A/N: hi, i literally have writer’s block but i am having jean brain rot, and attack on titan is getting to the point where it hurts to watch so I’m just going to ignore canon duh. Vera is pretty much a faceless character, I also take no credit for any of the photo’s i use unless i state otherwise, but most of them will be taken from google, Pinterest, we heart it, tumblr, etc. so credit to original owners! Anyways enjoy my mental state :DD -p<3
Vera hardly cared if she was seen as thirsty. For Jean Kirstein, she was and she would admit it to everyone online. Vera was a huge Kirstein’s Crew fan and loved their music. But that fateful Monday morning, while under the influence she all but expected for her tweet to blow up or worse, for the person she was talking about to actually notice.
Jean, however, being the early bird he naturally was took notice in how his Twitter seemed to bombard him with tweets asking if his band’s next theme can be western/cowboy, others simply asking for him to put a cowboy hat on. He didn’t understand until his band mate and best friend, Marco Bodt had mentioned the original tweet.
Vera awoke later in the morning to hundreds of notifications on her phone, alarmed she sat up in bed and began to dig into the events that unfolded only hours after her tweet was published. She felt her stomach flutter and she she nearly screamed when she found Jean’s response.
My other account @http//deadlyaffairs.tumblr.com was terminated... and I want to know why? I was on it the other day, I’m so confused. I want it back. LITERALLY ALL MY WORKS ARE ON THERE! Stuff I worked hard on all down the drain... for WHAT?!
Hey hon, I'm a part of your birthday writing challenge and not gonna lie it was a struggle for me to write something that I thought would fit the prompt I choose. Well anyways I just wanted to let you know that I'm still doing Peter Parker for the fluff prompt #1 it's just also going to be Spider-Man? I mean I know its the same person but I just wanted to let you know in case that was something you needed to know cus I had previously only said Peter... ok thanks :)
hi love, you know you still have a lot of time to write your fic, and if you’re still struggling with this prompt you can choose another one if you want, don’t put too much pressure on you! and thanks for letting me know
deadlyaffairs replied to your post “okay ladies heres The Deal: i kinda realized i need to cut my hair...”
go crazy, aaaahhh go stupid asgfghjksd but honestly.... risk it babe. It's hair, it'll grow back.
okay i see your point but also: i have curly hair so even when it grows it doesnt look like it grows you know. and every day is basically different with it
If you combine Tom with babies this is going to happen, @deadlyaffairs I was also inspired by your story, I’m really into angst right now and you had me in tears with your story so yes I needed to make some aesthetics ♡ I’m loving your story and Ben is just so precious ♡ And as always I can never decide between aesthetics so this happens hahahahaha hope you like them
Summary: y/n finds out she’s pregnant, but she and Tom get into an argument about moving to America. 3 years pass and Tom finally comes home where he finds out his parents and ex-girlfriend have been keeping a secret from him.
a/n: This series isn’t discontinued or on hiatus, I just suck at updating. I do apologize but college sucks plus I have really bad coping mechanisms for life and problems.
Word Count: 1.3k
Tom felt his throat begin to swell up as panic rose throughout his body, his heart felt like it was beating a hundred miles per second. Ben was patiently awaiting an answer looking right up at him and Tom swore that there must have been a spotlight on him at that moment.
“I can- Uh Yeah I can hold you.” Tom finally answers, his insides mushing together. He let out a small breath of air as Ben smiled and scooted to the side, making room for Tom.
A smile made its way across Tom’s features as Ben held an innocent look, his tiny hand patting the empty space gesturing Tom to take it so Ben could easily crawl into Tom.
y/n watched as Tom almost turtle-like made his way onto the hospital bed, it looks as if Tom was trying not to frighten the boy. She knew she should not have felt a pang of jealousy course through her, but skin-to-skin was her favorite thing after Ben was born. However, she pushed aside the feeling since the overall feeling of glee was stronger.
