#i haven't made anything like this of her since i changed her class ;O; which was ages agooo

[chicinlicin]

red knight

[stormblessed95]

I'll tell you a story you did not asked for. So i have two frnds both of them are like besties who were bench partners in college so they're pretty close to e/o. One of them is close to me too say the name as A. Now since A nd B were from same class and bench partners everyone knew they're pretty close and always together so they used to say anything to e/o and all used to joke all the time and now in that B has many times said things which hurted A but A never ever said anything about that to B so the things always continued like that. Thing is even tho A and B are Clearly very close to e/o there are still many things which B said to A that made A angry, sad and hurt many times and A still never said that to B but A used to tell me those things so i know what things hurted A nd all. But whenever they meet e/o they're still besties who used to be bench partners in college and talk all the same. Point is just because someone never says something about your some insulting remarks as a frnd does not mean they don't feel hurt or insulted. Everyone needs to know their limit and should stay in that cause you never know what could her the next person.

All the things you linked in that post... there's nothing in there that I haven't seen before since that has my bias in it so yes i do watch og content Cause I'm not interested in watching bickering content on YouTube.

There's a limit to some of the things you say which count as bickering but when it crosses that line it becomes insulting more than just bickering.

Since you put together all of the times yg praised jm let's do how many times yg has praised jk or hobi and see which list out of these three goes longer.

Despite him wanting to do a song with jm, jm still wasn't the one he did the vocal guide from and yes he praised jm's vocals yrs back but does that change the fact he currently thinks jungkook is the best vocalist? No. thing is now if i start pulling out receipts from the times jm was complimenting other members and was being supportive of them you and I we both know that the list will be the longest one cause it doesn't take much for jm to praise his members. if he can he would praise them for simply existing cause that's how he is. in comparison to what jm does for others i honestly don't see anyone can stand against him when it comes to praise them so if they praise him once in a while I'm not gonna gag over that but it's appreciative. Those thing you listed are the things in between 10+ years so i don't find big deal. I didn't say he never compliments jm i said it's hard for him to compliment jm when he does a good job at it when it comes to others like jk.

Anyways, idt you'll post this ( that is if you even read this) infact I'm saying don't since I'm off twitter from tmrw so yeah.

Sorry you have bad friends. Don't project that onto BTS and their relationships together though. Your friend told you that the other guy makes them feel bad. Has jimin told you the same thing? No? Then you are still assuming things. So don't be an ass and let it go, okay?

And regardless of how you are phrasing things, you are still wrong. He doesn't have a hard time complimenting Jimin. Just like Jimin doesn't have a hard time and thinks it's funny when Yoongi teases him. And Jimin also doesn't have a hard time teasing Yoongi either... like for example....

"Since you put together all the times yoongi praised jimin..."

No I didn't. I gave a FEW examples. Just a few. That I thought of off the top of my head. Bro, you gotta unclench.

"It's examples over 10 years, so it doesn't matter to me"

your examples are also over 10 years, so they don't matter to me either I guess? Lol cmon. Grow up. You don't get to belittle their relationship. It's not your place. They don't have to be your favorite duo, but sit down and let it go. They love each other and they support each other so fully and when one isn't in the mood for teasing or needs geniune words and support, they have it in each other always. They are constantly showing up for each other. That's what matters too. Their relationship and friendship is not yours. So don't be so worried about it, okay?

Enjoy your break from Twitter, try taking one from here maybe too. Sounds like it could be good for you. You sound like a tkkr bro. Like I have exact messages in my inbox at times from tkkrs just like this. Except instead of shitting on jikook, you are shitting on yoonmin. Aren't yall tired of being unhappy?

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Yeah there was no way Nagi was holding well from their cruel treatment, it definitely hurt her.

*after crying, she still had her head on Hajime's shoulder* ...At the time, I think what made it easier for my time at Hope's Peak was just spending time with other students in other classes; it just made things... tolerable and I wouldn't have to feel so isolated.

But when it comes to my own class, it often feels like that I can't tell what's up with them and felt I was walking on eggshells; either they act like I kill Hatomi, treated me with cold indifference, avoided me cause I'm that reminder she's dead, exclude or treat me as if I'm special because my family are Ultimates when they discover which I never care for much or just... I don't even know.

Yeah, I can get why you would feel that way, you haven't exactly spoken about any of this at all and while sure; I know they aren't like that but you met them at their worse time or when Junko started to influence them while for me, I got to spend time with them before they enroll so probably why it's hard to let go of any bias for me.

Indeed, I just...I don't even know what to say at all, I rather not make them feel worse about themselves but I can't deny, it's difficult to say anything without trying to remain unbais here or get angry at them.

So I've just accepted that none of them would view me as anything more then just a caretaker that wants what's best for them, that's all it is for me and it's the same with my worries about me Divine Luck, I feel that I'm worry that I might become corrupted with greed.

Right, I suppose that is what you remember and it's not like I can change your views of them since you for, you dealt with them for nearly 2 to 3 years so it's understandable.

But still, you should be allow to say something. You shouldn't have bottle it up, you were hurt and were upset. Sure, the teacher was the sole reason for it but your allow to be upset with them.

You think so...?

Yeah, if your upset and were hurt then yeah, you have a right to get mad; if someone is treating you horribly you should say something instead of trying to bottle it up.

I mean, given how you seen me; I probably wouldn't put up with their bullshit either but you have a lot more patience then I do which says a lot and I question how you don't get mad at all.

Given how these guys are, I feel they do need to get call out a few times. Hell, I was able to listen to you and understand things thanks to you explaining it - you probably are much kinder then you make yourself out to be and I think you do give yourself very little credit.

...What?

O-Oh uh, sorry was that too much.

O-Oh uh, no-nothing just... surprise you say that, it's rather... odd to me...

I see, well okay then... (What was that reaction, did I say something weird?)

[ethanharli]

Paring(s): Kageyama Tobio x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): NSFW (SMUT), Cursing, Bottom Kageyama, etc etc.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

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Piercing blue eyes stared up at me with hesitation and determination, a usual combo if you ask me but the first year was practically shaking in his shoes as he opened his mouth every few seconds to peak, only to snap it back closed right after. "Relax Kageyama, there's no need to worry just take your time" I smiled, we had been standing here for a little while after practice ended cause Kageyama said he needed to speak to me, but the poor kid just couldn't utter out a single word. "Um Senpai I uhm-!" A sigh soon escaped past my parted lips, shaking my head slightly at the setter who merely tilted his head at me in confusion.

"Kageyama, you know you can just call me by my name right? I don't care much for the honorifics" I spoke softly, sending the shorter male a lazy smile as he nearly jumped out of his skin- for what reason I do not know but the sight of pink dusting over his cheeks clearly caught my attention. "Yes Senpai!" He shouted, causing me to sigh in defeat, we've been at the whole 'call me by my name' thing for a month or so now, but he is very insistent on calling me Senpai for some reason and unlike Tanaka and Noya, I don't have a thing for it. "Hey Kageyama if you don't mind could we take this to my house? I need to check on my sister before she heads off to a friends house since our parents are out for their anniversary" I asked, glancing towards my watch.

I swear Kageyama's ears burned as he swayed a bit at the mention of coming to my house, so in an attempt to steady him I reached out, gently taking his arms in my hands. "Whoa you okay there?" My tone dripped with worry while I looked him over, not noticing the way he shuffled closer, wrapping his fingers around the front of my shirt. "I-Im alright.." He muttered out with a silent gulp, it wasn't until his gaze met mine that I realized how close we were, "Right, yeah that's good" I whispered, feeling a sudden pull from the way he looked at me, blue eyes swirling with a wanting I haven't seen in a long time.

