#becca blabs

[super-hero-confessions]

Hey! Becca and Ryan Butcher victim blaming confessor! Shut the fuck up!

No, it's not "jUsT aS mUcH bEcCa's fAuLt" Ryan is in the current situation he's in. She did the best she could. She tried to keep Ryan a secret. She's not the one who fucking blabbed to Homelander about him and made him come crashing in to ruin their lives. She's not the Nazi bitch who helped steal Ryan from her, nor did she invite any of those people into her life. She didn't choose for any of that to happen. She has no power to predict it or "pLaN aHeAd" for it.

Explain how in the fuck anyone is supposed to plan ahead for the shit she's had to deal with? Was she supposed to "plan ahead" for getting raped? For her husband flying off the deep end? For him breaking his promise to her? How is she responsible for these grown ass men and what they do?

No, Ryan shouldn't have "cHoSeN tHe BeAr". He didn't get a fucking choice. He is a child. That doesn't even make any fucking sense but I guess according to you, Becca also should have "cHoSen" the bear, right? Despite the fact that a man raped her and there was no choice, clearly it's okay to tell a victim "cHoOsE bEtTeR", right?

Choose better what? Clothes? Relatives? Sidewalks? Jobs? Make it make fucking sense. None of that determines what makes a victim.

What makes a victim is the ACTION of the ABUSER. NOTHING ELSE.

You're just an illogical shithead who doesn't understand how people work or how irrational it is to expect them to plan or make choices in regards to things they A. Have no control over. And B. Could not have possibly predicted BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT FUCKING CLAIRVOYANT.

Since you definitely don't understand what that means, I'll explain it.

It means no one, and I mean no one, is under obligation or expectation to predict or expect someone to BETRAY or HURT them. The only people at fault for this are, get this, THE PERPETRATORS.

That's it. End of.

The ONLY person responsible for Billy Butcher's actions is: Billy Butcher.

The ONLY person responsible for Homelander's actions is: Homelander.

If you are blaming Becca for the shitty mess that these two men put her in, put her son in, you are a victim blamer. End of.

[abilouwrites]

AMERICAN DREAM

First fic in a while 😐😃

:(no outbreak) Sarah, drinking, dilfs. Ranch on pizza, food. Hives AFAB reader. Periods

Joel would often wonder what his life would be like, would he have that American dream? Would she have stayed? Would he not be a contractor living day to day in a house he can barely afford.

Would she still be a doctor instead of running away at the sight of a positive test. Would she be the mother she wanted to be.

Maybe instead she would’ve been a stay at home mom, nursing babies and enjoying life. Would he have had that cushy job her mother approved of.

He sees her in his dream sometimes, hair tied back like always, especially when she was thinking. Hard at thought; nose in her textbooks.

But instead she was eternalized by his dreams, stuffed into baggy clothes to hide the bump, crying in the shitty apartment they were living in.

In his dreams shes standing in the kitchen, Sarah tucked under her arm as she’s mashing potatoes, angrily grunting away and blabbing about some girl on the soccer team.

Sometimes he’d like to imagine the two of them having another kid, sometimes he’d imagine her stomach swollen still covered in those hives she used to get.

Sarah gets them, stressed, in the sun too much. Her skin flares and she ends up with her skin scratched raw, spoon feeding her ice cream in an ice bath.

He’d imagine her, kissing him at the door and untightening his tie, taking his briefcase and setting it by the coffee table he built.

Instead he’s taking his flannel off and seeing Sarah once again making eggs, “hi sweetie, you ok?” He’ll ask kissing the part of her hair.

“Yeah, I made eggs.” She always says, “I put cheese in them too. If you grab some of the bread and toast it I can put some bacon on too”

“No ‘m alright sweetheart. The guys ordered pizza, brought you some for lunch tomorrow”

“Thanks” she says, scratching the back of her hair to which Joel lifts it up seeing the small lumps with red circles around, “hives”

“Uh oh, do I need to go buy icecream?” He jokes

“No, no im fine.”

It’s when Sarah starts truly growing up when he is at a loss; unsure of what to do. Confused and nervous. But aware of the young adult neighbors who’d moved in.

It’s an awkward situation, nervously knocking on a door he’s only interacted with once. And that was just introducing himself and Sarah.

It’s just about seven at night, and a young woman appears at the door after some shouting. It’s clear she’s half asleep; the television blaring in the background. There’s a girl passed out on the floor and the woman at the door turns back, “Becca, turn Sofie on her side. If she barfs she’s gonna choke” she stares before closing the door.

A southern accent drawls from her voice, one clearly hidden from years out of state, “somethin I can help you with?” She asks, sweeping some hair out of her eyes.

“M so sorry for the bother, my daughter. Uh Sarah. She’s uh” he nervously looks at the ground, “got her period.. and I uh don’t know what to do”

“Oh yeah, give me a sec”

She runs back inside; and whilst Joel is completely expecting for her to ditch she comes out later with a box of pads, “I remember her, uh will you show me to her?” The twenty something girl.

He leads her upstairs knocking on the crummy white door, “sar, it’s one of the neighbors. She’s a uh. Girl and I think she will know what to do”

“Ok..” the muffled voice is shaky and clear that she had been crying.

“Hey. I’m y/n” you tell her your name and she responds with hers.

“Y/n, I’ll be downstairs. Beer?”

“No thank you Mr.Miller. I don’t drink on school nights”

“Alright. I’ll be downstairs”

You see him more and more, drinks now and then. Babysitting for some extra cash. A cool house that isn’t full of partying.

He finds you, usually asleep on the couch, Sarah’s head on your lap. He sees the similarities between you and her, heat hives.

It’s unexpected when he finds you in the shower, “you alright?”

“Gosh I’m sorry Mr.Miller, Im breaking out in hives and Sarah said I could use the cold shower”

“No, you’re alright. Do I pop a bottle of wine and order pizza?”

“God that’d be lovely.”

Joel never opens wine unless it’s with you, and you manage do drink half of it. And half a pizza, with Sarah’s assistance of course, “I didn’t know a sorority girl could eat that much” Joel jokes seeing you dip your pizza into some ranch.

“Mnh, I also played volleyball and was on my collages soccer team before I graduated” You say, “never missed a meal, kept my mass up, I’m on the bulk right now” You inform

“Jesus, ranch with pizza? What are you a wild animal”

You laugh at him as Sarah looks disapprovingly. He still walks you home and waits for you to lock the door before he goes home.

Sarah is still there, eating leftover pepperoni, “you like her” she states

“Don’t lie you lil twerp”

“No I’m serious, non of the others made you open up like that, and I wouldn’t mind having her around. I mean she basically lives here anyways”

[the-firebird69]

We don't want to hear from Becca we don't want to hear from her now no and never she's a heinous b**** and she needs to be cut off so the others burned off if necessary as Trump will be and it's proven to be today is the 12th I said finally got that Walmart order in our son that is and Hera helps of course she's the one who get pressing the button and insisting on it and it works and thanks for it and she's got to cut down here in some form for the holiday just to see him see him smile at the wrong person cuz she's in disguise yeah so she's thinking about it and maybe have a cinnamon coffee that would be nice she says.

--we have a few more things to go over one of them is this car keeps showing up it's for Brian and bring him stuff and it's a girl and they keep getting mad at her and it keeps happening there are a few more things this guy doesn't seem to be living on his own and it's very lame when it comes to doing stuff we don't like it and our son and daughter say already you're not going to support me you can't support yourself everybody around him is falling to pieces and we understand the message and we are moving on it he's going to need money and he's going to get it and he needs support and you guys seem to be checking out

--further we do not need your advice on things ever what time are you blabbing at us and talking about how to open doors and turn your TV on because Stan doesn't know it's a nightmare and he can't see well and it's no way to get the glasses even if they were to call and voice to take a long time boy it doesn't take a long time it's way too long and yeah something's wrong so he says he's going to have to call he calls every few months and they say will call you and really that's too long usually glasses or is it a few days so you know why it's like warlock area and he's just sitting there say it he said he's sitting there saying it but he can't see

--we do have a few more things to say when is that Garth had trouble there too and it wasn't that bad but their son and Ken wrote down there with him and he almost crashed a few times almost missed the place and it was misery riding with him he finally got there and he was in Leroy format and he met and kind of sucked and then laughing said he doesn't know what to go to do so it's been like 2 years or something you don't think they did anything and they say they don't have to that's the way they are and with our son on occasion and we let them know they're wrong and they still don't get it.

