#pee p. peter

[sphaliro]

I can't eat today because I have a colonoscopy tomorrow I'll be put to sleep for. Ulcerative colitis continues to suck, but it's nowhere near as annoying or painful to drink as around this time last year for the same procedure when in Part 1 of the Hospital Arc. Peepy for scale, of course.

Thank you all for your patience. I apologize for the spam of such things, but things will hopefully improve soon.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

A Disastrous First.

Pairings: Wanda x nat x R (platonic)

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: Reader is on a mission with the team and it’s the morning before they leave to go into the bush for a bunch of days to camp to stakeout a base and reader gets her first period. Bad timing.

TW: periods (idk if that needs a warning lol), blood, vomiting, exhaustion, cramps, embarrassment, swearing (very little tho)

A/n this is based partly off personal experience lol

“So are there any questions before we leave?” Steve asked. A chorus of mumbled no’s came from the group and Steve clapped his hands. “Alright everyone go to the bathroom and then we’ll head off. The campsite has already been setup.” He continued to talk but your weren’t really paying any attention. You felt odd.

After the meeting ended you stood and followed the team out of the room. Everyone went back to their rooms to finished packing and go to the bathroom before getting on the jet. Fury would be coming with to pilot the jet back to the compound as it drew too much attention for a week long stakeout in the woods.

Hydra had a new covert based and Steve posed all the avengers come with the camp out in the woods. It really only needed about two people for the mission but Steve insisted after all it had a been a long time since the group did anything as a team.

You finished packing a bag with basic supplies. You were the youngest on the team. About half a year younger than peter who was fifteen which left you at fourteen and a half. After all the team couldn’t not accept you after your past. Hydra had given you powers that couldn’t be ignored. Fire and magic made it hard to fit in at times but after you met Wanda you grew better control over them. Not as good as her yet but still impressive. She had much more time spent training hers than you.

You set the duffel bag on the edge of the bed and walked to the bathroom.

“Shit.” You swore. Internally panicking. You knew you were a bit late and most of the other girls in your year had gotten their first periods but you hadn’t expected it now. You had no supplies, and you were about to leave. You got lost in your own mind. Could you ask Wanda? A knock came from your bedroom door.

“Y/n? Steve needs us all at the jet now he sent me to get you.” Nat called through the door.

Dammit. You folded some toilet paper and placed it in your underwear. You could ask Wanda once you get to the camp ground.

“Y/n?” Nat called again.

“Coming.” You said. Quickly you washed you hands and finished up grabbing the duffel and slinging it over one shoulder. Nat studied you for a moment and then without a word the two of you walked down the hall.

When you got to the jet Wanda sensed you anxiety and once you were in the air she pulled you aside to ask if you were ok. You had made an agreement for her not to look into your mind as it brought back memories of not being in control like at hydra.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Wanda said rubbing her thumb against your bicep from where she held it.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You said and Wanda frowned unconvinced.

“Y/n you can tell me anything you know that right?” She said softly.

“Well actually there is something but. Its dumb.”

“Im sure if its bothering you its not dumb.” She said and ushered you to sit with her away from the group.

“I- i- i got m-my first p-period.” You said not looking at Wanda. She smiled at you with understanding in her eyes.

“That’s ok. Do you need anything? Pads? Have you got cramps or anything?” She asked.

“I do need some pads. I don’t have anything. And i don’t think I’ve had any cramps yet. Im just tired.” You said.

“Well i can give you some pads and you can go put one in before we land. Its a tough time to get it with camping and all. Steve said there would be no real bathrooms.” Your head whipped up at that.

“W-what?” You said eyes wide.

“Oh sweetheart were you not listening again. Its kinda a pee in the woods situation.” Wanda said. You simply opened and closed you mouth and Wanda pulled you in for a hug. You felt her slip something into your pocket and pat your back.

“Thanks wands.” You said. Quietly slipping away you put in the pad before coming back to sit next to her. You rested you head on her shoulder exhausted from everything.

“You can sleep now y/n/n we still have a couple hours till we get there.” Wanda said and you curled into her and drifted off.

You woke to hands running through your hair and soft whispers in your ear.

“Y/n/n time to wake up lovely girl.” Wanda said and you opened your eyes.

“There she is.” Wanda said and patted your cheek. “We have about five minutes till we land. I though you should change again before we get off and start setting up.”

“Ok.” You mumbled and stood sleepily. Once you entered the bathroom you found another pad in your pocket and silently thanked Wanda. After changed again you went back and curled up against her again. This time with you head in her lap. Wanda traced patterns on you leg and soon you felt someone sit down on your other side. Nat picked up your legs and swung them into her lap.

“You ok y/n/n?” Nat asked. She had been observing from the other side of the jet. You mumbled and hid your head in Wanda’s thigh.

“Do you want me to tell her?” Wanda said and felt you nod against her leg. Wanda lent closer to nat and whispered to her.

“Y/n/n got her first period. Shes a bit exhausted.” Wanda said and nat nodded.

“Does she need anything?” Nat asked.

“I think she’s ok. I’ll ask.” Wanda stroked your hair again and softly asked if you needed anything. You mumbled a small no and went back to dozing.

“Yeah she’s ok for now but do a favour and keep an eye on her if I’m not with her for some reason?”

“Sure.” Nat said.

After dozing for another few minutes Wanda’s hands found your hair again and you yawned, stretching in her arms.

“Welcome back sleepy head. We just touched down, nat said she can carry your bag if you want sweets.” Wanda said. You sat up slowly.

“No I’ll be fine don’t worry.” You waved her off and grabbed you bag following Steve off the jet with nat and Wanda following behind you.

“Alright we’ll be in tents of three.” Steve started once the team was all in the clearing. “Wanda, nat and Y/n in one tent. Bucky, sam and myself in another. Bruce, tony and peter in the third. And lastly Clint and Thor in the last one.” Steve said and for once there was minimal arguing as everyone was happy with their tent groups. The team dispersed and began putting bags in tents and claiming sleeping bags.

Nat, Wanda and you were sat in the canvas tent. You had opted for the middle spot with nat on your left and Wanda on your right. But the three of you knew you would all wake up in a cuddle pile each morning.

Wanda placed her hand on your knee where you had your legs crossed under you.

“Y/n/n are you still feeling ok sweets?” She asked from where she sat on her own sleeping bag. Nat sat on your other side folding her clothes and placing them at the foot of her bed but you knew she was listening as well.

“‘M fine.” You mumbled feeling your cheeks heat. “Um. I do have a question though.”

“What is it lovely?” Wanda asked.

“Um, what do i do with the dirty pads if there are no bathrooms?” You mumbled again. Wanda slapped her forehead.

“Oh damn how could i forget.” She began rooting around in her bag. Soon she pulled out a plastic bag with four brown paper bags inside and a small container of baking soda. You looked at her confused as she handed it to you.

“Basically you put the pad inside the bag and sprinkle a bit of baking soda on it to keep … bugs away from it.” She said.

“Ew.” You said making a face and shoving the bag into your backpack.

“Yeah. Pretty much.” Wanda said chuckling.

“Thanks wands your a life saver.” You said and hugged her. She hugged back loosely worried about if you had cramps or not yet. When the two of you broke apart nat silently hugged you.

“I know i don’t have much experience in this but in want to help so i bought you this.” She said and pulled a chocolate bar from her bag. You took it with tears in your eyes and nat silently panics worried she had done something wrong. Wanda simply chuckled as you threw yourself at nat for another hug.

“There are the hormones.” Wanda said grinning.

“Oh shut up and come here sparkly hands.” You said and she raised a brow and sandwiched you between her and nat. After a few moments you pulled them down and now you all laid cuddling on your sleeping bag. After a few moments Wanda noticed the slow rise and fall of your chest as you had fallen asleep. It was at this moment the flap of the tent lifted and Clint poked his head in.

“If i knew it was cuddle time i would have come earlier. Can i join?” He joked and nat rolled her eyes from where she laid with your arm over her chest snoring softly. She lazily flipped him off and Wanda stifled a chuckle.

“What do you want Clint?” She said feigning annoyance.

“Steve wants us all to gather so he can go over what we are going to be doing for the next few days.”

Nat sighed “give us a minute and tell him Y/n’s not coming and we’ll catch her up later.” Clint grinned shooting her a thumbs up before disappearing.

Carefully the two girls extracted themselves from your grasp and slipped in a pillow for you to cuddle. You rolled over burying you face in it and breathing in deep. Wanda cooed and nat laughed softly.

“She really is just a big teddy bear.”

“Shes a cute teddy bear.” Wanda agreed.

“Alright lets go see what capsicle wants before he comes in and wakes up y/n/n” nat said and the two quietly left the tent hoping you wouldn’t wake until they got back.

Steve sat around a small campfire in the middle of the tents and was poking it with a stick. He looked up and frowned.

“Is there any good reason Miss L/n is not joining us.” Steve asked.

“Shes sleeping.” Nat said

“Not good enough go get her up.” Steve said and nat was about to argue when Wanda left to go grab you knowing Steve wouldn’t change his mind.

When she returned you were trailing behind her exhausted and rubbing your eyes. The team was all there now and watched your curiously.

Steve began talking but you weren’t really listening as you rested you head on Wanda’s shoulder.

“Are you ok?” She asked softly “your looking a bit pale sweets.” She said.

“‘M fine wands.” You mumbled shifting a bit and poorly hiding a wince. Wanda noticed and decided to bring it up after whenever this impromptu meeting finished. She shot nat a look and Wanda silently told her what was going on with her powers. Nat nodded and went back to paying attention so she could fill you in later as she could see you were half asleep and not paying attention and Wanda was more focused on you than Steve. She placed a hand on your cheek holding your head from where it sat on her shoulder. Your whole body was leaned into hers as you blinked and fought sleep.

After the meeting was over Wanda carried you back to the tent as you were still exhausted. Nat followed behind. Wanda moved carefully not to jostle you and spark any uanessacry pain as she knew the cramps had started.

She placed you down on her bed so you were more out of the way. Nat followed her into the tent.

“Are you sure she should be sleeping this much?” Nat asked a little worried.

Wanda shrugged, “I was the same on my first, it’s all new and exhausting both physically and mentally. Im expecting her to get upset at some point. When your not used to it and your hormones are out of whack, seeing that much blood can be scary and gross. Plus not having real bathrooms or anything makes that ten times worse. I feel for the kid, timing just sucks. And from what i can tell with how often she’s changing her pad poor things not got it light, i just hope its a short number of days.”

