#thank yoooooou for the ask mary!!!

[watsonjackpot]

It’s still early in the morning, the sun isn’t even up yet. (Which Peter would normally argue that means it’s still in fact night time and not morning, but he rarely ever wins that debate.) He was attempting to very quietly open their bedroom door, while his hands were full with quite the breakfast spread. ( all of Mj’s favorites of course! And maybe a pile of bacon for him.)

Of course things never go to plan with Peter.

So he stumbled over a pile of clothes on the floor. ( it’s unimportant whose clothes they were, nor the amount of times he has been asked to pick it up to avoid quite literally this exact scenario.) THANKFULLY he managed to catch himself at the last second, narrowly avoiding a gigantic mess.

Peter carefully put’s the tray down on the night stand so he could then pick up the freshly brewed coffee and start to wave it under his sleeping wife’s nose.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey are waiting for yoooooou~”

+ Mary Jane had NEVER been a morning person, by any means or STRETCHES of imagination . The minute she hit the PILLOW , and properly got to sleep , she was NOT to be disturbed unless an invasion on the scale of THANOS or GALACTUS was involved . As for how ANYONE else could sleep with how loud she SNORED ? That was another matter entirely . Of course, that sleep was all the DEEPER when she was next to the person she loved more than LIFE itself . No type of SECURITY blanket would ever compare . She knew that from EXPERIENCE .

The scent of COFFEE , however, did its job to ROUSE her from her slumber . Eyes fluttered open , exposing her GREEN EYES to the room, and the WORLD at large . Lifting her head from the pillow, a messy TANGLE of bedridden RED HAIR coming with it , she let out a small YAWN .

" Morning, Tiger ... " She mumbled, still trying to SHAKE sleep out of her eyes . Carefully, her hand reached for the COFFEE , wanting to get some of it in her so her body would get the MESSAGE that it was time to get awake and alert . As the pleasant aroma of BREAKFAST reached her nostrils too , she glanced over , seeing the TRAY , and easily feeling a big SMILE slide into place on her lips .

" Mmm, I must have done something REALLY good to earn breakfast in bed. " No sooner had the words left her lips did she LEAN in and press a loving smooch on his lips . " Thanks, baby. "

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me when i see a soul. maybe. ive never watched soul eater

[gilbert-blythe-ruined-my-life]

Anna watches S03xE05 for the first time (warning: spoilers!)

Costume? ON

Wig? GLUED

Shoes? LACED

Face? PAINTED

I even have a red nose and my trusty horn on standby!

I’ve got my clown dress on tonight,

Dancin’ in my tent in the big spotlight,

Got my wig on real, big circus-clown style!

Clown shoes on,

I’m feeling alive!

I’m sizzlin’ like a snare and nothin’ scares me anymore!

MOIRA CAN’T HURT ME OR MAKE ME A CLOWN WHEN I AM ONE ALREADY MUHAHAHAHAHA

I’M A CLOWN

READY CLOWNS?

LET’S GO CLOWNS!

Here it goes!

Gilbert? In a bee keepers outfit? Okay! Not what I expected, but okay!

HOW HE TALKS TO THEM BAHAHAHA.

That honey looks so good though, ngl.

WAIT, IS THIS A REFERENCE TO THE BIRDS AND THE BEES????

The awae theme song is perfect circus-clown music.

MY SON CHARLIE.

MY SON.

LOOK AT MY SON.

Is Gilbert noticing??

TELL ME HE IS.

Anne is LOVING this lesson.

TILLIE AND THE PAULS.

BIRDS AND THE BEES

Who is spying on them??

RED BREAST.

MATING SEASON?

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON WITH THE PAULS.

OH NO MOODY!!

DR BLYTHE TO THE RESCUE!

I swear they hurt people on this show just so Gilbert can show off.

IT’S A CHILD, THANK GOODNESS.

Did Ruby just faint??

THEY’RE KA’KWETS LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER.

When are we going to see Ka’kwet again??

When are they going to save her??

ANNE’S GIVING HIM A PIGGY BACK RIDE, MY HEART.

‘Fix him up good, this one buys my hockey sticks’, SCREAMING

Gilbert is secretly loving this.

POOR MOODY THAT LOOKS SO PAINFUL.

Is Gilbert going to get his passion for medicene back??

NO. KA’KWET IS NOT WELL AND HAPPY. I’M GOING TO CRY.

Bash and Delly!

YAY GILBERT HAS HIS PASSION BACK AGAIN.

‘I can tell you one thing, you’re dripping stew’ BASH I LOVE YOU.

Rachel and Delly? The duo I didn’t know I needed!

