#you gotta cheer for everyone in the jam circle or the energy of the circle dies

[ghostoffuturespast]

Really wish Tumblr had an actual mute function.

Like a full block is excessive in this scenario (no one's done anything wrong, I'm just annoyed) but the block tag function is not doing it for me rn because I can still see the posts and my annoyance is slowly morphing into rage. And the envy monster is not a good look for me.

I enjoy hyping people up, I really do, but it's really fucking hard to keep doing it when they don't do it for you too.

[spongeguyandlelouchvibridankia]

V-DAY Gift for @pikablob (OWL HOUSE)

@pikablob hope everyone likes this!

“Luz Noceda, I am the all knowing pan of nap! To succeed in your quest, you must answer one question: What would Eda prefer… Pancakes, or waffles?! MWAHAHAHA!” 

It was 9 o’clock in the morning at The Owl House, but you wouldn’t know it with how sleepy the whole place was: Hooty had not said a single thing the entire morning (a true rarity), still snoring peacefully, King was still sleeping on Luz’s sleeping bag, tail lightly flowing in the wind. 

And then there was Eda; the strongest witch in the Boiling Iles was not much of a morning person, to say the least, and she was snoring loudly, collapsed over her bed as if she had worked hard all night. Well, she hadn’t, but she was exhausted for a different reason: The curse. 

See, Eda was cursed as a child with the not so fun predicament of turning into an owl monster at night, if she did not take a certain elixir every day. This predicament didn’t always hurt, but boy did it drain her energy. And so, she was spread across the bed, clearly in pain. 

And that was why Luz Noceda, precocious witch apprentice and all around good girl, was planning to surprise her mentor with a breakfast in bed. 

There was just one teeny weeny problem: Luz had never actually made breakfast before for anyone. She HAD cooked sometimes with her mother, but her distracted nature was such that she barely remembered how to make any of the breakfasts she made. 

But was something as small and unimportant as having zero knowledge of said subject going to stop Luz? Hardly! 

Having already covered her entire shirt with avocado stains, Luz looked for the thousandth time to see if her avocado toast was not gone, before resuming her attention on the rest of the menu: Combining her favorite Dominican and American breakfast choices, Luz had decided to make an Avocado toast (the toaster had made her jump so badly she had bruised her hand on the floor, but thankfully it was just a scratch!), fried eggs (how fast do those things fry? Probably not fast she assumed), fried cheese (gotta make it melt, like bloooooood, oooooohhhhhh), sausages (Luz had once learned what was inside those things, but she couldn’t help but love their taste. Besides, Eda liked eating gross things that would kill a normal person) and of course, Pancakes!

Luz had all the ingredients in separate pans, which was making it hard to focus: With one hand, she began to see the pancakes rise, making her hungry, so she took a bite out of a stick that she had randomly jammed in her hair. “Tastes like a pop culture reference.”, she thought, grinning.

With the other hand, she made sure the egg was frying. It kept making this sizzling sound she liked, so she started to dance a little to its beat, before pulling two of the strings she had attached to the other pans to see if they were cooking well: The sausages were still swimming pretty with the mini trunks she had made them, and the fried cheese was melting wonderfully, and Luz put a smiley face sticker on it. 

It was going quite well, Luz thought, as she whiffed in the food and grinned in satisfaction: She was actually getting something right for once, and for Eda no less! 

Luz closed her eyes for a moment and thought about the Owl Lady that had taken her in to give her a reason to be taken in by anyone. Luz had only really been here for about 3 weeks, yet somehow, she felt incredibly close to her teacher. Perhaps it was because Eda was cool and wise, as Luz always wanted to be; perhaps it was Eda’s sass and total self confidence in her identity, something Luz wanted but was always shut down for; and perhaps it was something so much simpler… 

Perhaps Luz just wanted a mother who loved her for her. 

Luz didn’t really want to think about any of that stuff, so she tried to shake those thoughts from her head and instead focus on the food, which was starting to smell funny. 

“Oh no!”, Luz thought, getting worried. “I’m about to send Eda’s breakfast to hell!” Luz didn’t want to send anyone to hell! That was the work of the devil! Well, him and survey takers! 

“No time for games… I have to be 100 percent on the job! Nothing can surprise me!”, Luz declared, only to be surprised by the now awake King looking down at her from the top of her head. 

“What’s cookin’, daddy-o?”, he asked, and Luz shrieked, nearly falling down on the floor. King laughed maniacally at this. “YES! YES! I AM terrifying! Quake! Quake at my power!” He then sniffed Luz all over, tickling her with his nose. “YOU MADE FOOD? PLEASE FEED ME! I’LL BE LESS SCARY, I PROMISE!” 

Luz couldn’t help but laugh as she stood up again and scratched behind the demon’s ears. “You’re a VERY adorable demon king, King, but this isn’t for you.” 

King gasped in betrayal. “TRAITOR! I thought you loved me, but I guess I have no friends!”

 Luz then kissed his forehead and he relented. “Fine, I still love you, GIMMIE FOOD!” 

Luz shook her head and giggled, as she finally resumed her work. “No, King! These are for Eda! I want to make her feel better after the rough night she had!” 

King pouted and crossed his arms. “And what makes you think I didn’t have a bad night?”

 Luz wagged her finger at him. “Let’s see: You snuggled me all night!”

 “I CAN’T HELP IT IF YOU’RE HUGGABLE!”

“Quiet, I don’t want to wake Eda up!”, Luz replied, and she feasted her eyes on her work: It seemed so close to being ready! She just had to check if the eggs were fried enough, and those black bits at the end of the egg seemed to tell a good story! 

Slowly and surely, she touched the egg while it still sizzled and… 

“HOOCHIE MAMA I’M ON FIRE!”, Luz cried in pain, as she ran around the room, looking for water for her boo boo on her pinkie! 

King, now very alert, ran to find his band aid kit. “DON’T WORRY, LUZ, I’M COMING!”