They woke you once for lunch and gave you some pain meds before the three of you relaxed but not quiet slept in the tent for the afternoon. You did some lazy doodles in your sketchbook not really paying much attention to the art. You must have fallen asleep at some point because your woke in Nat’s lap with braided hair. The three of you got up and had dinner which you ate curled into Wanda’s side. After you went to bed while Nat and Wanda stayed up for a bit with the team. And despite being an avenger tony had given both you and peter a bed time of ten. So the two of you went to bed in your own tents.

You woke to a sticky feeling between the sheets, it was still dark. And you laid annoyed at being away, huffing softly before a cramp hit hard accompanied with nausea. Knowing the feeling a little too well you hastily crawled over the sleeping lump that was Wanda, accidentally jostling her in your hurry. She sat up slightly with you laid across her lap with your hands frantically unzipping the zip. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asked and froze as instead of a response she heard you gag and start to dry heave. That woke her up quickly. She looked over at Nat who had propped herself up on her elbow with her eyebrows scrunched looking slightly tired. When they heard you whimper nat scurried out of her sleeping bag to beside you were you were now on all fours. Your back arched as Nat swept your hair up to hold it just in time as you began top throw up on the grass behind the tent. You breathed heavily coughing up the last of it while Wanda rubbed between your shoulder blades. You were panting and the two women held their breath in anticipation.

“You ok you gonna-“ nat was cut off as you brought up another round.

“Ok that answers it.” She said. “Shh bubs its alright. Its ok. We’re not mad just get it all up sweets.” She said. Wanda whispered similar things as she silently thanked Thor that nobody came to investigate the gross splashing sound of you being sick on the ground. When you finished you looked up with tears in your eyes. Wanda waved her hand the sick puddle disappeared as she pulled you into her lap where you curled up and cried. Wanda shushed you softly as nat dug around in her bag for a bottle of water, mouthwash and a cracker for you to nibble on as well as two ibuprofen.

“Shhh sweets it’ll be ok. Do you want me to come with so you can change you pad sweets i think you bleed a bit on the sheets. She said and your cried harder not having noticed.

You nodded into her stomach and Wanda used her magic to clean the sheets before nat handed you the things she grabbed. You used the mouthwash and drank some water opting to eat the cracker once you had changed and felt hopefully, less sick. Worried you couldn’t handle anything in your stomach at the moment. Nat nodded and Wanda led you by the hand to the patch of trees a little way off from the camp ground. She turned her back and used here magic to light the area for you with a soft red glow. After the rustling stopped and you told her you were done she walked you back to the tent where nat was sat patiently waiting for your return. She silently handed you the cracker and you curled up on your bed nibbling on it. Two strong pairs of arms wrapped around you from both sides and once you finished the cracker you drifted off again the pain medicine working wonders for your cramps which had settled to a dull ache.

The next morning Wanda and nat let you sleep in taking turns to sit in the tent for when you woke up. Not wanting you to be alone after last night knowing you would wake with more cramps. In the morning they wanted to give you the pain meds straight away to avoid another episode like last night.

Clint shot nat a look from where he sat making coffee on a pot above the fire.

“You look like shit. Did you even sleep last night?” He asked and nat rolled her eyes and flipped him off.

“Shut up Barton. Y/n kept me awake last night.” She said and Clint laughed.

“She kicking you again in her sleep.” He asked.

“No Shes sick.” Nat said and Clint’s laughing stopped and he stilled, looking worried.

“She ok?” He asked.

“Yeah she’s sleeping. Just… keep this between us, ok?” She said and Clint nodded knowing nat would have her reasons. He went back to stirring the coffee so it didn’t burn.

“You and Wanda can have the first cup.” He said and nat blew him a kiss.

“Life saver.” She winked and went to find Steve to tell him he needed to excuse you from activities and either her or Wanda for the day.

Nat soon swapped out for Wanda and moments after the young witch had left you began yo stir. Nat was by your side in an instance and you sleepily took the medicine she held out for you. What she wasn’t expecting was for you to curl back up as small sobs shook your body. Nat carefully placed a hand on your shoulder.

“There’s so much blood natty.” You whimpered with little tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Shh shh i know love its ok.” Nat said petting your hair.

“I wanna go home.” You cried and nat pulled you into her to give you a hug. You sat there a tangle of limbs while you cried into her shoulder while she stroked your head and whispered words of comfort.

“Its ok my sweet angel your alright.” She said before humming a soft Russian lullaby that sent you back to sleep. She sat back against her pillow with you laid on top of her. Which is where Wanda found her a half hour later.

“She doing ok nat? Did you give her the meds?” Wanda asked and Nat nodded. You were still clinging to her like a koala.

“Shes emotional and tired which is a hard combo for her.” Nat said and placed a kiss to the crown of your head from where it rested below Nat’s chin.

“Poor girl.” Wanda said. “At least Steve excused the three of us from activities. All it took was one mention of that time of the month for him to look sunburnt all of a sudden and turn into a stuttering mess.” Wanda chuckled.

“Yeah Steve’s sweet and he means well its just sex ed wasn’t really a thing in his time. He’s good at helping a girl out if she needs it but he’s still a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing. He’s trying though.” Nat said and you whined as you stirred before burning your face in Nat’s armpit. Wanda pulled a face and nat laughed.

“Im clean don’t worry she’s probably just looking for warmth.”

“I should take her and let you get so me breakfast before it’s all gone.” Wanda said as she carefully pried your sleepy form from nat. You curled into yourself before Wanda pulled you close and you immediately latched onto her and settled again. Nat chuckled slightly.

“She sure is clingy like this, that gonna have to be my new favourite time of the month then if we get this may cuddles.” Nat said and Wanda laughed slightly. Her chest vibrating against your cheek as she did. You hummed in sleeping content as she did and you smiled in your sleep.

“Now shoo, go get some food and maybe bring something back for the cuddle bear here.” Wanda said and nat gave a mock salute before hopping up and getting out of the tent. Nat smirked as Steve failed to meet her eyes and she quickly dished up some food before heading back to the tent.

When Wanda woke you for breakfast you looked confused which was adorable in your sleepy state with your messed up hair. That was something nat could fix for you later.

“I thought Steve said no food in tents? Something about animals?” You asked.

“I doubt Steve is in any state to say anything and what he doesn’t know cant hurt him.” You shrugged as Wanda laughed and you began to eat the bacon and toast. You didn’t like eggs.

Nat laughed as you pushed the eggs to one side. She knew you wouldn’t eat them and simply got them so her and Wanda could have more.

“Thank you guys. I know I haven’t been very easy to deal with” you smiled at them but it was more a half grimace. Wanda set her fork down.

“Absolutely not. You will not apologise for something you can’t control sweets. Nat and I are happy to help and not just this time. If you ever need us for anything especially this you can come to us no questions asked.” She said and you nodded swallowing back tears.

“I needed to hear that today. Thanks wands.” You whispered.

“Any time L/n” Nat said and you smiled before the three of you went back to eating.

“So what do u wanna do today?” Wanda asked and you frowned.

“I thought we had to do team activities.” You said.

“We did but we got us out of it. We are all your for the day.” Wanda smiled and you blinked.

“Is it ok if we just stay here and I can draw you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to.”

“Nonsense. You’re our get out of jail free card that’s too good to waste. Especially because I know Steve’s gonna want to go on a run at some point and will probably drag the whole team along. You have come in very useful my good friend.” Nat winked and you laughed.

That day was spent drawing the campground and anything interesting your could find in your sketchbook while Nat and Wanda relaxed. Chatting or reading. At one point Nat was sharpening her knives which she said she had been meaning to do for months and thanked you for getting them the time off.

“I didn’t really do much.” You smiled shrugging.

“That’s the idea.” Wanda laughed. “Can I see your sketches?” She asked

“Umm.. sure some aren’t finished yet.” You said handing her the book. She leafed through the pages in awe.

“Y/n these are amazing I never knew you could draw like this.” She said looking at the sketches of the campground there were even some portraits of the team which Wanda traced with careful fingers. “Nat come look at this.” She said and you blushed and she turned back to you. “If that’s ok?”

“Yeah that’s fine I’m just not used to the attention Peter caught me drawing on the roof once other than that not many people bother to look through my sketchbooks.” You shrugged.

“You have more of these?” Nat asked looking up from where she was studying the art. “They are very impressive y/n/n” she said.

“Yeah that’s my twelfth sketchbook.”

“I’d love to see the others when we get back to the tower. If that’s ok?” Wanda said.

“Yeah sure they’re not as good though.” You said. After a while the handed the book back along with a few more compliments which had you blushing unused to such honest praises.

The morning went quickly and soon you were having lunch with the team again who was sweaty and gross. You laughed as Clint chased Nat around with his arms wide threatening a sweaty hug. Her face has you in stitches as Wanda reminded you to breathe through her own laughter. Peter complained about never getting time off and tony playfully whacked him saying he shouldn’t ever wish for anything like girls anatomy. Stark shuddered thinking about pepper and her rage when on her period. Sometimes she was cuddles and joy and others she was threatening to give him the company back to manage. He still loved her though and held her hair back when the cramps made her throw up.

Later the team all went off with Steve again to do some survival training while you Nat and Wanda all went back to relaxing. Nat noticed you wincing later and silently gave you more meds and you thanked her.

“No problem kid you were due another dose to anyway.” She said and Wanda passed you a glass of water she had conjured.

The afternoon went off without a hitch and soon it was evening again. Wanda made sure to give you extra strength meds before bed this time so they would last the night and hopefully you wouldn’t wake up. You slept until late morning as Nat glared at anyone who tried to wake you up. Soon all the tents were pack down but yours and Nat pulled your sleepy form from the sleeping bag and placed you in Wanda’s lap. She packed down the tent and you snuggled into her stomach as you curled into a ball on her thighs.

Soon the quinjet landed and Wanda used her magic to block the noise for you so you stayed sleeping. The next time you woke you were in Wanda’s bed still on her lap. Nat was sat by Wanda’s side reading a book propped up on her bend knees.

“Morning sweets. Guess where we are?” Wanda said and you smiled recognising the room.

“We’re home.” You cheered and Wanda nodded.

“No go take a shower stinky.” She said and you grinned. “I left you some of my clothes on the sink and a new pad for you. We’ll have a hot water bottle, chocolate, snacks and a movie marathon waiting when you’re done.” She said and you gave her an appreciative thumbs up as you shut the door. As girls you didn’t mind sharing beds or bathrooms after all the three of you were very close.

