#mj rambles about life

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

Star wars is a fandom that was made by George Lucas. He based star wars off of war and you can't deny that. Vietnam, cold War, nazi Germany, juliue caesar, napoleon bonapart, Richard Nixon. This is the history it's based on.

So thank you star wars for finally showing the true story of the rebellion and for showing that it isn't just all dudes in cloaks with glowing sticks fighting robots, it's about the people and the pain and the suffering.

And sincere anger towards any star wars fan who refuses to watch andor because its not like what you've seen before.

[softgrungeprophet]

every day i go "maybe i should kill off xyz character" and then i go "but what if they could live instead"

[gncrezan]

[charles-edwin]

every once in a while i’m hit by the knowledge that the sun is just some star. nobody would even look at it twice from another galaxy, lost in the ocean of countless similar stars or overshadowed by much bigger ones. and yet it is the source of light and warmth for the entire planet earth, which is full of different and complex lives that depend on it.

really makes me think that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being average, it doesn’t define your impact or who you really are. and just because you’re average compared to others, that doesn’t mean you’re not wonderful on your own. you don’t have to be massive to be important either!!!

we’re all full of potential to create light and warmth for others ❤️💙

[wp100]

I remember when the MJ Oslo Dangerous show leaked... That shirt rip during 'Man in The Mirror'. good times

also Johannesburg 1997. His parents were in the crowd. I totally forgot about taht fact lol. He was pretty exhausted in that show tho, think it was his second-to-last HIStory show. Can be hard to watch at times

I think another show must've leaked while I was absent from the fandom (since like LN released, 2018?) Copenhagen '92 I believe (looks like it was 'released' AKA leaked after I left... Great timing lol)

Basel... Omfg Basel. I remember seeing that Beat It clip. I couldn't stop watching it for days and days lol. I wanted new pro footage so badly for my shitposts and 'edits'

[achillean-knight]

Woe, doodles be upon ye

HC's below the cut if you're absolutely interested in my Spiderverse Noir HC's + his world 👉👈

First the ones I agree with that I've seen a shit ton of people mention >:33

- He is a fatherly figure to Peni. I can imagine when they see each other again, she'd run to him and give him the biggest fucking hug ever. She experienced her Canon Event between ITSV and ATSV too, right? So I can see her needing comfort so badly, and the only ones she ever truly grew close to were Noir and Ham.

- He'd 10000/10 get along so well with Hobie. Along with Hobie legit mentioning his hatred for the AM, PM and fuckin NAZIS IN THE COMIC ,

he'd be rambling so much with Noir about common interests and get along so well with him. Imagine he badazzles him in punk attire and based on this image:

(I'll link where I found the image tomorrow when I'm on my laptop lol if I remember) but based on this image, he teaches Noir how to play the guitar and shit and OUYGG I WANNA SEE THEM INTERACT (they're my fave Spiderverse characters so 👉👈)

- OHOHOHO He loves the colour purple. So much. He can't see it, ofc but he has such a love for the colour that he sees any beautiful colour- or well, of what he can see of colours, and thinks every pretty colour is Purple.

- MJ see's Noir/Peter as a brother and he see's MJ as a sister in turn. There is no romantic attraction at all. Yeah, this means MJ see's Aunt May as a nice Aunt Figure she can go to and talk to about things.

Now onto some of my own headcanons- or some that I don't see mentioned a ton. These have probably been said before but oh well, these are just what I like and my brain go BRRR

- Felicia is taller then Noir. (For those unfamiliar, Felicia is a character from the comic.) Yes that'd probably make her freakishly tall based on how tall Noir is in the movie, but that comic panel of when he first meets her rots in my brain.

- Felicia still has her mask from her ordeals. However, unlike how she pushes away Peter, they actually become friends again. Comfort each other. They swore they'd never be in a relationship again.

- Noir is a combo of both his OG comics personality and 2020's comics personality. I see movie noir as anywhere between 19 - 21. He's learning and developing as a human still. He's calmer and kinder and resembles how his personality is in the newer comics, however, based on this deleted scene LOL, makes me think he looses his shit easily and goes actually feral.

(here's the link to where I found the video BC I actually saved the link lol yeah it's reblogged by yours truly, but the full post is there.)

- Oh yeah, Noir most definitely adopted Ding Ding btw. He probably is nearly at the newer comics stage of his life, being a private eye and such, drinking his fucking egg creams like newer comics noir SBSBBS So he found and adopted Ding Ding.

- Despite being young (19 - 21) he has serious eyebags man, dudes sleep deprived 😔 I'm also heavy on the Spiderverse portrait of him unmasked that I don't really draw/see him with facial scars but he could totally have them after the shit he went through 💀

- Noir is a part-time singer. I will not elaborate.

There's so many other things I wrote down that I want to share, but they're on my computer 😭 so you get these for now hhhh

Sorry if they're half-assed, it's 10:30 pm, I am tired

[landothemuppet]

Please, notice me | part. one

wordcount → 3.4K

summary → It has been eight months since The Blip. It also has been months since you live with Peter’s new obsession, increased feelings for a girl who isn’t you. You believed you would finally spend time with your friends during the Europe trip, this summer. It was without counting on Peter’s Plan. You try to enjoy those last days in New-York with your best friend.

disclaimer → This mini-series takes place during the events of FFH and NWH movies. The fic will contain many of those movie scenes, including some bonus scenes. the Spider-Man divider is from @silkholland

pairing ↳ peter parker x female!bestfriend!reader

warning(s)  → angst, jealousy.

taglist: @justapurrcat  @delightfulmuffinclamauthor if you want to be added in my taglist, please let me know just here

“I have a plan” Your best friend announced, as he sat spontaneously in his chair, somewhat agitated.

He didn’t wait a second longer to state his so-called plan, as if it seemed the best idea in the world.

But Peter wasn't Peter without his hard-contained hyperactivity, which didn't stop you from smiling to yourself. All of Peter's clumsy features made him incredibly endearing.

Ned listened intently to your friend's ramblings as you absentmindedly continued your drawing in your sketchbook. In fact, Peter always had a plan. Well, he almost always had one, except in the important moments when he let his instincts or his feelings take over. But lately, your sweet best friend had a multitude of plans, all aimed at one and the same goal. And that's why, despite all the consideration you had for the boy with the curly brown hair, you didn't give importance to his new schemes.

You still caught Ned telling your best friend not to do any of this, with a lot of irony, which made you split a small chuckle. You loved your friend’s candor. Ned always had the gift to make you laugh, or just smile, even when it was serious. He tried to convince your friend with arguments about the single life, which you didn’t really pay attention to. To tell the truth, it often happened that you locked yourself in your world while your two best friends rambled about various subjects. Today was not an exception.

Ned had never understood Peter’s sudden fondness for MJ, so do you. It was like your best friend, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from Queens, had woken up one morning with an obsession… Some wake up from a coma by speaking a language they never spoke… Others, like Peter, discover relatively sudden feelings for people they had never considered before. He always talked about her as if she were the most impressive person on the planet, He always looked at her as if she could hang the moon and the stars, He drank her words as if she could put the universe in a bottle. And it had been going on for months, without you knowing why his feelings had grown overnight. You felt like one day he was madly in love with Liz, the next day he was fighting his father, and the next day MJ had become all of Peter’s conversation subjects. And since then, you felt like your head was going to explode.

Your fingers continued to scribble while your mind continued to wander in your own thoughts. Chance, or the irony of fate, call it what you want, wanting the next song on your playlist to reflect exactly the feelings that lay dormant in you.. You were that kind of person who created incredible scenarios in your head when you were listening to music. Thus, a cover of “Mr. Sandman” could send your mind into a torrential rain, where your body was lying in a pool of blood while your soulmate, the biggest charismatic mobster in London, begged you to stay with him.

