances, seeking validation and companionship) skeeves me out. I think if the ages themselves were the only issue it would bother me less, but it's not.

Then there is the fact that Rosa is vulnerable, lonely, and seeking validation. She is in recovery, she has very few people she can talk to, and all of them view her as a kid. We saw this just a couple of episodes before, with Rosa having to fight to be listened to and included! Of course Wyatt's attention feels good, but what happens if (or when) his memories come back? What happens to Rosa if he's alone with her when that happens? Even assuming it doesn't get her killed outright, what happens to her emotionally? What happens to her belief that people can change?

This is also the girl who gave Liz well-deserved hell for being hung up on the white boy who made Rosa a murderer in the town's eyes to save his own sister. It makes no sense narratively to have Rosa make a decision like Wyatt, no matter how much they try to make it about her wanting to think people can change.

Also, that? Bullshit argument, because Wyatt didn't change. He didn't choose not to be a racist after doing some self-examination and undertaking the work to change his ways. He just...forgot. They're not the same thing, and I am terrified of what happens to Rosa when he inevitably remembers.

I dunno it just...it feels like they jumped at the chance to give this white boy a redemption arc at Rosa's expense, and chose her to redeem him because if she can forgive him it makes it harder for other characters to stay mad and really sells the redemption arc. But personally, I'm not buying it.

#wyatt long #putting liz and max together after what he and michael did to rosa was bad enough #they do not get to playthat card twice and a thousand times worse #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #roswell spoilers #rosa ortecho #deserves better

[ma-gic-gay]

The next day, they show up to court on time, as expected. There's a large gaggle of reporters in the room and an even larger group of witnesses. Most are for Carly, of course, but a few are probably for Cyrus. After all, you don't make it this long in the business without having any friends who will back you in court.

Court starts fairly quickly, opening statements passing dully before the first witness, Elizabeth, is called to the stand. "Mrs. Baldwin, you were the nurse to treat Mrs. Corinthos right after her rape and kidnapping, correct?" Diane asks.

"That is correct, yes."

"Now, can you describe to me what you saw when she was brought in, in terms of injuries and just how she looked?"

"She was beaten up pretty bad; you can still see some of her bruises. Jason was carrying her in, but she was still snarking with me, so I could tell she was distracting herself. She seemed like she was processing what happened to her still. Now, I don't know much about how she acts in most situations in general, but I could tell something had happened and it wasn't good from her body language and from the way she seemed a lot more... Fragile."

Carly scoffs from her seat in the courtroom, "Fragile?"

"She's testifying for you, Carly. Play nice." Robert whispers.

"This is nice," she shoots back before redirecting her attention to the testimony.

"Now, you and Carly don't get along very well, do you?" Diane questions.

"Understatement."

"Then why did you volunteer to testify?"

"Because this is something that's bigger than the fact that we can't get along. This is a traumatic experience for her no one deserves to go through. So I put aside my own personal feelings for her and volunteered to testify." Elizabeth answers, smiling at the blonde, who actually manages a real smile back. A minor victory, but he's counting it as one.

"I retire this witness," Diane says before sitting down at her chair again.

"Now, Mrs. Baldwin, you discussed your dislike of Mrs. Corinthos a minute ago, did you not?" Cyrus's lawyer, who's name is Addison Helstrom, questions her.

"We don't get along, yes."

"But you have a child with her best friend, correct?"

"That is correct; Jason and I have a little boy named Jake."

"And did you and Mr. Morgan ever engage in a romantic relationship?"

"Objection, relevance. Asking witness about her relationships has nothing to do with this trial, on any count." Robert objects.

"I'm merely trying to establish a relationship with Mrs. Corinthos here."

"Overruled. You may answer."

"Yes, we were in a relationship at one point." Elizabeth answers uncomfortably.

"Did this contribute to your dislike of Mrs. Corinthos?"