Luz was busy running around and around in circles crying in pain as the rest of the food overcooked... And the lightbulb shattered when she accidentally struck it… And Hooty said something VERY RUDE as she bumped into him… And now she was covered with bruises and scratches and a burn... And everything looked bad. 

She almost wanted to sob: Why had she not thought that touching a fried egg on the frying pan as it fried would hurt her? That didn’t make any sense! 

She sighed, looking down with shame: How would this be good enough for Eda? She had totally screwed up. 

King, who had already given her her band aid, sat down next to her and, looking a little sad himself, patted her on the back. “Don’t worry, Luz! I’m sure Eda will like it!” 

“What makes you think that? I ruined everything! She’s probably going to hate it!”, Luz cried, feeling horrible. She didn’t DESERVE Eda, and now she ruined her breakfast! She might as well be kicked out! 

“Now, let’s not overreact! It’s just a slightly burned breakfast!” 

“Your point?”, Luz asked, sniffling.

King wasn’t sure what his point was, he had only wanted to cheer Luz up. Why had he wanted to do that? He was the king of demons! “Well, duh, because I lo…”, he started, and then it hit him. 

Clearing his throat, he looked straight into her eyes. “Luz, why did you want to do this?” 

“To…”, Luz started, not wanting to state her real reason. At least, her MOST real reason. “…To cheer Eda up.” 

“Ok, now tell me: Does Eda care for you?”, King asked, as seriously as possible. 

Luz considered this: did Eda care for her? It didn’t take long to answer. “Yes. Yes she does.” 

King then smiled. “Then she’s going to love this, regardless!” 

Luz stood up slowly, digesting this… And she was soon upstairs with her tray. 

That night had been tough for Eda: She had very nearly transformed again, and after drinking her elixir she had fallen on her back, bruising it greatly. There would be no work today: She could barely get out of bed. Her hands had also been bent in a bad way, so they were sore, and she may have chipped a tooth on the bed post. 

And that was without including the nightmares. 

Of course, Eda being Eda, she wasn’t just going to share that. She had to keep up appearances and be tough as nails! So she tried her best to stand up and not notice the screaming aches in her body. Slowly, slowly, she rose up and twisted her body so it would look sort of normal. She had to look tough, she had to look right, she had to be good enough for… 

“Eda! Good morning!”, Luz greeted enthusiastically, King following close behind. “I gave a pep talk, and I didn’t use the F word once!”, King self congratulated himself. 

Eda smiled weakly and nodded her head, before noticing Luz wrestling with a tray full of plates with food. The smell was a bit odd, almost charred, and the food seemed a bit… 

“Aww, did you burn breakfast for me?”, Eda teased, but with a smile that told Luz it wasn’t malicious. Luz sheepishly smiled, and Eda laughed a little before realizing something:

“Wait… You made this for me?” 

Eda hadn’t been given breakfast since… Since… 

Luz, meanwhile, shuffled at her feet. “Well… I just wanted to treat you. Since you had a bad night and all.” 

Eda hadn’t been given anything like this since she and her sister had… Gone their separate ways. 

Eda was used to caring for herself. It was just how life was. 

…Did Luz care for her? 

Eda was so touched she almost did something drastic, like hug Luz. But instead, she sat back in the bed and said “Well, let’s see if the kid can cook!” Luz put the tray down, and smiled in anticipation as Eda started eating the food. And yes, it was burnt. And yes, Luz had forgotten to put salt. And yes, that was not maple syrup on those pancakes AT ALL. 

But it WAS good enough for Eda. 

“So… Do you love it?”, Luz asked, hopefully, hands clasped together in prayer. 

Eda took a moment to digest the fact that Luz had for some reason gone to all this trouble for her… 

And she smiled. 

“Yes… I love it.”, she said.

 And this time, she let Luz hug her.

[rycbrar97]

Consequences [part two]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female!OC

Warnings: Minor swearing, mentions of menstruation, brief mentions of sex, sickness, mentions of pregnancy, character feeling anxiety/shock

Word count: 3745

Summary: One too many drinks leads to a night both Tom and Alessia will definitely forget and a morning they will always remember.

A/N: I am so excited to write this series, hopefully I didn’t rush this chapter too much. I was just real eager to get this out there to everyone! Let me know if you enjoy it 😉  

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Part one 

By the time she made it back to her hotel Alessia had already decided that there was no point in telling her sister who she ended up staying the night with and losing her virginity to. She would never believe it. It was hard enough convincing her that she actually had lost her virginity in the first place, nevertheless with Spider-Man himself. 

“What?! You? Had sex? As in done the dirty? Miss ‘I can hardly say the word penis without blushing’,” Sophie had let out incredulously, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Oh my goodness, yes, Soph. Do you have to make it so goddamn embarrassing? Why would I lie to you about this?” Alessia groaned, hands digging into her eyes and legs pacing her back and forth.

“I don’t know! I guess I just didn’t expect my saint of a sister telling me that she lost her virginity on a one night stand whilst completely pissed up the gutter-”

“God, do you have to say it like that?” she interrupted, stopping her pacing mid-stride and staring at her sister dead on, the mortification screaming off her face.

“Hey, that’s what you told me! Just because you don’t want to admit you’re a whore now doesn’t mean that you aren’t one. Somebody has to say it-”

“God, just shut up! Shut up, okay?!” Alessia’s hands shook up and down at each word, her pacing returning with increased intensity.

“Jeez, stop freaking out! This is a normal thing, okay? This is what normal people do. They get drunk, have sex and do the walk of shame the next morning. There’s nothing wrong with that—” Soph explained bluntly, trying to calm her sister back down, despite it having the complete opposite effect. But when a sudden thought crosses her mind, her blabber mouth just couldn’t help but voice it,“—oh my god though, mum is going to freak...”

Alessia’s back snapped rim rod straight and she spun herself right round to her sister, “You will not tell her about this,” she whispered lowly, “don’t you even dare,” her hazel eyes pierced sharply into Soph’s wide round ones, finger pointed menacingly at her face.

