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businesscasualart · 3 months

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It’s the one year anniversary for the creation my beloved mad scientist OCs! Yippee!🎉🍾

I usually don’t get write down the dates for my OCs when I make them but when I made this little research squad of Mad Scientists, I remembered to mark it on my calendar! January 28th!…oh man I gotta hurry with typing this description-

The premise is basically a research team, named I.D.I.I.O, is forced into existence by the leader Dr. Alexei Clark, to study eldritch beings, cryptids, and the like. They get into funny shenanigans!

I usually keep a small amount of OCs and make them in pairs if not individually, so I’m proud that I managed such a group! I made them bc I figured my constant craving for the mad scientist trope could totally power me through making a whole research team. And while I’m still adding more non-scientist members to the ever expanding personnell (e.g. the “security guard” ladies in the back there), the main group is done! I do love them all.

Ehhhh prolonged exposition on the individual characters below the cut <3 bc…I literally haven’t posted them before. Nobody look at me too hard

Dr. Alexei Clark (grey hair, blue-green shirt, middle of the drawing) — The leader of the group! Former mad scientist, current registered scientist.

He did everything he could to get a new life, then get this dubious team created and authorized to continue the studies of his youth and finally managed it, for better or worse. He’s cold and professional, but has started to ease up slightly as he ages, though he still emotionally stunted and awkward. He hold fondness for his peers, sons, and ex-“experiments” though. He thrives in this workplace and managed to pull strings so he could handpick all of the scientists in it, so it’s no surprise that he deeply respects the men around him…whether they deserve it or not

Dr. Sergei Clark (leftmost side of the screen) — Alexei’s eldest son. While having a great mind in his own right, he’s known for having the charisma and social skills his colleagues may lack.

He’s charismatic, ambitious, and family-oriented. He was happy to join his father’s team, although he cares less about the team’s goal of discovering and studying otherworldly creatures. His biggest goal is to find his mother, whom his father expertly avoids talking about, his brother is apathetic on, and he’s struggling to learn more about with any DNA test. It’s as if she never existed. Until then, he, being the one who’s not emotionally stunted, keeps his family a family, even if his brother and father are kicking and screaming. In the team, he’s a calm voice of reason, amongst all of the eccentricities.

Dr. James Clark (second from the left, sitting) — The youngest son of Alexei, looking to establish his greatness and surpass his family, by nearly any means possible.

Bitter, competitive, ambitious to the point where it harms his health, repressed, power hungry, even Actually Evil. All of these things can arguably describe James Clark. He accepted his oblivious father’s offer to join the team with nearly the sole intent of finding something irrefutable and great to get his name down in history, find the chance to seize the group’s discoveries for his own, or maybe even outright kill his father and succeed him in reputation in the scientific community...now why he doesn’t just get this over with is anyone’s guess. But he’ll swear up and down to you that he hates his colleagues and family and want them gone. The validity of this is still called into question.

Dr. “Al” Mivus (third from the left, carrying all the stuff) — While he has his moments, he’s generally regarded as not the most bright. Most of what he brings to the team is brawn and overall good vibes though. Much needed brawn and good vibes.

Al is happy to be here and considers himself friends with everyone on the team, to the chagrin of many. He’s always positive…though that may be because he’s always high. Nonetheless, despite his insecurities and how accident prone he may be, his spirit is indomitable and his mere presence can lighten the mood of a room. And even if that’s not enough, he’s a very strong man and will have his moments of astounding intelligence and creativity.

Dr. Dermot Diarmuid (the redhead in the wheelchair..wait the wheelchair isn’t even visible…the one third from the right?)— With all of the egos around, someone is going to have to knock them down a few pegs. That’s something Dermot is very good at.

With skills in engineering, cryptozoology, and of course, a few sciences, Dermot was an obvious choice for the team. He is probably one of the more sane scientists, miraculously, and isn’t going to let his colleagues get away with just anything. He’s known for enjoying poking fun at anyone who needs it and not being afraid of going headfirst into the unknown. When he’s not working, he likes to go back home to see his large family.

Dr. Gary Valentine (the one with the light colored hat and polka dot vest, fourth(?) from the right?) — He’s here for his paycheck and that’s IT! If it’s not in his job description, he’s not doing it. But he’s also not asking questions and has his talents, so what more can you ask for?

Surprisingly, given his fashionable eccentric style, Gary has always had a knack for blending in and slipping away unnoticed, on top of his habit of just staying out of trouble. It’s helpful for bailing the team out when they’re in too deep, however there’s no promises that he won’t tell the higher-ups of their blunders first. Besides that, he’s relatively charismatic and allegedly a bit of a romantic.

Millie Alexandra and Andy Quinlan (barely rendered in the way back, right side of the screen. Millie in pink and Andy in green) — As a consequence for Alexei picking all of the scientists, the people funding the team and the higher-ups picked everyone else, no debate. This duo of “guards” are some of them.

Andy and Millie are cousins, and the security detail for the team. The volatile duo watches over the facility, keeping people out, keeping creatures in, and keeping the scientists safe…save for some minor, vulgar verbal harassment and poking fun on their end. Their arsenal is unlimited and their hutzpah unmatched. Personality wise, Millie is more soft-spoken, slow, and kind, often following Andy. Meanwhile, Andy is more of a confrontational, fast-talking, delinquent type. They’re a force to be reckoned with though and can take a surprising amount of threats for people who only go the brute force route.

Oh I went on longer than I intended..uh…um…oh well. 30 minutes until midnight, I still have time to post!

If y’all have questions, ofc you can ask. I think I might even make a side blog specifically for OCs. But I’ll wait until the morning for that lol.

I’m glad I could finally celebrate an OC creation anniversary. I wanted to for so long. Thank y’all for making it this far!

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shootsun · 2 years

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What about MK asking for Mei to go finish a delivery for him because Wukong asked him to do something, and she finds out she’s delivering to Macaque. Does she have anything to say to him?

She has lots...well...not much to say, but lots she'd like to do.

ah, I think MK would not want the others to know he's in contact with Mac until he's smoothed things over a little with the fam

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“Oh, ow, ow ow.” MK says, sprawled out on the pavement. He winces as he sits up, rubbing the back of his head.

“MK! This is why we wear helmets!” Mei frets as she slings an arm under her friend’s arm.

“Okay, but consider,” He lifts an arm, pointing nowhere in particular, “I’m -”

“If you say ‘Invincible’, I’m going to wack you upside the head. And then roll you up in bubble wrap and stick you in one of those giant hamster balls.” Mei glares at him, and he giggles weakly.

“I didn’t think Heelys would be so dangerous,” MK mutters, and she sighs as they hobble to the curb in front of Pigsy's shop.

“Ancient tech is always more dangerous than we give it credit for,” She nods solemnly as the two of them sit carefully on the ground.

“Did you just call Heelys ancient technology?” Tang screeches from beyond the door, and the curtain flies open.

The scholar wields his chopsticks angrily as he rants about how he’s only thirty-four and they came out when he was a kid, and sure they’re a little more dangerous for the accident prone, but more importantly, are you calling him old?!

“Yeah.” Mei deadpans as she checks the back of MK’s head, the hero doing his best to squirm out of her grip with puppy dog eyes.

Tang deflates dramatically, and Pigsy calls out, “Quit bullying my freeloader, that’s my job! And if you two are done goofing off, MK, I got an order that needs to go out!”

“Sure thing, Pigsy!” MK stands, and stumbles. He places his hands on his knees and blinks rapidly before sitting back down.

“Absolutely not.” Mei shakes her head. “I think you’ve got a mild concussion. I’ll take it.”

MK looks at her like she’s grown a second head, and she laughs, patting him on the head gently.

“Come on, kid, we ain’t got all day!” Pigsy calls, and holds the order out the door.

“It’ll be fine, I know the city just as well as you do,” She reassures him.

“But it’s just a little concussion, it’ll be-” MK tries to argue, but Mei shushes him.

“Nope. I’ll be back in a sec.” She grins and grabs the bag of noodles Pigsy held out the door.

Ten seconds later, and she’s roaring away on her bike as Pigsy scolds MK for being so reckless in the background.

She double checks the address and blinks in surprise at the rundown dojo she pulls to a stop in front of.

Mei hops off her bike and practically skips up the steps, the bag of noodles dangling from her grip as she knocks on the door with gusto.

The door swings open, and a familiar voice from her nightmares chuckles.

“Kid, I swear, you’re slower delivering those noodles when I’m a paying customer than…when…”

Macaque stops, his mouth snapping closed as he actually looks at the teen before him.

“You’re, uh, not MK,” The monkey nervously chuckles.

A dark shadow crosses over Mei’s face, and energy crackles around her as green fire flickers between her fingers, devouring the plastic bag and the noodles inside, leaving nothing behind but the pungent smell of burning plastic and burnt noodles.

The demon falls backwards into a swirling shadow portal to escape, but the young dragon, swathed in flames, barrels in after him.

Swearing, Macaque pulls them both out of his magic in the middle of the city, allowing himself to tuck and roll onto the pavement as Mei goes soaring into the air above him with a guttural roar.

Mei wraps her dragon form around one of the buildings, and it starts to crumble under her avatar’s weight.

Civilians run screaming from the city block, vacating the area and leaving it eerily quiet.

Red sparks throughout the green flames that wreath her avatar, and Mei snarls out, “This is All YOUR FAULT.”

Macaque gulps nervously, and before he can reply, a phone rings in the middle of the tense pause.

“You’ve got a friend in me,” blares out of the demon’s pocket, and even Mei pauses in confusion as Macaque withdraws his Nokia from his robes with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Mei blinks as Macaque flips open the clunky phone with a twitch of his wrist.

“Hey, bud.” He says, maintaining eye contact with the dragon still clinging to a skyscraper.

“I don’t know how you changed my ringtone, but I’m glad you called. Mind explaining why your attack dragon horse delivered my noodles and tried to burn my face off?”

At the mention of her avatar, the green flame covered dragon flicks its tail irritably, shattering a few windows in the process.

The demon flinches as glass rains down on the pavement below and then takes a deep breath before pulling the phone away from his ear and pressing a button.

“Mei?! Are you there? Don’t hurt him! He’s…He’s not a bad guy!” MK’s voice is panicked, tinny, and grainy through the speakers, but the flames that had been growing steadily larger on the young dragon’s scales began to shrink at the sound of MK’s voice.

“He’s the one who did this to me! The one who’s hurt you over and over!” Mei yells, and Macaque grimaces, his free hand twitching, pulling threads of magic tightly between his fingers for an easy escape.

“I know.” MK sighs, and it sounds so tired through the speakers and out in the dead air. “But Macaque isn’t a bad person. He just…made some bad choices.”

“I can’t ask you to forgive and forget…but could you let him go? Please?”

The request hangs in the empty city street, and nothing moves for a minute except for the fire around Mei.

“...Fine. Just this once.” She scowls, and the fire bathing the area in green light shrinks and then seemingly vanishes in between the scales of Mei’s dragon before that too slinks down to the ground and sets the girl within on the pavement as it disappears.