--the second tire of your faces and your grins and your talk and you don't mean anything by it now we mean something by it. We have to execute you just like back proper and it's coming up pretty soon and Trump is helping because he is a deluded loser may have had the ships over to the max already people are checking and crushing the idiot to check

--moreover people don't like the empire and they don't like Trump and they're willing to get rid of trump to get to them

More shortly

Thor Freya

I've sat here for a while and I've been patient now I'm not patient but really the program's going ahead and the 15th is 2 days away and he'll see them gone they'll come back and our people will see what they're like they're really really awful stupid s**** and need to be flushed

Hera

Olympus

We're not the ones who are going to be in the caskets it's going to be everybody but a few people know a lot of us it's going to try for us it's really because of Mac proper and we're not gloating about it we think it's horrible it is foreboding and he's not very excited about the idea at all either but we're not getting him funding and he needs it and his father and mother and the pseudo empire the empire foreigners wanted to have money I noted that what I said was this guy is social security is going to get the shaft because he can issue money he won't and she's been wants to issue it with his own code which is fine but this guy is a pain in the ass and a stupid person this huge groups against him and he keeps on wailing away blabbing pissing in the wind doesn't have any mega program never did says he can get it and who cares it's disgusting we know what the word is pu besant he had a friend here she provoked me but he was doing a lot of work to get me to do stuff I found it out later and her friend did it because he couldn't stop me and it was a lesson it's kind of like this idiot is making this s*** happen so you made that happen and people getting a lot of trouble around him and the idiot himself has gotten shot and that's Trump in the head a lot okay he's a vegetable now doesn't admit it for years since no he tells people a little because he says I'm making mistakes and you're not paying attention and I get that but his clan is like a mess leaders are gone and Southwest and he's not thinking right

Brad

[duckduckhjonk]

After careful debate between me and myself. I'm posting chapter 2. Here ya go!

Chapter 2 of The Mystery of The Cyclone!

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Word count; 2,342

Note; felt a lot more comfortable with the characters this chapter! Hopefully you enjoy :3

The weeks came, and they went. Soon all six of the kids were released and sent home. Not long after they were sent back to school. For some, this also meant back to working a shitty job at Taco Bell.

But the day was new for Noel, and his first day back to school since the accident. Typically he would walk, given his proximity to the school, but today he got a ride from his mother. She had the time off and figured he'd wear himself out if he walked too long. The boy was still recovering after all.

It was early, far too early for classes to begin. Typically on these types of days, Noel would visit the choir room. Usually Father Marcus would let the choir kids stay there until classes began as to avoid trouble. Today, Noel was unsure if the new director would. He didn't even know anything about this new director! That just had to be remedied.

Noel walked as fast as his bandaged legs could carry him. He knew a straight shot path to the choir room from the entrance gates. As he arrived at the choir room, the door was slightly cracked open. Slowly, he opened the door. On the other side of the room, an old lady stood hunched over a music stand. On the bleachers sat Ricky. Noel sighed in relief when he saw a familiar face.

"Ricky, it's good to see you again," Noel began, "how's it going?"

'it's been alright,' Ricky signed, 'although my parents have been stressing over every little thing since I got home.'

"Oh, so has my mom," Noel said sympathetically. After a brief pause he spoke again, "what's the new director like?"

'I'm not sure, I know she doesn't know sign language though,' Ricky replied, 'she was kind of snarky when I first got in here, though.'

"I see," Noel said, his voice trailing off. As he opened his mouth to speak again, the new director was now looking at them.

"Ah, I didn't see you come in," she said, "you're in the choir, yes?"

"I am," Noel said in a dramatic tone, "you must be the new choir director, it is so nice to finally meet you."

"Ah, I've been here a little while now, I wouldn't say new," She said, now a touch flustered.

"Well you're new to us! After all, we just got out of the hospital," Noel replied in a now sly voice.

"Oh, yes, yes, I nearly forgot about that," the director exclaimed, "well, I'm Sister Becca, it is so nice to meet you."

"Noel Gruber, at your service," Noel stood up and bowed dramatically, "and this is Ricky, if you didn't already know."

"I tried asking him earlier about his name but he just wouldn't respond," Sister Becca complained.

'I did, just not with my voice,' Ricky explained to Noel, 'not my fault she can't read sign language.'

Their conversation was cut short by the door creaking open once more. On the other side was a girl who stiffly entered and moved to join them. A headless doll clutched in her arms.

"Penny!" Noel exclaimed.

"Hello, Noel, hello, Ricky," Penny said cheerfully, "hello, new director lady."

"Ah, hello," Sister Becca replied, clearly put off by Penny.

The reunion was sweet, but short lived as the bell had rung. The three students all swiftly exited and parted ways.

~

School was about as normal as ever. Lots of faux 'oh we missed you's and 'how are you feeling's. It got on Noel's nerves. It was a slow day and it didn't seem to get any faster. Although at lunch he finally got some peace and quiet. That peace and quiet was rather short lived for soon Noel would find himself being practically dragged by Constance. She was blabbing on about an 'emergency choir meeting' or something.

"What's all this about?" Noel asked as he sat at the round table with the other members of the choir.

"Well," Ocean began, "I did some research and I found out just how many safety features rollercoasters are required to have. There's such a small chance all of them would fail leading to the cart derailing without any of the employees noticing. It doesn't add up!"

"So what are you suggesting?" Mischa asked.

"That someone tampered with the rollercoaster, thus making this a murder attempt," Ocean announced.

Noel wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. On one hand, how dare someone try something like that! But on the other hand it would certainly thicken the plot. Perhaps leading to a tragic twist where just before our brave heroes find out the culprit they tragically die. That would make for a beautiful story.

It seemed he was the only one taking this in a positive light. Looking around the table, the other kids looked horrified. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at them. Some of them on the verge of tears for christ sake!

"So what do we do about this? There is no way I take an attempt on my life lying down," Mischa nearly screamed.

'Simple,' Ricky signed, 'we figure out the culprit and bring them to justice.'

"It's not that simple, Ricky," Constance chimed in, "there were hundreds if not thousands of people at the fall fair! Anyone could have done it!"

"Maybe let's try listing off possible suspects first," Ocean said, "does anyone here know of anyone who wants them dead?"

The choir all stopped to think. Noel couldn't recall anyone despising him besides his own father, and his father left town years ago! There was always the sporty bully kid but he was mean to everyone, why would he target Noel?

The choirs' thinking led them to a whole bunch of nowhere. Lunch ending put an end to their think time. The choir kids all split off and went on their ways until the end of the day.

Like every class that morning, the afternoon ones dragged on just as long. Noel was exhausted by the time biology rolled around and could barely keep himself interested. He'd rather think, no, fantasize about what mysteries and tragedies could unfold. He was the victim of a murder attempt after all.

His thoughts were all too soon interrupted by the biology teacher slamming his hand onto Noel's desk. He flinched and let out a tiny yelp as the teacher did so.

"What's goin through your little mind that's soooo important?" The teacher asked.

Noel, thinking on his toes, stood up dramatically. This was his time to shine. "When a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. The lion gets jealous—sometimes so jealous he eats the children. You'd think this would upset the lioness. Far from it. They make love again like the children never existed. I find that idea terrifying."