The sister put her hands up defensively, “Okay, okay. No need to be so dramatic,” she squeaked, briefly terrified at her older sister’s stone cold gaze.

“Promise me,” she demanded, her eyes struggling to keep out the desperation in them,“ promise me she will never know of this,” she repeated. She knew how her younger sister could be. She couldn’t keep a secret to save her own life. God knows the amount of gossip that girl has revealed to all her friends and family. All the nitty and gritty. She not only loved a bit of drama but she also revelled in it. Alessia just hoped and prayed that she would instil enough fear into the girl to keep this personal info locked away permanently. Most importantly, away from their mother. 

“I promise,” she vowed, the sincerest that Alessia had ever seen her be. But yet, she still couldn’t completely trust her.

She just had too big of a mouth.

Two months gone, and so far Sophie had kept to her promise, but Alessia was still hedging her bets. Life returned relatively back to normal; the girls returned home from their Europe trip three days after that fateful morning. And despite feeling like a completely changed woman after her sexual milestone, the world continued to spin around Alessia as it always did. She returned to her comfortable one bedroom flat with the yellow tea stains still imprinted on her carpet, books and coffee cups scattered across the living area from where she first left them because she couldn’t be bothered to tidy them up before her trip. Her bed was made at least, for which she was eternally thankful for as she felt like she needed at least ten years worth of sleep. Jet lag was an absolute bitch she came to saw.

She was back at work two days later, her body clock still out of whack. While it was nice to catch up with all her colleagues and get back into her routine, she found it quite hard to concentrate when she was yawning almost every two seconds. Luckily, her boss was an absolute gem and completely understood how she felt.

“Oo. Jet lag got you good, huh?” Linda inquired sympathetically, her soft wrinkled eyes observing her knowingly.

“Yeah,” Alessia yawned, rubbing briefly at her eyes before returning to snipping the stems of the daffodils laid in front of her, “I was hoping to be adjusted by now, but I guess my body has other ideas.”

Linda nodded understandingly, “I know what that’s like. It took me almost two weeks to start getting back into my normal sleep routine after coming back from Egypt. You just gotta try and push through the urge to fall asleep during the day and wait until night comes. It’s hard, but worth it in the end,” the older lady advised, continuing with her rose arrangements.

“Thanks, I’ll see how I go. Hopefully I’ll stop feeling tired soon. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve pricked myself today because I couldn’t focus. I almost grabbed one of our cactus succulents by mistake instead of the ferns. Now that would’ve been an interesting endeavour,” she joked, her smile sluggish and eyes dragged down by the dark circles underneath them.

Her boss shook her head at the mention of her clumsiness, “You’re a workers comp nightmare, you are,” she teased lightly, pausing slightly to eye her in concern, “just take it easy today, kiddo. Maybe stay away from all the prickly plants, okay?”

Alessia nodded her head silently, gladly taking on her boss’s advice.

It was a trying few weeks going back to work. Although she had started to get a bit more sleep each night, Alessia just couldn’t seem to shake the lingering fatigue that dragged her down every day. It was like all the energy she should’ve gotten from sleep each night was zapped right out of her as soon as she got up on her two legs in the morning.

“You sleeping alright, kiddo?” Linda had asked on one particular sluggish morning.

“Yeah, actually I’ve been sleeping fine now. But for some reason I’ve still been feeling so exhausted,” she expressed glumly whilst checking over orders.

“Oh no, that’s no good,” the silver haired lady tsked, “I hope you’re not coming down with something.”

Alessia paused thoughtfully at her words, “Maybe I am,” she considered, her head tilting slightly to the side, “I have been feeling a bit nauseous lately...”

“Hmm, might be the flu. Nothing a nip of apple cider vinegar can’t fix.”

She rolled her eyes at the older woman, “You and your apple cider vinegar,” she shook her head, “last time you told me it would cure my acne if I rubbed it on my face,” she remarked drily.

“You never know if you don’t try,” Linda sung as she finished tying a bow around a box of natives.

“I think I’ll just check in with my doctor first if it persists. Leave the vinegar as the last resort.”

Her boss clicked her tongue at her, shaking her head disapprovingly, “Stubborn one you are, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of home remedy from time to time,” she defended in a light tone.

“Yeah, well, I might not even need it anyway. This could just blow over any day now,” she pointed out, crossing her fingers in hope.

Unfortunately for Alessia, the nausea and fatigue did not ease up anytime soon. If anything, she felt like she was getting worse. The vomiting started about a week after her chat with Linda, prompting her to take time some time off work, much to the concern of her boss.

“Make sure to take some apple cider vinegar. It’ll help. Trust me.”

Alessia rolled eyes while on the phone with her. She sure was one persistent lady.

She lounged at home for the week, feeling absolutely miserable for herself. The urge to throw up always came at the most inconvenient times, whether it was three in the morning or one in the afternoon after just finishing her lunch. She always ended up right at the toilet bowl dispelling what was left in her stomach. It almost reminded her of that morning in London and she would relive the embarrassment moment all over again puking in Tom Holland’s toilet. She groaned as she rested her head on the porcelain seat. She did not need those memories to come back to her right now; being sick was enough torture.

For a couple days she finally felt like she was on the mend. She hadn’t had a spell of nausea for thirty-six hours. Her appetite returned full throttle with the craving of raspberry jam crumpets, for which she devoured a total of four in one sitting. She couldn’t be more relieved and satisfied that the worse was finally over and she called up work saying she would be back the next day. Her fatigue still hadn’t let up and she would get a few dizzy spells every now and then, but for the most part, Alessia felt fine enough to go back to her to work routine. She missed the flower shop too much; the colourful, cheerful atmosphere never failed to bring joy to her and the wonderful smell of lavender and roses would always lift her spirits. It was like a second home to her.

A couple weeks passed and aside from a few bouts of queasiness and persisting lethargy, Alessia was back in action and arranging bouquets like no other. She was considering going to her doctor to try and tackle this fatigue that never seemed to let up, but hadn’t found the time yet to arrange an appointment. She was keeping herself too busy. Well at least, that’s what her mother said.

