#mamma may and her angel eyes

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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as social media quotes series part 41/?

The rest of the series

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Texts received by Daisy Johnson

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To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Eleven: Bedtime

Volpe never came, but Jason did his best to distract the children. “ I have a question for the table,” Jason announced. The children drummed on the table in anticipation. “What are this week’s big accomplishments?”

Cecelia raised her hand. Jason pointed to her. “I read a book with Papá this morning,” Cecelia announced. Everyone clapped and cheered. 

Katerina looked down at her plate. Jason nudged her. “Mamma made cups with me today,” Katerina whispered. Angelo giggled and kissed her cheek. Everyone always cheered and clapped whenever they shared their accomplishments at the table, no matter what.

Dinner ended on an upbeat note, and Jason helped Noemi put the kids to bed. They started with the girls. “Do you want a song or a story tonight?” Jason asked as he settled into the easy chair between the girls’ beds. Noemi rocked in the rocking chair beside Katerina’s bed, rocking Dario to sleep. 

Katerina and Cecelia exchanged a glance. “Cradle Song,” they answered. 

Jason looked at his daughters and smiled. “Did you say your prayers?” Jason asked. They nodded. “Lullaby and goodnight, with roses, bedight/ With lilies o’er spread is baby’s wee bed/ Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed/ Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed.” Jason’s voice was soft and gentle, whispering almost too low to be heard. The girls shut their eyes while Jason repeated the song. It took him four times to get them to fall asleep. He kissed their foreheads and smiled. 

Jason offered to take Dario from Noemi as he helped her to her feet. “Giasone?” Noemi whispered. 

“Yes, dolce metà?” Jason replied. 

“What are we going to do when we have this baby? What if the baby comes while the kids are asleep?” Noemi questioned. 

“I’ve planned for everything. Don’t worry about that… Dario smells wonderful… He’s smelled brand new longer than all our other children,” Jason whispered. Noemi smiled as she followed him to Angelo and Domenico’s room. Soon, it would be Dario and Domenico’s room. 

Angelo sat in bed, wearing his glasses as he read a dual-language book, while Noemi offered both boys a kiss and settled into her chair. “What’s the book of interest tonight, Angel?” Noemi asked.

“War of the Worlds,” Angelo answered. Jason hummed with pride.

“How do you like it so far?” Jason questioned. 

“Didn’t you know real aliens, Papá? Were any of them like this? ” Angelo asked. Domenico said his prayers and sat in bed, eagerly anticipating a story about his father’s past. 

“I did. I knew aliens, warriors trained from birth, and demi-godesses. I knew all sorts of people,” Jason answered. The stories didn’t interest Jason like they did the children. Angelo set his book aside. Jason glanced at Noemi. She nodded. Jason sat in his chair, holding Dario as he shut his eyes. “ When I was a boy, I joined my brother’s friends, who were all so different… But one thing is always the same with everyone, human, alien, and animal alike… We all have bad days. An Atlantean, a speedster, an alien warrior princess, a human warrior princess, a lot of other people—. And you know what? They were all more spectacular from far away… Not to say they weren’t special. Everyone is special, but they weren’t unattainable. They had normal problems and dreams but took on the responsibility of protecting others. Do you know why?”  

“Why, Papá?” Domenico asked. 

“Because they’re kind?” Angelo questioned. Jason pointed to Angelo and nodded.

“Exactly. You don’t have to wear a cape or have powers to be kind, though. You could speak up when you see something bad happening. You could be a good friend who listens and cares. You kids are my heroes every day,” Jason whispered. 

“How?” Domenico asked. 

“You make me smile and worry about me if you think I’m hurt or upset… And you never make me feel bad for being silly,” Jason whispered. 

Domenico yawned. Jason crouched beside Domenico, still holding Dario. “I love you so much, Domenico. Get some rest and have sweet dreams for Mamma and me,” Jason whispered. He kissed Domenico’s forehead, and Domenico kissed his cheek in return. 

“Mamma’s sleeping,” Domenico whispered. Jason grinned. 

“Looks like I’ll have to come back and carry Mamma to bed,” Jason smiled. Angelo turned the light down and kissed his father goodnight before grabbing his arm. “What’s the matter?”

“I need to speak with you in private,” Angelo whispered. Jason nodded, knitting his brows with concern written all over his face. “Nothing’s wrong. I had a question.” Jason relaxed his shoulders and kissed his cheek. 

“Five minutes. Can you wait for me to put Mamma and Dario down? I promise we’ll talk in the living room in five minutes,” Jason whispered in reply. Angelo smiled. “Okay.” Jason crept down the hall and set Dario in his crib in his bedroom before carefully carrying Noemi to bed. 

Noemi stirred. “Mmm… Giasone, you could’ve—.”  

“I don’t mind… I’ll be right back. I need to speak with Angelo. He wanted to talk to me privately,” Jason explained. Noemi pulled her blanket up and drifted off. 

Jason crept to the living room and sat on the couch with Angelo. Angelo still wore his glasses on as he moved closer to sit under his father’s arm. “Papá, you told me you’d help me do whatever I wanted to do… And I’ve decided. I want to be a doctor,” Angelo announced. “And I want to know if you think I can do it…”

Jason hooked an arm around Angelo’s neck. “If it’s what you want to do, I know you’ll do everything possible to accomplish your goals… And I’ll make sure you have everything you need. You’re in the right family for it. Mama’s a great doctor,” Jason smiled, “Let me know what you need… And I’ll be there for you.” Angelo hugged Jason, pushing his face into Jason’s chest. 

“I was scared you’d be disappointed,” Angelo whispered. Jason rubbed Angelo’s back.

“Angioletto, your dreams mean the world to me. You’ve always surprised me with the things you do. I can’t wait to see who you become as you grow up,” Jason smiled, “But one thing… When you grow up, you’ll make time out of your busy schedule to call your old parents.” Angelo giggled. “Is anything else bothering you? You seem different today.”

“Papá, will we ever get to meet your family?” Angelo asked. Jason sighed. 

“Um… I can never say no because I’m not sure,” Jason replied, “But I don’t plan on it. I might not be home when you get home from school, but don’t go to the gym. I’m working on a surprise for Mamma.” 

Angelo looked at Jason with wide eyes and an anticipatory grin. “Can you keep a secret, Angioletto?” Jason asked. His son nodded excitedly. “I’m going to invite her brother and sister over for dinner. You can’t tell anyone. Not anyone.” 

Angelo kissed his pinky and linked it with Jason’s. “Okay, Papá. I won’t say a word. I love you. Have sweet dreams,” Angelo replied as he returned to his room. 

Jason climbed into bed with Noemi, and she reached behind her. “You’re tired—.” 

“I can wake up—.” Jason laughed, leaning over her to kiss her cheek and rub her belly. 

“Angel wants to be a doctor like his mamma. I’m too proud to think about—.” 

“He told you that?” Noemi asked. Jason nodded. “Finally, one of the kids thinks I’m cool.”

Jason chuckled. “I think you’re cool,” Jason mumbled, “I’m glad I met you when you did. If we met when I was young… You would’ve been horrified.” 

Noemi laughed. “No. Giasone, you’re always the most beautiful man in the world,” Noemi giggled as she kissed him.