The teacher didn't know how to react. As Noel sat back down, the teacher, rather pathetically, walked back up and continued his lesson. His eyes turned towards the front of the room to see Penny, whom he shared the class with, nearly dying of laughter, trying to contain it.

They made a pact to not stop talking about the incident. To put it in a better light. If not then they'd only be driven apart. So what better than to have a little fun with it. Penny seemed to agree.

Noel was ever so thankful it was the last class of the day. The bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class alongside it. Noel trotted slyly towards the front of the room to meet with Penny.

"How did you manage that timing so well?" Penny asked between laughs.

"Oh, please, my timing is always perfect," Noel said as he waved his hand, "now let's get to the choir room, I want to hear if anyone's gotten any idea of who's responsible for all this."

"I have a theory, but I'm going to wait until we're in the choir room to tell," Penny said.

"Oh, good, that makes one of us," Noel sighed.

The choir room wasn't far, the two arrived quickly. While they weren't the first in the room, they were considerably early. Noel made a huge entrance into the room with Penny trailing not too far behind.

Within the room, there was at least three others. Noel recognised Ocean and Ricky as two of them, but failed to recognise the other girl. This girl had long brown hair and wore a boy's uniform. She had dark makeup around her eyes and had a very worried expression. Ocean was attempting to calm the girl down.

"Just deep breaths," Ocean said, "it'll all be okay!" Her tone sounded faker than the fantasies in his own head.

"It's not ok," the girl replied, "Hank said he'd meet me here, something bad could have happened!"

Noel found a seat in the stands next to Ricky, watching the scene go down. Penny loomed above the two, also fascinated by Ocean and the other girl's squabbles.

"Maybe he got stuck behind some slower walking students," Ocean suggested now sounding anxious, "we don't need to storm through the entire school looking for him."

"Oh, don't play dumb with me, Ocean," the girl replied, "you know Hank is a target for bullying. There's a more than likely chance he's sitting in a locker that isn't his own."

As the two bickered, Constance had snuck in and joined the bystanders. She seemed all to used to these exchanges. Noel figured it best to maybe ask her for some context.

"What's the deal with them?" He asked in a whisper.

"Oh, Astrid and Ocean are cousins," Constance started, "Astrid's best friend, Hank, is kind of a, uhm, loser to say nicely. He gets bullied a lot without her around.",

"I see..."

A few moments passed before the door was thrown open. On the other side stood a disgruntled looking man. It was Mischa. For some reason, he held another, more pathetic looking boy, under his arm. Mischa placed him down and immediately Astrid embraced the boy.

"Oh there you are!" She exclaimed, "you had me worried sick! What happened?"

"He got shut into locker" Mischa explained, "I was nearby and heard his baby weeping and released him from metal prison."

"I'm alright now," Hank said, patting Astrid on the back.

"Right!" Ocean said with a clap of her hands, ruining the rather sweet moment, "while we still have time before practice begins, we've got a murder case to look into. Does anyone have any theories about possible suspects?"

Penny raised her hand, "I believe I have an idea."

"Alright," Ocean said albeit a little hesitantly, "what's your theory?"

"This might take some context," Penny forewarned, "But do you remember that school assembly where my brother and I told a story about how drugs are bad and going all the way to Orlando, Florida to bite the cheek off of a rapper known formerly as Johnny Moon is also bad?"

Mischa slammed his fist into the step of the stands he sat in, "That was you??" He asked loudly.

"Yes," Penny answered, beginning to feel nervous.

"You are my hero, yoo!" Mischa continued, now extremely giddy, "That JK-47 guy gave bad rep to rap scene! You beating the shit out of him absolutely ruined him and saved rap for ever!"

Penny looked unsure of how to respond. Luckily she didn't have to, as Ocean interrupted their moment.

"So you're implying that this guy might be back to try and kill you?" She said impatiently.

"Oh, yes, that's where I was going," Penny confirmed.

Ocean wrote the name down in a notebook with a fancy looking pen. She looked up and around at everyone. The rest of the choir just shrugged or shook their heads awkwardly. Even Noel struggled to think of a culprit.

Their theorising was cut short by the director tapping on her stand, gaining all of their attention.

"Alright, welcome back," Sister Becca began, "it's so nice to have everyone back in choir. For those of you who don't know, I'm Sister Becca, your choir director.

If he were to be honest, Noel mostly tuned what she was saying out. He didn't really care about her or her dog at all. There wasn't much practicing to be done that day, it was mainly Sister Becca rambling about her life.

Noel's mind was in a different place. Not quite the usual place, but one where he was a stunningly beautiful detective of a similar French name who struggled to make ends meet and sold her body to pay rent. She had just been given a big case about the murder of six people and was tasked with finding the killer based off such little evidence.

"Oh, I promise I will catch this killer no matter what," Monique said passionately.

"Good. I'm counting on it," the brash Frenchman said before storming out of the shoddy office.

Monique sighed, she looked over the files and could barely find anywhere to begin. Six separate murders with all different killing techniques yet somehow all linked. She'd need more evidence. Given the recency, Monique would simply have to investigate the crime scenes.

The first was a saddening one. A girl without a head. The only thing anyone knew about this girl was her recently attacking a famous musician. She noted down she'd have to interview him if given the chance.

"Noel? Are you there?" The daydream faded as he saw Mischa waving his hand in front of Noel's face. "It is time to go home, you've been staring off into space for long time now."

"Oh, forgive me," Noel said dramatically, "I had gone off to my own world again, much more interesting than listening to someone go off about her dog for an hour."

'Agreed,' Ricky added from next to Noel.

The three boys exited the choir room together, but dispersed not long after. Noel had to get to work, but perhaps he could get back to her detective work while he walked.

[dinosaurparfait]

y’all mind if I... start shitposting on here again

[chillchocolate]

Hey anyone remeber when I used to do art.... me neither

[heroesofvoltron]

ya girl is bout to hit 1k 👀

[janetbrown711]

For the fanfic ask game: f, k, m, p! :^)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

I know it's an odd choice, but I think the snippet of the Charming Siblings talking in my fic A Party is really good. Idk- I've always been good at sibling interactions but I feel like this is def one of my better examples at their banter (especially in the way I captured their personalities).

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Oh I've had lots.

I remember thinking about a dark timeline where Angelina 1 gets to the Wishing Star first and Dot dies and basically, everything falls apart and everything is shitty forever.

I think Dot's husband/what happened to her and him is pretty fucked up but that's not gonna be revealed til later... maybe- idk, it's complicated.

M: Got any premises on the back burner you'd care to share?

I've been doodling a deltarune au for my next gens that I'm having a lot of fun with. I will never write it, but it's really fun to draw and mess around with.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener" (How much do you plain in advance versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I'm def a gardener. I hate planning ahead and while I have a general plan I can let go if a story wants to side track for awhile. Nothing is ever truly set in stone (especially bc I never write anything down lmaoooo)

Send me an ask!

[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 18

Heather Dunbar x fem!reader Warnings: language, arguments/fighting, punishments, smut, degradation, toxic dynamics, alcohol and weed consumption, angst/emotion, anxiety.

Your hands gripped the edges of the marble basin, breathing slowly and deeply, having already let the first Ativan dissolve under your tongue, fighting off the nausea you’d begun experiencing the moment Heather had revealed herself. This couldn’t be that bad, right? You weren’t actually with Becca, you were just her fake girlfriend for the night, and she would most likely back you up on that, that it was just a sham. It wasn’t like you’d actually been intimate, the closest you’d ever come was her crush that had since dissipated, or a hug, which was completely platonic. Though your heart started to race again at having to either cut off your friendship with the person you’d been spending the most time with recently out of nowhere (and for no good reason) or having to admit that you were sleeping with her Mom. You were certain Becca wasn’t going to be okay with that, hell, you weren’t okay with that. Being the dirty mistress was one thing, you were morally okay with that, but the idea of potentially destroying an entire family? That was way beyond your pay grade.

