#im so happy mj is back now

[slytherinshua]

i'm so excited for eunwoo's solo debut my baby <333

[chaoticbardlady99]

I Wondered if I Could Come Home? (Astarion x Pregnant F! Reader) MDNI 18+ Part 2

CW: Smut, insecurities, pregnancy sex, PIV

Tag-list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @starstruck-mj-writings @divineknightmare

Part 1 is on my Masterlist :)

This is unedited because I’m tired 😂💜

Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr

“These are all truly terrible options, Darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, “I feel like putting anyone in this should be considered abuse.”

You try and fail to suppress the laughter- covering your mouth with your hand when another woman shoots you a glare. You should regret dragging Astarion in here, but you don’t. He’s right- this place has absolutely nothing adorable and you hate shopping here. You are very happy he shares the same sentiment.

This was an unplanned stop in the grand scheme of the evening. Astarion had insisted on taking you on a date the moment you woke up this morning. When you went to protest and say, “I look like a beached whale, no”- you were thoroughly kicked by Eowyn.

You picked the name Eowyn together a little over a month after Astarion first arrived. It’s almost month 7 now and although Astarion missed out for a few months- your daughter and him are already peas in a pod.

You disagree with Astarion? Kick. If you pick a book that doesn’t interest him? Kick. You get hormonal, angry, and Astarion sounds even slightly sad? You bet you are gonna be running to the bathroom to throw up. She’s a spiteful fucking kid and you cannot catch a break. You are the one carrying her and yet!

You suppose you can’t blame her though. You don’t want to give him any reason to leave anymore than she does. You know Astarion won’t leave again, but that worry is also silently there.

“Darling,” Astarion whispers, “come look at this atrocity.”

Astarion scrunches up his nose and picks up one of the other baby outfits. He looks at you with a “really?” and shows you a piece of fabric fashioned into a onesie with “Selune Loves Me”. You don’t even bother to suppress your snort of laughter.

“I have a horrible feeling that Shadowheart will be buying that for Eowyn,” you sigh.

“Oh no- not if I can help it!” Astarion puts the onesie back (he even folds it), “our kid is going to be a raging atheist and I will have it no other way!”

“And if she decides to be a cleric or a paladin?”

Astarion grumbles a “well that’s different” under his breath. He opens the door for you and bows dramatically as you walk through it. Astarion’s smile is brighter than the sun when you giggle.

“I’m glad you are willing to support all possible life paths, Star,” you tease.

“I will eventually convince her to change her mind,” he muses, “we’ll begin putting swords and instruments in front of her and hope she turns out better than Volo.”

You huff at him and roll your eyes. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you continued the rest of your date.

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You are laying in your bed- remaining absolutely still. Astarion seems like he is still sleeping?

Whatever sick fuck keeps adding spice into your life, has gifted you an incredibley real sex dream with Astarion. Again.

You told yourself you were going to behave- certainly not because you want to. It’s out of respect for Astarion and his boundaries. You don’t know what he’s been up to or if he would even want to while you look like this.

Oh wonderful- tears.

The hardest part of this whole pregnancy nonsense is that you don’t feel good about yourself or how you look. You didn’t necessarily have the best self esteem to start with, but your body changing in front of you almost every day wasn’t helping. You know your hips have gotten slightly wider and your breasts have gotten bigger. You try to be active as much as possible so you feel some control and you eat as healthy as you possibly can without lacking nutrients, but none of it felt like enough. You feel disgusting.

Your silent tears fall down your cheeks as you suppress your pitiful sniffling. If you close your eyes, you’ll eventually fall asleep. That’s what you usually do and that’s what you did when Astarion was gone. Sleep heals everything.

Maybe your body has finally had enough of pushing all of the discomfort back. All those feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and not like yourself are ripping you apart at the seams as they rush to your eyes.

You begin to move away from Astarion- deciding it would be better for you to sit in your little rocking chair and read for a bit. There is no reason to make yourself upset over something you can’t change. Your pregnancy will be over soon enough anyhow.

“Darling?”

Astarion’s voice pierces the silence and his fingers are clinging to your shirt as if to keep you there.

You clear your throat, “yes my Star?”

“Where are you going?”

Astarion sounds incredibly worried. It’s been hard for him to see you when you are sick or when you are obviously picking yourself apart in the mirror. Astarion is constantly worrying about your vertigo and you walking around without him or Shadowheart to catch you.

You told him that his worry isn’t necessary and that you would let him know if you were feeling dizzy or like you were going to pass out. You don’t want to bring harm to yourself or your child.

“I know you know your body, Darling,” Astarion says with his shoulders slumped and a slight frown on his lips, “I have no right to tell you what you can or cannot do, but please, my Love. I just found you again. I can’t even fathom the idea of-“

Astarion had broken down sobbing, then you began to cry, and then Eowyn was kicking so you caved and promised to let him know if you were leaving the room.

You roll over to look at him and his eyebrows raise in alarm. You hastily run the tears away and smile.

“I was just going to sit on the rocking chair.”

Astarion just squints at you and you avoid his gaze- looking up out the window.

“The moon is very pret-“

“Tav, why were you crying?”

Dammit. It’s the “I’m serious” Astarion voice.

“Oh uh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “I just had an interesting dream and it led to interesting thoughts- then TADA pregnancy hormones.”

Astarion flashes you a teasing smile before ghosting his lips over yours.

“Oh I am very aware of these ‘interesting’ dreams of yours, Darling. I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me to re-enact a few.”

Your heart stops momentarily and you blink a couple times. There is no way you heard that correctly. You begin to tear up and Astarion’s brows furrow in concern.

“You don’t want that,” you say in a low voice, a stray tear rolls down your cheek, “I look disgusting.”

His lips are on yours in an instance- a whimper leaves your lips as you feel a warm stirring between your legs. It’s almost embarrassing how desperately your body wants him- craves him. Being kissed like this by him again is a blessing.

“I wish you would stop trying to guess what I want when it comes to you,” he sighs against your lips, “and I wish you could see how beautiful you are- all the time.”

“My body has just changed so much- to me anyway,” you whisper, “I worry that I’m not attractive to you anymore.”

Astarion grabs your hand with his and guides you down to the front of his underwear- opening your hand so that you palm against his erection. You blush furiously when he forces your eyes to meet his with his other hand. His pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you anymore?”

“No,” you whisper shyly.

“I want you desperately,” he places a chaste kiss on your lips, “As I always have.”

You feel embarrassed by the sigh of relief that leaves your mouth upon his confession. You want to be with him this way so badly it hurts. You hesitantly wrap your leg around his hip and you pull him in for a kiss.

Astarion’s lips are soft against yours. You keep a slow pace- unsure of how far he would be willing to go.

You find out pretty quickly when you feel his hands find your underwear- tearing away the fabric completely. You pout against his lips playfully.

“I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs, my Love.”

“But-“

The breath leaves your body when you feel his fingers begin to play with your clit. Astarion roughly presses the pads of his fingers against your clit- the additional friction making you keen in pleasure.

Astarion starts to pull away and your hands find purchase in his hair- pulling him back to you. Your desperation spurs him on and your lips are crashing against each other at a fast pace.

You feel him pull you back by your hair, making you look at him- you open your mouth to protest, but then you feel one of his fingers slide into you. Astarion pushes himself all the way into you with his finger until his palm is teasing your already sensitive clit. He must realize how ready you are for him because he enters a second finger and then a third shortly after.

The feeling of his fingers inside of you are intoxicating and the way he is looking at you is even more so. Your moans are on display for him to see- Astarion’s hand in your hair has yet to loosen as he finger fucks you relentlessly.

“So good, so perfect,” he says, “and I’m the only one who will ever have the pleasure of breeding you.”

Astarion’s words rip something inside of you open- you begin to clench around his fingers hard as your climax sinks into your body. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

It probably is- if you are being entirely honest to yourself. Astarion looks ethereal under the moonlight that floods the room. His curls are mussed up a bit from sleep, his lips turned upward and slightly parted as he watched you be overtaken with pleasure.