[kwesixnasele]

Sometimes I think of my relationship with my partner, and how the woman that I have been praying for was always right there in front of me (not in the literal sense of course.) But we would talk for years and joke and play around, but it never dawned on me that this could be the woman of my dreams (I know, I'm being too dramatic but please allow me.) This got me thinking, what if the things you have been looking for where right there under your nose? Like you could have been asking God for something, and yet God had already answered your prayer and presented that thing before you. But because you are unaware, you could have been ignoring or rejecting that thing you have been praying for. Like sometimes we just lack awareness. How many women have missed out on a great guy just because at the time the guy did not have a posh car. And probably after a few months or years the guy became super rich and now it's too late to reconsider. Not saying that you should drop your standards or preferences, but wouldn't it be nice to sort of know which option would best suit you. There is something called "divine connections" where God himself connects you with the right people. And then there is another thing called "revelation" where God reveals something to you (which may even be hidden.) But we are not going to get into any of those concepts right now. While I'm thinking about all of this, I am reminded of a verse in the Bible, I will quote below; "My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge…"

Hosea 4:6 Imagine God's very own people are being destroyed because of a lack of knowledge. There are people who have died from a sickness because they did not know that there was a cure. There are people who have died poor because they were not aware that there were millions kept for them and yet they were not aware. They say if you know better you do better. They also say that knowledge is power. "I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all."

Ecclesiastes 9:11 Do you know that we all get the opportunity to win in life and achieve great things? The bible says "time and chance happen to them all". That is to say that we all get the opportunities. But now the main trick is recognizing whether that opportunity presenting itself to you will change your life completely or not. We are where we are in life because of the opportunities that we took advantage of, or failed to take advantage of. If you knew that, that opportunity would have changed your life, your attitude towards it would have been different. You would have done whatever was in your power to make sure that you would have taken complete advantage of it. In the bible we have a story of Jacob, who was on a journey to his mother's relatives, and decided to make a pit stop on the way and slept. While he was sleeping, he saw a vision of a ladder going to heaven, and on that ladder angels were going up and down between heaven and earth. In our times it would be a lift with two floors, earth being ground floor and heaven being the first floor. But what caught my attention about that story was a statement that Jacob had made to himself after seeing the vision: When Jacob awoke from his sleep, he thought, “Surely the LORD is in this place, and I was not aware of it.” Genesis 28:16 The main part I want to highlight from that verse is "I was not aware of it". In the same book of Genesis we find a story of desperation, Hagar (Abraham's baby mamma) was in the desert with her child and they were super thirsty and there was no water and they had lost all hope and they were prepared to die from thirst. An angel of the Lord was sent from heaven to help them in this situation. But the angel did not bring water or transport them somewhere out of the desert. The angel only opened Hagar's eyes to see the wells that had been dug by Abraham sometime ago. And it is interesting to me to notice that Hagar and the child could have died in the desert from thirst, yet there where wells of water next to them in their vicinity. "Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the boy a drink."

Genesis 21:19 It is my prayer that God would help to be aware of everything that is meant for us, so that we do not miss anything but make the most of everything meant for us according to his will and purpose. That we may duly enjoy the life that he has prepared for us on earth and in heaven.

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@i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away I was thinking specifically of Anything Is Easier

Does anyone else think about the moment May would’ve had to call the team and inform them when Coulson finally passed away?

I like to think she called Daisy first, but I doubt that. I think she would’ve called Mack. I truly believe that she would’ve wanted him to be the one to break the news to the others, and be there for them when they found out Coulson was really gone. Daisy most of all.

Daisy, who would’ve most definitely immediately isolated herself to grieve alone regardless, because that’s how she deals with things like that (me too girl it’s fine)

I just can’t stop thinking about how they all would’ve felt. Yeah, they knew it was inevitable, but that wouldn’t have made it hurt any less when it did actually happen.

Imagine May’s eventual ride back to base without Coulson. Imagine her going back inside knowing that he’s not going to be there greet her, and he never would be again.

IT’S SICKENING. SICKENING, I TELL YOU.

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I just remembered that one part of season 7 where May hugs Daisy

Gif by @daisyssousa

And it makes me so happy. It would have been easy to have May’s empathic ability without consequences— she can direct it where she wants and use it as a superpower. Instead they handled it like they handled inhumans in season 3; she can’t turn off her ability and sometimes it has side effects she doesn’t want. She can read everyone, like her own family, all those scientists in 7x05, and everyone in the bar in the 70’s. That’s something AoS does very well— giving us consequences for superpowers. They are not without practical side effects, and they are sometimes devastating. Daisy’s abilities break her bones if she’s not careful. May gets overwhelmed with everyone else’s feelings (which, how interesting when that’s something she’s struggled with even before the powers. Manifesting characters’ existing struggles in their abilities is very cool). It’s the kind of thing you mostly see in fan speculation, but not as much in canon.

All this to say I’m glad we got to see May’s empathic ability in relation to the team. We don’t just see it when it’s necessary for the plot, it’s consistent throughout.

And all THAT to say, how wonderful that May gets to read Daisy. A lot of their relationship is told in subtext throughout the seasons. Giving May an empathic ability gives May and Daisy the opportunity to tear through those layers of fear and just let them love each other (as MOTHER-DAUGHTER, Bee). It was really nice to see May get to literally experience how much Daisy loves her. Can you imagine if season 1 May could see that?

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Mhmmmmm just thinking about Victoria getting pregnant by Sonny… they’ve been having their affair for a while by then and absolutely in love with each other and have such hot steamy sex but also soft romantic sex, Victoria being the only woman who could ever settle Sonny… and she decides she isn’t that bothered if she did become pregnant by him as there are redheads in her side of the family so she could easily have a redhead baby too… The great thing is that nobody notices or realizes the affair or secret relationship between them… Victoria can’t get enough of Sonny and she loves his huge cock so much that when Michael fucks her she wishes it was Sonny… they do have an affair baby though and it’s a little girl Luciana who looks just like her mamma and as Sonny and Victoria can’t get enough of each other she ends up pregnant again by him and it’s a little boy called Angelo (the saint’s son is the angel get it?) and he looks like a mix of Victoria, Vito and Giuseppe and takes his height from Sonny but Victoria says it’s from her side of the family as her brothers are tall

The Victonny prompt of all Victonny prompts… 😶😶 The request in itself says more than I can ever possibly summarize here. 😅 What can I say except enjoy to all of you eager Victonny shippers? 🥵😈 But also… Oh my God, I honestly had to re-read this submission over twice because there is SOMETHING in this prompt related to the canon fic coming up in the next chapter of Moth to Flame: Part II. 😅😂

“Oh my G-God,” a barely audible whimper passes your lips as you keep your arms wrapped around Sonny’s shoulders—still wincing from the aftermath of your last orgasm.

With Sonny’s cock still buried ten inches deep into your pussy, the two of you gaze at one another through lazy eyes—dazed from shockwaves of pleasure.

As both of you attempt to catch your breaths, an intimate silence follows through as both you and Sonny look into each other’s eyes.

Six months into this affair with no regrets, no remorse and certainly no guilt, Sonny looks down not just to see his sister-in-law whom he’s always appreciated and had been close to, but the woman of his dreams; the woman whom Sonny secretly wishes was also the woman of his life.

It’s no longer about sneakily meeting up or inconspicuously making plans to see each other and warm each other’s beds, but a blossoming absolute love solidified by both of your mutual feelings.

Sonny only breaks eye contact with you for a split second to glance down and watch himself slowly pull out of you, prompting a little whine from you as Sonny’s cum oozes out of you instantly—filled up with four rounds of sloppy, messy, unprotected sex and your brother-in-law’s cum instead of your husband’s.

Sonny may as well have redefined the word “affair” for you, because you certainly wouldn’t use it’s current meaning to describe the bond the two of you have formed throughout half of the year.

