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catofthecanals289 · 10 months

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little max maybe please?

oh i wrote this ages and ages ago and it's the beginning of something kinda long but never published. hope you enjoy this little snippet of it anyway

Max is ten years old when he finds his mother’s packed bag hidden under a pile of laundry in a basket by the washer.

It’s the first day of the second week of school tomorrow and Max wants to wear his Sponge Bob shirt again because Willem, the boy who’s been seated next to Max said it was cool and they hadn’t talked much more that week because Willem likes playing soccer during breaks and talking to Fabian and Ruben who Max got into a fight with last year, but that first day he’d been nice and he’d asked Max if he thought Patrick was stupid too, if he found Sandy as annoying as he did and Max had had to admit that he never actually watched much Spongebob that the shirt was a gift by his uncle but Willem hadn’t seemed bothered so Max wants to wear the shirt again.

But he hadn’t found the shirt in his closet, so he’d asked his mom about it and she’d told him to not bother her, that she didn’t have time for this now, that she needed to go and do grown up stuff and that Max should be a good boy and leave mommy alone now.

She’d looked over her shoulder, had looked at Max, had looked at the hallway and back at him. She’d smiled tightly and she’d cupped his cheek for a moment, soft and gentle. But she hadn’t said anything else, so Max had run back up to his room, had checked the closet again only to still not find the shirt.

Victoria had been sitting in her room, door open, loudly making vroom noises, playing with her Barbie doll in her Barbie car and Max hadn’t asked if he could play with her, even if his dad was nowhere to be seen. He’d been still little and Victoria even little when their dad had caught Max playing with Victoria and her dolls, but Max still remember show much she had cried, how she’d wailed and hit her little fists on the floor because dad crushed the pink plastic car under the heel of his boot, when he’d ripped her doll out of Max’s hand tossed it into the trash.

Max had cried too, he thinks, but only after, and only because his cheek had hurt so much and his knuckles even more, bruised and aching because he’d still been holding the car, because he hadn’t let go in time.

But Max doesn’t want to play Victoria anyway, doesn’t care about stupid girl stuff like Barbies, knows now that boys don’t ever like those things, that there’s a difference between dolls and action figures, that there are things that are for you and others decidedly aren’t. And that’s that.

So Max had turned away from Victoria’s door and he’d climbed the stairs down into the basement and had not been scared of the laundry room and it’s cold tiles and little spiders in the corners unlike Victoria who always shrieks when she sees one. But she’s barely eight, she’s a baby, and Max isn’t anymore.

Still, when he finds the packed bag, he doesn’t understand. Even less when he finds another, close to it with stuff in it, that’s not his mom’s but Max’s. There’s the yellow Sponge Bob shirt, and his favorite trainers that he couldn’t find the other day and- And one of Victoria’s dresses, one of her books, it’s-

“Mom, are we going on vacation?” he asks, when he’s back upstairs, looking up at her, the Spongebob shirt clutched in his hand.

“What?” she says, distracted again, turning with a frown on her face that turns into a weird kind of smile quickly enough. “Honey, no. No, why would you say that?”

Chewing on his lip, Max shifts from one foot to the other. She sounds weird, voice waiver and wrong, but she does that a lot lately. “Because of the bags? Downstairs?”

“Oh.” Her breath hitches, and again she looks over her shoulder before crouching down, getting more on eyelevel with him. “Max, schatje, listen.” She smiles, again, but again, it makes Max’s stomach feel funny in a bad way. “The bags have to be our little secret, yes? Just you and me, my love.”

“But why?” Max frowns. He still doesn’t understand why the bags are there in the first place, much less why they would have to be a secret.

“Because- Because it’s a surprise,” she says after a pause, hand son his shoulders, grip a little too tight, making Max squirm. “So we can’t tell anyone. That we’ll go on a trip. Because that would ruin the surprise.”

Still frowning, Max shakes his mother’s hands off.

“A trip where?” he asks, but in the same moment the sound of the front door interrupts them, and his mother’s expression warps, a flash of something there, then another smile, even worse as she puts her finger to her lips, a quiet request for Max’s silence, as Max’s father makes his way into the kitchen.

“Hey, buddy,” he greets Max.

Max’s mom stands there, still, right where she is, looks at Max, then at his father. She doesn’t say anything, and Max’s father doesn’t either. Not to her. He’s mad at her, Max knows because of something that happened at the barbecue last week. She’d been talking to this neighbor and Max’s dad had gotten angry and-

Max doesn’t know. He’d taken Victoria by her hand and ran to the garage with her to show her the racing track he came up with and drew on the driveway with chalk, and that had been good, that had been better. He doesn’t know what happened, just knows that his parents haven’t been talking since that day, only icy silence between them.

“Hey, dad,” Max had said dutifully and he hadn’t said anything about the packed bags, not then, not ever.

Not even that night not even a week later, when Max woke up while it was still dark to his Mom shaking him, his jacket already thrown over her arm.

“You have to get up, Max,” she’d said quickly, voiced hushed. “Honey, please. Put on your jacket. Hurry.”

She hadn’t waited for him to move, she’d pulled on his arm, had made him sit up, and stand up, had put shoes on his feet and he’d still been in his pyjama’s and she hadn’t answered when he’d asked her what was happening, why he couldn’t keep sleeping, if something was wrong, where his dad was.

“That trip, I told you about?” she’d said between putting his jacket on him and making him hold his backpack. “Our secret? We’re going on it now. You, me, and Vicky. It’s going to be so much fun, I promise. But we have to hurry. We have to leave now.”

“But-” Max had said, confused and upset, scared by her fluttery voice and moving around. The back and forth, the here and there, it’d been- “But what about dad?”

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monkeygirl727 · 1 year

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So. No one really cares about reality TV but I've started watching Below Deck and I have opinions and I need to rant. Season 1 of below deck sailing yacht is a shit show by which I mean the head stewardess is an ass and like one of those people who knows their shit and they're going to let you know what you're doing wrong every step but like if they break the rules it's fine. The chef also kind of a dick also sleeping with the head stewardess cuz you know that will never cause drama. The first mate take him or leave him he's cute he's nice enough but the one that I care about the most is the guy named Parker. The entire first half of the season they are ripping into this guy, they're like oh he doesn't know a lot cuz he's new, oh he's still attached to his mom's breast (bro! Tf!!?) oh he's not good at following direction, he doesn't follow the hierarchy and like one of them jokes later on AFTER he resigns because he's like I can't deal with this shit anymore, is like the first rule of yawning is shut the fuck up and then they keep making jokes about him and two of the stewardesses are like visibly uncomfortable cuz they were his friends and like I don't know I see a lot of myself in that. This like trying to fit in in an industry that refuses to accommodate people who are a little different. He's like oh how about we do this and they're like shut up and do as you're told. And like the head stewardess I cannot reiterate enough how much of an absolute bitch this woman is and like I don't like to say that about people but she's constantly like I'm the one in charge so you have to listen and I guess that's a thing in boating. And like she has the audacity to use the master suite with the chef and they're like oh it's fine because we're in charge. The chef literally says hey if she says we can do it we can and it's like if anybody else were to do that they would be fired immediately. That shit infuriates me. Like on the one hand I understand experience and history comes with benefits but like?? Using a guest suite when you are a staff member??

The other person who I have a soft spot for is Madison who is the second stewardess. Because she gets shit from Jenna who is the head stewardess and then when Georgia the third stewardess comes on she doesn't know a ton so she's having to pick up her Slack and then they're like Madison why aren't you doing well and she's like I don't fucking know because I'm trying to do five jobs and yet Jenna doesn't know where the goddamn washing machine is but has the audacity to yell at me about laundry.

Jenna also has the audacity to be like oh Madison had a crush on Parker and like it's distracting her and she's not going to bed in a sufficient amount of time cuz she's staying up to talk to Parker meanwhile she's making out with the chef in the galley on shift and again using the master suite. Like?! I understand that being in a lead position comes with benefits but like don't fucking tell me what to do if you're going to go ahead and break the rules. And like Madison is well aware of like why Jenna does things and she's like oh so you're going to finally train Georgia for the good of everybody else and not because I called you out in front of the other crew for using the master suite and your boyfriend had something to say about it?

I love Georgia because she doesn't really cause any problems she's adorable she's a bit inappropriate and flirty but like honestly she's just trying to figure out how to keep everybody at peace and I support that. Cierra and Paget are dating and they argue a bunch because they're not good at being in the same work roles ie both working as deck hands and like having done the research in Googled afterwards they are not together anymore but like honestly she doesn't really bother me either other than the fact that she was a jerk to Parker. Everybody except for Madison and Georgia were jerks to Parker and for that they are on my shit list.