"Objection, relevance. We're not having their feelings on trial here, we're having the charges against Mr. Renault. As far as I can tell, questioning Mrs. Baldwin about her social life isn't affecting that." Diane objects.

"Trying to establish a relationship between them."

"Overruled. You may proceed."

"My relationship with him didn't affect my feelings about Carly, if that's what you're asking. I'd already had the dislike for years by that point."

"Now, do you believe that someone could hate her enough to kidnap her?"

"It's happened plenty of times before."

"A yes or no will suffice," Addison says sharply.

"Yes, I do believe people could hate her enough to kidnap her. It's happened before."

"Do you believe that Mr. Renault could kidnap someone?"

"There's not much he could do that I wouldn't believe. Kidnapping Carly and raping her, that doesn't strike me as something he wouldn't do, along with the rest of the charges against him."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, he's done or arranged a lot of things in this town since he's been here. Even if he's made it so that you can't trace it back to him, we all know that it's his fault that overdoses have gone up, along with a whole other slew of crimes he's had other people commit."

"So, speculation in town has helped this? Mrs. Baldwin, you're a town gossip. Are you sure that you should be talking here?"

"Objection, harassing the witness."

"Sustained."

"I retire this witness," Addison says before sitting down again as Michael's called to the stand.

Flashback

"Carly, enough! Yes, alright, I'm Jake's father. Happy?"

"No. You lied to me, for over a year, about being his father! Me! I'm your best friend! And you lied to me because why, because Liz told you to?"

"Stop badmouthing her!"

"No! Jason, you're not telling me things because of her! You're keeping secrets, you're acting like she's the most important thing in your life. You've let her manipulate you into thinking you don't deserve to be Jake's father! I remember how you were with Michael when he was a baby and he turned out great," Carly shouts at him, hurt and betrayed.

"Jake's not safe with me as his father," he defends his decision to her angry laughter.

"Really? That's your defense? He isn't safe? Jason, you'd give your life in a second for any of the people you care about so don't give me that bullshit. Lizzie really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she? I mean, god, what does she mean to you?"

"She's the mother of my child."

"I found out from Sam that you're Jake's father, Jason! Sam! Who else knows about this? Who else did you trust with this more than me? Who else did you decide got to know that you became a father while I sat there, thinking that kid was my cousin's? Please, tell me who means more to you than me. Give me a list." She shouts, tears streaming angrily down her face and making this conversation a lot harder.

"It's not like that-"

"The hell it isn't! You became a father and I had to find it out from Sam, of all people. Sam, who hates me. So who else matters more than me, who else deserved to know this more than me? Sonny?"

"Fine, you want to know who else knows about this? Lucky and Sonny. That's it. They're the only people we told," Jason shouts back. "So yes, your cousin knows that he's not Jake's father."

"Is this a bad time?" Elizabeth asks, walking in. "I can go."

"No, please, stay, Elizabeth! Clearly, you're worth keeping one of the most important things to happen in his life from me, so I'll go and leave you two to it. Maybe you can make another kid and hide that from me for a year!" Carly says. "I'll go. Clearly I'm not wanted."

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth asks, confused. "What the hell is she talking about?"

"She knows about Jake."

"Oh."

"Oh? That's all you have to say for yourself? You managed to trick him into thinking he shouldn't be a father to his son! Because, you love him, but you hate his dirty life, right? This is the way for you to keep your claws in him and distance the life you think is too low for you to deal with. God, Elizabeth, this is working out so fucking perfectly for you! You get to keep Lucky and you get to keep your claws in Jason at the same time. Congratulations!" Carly says sarcastically.

"Look, the adults who matter in his life have already decided this is for the best." Elizabeth counters. "And you're right, I do love Jason."

"Not enough to be with him! Not enough to let him be a father to his child! Not enough to even think of ruining your perfect little saint act by admitting to yourself that the reason you hate him is the thing that sustains him. So don't you dare start fucking preaching to me."