“Thank you,” MK sounds relieved, and she can imagine him dramatically collapsing to the floor.

“I’ll be back soon. You better be resting, mister.” Mei calls out, and Macaque snaps his phone shut before a reply filters through.

“So, uh…” Macaque starts, shifting uncomfortably.

“If I see you again, or hear about you hurting MK again, I’ll rip out your throat with my teeth.”

“Careful, dragon horse girl. You’re starting to sound like a demon.” The monkey snarks, and Mei grins, allowing her sharp canines into full view.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Mac.”

The shadow demon laughs as he portals away, and Mei is left alone, several blocks away from both her bike and Pigsy’s.

She groans and calls a cab, fuming the whole ride home, back to her friends.

#answering ask #listen i think mei would beat the shit out of him #and then befriend him #she just has to go through her anime protag thing #and then it'll be fine #lmk #lmk six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk liu er mihou #lmk mei #lmk mk #lmk xiaojiao #lmk xiaotian #the return of mac's nokia #sun rambles

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kitclare · 2 years

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Mallory SSR Union Birthday

“Happy Birthday” (Part 1)

[Ignihyde Dorm - Birthday Party Venue]

Mallory: Th-the presenter chosen by the “Magical Birthday Dice” should b-be showing up soon….

Mallory: I-If they wanna g-give me good fortune, then I-I hope it’s not someone too energetic or my heart w-won’t be able to take it.

???: Coming in.

Mallory: Hiik! They’re here already?! Wait th-that voice.…. B-Belmonte-san?

Ira: Yep it’s me, Ira Belmonte. I’ll be your presenter.

Mallory: (Oh no no no no!)

Mallory: (Sure I said I didn’t want someone energetic but that doesn’t mean I wanted the delinquent who picks a fight if you just look at him wrong!)

Mallory: (What do I do? If I upset him then he might-)

Ira: Uh, Mallory? Hello?

Ira: You good? You’re even paler than usual.

Mallory: YES?! I-I mean y-yes! Yes s-sorry I’m f-fine.

Ira: If you say so…. Anyways, here’s your present.

Mallory: R-Right, u-u-um… thank you….

Mallory: A-A metal box? There’s s-so many different parts on it.

Mallory: The bumps on this cylinder…. Is this a music box?

Ira: No surprise you could still tell what it is even with how complicated the design is.

Mallory: Hmm, it’s definitely very different from how music boxes usually look.

Mallory: Wh-Where’d you get something like this?

Ira: I was just… lucky enough to stumble across it when I was browsing an antique store.

Ira: It caught my eye since it looked so unique.

Mallory: Oh, that’s… unexpected.

Ira: What is?

Mallory: I-It’s just that I, uh, didn’t think that you’d pick out such a delicate object as a present.

Ira: Hah? What’s that supposed to mean?

Mallory: Hiii! S-S-Sorry! I swear I didn’t mean it in a bad way!

Ira: Hmph. For your information I’m actually pretty fond of handcrafted things with elaborate details.

Mallory: I-I see…

Mallory: Is… Is it ok if I listen to it now?

Ira: Knock yourself out. It’s your present.

[winding noises, music starts playing]

Mallory: Oooh it sounds so beautiful! It’s very… calming.

Mallory: And not only that, all the parts are turning as the music plays!

Mallory: Looking at it more closely, the structure is super complex too. Each bit is fitted perfectly so that they don’t bump against each other when they move.

Ira: Of course in the end you’re more interested in the internal structure than its function…Well I guess as long as you like it.

Mallory: I can’t wait to take this apart to look at how it works hehehe~

“Happy Birthday” (Part 2)

Ira: Alright, let’s get the interview started.

Ira: “If you could pick any student from Night Raven College to be your sibling, who would you choose?”

Ira: However, you can’t say anyone from your dorm.

Mallory: (Darn… I would’ve said Ortho-san in a heartbeat.)

Mallory: Urgh…. I-I can’t really think of anyone.

Mallory: My honest answer is that I d-don’t want a-another sibling, b-but that’s not an acceptable answer…

Ira: So not keen on another sibling, huh? Misery must be a real handful for you to say that.

Mallory: D-D-Don’t get me wrong! Misery is very kind to me and very attentive wh-when I feel anxious but….

Mallory: She’s so accident prone that I question how I haven’t already died from a heart attack!

Mallory: Singeing her hair when she tried to cook, cutting her finger when she didn’t look at which end of the scissors she grabbed, nearly spilling water on one of her projects-

Mallory: We may be twins but sometimes it feels so much like I’m watching over a toddler that I’ve considered baby proofing our whole dorm room! AAAAH!

Ira: Wow…

Ira: In that case, you’d probably want someone more low-maintenance for a sibling.

Mallory: D-definitely. Someone easygoing and reliable…

Mallory: Ah in that case, C-Clover-senpai would b-be a good fit.

Ira: Heartslabyul’s caretaker?

Mallory: Y-Yeah. We’re both in the Science Club s-so I’ve seen how g-good he is at maintaining his cool.

Mallory: No matter h-how chaotic things get h-he’s always able to stay level-headed.

Mallory: N-Not only that, b-but he’s friendly too. I think I’d be ok having an older brother like him to go to.

“Happy Birthday” (Part 3)

Ira: Next question then.

Ira: “If you were to join any dorm other than Ignihyde, which dorm would you choose?”

Mallory: Hrrrm… Th-this feels even harder to answer than the last one.

Mallory: I c-can’t see myself anywhere a-aside from Ignihyde.

Ira: Just do process of elimination. That’ll narrow things down.

Mallory: T-true. Hm….

Mallory: P-Pomefiore and H-Hearstlabyul are an absolute no! M-My hair would turn gray from stress with how strict they are.

Mallory: Scarabia is also a b-big no! J-Just thinking about a-attending so many p-parties back-to-back… NO WAY.

Mallory: Octavinelle on its own isn’t that bad, but I d-don’t want anything to do with that scheming A-Ashengrotto-san and th-the Leech twins.

Ira: Don’t you already have to interact with them since you’re all second years?

Mallory: I w-want to minimize my run-ins with them as m-much as possible and j-joining their dorm i-isn’t gonna help with that.

Mallory: S-Similarly I wouldn’t want Savanaclaw either. S-Surrounded by all those meatheads… I-I wouldn’t last a day.

Mallory: Ah-... S-S-Sorry I d-didn’t mean to offend you!

Ira: Eh doesn’t bother me. You’re right though. You’d probably get gobbled up right away if you were in Savanaclaw.

Ira: That means you’ve only got one option left.

Mallory: D-Diasomnia… A-Actually that doesn’t sound bad.

Mallory: Th-The atmosphere may be a bit gloomy b-but I’m not all that bothered by it.

Mallory: Most of the s-students there s-seem pretty mild-mannered too. Except for Zigvolt-san, but he seems like a special case.

Mallory: Hm, not only that but everyone in the dorm excels at various forms of magic too. Perhaps if I were to stay in such an environment I could broaden my horizons and gain new insight on my research. Maybe that’d be a good idea after all...

Ira: Ugh great I’ve lost her again. She answered the question at least so that should be fine.

—

Ira: And that wraps up the interview.

Mallory: F-Finally! Ugh, but now we have to do that “gift of good fortune” nonsense. C-Can’t we just skip that and be on our separate ways?

Ira: As much as I’d love to I’m not allowed to skip tradition.

Mallory: Ok ok I-I get it. J-Just don’t tell me when you’re gonna do it.

Mallory: Or wait! D-Do tell me so that I’m not s-stressed from the anticipation.

Mallory: A-Actually I take that back m-m-maybe it’s better to-

Ira: For crying out loud 3 2 1 MALLORY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst oc #mallory strife #ira #ira belmonte #my oc #oc #my art #my writing

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crystalelemental · 1 year

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Pokemon Crystal - Team Personalities

Oh god I never did this for the Crystal run! This is like a whole thing I’m supposed to do and I didn’t do it! And the run is over! Uh! Uh! Hang on, I can fix this.

Helen the Typhlosion, level 60 Moves: Flamethrower, Thunderpunch, Flame Wheel, Cut Item: Charcoal Personality: As the first Pokemon of the team, Helen is a confident but cautious Typhlosion. Having been through every battle of their trainer’s career, she’s been able to take the measure of opponent’s quickly, making calculated decisions on whether she can handle something, or needs an ally to step in. She’s a strong leader, able to delegate tasks effectively to her colleagues in a quick and logical manner. Therese is her oldest friend, and the two enjoy focusing on development of tactics. Helen will sometimes be overprotective toward Obsidian, who is the child of an old partner. Euphyllia receives similar treatment for being young, though Helen’s concern for her is more her frailty.

Obsidian the Golem, level 54 Moves: Earthquake, Rock Slide, Strength, Magnitude Item: Hard Rock Personality: If Helen is the leader by intellect, Obsidian is the leader by might. Obsidian takes charge quickly, and often pushes herself past her limits, challenging foes that she, frankly, has little business challenging. Yet she has a tendency to overcome, being unexpectedly fast on her feet, and delivering powerful blows that few can withstand. As the daughter of Beryl, the original Geodude of the party, and Aspen the Sudowoodo, Obsidian inherited a few unusual traits for her kind, including much stronger offense with Rock-type attacks, and a penchant for theatrics and drama. As one of the young members, she gets along well with Euphyllia, who is like-minded in her approach to battle. As a faster member of her species, she enjoys racing against Allegra and Orithyia. Though she’s never beaten them, she swears she’s getting close.

Therese the Noctowl, level 39 Moves: Fly, Hypnosis, Thief, Flash Item: Leftovers Personality: Therese retired from battling, but continues to support the team as something of an overseer. She enjoys traveling the world, learning what she can, and tries to support the team with her unique blend of supportive traits. She’s particularly helpful to her trainer’s ambition to fill out the Pokedex, thanks to her weaker attacks and ability to lull opponents to sleep. In battle, she primarily supports through disruption and stalling, while waiting for the others to construct a plan. Therese and Helen are old friends, and as one of the earliest members of the team, Therese has an attachment to Obsidian, doting on her quite a bit.

Allegra the Jolteon, level 57 Moves: Thunderbolt, Bite, Pin Missile, Double Kick Item: Amulet Coin (Magnet wasn’t until Sunday! I couldn’t get it!) Personality: Allegra was a young Eevee picked up by Bill, basically on accident. She was a little mischief-maker, and had a penchant for getting into everything. When her trainer adopted her, this tendency did not go away. She was quick to rush into battle, and liked examining everything directly, regardless of whether it was strictly safe to do so. Of particular note, this constant energy and need to move around involved her fluffy coat carrying a lot of static in it, and so it was decided she would be a Jolteon. Thing is, giving a mischief-maker who liked to be in everyone’s business an evolution that makes it, quite literally, fast as lightning, was perhaps not the most sane decision. She is all over the place, often going off on her own and coming back covering in mud and leaves. No one really knows where she goes to half the time, but she always seems to come back just fine, so no one really questions it. Allegra gets along well with Orithyia, who is similarly prone to wandering, and can actually keep pace. She also like Obsidian and Euphyllia, who are more laid-back than Helen or Therese, who mostly give her grief.

