#anyway and okay so we have the same dad whatever WE GOT THE SAME GRANDMA? WHAT THE FUCK.

[lilgynt]

met my half sister very weird experience but still losing my mind that grown ass women calls my dad dad were SIBLINGS

#personal #she also said something so transphobic randomly my MOM gave her side eye #like overall nice meeting her #definitely fucking weird #especially bc apparently i’m her twin like enough that she was visibly shocked seeing me #i don’t see it and have yet to ask my brother #not what i expected from childhood stories also properly learned her name like two days ago #but also definitely my dads child. like she said some things and i was like yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. #very affectionate but also. idk. #she spent most the trip hanging out and talking with my mom while not in the hospital which also weird bc #mom you throw out any letter she sends half sister you send said letters ignoring that my mom uses her maiden name #but soooo weird my mom was talking about our grandmother #also so weird. so weird they’re so close in age. girl why is my sister ur peer. #anyway and okay so we have the same dad whatever WE GOT THE SAME GRANDMA? WHAT THE FUCK. #it’s just weird like oh my god on a family tree we’d be in the same area oh my GOD. what. what.

[saturnaous]

hi. your turn. what if you talked about your ocs teehee. stares at you with sparkly eyes

ooohhhh. ohhhhhhh. hooohoohooohhh. you messed up. you messed up big time. I'm on my computer now and you have to bare this hellstorm you brought up. hoohhhh

okay first we're going over Morble. because he's been on my mind lately teehee.

okay where are my pictures of him hold on. hold ond

marby mooby mamb. . .

okay so he's three years old now. I have to say that. I made him a few days before my birthday. it's horrible. we were similar ages now I'm OLD and he's also a lot older now but at the same time he's NOT. why are you in sixth grade still marbs. why.

anyways. He was made after another spurt of my enjoyment of The Weekly Roll on webtoon; it's a dungeons and dragons type webtoon, Morble is inspired by Sir Becket(he's now Lord Becket. good for you Becket). Becket's a Paladin, Morble's a Paladin. I dunno. It's neat.

that's not the neatest part about Morble though! You see. He's from a modernish dnd-like world. so uhm. basically he's kinda boring. besides being like an orphan or whatever. wait no before I move on to other bits I'm just gonna go in order of what happens.

Morble's basically just a little guy. he's just a fella. uh. he has a brother and HAD. two parents OH ACTULLY I RELALY LIKE HIS PARENTS HOLD ON I HAVE DRAWINGS OF THEM.

Katty and Mavrick. I like them a lot. these are them at maybe like early to mid twenties? around the time they got together(they went to the same highschool but met in collage and really connected at that point. they're so awesome together). they are SO neat to me.

Kat is a nice lady; she's like 6'1 and has a real hearty laugh. She's so sweet and so cool I love her so much. Mavrick is fucking deranged. He's an absolutely spunky ball of chaotic energy. He has no self preservation skill and is just an absolute goober. He's great. Everytime I imagine these two I just think of the rabbits with the "rabbit obsessed with his giant girlfriend who's 4x times his size" because he IS. They are looking at eachother thinking "I love my wife". Marvrick you are so wife. it doesn't help that he took her last name. Katty and Maverick Moor. . .

Kat was a firefighter for the longest time. Mav was a chaotic fencer and fence instructor. he's stupid with it though. His ass didn't like wearing protective gear half the time because of his confidence and lack of preservation skills. He died of a collapsed lung oneday when Morble was about nine.

teehee. mav's a little fabric guy tho. he knits. he sews. he embroiders. uhhhmmm. In that second image of Morble up here with the purple background! He's wearing a red cloak! Maverick made it for him and was gonna give it to him for his birthday. neat. obviously he couldn't. Kat gave it to him because. Well. Yeah.

Morble had a hard time with his dad being dead. I mean. what's a 9 year old supposed to do when your dad dies. it kinda sucks. Kat was going over some family history and going through some old heirlooms and stuff. The Moor's are from a pretty long line of Paladins spanding at least 500 years back(heehoo. hold onto that information). Turns out! There's also a great helm made by one of these Paladins from 500 years ago. Katty pulled it out of storage or whatever and gave it to Morble because he thought he might like it. Because it's neat. Morble loved it. literally has never taken it off.