What spouted from loneliness, desperation to be loved and adored while experiencing nothing but the bitter sting of being touch starved resulted in what you thought would just be a harmless one-night stand instead resulted in an affair past just sex.

Santino “Selfish” Corleone as Sandra calls her husband in bed—or at least did right up until Sonny stop sleeping with Sandra entirely and anyone else for that matter���Sonny became the opposite of whatever anyone told you, joking or not.

Sonny knows how to tease and please and if anything, he’s selfless in bed—prioritizing your pleasure over his first, always.

The sex never had to be a rough quick fuck to release sexual frustration; Sonny is neither just an outlet for you to use and you’re not just a hole to him either.

The soft, romantic nights spent with one another curled up over the satin bedsheets, breathily giggling, making sweet, gentle love to one another speaks enough to say just to what degree your affair has gotten to now with Sonny.

Sonny’s no longer just a distraction to you away from thoughts like guilt, remorse or even fear of being caught, but his presence and the thought of Sonny alone is enough to keep you calm and reassured you’ll be continuing your affair to your heart’s extend however you want it.

Michael isn’t a thought when you’re with Sonny one way or another. Whatever guilt or remorse you felt after your one-night stand with Sonny in New York died out a few days only to never return; something solidified the second time you and Sonny slept with one another.

Sonny’s a man who didn’t even settle for his own wife but he’d move mountains for you with his bare hands if you asked him to.

For you, he’d settle for the rest of his life if it meant he could hold you in his arms longer, and without having to do it somewhere so secluded and planned out.

In the embrace and presence of one another, all thoughts of consequence and repercussion cease to exist.

You both live a double life of intimacy and love but simply don’t care anymore; this is what you and Sonny want.

The two of you have never touched a condom either, to begin with. You don’t mind at all if Sonny impregnates you whether on purpose or accidentally—you’ll have him whenever, however, safe day or not.

You have plenty of redheads and curly haired nieces and nephews on your side of the family after all, and while keeping a regular sex life with Michael like nothing between you and Sonny exists to begin with, nobody can possibly question another pregnancy from you.

Six months in, there hasn’t been a single curious ear or eye on the two of you. No suspicions or curiosity raised whatsoever, giving you and Sonny ample privacy and opportunity to continue your affair.

You may be living a double life with two men—fucking one, married to another—but you certainly aren’t living a lie.

This is your truth and Sonny’s truth—it’s what you want, what you need and crave then and now onwards.

“I want you, I want you, I want you, baby.” Sonny groaned loudly, gripping your hips down to his as he let you bounce up and down on his cock. “Yes, yes, yes—fuck!”

With your cum gushing down Sonny’s cock yet again, you throw your head back and let yourself revel in the pleasure—being as loud as you want. “Oh my G-God, harder! YES! Sonny, YES! Right there, fuck me, fuck me!”

Sonny could already see the outline of his cock bulging through your pelvis, pushing through and abusing your cervix again and again.

That “monster cock” as Sandra called it and wanted nothing to do with brought you to the heights of ecstasy without fail each and every time.

The tip of Sonny’s cock already hit your G-Spot with every thrust and Sonny knew just how to get you in to a cumming, moaning mess by working his fingers over your clit while he fucked you at the same time.

‘Sonny… Santino…’ Your mind would easily cross back to Sonny when you had your thighs wrapped around Michael’s waist, having sex with your husband but imagining his brother fucking you instead—wishing oh so badly how it should be Sonny instead.

Of course, neither you nor Sonny were surprised with the news of your pregnancy and only the two of you knew it was his and your baby instead of Michael’s—a secret that would stay a secret forever.

It made no difference to you and if anything, only brought more joy to the family to welcome a fifth child and your second daughter at that.

Sonny loved the name Luciana for a girl and teased you enough about it when you’d barely be able to stand and get out of bed with all of Sonny’s cum trickling down your thigh, so it was also the same name you chose to name your newborn daughter.

Despite being an out of wedlock affair baby, you and Sonny certainly didn’t think so nor were there any further or new growing suspicions either.

“She looks just like you,” Michael chuckled, unaware he was holding his brother’s daughter in his arms instead of his own. “She’s beautiful, Victoria.”

The second pregnancy coming six months later was just the icing on the cake. It made Michael happy to see how eager you were to have your family grow again despite the fact you were carrying Sonny’s child for the second time.

You gave birth to your fourth son whom you named Angelo nine months later and while the baby’s looks were from a mix of Victoria’s family such as your eyes, Vito’s smile and Giuseppe’s nose, you already had the perfect excuse for height related questions in the future.

There was no doubt your son and daughter would both be much taller than your biological children with Michael, but it was undeniable that all of your brothers are very tall to begin with.

There stands to be nothing to question your affair or the legitimacy of your two new children joining the family back to back. Michael suspects and knows nothing, just as it should be and both you and Sonny refuse to break off the endless desire and passion the two of you have for one another.

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Vote S.H.I.E.L.D.’s tired parents!!

Match 10, Round 1: Phil Coulson and Melinda May vs. QSMP Philza

Submitted kids:

Phil Coulson and Melinda May: Skye(also known as Daisy Johnson, superhero alias Quake); Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons

QSMP!Philza: Tallulah and Chayanne

Propaganda under the cut!

Phil Coulson and Melinda May:

Skye refers to them as 'Mom and Dad' fighting in the first season, Coulson claims the team members to be her family after Skye is near-fatally injured, Coulson scolds Simmons for eating poorly while undercover---basically the whole show!

QSMP!Philza:

He has one government assigned adoptive child (Chayanne) and then adopted his biological son’s government assigned adoptive child too and keeps being assigned dad-coded for various other characters

[1-800-iluvhockey]

mamma mia series summaries!!

dancing queen - m.estapa

mark surprises y/n with a trip to vegas with all of her friend group for her 21st birthday. pulling out all the stops for his girl, she falls even harder for him after these three years of being together.

angel eyes - t. bordeleau / m.samoskevich

y/n is in a dilemma. she is falling hard for one but is haunted by the angel eyes of her ex…. will the eyes of her love stop her from finding a new beginning?

mamma mia - j.drysdale

jamie is forcefully invited to a greece vacation by tz in the off-season, and has the time of his life on the beach. who knew that a little sun couldn’t hurt jamie drysdale? until y/n and her girlfriends show up on the same beach…. TZ & y/n’s best friend plays matchmakers for the troubled couple.

sos - l.hughes

clueless best friends. clueless y/n, head over heels luke….. can she see his s.o.s signals?? can he see the love in her eyes?

lay all your love on me - j.hughes

jealousy, scandal, high fashion & lust…

our last summer - o.power

owen takes y/n on a long vacation in paris before going into the nhl. now a year later, she reflects on how that vacation changed everything.

the name of the game - m.barzal

y/n is at a loss after a gossip article seals the suspicions she had about mat…

take a chance on me - e. edwards

one summer. 8 weeks. boathouse & the estapa family. ethan meets the estapa sibling that he has never met in person, and he falls for her hard…… will he get a chance? will he change her mind?

gimme gimme gimme -t.bordeleau

thom & briss take on mykonos in bachelor week, and party to the break of dawn. a certain song plays and thom gets hypnotized by the abba chorus….. and the hips of her.

one of us - m. samoskevich

a huge fight outbroke before mackie signed with florida, and he still waits for her call every single day. y/n feels hopeless— until an opportunity pops up and may save her from drowning in the memories of him.