OH NO RACHEL’S BACK.

I COULD FEEL THAT.

OH NO.

OH NO.

OH NO.

 PLEASE DON’T TRY TO PUT BASH AND MISS STACEY TOGETHER EMMA WOODHOUSE 2.0

JERRY

Where are my Jerry and Anne scenes??

DIANA KNOWS ABOUT CHARLIE AHAHAHA

‘Here, here! Gilve me Red-breasted Nut hatchers or give me death!’ I LOVE YOU DIANA MY BABY GIRL.

WE ARE BEING SO FED THIS SEASON WITH ANNE X DIANA CONTENT. IT’S WHAT WE DESERVE.

GUYS IS THIS GONNA BE THE SCENE WITH DIANA AND JERRY IN THE TRAILER?

IS THAT WHY JERRY DECIDED TO LEAVE EARLY??

IT IS.

IT IS, IT IS, IT IS!!

HE’S GOING TO WALK HER HOME.

NO DIANA, DON’T MAKE HIM GO HOME.

Jerry taking the hay off of his jacket to show the differences in their status. I SEE YOU SYMBOLISM.

‘I’d prefer that we continue…’ YES, YES, YES, YES, YES.

YES!!!!!!!

JERRY IS SO SMITTEN, LOOK AT HIM!!

SO THEY CALL THEM “THE PAULS” AS WELL. WE WERE RIGHT GUYS!

GUYS, MY FIC PREDICTED GILBERT BEING INTERESTED IN MEDICAL RESEARCH.

IN MY FIC HE’S INTERESTED IN ANTIBIOTICS.

GO READ MY FIC ON AOOO.

I’LL SHARE THE LINK AFTER.

An obituarary for Mary!

THE SHIRBERT STARE AHH.

NO DIANA DON’T.

OH.

OH. OH.

ANNE’S ON THE BOARD.

AND GILBERT IS THERE TO HEAR IT.

DID I WRITE THIS FIC????

‘Billy has two left feet and they both smell awful’ AGAIN. WE STAN JANE ANDREWS.

NO RACHEL, IT’S TOO SOON.

‘It’s time you remarried’ NO.

GIVE MY SON A CHANCE ANNE.

DON’T BE SO RUDE.

MY SON IS A CATCH.

‘The bride of boredom’ ANNE DON’T SLANDER MY SON LIKE THIS.

DIANA IS ENGAGING IN HER FORBIDDEN ROMANCE AND SHE’S NOT EVEN TELLING ANNE. THIS IS SCANDALOUS. WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DIANA BARRY? I LOVE THIS!!

Why is Jerry not there??

THERE HE IS!

THIS IS SOME REAL FORBIDDEN ROMANCE TYPE STUFF.

THIS IS LIKE A FANFIC.

‘If anyone saw us!’ I FEEL LIKE A GHOST WROTE THIS FANFIC.

Yay, Bash said yes to the obituary!!

BELLE IS GONNA GIVE BIRTH SOON AHHHHH.

‘A nice cup of tea will set things right’ TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN, MATTHEW.

Gilbert will write a beautiful obituary, I hope they read it to us!

DIANA IS READING FRANKENSTEIN!!

RACHEL’S SON IS GONNA PRACTICE THE DANCING WITH THEM. THIS IS GONNA BE GOLD.

ANNE AND RUBY’S FACES. I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS EPISODE TO BE GIFFED.

RACHEL’S SON I CAN’T. POOR MISS STACEY.

Guys, the kids are going to dance. This is it! 

SHIRBERT.

SHIRBERT, I CANNOT.

THIS IS SUCH A MESS.

JANE I LOVE YOU.

GUYS LOOK AT JANE.

#WESTANJANEANDREWS

‘Whose the father!?’ TILLIE. WORRYING ABOUT WHICH PAUL IS THE FATHER? I CAN’T!

IS RUBY GONNA LIKE MOODY NOW? ABOUT TIME!

SHIRBERT.

THEY CAN’T TAKE THEIR EYES OFF OF ONE ANOTHER!

THE WAY GILBERT GRABBED ANNE. I CAN’T. I CANNOT.

THANK YOU MOIRA.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU.

MAYBE I CAN START TO TAKE SOME MAKE UP OFF?

THEY’RE SO CUTE I’M CRYING.

GUYS THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

GUYS.

I’M SO HAPPY.

I’M SOOOOOOO HAPPY.

THE SLOW MOTION.

GILBERT’S FACE.

SAVE ME.

I’M SO HAPPY. THANK YOU MOIRA.

I’M GONNA TAKE MY MAKE UP OFF.

AND WIG.

BUT THE CLOWN COSTUME STAYS ON.

THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.

POETIC CINEMA.

I’VE NEVER SEEN SUCH BEAUTY.

IN ALL MY DAYS ON THIS EARTH.

I WILL NEVER RECOVER.

EVERYTHING’S CHANGED NOW.

NO GILBERT. I wanted you to chase after her!

Has he gone after her?

NO. IT’S MY SWEET SON. CHARLIE SLOANE.

‘Oh, Charlie’ PLEASE BE NICE, ANNE.

EXCUSE ME.

EXCUUUUUUUSE ME.

CHARLIE YOU ARE MY SON NO MORE.

I DISOWN YOU.

I DISOWN YOOOOOOU.

‘An overly active mind causes women to be barren’ I KNOW HIS FATHER PROBS TOLD HIM THAT BUT WHAT. EW. 

ANNE, MY BABY, MY FIRST CHILD, MY BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER, YOU WERE RIGHT. 

‘If I feel something for a girl, does it mean that she’s the one that I should marry?’ YES GILBERT. YES IT DOES. MARRY ANNE.

DIANA IS AT THE CUTHBERTS TO SEE JERRY.

THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN.

ANNE’S SEEN HER.

OH BOY.

OH NO.

THE ANGST.

DIANA’S PRETENDING THERE’S NOTHING BETWEEN THEM.

DID DIANA LEAVE THAT HANDKERCHIEF FOR HIM?

YES!!!!!

YES, YES, YES, YES!!!!

‘Unless there’s rough ground!’ JANE SHADING JOSIE ABOUT HER WALKING HOME WITH BILLY.

Guys, this is so silly. Anne ALREADY knows how baby’s are made. AND THE GIRLS HAVE A PRETTY GOOD IDEA TOO. Remember S1? When they were disgusted about what Anne had seen/heard? THIS IS A CONTINUITY ERROR.

ANNE’S GOING TO ASK GILBERT ABOUT THE BIRDS AND THE BEES. WHAT.

YES THEY’RE READING US MARY’S OBITUARY.

IMA CRY.

‘That’s your mama’ STOP. PLEASE. STOP.

YES BARRY’S, FINALLY!

Okay but what are the girls doing?? Their parents are gonna kill them!

THEY’RE HOLDING SOME SORT OF PAGAN RITUAL.

THIS WHOLE THING IS WILD

‘How I love being a woman!’ MY BABY ANGEL. IF THE WRITERS TOUCH HER I WILL - 

BELLE HAS HAD HER BABY.

AH THE BEAUTY OF IT!!

GUYS I WASN’T AS MUCH OF A CLOWN AS I THOUGHT I WOULD BE. 

I WAS ONLY PARTLY A CLOWN!

YIPPEE!!!!

[freedom-shamrock]

Routines

Also on AO3. This is a Dadrien and Mominette story.

Adrien massaged Hugo's tummy, chanting in a sing song voice.  "Waterwheel, on the tummy, waterwheel on the tummy."  He switched to another technique.  "Sun and moon, sun and moon."

The toddler giggled, waving his arms happily from his spot on a towel between his father's spread legs.

"Almost done, darling boy," he said, checking the olive oil on his hands to make sure there was still enough.  "I… loooove… yoooooou."  This one was always a big hit.  "I… loooove… yoooooou."  He wiped his hands on a towel and helped his son with his pajama shirt.  "Okay, what's next?  Do you remember?"

"Teef!" Hugo shouted.

"Bedtime voice," Adrien reminded gently.  Early on with Emma, he'd made a conscious effort to be as different as possible from his own father.

"Teef," Hugo said, just this side of a shout.

"Yep.  Have at it."  He got up from his spot on the floor.  "Emma, sweetie, where are you at?"  His little girl was so good at following her bedtime routine.

"Reading," she replied.  That meant the living room, where they kept a shelf of kids' books.

"Great job, sweetie.  Hugo and I will be in, in a few minutes."  He found Hugo pushing the step stool in front of the bathroom sink.

"Papa," Hugo said, waving a tube at his father.  "Toof pates."

"I'm going to help you with that, sir," he said, easing the tube out of his son's chubby fingers.  "You like to squeeze on way too much."

Hugo giggled in agreement.

Once his teeth were done, Adrien scooped up his blue-eyed blond son and carried him into the living room.  "What am I reading tonight?" he asked.

"Can we do Ladybug and Chat Noir again?" Emma asked, gazing up at her father with eyes that mirrored his own.  The treasured graphic novel was sitting beside her on the blue couch.