"Y/N ?" Peter asked

You looked up, the cloud of thoughts dissipating from your eyes to meet your best friend's chocolate gaze.

There was something with his eyes, something that always attracted you. A comforting warmth, a spark of innocence, an open window to the extraordinary person that was Peter Parker. But at that moment, his expression was one of expectation and as you turned your head towards Ned, you only met the same expression. A question on hold, awaiting your response, your opinion.

“No, yeah…Peter’s right. It’s a great plan”.

Ned shook his head in resignation while your other best friend gave you that idiot puppy smile. You always followed Peter's path, the Filipino knew it. And that sometimes caused tensions in the past. It had always been Ned, you and Peter but your friend was not fooled and knew that your feelings for the one who embodied Spider-Man during his free time, would always take over your decision. It was unintentional.

Yet, You didn't want Ned to feel left out again. You were therefore in an awkward position, not knowing the details of the conversation. But admitting you weren't listening might hurt Peter.

"But Ned isn't wrong either" you added, hoping to satisfy everyone.

Peter grimaced, a look of incomprehension on his face. At that moment, you wished you had listened to Peter's plan, but your heart wasn't in it.

"Okay, sure…" Peter said "But I really like MJ, man"

You have chosen this moment to return to your notebook until Peter's restless behavior distracts you from your drawing again.

"She's coming up. Just DON'T say anything." Peter panicked a bit.

MJ stood in front of you. You politely greeted her with a smile as the two boys rambled on. Ned threw the information that Peter had a plan then tried to catch up. You raised your eyebrows at the "teaspoon collection" excuse, even more so when Peter simply blamed it on Ned. What did you do to deserve friends like that? "Oh. Okay. Well, that was a real rollercoaster." MJ said and again, you try to suppress your chuckle. The brunette girl turned to you, patiently waiting, standing a bit awkwardly as she always did and you pinched your lips and shrugged. She was waiting for your own plans for this trip.

"I guess, I’m going to keep an eye on these idiots and take a little interest in art in Venice… but above all, keep an eye on these morons." "It sounds like a great responsibility," she said in her legendary laid-back manner. "It is."

Peter and Ned gave you their offended but quite adorable looks. It would be a lie to say that you weren't the quiet strength of the group. MJ then advised you to use VPNs to protect yourself from the government and you nodded politely again, this time uninterested in why the young woman was interested in conspiracy theories. Ned merely added a remark about the fact that all this had gone well, implying that MJ had not discovered Peter’s plan, and you laughed as your friend gave the Filipino a somewhat impressed and annoyed look, stalling his tongue against his cheek to suppress a sarcastic remark of which he had the secret.

You liked that side of Peter. You found it rather amusing. That little something, those little facial expressions that hinted that Peter could be pungent. That kind of look he just gave at Ned that told you he was holding back some sarcasm…a little verbal rant that would be extremely well thought out and not necessarily harmful. A kind of "no kidding?" non-verbal. And that made Parker sexy.

Sexy wasn't the first word one would associate with Peter Parker. Some would say: loser, weird, nerd or even would ask ; "who?". Usually, You would have said cute….but at that moment, his somewhat sarcastic attitude made your stomach turn deliciously. Peter's gaze softened as it rested on you and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"So, what are you going to do on this science trip?" he asked, as if you hadn’t already answered the question a few minutes earlier, when MJ asked you to. "Anything but science. I really go there for the art. I mean Italy and France are two countries known for their talented artists, right?"

Your gaze shifted to Ned, who shrugged, unaware of your words. Ned and Peter weren't really cheerful or interested with the Renaissance paintings, they were more like: Star Wars LEGO Death Star. What you also appreciate, you would not lie, but you appreciate the poetry in old paintings and sculptures. Some would call you pathetic, others would simply call you romantic.

The bell rang and you simply put your sketchbook in your backpack. You followed Ned and Peter down the halls, this time a little more focused on the conversation. Several students rushed to clean their lockers before the end of the year, while others seemed eager to throw away their classes as if they would no longer need them. You walked through the doors to a new hallway where you saw Flash throwing food from his locker into a trash can. You could not suppress a grimace of disgust.

"So what are you going to do on your last days in New York?” Ned asked Peter while you three walked through the hall. “Ooh, I have some errands to run.” started to answer Peter

You continued on your way when you felt the projectile thrown by Flash fall on your shoulder bag. You looked at the man with an angry look, not doubting that this piece of stale pizza was undoubtedly aimed at Peter. But the widespread indifference of your best friends about it just kept you going your way, so you could focus on the conversation again.

“I have to get a mini toothpaste, pick up my passport and then take down the Manfredi crime family.” “Oh” Ned said, impressed about the last part of Peter’s to-do list. “Can I come? I need to do that too!” you quickly said, only to face two surprised looks from your friends. “ I mean, except the take down Manfredi crime family thing”

There was hope in your eyes. You wanted to spend some time with Peter because a strange feeling told you that you wouldn't during this trip to Europe. The exchange of glances between your two friends indicated a silent conversation and Peter seemed to hesitate. He looked at you with his sheepish expression, his mouth forming an O, waiting to speak his words.

"Uh yeah.. yeah, I mean, if you have to do it…you can do it with me," he said, moving his head and shoulders frantically in a mismatch between his gestures and his words. You could sense the anxiety and hesitation in his behavior. "Are you sure? I can do it alone if you don't want me…it's just…"

You didn’t want to be a burden on Peter, You initially thought his reluctance was due to his Spider-Man business. Although you’ve been his friend for as long as you can remember, you were only made aware of his dual identity after Ned. The truth is, you discovered his secret recently at the prom. As you were leaving the bathroom to join your group of friends, you had met Peter who would run quickly towards the exit, without having seen you. You saw him lifting a bunch of lockers like he was wearing a light weight. Then Ned disappeared from the evening. The next day, you confronted them and were told: Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

You then thought that his purchases were then about his plan to seduce MJ. So, if he had things he wanted to do in your absence, that was perfectly legitimate. You asked only from a practical point of view. You could see the various feelings passed through the eyes of your best friend: the misunderstanding of your withdrawal, the fear of having possibly hurt you, the panic of your weak disappointment. Peter Parker was a quick emotional kettle.

"No. No, you can come with me. Come with me, please Y/N." Peter asked more peacefully, almost begging you to come this time.

You smiled politely, mixed emotions, and then nodded your head in acquiescence. You weren’t really sure that Peter wanted you to be there. You looked at Ned who shrugged and said he had to be with his Lola for the rest of the week.

You first went to Delmar to buy the necessary supplies: mini toothpaste, and small bottles to pour hygiene products into (shower gel, shampoo, make-up remover), without forgetting about electric plug adaptors. The best grocer in Queens kept cheering you up. He always did. His eagerness and interest in the lives of his clients were always remarkable and you loved the interactions he had with you or with Peter. You were amused to see Mr Delmar’s enthusiasm for the call-up of Europe, and how Peter had destroyed all the hopes of your favorite grocer by evoking science. Once again, you could only understand his reaction, the saw was not the main reason that convinced you to make this trip.

You quietly laughed at Peter trying to ask in Spanish for a headphone double adapter, - knowing that Spain was not a stopover on your trip to Europe, and that Italian, despite what you might think, did not look like Spanish at all - . You pinched your lips so as not to laugh more when the grocer answered him nonchalantly with a simple "what" in Spanish. However, you were not able to suppress a funny smile when Peter asked for the dual headphone adapter, this time in English. Mr. Delmar corrected him with a smile, as you strolled through the nearby candy stand, cuddling Murph who was laying on a display. Peter’s interaction with the grocer made your cheeks warm. Peter had this facility to joke with such confidence, blatantly denying that his Spanish was wobbly and that his request was almost accurate in comparison to the words used by Mr Delmar.

