#mama mj answers

[mjtheartist04]

he wants water...

(little doodle of ur son)

OMW TO GRAB THE PITCHER BABY, MAMA WILL BE RIGHT BACK‼️

[mejcinta]

https://www.tumblr.com/mejcinta/736142607710863360/they-will-skip-aemonds-arrival-after-killing-luke

I don't know, I'm just panicking. It's just the way the teaser was put together… It would make sense to show glimpses of such a scene, as they showed the aftermath of Luke's death for Rhaenyra, but Otto's words about "errors" are likely from the Council meeting where they'll discuss Luke's death, and it makes me think it will the first scene of the Greens. Then we'll see Alicent talking about the upcoming war with Larys (it was shown in the teaser when Alicent sits and looks like she's been crying) because duh, who else would she talk to, certainly not her son who started this war.... Will they even talk? They seemed close in the first season. But wouldn't surprise me if she shares more screen time with Larys than with Aemond again. The screen time is very limited and B&C will be in the same episode (and according to the leaks they will show Winterfell in the opening scene lmao), they don't want to spend time showing Aemond's arrival so they will just show the aftermath of the news, and Aemond will be shown with Aegon "celebrating". The showrunners are also very boring and love skipping interesting scenes from the book, Aemond's arrival could have been so chaotic and meaty, they can't have that...

If that is the case, then your worries are legit. I remember seeing somewhere that Aemond could share a scene with Vhagar, talking to her about how Alicent and Otto are mad with him.

I really would have loved it if they showed the fallout between Alicent and Aemond. And honestly, for drama reasons I think they absolutely will...? Maybe, I'm being foolishly optimistic, but I think it would be a big mistake not to film the Alicent/Aemond confrontation. It is everything. A mood setter. A heart breaker. Angsty.

[thaliagrayce]

upsetting realization on the dating apps today. apparently nothing attracts me more than women who look like sleazy fuckboys.

[vixstarria]

Apples

Alright, so this is actually going to be included in a future chapter of my longfic as a flashback, but the readership of that is a small fraction of that on my one-shots, and I giggled too much writing it to not show it to the masses.

Astarion x Tav, Act 1

Humour, ponderings on the topic of vampire physiology, my Tav being a gremlin

Rated M, I guess.

Approx. 600 words

Somewhere along the Risen Road

Astarion sat with a book, trying to ignore Asmodea as she perched next to him, loudly crunching on an apple. It was proving to be impossible to concentrate under her inquisitive stare. 

“Yes?” he said, sighing. 

“So does pussy taste like ash to you?” 

Astarion wrinkled his nose in distaste. 

“Must you be so crass?” 

“You’re really going to continue the ‘uptight noble’ act after last night?” she said with a smirk. “And I’m actually being considerate, not crass – it was only after, that I remembered vampire taste buds have certain quirks.” She shifted where she sat. “I wouldn’t shove your face into an ash tray,” she said, sounding almost apologetic, before biting into the apple again.  

“Very well,” Astarion said, shutting his book. “No, pussy tastes like pussy. And yours tastes like-” 

“The finest nectar, divine ambrosia, blah blah,” she interrupted him with a dismissive wave of her hand, talking with her mouth full. “But why?” 

“I... I don’t know,” he said. “I suppose it’s all similar to blood in that it’s still produced by the body. And-” he cut himself off, with a shake of his head. “Do you really want to talk about this?” 

“Just trying to understand you better, that’s all,” she said, swallowing. “Hmm,” she hummed, before leaning towards him with a grin and beckoning him with a finger.  

Astarion glanced in the direction Wyll and Karlach had walked off. The group was taking a short break. Their tryst in the night seemed to have gone unnoticed by anyone, and he didn’t want to make it known, at least not yet. Satisfied that they were alone, he pressed his lips against hers in a kiss. Her tongue cautiously sought his own, and he let it, before pulling away.  

“Did that taste like ash?” she asked. 

“No, that... tasted the way an apple smells,” he answered. 

“So it tasted like apple.” 

“No, it tasted like the smell.” 

“That’s the same thing,” she argued. “And do you like the smell of apples?” 

“No, it’s not the same thing,” he sighed. “And I suppose, but... Hells, how do I explain it? ...You enjoy the smell of roses, yes? But you wouldn’t want to eat one, now would you? And if you did – it would not taste the way it smelled anyway. ...Do you understand?” 

Astarion supposed he should have been annoyed by her questioning, but something in her earnestness placated him.  

Asmodea let out a prolonged “ahh” of comprehension, and he thought that would be the end of it, but then she extended her half-eaten apple towards him. 

“Lick it.” 

“What?” Now he was getting irritated.  

“Don’t chew it, just lick it. Have you tried regular food since getting tadpoled, anyway?” 

He had, and he had immediately regretted it, but he obliged her anyway.  

“Ugh,” he grimaced. “Now it tastes like ash.” 

“Fascinating,” she said, biting back into the apple. “Perhaps it’s the juice being mixed with human saliva that makes it palatable for you. I wonder if there is a minimum ratio of spit to plant liquid that is required...” 

He opened his book again, determined to ignore her.  

“I could feed you like a mama bird feeds her hatchlings,” she continued thoughtfully, looking off into the distance.  

Astarion snapped the book shut again.  

“I do not need to be fed apples!” he exclaimed. “And you are the most ridiculous person I have ever met.” 

“Thank you,” she smiled. 

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[thebearer]

Mama and sugar doing bonding time. Maybe they leave the kids with Pete and Carmy and they go for a spa day and gossip

pete and carmy bonding time?? i'll cackle rn. i had to make it a blurb.

"Why does Pete have to come over here?" Carmen grumbles, burping Willow on his shoulder. You can see his sulking expression in the reflection of the vanity's mirror, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

"You could've gone over there." You give him a pointed look, pulling your wedding ring and band out of the small jewelry dish.

"No," Carmen huffs. "I didn't plan on seeing Pete at all."

"Carmen," You hiss, giving a pointed look at Teddy, who's currently playing on your phone. "He's your brother-in-law." Carmen huffs. "Your children's uncle."

Carmen frowns, faltering under your unimpressed glare. "But... Baby, it's Pete."

"And he's always been lovely and kind and very supportive of you." You snap, rolling your eyes. "Honestly, Carmen, I don't know where this whole Pete hate thing comes from, but it's embarrassing."

"It's not hate." Carmen corrects quickly, following you into the closet. "It's just... You know how he is. He's just got that- I dunno he's just Pete."

"Pete treats your sister wonderful, treats his babies wonderful, treats our babies wonderful, treats your family wonderful, treats you wond-"

"-Alright, alright." Carmen huffs.

You frown at him, slipping on your shoes. "We'll be gone for a few hours. You can survive being cordial and nice with Pete for the sake of Teddy." You knew it was a low blow, using Teddy like that, but it was one you knew would work. "She loves playing with MJ and Maggie. You're going to deprive her of seeing her cousins because you think Pete's annoying?"

"No," Carmen said fiercely, defensively. "I never said that. I just said I'm not lookin' forward to it just bein' me and Pete. I don't," Carmen paused, looking down at Willow to avoid your gaze. "I don't know how to talk to him sometimes."

You smile softly, walking over to him, your hand sliding over his on Willow's back. "Baby, Pete talks enough for the both of you." You tease lightly, head tipping up to catch his lips in a sweet kiss. "Just talk to him about the restaurant, about New York, you know he just wants to talk to you."

The doorbell saved Carmen from answering, Teddy's screech and bounding feet interrupting you both. You frowned, stepping into the hall, shouting a warning at Teddy before you followed her to the front door.

Carmen looked down at Willow, the sounds of his niece and nephews mixing withe Pete's and Sugar's floated into the house. "Carm's burping Willow, but he should be here in a second." You said sweetly. His heart swelled at your covering for him, like second nature, like you knew what he needed before he did, giving him a few more minutes to mentally prepare and calm his anxieties.

"Carm! We're leaving!" Sugar yelled, her voice echoing down the hall. "I'm stealing your wife for the whole day, so you better come say bye!"

Carmen rolled his eyes, pressing his nose into Willow's hair. She still had that sweet baby smell lingering with the powdery baby lotion your lathered her in. He walked down the hall, turning into the kitchen where the three adults stood.

"Hey," Pete grinned widely. "You ready for this, Carm? Just the dudes today. Boys day- Well, I mean Teddy and Willow and Maggie. B-But just the dads today!" He rambled a little nervous, a little excited.

Carmen could feel your glare on him, letting his lips curl in a smile. "Yeah, we got it." He nodded at Pete. "You guys go have a good time."

You looked at him carefully. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Carmen nodded, lips brushing your cheek lightly. "You got my card?" He nodded at your purse. "Go have a day. You deserve it." He turned to Pete, a hint of a grimace that he tried to swallow down. "The dudes got it."

Pete cheered, your lips curling in a bright smile. "Thank you," You muttered, pressing a kiss to Willow's head. "I'll have my phone if you need me."

"Except when we're in the massage and the facial." Sugar glared at you lightly.

"I've got it." Carmen nods, reassuring you sweetly. "We've got it." He nodded at Pete, who beamed with excitement. "Go have fun."

"We will." Sugar pulled you towards the door. "Take care of my babies! Bye!"

Carmen sat in an slightly tense silence with Pete, the kids squealing in the other room, Willow yawning ready for her nap. Pete tapped his hands rhythmically on the counter. "Dad's day, amiright?"

Carmen fought back a cringe, rocking Willow. "Dad's day." He nodded, knowing Mikey was rolling in his grave with laughter right now.

[jordisblogg]

ur best friend

shuri.u x reader / riri.w x reader (college au)

a/n: i deeply apologize to the riri lovers but i couldn't help myself..

warning: cheating, making out?, hungry mj

“alexa, what time is it?” you shouted from the bathroom, to which the device replied with ‘6:37’. it was almost time for you and your girlfriend, riri, to head out. she had said that you both were going on a dinner with two of her friends, shuri and mj. you told her you didn’t mind, you thought it would be good to see them again.

“bae, ain’t it almost time for us to leave?.” you asked the engineer, who, non surprisingly, was laid out on the bed, waiting for you to finish with whatever it was you were doing, as you walked out of the bathroom.

“you finally done?” she sat up, eyeing your body in your dress.

“yes, i’m done” you replied, matching her joking attitude, walking over to her and running your hand over her fresh cornrows. she relaxed in your hold and pushed forward to place a kiss on your stomach against the questioningly thin fabric.

“you look pretty, mama.”

“aww thank you!”

suddenly, riri’s phone started to ring, breaking the moment between you two. she pulled it from her back pocket and slid to the answer button.

“hello?”

“damn riri! are y’all coming or what, me and shuri have been waiting here for at least 15 minutes, i’m hungry!” you overheard what could only be a angry mj on the other line.

riri chuckled, “it’s been that long? shit, sorry were on our way.”

“riri i’m hungry dammit!” was the last thing you heard before riri dropped the call, shaking her head.

“we leavin’ i’m guessing?” riri nodded and grasped your hand, leading you both out of her dorm room.

it didn’t take you both too long to get there, when you walked in the restaurant you saw the table shuri and mj were sitting at and went over. mj, of course, was still looking agitated, while angrily sipping on her sprite.

“my fault y’all.” riri apologized

“it’s fine, i didn’t expect any less, so how have you both been? haven’t seen you two a lot since the dates for finals were sent out.” shuri’s accented voice broke your amused lock on mj, jesus did she always sound so.. sexy?

“ahh,” riri gave a sheepish look and rubbed the back of her neck, “we both have been studying pretty much the whole time, and you know.. a lil study time.” she laughed as you hit her arm.

