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OMFG AHHHH

hello there. i haven’t been able to get into this account for 2 years so it has sat here collecting dust. anyways, i was 15 when i started this account and now im almost 18. kinda crazy. and tony stark has since died *moment of silence* i was watching far from home (for the first time ever. i know. im late) and i was like “lmao i used to write fanfiction about this bitch” and then i started my mission of getting back into this account. it took 30 minutues of raking thourgh my phone and my brain to remember the password. anywho, i was a shitty writer at 15 and i hope you can forgive me for ever writing such garbage. thanks and merry christmas. i guess. 

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im gonna try to post something later this week or next week. schools been hella hard lately.

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You ok?

yeah! I’m good. I’ve just been really busy with school:/ thanks for asking:)

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I love your story “sick,” and I just wanted to address something real quick that I noticed. The reader says that at one month, her baby bump was showing. That would be too early in the fetal development for the reader to start showing. I really do love your story and I’m so happy you took the time to write it and share it on tumblr!

Thank you so much for your feedback! i’m really glad you like the story:) I will make sure to go back and correct my errors. Thanks again❤️

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sick pt.2|| p.p x reader

summary: the reader tells her parents and peter tells may. yippee. 

a/n: chris pratt really b out here getting SWOLE. k bye enjoy the fic. 

warnings: fluff, cursing, disappointed parents (ouch), crying. 

wc: 882

pt.1 

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i sat in bed twiddling my thumbs while looking up at the ceiling, trying to think of a way to tell my parents. i was officially three months pregnant and my bump was starting to pop out more and more everyday. i couldn't put off telling my parents any longer. i sighed and got out of bed to get dressed for the day. i opened my closet and let out a puff of air. “what should i wear, little one?” i asked my belly, which couldn't answer me but whatever. i decided on a maroon sweater and a black skater skirt with some white converse. after getting dressed i did my hair and makeup. my phone buzzed twice signaling i got a text. i put my hair brush down to check who texted me. the name “peter🕷❤️” appeared on my phone. i smiled as i replied to his texts. 

the bell rang throughout the classroom, shaking me out of my thoughts. i gathered my books and swung my backpack over my shoulder. my next class was chemistry, the only class i had with peter. i walked into the room and took my seat. i was always early to this class due to my previous one being right next door. “good morning, y/n.” my teacher said, “’morning ma’am.” she smiled as she wrote on the board. the un mistakable sound of loud teenagers soon filled my ears as the rest of the class took their seats. peter ruffled my hair as he sat down next to me. “peter! seriously?” he laughed as he leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips. i pouted and turned to my notebook to begin taking notes. “okay so how do you like the name bernard if it’s a boy?” peter whispered into my ear. “ew no way. our kid will not be named bernard.” 

school was finally over. peter and i walked hand in hand to his small apartment. “we should tell may today.” peter said. “are you sure?” “yes, y/n i mean you have a bump now. we have to tell someone.” i nodded. peter unlocked the front door and let me go in first. “y/n! how are you sweetie?” “i’m good. just tired.” she nodded understandingly and pulled me in for a quick hug. she gave her nephew a hug too and offered us some snacks. of course i said yes. i’m eating for two. duh. after eating our snacks and talking about school the big moment was finally here. “aunt may?” peter said. “yes, peter?” “we have something to tell you.” may made a confused face at us “y/n is p...pregnant.” i looked up at her face to see her reaction. her face was a mixture of things, sadness, disappointment, confusion. “are...are you serious?” we both nodded. “oh my god.” she said as a small sob escaped her lips. i looked over to peter who’s eyes were red and full of tears. i brought my head down and started to tear up myself. “how far along are you, y/n.” “13 weeks.” “have you seen a doctor yet?” i shook my head, “my parents still don’t know.” “you need to tell them and get an appointment.”she said in between sniffles “i know. i will.” 