“You finally asked Y/N’s out. You’re a great guy, Peter Parker” Mr Delmar said with a “dad proud” look on his face. “Oh, no…no Mr. Delmar it’s not what you.. ” started Peter, trying to find his words.

Peter's gaze turned to you then to the grocer, several times in a row. His mouth opened and closed to find the words. He seemed to run out of words, overwhelmed, like a stray puppy.

Why did everyone keep believing that you and him could be a thing? May, now Mister Delmar, even Karen, the AI ​​of his suit seemed to believe that Y/N was more than a friend to him.

Could you think so too? Could you think that you both could be " a thing" ? Peter’s heart went crazy, not sure to be excited about it or stressed out, or terrified. You were his friend, right? He really liked MJ, by the way. But the idea of you both dating as…lovers? It couldn't be that bad… Peter shook his head to clarify his mind, trying in vain to find an answer to the grocer.

“We…well, She’s…” the brown haired boy continued.

How could this adorable stuttering boy be the brash and brave Spider-Man? You could clearly see two aspects of his personality… The mask must have helped, you thought.

You had to save Peter from this embarrassing situation. You must have. That's what friends do, right? And to be fair, it was awkward for you too. You wished it were true. You hoped that Peter feels the same way as you do. But you clearly could see how the thought of it disturbed your adorable dork friend. It was hurting you to hear your best friend arguing with his thoughts and words about it, over and over and over…and over. You approached the counter placing three small packets of gummy bears on it.

“We aren't together, Mr. Delmar… There’s for another girl.” you say with a small shy smile, lips pressed together, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Peter looked at you, he gave you the same smile you gave him a few seconds ago. You could feel the look of pity the grocer was giving you. This man knew everything, he was, as you liked to call him, the soul of Queens. Nothing escaped him, not a single gossip, not a single crisp story escaped his ears. He had always listened, voluntarily or unintentionally. He was the confidant of an entire neighborhood. The best sandwiches in Queens but also the best advice. Peter’s eyebrows frowned at the sight of the gelatin gummy bears, not sure of the reason for this compulsive purchase, on his check.

“Hey, what’s that for?” He practically shouted, somewhat offended by your audacity

You shrugged nonchalantly, almost too confident, a mischievous little smile on the corner of your mouth.

“You owe me one. I bought you some churros the other day” “Fine,” Peter said, defeated.

You wrinkled your nose smiling victoriously and, in your spontaneity, you thanked him while laying a kiss on his cheek, as his became redder than your favorite candy. He might be in love with another girl but Peter Parker, remained Peter Parker. An adorable boy very clumsy with girls.

It was a bad idea. It was even a very bad idea to follow Peter everywhere he needed to go before packing his suitcase for your student trip in Europe.

You were now in a pawn shop and your best friend was trying to resell figurines to get money to offer a special jewel for MJ - unsurprisingly -. Once again, you took a step back, letting Peter do his stuff as you had nothing to sell to this guy who seemed a little unpleasant to you.

“You’re sure about this ?” the salesman asked him. “Yeah. I wanna buy a girl I like something really nice”

Jealousy, Jealousy. You felt your blood boil and turn into liquid acid, and if curses had been real - after all, you lived in a world where your seventeen-year-old best friend had fought an alien in space - your skin would’ve turned a bright shade of green. Not the elegant, poetic emerald green, no. A straight-up radioactive green one that was the perfect metaphor for how "corrosive" was the feeling who grew in your stomach.

Especially since one of these figurines were gifts that you had given to Peter. So, seeing him like that, selling his goods to impress a girl, that put you out of your mind. You were hurt. You felt your worth was less than MJ’s. It wasn’t really about the figurine, you were aware that we were all growing up at some point in our lives and that it was normal for us to separate from material goods over time. You couldn’t understand his logic. Peter was in love, certainly…. But to the point of abandoning objects related to his passions, for a girl? It was improbable. It was totally disproportionate.

‘Hm. Well, I hope she’s worth it. Is it her?’

The man pointed to you, as you walked down the aisles again in search of a trinket. There were so many things at such different prices. You were pretty sure you’d find some treasures in the stalls of that second-hand store. Peter looked at you and his ears turned red.

“Oh. No. No, she’s my best friend Y/N. She’s nice, but she’s not… That’s not her” He tried to whisper so you wouldn’t hear him…as if you possessed his super-hearing. “Whatever.” “Are you done Peter? The passport office will close soon” you asked, a bit anxious to be late at the passport office.

Peter quickly looked at you, his chocolate surprised doe eyes. He blinked, tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack, eager to sell his figurines while hoping not to be scammed by the seller.

“Yeah…yeah” “So, all of them, buddy?” “Actually, can I keep the Lobot” Peter asked, like a sad child, moving almost unbalanced from foot to foot, hesitant.

He reached out to his figurine and the seller gave it back. Peter’s eyes landed directly on the little plastic toy, as if relieved to have picked up the Lobot, an adorable smile on his face.

“Thanks. Yeah, I'll keep that one.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, you were softened by the attitude of your best friend. Even though he was love-struck - and it always hurt you to realize that it wasn’t for you - there was still the Peter Parker you had always known. Same old nerd Peter Parker : nerd but cute.

Finally, you both went to the passport office. The line up was long and you felt Peter become increasingly stressed during the day. As your best friend seemed impatient, you looked up at him and saw him tapping on his phone. You dropped a little surprise cry when a little animal spider came out of her backpack.

"It’s all right, miss," the man in front of you asked you, looking worried. "Yes, yes… I… thought I saw a bee flying near me. It was a simple fly" you covered up your discomfort by coughing.

The stranger frowned and you felt the judgment, you offered him a tight smile before the man turned to focus on the waiting wire. A second later, the metal railing flew to a sold-out window and the red light vigil pointing to the closed station now indicated that it was open. You pinched the fun lips while watching Peter try to be discreet, turning on himself to reach the counter to ask for his passport. You followed it to take advantage of it as well. The trip to Europe could finally begin.

[stinkysam]

Peter Parker - I never lost hope.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “pt 2 of tasm!peter x reader where they're both heroes?? maybe them talking again and finally starting to get along well again” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : Part ONE

Even though Peter didn't respond to your messages, you continue to send him texts through the years. Mainly for new years, Yom Kippur, Hanukkah, Passovers, birthdays and christmases. And a bit randomly at times.

Then one day you saw him at your door. He was in his spider suit, his mask off, sweaty and disheveled.

You didn't have the time to say anything that he had wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

Shocked, you slowly responded to the hug, your hands holding his arms.

“Peter ? What's going on ?” You said, gently pushing him off of you to make him talk.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” He started. “I should've answered your texts.”

“What ?” You shook your head, not understanding. “You're mad so-”

“No ! I mean, yes, I was mad at first, then it was just… pettiness and I didn't know what to answer so it was easier to ignore them.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“W- what happened ? Why are you here ?”

“It's… complicated.”

You frowned, not understanding.

“I went to another universe…” He started. “Saved Max and doctor Connors and a bunch of other villains from other mes, oh, and I also saved MJ, she's the love of one of mes’ life. Saving her really did something to me. Magic is real. And one of mes got stabbed but it's not his first time which is a bit worrisome-”

You stared at him, as if he's told you he went to another universe and that magic is real- oh, wait, that's what he told you ! You blinked incredulously, trying to follow his rambling, putting your hands on his shoulders to slow him down.