I couldn't help when my gaze shifted towards his lips, my own tongue unconsciously drawing over mine as I wondered how they'd taste. Nearly jumping from the sudden thought I pulled away from the first year, watching as he blinked himself out of the trance, and with a sheepish grin I scratched at the back of my head. "Anyways! Shall we get going?" Kageyama only nodded and followed along side me, while a pretty pink blush still adored his features, "You know you can tell me anything right? I won't laugh nor judge you" I spoke, hinting at earlier when he tried to tell me something.

Even though the sudden topic was to also keep my mind off what happened only moments ago, "I know it's just-" He quickly cut himself off, sending me a nervous glare before shifting it back towards the ground. Kageyama had been acting weird lately, well, only around me at least. I don't know if he thought I wouldn't notice, even though it's pretty hard not to, he always talked to me a bit more than the others, asking for me to practice with him when no one else could, he'd even show up to my last class and ask if I wanted to walk with him to the club room. However, he's distanced himself from me recently, he'd basically run away or make up some excuse to get away from me, but I've also realized that his face would flush whenever speaking to me, and that his gaze would linger on me a little longer then usual.

"It's alright you can take your time, I don't bite" Unless you want me too.

Shaking my head I quickly squashed the thought, as I walked up to my house, opening the door so Kageyama could walk through, "Th-Thank you" He muttered out, quickly shuffling inside. With a quiet chuckle I walked in after him, "You can head up to my room if you'd like, it's up the stairs, first door on the left" Kageyama just nodded and headed up stairs while I headed towards the kitchen, already knowing my sister would be in there, most likely eating away at the cake I made yesterday.

And turns out I was correct, cause there she is, hunched over the counter with a mouth stuffed with chocolate cake, getting crumbs all over her shirt, and being the lovely brother I am I just had to say something. "I don't think your girlfriend would want you to eat her out with cake all over your teeth" I spoke with a smile, trying not to laugh when she nearly choked on it, "You asshole! S-She's not my girlfriend!" Skyla gasped, trying to get some air back in her lungs while I dug my finger into the cake frosting, licking it off right after. "Hey you know I don't judge, but seriously I think you should brush your teeth first" I winced as she punched my shoulder, heavily glaring at me with her icy blue eyes.

"Don't talk to me like that when you brought a guy home! We both know what you're thinking about if its him" I merely rolled my eyes, as I remembered all the times I talked to her about Kageyama, it's pretty obvious that I like him by now and technically shes not exactly wrong. "Okay okay I get it, just run along now" I huffed, sending her a small smile as she grabbed her bag and ran out the door, while I made my way towards my room.

"Hey sorry for taking so long" I chuckled, shifting my gaze around the room only to find Kageyama's eyes widened, staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. He stood by my closet shirt discarded on the floor, only to be replaced by one of my hoodies that was way to big for him, he looked so small in my clothing, but so god damn adorable I had to turn away to cover the sudden blush that even caused my ears to burn. "Ah! S-Sorry! I'll-" I quickly cut him off my shutting my door with a little more force then I intended, "It's okay! No need to worry, anyways would you like to watch a movie or something?" I asked, quickly trying to change the topic before I did anything I might regret later.

Kageyama merely nodded his head, fumbling with the strings of my hoodie. After a few moments of awkward silence I got a movie on, deciding to pick 'Before I wake' since horror movies seem to keep me at peace, however Kageyama quickly sat next to me on the bed, shuffling so close he was practically in my lap, it's not that I minded it though. Yet when the first jump scare appeared he jumped into my lap, gripping on tightly to my shirt with his legs wrapped around my waist, nearly forcing a groan past my lips from the sudden pressure.

"Hey Kagey-"

"Tobio."

"Huh?" I blinked, hesitantly moving my hands to his waist to keep him in place. "C-Call me Tobio" He stuttered out, looking between my eyes as mine almost immediately moved to his lips, "Tobio.." I whispered, loving the way it rolled off my tongue, and apparently he loved it to, from the sudden shiver that ran down his spine, and the way his grip on me tightened. "Please [Y/n], please kiss me" He whimpered, as I captured his lips with mine, feeling the restraint leave my body at the sound of his moans. His fingers instantly wove through the back of my hair, tugging hard enough to where I couldn't help but groan while I dragged my tongue across his lower lip, pushing my tongue past his parted lips, earning a soft moan from the setter.

The heat of his mouth was to addicting, letting my tongue roll over his teeth and the roof of his mouth, causing him to grind his hips into my own. My mouth instantly latched onto his jaw as my hands moved to his hips, keeping the movement going just so I could hear the occasional whimpers that emitted from his throat against his will. "S-Senpai!" My eyes narrowed at the name, letting out a husky growl while I dragged my hand up his thigh and towards the waistband of his shorts. "C'mon Tobio, even now you decide against saying my name?" I hummed, pressing my lips to the spot behind his ear, feeling him shudder under my touch.

"I guess that's alright.." I smirked, running my hands under the oversized hoodie in order to pull it off him, letting it drop to the floor as I leaned forward, pressing Kageyama's back to the bed, "Cause I'll have you screaming it in no time." I didn't give him time to respond, catching any words he had with my lips, slowly gliding my hands up his athletic build, loving the way it felt beneath my finger tips. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of him beneath me, it was something I definitely hoped I got to see more of, slowly I slipped my hand past the band of his shorts, running my fingers over his twitching cock that forced a shiver down his spine, causing my pants to tighten uncomfortably from the intoxicating sight.

"O-Off" He whimpered, tugging at the bottom of my shirt which I gladly pulled off, watching as his eyes took in every detail of my upper body, those beautiful piercing blue eyes now darkened with desire, a desire I happily shared. With a lazy smirk I brought three fingers towards his lips, narrowing my eyes as he happily took them in his mouth, slowly dragging his tongue up my middle finger, letting my mind wonder what it would feel like to have my cock in his mouth instead. With a quick shake of my head I pulled my fingers away to tug off his shorts, throwing them somewhere in the corner of my room.

We could do that some other time.

Bringing my lips to his ear I kissed it softly, resting my other hand on his hip, "This'll hurt a bit alright? I'll move when you're ready" Kaageyama merely nodded, eagerly bucking his hips up in anticipation that caused me to chuckle softly until I pressed my middle finger to his entrance, slowly sliding it in. Kageyama's nails dug into the skin on my back, letting out soft whimpers as I kissed his forehead and his lips, trying to distract him from the feeling, which seemed to work since he wiggled around, letting out a breathy moan. Carefully I started to pump my finger inside him, trying to be gentle since it seemed like his first time, "M-More!" He whimpered, dragging his nails down my back in a slow motion that forced a groan past my parted lips. Granting his wish I slipped in another finger, moving them in a scissoring motion that caused him to cry out, and soon enough I found the special spot I was looking for that had him screaming.

Pulling my fingers out I ignored his disappointed whine and unbuckled my pants, pull them off along with my boxers, only for Kageyama to wrap his leg around my hip in attempt to pull me closer to him, "H-Hurry." His plea sounded like music to my ears, loving the way he begged for me to take him and for a moment I thought about teasing him, but quickly pushed the thought away as I pushed my cock inside him, groaning at the way his walls tightened around me."S-Senpai!" He gasped out, taking in deep breaths in order to calm himself down while my eyes darkened from the name, "Pl-Please move.." He whined, trying to move but my grip on his hips tightened, keeping him in place.

"What's my name?"