it was now my turn to tell my parents. i was worried about how they would react. they were always very strict about everything. my hands shook and i turned the knob on the front door. “mom, dad? i’m home. peter’s here too.” my mom came down the stairs with a smile graced on her face. “hello peter! nice to see you.” “you too miss y/l/n.” i took peters hand and led him to the living room. “mom can you please get dad.” my mom nodded and went off to find my father. moments later both of my parents stood in front of peter and i. “okay um. i don’t really know any other way to say this but... i’m...pregnant.” i let out the breath that i’ve been holding. “you’re what?” my dad said. “pregnant.” i said again. “get out.” my dad said. “what?” “i said get out. you’re a disappointment to this family. i don’t want you in my house.” “what? daddy please. it was an accident. please don’t do this to me.” i sobbed “mom? are you gonna say anything?” i looked up at my mom through teary eyes. “you heard your father, y/n, please get your clothes and leave.” she said firmly. “mommy please. im your baby you can’t do this. i’m 17!” “exactly! you’re 17 and you’re having sex! it’s disgusting.” i was taken aback by her words and nodded. i made my way into my bedroom that i’ve lived in my entire life and began to cry. sobs racked through my body. peter was quick to follow me up the stairs. he cradled me in his arms. “shh, shh. i’m so sorry babygirl. i’m so sorry for doing this to you.” his words made me cry harder. i didn’t blame him. i never could. “you didn’t do this to me. making a baby takes two. it’s both of our faults.” “i know. i promise i’ll make it better. come live with me and may.”   

part three coming soon:))) 

a/n: it was so hard to write the parents as meany heads cuz my parents aren’t like that at all. but yeah i hope you enjoyed. also im sorry this was so sloppy. its 2:00 am and im tired af. (ps if i said tom instead of peter at any moment in this i apologize its a force of habit. like i said im very tired:)

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you should do a part 2 to sick

okay! i definitely will:) 

here it is! 

i hope you like it! :)

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are you drunk?||chris evans fake text.

a/n: bro idk what this is. im sorry in advanced. and its really short. oops. 

yeah idk either. “omgee wow” someone execute me. 

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my masterlist link won’t work in my bio and i wanna jump off a cliff. ugh.

update: we fixed it sisters

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sick.|| peter parker x reader.

summary: reader thinks she’s sick with a simple stomach bug but sike hahahahh. 

warnings: teen pregnancy, fluff, v?o?m?i?t, mentions of sex. 

a/n: idk where this came from but yeah. fun times. enjoy. i also didn’t proof read this so there might be some spelling errors and such. sorry:)  

pt.2 

i groaned as a sudden wave a nausea came over me. i rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. after throwing up three times i reached for my phone to check the time, “3:46 am? what the hell.” i rolled my eyes and got up to brush my teeth. i decided against going back to sleep so i opted to text peter, in hopes he was still awake. it was a saturday so i assumed he was.

i twiddled my thumbs, thinking about if he should come over or not. after five minutes of contemplation i decided on yes. he replied to my text rather quickly and said he’d be over in 15 minutes. i fixed my hair and sprayed a little bit of perfume on. exactly 15 minutes later there was a tap on my window. i walked over to let the spider boy in. “hi pete.” “hey. you okay?” i nodded and walked over to my bed. peter followed and laid down next to my body. his arm wrapped over my body, pulling me closer into his warm frame. i sighed contently as i slowly drifted back into sleep. 

i woke feeling 10x worse than just a few hours ago. the clock read 10:34 am. at least it was a normal hour to puke your guts out. i dashed to the bathroom and once again, threw up whatever was left in my stomach. peter was quick to figure what was wrong and he ran after me. “shh, shh. just let it all out.” he held my hair in a makeshift pony tail to avoid me getting anything in it. after 5 long minutes i leaned against the bathtub and sighed. “can you check if i have a fever?” peter nodded and brought his hand to my forehead. he shook his head, “you feel normal. maybe you have food poisoning.” my eyes darted around the room, thinking of what could be wrong. my eyes widened and my stomach lurched at the thought that invaded my mind. “peter... what if i’m pregnant?” “what? how is that possible?” i made a face at him “we had sex. duh.” “i know that but we used protection.” “it doesn’t always work, pete.” he brought his hands up to his curly brown hair, repeatedly running his fingers through it. “ohmygod, ohmygod.” “calm down peter. we don’t even know yet.” i stood up and wrapped my arms around his torso and ran my hands up and down his back. “we’re only 17, y/n. how can we support a baby?” my eyes teared up at his words. “peter, if i am pregnant, will you stay or not?” “what? what are you talking about? of course i’ll stay.” i sniffled, “thank you.” 

peter and i held hands as we walked into the pharmacy. i led him to the aisle where the pregnancy tests were. i picked out three boxes, just to be safe. we made our way to the checkout line. once it was our turn i placed the boxes on the counter. the lady, who looked to be around 40, made a judgemental face at us. i fake smiled at her as she scanned the items. “have a nice day.” she said as she handed me the receipt. “yeah i will.” peter snickered at my response and intertwined our hands. 

i hummed nervously as i waited for all three tests to load. i decided to kill time by scrolling through instagram for the next 3 minutes. i looked away from my phone and looked down at the tests. “holy shit.” 

pregnant

positive

+

“oh my god. peter come here.” peter trotted into the small bathroom and nearly fainted. “what are we gonna do?” i asked, voice shaky from crying.  peters face was red and sweaty as he responded, “we’re gonna raise a child, y/n.” 