Euphyllia the Kadabra, level 55 Moves: Psychic, Fire Punch, Ice Punch, Thunderpunch Item: Focus Band Personality: A prodigy child of unbelievable potential, Euphyllia holds a natural affinity for her psychic abilities beyond the norm. Yet her interest is not in honing that potential, but expanding it to other areas. She is fascinated by control over the elements, and has mastered quite a few in her pursuits. Kadabra are typically thinkers, first and foremost. They analyze, study, and outmaneuver foes. Euphyllia is capable of this, certainly. But she much prefers a direct approach. Why worry about multi-step plans when you can just fry something? Because of this, Helen finds her somewhat exasperating, but can’t argue with results, while Obsidian thinks she’s the coolest person on the team. For her part, Euphyllia is endlessly amused by Allegra.

Orithyia the Suicune, level 54 Moves: Surf, Aurora Beam, Waterfall, Rain Dance Item: Mystic Water Personality: As a major legend of the region, Orithyia took interest in her trainer upon awakening. As she dashed through the countryside, ever evading the trainer’s pursuits, she grew fond of this tiny human who seemed so determined to catch up. Their Jolteon in particular was quite quick, and kept pace for some time, even if she couldn’t stop her. It was at the Tin Tower that Orithyia resolved to face the human directly, and was inducted into the team. Orithyia is a more mild personality, enjoying the feel of a good run and traveling the world, but with an appreciation for just having somewhere to return to. She’s a big fan of thunderstorms, and enjoys the feel of the rain washing over her. Allegra is her closest companion, as the only one who keeps up with her. She finds Helen a trusted leader, and gets along well with Therese’s laid-back attitude, sometimes considering retirement from battle a nice avenue to pursue.

#pokemon crystal #favorite pokemon teams #pokemon team personalities

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ohfuckohfuckohfuck · 1 year

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my life is procrastination

The last…

time you swore?: FUCK. right now

time you said something you regret?: i say a lot of things impulsively but i don’t know if i regret it

time you did something you regret? whenever i was last intimate with a man

time you got in a physical fight?: never

time you got hurt physically?: pfffffft i am accident prone

time you got hurt emotionally?: i can’t answer this without sounding really emo

time you had sex?: dude... SO fucking long... by choice, obviously

time you had oral sex?: same

time you said I love you?: earlier today

time you cried?: i am a crazy person i am always laughing or crying

time you lied?: uhhh... i suck at lying.

time you were sick to your stomach?: i make myself feel sick all the time but i haven’t actually thrown up since january 2011

time you had your heart broken?: years and years

time you hugged a family member?: i really don’t do hugs unless it’s with someone i feel romantic/sexual about. autism ;)

time you screamed?: a few days ago into a pillow but i don’t know why

time you laughed?: probably like 5 mins ago

person you hugged?: damn... i don't know, which is kinda weird

person you kissed?: some dude last year, would not repeat

person you had oral sex with?: n/a.

person you had sex with?: one of the most annoying people on planet earth

person you fought with?: i don’t really fight with people. my friends and i may disagree about shit but i don't know about FIGHTING

person you cried over?: everyone, always

person you cried in front of?: maybe my best friend?

person who made you cry?: myself, of course

person you hated?: i don’t hate people like i used to but i hold intense grudges. i guess i hate my r*pist?

person you loved?: hehe probably my r*pist. gotta love that trauma bond

person you said I love you to?: my dad

thing you regret doing?: i guess drinking lots of espresso again was probably a mistake

thing you ate?: i only eat at night so uh... half a hot dog bun yesterday

thing you drank?: sparkling water

shirt you wore?: i’m wearing a black hoodie

swear word you said?: fuck

song you listened to?: “failure is the best revenge” by the vandals

thing you bought?: sparkly eyeshadow

fast food place you ate at?: it’s been so long, i don't know? maybe in-n-out or t bell

alcoholic drink you drank?: i’m gonna guess beer

drug you did?: weeds

tv show you watched?: game of thrones

movie you watched?: don’t worry darling. so bad :(

country you visited?: germany?

shoes you wore?: my sick ass neon and black sneakers i got for hiking

thought you had?: man i love those sneakers

website you visited?: this one duh

gift you bought?: a boring lil gift card for makeup

gift you recieved?: i receive many gifts

color nail polish you wore?: oof, i need to get my nails done

person you texted?: jason

time you cried yourself to sleep?: i literally cannot fall asleep crying

person you had a crush on?: a human that is not a robot

dream you had?: i was having a huge party and somehow told people we were gonna take a bus to nyc but then realized we weren’t in NJ, we were at my house in CA and that would take days

nightmare you had?: it was bad and sad

time you woke up in tears?: not a thing

time you felt so happy you cried?: probably something duck related

laughed so hard you pissed your pants?: i have pretty strong pelvic floor muscles, so... never

felt like you couldnt breathe?: whenever i last had an asthma attack

movie you saw at the theatre?: NOPE

movie you cried at?: basically i get so excited when i watch my all time fave movies that i cry but in a happy overwhelmed autistic way

time you felt vulnerable?: always?

time you felt loved?: i know i am loved

time you felt needed?: i am always needed

time you felt ashamed?: i am always ashamed jk but probably semi-recently

time you hurt someone unintentionally?: that’s one of my cutest autism quirks

person who made you laugh?: me

person who made you feel loved?: my friends

place you had sex?: hm... i think it was just a bed. kinda boring. but i was bored anyway. men.

time you showered?: earlier today

person you slept in a bed with and didnt have sex?: last fall, some person

time you blushed?: all the time

person who made you blush?: cute people

person who made you scream?: me

time you thanked someone?: today?

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allforthe-gays · 3 years

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The Foxes as dumb injuries i’ve gotten:

Nicky chipped his front tooth trying to climb out of a swimming pool bc he got distracted by a hot guy and his hand slipped.

when Andrew was 8 he broke his ankle playing soccer with people 4 years older than him, but instead of telling anyone he kept on playing and went on a trampoline with the broken ankle.

when Aaron was 3 he worshiped Nicky, and one time when he was walking up the stairs behind him he tried to give Nicky a kiss but miscalculated and ended up kissing his bum. this caused Nicky to kick Aaron backwards down a flight of stairs.

when Matt was 2, he got knocked out and had a concussion from falling off his chair head first when he was reaching for canned green beans during dinner.

when Andrew and Aaron were left home alone for the first time after Nicky obtained them, they tried to make caramel apples which ended with Aaron burning himself really badly on the caramel bc he decided it’d be smart for Andrew to pour the caramel over an apple while he held it.

Seth forgot to wear oven mitts when he was taking a 400+ degree pan out of the oven.

Allison went to Costco and when she stepped off one of the display coaches on a platform she ended up falling head first and getting a concussion.

Renee sprained her wrist really badly by slipping on a piece of paper at the top of a carpeted flight of stairs.

Dan sliced her knee open climbing out of a pool when she was on her high school swim team, and needed stitches but decided not to get them bc otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to swim for two weeks.

Kevin got a huge bruise on his head from riding his tricycle down a slide.

Neil had to go to urgent care bc he managed to shoot himself in the eye with a hair tie.

Aaron nearly got a concussion from Andrew slamming their front door on his face, bc Andrew wanted to get to the tv first so he could watch Cutthroat Kitchen.

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nosowoso · 3 years

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I feel like I've said this multiple times but the US education system is messed up. I live in Canada and ours is definitely a lot better and I'm always shocked when I hear about yours.

the dead people thing really hits that idea home, like even thinking about it right now has me nauseous

#fuck I want to live in Canada #like y’all education system is something I would very much like access to #because this one is slowly killing me I swear to god #I’m already prone to nightmares the slide show of actual real dead bodies was not necessary #and he made a joke about his dog eating the dead body pieces he had on the bottom of his shoe after ohotgraphing an accident #and I just 🤮🤮🤮🤮#fuck man I’m moving to Canada #ask

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mythos-writes · 2 years

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Peaky Bloopers

Peaky Blinders Cast x Readers (platonic)

Plot: Just Blooper moments... :)

Word Count: 751 (Dabble??)

Warnings: none

Part 2 Peaky Blinders Masterlist

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“And Action,” the director calls. The scene was when (Y/N) character, Florence Shelby, had an argument with Tommy earlier and had gone for a walk to the stables. She was walking back to the house with Tommy standing out watching her. They were supposed to just give each other blank looks. When (Y/N) and Cillian made eye contact, she pulled a long silly face and walked into the house, leaving Cillian and the crew fitted with laughter.

“(Y/N)!” Cillian calls out, her running back out, cackling away.

“Sometimes I want to either kiss you for your brilliance or smack you for your stupidity,” he says while shaking her slightly.

“Ok, ok I promise to do it properly this time,” she says, making her way back to where she started.

Florence and Alfie were having a romantic moment, with her looking out the window, and Alfie wraps his arms around her hugging her from behind. They when to lean their head together, but they had too much momentum and their heads came crashing together.

“Jesus fuck,” the two call out. Tom stumbled back while (Y/N) crumpled to the ground, laying on her back. They look at each other from their positions and more giggles fall from them.

“(Y/N) you are accident prone I swear to God,” Paul calls out from behind the camera. Joe laughs beside him as they were supposed to walk into the room. She gives him the middle finger before sitting up.

“Says the one who is allowed to break props,” she sasses.

“What do you mean Arthur? Where is Tommy?” Florance questions worry written all over her face. Arthur spat out half words, but before he could get his actual line in…

“ACHOO!” Paul just put his head down, hiding his laughter and starts to lightly shake her. The crew let out groans and giggles.

“I am so sorry. I was trying so hard,” she says to the crew.

“I love you so much… but stop,” Paul says still shaking her.

“I’m not doing it on purpose, I swear,” she states, moving back to the car.

“Sometimes I think you do,” Paul yells back. She sticks her tongue out before climbing back into the old Bently.

With all the cigarettes onset, the number of times where they would go around and burn each other, and when I mean they, I mean Paul, Joe, (Y/N) and sometimes Cillian. The trio was waiting for the director's words moving forward in the shot when Joe feels a burning sensation against his arm.

“Oi!” he jumps back from the heat, leaving Paul doubled over. Cillian laughs at Joe’s expense. Joe frowns and quickly does the same thing to Cillian.

“Ah!” he yelps out. He takes his hat and smacks Joe.

They had been completely unaware that the camera had caught the whole interaction.

“We take filming very seriously and never try to injure each other with our props,” (Y/N) says into the camera. Without her knowledge, the trio run up behind her, pick her up and carry her off.

“Oi, you buggers!” she laughs as she is thrown over Cillian’s shoulder.

“You love us,” Joe calls out.

“Sometimes,” she replies, making eye contact with him.

“Hey!” the three call out, causing her face to go into Cillian’s back.

When they are filming in the snow, they try to make sure that there isn’t a lot of ice on set, so they don’t fall. But sometimes the crew misses some spots.