“I’ll get a nurse in here as soon as possible for the test.” The Doctor cuts in as he makes his getaway.
y/n catches Tom’s eyes as she turns back to look at the two in the bed. Tom wants to call her over to take Ben’s now vacant spot beside him, but he feels like that could be too much.
“Mama... Peppa, please?” Ben asks as he made himself comfortable on Tom’s lap. Ben turns to look up at Tom. “You hold me, member?” his head leaning into Tom’s chest
Tom laughs a little, “Sorry bud.” Tom places his arm loosely around Ben, an odd sensation at first. Ben is tiny but skin soft and warm.
“Yes or no?” Ben asks and y/n sighs.
“Ok baby, only until the Doctor comes back alright? Then you have to say goodbye to Peppa.”
Ben pouts but, nods his head ultimately agreeing. A young nurse walked in shortly after and smiled at the three. “Hi, there I’m here to see Benjamin Thomas Holland?”
Tom glanced at y/n who stared straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. “I think that’s for you bud,” Tom says gently, Ben tucks himself into Tom his eyes glazing over as tears filled his eyes. “I got you. I promise.” Tom whispers and squeezes Ben to reassure.
The nurse smiles and leans forward. y/n watches suddenly aware of just how close she has become to Tom and her child. Their child... From where she stands she moves to sit on the bed next to Tom.
Tom tries to hide the small grin but looks at the nurse. “Where are you going to- um you know.”
“Just his arm, painless really. May hurt you two more than it does him.” She says trying to ease some of the tension. She rolls Ben’s sleeve up and wipes his skin where she’s going to place the needle to take some blood. “We never need too much from children, and since we’re fairly certain this is just common flu-” she drones on distracting the three of them as she sticks the needle in, retracting blood, removing it all before she finishes. “We don’t want to cause too much distress.”
Ben winces but does not react other than that. Tom let out a breath of air he had not realized he was holding and y/n nods listening, knowing all too well how these procedures work in order to keep children from throwing tantrums mid-shot.
“And we’re all done, you’re a real trooper Benjamin. I’ll be sure to let the Doctor know what a great job you did letting us take care of you.” She smiles as she packs everything before walking out.
y/n grabs Ben’s hand “Was that scary?”
Ben shakes his head, and y/n smiles pressing a kiss to the top of his head before taking her phone out and letting him grab it. She leans back and looks at Tom. “I’m really sorry about... everything and I’m really happy you decided to come even though you said-”
Tom shakes his head, “I’m scared, I’m really scared.” y/n nods and looks down. knowing he was deadlocked on what he said.
“Give him a chance.”
It’s a plea, gentle and low but loud enough that Tom feels it in his chest.
Days have gone by and it seemed like everything was back to normal. Ben was beginning to feel better, things at the flower shop were breezing by and y/n was ahead of her assignments.
It was refreshing, to say the least. It really had only been a couple of days or close to two weeks that the whole Tom coming back and revealing Ben to the people she had kept in the dark for so long.
“Hey... you doing ok mama?” Serena asked putting the broom away.
y/n nods but sighs, “I don’t know why I even asked him. Why I even called him, I mean I do, but I hate myself for it.”
Serena shook her head “But you shouldn’t, look you helped me through my whole relationship with Damien and I’m going to tell you what you told me. You’re going to feel how you’re going to feel about it and you shouldn’t hate yourself for still caring about him. Accepting that you still love him but can’t be with him is going to help you get over him.”
“I hate when you use my words against me.”
They share a laugh before Serena sighs and places her hand atop y/n’s, looking her straight in the eyes. “I don’t want to give you false hope... but who says you can’t?”
“You did just now.” y/n jokes
Serena tilts her head with a raised brow, “y/n... really. Why are you so hellbent on it. It’s clear that there are unresolved feelings there, not just on your part. He came to the shop and then the hospital? Maybe he’s not ready to be a dad today or tomorrow but that doesn’t mean he won’t ever be.”