My voice deepened as I spoke, earning a moan from the setter beneath me, desperately trying to get some sort of friction, but I wouldn't allow it until he complied. "[Y-Y/n] please.." With a satisfied smirk I slowly rocked my hips, giving him the pleasure he was begging for while I pressed my lips to his neck, biting softly at the side of his neck before my hands moved under his thighs, pushing them forward so I could get more access inside him. The sudden movement forced a small whimper to emit from his throat, but it was when I hit his prostate that he arched his back, screaming out my name as his nails dug deeper into my skin.

Keeping a mental note of where it is, I repeatedly hit that spot, while letting out soft moans of my own as his walls tightened around me, drawing my climax closer, so with that thought in mind I wrapped my hand around Kageyama's cock, pumping it slowly while running my thumb over the slit. "[Y/N]! F-Faster! Pl-please, I'm close!" Kageyama pleaded, moving his hips in rhythm with mine as I smirked down at him, taking in the details of his sweat drenched hair that clung to his face, his eyes snapped closed tightly, as his body shuddered beneath me when I picked up the pace, slamming into him just to hear those sweet high pitched whimpers.

"[Y/n]!" He screamed, while his nails pierced the skin on my back, but I didn't mind it much as he cummed in my hand. "Just a little more" I groaned feeling my own orgasm draw closer, with a heavy breath I moved to pull out, just to feel Kageyama's legs keep me in place, "C-Cum inside.." He stuttered, hair bouncing with every thrust I made until I finally stopped when I came inside him, sending a shudder through his body once more as my muscles tensed.

I fell beside him since I didn't want to crush him under my weight, trying to steady my breathing before turning my gaze back towards him. "Are you okay?" My voice was barley above a whisper, and luckily he still managed to hear me, "I-Ive been wanting.. To do that for so long" He chuckled in a breathy tone, opening his eyes a bit to smile at me. My heart fluttered in my chest and I drew him closer to me, letting him cuddle up against me even though my body feels all nasty and sweaty.

"Do you want to wait or take a shower now?" I groaned, pressing my nose into his hair.

"Mm, later.."

With a final nod I kissed his forehead, wrapping my arms around his waist protectively, "You're mine now."

"I was hoping you'd say that.."

[fckwritersblock]

Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 5

Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Black OC

(Unedited.)

Tuesday

January 10th 2005

Last night was the only night I'm allowing myself to cry over him and his 'return'. What good would it do me? No, I was gonna take Erik and whatever he had to throw at me by storm.

Waking up the next day, I feel refreshed. Like a brand new person with a more positive mindset. Today I had 3 classes and I'm determined to have a good Erik free day.

That whole Erik free thing went out the window as soon as I got to my first class.

Double O Computer Programming 1 was a junior class, however I'd taken it during the summer during my first year at UC Berkeley. DOCP 2 wouldn't be available until next semester but I needed to have a class since this was my first year on the actual campus. Thankfully Miss Hill really needed a T.A and the fact that I could help with an algorithm that tied into thermal nuclear astrophysics had her sold.

Right after I finished taking attendance, she barely got a word out before the door swung open revealing Erik as our late comer. I quickly glanced at the sheet in front of me, scanning for his name. I was so use to calling him N’dajaka when we were kids, I completely skipped over ‘Erik Stevens’. I huffed rolling my eyes, arms crossed over my chest. His timbs were the only thing heard shuffling across the room making hid way toward the front of the class. Wordlessly he handed Miss Hill before his eyes were on me. They scanned me from top to bottom, before locking with me a smug grin on his lips.

"Hey Lona," my jaw dropped.

Before I could get out a word, Miss Hill opened her mouth, looking up from the paper he handed her.

"Welcome Erik, sorry for the confusion."

"It's all good," he shrugged.

"Im Miss Hill, and I see you already know my aid. As I explained to the class prior to taking attendance, If I'm unavailable feel free to email or call her during the hours listed on the sheet." She is then took a sheet from me and handed him to me. "Other than that, find a seat."

He nodded pretending look over the sheet before averting his gaze back on me.

"I'm definitely gon do that."

Fuck my life right?

Well, Erik just so happened to be in the Calculus class I skipped two days ago. I thank God my record was squeaky clean and Mr. Kennedy accepted my poor excuse before I was quickly reminded the man upstairs has a sense of humor as the only available seat was next to Erik.

"The person next to you will be your partner for the remainder of the semester so let's take the next 15 minutes getting know one another hmm?." Mr. Kennedy instructed.

I couldn't suppress the groan that slipped as Erik casually leaned back in his chair, examining me.

"You heard the man, get to know me."

"I know all I need this know about you Erik."

"Oh so I'm Erik now? Like that?" He spoke cool, calm, and collected like our exchanged was normal.

I gripped my pencils tight, my knee bouncing up and down my body tense.

"Let me set things straight now. We don't need to talk to one another. If it doesn't have anything to do with any of the classes we take together, don't want to hear it. When you see me act like you don't know me. We clear?"

The expression on his face was unreadable before his lip twitched slight him responding.

"Crystal."

Wednesday

January 24th, 2005

It had been two weeks since Erik showed up here.

Ok that's a lie.

Apparently this man has been here. And to top it off, this mans name was in every bitch mouth like the second coming of Jesus Christ. From what I've observed though, he doesn't say much, or gives any of these broads much attention. He don't say much in general actually, he's really good at blending in. He got that laid back, mysterious, bad boy vibe going for him and these females out here hella into that.

But when he opens his mouth, that cocky bastard sure knows how to disrupt my entire soul at least while we're in class.

Outside of class though, he acts like I'm invisible.

It was like he never knew me. And honestly, I don't know how to feel about it. I know that's what I said I wanted but it bothers me just the same.

Today in particular though, he argued me down during our Calculus class. We had one problem to figure out before we could leave class today. You and your partner were supposed agree on the answer, and heaven forbid he just agree with me so we can get out of here. Math was always my subject when we were kids, nothing has changed. I was damn near about to say fuck it when he started laughing.

What in the entire fuck it so funny?" I was fuming.

"You," he shook his head. "You really hella mad."

"Um, YES!" I damn near shouted fed up. "You literally been tryna convince me it's 5 when it's-"

"Chill. I know the answer is 3 girl. C'mon, let's go." So smoothly he closed the book, grabbed his bag and headed to the front.

I was so upset, I had to let him do all the talking when it came to explain to the teacher I'll answer and how we got there. I know I open my mouth I wasn't going to say anything nice.

"Girl what crawled up your ass and died?" Donise questioned with a stank look as we sat at one of the benches outside of the library.

"Yeah What did Erik do now," I could hear teasing in Tatiana's tone so I flipped her off.

Only giving a brief explanation, I went on a mini rant about what happened in class 20 minutes ago. Donise's thought it was funny, while Tati just shook her head.

"I still can't believe it him," Tatianna glanced as a group of guys from across the quad headed our way, Erik included.

"Yes, and I wish it wasn't."

Tatianna was the first real friend I made in a while. I was actually tutoring her online for a while before she found out I was 4 years younger than her. Our friendship started off as a trade. I was her tutor and she both convinced and enrolled in a mentor program to help me with my social skills. I didn't speak to anyone much when Erik left, but I got into a lot of fights. According to the school counselor I was taking out my anger and abandonment issues on.I have meds to tame the anger, and while I haven't had to take them in a while Eric definitely bring that anger out of me.

"Girl that's just sexual tension. You got to fuck all that out." Ashley put in her unwanted two cents.

"Trust me when I tell you on God it isn't."

"Well if you out to holla, then trust and believe I will." She tossed her hair over her shoulder

I didn't really mess with Ashley like that, but she was Tati's frat sister which made them 'friends'. That little thot pocket will screw anything with legs, D, and a pulse and I'm not bout that life. Plus she messy as fuck and I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.