“I worry about you, Lessie. You look tired. You never give enough time for yourself,” she remarked out of blue on their monthly lunch date, her eyebrows frowning down at her in concern.

Alessia sighed warily, not wanting to deal with her mother’s fussiness right now.

“I’m fine, Mum. I just think the combination of jet lag and getting sick must’ve overwhelmed my body for a bit,” she reassured as she bit into her chicken salad, “I’m fine,” she repeated. She hoped it would be enough to appease her. It was not.

Her mum observed her for moment, eyes running all over her face then coming back to peer into her soul. They squinted at her sceptically.

“I think you should see a doctor,” she said finally, prompting Alessia’s fork to clank down on her plate.

“Mum,” she whined, picking her fork back up and placing her other hand on her forehead to rub away the headache that was beginning to form.

“What? Don’t ‘Mum’ me. It’s been two months since you’ve come back from Europe, three weeks since you were sick with that bug, and you still aren’t well. That’s not normal, honey.”

“Fine. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll book an appointment with Doctor Cox,” Alessia grumbled petulantly, stabbing at her salad mindlessly. She was already planning on going to the doctors anyway, but for whatever reason, her mum bringing it up just suddenly made her not want to go now. It was that old ingrained trait of hers in always wanting to disobey everything her mother said. Alessia knew more than anyone that it was hard to shake that annoyance of being told what to do, even when reaching adulthood.

“You’ll book it for tomorrow,” her mother ordered with no room for question. Alessia groaned in frustration, flinging her hands up in the air at her bossiness.

“But I’ve got to clean my bathroom and kitchen tomorrow. Plus I was hoping to find some time to focus on my music, I haven’t played my keyboard since I got back from Europe and I finally have some inspiration to write something. Do you know how hard it is to get motivated to write?” she rambled on, trying to make up as many excuses as she could.

“Alessia,” her mum called out warningly, not taking any of her daughter’s bullshit. Her gaze was strong and deadly, and Alessia shivered knowing the potential wrath behind those eyes.

“Okay, I’ll make the appointment,” the daughter relented, shoulders slumping heavily and eyes closing as she let out a long drawn breath. Man, her mother could be trying at times.

She scheduled the appointment for the next morning, feeling oddly nervous for no apparent reason whilst driving to the clinic. Doctor Cox was a lovely dark woman in her mid forties, quick as a whip and as kind as the sun’s warmth on a spring morning. If anyone knew what was wrong her, it’d be Doctor Cox. As always, her raven hair was woven into a beautifully made braid and her eyes sported a pair of smart spectacles. She greeted Alessia with a warm smile, directing her patient to sit in the chair facing her desk.

“What can I do to help you today, Alessia?”

The girl in question scooted back into her chair, hands folded into each other, thumbs fiddling in her lap.

“Um, I’ve been feeling a bit tired lately, more so than usual. You see, I just came back from a trip in Europe a couple of months ago and had to adjust to the jet lag. So I thought the fatigue was just due to that...but the thing is, I’ve been getting plenty of sleep at night now, at least eight to nine hours worth, and I still I feel sluggish every single day,” she confessed. The doctor hummed thoughtfully, typing out notes on her computer, giving no indication of her thoughts.

“Are there any other symptoms present?”

“Uh, I did get sick about three weeks ago with a vomiting bug, and still get the occasional bouts of nausea and dizziness.”

The doctor nodded, her face still as blank as a canvas. Alessia could get no read on her whatsoever.

“How long did the vomiting occur?” she questioned whilst tapping the buttons on her keyboard like a speedster.

Alessia paused thoughtfully, trying to recall that horrid week,“About five to six days give or take, it was kinda off and on.”

The typing stopped suddenly.

“Off and on how so?” Doctor Cox clarified curiously, an eyebrow raised.

“Well one day I would be good, completely normal, and then the next morning I’d be puking my guts out. The vomiting kept on coming and going.”

“Uh huh,” she nodded, returning back to the computer to type some more, “and you said you were getting dizzy as well?”

Alessia nodded her head in confirmation, her right hand pinching her middle finger. She forgot how much she hated all the questions being thrown at her when being examined by a doctor. They just seemed to throw them nonstop.

“How often does the dizziness occur?”

“Um every now and then. Sometimes daily.”

“Have you ever fainted, or felt close to fainting?”

“I have felt faint yes, but haven’t actually blacked out.”

“Are you a vegetarian or vegan?”

“No, neither. I love meat too much. What would life be without bacon?”

“Yes what would life be,” she chuckled, “do you usually have a heavy blood flow when menstruating?”

She paused awkwardly at that one, squirming in her seat,“Um, yes. Usually for the first two or three days.”

“Hmm, okay...” she finished typing on her computer, “and are you sexually active?”

That nearly made Alessia fall out of her goddamn chair.

“Uh...come again?” she squeaked, her eyes wide and hand gripping tightly to the armrest beside her. Memories of London flashed by quickly in her mind; hungover, naked, lying next to a movie star.

“Have you been sexually active, as in recently had sexual intercourse?” the woman repeated calmly.

“Um...” her face flushed in embarrassment, her heart racing in panic, “I- I-” why did she have to ask that? How could that question possibly connect to her being sic- oh god. Oh fricken god. How could she be so stupid? Two months. It had been two fricken months.

“It’s okay, take your time. This is a private place, nothing gets outside of these walls, I promise,” the doctor reached over and placed a hand on her knee comfortingly, waiting patiently for her reply.

“I...” she gulped, her chest heaving as all the pieces started coming together. The tiredness, the nausea, the constant craving of crumpets, “I...um...I...” she was peeing more frequently. She had thought that it was just all the water she’d been drinking lately but...and her breasts! God her breasts had started to ache. She just figured it was a hormonal thing and that she was finally getting her period- god it couldn’t be- she couldn’t be-“...I lost my virginity recently,” she breathed.