That day was spent being pampered by your two favourite women and eating a boatload of chocolate. If this was what periods were like… maybe they weren’t all bad.

MASTERLIST

[bangbangyou]

KISS is such a silly band and I have become a sillier person because of it. Thank you Gene Simmons for going :P constantly. Thank you Paul Stanley for having cool biceps and being interesting and going “OOOOOHHHH YEA PEE POL.” Thank you Ace for being an actual alien. Thank you Peter for being a little angry cat and having the best voice in the band. Thank you Eric Carr for having a gigantic butt. Thank you Vinnie for being the weirdest person who I cannot stop thinking about for some reason. Thank you Mark for ?? THANK YOU BRUCE FOR BEING THE PRETTIEST ONE. Thank you Eric Singer who I find annoying sometimes but overall seems like a cool guy I guess. Thank you Tommy for having a square head and bringing Peter his sandwich. I can’t believe this is OVER

ITS OVER

(I’m refusing to acknowledge the holograms)

[franklycharmed]

TASK: WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S BEDROOM LOOK LIKE AT WOODROW HOUSE?

May 1992 | Woodrow House | Pinterest Board

It was a lazy senior year Thursday afternoon when Stephanie P. (the one Angus hadn't frenched) curled up primly in the beanbag in the corner of Frankie's bedroom and casually announced: "Did you hear Heather's going to hell?"

Frankie had a mirror hung over a dresser cluttered with an open caboodle, several mismatched socks, and a pair of pantyhose with a run. Stationed there, her reflection paused its lipgloss application. Lip Smackers in Kiss Me Clear made her open-mouthed shock especially glossy. "Heather Peters? Class President Heather? Harvard-bound Heather?"

The page of Seventeen draped across Stephanie's lap was flipped in time with a snap of her gum. "Now two months pregnant Heather. Or was two months pregnant, I guess."

Frankie turned, neatly arched eyebrows lifted. She and Stefanie M. (frenched) had gone to the mall just last weekend to get them threaded. "No way."

"Yep," Stephanie replied with a popped "p". "Way. Stefanie's mom was driving down I-75 and saw her leaving her appointment, and my sister says Sister Monica normally announces valedictorian speeches by now and obviously that should be Heather, but..." She tilted her head from side to side.

Frankie stared at the cramped shelves above her desk, where a statue of the Blessed Mother sat next to a Buddha with a stick-on earring decorating his third eye. The Catholic part of catholic school had always been sort of coincidental. Religion was sort of like a shirt, Frankie figured, you pulled on the one that fit you best.

The school-issued button down she was currently wearing suddenly felt too-small scratchy. She fumbled with the buttons. "Heather's really nice, you know. She let me copy her algebra homework once."

Heather snorted. "I bet Sean thinks she's really nice too."

"Is it Sean's?"

"Was it Sean's? I dunno. Probably. What do you think about piercing our belly buttons?"

They had been brainstorming ideas for their group of friends to mark the end of the school year and their impending graduation. Dye their hair. Drive over to New Jersey and get tattooed. A drunken party out at Teetotaler's Rock. Whatever would celebrate sprinting across the finish line of adolescence into adulthood, incidentally all things that would set their parents' teeth on edge.

There was stuff in the Bible about honoring your parents. You could say that dishonoring them would send you to hell too. But Frankie technically didn't have parents, no matter how often she called Richard "dad" in her head. Still, if her birth mom, whoever she was, had done what Heather had, Frankie might not exist. Right?

What Sister Monica said about God being their father and having created them for a purpose made Frankie feel good. Loved. She wasn't abandoned, she was meant to be here. The hazy memory of her early life was by design so that she might meet Celia and Vik and Reece and everyone else.

"Frankie?" Stephanie said, breaking through a daze of thought.

Frankie pulled the ragged edge of the pinky nail that had made its way to her mouth away and smiled, bright like the twinkle lights she had strung up around her bedroom window. It was her purpose to encourage others to do the same. "Ooo, yes! I love those little dangly charms."

May 1993 | Washington, DC

Rationally, Frankie knew that her romper had no magical influence over the results of a pregnancy test. Still, she would've felt less stupid standing virtually naked in a bathroom stall at National Airport if she had a proper shirt on.

There was pee on her hand and the dolphin dangle charm at her belly button was winking at her with its emerald eye in an "I told you so" way. She stuck her tongue out at it, even as she took an unsteady inhale and continued counting to one-eighty in her head.

There were pros. Cooper would make really beautiful babies. What she remembered from high school biology told her it would probably have his eyes. Or maybe not? Didn't you need to know your parents' eye color for that?

Okay, revision: their baby would have eyes. Probably.

Ninety seconds.

The cons were what made her breath stutter. No job. No degree. No father? Cooper was a dream, but was he parent material? Dads were supposed to have that degree and job thing figured out. They were serious, but not overly so. They did their taxes on time.

Shit, should she have filed her taxes?

Wait, she was meant to be counting. One-twenty-ish.

She hadn't told Cooper she was late. She had been late before. By the time she reached her third airport, that problem would have solved itself, she figured.

Obviously not. One-thirty.

She sat down on the toilet seat, knee jiggling, romper pooled around her ankles, the little plastic window into her uncertain future still stubbornly white. That was sort of funny, because white was like, pure, and she definitely wasn't. It reminded her of her graduation dress, all the St. Anthony girls marching down the aisle to receive their diploma.

Heather hadn't spoken at graduation. Frankie wondered where she was now, if she had gone to Harvard. If she had any regrets.

There was a control line developing. I want my dad. The thought cut through her, nearly slackening her grip on the test, and it made her feel twice as stupid because she knew she didn't have one, even if she forgot sometimes.

She couldn't do this, but she also couldn't do what she needed to do if she couldn't do this, and it wasn't because she was afraid of going to hell.

Maybe this was meant to be. Maybe this was why she hadn't been able to bring herself to go to college. Maybe this baby possibly without eyes would make her a serious person who loved writing term papers and remembered to file their taxes.

One-eighty.

No baby.

Her cell jumped into vibration in her romper pocket, rattling against the tile floor. Frankie started, sending the test into the toilet. She fished out her phone first, pinching it between her shoulder and ear before plunging a hand into the toilet to fish out the test. "Hey, you! No, I'm fine. Seriously, don't worry about me. I rode a camel, I know how to take the metro."

[piss-panties-and-jeans-girl]

Well, I had to go into the emergency room this morning because my pick line was leaking. So I’m sitting there and I need to go to the bathroom and I’m holding and holding and all of a sudden a Pissing my panties in my jeans shorts. I was so wet. Some of the nurses are coming to eat going girl you got it get your bladder in order. If not in order, do you like wetting I love to wet myself. So I’m sitting there wet panties and wet jeans. Shorts and all I can say is well I’m not gonna bug you off. I have to go pee. I’ll just do what you do Kaylee. Is it OK is right now. I gotta go pee again. Michele says you know I’m not even going to say anything. Just piss your panties in your shorts. I said OK and she’s one of the nurses that I know she is also a wet her panties and scrubs. She pees her pants all the time she says she goes. I love that one feeling a P in my daddy going my legs my butt. I said I know the feeling I love with my crotch is so fucking wet, full of pee and it goes up my ass and then down my legs. She goes it feels good doesn’t it I go yes, it does feel so good. It is so warm, it’s it’s she said addicting yes addicting. Well as for me I love to piss my panties and jeans.and I know you do too. Yes I do. I pee my pants every day. Me also I do it every day too but after I get home from work.cool. Do you or satin pennies like oh yeah, I wear satin panties and they feel so soft when you pee in them and so warm. she asked me what color panties you wearing I’m wearing green and they’re wet. They’re soaking wet right now. I ended up finding finding out a lot of other nurses that Peter pants. So all I did was I just sat there drinking water peeing my panties in shorts and having a good time. How old are you Kaylee I’m 25 how long have you been peeing your pants since I was 12 years old how about you? I was 14 when my boyfriend said I want you to pee your pants so I peed. My pants in front of him. He got hard the minute. I peed my pants. Next thing I know we were in his bedroom fucking. I’ve had that happen a few times two. I remember I will come home at night in my panties and pants were soaking wet. What happened? My mom goes OK I want the truth and I want to know how come you’re always soaking wet in your crotch your button legs. And I want the truth. I said well mom I like to pee my pants and I like to be my panties because I have I have sex after that. So, when you wet yourself, you have sex after yes you’re 12 years old I know mom but it feels so good I like sucking a big dick in his his cum on my face. My mom goes. I remember them days and yes it’s fun sucking a big cock. I suck his dick in a piss my panties and suck dick. I was 13 years old. Yes mom I was in a Gloryhole. I never sucked so much cock and swallow it so much come in sperm. But I love to be a naughty girl. I had those days so I’m not gonna say anything but if you want to go in piss your Panties and your jeans or pants well, go ahead and do what you want to do. You’re not mad. No. When I was young girl I was the same way. So where have you peed your panties at? In public. The most the most fun time was class at school I P in the middle of the classroom. well you were a lot braver than I was. I love just sitting there in my class peeing my panties in my pants. You can hear the pee hitting out on the floor. I was called a Girls Pee Pee pants. Hey P pants girl hey baby girl. Hey are you a pit slut? I would pee my pants in class. I would piss all over going from one class to another class. And I also like to pee my pants before I went to school. All my girlfriends knew I like peeing my panties in my pants because it was so much fun. How old are you now I’m 25. And you’ve been peeing your panties in your jeans since you were 12 years old ha ha yes.. well I see we both like the same thing and it’s so much fun just wetting your panties in jeans in it.I love it. So I had to go see my doctor and Dr. Jill goes girl are you wet again? Yes you spell Water right no. You know there’s so many gals in here than it have all wet their pants. I know a few of them.

Kaylee

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 623, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1177

“Hey there Elizabeth, hey there Elle, hey there mo stór, hey there Jing,” I greeted the girls the next day as I led the conga line of Ratajczyk babies into their shared hospital room.

“Hihi mommy!” Elizabeth beamed, her speech coming out slurred and mumbled, due to her jaw literally being wired shut. “Can we haf boigures tonight? Pwease?”

“Burgers?” I repeated as Peter came in, having been chatting to a nurse about the girls’ night. “Well, let me talk to the attending doctor and get a seal of approval first, alright?”