"I don't doubt it," I smirked as Donise said exactly what I was thinking.

Donise was coo' though, I meet her when I first got here 2 months ago. Believe It or not she was apart of the welcome comity for MIT and turned out her and Tatiana were already friends. Once she figured out  who I was, I was shot to the front line during registration and everything.

"Anyways, y'all going Ant and them party tomorrow?" Ashley questioned probably tryna bum a ride.

"What party?"

"The Que's," Donise answered. "The dudes with Erik are frat."

Now this was news to me. I met most of them before but I had no idea there were in a sorority. Examining them, I guess it all made sense. Most in the clique sported some sort of purple and yellow lanyard either around their neck or on their keychain that hung from their jean pocket as if  they wanted everybody to know who they were. Which I wouldn't doubt.

"Ladies! What we chattin about?" Moses questions every bit of his thick English accent tapering off every word.

"Our plans for mañana," Tati answered l

"Word. Y'all coming to the party tomorrow?" Jay spoke playing with a few strands of Donise's curls.

"Tomorrow? It's Thursday." I said confused. "Ain't there class the next day?"

"What's the matter, you can't hang?" I glared at Jay, knowing he was only chastising me because him and Erik were close, according to Tati.

I swear to God men gossip more than women do. Rolling my eyes I spared Erik a glance and he looked like he was waiting on me to respond.

"Oh, I can definitely hang."

I couldn't hang.

Around midnight I was  in the bathroom throwing up everything, damn near hug in the toilet as my surrounding looks so blurry and I can barely function. Im not sure when I'd finally finished, but I could feel someone picks me up and out the bathroom and soon everything goes blurry and then black.

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[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 4 "Haunted House" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

A girl died in this tub.

There's no record of any of these names except for one.

Oh, my god, there's two of them!

I own Halloween. It's my jam.

Halloween is the most important day of the year. It's the one day on the Gregorian calendar where you're allowed to go around terrifying children and not be branded a psychopath.

I am a future network news anchor who's super classy and has almost no fat on her body.

A lot of my fans are, like, friendless dumpy coeds at this or that nursing school in one of this country's various national armpits.

They put down their hot pockets and bask in the warm glow of what it feels like to love me.

I went shopping with my comatose grandmother's credit card and bought presents.

Oh, my god, it says my name!

I hope the severed leg brightens up your trailer park.

You're a bright light in my life, and I wanted you to know how much you impress me with your frumpy spirit.

You are so devastatingly mediocre and adorable!

I can't wait to see you in person, but before that, I'd like to see you post this all over social media, to exploit it for my own gain.

Aah! It's a rotting jack-o'-lantern!

Aah! This box is just filled with blood!

She got me a razor apple!

I stole this cadaver head from an ophthalmology student just for you.

You're the most important person in the world.

So you didn't see anyone in a red devil costume entering or leaving the house?

Are you coming to the precinct pig roast this year?

Come on, she's obviously the killer!

Do you mean to suggest I changed out of my nightgown, strapped myself into a skintight pleather red devil costume, climbed out a second-story dormer, and shimmied to the ground with a chain saw before entering a window I had left open, tried to kill you, then leapt out the window, climbed back up the wall, changed back into my nightgown,

and raced downstairs, all in the course of about 90 seconds?

Clearly that's got you a little freaked out.

I'm not gonna hold any of this against you, and I'm gonna let you be my date for the faculty Halloween party.

Attempted murder!

A guy was almost killed tonight, okay?

Now, no, I'm not a detective, hell, I ain't even a cop, but what I am is somebody who watched every one of those Cosby mysteries, okay?

See? Dismemberment!

I am so sorry that I pushed you out of my car and drove off real scared.

I just can't believe that How To Lose A Guy In 10 days is your favorite movie, too.

In precisely two and half minutes when we go in there, you let me do all the talking.

What are you dressed as?

Oh, you have a squirrel. Don't see that much anymore.

Breakfast is almost ready, we got meat today.

What can you tell us about that night?

Now, we will keep your name out of it, of course.

'm a vault,

And to get in this vault you need a key. Now, you may ask, a key to what? It's a key to meaning. Once you've found the meaning, you don't need the words. You know what I'm saying?

Please, continue with your story.

Have any of you ever heard of "negligent homicide"?

We need to dispose of this body on our own. Now, I've got everything we need in the kitchen to make sausages out of her.

I'm gonna go downstairs, shut this party down, and then we'll get the body out of here.

Somebody has to watch after the baby.

Can you at least turn on the radio?

Just leave the details to me.

We can't just act like this never happened.

She's the devil, that one.

I looked at that baby up close. I know my peas and carrots. That baby was a girl.

Your support doesn't matter.

My campaign needs a theme?

My pumpkin's drunk.

I'm hosting a haunted house to raise money for sickle cell anemia.

Why are you holding a fund-raiser, though?

I don't think you understand the magnitude of the miscalculation you just made.

I can assure you you will not be winning an election anytime soon. And when you lose, I am gonna make it my lifelong passion to destroy your reputation.

You're a stuck-up little sociopath, and everybody in this room knows it.

It might behoove you to recall that everyone here witnessed you actually murder someone

Just sharpening knives.

Put the knives down.

I don't know what came over me.

How very adolescent of you to think of this.

It vaguely smacks of something my six-year-old sister would be excited about.

It's the most disgusting disease in the history of mankind.

You get it when you don't even understand the most basic tenets of oral hygiene.

Just give the dang thing its pot of gold already!

I ain't got no candy!

Bet you're a sexy dirt-covered girl. That's what I bet you are.

Sometimes I come out here and I just rub my hands on the gravestones.

I get you more than anyone.

I also find the thought of dead bodies extremely arousing.

I just don't understand why I have all these dark feelings.

You know, I just think our generation's had it too easy, you know? We haven't seen enough horrible stuff. There's no awesome diseases randomly killing people. There's not really any awesome wars to go off to and witness horrific things you can't unsee. We, like, pulled out of all of 'em.

Sometimes I just don't even feel like I'm living, you know?

The only time I feel anything is when I'm thinking about chopping up a body.

And here you are, saddled up with an uptight girlfriend who freaked out for no other reason than the fact that you just wanted to fantasize about having sex with her lifeless corpse.

Oh, my god, I got a total chub right now.

Not scary enough.

She'll let you in the back door.

What could be scarier for an adult than a child coming to murder them?

Isn't that all of our greatest fear? That the pain, the regrets, the mistakes of our youth will destroy us in our adulthood? That we can't escape our inner child. One we would rather forget, but who, at the end of the day has all the power.

Why are you lying to me?

Something does not make sense.

You got to give me more here, okay?

I don't understand what you're getting at.

Are you on bath salts?

Why are we even here?

This house is haunted.

There's a legend in this neighborhood about a woman who wailed about her dead children. And this was the house she lived in.

These dumb ol' kids are smoking crack.

I think it's incredible what you can find out with just a quick trip down to your local library.

This can be one of the rooms for the haunted house.

What exactly do you plan on doing at this haunted house?

I was thinking we could blindfold folks and make 'em put their hands in a bowl full of grapes we peeled, so it'll feel like eyeballs.

I think the reason you want to have a haunted house party is 'cause a haunted party is like a buffet for murderers.

Yeah, yeah, you can just go around killing anybody you want and ain't nobody even gonna even notice.

Just like you chopped the arms off that dumb-ass golf guy.

Why do you have it out for me?

So now you look at me and see everything you could've been.

I hope you have a good time at you haunted party and get to murder lots of folks.