“What ?” He asked, almost out of breath.

“What the fuck ?” You whispered, still shocked.

“Yeah ! I know !” He nodded excitedly before continuing. “Peter 2, the other me, and Peter 1 too, actually, made me realize I didn't have to be alone and that it was worth trying to fight for the people we love and I love you, you're my best friend and I shouldn't have been mad at you for trying to look out for me and-” He froze as you hugged him, your head resting on his shoulder.

“I'm sorry… For Gwen.” You said quietly.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him as you could finally give him your condolences face to face.

“I'm glad it's not a ‘I told you so’” He joked and you kicked his knee. “It's… okay. I've made my mourning. It wasn't your fault but mine. You tried to warn me-”

“I don't care ! I should've been there to help you protect her !”

“No, no. You said it. It's impossible to constantly watch after one person. It's paranoid and unhealthy.”

“But maybe I could've helped change that.” You said, letting go of him.

“Maybe, or maybe she still would've died. You don't know.”

“But still-”

“No ! Stop it !” He grabbed your face, stopping you from talking more. “Thank you for being there for me even if it was from afar. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. I should've answered your messages. I shoul-”

“It's okay.”

“No it's not ! I've been the worst best friend ever but I'm here to make up for it. Will you forgive me ?”

“Of course I forgive you !” You said, wrapping your arms around him once more. “You're my best friend.”

Peter smiled, hugging you again.

“Thank you for all your messages.” Even though he didn't want to admit it at the time, seeing them really helped him feel cared for and important.

You patted his back gently, before pulling away.

“Of course. I never stopped caring about you.”

“Thanks, man. It meant a lot. I promise I'll be here for you.” He said and you smiled.

“Wanna come in ? Instead of talking by the doorstep ?”

“Yeah… I'd like to.”

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Communication

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Consideration

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Wednesday came and Belle arrived home after her late class.  All she wanted was a shower and some food.  Lila wasn’t home, having gone on a date with Bucky.  She sighed as she looked over her mail.  A letter caught her eye. “Manhattan School of the Arts” it said.  She trembled as she opened the envelope. 

Dear Miss Davis,  Thank you for sending us your resume and school records.  Pending receiving your state credentials, we are pleased to offer you a position as a teacher for our First-Grade students.  Training would begin in June and the school year would start August 1st.  We offer our congratulations on your pending graduation and look forward to working with you in June.  Sincerely,  Headmaster David Zolinski Manhattan School of the Arts

Belle couldn’t believe it.  She did it.  She was finally a teacher.  She snapped a photo and sent it to Lilia. 

B: I did it! L: Congrats! Celebrate Friday? B: Can’t this weekend L: Why? B: With Steve L: even better celebration. TTYL? B: Say hi to Bucky for me L: He says congrats. 

Belle wanted to celebrate.  She sent the same photo to Steve. 

SR: Congratulations B: Thank you SR: We’ll celebrate on Friday B: OK

She was deflated.  She hoped for more.  She quietly made dinner and sat watching a cooking show when she heard the doorbell.  She opened her door and was surprised by Steve.  “What are you doing here?”

“I realized that you just had a major life accomplishment and that Lila wouldn’t be here.  You should be able to celebrate in the moment.”  He held up a bottle of Prosecco and a paper bag. 

“Are you allowed out by yourself?”

“I have security.  They are downstairs.”

“Bucky approved?”

He chuckled.  “Bucky approved.  Can I come in?”

“Oh shit, sorry.  Yes of course.”  Steve walked in a deposited a kiss as he passed.  Belle felt her head start to swim from lack of breathing.  “Umm, let me grab some glasses.” 

Steve noticed the uneaten plate on the coffee table. “You haven’t eaten?”

“I just got home from school.” 

“It’s late.” 

“Yeah, it’s the only time for this particular lab.  And it was rough.” 

“How so?” 

“Had to find a new lab partner.” 

“Why?” Belle hesitated. “Isabella, tell me,” he ordered. 

“Because my old partner is Scott.  And we’re not talking right now.” 

“You spoke to him about Saturday.” 

“I did.  And he said some things that upset me so I told him I wouldn’t speak to him unless he apologized.  Which he hasn’t done.  So, I asked MJ to be my partner.” 

“MJ?”

“Michelle Jones.  She is Peter’s fiancé.” 

“You have a few friends.  I didn’t know that.” 

“Yeah, just the six of us. Well, you and Bucky can be added, I guess. I mean if we are friends. Wait. I mean, I don’t mean we’re not friends I just mean…” She stopped.  “How long are you going to let me ramble?”

“I don’t know.  It’s cute when you do it.” He laughed.  “We’re friends Isabella.” 

“Just friends.”  She sighed and took a bite of her now cold food. 

“Isabella?”

“Sorry, I’m just working through it.” 

Steve cleared his throat and tried to change the subject.  “So, I brought you a dessert.”  He revealed two slices of cheesecake. 

“I love cheesecake.  Thanks.”  She tried to smile but it wouldn’t reach her eyes. 

“Isabella, talk to me.”

“Why are you here?  If you don’t want this type of relationship, why are you here?” Steve went to reach for her hands and she pulled away. “No.  I want an answer.” 

“I do want a relationship, just not a romantic hearts and flowers type of relationship.  But you’re right.  We do need to be friends for the type of relationship I want to work.  You have to be able to talk to me and you don’t right now.” 

“I don’t?  I told you about this.” She held up the letter. 

“But it’s the first time you’ve ever done it.  Please Belle, I’m trying.” 

“I don’t know if I can do this.” 

“What?”

“Be like this.  Submissive.” 

“Its not just that. We will spend time together when we are together on the weekends.  Just try.” 

“One weekend?”

“One weekend. That’s all I ask.” 

“Does it have to be this weekend?  I have to start studying for finals.” 

“When are finals?”

“Two weeks. Graduation is in three weeks.” 

“Ok, two weeks then.” Steve took a bite of his dessert to let the room calm.  “I have to ask, I need a date for a benefit on Saturday.  I would like to ask if you would be my date.”

“I thought…”

“As friends, Isabella.  Just as friends.  I don’t expect anything else.” 

“I don’t have a dress or anything.” 

“Tell you what, this weekend, stay with me and we can get to know each other more.  I’ll take care of everything else.  No more, no less.” 

“Like a sleepover.  So we can gossip in our pjs?”  Belle quirked a smile. 

Steve chuckled and shook his head.  “Whatever you want.  Movies, pizza, the works. I just want to be with you for now. I want you to trust me.” 

Belle could see the honesty in his eyes.  “Ok.  This weekend.  Sleepover. And a benefit. No big deal.” 

Belle walked into her new office area in Stark Tower on Friday with a small overnight bag.  She was stuffing it under her desk when Tony approached.  “Going somewhere?”

“What?  I mean, excuse me?”

Tony chuckled.  “The bag Belle.  I’ve never seen you with such a large bag.”

“Oh.”  She looked at the bag.  She knew Steve said he would take care of everything but she just wanted to make sure she was prepared.  “I’m going to stay with a friend for the weekend.” 

Tony furrowed his brow.  “Doesn’t seem like a lot of stuff.” 

“Yeah,” Belle scrambled.  “I’ve stayed there before and have stuff there.  No need to add to my drawer there.”  She laughed at her excuse. 

“Boyfriend?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is the friend you are staying with a boyfriend?”  Tony was on high alert. 

“No, just a friend.”  Belle fidgeted and cleared her throat, uncomfortable with where the line of questioning was going.  “Did you need anything Mr. Stark?” 