Doctor Cox blinked in brief surprise and then adjusted glasses, her calm facade returning back promptly

“Oh. How recently exactly?” she asked cautiously.

Alessia breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, “Two months ago,” she murmured, her entire body slumping as she rubbed away the tension in between her eyes. She could already feel the tears burning beneath her eyelids.

“I see. And when did your last menstruating cycle end?” 

“A bit over two months,” she mumbled into her hands, her fingers dragging down her face whilst wiping away her sniffles. Her eyes became red with tears and chest heaved up and down, desperate for air, “am I...?” she croaked miserably, looking at her doctor for any answer that wasn’t what she was thinking.

“There’s no point in jumping to any conclusions just yet,” Doctor Cox interrupted, “I’d like to run some tests before we determine anything. There could be multiple diagnoses for the symptoms you possess and I don’t want to rush into things and make you panic about something that might not even be applicable to you in the first place,” she explained logically, spinning back to her computer, clicking on her mouse and typing a few keys, “I’m gonna write you up for a full blood count, a glucose level check and a hCG test. Basically these tests will tell us if there is any sign of a virus in your system, check how blood sugar level is going and test how high your hCG level is. Your iron count will also be measured which is what I’m most concerned about. A lot of woman, especially at your age, suffer from iron deficiency and your symptoms hint heavily at this diagnosis. However, with the information of your sexual activity and your last menstruation it does lead to the possible conclusion that you are...” the printer screeched back and forth, signalling the deliverance of the test referral, “...pregnant, Miss Carter,” the doctor sighed sympathetically, handing her over the form.

Alessia stared at it with watery eyes, her body unmoving as her doctor voiced the conclusion she had already come to in her own mind. It was finally out there. Pregnant. She could be pregnant. The girl now understood why she was so nervous about coming in today. It’s like subconsciously she already knew what would happen.

“Of course, we won’t know for sure until the test results come back. It should only take a couple days at the most. I’ll let you know as soon as they come in and we can arrange an appointment to discuss the results. All you have to do now is head down to pathology and they’ll run all the tests for you.”

She made no move to get out of her seat, still frozen on the chair and staring at the referral form in her hand. She stared at it but wasn’t actually seeing it, the words and boxes a complete blur to her. How did it get to this? How did she even let herself get into this situation? What the hell will she do? Pregnant. Pregnant. She was-

“As I said, Miss Carter, there’s no need to panic about something that isn’t confirmed yet. My best advice for you is get some rest, clear your mind and focus on the now’s, not the what if’s,” she spoke softly, standing up and placing her hand on her shoulder, “and if it’s any consolation, if the pregnancy test turns out to be positive, just know I’ll be there to help you every step of the way. I’ll answer any questions you have and help you arrange any appointments that you’ll need if it comes to the situation. You won’t be alone,” she reassured firmly, squeezing her shoulder.

Alessia nodded shakily, thankful for the doctor’s kind words and for helping her snap her out of her daze.

“Thank you,” she whispered, slowly standing up and making her way out of the room.

“I’ll speak to you soon,” Doctor Cox farewelled, her warm honey eyes conveying total calm.

Alessia nodded and waved at her awkwardly before making her way quickly out of the office and downstairs to pathology. The tests went by in a distorted haze. Normally she was absolutely terrified of needles, but today Alessia could barely feel the prick going into the crook of her elbow. She couldn’t even hear the voice of the chatty redheaded nurse taking her blood. Everything was submerged underwater. Cold. Quiet. Unnerving.

The drive home was a quick and direct route though she barely made it out alive, having several close calls with multiple cars and unexpected trees that she swear on her life came out of nowhere. Her keys rattled and clanked as she frantically searched for the right one to open her apartment. It took multiple attempts to finally get into the lock but eventually she got there and accidentally slammed the door a bit hard behind her. She couldn’t find it within herself to care in that moment.

She flopped immediately down on her couch, feet resting on one of the armrests and head tilted up towards the white ceiling. Snippets of waking up to a similar ceiling fluttered into her mind, all dazed and disoriented, the memories of the night before nonexistent, blacked out, erased. Her body aching and the warmth of an arm wrapped around her stomach...

That was where it all began. 

And now she was left in an agonising state of reliving that memory over and over again, nervously awaiting its consequences.

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"You cannot begin to fathom the amount of fucks I don't give " #1 Dad David Wymack protecting his foxes ! Xx

He’s watching tapes from their last game with one sweating hand flat on the desk, the other prodding the rewind button over and over again until the loops stop being anything but cheering and colour. Their lines are sloppier with more people in them. He can see where they’re stretched too thin and where the strikers are overcompensating.

He can see the tension in their ranks even though they’re trying to pull together, like they’re slapping a bandaid on a broken leg.

“Knock knock.”

Wymack looks up to find Abby hefting food through the doorway like some sort of dream. She unpacks armfuls of it onto the table and gives him a private smile when he catches her eye over the wavering paused TV.

“That for me?”

“Well this would be a hell of a show if it weren’t,” she laughs, piling a wrapped burger on top of a plastic container of caesar salad.

“Didn’t want to assume,” he grumbles, reaching for one of the burgers. She slaps his hand away.

“Wash your grubby hands first.”

He raises both hands in surrender, muttering, “you let the kids eat finger food with blood on their hands but I can’t hold a burger without scrubbing down—“

“David,” Abby interrupts pointedly. “The faster you clean the faster you eat.”

He rolls his eyes on the way to the bathroom and then rolls them all the way back to his office, keeping his affection in a headlock. Abby’s sitting with her legs crossed and her food unwrapped when he gets back, and he spies two ketchup packets lined up beside his burger, just how he likes it. He’s biting on a smile when his phone rings.

Abby startles, Wymack fumbles in his pocket, Neil’s name blinks up at him.

“Can’t you eat lunch at noon like a normal person, Josten?”

There’s a shifting noise, like paper sliding over the receiver, and then Neil says, “Coach?”