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a/n: i am not promoting teen pregnancy in this so pls don’t come for me. teen pregnancy is very real and common so i just wanted to bring some light on the topic. :)))))

~grace ☽

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masterlist♡ updated: 8/29/18

⚤: smut

♥︎: fluff

★: favorites

BLURBS

chris evans

★ you’re pregnant? pt.1  pt. 2 

sebastian stan

im sorry. 

★i could lay like this forever. 

tom holland

♥︎co-stars.

♥︎ sick. pt 2

FAKE TEXTS

tom holland

do you love me?

chris evans

texts with evans.

are you drunk?

requests are always open! please leave some:)

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you’re pregnant? pt.2| chris evans x reader AU.

warnings: mild cursing. 

word count: 1005

you can find part 1, here!

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it was late december, the wind howled outside as snow fell, covering everything in a soft white blanket. i was officially one month pregnant with our baby. morning sickness was brutal and it kicked my ass every single day. chris has been amazing, he brings me water and holds my hair back when im vomiting up the water that he had brought me. this baby better be worth it because this is the worst. i had a doctors appointment today to check the baby’s heartbeat and maybe get an ultrasound. even though the baby is the size of a grain of rice and looks like a tadpole, it’s still amazing to see.

i sat on the couch with dodger cuddled up next to me. i stroked my hand up and down his back as he slowly drifted off to sleep. i was watching fixer upper on hgtv, my favorite show, trying to get ideas for the nursery that we will soon be putting together. chris’ footsteps soon fill my ears. i put the t.v. on pause and look up to see him padding down the stairs. he looks at me and smiles, “hi baby. what’re you watching?” i smile back at him “i’m watching fixer upper. in this episode they’re doing a nursery! i’m trying to get ideas from it.” chris looks at the television and nods “i’m gonna run to the grocery store. do you wanna come with?” i nodded and hopped out of my seat and went to put my shoes on. dodgers head popped up as soon as i got up. i leaned down and pressed a kiss in between his ears. “bye dodger, be good buddy.” we grabbed our coats from the rack and made our way to the car. chris walked to my side and opened the door for me, “m’lady.” he took my hand and helped me into the car. i giggled as i got in. he was so goofy sometimes.

the drive to the grocery store takes about 20 minutes so chris and i had some time to talk about things. after discussing if violets were blue or purple we decided to listen to some music. chris took his right hand off the steering wheel and held my left hand. he brought it up to his lips and placed a soft kiss to it. i smiled and blushed slightly. even after being with him for nearly 5 years he still always managed to make me blush like a schoolgirl at every dirty joke and flirtatious gesture he made. “are you excited to hear the baby’s heartbeat?” he asked me, “yes, i’m kinda nervous though.” “everything will be fine, baby.” chris reassured me.

we pulled into the parking lot of target, parked the car, and got out. we walked hand-in-hand into the store. i pulled away to grab a cart. i put my purse in the baby seat and walked back to chris. “you look pretty today.” i furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at my outfit that consisted of a grey sweatshirt from nike, black leggings from pink, black converse, and a black coat. “really?” my hair was a mess and i had absolutely no makeup on. “yeah, you look snuggly and adorable.” i smiled at his comment and stood on my tippy toes to kiss him. chris always got kinda awkward when it came to pda. i always think its cute the way he gets all flustered when people look over at us.

eventually, we finished our shopping trip. we unloaded all of the bags into our kitchen and put everything away. almost immediately we were out the door again. dodger wasn’t too happy about us leaving him for a second time but it was finally time to see how our baby was doing.

we arrived at my ob/gyn. i grew giddy as we walked through the doors. i made my way to the front desk to sign my name. i sat down next to chris and leaned my head on his shoulder. i lifted my head up to look at his face, he had a nice face that i liked to admire from time to time. he stuck his tongue out and i pouted. he laughed and kissed my lips.