The nausea surged through you again, and you ended up losing your dinner into the toilet, thankful that when you snooped through the cupboards there was a bottle of mouth wash you were able to use. Taking the time to wipe your eyes, making sure your make up was settled and you looked presentable and not upset, you popped the second Ativan, knowing you’d thrown up the first. You took a few heavy breaths before unlocking the door, slowly moving through the house, it was once you hit the kitchen that you froze, your breath catching in your throat as you felt the panic course through your body once again.

Heather stood at the end of the island, her jaw tight, lips pursed, her hand clenched around her glass of wine as she surveyed you for a moment. You didn’t dare to open your mouth, knowing whatever she had to say was going to usurp you anyways.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She growled.

“It’s not what you think!” You instantly shot back, your hands raising in defence.

“Oh?” She cocked a brow over a hefty sip of wine, “so you didn’t break more than one rule? You didn’t decide that fucking my daughter was the best route to go here?” Her voice raised heavily in her second statement and your eyes shot to the living room, where you knew the doors lead to the back yard.

“I’m not”—

“Oh please.” She scoffed, “you not only betrayed our agreement, and broke the contract, you chose to break a veryimportant rule that you already knew was one of the main ones that I care about! You thought that it was a wise decision to cheat on Rebecca?! We’ve been intimate recently, there’s no way you’re getting out of this! I knew you were a little slut but something like this? That is beyond unacceptable!”

“You told me to take a step back!” You retaliated, “you wanted me to back off and get control of my emotions, so I did that!”

“With Rebecca?!”

“It is not my fault that she happened to get a job at Shaw’s! And it is not my problem that she used to have a crush on me!”

“Used to?” Heather’s head tilted, her brow cocking once again.

“Yeah, there is nothing going on between us, and aside from friendship there never will be. Jordan’s just an idiot who decided to see something where there’s nothing and blab to you about Becca having a girlfriend. We figured one day of a fake relationship and she’d feed you some crap about a breakup in a couple of weeks.”

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Heather sucked back the rest of her drink, swiftly moving around the island. You let out a gasp as her hand wrapped around your jaw, backing you into the counter, “you not only have the balls to fucking disobey me in theory, thinking I won’t find out about it, but to continue it right in front of my fucking eyes? What kind of slut does that shit?”

“M’am, I’m sorry.” You nearly whimpered, “I didn’t know!”

“I really don’t give a shit.” She shoved your face out of her hand, turning you so you were facing the island, “you knew you weren’t ever supposed to be with anyone else, and you’ve been toeing the line far too much recently kitten. Flirting with Jackie? You think I forgot about that? Did you forget who this pussy belongs to? You are mine.” Her hand moved from your hair, trailing down your body until it came to lie at your lower back, pushing you down across the island, “you know that good girls get rewarded, right?”

“Yes Mommy.” It was a guttural instinct at this point, though you let out a quiet yelp as her hand spanked against your clothed ass before she hiked up the skirt of your dress.

“Well little dirty sluts don’t.” She growled, “so I hope you’re fucking ready for this.” Another spank, “you’re fucking lucky I’m touching you at all. I should let you waste away in a puddle of need for a month for this fucking bullshit kitten.”

“M’am…wait..please…” your eyes darted toward the direction of the door again, knowing that not only Becca, but her brother, Rob and some very important people were on the other side of it.

“You know your colours.” Heather retaliated, her hand tickling up your inner thigh, giving you a chance to back out, but instead your hips nearly pushed back against her touch and she chuckled darkly, “that’s what I fucking thought.”

Instead of plunging into you, her hand disappeared from your skin and you let out a small whine that she scoffed at.

“You seriously think I was going to give you what you want without a fucking punishment first? You’re in fucking hot water kitten.”

Heather paused for a moment, her hand reaching out of your line of vision before you felt something tracing along your skin. It was slightly rough, clearly a kitchen utensil and you weren’t quite sure what you were in for.

“I don’t need your to count this time.” She pressed her free palm into your lower back, making sure you were flat to the island counter, “I’m not letting you know when I’m done.”

“Yes M’am…”

The first hit came down on your ass cheek much harder than you’d expected, now you were sure she’d grabbed a wooden spoon, letting out a small cry.

“Stay fucking quiet.” She growled, “I don’t want to have to stuff these pretty panties in your mouth to do so, that will only make me more mad.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes clenched shut as she continued the spanks, your teeth biting into your lip in attempt to stay quiet. Each hit pushed your hips against the island, trying to brace yourself, making sure you weren’t making too much noise. You felt tears begin to prick in your eyes, not just from the pain, but from the humiliation, though, this was nothing new from Heather’s punishments, the only risk now was getting caught. Your fingers began to claw against the marble counter, your hand forming a fist as your teeth bit into it, letting out a few quiet whimpers, doing your best to obey her commands.

Suddenly Heather’s fingers sunk into you, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“This fucking wet right now? Seriously kitten?” She laughed, “god you really are pathetic.”

You did your best not to moan out as her fingers curled within your pussy, hitting that sensitive spot with each thrust. Her thumb coming up to play with your clit as you pushed back onto her hand. The pleasure began to overcome you, forgetting that you were in such a compromising position, little gasps starting to escape your lips, your hips fucking back onto her hand as she kept you pinned down with the other. Your pussy began to flutter around her digits, feeling the burn ache lower and lower within you until your hips began to nearly shake, letting out a little whine.

Suddenly Heather’s hand vanished from within you, her free one grasping into your hair, roughly yanking you upright, your dress falling back over your body. Your cheeks were heated, your eyes blown with lust, completely forgetting your surroundings as she presenting her dripping fingers.

“Clean them.” Her voice was still low, her eyes dark as you opened your lips, accepting them into your mouth. Your pussy practically throbbing with need at the desire to come, but knowing you definitely weren’t about to be allowed to. Your tongue swirled around them as she plunged them into your mouth, leaving them buried within your lips. “You can be so fucking good sometimes, I don’t understand why you feel the need to disobey me constantly kitten.”

You were about to let her fingers out of your mouth, gasp a reply that you hadn’t intended to, that you’d been caught in an unknown tricky situation.

“Mom, what the fuck?!” Becca’s voice rang through the room and your head shot to hers, tears nearly welling up in your eyes for a completely different reason.

“Becks…” your voice was barely a whisper, begging your friend to not hate you, but her full attention was on Heather.

“You can’t be fucking serious!” Becca shot back, “you seriously can’t find your own girlfriend to fuck?!”

“Oh she is not my girlfriend.” Heather laughed darkly, “you want her? You can have her.” Her hand shoved at your shoulder, pushing you towards Becca, “she clearly doesn’t give a shit about you.” At that you had no choice but to interject.

“That’s a fucking lie.” Heather’s head swivelled to you with a glare in her eyes.

“You said this wasn’t real.” She nearly growled and you practically rolled your eyes.

“Becca is my friend. If I had fucking known she was your daughter, I never would have gotten involved with you. The NDA never said anything about kids, just your career and your husband.”

“NDA?!” Becca hissed, “how long has this been going on?!” You ducked your gaze from her, ashamed about literally everything right now, you wished you could simply sink into the floor never to be seen from again. Though Becca’s next words surprised you as she stalked towards her mother, a growl similar to Heather’s present in her voice, “you swore you wouldn’t let this happen again!”

“Oh and I was just supposed to know you’d gone off and gotten yourself a job waiting tables?! Who do you think you are Rebecca? You’re not someone who needs to do that!”

“That is not the point!” She was right up in Heather’s face right now, and honestly, you were impressed, you’d never have the balls to stand up to her as much as Becca currently was, “how many times is this going to happen? You can’t just keep buying me off!”

“Oh sweetheart.” Heather chuckled, “you’re not the one I’m worried about.” She turned back to you, stepping back toward you as the back of her hand stroked over your cheek, “but y/n here is going to learn how to fucking behave, and she isn’t going to say a word, is she?”