Astarion leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and moves your hair out of your face. He sits up and pulls you onto his lap and traces the veins in your neck down to your collarbones. His hands meet in the middle to unlace your shirt all while making eye contact the entire time.

“Gods,” Astarion whispers as he kisses down your chest, “you are exquisite, my Love.”

You must have forgotten what it was like to be under Astarion’s lustful hands and loving gaze. Your dreams were nowhere like this.

You whine at the skin contact and you feel yourself clench around nothing. The feeling of his cold fingers running along your skin- how they tease and pinch your sensitive nipples. Astarion’s word of praise alone are enough to get you off.

“So needy.”

Astarion takes one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth- sucking and grazing it with his fangs. His other hand begins to trail downward as grinds his erection up into your unclothed, soaking folds.

“Have you missed me, Darling?” Astarion coos, “has no one else been able to make you feel this way since I’ve been gone?”

You know exactly what he is asking.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “because my hands are nowhere as skilled as yours.”

Astarion’s laughter fills the air and your body with joy. His hand moves to release his erection from his underwear. You gasp at the sight and your hand immediately goes downwards- you feel him growl against your breast when you swipe your finger through some of his precum.

You look down and his eyes are on yours as you put your finger between your lips, licking it clean.

Astarion moves his attention from your breasts- pulling you by your hair down to his mouth so he can taste himself on you. The other hand lines him up with your entrance before pulling you down by your hips at the same time he thrusts upward.

You see stars as Astarion grazes that perfect spot inside of you. His hands had untangled from your hair a while ago, both of his hands guiding your hips down so that you continue to take his full length.

“Astar- I’m going to- fuck,” you cry out as his fingers find your clit again.

“You are going to what, my Dear? I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,” he says teasingly, his thrusts getting sloppier as you clench harder and harder.

“I- I,” your eyes roll in the back of your head as you pitch forward, putting your face in the crook of his neck. Your moans reverberate through the room- your voice is almost guttural from the intense amount of pleasure you are experiencing.

Astarion’s orgasm followed yours quickly- his moans coming out ragged and incoherent as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

You kiss his cheek, along his cheek bone, and then back until you are in the crook of his neck again.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever had the privilege to lay eyes on,” Astarion says fondly, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Star,” your blissfully fucked body relaxes against his.

You don’t remember when you began to fall asleep or when Astarion repositioned you so that you were spooning. The only thing you can recall is Astarion kissing your shoulder, neck, and behind your ear while whispering his gratitude and love for you into your skin.

[dearest-painter]

MY perfect family! PT.1

Summary:Being a father of two is hard but when your single? It’s even harder especially as Spider-Man. Finally when you and your kids get back to your earth after being in Earth-1610 you’re immediately added to a society? What happens when you help the anomaly while people are obsessed with you?

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader has 2 kids,Reader is a single dad and spider-man in his earth,The baby mama DEAD AS HELL, very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader was with the og spider crew during into the spider verse,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

You and Peter B arrived but you were surprised to see Miles here. “BUBBA!” You chuckled as Evangeline ran to Miles who crouched and picked her up. “Oh look at how much you’ve grown Eve! Did dada do your hair?” “Mhm! Daddy did me and sissy’s hair!” You walked into view as you held Ayano who was munching on her stuffed animals ear. “What can I do, Im quit talented!” Miguel was watching you..as always, it’s honestly quite creepy with how often he just stares at you. Ayano made grabby hands at Miles with a few ‘Ah! Ah!’ Noises. Miles put down Evangeline as he took Ayano. “Hola Aya” She giggled as she grabbed his face, Mayday now had her stuffed animal.

“Miguel doesn’t bite!” You chuckled and shook your head at what Peter B said then mumbled “Yes he does..fucker bites and growl, be very careful” Miles nodded his head as he trust you very much, Ayano was given back to you as Evangeline was sitting and holding onto your leg. Miguel loved the way you took care of your daughters..he loved the way you acted..yet he hated how fucking stubborn you were! You always found a way to piss him off yet make him fall more in love with you! It was annoying!

You weren’t really paying attention as you bounced Ayano a bit as you texted the usual babysitter. ‘Heya Casey, mind babysitting all of next week? I’m going to help my mom at the hospital and need someone to watch them for a bit’ it took a while but he responded. ‘Yes I can! Expect Friday and Sunday as I’ll need to leave early as we’re having a family reunion, is that okay?’ You responded. ‘Of course! I know someone who can take those day!’ ‘Okay thanks Y/N! See ya next week!’ He was a sweet man who was attractive but you were to busy for relationship.

Lyla was watching the entire text go down..luckily it wasn’t romantic to her and Miguel’s relief just you needing a babysitter. Lyla knew the way Miguel stared at you wasn’t fully innocent..she could see the obsession in his eyes but..she’s encouraging while making fun of him. She herself is just happy that someone is making Miguel less of a grump but still a grump, she chuckled as Ayano and Mayday climb him as this happens SO often! Sometimes when you aren’t paying attention he tries to get her to call him Dada and pretend it’s for you.

Peter B was staring at you lovingly as you and your kids payed half attention to Miguel, he’s always loved you since the day he’s looked at you. When you and your kids first met Evangeline was three years old and Ayano was about 5 months old he presumes(FUCK LOGIC!) but goodness you looked hot in and out of your suit. MJ or his MJ doesn’t mind and actually is willing to let him date you but only if your okay with it as she isn’t really mad as she’s also sorta obsessed with you. Miles leaned on you and you ruffled his hair making him smile, your his dad or other father figure and he loves it. Your one of his many father figures he’d kill someone for.

[lil-elle]

Locked Out

group: xikers

pair: stranger!minjae x fem!reader

genre: fluff, college au, boy next door (I guess??)

word count: 1.4k

content: no warnings, just like one or two curses ♡ (istg I can't write without them)

a/n: HAPPY MINJAE DAY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 (also yes there will be a part 2, it's already pretty much done im just sleepy and wanted to at least post this ON mjs bday)

part 2 is HERE

“You're kidding….” You mumbled as you searched frantically through your bag for your dorm key. You'd pulled almost everything out of your bag at that point and yet there was no key to be seen. Desperately, you yanked on the door handle, hoping by some miracle it wouldn't be locked, but you weren't surprised when the handle didn't budge. You sighed defeatedly as you leaned back against the sturdy door and slid down, mind flashing back to your roommates words: “I won't be back until tomorrow morning, okay?”.

Slowly packing the things you'd pulled from your bag back in it, your mind raced through possible alternatives to sitting sadly outside your dorm all night. “Stay with a friend?” You didn't have many close friends that you'd feel comfortable staying the night with. “Go to a hotel?” Probably the most comfortable solution, but…expensive. “Bust the door down?” You chuckled to yourself as you pictured your weak body barrelling into the door as if you yourself were a battering ram.

A sudden door clicking open perked your attention and you lifted your head to see the door of the room across the hall open, a pretty boy with caramel brown hair and thick framed black glasses peeking down at you.

“Um…you okay…?”

It was only the beginning of the semester and you weren't exactly the type to go around introducing yourself to your neighbours, so this boy was a complete stranger to you. You didn't recognise his face, voice, or know his name. Nothing.

“Uh…” He looked down the hall confusedly and that's when you realised you'd just been silently staring at him, your face going red from embarrassment as you quickly stood.

“S-Sorry! I- um…I'm just…locked out, is all.” You muttered embarrassedly, prepared for him to laugh at you for getting yourself into such a stupid and silly situation.

He stepped out of his apartment, looking at you with a concerned expression, far from the amused expression you were expecting.

“Oh um…Did you…have somewhere else you could go?”

You felt slightly flustered by the care he was showing, something you weren't used to, especially when it came to college boys. You couldn't deny that it made your heart skip.

“Oh I-I don't actually…I was probably going to go to a hotel…I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly as you looked at him, getting a good look at his face and realising how handsome this boy actually was. You saw him look up and down the hall again, unknown thoughts running through his head, before his eyes landed back on you. He swallowed and took a breath in before speaking.

“You could…stay with me if you wanted?”

