#i had to send an uncomfortable email to an angry and stupid parent. my period started. i got a flat tire. AND

[spencereid]

this week has genuinely come out of hell and the last 4 hours alone are enough to make me pull my hair out

[lyssismagical]

i don’t know if you’re still taking prompts but maybe peter telling harley he has a crush on him? with maybe some fluff and angst. thank you :)

Peter had never really had an internet friend before, and sure, he was worried about what he was getting himself into at the start. They met because of Peter’s Twitter account which had amassed over three million followers because of his connection to the Avengers, Spider-Man, and being Tony Stark’s Intern.

There had been some comments he’d seen written by one Harley Keener, and eventually he started replying to them, and then one day, he sent Harley a message.

Worry had time to boil while waiting for a response, waiting to see if Harley was just someone who wanted an inside scoop on what Tony was really like, if Harley would get what he wanted and disappear, if Harley would use Peter’s trust.

But Harley responded with a dorky meme followed by how are you? and saw your last tweet, if you want help I’m always happy to :) Fixing up cars is kinda my forte.

The Twitter messages continued for nearly four months before Peter received a message with Harley’s number. Peter was worried about giving out his private phone number, even to Harley. He wasn’t quite sure he could trust him yet, not with any personal information.

But Harley had followed it up with a message that read only if you feel comfortable using it :) If not, no worries at all. I like Twitter all the same.

Before he knew it, he was waking up to Good Morning Texts, falling asleep to Good Night ones, spending weekends glued to his phone screen. By month seven, they were texting constantly, and by month nine, they started calling at least once a week.

When Peter falls, he falls hard.

Harley, over text and on the phone and even when they facetime, is the best. He’s a bit rough around the edges, the way May always worried Peter would become after all he’s been through, but Harley makes up for the brashness by being charming and doting. He did quietly sweet thing that he never took credit for like sending care packages to Peter. Well technically to the tower because he didn’t want to make Peter uncomfortable by asking for his address. Tony had teased Peter about it for ages.

The anxiety set in the moment he realized how he felt about the boy he’d been texting for a year.

He wanted to tell Harley how he felt, but he was scared. He didn’t want to lose one of the greatest things that had happened to him in a while.

It didn’t help how in the dark he was feeling.

This is where he would’ve turned to Ben.

Maybe even in recent years he might’ve turned to Tony for advice. He did tell Tony all about Liz after Peter started working with him. But Tony gets worried and protective, and if he found out Peter was talking to a boy who he’d never met, Tony might end up doing a full background check, maybe intimidating him. He didn’t want to put either of them into that situation.

He’d already talked to May. It was different, not how it ever felt when he talked to Ben about that sort of thing. Not necessarily bad, just different.

“I really like this boy,” Peter said. His head was in May’s lap and an old romcom was playing muted on the TV. “But we’ve only ever talked online, he lives all the way in Tennessee, and I’m terrified of screwing everything up.”

“You know your parents met online.” May had laughed quietly, nails scratching gently at his scalp. “Mary was working in California and Richard was here, but they met through mutual coworkers, I guess. They emailed a lot and eventually, when Mary moved back here, Richard told her how he felt.”

Peter pouted childishly and rolled his eyes. “It’s not that simple. We’ve been talking for a year, I can’t lose him now.”

“Well if you two are really friends, he won’t drop you if he doesn’t feel the same. But, I know I’m a little bit biased because I love you, he’s missing out on a lot if he lets you go.”

And that was that. To May, it was that simple.

To Peter, not so much.

Harley could ruin Peter’s life easily with the amount of information Pepper and Tony have fought to hide from the public.

But he knows he has to do it anyways.

Hey. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship or anything and if you don’t reciprocate we can just move on and pretend it never happened. I swear I won’t be angry or upset at all.

I just kinda have a huge crush on you. You’re so sweet to me and funny and sarcastic and I just idk I really like you.

And then he does something stupid.

He puts his phone in the suit’s pocket and goes out Spider-Manning, not wanting to miss a reply from Harley despite how late it is.

And then, because Parker Luck will never let him live a peaceful day, he falls straight into the Hudson River again, breaking his phone.

“It’ll work again, kid, if you’re really so attached to this one,” Tony says, flipping the phone upside down and watching the water drip onto the floor.

Peter finishes toweling off his hair and frowns. “I need it. I sent an important text last night and I need to see the response.”

“Thirty-six hours in rice, kid. That’s what Fri says does the trick.”

The towel falls from Peter’s grip. “Thirty-six hours? You’ve got to be kidding me. I need it like now, Tony.”

“I can’t do now, kid.”

So Peter waits.

Thirty-six hours.

He goes to school and his knee never stops bouncing, fingers tapping on his desk and getting reprimanded by five out of six of his teachers. Coach Wilson doesn’t, solely because Peter manages to turn most of his nerves and anxiety into running the track. Unfortunately, it means he forgets to be the pre-spider bite kid with asthma and could barely do three pushups, so Ned has to physically grab him when he’s on his sixth lap to tell him to cool it.

He’s scared.