"Carly, stop!" Jason says, standing between the two fighting women. "This is exactly why I didn't tell you!"

"You know what? I'm not even mad at you, Elizabeth. I'm beyond angry you managed to get him to agree to not take fathership of his own child, but you're not the one who hurt me here. You did, Jason. How do you become a father and hide that from me? The biggest thing to ever happen to your happens and you didn't tell me but you told Sonny. You told Sam. You decided that Sonny, Sam, and Elizabeth are the most important people in your life. I'm no longer on that list. When did that happen?" Carly asks, half sobbing by this point.

"What are you talking about? You're my best friend. Of course you're one of the most important people in my life," Jason asks, confused.

She laughs, but it's absent of any humor and full of hurt. "I'm your best friend but you hide this from me. You hid this from me. The single most important thing to ever happen in your life happens and I'm not on the list of people who get to know. No, but Sonny is! Sam is!"

"Sam knows because Jake's why we broke up. And Sonny knows because I needed to talk about it with someone."

"And that someone couldn't be me?" Carly asks, voice breaking. "You had to talk to someone and the person you talked to couldn't be me, your supposed best friend. No, you talked to my ex husband about this. When did I lose my place in your life, and when did he fill it? Or, did Elizabeth," the name comes out venomous, he's half sure she's going to kill someone with it, "take it? Please, tell me when I lost my best friend to fucking Elizabeth Webber."

"You didn't lose me."

"Like hell I didn't! You hid this from me!"

"Because it's what's best for my son!"

"Is it? Or is it what's best for Elizabeth? You agreeing to pretend not to be Jake's father means that she gets to keep her perfect reputation and you, what, you just pretend you don't have a son for the rest of your life?" When he doesn't respond, she laughs again, still full of hurt and absent of humor. "Just tell me this, were you ever going to tell me about it?"

"I don't know." He admits slowly, watching as she practically dissolves into hysterics.

"You don't know? You were going to keep this a secret for the rest of your life? You would go to the grave without telling me about this, about your son?" Carly asks, sobbing by now. "How would you feel if I did that to you?"

"I'd be pissed," he agrees.

"Then why the hell did you do it? Why did you hurt me?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well, you should've thought of that before you hid from me that you're a father," she responds sharply, wiping her tears and collecting herself. "You know what, I'm going to leave."

"Carly, you don't have to go," Jason offers.

"Yeah, yeah I do. I've got to go somewhere that doesn't remind me of the fact my best friend just betrayed me." Carly says before walking to the door. "I guess I should've known better than to go anywhere near this mess. Then again, I always thought you were the only person who'd never lied to me."

With that, she walks out the door. And, as far as he knew, out of his life forever.

"Well, for once, I agree with her," Elizabeth sighs, smiling. "She shouldn't have stuck her nose where it doesn't belong."

"Stop, Elizabeth."

"What? I'm not lying, she had no business inserting herself into this-"

"I've got to go find her."

"Why? Because she's mad? Carly's a big girl, Jason, she can deal with being mad every now and then. She needs to understand that we made the right decision for our son."

"Because she's my best friend and I'm pretty sure she's as close to hating me as she's ever been. I need to fix this."

End of flashback

"Thank you," Carly thanks Elizabeth.

"I just told the truth." Elizabeth smiles before leaving the courtroom for work.

"I never thought I'd say this, and this doesn't make me a fan of hers by any means, but she definitely helped our case. I don't know if I'd be able to do it if I were her." Carly whispers to Jason, who just smiles to himself in response. "I'm still not buying her whole saint act though."

"Mr. Corinthos, you've had your fair share of spats with Mr. Renault over the past couple of years, correct?"

"That's one way to put it, yes."

"Can you explain that answer?"