Wymack frowns at Abby across the room. She gives a little questioning head shake with her eyebrows raised, perfectly poised to be upset. He hates that they’re always bracing for fucking heartbreak around here.

“Yeah, Neil. Talk to me.”

“Uh, yeah, listen. Andrew might have killed someone.”

Wymack closes his eyes. Breathes in for three long beats, holds his hand up when he hears Abby shifting to her feet. “What do you mean might have? And think about the words you’re about to say to me, Neil, because if you try to cover Andrew’s ass I’ll get real impatient real fast, understand?”

“‘Might have’ as in literally may or may not have, as in, a man is down, curb to face, not moving,” Neil says impatiently.

“Who’s there right now?”

“Me and Andrew.“

“I got that much, you twerp.”

“And Dan and Matt. And—Aaron just came back out.”

“Where are you that foxes are coming out of the fucking woodwork?”

“Fox Tower parking lot. There was an altercation.”

Abby bustles over with her first-aid kit, looking meaningfully between Wymack and the door. He waves her towards it, half nodding, moving, still trapped in the beat of reality when Neil sounded far away and empty and said might have killed someone the same way he asked for a ride after Evermore last Christmas.

“Don’t move, even— a little bit, and don’t even think about letting Andrew get away.”

“I can’t control him,” Neil reminds him, and Wymack makes a choked noise.

“Yeah and I’m coach of the ravens.”

“Oh—“ There’s a shifting, squeezing sound, and raised voices, and then the phone jostles back up to open air. “Alive, he’s alive. Breathing. Andrew just— I have to go.” He hangs up, and Wymack stares at his phone in disbelief, snapping it closed and imagining it’s bone breaking.

“No one taught that kid any phone etiquette.”

“So?” Abby asks worriedly, hands wringing the handle of her kit. Wymack shakes his head.

“I know—very little. Andrew doled out some violence, some guy’s hurt. Neil sounds more worried about Andrew than anything.”

Abby sighs her relief. “Well. That’s not new.”

“We gotta go now though. I don’t trust any of them.” He pushes past her and holds the door open behind him, distracted, combing through the details of the phone call in his head. “I hate when they do this.”

“Start fights?” Abby asks, falling in beside him, their footsteps bright and urgent in the empty hallway.

“Don’t finish them,” Wymack corrects. “Throw the first punch and then turn their backs. They never know who’s gonna have a knife.”

Abby hums. “I think we have a pretty good idea of who has the knife, here.”

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“Coach!”

He turns towards the muffled sound of Dan’s voice, rolling his window down as they turn into the lot. There’s a small mob strewn across the grass and jammed between the dividing yellow lines that cut the parking lot into pieces.

He can see Neil in the eye of the storm, pacing tight circles around Andrew and someone propped up on his elbows on the curb. Aaron is diagonal to Andrew, eyes sharpened to points. Matt is so much taller (and calmer) than everyone else in the sea of onlookers. Dan’s hands slap down on the hood of the car.

“Coach! Today, please!”

“Yeah, yeah. Any idea why Andrew’s tossing people onto concrete?”

Dan’s eyes are utterly level, but he can see steam pressing up against plastic wrap, anger suppressed in an airtight container. “Have you seen Aaron’s face?”

“What, do I have binoculars for eyes, no, I haven’t seen it.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and glances at Abby, nerves fizzing.

“Come on then,” Dan says, “You can’t coach from over here.”

She starts to sprint back into the fray, and Wymack’s chest jumps with worry. “Do you think they know that Exy and street fights are different things?”

“Are they?” Abby asks, getting out of the car and lugging her supplies with her.

Wymack follows at a clip, searching for Aaron when the crowd slops over and bumps him off course.

His eyes catch at the angry red ring around one of Aaron’s eyes and he feels his fists clench at his sides.

He breaks into the pocket of tension at the centre of the crowd where Neil is playing moderator and Andrew’s boot is now pinning the person’s head to the ground.

“Oh,” he says. “Hello coach.”

“Hey there,” Wymack says drily. “I hate to break up what looks like a productive dialogue, but I’m going to need you to get the fuck off of him.”

Andrew cocks his head, letting his weight rock forward onto the toe of his boot.

“Andrew,” Neil warns. Wymack can see it too, the angle of the kid’s neck, a hair from being strained too far.

“He seems to like pushing limits,” Andrew says evenly. “I’m seeing how much.”

“My hands are tied if you murder someone in front of 40 eyewitnesses, idiot.” He’s not even looking at the person on the ground. He wonders if anyone is, with all the energy hissing off of Andrew like a live wire. He looks like someone caged an electrical storm and some idiot was stupid enough to touch the bars.

Andrew glances over at Wymack. “I don’t recall asking for your help.”

“You might recall a contract,” Wymack says. “Long read. Says you’re a fox and that I own your ass.”

“No one owns me,” Andrew says simply. He takes his foot off the guy’s head, but before anyone can catch their breath, he’s stooping beside him, hand around his neck.

“Next time you want to ‘tell us apart’, don’t. You have nothing to do with us.”

Aaron recrosses his arms restlessly behind him.

Neil drops to the ground and carefully gets as close to touching Andrew’s shoulder as he can. “He’s not going to do it again,” Neil says, promises with his voice dipped in dark paint. “This isn’t even a part of your deal. He’s nothing like her, remember?”

Wymack grimaces and moves closer. He can’t begin to keep track of the justifications they’ve been cultivating, the precisely measured out violence.

“Not like her, maybe,” he hears Andrew say. Wymack swallows. He doesn’t want to know who this punk is like, but he does. He does.

Andrew lets go anyway, pushing back into Neil’s hand. Neil doesn’t physically help him up, but it manages to look like it anyway. Wymack’s head hurts, but he’s proud of the way they struggle to their feet, rolling physically away from the thing that hurt them.

It’s then that the university president comes speed-walking down the sidewalk with his jacket billowing out behind him. Wymack pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What on Earth is going on here?”