“No Belle.  Just get started with the usual.  Need to go through my schedule in a few.” 

“Ok, no problem.”  Belle turned on her computer to get to work.  A new email popped in her inbox.

From: srogers@grantinc.com To: idavis@starkindustries.com   Subject: Personal Pick-Up Service Isabella, I look forward to our weekend together.  Bucky and I will be by to get you.  What time? Steven Rogers CEO, Grant Industries. 

Belle tried to keep calm. She knew Steve had infinite resources and it wasn’t like her email was a top government secret.  It was just unusual to see it without knowing where he got it.  She calmly typed out a reply to the super soldier CEO. 

From: idavis@starkindustries.com To: srogers@grantinc.com Subject RE: Personal Pick-Up Service My, to have the CEO of a major corporation in the palm of my hand.  I am done at 6PM.  I’m looking forward to our weekend as well.  See you later. xx Isabella Davis Intern to Tony Stark President, Stark Industries

Steve read her response and laughed.  She did have him in the palm of her hand, and he would gladly let her live there.  Wednesday was interesting.  He learned so much about Isabella in just a few hours.  Whether she realized it or not, she ate the same way with all of her food, needed to taste all the flavors at the same time.  

She always played with her hair, rearranging it several times until it was in a knot on the top of her head.  The way she slept very peacefully.  She had fallen asleep against him, and he very gently picked her up and placed her in her room. He covered her up and pressed his lips on her forehead before he left.  He took her keys to lock the apartment and then slipped them into the mail slot.  He sent a message to Bucky to tell Lila about them. 

As he made his way downstairs, Clint held the door open for him.  “Cap.” 

“Barton.  Thanks for doing this on such short notice.” 

“Not a problem Steve.” Clint closed the car door and climbed in the driver seat.  “Is she ok?”

“I believe so.” 

That night stayed on Steve’s mind along with their first night together. Bucky wasn’t super happy that Steve had gone out but at least he had Clint with him. 

The end of the day came quickly and Steve and Bucky headed to the Stark Tower. “So Punk, are you ready to have your life taken over by a girl?” Bucky snickered. 

“Show some respect Jerk. She already took over and you know it.” 

“Why are you making such a big effort Steve?  She really worth it?”

“Yes, she is.  Is Lila worth it?”

“Ok fair.  I’ve just never seen you this way before.  Not with the other girls, not with Sharon or…”

“Don’t say her name.” Steve clenched his jaw. He didn’t need the reminder. 

Bucky looked contrite.  “I’m sorry pal.” 

Steve counted to ten, needing to relax before he saw Isabella.  His girl. Just her name became a talisman for him.  “Its ok Bucky,” he finally said.  He looked him in the eye.  “She’s different.  She challenges me.  She has something that none of them, including …” he swallowed.  “None of them had it.” 

“This won’t be the usual contract, will it?”

“I don’t know.  The next two weekends will be the test.” 

“Understood.”  Bucky glanced at the entrance and jumped out of the car.  Steve followed his gaze and saw Belle with her bag.  He opened the door just as he heard her say thank you to Bucky when he took the bag. 

“I thought I told you I would take care of everything this weekend.” He kissed her cheek and took her hand.  He guided her to the open door and she slip in. 

“I know, but I wanted to bring some things that give me comfort. You know, for my room.”  Belle looked down at her fingers.

Steve caressed her cheek, “My Belle, don’t be embarrassed.  I didn’t mean you couldn’t bring anything.  Forgive me if that’s what you thought.”

She looked up and smiled.  Steve was dazzled. “Thank you, Steve.  Its just some of my favorites that I have extra.  I thought I could leave them there.” 

“That is a wonderful idea.  You know I would have bought you anything you wanted.” 

“I know.  But some things cannot be purchased.” 

“Really?”

“A stuffed bunny that my parents left me?”  She raised her eyebrow. 

“Fair enough. I thought we could head to dinner.  Casual, nothing formal.” 

“Sounds good.”  

Bucky drove them to Brooklyn, to a little mom and pop restaurant.  Belle smiled. She jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped and ran into the restaurant.  Steve and Bucky exchanged a look before Steve exited the vehicle. He walked in to see Belle being embraced by an older woman.  Steve cleared his throat. Belle looked over to Steve.   

She turned to look at the older woman and spoke in flawless Italian. “Mamma sono Steve. Mi ha portato qui per un appuntamento a cena.” (Mom this is Steve. He brought me here for a date.) She smiled, “Steve, this Mamma Maria Capolini.  She runs the restaurant.”

Signora,(Ma’am) Steve greets her with a handshake.  The lady takes his hand and inspects him.  She doesn’t say a word but after a moment, she reached up to Steve’s face and kisses both cheeks. She lets him go, kiss Belle on the forehead and heads to the back.

Belle takes Steve’s hand and heads to a table in the back.  “She approved of you. This is my favorite Italian restaurant in the entire city.”

“You know her.   Well.” 

Belle blushed.  “Dad and I would eat here at least once a week.  Momma, she taught me to cook and I learned Italian.” 

“That’s beautiful. I wanted to bring you to somewhere with the best Italian besides going to Italy itself.”

Momma appeared again with some anti pasta and bread.  She looked at Belle. “Vino?”

“Grazie.” She came back a moment later and filled two glasses with red wine. 

“Isabella, tell me more. What secrets do you have?” Steve took her hand from across the table. 

“Not many more, I guess.  I speak Italian, obviously, Spanish, French and English.  My dad wanted me to well versed. I stopped before I got to German and Japanese because I only wanted the romantic languages.”  Belle flushed, forgetting to filter her words. 

“That is very sweet.”  Mamma appeared again with two plates of pasta. “Buon Appetito.” 

“Grazie,” Steve replied, and they ate.  Steve enjoyed the little noises Belle would make as she ate. “Isabella, did you want to talk about this weekend?” Belle stopped and looked up at Steve.  She swallowed her bite and nodded.  “So tonight, after dinner, I thought we could go back to my place and just talk, get to know each other.  Saturday, I would love to take you shopping and lunch before the charity event in the evening.  On Sunday, brunch out on the waterfront.  Does that sound ok?”

“Sounds like fun.  But you don’t have to take me shopping.” 

“I want to.” 

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“You always have a choice.” Steve looked sad.  “I just want to make you feel special.” 

“I already do, Steve.  You don’t have to spend money on me to prove that.” Belle smiled. “I just like spending time with you.”  She studied Steve’s face.  “But if it makes you happy, shopping it is.” 

He gave her a dazzling smile. “Thank you, Belle.” 

They finished the meal and headed back to Manhattan.  Belle wondered what exactly had she gotten herself into. 

NEXT

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Pre itsv platonic yandere PB in ur most recent post hits different... sorry for rambling, but im like obssesed with this idea.

• maybe his object of affection is a friend's kid, who he helped raise. He's the coolest person ever in their eyes! He'd be there whenever he could when they were younger, and he still tries now that they're college age.

• but he slowly becomes more jaded and depressed from the stress of being spiderman, and then him and mj divorce.

•he's depressed, he can barely get out of bed nost days ... and his object of affection, worried about their family friend, starts to visit him nearly daily. It's little things, like helping him clean, or taking him out to get coffee, or just... talking. And Peter clings onto that kindness. This kid (they're college age, but they'll always be a kid to him) saves him in a way.

• its only fair that peter looks out for them all the same-- When he patrols, he follows the kid from a distance and makes sure to lead villians away from their part of town. And for a while, it's enough to just keep them safe as Spiderman, and peter is happy for the first time in so long.