"He's presented a serious threat to my family since he stepped foot in Port Charles, so we've been in several arguments. The biggest came when my wife, Willow, who was pregnant at the time, somehow got kidnapped and was found, tied up, in one of his warehouses. Mr. Renault's doing what he did to my mother a few nights ago hurt my entire family." Michael explains calmly. He's a good testifier, very calm and assured while also not being too cocky. Probably comes from all of the testifying he's done.

"You believe he would kidnap your mother, correct?"

"Yes. My mother's been one of his chief enemies, second only to my father and Jason Morgan."

"Now, do you think he has an obsession with your mother?"

"I try to spend as little time as possible with him, but yes, I believe he's probably got an obsession with my mother. After all, he had one with Willow before he kidnapped her."

"Have you ever seen Mr. Renault harassing your mother? Loitering at areas she's at, things like that."

"Yes, numerous times. My mother can handle herself, so I don't step in, but yes, he does harass her regularly."

"I retire this witness."

"Mr. Corinthos, you're close with Mr. Morgan, correct?"

"Yes, Jason's like a second father to me."

"And you love your mother, correct?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you believe that they would concoct a story of a kidnapping and rape in an effort to hurt him?"

"No. Never in their lives would either of them lie about a kidnapping or rape. Especially not when there's evidence both took place."

"So you believe they're good people?"

"Objection, relevance."

"Sustained."

"I retire this witness."

Flashback

"I come with the boys."

"I think the proper greeting is hello."

"Whatever. Come on, you are going with us to the park. It'll be fun."

"Carly, I have-"

"Work and, lucky for you, it can wait. You know what can't? The park. It's beautiful outside and you are going to go play with my boys outside to take your mind off of everything." Carly insists. "Come on, let's not keep them waiting. They're rowdy enough as it is."

"You can't just storm in here and-"

"Too late, I have. Come on, Jason, it's gorgeous outside and the boys really want to see you."

"Fine," he sighs, giving in.

"I knew you'd cave."

In lieu of a response, he rolls his eyes and they leave the office to the presence of two very loud boys. "Jason!" They yell excitedly, running over to him.

"You see, I don't get a greeting like this every time they see me. I think they like you better." Carly jokes.

"Didn't you say something about the park, Carly?"

"Just change the subject, it's fine," she sighs. "Alright boys, to the park we go!"

The boys chatter excitedly the whole way there, talking about everything from their latest school projects to the video game they just got to pretty much anything having to do with them. That's one trait they got from their mother.

When they finally arrive at the park, the boys run over to the jungle gym excitedly, leaving them to themselves. "Things any better on the Sonny front?"

"Nope. He's still with Emily."

"Well, you do know you're doing the right thing, right? Fighting him on it, even if he doesn't see it now. Emily is going to get hurt and you, better than anyone, know that."

A few minutes pass and Michael walks up to them. "Jason, how come I look more like you than my dad?" He asks. "And how come I haven't always been a Corinthos?"

Jason and Carly exchange a glance before sitting down and gesturing for him to sit in between them. "It's a long story, bud. You sure you want to listen to it?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Well, you know how Sonny's your dad, legally and emotionally and stuff? Well, biologically, your dad is actually my brother, AJ Quartermaine. For the first year or so of your life, you lived with me and your mom."

"So I'm a Quartermaine?" He asks, confused. "Like Emily?"

"By blood. And legally, for a few months." Carly answers. "Michael, when you were born, AJ couldn't be a good father to you. He threatened to take you from me. So I had Jason take care of you. I practically begged for him to say he was your father because Tony Jones, a doctor who I'd also been involved with, wanted you too. I knew if I didn't have someone on my side, preferably him, I'd lose you."

"And he agreed to help you out and say I was his. So wait, I was a Morgan?"

"For a while, yeah. AJ, though, he found out you weren't mine, you were his, and he was going to sue Carly for full custody of you. So she married him to save herself and he changed your name to Quartermaine."

"So I went from a Morgan to a Quartermaine to a Corinthos?"

"Yeah. Your dad and I, we got together and I got pregnant."