The shot was having the whole family walk down the street towards the Garrison when Joe slipped on some ice that had been hidden under the snow.

"Bloody hell!" His feet came out from underneath him, grabbing onto Cillian and Paul’s shoulders and causing them to fall into the snow. Helen and (Y/N) look at the fallen boys.

“Who’s accident-prone now,” (Y/N) sasses to Paul and Joe.

“Ha, ha now help us up,” Joe sasses back. She rolls her eyes before helping them up. But instead of helping her up, the two pulled her down into the snow. They giggled and quickly gets up. (Y/N) sits up, huffs, and quickly throws a snowball at them. She points and looks directly into the camera.

“If there is ever a blooper real that comes out, this better be on it. You hear me BBC” she states before getting up from the cold snow and running after the two.

#peaky blinders x reader #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #fanfiction #fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x sister reader #arthur shelby imagine #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby #john shelby x reader #helen mccrory #polly gray #polly grey x reader

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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the gang with a s/o like cat valentines from victorious?? :D

A/N: I have never seen an episode of Victorious, I will admit that up front, but I had fun writing this! Thank you for requesting <3 love you all so much

DARRY CURTIS

You’re most often the cause of Darry’s softer moods, you keep him from yelling and stressing too much

However, Darry still yells on occasion, it’s hard being as young as he is and having to work as hard as he does

He’s going to yell, he’s going to upset you on accident but he will come back and apologize for it

Ponyboy and Sodapop are incredibly thankful for you and for what you do to Darry

You’re a good foil to him, he’s super serious and no-nonsense where you’re more laid-back and care-free

He acts his age when he’s around you, a little quicker to laugh with you and is a little quicker to let things slide

SODAPOP CURTIS

Your personalities are similar! You guys get along super duper well, to the point where Steve’s a little jealous of your companionship

You guys have that sort of relationship where you stay up until two AM talking about everything and everything

It’s rare that someone actually understands what you’re saying to each other, you have so many inside jokes and references

It’s rare for you two to fight, neither of you are prone to being in bad moods but it’ll happen every now and then, every couple fight

Your fights never escalate to screaming matches though, neither of you are that kind of person and they’re usually just minor spats and disagreements

Either way, neither of you can stay mad at the other for long and are usually back within each other’s grace within a few hours

PONYBOY CURTIS

Not as patient as Johnny but still patient! Pony’s good at explaining things for you without seeming patronizing

You see the positive things in life, a quality that Pony really needs sometimes

You balance each other out, similar to what I said Darry would be with an S/O like you!

Your crazy thought trains and a sunset date? Pony couldn’t be any happier

People may think you’re just a total airhead but you’re not, you’re pretty smart and being around Pony ends up making you even smarter

You learn so much from him and he’s so excited when you ask him to teach you things!

DALLAS WINSTON

You’re going to be the butt of a few jokes, that’s just how Dally is

He doesn’t mean anything to be hurtful, just teasing and playing around but there will be jokes made

If you are hurt by his jokes, you can tell him, but he won’t change much

I know we all love Dally but I’m being realistic here, we all know it’s the truth

He does find you really cute though! Your voice, your laugh, that look on your face when you get confused

Expect a lot of fond shakes of the head from head while he mutters about whatever you’ve done before he tips your face to his for a kiss

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny is seriously the best and knowing how to not upset you, he’s very patient and that is such a key part in your relationship

He’s absolutely in love with you and he’ll swear up and down that he falls in love with you even more whenever you laugh

He’s the one you turn to when you’re upset by something, he’s very good at comforting you and making you feel better

You’re a sweetheart, he’s a sweetheart, you guys are just the cutest thing when you’re together

Sometimes, because you don’t necessarily think things all the way through, Johnny steps in to keep you safe

Tulsa’s really dangerous, Johnny knows that and he tries his best to keep you out of harm’s way

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

I mean this in the best way but Two-Bit has a field day with you

He’s already a jokester but when he’s got your laugh fueling him on? There’s no stopping him

You’re confused about something? Don’t worry about it honey, Two’s probably confused as well

Y’all have a tendency to put your heads together to figure things out, everyone else knows that they just need to give you a moment sometimes

Two-Bit takes every chance he gets to buy you cutesy stuffed animals, I swear your bed is filled with them

Admittedly isn’t the best and helping you out when you’re upset but he is pretty good at not upsetting you

STEVE RANDLE

Steve loves you, love you so very much

You’re funny, you’re sweet, you’re playful, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Steve

You will never fail to make him laugh, it doesn’t even matter what you do

I’m serious, you could just blink at him and this man would start smiling

He’s protective over you, quick to protect you from people who decided to mess with you and from things that he knows will upset you

Is thoroughly amused by the thoughts that run through your head and is more than willing to listen to you tell him everything that’s on your mind

TIM SHEPARD

Tim teases you, good-naturedly, about your personality all the time

That being said, he is very protective over you and if anyone else tries to tease you for something, Tim is not afraid to throw hands

Sometimes he gets a little frustrated by you, your ditziness makes him just stop and sigh sometimes

But he does really love you even if sometimes he’s the reason you get upset by something

Your bubbliness is good for him! He needs a little positive energy around him, it’s good for his well-being

All it takes is a little giggle and a shy smile from you and Tim’s got a smile on his face

CURLY SHEPARD

It’s no secret you’re a little naive, sometimes things confuse you and you don’t fully understand what’s going on around you

Curly, our worldly little greaser, is good at reading situations, he’s a quick thinker

He’s good at steering you away from dangerous situations no matter how appealing it might be to you

“Just ‘cause they said you’re pretty doesn’t mean they wanna be your friends, alright?”

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s get you out of here, these guys don’t mean nothin’ but trouble.”

“Hey, just hold onto me, okay? We’re just walkin’, just hold onto me.”

Your cheery personality is good for him, he’s seen a little too much for someone his age

You’re a bright spot for him and he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

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yanderedanganronpa · 3 years

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Hey welcome back!! Can I request yandere pregame kokichi general headcanons! Take as long as you need <3

Yandere Pregame Kokichi Headcannons

tw: manipulation, slight bullying?

thanks for the warm welcome and I saw you in my inbox, just wanted to thank you for that too. It’s always nice to see that people enjoy my content <3 on a side note, I am not liking how I wrote this at all, so if you have any suggestions to make it better, i’m listening! B)

Kokichi is someone who mostly keeps to himself, someone who watches from the sidelines and sneers at everyone else. He’s never had many friends, many just a few at a time if any. He just doesn’t bother at this point.

However he’s not all bad he’s just kind of over it if you know what I mean. He’s been through it all, he’s seen something’s and is just done. I believe he’s still a capable leader, even if he doesn’t have an organization just yet.

Kokichi is more a fan of guilt tripping, things of that nature as manipulation opposed to other tactics, with his small frame and demeanor he lets others assume what they will.

That’s what he wants; underestimation.

So that when you least expect it he uses his actual skills and intellect that you would never expect from the small boy you thought you knew.

You would learn this fact well when the strange man soon took a liking to you from across a room, accidentally meeting eyes his dark purple eyes. Little did you know you made a big mistake catching his attention. A mistake that you would learn to regret for the rest of your life.

He felt you captivating his every single thought, and he needed to know more.

On your way back from work you “accidentally” bumped shoulders with a familiar face you swear you’ve seen before.

Because of his charm and disarming attitude you felt yourself at ease at the immediate red flags you should’ve taken note of as he made conversation with you.

Ever since he’s befriended you he always has an excuse to be around you.

Purposely doing whatever to get closer to you in any way he could.

You almost don’t even question it because he’s so charming, using his smooth talk to get out of almost anything. You felt like you couldn’t question him.

He looks so harmless, he’d purposefully put himself in dangerous situations in front of you to gain some sympathy or something of the sort.

You felt as if you needed to protect him, he’s so clumsy and accident-prone.

How else could he have gotten all those marks?

It’s gotten past the point of endearing clinginess and playful touching. You rarely get any alone time anymore, being around him makes you uncomfortable, way too handsy for your liking, bordering on harassment most of the time. Its like he doesn’t even see you as a person, not caring what you want to do or say.

No matter where you go, who you talk to, he somehow always knows and either asks you about it later, demanding to know what you were doing, who you were with or will just show up there and ask what your up to with a threatening tone of voice. You felt like you couldn’t decline his will. You had no choice with him.

If you try to reach out to your friends, they don’t respond, they don’t even make eye contact with you anymore. Trying to confront them in real life won’t fix anything either, pretending as if your not even there.

You feel so isolated, so lonely but kokichi assures you he’ll always be there, and he’d never turn on you like your horrible friends did. A part of you believes he’s innocent in all this, but you can’t help but grow suspicious despite his flattering behavior.

No friends, no support system, just Kokichi. You’re all his now, and don’t even think about trying to leave him.

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨��𝐝

"You only want to stay because of your little boyfriend. Is he more important to you than us?“

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 5,297

warnings: angsty, mentions of breaking down

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: i'm so fried after editing this, if i missed any typos, i'm sorry. as always, let me know what you think! i love getting feedback from you guys!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Your siblings sit in a half-circle at the back of the Hermes Cabin, ready for their lesson. James lays out the materials you’ll need for the potion he was demonstrating today: the mortar and pestle, herbs, spell books. He has almost everything except for the sand, which was the most crucial ingredient. So, he had sent you to retrieve some from the dunes since you were the only one who didn’t need the lesson Ernest was teaching.

Ernest stands in front of Sage, Alice, Lou Ellen, and Atticus, lecturing on the properties of sand. Your siblings listen attentively, taking notes in their notebooks, all of them but one. Ernest looks up from reading a part of his book of shadows, noticing Atticus is distracted by his familiar.

"Atticus, are you listening?" Ernest asks, raising his eyebrow as he closes his book. Atticus cradles Harvey in his arms as if he is a newborn baby, his finger scratching his tummy as the animal curls up towards his chest. He doesn’t notice the other staring at him for a few seconds, looking up after realizing he had stopped talking.

"Me? Yeah, dude. I'm listening," Atticus bluffs, and Ernest squints, leaning back on the desk behind him.

"So what did I just say?"

"Atticus, are you listening?" Atticus repeats, smiling as his sisters giggle beside him. The corner of Ernest’s mouth tugs into a slight smirk as he rolls his eyes.

"What did I say before that?" He clarifies. Atticus sways in his place, continuing to soothe his tired familiar, and he hums, trying to recall what they were discussing. He’s quiet for a while before grunting. He really wasn't listening, too distracted by his surroundings to focus. Ernest pretty much lost him at “alright guys, today…” However, he remembers you volunteering to get sand after James realized he forgot to get some himself.

"Ehm… I don't know. Something about sand?"

Ernest sighs, "Yes, I was talking about sand. Can anyone catch Atticus up on the properties for sand?"

"Different sands have various spiritual properties, but the lake sand that you're using today can be used in spells for self-reflection and grounding," Travis chimes in all of a sudden. He's laid down in his bed, holding a comic book over his head as he looks at the group.

