#just wanted to rant a lil since i had to drag myself out of bed to get properly ready to sleep anyway unu

[quietlyblooms]

i’m gonna fight my own body

[helliontherapscallion]

Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park. 

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step. 

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong. 

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest. 

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands. 

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night. 

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno. 

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on? 

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his. 

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’. 

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ‘Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter. 

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!” 

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood. 

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern. 

“‘M fine.” 

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes. 

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief. 

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained. 

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.” 

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle. 

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone. 

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you. 

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’. 

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.” 

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.” 

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better. 

[yelenasdog]

rockstar (peter parker x gn reader)

genre: fluff with a lil angst 

summary: peter always comes to the reader when he’s hurt, but reader wonders if it could mean something more.

words: 1465 ( more or less LMAO)

warnings: light cursing, peter being hurt, some kissing? idk if that counts sorry lol.

a/n: hello! so this is inspired by the song Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer so i strongly reccomend listening to it by reading! if u prefer to read it on wattpad from my peter parker imagines book, click here !

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knock knock!

I was abrubtly woken from my peaceful sleep by the loud sounds coming from my window.

"What the hell," I muttered out as I groggily checked the current time. 3:47 am. I reluctantly made my way over, having a feeling it was a certain webslinger. I peeled open the entrance to see Peter, still in his spidey suit, without the mask may I add. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders, pulling him through the opening, almost slipping on the hard floor due to my fuzzy socks.

"Pete, what are you doing, people could see you without the mask." I heard his feet as he quietly padded over to sit on my soft comforter with an obvious limp.

I went over to my lamp and switched it on, a warm glow being strewn across the room by it. As Peter sat on my bed, I turned to meet him, gasping at what had been brought to my attention by the light. I rushed over to the boy, pressing the spider in the center of his suit, causing it to slide off and pool at his feet.

Peter grimaced as I soflty dragged my fingers against his bruised and battered skin from where I sat on the floor next to my bed.

"What happened to you, Pete?" I spoke, looking up at him, my facial expression laced with concern.

"Well," he began as he tried to sit up, groaning in the process, "just got hit a little harder than usual, that's all. It's no biggie, really."

I sighed, placing a tender hand on his from where I sat on the floor in a crouching position. I stood up, my hand staying in the same position.

"It kinda looks like a biggie, bud." One of my hands moved to run itself through his messy brown locks as I looked him up and down once more, scanning for any underlying injuries I might have missed at first look.

He flashed me a tired smile which I returned.

"I'm gonna go grab some stuff to patch you up, k?" This time I gave him a small smile, and he was the one who returned it gratefully.

"Thank you y/n." I squeezed his now bare hand, standing and turning to go.

"It's no problem, Pete, honestly." 

As I tried to leave, he lightly tugged me back by my wrist, catching me by surpise. My breath caught in my throat at the action.

"Really, y/n, I don't know what I would do without you."

I smiled at him once more, "Same to you, BugBoy"

He released my hand, allowing me to go get his supplies. As I gathered what I needed from the cabinet, my head was clouded with thoughts of the boy. The same thoughts that had been clouding my head since the day I had met him.

We had first met at midtown through decathlon, and grew quite close. I was entranced by the boy and everything about him, from his starwars obsession to the way he would rant about different scientific theories. It made my heart swell for reasons I would like to think I couldn't understand. He would confine in me with any problems he was going through, such as Uncle Ben passing, or even some of his biggest secrets, Spider-Man being one of them.

He hadn't meant for me to find out. Not in the way I did, at least.

It had been after a long day at school, when Ned had gone to hang out with Peter and build the lego deathstar, and I tagged along to surprise him, as I had been gone on a trip for quite some time and wanted to see him. Turns out I was the one in for a surprise, because I found out peter was Spider-Man that same day when he walked in on the ceiling through his window. It was a bit of a shock to say the least.

My feelings had only grown for the boy since that point, which also left me with uncalled for emotions that I had a difficult time dealing with. Especially when Peter would do this every time he would get hurt. This whole routine of coming to me at ungodly hours of the night, and me patching him up every time without question. It was sad to say the least. 

The way my heart would ache for the boy in red, so much so that I would sacrifice so much for his happiness, whatever form that would take. 

I tried to deny the feelings that would arise when I was around him, and God, was it difficult. I looked myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. I walked back out to where Peter was waiting for me, reaching out and placing all the supplies on my mahogony side table.

"I know you hate hearing this, but we might have to do stitches, Pete."