Your mouth fell open slightly and you just stared at him. You couldn't deny that it probably wasn't a very good idea to accept such an offer from a stranger, especially a man, but you also couldn't deny how genuine he seemed. While you weighed up the pros and cons of his offer, he stood nervously waiting for a response.

“I-I'm sorry, that's probably weird, isn't it?” He stuttered anxiously. “You're not going to stay the night with a stranger…” He scratched the back of his head. “I didn't really think before I spoke…idiot..” That last part came out whispered towards himself and you couldn't help but feel an amused smile pull at your lips.

This boy was different. Not like any of those cocky, confident assholes you now call exes. Or those sleazy, playboy dirtbags you surrounded yourself with in high school. This boy seemed kind yet unsure, like all he really was trying to do was offer some help to someone in an unfortunate situation but he didn't know quite how.

A small giggle escaped your throat despite your desire to hold it down, and he looked at you with a slightly shocked and nervous expression.

“Sure…that's very nice of you…” You smiled at him and he suddenly perked up, a smile crossing his face as well and his cheeks filling with a little pinkness. He was like a kid asking you to buy him a toy and you'd just said yes. It was cute.

“Well, c-come in!” He smiled brightly, stepping aside so you could enter. You swiftly pulled out your phone and texted your roommate about the situation as you made your way into his living room, so she knew just in case he did end up being a creep or a psycho. Slipping your phone back into your pocket, you slid your bag from your back and looked over at the boy now making his way to the kitchen.

“Um so…can I just put my bag down here?”

He nodded with a soft hum of agreement and you placed your backpack on the coffee table.

“You hungry?” He called out and you spun around, seeing him grab out what looked like boxed leftovers from the fridge. It seemed like either him or his roommate was quite the cook.

“Oh! U-um it's okay, you don't have to-”

“All I have to do is heat some of it up, don't worry. You a fan of uhhh…” he spun one of the boxes around in his hands, clearly he isn't the one that made it then.

“...Curry? Wait no…no, yeah, I think it's curry…”

You giggled softly as you walked over to him, placing your hands on the island counter and leaning over slightly to see the food in his hands.

“I'm assuming you're not the one that made this?” You spoke through giggles, turning your eyes to look up into his. He left out a soft amused sigh.

“Yeah…Hunter- my roommate is a big chef. Meanwhile…” he removed the lid of the container and sniffed the contents, “I just eat whatever he makes for me.”

“Makes for you? Wow, lucky!”

He chuckled and placed the container in the microwave to heat up for 2 minutes.

“Well he said he feels bad that he's never around so he makes extra for me as like compensation? I guess?”

You leaned your chin on your hand as he spoke. His voice was soft and something about the way he talked kept your full attention.

“Never around?”

“Oh yeah, he's always doing stuff like going to the gym or dance practice, going to the beach, the park, hiking. Y'know, the outdoors-y type.”

“Bit strange to be outdoors at, what, 8pm at night?”

He chuckled awkwardly and scratched his neck.

“Oh…yeah he's probably just out with some girl tonight.”

“WOAH? A player too?” You said amusedly as he laughed and pulled the curry from the microwave, stirring it around before placing it in front of you with a fork.

“Kinda. Loves outdoors and good with the ladies? Complete opposite to me.”

You gingerly poked at the curry with the fork, stabbing into a piece of chicken and blowing on it lightly.

“You're not good with the ladies? Come on~ I'm here right now, aren't I?” You teased before popping the chicken in your mouth. You knew the flirty undertone that the words you spoke held, but you said it anyway. “Why is that?” You thought as you stared up at the boy's smiling flustered face.

“I-I brought you in out of the kindness of my heart, not because you're a girl.” He explained, a shy smile and a small blush on his face. “I would've done the exact same thing if you were a guy.”

You smirked, swallowing your bite and pointing the fork towards him.

“That's still gentlemanly. Plus…maybe you swing that way.”

“Pfft-”

He let out a short laugh as you continued eating with a satisfied smile on your face.

“This is really good~” You remarked, too distracted by the food to notice the way he was looking at you, expression soft and admiring.

“...I don't think I caught your name.” He spoke up after a few seconds and you looked up into his eyes.

“Y/n.”

He smiled and stuck his hand out.

“I'm Minjae.”

You grasped his hand and shook it, feeling a slight electric shock when your hands met. Or maybe that was just the feeling of your heart skipping as he held eye contact with you, his caramel hair falling delicately over his forehead and his glasses sitting low on his surprisingly pretty nose. Either way, you felt something, familiar yet different from anything you'd felt before. You were looking forward to getting to know this boy.

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@chocoeon @hyunukitty @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv @shortnstupid @dogyunslover

[imagine-silk]

Pre itsv platonic yandere PB in ur most recent post hits different... sorry for rambling, but im like obssesed with this idea.

• maybe his object of affection is a friend's kid, who he helped raise. He's the coolest person ever in their eyes! He'd be there whenever he could when they were younger, and he still tries now that they're college age.

• but he slowly becomes more jaded and depressed from the stress of being spiderman, and then him and mj divorce.

•he's depressed, he can barely get out of bed nost days ... and his object of affection, worried about their family friend, starts to visit him nearly daily. It's little things, like helping him clean, or taking him out to get coffee, or just... talking. And Peter clings onto that kindness. This kid (they're college age, but they'll always be a kid to him) saves him in a way.

• its only fair that peter looks out for them all the same-- When he patrols, he follows the kid from a distance and makes sure to lead villians away from their part of town. And for a while, it's enough to just keep them safe as Spiderman, and peter is happy for the first time in so long.

•...and then the kid says they're moving out of state for college, and peter can't bear it. He's started to see this kid as his own, and all he can feel is betrayed. How could this kid leave like everyone else in his life? He wouldn't let that happen. Whether it be hiding their letter of acceptance or straight-up just locking them away in his apartment, he'd be keeping them close by. He's delusional enough that guilt evades him-# his kid loves him, right? They'll adjust eventually.

This is a little ooc but like ^^^ platonic yanderes r my passion + im a sucker for depressed yanderes who become obsessed over people who made their lives light up for the first time in ages.

》 That may be so but your OOC is welcomed. Honestly I love prompts like this cause I can get a different angle from what I typically imagine so this was real nice. So yeah, ramble all you like.

In high school he was your dad's best friend. And he had you at the age of sixteen. Shortly after Peter got bit. To say they were stressed was the biggest understatement in the world. They got through high school intact and went off to college while you were with your mother who was and is a fucking legend.

It took a few years to find out he wasn't actually related to you but he laughed and told you no one would ever want to drink blood so water wasn't bad. He always had a quip, was super strong, and he always seemed to know what to do. Having that thought consistently throughout your life had a big impact. You wanted him to be proud of you, you wanted to be him, and your dad laughed while he encouraged you. You would chase him across the world and further.

Looking back on it you realized he had his moments though. Sometimes he would get iffy and leave for a while only to come back like he didn't leave. When you were thirteen you visited him during one of his iffs. He told you to go home. When you were fourteen you did again. He told you to leave again. When you were sixteen he straight closed the door on your face after you said your piece.

Normally his episodes didn't last long, two weeks, maybe three if it was bad. You went over when it lasted a month. When he opened the door you shoved yourself in and said hi. That only took five years. He didn't force you to leave, he didn't have the energy to, but he told you to million times.

You looked around and then at him. He'd never been the cleanest person but the mess he had was almost impressive. But you weren't going to turn around, this was your moment to finally prove yourself as an adult. So you started picking things up and throwing it away while talking about nothing.

Watching you cleaning his mess and talk was the most horrible thing to see. It proved to him he was in such chaos you felt you needed to pick up after him. This shouldn't be happening, he should have handled it better. That was a bad thought and he knew it; no one would brush off people dying because you were too slow, no one should. But you didn't know that so he let you clean a bit and leave.

Having you shove yourself in the next day with a bag under your arm was also horrible, it was cleaning supplies. You still didn't go away when he said. You went around cleaning, you asked if he remembered when he taught you how to clean to get yourself out of trouble, to use bleach and made sure you didn't accidentally make mustard gas. He wondered if he was in hell, that he was to live a pitiful life with no way to fight it.