super trouper - m. knies

matty and y/n have two completely different career paths when they cross for the first time. matty likes her a lot and she feels the same; will the lights blind them? or will love seep through the blinding lights?

knowing me, knowing you - m.estapa

mark gets the chance of a lifetime, and y/n doesn’t want to stand in the way. love may not be enough when the dice is rolled…

voulez vous - k. johnson

kj is tired of her playing hard to get. the game is being overplayed too many times… he wants it to finally go the way he wants it— so he takes control.

does your mother know? - b. brisson

brendan brisson has always been a charmer, but is he charming enough to win over a movie star? a movie star filming in vegas on a new project…. who knows…. age is just a number, you know? (4 year age gap! I didn’t want to write anything too gapped out, sorry)

my love, my life - n.blankenburg

y/n & nick have been in love since the end of freshman year. going through all the milestones together; to their firsts, their senior nights, their engagement & now wedding planning…. they finally get to get married. nick’s plan is to incorporate her favorite things in the ceremony without her knowing…. 💖

slipping through my fingers - hughes family

y/n has always felt like the black sheep of her perfect, hockey family.. and now 5 years after all her brothers left… she is now engaged to another hockey player who she met in college, and is about to graduate college. the boys decide to surprise their little sister during the off season with a week at the lake like they did when they were kids……. so they can reconnect again.

[mistaeq]

One scoop of Bucci gang HCs for the first time quiet reader bursts out laughing in front of them please!

Bucciarati Gang: with a Quiet s/o who Bursts out Laughing

TW // none

Thank you for your request! Bucciarati Gang, my favourite dorky compatriots <3 hope you enjoy, I had fun writing these!

Bucciarati Gang with a quiet s/o who bursts out laughing in front of them, neutral!s/o

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GIORNO GIOVANNA

You first burst out laughing in front of Giorno when nature itself betrays him and he can't stop sneezing because of the pollen coming from a flower he had grown himself. Karma? An unlucky day? You may never know.

Having been with Giorno a lot, you learnt that plant's effect isn't dangerous, so you can look at your boyfriend getting mad over sneezes, and he's absolutely hilarious. You're sorry that this is happening to him, don't get it twisted, but seeing his chill behavior get lost for this mess is priceless.

He's not only pissed off because he keeps on sneezing, but he's also pissed off because he'd totally like to hear that unexpected laughter of yours clearly, without his sneezes covering it every now and then. He doesn't know when this chance might ever come back, and he wants to clearly hear you.

His frantic and clumsy moves while his nose keeps on betraying him cause his perfectly donut shaped hairstyle to ruin, golden locks falling on his forehead and his braid becoming a messy load of fluffy hair covering his neck.

"Y/n... will you..." sneeze. "..w-will you stop staring..." sneeze. "..it's kinda embarrassing... m-mamma mia..." sneeze. "..but no... no, don't stop laughing... p-plea.. a.." s n e e z e.

After he manages to stop sneezing, his shocked look and his red cheeks let a last giggle come from you, as you hold him tight and leave a sweet peck on his nose. You caress his hair, you find him so attractive even without his signature hairstyle, and that's worth some sneezes, isn't it.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

You first burst out laughing in front of Leone when you hear him curse in front of his mirror because his clothes won't fit him anymore. His chest was too broad.

Abbacchio chose not to use curse words in front of you, that's why when you catch him red handed, swearing and cursing at his clothes, you can't help finding him funny. As soon as he hears you laughing, he winces and turns around.

"Fuck... come on... why won't this fit..." he was pulling the irremovable fabric on his shoulder. "Maybe my chest is now too big... what the hell, come on... mamm ro Carmn... [Neapolitan dialect for: Carmine's mom. Not a cute thing to say. It's an angry neapolitan "mamma mia".]" then, he heard you laughing, and winced.

When he sees the big smile on your face when you lovingly laugh at him, he's petrified. He hates hearing this type of laughing, because it's the exact thing Mista and Narancia do all the time. But on you? You sound so happy and relieved, and Leone likes it. For real.

He just stands there, half his chest and a shoulder being naked, looking like a disheveled princess. Too funny. He huffs and ignores you, to make you think he's annoyed. But you know him too well, and know that if he's hiding his face, it's because he's actually smiling, too.

You hug him from behind, looking at your reflection in the mirror still in front of him. Abbacchio looks over his naked shoulder, right where you are, leaving a tender kiss on his skin, before giggling once again. He turns around, and kisses you, leaving his purple lipstick all over your cute mouth. He likes your laughter better, like this.

GUIDO MISTA

You first burst out laughing in front of Guido when you're practising together with cooking. And he just can't believe it, when you laugh so hard just for a pun of his. You are baking some good bread to share it with the gang.

He takes your hand and smiled. "Are you a garden, y/n?" Guido asks you, before throwing a handful of flour on you. "Because I feel like my love for you is FLOURishing!" you burst out laughing, holding onto him, spreading flour on his apron, too.

That genuine, happy laugh really warms his heart, he feels his knees get weaker and his negative thoughts fly away. He could listen to that forever. Mista is just so shocked. It takes for him a couple of seconds to realize what happened, before he finally holds you back.

Seeing you silent all day makes him kinda sad, and one of his dreams was making you laugh like that. He has been putting a lot of effort for that, but manages to do it only when he's his actual self, with a simple pun.

"My love for you is FLOURishing too, Guido..." you manage to answer, your cheeks obtaining a cute, irresistible red color, as you get on tiptoe and peck his beautiful lips. He's totally enamored, he's under your spell and can't believe you answered his pun so well.

When you get back to your work, he sometimes still hears you giggle, thinking of how bad yet cheesy that pun was. But it made you unwillingly burst out laughing, so you guess it's okay just the way it is.

FUGO PANNACOTTA

You first burst out laughing in front of Fugo when you see him getting angry over Narancia not knowing maths. Fugo promised himself and Bruno not to physically hurt Narancia again like what happened with the fork in his cheek.

This being said, the only way for Fugo to express his anger is screeching on his chair. When you hear that sound coming from your boyfriend, you can't hold back your laughter. It was so unexpected and someway unbelievably cute. Narancia is just scared.

Fugo hears the angelic bells of love in his heart, as if God himself came down from the paradise and graced his ears with your laughing voice. It immediately calms him down. But if he calms down, you stop laughing.

"Why isn't 8 ÷2 = 3? If I split an 8 in half I get a three!" after hearing Narancia mumbling those words, Fugo screeches again, and you giggle even louder. But you understand the poor boy can't keep on getting angry just to hear you laugh.

That's why you soon stop, approaching Fugo and resting your magical hands on his shoulders, giving him a massage because he's a great teacher and he's doing his best. His moans while you help him relaxing his shoulders make you shyly giggle too.

"Why does this sound sexual?" Fugo wishes he could kill Narancia. But he's too focused on your hands working on his shoulders to care, and quietly screeches as you giggle again.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

You first burst out laughing in front of Narancia when you see Fugo getting angry over him not knowing maths. Narancia is shook, kinda confused on why what he wrote isn't correct.

Fugo screeches on his chair, he promised not to hurt your boyfriend, who shows you his paper, looking at you with a questioning look, probably asking you why what he wrote is wrong. You burst out laughing as you read. Narancia is a complete mess.

As soon as he hears you, he completely forgets about maths for a second, focusing on the sound of your beautiful laughter. Narancia is baby, if the person he loves the most laughs, he doesn't care what's the reason, he laughs with you. Then, he kinda remembers why you started giggling in first place.