A couple months after Mav died, Kat died while on the job. kinda fucked up. It's totally my fault for that but. Morble doesn't have to know that. But sucks for him. his brother too but he's a 4yo he doesn't really. know what's happening. but still sucks.

Morble and his brother move in with their grandma and stepgrandma. I don't have anything on them. but yeah.

Fastforward when Morble's 12. bc they had to move they're in a new school and stuff. nobody knows about dead parents or any symbolism in anything. yeah. he's kinda bullied but he just kinda shrugs it off. he's not that kind of guy.

anyways. now we're getting tot he fun parts. Morble walks from school to his grandma's apartment. there's a neat little field kinda inbetween the walk. onepoint Morble noticed a little glimmer near one of the super old trees over there. dunno how he caught it but he did(plot reasonings are why). anwyays.

morble goes over. turns out it's a neat little ring. he grabs it.

BOOM. he fucked up. the ring is magic. he gets swallowed up into some weird current thing the only way I've thought about what it's like is. basically imagine the sky is a giant fuckingthing of water and you can't breathe. it feels like drowning.

once he gets oout of it and recovers from the drowning feeling or whatever. he's like. where the hell am I. Because it's completely different from where he just was. which was like a dewy day or whatever. right now he's in super tall fields with grass and shit.

well. heehoo. yk how I said paladins go back about 500 years in his family? well. heehoo. heehoo. guess what.

Magic ring was really fucking magic and wahoo! Time traveling. I know. Wild. I don't know what I was thinking when I made him do that but it's integral to his character now so I can't change it.

Turns out. there's a little Party down a head from the road he got spat out right next to. turns out. hoo boy. The paladin in the party is an ancestor of Morble's. Got the same helm and everything. turns out he's the guy who MADE the helm actually. His name is Hearth. Hearth Moor. he's pretty cool.

about. uhhh. I dunno maybe 10 years go by? yeah Morble basically gets situated to being 500 years offset from his actual timeline. he's been looking for a way to get back for the entire time but. there hasn't been much luck. so he's just chillin.

he's 22 at this point. He sticks with Hearth and the whole party which I only vaugely got. then they go to fight a red dragon for some reason. no biggie.

hearth fucking gets clobbered and dies. which sucks. they retreat. then morble has the bright idea of well. I'm gonna go fight this dragon myself and WIN. avenge him or whatever. like an idiot. you remember how your dad died, right, morby? you little fucker.

anyways.he goes and fights this dragon. and somehow! for whatever reason! motherfucker wins. chops off his head and brings it back into town. he almost died tho. bro's bleeding like all hell. so yeah he has to spend some time being not fucking dead.

okay you know how I did that serval vs brown tabby poll yesterday. well. that was on our next character, Coraline.

coraline. the baddie. she's so cool.

she's a serval now btw. the poll said so and I was digigng the design more than the brown tabby. anyways.

She's a bard! She's working at the tavern the party was staying at. She basically became Morble's nurse because. because. she'd sing him songs and shit. Her voice claim is actually. uhhhhhhh. The son Rich by Cosmo Sheldrake and the other person that worked on it. yeah.

Coraline joins the party whenever they get back on their feet. The Tavern keeps the dragons head because Morble said they could. They go from 'The Hollow Tavern' to 'The Hollow Dragon's Tavern'. p neat.

uh. yeah. Next two years Coraline and Morble get kinda close. they like eachother but Morble's fucking stupid. he's a shy little himbo. what a goober.