“Yay yay!” she squealed happily as Peter took a seat into his throne like chair and held out a hand for me to curl into him. “Hihi daddy!”

“Hihi Bitty,” he smiled, settling me onto his knee as the babies bopped around the room, babbling quietly to themselves as they got into little baby mischief. “What was that I heard about burgers?”

“Elizabeth wants a cheeseburger,” I explained before turning to her. “Do you want a vegan cheeseburger or a regular cheeseburger?”

Elizabeth mumbled an incoherent reply as Katie woke up from her nap, rolling over and opening her soft brown eyes.

“Hihi daddy, hihi mommy,” she yawned, sitting up. “Hihi Baby Tommy, hihi, hihi Baby Noah, hihi Baby Eve, hihi Baby Mattie, hihi Baby Teddy, hihi Baby Jojo. What’s for dinner?”

“I can place an order with that burger place we all like and go pick it up,” Peter offered at once. “I can also go check in with the girls’ doctors and make certain that’s alright for them to consume.”

“Yummy!” she groaned. “Mommy, I need to pee.”

I switched the babies over to big sister Elizabeth while I helped Katie into the bathroom to use the toilet.

“Mommy?” I hummed softly as I took up a perch on the edge of the tub. “I don’t think I can hold down a burger tonight. Sorry.” “Mo stór, please don’t apologize for something that you cannot control,” I told her in a gentle voice, holding out a fistful of toilet paper for her to wipe herself with when finished. “Don’t worry, daddy and I can hash out a plan to get you simple, easy to digest food for dinner tonight.”

After communicating Katie’s need to my husband, I helped her off the toilet and up to the sink to wash her hands, flushing the toilet for her before she limped back to bed again. When I was tucking my daughter in underneath her blankets, Peter came in with a smile on his face.

“Good news, the girls’ doctors cleared them for burgers,” he announced in a pleasant rumble. “I also found a mom and pop soup place a few doors down from the family burger place, so I plan on zipping in there and getting something for Katie there.”

“Yay yay!” giggled Baby Tommy.

“Katie, would you like a small sized unseasoned chicken noodle soup?” he asked her, glancing down at his cell phone.

“Yes please, daddy!” Katie snuggled down into her hospital issued pillows. “That sound yummy!”

“Sweetheart, I ordered plain cheeseburgers and fries for the kids, a vegan cheeseburger and apple fries for bitty and a double-double and garlic fries for you,” he filled me in, knowing what everyone liked.

“And what did you get for yourself, my love?” I giggled at his attentive care.

“Six bacon lover supremes and three extra-large orders of salt and pepper seasoned French fries,” he told me with a wolfish grin. “Oh- and Isabelle is on her way to meet up with us, so I got her food as well.”

“Izzy bear!” Katie crowed as the family nanny made an appearance just then, toting her cat backpack packed with Mittens and Primrose tucked away inside. “Hihi!”

MEOW Mittens perped before jumping out of the backpack and prancing up to the babies, purring like a motorboat on crack.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

Primrose bounced over to Baby Noah with a chitter, excited to play. Within minutes, the hospital room was full with giggles and excitement.

KNOCK KNOCK

Mittens seized Primrose by the scruff of her neck before hauling the wriggling skunklet underneath Elizabeth’s bed just as a kindly face nurse came in with more medication for the girls. Baby Jojo closed the door behind her with a causal grin on her chubby face.

“Well sweetheart, I’m off to go grab the grub now,” Peter announced just then, glancing down at his cell phone once more. “Baby Tommy, hold down the fort for me.”

“Aye aye daddy!” the chubby little man giggled as he bopped his way into the bathroom to use the toilet.

“Mommy?” Elizabeth asked me as she climbed out of bed and began to do gentle yoga. “Da teeter at Waint Mwicals is utting on Wiezard of Oz next ear.”

It took me a brief second to decipher her riddle, but when I did, I understood what she was asking me.

“The theater department at Saint Michaels is putting on The Wizard of Oz next year?” I translated with a quiet hum at her excited head bobs. “And you want to try out for it? I’m alright with it, but you will need to rope daddy in on it as well, okay?”

MEOW

The both of us took a glance over at the nurse, who was leaving the room. Baby Jojo made a cat noise, clearly trying to deter the idea of there being a fluffy creature with four paws in the room.

“Sweet babies,” she cooed as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Mittens appeared from underneath the bed just then, releasing Primrose so that the tiny skunklet could commence with skunklet zoomies.

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[ulkaralakbarova]

With the Griffins stuck again at home during a blackout, Peter tells the story of “Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi.” Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Peter Griffin as Han Solo / Stewie Griffin as Darth Vader / Brian Griffin as Chewbacca / Glenn Quagmire as C-3PO / Carter Pewterschmidt as Emperor Palpatine / Roger as Moff Jerjerrod / Tim the Bear as Wickett / Live Studio Ostrich / Pee-wee Herman (voice): Seth MacFarlane Lois Griffin as Princess Leia / Sy Snootles / Asian Woman / ET Announcer / Hot Girl’s Mother (voice): Alex Borstein Chris Griffin as Luke Skywalker (voice): Seth Green Meg Griffin (voice): Mila Kunis Angela as Mon Mothma (voice): Carrie Fisher Carl as Yoda (voice) (as Jon Benjamin): H. Jon Benjamin Cleveland Brown as R2-D2 / John Herbert as Obi-Wan Kenobi / Rallo Tubbs as Nien Nunb / Consuela as Gatekeeper Droid (voice): Mike Henry Joe Swanson as Jabba the Hutt (voice): Patrick Warburton Klaus Heissler as Admiral Ackbar (voice): Dee Bradley Baker Mayor Adam West as Grand Moff Tarkin (voice): Adam West Mort Goldman as Lando Calrissian (voice) (as Johnny Brennan): John G. Brennan Opie as a Small Amphibious Alien (voice): Mark Hentemann Captain Jean-Luc Picard (voice): Patrick Stewart Flick / Jeremy (voice): Colin Ford Herself (voice): Mary Hart Hot Blonde (voice): Anne Hathaway Imperial Controller (voice): Steve Callaghan Rush Limbaugh as The Rancor (voice): Rush Limbaugh John Williams (voice): Bruce McGill Lieutenant Worf (voice): Michael Dorn Little Girl (voice): Yara Shahidi TV Announcer / Singer / Osama Bin Laden / Imperial Shuttle Pilot (voice): John Viener Will Robinson (voice): Max Burkholder Imperial Shuttle Guard #1 / Man #2 (voice): Alec Sulkin (voice): Chris Cox (voice): Chris Edgerly Shuttle Tyderium (voice): Chris Sheridan Imperial Shuttle Guard #1 / Live Ostrich (voice): Danny Smith (voice): Ralph Garman Puppeteer (uncredited): Robin Walsh Judge Elihu Smails (archive footage) (uncredited): Ted Knight Conway Twitty as Darth Twitty (archive footage) (uncredited): Conway Twitty Film Crew: Creator: Seth MacFarlane Storyboard: Pete Michels Writer: David A. Goodman Producer: John Viener Storyboard: Kurt Dumas Storyboard: Mark Garcia Director: Peter Shin Producer: Kara Vallow Producer: Patrick Meighan Writer: Cherry Chevapravatdumrong Producer: Shannon Smith Storyboard: Joe Vaux Background Designer: Ken Yi Character Designer: Ed Acosta Character Designer: Sharon Ross Storyboard: Rick Del Carmen Storyboard: Steve Fonti Compositors: Andy Jolliff Production Office Assistant: Fitzgerald Gonzalez Storyboard: Mark Covell Storyboard: Young Lee Storyboard: Jeff Stewart Background Designer: Kip Noschese Storyboard: Erik Moxcey Storyboard: David Boudreau Storyboard: Annemarie Brown Storyboard: Jonathan Gebhart Storyboard: Shawn Palmer Storyboard: Dave Sherburne Animation Production Assistant: Scott Hill Editor: Mike Elias Movie Reviews: RODZILLA2626: Very funny animated cartoon movie, probably more to come, it was nice to get a few laugh’s out of this while I was in work :p In this spectacular and offensively uproarious final chapter, Luke Skywalker (Chris) and Princess Leia (Lois) must travel to Tatooine to free Han Solo (Peter) by infiltrating the wretched stronghold of Jabba the Hutt (Joe), the galaxy’s most loathsome and dreadful gangster. Once reunited, the Rebels team up with a tribe of Ewoks to combat the Imperial forces on the forest moon of Endor. Meanwhile the Emperor (Carter Pewterschmidt) and Darth Vader (Stewie) conspire to turn Luke to the dark side, and young Skywalker is determined to rekindle the spirit of the Jedi within his father. The Galactic Civil War has never been more outrageous, as the Rebel forces gather to attack the seemingly defenseless and incomplete second Death Star in the battle that will determine the fate of the galaxy.” ‑ Manu Gino

[burning-omen]

Take It As a Compliment

Request from anonymous: “..p..piss kink with Andrew!Peter?

Like male!reader is Banging His Back Out and Peter’s so caught up and fucked out that he doesn't even realize. And male!reader just rolls with it and keeps fucking Peter.

Feel free to decline but also I'm on my hand and knees I BEG OF YOU PLEASE”

Summary: After a long day, you and Peter decided to relieve some stress

Warning ⚠️: Piss kink, unprotected sex, mild lack of communication, Peter is Nervous, online school.

A/n: (I got this request 4 minutes after I turned anon asks back on. Please don’t unfollow me) (I was nervous about writing this but I did it anyway, mostly because my best friend wanted to see it. So I wrote it 100% seriously with no shitposting intent)

He should have taken a break hours ago, but he was behind, way behind. He’d let his work as a vigilante get in the way of his assignments and now he only has a few hours to get them done. He was nearly done, luckily, if he was fast enough, he’d be done before you got home, which usually just meant that you two were going to fuck, watch TV, and eat, not always in that order but that was usually the series of events that followed an…enticing day at work for you and a tiring day of online classes for him. Which was basically what your lives had become.

He wasn’t complaining…much. Just a little. But there wasn’t anything he could do. Oh well.

Staring at the same blinking, black line behind that last sentence of his essay, Peter finally submitted it, leaning back in his seat with a tired sigh. He’d definitely was pushing his bodily limits with this one. Little snacks keep him slightly fed throughout the day and late into the night but he hasn’t eaten a full meal, he’s been sitting in the same damn chair for the past 9 hours, and more prominently than anything else..he really has to fucking pee. He realized almost an hour ago, but with just two hours left to turn everything in, Peter wasn’t “wasting” anytime. He finished all of his assignments early, so that was kind of a stupid thought. Just as he was about to get up and book it to the bathroom the bedroom door swung open.