The next time he didn't open the door. You threatened to break down it down and he said have at it, and to not cry when you hurt yourself. You didn't cry when you hurt yourself, you came back the next day with a lockpick instead. At that point he accepted the idea he wasn't in hell. Then you saw his dishes weren't piling new ones. He didn't know if he was going insane while you cooked and cleaned or if he actually died while he wasn't looking.

You pushed him into the bathroom to get him to shower, when he couldn't get up you stayed and made him laugh with varying success, washed his clothes. He hated every second of it, hated that he was so useless you felt like you needed to do any of this.

Every new thing you found you stitched. It hurt but it made him better. He let you cook new things in his kitchen and take him out to coffee, all under the guise that he was doing you a favor of course. Before he knew it he let you in without a fight, his house was spotless in a way it never had been and you were visiting daily with a smile, he was smiling.

So he tried to return the favor. He stocked up on thing you wanted and liked, things to mess around with in the kitchen, those weird imported snacks you always got, even domestic things for the rare occasions you stayed over. And Spiderman did the same. Made sure you were unbothered when you were out and about, at the time he didn't realize he was punching harder. If a villain was in town he took the party elsewhere. He got used to this life.

His brain malfunctioned when he heard you applied for colleges out of state. Why would you go to Harvard? That was in Boston. California is just as bad if not worse than New York you know. There's nothing for you in Connecticut so there was no reason to apply for New Haven. He's lost a lot, aunt May is gone, his wife left him, he sees the people he can't save up close, Gwen. Now you were so close to slipping away.

You knew he'd be taken aback so you tried to reassure him by saying you weren't leaving them, him, and you'd come back every chance you got. He wanted to take that answer and leave but so many people have said that to him it was hard to. You brought him to tears and broke them with a hug and a key phrase, "I love you." How was he supposed to just let you leave?

The more he thought about it the more his mind swelled with looming regret. But then he visited you when you were opening your letter. Denied. You were frustrated and groaned it was the second letter you got, both denied. Under the excuse he was visiting to keep updated and the help of Spiderman your letters seemed to stop coming all together. No one knew where they went. He saw it as a job well done. You would get too upset to keep applying. Then you applied by email and explained to the recruiters what was happening. He couldn't stop that. A pile of letters in his closet for nothing.

There was so many things he could but he knew they would only go half way or not work at all. He couldn't just tell you no for so many reasons and threatening the recruiters would work but it would also be out in the open. However there was a way to keep you in Queens for sure and he had the energy to do it. Did it feel morally wrong? Yes, but the ends justify the means.

The next few days while he was getting everything ready he reminisced about your life. He asked if you remember how you would always ask him if he liked you're hair when it was obvious you did it by yourself, with too much gel or unnecessary accessories. Did you know he tried to take care of you by himself while you were just a few months old and you got sick, but you didn't really do anything other than sleep and spit to medicine out as much medicine as possible. You might not have remembered the time you were twelve and got lost so you called him to get you because you forgot your parent's number. And you took the stories. It was proof that he always paid attention to you and that's what you wanted, his approval, his pride.

You couldn't remember what you were doing, how far you got in the college process or if you were getting there but you remember having a drink with Peter. Something was wrong and you asked him to help you because you couldn't keep yourself up. When you woke up you were in his bed. Not very weird, it was a one bedroom apartment, what was was the restraint on your ankle connected to the bedpost. You called out for him and tried to get out of bed only to fall hard on the ground. The light from the hallway offended you and he was next to in a second.

You realized a few things; you were in pajamas, you were very weak and you throat was dry, but the worst thing was Peter not helping you the way he should. And his answers to your questions didn't nothing but tell you this was real. Never in a million lifetimes would you say he would be capable of doing this, or rather going through with it. You asked to leave and he said no.

You wanted to be there. You did anything you could to get in. You always said you'd be there for him so do it now. You love him don't you? You've never lied to him so you meant it. You love him. You don't need to leave ever. If he had to force it to happen he will.

[underoos-shield]

without a word xxv

summary: peter’s girl is finally home from her trip and pays him a visit. he’s happy to see her, but also has an important question to ask her

warning: fluff/angst

A/N: hi lovlies. it’s been a year since posting the last chapter. but im back!!!

< 24

y/n kept her promise when she told peter she would be home soon. to help stay connected she sent him cute “vlogs” while she was away. he would ask for her to send pictures and of course she would send them. She was so beautiful. he would never get tired of looking at her.

peter passed the time by catching up on reading, hanging with ned and mj, cleaning his room for when she gets back… he was so excited to see her again, even though it had only been a few days. her plane would be landing soon and by tonight she would be in his arms again. he couldn’t wait. he missed the smell of her hair, her soft skin, warm eyes as she gazed lovingly at him…he missed all of her. 

peter still had ned’s questions in the back of his mind, but he buried them for now. he didn’t want their first conversation to be about the future. he just wanted to hold her, love her and make up for lost time. before the boy can become too lost in his own thoughts, there’s a light knock on his front door. his heart skips a beat and before he knows it he’s sprinting out of his room. peter has never opened the door so fast. his eyes widen in surprise as his lover is standing on the other side. it’s her. she’s come home early. there’s a shy smile on her face as peter stares at her in shock. she looks tan, happy, and beautiful. just like always. 

“hi, angel”. y/n barely finishes her greeting before peter wraps her in his arms. the boy quickly pulls her into the apartment and cuddles her into his chest. she yelps in surprise and can’t help but laugh at his eagerness. when she’s wrapped up in him he closes the front door and leans into her so much that she’s trapped between the material and him. he takes time hugging her, squeezing her, smelling her intoxicating scent that he loves so much. he sighs and melts into her, happy to finally be holding her again. “hi, sweetheart” she says softly. y/n massages her hands into his curls. it soothes him. she kisses his temple. 

peter becomes greedy and quickly untucks his head from her neck so he can kiss her lips. he sighs once again, holding her even closer to him. he can feel y/n smiling against him. she lightly holds his cheeks as they share a loving kiss. it doesn’t last long though. peter is frantic, kissing her nose, cheeks, eyelids, anywhere, everywhere. he wants as much of her as possible. she’s addicting. 

“baby, wait” she giggles. she softly pushes him back with her hands on his pecs. his pupils are blown out and his chest rises and falls quickly as he catches his breath. his cheeks heat up, realizing how desperate he looked. she strokes his cheek and smiles at him. “i missed you too” she teases. y/n knew peter had been counting down the days since they last saw each other. and to be honest, she was too. of course she had fun on her trip, but what she really wanted was to be in bed with her boy. it didn’t take much for her to be content. just as long as peter was there she was happy. 

“i got you something”. it’s then when peter notices a small plastic bag beside her. she must’ve put it down before he attacked her. y/n carries the bag in one hand while she holds peter’s in the other. she guides them to his room and sits on the bed, placing the bag between them. peter looks between her and the bag, wondering what could be in there. “now i know you didn’t ask for me to bring you back anything, but i just couldn’t help it” she admits excitedly. peter frowns at her. he didn’t want her spending her money on him. she pecks his lips to shush him. “just open it” she pleads. there’s a blush on her cheeks.peter reaches in the bag and hesitantly pulls out a wrapped present. it’s rectangular. its heavy. he gives y/n a puzzled look, wondering what it could be as he tears the brown wrapping paper off of it. peter’s jaw drops as he stares down at an old digital camera. it’s silver with a thick black stripe on the side. it’s beautiful. it’s his. 

“surprise” she whispers sweetly. peter had never been the type to take pictures of himself, but she knew he loved taking pictures of her. she hoped that with his new camera they would have more pictures together. “do you like it?”, she asks. it was a silly question. he didn’t just like it. he loved it. the present was from his girl. for him. peter felt like his heart could burst. he didn’t deserve her. 

“come, let’s test it out”. y/n carries the camera and makes her way over to peter’s dresser. there’s a large mirror in front of it, perfect for taking photos. peter follows her and she motions for him to stand in front of her. he does and crouches so she can rest her chin on his shoulder from behind him. 