that's basically all I got on canon for him tbh. I like to twirl him around in my head. I have one pathway where Marby finds a way to go back to his timeline. when he's 12. he was missing for about two months tho. 12 years turned into 12 weeks. yeah. sucked for everyone around them. but mostly morble because he's now 24 in a scrawny 12 yearold's body and going to 6thgrade classes. and everybody thinks he's 12 and doesn't know where he's been for like two months and he won't tell anyone because nobody would believe him if he shrugged and said Yeahhh I picked up a magic ring and I was stuck 500 years ago for 12 years! No biggie!! yeah. Morble just kinda goes about like tho after that and becomes a highschool history teacher and works at the local museum. he's really neat. He also is super funky when it comes to his classroom decorations because he has a wall of swords and an entire replica of the suit of heavy armor he used to wear. he's also deranged and under his clothes and leather jacket he has like. jackchains, chainmail(lining his jacket), greaves, and. I think something else but I forgot what. he's wild. I just really like to put him in the salad spinner of my head and think about him with things teehee. twirls hair kicks feet.

yeah. you fucked up with this ask tho. I have more. I'm talking about Harry now. maybe Kinglen if I feel like it. let me get my things fo harry.

this be harry. harry hearthorn. I'm obsessed with him. he's so fucking funny. you'll have to excuse the things of Alphonse and stuff in that last one. I'm gonna be using. him for dnd <3

I love Harry. He's from a military type country or whatever. it's. it's not the best. they're like. I don't know how to describe it. think of amestris but less "we wanna take over the world" and more "we like war and we want more" or whatever. you understand. it's a weird one.

there's like three main branches of jobs. military, research and development slash the sciences, and basically 'entertainment'. entertainers are literally just everything that doesn't fall into the other catagories. these are like artists and show runners and broadcasters and radio hosts and other things of the sort.

school works in this place by being 12 years just like 'merican schools(EAGLE SCREECH GUNSHOTS FIREWORKS). but the first 8 you are just doing general stuff. the 9 and 10th are for pinning down what branch you're going into. and 11 and 12 are getting experience in your field. this is mainly getting mentorships and other stuff, witht he execption of the military branch

Military only has one place to go. If you're going into the military at 16, you're goign STRAIGHT To tht emilitary at 16.

Harry's mom was in the R&D branch, Harry's dad was in the military. they met at a bar. they're funny. both bisexual which is REALLY funny because Harriet is ALSO bisexual and Harry is bicurious-aspec. harry's mom is 6'1 btw. Harry's 6'5. justlittle stuff. I think I named her Maria. his dad is named Henry.

anyways. Harry and Harriet., they are siblings. Harriet is two years older than Harry. though it's funny bc their full names are Harrison and Harriet. but. Harriet is Harry. And Harrison is Harriet. they had a sense of humor.

ATM harry is 31. Harriet is 33 and a senior broadcaster at one of the shownetworks or whatever. Maria is retired. Henry died while on duty when Harry and Harriet were lke 12 and 14.

anyways. Harry wanted to go into the science or military branches. like his parents. His scores were leaning more to being althetic and shit so he got put into the military. he's been there like. ever since. he barely goes home bc he feels no need and because there's an active war(a really long one. . . neither side will stop. . . they really like war) and he just. didn't feel the need. but they forced him to go home a few times when he got like. shot and stabbed and stuff. yeah he's a g like that. did I mention he's a first lieutenant btw. he's a first lieutenant bc I said so.

anyways. his downfall is when onetime. after making a bad call sends the part of his platoon he's with through a part of whereever they are. one fo the younger guys. steps on a landmine. out of like, 14 soliders, only three of them survive. harry, someone else who was closer to the mine, and a younger one that was farther away and practically unscathed. Harry lost his leg and most of his hearing in his right ear and all of it in his left. teehee

anyways. after his main amount of recovery. he's still in the military but they don't put him on any active duty despite him BEGGING for it. because of the PTSD mainly and because he's depressed as fuck secondarly. yeah. basically it sucks for him really bad. he gets put on staff duty indefinetly. also I have to mention Harry fucks. severially. I mentioned that he's aspec. like. arospec. he is not acespec. he fucks.

anyways. basically he's depressed as fuck because. he accidently killed a bunch of guys and ptsd is kicking his ass. he tries to drink his worries away and doesn't care about what kind of trouble he gets into with the drinking and getting caught with girls and stuff. he gets put onto suicide watch after an incident with a lower ranking guy. yeah.