"With Morgan?"

"No, that, uh, that baby didn't make it. I miscarried him. But your dad and I stayed with each other and we got married to keep him out of jail. Eventually, though, we really fell in love so we renewed our vows and he adopted you. So that's how you became a Corinthos."

"That's complicated."

"Yeah, yeah it is."

"So wait," he asks, turning to Jason, "you were my dad for a year?"

"Yes I was."

"Cool. So is that why I look like you?"

"Well no, you look like me because I guess AJ and I look alike."

"Not really."

"Well, then it must be that the combination of your mom and him made you look like me, Michael."

"I guess," he says, shrugging your shoulders. "Are you sure you're not my dad biologically?"

"Yes, we are."

"Alright. Well, I'm going to go swing."

End of flashback

To be continued when I wake up or something idfk

@ryleighjosephine

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My mom has been saying that we may need to give back the cat we've had for a month and I need some advice on how to cope if that happens. I'm already having a meltdown at the thought. I love her so much. I don't want her to go back to a home where she won't get the love and attention she deserves. I don't think I can handle her leaving.

Is the home she’d be going back to one where you’d be able to visit her?  If so, that may be a good option to make the change less jarring.

Do you know anything about the home she’d be going back to that you could highlight as positives?  More space to play, better food, a wider selection of sunny windows, etc.?  If so, focusing on those things may help you to worry less about how well she’s being cared for when she’s not with you.

I don’t have any other ideas for how to cope.  I know dealing with the loss of a pet can be really painful, especially if you feel like there’s more you could be doing for her.

Do our followers have any other suggestions?

-Liz

#mod liz #dealing with change #pets #family #cats #cat #meltdowns

[amongsthewavesff]

Two

 Morning light hited my face warmily. I opened slowly the eyes, Eddie was beside me, sleeping. I remember I thought: "I'm so fucking lucky" 

Couple minutes after, he opened the eyes, those blue oceans and stare directly at mine, again, my heart was happy: 

  -Good morning, angel- I loved his voice after waking up. 

-Hi, sweetheart! Are you ok? 

-Sure, was a fun night, huh? 

-Yeah, your new friends are actually very kind and funny... 

-Well, you like them, so I think was a cool first meeting, right? 

-Yeah! So what's next, what are we gonna do today?  

-I have a practice with the band, we'll testing some new stuff that Matt got for us 

-Can I go? 

-Sure, babe. But first, let's take a shower, we stink! 

-Ok, come on!- I got up from bed and opened my suitcase, need some clean clothes. 

-You're so gorgeous! Come here! Let's stay in bed a little more longer...-he graped my hips and pull me into his arms. 

-Ok, but, what's this?- I smiled after feel his boner. 

-It's because of this...- he touched my breast and my ass. 

-Babe... 

-Ask for it... 

-No... 

-Ask for it, Belle... 

-I want you right now inside of me...-I was so blushed. 

-Come here, my dear! 

 After taking a shower and have some breakfast, we went to his practice...All that talent, was amazing have been noticed it. 

The band was called "Mookie Blaylock", and they were too good. Matt was this kinda bandmanager.  They practiced really hard, almost 5 hours, trying over and over again, new chords, new lyrics, new bass...I mean, they were really into it. 

That week became amazing, Eddie showed to me a lot of cool and awesome places of the city, at same time he share the pictures and records that he made along four months. By the next friday, Mookie Baylock had a show in a really big rock music bar place. 

The guys gave a incredible show, the crowd were crazy about them! Honestly, they did their best and the fact was that I wasn't the only one who thought it. Everyone were talking about their performance, and were all cool things. 

Back to Stone's place and in the middle of a chat, this girl Sasha was drunk and kind of cheeky.  

She took me by the arm and asked me to speak alone. I agreed, without much encouragement to endure her drunkenness. 

-So, Isabelle, right? 

-Yes, Sasha. What happens? What do you want to talk to me about? 