He doesn’t want to know what his phone will tell him when he gets it back. He doesn’t want to see the rejection on the screen, the potentials of blackmail. It would be so easy for Harley to tell the world the truth about him. Bisexual, nightmare-riddled, dorky, Midtown High School Student, grieving his uncle’s death, secret holder for Stark Industries, Peter Parker. The target it would put on Peter’s back would make Tony put him in lockdown.

But when he arrives to the lab, seven am on the dot, exactly thirty-six hours later, Tony’s grinning in amusement, bag of rice in hand.

“Can’t believe your phone was so important that you’re risking not only detention but a grounding by skipping first period.”

Peter rolls his eyes, a little more annoyed than fond of the teasing, and Tony seems to pick up on it because he hands over Peter’s phone with a huffed, “God, teenagers.”

Fifty-eight texts from Harley and two dozen missed calls.

The most recent text reading a simple call me please.

So he does. He doesn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close behind Tony, leaving him alone in the lab, before turning his back and pushing his phone against his ear.

“Peter?” Harley sounds like a wreck, voice rough and hoarse, trembling like he’s trying not to cry. “If you’re fucking with me, I swear to god, I’ll walk all the way to fucking New York to punch you.”

“I’m so sorry!” Peter gasps. “I had my phone in my pocket and I fell in the river and Tony insisted it had to sit in a bag of rice for thirty-six hours, and I had no way to contact you-”

Harley cuts him off. “You fell in a river?”

Peter hasn’t told him about Spider-Man. “Well, uh, you know me, so clumsy… It’s not important. I’m just so sorry. I had to wait the thirty-six hours before I could see what you said-”

This time it’s Peter who cuts himself off.

Because he didn’t actually read the messages. He doesn’t know what Harley thinks.

“I didn’t sleep last night, I was so worried. Fucking hell, Peter, don’t do that to me, alright? You never answered me, are you fucking with me? Is this some strange joke? ‘Cause it’s not funny.”

“Not a joke,” Peter says quickly. “I swear, it’s not a joke. I’m sorry, Harley, if you- if you want to just forget this all happened, I’d totally get it and I-”

Harley laughs. Well and truly laughs. “Forget this happened? This is by far the funniest love story I’ve ever heard, Parker. Tell me you like me and then fall into a fucking river. What is your life?”

“Love story,” Peter repeats.

“I like you too, you dumbass.”

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[alyjojo]

Today is the story of how my pregnancies came to be, without the fun stuff. It plays a very large role in why I believe in God tbh.

So my ex. It’s a relevant start. Him and I were together four years, never used protection, dumb as that is. I bring that up at because, for much of that time, I just didn’t have periods. Like at all.

After about a year of waiting and taking pregnancy tests wondering what the hell, I went to the doctor (I hate doctors...back then fear won, a lot) and she gave me pills to force me to have one.

I would have one sporadically after, so I didn’t feel like a mutant, and I’d be like well okay...and didn’t go back to the doctor. But it was every few months.

PCOS seems to run in my family, my cousin has used years of fertility treatments to have children, and though it’s worked it’s been a hell of a struggle for her. I was always kind of afraid I couldn’t have kids.

July 2007, I felt a way that was different, didn’t have a period as usual, took a pregnancy test. This was a regular thing with the lack of periods. Positive. ....what?? Told him, and he lost his fn mind. I can’t describe just how stupid he acted, and I was lost. How I knew later he was a cheating pos. We went to Planned Parenthood to take their test. Negative. Idiot danced to his car, and something in me knew he was an idiot but I just let it go.

We broke up a few days later, he did, of course.

The day after we broke up, midst all my emotions yanno how that goes, I started on my own for the first time in...I couldn’t remember. And it stayed that way, regular, every month, ever since.

Mom said “it’s the guy”, who by that point she was kind of disgusted with too lol. Well. Yeah. It was? Seems so. Angry and blaming and rawr at God like I was and they were like nope sorry...not that one, and I just showed you that 🙏

He continuously plays a role in this story. Idk if he was A soulmate of some sort. I’m definitely one of his life lessons. It’s always been...deeper, even if we don’t even get along. At all.

Ok so hubby. Years later. Ex was long gone, didn’t talk didn’t nada, I lived with my boyfriend 😜 and his parents for a year, working on my car and saving money for a place. Which I did, we moved in August and September 18 (my late gmas bday), I hadn’t had a period and took a test like oh this crap again. Honestly didn’t think I could have kids...never had a scare in the year I’d already been with hubby.

Pregnant. Whaaat? So my EX sends me an email the next fn day. How? I have no idea. I had told hubby...that’s it. I don’t even remember what the email said, how are you or something idk, I avoided it like the plague before being like omg just answer and writing something quickly, send, delete. Never read it again. I’d gotten him out of my brain space tyvm bye. Well in my response was something like lol I’m pregnant. He was the 2nd person to know. And considering he flipped out and left over a baby...karma.