James turns away from the materials, amused that the other has probably been listening this entire time. It was the middle of the day, so the Hermes cabin was pretty empty since everyone was out doing their own thing. The only other people in the cabin were the Stoll brothers and a handful of their siblings. James chuckles,

"Travis, you want to be a witch too?" He jokes, and Travis shrugs,

"I practically am already. I'm always listening to your lessons," he admits amused, returning his attention to the comic book he was reading.

"Everyone has a little witch in them. See Atticus; even Travis was listening," Alabaster teases.

Atticus grunts, "Yeah, yeah. I was trying to put Harvey to sleep!"

“You act like he’s a baby that needs to be coddled!” Sage raises her eyebrow. Atticus had always been super affectionate with Harvey. She swears she’s never seen Atticus and Harvey separated for long like the way you and Ambrose have periods where you’ll be apart. When Ambrose knew you were safe, he’d usually wander off to find your siblings or mess around with monsters in the forest, so he wasn’t with you 24/7. But Atticus managed to have Harvey with him all the time.

“Do not judge my parenting! He likes being held,” Atticus defends Harvey, and Lou Ellen rolls her eyes.

“Parenting? You sound like a single dad.”

Alabaster snorts, “anyways," he cuts in, grabbing both of their attention. "we can start the potion whenever Y/n decides to come back with it," he says as he sits down in a nearby desk chair.

Lou Ellen hums, "she's been gone for almost 40 minutes now. The dunes are on the other side of camp, but it shouldn't take her this long?"

"Maybe she got sidetracked?" James shrugs. "We can go look for her if she doesn't come back in another 10 minutes, but I'm sure she's fine.”

"I'm here!" You announce as you burst through the cabin door, Ambrose running next to you. He runs through the wall, rushing to join your siblings. You sigh, your arm coming up to wipe your forehead that was a little damp from sweat, and your cheeks are a little flushed from being in the summer heat.

"Look who decided to come back," James announces, shaking his head in playful disapproval. You smile sheepishly, too caught up in your breathing to say anything as you pass the jar to him. You return to your spot between Lou Ellen and Atticus, hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions.

"What took you so long?" Lou Ellen asks, her voice concerned. You clear your throat, attempting not to sound hesitant as you come up with a lie on a whim.

"Oh uh, I just got distracted… some of the girls from the Aphrodite cabin were hanging out at the dunes, and I got caught up in conversation," you stutter a little, suddenly feeling nervous as Atticus squints at you. You accidentally meet his stare before looking away fast, turning so that your back is facing him.

"You're lying," he declares. You scoff,

"No, I'm not!"

"I'm your twin, y/n. I know when you are lying!" He reminds you, and you groan.

You and Atticus have always had this weird twin sense. You both can tell when the other is lying because you could pick up on each other's emotions really well. You thought maybe if he didn’t see your body language, he wouldn’t be able to pick up on your lie, but of course, he didn’t need a visual to know that you were nervous. You could also feel each other's pain to a certain extent which has always been annoying. Atticus was pretty accident-prone when he was younger and, well, still is. This meant any bumps and bruises he managed to obtain, you would always get dull aches in the same area. The most annoying part of it all was that the more severe the pain, the more you felt. Once you had period cramps so bad, you both had to call out from school because he was also curled up in his bed, declaring that he’ll never make period jokes again in his life.

You weren’t sure why you had this connection with your brother. Since you’ve had it your entire life, you had thought this was a regular thing, but you’ve recently found out that it wasn't normal at all. You just assumed that it came with the quirks of being children of a sorceress goddess. You had to admit that it was cool, but at times like this, you wished you didn’t have it because Atticus called you out a lot.

You didn't want to admit you got distracted by Percy in the combat area. On your way back, you saw him practicing with the test dummies. You watched him practice for a few seconds, and you had no intention of stopping to talk to him initially, but when he caught you walking by, he called you over.

"Admit it, you were nervous," Percy laughs, continuing to tease you about how you ran away from him during Capture the Flag. You scoff, nudging his shoulder,

"Of you? Please,” you deny even though you were nervous about going head-to-head with him, but he didn’t need to know that. “It doesn't matter if I ran away because I still won!” You stick your tongue out at him, and he smiles,

“You should still practice your sword fighting, Y/n. You can’t always run away from a sword fight,” he points out, and you frown,

“I’m not a close-range fighter. It’s just how it is.” After declaring that you “failed” in sword fighting, you were a bit insecure about your abilities. It was a good and bad thing because after your “failure,” you delved into your magic studies, and you were proud of how much better your abilities have gotten. You could confidently say that you are now a more powerful and seasoned witch than you were at the beginning of the summer. The bad part was that you never stepped foot in the combat area again. The dagger you carried around barely saw the light of day, strapped in its holster most of the time.

"Well, one day, you might not have a choice… c'mon Sabrina Spellman, show me what you got," he jokes as he gets into his stance. You smile, putting the jar of sand down before taking your dagger out of its casing.

"I don't got much to show," you say playfully.

You thought that you'd just go one round with him, but the next thing you knew, he was giving you an entire lesson. He sparred with you a few times, analyzing how you fought and he gave you tips here and there. He was helpful and patient, and you did walk away knowing a few new things.

You swallow as you feel the stares of your siblings, now interested as to why you lied. You try not to become more flustered as you recall the feeling of Percy standing close behind you. His touch was gentle, hands slightly calloused as he adjusted the way you held your dagger, and with light fingertips, he moved your limbs, putting you in a stronger stance.

You shake your head, fiddling with your fingers, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you trailed off, hoping Atticus would drop it. You turn to your brothers, James preparing everything, but Alabaster and Ernest were just as interested as the others regarding where you could have been.

"She was probably with Percy,” Connor mocks, a sly smirk on his face as the whole cabin filled with Ooo's and amused chattering. Your shoulders slouch, head hung low, and you felt like you wanted to crawl in a hole.

"Were you actually?" You hear Atticus asks with amusement in his voice. You don't move from your place, keeping quiet. You knew there was no use in denying it because Atticus would easily sense the lie.

"She definitely was!" Alice squeals when you don’t say anything, and you glare at your sisters, making them giggle.

Lou Ellen nudges your shoulder, "what were you guys doing? You looked flustered when you walked in here,” she teases and winks.

"Probably making out!" Connor butts in before you could answer, and you gasp, snapping your gaze to him.

“We were just sparring!" You blurt out, and Connor laughs at how defense you suddenly became. The last thing you wanted was rumors leaving the cabin, and you groan as your sisters start pestering you with questions, along with the assumptions of your other cabinmates.

"Okay! Okay," Alabaster shouts a little over the chattering. "We need to focus. You guys can talk about that later," he says, and silence falls amongst your siblings. You nod, relieved that you get to avoid the topic for now. You watch as they exchange looks, silently communicating something to each other. You had an idea that it had something to do with you as Ernest’s eyes flicker in your direction and Alabaster’s face hardens. James gave them a dismissive wave with his hand as if he was telling them not to worry before continuing to sort out the materials in front of him.

"Let's start this potion. Some of us have chores to do," James cuts through the silence as he grabs the mortar and pestle and sits down in front of you and your siblings.

As James puts the potion together, carefully showing you how to cut and crush certain herbs, Ernest sits beside him, explaining the steps carefully. You lean a little forward, focusing on the lesson, and you diligently write notes in your notebook, trying not to miss any crucial details.

“Take good notes; I’m copying those,” Atticus whispers in your ear, and you squint at him playfully. His arms were too occupied with Harvey, so he was just watching the demonstration, confident that you’ll take thorough notes for him to copy. You shake your head, turning your attention back to Ernest as he speaks. After demonstrating it, they pass on the materials to you guys, and it was your turn to try it out.

The potion was a little too easy for you, and you find yourself growing a little bored as you put everything together. It annoyed you because you felt like your brothers were going easy on you and you were itching to get into the more advanced stuff such as healing potions or something like a disguising potion.

Out of your three older brothers, Ernest was the most knowledgeable about potions. He was always helping out in the infirmary, making healing potions for the Apollo kids to use. Sometimes the Hermes kids would ask him to make potions for pranks, and you’ve even seen some of the girls from the Aphrodite cabin begging him to make love potions for them. Usually, Ernest would decline their requests, giving lectures, especially to the Aphrodite girls, why a love potion is a terrible idea. But in the times that he has agreed to do them, the results were always hilarious. Once, he made a Hilarity Potion for the Stoll brothers that turned the Ares cabin into a bunch of giggling messes for 24 hours. Until that day, you’ve never seen someone giggle aggressively before.

You were the first to finish the potion, bottling it up in a miniature glass jar before pushing the cork into the top. You carefully wired wrapped the jar, attaching it to a necklace and fastening it around your neck. After being praised by your brothers, you were off to do the chores that were given to you by Connor as repayment for not ratting you out to the Aphrodite Cabin about your spontaneous meeting with Percy at the docks.

You were done right in time for dinner, the time passing as usual as you and your siblings talk and laugh at the table. Soon, you were singing along to the songs at the campfire, and by the time it came to an end, your eyelids were heavy with fatigue. You knew then that you were not going to study into the night as the soreness from sparring with Percy started to settle in your muscles. When you arrived at the Hermes cabin after washing up for bed, you could barely keep your eyes open. The last thing you remembered was mumbling a good night to Atticus and turning over in your bed.

Your dreams were always weird, so when you’re taken to a meadow in the middle of nowhere, you weren’t surprised. Actually, you were pretty content, preferring this scene instead of the bizarre settings you often came across.

You swore you could feel the soft summer breeze blowing on your face, and you take a deep breath, basking in the fresh air. You look out at the grassy land ahead of you, noticing you were standing at a crossroad. Two gravel roads stretched in either direction, one path seemingly identical to the other. You turn around to study your surroundings further. You squint, hand hovering above your eyes to protect them from the shining sun that's beginning to set behind the hills. The valley was still; the only sound you could hear was the wind whooshing past your ears, and you felt safe.

“Come with us, y/n.” A familiar voice cuts through the stillness, and you gasp, looking in the direction it came from. You find Alabaster standing on the left road, James and Ernest standing beside him. You felt your stomach turn as their eyes darken. Your arms wrap around your frame as the once warm wind turns cold. Dark clouds roll in, splitting the sky in half as the right side remains the same sunny meadow. Groans of thunder echoed throughout the land, and you can sense an eerie presence lingering in the air.

“What?” You whisper to yourself, noticing Atticus standing on the right road.

“No! Don’t,” he shouts, his expression glazed over in fear, and you step back.

“Don’t listen to him. We know what’s best for you,” James says, his arm extended out for you to hold, and you shake your head. “Come with us.”

“No! Come with me!”

“Come with us!”

You feel your heart racing in your chest, the screams of your brothers sending goosebumps to your skin. Their voices become more desperate, and you can hear the grief and panic in their voices.