-Well, I'm just very curious. I mean, Eddie talks about you in a very ... how can I say it? ... in a very different way, you know? You're like a mystery, but I see you and you don't look like that. You look very ordinary, don't get offended. 

-Oh thanks. I suppose. And what you need to be explain? 

-Okay. You have the right to be offended, although it was not my intention, Isabelle ... 

-Look, Sasha, I don't know what's wrong with you, you can't be nice with me since the moment you met me. I don't know what's going on ... let's cope with this situation. 

-Isabelle, I just want you to know that what I'm going to tell you is an act of bravery ...- she said and then made a strange grimace. 

-Of course, no problem.- I said a little confused. 

-I'm falling in love with Eddie ... we're roommates and it's not like we have anything, we're just friends, but I'm feeling things for him ... I'm not trying to get in the meddle of your relationship. Just, from girl to girl, you are very lucky. 

-Oh thanks... 

 -Babe! Here you are! - Eddie hugged me from behind. -Are you having fun? 

-Yep! - I hugged his arms. 

-So, Sash, how you doing, buddy? 

-Everything, Eddie. We just talked a little, girls stuff. - she took a big sip of her drink. 

-I interrupted something? - He kissed me on the cheek 

- Not at all, Edd.- Sasha was ahead to answer 

-You smell so good- Eddie said kissing my neck. 

-Honey! - I laughed a little uncomfortable at the presence of Sasha. 

-I'm sorry, it's just that I miss you so much already 

-Don't be exaggerated, it's still here- Sasha smiled genuinely. 

-Oh, if you knew how much I need her here. Her smile, her arms, her voice before sleeping ... never leave, Belle... 

-Ok, guys. See you later- she walks away. 

-So. What were you talking about?- he suddenly asked. 

-Well- I stopped- Did you like her? 

-Uhm, she's a nice girl. Sometimes she's a little quiet, but we're kind of friends now, she trust a lot on me...I don't know, I guess I like her, why? 

-Just, I was wondering how was your relation with her... 

-Are you jealous, baby?  

-No, at all. I have to admit that she's a very pretty girl. But, nothing more... 

-Ok...she's just a friend, babe. Besides, you're the most beautiful girl on earth- he kissed my nose. - And I will not cheating you yet, 'cause I'm not a rockstar already...I'm so poor to make something like that. 

-Aww- I laughed 

After two beautiful weeks in Seattle, I had to return to reality,  university and job.  

I didn't feel uneasy when I left, after all Eddie was fine and everything seemed to go well with the band, in two months they would have their first presentation, they still worked on the name of the band and on the songs of the first demo that they would promote in some bars in the city. 

At the airport we were joined by Stone (I had a good friendly chemistry with him), Mike, Liz and Sasha (with whom I couldn't speak because she always seemed indisposed) 

While we were driving there, Stone asked Eddie something: 

-So Eddie, do you plan to get married?I mean, with the wedding, the priest and all those stuff ... 

-Do you believe in marriage? - Mike asked. 

-Well, buddy. There is only one person in the entire universe with whom I could try that, the only one, that if she asked me to, I would renounce any belief I had. On the other hand, I don't know if I believe in traditional marriage, I believe in commitment and in celebrating it. - Eddie gently squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek. 

- Aww, come on, Edd! Why you have to be so perfect together! - Liz was so cute. 

-So, would you marry him? - Mike joked 

-With him I would go to the end of the world- I squeezed his arm with some gratitude. 

-How old are you, Isabelle? - Sasha suddenly asked 

-I'm 20- I answered kindly.- And you? 

-24, same as Eddie. In fact my birthday is two weeks before his. 

-Can celebrate together this year! - I smiled- true, honey? 

-Wait ... 20??? Eddie, did you make her your girlfriend at age 15?! I mean, you were 20!! - Stone was incredulous. 

-16! And I want to clear up that! I'm not a pervert, nothing happened with Belle until she was 18! 