He groaned, looking up to my poster covered ceiling as if one of the singers on the paper would somehow deny the fact he needed the medical attention.

He looked back at me, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Come on, Rockstar? Really?"

My heart swelled at the nickname he had gifted me after finding out about my love for music, one of the many things we bonded over. I was tempted to give in, but quickly snapped out of it.

"Nice try, Peter, but this is for your own good, so lets just get it over with, yeah?"

His head dropped and he nodded, looking down to his feet.

"Head up, bub, I need to be able to see what I'm doing and get this done before it starts to scab." I could have sworn Peter's pupils dialated and he seemed a little off at the pet name, but yet again, it was nearly 4 am, so I very well could have been imagining things, and probably was.

As I started to run the needle through the forming scar, he let out a whimper, gripping my shoulder in pain as his eyes screwed shut. He did this often, grabbing me “as hard as he could” whenever he was hurting. 

It was an idea I had introduced to him to deal with any especially bad injuries, our little way of dealing with the pain. I knew it might cause me some minor damage, as he would never hurt me. I assured Peter every time that I felt okay, but something nagged at me telling me he felt guilty, and that he wasn't gripping as hard as he could.

As I went through what I imagined was an especially painful part, he cursed loudly under his breath.

"Fuck!"

I stopped what I was doing momentarily to check on him after the short outburst, unusual for his kind and calm demeanor.

"Are you okay, Peter?"

He moved his large hands to tightly grip his hair, moving down to his neck, back and forth.

"No, y/n! I'm not okay. I'm hurting, I'm hurting so bad, y/n/n" His volume increased and decreased again, silent tears falling down his face.

I had dropped the needle that I had been using, shocked by his volume. I picked it back up again, resuming my task with conceringly shaky hands.

"I can try to be softer if it would help, Pete." My voice was gentle as I spoke, in a feeble attempt to not upset him further. 

He looked at me and to his shoes as he began to talk, his voice low I could barely hear him.

"No, y/n, it's not you, you're doing amazing, it's just," he didn't finish his sentence, he rather just trailed off.

I blew out a deep breath, my eyes never leaving the work in front of me.

"What is it, Peter?"

I tied the knot on the stiches, cutting the thread and disposing of the needle in the small biohazard waste kit froom the first aid box.

I stood up directly in front of him to where I was slightly higher up than him. I reached a hand forward, wiping away a stray tear. He took my wrists in his hands, taking me off guard.

"Actually, y/n, I lied." I tensed, concerned about what he was going to say.

"It is you. It's always been you."

Confusion consumed me as I shook my head, and I wondered if it was just my tired state that had caused the emotions.

"Peter, what do you mean you're not making any sens-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he leaned forward encapsulating our lips in a sweet and long awaited kiss. He let go of my wrists, moving his own hands, one to rest around my waist protectivley, the other on the back of my neck under my hair. I moved one of mine to lazily drape over his left shoulder, the other playing with the curls on the nape of his neck. The kiss lasted a long while, but not long enough.

Our hands went to the sides of each others faces when we parted, and his own strong hands started running small circles on my jaw. As we struggled to catch our breaths, he began to speak, the boyish smile I loved so much covering his face.

"My feelings for you are there, Y/n, always have been, and they always will be. I want you to take all of me, Rockstar."

I giggled at the wording of his statement, appreciating it nonetheless. He pressed our foreheads together, a mutal content taking over us.

"Although that was extremely cheesy, I’ll allow it this once. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that, BugBoy."

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idk how i feel about this tbh, kinda love it kinda hate it. stay funky! xx hj

[petermaximoffstories]

Dating Peter Maximoff and being Charles's would include

(I don’t know how to Tumblr. soooooo…… maybe if anyone even sees this give me advice because I suck :P)

I don’t really know when this is set just go with it it’s pretty cool

●You met Peter at a horrible movie which both of you fell asleep in. When the movie finished, an employee had to wake both of you up and since the movie showed at 10 p.m it was already incredibly late and the entire theatre felt abandoned so when you guys had to leave so it was kind of akward but eventually one of you talked of you guys just clicked. By the time both of you had gone outside, your ride had abandoned you, so Peter, even though you hesitated, insisted to take you home.