“ready?”, she asks. peter nods. she brings the camera up to her eye, making sure they’re centered. “3…2…1” she counts down. before snapping the picture, y/n snakes her free arm around his waist, holding him close to her. peter has a soft smile on his lips as she presses down, capturing the sweet image. 

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peter is back on his bed, laying down as y/n lays on top of him. they’re cuddling, lazily kissing, enjoying each other’s warmth. he’s had a look in his eye since she came back. y/n is blushing under his gaze. 

“what?”, she asks shyly. peter is stroking her cheek with one hand while the other holds her close. there’s a small smile on his lips as he gazes at her. the girl questions him again. “why are you looking at me like that?”.

peter sighs quietly. “i wish i could freeze time”, he signs. her brows furrow at his statement, and she laughs lightly.

“i just got here, i’m not leaving you any time soon”. it’s true. she didn’t plan on going back home until the weekend was over. even though her trip was relaxing, her parents still had a rocky relationship. she didn’t want to be around when they exploded at each other. 

“i know. i just mean in general”. peter didn’t really want to go into depth about it right now. but when she furrows her brows and sits up peter knows he won’t be able to sweep this conversation under the rug. 

“is something wrong, angel?” she questions. peter sighs and sits up against the headboard, facing her. 

“what about the future?”. they had never spoken about their future together. they were enjoying taking things day-by-day. 

y/n shrugs. “what about it?”. of course she had thought about their future together, but she wasn’t sure what peter was implying. was he doubting it? he sighs. peter tries to shake his head and brush it off, but she won’t let him. “hey, tell me what’s on your mind”, she pleads softly. 

there’s a worried look behind his eyes. he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. she had just come back a few hours ago, he didn’t want to start an argument. “baby” she encourages him. 

“what happens after we graduate? what if we go to different schools?” peter signs, unsure if he wants to hear her answers. the worst-case scenario: they would break up because the distance would be too hard to deal with. he had tried to prepare himself for this, but he just couldn’t. 

“what? where is this coming from?” she asks softly. the future scared her too, but she was positive that peter would be in it. she didn’t see a future where peter wouldn’t be standing beside her.

“i just don’t want you to forget about me”. peter looks away. he cringes at how insecure he’s being. y/n thinks the statement is absurd. forget him? her peter? her first love? how could she?

“look at me” y/n whispers. she leans her head down when peter countinues to look away in shame. “peach” she calls to him. peter’s eyes meet hers and she offers him a comforting smile. 

“we’ll apply to the same schools. we’re both smart, i’m sure we’ll be accepted to all the same ones. and if not…” she hesitates for a moment. she doesn’t even want to think about that possibility. “...then we’ll take it from there. but don’t worry about that now, okay?”. peter nods. she’s right. they were only juniors. they still had a year of high school left. who knows what would happen in that time? peter chooses to believe her. 

she rests her forehead against his. “I’m not going anywhere” she promises. peter nudges his forehead against hers, enjoying the feeling of doubt being washed away. “when did you start thinking about this?”. he had never had these anxieties before.

“the other night. ned was asking all these questions and i just got scared”. 

y/n coos at him. “you must really love me, huh?” she teases. peter blushes. of course he does. he has been for a long time now. he was just waiting for the perfect time to say it back to her.

“nothing to be scared about, precious” she tells him. peter doesn’t know how she does it. she manages to make him feel better every time his anxiety gets the best of him.  

“any more doubts you have in that pretty head of yours?”. peter shakes his head. “good”. she leans into him and kisses his burning cheek. peter doesn’t know what he did to get a girlfriend like her. it must’ve been karma giving him a break from his traumatic childhood. he’s not too sure, but he does know one thing. he’s in love with her.

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Maydays a new addition!

Content -- Yeah, it's just Miguel crying over Mayday cause she's so cute and it reminds him of his daughter, Gender Neutral Reader!

A/n -- I am trying to fix my writing! So yeah, hello and I hope you had a great day and happy readings :)!!

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"So you were a soccer mom?" I joked, turning to Miguel as I had an amused smile on my lips laced with amusement, my eyes narrowed.

Miguel rolled his eyes back as he groaned, his shoulders dipping as he continued to look unimpressed and annoyed at my questions.

After finding out that Miguel pursued soccer not long ago as I dug around some files, I couldn't help but have a bit of fun, poking and prodding him with questions about it even though getting no response, the reactions were just as fun.

Then, silence surfaces, engulfing the room, the sounds of the keyboard clicking and the sounds the tabs made as they were dragged around the screen only adding to the deafening silence.

Suddenly, A thought in my mind made me look up from the keyboard and stare at the ceiling in contemplation.

"Where's Peter..." I mutter that makes Miguel's ears perk up. "On paternity leave, MJ just gave birth and wanted to spend the next week with his daughter." He said while still staring at the keyboard, focused.

My lips formed an 'O' shape as I nodded, leaning against the keyboard as my mind wanders.

"But it's been a week where is he--" Suddenly, like he'd heard me. My spidey senses were triggered as I heard the door slide into the walls and hiss into place.

I walk over to the edge of the platform and see Peter, rugged, with a pink coat draped over him with a... baby in his hands?

"Woahoh! Look at this Peter B with a baby in his hands!" I comment, jumping down and landing in front of Peter with a smile.

Peter chuckled as I started cooing and reaching out for the little baby. "Her names Mayday, she's the new addition!" He said as I gently took her out of Peters's arms, cooing.

I watched as her little hands take my finger in my palm, and I squeal but now loud enough to damage her little ears.

Miguel looked down from the platform and jumped off, landing beside me and Mayday with a slight tremble to the ground, looking down at the red head who cooed at the sight of his scarlet eyes, reaching out for him.

"Your eye color matches her hair." Peter commented softly as Mayday babbled in agreement and the grin on my face grew.

I reached over and handed Mayday to Miguel, who reluctantly took her with wide eyes, a little surprised but was reassured when I gave him a nod with a soft smile, urging him.

Now, Mayday was softly wrapped up in his arms, her babbles slowly residing as she fell asleep in his arms.

Me and Peter shared warm looks as we heard an expected sound..

A sharp sniffle. Our eyes snap at Miguel's direction and we see him softly cry, his head turned to another direction to make sure his tears don't fall on Mayday with his mouth covered as he sniffled.

The both of us panic and Peter moves over to take Mayday out of his arms and I take over to hug him as he places his head on my shoulder, feeling my suit dampen with cold tears.

I slither my hand onto his back and I pat it softly as he cries.

"I-Im sorry, I-It just reminded me of her, I tried to hold back the tears.." He said hoarsely, his shoulder trembling.

I nod my head as I continue, my lips pursed back. "It's okay bud... let it all out.." Peter joined in, also patting his back as well.

Miguel continues to sob and me and Peter shared looks, both of us shocked but trying not to show it.

In the end, we three sat in the edge of the platform trying to comfort Miguel as we talk about his pains.

Only ending after 1 hour.

BONUS!!

We three sat on Peter's couch, huddled up under blankets as we watched videos of cats with Mayday on Miguel's lap.

"Cute." I comment.

"Shut it." Miguel responded and me and Peter chuckled.