“Rena... the walls I’m building aren’t to protect me...”
It’s silent for a beat, only a beat before Serena speaks up “You can’t protect Ben from this. He needs a mom and a dad.”
“Who says I can’t be both?”
“No one is saying that you’ve done so well by yourself. But he has the chance to have it, don’t you want to give him that?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then what’s a little pain.”
The conversation with Serena really left y/n in a bigger turmoil than before. She knew that there were points made but it didn’t stop her own fear. She glanced back at the living-room where Ben had built a fort and was in his own little world, so innocent to what is going on around him.
“Bedtime baby.”
“No mama I’m not tired.”
“But you need to sleep before school, don’t you want to see your friends?”
“I miss Nan.”
“We can see her after school tomorrow.”
Ben is quiet for a bit before he comes out of the fort, he’s holding his box of toys that carry a variety.”
“You say goodnight to them?”
“Yesh,”
He sets the box on the ground before taking off in the direction of his bedroom. Suddenly very eager. y/n giggles and follows after him. When she reaches the doorway he’s pushing the button on his nightlight. “Otay, night mama.” He says as he crawls into bed. He touches his mouth as he makes a kissy face.
“Goodnight baby.” y/n leans down and kisses his lips, nose, and forehead. She stands and turns the light off, she stays there for a moment as she watches him look up at the ceiling catching the night lights shades of different shapes.
Once she enters her bedroom, she changes into more comfortable clothing. She bites her bottom lip as she glances at her phone. There are no notifications and she wasn’t expecting any, however, she could feel her pulse spike at the idea she was having.
She unlocked it and opened messages, her fingers began to type out a message, and before she could really even think about it she pressed send.
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This is part of my lil challenge, where I am challenging myself to write for seven days straight. Pray for me.
Prompt: “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”
Words: 1,052
Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
A/N: Sorry for any errors hope people like it! Day two of my challenge will be out around the same time tomorrow, maybe later. ENJOY sorry I was feeling Cevans fluff!
You mouthed the lyrics to Fergie’s Glamourous to your reflection as you blended out the dark brown shade with a taupe green shade, taking your time to cut your crease and add a light shimmer in your inner corner. You made sure you applied your lashes with intent, laying down lash glue where the lashes were going to be placed followed by mascara, and then adding lash glue to the lash itself, adding mascara once more for extra security.
The final step in your make-up process, lipgloss is added, you pucker your lips and massage the gloss into the skin. You give the mirror some Blue Steel moments before standing, walking away from your vanity momentarily to slip on the dress that was laid out on the bed.
The creme color dress is strapless and very casual, the fabric is cotton and stops mid-calve. Before you can even start to put the stilettos on, Chris, your boyfriend walks into the bedroom. He’s dressed in a creme colored knitted sweater, with dark washed denim jeans and a tan coat.
Chris tilts his head down as he watches you. “Honey... I thought we agreed.”
You smiled up at him innocently. “I know, I know, I know. But you can’t rush perfection.”
A grin stretches it’s way onto Chris’s features. “Aren’t you the one who tells me that I shouldn’t put too much effort into my appearance for family functions.”
“Chris dear, I am a woman. I have different expectations, especially since this is your family we’re seeing.”
“They already love you.”
“Oh that’s without a doubt, I’m fabulous, what’s not to love? However, I still have to look good. We’re not married yet, so I have to put the effort in.” You stand and strut to the closest mirror, seeing your full body. Your small imperfections that have taken years to love pause your confidence for a second before you catch Chris’s blue eyes drinking your appearance in with complete admiration and love.
“You said yet.”
“What?”
“Just now... you said ‘we’re not married yet,’“
Your face flushes as heat spreads throughout your body. It’s a mixture of embarrassment but, also desire. “Did I?”
“Don’t play coy Honey,”
For a while it’s silent, the sound of music emitting from your phone is the only noise but you were both staring at the other with a whimsical look. You had been in an exclusive relationship with Chris for three years and from the very moment, you met him you fell for him.