“Please Peter it’s a pretty long way there” “I swear I can take it” “Fine… where’s your car” “Oh I don’t need a car” he said as he put his hand to your head. “Wai-wha-” you were cut off by Peter speeding you while you yelled to him the directions. “It’s to the lefAHHHahaha and then to the righ-nonono Peter you’re going to drop me” you said along with other things as he just chuckled and kept running. “Wait you’re a mutant too?” He asked when you got to the mansion a.k.a your home. “Yup. Daughter of Charles Xavier who can (power of choice) and basically knows everything that goes down here which leads me to a question, do you go here?” “Nah I don’t….. never could afford it.” “Well I really want you to join us so I’ll talk to my dad about figuring something out alright” “Alrighty bye Y/N” “See ya” you saluted him as he ran off.

● In the time of the friend zone, it mainly consisted of going over to his house on breaks and watching scary shows and movies with the ocasional comedy. And when you finally convinced your dad that Peter would be a great student so that he would let him in for a smaller amount of money it consisted of you studying and him just trying to listen but eventually giving up and sleeping. ●He finally asked you out while school was climbing to its death bed and was ready to end. He sped up to you to ask the question he was longing to for quite a while and it basically went like this: “Hey Y/N” “Yes Peter” “Well you see since summer is starting and I basically have nothing to do could you be my savior or boredom?“he asked running his hand through his hair “So basically your asking if I’ll go out with you” “Yup” he said popping the p “Well then yes” “Oh oh wowowowowowieeee” he celebrated. ●Your first date was at a drive in theatre where you two watched a scary movie because you’re nerds. When you got there it was a little but not outrageously chilly, but unfortunately through half the movie it started to rain forcing people to leave. However, Peter was committed to make this a wonderful first date so he just akwardly wrapped his jacket around you and you two continued screaming and laughing at the movie with the ocasional shivers from Peter being cold with no jacket so you had to (and wanted to tbh) huddle very close to him. ●After that date there was many more to come, including going to that same drive in theatre every friday, spending time at his house listening to music, and he even would take you shopping for new shirts but it was really just so he could eat out with you, but the best thing by far you liked to do with him was go to the amusement park. He would drag you along and take you to every ride in the entire park and you, being the adventurous type would of course tag along. He was just so happy he finally met someone who would always be up for anything. Whenever you arrived at the mansion Charles would just ask “Peter again?” and when you nodded he would just reply with “that’s what I thought” with a smug expression on his face. ●Speaking of Charles the first time him and Peter properly met, which was at dinner in (restraunt of choice) Peter was just so nervous and Charles being the mind reader he is just patted him on the shoulder and said “don’t worry, I know you love her” and you accidentally overheard so you didn’t mean to but the entire time you were just really blushy and flattered. The dinner went great, and they were pratically ignoring you and making jokes about what you used to do as a kid to what you do now and comparing it to what they did and do and it was just so cool. When Peter said bye to you guys outside of the restaurant Charles said, still laughing “Y/N I honestly think he’s the one” before driving you both home. ●The first time meeting his family was an embarrassing story though, as when you walked in to his house you tripped and fell to the ground. His mom just laughed and said “don’t worry now we have a story to tell in future times” and then she introduced herself. She decided to make (favorite food) and it was better than you’ve ever had it before. “Hey Ms. Maximoff this is actually the best (favorite food) I’ve ever had.” you said truthfully. She smiled and said “Yeah I’d knew you would like it Peter said it was your favorite food” “Well he was definitely right”. When his sister decided to come meet you she was dressed in her princess costume and wrapped your arms around your waist repeatedly and forced you and Peter to watch Disney movies (when tbh I wouldn’t be forced I’d just watch them anyways) ●Cuddles all the cuddles There’s days when Peter’s the big spoon, there’s days when you are but you. never. stop. cuddling ●He adores wrapping his arms around your waist and also scaring you cuz why not. ●You getting used to his speed ●Him making mixtapes of you and when you discover them he decides to make you listen to them and tell you exactly why they remind him of you while cuddling you. ●His lil sis basically becoming your lil sis. ●Both of you growing really close to eachothers families. Like when Pete’s mom needs extra help with something she always calls you or when Charles needs help figuring things out at the mansion he calls Peter to help y'all on it. ●When Peter is sad he’ll always call you, no matter what. There is no one he rather see and you almost always know what to tell him. If you don’t he understands and you guys just listen to music or play stupid little board games to make him feel better. ●When your sad, Peter will of course talk to you about it but every time his advice doesn’t help but rather a silly thing he says after does. Like he’ll go on a rant about how you should just ignore what people say or do to you and only care about your future and it’ll put a slight smile on your face but when he says something random like “Enough with this sadness I want pizza” it makes you forget entirely what happened. ●Your first time sleeping over was at Peter’s house when his mom was gone for the weekend and she needed someone to take care of his sister. You had spent the day looking out for her and attempting to entertain her which even though you wouldn’t think it would be, it was a very stressful werkend. Especially the first night when she had a nightmare and came into Peter’s room in the middle of you guys playing pac man. She bust through the door crying and immediately ran to Peter and hugged him. “What’s wrong sweetie?” you asked patting her head. She signaled for Peter to pick her up and he placed her beneath his arms and her legs stradled his waist. “I had a nightmare” she said and she buried her head into Peters shoulders. “Awee I’m sorry” you started as Peter carried her to her room as you followed “Nightmares suck. But they’re just your imagination running wild, which makes you special. I have nightmares too you know, and whenever I get them I actually have to sing myself to sleep to calm myself down” you said and by then she had already been tucked into bed. “Can you sing me to sleep?"she asked cutely. You smiled and agreed. "Breathe breathe in the air….. don’t be afraid to care…. please don’t leave me……. look around choose your own ground” you sang and by the time you had finished she was fast asleep. Peter who had been by his sisters side leaned down and kissed her on her forehead and then went back to his room with you. “You wanna still watch that movie?” he asked and you replied with a “hell yeah” and before you knew it you woke up in the middle of the night on his couch with the TV playing a movie called the black nothingness aka it was literally playing nothing and with your head resting on his shoulder and his arms around yours he looked down at you with tired eyes and carried you to his bed where you curled up together. 💓