•...and then the kid says they're moving out of state for college, and peter can't bear it. He's started to see this kid as his own, and all he can feel is betrayed. How could this kid leave like everyone else in his life? He wouldn't let that happen. Whether it be hiding their letter of acceptance or straight-up just locking them away in his apartment, he'd be keeping them close by. He's delusional enough that guilt evades him-# his kid loves him, right? They'll adjust eventually.

This is a little ooc but like ^^^ platonic yanderes r my passion + im a sucker for depressed yanderes who become obsessed over people who made their lives light up for the first time in ages.

》 That may be so but your OOC is welcomed. Honestly I love prompts like this cause I can get a different angle from what I typically imagine so this was real nice. So yeah, ramble all you like.

In high school he was your dad's best friend. And he had you at the age of sixteen. Shortly after Peter got bit. To say they were stressed was the biggest understatement in the world. They got through high school intact and went off to college while you were with your mother who was and is a fucking legend.

It took a few years to find out he wasn't actually related to you but he laughed and told you no one would ever want to drink blood so water wasn't bad. He always had a quip, was super strong, and he always seemed to know what to do. Having that thought consistently throughout your life had a big impact. You wanted him to be proud of you, you wanted to be him, and your dad laughed while he encouraged you. You would chase him across the world and further.

Looking back on it you realized he had his moments though. Sometimes he would get iffy and leave for a while only to come back like he didn't leave. When you were thirteen you visited him during one of his iffs. He told you to go home. When you were fourteen you did again. He told you to leave again. When you were sixteen he straight closed the door on your face after you said your piece.

Normally his episodes didn't last long, two weeks, maybe three if it was bad. You went over when it lasted a month. When he opened the door you shoved yourself in and said hi. That only took five years. He didn't force you to leave, he didn't have the energy to, but he told you to million times.

You looked around and then at him. He'd never been the cleanest person but the mess he had was almost impressive. But you weren't going to turn around, this was your moment to finally prove yourself as an adult. So you started picking things up and throwing it away while talking about nothing.

Watching you cleaning his mess and talk was the most horrible thing to see. It proved to him he was in such chaos you felt you needed to pick up after him. This shouldn't be happening, he should have handled it better. That was a bad thought and he knew it; no one would brush off people dying because you were too slow, no one should. But you didn't know that so he let you clean a bit and leave.

Having you shove yourself in the next day with a bag under your arm was also horrible, it was cleaning supplies. You still didn't go away when he said. You went around cleaning, you asked if he remembered when he taught you how to clean to get yourself out of trouble, to use bleach and made sure you didn't accidentally make mustard gas. He wondered if he was in hell, that he was to live a pitiful life with no way to fight it.

The next time he didn't open the door. You threatened to break down it down and he said have at it, and to not cry when you hurt yourself. You didn't cry when you hurt yourself, you came back the next day with a lockpick instead. At that point he accepted the idea he wasn't in hell. Then you saw his dishes weren't piling new ones. He didn't know if he was going insane while you cooked and cleaned or if he actually died while he wasn't looking.

You pushed him into the bathroom to get him to shower, when he couldn't get up you stayed and made him laugh with varying success, washed his clothes. He hated every second of it, hated that he was so useless you felt like you needed to do any of this.

Every new thing you found you stitched. It hurt but it made him better. He let you cook new things in his kitchen and take him out to coffee, all under the guise that he was doing you a favor of course. Before he knew it he let you in without a fight, his house was spotless in a way it never had been and you were visiting daily with a smile, he was smiling.

So he tried to return the favor. He stocked up on thing you wanted and liked, things to mess around with in the kitchen, those weird imported snacks you always got, even domestic things for the rare occasions you stayed over. And Spiderman did the same. Made sure you were unbothered when you were out and about, at the time he didn't realize he was punching harder. If a villain was in town he took the party elsewhere. He got used to this life.

His brain malfunctioned when he heard you applied for colleges out of state. Why would you go to Harvard? That was in Boston. California is just as bad if not worse than New York you know. There's nothing for you in Connecticut so there was no reason to apply for New Haven. He's lost a lot, aunt May is gone, his wife left him, he sees the people he can't save up close, Gwen. Now you were so close to slipping away.

You knew he'd be taken aback so you tried to reassure him by saying you weren't leaving them, him, and you'd come back every chance you got. He wanted to take that answer and leave but so many people have said that to him it was hard to. You brought him to tears and broke them with a hug and a key phrase, "I love you." How was he supposed to just let you leave?

The more he thought about it the more his mind swelled with looming regret. But then he visited you when you were opening your letter. Denied. You were frustrated and groaned it was the second letter you got, both denied. Under the excuse he was visiting to keep updated and the help of Spiderman your letters seemed to stop coming all together. No one knew where they went. He saw it as a job well done. You would get too upset to keep applying. Then you applied by email and explained to the recruiters what was happening. He couldn't stop that. A pile of letters in his closet for nothing.

There was so many things he could but he knew they would only go half way or not work at all. He couldn't just tell you no for so many reasons and threatening the recruiters would work but it would also be out in the open. However there was a way to keep you in Queens for sure and he had the energy to do it. Did it feel morally wrong? Yes, but the ends justify the means.

The next few days while he was getting everything ready he reminisced about your life. He asked if you remember how you would always ask him if he liked you're hair when it was obvious you did it by yourself, with too much gel or unnecessary accessories. Did you know he tried to take care of you by himself while you were just a few months old and you got sick, but you didn't really do anything other than sleep and spit to medicine out as much medicine as possible. You might not have remembered the time you were twelve and got lost so you called him to get you because you forgot your parent's number. And you took the stories. It was proof that he always paid attention to you and that's what you wanted, his approval, his pride.

You couldn't remember what you were doing, how far you got in the college process or if you were getting there but you remember having a drink with Peter. Something was wrong and you asked him to help you because you couldn't keep yourself up. When you woke up you were in his bed. Not very weird, it was a one bedroom apartment, what was was the restraint on your ankle connected to the bedpost. You called out for him and tried to get out of bed only to fall hard on the ground. The light from the hallway offended you and he was next to in a second.

You realized a few things; you were in pajamas, you were very weak and you throat was dry, but the worst thing was Peter not helping you the way he should. And his answers to your questions didn't nothing but tell you this was real. Never in a million lifetimes would you say he would be capable of doing this, or rather going through with it. You asked to leave and he said no.

You wanted to be there. You did anything you could to get in. You always said you'd be there for him so do it now. You love him don't you? You've never lied to him so you meant it. You love him. You don't need to leave ever. If he had to force it to happen he will.

[cygniavenue]

holy shit!!! mj posts art???

it’s oc stuff.

these r my guys Foster (left) and Cleaver (right) more about them below the cut ig. this is cropped to be tumblr safe even tho the full isn’t even rly that lewd lmao but im not taking chances

i won’t go into like. specifics of the world they live in bc honestly i could make an entire post about that in itself. all you rly need to know is they live in a post-post-apocalyptic world where kingpins/other crime ring leaders basically run the show.