Glen, the captain. I would die for that man he radiates Grandpa/dad energy, he is like the boat dad and he's great. He is very much unlike Captain Sandy who is on below deck Mediterranean in that he's like you don't have to call me Captain just call me Glenn and like always willing to lend a hand anywhere on the boat if he's not doing Captain things like he helps load provisions he helps move things he's just the kind of person that I want more of. I can't agree with the entire boating industry opinion of "respect the hierarchy or shut the fuck up and get out of the industry". This is all to say that I can't wait for season one to be over so I can move on. I won't even get into the guests because they range from a group of adult men who basically act like Frat Boys the entire time and like one of them picks up Madison and uses her as like a weight lift much to her extreme dismay and she's like please put me down several times and then they're like oh don't tell anyone and then when she's out of your shot they're like what she going to do report us to the Greek police? Essentially the entirety of this show is rich people rented a boat for a few days and some of them are wild and crazy and others are like you but with money and the crew are trying to not kill each other because you know essentially living with six people that you never met until the beginning of this season constantly causes Growing Pains.

#life #reality #what i'm watching #new hobby #yachting #boats #below deck

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mechanicalinertia · 2 years

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STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: The Works of Jeanne Hedge

Ho ho ho ho ho, it's time to bring out an easy recommendation, or rather a series of recommendations, one I'm honestly surprised I haven't done before.

I mean, come on. It's Jeanne Hedge, baby. She didn't write much longer stuff compared to Innpchan or Ben Hutchins, but she wrote really good, really focused stuff. Moreover, the record of the sheer number of 90's-era fic writers who reference her suggest that she was the Carrie Fisher of alt.fan.bgcrisis, a real script doctor for everyone. Whatta character. Pity she died from pneumonia in 2020 - I would have loved to invite her to the more modern corners of BGC fandom, like the subreddit and the discord. Learn from the old masters, yeah? Yeah.

Here's Hedge's old website. For the more convenience-minded among us, here's her FF.net page.

So: Hedge. Sysop of a CompuServe anime and manga forum from 1985 to 2005. Mod for the old Fanfiction Mailing List. Moderator for the fanfiction panel at Anime Central (ACEN) from 2001-2006. In other words, a superfan from a time when Crunchyroll was a ripping site, Funimation wasn't Sony's pawn, when anime was an eccentricity among eccentricities on the old 'World Wide Web'. Incredible, no?

Oh, yeah, and she was a pretty good writer, too! Her writing style isn't particularly fancy, and her topics are usually more light-hearted explorations of the series save for two instances. We'll go through the short stuff first, then the two biggies.

Dear Mom: Not even two thousand words, a gag where some gaijin girl is living in an office building across the way from the LADYS633 and is navigating dealing with the locals while hunting for an apartment. The punchline is that it takes place between OVA 8 and Crash, so of course she sees the Knight Wing launch from the building, and when she brings it up at the LADYS big reopening party, Sylia is all 'whatever are you talking about' and promptly makes sure this woman gets an apartment across the city. "You'd almost think they couldn't wait to get me away from here!" is what's said in the last bit, which is funny as hell. Written, apparently, on a dare.

We Just Want To Help You: Jeanne is transported to what appears to be the BGC Universe, but is, in fact, not. Her attempts to convince Sylia otherwise don't go well. Another one-note gag, but in my mind not as funny as the other one.

Spin Cycle: Linna's power goes out, she needs to do some laundry, goes to a laundromat with a laundry-dispensary Boomer, said Boomer goes rampant and starts terrorizing people, Linna must evade the Boomer and help other customers. Short, silly, charming, and does a nice job of outlining the wider world of Megatokyo, the normalcy of life in the world's mightiest megacity, where clothes still need to be cleaned.

10 Questions: This is a weird one, since it's one of Priss's great-grandchildren asking her about an interview with her she found in the attic. Ten easy questions about what happened to Priss in her public life - the Reps broke up, she started a new band, she started a record company that eventually got to sign Vision, she lost both her legs during the last great Boomer Rampage - hold on, wait, what the fuck?

Yeah, despite Hedge saying in an afterword that she wanted this to be the fic where Priss got to have nice things, she still loses her legs, Linna, and Sylia. The last quarter of the fic, in fact, is her just musing about all the different choices she could have made when Sylia pulled her over back during the fateful night played out in Asu E Touchdown... and I think it's implied Sylia, in the end, walked into GENOM Tower with a suitcase nuke. So... happiness? Even then, it's an elusive thing...

Okay, that's the small stuff. The warmup. Now for the big 'uns.

Into The Shadows: Probably Hedge's most famous work, 19K words detailing, from multiple perspectives, the origins of the Knight Sabers, from Dr. Raven talking Sylia into recruiting other members, to those other members being recruited, and so on. It was cowritten with Andy Skuse of Raven's Garage, which... is kind of a detriment to its quality? I've been rereading Skuse's own multichapter epic, Bubblegum Cross, and it's Not Very Good. I'll probably review it soon.

Anyway, it's part mess of flashbacks, part training montage, part this, that, and the other. Each chapter is fairly short - shorter than I would have written, in all honesty - but there's a good bit where Nene is cool with her EW, where even Linna is scared for a short bit, where Priss is as violent and unhinged as you'd expect her to be. The characterization is really on point here, I think, at least for a certain rendering of the Sabers in their early days. I quite like this one.

True Love: Priss can't catch a break, can she? In canon or in fanon. I mean, holy shit, this fuckin' piece. It's good, but... damn.

It's mostly, Priss's story, a bridge between Crisis and Crash in the darkest sense. See, she's trying to finally get the Reps signed, right? Reasonable, even if the sleazy-producer cliche is coming into play even before Priss's stint at idoldom in Crash. It's not going well. She gets forced into a bad contract by 'Oomori-san' (geddit?) someone's stalking her - and then said stalker shoots her in the throat. Her voice is gone (explaining the change in voice to Ryoko Tachikawa in Crash), she's in protective custody, and... ugh. Look, I don't want to go any further, because probably the best way to describe this fic is a) disturbing (stalkers are creepy people!) and b) depressing (Everyone's mental state gets seriously altered by what's going on here). The other part of the bridge from Crash is that Nene kills said stalker, just picks him up in her Motoslave and drops him into the canyons, and that's kind of the lead-in to her being much more aggressive in Crash as well.

I don't want to spoil more, because this is a 'darkfic' in the best way, a deeply, perfectly uncomfortable way. It's the way that best shows what Hedge was capable of as a writer, and why her death was a tragedy in the truest sense. Read any or all of these, because they're all excellent.

#stmpd reviews bgc fanfic #bubblegum crisis #bgc #fanfic rec #fanfiction

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fullcollectivecloud · 2 years

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"Tell it to the Frogs" Pt.2

Later that night, Most of the group gathers by a fire that was set up,Rick is sitting with Carl in his lap. Lori is sitting close, her hands in Carl’s hair. Rick begins to explain his side of the story “Disoriented. I guess that comes closest. Disoriented Fear, confusion – all those things but Disoriented comes closest”. “Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short.” Said Dale, Rick goes on to explain more “I felt like I’d been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever.”Carl looks up at his father. “Mom said you died.” the young boy states, Lori lays her hand on Carl’s forehead. She doesn’t speak. Rick reassures Carl “She had every reason to believe that. Don’t you ever doubt it.” Shane doesn’t speak. Nearby, Ed puts another log on his fire. Shane walks over and has to tell Ed the rule of the camp once more, Ed does not care and has his wife Carol take care of it. Shane thanks him sarcastically and checks up on Carol and her daughter Sofia, once he’s done that Shane rejoins the other group. Dales decides to address the elephant in the room, “Have you given any thought to Daryl Dixon? He won't be happy to hear his brother was left behind.” T-Dog speaks up “I'll tell him. I dropped the key. It's on me.” Rick shakes his head “I cuffed him. That makes it mine.” Glenn cuts in “Guys, it's not a competition. I don't mean to bring race into this, but it might sound better coming from a white guy.” T-Dog looks at Glenn “I did what I did. Hell if I'm gonna hide from him.” Amy tries to offer a solution: “We could lie.” Andrea tells it as it is “Or tell the truth. Merle was out of control. Something had to be done or he'd have gotten us killed. Your husband did what was necessary. And if Merle got left behind, it is nobody's fault but Merle's.” Dale looks at her wide-eyed “And that's what we tell Daryl? I don't see a rational discussion to be had from that, do you? Word to the wise… We're gonna have our hands full when he gets back from his hunt.” I’ll tell him” Bow finally speaks up, and all heads turn to her,” It will come better from me” She insists. “She’s right, she has grown the closest to the Dixons” Lori agrees. “Besides I know what happened I can try and make Daryl understand” “I’m sorry how do you know what happened I don’t remember seeing you there?” Rick asks, Bow takes a deep breath in preparing to explain “I’m a mutant, I can read minds and manipulate the world around me to a certain degree” Bow decides to demonstrate for Rick so she enters his mind and speaks to him, “kinda like this officer friendly”. Rick looks at her with surprised eyes “The hell?” he questions out loud. Bow smirks at him “It’s cool isn’t it dad?” Carl asks with an amused smile and laugh. Pretty soon everyone decides to hit the hay early. Bow however could find no sleep, her heart broke for Daryl, she knew that even though Merle was a dick sometimes, the Dixon brothers still loved each other and were the only family they had left. Bow finally gave in to sleep, knowing she’d need it for the fresh hell that was gonna be unleashed tomorrow. The next morning everyone was up early doing their normal task, Bow was helping Carol with laundry when they saw Rick come out of his tent. “Mornin’ officer friendly, have a nice sleep?” Bow asks “Yea better than I’ve had in a long time.” Rick replies, Carol comes up to Rick with his clothes “They're still a little damp. The sun'll have 'em dry in no time.” Rick looks at her surprised “You washed my clothes Carol nods “Well, best we could. Scrubbing on a washboard ain't half as good as my old Maytag back home.” Rick shakes his head “That's very kind. Thank you.” Rick walks away to see what the other members are up to. Suddenly, the group hears screaming...