[flingthefluelontheflire]

Rare Ship Week Day 6: Family

Fandom: Welcome to Hell

Ship: LilJo (Lil and Jojo)

Word Count: 1348

Jojo was doing her best to flip through a magazine unnoticed, when her charge suddenly slammed her textbook closed. She turned around just in time to see Lil angrily sign off of the library’s computer, snatch up her bookbag, and stalk over to where Jojo was lounging.

Lil’s apartment didn’t have a computer, much less internet, so whenever she had online homework to do, she dragged Jojo down the street to the public library. Jojo was getting so familiar with the Teen section that she could tell when somebody had put a book back the wrong way (and the solution to this problem, she’d learned, was definitely not to interrupt Lil and tell her about it). Today, someone had left a magazine out on the floor, and Jojo was draped over the end of a beanbag chair trying to read it inconspicuously.

For now, though, it would be better to focus on Lil, who heaved an irritated sigh and flopped down in the nearest armchair. “Wassup?”

After checking to make sure no one was near by, Lil whispered, “This assignment is stupid. My teacher’s stupid. Everything is stupid and I wanna go home.”

“Did you get it done, at least?” Jojo asked, worried. Although recently she’d taken on the title of ‘girlfriend’, her actual job was still to ‘provide guidance’, whatever that meant. Most of the time, it meant pestering Lil to get her homework done. Like now, for instance.

Lil snorted and shook her head, and Jojo scowled. Again checking for eavesdroppers, Lil leaned forward conspiratorially and plucked the magazine from the floor. “It’s dumb and I can’t do it.”

“Oh, please--”

“Don’t you ‘oh, please’ me. I literally have no clue what to put down.”

“Can’t you look it up?”

“Oh, yeah, let me just look up my absent father’s family history. Real easy.”

Now she was just confused. “Family history?”

Lil flipped boredly though the magazine, pausing to peel some sticky pages apart. “Yeah, it’s like a family tree thing. Like I know anything about my family, besides my mom.”

“Don’t you have grandparents?”

“Yeah. Do I know them? No.”

“Can you ask your mom?”

A strange look crossed Lil’s face. “Y’know, I actually brought up my grandparents once, and it didn’t end well.” She sighed. “Actually, I’d say that conversation ended pretty badly.”

“Oh.” Jojo wasn’t sure what else she could say. The whole thing sounded like a mess she’d rather not know about. From her observations, she viewed Lil’s mother as a slightly airheaded, well-meaning woman with a job that put way too much stress on her. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to challenge that image with history.

“And my dad’s side--god, that’s not even worth getting into.” Lil dropped the magazine back onto the floor, and Jojo winced. The two girls were silent for several long minutes. An awkward, acne-faced middle schooler came and went. Finally, Lil spoke, and Jojo was surprised to hear tears lurking under her words. “It’s just like, everyone else has perfect little fucking families, and I’ve just got this hot mess.”