“gross” the royal shook her head.

“how have you been shuri? we’ve missed you and aurora, she couldn’t come?” you changed the subject, causing shuri to slowly suck the air through her teeth.

“we broke up.” she stated simply

“oh shit i’m sorry—“

“it’s fine y/n/n, you didn’t know, but this one over here,” she threw her thumb at mj, “hasn’t stopped clowning me for it.”

“i told you she was no good, never trust a stem.”

“mj.. i’m a stem.” the princess looked at her questioningly

“.. never trust an american stem.” mj waved her finger.

“please stop talking, you’re making my head hurt”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the altercation between the two. you did feel bad about them two breaking up, but, a small part of you was.. grateful?

“i really am sorry about you and aurora though, shuri.”

“you’re fine y/n, promise.” she smiled, why was her smile so fucking gorgeous? and why are you just now realizing it?

“where’s the waiter, i’m fucking starving!” mj groaned.

“you’ve been starving for the past half hour.” riri rolled her eyes.

once you all were able to call a waiter over, you began to order, unfortunately shuri had went to the bathroom, so you volunteered to order for her, even though she was most likely talking to riri or mj, you decided to take the initiative. that wasn’t weird, was it? or were you just overthinking things..

anyways— the dinner was nice and mj was satisfied, her hunger now demolished, now you all were just using the rest of the time to chat.

every once in a while you would take a glance at shuri, especially when she would speak, and sometimes she would catch you staring and you would want so bad to look away but.. her eyes were so mesmerizing, you couldn’t pull away.

you knew this was wrong to be attracted to shuri, knowing you had a girlfriend. but it was something in you that made you want to see what it was like being with shuri instead.

picturing her putting her arm around your waist while she walked you to class, or feeling her kiss on your skin, or her taking you to her home country—

oh god what the fuck was wrong with you

“babe?” riri tapped you, snapping you out of your abominable thougts. you blinked, not even realizing how dumbfounded you looked at the moment.

“huh?”

“she had asked you a question, intombi entle?” fuck you didn’t even know what she said and yet it was causing butterflies in your stomach to emerge. is she doing this shit on purpose?!

“i’m uh.. ima go use the bathroom, i’ll be back!” you stated quickly before getting up and walking away from the table.

the girls watched you leave in confusion, all except shuri. she pulled her phone out, pretending someone had texted her, “i need to make a call, ill be back.”

“better not be aurora, shuri!” she heard mj shout at her as she walked out the door, then heading to the other entrance by the bathroom.

as you burst through the door of the ladies room, you tried to catch your breath, luckily there was no one in there. you leaned over against the sink, staring down at the drain of the sink.

“i’m horrible” you shook your head at yourself, even though you haven’t committed any of the acts you’ve thought about while sitting at that table, you still felt dirty.

your stomach dropped at the sound of the door creaking, the bustle of the people in the restaurant audible for a quick second before silence.

“y/n..” that accented voice called again, and how badly you wanted to run to it.

“y/n.” you felt a grip on your waist as she turned you around, now fully facing the princess and all of her glory.

“what’s been going on with you tonight?” you couldn’t speak, too busy staring at her features, you were speechless, only when her grip tightened on your hips is when you gave her an answer.

“you’re so pretty..”

well.. sort of an answer.

“what?” the princess’ eyes grew in size, but her face had flushed a dark shade of red, giving you a boost of confidence at how you made her react to your words.

“you heard me..” you stared up at her, you’re eyes locking with her beautiful brown orbs.

“y/n, you’re with riri.” she whispered, as if you two weren’t the only ones in the room.

“yet, you won’t let go of my waist..” you wrapped you arms around her neck, fingers running against the tattoo that ran down her neck.

“you know what you were doing at that table, shuri, you’re not stupid, you know i want you..”

she held back a groan. how badly she wanted you too, she hated to admit, the entire time she was with aurora, she was thinking about you, the only reason she even got with the girl was to get her mind off of you. she couldn’t have you, you were riri’s, but that only made her want you more, and now that she knows the feeling is mutual..

“just kiss me this one time shuri, just wanna feel you.. please.” you begged, ghosting your lips over hers, where was all of this coming from?

“just this once.. let me see what aurora was missing out on..” you smiled, and that broke her.

she leaned down to press her soft lips onto your glossed ones and you both moaned at the contact. your fingers gripped at her curls as she kissed you hungrily, like she had been craving you.

you made a move and slid your tongue into her mouth with ease. shuri moaned and pulled you against her impossibly closer, feeling your plush breasts against her and your tongue down her throat was sending her into a frenzy.

you whimpered as she began to pull away, not being able to take anymore with the need for air, but still pulled at your bottom lip, a giving you a final peck.

you watched her breathlessly as she licked her lips, staring down at yours, and not being my able to resist you, she went in to kiss you again, though these kisses were shorter.

peck after peck after peck..

and you smiled into every one of them shamelessly.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that..” she huffed, her hands dropping down to your ass. you smiled and pecked her again.

“we should probably go.. riri might get suspicious..” you laid your head in the crook of her neck, engulfing her scent.

“y-yeah..”

you walked out of the restroom after telling shuri to linger behind.

it was easy to come up with a lie for her, riri didn’t suspect anything, at least that’s what it looked like.

soon, the night was over, you all said your goodbyes to each other. you hugged shuri last, giving her enough time to whisper in your ear.

“bye, pretty girl”

you all went to your cars heading back to campus, thought the entire car ride you were distracted.

you couldn’t believe that you had just made out with shuri, your girlfriends best friend. you felt horrible but someone had to seize the sexual tension going on between you too. she just looked too good. she didn’t admit to wanting you back, but you knew her actions definitely did.

“so did you have a good time at the dinner, baby?” your girlfriend asked you.

your phone illuminated as you got a notification from your messages. you unlocked it and went to the person who messaged you, instantly blushing.

shuri🩶

you looked good in that dress, princess

you smiled, “yeah, i did”

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

A random ask for mi wifey👀✨

For chrysta and the boys how did they know they were ready to have kids? Who wanted to have kids in the first place? Was it planned and talked about? And how was chrysta during each of her pregnancy’s? ((Moods,cravings,etc)) who did she tend to cling onto more???

Bonus: was there a lullaby/song that she sang her babies to sleep???🥺

GUYS.... I NEED A MINUTE MJ IS LETTING ME INFODUMP I- ✋️✋️✋️😔😔😔 OUUUGHHH

OK ILL TRY NOT TO RAMBLE TOO LONG I PROMMI ILY 🙏🙏🙏 💙🩷💙🩷💙🩷💙🩷

SO, Let's see where we should start first... >:]

The idea of kids between the boys was one that actually wasn't mentioned a lot... And if it was, it would probably be dropped after a minute or two of the conversation. One of the biggest concerns with it all was the fact Chrysta was still human at this point, (Fun fact, she was human for both Anastasia AND Jennifers births, she turned after some issues with Jenny's brith that the guys just couldnt risk again) and she wasn't really prepared to take the next step and enter through the Veil of immortality.

It wasn't like anything truly onsided! (Like Chrysta wanted kids, and the guys didn't, or vice versa.) Simply the life and hassle of chasing baby vampires around the Boardwalk just didn't seem like something in the cards for the coven.

Oh... But then there was that weird maternal smell starting to linger around the cave - almost similar to the one that'd hang around Star when she was left as Laddie's caretaker. And that murmur in Chrysta's heartbeat began to become way too distinct to be a murmur as the sound grew stronger... Especially to David.

While the other guys could smell and hear just enough to start panicking and getting a little nervous, it was 10× stronger for David, which made him catch on real quick that Chrysta was pregnant, and it was with his kid.

Now, the only problem they were trying to figure out before going into full panic mode was... Did she herself know?

Short answer? Yes. 🫣

After like- 2 months in of acting as though everything was all good and normal, the nights on the back of bikes was starting to become too risky and wreckless to take chances, and the smells adorning the boardwalk were too strong to just run straight to a restroom to throw up that evenings meal and excuse it with having to freshen up makeup in the bathroom.

She knew it was only a matter of a few more days till she broke the second the boys had come to her window late at night and saw Chrysta hurriedly shove a bunch of her old scrapbooks of her as a baby with her mom and any other childhood memories glued into the pages for whenever she got homesick in the summers.

David looked right her the second they were invited in and stated blunt and with no room for argument: "You're hiding something from me, aren't you Chrysta?"

Didn't take long for the poor thing to burst into tears, stating in between sobs that she was scared but she was prepared to take the next step and become a Mama, and she felt damn ready to leave Santa Carla and do it herself if she had to.

Dont worry David got her to calm down and reassured her she wasn't about to leave Santa Carla, and she was definitely not having and raising a kid (let alone a VAMPIRE) by herself. And she's got four daddy's to help her out. 🥺🥺🥺 She just cried harder after that LMAOOO

So then after sweet Annie was born, it wasn't long until the baby fever kicked in for the rest of the boys, and they started realizing they wanted a chubby, green-eyed bundle of fangs and giggles resembling themselves to give a little more lovin' to. 🫠💜💜💜 Chrysta had fight them off with a stake for a good while there BAHAHAHA

And how was each of her pregnancies?

About six months in Chrysta actually felt pretty good! It was just the normal pregnancy things you'd expect and nothing she was too worried about that she hadn't read about in the baby books... But those last two months were rough.

Given she was a human, it wasn't a surprise that her body had a hard time taking the energy it did to prepare herself for a baby vampire, so instead of taking just half the energy it would, it took ALL if her energy and health and pretty much left her super sick those last two months.

Her legs hurt, her ankles were sore, everything was too hot, her back and abdomen ached, and for some reason she really wanted to eat/craved raw meat. 😬😬

Of course things went pretty smooth during the birth, and Chrysta only took a few weeks to recover and get back to her old self! It wasn't until the second pregnancy that the scary stuff happened.

What Chrysta went through her last two months during Anastasia lasted the whole nine months with Jennifer. It left her in some nasty shape afyer the birth so much so that Max had to tell his boys if they planned to add any more to the little pack, Chrysta was gonna have to become a vampire.

It didn't take much convincing, Chrysta felt ready for it at that point, wanting to take that final step and spend an eternity with her mates and especially her kids.

So after becoming a creature of the night, Chrysta had normal and easy pregnancies+ births for Tiff, Kat and Chris! Still got the last two months sickies tho...

The cravings overall just extended to meat or anything with blood- even as a human if she pricked her finger with a needle or got a papercut she found herself sucking on her finger draining the cut a little too long for comfort. And if the boys decided their little Mama needed to be spoiled, she'd always request stake as rare cooked as it could get-like, this girl would beg for it, clapsed hands, puppy-dog-eyes and everything.

And who she clinged to the most during the nine months was probably whoever the dad was. Given a birthing bond was between them, whichever one of the boys baby Chrysta was having was gonna be watched over by the biological papa.

During the day (or a few of the nights when Chrysta was getting used to it still) the one singular boy would break off from sleeping in the rafters with the rest if the family and stay on level ground to watch over and protect Chrysta given the vulnerable state she's in- and she can't exactly sleep upside down in her condition.

... But it wasn't rare her go-to's for when she just felt clingy was probably Dwayne or David. Not that Paul or Marko weren't treating her less or anything! But sometimes she just needed to hug an arm or lean against a back to ease her sore one without any questions asked. 💜💜💜💜

EDIT: OML AND FIR THE LULLABY QUESTION:

She hummed or sang to the tune 'Still Loving You' by the Scoprions 🥺🥺🥺

[incorrect-wandanat]

Ep.7 | Get Off My Balcony

Yelena: How is Peter’s vacation?