#daryl dixon x oc #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #the archer and his bow #season 1

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robertdowneyhiddlesbatch · 2 years

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The legend of Maula Jatt

Ah, fuck.

Went to see Maula Jatt yesterday. Featured Fawad Khan which westerners may recognize from Ms. Marvel.

Anyway, the girl he was paired with didn’t really sparkle as she usually does with him (Mahira Khan).

BUT!

The villainess had crazy chemistry with him. She wanted him, cause aside from her own brother, Maula was the deadliest man around. unfortunately maula didn’t give a shit about her. (Humaima Malik)

But YAY for fanfiction!

In my semiconsciousness, I made a whole ass fixit story with sex of course.

Spoilers, if anyone wants the warning

So, when Daro goes to see him in the dungeon, he messes with her, and since now she doesn’t leave early, the assassins come into Maula’s dungeon.

Maula, the gentleman, rescues Daro from the assassins even with chains on. Not like Daro isn’t a badass herself with weapons, it’s just that there are too many.

Anyway, he saves her. She’s tending to him. He tells her he still has to kill her brother Noori

Somehow, maula and noori get to fight and maula of course wins.

Maula takes claim to the palace and the princess. But he also brings his lover from the village, Mukkho. Mukkho in her playful attitude ‘understands’ or whatever that he’s taken the enemy’s daughter. Daro is less open to sharing Maula.

In a scene, Maula tells them he married a Jattni and a Nattni, and their marriages can symbolize the unity he wants within the two clans.

Threesome?

In a scene, Daro is in her epic bathroom and a masked man comes in. She says no one would lift an eye towards her bathroom, and this guy dared to come in. They quip at each other and the man enters her pool and loses his dhoti and Daro is ready to defend herself but he’s stronger and then she screams for Maula and Maula turns her around and pins her to the pool, revealing himself.

He uses her own words, how no one would dare look at her bathroom, and adds something about her now especially being his. He notices that even if she hates him, she called for him.

Sex

Daro is walking somewhere and she gets ambushed by old Natts. The noise brings jatt soldiers but they don’t help her.

Mukkho comes and says what Maula would do and the Jatts help her. Daro doesn’t come for dinner and Mukkho playfully tells maula what happened. She advises him to send Daro to his mom. Maula cuts off the dude’s hand who sent the assassins and warns everyone to respect his wives equally.

Maula takes Daro to his village. No one likes her. He introduces her to his mom. Says: her brother killed your Mooda (her son), now Daro will give you a hundred Mooda if you ask.

Bebe (bay-bay) doesn’t like her and she expects her to know household chores but princess Daro obviously doesn’t know. She intentionally rips the clothes in the laundry and breaks whatever she’s cleaning.

Bebe complains to Maula when he comes home at night. Maula says to let Daro wear the ripped clothes. Daro is shocked. But then maula also tells his mom to teach her.

The next morning villagers come to bring new furniture And Daro’s wearing ripped clothes. Maula covers her with his shawl and they quip at each other. Daro makes food that night under Bebe’s instruction. Maula eats in but chokes on spices. He jokes that tonight he’ll have two glasses of water, but next time she should put two seeds less of spice.

Some time later, the villagers are celebrating the news of Mukkho expecting. Bebe’s overjoyed of course. Daro sulks at home and runs away in the evening.

At night, she gets surrounded by lionesses and Daro of course challenges them. She fights them and kills one but at the same time another lioness jumps her from behind. However, it lands on Maula’s ax.

Maula teases her, like not knowing why she’s sulking and whatnot while he’s tending to her. She yells at him, and Maula reminds her that she is Daro, and she can ask whatever she wants. He takes her either to the top of the Ferris wheel that used to be his and Mukkho’s spot, or he takes her to his wrestling ring to let her get it out and then they… wrestle.

Some time later, Maula and bebe are at the palace and Daro’s home. A lion enters the village, everyone’s screaming. Daro faces off against it at the town center. The lion lunges at her, one tooth in her shoulder and another in her waist, but she kills it. It lands on top of her and she’s pinned under it. The villagers come out and carry her home and tend to her.

Bebe’s there with her at some point, but she’s too feverish to know a timeline. The baba/holy dude/healer tells them it’ll be a miracle if she could have children. Bebe says not to tell her. Daro calls out “ma” in her sleep and bebe looks after her.

Some days later, Daro goes out to get groceries and no one takes money from her and a lady tells her no one will take money from the town savior. They cheer for her and ladies offer to teach her and all that.

One night, she calls for bebe to undo her bandages but it’s Maula. She welcomes him and they’re friendly talking and he tells her the town loves her more than they did him but that he’d rip out their tongues if he could. She asks why and he says only he has the right to say her name. She asks then what should the people call her and he says Maula di Daro (Maula’s Daro)

He’s about to kiss her but she steps aside, asking him about Mukkho. He asks her when did mukkho come between them. She stares at the sky and says Noori’s sister Daro used to say that Noori’s fear would turn women barren, and now those women have cursed Maula’s Daro.

Maula steps beside her and says no one would dare curse Maula’s Daro. She rejects him again and says he shouldn’t waste himself on her. He stands behind her and points to the stars, saying he’d fill her aangan(backyard) with stars if she let him. He cuts his name on her shoulder(knife play is there thing) as they have sex. She says people might hear them and he says they should.

Some days later, Daro wakes up and Bebe’s not home. She asks a lady where she is and the lady says bebe went to the palace since Mukkho had a son. Daro says then why isn’t there noise in the village and the lady says no one wants to hurt Daro. Daro scolds them and tells them to hold the biggest parade and that she would be at the forefront of it.

Sometime later, Maula and bebe bring the baby to the village and everyone is celebrating. Daro is happy to see his son and cuddles him and asks what his name is.

Maula says she hasn’t given him one yet. Daro is shocked that he’s asking her to name his and Mukkho’s son but he says she’s his older mom and they want her to name him.

Daro names the boy Shah Alam, meaning king of the world. Daro goes with them to the palace and congratulates Mukkho and the two ladies are happy and love the baby together. Jatt soldiers always follow Daro in case any Natt would jump her.

Some days later, Maula’s father’s castle is finally rebuilt and they have an inauguration. Maula and Mukkho gift it to Daro.

Daro doesn’t want to leave the village but everyone convinces her and she has a bridal farewell that she didn’t get when she got married.

Maula gives her a tour of the castle. He takes her to a room and he tells her that’s where he was conceived and teases her that maybe they’d be lucky here as well.

Sometime later, Daro is playing with her ladies when she rests on the fountain and faints. The ladies are happy and she’s carried to her room.

The healer comes and says of course it’s a miracle. He advices her to be careful and prescribes bedrest. Daro asks if he knows who she is; she’s never been locked in a room let alone stuck in bed.

Maula’s at the door and says it’s Maula’s orders (maula means god) and that Daro wouldn’t dare go against his will.

Mukkho and Shah Alam come to see her too and time goes on.

one night she goes into tense labor. Bebe’s there and Mukkho is there too. Maula’s in another room with Shah Alam. Daro has a fever and isnt looking too well. Daro asks Mukkho to adopt her kid if anything happens to her, and to not tell her kid about her if she died. Mukkho agrees to adopt her kid, but instead says that everyone will know about Daro and her kids.

