Hypothesis Contrary To Fact. Having grown up in a world where superheroes constantly saved the day, Molly Proctor strived to be as great – though always seemed to fall short. Then, Peter Parker somehow managed to get bit by a radioactive spider. And also apparently believes she’s the only person who’s capable of helping him figure it out. Maybe that makes her greatness-adjacent. Or maybe just a sidekick. Ugh, even worse.
Thank you for all of the reviews on Phase 01. It really got my rear in gear of what I’ve got planned for it as well as Dawn’s story...if I ever get around to hers, lol. :D
I been doing stupid things
Wilder than I've ever been
happy birthday to @captdnvrs!! you’re such an angel and so incredibly talented with your edits and inspiring ability to update your fics like a machine while i stare at a blank page all day :P i love all of our crossovers and i definitely can’t wait to talk more about talia and molly so here’s a something because i love our girls. hope you have an incredible birthday babe!!!!!
And, at the time, Q was tempted to agree. She felt bloated and nauseous all the time, her boobs hurt something fierce, and her back constantly felt like it was on fire. The second trimester wasn’t so bad. She was finally showing, which meant that no one could judge her eating habits anymore. And the nausea and other pain subsided.
But the third trimester? Hell.
Every joint hurt. The baby was constantly tap dancing on her bladder. Her shoes no longer fit and her hormones were making her hair grow miles by the day.
“You look miserable.” Steve observed from where he was making pasta salad in the kitchen. She’d been craving cold things, but also carbs and tangy, and the only way he could trick her into eating vegetables was to mix it up with pasta and dressing. She glared at him out of the corner of her eye, refusing to move since she had finally, finally, found a comfortable position on the recliner.
“You try building a human and tell me how you feel!” she snapped, though she rubbed her belly thoughtfully. The baby was curled up with her back to the outside world, and the gentle touch seemed to soothe her. “No offense, Bonnie.” she murmured quietly.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Steve said, his voice mollifying as he brought over a bowl of food. She sighed in relief and balanced it on her belly, feeling the chill through her skin. The cold also helped the kid remember to stay in her lane.
“Seriously. This kid can come out any time she’s ready.” Q remarked, poking at her belly twice. The baby, obviously the product of her and Steve, punched her spleen once in retaliation. “Say it to my face, kid.” she said.
“Two more weeks. Then she’ll be safe to come out.” Steve said, kissing Q’s forehead and going to sit on the couch. They didn’t eat at the dinner table anymore; the living room was the only place where she could get comfortable. The baby turned, giving Q a queasy feeling for a moment, before settling back down. The attitude!
“Oh, I think she’ll be just fine.” she said, finally tucking into her supper.
@captdnvrs is one of the sweetest and most supportive people I have met. She also has this habit of making me fact my fears (like meeting someone from Tumblr in real life...or posting a Marvel fic...of making headcanons.) Also, she is a fabulous author and her graphics make me envious! haha.
@darkwolf76 again, one of the most supportive people I know. She has always been there for me through any struggle and is always super supportive. And she writes so wonderfully. Can’t say enough good things about her! :)
@captdnvrs You’re a trooper for making it through “Headaches” and you totally didn’t have to! I desperately need to dive into Q’s fic, but here’s a little doodle of her in the meantime! <3
OMG OMG OKAY (IM GONNA ANSWER YOUR OTHER ASK I PROMISE IM SO SLOW) Okay but my new oc Rebecca is for the show Bodyguard. I’m still planning out everything but she’s part of the protection command. Along with the main dude, David, they both are assigned to protect a political figure. They’ve been friends for a few years and everything they experience on this job just kinda fucks them up but it brings them close to each other. That’s all I can say for now it’s very bland IM SORRY but I’m hoping to get a gifset up soon!
B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
Some of the family drama of my characters is based off actual arguments and stuff my family has had but I promise my fics would be so boring if I inspired them after my personal life like all I do is sit and cry over fictional characters.
O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?