-What !? - the others seemed not to believe him.  

Sasha looked at me with a strange strange gaze. 

-Guys, please! - Eddie laughed- when I met her I knew that she would be the woman who would steal my sleep all my life, and that's how it was. And I was lucky that she looked at me. And she deserved all the waiting and patience of the world. This beautiful woman who holds my hand and my back is the nicest and most beautiful spirit that has ever crossed my life. So those 2 years waiting were worth every second ...- he added looking at me with some tenderness. 

-I like you, guys- Mike said with a funny grimace on his face. 

I left Seattle with a huge smile on my face. My confidence in Eddie was still clear and definitely the time we spent together was valuable to both of us, we were able to fully enjoy it. 

It had been another two months since that time. I went back to stay for a weekend and everything went well, however, when I got back home, something strange began to happen in the next few days.  

The presentations of the band began, now with the name of "Mookie Blaylock", the favorite player of the boys. His repertoire was short 5 own songs and 2 covers. Apparently they were drawing public attention and Matt, his representative was moving fast in the flourishing industry of the area.  

Something was happening, I soon felt that the distance between Eddie and me was huge, when I needed him he was not, and deep inside I understood that the band demanded a lot of his time in those moments, I swear, I really understood it, but what I couldn't explain was the fact that he didn't have 10 minutes to call and hear from me. 

  Things in school and in the job were very difficult, also with dad's crisis. The girls tried to be with me, but come on! they also had a life ... 

I began to have doubts about ourselves, it was the first indicator that something was failing, and that was my fear. At night my head was filled with doubts and twisted thoughts. Is he with another girl? He loves me or he don't love me anymore? And if everything was a youthful fantasy? 

Why he has not called? 

  When we were talking on phone everything seemed fine, until the moment of hanging up, sometimes neither of us knew what to say, that was another alert that I knew how to face in time ... 

Days gone really hard and slow...my head was about to explote and my chest felt cold... 

He was living a stage of adventure and perhaps the most supportive thing that I could do for him was to give him the space to enjoy it to the fullest. 

I had been thinking for days about how to say it, how to speak it without looking like a crazy jealous, I knew it was not insecurity, it was letting him enjoy freely, I mean, doing everything he had to do without thinking about how it would affect me...was har to find words. 

 Finally my phone rang:  

 -Eddie! - I was happy to hear it.  

 -Belle! Hi! - He seemed a little discouraged.  

 -Hello, babe! How are you? How is everything? 

 -Well, I'm a little tired, you know ... But everything is going well, we are very excited. There are many talented people everywhere, but there is no competition, you know? It's more like a huge musical studio, with alcohol and drugs everywhere ...  

 -I can imagine, there are many young people. And you? Do you join those parties of uncontrolled alcohol and drugs?  

 - Not really, I just don't use hard drugs, you know that.  

 -I'm glad, honey. You're not a rockstar yet, you cannot waste the money on that way...- I laughed.  

 -Belle, what's wrong? Something in your voice is killing me... - he fired.  

 I felt a seething fear rising from my stomach to my chest.  

 -It's not easy, baby...  

 -Come on, Bellie, tell me...  

 -You know I love you, right?  

 -I know and I love you too, my love... now tell me what's wrong?  

 -Edd. I want to talk about something I thought... - I hesitated to say it. 

 -Tell me... 

 -Well, do you remember when you told me that a girl got naked in your bed, and those girls who wanted you? 

 -Yes, nothing important. Belle. Are you ok? 

 -Eddie, I think we need to give us a time. I mean, before something bad happens... you know? I have doubts at night and it is unfair to overshadow this fantastic moment in your life... 

 -What are you talking about, Isabelle? 

 -Eddie, maybe you need to live alone this moment. It's costing me a lot of effort to endure all this. I'm finishing with the uni and everything is very busy, the job, everything is complicated at home. I need you, but you're not here. You never pick the phone...think about it, I don't want to destroy what we have... 