Daro gives birth to a girl and Mukkho and bebe are happy but Daro is sad (her father tried to have her buried when she was born). Daro’s in pain again and faints

Someone runs to tell Maula about his daughter he’s overjoyed and celebrates with Shah Alam and asks about Daro. The lady doesn’t say anything and Maula asks again. The lady attempts to say something but Maula runs out to go see Daro.

Bebe greets him at the door and tells him he has a son as well but maula ignores her and goes to sit by Daro. He orders her to open her eyes but she doesn’t. Maula says he won’t look at his children until he sees her eyes.

Days later Daro opens her eyes and Maula is by her. He’s happy to see her awake and starts to tell her about her kids but Daro remembers having a daughter and she cries. Maula says it’s his daughter and that she’s his pride and joy and the star of his eye and tells her he hasn’t even seen them yet. She sends him to go get them.

Maula brings Mukkho and bebe who bring the babies. Bebe holds the son, and passes him to Daro. Daro says once her brother killed Bebe’s Mooda, but no one will touch her Mooda. She asks to take her daughter but Maula takes her from Mukkho and teases Daro that he wouldn’t let her harm his daughter. He names her Tara.

Years later, teens and children are playing in the castle’s backyard. Some are Daro’s some are Mukkho’s. Mukkho’s daughter comes crying to Daro that her siblings are bothering her. Daro hugs her and reminds her that she would sacrifice her own life for her, what can her siblings do. (Mukkho died giving birth to her.)

Maula’s watching everyone from the balcony and Daro goes to join him. She tells him he filled her aangan with stars. Maula kisses her head and says

What Maula says: happens.

Zoom out. The end.

#the legend of maula jatt #maula jatt #Daro #mukkho #fawad khan #hamza ali abbasi #humaima malick #mahira khan #rdhb

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rvllybllply2014 · 1 year

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Manchild update that nobody asked for.

After getting him home he talked to his mother and demanded that I take up to Walmart because he said that some employees up there tried to beat her up/jump her and she’s the type of woman who would call the police not her son to deal with it. I refused so he went to bed and fell asleep. Fast forward about 2 hours he wakes up to use the bathroom and I catch him peeing in the sink I ask him what the fuck he’s doing and tells me to shut the fuck up and to leave him alone. The door was open btw it’s not like I busted in on him. Anyway I go to put the pop back into the fridge and as I walk by the bathroom which the door is still open he’s ripping up one of my books that I have in there to read while using the bathroom. So I ask him what is he doing he rips out another page from the book and puts it on the toilet seat. I tell him to stop and use the paper towels that he brought in there to use as toilet paper instead of ripping my book up so he leaves the bathroom. And sits on the stairs and falls asleep so I ask him what he’s doing once I hear him snoring he doesn’t say anything this time and just gets up and walks outside. He leans against the house and I guess falls back asleep but idk cause I’ve closed the door to keep bugs out and the ac is on so I’m not wasting energy. I’m finally doing his laundry, because this is day number two of his drunk ass peeing his pants and I’m tore of smelling his pissy pants,that he demanded that I do because he “works hard” (he’s a truck driver) and I should have to do it and if I don’t then I’m not a real woman and I should be grateful and suck his dick 24/7 and be happy to cook for him (every time I do he complains about something). He acts like I owe him sex (I’m demisexual and the older I get the less I want to have it) I’ve told him I won’t unless he starts showing me respect like he does his mom and sister but he says I won’t ever see that level cause I’m not them and should stop comparing myself to them and how me doing all the cooking cleaning and his laundry makes me feel like his mom all he does is scream at me about how I’m not he already has one and that I’m nobody’s mom. Manchild is 31 years old and still acts like this, I think the reason that it’s hard for me to leave his abusive ass is because I feel bad for him and he tries to make me think that he’s not abusive towards me and how real abuse victims would laugh at me because they have broken bones and bruises. But here’s the thing he’s bruised me before multiple times and he’s thrown shit at my head, he made me quit my job by calling me a slut and whore and saying I didn’t actually work I was just in the back sucking underage dick or old man dick because those were my coworkers teens and men in there 40s and just generally stressing me out making it hard to work, and he also calls me bitches along with whore slut and other names which I’m pretty sure is verbal abuse. But yeah I feel like I am a victim but I’m not sure because I don’t have it as bad as other people. Side note I’m so fucking tired of crying, I’ve never cried this much not even when a traumatic event that happened five years ago upended my whole world, he constantly makes me cry and it’s hard to sleep knowing that he’s here it’s like I have to stay alert for what ever he might decide to do.

#abuse talk #dealing with abuse #dealing with a manchild #personal #text post

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kiyosims · 6 years

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my life has been stressful the last few weeks so pls excuse my absence. i had birthday last friday and got some money for furniture and stuff since i moved to my own little apartment. it’ll take a loooong while until my apartment will look how i want it to look but i have so many ideas and im motivated af ♥♥ i hope yall stay healthy and hydrated. keep your heads up, love & hugs

#sptalk #next step is buying a tv lowboard a new computer and a washing machine lmao #my mom still does my laundry rip #thank god i dont live that far away from my parents #its literally like 10-20 min with car

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lnfours · 2 years

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better half ⎸ b.b

summary: bradley realizes that you’re the better half of him.

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x fem!reader

warnings: fluff and more fluff. i need him.

wc: a sweet, but short, 827

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it was dark now and you hadn’t realized how much time had gone past since bradley left this morning for the mission he had been training for. you could sense his nerves when you walked into the kitchen, seeing him slowly sip his coffee. he didn’t eat breakfast like he normally does, knowing that it was the nerves that made him lose his appetite. and when he gave you the goodbye kiss you always received in the morning, your assumptions were right.

“good luck today,” you smiled softly to him,”you’re gonna give them hell.”

he sent you a tight lipped smile back before mumbling into your hair,”i love you, so much. please don’t forget it.”

“come back home to me and tell me again.” you said, a soft smile on your face as you brushed his hair back from his forehead. he nodded softly, keys and wallet in his hand before he kissed you one last time.

“i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

and the rest of the day you found ways to occupy yourself. first, it was doing the dishes, then it moved to cleaning the house and making it look spotless, and then it was the laundry. you washed all the dirty clothes, pulled the sheets off the bed and washed them. you had even organized your closets and put the clean clothes away.

it was stress cleaning, but now you had a nice and clean home to bask in for a few days before it slowly turns into a bit of a mess. but there was only so much mess to clean, and now you sat on the couch in the dim light, playing with your fingers as you stared down at your phone that sat on the coffee table.

when you heard the front door open, you turned quickly, standing on your feet as you watched bradley close the door. he still had his flight suit on, the arms tied at the waist, revealing the white shirt he wore underneath. you met him as he made his way into the living room, wrapping your arms around him.

you didn’t say anything, just wrapped your arms around him as his snaked around your waist tightly, your fingers running through the small brown hairs on the back of his neck. he nuzzled his face into your neck, taking in your scent. it wasn’t until you felt him move from your grasp, looking down at him as he got down on one knee.

you looked at him confused as he looked up at you.

“marry me,” he said and you ran your fingers through his blonde hair.

“are you serious?”

“so serious,” he said,”when i was flying today and when i almost died a couple times today, i realized that you were the one i wanted to come back to the most. the one who keeps me in check, makes sure we’re always on time for everything because i’d forget, the one who makes my favorite meals and who makes sure i have everything i need before i walk out the door in the morning. you’re the one i want to spend the rest of my life with, have a family with. i wanna do it all, and i want to do it with you.”

you hadn’t noticed you were crying until you felt the tears roll down your cheek. he needed you just as much as you needed him.

you realized you hadn’t answered as he held your hand, repeating himself,”will you marry me?”

you pulled him up off the ground and kissed him, smiling against his lips,”yes, of course.”

he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground before gently placing you back down and kissing you again. you held his cheeks in your hands.

when he pulled away, he smiled as he bumped your nose against his. you smiled back, lowly speaking up,”do you have a ring?”

he held his finger up to you before reaching into the pocket for his flight suit, ripping the velcroed flap up as he fished out the ring. he held it in his hands, slipping it onto your ring finger as you smiled down at it.

“it was my mom’s,” he smiled softly,”you two looked like you had the same size ring fingers.”

you giggled,”it’s beautiful, bradley.”

“just like you.”

you both sat in silence for a minute as you hugged each other,”did you say you almost died a couple times today?”