Characters 100%. I know that’s probably bad but sometimes characters write themselves. I can sit and plan a story and then write it and it turns out completely different because my characters just don’t work with the idea.
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
So so many! She’s gonna think this is cheesy but @freakingbradleys is literally the reason I write fanfic. I fell in love with her old Teen Wolf books and decided to try writing one for myself and the rest is history (and my TW fics have long since been deleted). Every one on this site is so freaking talented. I don’t want to start tagging just because I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings if I miss anyone but I’m so inspired by everyone on here and their love for their little plot babies.
Y: A character you want to protect.
I will protect Sophia Benjamin with my life. I’m pretty bad at it because I’ve plotted some stuff for her, but I love her so much!
mucky + queve + S/he won’t stop crying, I don’t know what to do.
Become a mother, they said. It’s a joy, they said.
Q was feeling anything but joy right now, laying on top of her sheets and curled into a little ball. Her entire body still hurt, Steve was gone to get a giant load of groceries, and the baby wouldn’t! Stop! Crying!
“Bon, we talked about this.” she said, her voice tired and defeated. Bonnie continued to wail like she was dying, her screams so sharp it felt like ice picks in Q’s ears. “Bonnie! Stop! Please!”
Luckily, her insane ramblings towards the infant were interrupted by the front door opening. But instead of hearing the sound of grocery bags, she just heard footsteps as someone came up the stairs. Did Steve end up not getting groceries? Anger flared in her immediately, and she knew it was just because of the hormones, but she couldn’t help but think about his promise for soup and bread.
“Oh, darling,” Mika said, stepping into the bedroom. She used the affectionate Romanian pet name that she usually reserved for when she was drunk, and Q assumed she was talking to the baby. The anger lowered to a simmer; the baby may be suffering, but so was she!
“She won’t stop crying, I don’t know what to do.” she said, close to tears herself. She expected Mika to go to the crib, but instead she knelt in front of the bed so that they were eye to eye.
“I’ll let you in on a secret. Sometimes they just like to hear themselves talk.” she said. She paused for a second, listening. “Though by my guess, she’s hungry.”
“That’s what I thought. But we’re out of formula and I...my body isn’t cooperating.” Q said, ashamed that she couldn’t even feed her own child. But Mika just smoothed her hair back and held up a bag.
“Steve called. Asked exactly how different formulas were. Luckily, we have plenty while he drives across town for the correct one.” she said. She pulled out a ready made bottle, and for the first time in over an hour, Q thought maybe things could turn out okay. Mika went to the crib and picked up the baby, who continued to cry as if she’d just stabbed her. “Oh, I know. Your life is so hard. We have it so easy compared to you. I know.” Mika said, rocking her gently and humming an off-key lullaby. For a moment Q froze, but then felt better when she kept crying. “Go on, sit up.” Mika told her, and though she moved slowly, she listened.
“Oh no, I don’t-” she started to say that she was perfectly fine with Mika holding her, but the other woman settled the bundle of blankets in her arms before she could finish. The bottle of formula appeared in her hand, and a moment later, Bonnie was sucking it down like her life depended on it. The house was finally, blissfully quiet. “Thank God, Meeks.” Q sighed, leaning her head against the headboard.
“You haven’t been eating enough.” she said in a mothering tone, pulling out more containers - this time, with adult food.
“I’m okay, really-” again, she tried to play it off, even though she was suddenly starving. Mika shook her head, effectively silencing her.
“No, trust me. Adrian I was fine, but with Emi it was a lot tougher. I stopped eating for a minute and everything else stopped too.” she explained, opening a container to show Q’s favorite chocolate chip cookies. “Eat. You can’t take care of her unless you take care of yourself.”
Q could feel her eyes welling, whether it was from the kindness or the fatigue or the hormones, she didn’t know. Either way, she accepted a cookie as gracefully as she could with tears coursing down her cheeks. But hey, at least she didn’t cry as loud as the infant.