"For real though. Y/n, why isn't 8 ÷ 2 = 3? If I split an 8 in half I get a three!" after hearing Narancia mumbling those words, you laugh even harder, desperate Fugo witnessing your boyfriend throwing away his maths notebook and run into your arms.

You're usually so silent and he may never know when he's gonna hear you again like that. You two laugh together so much that you start panting, your faces red with big smiles and almost sweating.

"Why does this look sexual?" Narancia wishes he could kill Fugo. But he's too focused on your little giggles and your cute smile as you lean on his shoulder and kiss his cheek. He might be not so perfect in maths, but he's perfect in making you so happy.

TRISH UNA

You first burst out laughing in front of Trish after you trip on a piece of furniture and risk falling on the ground. But as soon as your body touches the ground, you feel it jiggly and soft, bouncing a little on it.

Just a moment before you thought you were gonna get a few bruises after falling on the ground, but now you're just there, happily bouncing on Spicy Lady's brand new jiggly floor and laughing out loud, staring at your girlfriend's surprised expression.

You've never laughed like that before, and Trish is pleasantly surprise to see that her stand's work has such a good effect on your mood and on you, in general. She might consider making more objects jiggly, if this is what you like. All she cares about is seeing you happy and amused.

"Tell me, y/n..." she gets closer to your figure jumping and loudly giggling, and stares at you with loving eyes. "Would you mind it, if I jumped with you too? You look like you're having fun..."

You couldn't ask for anything more. You moved a little to let Trish join you, grabbing both your hands and jumping along with you, finally laughing so you can see her beautiful smile, even though she's the one who cares about seeing yours. Your girlfriend would do anything for you... even disobey Bucciarati.

"You... you two had to clean the house while we were away... it was your turn, this morning!" the capo's jaw fell as soon as he saw the mess Spicy Lady had done. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, but what matters is that afterwards, you and her laugh together remembering Bucciarati's expression. Then, she kisses your smile in case it would take a lot for it to come back.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

You first burst out laughing in front of Bruno when his stand disobeys him and opens a zipper through a wall to reach for your room and cuddle with you.

His shocked face and Sticky Fingers's cute, happy sounds are too hilarious for you to keep a serious expression. You're so used to see Bucciarati as the authoritarian type of person who has everything under his control, but now he doesn't and he's quite panicking.

Even more shocking for Bruno is seeing how you actually let his stand cuddle with you, a warm laughter coming from your sweet lips, he loves so much. Music for his tired capo ears.

He can't help staring at you with a loving smile. Moments like these don't happen that much, and God knows when you're gonna do that beautiful sound again. He secretly thanks Sticky Fingers for doing all of this, but since it's his soul, there's no need to say it out loud.

"Your laugh is one of the best sounds my ears ever witnessed, tesoro. I might want Sticky Fingers to disobey me more, if this is the result..." then, he'd bring a hand of yours to his lips and kiss it, kiss your smile, kiss your precious laughter.

Even if you stop laughing, Bruno enjoys your little giggles while his stand strokes your hair and purrs when you caress its head. As the user feels what the stand feels, your hand caressing Sticky Fingers caresses Bruno too, and he'll eventually giggle with you.

[bernadettelovestokiohotel]

We fell inlove in the beauty of the spring.

Vance x Finney Fanfic Part 3!

When school ended,Finney was peacefully walking home,in hopes that his sister is feeling better,but still very bright that he has a new friend.

As he's walking,he quietly thinks to himself.

"Vance is so cool..He's buff..he's nice..he..has beautiful red lips..Like cherries.."

Finney paused for a moment.

"why am I feeling this way for a BOY?"

Then we have Vance,who was walking 4 blocks away.

"Finney seems so kind,way too much if I'm being honest.I cannot let anyone hurt him.I will not let that happen."

He thought as he tightened his fist.

"he also has beautiful eyes..he looks like an angel."

Without realizing,Vance turned bright red.

He ran into his buddy Bruce,who was known as the "Golden Boy" of the town.

"oh hey Vance!"

Bruce said as he smiled.

"hey Bruce.."

"you're all red,are you okay?"

By Bruce's sentence,Vance realizes he's red and starts covering his face.

"you can tell me if something's going on!"

Bruce added,trying to figure out what was wrong.

"fine.But you cannot tell anyone because I'll probably end up like Jesus on that shitty piece of wood."

"okay!I promise!"

Vance sighs in worry.

"I like someone."

Bruce starts jumping and being all happy.

"WHOS SHE???"

"that's the problem.I want to kiss a boy."

"aw!That's so cute!Who's he?"

Bruce said enthusiasticly.

"you..you don't hate me?"

"no of course not!"

"now tell me who it is!"

Bruce added,as he clinged onto Vance.

"do you know that Finney Blake kid?"

"oh yeah!We play baseball together!WAIT!"

Bruce gasps.

"OOOOOOHHHHH"

"what?!-"

Vance yelled to stop Bruce's screeching.

"he definitely likes you too!"

"he always stares at you,he talks to me about you..he said he wanted to kiss you one time!"

Bruce said as his smile became wider and wider.

Vance didn't know how to react.

"you're mistaken..he likes his lab partner he told me about."

"he's lying.."

Bruce said.

"it's fine."

"thanks anyways"

Vance said as he walked away.

"i really need them to get together."

Bruce thought as he smiled.

"I'm so fucking inlove with him."

Vance said as he walked faster and faster.

He enters his house,seeing it was empty.

"thank god that drunk bastard is gone."

He thought to himself as he went into the living room.

He left his bag and then headed to the cemetery that was not far.

He gets there,and sits next to a grave.

Diane Clarke Hopper

1947-1969

A loving mother and a wife

May the angels fly high with you

"hey mom.."

Vance said as he gets closer to the grave.

"I made a friend today.His name is Finney Blake.hes really nice."

He said as he smiled trying to hide the pain.

"and i have feelings for him."

He continued as he had tears in his eyes.

"i know what you're talking thinking...your son with a boy??What kind of shit is that?"

"but i do love him,a lot."

He leans his head on the grave.

"he reminds me of you."

And as expected,he bursted into tears.

"mi manchi mamma..mi manchi tanto.."

(I miss you mom..I miss you so much.."Vance is Italian cuz yes)

"I can't wait to be with you again."

He said as he got up and put a white rose on her grave.

PART 4 WILL COME LATER TODAY I CAN WRITE SO MUCH MORE AJAJJSUENDNDBDMS

[likea-black-widow-baby]

Coulson cares so much about Skye from the beginning I’m getting so emotional he’s so protective of her like THAT’S HER DAD

[hollanderfangirl]

She'll leave us |Harry Holland|

A/N: so this is based on a true story. My mom cried and made a whole ass scene just like this when I was two days old lmaooo

warnings: none

It had been two days since your little angel was born. She was the cutest and the most beautiful baby you had seen. You loved her so immensely that it made you wonder how it’s even possible to have so much love for someone.

Harry had been rejoiced all those months ago when you told him you were pregnant, and he was crying when he heard Amy’s cries in the hospital room two days before. He cried again when he held her, and it was so adorable that you started crying too, as if you weren’t already. He held her close to his chest all night, cuddling and kissing her forehead. You were too tired from the labor to even hold her so you fell asleep to the sound of Harry singing lullabies to your daughter.