Kate: He just texted a picture of him and MJ on the beach. So adorable.

Yelena: Aw

Yelena: *opens pantry*

Yelena: Hey, Kate Bishop. We’re out of coffee again.

Kate: Yeah, I couldn’t find anything for breakfast either. Who’s turn is it to do the grocery shopping?

Yelena: You’re only asking so I don’t think it’s you. So it’s probably you.

Kate: No way! I went last time!

Yelena: Lies! Peter went last time with Natasha for ‘Mama Spider bonding time.’

Yelena: *pouts* Without me.

Kate: Aw, Yelena…Maybe you can go with Natasha if you call her.

Yelena: No! I see you’re trying to get me to do the shopping. You can’t fool me.

Kate: DANG IT YELENA I DON’T WANNA DO IT. This teenage cashier always hits on me.

Yelena: I can’t do it!! The last time I went, a child kept throwing things in my shopping cart and then running away.

Kate: …Well then it’s not getting done.

Yelena: I guess not.

*3 days later*

Yelena: We need food.

Kate: Last night for dinner, I had a ketchup packet I stole from the neighbor’s door dash.

Yelena: I had water from the tap, so it was a little crunchy. Almost like lettuce.

Kate: *slams head on table* We’re going to die.

[There is a knock on the front door. Yelena answers it. Wanda is there holding bags of groceries.]

Wanda: Hey, I was at the store and thought you guys might need some things.

Kate: WE’RE SAVED!

Yelena: Please tell me you have real food in there and not just crunchy water.

Wanda, confused: I did buy some lettuce…Do you not like lettuce anymore?

Yelena: *hugs her* I am so glad my sister married you.

[smoosnoom]

ok so . moon. i Luved all the songs so much !! i think my fave was your love . it was just so good ?? the Sounds were very pleasing to my brain lol. i did already know scary love and its one of my fav the nbhd songs tbh. i only know a few somgs from glass animals (it's all so incredibly loud, the other side of paradise, mama's gun and poplar st) so i will Definitely check out that album tmr or smth <3

and!! i have some song recs for u too (tho im very bad at matching song vibes so its just kinda random soz) :

make up your mind - florence + the machine

safe - all time low (very mike wheeler imo)

avalanche - bring me the horizon

at least i have nothing - saint motel

resilience - pierce the veil (very will byers imo)

oh another will byers coded song ive been obsessed w lately is arsonist's lullaby - hozier, as well as in the woods somewhere .. i've just been obsessed w hozier lately tbh lol

ok thats all or else i will starting listing songs for days lol . me and my 2,013 liked songs on spotify r always open to give recs tho 🫡

ok . after several days of not answering this i am Finally here, sniffly nose and all, answering this 🫡 first of all IMS SOSOOO HAPPY U LIKED THEM 🥳🥳🥳🥳 i did think "your love" was ur vibe so im very glad 2 hear that :D if u ever check out their album let me know all ur thoughts !!!!

ok so . ive been trying to get into flo+the machine, and this song . is so good i loveee her vocals and the instruments building up with it, this and hozier give me very similar vibes !!! i really enjoyed it !!!!

honestly . all time low in General is so mike wheeler core he would so get into a poppunk phase i said what i said . also the idea of everything mike considers safe immediately leaving 🙂 goodbye why would u put this in my head

walk the moon i know very scarcely, but i think i should definitely check them out properly since this is like . their fifth song ive heard and enjoyed !!!! it was very nice, very similar vibes to the other ones ive heard 🥳

same thing with saint motel !!! ive heard a bunch of their songs and i liked this one just as much :D also ive realized u recommend many that have a vibe of just . leaving everything behind and pursuing something else

omg i had a brief ptv phase back in middle school LOL and oh my god ur so right this is so will byers 😭 mj Please . crying

i love love loveee hozier, i think he was top five listened in 2021 LOL he is so . i love his lyricism his music his Everything !!

thank u 4 the recs :)

[doudouneverte]

Shapeshifter and Valentine's Day | VW (d-four)

a/n: day four of the valentine week i hope you had a great day. here it is the fourth fic and it is in the same univers of my mama!nat fic and liked to write so i hope you'll like. And of course Happy Birthday to the gorgeous Elizabeth Olsen. See you tomorrow for the [Y.B] or [A.D] fic, i don't choose yet.

*not my GIF*

Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader; Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader; Yelena Belova x Female!reader(aunt-niece); Pietro Maximoff x Female!Reader(best friend)

summary: today it's valentine's day but Wanda seem upset

Type: Fluff

Warning : me who don't know how to write a meal name and nothing else i thinks

word count: 1850

day one | day two | day three | day five | day six | day seven

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You've unlocked a lot of skills since you grew up with your mom, but even if you could lie like a professional, there were three people who were able to tell when you weren't telling the truth: your mom, of course; your auntie Yelena; and your girlfriend Wanda (because of her power). But today you had planned something special, and you couldn't let anyone find it. It was a Tuesday; you came to school like you usually do, and you were greeted by Peter, Ned, and MJ. You talked about everything and nothing before you spotted silver hairs in front of your locker. "Hey Piet, how are you?" you asked, and he looked at where the voice came from.

"Oh, you're here," You looked confused. "Wanda wants to kill you, like literally, and I'm fast but not enough to stop her, so do something," he said and disappeared. You and your friends were stunts. Why would your girlfriend want to kill you? You started to remind yourself the last week to find out if you did something that could upset the Sokovian, but the answer came when you opened your locker. A wave of letters, and at the color and the heart stickers, that was Valentine's letter.

"Wow, you have a lot of fan Y/N" MJ commented, and you started to connect the dots. You picked up the letters and grabbed your things before heading to your math class. At the lunch break, you tried to speak with the witch, but she didn't even look at you. Okay, she gave you a cold treatment, and it was not your fault; that's not fair.

You thought about something to do, and you heard Pietro talk about training this afternoon, and you found a plan. After school, you rush to the compound "Good afternoon, Miss Romanoff, and happy Valentine's Day." Friday greeted you.

"Thanks you, Friday. Do you know where my mom is?" you asked

"Mrs. Romanoff is in the kitchen," the IA replied.

"Thanks you," and you ran to the kitchen, but before you met Maria, Steve, Sam, and Bucky, they seemed to talk about a previous mission, but you didn't mind; you greeted them and continued your course. In the kitchen, you found Natasha with a PBJ sandwich and Yelena, who was trying to cook something else except mac'n'cheese. Okay, it was weird, but you had the whole day to ask more about it. "Hey mom, hey auntie Yelena," you said loudly to not freak them out.

"Hey little poser, how was school?" The blonde asked, and you rolled your eyes at the nickname before replying.

"Horrible," you said, and Natasha frowned and raised her eyebrows. It was not uncommon for you to say 'school was... school' but this time it seems more than that.

"What happened, my love?" your mom asked with concern in her voice. You didn't reply; you just opened your bag and threw all the letters on the table. "What is that?" The sisters asked before they grabbed one letter and started to read it.

"Oh, the little witch is so romantic," your aunt commented.

"It's not from Wanda," you replied, and they both stared at you. They were expecting more: "It's from a girl or a guy in school, I don't know, but Wanda saw one of them put one letter in my locker, and she was upset all the day," when you explained you were making a PBJ sandwich too. You took a bite and spoke again: "I have to do something to tell her it was a misunderstanding, and Pietro tried to tell her, but even he didn't change anything." You took another bite: "I planned something, but I need your help," you said, and they gave you all their attention: "I need someone to distract her while I prepare a special date or something." Your mom was about to say something, but you cut her off: "Don't worry, we will stay at the compound."

"So what do you want to do?" Yelena asked

"I need you to help me cook something for her," you said to the younger widow and looked at the older, "and I need you to reschedule her training to this afternoon to give us the time to prepare anything."

"Hey, I can help in the kitchen too," your mom argued, and you both raised your eyebrows at her. "Okay, maybe I'm not as good as your auntie, but I can do something too, like be your sous-chef." You didn't lower your eyebrows and look at her sandwich; the redhead looked at the sandwich too. "Okay, but you own me a lot of cuddles for this," she said before exiting the kitchen.

After twenty minutes, you finally found a meal to do: chicken paprika. It's her favorite food, so you couldn't fail. Wanda came to the kitchen and said, "Hello, Yelena." She grabbed a bottle of water and some snacks.

"Hey little witch, how was school?" Yelena asked

"Like usual, you know school is school." She started to walk away until Yelena called her.

"Where are you going?"

"Training, Natasha, reschedule for today." She restarted walking when you spoke.

"Don't hurt my mom too much, babe," you said, but she didn't reply and walked away for good. "Oh no, don't worry, you know I love you too much to do something like that, darling. Okay, I love you. Bye,  honey. "I love you too; see you later, detka" you whispered to yourself, and your aunt couldn't hold back her laughter at your antics.

"She didn't even look at you; you're really fucked up, little poser," you sighed, and you both started to cook. It was hard, like really hard and tiring, and you failed twice, but now it was 9 p.m. and you finally made something that looked and tasted like Wanda's paprishka. You were glad and decided to take a shower before seeing your pouty girlfriend. On your way to your mom's room, you met Pietro.

"Hey little spider, how is my sestra?" He asked and walked with you.

"She was mad the last time I saw her; she didn't even look at me." Pietro lands his hand on your shoulder to show you his support, "But don't worry, Piet, I decided to make something that will bring my girlfriend back," and without another word you rush to the bedroom, then to the bathroom.

You needed this shower; like, really, the day was exhausting with Wanda, who was in a bad mood, your mom, who pouted because you didn't want to cook with her, and Yelena, who almost killed you when she tried to show you how skilled she was with a knife. Yeah, you needed this time alone. After changing yourself, you rush to Wanda's room, but before you steal a rose from the bouquet Tony wanted to offer to Pepper (they won't see), you were here in front of the door, and you were... stressed? Yeah, of course, because you know she could decide to not forgive you or, worse, not talk to you, and that would mean you did all this for nothing.

'Knock knock' the witch looked at the door and waited a little longer before hearing someone knock again. "Come in," she said, and you opened the door. She saw your face and the apology look on it; she saw the rose; and she saw your smile when she didn't throw you across the hallway after seeing it was you. Honestly, she had already "forgiven" you, and she wanted to apologize. No,  she needed to apologize. It was not really your fault if they put letters on your locker, but it was too much for her.

"Hey Wands, I want to apologize for this morning. I should've known..." She cut you off.

"Y/n stop." and you did "You don't have to apologize; I should do it, and I'm sorry. I knew it was not your fault if you received those letters, but I was scared that maybe you would want to be with them, so I acted like a child. I know I shouldn't be jealous or something; I know you love me, but I needed to be mad at someone, and I can't hurt people, so I was mad at you. You didn't deserve it, and I'm really sorry. Forgive me, Y/n, please."

You were speechless. You came to apologize and remind her that she was the only one you wanted, but now you didn't really know what to do, so you had to improvise. "Okay, I accept your apology on two conditions." She nodded hesitantly. "One, you took this rose because I think I cut myself with a thorn." She took the flower carefully, and she smirked. "And two, I want you to kiss me; like, really, I missed you all day. I start to know what Tony feels when Pepper is busy with work—"you were cut off when she crashed her lips against yours.

When she pulled away, you wanted to complain, but you both heard a voice from the doorframe: "It was like the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life." Pietro said you both blushed before you noticed what he had in his hands.

"Pietro, what do you eat?" You asked and secretly hoped he would not say what you thought.