“The NDA only mentioned Rob.” You stated though gritted teeth, trying to keep your composure as your emotions were racing through your body, your heart pounding in your chest, “I can say anything I want to Becca, and I can talk about anything we discuss freely.”

A fire flashed behind Heather’s eyes and honestly, you shouldn’t have been surprised at the way her hand suddenly wrapped around your throat. It wasn’t the first time, and she wasn’t squeezing at all, just reminding you that she was in control. Instinctively your hand shot up to wrap around her wrist, ready to tap out if you needed to.

“You don’t fucking dare you useless slut. You know better.” Her hand began to tighten around your throat, if it wasn’t for Rebecca she would not have stopped your punishment when she did.

“Mom!”

“She knows her word.”

“She can’t give it to you if she can’t speak!” Becca’s hand shot out, grasping around Heather’s forearm, ripping it away from your throat.

“She was fine.” The older woman spat as you tried to gather your bearings, glancing between the two of them. Shame was overtaking you, you weren’t even sure if they were tears of embarrassment, emotion, or being punished that were blurring your eyes.

“I…should go…”

“Ohhoho..absolutely not.” Heather’s hand shot out again, grasping your chin as you let out a gasp, though all she did was turn her face back to the two of them, “you are not going anywhere. Go clean yourself up. You look desperate.” She pushed you in the direction of the bathroom that you’d originally come from before storming back out of the house. You glanced up at Becca, trying to keep your composure.

“I’m so sorry.” You murmured, turning down the hall, returning to the bathroom before you let it out.

You let your body shake, focussing on your breathing, thankful that no tears managed to run down your face, that you would hopefully be able to return to the party without looking like something was wrong. You thought today was going to be a day full of pretending, of acting, some fake PDA, little snuggles and hand holds, maybe a couple cheek kisses between you and a friend you were helping out. Instead you’d been launched into an entire dynamic you never thought you’d have to experience.

Despite Heather telling you to back off and take some time, you knew you were still in major trouble, that you’d crossed more than a few lines. You only hoped that she would be reasonable and listen to your side of the situation before ripping the rug out from under you. That thought alone was enough to make tears burn in your eyes, panic racing through you as you thought about everything of yours that she had infinite control over. She had never once lied when she said she owned you, and you were entirely unsure if you would be able to currently survive without her.

A jarring knock on the door caused you to jump, letting out a small yelp as you turned towards it, “M’am, please…red..I can’t.”

“It’s just me…” Becca’s soft voice came through the door and you hesitantly unlocked it.

“I….know she said not to leave, but I’m sure I can sneak out.” You muttered, “rather deal with her bullshit later than make you feel awkward today.”

“Fuck her.” Becca remained in the doorway, “you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You huffed, “how the fuck are you okay with this?”

“She said we couldn’t leave, she said nothing about us staying inside, c’mon.”

Becca grasped your hand, nearly dragging you out of the bathroom, leading down a flight of stairs and into a vast family room, down a couple of hallways before you were in yet another kitchen. She gestured for you to settle at this island, digging through the cupboards for a minute, pulling out a joint.

“I feel like this is needed.”

“And I feel like I need to drive us home?” You half laughed.

“Nah, I can come pick up the car whenever.” She shrugged, shuffling through the drawers to find a lighter, “I feel like you need to not mentally be here right now, so let’s fucking smoke this before anyone comes looking.” She sucked the joint into her mouth, lighting it as she did so before she passed it over to you.

“I don’t get why you’re not freaking out right now…” You murmured as you passed the joint back to her and Becca let out a laugh rolling her eyes.

“Because this isn’t the first time this has happened.”

“I don’t get it.”

Becca let out a huff, “my Mom is…a fucking disaster…” she sucked back another hit of the joint, “Jordan had a grad party that a bunch of my friends were at. Everyone trusted our family considering my Mom was a politician. She didn’t give a fuck and let things run wild, my Dad was out of town, and she let the party mingle between the main house and the guest house. I lost track of one of my best friends and thought she was sick somewhere, so I searched the entire guest house before I moved in here. Maria said she’d seen her go upstairs. I knew if she got sick somewhere not in a toilet Mom would kill us both, but it turned out she wasn’t sick at all….”

“You’re kidding…” you accepted the joint once more, taking a small hit from it, not wanting to be too high tonight.

“I’m not.” Becca took a hefty hit, rolling her eyes, “that’s how I found out how much of an unfaithful bitch my Mom was, and they kept things going after that night, and that was six years ago. I’m not sure how many other people she’s been with before or after, but she doesn’t deserve any of them.”

“I’m..so sorry…” you ducked your gaze.

“It wasn’t your fault.” She laughed, “and I’m not mad.”

“How?” You looked across at her as she let out a huff and a grin.

“Because you clearly had no idea. How’d you even meet her?”

“Salt Line.” You grumbled, accepting the joint for another small hoot, “she was a regular.”

“Fuck.” Becca murmured, “she’s probably been eyeing you since you started there.”

“If you hate her so much, why haven’t you spoken up?” Your curiosity, combined with the weed got the best of you.

“She tried to buy my silence.” Becca shrugged, “she bought me a Mercedes, paid all of my tuition upfront. I wanted to bring it up, but I really don’t want to destroy Dad. I can’t technically say anything cause I don’t want him to get hurt, he’s head over heels in love with her. I thought about cutting her off completely, leaving the family, but if I did that, if I pissed her off enough, she would have to explain to Dad why it happened. And me being gay wasn’t enough of an excuse considering how much of an idiot Jordan is.”

“I’m so sorry…” you murmured, repeating your earlier words as you let out a heavy sigh. Honestly, the weed wasn’t helping, almost instantly leaving your system, the only emotion you felt now was regret, and shame.

“Stop apologizing, there’s no need.” Becca squeezed at your hand.

“Fine.” You shot her half a grin, “stop smoking that and get me some water so I can drive us home and get us out of here asap. You can smoke the rest on the way home.”

“Deal.”

*

The two of you managed to slip out of the party without any repercussions, your fake relationship and Heather not wanting to cause a scene taking priority. You did your rounds, smiling and making small talk as you tried not to panic too hard, Becca specifically steered you clear of saying goodbye to both of her parents, and you’d never felt more grateful. Finally, you were back in your car, backing out the garage (you, completely sober, Becca, having indulged in a bit more weed she’d found stashed in Jordan’s room).

You were more than halfway back to Becca’s dorm when she started to giggle, it morphing slowly into a snorting giggle that morphed into a snorting laugh that she tried to contain in her seat.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow over to her as you drove.

“Nothing.” She stifled another laugh, this one bigger than the last.

“You are having a high thought! What is it!” You laughed in return.

“Remember when we watched Gremlins?”

“Yeah.”

“You told me about your non girlfriend.”

“Oh god!” You laughed, “no! Becca! No!”

Instead, she collapsed in a fit of weed induced giggles,

“We’ve both called her Mommy.”

“Becca!” You snorted, nearly collapsing over the steering wheel, “don’t make me pull over.”

“Wait..wait…” her laughter took over the car and you knew she was way higher than she’d let on to, “ the wooden spoon was on the counter earlier….did she spank you with it? Cause that was her go to…”

“REBECCA!” You screeched out a laugh, “if you keep going I am going to pee.” You did your best to control your laughter, double checking that the road was empty as you guided the car into Becca’s dorms.” I cannot believe you.”

“Yeah, and I cannot believe you’ve been fucking my Mom.” She laughed and you let out a scoff.

“I didn’t know!”

“Oh I know, I know.” She laughed again, unbuckling her seatbelt, “and I may be super high, but like, know that I don’t hold anything against you for it. She’s the crazy bitch, and I’ve known that for years.”

“You really are okay with this?” You winced slightly, hating that you were much more sober than Becca, though you knew her high mind was pretty clear versus her drunk mind.