“yeah, but don’t worry about it. i’m here, aren’t it?”

he had a point.

you smiled and kissed him again as he picked you up bridal style. you laughed as he carried you out of the living room, stopping in his tracks as he reached the staircase, looking around at the freshly cleaned house.

“did you stress clean again?”

you laughed,”shut up and take me to bed, bradshaw.”

“yes, ma’am.”

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ghostedgwen · 3 years

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ache in you | p.parker (part two)

note : So this was a trip to write. I washed dishes, made toasts and did my laundry in between writing this and I also put myself through the torture of watching nwh again to get the dialogues right. Fun fact - I'm part Filipino (mother side) so typing out Lola's dialogues was easy and I got flashbacks during her scenes bc my Mom scolds me the same way she does. The "kalat dito, kalat doon" was a mantra I heard throughout my life. Enjoy more angst bc you guys like crying I guess <3

warning/s : grief, death, mentions of blood, gun-shot wounds, robbery, pure angst, self-deprecating thoughts and some self-loathing sprinkled in there, language (?), canon events following nwh, angry Peter (?), just sad stuff

request :Omg I love your recent fic, sad, but I love the writing anyways. What if you can make a part 2 but it takes place in NWH where Andrew!Peter he meets the other (y/n) who is best friends with Tom!Peter and MJ. He feels guilty as he looked at them and he decided not to let history repeat itself after what happened to (y/n) who also died in his world after what happened in part 1. (you can determine the cause of her death)

Losing you so soon after Gwen felt like the end of it all to Peter. He never saw it coming and he didn't know what to do after - and now here he is in another universe, confronted by another version of you. words : 5k

Peter feels so lost. He pushed you away because he couldn't see you anymore, all he could feel was the regret and the blind hope whenever you were near, and in the end he lost you too.

In the attempt of keeping you away, he wasn't there in time to save you when you needed him most. He wasn't around to save you - and Gwen's sacrifice felt somewhat wasted in the end.

His world collapsed around him when Gwen died. He held her lifeless body in his arms and felt like he was being ripped apart inch by inch and time went on. It continued to move around him and people moved along.

While he stayed stuck in the very moment he shot that web while she fell in slow motion. He's still there, in that very moment - feeling that free fall and rapidly approaching the ground, only he never landed.

He's there suspended in the air, left to watch her slowly descend into the darkness where he can't follow.

He stayed that way for 5 months until he saw you again. Months after the funeral and you looked so different, you must've changed your hair - it was like a slap to the face that so much has happened and he didn't even notice.

He visited her grave every day for all those months and failed to recognize the world around him until he saw you again. Bearing the evidence of time passing, and he wasn't sure what to feel about that.

It didn't help that meeting you again was bittersweet. He missed you - his best friend but he also couldn't afford to look at you long enough without letting his thoughts wander to the dark corners in his head.

This heavy and groggy voice that would chant at him every time you came up in his mind - a dark voice that would tell him it was supposed to be you. And he tried to shrug it off every time.

It wasn't right to think that way and he knew that but when you met again - that voice won. He couldn't stand to stay long with you and see you alive and well while Gwen is six feet under. So he left when he still had so much to say.

And you didn't see him for weeks after that.

One night, on your way back from grief group, you thought to treat yourself to some Chinese food in Chinatown and you actually had your fill - had a great stay but on the walk back to your car -

You pause in your tracks, clutching your purse tighter around your arm and frowned at the man who blocked your path. You subtly look around and realize the streets are now empty. You curse under your breath for staying out too late.

"Can I help you?" You ask cautiously, already reaching for the pepper spray you had in your bag.

"Give us everything you have," the man with a croaky voice said. "And no one gets hurt."

You widened your eyes, did he just say us? You look behind you and sure enough there are two more guys slowly approaching you and all the alarms in your head went off. You took the strap off your arm and tossed it to him.

You were given a choice, your money or your life and you'd rather give them everything else just to make it out of here.

He caught the purse and smirked at you, beginning to shuffle inside and you could feel the single bead of sweat make its way down your forehead - your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You feared for what could happen next.

And Peter was on the other side of town, stopping robberies and high-fiving police officers, he could feel his blood pumping from the thrill of just having stopped yet another bank robbery when his senses went off again.

He was quick to act on his instincts, shooting webs and swinging around skyscrapers to head where his senses lead him and he ended up in some dark and isolated street near Chinatown, he heard the loud sound of a gun go off before he landed.

He was swift, taking the three guys down with minimal effort and immobilizing them with his webs before turning to the person on the ground. He ran towards them and he felt his blood run cold when he recognized you.

Holding you in his arms, he scanned you for injuries and found a hole in your stomach area - you were bleeding out, and he looked at your face to see you blinking hazily at him. You had your lips parted and a faraway look in your eyes.

"_____? ______!" It felt like déjà vu, and the worst kind. He tried pressing on the wound, it didn't matter if his suit was getting soaked in your blood. He can see you slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Peter?" You managed to choke out, it was barely above a whisper and he almost missed it. He pulled his mask off, his tears were suffocating him under the mask and you could feel him. He was warm and he was shaking.

His entire body was trembling. He never wanted to experience this again - god, why him?

"It's me," Peter threw a quick glance at the three criminals that are knocked out and then back at you. "Hey there, pretty girl."

You smiled despite the taste of copper in your mouth. You missed him calling you that - he called you that to tease you after you got so flustered when Gwen called you pretty. It soon turned endearing, and then he stopped.

He called you by name again during her funeral and then walked away, never to be seen for months.

"Peter - miss. . .you." You couldn't even understand the words coming out of your mouth but he understood well enough, he nodded.

"I missed you too," He cracks a grin and then looks down at his hand pressing on your wound. "You're gonna be okay."

But you knew you're not. You give him a sad smile which he recognized and shook his head. He pressed harder on the wound, a futile attempt at keeping the blood from gushing out when you've already lost enough.

It's a wonder you're even still awake and able to process somewhat coherent thoughts while lying in his arms. "No - no, no," Peter shook his head, tasing his salty tears on his tongue. "No."

With your trembling lips and weak hand - you spoke while reaching for his face. Using the last ounce of strength you had left in you to wipe the blood off his cheek and smiled sadly. "See you later."

You didn't say goodbye. You promised to see him again soon and then you were simply gone. One moment, you were smiling at him and then the next, you were gone. Just like that, you felt heavier in his arms and the light in your eyes died down.

He couldn't even find it in himself to scream this time around. He felt like he also died, right along with you and it wasn't until the sounds of sirens came that he was pulled back to reality. He abruptly put the mask on again and hesitantly parted with your body.

That was two months ago.

He started going to grief group - the same one you used to go to and it was quite a shock to everyone when they heard about you. It's almost funny in a way that you attended before and now you're the reason someone is attending.

He almost sobbed when he ate those brownies - you were right. They are worth every visit, and he didn't miss the way Marie paid special attention to him. Watching him when he would listen to the others speak.

He remembers his first visit - he was hovering by the door. Awkwardly greeting everyone who came in while he hesitated, getting one foot through the door before heading back out to catch his breath.

Having stopped actual villains before, he found it nearly impossible to go inside. It's just a room with a bunch of people who understood his pain but he felt so hesitant - like he'd die if he stepped in there but he also had to.

"Are you Peter?" A woman's voice caused him to jump. "I'm sorry for scaring you, my name's Marie."

"Yes, how - how'd you know my name?" Peter asked with a frown.

"From _____, she mentioned you only once and I recognized you from her lock screen - why are you here?"

Peter felt the words get stuck in his throat. This Marie woman knows you, and was close enough that you even mentioned him to her and she has no idea about you - about what happened and he felt like throwing up.

He could feel the bile creep up his throat and threaten to spill over but he gulped it down. He bit his lip, unable to get the right words out and she understood - tears brimming in her eyes when she realized.

"Oh." Has never sounded more heartbreaking when she said it, her voice cracking and her tears falling down her tan cheeks.

She pulled him in for a hug and it felt so warm and welcoming. Peter returned this stranger's embrace and allowed himself to also cry - he felt understood in her arms and in a way, he felt like you were comforting him through her.

He attended for a month after that, every visit did not take away any pain but he understands you now. It didn't magically make everything better but he did feel less alone, Marie was the kindest and warmest soul who offered him brownies every time.

He didn't expect brownies to be his comfort food, but it's become his go-to whenever he would feel sad, and that was every day.

Going to grief group made him feel less lonely but it didn't give him clarity. He had two people to mourn now and he felt lost - what now? He knew exactly what you and Gwen would want and that is for him to move on but how can he?

He felt like he will never be whole again after being broken beyond repair, but something happened a month later :

He sat in front of his computer, typing away while he looked for jobs he could apply for when he got a ping. He received an email and he frowned when he saw it came from you. He watched that notification until it went away.