He was charismatic, intelligent, funny, and down-to-earth. You knew a year into the relationship you wanted to marry him. But your own insecurities got the better of you, plus he had always seemed adamant on his stance with marriage. He wanted it but, with the right person and at the right time.
“We should get going before your brother starts talking shit about me being a bad influence again.” You say breaking the spell. You pull on a long, taupe green coat and move past Chris to retrieve your phone from it’s charging spot on your vanity.
Chris smiles “I have to quickly grab a surprise present for my parents, I’ll meet you downstairs.” He says as he walks towards his closet. You think nothing of it since it’s in his nature to pull something like this.
You’re downstairs with Dodger at your feet, he’s staring at you intently or more importantly he’s staring at the plate macaroni and cheese you are holding. “Sorry bub, when we get home I’ll have a plate for you.” You wink trying to see if he’ll understand and with the wag of his tail you are hopefull.
Chris is downstairs within a few minutes. You see he is holding nothing and raise a perfectly sculpted brow.
“Your parents' gift dear?”
“I’ve got it, Honey.”
The car ride is peaceful, Chris knows you love Christmas music and has had his Sirus XM tuned to the holiday station since the beginning of the month. Your left hand is atop Chris’s and you make it to his parent’s home in good time.
“Chris.” Says his brother Scott, as he opened the front door.
“Scott.”
“Honey.” You say interjecting yourself in their playful banter. Scott turns away from his brother sending you a wide grin.
“Hello y/n, how are you? Come inside.”
You both enter and immediately Miles runs at Chris full speed, he has grown quite a bit but still only reaches Chris’s torso. You both say hello to everyone, you kiss Lisa on the cheek and give hugs to the rest.
An hour and a half have past and you’re all done eating, some still picking at the food but mostly everyone is listening in on the conversation that’s being held. Everyone cutting in and saying what they have to say. You loved spending time with Chris’s family, they were all good company and it felt like home.
“Uh haha can I have everyone’s attention?” Chris says, it's deep and resonates within the room. You straighten in your seat because Chris hardly uses the tone outside of the bedroom.
Everyone gives him their undivided attention. He turns to you however and you suddenly feel anxious. The pit of your stomach knotting up in fear. “y/n, I love you. I love you so much, These past three years have meant everything to me. I wouldn’t be who I am without you by my side, for years I didn’t know anyone could bring me such happiness the way you do. I’ve been waiting all my life for you. Honey, will you give me the greatest honor of marrying me?”
You are stunned and left speechless but the moment Chris gets one knee on the ground you leap forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes! Of course! I love you so much!”
Chris stands, pulling you up with him. His family is clapping and his parents stand, congratulating you both. You are crying as Chris slides the ring onto your finger. His parents hug you both first before his siblings. The children might not understand what is happening but the hug you both as well.
You kiss Chris once everyone is done as you pull away you lean into his ear, “To the rest of my life with you dear.”
Summary: y/n is a fresh face in the acting industry, she befriends Zendaya fairly quickly and is then introduced to Tom, who doesn’t leave the best impression. But before acting, y/n majored in communications.
Word Count: 1k
It was easy to make friends in this industry, you have to have a keen eye in order to see which ones were real and which were not. Tom got along with most of the people he met whether it be from movie sets, interviews, or just in general during press tours and whatnot.
Zendaya was the one who introduced Tom to a costar of hers she met on Euphoria, y/n l/n. y/n played a minor role, an extra of sorts and really only had two episodes under her belt.
y/n was a treat all around; funny, smart, talented. She had been nervous to meet any of Zendaya’s friends after Z brought up the idea of welcoming y/n to her small clique and since they were all pretty much more experienced in the industry while she was still beginning, it made her all the more anxious.
When Zendaya first introduced Tom to y/n it appeared to be a pleasant first impression, however, apparently things aren’t always as they seem.