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A/n -- Sorry if the was super ooc! I just watched astv AND HOLY IT WAS DAMN GOOD!! I sit here and rant about it but I'll let you go, hope you had happy readings! Good day ^^ 💗

[urmomw4ntsme]

why is andrew the best peter but tom the most interesting peter 🤔

im slwepy as fuck rn but i was waiting to answere. this till i was free from the disgusting inhumane clutches of egg and jams ok so see we i may be biased byt look at tjis guy.

yea this is rea footage of me being a simp i dont care he's cutie patootoe baby waby shona janu also like decades older tham me 😀 but anyway now that thats out of the way. we ALL love peter 3. thats a colective thing eveyome agrees on if u don't um ya boring bye

but he issss the best lke?? the way he plays peter the way he literally becomes him im not saying tobey or tom r bad im js saying andrew isbbetter. like . i havent watched tobeys movies so i cant sau that abotu him actually but i hve watched homecoming ffh and nwh amd i promise that andrews peteer is the best the funniest the prettiest peter because in toms peter we get to see a lot df action right?nd we get ro see him interacting with other superheroes and hes got ppl who r superpowered like him who have his back but peter 3 has no one hes alone !!!! he js has his aunt and his gf (she died) <3 but still we see hes so funny like that knife scene? wjen hes like omg noooo knives my only weaknes s :( and stuff he IS SO FUNNY !!!! NO KNE TALKS ABOUT IT. HIS HUMOR IS THE KINDA PATHETIC THAT WILLL MAKE U LAUGH SM CUS ITS PATHETIC and . peter 1 has 3 movies lots of screentime and as i said lots of interaction with other superheroes lots of plot lots of stuff happening to him lots of trauma lots of character development. but still for me at leastz petee 3 js. overshadows him? cus hes got js 2 fucking movies but hes so perfectly funny and traumatised and happy and sad and angry in that limited amount of thing without it feeling extra or obnoxious and like how do u not see jes the best????? like theres a guy who has an assignment of 20 pages and 7 days to do it and thwres another guy with the same assignment with only 2 days to do it but the seconf guys assignment turns out to be better and ppl r shocked when i cal him the best?? im not saying tom isn't thafs why i said hes the most interestign cus as i said He has sm sm sm sm sm character development i love it so mucj like we get to see him with this girl whos lowk weird and he has. crush on another girl but girls fsther tries to kill him send s him to jail and then he starts falling for first girl and he alao haa bsf who is guy . chair and hes in love witb the girl bit its awkward cus suddenly they apparently died for 5 yrs and came back to life then his real dad died and he goes to trip to be happy but thees jealousy jeaosy and random guy with fishbowl helmet and super storong element villains and nick furu is not rea ans hes scared and his love finds out hes spidey and they save the world tgt aND THEY KISS !!!!!!!! also he becomes thor/captain in middle but then later fickingg bald ass jj tells everyone who he is and now hes gotta do smth about it and eveyone almost dies and then there's ppl form diff unieerse and theres Him from diff univers????? and aunty may dies :( and hes sad and angry bit his bros got his back and MJ ALMOST DIES WHAT THEFUCK WAS THAT MARVEL WHY WUD U DO THAT TO MG POOR BABY PETEE 3 and amyway hes murderous but doesnt kill and them self sacrifice and love ob hisblife and bsf forget who he is !!! do u see how much is happening this is all so interesting its sooooo aweome i love him thats why i said whag i said i must stop now thsnk u meow bueyeey

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

this is so cute, thank you northern!! i haven't written fic in so long, fingers crossed i'll find my fic inspiration again soon 💛

five of my favorite fics, in no particular order:

this thing of darkness (i acknowledge mine); it's flash-centric with mj/flash, venom!flash, acadec shenanigans, and not-so-secret identities. this fic is 110% self-indulgent and im so happy i wrote it! (bonus fun fact: my partner read this fic before we were dating, and let it be known that he is not really a fanfic reader but he liked me and wanted to engage with my interests. AND YET. even after he read the fic and complimented me on it, i still had no idea he had a crush on me 💀 I MAY BE STUPID—)

children will listen; technically a series of two stories, these fics explore waterbending allegorically to language through the perspectives of kanna and katara. these were emotional stories for me to write that struck many people deeply, creating one of the times i've felt most connected to the atla fandom

why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?; another series (i keep cheating with this list lmao!!), it contains three fics; these are my flash-centric stories that explore his character, his family, his relationship with the acadec gang, and eventually some self-indulgent peterflash. the series includes There's a Fine, Fine Line, my most popular fic that i think played a role in popularizing the parallels between flash and tony as characters in the mcu fandom and in general made a lot of people very excited to see flash treated with care and understanding. giving a smooch to everyone who has read that fic 💛

broken pieces still belong; a love letter to katara's character, she deserves the world and this fic will always hold a special place in my heart for giving me a chance to explore her grief, her rage, her kindness, her trauma, and her ability to forgive

all i know is gone (but i am not alone); a love letter to aang's character; while i look back and cringe at some of the prose and would probably revise a few lines with toph now that i have a stronger, more educated understanding of disability studies, i nonetheless remain touched by this fic bc a) it was my first atla fic and b) so many people were ecstatic to see an aang-centric story related to his grief for his people. he is the best boy!!

[betzabobababi]

"24"

Hello Hello! There aren't any pairings for this story I think? (for y/n) Enjoy!!! ANY feedback is appreciated. Please reblog if you like the story, it helps other people experience peoples writing/stories

Pairings: Peter x Mj Ned x Betty x (baby) Emerson Y/n x Lonelynes

Warnings: Swearing - Lonleyness - Weddings - mentions of being drunk (from song lyric)

Summary: Y/n is struggling to move on to the next chapter of their life.

Inspired by: 24-Sundial

"Im 24 now still at my parents house"

You had turned 24 a few days ago, and you still lived with your parents. You constantly tried to move forward and onward but it was difficult. Especially knowing that you did but didn't want to leave Queens.

"Thought I would have figured it out"

You needed a change of scenery but you didn't want to be in a place completely new. So you thought why not move in with my sister. And that worked well until she broke up with her high school sweet-heart and moved to LA. By then you had started to save money so you could move out and move to the outer part of town.

"Friends getting married"

Peter your best friend since both of you were babies and the love of your life had recently gotten engaged to his high school sweet-heart. Michelle Jones, or as most people knew her Mj. She was one of the most bad ass women you had ever met. Coming in second place after meeting Pepper. You were happy for them you really were, but it hurt you on so many levels to see the one and only person you loved getting married, to someone that isn't you.

"One has a baby"

Ned and Betty had gotten married 2 years after high school and they had just brought the little bundle of Joy, Emerson into the world. Emerson looked like if Ned and Betty were conjoined together. Emerson was the carbon copy of both of them. Having both, their looks, brains, and attitude, Emerson was a tiny little baby Einstein in a stroller.

"I barely recognize this town"

Everything changed after high school. You would run into people that you talked to frequently during school, and now you wouldn't recognize them. They would frequently tell you the same thing "Oh you haven't changed at all!" You of course knew that. You knew that you hadn't changed since senior year. You also knew you Needed to change.

"Mama asked me what my plan is for the future"

Alas you ended up moving back in with your parents. You had gone to college but you were never able to actually get hired in the expertise you studied. Your mom would constantly ask you what you would do with your life. Your response was always the same. "I don't know mum, I believe in fate"

"Im 24 now thought I could finally settle down"

You stared at the dimly lit phone screen. It was a website to sign up for speed blind dating. You thought that if you couldn't get Peter then you'd do your best to move on. So here you were in an uncomfortable chair listening to the 10th guy of the night rambling on about how successful they are and how you're stunning and that the both of you would make perfect heirs for their companies.

"Parties end before im drunk"

"Friday night im tired as fuck"

"I dont know how I ended up like this"

"Can someone tell me what the hell I missed?"

You were sick and tired of living like this. You needed a way out. Everyone else was moving on succefuly why couldn't you do the same? Every night you would be laying in your childhood bedroom staring at the ceiling contemplating the meaning of life. Contemplating where you went wrong. Contemplating how you could turn your shitty life around.

"Got no friends, just lots of stress"

The day of Peter's and Mj's wedding finally arrived. You were Mj's Maid of Honor and you also walked Peter down the aisle. May had gotten into a car accident and badly broken her leg so you did her the favor of walking Peter down. Of course it hurt like hell to watch the love of your life and one of your best friends exchanging vows with the most perfect girl in the world.

"It feels like yesterday when we were kids"

You got the 'honor' of saying a speech for both Peter and Mj. You reluctantly walked up the stage and started saying your speech. For Mj it was just saying how lucky she was to find the most caring man you had ever met and having the privilege to marry him. For Peter though, it was a different story. Being his bestfriend meant you had full consent to say embarrassing stories about the both of you. Towards the end of your speech you broke down crying. You brushed it off saying they were happy tears but in reality they were tears of acceptance. You cried because you accepted the fact that you'd be alone forever. You accepted 'giving' your best friend 'away'. You accepted the fact that Peter was never meant to be yours.