Now she was in your arms, smiling in her sleep and making adorable baby noises. You gently booped her nose and kissed her, snuggling her closer. You couldn’t wait for what the future held. You thought about how she would be in a week, in a month, when you would celebrate her first birthday. You had already planned out everything to the detail about her first birthday party, that’s how excited you were. You wondered what her first word would be, Harry would definitely want it to be ‘dadda’ but you were the one who had her inside you for nine whole months and went through all the pain, you wanted ‘mamma’ to be the first ever words she spoke. You wanted to be the first person she would call out as she learnt to speak.

You thought how she would be as she would grow, would she be bossy as you? Or a dork as Harry? Children always learn from their parents, they’re always a true mirror of what their parents are. Even when they are totally different, there would always be more similarities than you realise. You remembered what your mother had told you once, when you were little, your mom would always keep her books on the top shelf because you would tear and ruin her books. One day she bought you your favourite story books and as you reached home, the first thing you did was running to the bookshelf and stepping on a chair, keeping the books on the top shelf. Your mom saw a mirror image of herself in you that day. She was shocked to see how you were unconsciously learning things from her, without even realising it.

You wondered what all things Amy would learn from you. Will she love reading just like I do? Or will she be into photography like Harry? Doesn’t matter. She can have the weirdest of hobbies and she will still have my heart.

She had already changed your life even before she came into this world and she would keep doing it again and again as the years will go by. How would she be as a teenager? You knew you were in for it good, remembering your teenage days. If she takes after me as a teenager, may god help us all.

What career would she choose? You were sure she would be successful in whatever it would be. Then she’ll leave us right? She’s going to have a job, and she’ll be busy, she’ll have a home of her own. She won’t be mine anymore. She’ll find someone else, and she would belong to them just like they would belong to her. And I will be so happy for her, my baby will be all grown up. And I have to let her go. After all those years, I have to let a piece of my heart go.

You didn’t realise you had started crying, you couldn’t bear the thought of your daughter growing up and leaving, although you couldn’t wait to see her grow up at the same time. You held her tight to your chest and were sobbing silently.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Harry ran to you as he saw you crying, his eyes full of concerned.

“She-” you choked on the words. “She’s going to leave us!”

“Who’s going to leave us?”

“Amy,” you looked down at her small face and cried more loudly.

“Babe…what do you mean, Amy isn’t going anywhere”

“No she will. Once she grows up, she’ll have a job and then she’ll get married and then she’ll leave us”

Harry let out a laugh. “Y/n… babe, she’s two days old”

“Bu-but time moves so fast, it’ll be just a blink of an eye when we’ll be remembering this conversation on her wedding”

“Oh darling,” he pulled you closer, stroking his hand over Amy’s head. “We have a lot of time, y/n. Don’t worry, till then we’ll cherish these moments. And when she does grow up, we’ll have all these memories. No matter how much she grows up, she’ll always be our baby girl.” He kisses you forehead. “Both of you, two of my favourite girls in the world”

"Are you sure, Harry?"

"About what?"

"About having a lot of time?"

"Of course, I know it's scary but we'll always be together. This is our family. Even when we'll be miles apart, we'll be together. Always"

You held onto that thought. Doesn't matter which corner of the world your little Amy would be, she would always be there in your heart. And you hoped you would be in hers.

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[kittysuicoffee]

Evil rewrite

Lila Rossi was a liar and a good one at that she just have tell what people wanted to hear and boom she have them under her complete control she was unstoppable until she met her… the pain in her rear end Marinette Dupain-cheng was the girl that could ruin everything for her she was a goddess in that school, but Marinette thinks she can take down a god. She will make her regret the day she stood up to her! But Lila didn’t want to put in more work than she have to do she tried to get Marinette expelled it almost worked. But no thanks to Adrien she had to make a lie to keep the girl in school she would have to make Adrien pay for that one day but not today.

Lila was in her room she had a journal in her hands she was writing down ideas to get rid of the pest. She marked out ideas when her mother called her. She rolled her eyes not wanting to deal what her mother wanted but got up anyway to see what she needed “yes mamma?” Lila said looking at her mother her mother looked worried about something “Lila do you remember your cousin?” Lila eyes went wide she nodded her head quickly Lila’s mother sighed taking a deep breath “we-well your aunt called me telling me that they are moving here to Paris to be closer to us.” “Really!?” Lila said excitedly Lila’s mother nodded her head Lila jumped in joy her cousin was coming! “Now Lila.” Lila’s mother said stopping Lila in her excitement “I know how much you miss them but remember they are not good people so be very careful around them especially around him.” Lila nodded her head in understanding Lila’s mother smiled “okay than I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” Lila smiled at her mother “okay mamma.” Lila walked back into her room she went over back to her journal she wrote something down and smiled. She may know how to get Marinette off of her back after all…

“I am so late!” Marinette exclaimed running out of her house she had over slept again this was the third time this week! She couldn’t understand why shadow moth couldn’t not send out an akuma late at night this was the third time! she made it to class when Mme. Bustier called her name “here!” Marinette said going to her seat that was right next to Ayla “Marinette girl you need to find a way to stop shadow moth soon so you could get some real sleep!” Ayla said in a whisper Marinette sighed “I know…” she whisper back Mme. Bustier clapped her hands together to get the class attention she smiled “okay class we have a new student!” the students of Mme. Bustier class whisper wondering who the new student is she clapped her hands again the class fell silent with that she turned to the door “you can come in now.” A boy with caramel brown hair walked into class his dull blue-green eyes scanned across the class room when he face the front of the class, he smiled it was a kind smile. “Tell us who you are.” Mme. Bustier asked the boy cleared his throat “my name is Alessandro Rossi. It nice to meet you all.” His voice was angelic.

Marinette blinked at the last name… Rossi? Mme. Bustier voice her confusion “Rossi? Are you related to Lila by any chance?” Alessandro turn to face Mme. Bustier with a nodded “yes. She’s, my cousin.”

Marinette mouth dropped.

Marinette watch Alessandro carefully not wanted to miss anything about the boy the whole class was surrounded the boy with questions Mme. Bustier clapped her hands together the class went silent “now class that was rude of you to do!” she turned to Alessandro “I am sorry about that Alessandro please take a seat next to your cousin. She’s in the very back.” Alessandro furrowed his brow in confusion “why is she in the very back?” “Oh, umm well the class we had change the seat so Lila could seat up front but there were some complaints on the seating…” Mme. Bustier said eyeing Marinette who blinked “so we have to go back to the old seating arrangements.” Alessandro shook his head “my cousin has a hearing problem you can’t just change the seats because of a student decided they wanted their seat back. That’s not right!” “I know that why I am changing seats again so Lila can be up front today I was planning on changing the seats after class went to lunch anyway!” Alessandro smiled “thank you Mme. Bustier.”

Marinette couldn’t believe her ears why would Mme. Bustier do this! Marinette was not going to let this stand she was about to voice her complaints when Mme. Bustier turned to her “Marinette! Why don’t you take Alessandro and show him around the school?” Marinette blinked in surprise she wasn’t quick enough to say no “great now take him and show him around!” “b-but-!” “Now Marinette.” Marinette looked down defeated she walked down the stairs to Alessandro she held out her hand her eyes showing skepticism “name is Marinette Dupain-cheng it nice to meet you.” “Alessandro Rossi it nice to meet you too.” He took her hand into his own.