Jojo bit her lip and adjusted herself awkwardly on the beanbag chair. She couldn’t say much that would be comforting. After all, before she’d died, she had had one of those ‘perfect little fucking families’. True, there had been some rumblings of trouble--Jojo suspected that her mother had been pregnant, and that it wasn’t her dad’s kid--but then death had happened, and all of a sudden family ties hadn’t really mattered any more.

Meanwhile Lil was still ranting under her breath. “Oh, yeah, let’s just do a unit on immigration and tracking our family histories back, everyone knows that, oh wait, except for me because of course.”

“‘Of course’ what?” Jojo broke in, and Lil jumped at the interruption.

“I mean, of course I don’t know this about myself. Where my family is from.” Lil tucked her feet under her thighs, tugging the sleeves of her jacket down over her hands. “D’you know where your family’s from?”

“Uh,” Jojo thought back; surely her mother had lectured her about this, right? “...France? Maybe?”

“See? Even you know, and you’re dead.” Humming in frustration, Lil buried her face behind her arms. Jojo faintly heard a muffled, “It’s not fair.”

Another bout of silence, and Jojo was getting nervous with how quiet Lil was becoming. She tried to reason, briefly, that since they were in a library, being quiet made the most sense, but Lil’s hard breathing put an end to that train of thought.

Gingerly, she reached out to rub Lil’s shoulder. “Hey--”

Abruptly, Lil threw off her hand, standing up and glaring at Jojo over her shoulder. Her words came out as a hiss. “I don’t need your fucking sympathy.”

Before Jojo had the time to be indignant, to get angry, Lil stomped off, heading for the doors.

Jojo floated to a standing position, positively seething. She felt her face getting hot, knew that, if someone looked closely, they’d be able to see the heat shimmer surrounding her body, and completely failed to give a shit. She kicked at the magazine, even though it did nothing. She stomped her foot, which also did nothing, and only made her more frustrated.

What she did not do was follow Lil home.

Instead, she floated around the library for an hour, two hours, three hours. She was still there when they closed, almost five hours after Lil had left. She was still there at midnight, although by then, she’d stopped seething and started thinking.

It really wasn’t fair.

And she knew what the logical response was, what her dad would say--’the world’s not fair, Jojo’--and she knew that, but this was Lil, and Lil deserved better.

In the middle of the nonfiction section, next to a shelf about knitting, she stopped, and made her decision. Lil deserved better. Lil deserved to know.

If she’d been alive, figuring out how to get this information--a lost family history--would have been nearly impossible. So, Jojo thought as she drifted up to phase through the ceiling, being dead would seem to have a few perks, after all.

Even if what she was about to do was probably ten kinds of illegal. All the way back to Heaven, she repeated to herself: Lil deserves better.

Lil deserves to know.

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The next morning, Lil woke up to a bright warmth on her cheek. Opening her eyes, she was surprised to see Jojo sitting on the edge of her bed, looking decidedly not-pissed. Holding back a yawn, Lil sat up. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Recalling her actions the evening before, Lil resisted the urge to slap herself in the face. Sure, her situation was shitty, and sure, she’d get a shit grade on the assignment, but it wasn’t Jojo’s fault. “Look, Jo--”

“Your dad’s name is Jason Young.”

Lil’s breath stopped short. Of course she’d already known that--had known it since second grade, when her mom finally told her about a week-long tryst that ended in the baby known as Magill Nancy--but how the fuck had Jojo found out?

Meanwhile, Jojo continued. “You have a half-sister in California and two half-brothers in Oklahoma. Both of your dad’s parents are dead, but your mom’s parents are still alive.”

“Wait--”

“Your mom’s parent’s names are James and Charlotte.”

“How--”

“Your mom had an older sister named Lydia who died in a car crash when she was twenty-one.”

“How the hell--”

“I looked up your file.” Jojo’s smile became sheepish. “Sorry.”

It took a minute for the words to sink in. “...You looked up my family? In Heaven?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I peeked at the files, I didn’t like, track them down, or anything.”

“...I have family in Heaven?”

“Yeah, apparently your aunt works in accounting.”

The laughter came on so gradually that even Lil was surprised when it bubbled out of her mouth. Between giggles, she managed, “I don’t know why that’s so funny!”

Jojo smirked. “It’s kinda weird, yeah.” Standing up, Jojo floated over Lil’s bed and placed another peck on her cheek. “Now finish your dumb homework.”