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Thank you sweets, Iām gonna review all the past writing. Everything in my drafts and soon, requests and a new and refreshed look will take over. I have a few things in mind, but howāve you been
Okay, i am willing to work with anything. Things were rough for a while and I just couldnāt get my head around to finish anything. Have over 4K drafts waiting to be finished and edited lol
Can we get more chapters of daycare please they were so good.
Hello sweets! Itās been a while, life has been catching up to me. But i am planning on restarting a few of my series that were incomplete as soon as I graduate this year.
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Heyaaa how are you? When will you be updating 10 stages?? I just love it so damn much
Hi my love, I'm doing alright. I've just been a little busy with life, but I'm so glad you like 10 stages. I have a few drafts and outlines for the next part and hope to start working on that along with all requests sitting in my inbox this week. If you'd like I'll tag you in the next part as soon as it's done and posted
Let this serve as confirmation that you are breaking free from all self-sabotaging thoughts and behaviors that hinder you from living in alignment with your truest intentions. You are doing the inner work on yourself. You are making progress. You're doing it.
hi would you mind doing prompt 10 with joshua bassett pls? thank yooou!!
Prompt(s): āStay?ā
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The wind was picking up speed as the leaves swirled around the backyard. The rustling of leaves and the whistle of wind sending a shiver through her body. The darken sky a clear giveaway that a storm was brewing on the horizon. Tugging on the sleeves of her (his) hoodie, she turned her attention back to the mug that was before her.
"you know, the weather is suppose to get really bad later.." he mumbled from somewhere behind her. She rolled her eyes looking back at her best friend.
"Ya know Josh, most sane people would be getting ready to leave.." she mumbled picking up the mug and headed towards the kitchen. "which is something I should also be doing.." she pointed out dumping the rest of the tea out.
"Or.."
"Or what?" she mumbled refusing to meet his eye. They had been doing a weird little dance between friendship and a little something more. Everyone could see there was something there yet, neither of them were willing to cross that line just yet.
"stay?"
"Stay?" she mumbled, turning to look back at Josh who now had seemed to find the backsplash highly interesting.
"I mean, it's like not you haven't stayed the night before.." he mumbled as she rolled her eyes.
"Josh, it's different now.." she mumbled looking up at the ceiling as she tried to find the correct works to say. The last thing she needed was to be stepping on his toes. "We're different.."
"Are we though?"
"I don't know Josh, this is all so confusing. I don't get it, and I'm confused. I don't have the energy to keep fighting with you and doing this weird little dance we're doing.." she mumbled as he looked back at her.
"Than what?"
"If you can't talk to me like an adult after what happened, I'm not sticking around. You have my number."
"But the storm-"
"Don't worry, I can clearly take care of myself. You should know that better than anyone.." she mumbled, he walked dumbfounded as she took her things and left him in the silence of his apartment
She sucked in the inside of her cheek as she eyed the man sitting across from her. Her eyes traced the rim of the wine glass that was placed before her, she hummed softly in agreement as her date when on about some subject she had no interest in. Sighing, softly her eyes drifted along the the room before they landed on a head of full brown hair.
"What do you think?"
She blinked rapidly turning back to him with a soft smile. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she parted her lips lightly to speak before being cut off.
"I think we should-"
"Um, don't you think that's a little much?" she mumbled as he looked her over with a blank expression. She fought the urge to roll her eyes as he went on to explain whatever point it was he was trying to make.
"So you get it? It's really not that big of a deal.." he mumbled with a shrug as he picked at the salad that was placed before him.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom.." she muttered as she stood up slowly placing the napkin on the side of the plate.
Tugging on the ends of her dress, she let out a breath she didn't even believe she was holding. Her hands calming as she entered the small hallway.
"You know, you seem like a bad boy type of girl.." a voice came from behind making her jump at the sound. "kinda disappointed in you.."
She looked over her shoulder to be meet by the same pair of brown eyes that caught her attention earlier. He most definitely more handsome up front, he looked her over with a small smile as she chuckled.
"Hmm what makes you think that?"
He let out a chuckle shoving his hands in his pocket. Her eyes trailing over his body.
"well for once, you didn't seem the slightest big interest. Also he is the most proper lad you'd ever walk through that door with.."