Stunned in his seat and taking a whole minute before processing what he just saw. He checked the email right away once he recovered - fingers shaking while it hovered by the mouse and he didn't make a mistake. It really was your email and this was sent just now -

Hey there Pete,

I'm typing this in my very messy study table 3 days after you left that morning. It's been five months and I thought I had enough time for myself to gather my thoughts and rehearse what I was going to say to you when we meet again but I came up blank. I was caught off guard and shirtless so all the practiced speeches just poof'd.

I am making it so you received this in 3 months, when I'm out of New York and off travelling all over Europe. Just staying here isn't good for me, I'm gonna go and see the world like Gwen wanted for me and maybe I'll tell you all about it when we meet it again?

I'm really sorry if you're only finding out now that I'm long gone and probably sipping overpriced apple juice somewhere in France, but it's for the best. I know what you think of me, of the whole thing and I honestly don't blame you.

I understand and I swear, there's no hard feelings - or at least, there won't be after I'm done healing during the trip. I will miss you, I don't know how long it will take until we meet again but I can't wait to tell you all about my adventures.

How are you? I hope you're staying healthy, I plan on visiting Gwen right after typing this out. Who knows? Maybe we'll finally run into each other or I will barely miss you.

Enough rambling! I still have to plan the trip and I'll take two weeks preparing and then I'm off for a new adventure. I hope you also begin healing from this, I know Gwen would've wanted us to be happy.

That's all for now, I might think of sending another email while I'm off walking the streets of London.

I'll see you later.

He felt empty after reading that - he remembered your last words to him, how you smiled in an attempt to comfort him as you feel yourself slowly slip away. You assured him that you would meet again.

How? He didn't know but he held onto that promise, you've never broken your promises before, so surely he would see you again someday like you told him. And he can't wait for the day to come.

Fast-forward to three years later - and currently somewhere in another universe :

"Still nothing?" MJ asks you and Ned, looking over her shoulder and turning away from the TV.

"Nope." You let out a huff of disappointment.

"No." Ned says with a shake of his head, putting his phone down and MJ gets up to sit next to you.

She sits down drawing a long sigh, massaging her temple and her gaze landed on the metal box in front of you. You frown, exchanging looks between her and the metal box.

"MJ?" You ask, raising a brow.

"I'm gonna press it."

"What? No!" Ned disagreed, perking up from his seat.

"Peter told us to wait - " MJ cuts you off.

"I'm gonna do it." She says with a firm nod.

Ned crinkles his nose and began throwing his arm around in frustration. "I just wish - I just wish that we could see him."

You turn your gaze to the tiny sparkle in your peripheral vision - all three heads turn collectively and you feel the shift in the air.

"Ned." MJ called out.

"Yeah?"

"Do that again."

"Yeah." You encouraged, and watched as Ned tries to do it again.

"I just wish we could see him."

Now all three of you get up from your seats, facing the forming portal with anticipation. Ned fixed his posture and posed his hand -

"I just wish we could see Peter."

Then the portal finally opened - you peer through to find it's some dark alley and someone - guessing it's Peter - in his suit is slowly turning around.

"Salamangkero." You hear Ned's lola exclaim in surprise.

"You're right. I am magic." You managed to crack a grin at Ned.

"Is that him?" MJ frowns and peers through the portal as well, tapping Ned on his arm and all three of you tilt your heads in varying degrees to try and get a better look of the approaching figure.

"Yeah, yea. It has to be."

"Peter!" You called out first and the other two began calling out as well until he jumped through and you frown - that doesn't look like Peter's suit. When did he have the time to change?

You turn to Ned's lola screaming in fear, throwing a pillow at the Spider-Man while he tried to plead his case of being a good guy, you step back cautiously - something was off about this person and you're not sure what.

"I'm a nice guy!" He then takes his mask off making you frown deeper. "Okay. . ."

"Who the hell are you?" MJ asked before you could.

"I'm Peter Parker."

"That's not possible."

This was making your head hurt so you began turning away, walking out to head to the kitchen and began pouring yourself a glass of water. May is dead, Peter is off somewhere hurting all alone and now there's another Peter out there.

You really didn't know what you were signing up for when all you wanted was a babysitter job - this was not how you imagined your life would be. You steered clear from superhero stuff for as long as you've known aliens actually exist when they came flying around New York - and now here you are.

Tangled up in this mess because 5 years ago you needed a job and ended up being Peter's babysitter.

Awesome!

After drinking 2 full glasses of water and feeling your throat was a whole lot less dry - you begin making your way to the living room to find there's another stranger added to the group now and Ned's lola is scolding the cute guy from earlier.

"Ikaw ha nagkalat ka nanaman!" She pointed her finger in a scolding manner. "Linisin mo lahat ng mga basura mo dito."

You hold back your laughter despite not being able to understand her, you figured that older women scolding is a universal language anyway.

"At ikaw, gusto ko yung bahay natin maayos pero tignan mo: dumi dito! Dumi doon."

"My Lola's asking if you could clean up the webs that you just shot."

Younger Peter turned to the old woman with a sheepish look on his face. "Oh, sorry, Lola."

"Yes, of course." Older - Peter? - nodded.

"I'm going to bed." The old woman announced with a lazy wave and then began walking away.

"Goodnight Ned's Lola." MJ called after her and you all watched her disappear from view.

You then turn to younger Peter began fixing his mess from earlier and felt inclined to help him, walking over to put the condiments back up while the older Peter began talking behind you two.

"Oh - thanks - " He lifts his gaze and he felt as if the world stopped.

He blinked in surprise, seeing your face again after what felt like forever. You smile at him, your eyes wrinkling the same way it always did when your lips would curl ever so slightly upwards and the way your eyebrows would twitch a bit at the action.

He drank you in - your hair was way longer than he remembered and you kept it neat in a braid, a few loose strands framing your face and those eyes - they're so refreshing. To see them so bright and alive again.

"Nice to meet you." You grin at him, offering your hand, which he hesitantly accepted. "My name is ______."

He parted his lips, unable to say anything as you lightly shook his hand and he's willed back to reality - head turning on instinct.

"I just had this sense that. . . that he needs my help." Older Peter spoke.

"Our help." Younger Peter corrected, still holding your hand. MJ frowns at you two and you shrug - you have no idea why he's still holding it but whatever.

"He does," you nod at Older Peter. "I'm ____, by the way."

"We don't know where he is." Ned.

"And uhm - honestly, we're all he really has left." MJ said solemnly.

You turn to find the younger Peter is looking down at you with a weird look on his face. You raise a brow at him and he abruptly drops your hand, you're thoroughly confused by him but you shrug it off.

"Well, is there some place that he might go that has meaning to him?" Older Peter asks. "Like uhh- a place where he would go to just - "

"Get away from everything?" Peter next to you finished.

"For me, it was the top of the Chrysler Building."

"Empire State. Better view."

"That is a sweet view."

"Yeah," MJ nods after her realization. "Yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be."

You stare down at the stone, her name carved in it and you could feel your heart crack at every letter. It was too soon, and she was too young - she didn't deserve what happened to her. You couldn't even look her Mom in the eyes when she comforted you earlier.

She lost her daughter and still tried to comfort you. You, who she had no idea, were the reason her daughter is dead.

You turn away to find Peter and May right beside you. She had her arms around him as she sobbed, he was crying quietly. His face flush and cheeks wet from the salty tears.

You wanted to walk over there and comfort him as well -

The people began leaving and it was only the two of you left. He stood right in front of her tombstone, hands in his pockets and you hesitantly approach him.

"I'm sorry about Gwen - " you stopped.

He turned to you and you could swear you saw a stranger. That wasn't Peter. He looked down at you with his brows furrowed, and you almost saw hate in those brown eyes of his that were formerly warm and inviting.

He looks so cold and so unrecognizable.

"Peter?"

"You should go, ____."

Your lips part in shock, blinking in confusion and you reached your hand to place it on his shoulder which he shrugged off. Taking a step back and sending a glare your way.

"I said you should go."

You didn't know what else to say or do so you did as told, hesitantly turning around and began walking away. Feeling another set of tears come as you feel a wave of excruciating sadness wash over you like a powerful current.

After the whole confrontation in the roof, everyone headed to the lab and on the way - you put an arm around Peter, your Peter, and ruffles his already messy hair. You didn't interrupt earlier and let him have his moments.

One with his best friend and girlfriend and the other with - himselfs? Ned and MJ walks ahead, you followed right after them with Peter and he chuckles at the gesture.

"Good to have you back on track, kiddo." You coo at him and he crinkles his nose at the nickname.