You dropped the bag with your now dirty uniform as soon as you got in the door.

“Peter..” You sighed, feeling relieved by just seeing him.

“Hey..” Peter’s voice was a little higher than it usually was but you didn’t comment on it.

Taking a few steps forward, you wrapped your arms around Peter, he did the same to you, squeezing a bit too tight but, again, you didn’t comment on it.

“I missed you..” you muttered quietly.

He let out a short laugh, of course you did.

“It’s only been 6 hours.”

“6 hours is too long..”

He didn’t say anything, just smiling and holding you tight.

After a few seconds you pulled away, a smile clear on your face, your hands resting on Peter’s waist.

“So, what are our plans for tonight?”

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He should have told you before you started, maybe before you started fucking him, that would have been the perfect time. But no, he’d been completely distracted by you, and your face, and your voice, and the stupid, dirty words you said with it. What was he to do? Whatever it was, he didn’t do it. He figured ‘Well we’ve both had long tiring days, we can’t possibly fuck for that long, shouldnt be physically possible. I can just hold it.’

And hold it he did. He tried so hard. But it’s been an hour, over an hour, and you’re still going, fast, hard and so, so good. His hands clawed at the desk under him that you’d bent him over, paper crumbing in his hand. He tried so hard to hold it, snapping his legs closed only for you to force the open wider than they were before. His entire body was on fire, his body was already sensitive, being one thrust away from pissing himself really wasn’t helping.

“Y-y/n!” he gasped out, “please!”

Pulling his hips back to match your thrust, the loud smacking of skin, along with both of your low, broken gasps and moans.

“Please, what?”

Great question. Does he want you to stop so he can take a quick pee break, or does he grovel and beg for more and hope that he can hold it.

“Please, please, please, fuck! Harder, faster, anything- Please!”

And you did exactly what he asked. Harder, faster and suddenly Peter wished he stayed quiet, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head.

The desk under him rocking and slamming against the wall, adding to the volume of the room.

Everything felt so sensitive, slowly adding to the pressure in his stomach that he’d been denying for far too long.

“Y/n, I-I’m-!”

“I know baby, go ahead..”

He did, he really didn’t mean to, but he did. Thick streaks of cum spewing from the tip of his red, strained cock, his hips sputtered for a moment and his legs shook, his body tensing before finally relaxing. A mistake he didn’t realize before it was too late, thick white turned to transparent yellow faster than he could possibly control.

Peter's face burned red, he was embarrassed, of course he was, he didn’t know what else to be. You’d stopped moving, and Peter’s mind only raced further. Every terrible, disgusted reaction you could have running through his mind. But none of them happened. You put your hand on his back and slowly pushed back in. Peter’s mouth fell open in a silent groan. Despite the piss covering the desk, it’s contents, and the floor, and the inevitable clean up that came afterward, you still fucked him, your grip on his hips almost painful, nails digging in as you chased your own release. It didn’t take long, Peter felt beyond amazing around you. Roughly pulling his hips flush against yours as you came deep inside of him.

After a short moment you pulled out, running you hand through Peter’s hair before muttering, “Good boy..”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were definitely going to need more napkins. Fully showered and wrapped in a sheet, Peter stared at you. His face was still burning red 30 minutes after the fact.

“Y/n..” He muttered quietly.

“Yes, my love?”

Usually, his heart would have fluttered and he would have had the widest smile on his face, but he couldn’t.

“Are you-”

“Peter,” you sighed, placing more napkins only for them to be soaked immediately by the puddle under the now cleaned desk, “For the 30th time, no, I am not mad at you, and no, I’m not leaving you over a little piss. I was just… shocked, is all..”

“A little..” he grumbled, bringing the sheet over his face.

“Okay, it’s kinda a lot, but it’s fine, I got this.”

“You sure you don’t want any help?”

“Peter, I can see your knees shaking from here..”

He was silent after that.

Another 20 minutes of cleaning and a second shower later, you crawled into bed with Peter, who dozed off a while ago. Wrapping your arms around him, scooting closer to him. Well, a lot has happened today, you decided to take today's events as a complement.

[lovelybarnes]

get the girl- p. parker

pairings: peter parker x reader, mentions of ned, betty, mj, and brad warnings: unrequited love (kind of?? implied), lotsss of pining and fluff, a little long about: requested! (DF4) “you fell asleep, i couldn’t move.“ + (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.” a/n: been wanting to write a peter parker friends to lovers for a while, so thank you so so much for requesting this. i swear i don’t usually take this long?? i got carried away and it got way longer than i expected, i hope you enjoy! thank you for requesting!

peter thinks it’s hopeless. the cliche he’s stuck in seems cruel- no matter what the movies you (and, fine, yes, him sometimes) make him watch say. nothing that happens in them ever transpires to real life; beautiful girls don’t fall in love with their nerdy best friends and guys like peter parker don’t get the girl.

it’s fun to fantasize, though. and especially fun to look at you, particularly when you’re laying on his bed, oblivious to him standing in the doorway, observing as you twist your neck to get a good look at the polaroids he hung up on his wall. a familiar smile grows on your face when your eyes scan them, flickering to the polaroid camera you got him for christmas years ago.

you move to try to get a better look at them without standing up, glancing down when you feel a sharp edge poke at your skin. he watches as your eyebrows furrow in possibly the prettiest way possible and you pull out a polaroid from under you. and oh, peter is just now realizing exactly what that photo is and why it’s on his bed instead of hanging off the empty miniature clothespin that comes from the pack you thrust at his chest when you noticed the increasing pile of pictures on his desk.

he’s moving on autopilot towards you, the foot already halfway through the door used as a stepping stone to go to your side faster. he’s with you in less than three steps, tugging on your ankle and then tackling you as sensibly as possible, laying his whole body on yours. you oof, dropping the picture, having seen it for too little to really question it, and laugh breathlessly. “pete!” you wheeze, curling your arms around his back, one of your hands absentmindedly drawing figures through his hoodie and your other one inching up to his hair, already beginning to thread through the chocolate curls. “yes?” he hums innocently, furtively grabbing the polaroid you dropped and shoving it in the pocket of his hoodie before his arms wrap around your thighs.

“i told you if you keep doing that, one day you’re gonna get hurt,” you scold, looking attentively as peter leans his head against your chest. “me?” he questions, feeling you nod under his cheek. “uh huh, you. you’ll hit your head or something. for a spider-”

“spiderman. superhero,” peter corrects, you ignore him, “you are really clumsy.” peter huffs in dissent, letting a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you for a minute before he looks up at you. “what?” you ask, a smile brimming at the edges of your words. you’re so pretty, peter wants to say, but instead, he goes with a more best-friend-friendly question, “d’you wanna watch a movie?”

you nod at him, pulling your hands away from his head to play with the strings of his hoodie, “sure, what do we want to watch today?” peter’s eyes immediately light up, and you realize you never actually needed to ask. “fine,” you agree, trying not to grin too hard at the way his face brightens. “which one?” you request, watching his freckled cheeks flush pink in excitement, “sixth one. the best one, of course.” you smirk, shrugging, “right, don’t know why i asked, i basically know the movie word for word now.” peter can’t help but give you heart eyes at the knowledge of your knowing the script of his favorite movie. god, you really were the dream girl.

“‘kay, go make some popcorn and get everything ready while i go to the bathroom,” you request, tapping peter’s shoulder as a way to tell peter to let you out from under his body weight. he does the complete opposite of what you imply, however, nuzzling further into your chest and inhaling deeply. “peter,” you laugh, poking his shoulder again, “‘m comfy,” he mumbles, eyes closed. “pete, c’mon, i gotta pee and you’re lying on my bladder,” you whine, “also, don’t you wanna watch episode six of star wars while i eat popcorn and play with your hair?” you singsong. he’s suddenly moving his body off of yours to let you go, although not before pressing a sloppy- friendly- kiss to your arm, “hurry up.”

you giggle as you stand, stretching out your limbs and walking to the bathroom while peter watches you walk away. once he hears the bathroom door shut, he digs his hands into his pockets, fingers tugging on the polaroid he had shoved inside. a smile grows on his face without his permission when he holds it at his stomach, the light reflecting off of the smile that was printed on the picture. he traces a nail over your face, bright and open in the way that makes you gleam. it’s his favorite picture ever, the only one that managed to catch you so in your element, your natural halo of glow apparent in your outline. peter had scrawled the words best girl in red marker on the white space at the bottom- something he thought he could explain away easily if he had to. the picture had its own designated space on his wall, right in the middle so the importance was clear, but it was rarely actually up there, instead always next to him for inspiration when he was doing homework and on his dresser for when he couldn't sleep.

his lips quirk one last time at the photograph before walking to the wall where all the rest of them reside. he hangs it up, glancing at it once more until he turns to walk out of his room.

the movie is ready to play when you walk into the living room, and peter is in the kitchen making your popcorn. “it smells good,” you say in a greeting, sniffing the air and exhaling in satisfaction. peter laughs, “you do that every time we have a movie night.” you tilt your head at him, “do what?” he motions to you, “that. the whole smelling thing and letting me know how good it smells, it’s cute.”

your face heats when it slips out of his lips, pausing to absorb the words he doesn’t seem to have noticed he said. his back is to you, dumping the popcorn into a bowl for you. you can’t see it, but he’s freaking out, trying to think of an excuse if you decide it was too weird. you don’t do anything to imply that, though, just blink until the words dissolve in the air. “thanks,” you finally reply, as nonchalant as you can make it while you grab his m&ms. he hums in response, turning around to head to the couch, “star wars time,” he winks, making you grin.

you follow him as he heads to the couch, settling down next to him once he puts on the movie. the star wars theme starts, the tune fringed by peter’s humming. cute, you think, snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm and shoving popcorn into your mouth. “hmm, good,” you compliment, watching the scenes you’d seen so many times pass on the screens. you mouth along when you recognize the lines until your eyes feel heavy and they shut completely.