"Oh, someone made the dinner and we were about to eat that's why I'm here." You were about to say something, but the speedster was... faster. "I don't know who prepared this paprishka, but it's pretty good." he look at Wanda "not good as yours but it's good you should taste"

"Pietro, that was not for you," they both looked at you, "it was for my date with Wanda," you added, and the witch blushed. Suddenly, Yelena appeared next to your best friend.

"Y/n, they are ruining your date with the little witch," she said, and then looked at the boy. "Oh, is it good?" She asked, and he nodded, "Good because we spent a lot of time to do this." She then looked at you and said, "You should come to eat and have 'family dinner'." She made air quotes, and you laughed.

When she and Pietro left to eat, you were alone with Wanda. "I think I hate them," you said, and she chuckled.

"We both know it's not true," she replied.

"Yeah, but I wish I could."

"If you hate them, can you keep loving me?"

"Always," and you kissed her. "Now let's go before they finish everything." You stood up and started to walk to the kitchen.

"Y/N?" Wanda called you, and you turned around to look at her "I love you."

You blushed. "I love you too, Wanda," you replied, giving her an air kiss. "Now the first at the kitchen, choose the film for tonight." You started to run.

"Hey, that's not fair!" the Sokovian started to run too. "I hate you, Y/N!" she yelled.

"We know it's not true!" you yelled back.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Fright Night

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Reader beware, you're in for a scare 👻

Synopsis: The annual Private Garden Halloween party doesn't go exactly as planned when Shloob doesn't realize the location he picked for the party is actually haunted

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by my baby @softtcurse 😘💕

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“I found the perfect place to go before our Halloween party.” Shloob confessed as PG were all sitting around waiting for him to say where they were going.

Every year PG hosted a Halloween party and it would rotate every year who was responsible for finding a location for it and from there everyone would set up everything and invites would be sent out at the beginning of October.

“And where is that?” Yasmin curiously asked from her spot on the couch next to Urban.

“It’s called Terror Heights and it’s an amusement park that’s Halloween themed.”

“I-..... now you already know that I do not do scary shit like that.” 2fo said while looking over at him and shaking his head.

“Stop being scared, it’s going to be fun.”

“Fun? By whose standards? I’m not interested in someone chasing me with a chainsaw!” Quiiso said while looking at Shloob. 

“What the….? It says that they can come close to you, but they can’t touch you on the website.”

“I think we should go, it’ll be fun and then we can go to the mansion and have the Halloween party.”

“I don’t know about this. Why do I have such an uneasy feeling?”

“Because you��re a big baby who can’t go anywhere without her husband.” Ace answered while looking over at you.

“And? What about it? I have absolutely no shame. And does everyone have their costumes? We might as well wear them to the amusement park so that way we don’t have to worry about changing.”

“Yes! I’m going as Brat doll!” Luna exclaimed and Yasmin was immediately on board with that idea.

“Oooh, I did that last year. I’m going for a cowgirl and of course Urban is going as a cowboy.”

“So you can ride him like a rodeo later?” You asked while wiggling your eyebrows.

“Y/N!!!!”

“What? I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true! Shit, I’m about to do the same thing to Jack!”

“Here yall fucking go! Will yall cut it out just for tonight?”

“No.” You and Jack said both at the same time and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“Well I’m going as Captain America.” 2fo said and you smiled. The two of you had been doing some serious binge watching when it came to Marvel movies as of lately.

“I’m going as Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors.” Nicole added and you smiled with that being one of your favorite movies.

“Mine is simple. Michael Myers. A classic.” Ace said while smiling. 

“I’m going as Prince. I got a whole wig and everything.”

“Shloob, I look forward to seeing that. You wearing the heels too?”

“You’ll find out later. No spoilers.”

“I’m surprised Jack and baby girl aren’t going as a pad and a tampon.” 

“SIGMAAAAAA!” Urban yelled and everyone busted out laughing. 

“What are you two even going as?” Quiiso asked while looking over at the two of you.

“I got me a Georgia peach just like Bowser.”

“MARIO AND PRINCESS PEACH! I LOVE IT!”  Yasmin exclaimed. 

“I’m going as MJ.”

“Michael Jordan or Michael Jackson?”

“Heehee bitches!”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you Nemo?” You said as you busted out laughing.

“Okay Quiiso that just leaves you. What are you going as?”

“Hamburglar from McDonalds!”

“I can’t wait to take pictures.”

.All of you were now walking into the amusement park ready to explore and you were holding onto Jack’s hand for dear life.

“Baby? Don’t tell me you’re scared already?”

“Shut up, Jackman. Not helping.”

“I’m going to be with you the entire time, mamas. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Will you two come on?! Yall are slowing us down already and Yasmin! Who told you to wear them tall ass heels to the amusement park? Ma’am what if we have to run?”

“A bitch can run in heels just fine and besides, Y/N’s heels are taller than mine!”

“I had to look cute!”

“Which you do baby.” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss you.

“CUT.THE.SHIT.NEOW!”

“Okay, is that the house of mirrors? Let’s go.”

“No, the fuck I’m not.”

“What the hell is wrong with yall? Nothing bad is going to happen, come on.”

Everyone followed Shloob into the house of mirrors and you spent time making funny faces at Luna who was laughing at you.

“Damn Y/N, this mirror captures your actual height.”

“Fuck all the way off 2fo before I kick your ass.” You said while you laughed and playfully pushed him. 

Once all of you exited the house of mirrors, everyone was looking around for Nemo or should we say Michael Jackson.

“Where is Nemo?” You asked while looking around at the group and everyone shrugged.

“I coulda swore he was right behind me.”

“SEE??! I KNEW IT! THEY ABOUT TO PICK US OFF ONE BY ONE! WE ABOUT TO DIE!”

“Dramatic much, 2fo?”

“But we seriously need to find him. No man left behind.”

“Shit, it’s every man for his fucking self. Ain’t nobody tell his ass to get lost.”

“NICOLE!”

“DID I LIE!?!”

“Somebody has to go back in and get him.”

“Over my dead body. Somebody call him because issa no for me dawg.”

“Yall are terrible.” You said while whipping out your phone from your bra.

“Damn, Y/N, what else you got in there?”

“That concerns my husband and no one else. And my weed is in there” You said as you were now dialing Nemo’s number.

Straight to voicemail.

“I don’t understand, it went straight to voicemail.”

“Oh shit, here we go.”

“Will everyone calm down and act like they have some sense? Jack, go back and get him.”

“WHAT?! WHY ME?”

“NO! YOU AREN’T SENDING MY HUSBAND OFF TO BE KILLED!”

“WHY ARE YALL SO DRAMATIC? IT IS LITERALLY A BUNCH OF MIRRORS!”

“Then you go, Luna!”

“Fine!”

Just as Luna was about to turn around and go back, Nemo came from around the corner stuffing his face with cotton candy.

“Are you serious?! Where the hell did you go?!”

“To get cotton candy obviously.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us?! Or get us any?!”

“No, yall got legs and can walk over there just like I did.”

“I’m done with yall, anyway can we keep going? What’s that up ahead?”

“Don’t know but I saw a clown and Quiiso does not do clowns.”

“Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

“Does it matter? I SAW A CLOWN!”

“OMG I SHOULD HAVE DRESSED UP LIKE PENNYWISE, YOU’LL FLOAT TOO BITCH!”

“Y/N!!!”

“And Jack could dress up like Georgie. Oh yes, next year babe we’re doing it.”

“Oh, so I take it he didn’t even know about the other costume?” Yasmin asked you while raising her eyebrows.

“What other costume?” Jack curiously asked as everyone was making their way over to the haunted house.

“Umm…”

“She was going to be a dominatrix.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Well umm baby you still technically can do it later. I’m definitely down with the idea.”

“I-... will you two behave?!” Nicole exclaimed as screams were now heard from the haunted house in front of all of you.

“Nope.” You said as you hid behind Jack and Yasmin hid behind Urban.

“A bunch of babies, I swear. Let’s go!” Nicole said, trying to pry your fingers from around Jack’s waist.

“NO! YOU DON’T HEAR THEM SCREAMING?!”

“No one has died! Come on!”

“But how do you know that?”

“You are about to cut off your husband’s circulation from holding him so tight!”

“Fine.” You loosened your grip and followed behind Nicole while still holding Jack’s hand.

“Welcome to Terror Heights and I hope you enjoy your stay.” a lady who was dressed up as the corpse bride said as all of you entered into the house.

“Jack, you go first!”

“Yall been throwing me under the bus all night! Why the hell do I have to go first?!”

“Because you’re the tallest!”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!”

“All of you out of my way.” Nicole stated and moved to the front with you and Jack following close behind.

It was quiet for a few minutes and all of you were beginning to feel uneasy.

“Nah, it’s too quiet. Some shit about to pop off.” 2fo said while looking around.

Just then you heard the familiar sound of a chainsaw.

“OH HELL NO!”

The next thing you knew, a guy with a chainsaw was literally running behind all of you.

Shloob fell, Nemo tripped over him, Luna was nowhere to be found and you figure that she ran off awhile ago, Yasmin was screaming and ditched Urban and ran for her life with Urban yelling at her that she left him, Quiiso and 2fo were trying to duck and dodge the dude with the chainsaw, and Ace was doing mission impossible rolls on the floor while you, Jack and Nicole took off running leaving everyone else behind.

“I AM NEVER FUCKING DOING THIS AGAIN!” You said as you were now running with one hand holding your dress and your shoes in your other hand.

“Almost there, AHHH SHIT GO FASTER! HE’S COMING, HE’S COMING!” Nicole said and she didn’t have to tell you twice. 

All three of you found the door that exited the house and led back out to the amusement park and Nicole immediately pushed it open with the two of you tumbling out behind her.

“That’s it. I want to leave NEOW!”

“Imma kill Shloob.”

It was about ten minutes before the rest of PG and Yasmin came out looking distraught.

“How the fuck did yall just leave us?!”

“You and Nemo fell. It’s every man for himself!”

“And Yasmin just left Urban to fend for himself.”

“Look, he wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I was like see you on the other side, hopefully.”

—

The annual Private Garden house party was now underway at the location that Shloob picked and everything was going perfectly. From the spooky alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks you made, bobbing for apples, finger foods that were shaped like actual body parts and the amazing decorations, you were pretty proud of yourself.

“Baby girl?”

“Yes, smush?” You asked as you turned towards Jack and he looked a little uneasy.

“Umm do you get like a weird feeling being in this house?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean something about it just feels off to me.”

“Don’t tell me my baby is paranoid.” You said while eyeing him. 

“Nah babe. I’m serious, something doesn’t seem right.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Come on and try to have fun.” You said while reaching up to kiss his cheek and going back over to where Luna, Yasmin, and Nicole were.

“Nas! Who are you dressed as?” Druski asked, clearly confused.

“Ice Spice! You can’t tell?”

“Obviously not, that’s why I asked.”

“And who are you?”

“Drake, obviously.”

“I-... I don’t see it. You look like the security guard I saw at the hotel the other day.”

“NAS!”

“WHAT? WHAT I SAY?”

“Have yall noticed that the lights have been flickering on and off since we got here?”

“It is an old house.”

“But, something feels weird.” Luna said while looking around and taking in her surroundings.

“I said the same thing.” Jack confessed while looking over at her.

“Yall stop trying to scare me. You know how I am.” You said while eyeing the both of them.

“Baby, that is the last thing I’m trying to do, I just…”

“Umm so when I was dropping off things here earlier in the week, I would set them in one spot and when I came back they would be somewhere else.”

“Oh hell nah, absolutely not.”

“And this place is not too bad during the day time but it still felt weird and creepy so I knew that this would be the perfect place to have the party.”