In my later belief system, and seeing my oldest’s chart, she has much Libra/Scorpio influencing her (10th, Saturn/Moon). I felt like initially that positive may have been her, just long enough to get him tf out. The timing of his message blew my mind. Didn’t speak again for like 10 years, baby daughter got the name I had always wanted, and gmas middle to honor her. I still see 9:18 periodically. Love u Gma ❤️

So next baby. After two years in our first apartment, we were bombarded with BEES 🐝 Like this was insane level of bees, you couldn’t leave the house without these threatening mfers chasing you to the car, management was shit, we moved.

Moved into a bigger nicer apartment in a nicer part of town. August again. Had a fun night with some drinks to celebrate the night we moved in...no protection, big fun, hubby joked drunk, there’s #2.

So September 11th...I bought it 😆 But I refused to do it on that day. September 12th...hello baby girl #2.

Years and years pass, we use condoms regularly. Very careful always. Idk how my son came to be and I’ll say it till I die. I went back to work, I had lost a bunch of weight lol, I was not in baby mode at all. I was 100% done. So much that for two months I didn’t even realize. Until my jeans stopped fitting and I was like WTF. Sure enough. Hello baby boy.

I had been playing the sure let’s be friends game 🙄 with some of my ex’s after hubby’s stupid bs. Nothing more trust & believe, hell no. And it just doesn’t work as friends either so idk why we ever tried. Will never get along. The other ones were just drama...was my Saturn return, that was a nightmare. Then we entered his, and that was also a nightmare. That’s as much as I’ll say about that 💯

The last thing I said to that same ex, 10 years later...I’m pregnant 😆 It’s a kind of karma somehow. Goodbye again, the same way it’ll always be. Like God was like I’m sorry, you need a reminder?

My children ❤️

I always blamed my husband for doing it on purpose. Because he was so happy when I was. He’ll always deny it, but the boy came out DADDY’S boy and I just let him take over because...well he wanted to. And for the first time, the baby wanted, demanded, him too. It was actually insanely sweet, still is.

I went to the doctor and said I guess I’m due in February? She’s like try Christmas. I literally threw away the whole doctor and got a new one because I thought she was lying to me 😆

So on Christmas DAY, 6pm, I’m making meatloaf bc I knew a baby would be coming soon and we didn’t want a fridge full of leftovers...water breaks. 7cm dialated by 7pm, they gave me meds to slow down while hubby dropped off the kids at gmas. Little Aries moon was OUT in four hours 🤣 My biggest baby.

Jane...we were again very careful. Condom flew off inside of me completely. Like flew. Idk how tf that happens and it was very uncomfortable to fix btw. We knew, and when it was positive, we knew. We were not in a good place at that time. It was bad.

She was due on my cousins bday, and down to the very signs they would’ve been similar, and my cousin has lost babies...kind of how we had our falling out. She was mad at me for having my boy, but she was petty and rude to me for months, it broke my heart, then her mom my aunt tells me how she and my mother just talk shit about us both, when I trusted her the most, I just...bye. Gtfo ur one of them. Cried.

Well Jane. I lost Jane. I’ll always be sad about it. Cap with Gemini moon (supposed to) ended up being a little lost Leo. Same middle name as my cousin.

It’s here I’ll mention our foster kids. Hubby’s niece by blood, nephew by marriage. They were hard, that situation was hard, the boy is on the spectrum (which I now know means dick all really, he’s incredibly normal despite his horrific early circumstances) and he alone needs a lot of care. And their parents broke up and his dads side wanted them...he’s not ours, how could we claim him first? Our niece fits like a glove, she is ours. His sisters. We felt it was taking away from our kids after awhile, having two more suddenly, with DFS and court and visits and phone calls. We were getting screamed at by the parents for trying to be good people...then my car broke down with this timing chain nightmare, his was totaled (fk u forever)...then came the positive with boy, and we gave the kids to their Dad’s mom. Who is a very nice lady, with money, sister in law be pissed or not. We all felt we just couldn’t do it.

The boy was a Christmas Eve boy. Hilarious and so smart and adorable and sweet, just a lot of work. Our niece, a Leo, born way too early (late Oct due date). Small, tiny, but healthy.

My son is Christmas Day. Hilarious and SO smart and adorable and so sweet...a lot of work. Can not look away for two seconds. Also breaks things. Also punches his sisters. Even looks kinda like our nephew. Its eerie.

I tell my husband we didn’t keep the kids...we had the kids 😞 Because I ended up losing my little Leo, born way too early 😢

These kids are why I believe everything, they’re why I have faith, they’re how I notice the funny little things others wave off as oh it’s coincidence. No, it’s not.

Whether there’s another in the future idk. With Covid it’s not something I want right now. I did have my heart set on 4, once Jane came into the picture.

Maybe someday. Maybe not. Besides #2, which hubby joked about, and she’s a silly sarcastic goose just like her Daddy 😆, it seems God has more say on that then I ever have. With everything.

Take charge types scold me like “you have the power”, and I’m like oh yeah watch this. Try to work or try to do anything, car tires burst or something, some emergency, hubby has some insane project he needs me with them for, a baby appears, or foster kids, something always happens to keep me home. They all need me here. Just how it works in my life.

Someday...who knows? For now, this year, I’m a homeschool teacher ❤️ We’re happy 😊