-

quiet thwips wake you up hours later, when the black of the night has bled the sky blue and the stars have littered over the clouds, the moon replacing the sun. you see that the movie is long over when you blink yourself awake, beginning to cuddle deeper into your pillow when you realize it’s too warm and hard to be a pillow. you are met with the vision of your best friend, lip tugged in between his teeth as he concentrates on something behind you. he doesn’t seem to notice that you’re awake, trying to remain as still as possibly while the thwip noises continue. he mutters a curse, scrunching his nose adorably before flicking his eyes to you. they widen when he notices you’re awake, dropping his hand. “what’re you doing?” you yawn, sitting up and away from the warmth of peter’s embrace. “uh- i just- the movie ended and you didn’t wake up, so i tried to get the remote, then i got hungry…” he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, scanning the room and you turn to observe, stunned to see the mess of webs and dropped items you weren’t sure how you didn’t hear. “oh my god, what the- did you try to get everything with your webs?” you ask in bewilderment, eyeing a bag of gummy worms open and on the floor, you snap your neck towards him to observe his burning cheeks. “um. yes,” he confesses, blushing harder. “why didn’t you just get up?” you question, looking back at the ruined living room, exhaling in surprise as you notice the remote on the ground.

“you... you fell asleep on me. i couldn’t move.”

you pause, tilting your head slightly to look at peter, “pete, god, that’s so sweet. but you really don’t need to…” you motion to the dropped items, “do all that,” you laugh. peter shrugs, and you notice the tips of his ears are red, too. “i didn’t want to wake you up. i know how much of a light sleeper you are.”

you feel like you’re melting, every single muscle in your body drooping in the loveliness that was peter parker. you weren’t sure how the boy was real. you suddenly drop yourself on him again, wrapping your arms around his burning neck, “thank you, peter,” you say into his skin. like a reflex, his own arms go around your waist, holding you securely so you won’t fall, “‘f course.”

a moment of quiet follows until peter’s stomach rumbles suddenly, making you laugh, “i think i’ve starved you long enough. you pick today. also, when did you get so ripped? your arms are so big--” peter cuts you off with a groan, dropping his head on your shoulder, “you had to ruin the moment--”

-

peter doesn’t know what it is with you (actually, he does) that makes you so distracting. you’re just waiting in line for lunch, standing next to mj and laughing occasionally when she says something. all you’re doing is standing, and maybe it’s peter’s boy-hormones combined with his spider-hormones that magnify every single perfect feature of yours, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. you’re so pretty. the curve of the smiles that pulls into your cheeks, the twinkle that remains permanent in the color of your eyes, the way you look in that skirt--

“maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance,” a voice points out from next to him. peter scoffs, ripping his sight away from you to turn to ned. “i talk to her all the time. she’s my best friend.” ned shakes his head and sighs, “you talk to her about star wars, you talk to me about star wars, how is that supposed to help you have a chance--”

“i have a chance,” peter mumbles, trying to believe it himself, “she knows that she and you stand at different levels of best friends--” ned looks offended, “different levels? what is that supposed to mean--” peter stares exasperatedly at his best friend, “it means i want to date her and i don’t want to date you--”

“that’s a little rude--”

“hey you guys,” you greet, sitting down on the seat in front of peter’s and patting the seat next to you for mj. she stares at you silently, and you frown, patting the seat harder, “sit.” you instruct. she sighs and does what she’s told. “what were you guys talking about?” you ask, picking up your small plate of cherry pie to replace the bowl of orange slices that you took from peter’s plate. “thank you,” peter mumbles, digging his fork into the pie the moment you set it down. you hum, stealing a cherry tomato from his salad.

“oh, you know. the usual, your friendship with peter,” the latter shoots him a look and you raise an eyebrow, “that’s the usual? a little strange, don’t you think?” ned shrugs, “did you know that you and i stand at ‘different levels’ as peter’s best friends?” peter nearly chokes on his pie, glaring at ned. you cock your head at peter, thinking as you steal another tomato, “i… guess i thought so? i’ve known peter since, like, preschool, and we tell each other everything.”

“everything, huh?” ned wonders, a sound of pain falling from his lips when peter kicks him under the table. “peter.” he hisses. mj narrows her eyes at the two boys, “what is going on with you guys today? you’re acting weirder than normal.” peter’s face screws up in confusion, looking to you for help. you shrug, “she’s right.”

“i usually am,” mj mutters.

“so what is it?” you query, popping an orange slice as peter cringes at the mere thought of the taste. “peter has a crush,” ned informs helpfully, oblivious to peter’s dismay, “i- i don’t-”

you blink, feeling mj’s elbow shove into your ribs as her own way to make sure you’re okay. you ignore her, and it tells her everything she needs to know. “it’s liz, right?” you guess, trying to mask the hurt on your face with a teasing smile, “i saw you looking at her the other day. she’s pretty.” “no! it’s not- i mean, yes, liz is pretty, but i don’t like her or anything- ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” peter rambles. “pete, you don’t have to be embarrassed, i’m just upset you didn’t tell me,” you lie. peter’s eyebrows furrow, “you’re just upset that… i didn’t tell you?” he repeats. you nod, biting into another orange slice. “just that?” he asks meekly. you cock your head at him.

“i just- never mind. it’s not liz,” he says, poking at his pie. “so you admit you have a crush?” you start with a fake smirk, jabbing at your best friend with your fork, “just not on liz?”

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that-” peter stutters. your eyes narrow at him, lip tugged between your teeth, “i’m gonna find out who it is by the end of the day.”

peter is unfortunately sure you will. he’s not subtle as is, but you’re never deliberately looking for the signs, which makes it a lot easier to hide his embarrassingly large crush on you. but now, you'll be paying attention to his every move, and knowing you, he knows you won’t stop until you find out what you want, unless he tells you to back off. but, does he want you to back off?

he pushes his tray away, suddenly not feeling so hungry.

-

you stay true to your promise, hanging off his arm for the rest of the day, observing the way he acts around some of your classmates, but somehow not noticing the way he blatantly refuses to look at you- which proves humiliatingly difficult; peter never realized exactly how much he turned to look if you laughed at the joke too, or to catch one of your smiles when you hear something funny or peter whispers a joke into the shell of your ear.

by the end of the day when you’re walking to the train station together, you’re groaning at him, putting your full weight on his arm as you tug at him. “who is it? is it betty? oh my god, is it mj? is that why you kept looking at her?” you ask excitedly. peter wants to tell you the truth: he wasn’t looking at mj, he was looking at you, because as much as he tried, he couldn’t pry his attention off of you, who just so happened to sit next to mj.

“not mj. not betty,” he replies, pulling you inside the subway and scanning for free seats. you trail behind him when he finds a spot, letting you take it as he stands in front of you. “not them… it has to be liz, right?” you pry, sighing when he shakes his head. “brad- it’s brad, right?” you grin, whining when he denies it again. “can you just tell me if i got them already? i’ve practically said everyone in the school,” you complain, “they do go to school with us, right?” at peter’s nod, you drop your head against his abdomen, “and you have not said their name yet.”

“peter,” you drag out, reaching out for his hand to pull it, “just tell me! i can probably set you up with them!”

“y/n, just drop it,” he sighs, and you sigh too, mumbling a fine before noticing an older lady standing at the door. you wave her over, standing next to peter and letting her take your seat. peter feels like his heart will pop out of his chest.

the bumps of the subway push you close enough to him to feel the thundering of his heart, and your eyebrows knit together in worry, “are you okay? your heart’s beating, like, really fast-” yeah and your hand on my chest is not helping- “‘m fine.”

“is it because of the crush thing?” yes, “because i’m sorry about annoying you about it so much, if you don’t want to talk about it, i won’t bother you with it. just know that if they don’t like you back, they’re insane, because you, peter parker, are a ca-”

it was like a rubber band snapping, and peter suddenly couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his lips against yours, effectively cutting you off and catching you so off-guard, you freeze for a second before reacting, pulling his jaw closer. you almost tug him back when he pulls away, before you remember you’re still standing on a crowded, moving subway, and while kissing your best friend had been all you wanted for way too long, you were absolutely going to miss your stop if you didn’t stop.

“i- i’m sorry, i just-” peter stammered, stepping back. “no! so, please don’t apologize, seriously, it’s fine, it’s, like, better than fine.”

a beat of awkward silence passed before the tube halted to the stop right before yours. “it’s you. in case that didn’t… come clear. you’re the person i like,” peter informs quietly. “really?” you ask, cheek already pulling in a shy smile. “really,” peter assures.

this time, you don’t really care if you miss your stop, and neither does peter, now that he knows that, sometimes, peter parker does get the girl.

[peanut-butter-and-theatre]

Jeremy can do a spot-on Hiccup impression. Like,, he's a dead ringer

This fucks with Michael's head when he finds this out, not because he also has a crush on Hiccup psssshhh nooooooo

M: whatcha doin over there

J: [as hiccup] probably somethin stupid

M: [gay panic]

Jerms middle name is Peter, which he has a love-hate relationship with. Cuz he loves Peter Parker but hates the Jeremy Pee Heere joke

Oh yeah Mikey also has a crush on Spidey hardeeharhar

He has a Type and Jeremy takes wayyyy too long to connect those dots lol

Jerm dresses up as Hiccup for comic con one year and THE WAY HE FEELS SO SEEN AND LOVED WHEN OTHER COSPLAYERS PRAISE HIS HICCUP IMPRESSION and ask for videos of him saying stuff >>>>>

Especially if he swears lol

J: [as Hiccup] shit- Toothless not on the carpet! Not on the-! Awww ugh gods- dragon barf!

Michael slips away while jerms in the bathroom to buy him a Toothless plush so he can carry it around for pictures

Jeremy knows he did it for a joke but he like actually almost cries cuz holy shit that's so sweet

The way Jeremy pouts up at him and immediately hugs him puts Michael into cardiac arrest cuz GOD THIS BOY IS SO CUTE HE CANT HANDLE IT

M: [when he finds jerm waiting outside the bathroom] hey sorry I disappeared-

J: I was just about to text you, where were you?

M: well I was looking for something important because,, your costume's incomplete

J: ?? What do you mean?

M: well [pulls out the plush and jerm straight up G a s p s] what's a Hiccup without his Toothless?

If Jeremy somehow didn't wanna marry Michael before then he sURE DID NOW

The other cosplayers love the plush too and it takes the day from being great to fan-freaking-tastic

They sleepover at Michael's place after the con and Micha Cannot Mentally Handle the image of Jeremy sNUGGLING THE LIL TOOTHLESS WHEN HE FALLS ASLEEP

Yes yes yes yes yes

[sphaliro]

Pov: you go to the atm to make a small withdrawal. HE appears on the screen & your balance rapidly lowers, digit by digit. You know this face... It's the infamous airline hijacker, D.B Cooper!! Now that the statute of limitations has expired on his most well known crime, his lust for money has been taken out on you by sheer chance. Your money is gone. "Sayonara, sucker" he says as the screen explodes. What do you do???