at that point they decide the best option is to just. give him an honorable discharge. so they do that. Harry has to move in with his mom and sister. he does that. everything sucks for him. yeah

at some point after his birthday he decides well. this fucking sucks. I hate this. I'm leaving. he grabs like his old uniform, and money, and a pack, and a pack of smokes and just. hitchhikes. out of the country. without fucking telling anyone. he calls Harriet and his mom after he's out of the country like "heyyy. I'm. I'm out west or whatever. gonna. figure something out here." and they're like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MAN. WHAT THE HELL. but he writes them letters and calls them ebcause they can't really do jack about it. yeah

so. basically he's just hitchhiking till he gets to another country. which he does and then basically he tried to do some freelance work or something. then he finds a little group who are gonna basically take down the government. I dunno that's where the campaign is gonna start methinks. Harry might get himself a funny little dragonborn boyfriend. yeah. okay I have to shower and. actually do stuff teehee I rolls out of bed and went straight to my puter to talk about these guys. so teehe. I'm so hungry I need water.

OH OH HOLD ON. uhhmmm here's old art of morble. spannign from 3 years ago to a couple months ago. teehee

neat. the third one is the very very VERY first thing I did of him ever in existance. second one is one I did and the first one is a redraw from months later. the last one is me just doodling him months ago and pinning down his design again. I changed his helm bc it made no sense.

OKAY I’M GOING I’M GOING FALLS TO THE FLOOR AND ROLLS AWAY LIKE A LOG

#from the pouch #asks #ocs #my ocs #oc art #yeah sure that's good. teehee. prances away #I might actually come back witha reblog or two and talk about my other guys but my mom might yell at me if I don't shower now so buhbye #this got really sloppy but IDC IDC #OKAY BYE

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Flake's podcast - Talking / Reden

podcast 2023-04-11

Flake's topic this month is talking, and as talking takes up 70% of the time Rammstein spend together (or something to that extend was mentioned in a making of) (Pussy?), i had secretly hoped Flake would have fellow chat-enthusiast Paul as a guest this time but that didn't happen 😄

Flake right at the start explains his topic, he is of the opinion that no wars, violence, murder etc would happen if people would just talk to eachother. He gives an example (doing both persons), and because it's typical Flake-speak (which i ❤️) so i'll try to translate somewhat literally):

"Hi"

"Hi"

"Sooo....what are you?"

"Well, I believe so and so.."

"Oh, interesting, i believe this and that...and do you have a God?"

"Yeah, we do, but not a guy with a white beard.."

"Ah okay, yeah that would be silly.."

"And here with you?"

"Yeah we have something similar.."

"Oh, how nice.."

"Say..i heard you have this Paradise..do you believe in that?"

"Well, to be honest..not really, but i always think: you imagine something nice, and if it turns out it isn't, at least you had the fun of looking forward to it...and you guys, with those 40 virgins? Where are those supposed to come from?"

"Well yeah...i thought about that too, and well, you know...it can't hurt to wait and see...and maybe by that time i'm old anyway...and then with all those virgins.."

Can't you just imagine a Rammstein bandpractics going exactly like this 😊🥰

Anyway, for a podcast about talking, Flake actually doesn't tell many stories at all unfortunately. A quick mention of his dad at 1h07 when playing Daliah Lavi. Describing himself at 0h13 "Ich denke nicht nach, ich Plappere nur" (I don't think, i just chatter). At 0h46 mentioning the Rammstein technicians who talk tech-talk all day. But no longer stories from those..

Only one slightly longer childhood anecdote at 1h04 of young Flake listening to the radio before school, with his taperecorder at hand to record stuff he liked (i used to do the same, that was the time when you never knew if a song that was played would be played again...ever...i remember hearing a tiny snippet of a song once and managed to record only 10 seconds of it, and i never ever heard it again...until recently i found one of those 'guess your tune' website and when i hummed the few bits i knew, the website actually got to the right song 🤩 but okay...enough about me 😄). This one time Flake recorded a band who played Yiddish songs, because he thought this music was so moving. He played it for his parents that evening, and his mum asked Flake's grandmother, who could travel to 'the west' to buy an album for them. But the recordstore at the Kurfürstendam didn't have it and grandma got a record catalogue instead and that became Flake's favorite book. He read it many times and imagined which records he would buy if he could. The song he plays after that is the one he heard back then "Zog nit Keynmol" 🥰