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

“You weren’t sleeping anyway because I’m tearing that ass up later.” Jack said before leaning down to kiss you. 

“Got damn it! Not now!”

“She has to put her dominatrix outfit to good use! Jack you just might cum in your pants when you see her in it.”

“YASMIN!”

“WHAT?! SHE LOOKS SO GOOD IN IT! WHAT DO I HAVE TO LIE FOR? SHE HAS A WHIP AND CHAINS!”

“What is this about a dominatrix outfit I hear?” Clay said while making his way over to where everyone was.

“Favorite Harlow child!”

“No, no, and no. Back up from my Georgia peach NEOW!”

“It's not my fault she loves me more.”

“You wish.”

“She confessed this info months ago.”

“Okay, you two calm down.”

“Imma beat his ass later.”

—

It was now around 3 am and a few of you were cleaning up and taking down decorations that you wanted to use for next year. You and Jack were gathering things up to take them to the car when the unexpected happened. 

"Baby…. Did you? Did you see that?"

"Mm hmm and you know good and damn well black people don't do ghosts."

“I told you that something wasn’t right about this place.”

“We need to hurry up and get out of here, now. I am not for the nonsense tonight.”

Jack made his way to the front door and tried to open it with no success.

“Baby, the door isn’t opening.”

“What do you mean?!”

“IT’S NOT OPENING! AT ALL!”

“FUCK I HATE THIS. I HATE THIS SO MUCH.”

Everyone came to see what all of the commotion was and you explained to them what was going on and what had happened. 

You took it upon yourself to pull up your phone and do a little research and when you had finished reading a few articles, you wanted to kill Shloob. 

"SHLOOB THIS PLACE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED?!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!? WE GAVE YOU ONE DAMN JOB!" You screamed and everyone began to freak out. 

"I DIDN’T KNOW! THE REVIEWS WERE GOOD!"

"THE REVIEWS!?!? SHLOOB YOU DIDN’T SCROLL DOWN FAR ENOUGH! PEOPLE HAVE SAID TO STAY AWAY FROM HERE!"

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" 

"DRUSKI SHUT UP! NO WE AREN'T!"

"THE DOOR ISN'T FUCKING OPENING SO HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT?!"

"Y/N! FLASH THE GHOST!"

"QUIISO THAT HAS TO BE THE DUMBEST THING THAT YOU HAVE EVER FUCKING SAID AND MY WIFE  ISN'T FLASHING ANYBODY BUT ME!"

"WHAT IF THE GHOST IS A GIRL?!"

"WHO KNOWS SHE MIGHT BE A LESBIAN!"

"WILL EVERYONE STOP YELLING AND LET’S THINK FOR A SECOND!" You said while trying to calm everyone down.

“WHAT IS THERE TO THINK ABOUT? WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!”

“DRUSKI GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!”

“Okay so apparently the ghost who haunts this place is named Amelia Wallace. She passed away here and apparently her husband went off to war and never came back and she was pregnant and a whole bunch of other shit but yeah.”

“I don’t care about her fucking back story, I want to go home!”

“Oh shit and it’s the witching hour! It’s 3 am.”

“It was nice knowing yall. I had a good twenty something years on this earth.”

“Luna! Quit it!”

“We just have to figure out how to get out.”

“Windows!”

“Nah, she’ll probably close the shit on top of us and cut us in half!”

“CLAYYYY!”

“Did I lie?”

“Just let me try the door again.” Nicole said and walked over to it. She turned the knob and it opened with no problem.

“That was too easy.”

“Welp, it’s been not fun. So LET’S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”

As Nicole held the door open, the rest of you were literally throwing things out of the door to put in the car later not wanting to risk getting locked in once again. 

2fo and Quiiso started to load up the car while Nicole was waiting for Yasmin to come out since she hadn’t seen her. Just then she heard a voice from behind her.

“Won’t you stay? I could use the company.”

All of the color drained from Nicole’s face as she turned around and was met with a young woman in 1800s clothing staring back at her.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Nicole then turned around and made a run for it towards where everyone’s cars were parked.

You and Yasmin then looked over at her confused.

“Nic? You okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Because I just did.”

Everyone proceeded to turn around and look at her in disbelief

“WHAT?!”

“Next year I’m staying home and eating candy.” You said while looking up at your husband who simply nodded his head in agreement. 

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Watching a Memory

Another chaotic Drabble that ended up nothing like I imagined it when I started writing it.

Enjoy (or not)

Oh yeah, contains a bit of swearing.

Yelena stood up and walked towards the window. Only stopping in her tracks once she reached the edge of it.

The night sky was indeed beautiful, yet she looked back inside, at what she was about to leave behind.

And as her eyes fell upon your sleeping body, she couldn’t help the slight pain burning inside her chest.

God she’s gonna miss you.

Miss everything that is you.

The way she loved you.

All of you.

Her thoughts were cut short as you turned in your sleep, ending up facing her.

Great, now she had a full view of your face. And oh, how much time she could spend simply staring at you without even realizing it.

The way your eyelashes fluttered when you dreamed. The way your mouth would sometimes hang open, in the slightest.

And the way she would stare at those lips without you even knowing it, making it seem just the more precious.

She didn’t want to go, but she had to. To protect you.

And she worried slightly when she saw a frown forming between your brows.

She was so fond of you and it ripped her apart to let you go. No, she was actually the one leaving you.

Without you even knowing.

And for a moment, she wished you would wake up.

Realize she wasn’t in bed with you.

Look up to her and pad the mattress beside you.

So that she’d cave into her desire to stay, cave in the way your eyes would look up at her in a pleading way that would make her heart break. Because if that indeed happened, she was pretty certain she’d be unable to leave you anymore.

Come on, just stay with her, man!

She was about to leave you behind.

I swear, this is overly dramatic…

She’s gonna miss your touch—

¡Oh! ¡Chica! ¡Quédate con la mujer!

… your smell.

Guys, I really think we should go…

The feeling of waking up next to you.

Wait! We’re getting to the good part.

“Screw it. I’m gonna stay here.” Muttered Yelena as she closed the window and walked back towards the bed. “And if they send people after Y/n, then I’m gonna just have to get rid of them all… What the hell… How could I even think of giving you up? Even for a second.” She was now going back into sleeping wear. “And who do they think they are to threaten me? I fucking survived the Red Room for godsake!”

She laid down under the covers next to you and immediately melted as you instinctively wrapped your arms around her.

Aw! Look at her! I’ve never seen Yelena look that soft like ever!

*cellphone rings*

Y/n : *steps off the circle and answered the phone* “Yes, hello?”

Yelena, through the phone. “Where the fuck did you guys go? I was gone for literally five minutes to go to the bathroom and you all just disappeared!”

Y/n : “Ah, baby. Sorry, we just went to an—“

America shaking her head profusely.

Y/n : “Uh, eat. We went out to eat…“ *looks at the twins who are currently snacking* “pizza balls.”

Yelena, through the phone. “Pizza-what?”

Y/n : “balls.”

Peter, Kate, Ned and America : *facepalming*

Mj : *covers the twins’ ears.*

Yelena : *sighs* “Listen, Nat just called me and the witch is picking up her kids early so…”

America : *gets the cue and opens a portal for the group to jump in and out back into the compound.*

Y/n : *hangs up as she gets out of the portal*

Y/n to Yelena : “You mean Wanda?”

*America closing the portal and high-fiving the twins.*

“That was so cool!” (The twins.)

“I’ll teach you Spanish next time.” (America)

Wanda : “Boys, mama is here.”

The twins, running to Wanda and crashing into her sides : “Hey mom!”

Wanda, hugging them : “Hi, how was your day? Did the older kids take good care of you?”

The older kids : *innocently smiling while hiding their sweaty palms behind their backs* (because she can read minds)

Wanda : *chooses to ignore the obvious and makes a mental note to never let her kids without an actual adult.* “Oh! And what is that?”

The twins, proudly : “Pizza balls!”

Wanda & the older kids : *smiles wavering*

Wanda to her boys : “Is that right?”

The twins : “Yup, and it’s from another universe too. Did you know we could cross the street when it’s red and…”

Peter silently nudging MJ and Ned to move along and leave with him.

While America creates her own portal to escape the fiasco that was about to unleash on them.

Leaving you, Yelena and Kate the only ones remaining.

Wanda : “Alright, you’ll tell me all about it once we’re home. Papa is waiting, he’s already done diner.”

Wanda + twins disappear behind the doors.

Kate : “Well that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna end. Uh—Guys? Hello?”

[writing-fanics]

. Peter Parker x Fem!Reader .

(Warning: no way home spoilers: angst: fluff: mentions of teenage pregnancy: poorly written action scene I suck at writing action)

(Part II of III)

(Y/n) smiled, as she watched the snowfall outside. Benjamin giggled as he played in the snow, making a mound of snow to make a snowman. She couldn’t believe he’s already four years old.

Time flies by so fast when you're a parent. She couldn’t help but wonder who the father is and wonder where he was. He didn’t look anything like her at all, he has, brown curly hair, brown eyes, a goofy smile, and the way he looked was so familiar.

Taking a sip of her hot chocolate; she looked at the hanging Christmas lights across the street, the colors of green, red, and white. Brought her into the Christmas spirit. The Christmas cookies are freshly baked, cooling down inside the apartment ready for Santa to enjoy.

“Mama, look it’s Snowy-Man!” Benjamin exclaimed. She stood walking towards the snowman and giggled seeing the Spider-Man mask she made for her son to wear. That is now placed over the head of the snowman.

“It sure is.” She said, picking up her son and kissing him on the cheek. “Ahh! Mommy!” He giggled, as she blew raspberries on his cheek.

“Okay. Time for bed sweetie.” She said, and he pouted folding his arms across his chest.

“I don’t wanna go to bed!” He shouted, and she gave him a warning look.

“Benjamin. For Santa to come you need to sleep.” She said, and he looked down and pouted.

“Fine.” He groaned. She smiled kissing her son on the cheek once more, before leaving the snowman and walking back inside. Dusting their clothes and setting them up to dry. She walked towards the bathroom and began to run the bathwater.

Waiting a couple of minutes and placed her son inside. As she bathed her son, he looked down as he played with his Spider-Man bath toys. “What’s wrong Ben?” She asked, and he looked down sheepishly.

“Why don’t I have a daddy?” He asked, and she looked down sadly. “I-It’s complicated sweetie.” She said, and he didn’t like that answer.

“B-But everyone at kindergarten has one. B-Billy has two.” He said, and she sighed looking down at the water.

“I-I know you deserve a daddy. B-But.Benjamin looks at me.” She said, placing her hand on her son's cheek.

“I had you when I was young. About to go to college and didn’t have anyone to help me except your Uncle Ned and Aunt MJ. As well as Uncle Happy.” She said, looking down stroking her son's cheek.

“You have so many people, who love you and look out for you. And you have me.” She says and looks down.

“I know you want a dad. But.. it’s just complicated right now sweetie.” She said, and he just nodded.

She drained the bathwater from the tub and wrapped her son up in a towel. After brushing his teeth, and getting his PJs on. He was ready for bed and climbed into his Iron Man-themed bedsheets.

“Okay, it’s time for this little Avenger to go to sleep.” She said, kissing him on the forehead.

“I love you, mommy.” He said, and she smiled. Placing the stuffed bear beside him.

“I love you too.” She said as she left the room. And he closed his eyes and fell asleep. She sighed, walking towards the closet and grabbing the already wrapped presents, and placing them around the tree.

As she arranged the presents, there was a knock at the door. Walking towards the door she looked through the peephole, seeing now one there she opened the door.