“y/n y/l/n?”

i quickly pulled away from our kiss and stood up. the nurse smiled at me, “follow me.” chris walked behind me as we all made our way to the room. the nurse weighed me and took my temperature. “ok, this all looks good. the doctor will be shortly.” i nodded and smiled at her.

after waiting for about 5 minutes, the doctor walked in.

“hi y/n, im dr. phillips. i will be performing your ultrasound today.” she smiled at me warmly and told me to lie back. i lifted my shirt up and leaned back on the seat. dr. phillips warned me about the coldness of the gel and made a little swirl motion as she squeezed some out. i flinched at the cool temperature but soon relaxed after a minute. she grabbed the doppler and soon a black and white picture appeared on the tv screen in front of us. chris held my hand as the doctor searched for the tiny baby.

“there it is.” typing something onto the keyboard, she made an arrow to where the baby was, “right there. that dark little spot is your baby.” i squinted to try to see it better. the little black dot didn’t look like much, but it was enough to bring chris and i to tears.

“ready to hear the heartbeat?” we both nodded and smiled. the doctor pressed a button on her computer and the sound of a fast thumping soon filled the room. suddenly everything felt real. i looked over to see chris trying not to show his tears. i brought my free hand up to his face to wipe the tear that was falling down his cheek. he smiled at me and kissed my hand.

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a/n: ok i promise next part will be better. i’ve just been hecka busy with stuff so this was kinda rushed:( but yeah, enjoy!

with love~ skye. 

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will there be more parts to the chris evans pregnancy au?

yes, definitely! the next part is coming very soon:)-skye

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i could lay like this forever ||sebastian stan x reader.

warnings: the?word?sexy?is?used?

word count: 636 (short ik. im sorry)

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ugh hes precious. 

enjoy guys! this is just a short fluff. 

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i laid on my soft queen size mattress as i waited for sebastian to come back up stairs with my chicken noodle soup. it was mid flu season and i had caught the pesky virus and it was not letting up anytime soon. my temperature was at 102 and i felt like i had actually been hit by a semi truck. i pulled the comforter up closer to my chin and inhaled the slight scent of laundry detergent. i turned my head towards the door as i heard footsteps approaching our small bedroom. sebastian slowly walked into the room, careful not to spill the soup he had spent 3 minutes crafting in our microwave, “for you, madame.” he set the bowl down on the end table next to the bed. “thank you, babe.” he hummed in response and leaned his hand down to press it against my forehead to see if i still had a fever “hmm, do you want more dayquil?”, “i should be fine.” i smiled at him and he kissed my lips “stop im gonna infect you.” i giggled as he poked my stomach lightly, “if you do, you can take care of me.” i playfully rolled my eyes at him, “of course, sebby.”

after eating my soup i finally had some energy. so i moved from the bed to the couch to watch a movie with seb. “what do you wanna watch?” “something good.” “well duh.” i chuckled at his sassy remark. “okay, how about the titanic?” “the titanic? really, y/n?” “yes! please, please, please.” i gave him puppy dog eyes until he finally gave in. “okay but if you cry im not comforting you.” “okay deal.” i wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his shoulder. i almost looked like a koala hugging a tree. i inhaled deeply and took in the scent that was sebastian. he moved slightly as he reached for the remote control to play the movie. once he got settled again he leaned his head down and kissed my head. i smiled contently. i loved this man a whole lot.

after two short hours i sat curled up next to sebastian, crying. he stroked my hair and held me closely, comforting me. “‘if you cry im not comforting you’”, my ass. “why did they have to make that movie so sad. it’s not fair.” i sniffled, “i don’t know baby.” “jack and rose deserved better.” he shook his head and chuckled, pulling me up so i was straddling his lap. i leaned down to kiss his plump pink lips. “i thought you didn’t want to infect me.” he smirked, “yeah but your sexy.” i pouted playfully. he pushed  me down onto the couch and tickled the sides of my stomach. i laughed so hard that i swore i was gonna pee. “seb! please stop!”i said in between gasps. he wasn’t letting up so i took drastic measures. i reached my hand up his back and began to tickle him. his actions stopped as he collapsed next to me, squirming. “okay, okay. truce!” i smiled and leaned down to peck his nose.

after the whole tickle sesh i was back to my crappy sick mood. i was curled up in bed watching reruns of friends in an attempt to cheer me up. seb crawled into the spot next to me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “im sorry you don’t feel good, baby.” i hummed and snuggled closer into the blankets. “you’re making me feel a whole lot better, sebby.” he kissed the back of my head and settled his head into the crook of my neck. i sighed already feeling ten times better since he was here. i could lay like this forever.