You have this way too thought out.

Isn't this kind of nice?

My sense of personal identity is completely external.

I really don't have much to offer.

I've found that my particular style of speaking and gesticulation is extremely off-putting to most boys. And girls. And anyone.

I need to eat. My blood sugar is crashing.

I'm tired of depriving myself of joy and sustenance.

I may die at the end of a serial killer's blade, but I refuse to die hungry.

Which one of you ladies would like to be my costume for Halloween? I'm going as "dude having awesome sex with you."

I mean, what in the hell's wrong with the world where a guy can't even whistle at a chick just to tell her she looks hot?

I recently took a women's studies class. Yes, because it was a requirement, but I learned a lot anyways. Like the culture that says it's okay for a man to objectify a woman for her appearance is the same culture that pressures girls as young as ten to have eating disorders.

So you're basically saying I'm the one responsible for making you look hot?

When you treat us like meat, you're no better than him!

I'm not really sure how you got my number, but I like how you took the initiative and texted me where you wanted us to meet.

Do you think you're man enough to take me inside that house and attack my crack?

I'll sure this house has an amazingly romantic basement.

Hey, so, uh, a little awkward since we're about to bone down and everything, but, um, what's your name?

Smells like roadkill.

I've never been so scared in my whole life.

All right, if we go to the police, they're gonna see I'm still rocking a mad sidepipe, and they're gonna think I had something to do with it.

We have to warn people.

All right, everybody listen up! All of your lives are in danger!

There are dead bodies! Dead bodies. Real-life dead bodies.

Did you say dead bodies?

Those are like the most lifelike dead bodies I've ever seen.

Is that a real dead body?

There are five dead bodies in that house. Laid out in horrible and deliberate macabre poses.

You are not leaving this house tonight.

You make it harder and harder to believe that you're not the killer.

I found out something really interesting, and now I have a theory.

Everything is weird about that story.

I mean, it's too big a coincidence.

We have to figure out who that woman was.

[mikkachu8888]

A/N I do not own any of the main plot line or characters of Marvel. Those rights are reserved for the creators. Thank you.

Peter x adult!reader

You were nervous to say the least. You looked at the clock on your wall again. It was probably only 15 minutes until they would arrive. You sighed. Mae and Peter are coming over for dinner. It's only been a few months since Tony's funeral and you can't say you were coping well. Natasha...Tony... Steve... all gone. Steve wasn't dead, but he seemed on the verge of it due to his old age now, but either way you weren't ready to let him go either. It felt like you were robbed of so much time you could have spent with him. He always was my most understanding fake uncle/dad/brother...or whatever you wanted to consider him. It didn't matter how you felt though, it's what makes him happy and you have to respect that... even if internally you weren't ready to bury another one of your family members. These people helped raise you and it broke your heart to see how your family got so much smaller.

Clint made more of an appearance in your life after the events, however. After Nat died you both found great comfort and grieving her death together. He became your new outlet to vent, which had previously belonged to Steve. Actually, this whole dinner was Clint's idea. It was something that was meant to clear the air between Peter and I.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to the voice and saw my fiancé of 8 months standing in the kitchen door with his hands in his pockets and looking at me with a concerned, but supportive smile.

"No..." I admit. "I've faced mass genocide, the largest war to human kind, and losing most of my family all at once... and yet... I've never been more nervous than I am right now."

"What do you think is going to happen?" (f/n) says.

"I don't know... I know it's really not that big of a deal compared to what we've all gone through before, but for some reason I can't bear to see Peter so upset with me. It...Just...It hurts my heart. I can't explain it." you say putting your face into your hands.

"I understand... and to be honest I think it is... a big deal." (f/n) says walking over and placing his hands on my arms gently. "So many families have been disrupted by the blip. Parents seeing their children all grown up all of a sudden, couples having larger age gaps and who have grieved and moved on, people who have blipped and realized that their loved ones that have remained here passed away in that what seemed to be moments they've been gone...in which it was actually years."

You looked up at him. He gave a small smile. "You are not the only one struggling to adjust in these weird times and grieving the lost time. I'm sure Peter is just as confused and nervous as you are. He was your boyfriend, your lover. You guys were very close and I'm sure when he came back from the blip he still thought you were the same as ever... only to realize that it wasn't the case."

"He saw me for the first time at Tony's funeral...and he wouldn't even talk to me. He just stared at me... almost like he was afraid of me." The sentence came out like it was a soft whisper, but ended with just pain and hurt in it.

"Is that a bad thing?" (f/n) asked. "Wouldn't you be? I know I would, especially if I was just a 16 year old kid."

"No no...No... You're right. I honestly should be thinking about him too. He's probably shell shocked and I'm just worried about myself." You take a deep breath and gave a slight bitter chuckle. "I'm the adult here. I've matured and learned to cope. I shouldn't be the one who's scared here."

"I think it's okay for you both to be scared. Don't worry, though. I'll be there and Mae will be there to help. Clint says he'll be standing by if you need help." It was at that moment, the doorbell rang making you jump. "You got this. I promise."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving to answer the door. You mulled over his words for a moment before sucking in a breath and following him. As you walked through your living room you reached up and began fixing your hair as you walked. You wanted to make sure you at least looked like you weren't a complete mess, but you were on the inside. A horrible, grieving, pitiful, shawarma and ice cream eating mess.

I wore black. It was my go to color. Not because I was sad or grieving, but because it is the most convenient color and showed so much class while also hiding your shame. There was very little the color black couldn't hide. You were grateful that when you joined SHIELD and the main uniform color was black. You cut your hair shorter and mostly wore it up in a tight seamless bun for work, but tonight it is in its full glory. Your fiancé wore basic white button up and black pants. He had on a tie before, but you supposed it was bothering him so he took it off. At least he put on the black blazer as well. You never liked the tie anyway. It was just something Steve had said one time that was necessary for important events. He taught (f/n) how to tie it and everything.

You stood beside (f/n) a little ways back as you were bit afraid. He opened the door and there stood Mae, Peter, and shockingly Happy smiling back. Peter actually wasn't smiling. He wasn't even looking at neither you nor (y/n). His gaze was to the side towards the floor. It was clear that he wasn't ready to face reality either. Your eyes moved back to the group as a whole. "Happy, what are you doing here?" You- asked stretching out a smile that may have seemed a little forced.

"Well, I was just popping over to the Parker residence from visiting Pepper and Morgan, and Mae invited me to come along, so I thought I haven't seen you in a while and there was no harm in dropping by as well. I wanted to see what you've been up to and what not." Happy nodded with a big smile. He leaned close and half whispered "Mae thought that you all could use as much help as you could get with this weird situation anyway."

"O-oh... okay... well um. Thanks for coming. I'm sure it's appreciated." You internally cursed. More people to witness the horror that will be this dinner. You turned your attention to Mae. "Hi, Mae." You smiled a bit and you could tell she already had tears pricking her eyes and she held out her arms for a big hug. She gave you tight motherly squeeze and rubbed your back. "Hi, Honey. Gosh, you've gotten so big. You just look absolutely beautiful."

"Yes. Thank you. It's been so long since I've seen you... Well I suppose not to you." You attempted a joke to lighten the mood. She and Happy laughed though that joke didn't seem to land well with Peter as he didn't laugh and only seemed to be made more uncomfortable.