And gasped once she looked down, seeing a package addressed to her. Looking left and right, hoping to see the anonymous gift giver. For the past four years, she’s guessing the same person. Has been leaving gifts for both her and her son.

They were usually; money a couple hundred dollars, toys, jewelry, or food. She’d always been grateful for these gifts, sometimes struggling to get by. Yet she yearned to meet the mysterious person.

Looking at the festive package. She opened it and gasped when she saw the most beautiful necklace. A beautiful red rose charm is in the center of the piece of jewelry. “My goodness, how’d they-” She cried. Staring at the necklace, tears brimming her eyes.

“This is exactly what I wanted.” She cried, smiling. Putting it on she looked at herself in the mirror, staring at herself in awe.

Sticking to the walls is Peter; peeking through the windows. Doing his yearly check-up on (Y/n) and his son Benjamin, as well as leaving gifts for them. Something he’s been doing for the past four years, and each year he watches his son get older and older.

Smarter and smarter. His son looked just like him; a complete carbon copy of Peter Parker. He smiled seeing that she loved the necklace, he wall crawled his way towards Benjamin’s window. Benjamin held the stuffed bear in his sleep. Peter smiled, softly. Seeing how much he’s grown.

“Merry Christmas. I love you guys.” He whispered. As he swings away. Benjamin shot up from his sleep, turning towards his window he shrugged then fell back asleep.

........................

"Mommy, wake up it's Christmas!" Benjamin shouted. Climbing onto his mother and jumping on the bed. She groaned turning to the side, covering her head with the pillow. "Mommy!" He whined, and she sighed rolling her eyes.

"Okay. Okay. I'm up." She said, shuffling out of bed and putting on her robe. Walking over towards the desk she grabbed the mug. Walking into the living room, Ben's eyes lit up seeing all the superhero-themed wrapping paper.

He ran towards the Christmas tree grabbing the biggest present he saw and opened it. (Y/n) sat down on the couch, while watching her son open his gifts. "Mommy look!" He exclaimed, showing off his handmade Spider-Man suit.

"I helped Mrs. Claus make that for you." She said, smiling and his eyes lit up. "Thank you, mommy!" He said, excitedly. Running over towards her and hugging her legs, she giggled and patted him on the head.

He walked back over to the tree and began opening more gifts. Seeing him happy made her day, and was so worth it. Taking up extra shifts at the diner that barely paid her minimum wage, and was a toxic work environment was worth it. If It meant seeing her son happy.

"Hey. Ben wanna go to the Christmas parade in New York?" She asked, and he nodded. "Yeah!" He exclaimed.

"Okay, let's clean up and get ready." She said, and he nodded helping his mother clean up the wrapping paper and putting his toys away. After that they got dressed and ready, to go to the train station and get on the train to New York.

Sitting down on the train; she looked towards her son who's playing with his Spider-Man action figure. "I heard Spider-Man might be there." She said, and he looked towards her in awe.

"Really?!" He said, and she nodded smiling. Pulling her son closer to her and ran her fingers through his hair.

(In New York)

Peter looked out his window. He couldn't believe how big his son's getting as well as how cute he looks. He was such a good kid that listened to his mother and is so smart. (Y/n) though was still beautiful as ever, but seeing her raise their child by herself to keep them safe from harm. Was the hardest thing he ever watched, seeing her struggle at nights when he would just cry and cry.

Dealing with rude neighbors complaining about Benjamin's constant outburst, and almost getting kicked out because of it. Going to the university on only two hours of sleep or none at all. Sometimes luckily the university had the staff to help expectant parents, and she utilized them when needed. Luckily she had help from so many people, Happy, MJ, Ned, and even Pepper. Who would visit her at times with Morgan.

He sighed, as she suited up for the parade and exited out his window. As the snow fell outside.

(Y/n) walked down the sidewalk holding Benjamin in her arms. "Mommy, it's so crowded." He said, and she groaned in frustration as people continued to bump into her, "Excuse me," She said, over and over moving through the crowd to get to the parade.

"We're almost there Ben." She said as she pushed through the crowd. Eventually reaching, the fence and got in the front so her son could see. She then lifted him up on her shoulders.

Benjamin's eyes widened with joy, "Mommy! Mommy!" He exclaimed, pointing. "It's, Elmo!" He said. She smiled watching as the characters walked down the street waving and dancing, to the Christmas music. Kids clapped and cheered, as well as the parents.

"Your the best mommy ever!" He said, wrapping his arms around his mother's head and she giggled. Patting him on the leg, "And you're the best son ever," She chuckled.

As Benjamin watched the parade he raised his left eyebrow, sensing something then gasped looking up. "Spider-Man!" He cheered, and she looked up seeing the familiar blue and red outfit.

She smiled hearing her son's excitement, "Mommy! Look it's Spider-Man!" He screamed, the webbed superhero landed in front of them on the street. Waving at the crowds of people as they cheered, children screamed seeing their hero.

Benjamin clapped his hands and mimicked Spider-Man's web-shooting, adding in the little sound effects. "Hello, lil' guy!" Spider-Man said, walking over towards them.

"Hi, Spider-Man," Benjamin said, he couldn't help but wiggle around on his mother's shoulders. She picked him up and brought him down, closer to Spider-Man.

"I-I'm a big fan," He said, holding onto the rail, and (Y/n) couldn't help but stare at the hero, something about him seemed familiar. "oh, you are?" Spider-Man said, and the four-year-old nodded.

"Mmm-hmm, my mommy made me my own Spider-Man suit for Christmas." He said, and Spider-Man nodded, "Wow, you have a great mom." Spider-Man said, and Benjamin nodded. "He sure does," She said, looking up at the hero and smiling.

"Well, it was nice seeing you two Merry Christmas!" He said as he swings away using his web. She knew that her son would never forget this day. For it was the day he met his hero, Spider-Man.

After the parade; (Y/n) and Benjamin were walking down the sidewalk for the train ride home when all of a sudden there were screams, and the sound of something mechanical flying through the sky. Before she could even turn around and see what's happening; she was scooped up and immediately in the sky.

Benjamin started to cry in fear, and she tried to soothe him. She looked up towards her kidnapper and noticed, it was the Vulture. "Ah, come on you again?!" She groaned, in annoyance remembering him from when she was in high school. And who was stopped by Spider-Man.

"Your boyfriend Spider-Man ruined my family," Vulture says, and she just looked at him confused, "So I'm going to ruin it," He said, and she just stared at him.

"I-I have no idea what you are talking about. I've never dated Spider-Man. I knew you were crazy but not this crazy." She said, looking at him. As she rubbed Benjamin's back and he cried.

"Don't play jokes with me, or I'll drop both you and your kid right now!" He said, and she gulped looking down at Benjamin who's whimpering and shaking.

"I'm telling the truth I don't know anything, I've never dated Spider-Man. He's only saved me like he saves others!" She exclaimed, but the Vulture doesn't listen to her pleas.

"Let them go, Toomes!" Spider-Man shouted. Already in hot pursuit chasing after the escaped criminal, who just kidnapped his son and former girlfriend.

"Please, I swear I have no idea what you're talking about!" She cried, looking at him. "You were with Spider-Man when I made that building collapse on you, everywhere he went you were there." He said, and she looked down. Suddenly some of the memories started to flood back.

Blood covered (Y/n)'s face as she lay unconscious underneath the rubble. Peter used his strength to push the rubble off them and quickly went towards his unconscious girlfriend. He stared at her bruised and beat-up face, "S-Spider-Man," No that didn't sound right. She replayed it over and over. "Peter." She mouthed and gasped in shock.

Her heart sank to her feet, as she remembered everything that happened in Europe. Remembering the guy she met on the sidewalk that day, "Peter." She mouthed, tears brimming her eyes as she stared down at her son who looked up at her, with scared eyes. Those are the same eyes of the guy she met years ago, as well as the same features of the guy. "Spider-Man!" Benjamin cried, sobbing into his mother's chest

"Will you shut that kid up!" Vulture shouted, and she glared at him and just rubbed her son's back. Her gaze shifted towards Spider-Man who was frantically swinging using his web, to catch up.

"Just let us go, please! I don't know anything about Spider-Man!" She shouted, and the Vulture just glared at her, and then shrugged his shoulders and dropped them. She gasped in shock, as they fell through the sky

"No!" Spider-Man shouted, diving down to catch them. (Y/n) cried as she held onto Benjamin, tears brimming her eyes as she held her crying child. "Oh! Benjamin. I'm so so sorry," She cried, holding him close to her chest. She closed her eyes, getting closer and closer to the ground.

'Thwip!

She opened her eyes, gasping in shock seeing that they've been stopped by the web. She looked up wondering if it was Spider-Man but it wasn't. Benjamin looked up at his mother and grinned ear to ear. "B-Benjamin, Y-you." She said, in shock realizing the web came from him. He slowly lowered them onto solid ground.

"Are you okay mama?" He asked, and she just stared at her son in awe. And kissed him on his cheek over and over, holding him close to her chest. "My baby boy, I'm so proud of you." She says, as she places her hand on his cheek.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Eye of The Beholder

Summary: Five times Peter wished he could tell MJ she was beautiful, plus one time he did. (Raimi Spider-Man)

I.

There wasn’t a lot Peter understood about life right now. He didn’t understand why his parents hadn’t come back to pick him up yet, why Aunt May and Uncle Ben had slowly but surely been moving all of his clothes and toys and things into their spare bedroom here. They had started calling it his room now, like he didn’t have his own bedroom at home with Mama and Papa.

He didn’t understand.

(Or maybe it just felt too big and scary for him to face.)

When he saw the moving truck, he had imagined for some reason that it was the rest of his stuff being delivered to his room here. It caught him off guard when it drove past him to park in front of the house next door; maybe that was why he was completely unprepared for what came next.

Another car followed in the truck’s wake, the backdoor swinging open as soon as it was at the curb, and Peter was so startled by what emerged that his toy robots slipped through his fingers. A girl—a really, really pretty girl who had started glowing as soon as she was in the sun. Her red hair looked like it was about to catch fire, folds of her fluffy white dress spun dizzily around even whiter skin and her eyes were the exact same shade of blue as the sky today.

Was that where she came from? Had she driven down from Heaven to visit their neighborhood? She looked just like one of the porcelain cherub figurines that Mama used to display on the bookshelf!

“Aunt May!” Peter gasped, scrambling across the driveway to tug on her hand as she finished putting recyclables in the bin. “Aunt May, is that an angel?”

Following his wide-eyed gaze, May chuckled in surprise. “Oh! Well, I don’t know, sweetheart! Why don’t you go over there and ask her?”

He might have done just that if her mother and father hadn’t picked that moment to come out of the front seats. Little heart flip-flopping in his stomach, made nervous by the man’s size and the woman’s irritated expression, Peter opted to hide behind Aunt May’s leg.

~

II.

Peter would learn later, when she introduced herself in front of the first grade class, that her name was just as pretty as she was. Mary Jane. He had never known someone with two first names before; that made her even more special.

Their classmates knew it too; it was no wonder they all wanted to be her friend. Peter spent the better part of recess trying to muster his courage to ask her if she wanted him to push her on the swing but one of the other boys shoved him into the sandbox and got to her first.

After blowing grains of sand from his glasses, Peter could at least watch her have fun. She was wearing another fluffy dress, blue like her eyes. None of the other girls looked as good as she did in fluffy dresses.

The teachers must have noticed the same thing because later that year, they made her Cinderella in the school play. Sandwiched between his aunt and uncle in the audience, Peter rocked as he watched her scenes with the terrible stepsisters.