with love~ skye♡

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Existing is similar to owning a garden. You can tend to it every single day. However it may be put out is up to you, as it is yours. It can be cluttered with flowers and overgrown vines. Or it can be orderly and have few, yet beautiful plants out in view. Maybe it’s somewhere in the middle of those things. And it’s okay if you slip up. Maybe you uprooted your favorite flower instead of a weed. Or maybe you’ve simply haven’t been caring for your garden enough lately. That’s okay, don’t get frustrated and give up. You can always fix things, or create something new. With your garden, you can create and replace anything. Do what you will. However there is one thing you must not do, or at least try not to: do not let your garden go out of your care. Without you, things will soon shrivel to the ground and your garden will be nothing but a dirt plot. But, if this were to occur, don’t worry. The only thing you can do is begin again and start over. That’s better than nothing at all.

- Athena ✨

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we made an instagram!

our username is @ bubblegumhurricanee (with two e’s) cuz someone took @ bubblegumhurricane :(

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im sorry. ||sebastian stan x reader.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex

word count: 1.6k

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i was in a depressed mood when i wrote this. yikes. enjoy!! 

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you sat on the ledge of your bay window. watching the rain fall against the glass. you sighed, missing the feeling of sebastian’s warm arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close as possible. you missed the scent of his cologne, you missed his goofy jokes, and that smirk, you always missed that fucking smirk. you missed the way he would make your knees weak just by smiling. he was the one thing in your life that was perfect. until one day. you had a fight, a big fight. one that ended in him leaving you in your shared apartment choking out his name, begging him to stay. your mind drifted off to that day.

it was two forty-six in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky and the birds were chirping. you sat on the couch watching an episode of your favorite show. sebastian stormed through your front door, scaring you to death, “jesus, seb. what the hell?” he says nothing all he does is hold up his phone. you squint to see it better. on the screen there’s a picture of you and your friend, andrew. andrew is known for being a class A dick to most people but he was one of your best friends from childhood.

the day that picture was taken, andrew was being a bit ballsy. he was flirty all day and no matter how many times you told him your weren’t into him he still tried over and over again. he stopped you on the sidewalk and kissed you. you gasped and pulled away almost immediately and slapped him. however, you were too late. the paparazzi had already gotten what they wanted. you stormed off and walked back home. you knew sebastian would see the photos soon so you had to hurry. you called seb over forty times but each call was sent to voicemail. you had no choice but to sit on the couch and and wait.

“seb, i can explain. please just listen to me.” you said softly. “you know i never trusted that guy but i still let you hangout with him because he means a lot to you. but now he does this? i could kill him, i swear.” he’s seething. his face was red, teeth gritted, jaw clenched, and knuckles white. “seb, please calm down.” you walked over and touched his arm. he pulled it away so fast that it almost hit you. you jerked back, surprised. “you want me to calm down? the woman that i love more than anything is out there making out with guys that aren’t me! how the fuck am i supposed to be calm right now, y/n!” you’ve never seen him this mad. it was a foreign sight. “let me explain!” “there’s nothing to explain! it’s all right here!” he flips through the magazine until he lands on the page with my pictures on it. “y/n y/l/n was seen getting frisky with a man named andrew. the two were spotted walking downtown all day. getting ice cream, watching a movie and shopping. however, y/n isn’t single! she’s “dating” the avengers infinity war actor, sebastian stan.” he reads the dialogue off of the page “sebastian! that’s a fucking magazine article you can never trust what they write. please just hear me out!” your eyes began to fill with tears as you watched him roughly run a hand through his hair. “i can’t even fucking look at you right now.” he turned his back to you. you watched as he breathed rapidly, his shoulders rising and falling with every quick breath he took. you slowly walked over to his tall frame and reached a hand up to place it on his left shoulder. “stop fucking touching me!” you pulled your hand away quickly and lowered you head. sebastian turned towards the stairs and swiftly made his way up stairs. you followed him into your bedroom. both of your clothes were still strewn about from last night’s events. your attention was brought back to your boyfriend as you watched him grab a duffle bag from the shelf of his closet. “what are you doing?” you asked with a shaky voice. he didn’t answer instead he shoved past you to the dresser under your tv. he shoveled clothes into the small bag and made his way to the bathroom. taking his toothbrush and toothpaste and storming back downstairs. you ran after him. he walked towards the door, “sebastian.” you said weakly. you were so close to breaking down. “i’m leaving.” it was those words that sent you to your breaking point. you fell to your knees and sobbed “please, baby. we can talk. please don’t leave me your all i have. please.”  you said each word between sobs. he looked down at you and tears began to fill his eyes. he blinked and turned around to open the door. “sebastian! please!” your voice could barely yell. it was like a dream where your running from the monster but you can’t move. you were stuck and the one good thing in your life was the only thing moving further and further away from you. he slammed the door in your face and you got up and ran outside. he was already in his car. you heard the engine rev and he pulled away quickly. you stood there shocked and in tears.