[mumufic]

Choose your own adventure

So, The Three Sisters is ending in maybe 10-15 more chapters. I have two projects I'm considering. Choose your own adventure:

Choice#1: Weird romcom featuring Sirry Premise: Harry Potter did not get her letter (yeah, you read that right, her) to go to Hogwarts, so she's 17, works at a Boot's Chemists, and occasionally stops by to pet stray dogs, in particular, a big black dog that constantly hangs out at the dumpster behind her workplace. One day, while walking home from work, she's stalked by a deranged looking man who tells her she's magic. Also, surprise, Harry, I'm your godfather. P/S, I'm rich. 😏😎 Features: Harry Potter so named because James and Lily signed the birth certificate before they realized they birthed a daughter; Harry being far more problematic than your average unwanted teen girl; Sirius Black is a weird stalker that talks like a street preacher. Trashy hoe-ing fully intentional. Basis: Probably You're The Worst. Harry is Gretchen. Sirius is Jimmy Shive-Overly.

Choice#2: Psychopath boyfriends featuring Prongsfoot Premise: Follow the Marauders through seven years of Hogwarts, except they're seriously fucked up. Sirius is a psychopath! James is a sociopath! They really only wanted to use Lily and Remus! Sirius absolutely wanted to kill Snape! Peter's still the duff. Sorry. Features: Remember how much I love Orion Black in Sisters? This is where Sirius gets it. James declaring himself the Golden God, and Sirius pees on him. Basis: It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, with James as Dennis, Sirius as Charlie, Remus as Mac, Peter as Frank, Lily as the Waitress. Bonus: Regulus as Deandra. (Absolutely inspired by @1337wtfomgbbq's post)

[thehotboxsocial]

Shorty B & Pee Wee of The Dangerous Crew

Much respect to Shorty B & Pee Wee, two of the many unsung musicians of mid 90’s Cali rap. Shorty B was already an OG musician by the time he landed in Oakland, CA in 1990; he played in D.C. go-go bands throughout the 80’s and even played spot dates as a fill-in Funkadelic member during this time and first introduced Shock G to his lifelong hero George Clinton.

Shorty B got his on wax start as a brief member of Digital Underground during the Sons Of The P album in 1991, contributing some bass and guitar to the record and was given a lead role on the magnificent “Tales of The Funky”. From there he met Too Short who very impressed and quickly added him to his Dangerous Crew band that helped produce his peak Shorty The Pimp - Getting’ It album run in the mid-90’s. After the Dangerous Crew petered out he kept making hits with T.I. among others and is still active to this day.

Shorty B: Bass, Guitar, Productions & Raps

Tales Of The Funky [Digital Underground] 

Out For The Props [Shorty B]

Cocktales [Too Short]

I'm A Player [Too Short]

Never Talk Down [Too Short feat. Rappin' 4-Tay & MC Breed]

Playa Jay Tee [N2Deep]

Back Up In Ya! [MC Breed]

Prostitute [Goldy]

Funk Session [Shock G & Too Short]

Buy You Some [Too Short & Erick Sermon]

Smoke 'Em Like A Blunt [Spice 1]

My Life [T.I. feat. Daz Dillinger]

Belly Of The Beast [Da Connect]

Call Me [Too $hort & Lil' Kim]

Pimp Life [Too Short feat. Devin The Dude, Bun B & Big Gipp]

Here Today Gone Tomorrow (Remix) [Tucole]

Can You Feel Me [II Foe Tha $]

Loop Holes [Rappin' 4-Tay feat. Playa Metro]

We Do This [Too Short feat. 2Pac, MC Breed & Father Dom]

Player [Criptanite]

Only The Strong Survive [Too Short]

Ride With Me [Little Bruce feat. Shorty B]

Racia [Pooh-Man feat. Too $hort & Ant Banks]

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Much like Shorty B, Pee Wee was also a Sons Of The P-era member of Digital Underground and even had his own spin-off group Gold Money with fellow D.U. member Big Money Otis. And like Shorty B, Pee Wee too was a part of Too Short’s mid 90’s Dangerous Crew band and production squad. There is much overlap between the 2 playlists; Shorty B played on a number of the Pee Wee compilation tracks and vice versa. Pee Wee’s music career was much shorter however as he exited the business in the late 90’s. All those fly ass squiggley keyboard lines come courtesy of this former musician turned pharmacist.

Pee Wee: Keys, Guitar, Productions & Raps

1. Gone With The Wind [Pee Wee] 2. The Game Is Sold Not Told [Goldy feat. Too Short] 3. 2 Kill A G [Ant Banks feat. Spice 1 & Too Short] 4. Giving Up The Funk [Too Short feat. MC Breed, Pee Wee, Goldy, Ant Banks] 5. Never That [Goldy feat. Pee Wee, Ant Banks, Ant Diddley Dog & Rappin Ron] 6. How The Gangsters Do It [Rappin' Ron & Ant Diddley Dog] 7. Clownin' Wit Da Crew [Ant Banks feat. Rappin' Ron, Pee Wee, Ant Diddley Dog, Father Dom & Too Short] 8. Gotta Get My Mail [Goldy] 9. Get In Where You Fit In [Too Short feat. Rappin' Ron & Ant Diddley Dog] 10. It's Getting Hard [MC Thick]   11. Rollin A Drop [Pizo feat. Spice 1] 12. Kill Mi Dead [Raw Fusion] 13. Soulja's Story [2Pac] 14. Youngblood [Gold Money] 15. Heartbeat Props [Digital Underground] 16. Crazy Juice [Funky Aztecs] 17. Recognize Game [Spice 1 feat. Ice-T & Too Short] 18. Pulls Out My Flamer [Rappin' Ron & Ant Diddley Dog feat. Mr. Ill] 19. Pass the 40 [Raw Fusion feat. Pee Wee, 2Pac, Saafir, Stretch, Mac Mall, D The Poet 151 & Bulldog]

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[queeen-goldfish]

5 Stages Of A Heartbreak 5/5 Fluff Ending

Chapter 5 Angst ending

Peter Parker Masterlist

“I- I shouldn’t have said that”

“No you shouldn’t have”

“I didn’t mean it”

“Oh thanks that sure does clear everything up doesn’t it?” You say rolling your eyes

“Listen I know you don’t want me here-”

“And yet, here you still remain” You said with a sarcastic smile

“Can we just talk”

“I don’t want to talk”

“Y/n please!”

“You hurt me Peter!”

“I'm sorry!” He yelled his voice cracking. He allowed the words to float in the air for a moment before pulling the mask off his face. His eyes puffy and full of desperation, “I’m so very sorry Y/n. I practiced this conversation in my head 3000 times before I came over here and nothing I ever say seems close enough to an apology you deserve. I was stupid, heartless,a total jerk and if you throw me out and tell me you never want to see me again I wouldn’t blame you….But I’m really hoping you don’t.” He explained pleading with those warm puppy dog eyes of his.

Your emotions were everywhere, and who could blame you. This past month Peters had been your best friend, your enemy, your crush and your first heartbreak all wrapped in one. Giving him a once over you sighed and sat on your bed waiting for the excuses to flow out his mouth the same way they did before. Nothing really changed... Did it? He is still so close yet so far, like the stars that brighten up the night sky. You played with the strings of your sweatpants hoping it would distract you enough to keep the tears from falling. To say you were head over heels for this boy was an understatement and the thought of your friendship ending made you sick to your stomach.

Peter let out a sigh of relief before taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He sat on the far end of your bed praying you wouldn’t push him away again, ”These past couple of days haven’t been easy” he said with a nervous chuckle, “Even though I know it was my fault, you avoiding me hurt more than I thought it would. Everything reminded me of you, it's like it took me losing you to realize just how much I needed you. I missed the way your smile could brighten up a room. Or when you laughed so hard, letting out a cute little snort that you try but fail to cover up. I missed the way even on my worst days all it took was seeing you to make all my worries melt away. I love-“ Peter stopped making you look at him, he was staring at the floor in shock as if his words were news to him. His eyes connected with yours and a small smile tugged on his lips, “I love-I love you Y/n”

You sat there looking at him, your mouth hanging practically open. Your brain couldn’t process the words fast enough as your thoughts ran wild. The person you loved for forever just confessed his feelings to you. Where you are supposed to be happy, I mean that’s big, but what about-”Liz”. Crickets. Good job y/n, the love of your life says he loves you and the first thing you bring up was your love rival.

Peter chuckled a bit before rubbing his neck, “Right uh- she kind of broke up with me”

“Oh”

‘‘Yeah”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you decided that the silence was too deafening “Me too… I mean I love you too, for a while actually you’re pretty late to the party” The two of you laughed and for a moment everything seemed fine, almost like how it used to be.

“Great, well how about I take you on a date-”

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow it down Spider-Man, I'm still upset with you.”

“Oh? Is that so Ms. L/n” He asked with a flirtatious look,“Well I guess I will just have to earn that date huh?” He asked with a raise eyebrow.

“I guess so, Mr.Parker”

~Bonus~

“Peter stop it” you said laughing hysterically as your boyfriend tickles you. You were currently in his bedroom studying- or rather supposed to be studying for your redo test. Apparently Peter had used his good reputation to charm your chem teacher to let you retake the test for your honors program.

“What’s the answer Y/n?” He asked calmly as if he wasn’t trying to tickle you to death

“I-I I don’t know!!! I’m gonna pee myself!! P-Peter pleasee” you begged on the verge of tears. Thankfully he stopped letting your breath.

“Okay imma give you five seconds, five-“

“Lead!! Lead! ’Pb’ is lead please don’t tickle me” you said laughing and he gave you a smile.

“Correct, see I knew you knew the answer babe” he said proudly placing a kiss on your lips, “You’re gonna ace this test love”

The kiss caught you a bit off guard but nonetheless you smiled at the boy. His hair floated above you as his face lingered above yours, he gave you his signature smile while caressing your cheek, “I don’t know what I would do without you” he said and you smiled back at him.

“Black Widow”

“Natashia?” He asked confused

“No the spider you idiot, because you would be a spider who is without his lover” you explained giving a dramatic gasp placing a hand on your forehead.