Tom and y/n didn’t get along. Tom had practically called y/n out for being “reserved,” “cold,” and “slightly bitchy.” y/n had sensed she wasn’t going to get along with his very outspoken personality. Everything he did after their initial meeting seemed to come from a place of malice. But there was one thing y/n could not ignore, she knew that she simply had negative gestalts of Tom. She knew that her schooling did give her explanations for what and why she was the way she was with Tom.
Zendaya asked once what it was that y/n found so repulsing, and she thought about it before coming to the conclusion.
“I don’t know. You say he’s a nice guy and I want to believe that but for some reason, I just—I can’t.”
Zendaya gave her a small sigh but nodded nonetheless. “Are you sure it’s not just sexual tension?”
“It’s definitely just like part of the horn effect.”
“I’m sorry what?”
Unbeknownst to either Zendaya or y/n, Tom had been listening to the pair talk. He didn’t mean to invade their privacy but, since he was the topic of discussion he didn’t feel that bad for listening. He either didn’t hear the rest of their conversation where y/n droned on about the different styles of communication or he choose not to, either way, Tom had something on y/n, or so he thought.
Afterward, Tom made it his mission to tease y/n as subtly as possible without giving away the information he possessed. For months y/n endured as much of his teasing as she could. She would be lying if she said that her insides didn’t melt at the muscle flexes, the lingering touches, or the smoldering looks he’d send her way.
While shooting Far From Home Zendaya was allowed to invite a few of her friends to the set since she knew that y/n was interested in the acting business and also a marvel fanatic, Z invited y/n who refused the invitation a few times since she didn’t want to be a bother and also because she didn’t want to be in the same proximity as Tom, or so that’s what she told Zendaya because yet again she would be lying if she said the idea of seeing Tom after he bulked up for the film didn’t get her slightly heated.
Tom had noticed y/n right away and made his way towards her, as she spotted the Brit coming towards her she forced herself to grimace, but her stomach fluttered.
“Aw don’t be like that love.” He said with a shit-eating grin
“I can’t help it, the sight of you makes me wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.” She countered with a small smirk.
“Deny it all you want. I know it’s me you think about when you’re horny.”
Upon hearing his words her heart fell right into her ass. “You must be joking.” Her heart racing.
“Your own words darling.”
“Since when Dutch.” She said putting up a front while her insides churned.
A while back y/n had mentioned to Zendaya that while she found Tom to be insufferable, she was attracted to him and had joked that she wouldn’t mind hate-fucking the man. She felt like Tom could see the sweat forming above her brow. She wasn’t sure if Z had let it slip but, she doubted that was the case since Zendaya wasn’t the type of person.
y/n’s anxiety skyrocketed as a smug look appeared. Tom would be a horrible person to bring light to the fact that she was indeed defensive. Tom figured it didn’t hurt.
“You’re pretty defensive for someone who is playing coy.”
“Defensive? Ok, I am not... I just don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Have you forgotten, we’re not friends.” She said trying to act nonchalant.
“No, I don’t think I have forgotten love. I have a pretty good memory if I do say so myself. Something about sexual tension and the horny effect.”
y/n knew that just seconds ago his look had been tortuous, and her nerves were through the roof with his words but she couldn’t have been giddier than when she heard him say that last thing. “Oh, Tom... that is.” She couldn’t stop the grin taking over her features.
Tom was confused because her reaction was not what he expected. She looked like she wanted to burst into laughter. Given just previously she looked about ready to shit bricks.
“I can’t wait to tell Z about this.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re such a bloke Tom, of course, that's what you’d hear from eavesdropping.”
Still completely lost Tom tried to piece together what she meant by that.
“I was talking about the horn effect, it’s literally a cognitive bias.”
“Darling... you’ll never hear me say this again but English please.”
y/n sighed and shook her head, the fun suddenly sucked out of the situation. “Basically it’s a judgment that someone makes based solely on one encounter that was negative. It’s a reference to the devil’s horns.”