“No, no, no. It’s a dream… you can change it,” you whisper, becoming overwhelmed as the thunder grows louder and so the desperation in your brother’s wailing. You stare down at the ground, and your hands are pressed firmly over your ears. You try to concentrate on shifting into another dream, but before you could, you felt as if your body was sucked into a vortex. A distant voice calls your name, and you groan, your vision blurry as your eyes flutter open.

Alabaster stands over you as he nudges your shoulder softly, whispering your name until you finally wake up. “C’mon, get up.”

You lazily sit up in your bed, your surroundings fuzzy as Alabaster guides you to stand up. You assume that it must be morning as you slip your feet into your slippers and you rub your eyes. It didn’t take you long to notice that it was still night time and you whine softly, confused and annoyed that you were woken up from your slumber.

“Al? What’s going on?” Alabaster doesn’t answer, grabbing onto your wrist, and you were too groggy to protest, following him to the back window of the Hermes cabin. You stumble a little when you land on the grass, Atticus coming to your side and grabbing on to your other hand. You don’t even notice the nervous look on his face or the way his hand was shaking, too busy attempting to stay awake.

Your vision was still fuzzy, and you lay your head against your brother's arm, feeling Ambrose’s mouth tugging on your shirt frantically as Alabaster leads you into the forest. You don’t know what it was, but you had this feeling that something was wrong and a soft sigh leaves your lips as you gather your strength to get out of your grogginess.

“Wait… wait!” You snatch your arm from Alabaster's hold. “What’s going on?” You ask as your brothers turn around.

“We’re leaving,” Ernest says, and you furrow your eyebrows. “We’re going to join Kronos’s army.”

“We? Are you insane?” You felt your heart drop to your chest, and you tried to look for any sign that they were joking.

“Come with us, Y/n,” Alabaster pleads, and you feel goosebumps forming on your skin as you get an overwhelming feeling of deja vu. The tone of his voice, the way their eyes darkened, was the same as the dream you just had. Your brothers glowered down at you, waiting for your decision.

"No… no, this isn't right,” you whisper. You let go of Atticus’s hand, just now noticing how tight his grip was. You wipe your shaky palms on your pants, and for a moment, you thought you were still dreaming. At least, you were hoping that you were still dreaming. You scan your surroundings, trying to find a sign that would tell you that this wasn't real, but you don't find one.

“There is no reason to stay here, to fight on this side. Kronos will win the war. The camp doesn’t stand a chance,” Alabaster declares confidently. Your mind wanders, recalling the dark stormy clouds that loomed over your brothers in your dream and the eeriness that took over. You could practically feel your pulse in your ears, grasping the fact that your dream was a warning.

“And how are you so sure?” Your voice quivers, and you sigh in disbelief.

“Because mother told me,” Alabaster says, and your head jerks back, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Mother? She spoke to you?”

“Yes. She’s fighting for Kronos, and she believes it is in our best interest to join her.”

A wave of emotion washes over you all at once. You were shocked, furious, even a little jealous. Your mother never came to speak to you. You knew that she tended to favor your more powerful siblings. Your older brothers have talked to her a few times, and the reminder made your chest feel heavy. You knew she looked after you, obviously. She had saved your life by sending Ambrose to you and your brother's aid. You prayed to her daily, and she occasionally sent you signs that made you feel she was there with you — but coming to see you? That was a privilege that you weren’t worthy of; at least, that’s what it felt like.

Your fury came from the fact that your mother was the motivator of all this. Why would she persuade your brothers in her own interests? Weren’t there rules that your godly parent couldn’t interfere with certain things? You weren’t sure what the rules specifically were, but this didn’t feel right. You shake your head,

“Mother isn’t omniscient. She doesn’t know who will win.” Your fist is clenched hard on your side, and you watch as Alabaster’s expression hardens,

"You're only fighting on this side because of your little boyfriend. Is he more important to you than us?"

"Boyfriend?! What are you talking about-”

"I'm talking about Percy! Don’t think we haven’t noticed you hanging out with him. Sparring together? In the strawberry fields together? You guys were practically flirting at the campfire, and Connor told us that you’ve been meeting him at night. Is that true?"

You feel your face get hot, but it wasn’t at the accusation of Percy being your boyfriend but the rage that was swirling in your chest. You hated that he thought you would compromise your loyalty to your siblings for a boy. That wasn’t true. In the right circumstances, you would always put your siblings first because you knew they would do the same. But this wasn’t about Percy; you haven’t thought of him until Alabaster brought him up. This was about loyalty to the camp.

"He's not my boyfriend. It doesn’t even matter what side he’s fighting on. I couldn’t care less. Al… this- this is about family!"

"Family?! What?”

“The camp,” you say shakily, and you shift on your feet as a sarcastic laugh leaves Alabaster’s lips.

“The camp? You mean the camp that doesn’t deem our mother worthy of her own cabin? We’ve been trapped in that Hermes cabin since the beginning. Half of us didn’t even have a bed to sleep in the first summer we arrived. You and Lou Ellen had to cram in a twin-size bed the first couple of weeks until you got lucky and something opened up. Y/n, they don’t care about us. They toss us to the side, barely give us a space to learn our magic. This camp isn’t family. We're your family, Y/n. We understand you the most. We share the same powers, the same mother. We care for you."

You look down at the ground, hating that you were unable to deny that the words he spoke held truth. The children of minor gods were treated differently. You didn’t have a cabin dedicated to your godly parent, and that was enough to make you feel lesser than. You remember Ethan Nakamura saying in passing that being forced to sleep in the Hermes cabin was pretty much an odd punishment for not being a child of one of the 12. You remember laughing and brushing it off, not thinking much of it at the moment, but now, it suddenly occurred to you that he wasn’t joking at all. He was dead serious.

You have to admit that the living situation wasn’t ideal. It affected how you were able to study your magic and came with annoying inconveniences. You slept in a sleeping bag for your first summer, tucked away in the corner of the room with Atticus. The system in place for who gets a bed was set up by seniority. The longer you've been at camp, the more secure your sleeping arrangements were. You only got a bed because, at the beginning of the summer, a good chunk of kids had left to join Kronos’ army, which bumped you up on the waiting list.

You almost gave in, only so that you'd be with your siblings. If you stay, most of them will be long gone, and you'll be forced to fight them on the battlefield, but you couldn't leave. It didn’t feel right to compromise your loyalty to the camp. Though there were days where you did feel like an outcast, you couldn’t ignore the times you didn’t. Your friends here were important to you too, and you’ve always seen the camp as your haven. It was the only place where you didn’t have to worry about monsters or entities. Sure, some people at camp saw you as some freak, but you never felt as much as a freak here as you did in the mortal world. In the end, it boiled down to one question. Did you want to fight alongside your friends for a camp that brought you a sense of comfort? Or will you fight for a bitter, greedy titian who’s only using you so he can have the throne?

"No, I’m staying,” you say with a tight jaw, looking up to meet Alabaster’s eyes. You kept thinking of the dark clouds, the thunder roaring in the background, the way the valley darkened. That was a warning. That was a clear sign to run the other way, to not walk into the storm.

"Atticus?" Alabaster shifts his gaze to your brother, who stands beside you. Your entire body tenses up, your teeth chewing at the inside of your cheek.

He couldn't go. You couldn’t bear the thought of being without him. Though you were sure that he would be on your side, it was then you decided that if Atticus left, you were going to leave too. You hated that you were second-guessing him, but you weren't sure what to believe after this whole thing being pulled by Alabaster.

"... I'm staying.” His voice is more confident than you expected it to be, and you sigh out shakily, feeling the weight of dread lift from on your shoulders. You’ll still have your twin, and right now, when you felt like your whole world was falling apart, that’s all that mattered.

"You both are fools," Alabaster hissed, and your fist clenches, gaze snapping up.

"You’re the damn fool. How are you so sure that if Kronos wins, everything will suddenly be better? Alabaster, he’s feeding off your anger for his own agenda. You really think if we fight in his little army, he’ll care about us?” Your voice cracks, you scan the crowd of your siblings looking at you. You peer over at your sisters, who were huddled behind your brothers.

“Sage, Alice, Lou Ellen? This isn’t right. We- I- don’t go, just stay here at camp,” you plead, hoping that if you could persuade them to stay, maybe your brothers will forfeit their plan. “I have a bad feeling. I had a dre-”

“Stop,” James barked. You couldn’t help but cringe; the way his eyes narrowed at you was something you’ve never seen before.

“The odds are in Kronos’ favor. He has a bigger army. His allies are strong. This camp doesn’t stand a chance. You asking them to stay is the same as asking them to die,” he declares. “Mother says if- when he wins, she will take care of us. We can live and study with her, she promised.”

Your eyes sting with tears, and you close them, fingers anxiously peeling the skin around your nails. It was way too good to be true. That’s probably something you’ve always wanted, to live as a coven with your siblings. You only wished for a conversation with your mother, but the opportunity to learn from her directly was tempting. Still, you thought about the chaos that would reign across the country, across the world. You didn’t understand how a world under the rule of Kronos could be any better than the world you had now. And you deduced that it would probably be even worse.

“It’s all bull,” you spat, and you scoff. “I’m asking them to die? Take a look at where you’re taking them! This is mad. Guys, please,” you plead again. You frown as Alice and Sage refuse to look at you, huddling close beside each other.

“I- I’m staying,” Lou Ellen suddenly breaks the silence, and you feel a rush of hopefulness. Her head is lowered in a bow, avoiding the stares of your brothers as she walks to you. You reach out your arms, grasping her hand the moment she was close enough. You hear Ernest scoff, turning around to look at Sage and Alice.

“Anyone else would like to stay?” His tone is harsh, cutting through the night and Alice and Sage stare at the floor. You could tell from their trembling hands that they were scared. If they felt any conviction, any second thoughts, they didn’t dare to speak up.

“Let’s go before we get caught out here,” Alabaster announces, and you meet his eyes one last time.

“We’ll see you on the battlefield, sister.”

The walk back to the Hermes Cabin was silent. You hold on to Lou Ellen’s equally clammy hands, the three of you shaken up from what just happened. A part of you still couldn’t even believe that this is how your night played out. You glance at Atticus, his face expressionless, but you knew his mind was scattered with a million thoughts. If your own grief wasn’t enough, you were met with the burden of the grief radiating off of him.

Atticus coped with things differently than you did. You were quick to cry when you’re sad, scream when you were angry, but he bottled it up. He would bottle it up until all his emotions boiled over the limit. Even then, he was private, never letting it out where people could see him, but no matter what, you felt it, and no matter what, you were there comforting him.

He meets your gaze, and you take in the sadness on his face. The sight of his sorrow made it hard to hold back your tears. You knew that when Al called his name, he felt your panic. He felt your dilemma. You didn’t exactly know his stance on the impending war, but you knew at that moment, Atticus made his decision because he didn’t want to be separated from you. He manages a sad smile as there is a mutual understanding of this between the two of you. He slings his arm around both you and Lou Ellen’s shoulders in a failed attempt to lighten up the situation. He swallows hard,

“We’ll be okay,” he musters out, and as confident he wished to sound, the weakness in his voice was unavoidable. You suppress the sob that threatened to leave your lips, a tear falling down your cheek, and you nod,

“Yeah, we- we’ll be okay.” Your voice falters.

and hopefully, they’ll be okay too.