"Yeah - thanks for coming along, _____. I know you don't like superhero stuff."

You give him a wide grin. "Anything for you, kid."

Entering the lab, the three Peters discuss what they're going to do and you've decided to treat your Peter's wounds before he got any work done. You've done it countless times before so why not again?

"Wait - I get that she's the girlfriend and he's the bestfriend," Older Peter spoke, pointing at MJ and then at Ned before pointing to you. "Who are you?"

"I'm his babysitter." You shrug and dab more alcohol on the tiny cut above Peter's eyebrow, making him wince in pain.

"Ow! Former babysitter, you quit because I'm too old to have one."

"You had a babysitter?" Older Peter frowned.

"Yeah, my uncle died when I was young and May needed the extra help - for when she's not around to watch over me." Peter shrugged. "You guys didn't have one?"

"Nope." Older Peter shook his head 'no'.

"Uh - no." Younger Peter replied and you turn to him - he's still looking at you weirdly, and you can't help but get the feeling that he has something he wants to say to you.

"I guess I'm the only ____ in the multiverse." You shrugged, saying it to gauge the reaction of Younger Peter and there you saw it. A brief look of shock in his eyes and you got your answer, he knows you.

"Can you please cool it with the cotton pad? I feel like you're hurting me more than healing me," Peter whined, avoiding your hand and you mutter apologies. You got too distracted that you forgot you were treating him. "What's up?"

"I just got a feeling, brb," you nod at MJ. "Take over for me, will ya?"

She accepts the cotton pad you offered and began treating Peter in your stead, sitting in front of him and lightly dabbing his wounds with it. You turn to find younger Peter watching them with a faraway look in his eyes, putting down his equipment and turning away.

Then you watched as he quickly slipped out the door and followed right after him, trailing after as he draws out a long breath, leaning against the glass cabinet displaying many trophies the school accumulated and tried to calm himself down.

"Are you okay - woah, I'm sorry." You didn't mean to make him jump, you raise both hands up in mock defense as he puts his hand down when it was previously pointing at you. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine - sorry, I just needed some air."

"Yeah, must be weird having two other you's."

"It's kind of fun, actually." He shrugs and you frown at him.

You take in his appearance - so much different from your Peter, who you practically watched grow up. This one was way older, probably around your age, but like the other Peters - he had dark brown hair and matching brown eyes.

You wonder if there's a blonde Peter somewhere.

"That story you told on the rooftop, about Gwen, I'm sorry." You figured that's why he looked at the kids weirdly when they were having their moment. You watched his glossy eyes fixate on you and you couldn't read the expression on his face.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too."

You let a few moments of silence pass by. Reveling in the bliss of ignorance before you found the courage to ask the question : "Do I exist in your universe?"

"I told you I didn't have a babysitter." He forced a humorless chuckle.

"That's not what I asked, Peter."

He couldn't hold your gaze - it was too painful. He looked away and averted his gaze elsewhere, while yours remained on him, watching his reaction and recognizing the same look your Peter had just moments ago.

Grief.

You had no idea how but you understood but you did - just from his reaction to a simple question and you felt sorry for him. You slowly approach him, placing a careful hand on his shoulder and leaning against the wall.

"It's okay if you don't wanna talk - "

"Yes, you were my best friend." Peter nods and you smile at the thought. Taking note of the word 'were' even though you already knew from his reaction earlier. "And I lost you, right after I lost Gwen."

"That must've been so hard on you, I'm sorry." You didn't know how to feel - knowing you died in another universe felt weird and it just brings up the fact that you're also gonna die on this one someday.

"Don't be, it's - it's all my fault - both of you I couldn't - "

"Hey, you got that whole loveable dorky and stupid hero complex my Peter has," you interrupt him with a smile. "So surely your ____ has the same stupid ability to forgive that I do."

"I don't deserve it - not from any version of you."

"Shut up," you tell him and he purses his lips on instinct. "Don't keep punishing yourself for things beyond your control. I'm sure I didn't die for nothing and you can't save everyone, as depressing as that sounds, you can't save everyone."

"But I still have to try."

"Yes, you do," you nod. "But you have to learn to forgive yourself for those that you don't. You owe it to yourself for every life you've saved."

"You talk just like her, it's kind of insane." Peter managed to chuckle despite the tears already trailing down his flushed cheeks, and he wiped them with the back of his hand.

"I guess I'm amazing in every universe." You joked and tapped his shoulder lightly, retrieving your hand, and crossing your arms.

"Yeah, you were."

Another short moment of silence passed you two by, you just stared at him and he did the same. He wanted time to stop so he could just live here, right in this very moment where you're standing in front of him and you're just at arm's reach.

He could keep replacing his previous memories of you with new ones. Gone is the night he held you in his arms and you felt so heavy and cold, and here you are chuckling and tapping his shoulder so warmly.

He could feel his chest tightening, but not in the same way as before - before it felt like his lungs were collapsing on itself, but right now, it felt comforting and oddly warm - you were warm.

"I wonder how many versions of me exist out there." You interrupt his train of thoughts, and he chuckled at that.

"I hope there's enough for every Peter out there," he nods and you crinkle your nose at the compliment. "We could really use a _____."

"I'm still sorry you lost yours."

"Well, it's comforting to know that somewhere out there. There's a universe where I didn't lose you."

"And I'm sorry - yeah not to blame myself," he chuckled when he saw you glare at him. "But I still need to say it at least once so I can feel a little better. Please?"

He pouted and fluttered his lashes animatedly, making you laugh and give in with a nod, gesturing with a flick of your wrist for him to proceed and the laughter died down.

"I'm sorry. It was wrong to blame you and apologizing for turning you away during the funeral was the first thing I should have done that morning. You were an amazing friend and I understand why Gwen did it, I would have done the same and I was too taken by the grief to see the real you under all the anger."

You stared at him, quietly listening in despite not knowing the context of this long apology. You stayed still even as he reached his hand out to caress your cheek lovingly, looking at you with tears brimming in his eyes again.

"You deserved so much better and I just wish it could've been me. I'm so sorry and I will forever be sorry for you and Gwen - but I promise to do the healing, like you asked."

You smile at him - it's so weird. It's like catching up with a friend you haven't seen a long time only this is a stranger, one you've never met your entire life and he shares the identity of the boy you used to babysit.

"And thank you for keeping your promise, pretty girl."

You raise a brow at that nickname, a promise? You rarely give those out because you believe promises should be kept and therefore cannot be broken at any point. You didn't wanna break promises, so you barely gave those away.

Peter knew it wasn't the you from his world but he felt satisfied. To have finally said those words and be given a chance, even in another universe, to apologize for the things he did and didn't do.

It's almost funny how even with the impossible like the multiverse - you were able to fulfill your promise to him. Like you always did because that's who you were, and how he'll choose to keep knowing you.

Not the 'what-if's and the 'maybe's. Just you.

You decided against asking, you only pushed yourself off the wall you're leaning on - his hand leaving your face -and gestured to the lab door. "They're working - you should probably also do that."

"Yeah." He nods.

You offer him your hand and he didn't hesitate to accept it. Pushing himself off the wall and walking back into the lab with you. This time, he only saw you. Not the life he could've had with Gwen if she didn't save you, and instead he just saw your hair in a neat braid and your bright eyes focused on him.

to be continued back in his universe : part three | masterlist

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A/N: no cat adams isn’t coming back! pretend that’s you…if you are a minor, please skip the last part of this chapter

Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: talk of periods, fluff, smut, fingering, orgasm control, swearing, establishment of safe word (not used), dom!spencer, protected penetrative sex

Word Count: 2.0k

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Chapter 9

You were in your office, finishing up the paperwork of your last patient of the day when your phone rang.

“Hello,” you answered, “Should I get takeout for dinner tonight?”

“Um-I can run out and grab it later. I need you to get back here right now,” Spencer stammered.

“Okay,” you stood, collecting your coat, purse, and keys, “Is everything okay?”

“I have all the proper pamphlets and supplies but she’s locked herself in her room,” Spencer stated.

“Spencer, I’m not following,” you furrowed your brow.

“Callie got her period,” he whispered.

“I CAN HEAR YOU,” you heard her scream from the other side of the door.

“Callie, can I offer you this ‘Menstruation and Me’ informational pamphlet?” Spencer nervously offered, “I can slide it under the door.”

“You can shove it up your ass,” she replied.

“I’m on my way,” you stifled a laugh.

You ran inside, grabbing your heating pad for the downstairs bathroom and going up the stairs.

Spencer was still standing outside the door while Callie was blasting music on the other side, presumably to block out the offering of any more pamphlets from Spencer.