"For the record, there's nothing wrong with shopping the market.." she mumbled picking her nails. "Plus, how would you even know?"
"darling, I own this bar and from what I can tell you aren't the least bit interested in that block over there. So how about you ditch him and come with?"
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He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, as she rocked softly on her feet. Her hands behind her back and a certain glint in her eyes making his suspicion grow. They hadn't been together long, but Bradley knew enough to know when his girl was up too sometime.
"Anything you want to tell me?" he hummed leaning forward with a soft smile. His eyes tracing over her face, as she let out a soft giggle connecting their lips.
"Missed you.." she finally breathed out causing him to smile softly and tugging her closer into his embrace.
He hummed out a response as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck tugging him impossibly closer to her. His smile widen, before their eye contact broke.
"What was that?"
"What?"
"You are a terrible liar, darling.." he chuckled softly as he walked around her to get himself a cup of coffee. She looked at him in confusion knowing he had something more to add to his little statement. "I just heard a few things from a few people.."
"What's that suppose too mean?"
He shrugged pulling out two glasses of wine before filling one up and handing it to her. She licked her lips before taken a sip and trying to think what she said.
"Oh you know.." he mumbled as he looked her over before something finally clicked.
"How snitched?"
"No one snitched, you just aren't great at keeping secrets my love.."
She rolled her eyes leaning against the cool stone as their eyes met. His eyes studying her with a shimmer that made her heart skip a beat and her hands to get slightly sweaty.
"Oh yeah, that what's the big secret Simpson?"
"We're having a baby, which reminds me.." he mumbled leaning over and quickly shoving the glass from her hand making her blink rapidly trying to digest everything that was just said to her.
"Wait-huh?"
"You're pregnant that's what you're hiding from me."
He watched as she doubled over in laughter making him frown as he took in her reaction. Her eyes clouded with tears as the words he spoke kept repeating themselves in her head.
"Darling, that is perhaps the craziest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth.." she finally spoke as she calmed down a bit. "for the record I'm not expecting, but I do have a surprise."
"I don't get it, Tristian said-"
"Said that we're having a baby right?"
Brad nodded his head as he watched her pull out her phone and cutest little puppy showed up on her screen.
Hi my love! Thank you so much for checking in on me, Iām still here. Just havenāt been on the app as much, Iām trying to finish up my PhD in psychology, and hopes of going to med school sometime within the next year or so. I have a few pieces Iāve been working on in my spare time but between, school, my boyfriend, and family free time is limited. Hopefully I can get something out to you guys soon. I hope your doing well and staying safe. Much love, elle ā¤ļø
hey bestie! may I please be added to the 10 stages tag list? I know thereās only one chapter so far, but itās one of the best Iāve read and I donāt want to miss anything! much love xx
Hey love! Of course! Iām working on the second chapter and should be up within a week or so.
Stage One: Realization, the stage where they slowly start to realize that they are falling for someone. Where Tom has a sudden realization thanks to his best mate Harrison Osterfield.
She was running late, a bit later than usual. Checking his watch once more, Tom found himself humming along to the slightly over-played tone filling the car. The hot Virginia sun causes sweat to form on his forehead; reaching over, he quickly switched the AC settings knowing she'd complain the moment she got inside the car. Biting his bottom lip, he felt a wave of relief wash through him as he watched her walk out of the building. Hair in a neat ponytail, her figure hugged by a dress that looked way too good on her. Her light pink blazer rested on her arm as she waved goodbye to a colleague before making her way over to his car.
"Ah always a gentleman.." she hummed in approval watching as he swiftly got out of the car and opening her door.
Giving her his signature boyish grin, he leaned close to her, placing a soft kiss onto her cheek. Closing her door, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, watching as he climbed back in. Tom watched as she fiddled with the climate control on her side from the corner of his eyes.
"You sure you aren't going through menopause or something.." he mumbled, backing out of the spot and soon driving them towards their weekly lunch date.
"Isn't that your job to know.." she hummed, pulling her phone out from her bag. "Plus, I think I'm a bit to young for that Thomas.." she mumbled.
"Well aren't you a doctor.." he huffed out as she took this chance to slap him across the head. The loud groan that escaped his lips was enough the have a satisfied sigh escaping her own.
