#maeve threads.

[motleyscrew]

“there’s literally no reason for you to freak out like this. it’s completely fine. i’m completely fine.” maybe if she insists enough, they’ll leave it alone. maeve winces and looks up at the other. “whatever, just - just please don’t tell dad.”

open for foggy and maeve friends!

[motleyscrew]

“hey, dad,” maeve doesn’t look up from her laptop screen - she has a bio lab due at midnight, so she might be working on that instead of doing her job, but who’s to say? - until he doesn’t respond. she glances up and her expression changes immediately to one of concern, “oh, peter - hey. are - are you looking for my dad? he’s just getting coffee, he’ll be back in like two minutes.” she knows peter from chemistry (and of course, from the fact that he’s been outed as spider-man, and possibly a criminal?), and had been sort of aware that her dad and uncle were defending him in court. “how, uh, how are you doing? you can sit down, if you want.”

@sensesdialed​ // !!!!

[motleyscrew]

“aunt karen,” maeve’s standing outside the door to her apartment in a dirtied hoodie, hood pulled up, hands fidgeting with the hems of her sleeves. her eyes dart from side to side as if looking for someone, before they train back on karen’s face. there’s a dried trail of blood beneath her nose. “i messed up. i tried to do something and i messed up. can you please help me clean up?” 

@agecfmiracles​ // yeet!

[motleyscrew]

this is bad, bad, bad. maeve is in way over her head. sixteen is not old enough to be taking on the bad guys of hell’s kitchen, but - frank does it all the time, and she can’t just walk past someone getting mugged without at least trying to help. the woman was able to collect her purse and escape, at the expense of maeve being backed into a corner and battered to high hell. she’s trying to keep her hands up like frank taught her, but it feels impossible. she hears someone drop heavy into the alleyway and her attacker turns to look, and maeve catches a glimpse over his shoulder - the devil himself. she puts as much distance as she can between herself and the mugger, wiping under her nose and smearing blood across her cheek. “not so brave now that company’s here, huh?” she mutters.

@devilknown discussed an idea!

[motleyscrew]

“i feel like this looks stupid.” maeve sighs, stepping hesitantly in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room and letting out a groan. “yep, definitely looks stupid. i can’t find anything that looks good.” she throws open the curtain and crosses her arms over the small part of her stomach that’s exposed. “who thought crop tops were a good idea? can i wear sweatpants to a party, is that a thing?” 

@agecfmiracles // half discussed starter!