“Yeah.” She assured you, squeezing at your arm, “like, things are kind of weird, but I’m just going to try and never think about the fact that you and my Mom have banged. Or like..the fact that she has bought you like a crate of sex toys…like..I knew she was a powerful woman but like..she is a Dom and I somehow didn’t realize that…” she shuddered, shaking her head, “gross.”

“Sorry.” You winced.

“It’s all good.” Becca shot you a smile, sliding from your car, “uh….not to like..sound evil, but I’m literally praying you have a silent night.”

“Oh god…” you winced, thinking of Heather showing up at your condo, or even being there when you arrived.

“From experience, she’ll wait a week or so.” She glanced down before looking back at you through the open door, “not that it matters, and please, don’t give her the benefit of the doubt..or honestly….anything. I don’t know what crap she’s fed you, but it’s all lies, and you deserve way better.” Becca let out another soft sigh as she looked between the car and her dorm, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?’

“Apparently.”you shot her the best of a smile that you could, watching her until she was safely inside of the dorm. Once she was you continued over to your condo, your heart still beating in your chest as you began to try and cope with the last twenty four hours.

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[utterlyinevitable]

Wanting to spread some positivity among fic writers. 

When you get this ask, link your:

Favourite fic/series you’ve ever written

That one fic/series you poured your heart & soul into

One underrated fic/series of yours you’d recommend

You don’t have to link just *a* fic. Go ham! Even link your masterlist! This is all about all your hardwork.

Thank you for creating!

Thanks so much for thinking of me 🥰

Favourite fic/series you’ve ever written

My favorite Becca fic is Make Believe Ⓜ️. I had a lot of fun coming up with all the 'dream' scenes.

My favorite Odette fic is Crescendo. The descriptions and emotions are everything - it took forever to write but I can get lost in the final form so easily!

And my favorite series I've written is The Conference. It was an interesting ride writing in first person and getting to experience who Becca is when she's not with any influences. I think this is the fic that helped grow and solidify her character for me.    

That one fic/series you poured your heart & soul into

Do We Have A Future? Ⓜ️. For reasons I continually blab about.

One underrated fic/series of yours you’d recommend

I wouldn't call them underrated, but fics of mine I recommend are:

↠ For All The Lies Two years after OHSY and after Becca left, she’s back in town and runs into Ethan. She never imagined she’d see him again, let alone to hear those words.

↠ In Ink Ⓜ️       Becca has tattoos devoted to those she loves peppered over her body, after the incident Ethan starts to wonder if he could make the same commitment. This takes place after the car scene in OHSY Chapter 12.

↠ Just Two People Just Ethan and Becca dealing with the after effects of the assassination attempt.

I. After  |  II. Meanwhile  |  III. Later

↠ Music & Secrets [Hannah Montana AU] 📚

Part 1     |     Part 2     |     Part 3     

↠ Ritenuto     Marriage or break up? That is the question.

↠ Snapshots of Time Spent Together Four moments of Ethan and Odette spending time together, from the moment he gave her the keyboard to living happily in her dream home.

[jurdanhell]

KAJSKSHSJS !!

i cant either tbh. when it first started to show up there was only one or two of the (mushrooms??? idk how to refer to them) and i jokingly thought to myself “that’s a weird place to put a faerie ring” and uh. the irony is not lost on me

should i hop up & jump in or move to a different house

[the-firebird69]

There's a lot of things happening there's a lot of people who are upset as the phones are going after them all the time there's tons of people who lost huge amounts of money land properties possessions stashes caches everything you can imagine because of these clones and these idiots they're getting together and they're meeting today I don't want to be mean but you have to do it on your own but my son is a job is to care about society and that's what he's doing he's been berated by all of you he's poor his family is destroyed he only has a few people around and they're mentally drained and you're not supporting it very much it is happy to help the cause where it's so parallel and you noted it. And he did not take his brothers did not take his sister-in-law's or her sister's no. . And he should have we attracted attention but you know there's nobody left around who's smart enough to do any kind of job like that. Send a whole bunch of problems with people bothering animals you don't like animals leave them alone and people kill people do it there's a lot of that going on they don't like you people this is animals are interesting and they do things that are fun now we're going to start polishing off idiots

-firstly there's a lot of people who are hit out here in punta Gorda and hit pretty bad your injuries are staying with you and one of them was Dan's son he's an idiot now and screwing around with our son like it's free my son said any kind of backed off he said a whole bunch of people are they said they're kind of doing it and it shouldn't be and they're going to pay for it don't come back and that's not what they're asking for that's what they get I don't know if you get my point so he says the max are pushing us to do it so they drive us out there trying to make use of people are useless and he said it like that too and it's true. And there's a whole bunch of people sayings about it and they didn't like him saying it think I'm saying I'm going to put you down for seeing it for saying it and turned out to be clones and they're all over the place blabbing like little sissies and they're going to be out pretty soon

-besides people walking around ruining themselves and a lot of people dying because they're blabbing there are people dying here because they're ordered to be hit and there are hips coming out of the US government they can't stand it anymore they need them to shut up and go away you need to be gone forever and the ordering them to be executed fully on the list John remillard his son Dave Terry cheesman bja Jenna BG and sister Sarah Becca Brad and the list goes on and her son is never on it and you people are valuable in any way and they put the list out to the CIA and they're hiring people to kill you cuz you keep saying you're doing it and they find out you're trying to do it.

-there's a huge number of you who Bach at it and say it's fake and her going around with screwed up faces and my son nailed it and he said if that's the case maybe the FBI is more your flavor and because he knows usually that they try and compete with the CIA and they're offering bounties on you and dead or alive it's a hit and they're real bounties and it's a lot of money it's more money than they post yes and they're going after you now and Biden remembers your having our son say to go out for you he knows he was trying to do something different but we do understand he was mad and it kind of worked and it has to happen that way and these people are fractured

-and these different methods so. There's another agency that it is going after you hard is the NSA and they want information on you and they put it out there his reward for information and the sun has information on you two idiots because you've been maligning him and harassing him his whole life and your VIP I'd say that to our son and it's true that's information they already have that and they don't need it from him but he is a witness to where you were and what you're doing and your hand signals and what it means and to actions on the United States so I guess he's someone with information but there's a lot of people who see you doing it and have it on recording they want that kind of thing and they want the phone the paid a lot of money for phone calls and things to go with hand signals and invasion orders to NSA tons and tons of people getting money a lot of women cuz they don't have anything and they want to screw you to death

-additionally to that there's a foreign agency called Interpol they're seeking you when you go overseas to go after you along with the CIA and you get shot twice instead of once or three times instead of once and agencies like the CIA higher mercenaries and some of these mercenaries are working with you as mercenaries does it get a temporary position or a position

-additional to this you lost another 50 sheriff when you're down to 300 you know son says terrific and our daughter says awesome they want to hear you run around yelling Sparta at people. And really Lily turns in and says you're helping us it says no s*** don't put don't try and put me in a mental hospital or you're going in there as a man looking for Tommy f face and yeah he's kind of a killer. And Hera is laughing and we say that mostly he's killed off tons of your clan today for your stupid s*** and for his face back

-and we're going after people to threaten our son and we're going after you Lily we can see these agencies upping the ante they're increasing the bounties and making stuff available and they do burn you as Michael Myers and at the end of the last movie you burn completely and that's when you're dead it's coming up cuz your mouth probably today and Jason you died too as Jason and you burn and that's how you get rid of people like you

-his other stuff happening here we're going to post this because it's exciting news for a lot of people who are tired of listening to you telling you that your dad cuz you're singing out loud you say no a million times

Thor Freya

This is fantastic and my husband says just like that commercial up in New England but really these people would rather be doing this getting shot by people and incinerated and that's why they're doing it I guess and I agree they're really ready to check out

Hera Zues

So we're putting our bounties out to our people because we hear your wise ass comments here yeah you idiots right here

Olympus

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Taming of the Shrew

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3035

Summary: Peter has been in love with you from the day he set eyes on you. The only problem is, is that you’re not exactly the most approachable girl in school. Your fear of your own feelings starts to break down as Peter charms his way into your life. 