“I knew this day would come but I still feel unprepared,” Spencer ran his hands through his hair, “I prepared a whole kit,” he gestured to the huge storage bin beside him.

“I’ll say,” you chuckled at the bin’s size.

It was overflowing with different sizes of tampons, pads, painkillers, candy, and pamphlets. Lots and lots of pamphlets. You were a pediatrician and you didn’t even know they had this many pamphlets about periods.

“I basically bought one of everything because I know that you need a different size based on your flow and I didn’t know whether she would be more comfortable with a pad or a tampon. I even bought a menstruation cup and this period underwear that is supposed to be very absorbent,” he rambled.

You cut him off with a kiss, “Don’t worry, you’re a great dad,” you squeezed his hand, “I’ll talk to her and then we’ll reconvene.”

“I’ll grab us dinner,” he kissed you again before heading down the stairs.

“Callie,” you knocked lightly on the door, “Your dad’s gone.”

The music shut off and she opened the door with teary eyes. You pulled her in for a hug.

“This is so embarrassing and awkward,” she cried, “I want to rip my stupid uterus out.”

“Periods are nothing to be ashamed of. They’re completely natural,” you assured her.

“Does it always hurt this bad?” she grimaced.

“The first day is usually the worst for me but everyone is different,” you lugged the huge bin Spencer prepared inside, “Luckily, you have the best dad in the world.”

She laughed, “I always wondered what that bin was in the basement.”

“I would suggest a heavy flow pad to start with,” you grabbed one from the bin, “Then, I can bring you to the office and show you how to insert a tampon or a menstruation cup on a model if you would like.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she hugged you again.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Is there anything I can throw in the wash for you?”

“My sheets and underwear,” she replied.

“Consider it done.”

Spencer came home with takeout from Callie’s favorite restaurant and sat anxiously at the table.

You came out of the laundry room with clean folded sheets.

“Everything is under control,” you stated.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.

“I don’t know either. Maybe there’s a pamphlet for that,” you teased.

“I may have gone just a bit overboard on the pamphlets,” he admitted.

“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love,” you quoted.

“You really do love Winnie the Pooh. Don’t you?” he smiled in adoration.

“Well, I did name my cat after him,” you reminded Spencer.

“Callie, sweetheart, dinner is here!” you called upstairs.

Callie slowly came down the stairs in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her head. Spencer wrung his hands in nervousness, awaiting his daughter’s next move.

She made her way over to him and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Dad. I love you,” she whispered.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” Spencer pressed a kiss on the top of her head.

You all sat down to enjoy a lovely dinner together.

“While we’re on the subject, I think we’re ready to go training bra shopping soon too,” you spoke.

Spencer gulped.

“I will take your credit card and bring her for you,” you patted his shoulder.

“Unless Callie wants me to go for support,” he looked to her.

“I think you can sit this one out, Dad,” she giggled.

“Oh thank god,” he sighed in relief.

Someone rang the front doorbell as you were getting ready for your first official date with Spencer.

“Spence?” you called out, “Can you get that?”

No response. The doorbell rang again.

You sighed, running down the stairs with your heels in hand, clipping on your earrings.

You swung open the door, revealing Spencer in black dress pants and a black button down with a few buttons undone. He was holding such a big bouquet of roses that you could barely see his face.

“I hope the drive here wasn’t too bad,” you joked.

“Nonsense, it was basically right outside my front door,” he smiled, handing you the roses.

You put them in water as he watched you adoringly. You were wearing a simple black dress, unintentionally matching him perfectly.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight,” he kissed you.

“You do as well,” you smiled.

Spencer looked at his watch, “We should head out.”

“May I ask what you have planned for this evening?”

“I figured dinner and a movie would be best,” he answered, “I am still not too skilled in the dating field,” he confessed.

“Could have fooled me,” you answered, grabbing his hand as you exited the house.

- (18+)

You and Spencer walked up the front steps to the house after a wonderful date.

“I’m not really sure how this ends considering we both are living here,” you nervously laughed, looking up at Spencer.

Spencer brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss you. It started out soft and gentle like all your previous kisses had been but turned more sloppy and passionate as the moments passed.

“Would you like to come in?” you smiled.

“I may have bribed Sandra’s mom with a very expensive bottle of wine to turn Callie’s playdate into a sleepover for a reason,” Spencer smirked.

“And what reason would that be, Spencer Reid?” you teased him, unbuttoning a few more of his shirt buttons as he unlocked the door.

“I want to fuck you so unbelievably bad, angel,” he whispered in your ear, “Is that something you are interested in?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“Use your words, pretty girl,” he urged you, lifting your chin up with his finger.

“Yes,” you whimpered, “Please fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he released your jaw, “Go upstairs to the bedroom and strip for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, practically running up the stairs and tearing your clothes off.

Spencer came up a few minutes later with a few candles that he lit. He set them on the two bedside tables.

You reached out for him but he pulled away and you whined.

“One second,” he promised, kissing you quickly before rushing back downstairs.

He came back with a bottle of chilled sparkling cider and two wine glasses, “I want you to be fully sober for this but this seemed like a nice touch.”

He was pouring the glasses as you pouted, “Am I going to be the only undressed one here?”

Spencer handed you your glass, “Impatience doesn't look good on you, angel. Now, you can’t come until you finish your drink. No chugging either, small polite sips.”

As you lifted the glass to take your first sip, you felt Spencer’s hand snake down to your inner thighs, barely brushing against the skin.

“Say red if you want me to stop, angel.”

“Yes, sir.”

He held up his middle and ring fingers right in front of your mouth, “Open wide.”

You obeyed and eagerly began sucking on his fingers, wishing they were a different part of his body. He seemed amused by your whining as he retreated his fingers from your mouth.

You took another dainty sip as Spencer’s now soaked fingers returned down to your warm core. He slowly pushed the first one in as you moaned softly.

“Another,” you squirmed.

“Ah ah ah, pretty girl,” Spencer chided, “I thought we were working on your patience.”

“Mmm sorry,” you murmured into his chest as he continued to slowly work the single finger in and out of you.

Your sips began to gradually increase in size as Spencer quickened his pace, easily slipping the second finger into the mix. You felt the familiar tightness forming in your stomach.

“So close,” you screwed your eyes shut.

“That’s a shame,” Spencer spoke, “You still have about 2 sips left.”

You brought the cool glass up to your lips, gulping down as much as you could in one sip without it being considered chugging.

You grabbed Spencer’s shirt with your other hand, bunching it up in your hands to try to maintain your crumbling composure for one last sip.

Your whole body began to shake as you brought the glass to your lips for the final time, barely swallowing the last sip before letting out a loud cry. You clenched around his fingers and rocked a bit as you rode out your orgasm.

Your face was nuzzled in Spencer’s chest as you finally came down from your high. He removed the empty glass from your hand and set it down on the bedside table.

Once you finally caught your breath, Spencer spoke, “Such a good girl for me. Can you take another or are you done for the night, angel?”

“Want another,” you mumbled.

“Are you sure? I won’t be mad if you want to stop now,” he assured you.

“I am very sure if you can make me orgasm like that,” you laughed softly.

“Lie back please,” he instructed you.

Spencer finished unbuttoning his shirt all the way before undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down, finally matching your level of nakedness. He pulled a condom from his pocket, tearing the foil and rolling it onto his dick.

He crawled on top of you, settling himself between your legs. He met your lips once again and you moaned into his mouth.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied wholeheartedly.

He positioned himself and slid into you, letting out his first audible groan of the night. God, you would do everything in your power to hear that time and time again.

“You feel so fucking good, angel. Better than I ever could have imagined,” he panted as he thrust into you repeatedly.

“You imagined this before?” you questioned

Spencer, losing his lack of filter due to the pure unadulterated pleasure he was feeling, replied, “I-fuck-I jerked off to the thought of you in prison. Is that weird?”

“No,” you moaned loudly, “That’s so fucking hot. I touched myself to the thought of you once too.”

“Fuck,” Spencer gasped, “You keep saying shit like that and I’m not going last much longer, angel.

Spencer continued to pound into you as he formed a trail of hickeys down your neck and ending at your breasts. Your hands were either curled up in his hair or scratching your nails down his back.

The sounds coming from you both were absolutely downright filthy in the best way possible.

“Not going to last much longer in this warm, tight cunt of yours, angel,” Spencer groaned.

All you could do is moan in response, very close yourself.

Before you knew it, your toes were curling and you were crying out. Spencer was moaning loudly, spilling his load into the condom and breathily repeating your name over and over again like it was a prayer.

Spencer collapsed on top of you, littering you in soft kisses. The two of you lay there in a sweaty, happy mess.

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