"You like Auntie Alya and Uncle Nathanael's work, huh?  They'll be so pleased to hear that."  The book had arrived in the mail two days ago, signed by both the author and illustrator.  They would have hand delivered it, but they had a whole publicity junket to run and were currently out of the country.  Settling himself on the couch, Adrien patted his thighs, welcoming one child to each one.  "Are we starting in the beginning or somewhere in the middle?"  He glanced at the clock.  "We won't be able to read the whole thing."

Hugo looked at his big sister and waited for her response.

"Can we do Animan?" Emma asked.  "I love all the animals."

Adrien snorted and shook his head a little.  It wasn't public knowledge that he and his wife were Ladybug and Chat Noir, his kids didn't even know, yet.  This had been the first akuma that made him fear for Ladybug's life.  But time had made it easier.  As had the fact that they eventually defeated Hawk Moth, revealed their identities to each other, and were now happily married.

"All right, one animal akuma, coming right up," he said, flipping to the correct page.  He loved Nath's artwork on this, and hoped the book did well enough to warrant the full series Nath and Alya had planned.

When he'd finished the story, he carried Hugo to his bed, escorted by Emma.  The children hugged, with Hugo giving his sister a sloppy toddler kiss that she wiped off her cheek with the sleeve of her night gown.  Adrien knelt down beside the bed and hugged his precious son close.  "Goodnight and sweet dreams, darling boy."  He placed a firm but gentle kiss on his son's forehead.  "I love you so much."

"Love ooo Papa," Hugo said, cuddling up to the fluffy black cat plushie his mother had made for his last birthday.

Adrien turned on the nightlight and slowly dimmed the lights the rest of the way.  "See you in the morning."

Emma had already gotten into bed, and was waiting for him when he reached her room.  "When will Mama be home?" she asked, pouting a little.

"Not for a few more hours, sweetling."  He adjusted her light to half.  "But she only has to work late a few more days this week."

"Are we going to fashion week?" she asked.

Adrien smiled and nodded.  "Yes.  We'll go cheer on Mama's designs, right?"  He sat on the edge of her bed.

"Even the crazy ones," Emma said firmly.

"Yes."  Mari occasionally hauled out something full on haute couture for the finale.  "Even the crazy ones."

"Do we get ice cream after?"  It seemed vitally important to the little girl.

"That's our tradition, right?"  Given that his father had also been a famous designer, Marinette had been concerned about neglecting her family as Gabriel had.  She and Adrien had worked in the first few years of their marriage to establish some ground rules and routines to make sure he and any children they had would feel part of her success, and to prevent any feelings of neglect.

"Can I have chocolate cherry?" Emma wanted to know.

"You certainly may."  He held out his arms.  "Hugs for Papa?"

Emma threw herself at him.  For all that she was focused and responsible, she was also quite the ball of energy.  "I love you, Papa."

"I love you too, sweetie girl."  He rubbed her back and pressed a kiss to her forehead before laying her back on her mattress.  "If you go straight to sleep, you should be able to wake up in time for breakfast with Mama."

"Goodnight!"  The little girl burrowed quickly under her covers, her eagerness to have breakfast with her mother making him smile.

"Sweet dreams for my sweet daughter," he said, getting up and turning off her light.

When Marinette got home, it was nearly eleven and she was exhausted.  Without a word, he scooped her up and brought her to their bedroom.  "Did you have dinner?" he asked, sitting her on the bed so he could take off her shoes.  "Please tell me you did."

Smiling sleepily at him, she nodded.  "Yes.  I had Tristan fetch us takeout."

"Good.  I'll have to thank Tristan for taking care of you."  He pulled a makeup wipe off her dresser and went to work on her face.  

"You don't have to do that," she mumbled half-heartedly.  She hardly resisted anymore, it was so common around the busy times.

"Let me pamper you, love."  His hands were gentle, knowing exactly how much pressure was needed.  "Emma is looking forward to breakfast with you and fashion week ice cream."

She let out a weary laugh.  "She's such a good girl.  Thank you."

He paused, looked her over, and tossed the wipe in the trash.  "What for?"

"Being such an awesome dad and husband."  Her hand caressed his cheek.  "You've done such a good job with our kids and you keep us balanced."

Smiling, he helped her out of her clothes.  "The ladybug and black cat miraculous are the epitome of balance, my Lady," he whispered.  "As their holders, I think we can't help but do the same."  He eased a soft cotton nightgown over her head.  "Now let's get you to bed, my love.   Only a few more days to survive before we can celebrate your work with you."  He turned off the lights and crawled into bed, gathering her close.

"I love you Adrien," she murmured, her lips brushing the skin of his chest.

"And I love you."  He tipped her chin up to place a gentle kiss on her lips.  "My Lady."

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