Notes: Since 10 Things I Hate About You is my favorite movie, I wanted to draw some inspiration from that. Hope you enjoy! (I’m actually really proud of the ending guys. If you’ve seen the movie, hopefully, it’ll sound familiar)

Marvel Masterlist

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He didn’t know what to make of you. In class, you voiced your opinions without a second thought, no matter how unpopular they were. You were unapologetically you, but you kept to yourself. You barely spoke to anyone unless you were arguing with them. It seemed that your only friend was Michelle. And he was completely head over heels for you. 

But, alas, you barely acknowledged his existence. Every time he’d pop up out of nowhere next to your locker, you put in your headphones and walked away. You sat alone at lunch, often reading or just listening to music. Peter found you absolutely fascinating, but Flash never missed an opportunity to make fun of you. 

“If it isn't the resident freak of Midtown Tech.” He mocked as you walked into biology. You ignored him, per usual and took your seat… next to Peter. 

“Just ignore him,” Peter whispered. “I do.”

“I can fight my own battles, Parker.” You snapped. 

“Hey, Y/N, did you take any creepy pictures lately? I heard the police are cracking down on that kind of thing.” Flash taunted. 

“I work on the yearbook, dickwad.” You retorted. 

“Miss Y/L/N, language.” Your teacher shook her head with disappointment as she walked in the room, conveniently missing all of Flash’s comments as usual. She began the lesson, which you hardly paid any attention to. You’d done all the homework the night before since this teacher tended to rant about her personal life instead of actually teaching. When class was over, you rushed out into the hall, but Peter was fast. 

“Hey, Y/N, this is going to sound stupid, but I was wondering-”

“If you don’t want a sarcastic answer, don’t ask a stupid question.” You said bluntly, but he just shrugged it off like usual and maintained his sunny expression.

“A group of us were planning to get together to study for the Biology final this weekend, and I was wondering if you would want to come along? It’ll be at the park, everyone is bringing snacks.” The nervous stutter in his voice was actually pretty adorable and your lips betrayed you by giving him a slight smile. 

“By everyone, do you mean you and Ned?” 

“No, actually.” He had a little skip in his step as he walked with you to your next class. “MJ said she’ll be there.” And if MJ was going, you’d be going. You did almost everything together since she was really your only friend, besides your cat Baymax of course. You blew out a breath. 

“Then count me in, Parker.” You were sure that if he smiled any bigger that his face would split in half. You jutted a finger at his chest and narrowed your eyes. “You better bring those cookies that your aunt makes.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve already got her making, like, four dozen.” He laughed. Great. Now he needed to ask Aunt May to make four dozen cookies by tomorrow. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the park then.” 

“Wait,” You groaned. “My dad will probably make me bring Becca. Is that okay?” He shrugged. 

“Yeah, sure.” Peter had never actually spoken to your younger sister. Becca was a super popular freshman who he had heard was really good at physics. He had also heard that she’d been hanging out with a kid named Joey. He made Flash look like Mr. Rogers. “She, uh, she won’t bring Joey with her will she?” 

“Uh, no.” You snorted. “You definitely don’t have to worry about that douche being anywhere near me.” 

“Great because he used to steal Ned’s lunch money, so there would be that drama and-”

“Parker.” 

“Yeah?”

“Run along.” 

“Okay.” 

-

Becca had gotten a ride home with one of her friends so you took the subway alone. You didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to listen to your music rather than listen to her blab about all of her popular friends. Especially Joey. You still shuddered at the thought of that creep trying to date your little sister. You wanted to tell her to stay away from him, but you knew that it would just make her do it even more. The two of you had been at odds for as long as you could remember. She was Miss Perky and you were the self-proclaimed shrew of the school. 

The station exit was a few blocks down from your apartment, allowing you to take in the sites of the city while the afternoon sun hung high overhead. It reminded you of when your mother would take you and Becca on little adventures, walking around New York like it was some new foreign world. That was before she left. You were too distracted by your music that you didn’t notice the hand reaching out of the ally to yank you in. 

There had been reports of a masked mugger in your neighborhood for a while now, but you never took it seriously. Maybe you should have. 

“Hel-” You started to scream, but he covered your mouth with his hand. 

“Let’s see what you’ve got, shall we?” He spoke in a tone that was clearly lower than his natural voice. Something about it sounded familiar, but you didn’t have time to process before a flash of red replaced the mugger. 

You took off running without a second thought. You sprinted towards your apartment building, but seven blocks seemed like miles. 

Spiderman webbed up the mugger before swinging down the street to catch up with you. He had seen a knife in the bad guy's hand so he was worried that you had been hurt. When the masked hero popped up in front of you, hanging upside down from a street light, he had to dodge the punch you almost landed to his face. 

“Woah, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He released the web and did a flip to land on his feet. “Your arm’s bleeding.” He reached out a hand to examine the cut, but you jerked away, the sudden sting shooting up your arm. You hadn’t even noticed. 

“I’m fine, Spider-boy.” You snapped. 

“It’s Spiderman,” He corrected under his breath. 

“Whatever. Can I go home now?” You pushed passed him, but he was persistent. 

“Here, let me help. Hey Karen, make a bandage web.” 

“Seriously, that isn’t-” He gently grabbed your arm before you could object. You should have shoved him away, but you didn’t. Why was your heart doing this weird fluttering thing? He pressed the webbing to the wound, making you wince slightly, but it actually felt really nice. 

Peter watched you watch him and he couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. He felt more confident in the mask. 

“Go ahead, Peter,” Karen said. 

“Can I walk you the rest of the way?” Spiderman asked. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed. 

“You’re kidding, right? Are you hitting on me?” 

“You know, most people would be a little more grateful after being saved by a superhero.” He argued, the playful tone in his voice sounding so familiar to you. He was right. He might have just saved your life. But you would never admit defeat, especially to some kid in glorified spandex. 

“Oh, you mean like this?” You smiled seductively and leaned in, reaching your fingers up to his mask. 

Peter’s breathing hitched. Was this really happening? Your hands suddenly moved from his mask and grasped his shoulders, giving you better momentum as you kneed him the crotch. He let out a groan and toppled back into a collection of trash cans. You walked into the apartment building before you could change your mind. 

“That went well.” Karen teased as Peter stood up, kind of waddling as he brushed off the dirt and trash. 

“I told you.” Even with his now sore groin, he was smiling. “She’s something.”

-

Central Park was crowded, but if you could find the right spot, it wasn’t so bad. You met up with MJ early to do just that, finding some benches away from all of the running children and obnoxious dog-walkers. 

“So he asked to walk you home?” MJ wondered. You had been telling her about the previous day's events and she was just very interested in the fact that you kneed Spiderman in the balls. 

“What a creep right?” You scoffed, trying to hide how you really felt. You’d be damned if you allowed yourself to have a crush on some egotistical masked vigilante. Michelle shrugged. 

“Doesn’t sound that bad.” 

“He could be some thirty-year-old pervert who lives in his mother’s basement!” You knew that much wasn’t true. His voice sounded too young and oh so familiar. 

“Sorry I’m late, but I didn’t want to be here.” Becca chimed with her sickly fake sweet tone. 

“You could just, I don’t know, get stuck in a tree or something.” You snapped back. She stuck out her tongue and changed her focus to her phone, taking a well-planned selfie while you and Michelle rolled your eyes in unison. 

“Here comes the dork squad,” MJ announced, watching Peter and Ned trek towards you with a large picnic basket between them. 

“Hey everyone.” Peter greeted, setting the basket down on the bench. His eyes darted towards you and quickly looked away. “I brought some drinks and some snacks, so take whatever you want.”