Your eyes did fixate on Peter now and the silence of the group became thick and very tense. He wasn't saying anything and you bit your lip. "Hey...Peter." Your voice was softer and sounded week. He looked exactly the same. Young baby face with wispy brown hair that seemed to like to hang in his face depending how it fell. He did a pretty good job at keeping it combed back, however. His brown eyes finally looked back at you and widened just slightly. You looked so much different, yet, exactly the same. For starters, the makeup. That was so much more new. You never wore makeup. You were perfectly happy with the nude appearance of your face. Although you weren't wearing much makeup it was still prevalent that you had some on, but just enough to look clean and classy. Your hair wasn't as super long as you had it when you were younger. It was always down and long and it was a daily struggle for you to keep it maintained and out of paint or your food at lunch. You were always getting it caught in your mouth or finding random strands of it on your clothing or in your stuff. He remembered how sometimes when he kissed you your hair would get caught between their lips. It was embarrassing then, but now he missed it. Now it was cut much shorter and seemed more tamed. He wasn't sure if he liked that or not. It didn't matter, however, for some reason in Peter's mind it made you look all the much more mature and older. Everything about you seemed older and mature. Your body was different. Slightly wider hips and a bit larger breasts. He probably wouldn't have noticed either difference if it wasn't for the dress you were wearing... or for the matter that you were wearing a dress at all. Dresses and skirts weren't your forte last time he saw you. You said they restricted you from doing the things you wanted to do. No, leggings and jeans covered in paint, pen marks, sharpies was what you wore on a daily basis along with an oversized hoody of some sort. Peter looked down at the ground. He noticed you weren't wearing any shoes. He cracked a slight side smile. At least that was one thing that didn't changed about you. You always hated wearing shoes. It didn't matter where you were or the temperature outside. Shoes were never the priority for you. You always carried a pair and wore them when you had to, but if they bothered you too much or you just found them unnecessary you'd kick them off and immediately toss them in your backpack. So many times you'd walk down the school halls bare foot with some type of drawing that you drew on them from being bored in class. Peter always thought that little quirk was cute. He could actually see a little tattoo on the side of your foot, but couldn't make it out in that moment. In fact when he looked closer, he saw that both your feet looked slightly different from each other. He wasn't quite sure, but it seemed the foot with the tattoo seemed somewhat off. He just wasn't sure what was different.

His voice finally decided to make an appearance. "Hey... again..." It didn't come out as strong as he wanted it to, but it came out enough for her to hear.

"How are you?" You asked him.

"Uh..." He didn't have anything to say. He just gave an awkward nod and a generic 'ok'. He wasn't ready to talk. You backed off and looked at the group as a whole once more.

"Oh um... everyone. This is my fiancé, (f/n)" you said stepping back and introducing your now future husband. Peter's face immediately dropped. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth between you and your fiancé in an almost panicked state. He couldn't believe it. You had found someone else. You had left him.

"Hi, everyone." (f/n) smiled and waved and shook everyone's hand, except Peter who didn't even attempt to raise his hand. His face now stared wide eyed at your fiancé who waited patiently for his hand in return. Mae nudged Peter's arm and he blinked a couple of times in realization and took (f/n)'s hand to shake. "Oh yeah um sorry... it's nice to meet you." He says politely trying to cover up how frazzled he was for a moment.

"Well, everyone. Why don't you come inside?" You say and step to the side allowing everyone to filter into your home.

"Wow... fancy." Happy says looking around at stuff.

"Happy, you knew I lived here." You say unamused.

"I've never seen the inside, though." He commented back.

"So how long have you lived here?" Mae asks looking at the light fixtures.

"3 years or so now." You say watching them. "I know it's much different than that dingy apartment I was at before."

"Yeah um.... How did you get a place like this?" Peter asks quietly.

"Uh well... with my new job and the housing being cheaper from the blip and-"

"Tony bought it." Happy commented bluntly cutting you off.

You sighed. "Yes. Tony bought and designed it for me. My job at SHIELD lets me be able to pay for it."

"You work at SHIELD?" peter asks glancing back at you.

"Yes. Head of the entire global security and protection program. Also, I'm a public advocate for the international super powered and mutated community." You say with a bit of pride.

"Wow that sounds like a very high position." Mae says.

"It can be, I suppose." You shrug your shoulders.

"You've certainly come a long way since you were young." Mae says a little sad.

"I think everyone who was left here during the blip has. It just depends on if they came a long way for the better or worse. That depends on the person." You state glancing at Happy. "Right, Happy?"

"Yeah. There's been a lot of people who dropped over the edge since that, but also a lot of people who've thrived since then. We've seen it all." Happy says skeptically looking at one of the vases you had on your counter. You walked over and took the vase from Happy's hands. "Why don't we all sit down before you break something." You says putting the vase back down where it was.

"Where did you get that? It's hideous." Happy says moving towards the sofa.

"It came with the house." You stated.

"Why'd you keep it?" Happy says scrunching up his nose.

"Don't worry about it." You say ushering him to the couch.

"I happen to like it. I think it's... unique." Mae says admiring it from afar as she sat next to Happy and Peter on one of the sofas. You and (f/n) sat across from them on the other. He gave them each glasses of water in case they got thirsty. You hadn't seen him even go into the kitchen to get them.

"Oh yeah... I mean... if you look at it that way then I guess it's pretty nice." Happy says backtracking and taking a pert sip of the water he was just given. Your eyes furrow as you look between Happy and Mae. You glance at Peter who also seems confused at the interaction.

"Okay...so Happy. What were you doing at the Parker residence?" you ask Happy with a smirk.

"Oh you know. Just checking in. See how Peter is doing." Happy says not so casually.

"I see." You say as your eyes look back at Peter. "So, Peter."

"Huh?" he asks a little startled by my turn of attention to him. The water in his cup sloshing at the sudden movement. "How are you doing?"

"Oh um... okay, I guess." He responds nodding. That was it. The entire highlight of the conversation between us for the rest of the time. The rest of the time he and you both remained quiet and only spoke when spoken too. You were hurt. He was hurt. You could tell. Not only because you know him, but because teenagers tend to have less of a poker face when they're upset. No matter how hard they try to hide it, it usually slips through that they are emotional in that moment. You have learned to control that side of you a lot better. You are no longer that emotional and even if you were, you've learned to hide it a lot better. Your face remains impassive, but you sit there thinking that perhaps he doesn't need impassive. He needs something to know that you are feeling much of the same feelings he is feeling. You just don't know what to say.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet?" Mae asks setting her glass on the coffee table in front of us. Peter's attention becomes more alert at the question. It was obvious he was wondering the same thing. Just when did this happen?

"Oh no. I don't mind. I suppose that is one of the big elephant questions in the room." You say a little nervously.

"We met in physical therapy. We had the same Therapist and she brought all her patients together for group stretching once a week. It was something that was set up through a volunteer group for people with superpowers and mutations. I can't exactly remember the name, but it was group that helped with the devastation after the snap. They helped clean up and got people out of crisis and arranged for a lot of the people with powers who were injured to receive medical attention and physical therapy from medical professionals that had mutations of some sort as to not expose us or risk exploitation. Do you remember the volunteer organization's name?" (f/n) asked looking at me.

"It wasn't an organization. It was a school, I believe. Dr. Xavier ran the school. He's quite the man. I talk to him every now and again, but I haven't heard from him quite a while. He's part of the reason I got my foot in the door for advocating for those with superpowers or mutants as they call them." You state.

"Interesting. What were you going to physical therapy for?" Mae asked. "Or what I mean is, what happened?"