"Besides the point Holland, how was the first half of work? Any life saving surgery?"
He shrugged, he loved what he did, and every day, he was thankful for it. Sure it was hard work to get where he was now, but here he stood. Now three years into residency, he had somewhat of an idea of what he wanted to do. After learning that a position would be opening up at the hospital, he knew this is where he was meant to be.
"Not really, pretty slow today.."
She nodded her head; Tom was a bit further along than she was. He was nearing the end of his term and now had a whole different set of pressure resting on his shoulders.
"A spot is opening up at the hospital though.." he mumbled once they were seated at the country clubāthe same country club where they had first been introduced.
"Wow Tom, are you gonna apply?" She asked with wide eyes. They hadn't talked much about his plans after med school; she knew he had some sort of idea of staying local. "Is it in the department you're in now?"
"Um it's actually in the trauma department.." he stated as she nodded her head. This was the first time he was actually voicing his future plans with her. It wasn't that he kept her in the dark or that she felt entitled in being informed. Tom was her best friend, and she just wanted to support him in any way possible.
"Wow that's huge.." she stated as he nodded his head. He knew she had been seeing or talking to some guy from the hospital. It was possibly the first time since March that she had actually gone out on a date. Tom doesn't know if she went on a date or if they even still talked.
"Not sure if it's something I want though."
Y/N knew that was a code for closing that conversation, so she did just that. In an instant, their discussion switched to the fact that she will be gone for a few days. Tom had promised to look after her place along with being on dog sitter duties for Layla. He hummed softly as she basically gave him a tiny little run down of her short weekend trip and promising takeout the moment she's back. He knew it was a code word for debriefing after spending a few days confined with her family members.
"Harrison's coming down right?" She asked once they were seated at their usual table. "He texted me asking if I'll be around.."
"Yeah, he's staying a couple days.." he mumbled, eyes scanning the menu though it was kinda pointless. He already knew both their words.
"Hmm, it'll be good for you." She mumbled, clearing her throat. As much as y/n hated to admit, she knew this time was difficult for any medical student. The ending was nearing, and the sudden pressure to have everything set in stone was terrifying. However, she knew as much as anyone that Tom was in a much different mindset than when they first met.
The Tom Holland sitting before her was different; he had a future planned out for himself. Sure, he didn't plan ahead like she had, but the small amount he did was a great start. She also knew that pushing him into making decisions was never an intelligent choice; Tom knew what he wanted and had all the necessary tools to pursue whatever it was he wanted in life. One thing she was clear on was that he was staying in Virginia.
"Can I ask you something.."
She looked up at him nodding her head. His tone was slightly different, closer to the one he used the morning after their last candle and wine night. The same night where she may have cried a bit too much in his guest room.
"That night at the beach, when when we made the bet, where you in a sense preparing yourself? You know, for like the breakup?" He asked softly, thanking the waiter as they set their drinks down.
She looked at him a little dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say. She knew what she had to say, but the words couldn't seem to come out. She looked at him for a few seconds, mind racing before finally speaking.
"No, I wasn't. If I'm being completely and utterly honest with you Tom, I thought Marc was maybe the one. We were together for so long and everything was so close to perfect. I don't think I really ever saw us ending.."
He nodded his head, ignore the slight sting upon hearing those words, not that he was surprised. It hurt him to know that something that she believed in so desperately ended without any explanation. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she was feeling or what she thought the moment everything sunk in. However, Tom also knew y/n was a lot stronger than everyone gave her credit for.
"Have you talked to him?"
"No, he didn't answer the first couple of texts I sent. So I guess I kinda got the hint you know. I'm not necessarily bothered by it, I mean I was in the beginning but now it kind feels numb."
"Shouldn't you like talk to a professional love.." he mumbled as she smiled at him softly. "I know it's in a sense traumatizing.."
"Don't worry doctor, I talk to my shrink about it. Im kinda coming to terms with the fact that maybe we weren't meant to be.." she mumbled as he nodded her head. "I just, I'm focusing on myself and getting through all this. If love comes my way it comes my way..."
"How knows darling, the one might be right under your nose." He chuckled, leaning over to bop her on the nose. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, watching her nose scrunch up and eyes crinkle up.
"God I hate you sometimes.."