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babybluebex · 3 years

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no pressure at all! but if you'd want to write more stan!reader x tom I'd really love that

i literally FLEW to my computer to write this i love the concept of stan!reader so much ((also i tried second person writing here??? i actually like it a lot more than first whoops))

little one [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: tom holland x stan!fem!reader (y/n) ➽summary: when you find out you’re pregnant, you worry about how tom and your brother will react. ➽ word count: 1.6k ➽ warnings: angst, pregnancy, a lot of exposition that doesn’t matter tbh ➽a/n: enjoy!! masterlist & taglist in my bio

Sebastian stood at the door to your room, just looking. It seemed like a lifetime ago that you had moved in with him, when you were just the smallest thing. Pink skirt and pigtails, toting your dolly with you. He had been young when you were born, but still an adult; he was in college, living in the dorms when his mother had called him and told him the good news. He remembered the day you were born: he had been sitting in a lecture when his little flip phone started buzzing in his pocket. It was his stepdad, your father, telling him that his sister was coming. He left the lecture early and made it to the hospital just in time to be the first person to hold you. He was instantly devoted.

You moved in with him when you were six. His mom had told him that she needed to move back to Romania and that she planned to bring you, and panic had filled his chest. “No, no,” he said. “Sh-She just started school! She doesn’t speak the language, she’s making all kinds of friends here! Mom, you can’t relocate her, you just can’t.”

“What else can we do?” your mother asked. “Are you going to watch her?”

A month later, Sebastian was your legal guardian. He came to school plays and parent-teacher conferences, he cleaned up your skinned knees, and he read you stories every night. The two of you had gotten into a habit of falling asleep next to each other, and it got to the point where the bed felt too empty without you. Too cold, too lonely.

When you were twelve, you and Sebastian moved into a new apartment. It was bigger and better suited for two people, and you got a big-girl room. You started sleeping in your own bed, but you had no idea the effect it had on your brother. He couldn’t sleep without you next to him, digging your heels into his back and taking up all the blankets. So, he picked his happy ass up out of bed and, making sure to bring his own blanket, came to linger in your doorway. “I… I can’t sleep without you,” he mumbled.

“You’re a grown man, Seb,” you said; he was always amazed at the little lady you had become, a smart girl with a biting sarcasm, even when you were little.

“Yeah, and every night for the past six years, I’ve had your feet in my back,” Sebastian said. He settled into your bed next to, and added, “Now, move over, munch, or I’ll drag you back to mine.”

Sebastian leaned his head against the doorframe, looking at the room. The walls had once been pink but were now an off-white, more becoming of a young woman, and the band posters were replaced with art prints and collages of you with your friends. Sure, he knew everybody grew up eventually, and he liked you as an adult, but sometimes he missed the little girl who was missing her two front teeth.

The door to the apartment slammed closed, and Sebastian unwillingly pulled himself from his daydream. “Hey, munch!” he called. “How was Tom?”

Back on Valentine's Day, when you told him about you and Tom, he was instantly thrilled. Even though he outwardly seemed like he didn’t like Tom, he knew that Tom would treat you like the princess you were. And, for the past few months, he had been. Flowers were sent to the apartment on a near-weekly basis, handwritten letters came in the mail regularly, and Sebastian often heard little giggling coming from your room when Tom would call you. He had seen you smitten over guys before, but Tom Holland was a different breed.

After a date with Tom, you were guaranteed to be talking up a storm, but you were quiet. “Munch?” Sebastian called. “Y/N?”

There was a sniffle from the living room, and a meek, “Seb?”

Sebastian’s heart fell, and he hurried to see you on the couch, the comfy tufted leather that Mackie had so highly praised. You were crying, your knees drawn up to your chest. “No, no, no,” Sebastian cooed and hugged you tightly. “What happened, darling, is everything okay? Did Tom say something? Did you guys… Did you guys break up?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth, as if to speak, but a sob left instead. Your chest was so heavy, and you knew that admitting this to Sebastian-- to anyone-- would make it too real but the secret was killing you. You had known that you were pregnant for nearly a month now, but you didn’t want to tell anyone. You knew that your brother would say that you’re too young and that Tom would say that he had a career to think about. And, on a small level, you knew that was true. You couldn’t ask Tom to dismantle his life plans for you and a baby.

“Talk to me, darling,” Sebastian whispered. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffled and leaned into your brother’s warmth, and your tears became new. Sebastian would flip shit, you knew it. “I--” You started. “Please don’t be mad at me, please, I can’t take it right now--”

“Hey, hey,” Sebastian said quickly. “I could never be mad at you. Please, talk to me. You’re breaking my heart here, Y/N.”

You settled your cheek into Sebastian’s chest, and the emotions ran hot in your face and chest and belly. “Seb,” you whispered. “I… I’m pregnant.”

A million different emotions ran through his brain at once. Elation, anger, confusion, and so much more. “You…” he started. “You’re--”

“I’m so scared, Seb,” you whispered. “W-What if Tommy wants to break up with me?” Your breaths came in quick, sharp gasps, and Sebastian held you tightly to try to ease the anxiety. He was prone to anxiety attacks like this too, and you had learned how to settle him down, but he hardly ever had to do it to you. You were so grounded, so level-headed and serious. This was the most emotionally unhinged that he had seen you in years.

The sounds of your crying died away, and you found your ears full of deep whispers. You had learned bits and pieces of Romanian growing up-- enough to pull out as a party trick-- but could never fluently speak it like your mom and your brother could, but you recognized the sound of it. Sebastian was whispering Romanian to you in a lilting voice, and it took you a moment to place it. A song; a lullaby. Sebastian was singing you a lullaby. The sound of it eased your nerves enough to dry up your tears, and you sniffled a bit as you sat up, shedding your big brother’s protective embrace.

“Look,” Sebastian began. “I know I act like a dick to Tom a lot, but… I really like him. I wouldn’t have let him stick around if I didn’t. I trust him to do the right thing here.”

“B-But what if he doesn’t?” You whimpered. “Wh-What if he does leave?”

“If he leaves, it’s his own fucking loss,” Sebastian told you. “That baby doesn’t need anybody but you and me, right? I’ve got you, darling. I’ve always had you.”

You nodded because, once again, your older brother was the wiser of you. You knew that everything he said was true, even if your whole body hadn’t quite absorbed it yet. Tom would be a great dad; and if he wasn’t, you had Sebastian. “Can you stay with me?” You asked, grabbing your brother’s hand. “I-I’m gonna call him.”

“Sure thing, munch,” Sebastian said, and he settled his arm around your shoulders. His little sister, the same little girl that cried at Bambi and Bucky falling off the train, was going to be a mom. Where did the time go?, he wondered.

The phone rang out quickly, and Tom answered it swiftly. “Hey,” he said. “I just dropped you off, is everything alright?”

You took a deep breath. Your heart was beating so quickly that you could hear it in your ears, and you mumbled, “Yeah, yeah, I just… I have something to tell you.”

“Oh,” Tom said. “Sure. What’s going on?”

Sebastian’s gaze was fixed on you, and he gave you a prompting nod. “Tommy, I…” You started. It was real. This was real now. “I’m pregnant.”

There was silence on the other end of the line, long and potent enough for anger to start to flare in Sebastian’s stomach. “Are you serious?” Tom whispered finally. His voice was static-y over the phone, and you couldn’t place his emotions at all.

“I’m so sorry, Tom--”

“Sorry for what?” And then there was a laugh. “Are you really pregnant? Please don’t be kidding with me, you don’t know how happy this makes me!”

Sebastian gave a sigh of relief, and he wiped one of your tears away with his thumb. “I really am,” you told him. “You’re not mad?”

“Why the fuck would I be mad?” Tom laughed. “I’m gonna be a dad! I’m gonna be a dad, Y/N! Thank you, thank you! I love you so much, baby, you have no idea. Does Sebastian know yet?”

“Yeah,” you said. “He’s the first one I told.”

“Oh, no,” Tom whispered.

“Yeah, oh no,” Sebastian said. “Dating my sister’s one thing, Holland, but knocking her up is different. What, you’ve got an aversion to condoms or something? I’m gonna kill you.”

“Hey, Sebastian,” Tom chuckled lightly. “Look, it was an accident--”

“Oh, ‘cause that makes it better?” Sebastian scoffed. “Jesus Christ, you’re lucky you’re not here right now--”

“Shut up, both of you,” you sighed. “Tommy, you swear you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” Tom repeated. “I’m so thankful. Thank you, my love, thank you.”

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader angst #tom holland x reader fluff #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #literally writing this is such a self insert bc my brother is a lot older than me and acts JUST how i'm making seb act #so i guess yall are meeting my brother matthew here too #lol

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sicparvismorrigan · 3 years

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Big Fun

Sam helps you feel better after you lose your temper.

Uncharted/Sam Drake/Post-U4

Viewpoint: 1st person gender-neutral reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: ~2.6k [complete]

Okay, outing myself a little here in the hopes that it’ll be a comfort to at least one other person. This happens…more often than I would like. I’m working on it.

This came about because of a discussion with @writingawaymylife thanks Aerin!

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“Oh, for fuck’s sake, are you shitting me!”

You finally lose what little patience you had left and punch the wall. Underneath the cheap wallpaper it’s solid concrete and you instantly regret your feral outburst. There’s a millisecond of nothing before the pain comes rushing in, and then you’re bent double, clutching the wrist of your injured hand with the other and groaning.

You try and flex your fingers to check if they’re broken, but you can’t really tell. It’s too late. Your hand is numb within the minute. Shit, that’s really going to hurt in the morning.

You’re clumsy anyway, it’s the way it’s always been and the way it always will be. You know what you need to do, how you need to move, but your body won’t respond how you want it to. You’re always dropping plates and glasses, smashing them to bits. Usually when you’re already running late, and then you have to waste more time by scurrying around looking for a dustpan to get rid of the evidence.

You’re forever bumping into things, stubbing your toes and taking layers of skin off your shoulders and shins when you walk straight into doorframes. When you try and pour things you spill them more often than not. Yet more mess to clean up, yet more time wasted.

Your fingers just won’t work sometimes, often so badly it takes you multiple attempts to tie your shoes. And when it’s cold you’re practically useless. You just give up and tuck the laces into the shoes, feeling them rub through your socks, promising yourself to fix them once you’re back in the warm, everything will work out as long as you don’t trip over your own feet before you get there.

It’s the most frustrating thing in the world. Normally you can shrug it off, you’re used to it by now. But things had been going wrong all day, even without your clumsiness, and matters just came to a head.

You remember exactly what caused you to erupt into expletives and punch the wall. It had already been a frustrating day, work was a pain in the ass, as usual. All of the most awkward customers in the world had decided to descend upon you right before your break. By the time you got home you were in a pretty foul mood. Too wound up to relax, you decided to take a load of laundry downstairs to put in the washer.