"Well I was on a train in New York with my sister and mother when people starting dusting away. I suppose the conductor was one of those people because our train never stopped and crashed full force into one of the buildings and derailed us from the tracks over a bridge, it sent us crashing into the streets. My mother died on impact, but I was able to protect my sister with my body. I can turn my body into different materials, so I was able to keep most of the things away from her and she just had a couple of broken bones, but I didn't move fast enough because I got a metal rod straight through the chest. It broke right near my sternum. I had no clue why or how I was still alive. I thought I was going to die in there for sure until some of the students from that school showed up." (f/n) unbuttoned his shirt half way to show the large star like shaped scar right in the center of his chest.

"That's awesome..." Happy muttered looking in awe at his scar before getting nudged in the shoulder by Mae. "I mean terrible. Truly terrible. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Yes, that's awful. I'm sorry that happened to you." Mae says sympathetically.

(f/n) chuckled and buttoned his shirt back up. "No, don't worry about it. These types of things make us stronger right? And I do agree with Happy. I think my scar is pretty awesome." He patted his chest proudly. You smiled in amusement and gave slight chuckle.

"...and you?" Peter's soft voice piped up after a moment. Everyone looked at him. He was looking at you. You weren't really sure what he was trying to ask you. He glanced at everyone before licking his lips and trying again to clarify. "Uh um. What I mean is what happened to you... as well? Why were you in, you know, physical therapy?"

"Oh. I was actually in Africa fighting in battle." You sated simply.

"You were a part of the Battle of Wakanda?" Peter asks sitting up straighter now.

You smiled a bit and let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. It was like pulling teeth to convince Steve to let me, but yeah. I was. It was a savage alien that bit and clawed into my leg and that started the problems, but it was a female servant of Thanos that actually took my leg. Cut it clean off with swords she had."

"Oh my god. That's horrible." Mae exclaimed and Peter's eyes traveled to your foot once more. That's why your foot looked so off. It was a prosthetic. Peter thought it looked too real to be a prosthetic, but too fake to be real. You were able to walk so seamlessly though. Like you never lost your leg at all.

"Not as horrible as for her. When Natasha found out she was absolutely pissed. She and one of the Wakanda guards kicked her ass." You laughed outwardly. Peter saw the old you come out all of a sudden and all at once. He smiled brightly. "And then what happened?" he asked.

"They sent her ass through her own giant alien sawblade that they tried to kill us with!" You were full blown laughing now. The memory had you almost in tears because of how convenient and karmic the whole thing was. If you remembered correctly you remember yourself laughing in that moment as well. Despite nearly being dead in a ditch and bleeding out uncontrollably, you were still verbally shouting out cheers of praise to Nat as she fought and when she came to quickly bandage you up to stop the bleeding. You remembered Nat replying to you "Shut up, kid or I'll leave you here instead. All that shouting is going to make you pass out anyway." Funny enough she wasn't too far off the target because it wasn't long after she told you that did you fall unconscious from blood loss and woke up with a sweet new robotic vibranium prosthetic leg in Wakanda's medical ward.

"So, if she cut your leg off what happened next." Peter asked now interested in the story.

"Nat bandaged me up, I passed out, and I woke up with a sweet new robotic leg in Wakanda's medical ward. After I was healed enough I was transferred to Xavier's school where I sharpened my powers and did physical therapy along with the others. Once I was healed, Tony came back from outer space. Once he was recovered he told us everything and eventually upgraded my leg. Now it looks almost like I never lost a leg. Well, sort of. It still looks a bit off and it glitches every now and again, but I'm not complaining. I can still walk so." You shrugged now crossing your leg over the other and folding your arms over your chest.

"Wow. That's really cool." Peter said breathlessly. He seemed to admire you so much more. You knew you were now Tony Stark, but it was nice to have those admiring eyes directed towards you for once. The type of eyes that didn't hold romantic feelings, but still held the belief that everything you did was cool and amazing.

"Thank you, Peter." You smiled.

"So when are you two getting married?" Happy asks randomly and taking a gulp of water.

*smash*

The glass in Peter's hand immediately smashes in his palm. Everyone makes a noise in surprise at the sudden sound and turn to Peter. "Oh! Uh... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I'll... I'll clean it up." Peter says getting down on the floor to clean it up.

"Peter, your hand." You gasp setting your cup down. His hand started bleeding from all the glass shards that decided to embed themselves into his skin.

"Oh um..." Peter's face flushed a bright red. He couldn't help but feel intense embarrassment about the situation.

"Don't worry about the glass. I got it. You go with (y/n) and get your hand all patched up, okay?" (f/n) says already standing to go and get the broom.

"Yeah, come on, Peter. I have a first aid kit in the kitchen." You say standing up and helping him to his feet. You held his arm as he kept his hand underneath his injured one, hoping to catch the blood so it wouldn't get onto your carpet. You walked him to the kitchen. "Just put your hand over the sink and I'll be there in a moment."

"Okay." Peter says doing what you asked as you began to rummage around the medicine cabinet. Peter began to run his hand under a bit of water as you came back with the first aid kit. You first got some tweezers and a dish towel and dragged 2 chairs over so we could sit. You first sat down and put the dish towel across your lap. Peter then sat down and you gently grabbed his hand and set it in your lap while looking closely at it. "Nothing bad it looks like. Obviously nothing the Amazing Spiderman can't handle." You joke looking at him with a smile and he smiles back with an awkward laugh.

A silence falls over you both as you begin to focus on plucking the tiny shards from his hand. You didn't notice how the air got thicker and you certainly didn't notice how things got increasingly more difficult for Peter to stomach. He stared at you the entire time and the longer he did the more his heart broke. You didn't notice how his straight face slowly broke until you saw a few tear drops fall onto the surface of the hand you were working on and you heard a choked back sob. You looked up and saw his face as he turned away. You set the towel with glass pieces aside and held his hand. You knew he wasn't crying because of his hand or if there was a possibility you hurt him. He was much tougher than that. You also knew you couldn't physically hurt him even if you wanted to. His powers made it easier for him to handle a lot more than a regular human. No, his pain was internal. His kind soft heart was bursting with pain. "Peter..." you said softly with a frown.

"I... I miss you." He said finally with his head down and his chest heaved. "I miss you so much."

This is where your heart broke and you couldn't even keep your composure anymore. You hugged Peter and you hugged him tight. You hugged him like how you wanted to hug him the day you found out that he was one of the victims of the Snap. You hugged him like he would dust away again. You hugged him like he would leave you again, but this time not come back. And you cried. Oh, you cried like you should have when you first saw him again. You cried as you were finally getting the closure you wanted. It was five years, but you had him in your arms again and you couldn't be more grateful. "I miss you, too."

"First I lost Mr. Stark and now you..." he began crying harder now. He drops to his knees on the floor and his face goes to your lap.

"That's not true. I'm right here." I told him holding him tighter.

"But you're not mine anymore. You're his... and it only seems like just a few months ago you were at my house and we were playing video games and listening to music." Peter said getting his voice more.

"But it wasn't a few months ago. It's been years, Peter." You tell him stroking his hair.

"I know... but... it's just not fair!" he says gripping the fabric of your dress around your thighs tight in his balled fists.

"I know, I know it's not fair." You tell him as more tears fell from your eyes.

"If... if he wasn't there... If you weren't getting married, would you wait for me?" he asked quietly. You pressed your lips together. This was a very heavy question. It wouldn't change the outcome of how things were now no matter how you answered, but it could change the way Peter thought about things and how your relationship would be from here on out. You had to answer carefully. Either he could be angry with you and refuse to have contact with you, or he could have a false sense of hope and closure all depending on how you answered his question. You just hated to see him so upset and you wanted to give in, but you also could not lie to him either. If you ever loved him then you would not lie to him, even now.

"No, Peter." I told him gently petting his hair. His body tensed at the words. "Look at me."