It's been two days since Y/N had left for New Hampshire on a small family getaway. As much as she wanted to drag him along, and as much as Tom hated to admit it, a weekend with the Y/L/N sounded pretty amazing; Harrison finally got some time off and was coming to visit. He was had just finished stocking his fridge with a few essential items the two would need before the door open and the sound of barking welcomed the blond inside the townhouse.
He couldn't help the sense of familiarity that washed over him seeing his best friend come into view. Tom hated to admit it, but he needed to see him, more than he could like to admit. After a hug that might have lasted a few seconds longer, they were both drowning in beer and one of Harrison's favorite dishes made by y/n.
"Where is our own personal pyschatrists anyways?" he asked before taking a sip of his beer.
"Went up north to visit family, something about get together or whatever.."
Harrison nodded his head, picking at the label on his beer. The two had done a decent amount of catch-up, but he couldn't seem to notice the lack of mention of his neighbor.
"Marc must be happy to see her.." Harrison mumbled as Tom tensed up at the name. He wasn't sure what Harrison did and didn't know. "I actually ran into him a few days ago."
Tom choked slightly on his beer as he looked back at him at a loss. He wrecked his brain on what he could say but kept coming out short. The one thing coming to mind was just blurring out how Marc suddenly stopped responding without an explanation. How he suddenly can't stop thinking about their stupid bet, and how every day the chances of becoming a reality increase.
"Mate, they aren't together anymore..."
"Stop bullshitting me Holland, Marc looked very much in love with her when I asked him how things were between them.."
Tom couldn't help but scoff, thinking back to the night she had shown up with too many bottles of wine and a broken heart.
"Mate he ghosted it, thats a pretty funny way of showing yourĀ love."
"Fuck, I had no idea."
"No one did mate."
The past few days were pleasant and relaxing; the two spent time together. Harrison was just what time needed, and within the short few days Harrison was there, Tom realized a couple of things:
One that he couldn't possibly live without both Y/N and Harrison in his life.
Two that heĀ wasĀ going to take the position at the Trauma Department.
"Thomas Stanley did you miss me..." she giggled softly as he brought her into a bone-crushing embrace. The sigh that escaped his lips was overwhelming.
Maybe, you don't see her as just a friend, mate. I don't do half of the shit you do with her, with Jessica.."
"Shut up, Y/N.." he mumbled, slightly pushing her away while shaking Harrison's voice out of his head. "I got that wine you told me about.."
"Yum, it's good." she stated as she took a seat at the island. He couldn't help but smile as she leaned over, smelling the candle he had picked out. "Cactus Bloom?"
"Its a good debriefing scent, not too intesne.."
I don't bother to memorize small insignificant facts about just some random girl, not even if we're close. I'd understand a few minor details, but not all.
She watched as he poured them both a glass before handing her a plastic spoon and pushing a carton of takeout towards her. She hummed in appreciation, sending him a wink.
"So how was your few days with Harrison?" she asked, swirling the pasta around. "How's he doing?"
"He's doing, says the kids say he speaks funny.."
"He does speak funny, you both do.." she hummed, locking eyes with him and a wide grin. "But its aĀ cuteĀ funny.."
"Funny."
She hummed, sending him a wink before taking a few more sips of her wine. He sighed, leaning back in his seat as he took a good look at her. She looked different; she was happier, lighter even. It was clear these few days away did good on her, and he was glad.
You notice the little things about her Tom, from the color of her nails to when her mood shifts. No one reads that deep unless they fancy someone.
"I'm gonna take the spot in the truma department.."
Her lips formed an 'O' before launching herself into his arms. Her lips lightly brushing the skin against his neck, causing his arms to hold her a little tighter.
Now tell me, Holland, how does she make you feel? Don't hold back anything Tom, it's me. You can be honest, mate. Do you fancy Y/N?
"God, Tommy I'm so happy for you.."
The way her eyes sparkled caused a storm to awaken within him. His heart was beating a bit too fast, the sudden urge to pull her into a kiss. The feeling was overwhelming as she started to ramble still in his embrace.
It was at that moment that theĀ realizationĀ kicked in.Ā Tom Holland was starting to fall for his best friend, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.