A clamour of voices rushes to answer him, and Whittier looks overwhelmed and red in the face. He spots Wymack and his expression does something confused, both ends pinching together and flattening, like rolling out dough.

“Coach. Any idea what this is about?”

“I think one of your basketball players has a sadistic streak.”

Whittier’s eyes narrow. “Do you mind explaining why drama only wells up wherever your foxes are?”

Wymack neatly shakes out his anger, swallows the bad taste of whatever’s left, and looks up. “I think you’ll find that a lot of students seem to think harassing people for having been harassed seems like a good idea. And a lot of students have been taking cheap shots at things they don’t understand, wouldn’t you agree, Chuck?”

It’s utterly silent, and Wymack sees Andrew turn to leave, only to be stopped by Neil’s fingers catching his.

“I think,” Whittier starts slowly, “that I can only give you so many chances. It might be best to drop some dead weight, now that you have a fuller lineup. I mean. A boy is hurt, here.”

Wymack laughs, mean, convulsive laughter. “A boy is hurt here, too,” he says, gesturing at Aaron. “There’s always someone that’s hurt, and it’s usually one of ours. Usually at the hands of someone like this boy. It doesn’t seem to be a matter of chances when it’s an honour-roll student without a record.”

“That’s a completely different circumstance—“

“I don’t know if you recall me telling you that I’m giving these kids as many chances as they need. Did you think that was a joke? Or can you not comprehend that some people people need third and fourth chances because people like you are taking away their first and second ones. No, hey.”

Whittier had turned to check on the other guy and Wymack tramps closer, pulling him up short.

“I understand that my foxes are wild cards, but they’re invaluable athletes. Extraordinary people. If you think that there’s even one pound of “dead weight” on my team, you underestimate us. I’m not cutting a single fox loose until they beg me for it. I’m not letting a bully with a new twinge in his neck undercut our progress. I’m not letting your scare tactics phase me, you know why?”

Whittier looks at the ground, frowning. Wymack takes it as an invitation.

“Because we know you. We’ve fought you before. We’ve won.”

He looks up at Wymack, lip curled. “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to allow violence on my campus, no matter how interesting or talented your team is. I would hope that you’d be interested in the stability of our college, especially at a turbulent time like this, when we’re in the news every other day—“

“Oh, you cannot begin to fathom the amount of fucks I don't give,” Wymack says viciously. “If you think I want a hand in your little collegiate ecosystem, then your head’s been on backwards throughout this whole shitstorm of a season. I have one responsibility that matters, and that is to my foxes. Palmetto State is more popular than it’s ever been, and that’s on us. That’s our publicity in your pocket. Our line up is close to perfect. I’m not indulging your little clean-up project. I have shit to do. Eighteenth chances to hand out. Nuisances to deal with.”

He looks at his lingering foxes, each in turn, catching Dan’s sparkling eyes and Andrew’s barely there satisfaction, shadowing his mouth and eyes. Neil is looking at him like he’s never been stood up for before. Abby is trying to dab at Aaron’s eye and he keeps slapping her hand away.

“Next time one of my foxes is hurt, I expect the University’s full support.” He lets his gaze slide from Whittier’s gobsmacked face over to the bruised and sulking basketball player. “And if you’re still looking for dead weight to cut, I have an idea of where you could start.” The guy opens and closes his mouth indignantly, and Wymack turns, uninterested.

“Coach!” someone calls, and Wymack turns again to find Neil looking sideways at him, tentative and mildly distrustful. His expression creaks and collapses into a quiet smile. “You really think our lineup is perfect?”

Wymack groans. “I think you need to get that selective hearing checked out.”

Neil shrugs, walking backwards and then twisting to break into a jog after Andrew. Dan wanders over in the dispersing crows, furtively flipping Whittier off as she passes.

“Thank you for that. I forget that you give a shit when you’ve been yelling about our footwork for three hours on end.”

“No you don’t, brat,” Wymack says, and Dan grins.

“No I don’t. You spoil us.”

“Someone should.”

Dan smiles, really smiles with all her teeth, dimples popping. “Yeah. I guess so.”

She steps back, Matt catches her waist, and his foxes join the tumble into Fox Tower. He finds Abby’s face, and she has this look like she’s found a way to look at the sun without getting burned.

He thinks, not for the first time, that he’s made quite a lot of good choices in a row, these past two years. Abby wanders close, and puts her hand on his cheek. Close to perfect.

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Mob vs The Nasties

Well, the fic was locked by AO3 because the pedos thought it was harassment, so I’m posting the fic here!

Do me a favor and spread this! It’s pissing off the pedos!

Ritsu woke up and got out of bed and clipped through the floor at 3 am in the morning. He heard the bad news. That someone out there was writing nasty shit about his brother. He was going to have none of it.

So he built up enough speed to go completely through the wall and into his brother’s room. “Shige.” He said and poked his brother’s forehead.

Mob opened his eyes super wide and screeched. It was ear shattering. The windows exploded. Ritsu’s ears started to bleed. So Ritsu put a hand over Mob’s mouth and shushed him.

“Brother. The nasties are back. We gotta move.” He said, and Mob completely understood. He got out of bed and together, the two jumped out the broken window.

They ran at high speeds. They didn’t even use their powers they were just naturally super fucking fast. Like Sonic but faster.

Teru spotted them from his spot in the sewers and just had to join them. He understood the situation perfectly. The nasties were back. It was time for destruction. Teru began to Naruto run after them. “Hey guys!” He cried. They ignored him.

Then they arrived at their destination. They broke down the door to Reigen’s apartment and Ritsu dropped a brick on Reigen’s stomach. “Wake up asshole.” Ritsu said. Reigen just opened one eye and stared at him.

“What?” He asked and yawned. Reigen was really tired.

“The nasties are back.” Mob said and whipped out his phone, showing Reigen the nasty shit in the AO3 tag.

Reigen sat up, an angry look on his face. “Ugh! They’re back at it again!” He grumbled and ate the phone. Fuck those guys. “Writing porn of those type of ships is straight up illegal!” Reigen declared then stared directly at the camera.