"Can someone tell me what the hell I missed? 'Cause I don't know

"Sleep till the sun's down, another breakdown

Feels like the days are all the same

New type of anxious, school never taught this

And what the fuck are taxes anyway?"

You would stay In bed all day and cry the whole time after the wedding. Everysingle day was the same. Eat-Work-Cry-Sleep over and over and over again. Bills were piling up. It's not that you didn't have the money, its more of like you not having the motivation to do anything.

"I tell myself I won't be cynical and bitter

And now I see it when I'm looking in the mirror"

You needed to leave the shell. You needed to get your ass up and work your ass off. You Needed Change

"I'm 24 now, wondering when I will be okay"

[deutoplasmic]

DW THATS ALL THEY DO however they will be grilled for all the details by mame the next time theres a vampire gathering (mj got grounded after you found out it was his idea. but mame can do no wrong so!!) like mame is just “😁😁😁 SO HOW DID IT GOOOOO 😁😁😁😁😁” and you and takeru absolutely REFUSE TO MAKE EYE CONTACT OR SAY A WORD but takeru is all smug and matching mame’s shit eating grin and hes more playfully touchy with you now,,, ruffling your hair and leaning in more whenever you bicker GOD SMACK HIM FOR ME AGAIN Y/N

PLSSS that dreepy will be so loved,,, youre hugging it like a baby because it had a nightmare and fengfan’s to the side trying to be concerned but his face is like 😳 because hes totally NOT imagining you two raising dragon type pokemon for the rest of your lives together ahahaha no wdym,,, AND YES I USED AN APPLETUN ON MY TEAM ITS SO SILLY I LOVE IT i think i named mine fluffy or smth

LMAOKDJDJD RUKI ACTING LIKE A CAT WHEN HE HAS A CRUSH IS SO. 🫠🫠 like a new person in town is being a lil bit flirty with you and they can just. feel. someone staring at the back of their head. turn around? oop no ones there. turn back around? oh whos this guy over your shoulder y/n he seems angy 😭😭 like your and his rapidash will be all lovey dovey by the end of the week and ruki will STILL be unable to talk to you properly youve gotta hunt his ass down again

YEA NO masaya tries to be assertive but. when pokemon look at him with their lil 🥺 eyes (or 😀 in wooper’s case ig) HE CANT HELP IT!!! spoils every little pokemon he sees and cant turn them down especially not gible in its little carrier

omg a noibat 😭 their rehearsals are about to get NOISE COMPLAINTS but he somehow gets it to fit perfectly when they all busk together. walks into the poffin shop with a BAT DANGLING OFF HIS ARM and youre just like. oh my god he found another one

PLSSSS im sure y/n goes all out on advertising now to get more shipments BECAUSE IT MEANS CUTE DELIVERY GUY GETS TO COME OVER,,, with his toothy smile,,, and sometimes if theres a lot of deliveries youll even see him remove his hat to cool off,,, but he always puts it back on in time to say goodbye with his lil hat tip,,, as soon as the door closes y/n collapses into the couch and screams into the pillow yea me too y/n. me too

SHO AND KOSHIN TOGETHER MY HEART IS MELTING,,, like a trainer drops their pokemon off at the daycare and koshin’s like “BYEBYE!!! TAKE CARE ^^” idk how that trainer doesnt sob on the spot

LMAO THE COMPANIONS IN QUESTION BEING LIKE. TAICHI AND SYOYA. IMAGINE THE CHAOS

PLSSS kumi with a lil crush on you but he still has to be upset you hijacked his ship. the internal fight is just. OK!!! YOURE REALLY PRETTY!!!! BUT I HAVE TO BE UPSET!!!!!! but you have really nice eyes BUT YOU GOT HIM INTO A MESS but its been fun and youre really cute WAIT NO-

on a side not i finished the fengfan bagon art last night 🫡 not that happy with it but will probably upload it later anyway HDNDHDH

LOOOOOL takeru's staring down jin who is desperately pointing to mame and is like HE DID IT WITH ME!!!! and you're like how could you accuse him of such WRONG but you do know you're just very fond of him. true favouritism. and he's like gloating at jin the silly silly boy like imagine being grounded couldn't be me 🤣 BUT YEAH omg takeru is probably sooooo smug. a cat who's got the cream or whatever the saying is. sometimes he gets a little TOO close and you have to push him away slightly but that is not dampening his mood!!!!!!!! you just acknowledged him!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg ....... fengfan's trying to stay CALM but that's not really working when you're in front of him stiffly rocking the dreepy to sleep... when it evolves you give it a little mimikyu to look after and they become best buddies..... friendship............ fengfan mildly loses it when he sees you playing with them.............. also fluffy the appletun that is so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOOOOOL you convince him into going to the market together and he looks away for like a minute only to find you talking it up with this one person..... and god he is very angry without the r. he even musters up the courage to ask if you can hold hands (!!!!!!!!) and gives them a disdainful look like 🤣🤣🤣 ADN YEHA by the end of the week the rapidash are very much in love but uh. where's ruki. you find him in his front yard playing with his alolan meowth and he almost forgets for a second that you know about his penchant for alolan pokemon so he panics LMAO

YOURE SO RIGHT... he prolly has a stall at the market where he sells honey and a bunch of leeks after shion and farfetch'd taught him how to perfect the art of leek growth LOL and he cant help but keep giving all the pokemon tasters........ its actually a very effective marketing tactic as the honey he has is so so so good but masaya doesn't care (notice).... hes just here to feed all the cute pokemon some honey.................

ok for SURE LOOOOOOL omg ayuta, who prolly has like a breloom, keeps showing up to listen to them perform.... and one time junkis like hello future disciple and ayuta is like HUH howd you know i want to learn how to sing!!!!!!! and hes like just come to my house tmrw for your first lesson ok and SURE its suspicious as hell but ayutas like COOL and luckily junki isnt here to murder him!!!!!!!!! ok but fr youre like minding yoru own business and junki's like can i also have a petaya berry poffin pleaseeeee and youre like is this for uh. uh. your new bat and hes like YES EXACTLY shes so nice and sweet and such a good singer .......

god yn so real for this one. i dont even know how anyone can be composed aroudn kyo liek waht the helllllllllll what the helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.... he prolly never says anythng about like any holidays out of modesty but hes gone for a week and comes back with a bunch of masaladas in different flavours for you to try which somehow have not gone off???

ok. its so over. the double attack of sho and koshin together OHHHHHH theyre so CUTE im losing it...... when koshin's internship ends they hug it out. btw sho has the best hugs im just saying. and then sho sends him on his way with a bunch of berries, apricorns, and a invitation to come back any time...... uhghghghhhhhhhh

LMFAOOOOOO syoya with his politoed ken with his dragonite and taichi with like. a hitmontop or smth. they're going to battle gym leaders me:i but keep having to do random ass side quests set for them by big man professor ceo..... getting impatient. speaking of me:i ran ABSOLUTELY has a scizor like!!!!!!!!! its her and her girl bestie running a cute quaint gym!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAH omg he eats up every tiny bit of attention you give him but he cant be doing this!!!!!!!!!! youve put him with a 300 thousand credit target on his back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but yeah no he never said he made intelligent life choices either so uh......