After talking a bit more about how people should talke more, at 0h33 Flake realises that sometimes it's better not to say something, because when you say something nasty ('Wat Fieset' a phrase Paul also likes to use on occassion), you can never take it back. What is said is said. When you crossed a line in saying something nasty like "you're just like your mother" (Flake chuckles 😊), it's out there. So either say nothing, or something nice. 🌺

Music wise we *don't* have Die Ärzte this time, but we do have a Rammstein song: Du Hast at 1h36. This is about asking people things that are making them uncomfortable and have difficulty answering ("Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab' nichts gesagt", you asked me and i didn't answer). After the song Flake gives us his interpretation of the song: Do you tell your partner when you've cheated.. Flake thinks (after some consideration) it's always better to tell, at least that way your wife hears it from you and not through someone else. But whatever you do, if you cheated, don't out of a guilty conscience buy a big bouquet of roses for your wife, because all women are smart enough to see through that 🌺

Some other songs with a little something worth mentioning: at 0h05 Olaf Schubert with a dialog between a man and a woman in which Olaf does both parts. Olaf currently stars in a new movie 'Olaf Jagger' and Flake has a cameo in that movie 😊. At 0h29 another of Flake's favorite Berlin bands 'Icke und Er', and at 0h57 Shaban & Käptn Peng with 'Sie mögen sich'. Käptn Peng's real name is Robert Gwisdek and Rammstein fans may recognise that name, because he is the director of two recent Rammstein videos: 'Zeit' and 'Angst'.

At the end (1h51) Flake says goodbye, concludes that talking is good, because he has been talking the whole time and nothing bad happened to him 😊 Flake thinks everyone should try it, he knows people who haven't talked to their family in 8 years because someone once said something nasty, but Flake thinks you can make life difficult for yourself that way, when you could also just call them on the phone, have a little chat, whether it's kids, parents, grandparents, brothers-in-law, relatives, or uh..bandmembers huh-huh (Flake chuckles 😄)

It's the end of the show, but Flake will still be talking and so should you 🌺

🎹

More of my takes on Flake's podcasts

#flake's podcast #des tastenfickers podcast #flake lorenz #rammstein

[brunchable]

Mini Story Moodboard + Preview

"Look at you all grown up. It's so lovely to have you here darling. How's your mother?"

The 13-year-old girl shrugged, her cheeks cupped in between her grandmother's palms, "Annoying but she's doing well."

Her grandmother smiled as she admired the carbon copy of her daughter when she was a child, "The similarity between you is so uncanny."

The young girl scowled at the older woman's comment, making her grandma laugh, "So where will I be sleeping?"

"Your Mother's old room. I've cleaned it but I left everything back to where it is—she doesn't like it when people touch her things."

"Huh." Sasha chuckled. How ironic. She thought.

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

"Make yourself feel at home. I'll call you down when dinner’s ready." Her grandmother smiled and shuts the door. Sasha plops her bags on the floor and allowed herself to fall backwards on her mother's old bed.

This is going to be one boring summer. She sighed and rolled to her side, now facing a white wooden study desk with books neatly stacked on the side. Her eyes pan towards the shelving above, the stem of the A5 books had 365 written on it—all pastel colored. Journals.

She got up abruply and swiped what she assumed was the first volume of her mother's diaries. The front had a warning—which was written in her mother's hand writing—it said: Private! DO NOT READ!

"Pft. What are you going to do Mom? Ground me?" She chuckled and proceeded to open the journal.

June 13 1999

I finally persuaded Mom and Dad that I will be studying art in college however, they won't be paying for it since they don't consider it as a real career—It’s ironic since they love going to art museums? It just doesn't make sense! But whatever, I got a job at the local florist anyway. Either I'll save money or I would have to work hard on creating art and get a scholarship.

It's also been a week since the new neighbors moved in, a family of five, they call themselves Strange—no literally, that's their names. Eugene and Beverly, the parents and then there's Stephen, Donna and Victor. Donna's very lovely and the same age as me, we instantly clicked when we met, we share the same interest and aspirations—maybe we could even go to college together.