When they came back Marinette and Alessandro was met with new seating arrangements Marinette turned to Mme. Bustier “your seat is in the back Marinette.” Marinette nodded walking to her new seat and Alessandro walked to his that was right next to Lila. “I can’t believe this!” Marinette exclaimed walking out of the school Ayla followed right behind her “well what did you expect her to do?” Marinette turned to Ayla “to say no! Lila doesn’t have a hearing problem!” Ayla rolled her eyes “we don’t know that.” Marinette wanted to scream at the sky why would Mme. Bustier do this? “Marinette?” Marinette turned to face Alessandro “can I talk to you alone?” n-!” Ayla cut Marinette off “of course you can!” Ayla push Marinette into Alessandro “I’ll wait for you girl.” Marinette looked at Ayla in shocked “go ahead girl.” Marinette sighed and followed Alessandro back into the school they went into the locker-room which was empty Alessandro turned to her “I can sense that you have a problem with me and my cousin?” “You damn right I do!” Marinette exclaimed pointing her finger into Alessandro chest “Lila is a liar! You fall for her lies and talked my teacher into changing seats!” Alessandro gasped “Marinette my cousin is no liar! She really does have a hearing problem!” Marinette cross her arms “prove it!” Alessandro sighed crossing his arms “Marinette you can believe her or not I just what’s best for my cousin.” “She can only have the best when she stop lying!” Alessandro sighed again “Marinette Lila told me about you.” Marinette eyes went wide “whatever she said to you is a lie!” Marinette said quickly Alessandro raise a brow “so she said that you’re a nice girl who is willing to help out your fellow classmate was a lie than?” “Yes! Wait no! huh?” Marinette was caught off guard by what he said Lila complimented her. Alessandro looked confused “so what was that a lie or…” “no she didn’t lie about that…” he smiled “okay than good to know!” he place a hand on Marinette shoulder “than I need you to prove that is true than…” he squeezed it hard Marinette wince at that looking into Alessandro dull blue-green eyes something was wrong. Something was very wrong “because if what she said wasn’t true about you… you well regret the day you met me…” the atmosphere of the room went cold fear was radiating off of Marinette which filled Alessandro up with glee “well Marinette I hope you and I become the bestest of friend throughout the school year!” he let go of Marinette and left the locker-room. After a while just standing there Marinette let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding her hand went to her chest she hadn’t felt this much fear since chat Blanc she jumped when the locker room door opened, she turned to face Ayla who looked at her confused “you okay girl?” Marinette nodded her head “yeah lets go…” Marinette quickly left the locker room going outside of the school she saw that Lila was getting into a pretty expensive car with Alessandro who looked back at her their eyes met for a moment he smiled and winked at her before getting into the car and driving away.

rewrote the story because I didn't like the first.

[likea-black-widow-baby]

band au where daisy is a famous indie-rock-pop artist

and she’s goin on tours n stuff

and so she finally, after years of making music by herself, gets a band to share the stage with <3

jemma plays cello, viola, piano

bobbi plays bass and guitar

may plays drums, hunter is their keyboardist and backup guitarist

fitz is their lighting/tech guy but is also listed on the website as the band’s recorder player (he has never been on a track not once)

coulson is both daisy’s adoptive dad and the band’s manager

mack is their head of security and bus driver and manages the crew

anyway just. imagine daisy getting super stressed during a performance and bobbi, during a guitar break, just coming up behind her and hugging her until she stops shaking

jemma has a solo as a brudge between songs and daisy likes to come sit next to her and rest her head on her non-bow shoulder

hunter and bobbi getting in a fight backstage and aggressively trying to out-play the other until intermission when mack sits them down in the dressing rooms and makes them work it out

fitz occasionally changing up the colours on stage, but making sure that daisy’s light is always lilac

the fans love how supportive coulson is, and sometimes he’ll come out during intermission and give out guitar picks/stickers/merch

daisy writing a duet and asking jems to sing it with her, but jemma is so so nervous and ends up playing her melody on the cello

all the fans livestreaming for the ones who couldn’t get tickets to the smaller venues <3

[dwellordream]

“Relations with real parents, of course, provided the context and often times much of the subterranean content of girls’ socialization. As the age of marriage increased, middle-class daughters resided for a longer and longer time with their parents. The historical literature has appropriately stressed the dependence of Victorian daughters, yet it has disagreed on how to interpret it. Historians of medicine and of the prescriptive literature have tended to stress the costs of such training in self-discipline, seeing girls’ exercises in self-suppression as the origins of a range of psychosomatic ailments.

With a more positive emphasis, historians of domesticity have emphasized the health of girls’ gradual socialization into the world of their mothers and grandmothers, depicting daughters and mothers ‘‘lolling [together] in placid domesticity.’’ The legacy of the Victorian home was more variegated than either vision allows, though, with maternal dependence often suppressed in accounts of actual lives. In some sense, the object relations theory of gender socialization was designed for the Victorian family. Nancy Chodorow’s argument about the ‘‘reproduction of mothering’’ assumes an asymmetrical family structure with mother at home and father at work. Unlike her brother, the theory goes, the girl learns gender behavior through imitating her mother, often blurring her own sense of self with her mother’s.

In this environment, affiliation and nurturance emerge naturally at the center of her identity. (Her brother needs to learn masculinity from a largely absent father and must therefore break abruptly from his nearest love object, his mother, in order to assume an abstract masculinity.) This insight about the blendedness of female identity in late-Victorian America helps to explain the anomalous position of mothers in many of the documents of girlhood. Frequently mothers simply did not appear in their daughters’ daily accounts of their lives. The absence of a mother in a diary often did not reflect her real-life absence. Instead, it was likely to suggest that she was omnipresent, part of the assumed background of her daughter’s life rather than its figure or pattern.

Even fictional accounts of girls and their journals acknowledged this absence. Mothers frequently emerged in diary accounts only to depart or to return or to get sick. In diaries from three different years in the 1880s, Mabel Lancraft, daughter of an oyster grower in Fair Haven, Connecticut, mentioned her mother scarcely at all. Her mother took an active role only in regard to three separate events: a contentious shopping trip, a trip to school as her daughter’s advocate, and her rare absence from home, which required that Mabel herself prepare dinner. It is in such moments as the last that daughters paid tribute to mothers and to their particular and often archetypal qualities.

When Bostonian Agnes Garrison was in New York and got an earache, she realized how much she counted on her mother in the normal run of things: ‘‘I don’t know when I have had such a hard time or when I have missed my dear Mamma so much. Cried as much for her as for earache. . . . There is nobody like Mamma when one is sick.’’ Southerner Lucy Breckinridge ‘‘spent the day’’ watching for her mother to return, and noted that when she finally arrived, ‘‘The house is much brighter now.’’

Literary critics have often noted the propensity of nineteenth-century female authors to ‘‘express hostility toward their mothers by eliminating them from the narrative,’’ in contrast to twentieth-century authors, who dramatized the conflict. One such contemporary observer was Florence Nightingale, who during her own crisis over her life purpose commented on how the novels of her age featured a heroine who ‘‘has generally no family ties (almost invariably no mother), or, if she has, they do not interfere with her entire independence.’’ According to the critic Carolyn Heilbrun, the removal of familial impediments represented wish fulfillment—a magical, fictive freeing from real-life constraints, especially those imposed by families. Girls’ diaries seem to have shared in both the plotting templates and the psychological bedrock which underlay such portrayals of familial displacement and liberation.

…So what do we make of girls’ frequent decisions to leave their mothers out of the record? We might conclude that a mother’s absence from journals and diaries represented the same thing as a mother’s absence from novels—an easy resolution to the need for imaginative space, without yet the daring demonstrated by such writers as Virginia Woolf, who confronted and considered killing the smothering, maternal ‘‘angel in the house.’’ The potency of the maternal ideal became especially apparent when mothers had died. Indeed, the death of a mother might be the initial inspiration for a daughter to write. Grief over a loss that often seemed equal to a loss of self found a ready outlet in one strand of girls’ autobiographical writing in which the spirit of the ‘‘angel of the house’’ was described, memorialized, and apotheosized.