  -You're feeling something for another man? - He interrupted abruptly. 

  -No! God, Edd! Don't say that, my dear. Just, maybe we should just have a little rest of all this madness ... 

  -Belle, I know this is not an excuse, but ... if sometimes I don't call you, it's because I'm really tired and I just want to rest and write ... please don't take it in the wrong way. I think you also understand that we must continue doing things in our personal space ... Honey, everything is happening very fast, but that doesn't mean that this care less to me, or that you stop being that person who gives meaning to everything, angel... . 

  -Eddie...did you hear me? Are you listening to me?- I couldn't contain the crying. 

  -Belle, dear ... please, forgive me ... I'm a fool. Don't make a decision for both. 

  -Eddie, don't get rid of the best we have, please, babe ... 

  -Darling, don't say that. Please, give me the opportunity to repair it ... 

  -Eddie, no. Listen, we need this. If we continue with this, we will hurt ourselves, honey. 

  -Are you leaving me, Belle? 

  -Eddie ... 

  -Are you leaving me, Isabelle? Tell me... 

  -Just lets take a break, there's a lot happening around us. 

  -Belle, please, sweetheart ... there's someone else, right? 

  -No, my love. Don't go with those twisted thoughts. 

  -So? I cannot understand what is happening! I did something... Belle, there's no sense in what you've told me ... 

  -Eddie, it's just a time ... if we don't stop we'll stumble. I am beginning to feel jealousy and doubts. You too! Open your eyes, please. If we don't take some time, we will destroy it. 

  -Are you talking about that guy in the office? Belle don't compare, he told you that he is in love with you and works with you, you eat together, daily! ... it's not the same, my dear... 

  -Can you see it now? Eddie... we need this. 

  -No... you need it. And you clearly don't need me to make a decision ... 

  -Eddie, please. Let's do this in the best way, the right way. 

  -What are we doing right, Belle? Throw you into the arms of another man? Honey, think about it... you're going to break my heart if you don't come back ... 

  -We'll be fine, you can always talk to me when you want, and we can talk about everything... you can have fun, Edd... live your moment. I will be here, forever, for you. 

  -I love you, Isabelle, but stop saying bullshit! Fun???  what kind of fun?  

 -I don't know babe, there's a lot of parties and girls and... 

 -Really, Belle?- he interrupted me with some anger. 

 -Eddie, don't be so rude withe me, I'm trying to think of both and the best for us, for this... 

 -Belle, I don't need that kind of fun with any other girl... don't need any space. But I will respect your decision ... 

  -Eddie, we love each other, right? 

  -I do, but I'm not sure about what that means to you now- He was hurt. 

  -Edd, I love you. So much. 

  -Belle ... goodbye- he hung up. 

  I called again, a lot of times. Eddie never picked up the phone again. 

I left a message on his answering machine: 

  "Eddie, I love you, I will always be there for you, no matter the time or the distance, my heart and my soul belongs to you. 

What I did was for both of us, you will see that time will prove it. Take care and keep reaping the success you deserve. 

 You are the love of my life, Edd. And I swear to you that we will hold our hands again in another moment of our lives. 

  I know it hurts, but it was not a goodbye, darling. 

Be a good boy and enjoy the days that run in your heart. " 

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I don't ship Timmy/Armie, Armie is a fake man, and you're so pathetic with that post. You love Elizabeth who uses the name of Timmy to get more popularity.. ? leave timmy alone.

Ok. I thought in deleting your message but Im giving you the attention you obviously need. 

First; Armie, Liz and Timmy are persons who deserve respect as human being. 

Second; Liz don’t need Timmy for nothing. She is a wonderful journalist and business woman who shine by her own. 

Three; leave Timmy alone? really? You are the one how bring his name to the ask and leave ugly messages.

So, have a nice day.

Bye. 

#ask