Ritsu looked in the direction Reigen was staring in, then shrugged. “Anyways, we need to stop the nasties before they get too powerful. We have to combine our psychic powers to do it. Except for you, Reigen, you fake ass hoe.”

Reigen cried. Then Shou appeared from underneath Reigen’s bed. He’s been under there, stealing food scraps to survive. “Hey dorks.” He said and posed. Teru was offended because that was his thing. Shou ignored him because he didn’t care about Teru. “I heard that the nasties were back. I’ll help you fight them with my psychic powers!”

The three kids shrugged. “Sure. We can use all the help we can get.” They said in unison. Then the four kids grabbed Reigen and they ran off into the night.

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They found a big field somewhere far away and all stopped there. Serizawa was waiting for them, lying on the floor and thinking about his existence. Shou dropped in and landed on his stomach, but Serizawa was too strong and it caused Shou to glitch and shoot up into the sky. They had to wait an hour for him to come back down.

“Okay guys, you know what we have to do. Psychic powers, let’s do this.” Mob said and they all nodded. Dimple showed up right on time and gave them all a thumbs up.

Mob, Ritsu, Teru, Shou and Serizawa all formed a circle and began using their epic psychic powers. They began chanting this phrase over and over again.

“Writing child porn is disgusting and illegal. Writing child porn is disgusting and illegal.”

Then suddenly, the nasties showed up! They surrounded them all and were moving in fast. The espers were on their guard, and Reigen was lucky he brought his lucky plunger. You know, just in case there was a fight.

One of the nasties, most likely the temporary leader of the group (The leader changes often), stepped forward and pointed at the group. “My name is CheerfulLamb and you don’t understand my kinks! I’ve been writing child porn for years!”

Mob frowned and pointed back at them. “You’re all disgusting and we’re going to defeat you, no matter what!” He said and immediately was tackled by a nasty!

“You fuckers!” Ritsu shouted and kicked the nasty off of his brother. He used his psychic powers to blow the nasty back further, but he wasn’t strong enough to completely destroy them. Ritsu cursed himself under his breath. He wasn’t fully prepared for this.

Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Shou! Shou grinned and nodded at him. “I got ya, bro.” He cackled, then fused together with Ritsu. Their fusion looked like a shorter Ritsu with red hair, and their fusion name was “Depressed Jams”.

Depressed Jams began to glow, their aura was beautiful. Their aura was like how a scene kid would draw their aura. Edgy but colorful at the same time. Mob and Teru were absolutely amazed. Serizawa cried with joy and Reigen almost exploded by the sheer amount of awesome coming from them.

“Get fucked nasties.” They said and unleashed a flurry of spoons that were really hot. Like you heated them over a fire and they got all red. Several nasties fell at the hands of the spoons. Depressed Jams laughed and cried at the same time. By the way, Depressed Jams sounds just like Justin Timberlake.

Teru decided to get to work and pulled a skateboard out of his pocket. “Surfs up, punks.” He said, throwing on a pair of sunglasses. He began to skate around, using his psychic powers to blow up the nasties left and right.

Serizawa was helping too, making sure Reigen didn’t get his ass killed by the nasties. He threw one nasty into another, then crumbled them up like paper.

Reigen was swinging the plunger around like a fucking madman. He was screaming the entire time and heavy metal was playing softly in the background. The nasties went flying all around him and they disintegrated into piles of salt. “Talk about rubbing salt in the wound.” Reigen said, attempting to be badass like the others.

Now it was just Mob versus the leader. CheerfulLamb laughed evilly, and it made Mob very upset. “You think you can defeat me? CheerfulLamb? I’m the biggest baddie of them all! You’ll never win, Shigeo Kageyama! I’ll keep writing porn of you even if it kills me!”

Mob’s hand clenched into a fist. “You can go to jail for that, nasty!” He said before CheerfulLamb rushed forward, hitting Mob as hard as they could.

Mob threw up his barrier just in time and deflected the blow.

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“You don’t understand! This stuff is bad! Call us antis all you want, you’re still disgusting! You can go to jail for that kind of content!” Mob shouted, thanking his barrier for keeping him safe from MerryLamb’s punches.

CheerfulLamb screeched. “No you don’t understand! It’s just fiction! Stop being a whiny baby or I’ll write more!”

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“Even if it’s fiction it’s still bad! It gives pedophiles an okay! You’re encouraging the actions of real life pedophiles!” Mob shouted, but Lamby didn’t listen.

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100% DETERMINATION.

Mob was determined to defeat the nasties! He let out an incredible burst of energy, sending Lamb backwards. He flew forward, punching Lamb right in the gut. They felt their ribs break as they were pushed into the ground.

Depressed Jams cheered them on as they defended the others from nasties crawling out of the ground. “Go Mob! You can do it! Win this fight!” They shouted.

Teru did a sick ollie over Depressed Jams, smacking into a nasty that almost caught them off guard.

CheerfulLamb screeched loudly and attempted to attack Mob again, but it didn’t work. Their nastiness couldn’t beat Shigeo Kageyama. Mob was going super saiyan and Lamb began to disappear in a flash. They were melting.

“I’ll be back!” They shouted as they were melting. “I’ll bring even more nasty stuff when I return!”

Mob pointed at them. “And we’ll be waiting. We’ll fight you with everything we have.” He said and there was a badass explosion behind him. Then as they finished melting, CheerfulGoat disappeared.

The other nasties exploded one by one as the sun began to rise. They have been defeated for now. Depressed Jams unfused, and the two kids gave each other a high five. Teru absorbed his skateboard and cried tears of joy. Reigen clapped and Serizawa screamed. Dimple did nothing the entire time.

Mob was back at 0%. He turned around and smiled at the others. “The evil is defeated. For now. Let’s go home everyone!” He said and walked back to them.

Everyone gathered around him, and with the power of friendship they rose into the sky.

The end.