Hey love, unfortunately I'm not able to complete this request because I'm not really sure what prompt list this came from. If you'd like to request another my inbox is always open and ready for requests.
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Coping strategies can be described as psychological patterns that individuals use to manage thoughts, feelings, and actions. Every single person has their unique technique when dealing with specific situations at hand. For Y/N and Thomas, it was simple; it wasnāt necessarily something she would recommend to a patient of hersās but it worked for her and Thomas. It had almost become a routine in a sense for the pair, they couldnāt pinpoint when it had occurred, but it was a system that worked for them. It was a candle burning, a glass or two of wine, and some take-out.
The night she showed up at his house, hair a mess and eyes slightly swollen, Tom knew this was a little different than before. She had a few too many bottles of wine in her arms, and her bag had a sweater sleeve hanging from it. She looked like the same girl he knew since the beginning of medical school, but yet she looked different. The version of Y/N standing before him was a stranger.
Tom and Y/N had been friends since his second year of medical school. She was fresh and enrolled, ready to start her degree, she had her whole life planned out, and he admired her for that. He hadnāt thought much other than the fact that he wanted to be a surgeon. He knew that much. She always told him that it was okay that he didnāt have everything figured not; not everyone did. Slowly but surely, they both became a constant in each otherās lives. It also helped that they ended up being neighbors in the same townhome community not far from campus.
Now it was four years later, she was a year into her residency, while he was nearing his third year and slowly starting to have a future planned. He cursed to admit it, but it was thanks to her that he was slowly beginning to find his way. Doors were opening, and he couldnāt help but be thankful for the girl sitting beside him.
She had changed now, looking a little more relaxed. Hair in a messy bun, and his pink sweater was hanging off her shouldersāa candle burning between them and a few two many containers of take-out. Her wine glass was resting beside her as she thought of where to begin. It was hard to start when there was so much she wanted to say but no way of saying it. Maybe it was the client she saw earlier this afternoon that prompted these feelings within her. Yet, she wouldnāt admit to him that she spent a few too many moments in her office trying to compose herself or the mere fact that she spent nearly an hour crying in her car before heading home.
āI just donāt understand..ā she breathed out, staring at the candle burning. The sight brought a small smile onto her face; she knew he hated candles, yet he kept them around just for her.
āWanna elaborate?ā
She glanced back at him with a small smile; her eyes didnāt sparkle like they did this morning. Now free of all makeup, her face revealed her imperfections that in his eyes made her beautiful.
āI guess I just wasnāt enough ya know Tom?ā She started as he tilted his head to the side, waiting for her to continue. āItās just heart break after the other. Youād think as a psychiatrist I could pin point whatās wrong with me, or what Iām doing wrong. I just donāt understand what I do that they all just leave.ā
āDid something happen?ā He mumbled, feeling a wave of confusion race through him. He assumed everything was fine; everything looked fine. He liked Marc; he was a nice guy. He had a decent job, and he managed to make the distance work.
āI donāt know Tommyā¦ā
He nodded his head; he knew he didnāt have to say anything. She would open up to him eventually. Y/N always tended to never really say anything when something was wrong; that was something he learned reasonably quickly. For someone going into a field to help others, she had a tough time communicating her feelings. Yet, she was great at what she does.
āI didnāt think anything was wrong you know. Like before I moved out here, our relationship was fine. We had it all figured out, yet somewhere things went wrong..ā she mumbled, closing her eyes, not wanting the tears to start escaping again. āI know we didnāt have the most ideal beginning but still ya know..ā
āI didnāt even know anything was going on between you two love. You donāt really express when something is wrong..ā he finally spoke as she nodded her head.
āBecause we were fine, at least in my eyes we were. I would talk to him, ask him how he was feeling. It wasnāt to be overwhelming or clingy I just care. I mean we went through a lot, for bearly seeing each other during COVID than to me moving out here for med school..ā
āBut?ā
āI guess I just wasnāt enough for him..ā she mumbled, licking her lips. Eyes dry as she looked at the burning flame before her. āHe didnāt cheat or anything, but I guess I just stopped being a priority for him. He stopped answering slowly and now weāre here.ā
Oh wow, Iām really excited for this! Such an original idea! Also, surgeon Tom Holland? How hot is that? Iād faint on that table before they knock me out