Foster used to be one of these kingpins until he was overthrown by his two exes who are lesbians with each other now. sucks for him. anyways they tried to kill him and assuming he was dead they kinda just dumped him somewhere far away out in the forest. power hungry asshole gets humbled 💯

Cleaver is kind of a Jesse Pinkman character ngl (i wasn’t thinking of him specifically when i created Cleaver and they are very different but i was watching brba. so.) in the sense that he used to be part of the crime and was thrown around the ringer but managed to fuck off somewhere in the middle of the woods traumatized as hell but ultimately unscathed. anyways he finds Foster hanging within an inch of his life and takes him in and patches him up and stuff.

but they kinda just live their domestic lil life in the woods and Foster gets his sorry lil redemption arc. also they fall in love but it takes a hella long time

ok post concluded there’s my guys if this has somehow piqued ur interest feel free to slide into my askbox i like to ramble

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

A random ask for mi wifey👀✨

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Short answer? Yes. 🫣

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

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

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

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

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

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

And how was each of her pregnancies?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

EDIT: OML AND FIR THE LULLABY QUESTION:

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

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New to tumblr, please bear with me😭🙏 I love Bucky x sunshine fics and read them religiously on ao3! Wondering if u could do one where Peter/sunshine are hanging out a lot bc he feels safe with her/looks up to her. Bucky is craving sunshine’s attention so he flirts with sunshine but she just doesn’t really pick up on the ques, and the team is teasing them bc they’re all assuming she understands. Bucky progressively flirts more obviously to try to get her to notice but it’s not working.

Hi! Welcome to Tumblr, friend!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them. So for the flirting ones, I definitely have a few like that already, I can link them here:

From Friends To This, Snow Day, The Compound Conspiracy, 5 + 1 (Flirting Edition) (especially that one, Bucky really lays the flirting on thick), if none of those are exactly what you had in mind, just let me know, I'm always open to more ideas!

BUT THAT PETER ONE. OKAY. OKAY. You're not the only one that's asked for more Sunshine + Peter interactions and that it so cute. Love it. Absolutely love it.

I'm hoping to put Peter in some more one-shots, but here's a little drabble for you. I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the ask.

Advice

"Can I ask you for your advice?"

Peter's voice comes from the other side of the common room where he'd been working on homework. It was a common enough occurrence. Today, it was just you and Peter, but there were plenty of times that MJ and Ned also joined him.

You look around the room to find no one else besides you and Peter. You turn back to him pointing at yourself, "You're asking me?"

"Yeah."

"Er... I don't think I'm supposed to be giving advice. That's Steve and Sam territory."

"Nah," Peter disagrees. "I want to hear what you think. Besides if I ask them, Steve'll start calling me 'son' again, and Sam's still pretending I'm invisible."

"Again?" you sigh, shaking your head. Peter wordlessly nods. You dismissively wave your hand, "Don't worry about it, I'll talk to Sam."

"Wait, that wasn't what I needed your advice on! Please?"

"Oh.. sure!" you shrug.

"Well, I guess, I'm sorta having a hard time with the superhero thing. Sam told me that you've never, you know," Peter hesitates, tugging at his collar as an insinuation. "Killed anyone."

You frown, "Oh."

"I mean, I just - I wanted to know how you do it."

"How I don't kill people?"

"No - I mean - Sorta. Sam told me that you hold back a lot," Peter sheepishly explains. "And I guess, I sorta knew that already. I mean you could kill us all if you wanted to. Not that I thought you would do that or anything, but like even with bad guys. And you're just like so happy all the time!"

You take a moment to process Peter's rambling. Your mouth twists apologetically, "Pete, I won't lie to you, I don't think there was a question there."

"You seem decently happy with Mr. Bucky, not that I can really tell because he's always frowning at me. But you are. You're happy. You have a life. I just wanna know how you do it."

"You want to know how I have a life?"

"Is that a stupid question? It's a stupid question, isn't it?"

"No!" you assure Peter. "Of course not! I'm glad you came to talk to me, I'm very wisdomous."

"So?"

"Oh, right..." Your mouth twists as you think about Peter's question for a long moment. "I dunno, that was a choice that I made when I was thrown into this. I didn't want to be someone other people were scared of. I want to be good. I want to believe that people are good."

"Even when they're not?"

You chuckle, "I didn't say it was easy. I forget that sometimes too. That's why you surround yourself with good people. They'll remind you when you forget."

"That's really it?"

"And I listen to a lot of Taylor Swift."

Peter nods in agreement, "Already do that."

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[moralesirl]

“Alright, let’s do this one last time.”

HAIII!!! WANTED TO RAMBLE ABT MY SPIDERSONA!!!!

“Yo, what’s good? I’m Luca Valrado! I’m Rome’s one and only Solarspider!”

Luca was bit at age 15 while wandering the corridors of Alchemax, where his father is employed at. He was looking for his father, who abandoned him and left him at age 11, wanting answers. He was forced to move in with his older sister, Amani.

Luca who didn’t know about his powers, lived a normal life for about a year. one day during classes, his school was attacked by the Prowler. Luca ran, he hid in a storage closet. He was found by one of the Prowler’s minions. He stuck his hands out, trying to defend himself, causing a string of webs to shoot out and stick to the minions face. The fear evoked in Luca intensified his powers, causing him to shoot webs easier. Luca, however, had no idea about his powers. He didn’t know how to use them. while the Prowler caused havoc, Luca was confused. This villain did not look like the Prowler. Luca had seen the Prowler multiple times on TV. This guy looked.. different. more advanced, even. Luca was panicking, he tried to call Amani, but was getting no answer. A strange red portal opened and scared Luca. Miguel O’hara came out of the portal, tackling the Prowler.

Luca looked at Miguel in amazement. “are you.. like me?” he murmured as he exited the closet. Miguel raised an eyebrow, looking at the teen. “yeah sure, kid. what’s wrong?” “..can you teach me.. how to be like you?”

QNA WITH THE SPIDER!

who’s your favorite artist?

☀️: “um.. I like Kendrick Lamar.. and.. TV Girl?”

something that gives you the ick?

☀️: “when someones rude to animals. like, dude. what did the animals do to you??”

favorite color?

☀️: “yellow and blue. blue cuz it’s MJ’s favorite color and Miggy’s suit is blue!! he wears it all the time. do you think he even wears underwear under it? i swear, he’s always rotting in that office.. sorry what were we talking about again?”

favorite show?

☀️: “umm.. i don’t really watch TV that much, probably because I’m always on tiktok! but.. I guess.. the X factor? the auditions are so funny sometimes, i don’t get why people love to embarrass themselves on TV.”

favorite thing to do in your free time?

☀️: “oh! i love writing songs for MJ!! i have one written for our anniversary! also, sketching him! honestly, i do anything that involves MJ.”

relationship status?

☀️: “taken taken taken!!!! i love my boyfriend!! i’m dating MJ!!! he’s so perfect and handsome and i love him!! anyone that’s trying to break us apart is gonna have to get through me!”

biggest fear?

☀️: “bears, Miggy when Peter keeps annoying him, Jello.”

favorite food?

☀️: “red velvet cupcakes, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, monster energy drinks, baja blasts.”

rate Ryan Reynolds from 1-10.

☀️: “who the shock is that?”

would you start an onlyfans?

☀️: “erm.. no? i have money, i have a boyfriend. plus, i’m pretty sure people get off to pictures of my suit when it’s ripped during fights-“

THATS ALL OUR TIME FOR TODAYS PROGRAM, FOLKS! TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH SOLARSPIDER’S LOVE INTEREST, MANUEL ‘MJ’ JOAQUIN!

[multifariousqueer]

Hi I’m Ellie :) can I please make a request, where the reader and Peter Parker (Tom Holland) are dating, and the reader finds peters abs. You feel his abs up, he gets turned on because no ones touch him like that. He feels up your torso too. Getting wet for him, a bit of smut if your comfortable with it 😊 don’t worry if you are not just cut the smut out, Some kisses and cuddles too :) After that day they are back at school where flash try’s to bully Peter about him being skinny with no abs, but the reader has peters back.. pulling him in for a kiss. the school is shocked leading to you and peter walking off smirking, going to your next class together holding hands. Thank you :) xxx so much ❤️🥺 I love your other writing, your really good.