They were just playing pretend but that didn’t prevent him from feeling hot and sick when they pushed her around and called her ugly. It was unfair. It was wrong. She was pretty even when she was wearing the servant outfit one of the moms had put together with towels and garbage bags.

She wouldn’t be in rags forever. When she donned her sparkly princess costume for the ball, Peter stared for a solid five seconds—then he startled both himself and his guardians by promptly bursting into tears.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Aunt May whispered but he was too overwhelmed to answer. People in the nearby seats were peering over at him, which only made him sob harder, so Uncle Ben scooped him up and took him to the back of the theater.

When the play ended they spotted Mary Jane in the foyer. “The star of the show!” Ben noted, propping Peter on his hip so he could see. “Do you want to say hi, Petey? You can tell her she did a good job.”

It would’ve been tempting but he was too wrung out from crying to find words. Sniffling, he tucked his face into Ben’s shoulder until she left.

~

III.

This was the year Peter was going to make a change, definitely, for sure this time.

Every time the Valentine’s Day class party rolled around, Peter swore that he would tell Mary Jane he liked her—and every time it seemed to get harder and harder. In second grade he’d misplaced her card when Flash Thompson knocked the craft box out of his hands. In third grade he’d accidentally handed it to Kathryn Caine, who had made a big show of disgust about getting a valentine from “puny Peter.”

Across the classroom MJ had given him a sympathetic look and a mouthed “Just ignore her.” Hunching his shoulders, he had mumbled back, “She sucks,” and MJ rolled her eyes in a “Don’t I know it” fashion. That had loosened some of the knots in his stomach.

This year everyone else would get the generic valentines that Aunt May helped him pick at the drugstore (although Harry would get the funniest one) and Mary Jane would receive something special, hand drawn. Peter barely slept, slaving over his colored pencils. He was proudest of how he’d captured her smile, the way it made her cheeks all pink. Now what to write with it?

Roses are red, violets are—Too cliché.

Your hair is red, your eyes are blue—Well, duh.

Slumping, he gave the picture another bleary onceover. What did he like most about her? Her kindness, compassion, her bubbly cheer, her perseverance, her bold stance against bullies, her sweet, strong voice, her dancing, the shining swirls of red and gold…

He wasn’t good at verbalizing his feelings. He had to make it simple and to the point.

You are my sunshine. Be my Valentine too?

The next morning, sleep deprivation and nerves had Peter shaking in his sneakers. He had folded MJ’s drawing to the same size as the rest of the cards so it wouldn’t be too obtrusive or obvious when he slipped it into her box. Harry snickered at the pun on his valentine, which warmed Peter’s clammy cold just a little until the big moment came.

The way MJ’s face lit up was everything Peter hoped for. She was beautiful, she was radiant, she was…glancing around like she didn’t know who to thank.

He’d forgotten to sign it.

~

IV.

There were many things Peter had grown to detest about Mr. Philip Watson. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were always telling him that he should look for the good in people but as far as Peter knew, the only remotely decent thing Mr. Watson had ever done was moving his family to this neighborhood. If it weren’t for that, he never would have known Mary Jane but everything else about Philip made it difficult to be grateful, much less compassionate.

Mr. Watson seemed hell-bent on making others suffer, especially MJ. He made it as dramatic and shameful and as public as he could without lifting himself off the couch; he always made sure his voice carried beyond the confines of their house so all of the people down the block would understand how ungrateful and pathetic and stupid his daughter was growing up to be.

He was a bully. Was there no safe space for Peter and MJ to be themselves without bullies around to tear them down?

“This is what you’ve been wasting my money on, you little brat? Well, allow me to be the first man to give you an honest critique: there’s never gonna be enough makeup to salvage whatever you’ve got going on there! You’re just like your mother, all flash and no substance. You may as well wipe all that cake off your face and take it to the nearest Goodwill.” His snide laughter spilled through the nearest wall to grate on Peter’s ears. “Aww, don’t start crying now, babycakes! You’ll ruin your mascara!”

If Peter were a bully, he might march outside, find the nearest hefty rock and hurl it through Philip Watson’s window. As it was, he could only look forlornly on as MJ slammed her bedroom door and sagged into her desk chair, burying her smeared face in her hands.

This morning the other girls were peppering her with eager questions about her eyeshadow. Flash Thompson had wolf-whistled at her, Harry had clicked his tongue, and Peter, as usual, had blushed and ducked down before she noticed him staring.

There was a pebble on his windowsill. He could flick it at MJ’s window, wave her over and assure her vehemently that everyone else loved her…that he loved her.

No. He suspected what she needed for now was privacy.

~

V.

There wasn’t a lot Peter understood about life right now. He didn’t understand why his body had changed so drastically overnight. It was the worst sleep he’d had in his life and yet somehow it had kickstarted puberty in full force? Not that he was complaining! It was the first time he didn’t get painfully winded when sprinting after the bus, the first time in his life that he didn’t need to wear his glasses (the first time his tormentors wouldn’t get a chance to shatter them and cost Aunt May and Uncle Ben another fortune to replace them.)

The world felt sharper, full of more refined sensations, like he was looking at it through a cutting edge microscope—and beholding Mary Jane this close, held securely in the crook of his arm, which definitely wouldn’t have been strong enough to catch her a day ago…That was an experience.

“Hey, you have blue eyes,” she commented, slight surprise tugging at her lips. “I didn’t notice without your glasses. You just get contacts?”

The first thing that came to his mind was “Not as blue as yours,” which wasn’t even an answer to her question. The second was “Thanks,” which was also not a valid response, but give him a break. He was a little busy processing the fact that his arm was still around her waist and she was smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back like the love-struck idiot he was, heart fluttering in his throat.

Her face was so close that he could see every freckle dusted across her nose, the perfect crest of her brows, the little laugh lines around her eyes. She was wearing her favorite pink lipstick, Deep Rose Sheen, which made her mouth look fuller, and in lieu of any rational thoughts she was filling his head with the scent of strawberries. It wasn’t caustically over-applied or sickeningly sweet like the lotions and perfumes the other girls used, just enough to lure a guy in. If his legs hadn’t been newly toned, his knees might have been knocking.

What was her question again? She had asked him a question, right? Good grief, he couldn’t remember.

“Well,” she concluded at last, looking a little amused as she pulled away, “see you.”

Not as clearly as he saw her.

~ 

+I.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Peter murmured, running his thumb back and forth over his wife’s face. He could feel her cheek go warm under his touch even before the soft pink blush had risen to the surface of her skin.

“Oh, I don’t know, it might have come up every once in a while. But feel free to remind me as often as you like,” she hummed, sky blue eyes half-lidded as she cracked a sleepy smile, and it was just as lovely even after he’d kissed away all of her lipstick (still that Deep Rose Sheen after all these years. She knew what they both liked.)

She didn’t need it anyway. No lipstick, smudged eyeshadow and hair mussed against the pillows and she still looked like an angel. He didn’t know how she did it or how he had come to deserve it but here she was, gracing him with her presence, loving him to pieces. If the city knew how easily their hero fell to pieces for her…but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Beautiful one I love,” he crooned softly, an echo of the song he had asked the dinner theater to dedicate to her earlier tonight. “Beautiful one I adore…Beautiful one, my soul must sing…”

His voice wasn’t really made for music like hers; even far beyond his teen years, it still had a tendency to crack at inopportune moments, but her smile widened at the words regardless and that was enough.

“You opened my eyes to your wonders anew. You captured my heart with this love, because nothing on earth is as beautiful as you…”

[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: Wow, that’s a full inbox… you up for answering a few asks, Mitchie? It might help distract you a little.

Mitch(3): Ugh… yeah, we can give it a shot…

L.S.S.: [laughing awkwardly] Ah... yeah, it kinda did, didn't it... The, uh, punch wasn't my proudest moment, but at least it all worked out in the end, right...?

Mitch(3): .........

L.S.S.: [barely audible] I said I was sorry...!

Mitch(3): .... So it was 'satisfying' for ya ta punch me in the nuts, Sally? You got a ballbusting kink I don't know about or somethin...?

L.S.S.: Nnno. It was satisfying as in, 'you were being a jerk and it resulted in some schadenfreude,' not 'I got off on it sexually'.

Mitch(3): Good. I know I'm a freak, but that one's a hard pass for me..... And.... [sigh] I... would have probably punched me in the nuts if I were you, too. Honestly, I didn't think you had it in ya. I woulda been impressed, if I wasn't busy tryin not to hurl....

L.S.S.: Yeah? ...Heh, you like that I have some fight in me, huh...?

Mitch(3): Yeah, it's... kinda hot.... but that doesn't mean you can do that again!! Uck, I feel bad enough as it is...

L.S.S.: Don't worry, I don't plan on it. [pats Mitch(3)s back]

L.S.S.: Woah! Uh… MJ, that’s… quite the new look. 

Mitch(3): Daang Polly, you look fuckin cool! Didn’t fuck up the bleach job after all, huh? ....Wait, did you… bleach your skin, too? Uh, maybe I spoke too soon…

L.S.S.: Iiii don’t think that’s quite it… Um, well, if it makes you feel better MJ, I’m not exactly human anymore either. A lot of people I know aren’t! It’s definitely got its drawbacks, but it’s not all bad… it just takes some adjusting. I’m sure you’ll get used to it and find the silver lining after a while! ….once people stop trying to hunt you down… good luck with all that, by the way… 

Mitch(3): Oh yeah, you're an animal, Sally... [laughing] Geeze, what are you guys on about? It’s not like they’re a werewolf or an alien or something…

L.S.S.: It’s a weird multiverse, Mitchie. I keep thinking I’ve seen it all, and then it keeps on surprising me…

You take care, too MJ. Keep us updated.

L.S.S.: Oh, she's got us covered. Like... so covered, I feel a little bad about it? I hope you guys are all chipping in for this stuff... I'll have to remember to send her a thank-you card after all this...

Mitch(3): Aw yeahhh, some cool stuff might cure what ails me... lets see what our sugar mommy sent us todayyyy...~

L.S.S.: Yup, looks like we're stocked up for a while! Thanks again, Meadow! The food and the shampoo both smell great, kinda nostalgic, actually... and the buckets have already gotten a fair amount of use.

Mitch(3): Yup. Five Stars, will throw up in again. ['ok' sign]

L.S.S.: Does any of the food sound good to you?

Mitch(3): The edibles~

L.S.S.: The food.

Mitch(3): [grumbling] .... hrmmm... I think I'll stick with the classic for now... [barely audible] Soup sounds like it won't be too harsh if it comes back up, too...

L.S.S.: Chicken soup with a side of bucket, comin' right up.

Mitch(3): [sigh] He suuure is....

L.S.S.: Yeah, I'm.. kind of wondering if that was a good idea, from a safety standpoint. I'm a little worried we're shocking your system too much...

Mitch(3): Soooo, the edibles...?

L.S.S.: Those might help take the edge off, but I don't know how much they would help chemically...

Mitch(3): You got any other ideas, then?

L.S.S.: Welll....

L.S.S.: Meadow also sent this, before... yesterday... [barely audible] I know she said she liked cinnamon rolls, and it's a neat story, but this just looks like a stomach ache waiting to happen to me...

Mitch(3): EEEEYYYY, MY SUGAR MAMA COMIN THROUGH WITH THE SWEET STUFF~ Aww, you're sooo good ta me, mommy~ [kissy noises]

L.S.S.: Okay, no. No. Don't be weird.

Mitch(3): Aww, but I just can't help it! You know I LOOOOOVE cuties that give me sweet treats that make ya feel all warm inside....~ [laughing]

L.S.S.: NO. Doooown, boy. Bad.