You attempted to, anyway. After trying and failing 3 times to pick up the same damn sock from the floor of your room that your fingers just would not grasp, you’d given up and kicked it away under the bed in anger. Oh sure, couldn’t pick it up but you managed to land a furious kick the first time around.

Though you were trying your best to manoeuvre around the doorframe with the pile of clothes you still bumped off it with your shoulder, muttering ouch as the latch scraped your arm. Then you overcompensated by moving too much in the other direction and stubbed your toe on the corner of the door. Instant pain that made you see red.

The pile of clothes in your arms were promptly thrown on the floor in a fit of rage. That was when you punched the wall. And now you’re a sorry state, fingers throbbing and face red, trying not to scream.

Oh shit, you hear Sam moving around in his room down the hall. There’s no way he didn’t hear you. Well, this is embarrassing. There isn’t time to pick everything up and hightail it down the stairs before he catches you, not with your mangled claw out of action.

You hear his door creak open. You slowly turn around and stare guiltily at your roommate as he pokes his head around the doorframe.

“I heard…” He takes in the sight of the pile of laundry scattered on the floor and you holding up your tingling hand, still hopping from foot to foot. “Jeez, again?”

***

Sam is your friend Elena’s brother-in-law, or something like that. You aren’t clear on how exactly they’re related, but you knew her from college, long before she got married. She heard you were looking for a new roommate a few months back, and she got in touch, telling you she knew just the person.

You baulked initially when you got a phone call from her after sparse contact over the last few years. You were actually enjoying living by yourself again, though money was a bit tighter. Your last roommate was pleasant enough at first, however they soon turned out to be a nightmare, it was a relief to get rid of them. But you liked Elena a lot, and you did owe her one or two favours. For some reason she thought you and Sam would hit it off.

And much to your surprise, you did. You were a bit nervous of him to begin with, but Sam turned out to be so laid back he was almost horizontal. The perfect foil to your occasionally manic energy. Living with him was easy, there weren’t any awkward silences. If you were in the same room but didn’t feel like talking, he was fine with it.

Your apartment was pretty basic but he seemed happy there with you. He even made you dinner sometimes when you’d had a tough day and you’d just come in and flop face down on the sofa. Sam would wordlessly stand up and then half an hour later come back through to get you with the same phrase every time. “You gonna eat something, or what?”

Elena had reassured you he probably wouldn’t even be there a lot of the time. He just needed somewhere to touch base every few weeks, she turned out to be correct.

You didn’t even really know what Sam did. He didn’t appear to have a job, he was almost always home during the day and seemed to spend a lot of time on your Playstation (“our Playstation” according to Sam). But he came up with his half of the rent every month and then disappeared again for a few weeks. You didn’t ask, not your business. You’d started to find the house too quiet and empty when he wasn’t there and you were always waiting to hear the keys in the lock and his joking “Honey, I’m home!” whenever he came back.

After moving in it didn’t take him long to pick up on your quirks, or notice that you were more accident-prone than the average person. It had led to the only argument you’d ever had with him.

One time while making dinner you’d dropped a plate and cursed yourself as it cracked in half on the tiled floor. You’d stared daggers at him, daring him to say a word about it. You totally weren’t expecting what he did next.

He’d just looked at you dead in the eyes as he pushed another plate off the counter. Exactly like a cat would.

You blew up at him. “What in the hell did you do that for? Now there’s twice as many sharp bits to clear up!”

“It’s just a plate.” He had shrugged, leaning back on the counter.

“What’s your damn point?”

“That it really doesn’t matter, and that I don’t care that we’ve had to replace pretty much everything in this kitchen since I moved in.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Not everything. You owe me a plate now.”

“You know, maybe we should invest in plastic ones.”

“We are adults Sam! And it’s not good for the environment.”

“And the current… situation is not good for your bank account!”

“Just because you’re used to plastic cutlery.” Kind of a cheap shot, but you’re still mad. You’d gathered he’d done jail time, but you didn’t dare ask what for, or how long. You caught him saying weird things sometimes and eventually realised it was because his concept of time was a little warped. He kept referring to the 90’s like it was only last week, instead of nearly 20 years ago.

Sam just laughed at your plastic cutlery comment, not at all offended. “Yeah, and I like living here so much I’m willing to do that if it means you’ll stop beating yourself up.”

“I’ll think about it.” You grumbled. But you got some plastic cups and plates on your way home from work the next day. Sam was right, it was a lot better, though it made you feel like a kid again.

As you’d gotten more comfortable with Sam you’d given up trying to hide the fact you were a walking health hazard and didn’t stifle your curses anymore.

At first he seemed amused by your clumsiness, he even laughed the first few times you did something stupid. But he quickly realised how upsetting your lack of control over your own limbs was for you, because it happened so damn often. He stopped making fun as soon as he noticed you couldn’t laugh it off with him. It wasn’t a joke to you. From then on he’d been surprisingly nice, he always attempted to make you feel better when it got too much.

***

Even so, right now as you were having a stand-off with him in the hallway, you gritted your teeth and tried to keep your voice even. Stay calm, he’s just concerned. “Yes, again.”

“What did it ever do to you? Y’know, standing there, being all wall-like…stopping our house from collapsing?”

“I lost my temper again. Punched the damn thing.”

He shook his head. “I’ve told you, you’ve got to look after those hands.”

“But they’re so fuc-“ You stop and sigh when he raises an eyebrow. Calm. “Flipping useless. I’m useless.”

“Not true.” Sam steps out of his room and walks in your direction. On the way he kicks a rogue sock back onto the main pile of mess on the floor. “Take that, you scoundrel.”

“I just wish my brain worked normally.”

“Your brain is fine. Your music taste on the other hand.” Sam moved his hand up and down in an ‘ehhhhhh’ motion and shook his head. “No no.”

He’s kidding, of course he is. Damn his sense of humour. But you don’t feel like smiling just yet. It still fucking hurts. “I think I broke something this time.” You really thumped the wall. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve actually done damage.

“You want me to check?”

“Please.”

You hold out your hand for him and he carefully wiggles and stretches your fingers one by one, watching your face for any reaction. You wince once he gets to your thumb. Oh, that one hurts the worst.

“No, thumb on the inside? For real?” Sam looked at you in disbelief.

“Apparently so.”

“That’ll learn you. That’s like rule number one of punching anything.”

You sigh. “Anything broken?”

“No, we’re all good. But keep your thumb on the outside next time or you really will break it.”

“Surprisingly, I wasn’t really focusing on technique that much. Oh hey, you should check this one again.” You hold your middle finger aloft.

“Very funny.” But he smirks at you, knowing he’s helping you feel better.

“Come on, you do that one to me all the time.”

“Learning from the best, what can I say? Oh, shit…” Sam’s staring past you.

“What, what’s wrong?” You glance back in the direction he’s looking.

Sam moves to the wall, right where you just punched and looks at you in faux-panic. “I need a medic!”

“Really?” You watch in amazement as he starts to do something to the wall which looks an awful lot like the chest compressions from CPR. Wow, he’s very committed to this bit.

“We’re losing them!”

“Sam, there’s barely a scuff on the wallpaper. I definitely came off worse.”

“I need a crash cart stat!” He yells at nobody in particular.

“Jesus Christ. You’ve been watching too many daytime medical dramas.” You just shake your head, but the corners of your mouth are threatening to twitch upwards.

“Have not…Beeeeeeeeeep! Aw, we lost them. RIP.” He finally steps away from the wall and shrugs. “I tried.”

“You’re such a goofball.” At least you’re smiling now.

“Hey, it worked didn’t it? Frown upside down.” He squeezes your shoulder. “You really did a number on that wall though, huh? I heard it all the way down there. Hell, I felt it. Made the stuff on the shelves rattle.”

“Yeah, I’ve had a bad day. A really bad day. People are assholes.” You glance down at the pile of laundry still littering the floor. “I should pick this up.”

“Do you have to right now?”

“Well, yeah…I was on the way downstairs to wash it.”

“I’m not sure the structural integrity of our house could take it if you had another…incident on the way to the washer. That wall’s concrete but you’re gonna end up going clean through one of the others. Then you’ll lose our security deposit.”

“My security deposit.”

“Right, right, right. That doesn’t mean you can punch holes wherever you like.”

“You could fix it though if I did?”

“Yeah, I guess. Y’know, I’ve never really asked you about it before, but talk me through it, what goes on in your head right before you flip out?”

“I don’t know, I just…see red and it happens before I can stop it.”

“Uh-huh.” He’s nodding. Bizarrely, he doesn’t look too freaked out to you admitting you pretty much go into berserker mode over minor inconveniences. “I know you can’t do anything about having 2 left feet, but you can do something about letting it get to you.”

“What, count to 10 or something?” You ask, mocking. Like you haven’t heard that one before.

“Yeah, seriously.” You get the impression he’s talking from experience. “It works, don’t question it.”

Screw it, he’s being really nice. At least he understands it’s not because you’re an idiot, it’s because your brain isn’t wired like most peoples. And he was right about the plastic plates. “Alright. I’ll try.”

“And you come tell me if this thing pisses you off again, I’ll deal with it.” Sam shakes his fist at the wall. He really is an idiot sometimes. But he does make you laugh. He’s your idiot.

“Gotcha.” You give him a thumbs-up with both hands, wincing again, the movement hurts.

He gives you a sly look. “How about you flex those fingers, and we play a game awhile. Crash Bandicoot maybe?”

“Again? I’ve got loads to do….” You fidget anxiously. you know what he’s up to though. Trying to get you to chill out.

“Just for a little bit. Scared I’ll beat ya?”

“Pffft, not even close, but I’m at a disadvantage this time.” There’s still no way he can win.

“I resent that, I’m getting pretty good.”

“You just mash the buttons.” It’s a fact and he knows it.

“C’mon, c’mon. I gotta at least beat your high score before I have to leave again.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I’m in. Let’s go!” You nod in the direction of the stairs.

“Loser deals with that later on.” He points at the abandoned pile of laundry on the floor.

“Deal, don’t go easy on me.” You step around it and follow him to the sitting room. Even with a crippled hand you’re pretty sure you can thrash him. “Elena and I used to play this in college, wonder if she still has it…”

***

Thank you for reading!

Yeah…I am not just clumsy, I am more like ‘danger to myself and others’ levels of uncoordinated. But I can’t be the only one! Don’t worry, Sam’s got your back ;) Also the title is the song Big Fun from Heathers the Musical because once again it has invaded my life. The whole soundtrack has been on a loop for days now. I LOVE IT. Punch the wall and start a fight!

- Sam Drake and Elena Fisher belong to Naughty Dog/the Uncharted creative team and I (sadly) take no ownership of them.

- This work is not for profit though it belongs to me and I must be credited when copying or reposting elsewhere

- As mentioned before reader is intended to be gender-neutral so please interpret this fic however you like. This is my first x Reader fic published and first g/n reader viewpoint I’ve attempted so I hope I did okay. I myself identify as mostly female so that’s what I normally write because it’s easier for me to connect with. But this was fun.

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