Of course, darling :)

You and Peter had been friends since you were in 6th grade. Because of this, you never saw him as anything more than your nerdy, boy-next-door, best friend. This all changed in your Junior year when one day, he worked up the courage to ask you out and all you could say was yes. You and Peter had cuddled and kissed before obviously but nothing beyond that and when you did cuddle, he was in a t-shirt or a hoodie so you didn't know what was under there and quite honestly, you didn't care.

When Peter got bit by the spider, it was like he got a whole new body and a whole new life. Peter was really scrawny and could barely carry his history textbook without needing his inhaler before the bite. Now, he can hold a ferry boat together with his bare hands and he looks like a body builder. He has an 8 pack now and his arms alone look like someone shoved a grapefruit in them but of course, you had no idea of this.

One day, you were waiting for the last block to end while your teacher was rambling on about the trojan wars and how it related to his life(spoiler alert: it didn't). You and Peter kept stealing glances at each other. Had this been another class, you two would've been playing 8 ball but this teacher was notoriously strict. Peter kept winking at you and staring a little bit too long which was making you a bit wet. It seemed like hours had passed before the bell rang and when it did, the first thing Peter did was grab your waist:

"You look so fucking cute in that skirt, princess" Peter whispered in your ear.

It was like someone released a butterfly colony in your stomach. Your legs felt like jelly and it felt like Peter's grip had become tighter almost making bruises. You thought you were thinking too much into it so you two went to your lockers, said your goodbyes to Ned and MJ, and got in your car. You and Peter alternated driving days and you were thankful that he was the one driving your car today. The entire time, his hand was on your thigh; rubbing small circles closer and closer to your cunt. He stopped when he got to your inner thigh and moved his hand back to your outer thigh and kept going. It felt like a pool in your panties and it didn't help that Peter kept sniffing and smirking at you. Thankfully, it wasn't long before you two arrived at Aunt May's apartment:

"May?" Peter shouted.

"She must not be here" Pete said to you.

You sat down and got a blanket to hopefully contain yourself but it was useless as Peter came and sat under it with you. You two started cuddling facing each other and kissing:

"I love you." You said

"I love you too" Peter said before grabbing your chin and pressing his lips onto yours.

The kiss started out innocent enough before it became more and more intense. Peter gently bit your bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter which you happily obliged. After things got more intense, you started taking your clothes off. Peter slowly took your shirt off revealing your breasts which prompted him to massage your right breast while sucking on your left. You let out gentle moans and you felt Peter smirk against your skin. You had had enough of his teasing so you tried to reach under his shirt. To your suprise, you were greeted by a muscular, toned chest and abs rather than ribs or a small gut which was what you expected considering Peter never ate anything other than like 3 vegetables. You ogled at Peter's newfound fitness before he said:

"Like what you see, darling?"

You snapped to of your trance and gave a response:

"I just wasn't expecting much that's all. I'm kinda surprised."

"What did you expect?" He said manspreading and sitting back looking oddly satisfied.

"Not much" you smirked. You loved the position Peter was sitting in and his attitude made the pool in between your thighs become a whole river.

"Like?" Peter said.

"A gut or ribs" you finally admitted.

Peter chuckled at you. He knew that you wouldn't believe it if he told you the true origin of his muscle and strength. So he leaned in and started kissing you before pulling you into his strong arms and leading you to his bed. Peter pulled down your skirt and began to kiss your panties. You let out soft moans and inserted a hand into his hair. Peter let out a groan which vibrated your dripping cunt. He pulled down your panties and licked a stripe. You felt like you were in another reality. Peter began to circle your clit with his tongue and gently teasing your hole.

"Mmmmmmm Peter. Feels so good." you said breathily.

He moved his tongue down to your hole and inserted it and began rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. You started gently grinding against his face and you felt your high come closer and closer:

"Pete I'm gonna cum." you said.

"Come for daddy, princess." Peter commanded.

Those words sent you over the edge. You moaned almost pornographically as Peter was taking you all in. He sucked his fingers clean of your cum and hovered on top of you:

"Round 2 darling?" Peter asked.

You were still in a haze. Your mind was clear as day so you couldn't tell what you wanted but you knew that you wanted to make him feel how you felt.

"Yes, please." You said innocently.

Peter leaned over and grabbed a condom off of the desk. Peter had found them along with a note from May saying,

"For your new girlfriend."

At first he laughed when he saw them because he couldn't imagine you two having sex back then. Little did he know.

Peter slid the condom down over his length and let out a sigh. He leaned over to your lips and began kissing you as he slid inside of you. You let out a tired whimper which was swallowed by Peter. His thrusts started out slow and steady to get you used to him but eventually, he sped up and his movements became more and more erratic. You were now back to normal(ish) and started feeling Peter's engorged cock inside of you. Peter began spewing words which was how you knew he was close. Sentences such as:

"This pretty little pussy, all mine."

"Mmmmm Fuck I'm so lucky"

"This dripping wet, tight, little hole is all for me. No one else."

You kept moaning the whole time and before you knew it, you were greeted by the similar feeling you had for your first orgasm. Peters movements quickened and before long, he stiffened inside of you. He rode out his high while you came not long after him. He collapsed on the side of you and pulled you near him.

"That was really good." You mumbled

"Yea it sure was. You did so good for me princess." Peter whispered and kissed your nose. You let out a gentle hum and you two were off to sleep.

The next day at school:

You and Peter had had a perfectly normal day before gym class. The class was doing pull ups and you were scared. Peter looked oddly content and almost...excited??? You made it a point to ask about it later.

Flash was going on about how many pull ups he got and how rich he is. Usually, You and Peter would ignore it but today felt different. Peter said:

"Flash shut the fuck up okay? It's 10am on a Tuesday no one cares that you got 5 pull ups."

"You're just jealous, Parker. You're built like a twig with the bank account of a homeless person."

The class began to laugh when your protective side kicked in:

"Peter is not built like a twig, Flash. He's got more muscles than you and he's smarter than you'll ever be." you replied.

You pulled Peter in for a kiss and lifted up his shirt a bit to expose his abs. The way the light and shadow reflected off of him really did Peter justice. The whole class looked shocked and gasped. Mainly at your nerve but also at Peter's new body.

After you finished your set for class. You and Peter walked off to Physics holding hands and smirking to each other.

"I love you." you said.

"I love you too." Peter said.

[shamemp3]

hiiiiii please use this ask as an excuse to hate on something or ramble about wtv i would love to hear ur thoughts on anything ^^

هاي حبي!!

reasons straczynski’s asm should be required reading for everyone in the world:

1. proper peter characterization. he’s funny but his lifestyle actually weighs on him and he has feelings that most spiderman writers do not include. and his monologues:

2. back in black. shit was soooo good i could never put it into words. (i know it leads to omd whcih sucks but even the writing in omd is beautiful thank you jms. the petermj goodbye panels 🧍‍♂️)

3. PETER TEACHER ERA

4. petermj realest its ever been. proof:

5. actual friendly neighborhood spiderman. this version of peter is not fighting some random tentacled alien bitch he would probably rather help a 10 year old recruit customers for his lemonade stand

6. peter and aunt may most important conversation in the world (unmasking)

7. “the other” is another arc im kind of obsessed with. one of my fav peter arcs i think…actually creeped me out and scared me shitless for peter’s life (telephone booth phone call kills me. btw)

8. peter mj and may live in the avengers tower for a bit. if that means anything to anyone

theres more but ill stop here. every single issue issue is good i promise you (ignore sins past. NOT HIS FAULT);