Summary: Desperately needing a relaxation day, the Reader is faced with her biggest fear, but don’t fret! Peter is there to save the day.
Word Count: 913 (sorry, it’s short)
Warnings: language, fears, spiders, razors, spa day, tears, fluff, and fluff, caring Peter, more fluff. (Let me know if I missed any).
A/N: Here’s part 2 of my Fears Series! I whipped this out so fast, I surprised myself. These fics are flying out left and right, guys. I cannot stop myself. I know this is short, but I didn’t really know how to make this very long, so hopefully this fulfills your Peter lovin’ needs! Enjoy reading and as always, feedback is appreciated. (p.s. can I have someone to kiss my nose like that pls holy frick ??)
At least once a week you’d try and dedicate a relaxation day for yourself after a hard week of being an Avenger and all.
This week, that day landed on Friday.
During this time, you usually wait to get home from school, a mission, or some other nonsense, to you begin your ritual.
After eating some delicious dinner Vision and Wanda had made for the whole team, you say your goodnights and headed off towards your quarters in the tower.
Making sure you prepared beforehand, you reach your bathroom with everything you needed sprawled out.
Face masks, body scrubs, hair masks, tweezers, nail polish, you name it.
By golly, you’ve been waiting for this day all week and you were definitely going to treat yourself, no matter what got in your way.
Many strong girls have similar stories: They were socially isolated and lonely in adolescence. Smart girls are often the girls most rejected by peers. Their strength is a threat and they are punished for being different. Girls who are unattractive or who don’t worry about their appearance are scorned. This isolation is often a blessing because it allows girls to develop a strong sense of self. Girls who are isolated emerge from adolescence more independent and self-sufficient than girls who have been accepted by others.
Strong girls may protect themselves by being quiet and guarded so that their rebellion is known by only a few trusted others. They may be cranky and irascible and keep critics at a distance so that only people who love them know what they are up to. They may have the knack of shrugging off the opinions of others or they may use humor to deflect the hostility that comes their way.
Mary Pipher, Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls
Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
Hey so this is a really long shot but my cat is lost. I depend on her for so much. She’s the living embodiment of my fight for mental stability, I adopted her exactly a year after I was released from the hospital after threatening suicide. She means so much to me and she’s lost because my dad let her out of the house when she was annoying him. I live in Plymouth Minnesota. It’s cold as fuck here and it’s supposed to snow tonight. Please try to get the word around.
In case you’ve forgotten, you are REDEEMED. You are FORGIVEN. You are anointed with the precious hands of Jesus. You are LOVED. Satan has no say and no power over you because God has claimed you and spoken life into your dead soul. You are HIS. Believe it, sweet child of the King. You are not alone and you never will be.
I just heard about what’s happening in Aleppo. I don’t know a lot because I’ve seen very little media coverage of it, but I do know innocent people are being executed in their own homes. I don’t know which side is executing them, but whether it’s the government or the rebels, people are still being MURDERED. Innocent people. Women and children. Their bodies are on the streets. People are filming the horrors in their city, sending out final goodbyes on twitter.
I normally try to keep my blog as free of politics and sensitive subjects as I can because I do not have the resources to get into a debate with people that might not agree with me, but I cannot stay mute on this.
This is a crime against humanity. It’s mass murder. It’s inhuman. Aleppo is falling right in front of our eyes, every second of it documented as evidence. This is a genocide, broadcasted for the entire world to see.
I thought “never again”. I thought “we learned”. But it’s happening again, and this time the victims are filming their own downfall.
I don’t know if there’s anything I can do to help. I feel lost and numb and incredibly frustrated. Please, if anyone who’s reading this knows what I can do, let me know.
My thoughts are scattered. I’m trying to find the right words, but I can’t form any proper sentences.
God is never early , God is never late, God is ALWAYS on Time! God’s timing and our timing are different. He sees the big picture, He knows best. God knows the perfect time to bring to us what we need or ask. God’s timing is worth the wait.