Peter rolled his eyes but failed to hide his smile, “that made no sense what’s so ever”

“It did too you’re just made because you didn’t come up with it”

Thank you for reading!!! Please Reblog, like and request lovebugs.

[useless-fanfictions]

Tag Game! | First Sentences

A big thank you to @backslashdelta and @katyobsesses for tagging me. I love this so much and had a lot of fun putting this together! <3

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends. 

Tagging: @fettuccinecaterpillar @bakadont @celery-elliry @jwmelmoth

I’ve learned a few things about the way I write today... I either start my fics with very cutesy and short sentences that usually jump right into a scene, or I am a big fan of run-on sentences. There is no in between. :) (also there is a link to each fic if you want to you know... give them another read and some more love *nudge, nudge*)

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1 | Published: 2021-12-11 | The Story of St. Surtbastian

It all starts Kurt’s sophomore year (that’s right, season one, babyyyy). After Jesse breaks Rachel’s heart, Kurt doesn’t listen to Mr. Schu’s advice about not going to confront Jesse. The rest of the boys sit back down and listen, and Kurt does too, but only to form a plan.

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2 |  Published: 2021-11-05 | Perfect Height

Hinata has been feeling off all day and it doesn’t help that he had a dentist appointment this morning (which he hates thank you very much) and so he hadn’t been able to be in his morning classes at all.

Unfortunately, all of his morning classes are the ones he shares with Kageyama and so he doesn’t see the other boy until volleyball practice that afternoon.

When he walks into the gym, his eyes scan the court and he can’t see or hear him at all.

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3 |  Published: 2021-10-18 | Dalton Sex Academy

When Burt Hummel’s brother had passed away and the man had gotten the majority ownership of their successful tire and auto shop, Burt had jumped an entire tax bracket. Having been raised in a low-income family, he didn’t really know what to do with the money or where it should go, so he did the only logical thing he could think of at the time: he gave all of his employees raises and large Christmas bonuses. Except that his shop had high revenue numbers that did not falter for a few years.

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4 |  Published: 2021-10-18 | “Hold Me” 

Finn wakes up in the middle of the night during a big, Midwest thunderstorm and he really needed to pee. He’s sure that the twinge of his bladder is the only thing that brought him to consciousness because he has never had an issue with thunderstorms before—in fact, he actually enjoys listening to them a little. The loud cracks of thunder and how the lightning flashes and it’s like it’s daytime for only a second or two.

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5 | Published: 2021-10-12 | Awake Now 

He’s awake. He’s awake, he’s awake, he’s awake.

It’s the only thought in Buck’s head. It is the only thing that his brain will allow him to think as he gets into the Jeep and peels out of his parking spot.

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6 | Published: 2021-09-14 | "Are you jealous?"

Peter finds Ned in the comic book section again this time.

“Hey man!” Peter calls out with a nod when his friend looks up from the Star Wars comic he had his nose buried in. Peter was carrying a stack of fantasy books on his way down the aisle to restock some shelves when he saw the familiar face.

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7 | Published: 2021-07-11 | Struck by Adrenaline

All Peter can really think as he tries to focus on anything but the pain is how he hadn’t been directed to this mission, but actually volunteered for it. The pain in his side and left shoulder from smacking right into the side of a building that he hadn’t seen; the pain in his dislocated right shoulder from the amount of time that one of their targets had grabbed his web (connected to said right hand) and swung him around above its heads like imitating a helicopter’s propellors was a fun game (it’s like the only time he’s ever really wished for his web to not be as strong and resilient as it is); and the pain in his head from the weariness and dehydration that he’s feeling. In conclusion, he’s a mess right now.

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8 |  Published: 2021-09-06 | Worth Putting Hope In

Kurt is spiraling.

Sam isn't blind, he isn't stupid, and he isn't inconsiderate. He knows that it's happening, but he just can't figure out why.

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9 | Published: 2021-09-03 | Drop to My Knees For You

The moment the music stops, the four of them are clapping and Schuester is standing out of his seat. Only for a quick second though, because they must be quiet to hear what Carmen Tibideaux has to say about the performance.

Unsurprising to anyone else who watched the performance, she has nothing but praise to give him. Before she’s even done talking, Sebastian is excusing himself from his seat and is squeezing between Rachel and the seat in front of her to walk down the aisle to get back stage as fast as possible.

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10 | Published: 2021-08-12 | Grief Consoling

“Hey kid, hurry up!”

“I can’t!” cries a much younger Peter as he struggles to get himself up and over an overturned tree that is currently blocking their path. “I can’t do it!”

The six-year-old Peter falls back into the dirt again with a ‘harrumphf’ noise and a long sigh. 

Thank you for reading! <3

[imaginethis-imaginethat]

Ride Home (pt. One)

Prompt: Imagine Peter Parker picks you up at a party when you’re too drunk to get home yourself. Word Count: 1287

A/N: Long time no see:) This will be a two-parter due to it being a bit long .

Note: There is the theme of alcohol use and drunkenness within this story, but it will remain completely wholesome and consensual with no NSFW content. Enjoy!

Y/N POV

The first thing that tipped you off that you may have had one too many Jell-O shots was the way the room was beginning to spin, the second was every time you tried to speak to someone, your words came out in a messy jumble of noises. There was no way you could call your parents at this time of night, or looking like this. Despite being a senior in high school, and nearly in the land of booze, university, the “we’re just disappointed” speech was not one you were too keen on having tonight.

You opened your iMessage and glanced at the last person you’d spoken to. Peter P. the name read. You squinted at the messages, trying to remember what the two of you had been discussing. Physics, Bio, it was one or the other. See Peter and you were school friends, despite the way you stared at the back of his head in class, or often caught his eye across the lunch room, there wasn’t much more there. Sure he’d walk you to class and excitedly chase you down in the hall to ask how you did on a test, and could explain to you physics for hours on end, the two of you had had little to no contact outside of the tragic halls of high school. 

At the moment though Peter may as well have been your knight in shining armor, for as the drunkness began to reach its peak, you knew you needed to call someone. Call or text? Your brain juggled the two options for a moment, not well, but it did and landed on call. 

You found the nearest couch after pushing your way through a few people, including one couple making out, and practically collapsed onto the floral print sofa.

Then with more effort than typically required for such a simplistic task, dialed Peter.

“Hello,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice, he was unusually upbeat for the most part. The smile was intertwined with a confused tone, and rightly so, why would the girl who sits two seats behind him in AP Bio be hitting his line at nearly 2 a.m.

“Petether!” You slurred with a little too much enthusiasm. You meant to nail the “t” sound in his name, but the alcohol had the nerve to run the letters together creating an “s” noise, giving way to the fact that you were clearly fucked up to some extent.

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, “I don’t think Mrs. Meyers has put in the test scores yet, she seems like the type to be in bed with her nine cats at 8 p.m.”

You assumed the alcohol had lowered your standards for jokes because you let out a small laugh at his line. Okay focus, you thought to yourself, now is the time to ask, also I really have to pee, you tried to regain your train, secure ride now, pee later, you promised your drunken alter ego, which could be equated to a toddler. 

“Acthually, I has a question please,” your words jumbled together as you spoke into the phone.

“Hey are you okay,” you could suddenly detect a note of concern in his voice.

“Yes I’m great,” you giggled, “a littttllleee drunk, but good.”

“Okay, so I’m guessing this was an accidental dial,” Peter laughed, but you swore you could hear a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“No, no,” you suddenly became worried he was going to hang up. “I was wondering if you could give me a ride, I’m drunk and have nowhere to go.” You realized how lame that sentence sounded once you said it, and what a big ask you were making, but it was the truth, no matter how slurred it came out. There was silence on the other end of the receiver and for a moment you thought he hung on up you. You wouldn’t blame him if he did.

“Yes, of course, I can do that, send me your location.” Your heart immediately soared as he said these words, you quickly shared your location, and then he spoke again. “Actually Aunt May is not gonna be here so you can…” You didn’t hear what he had to say next however because at that moment you felt your eyes sliding shut and a wave of drunken sleep wash over you as you passed out on the couch. 

Peter POV

If one could inconspicuously swing through the streets of Queens in their old school crewneck, high tops, and jeans, Peter would do it, and maybe he could of, but swinging back with a girl, maybe wouldn’t fly. He also imagined drunk web-slinging to be a nightmare and one that would end with copious amounts of puke. Still, it would’ve been faster than sitting in this godawful traffic. Why was there even traffic at this hour?? Peter had no idea. 

He ran a hand through his thick brown hair. He couldn’t believe she called him. Him of all people. Sure they texted about homework and chatted in class, he also may of known her exact route to her second period so he made sure to pack up his bag in his first early every day so he could walk with her, but still. 

It took about fifteen minutes before he reached the apartment. He could hear the music blasting from the street. He parked the car and took a deep breath, he was never one for parties, mathletes, sure, parties, no. 

He climbed the thick concrete stairs until he reached 3B. He knocked on the door, but then realized that was probably stupid and pushed his way inside. The scent of weed and booze immediately overwhelmed his senses. 

He turned to the nearest person he could find, eager to leave. “Hey have you seen (Y/N)?” he asked a girl with thick eye makeup and chunky black combat boots, he felt like he recognized her from the halls at school, but he wasn’t sure. She shrugged at him and turned back to her friend. He would have to find (Y/N) himself. He carefully scooted around people until he got to the living room. 

There, on a clearly thrifted, floral print couch, she lay with one arm off the sofa and her hair tangled in her face. Peter took another deep breath. She was beautiful, hands down the most beautiful in their school, and at that moment he just wanted to help her. It took him a second to see there was a guy sitting at the end of the couch. He had pulled (Y/N)’s feet into his lap and was leaning over, brushing her hair and whispering something quietly to her. Peter felt his stomach churn. He took three strong strides up to the couch and knelt down in front of her face.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke softly, shooting a strong side-eye to the guy at the end of the couch, “you ready to go home?” Her eyes fluttered and she looked up at him from under long dark lashes. 

“Pether,” she slurred, the same way she did on the phone and offered him a dopey smile. He smiled back and felt his stomach flutter a bit. 

“Alrighty then, we’re off like a herd of turtles,” he stated, making her giggle. She was clearly in no condition to walk so Peter scooped one leg under her legs and the other under her back, carrying her bridal style. 

“Wheeee,” she mumbled with a small smile. 

“I hope you’re having fun,” Peter huffed.

“I am,” she chattered back, swinging her feet. 

Peter carried her down the steps of the apartment and back out to his car.