your body shuddered at the one week old memory. in the past week you’d sent him 138 text messages and left him as many voicemails you could until it filled up. you brought your knees closer to your chest and looked to your right at your rose gold iphone 7 plus. you reached over to pick it up and dialed the number that was tattooed into your brain. the call went straight to voicemail, you furrowed your brows and tried to call him again. still straight to voicemail. then it hit you. he blocked your number. you sighed deeply and looked around your bedroom. every inch of this room had a memory. the bed; the first time you and sebastian had made love, the carpet next to the bed; where sebastian fell off the bed and you had to get him an ice pack for his head, the bathroom; where you walked in on sebastian singing in the shower, the closet; where sebastian blindfolded you and picked you out an outfit (he ended up picking a red lacy piece of lingerie). you didn’t even notice you were crying until a warm tear made its way down your cheek. you sniffled and decided to stop crying over him. you needed to distract yourself so you threw on a light blue sundress and some sandals. you walked down stairs and grabbed your car keys. you sat in your white volkswagen jetta and pondered over where to go. you wanted to talk to sebastian but you couldn’t. so instead, you called your best friend, chris. you clicked the call button and waited for him to pick up.

“hello?”

“hey chris. are you alone?”

“uh, one second. okay now i am.”

“good. okay so seb blocked my phone number and he also blocked me on every single social media account. i need to talk to him but i don’t know how to.”

“okay. hmm. listen, i’m with him right now so i could just give him the phone saying it’s someone else and then you could try to talk to him.’’

“oh my god! why didn’t you tell me?!”

“sorry. do you want to do that or no?”

“yeah give him your phone.”

your stomach did somersaults as you waited to hear his voice that sounded like sex itself.

“hello?”

ohmygodohmygod

“h-hey, seb. it’s me. please, please, please don’t hang up.”

“what do you want?”

“what do you think i want? i want you, baby. please meet at the cafe around the corner. we need to talk. you can’t just avoid me forever.”

“fine, what time?”

“ummm, twenty minutes?”

“ok.”

the line went dead.

you put your car into drive and made your way to the cafe. you pulled up to the small cafe that you and sebastian had met in over 3 years ago. you ordered a small iced coffee and sat at a table nestled in the back of the quiet room. you sat alone for 15 minutes praying he would show up. everytime the bell above the door jingled you perked up only to be let down. 10 more minutes passed until you finally saw him saunter into the cafe. you looked at him and guilt ripped through your entire body. he looked like hell. his eyes were red and dark circles were prominent under his bright blue eyes. his brown hair was a disheveled mess. he looked like he hadn’t slept for days and it was all your fault. you watched as he slowly walked to you. he pulled out the chair and sat. he lowered his head down and took a shaky breath in. you brought your hand up and started to lightly massage his scalp. “seb?” “hmm?” “im sorry.” he looked up at you, “why did you do it?” “i didn’t kiss him. he kissed me. i tried telling him that i wasn’t into him but he never listened. i tried calling you after it happened but you weren’t answering and then when you got home you wouldn’t let me explain and i’ve never seen you that angry and i was scared and then you left and i felt like i died and i just love you and please believe me. please.” you rambled on. none of what you said made sense but sebastian seemed to understand. he grabbed your shaking hands. “calm down, y/n. i’m right here. i believe you.” “you do?” “yes.” “i still hate that guy and your never allowed to see him again because if he so much as touches you i will beat the shit out of him.” “deal.” “i love you.” you told him for the billionth time. “i love you too.”

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ok i didn’t really proof read this well so there might be some mistakes but yeah.

with love~ skye. 

[tony-starksanxieties]

do you love me?|| tom holland fake text.

this is a mess but i haven’t posted anything in 50 years cuz im a flop. but here’s this. enjoy?

with love~ skye...