The critic Elaine Showalter has observed that many Victorian women writers had lost, or were alienated from, their mothers. Showalter concludes that the resulting male-identification contributed to their careers. The diary evidence from the United States suggests another possibility—that the loss of a mother may have encouraged writing which was initially a form of communication with an absent or imagined ‘‘other’’ from beyond the grave. In such journals, the palpable agenda of the journal writer was to apply a salve of words and an illusion of communication to the intense aloneness of the orphaned or the motherless. When Helen Ward Brandreth began her journal, at the age of thirteen, she described herself (‘‘a low forehead, light hair and eyes’’), noted her age, and then recorded the next significant information about herself: ‘‘My Mama is dead, she died March 5, 1871, so my eldest sister May takes care of me.’’

The death of a mother during a girl’s childhood or youth distilled and romanticized maternal imagery. In their depictions of their dead mothers, girls concocted a powerful maternal essence which inhibited and censured with far greater impact than could any living representative. As such, dead mothers came to stand in for a potent superego—an angel in fact rather than simply in allusion. In Victorian America, the association of mothers with religious virtue, as a ‘‘channel of God’s grace’’ (according to Jane Tompkins), was a commonplace. For girls whose mothers had died, the association was fixed: mothers, feminine virtue, and an idealized but elusive better self.

…In some sense, idealizing mothers, especially dead ones, bespoke a universal urge for the perfect unity of the womb or before. In that sense, the strong identification and attachment between mothers and daughters argued by Nancy Chodorow and others was intensified by its arbitrary dissolution through death. Testimonials in diaries about lost mothers provide the words to suggest the bonds which often remained unvoiced in the diaries of the daughters of living mothers. Mothers were often absent from the record when present in fact, and most clearly articulated in the fabric and manuscript of self when they were in fact dead, sick, or away.

Whichever the case, the writings of Victorian daughters confirm the prolonged attachment of daughters to mothers with whom they shared a largely domestic sphere. Yet that primal bond of identification, encouraged by the Victorian separation of male and female spheres, was also subject to countercurrents from the culture of selfhood itself. As adults claimed a private self removed by propriety from public view or discourse, they taught those same values to growing girls. In theory, a girl told her mother all, and had no secrets. In practice, daughters, like their mothers, resisted expressing or confessing controversial emotions. In rooms and journals provided by their parents but taken for their own, girls, too, elaborated a layered culture of private secrets which sometimes pitted them against their mothers.

This was less true earlier in the nineteenth century. Parents claimed privacy for themselves but resisted giving it to children. Parents who had scrutinized their children’s writings for signs of grace earlier in the century were not indulging idle curiosity but fulfilling their highest parental responsibility to see to the spiritual salvation of their children. The substitution of character building for salvation seeking as the goal of adolescent socialization was a change in vocabulary rather than a revolution in parent-child relations. Adults’ increasing rights to privacy within their homes meant greater parental obligation to monitor children, rather than less. When parents took their children inside and closed the door, they gained sole responsibility for their upbringing.

…Yet the idea that ‘‘a secret is not a good thing for a girl to have’’ became harder to defend as Victorianism evolved to encourage the privacy of the individual. The surreptitious surveillance which we associate with Victorianism was the result of the twin beliefs in the abstract value of privacy and the responsibility of parents to monitor children. Motivated perhaps by the greater actual autonomy of their daughters, who were no longer constantly at their mothers’ elbows, and also by their own increasing responsibility for girls’ upbringing, parents were often interested in the contents of daughters’ diaries and journals. Although we think of the Victorians as inappropriately intrusive, their recourse to indirection was a sign of their deference to the idea of privacy. Earlier generations would have had fewer scruples about direct intervention.

As youths made the transition to adulthood, they at first felt guilty about secrets they kept from parents. Lucy Breckinridge neglected to tell her father about her engagement, and remonstrated with herself for the omission: ‘‘I am afraid it is deception, and yet, I cannot make up my mind to do it. I am a coward! I try to reconcile myself to it by arguing that if I am silent now, there may something occur to make Pa favor my plan and if I told him now, it would distress and anger him. . . . And then, all girls do it. Sallie Grattan did not even tell her mother! But that’s small comfort. I’ll think of it and try to make up my mind.’’ Lucy Breckinridge’s defenses of her secrecy in the 1860s lacked conviction. In resorting simply to fashion—‘‘And then, all girls do it’’—she was leaning on a reed so weak as to offend even her own sense of righteousness.

Yet at the same time, Breckinridge was offended at an incursion on her own sense of privacy. When a letter came into the house from Captain H., the man to whom she was engaged, ‘‘Pa got hold of the letter and read it and then sent for me to get it, a very bad thing in Papa.’’ When Lucy decided to break off with her Captain H., largely because of her parents’ disapproval, Lucy referred again to her father’s intrusion on her privacy: ‘‘Pa opens all my letters since Eliza’s alluding to Capt. H., and I have not a doubt was very much interested in the Capt.’s letter today.’’ It was wrong for her to withhold important information about her engagement from her father, Breckinridge seemed to feel. It was perhaps even worse for her father to pry into her mail, without her express permission, ‘‘a very bad thing.’’ The certainty of that last judgment suggests that girls were increasingly claiming a right to their own privacy.

As might have been expected between such a fiery duo, the etiquette and the morality of privacy also figured in the relationship between the feminist orator Lucy Stone and her diary-keeping daughter Alice Stone Blackwell. Perhaps not surprisingly, as in her campaign to restrict her daughter’s reading, Lucy Stone upheld woman’s self-sovereignty—as long as it did not extend to her daughter. In February 1872, when Blackwell was fourteen, her mother scolded her sharply for reading someone else’s letter. ‘‘Mama told me I had never done so naughty a thing since I was borne.’’ This strong rebuke upset Alice ‘‘utterly,’’ and she described herself going off to school ‘‘in a very low state of mind.’’ Several months later, though, the tables were turned. Alice recorded: ‘‘I accused Mama of scratching out something in my diary, and she confessed to having done so. We had a conversation which nearly resulted in my giving up keeping a diary and burning the old ones, but the affair ended satisfactorily.’’

Coming from the champion of women’s rights, Lucy Stone’s act of willful intrusion on her daughter is shocking. Not only had she read her daughter’s journal, but she had been unable to resist obliterating contents which displeased her. The conversation between mother and daughter nearly ended in a dramatic scene of destruction, with the daughter threatening to break off the edifying practice of journal writing and to burn the old ones if her mother couldn’t guarantee their privacy. Clearly, Alice had learned the lessons about the sanctity of privacy which her mother had been trying to teach her. Equally clearly, Lucy Stone was still participating in a nineteenth-century culture which exempted relations between mothers and daughters from the strict code of privacy which characterized relations between adults.

As late as the 1890s, Ladies’ Home Journal was still declaring the rights of parents to open letters addressed to a daughter, but even this conservative publication suggested, ‘‘This is seldom done where the confidence between the parents and child exists.’’ The controversy in the spring of 1872 between the women of the Blackwell family, like those of myriad other families throughout Victorian America, were skirmishes in a prolonged cultural conflict over the rights of daughters to identities separate from their mothers’.”

- Jane H. Hunter, “Houses, Families, Rooms of One’s Own.” in How Young Ladies Became Girls: The Victorian Origins of American Girlhood