Mitch(3): .....

[barely audible]....Okay, so we do have some kinks in common... [laughing]

L.S.S.: ....... [sigh]

Okay, soup first, then shot. And this is the only bottle, so you might wanna spread it out.

Mitch(3): Whatever you say, nurse....

L.S.S.: It's 'Doctor'.

Mitch(3): ....Can't she send more, though? This is only gonna last me a couple-

L.S.S.: Mitch.

Mitch(3): Okay, okay! Fuck, goddamn....

.....

Hold on... [gets up from the couch]

L.S.S.: What are you getting?

Mitch(3): Here...

[Returns with a second shot glass, pours L.S.S. a shot]

L.S.S.: ......

Mitch(3): .....Tsk, c'mon, Sally-cat! Ya haven't had a drink with me all week! Didn't ya say somewhere in that crazy story a yours that you still have a couple drinks once in a while...?

L.S.S.: Well, yeah, me and the sixth Mitchie drink and smoke a little together sometimes.... but this is supposed to be like your medicine right now. I shouldn't take any.

Mitch(3): But I want you to have it... no strings attached, right? Just this one? Pleeease? It'll be fuuun~

L.S.S. .................

...............

[barely audible] Ooof, that is loaded....

...............

......Eat your soup. We'll talk after that...

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hope ur ok | mj

a/n: this one was rather sad fatima the whole series is sad 😭 really. this goes too everyone feeling alone, feeling invalid, not feeling like they belong here: ily and you're here for a reason. i'm proud of u for hanging on, and for you to continue living! ily ily ily! you're valid, heard and deserving of love and comfort. and like olivia said, sometimes family is just blood. sometimes there's no bond and it's ok bc you should be around people you feel comfortable with, not the ones connected to you just bc of blood. currently going through the same joruney of learning to love me, and if i can do it you can too!

happy pride!

summary: her parents hated who she loved.

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of homophobia and sinning

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SOUR m.list

“how’s matt?” there’s a silence for a second after the words leave your mom’s mouth, your fork hitting your plate the only sound in the room. you blink rapidly, trying not to show your discomfort. chewing and swallowing down the food, you cough and register her words, thinking for the right answer that won’t get you in any trouble.

“he, uhm, left school,” you lie and quickly stuff your mouth with more food. she raises her eyebrows, setting down her fork.

“but, you said he was your best friend? so how come he doesn’t come over anymore?” she shakes her head. you cough once again, not knowing what to say. if you say the truth, you’d betray his trust and you can only assume what your mom’s reaction is.

“he’s,” his parents sent him to a different school because he came out,”he moved. i think a week ago? yeah, that’s why he doesn’t come over anymore.” you sigh and hope for her to stop questioning you. she hums.

“would you tell him that he’s still welcome? he was such a great boy,” she gushes and focuses back on the food sitting in front of her. you nod slowly, not daring to stare at her face. you place your fork on your plate, taking it and standing up.

“are you finished?”

“‘m not hungry anymore. had something to eat earlier.” you leave without further explanation.

you place the dirty plate into the sink, leaving the kitchen as fast as possible and walking to your room. you know your mom would’ve asked more questions if you stayed. walking away is the only right answer, for now.

being a female teenager in a strict religious household is shit, to say it directly. there are a lot of things your parents won’t allow you to do as a girl. not only because their religion says so, but also because of the stupid double standards a lot of parents have when it comes to girls and boys.

one of them being sex and relationships before marriage.

and to be honest, that isn’t a big problem for you. yes, some of your friends have already lost their virginity and some have been in one or more relationships. there’s nothing wrong with that, but it isn’t really your type of living. so when your parents never talk to you about relationships and sex because they think you’re not doing any of those, it also never ocurred to you to fall in love or have sex.

and there is one more thing seen as a sin. homosexuality.

this is a topic your parents never addressed, to this day. on one side, you’re happy and thankful. talking about such a sensitive topic whilst you’re trying to find your place could result in serious problems. such as finding out your parents homophobic statements, which they call “opinions and religion” you found out about three weeks ago after a session of talking about religion. it hurt, mostly because you’re trying to fight against the hatred you feel for yourself, but also because those are your parents. the ones supposed to support and love you the most.

the hate you grew up with, the one being expressed through words or actions. like the first time when you went shopping with your mom, and showered her a simply shirt, with a rainbow.

“mama, look!” you pointed at the shirt with a bright smile on your face, the rainbow on the white shirt standing out at first glance. she was standing behind you, going through different jeans in her hand she picked out for eleven year old you.

“what is it, y/n?” she came up to you and stood next to you, looking at where your eyes were leading. you show her the rainbow.

“see? it’s a rainbow! it’s like the ones you see on people. you know, the ones that also love others?” you say enthusiastically. she frowns, glancing at the shirt and back to your face.

“yes, but you know those are sins.” she turns around, leaving you frowning at yourself and staring back at the shirt, letting it go slowly as your mind tried to wrap around the fact that two people loving each other was a sin.

that was the first time you realized loving a girl is wrong, wanting to be loved by one is wrong. wanting to be held in her arms, kissing her, meeting her and laughing with her is wrong. being happy with a girl is wrong, it’s a free ticket to hell as they like to say.

but how is love a free ticket to hell?

having people, your own parents, not explaining it to you makes life so hard. it makes finding your place in this world, wanting to love yourself so fucking hard because everyday you wake up being reminded that your mere existence is a sin. that people are disgusted, that people would do so many unbelievable things to you and the person you love. because you love.

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her smile is so pretty. her skin glows in the sun, her eyes turning the color of honey when she looks up, face beaming and eyes filled with adoration for the world around you. your hand itches to take hers in yours, squeezing her hand and placing soft knuckles on her knuckles.

you love showing the people you love how much you care by taking them to different places you admire, telling them the meaning about it. there’s something so beautiful about sharing your favorite place with the person you love. it shows them that you care, that you trust them and believe they’d never betray you. you’d take her there. you wish you could, holding her hand as you walk her through the place and tell her how much you love her.

you grew up not being able to learn love, not being able to experience the love your classmates talked about when visiting school after their birthday because that special day feels like any other day, the only difference being getting a cake and sitting at the table, waiting for your family to finish singing so you could eat, open the gifts if there were any and go back to your room. it feels like this repeating day is a routine happening once a year, losing all its meaning.

this lead to experiencing hate, learning hate. learning to hate yourself for who you are because when kids grow up not hearing and seeing that it’s okay to love, they learn the wrong. they learn when they love they’re sinning and that their feelings are invalid, that their feelings should be taken care of with hate and hate only.

it took you years even to learn that loving mj wasn’t wrong. it took you years to wake up and see that it’s simple love. because why is ned allowed to love betty, but you’re not allowed to love mj because you both are girls? why is everyone so obsessed with being in your life and wanting to know who you care about? it took you years to learn that you love because you love, without reason. it’s your heart reaching out to hers every time she’s close, wanting her warmth to consume you to the point you could block out everyone’s opinions and hate, only hearing mj as she tries to bring you back to the real world only for you to continue being deep in love with her.

you love mj in secrets. with her, love is like love at first sight. it felt like in a movie, eyes locking for the first time as small smiles were exchanged and she wouldn’t leave your mind. later, you found out who she was and you started hanging out more. days after days, there were hang outs between you, her and two of your other friends. it was in a group of friends first, before you and mj started talking more alone, spending more time outside of school and her not leaving your thoughts.

which lead you to now. her head resting on your lap as you run your fingers through her soft locks, hand propping you up and leaning back on the small blanket on the floor. her eyes are closed, soft smile on her face.

“i’d stay like this with you forever,” she whispers, eyes opening slowly and squinting up at you. you sigh and throw your head back, leaning back until your back is flat on the floor.

“you know we can’t…” you mutter and close your eyes, running your hands over your face.

you’d do anything for her, give her the world even. you’d paint her like the mona lisa and work from day to night if it means she’d see how much you love her. you’d get ready for a war, fight every day for the rest of your life for her to see and feel your love, for her to see that you don’t even want to hide, but you need to because of the people. because of your classmates, of your parents, of your family. they’d never accept this.

“but this hurts, y/n,” she starts, sitting up with a frown on her face, shuffling away from you. you jolt up, hurt written all over your face when you see her face. you want to take her face in your hands, tell her that it’s alright and she shouldn’t worry about this. because you and mj, you two will stay together, right?

“i don’t want to keep hiding! this is- it’s painful.” her voice is quiet, her eyes cast down on your legs, where she was laying on just mere seconds ago. you know the pain she’s in. and although you’re hurting just as much, you’d take her pain. pray every night for her to be at ease and take her pain in, just to see her happy and not having to worry about you being seen with her. after all, she’s hiding because of you. and you feel guilty.

“i told you already. they’d never accept this and i ca-”

“we can’t even be outside, y/n. you keep turning around and checking if someone’s here in this park.” you sigh. you know she’s right, and you’ll have to admit it. she’s right about not being able to be seen with her. she’s right that at some point, your parents will find out anyways and it’s either they catch you, you tell them or somebody else does before you even get the chance to. and you could only imagine what would happen.

you clench your jaw, squeezing your eyes and pulling your knees closer to yourself. it hurts so fucking much having to keep this all a secret, and the guilt wrapping its coat around your heart is also getting bigger and bigger. you know that it’s okay to love, you know that you love her and you know you want to do this, but it feels so wrong. the feeling you got time ago when you thought about loving a girl is coming back, and it’s carving its way into your conscious telling you that you’re a disappointment, for hiding it from your parents and having feelings for her.

it’s scary having to tell judging minds you’re living the life, having a pretty girlfriend they’re all determined to hate and take away from you. slowly, it’s killing you when you think about their possible reactions, it makes you think that by being you, you could disgust them.

“maybe- maybe we should break up.” mj’s voice is unsure, you can hear her voice crack. her loose hair is covering her face and you can’t make out what she looks like. your heart picks up a pace, breath hitching as you feel that familiar feeling, tears welling up in your eyes.

“what? no,” you shake your head quickly, not letting her get away with this.

“i’m- how do you picture this, y/n? i have to hide with you, i have to lie when we’re at school. i don’t want this anymore.” she wraps her arms around herself, as if trying to shield herself from you. and it breaks your heart.

“what?” you breath out, disappointed. could you even be disappointed in this situation? you’re the one who’s not wanting to tell your parents, she’s allowed to be hurt and have a problem with it. but still, it hurts when your own girlfriend won’t get that it’s just too dangerous.

it gets so tiring when you grow up and notice how difficult love actually is. when you were younger, it was so easy. it was boys and girls, it was marriage. it was just you shouting “ew” every time you saw your parents kiss. love, now, is hiding from your parents. it is constant fights with them about who you are seeing and annoying questions like “what are you hiding from us?” and then trying to convince you to trust them. love, now, is all the letters of hurtful words you’ve read online and heard in real life thrown your way when it comes to loving a girl breaking you, burning through you like a cigarette and leaving open wounds that could break any second. and this is the second they did, when mj got up and started walking away from you slowly, you swiftly following her.

“mj! no!” you shout, walking to her and trying to grasp her wrist, only for her to turn around and swat your hand away.

“i’m sorry, i really am. but,” she takes a deep, shaky breath and looks up at the sky,” it hurts too much. i don’t wanna keep hiding.”

every day, you tried to keep those demons away. the demons you hear about, coming into your life and ruining it, leaving you crying alone and itching for love, for the love that just left you standing on the grass as she turned around and left. the door, the open wound, is so hard to close when the person you love helped breaking in, letting them in and play with your feelings as you ask yourself why you didn’t think this trough before falling in love.

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