He didn't move, so you shifted your body away slightly and lifted his chin up, so he would look at you. "Peter, I want you to listen to me. I want you to really hear what I am trying to tell you."

He looks at you with his tear stained face, but he does what you ask. "What happened to us is cruel and unfair, but it did happen. This whole situation is hard to swallow and seeing you like this kills me. Seeing your face for the first time when you came back and realizing you didn't grow up with me was one of the hardest things I had to come to terms with because I immediately realized that we couldn't work. I think it was even harder for me when I realized that when you came back, you had no idea what had happened and you thought we were still together like always. I found it difficult when I saw the reality hit you when you looked at me for the first time at Tony's funeral. I still care deeply for you, but you are still a child, Peter. You blipped. I didn't. I mourned and moved on. I know that when you become in your twenties it won't really be a big deal anymore with the age gap, but that's nearly 10 years of my life waiting for you. That's 10 years of my life halted and stagnant. That's also nearly 5 years of your life wasted waiting on me when you also need to move on. I'm sorry, but it won't be healthy if you wait for me."

He doesn't say anything for a long while. He just sets his head back down in your lap as he thinks over what you just told him. I don't mind, however. You said what you had to. You couldn't lie to him. It wasn't the adult or right thing to do. You had to just rip the band aid off. It seemed we sat there for a while. I knew the others were giving us our privacy. We all knew this dinner was really just to break the news to Peter that our relationship wouldn't work and hoping we could still be okay afterwards.

"Do you love him?" he asked quietly, his voice breaking a bit.

"Yes." You answered back.

"Did you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes."

"But... not the same way..." he sighed.

"...No... not in the same way." You tell him gently.

"I... I suppose that's okay." He muttered, even if he didn't like his own answer.

"Thank you, Peter." You say with a smile looking down at him.

"For what?" he asks looking up at you.

"For understanding, for not being angry, for being a good person, for doing the right thing for yourself and I, ... and for just giving me some of the best moments of my life being with you." You tell him happily.

"O-oh. No problem." He says now getting back up off the floor and going to his feet.

You follow suit. His face was still tear stained, but he didn't have complete dread in his eyes anymore.

"It's going to take a while for me to get over you." He says looking at the ground.

"I know it will because it took me awhile. (f/n) was very patient with me." You tell him before thought came into her head. "Peter, I know this is too soon, but may I point you in a direction of people to consider giving a chance?"

"Um... okay?" He didn't seem too comfortable, but he was open to hear what she suggested.

"You know Michelle Jones that was in our class, right? I believe she just went by MJ."

"MJ?" Peter thought taking it into consideration.

[99liners]

I just woke up [it's 8:42PM]

I'm that depressed liberosis anonymous.

I'm so out of words.

I didn't see that coming. Thank you so much for your kindness, I fell asleep crying like shit after I sent you the ask earlier and I'm crying while thanking you with this right now, you don't know how much those words mean to me, you seriously don't know.

I just realised that it's been long since I've cried complaining about my worries to someone. I'm just so used to having suppress my feelings and sharing it to someone feels like a sin, I feel like burdening you. Idk. I hate feeling like this because there's nothing bad with saying how I feel because if I don't you'll never know.

My best friend's, my cousin sister they're fatigued of hearing complaints and wails and it just keeps bringing me down in their eyes, I don't wanna be seem as the meek helpless damsel in distress because no matter how much they love me the impression won't change and they'll treat me like I'm some burden in no time.

My life is so sympathetic that I'm having to keep running away from my best friends, because I can't go and tell them that I don't have any tutor, nor I can join them, and nor I know half of what they're preparing for. O levels is a very prestigious exam, we've been preparing for this exam for 12 damn years (it's 10th grade final exam?) and after that A levels comes (which is college) and then I get to give viva to get accepted in a university. My mom keeps telling me to tell my dad that I need to attend the extra classes, I go and tell my dad I need a tutor because it's so hard and I don't understand anything all alone, he won't even say no he'd say "I'm looking for one, but it's so hard because of covid nobody wants to come home" because of them it's fixed in his mind that I need someone who'd come home and tutor me when all of my friends are halfway done. It's in 5 months.

I avoid talking to them, I deleted all my socials because if I talk to them I have to lie and say I'm done and my preparation for exam is amazing when I haven't even started. I cry for my education because I don't have anything to look forward to other than my studies. I do what I can by myself but it's not enough for o levels. It's surprising that my dad is so nonchalant about it because my brothers are going to school daily, they're going to extra classes, meanwhile I have to wake up early to make breakfast for the younger one and fold his blankets, I have to get scolded if he doesn't keeps his clothes organised "you're not an attentive sister", "you're a girl, you should be observing of such things, they're boys they're gonna be careless, they're made like that" ..... from what era do my aunties think I'm from? I don't wanna be like them, because their dad might be a millionaire and they can live in this house with their husbands but my dad isn't one obviously I have to study hard for a future because I can't live with my husband in my grandfather's house.

This is the only thing I have to do. Wake up and cook, write poems, because I have to stay locked inside this house with these people. I've recently got a phone but before that I didn't have a one, I'd use my dad's and brothers and I'd get them for 1-2 hours a day. At least I have my own now. I can watch BTS and talk to my mom daily. My dad doesn't talk to my mom he literally hates her and pretends as if she's dead so I couldn't call her too, I could call her twice in 2-3 weeks because when I'd have the phone she'd be asleep. I'm glad i have my phone I was about to loose my sanity in loneliness.

The youngest aunt told my father to stop giving pocket money to me, because I might get too spoiled, and to keep me waiting for some days if I need money. Online shopping really excites me and because I'd stop wearing the things she'd choose for me and make me look less attractive than her she'd thrust all this in my dad's head.

Who's she to control my life through my father.

I'm so done, the only thing that's keeping me going are my brothers or I'd have ended myself long ago. I swear I tried to suicide, because living like this is too painful, but when I tried to I felt the fear, you need a lot of courage to do that, it's scary and I hope I don't ever have to think about suicide again.

I'm so grateful that I found tumblr and came across you. You sound like a comfort person, the people surrounding you must be so lucky to have you. Your words from earlier, I've screenshot them and saved them in my iClouds, I don't ever wanna loose them. Thank you so much for your kindness and for insisting to help with my studies

Sorry I made you cry. please no nothing you said was close to offending, it felt like my non existent elder sister hugged me sort of feeling?

My hands are shaking, i don't know if I wrote right.

♥️

[It's 8: 53PM]

you sent this to me exactly seven days ago. it's 20:21 and i don't think i can apologise enough about the delay. i had to take a break from tumblr and most social medias for my sanity and mostly to work.

bub, please don't cry <33 you don't have to thank me, at all.

you are no damsel in distress and you don't need anyone to save you. you can save yourself and i know you will. it might take time, it might take you through a series of tough times and it probably would not be even worth it – but when you set yourself free, you can do the things that you want in life.

can you look for a study partner, at least? maybe someone in your friends' group would be willing to study along with you through online mode. you can do it with me, like sharing checkpoints and i will try to help you as much as i can with the studies, also.

i, too, sincerely hope that you do not have to think about suicide ever again. i know nothing is consoling, comforting and no amount of happiness in life will ever be worth going through all of this – i know that but what you can do is think about how to make your life better. you know it already; education and you are trying your best. living through these conditions day by day must be exhausting and tiring but as long as you feel that need to get out of the place – you are going great. i cannot possibly ask you to endure it, all i can is offer you help in any way possible.

it feels like such a honour that you screenshotted and saved my words for later viewing. <3 thank you for thinking of me as worthy.

i would love to be that older sister <3 i am always there for you bub <3