NO WAYYYYYYYYY i cant wait to see it omg. also its ok if you dont like it too much..... the true joy comes from knowing you FINISHED IT AND BEAT THE DEMONS (procrastination)

[slow-cheese]

september 21st 2023

its been a while since i been on here. tumblr that is. i felt like sharing a post. i only have two followers and thats enough for me because both of them are inactive. at least to my knowledge. im listening to ghost of your guitar solo by mj lenderman. such a beautiful track that i always come back to it just to be in a state of mind where the music takes control and i am nothing but the receiver. take me where you wanna go, ill follow.

whats so great about this song is that its a needle in the haystack, a real gem. i see the artist as of today has gained more listeners and im happy for them. a part of me is sad that this song might be one day over played by the internet so all i can do is just enjoy it to the fullest untill that day arrives. im honestly kind of a gate keeper. i like to share my gems with people special in my life.

i shared the song today because no one is reading this post and i am just writing my thoughts as they come down. primal is a really good show that i have been watching recently.

i dont know if ill ever post again. i downloaded tumblr on a whim, i went onto the app store to look for a game to play on my phone. something compelled me to, couldnt tell you what it was. as i was on the app store i saw tumblr coincidentally and just decided why not withought a second thought. im not on any social media so me going through my page (which was not much) and going through my two followers pages really got me thinking. specifically on one person

how are you ?

are you happy ?

its been a while and for some reason i really miss you

maybe its just the nostalgia kicking in on me, but i miss the days we walked home together and the days where all we did was nothing and talked. i miss your humor, you really knew how to make me laugh like no other. my sunshine, thats what you were to me. i see you in other people and i catch myself looking for you in them only to be later on disappointed that they are not you.

i feel like i am journaling right now and it feels nice. i know this isnt really private since its online but it feels nice enough to write all this out and have it be in a place where one day i know i can come back and read it... if you see this jessica i hope it wasnt weird to read and i want you to know i saw your wedding pictures. you looked beautiful in your wedding dress. it was like you were made to be in it. i hope you have a full life. dont be scared to make that step and dont let anyone bring you down.

you are pretty strong and really smart

[chanelssugarhigh]

im backkkk

PEOPLE IM BACKKKKKK!!!!

I FOUND MY MACBOOK CHARGER!!

Update:

I graduated as a senior from the B.A.!!!! I got an 82 and 85 on the test, and I am accepted into Joffrey :^)))

I now gotta look fa jobsss cos im pour

I'm getting $300 every 4 weeks from Joffrey to pay for them expensive ass shoes. (Thanks so much! Well appreciated!! I work my butt off to pay for those shoes before yall)

I'm going to georgia in 2 weeks, i think like 07/11, (haha beyonce), and my brother is gonna drive me down to florida about three or four days after!!! #excitedddd , im probably gonna meet my aunts and her exhubby there too!!!!

(i also wanna note for the future that a little bug is gonna be watching out for me while im in orlando lmao, you probably will not know who im referring to future me, but present me writing this knows fully well lol)

once again, mj is coming up to ny when im leaving for atl/fl. thanks a lot you niggy. but wtv, more importantly, paris' birthday is on friday (06/30), #partayyy im exciteddd!1

she is having it up in rye, but she is taking a train and if you know me i hate trains/publicbuses lmao. but i can't drive up there and drive back w/o being tired...uber is like $40 fricking dollars. ONE WAY!!???

"i put my feelings on layway" -sza (far)

I'm living a happy life!

can i get a happy go blog????

[in-decisivo]

it has been 6 months of screaming into the void, really really scared of being alone and just way unsure of the future holds

i was then begging asking bargaining with all the cards i have left, i thought to myself “by June this year i hope its going to be alright i hope everything is” but here i am, on June wondering if this pain would last longer

am i happy now? no but its easier to breathe again

did it get easier? yes somehow, youre gone now so im free

any chance of debris brought by your memory brings storms to my eyes

of how sad, how devastating, frustrating, hopeless everything went

after all these years of wishing, hoping, pining thinking i found my person

but this isnt about you now mj

this is about me, of finding myself thru this chaos, bringing back my own spark to the surface, and only focusing on whats important from this upheaval

i really loved you, so much and then too much and you knew that- i thought to myself back then youre the best of them all

but i was wrong wasnt it?

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

I posted 530 times in 2022

That's 521 more posts than 2021!

148 posts created (28%)

382 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mel-street

@fanboygarcia

@miss-celestial-being

@inklore

@stardustmorozov

I tagged 444 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#mj writes nonsense - 54 posts

#mj rambles about andor - 37 posts

#when there was me and queue - 36 posts

#mj 500 followers celebration - 35 posts

#mj 500 followers evermore celebration - 34 posts

#evermore celebration - 29 posts

#mj rambles about eddie munson - 29 posts

#mj rambles about stranger things - 27 posts

#top gun maverick - 26 posts

#eddie munson - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#im 'accidentally' rewatching tons of his films and i fewl like the little kid wathing divergent for the first time and uggggh

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

happiness - S.H

evermore masterlist | no body no crime | dorothea

Warnings: pregnancy, marriage, allusions to sex, kissing, children, babies, reader has hair, mentions of blood, ptsd, nightmares,

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: an overview of the brilliant life that you shared with Steve harrinfton

A/N: yes, I know the song is about breaking up with someone but I interpreted it as what happens at the end of the fic.

Wordcount: 1.8k

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412 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#4

TOTAL ECLIPSE - A.M

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, character death, blood, angst

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!reader

Summary: You were his everything and when he angered the soldiers in the nearby town, they decided to take their revenge out on you, not knowing of the disastrous consequences.

Wordcount: 3.7k

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468 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#3

SHUT UP AND KISS ME - A.G!P.P

Warnings: angst, mentions of character death, heated makeout scene, poor writing

Pairing: Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: After years of being Peter Parkers best friend, his uncle died. That changed him, making him paranoid and dangerous so you confronted him, not ready to actually know what was going on.

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: This is a repost from my old account but I tried to fix the writing a bit.

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663 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#2

PLAYING WITH THE BOYS - B.B

Warnings: mentions of accidents, lots of mentions of character death, too many mentions of sex, survivors guilt, more warnings to come

Summary: Robin and Brad were together once but now they're back seven years later. Now she is working as the head communications officer in the mission that could save the world.

Wordcount: currently 32.6k words

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970 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

CHIEF'S DAUGHTER - E.M

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of oral, main character death, mentions of trauma, adoption, mention of drugs, being caught during sex, secret relationships, adoption

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Hopper!reader

Summary: you loved your dad but you loved your boyfriend Eddie munson too. So what happens when your dad's out and el and Mike catch you in a compromising position with your boyfriend.

Wordcount: 3k

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1,864 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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[pbnjparker]

OMG OMG could you possibly do an imagine based on the other woman by lana del rey?? either with peter or tom, the song has been stuck in my head for DAYS now

the other woman | p. parker

an: the biggest heartbreak ive ever written & im sorry in advance (also reader is in her wanda era) :'( alsooo a huge sorry for not posting all week :/ busy with school and studying for finals :(

pairing: mcu!peter parker x fem!reader

"the other woman, will always cry herself to sleep..."

"You're eyes are puffier than usual Y/N/N," Betty stated smiling softly, "Is everything alright?" You nodded, "I'm alright." You smiled, "Nothing to be worried about."

Truth is; you were far from being alright. You wanted nothing more than to be in your bed, crying but you had to endure the pain of knowing he would never be yours. Watching them fall in love more as every day passed by. All you could do is smile and pretend to be happy for them. While you spent your nights crying yourself to sleep over the heartbreak of never being able to be called his. 

"the other women, will never have his love to keep..."

It wasn't fair for you to go through all this pain over a teenage boy. You were there for him when she wasn't but he would never see it that way. You just wanted to love him for all he was. Kiss the scars that were on his skin. You wanted him to feel the same towards you but he chose to give his love to MJ. Because no matter the universe he was always bound to end with MJ. It was always her and will always be her.

"the other women, will spend her life alone..."

"Have any of you heard from Y/N?" Peter asked, "I've tried calling and texting her but I haven't heard back yet." Various no’s were said throughout the lunch table which sent Peter into a panic. 

It was uncommon for you to go so long without letting anyone know, Peter just wanted to know you were okay. He looked around the cafeteria in hopes that he would maybe spot the top of your head but it was useless. It was useless because you were at home sitting atop of your fire escape. 

Taking in the view of what was before you; the New York City skyline. This is. was utter loneliness felt like. You were going to spend the rest of your days without the boy you loved and you were going to spend your days alone and you were okay with that. Because to Peter, you’d alway be the other woman.