“I brought an extra book in case anyone forgot theirs,” Ned added, pulling the Biology books from his bag. Becca made a face. 

“You guys are actually studying?” 

“Uh, yeah?” Peter gave her a confused look. What else would they be doing? She scoffed. 

“I’m going to go find a magazine stand.” She sashayed away in her mini skirt, calling one of her clones probably to whine about you. You were about to say something, but Peter interrupted you, wanting to keep everyone’s moods up. 

“I was thinking we could do flashcards?” 

Studying actually went really well. You had been struggling with Biology and Peter’s charisma made learning a lot easier than your boring teacher’s lessons. Okay, it helped that you may have had the tiniest little crush on him. Not that you’d ever tell him that. Your ‘tough-bitch’ persona would be ruined. It had just been an hour or so when you saw him. Joey, leaning against a tree, leaning over your sister. 

“I’ll be back.” You told the group and stomped over to the pair. You shoved Joey away from Becca, steam practically coming out of your ears. 

“What the hell, Y/N!” Becca shrieked, but you ignored her. 

“Stay away from my sister, Joey.” You commanded. He just laughed. 

“You jealous, freak?” He took a step towards you, his disgusting gaze traveling up and down your body. “Because if you’ve changed your mind about us hooking up, I would be more than happy to oblige.” Your stomach twisted into a knot. 

“Y/N, what is he talking about?” 

“Nothing, Becca, he’s full of shit.” You hissed. The commotion had drawn the rest of the group over to you and you felt Peter’s hand gently touch your shoulder. 

“Everything okay?” His eyes and his voice were so sincere that you wanted to cry. You knew what Joey was doing and you didn’t want Peter anywhere near here. 

“Back off, Parker.” Joey snapped. His lips spread into a cruel smirk, looking back at you. “You weren’t saying that last month at Flash’s party. I believe it was something like,” he moved his hips back and forth, mockingly moaning in a higher voice, “Yes Joey. Like that Joey. You’re so good at this…” 

“Y/N?” Now it was MJ sounding confused. 

“Shut. Up.” You growled, pushing Joey again. He grabbed your wrists. 

“Just like old times, right?” He sneered. “Freshman year, you couldn’t get enough of me.” 

“Leave her alone.” Peter appeared beside you. You’d never seen him angry before, but he looked ready to tear Joey apart. 

“I can handle this, Peter.” You ripped your hands away, still feeling his revolting touch. He was relentless. 

“Wouldn’t you like to, you little bitch!” His smug smile was broken by Peter’s fist colliding with his face. Becca screamed and you jumped back, Michelle catching you before you could fall. 

“Peter!” You screamed, watching the two in a whirlwind of punches. “Peter, stop!” Joey was nearly six inches taller than him and he had muscle built up from his years of doing football. Yet somehow, it seemed like Peter was winning. When the two seemed to have an equal share of cuts and bruises, Peter shoved Joey away. 

“Now get out of here.” He commanded. Joey gave Becca one last wink before running off. 

“What the hell, Peter?” You snapped. Without another word, you and MJ walked away, Becca shuffling along after you. Peter just stood there, dumbfounded. 

“Your lip’s bleeding,” Ned said in awe. Peter shook his head, watching your retreating back, shoulders hunched forward with humiliation. 

“Not now Ned.” 

-

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Becca asked. Her usual brattiness was gone and her voice held the sincerity of a concerned sister. 

“Because I never wanted to remember it.” You sniffed. You’d been crying for the past hour. You felt so stupid. The worst part was that all of it was true. You and Joey had been an item freshman year and he was, unfortunately, your first time. “We were only together for about a month… when mom left.” Becca put a hand on top of yours. 

“And Flash’s party?” She grimaced. You nodded, an ashamed tear falling down your cheek. 

“That was the result of a surge of teenage rebellion and way too much tequila.” You held up your pinky. “Promise me you will never let alcohol make any decisions for you ever.” She laughed and hooked her pinky with yours. 

“I promise.”

A sudden knock on your window made you both jump. Outside, was none other than Spiderman. Becca could hardly contain her excitement as she leaped off of your bed and moved to unlatch the lock.

“Don’t let him in here!” You exclaimed. 

“It’s Spiderman, of course, I’m letting him in.” She undid the lock and pushed up the window, allowing him to slip inside. 

“Thanks.” He nodded, trying to lean casually against the wall. “Can I, uh, talk to Y/N?” She looked at you with wide eyes and a huge grin. 

“Don’t you-” You started, but she was already out the door. 

“I came to check up on that cut.” He lied. There was that voice again. 

“Don’t move.” You commanded, walking up to him. It was time to see if your suspicions were right. You lifted your fingers up to his mask, feeling for his lips. You hit a certain spot and he winced. Bingo. “Peter?” His heart pounded. 

“What? No. I’m not Peter. I-” You raised a brow and he knew that it was no use. Hesitantly, he took off the mask. His lip was split in the corner and a bruise had started to form on his right cheek. 

“Jesus, Peter.” You were more phased by his injuries than his secret identity. “Why the hell would you do something so stupid?” He just shrugged. 

“I couldn’t listen to him to talk to you like that.” 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying not to look him in the eye. Those big brown puppy dog eyes that held nothing but total admiration for you even after everything he heard. 

“You probably don’t think much of me anymore.” You wiped your face with your sleeve. “Everything that Joe said was true.” 

“Y/N.” Peter sighed. He took a step towards you and when you didn’t retreat, he put his hands on your arms. “I don’t care about what Joey said. I care about that spit-fire girl who wasn’t afraid to kick a superhero in the crotch.” You laughed. Despite everything, he could still make you laugh. His adorable smile turned sheepish. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, Y/N. Really really liked you. Got-my-aunt-t- make-four-dozen-cookies, liked you.” He held up a box in his hand. “Which I brought, by the way.” 

Just like that, your tough girl exterior faded. 

“I like you too.” Cautiously, you put a hand on his cheek and brought his lips to yours. Peter’s heart soared and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. 

“You are not going to bel-” Becca burst into the room and gasped. Peter tried to hide his face behind you, but she’d already seen him. “Oh hey, Peter.” She only seemed slightly surprised. It was always the geeky ones. She closed the door behind her, a mix of excitement and mischief in her expression. “Good, I can show this to you too.” She pulled up an article on her phone. “The neighborhood masked-mugger… is Joey.” You snatched the phone from her hand. 

“No. Way.” Sure enough, the article listed the details of his arrest. Apparently, after his fight with Peter, Joey went on a spree and messed with the wrong woman. He got pepper-sprayed and was apprehended soon after. 

“That’s crazy.” Peter blew out a breath. Becca smirked and took back her phone. 

“I’ll let you two get back to it.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you and backed out of your room. 

“So I guess me kicking his ass helped get him caught,” Peter said with a hint of cockiness. 

“I’m still pissed at you.” You put your hands on your hips. He pouted, holding up the box of baked goods.

“But I brought you cookies.” You laughed, taking one out of the box, it’s gooey center melting in your mouth.  

“Okay, but you can’t just bring me cookies every time you piss me off.” You pointed out, moving to the other side of your room, taking the box for yourself. He shot a web out of his wrist and it latched onto your hand. 

“I know, but there’s always,” He tugged on the web, pulling you closer, “cakes,” closer, “pies,” closer, “and maybe, one day…” You were pressed against him now, grinning from his silly antics. “Muffins.” You shook your head, but your lips collided without hesitation for another perfect kiss.

I want you to want me….

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it’s birth..........

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Decided peers on the surface

Paige- Becca, Bella, and Brenna (triplets, friends)

Bentley- Melissa (Adrian’s little sister, chaotic duo)

Justin- Adrian (crush)

If you wanna learn more about them, ask either me or the character because I love blabbing about them :D This is not including the adults in the kids lives. Just the kids who knew the fallen children, were friends with them, and lost them to Mt. Ebott 

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