Her older brother Stephen though, he's kind of intimidating, the third time Donna invited me for dinner. . . he kept staring at me—or maybe I'm just imagining it. According to Dad, he looks like trouble and though Dad thinks his parents are nice people, he's already given me a warning to steer clear from him. . . but we don't even talk. . .so. . . Yeah. . . But I won't judge a book by its cover. . . Okay, maybe I think he's a little, very attractive—but there's nothing wrong with admiring right?

#stephen strange #doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x you #benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch imagine #dr strange x reader

[mybodypaystheprice]

Been thinking about how accepting my family has been of me being trans and how lucky I am. It’s been 5 years since I first came out/got outed. 4 years since I started a T. It’s been a little rocky. My parents told more people than I was comfortable with at first, but also didn’t tell some people that I really wished they did. My mom still doesn’t understand why I bind at home (as if gender is just a performance and not that it actually makes me just feel better) and is not super happy about the prospect of my top surgery. It’s been several years since they’ve ever slipped on my pronouns or name, kind of hard to now honestly, deep voice and all. But I can’t help but feel they don’t really see me as their son. My mom refers to my sister as “my daughter” and my brother as “my son” but to me as “my youngest”. Very often my parents use neutral language for me. I don’t know if I’m entirely “a man” whatever that means, I’m fairly gnc and enjoy neutral and feminine descriptors sometimes, so it doesn’t hurt me as much as annoy considering they should only know me as trans man. I know that’s weird and contradictory, but identity is weird. I like neutral and masculine terms, but when people use exclusively neutral language, especially if it starts the when they find out I’m trans, then it feels like misgendering. What’s been most surprising is how accepting my extended family has been. My dads family, has been so nice, especially considering where they’re from. My Grandma even called me to ask what name I wanted in her will (sad I know, but she’s old and this felt sweet). Had to tell her to use my legal name for now. She hit head two years ago and has been having some problems, she calls me variants of male names that starts with the same letter. It’s kind of funny and sad and sweet. My moms parents have also been kind. My grandma is actually a biologist and when I told them I was trans, I got, in broken English “we are science people, we understand this phenomenon”. And they just don’t talk about it now, it’s just how it is. Anyways, I didn’t sleep, this is some nostalgic ramble. Not trying to brag that I have an accepting family for those that don’t. Just need to reflect a little and express gratitude. My home life is far from okay still.

#thanks for reading #if you actually did #mbptp rambles

[killstreak-kritzkrieg]

Alright so I’m back from my trip

No I didn’t mention I was going on this trip anywhere because I was prepared to bite the bullet, go, hate it, and then go the rest of my life not remembering it. And that was exactly the experience I got.

My dad just… drives me nuts. I don’t know how he does it, he gets an idea in his head and it MUST be executed immediately. Yes, he has a raging case of ADHD, and that isn’t in itself a problem. It’s just that he somehow seems to have an endless stream of energy to do whatever the fuck he wants, and he expects everyone to be able to match that energy. You can not say no to this guy, if he wants you to go somewhere with him, nothing short of DYING will ever convince him that you can’t go or just don’t want to go. His own brother broke his leg once and he berated him for not being available to hang out and do stuff.

Like… it’s nice that he wants to hang out. It is really nice, a lot of fathers don’t bother, and I don’t want to take that forgranted. But the things he always wants to do always involves large crowds and loud noises and things being extremely far away and expensive and stressful. To always be on the move or cramped up in a car for several hours at a time. It’s not the kind of thing I want- I would really seriously rather go to one of the local museums or something quieter and less crowded. But no, lol, he’s never going to meet a celebrity at a museum of course, and that’s all he wants. He wants to get buddy-buddy with celebrities so he could brag and make money. The only reason he ever talks to anyone is to forward his ability to make loads of cash off of the people he meets. And it works.

And he repeatedly tells me and my sister that it’s so cool to have a dad we could brag about. But I have never bragged about him.

Anyways, he invited us to go see a death metal band he is investing his time and money into, for his birthday. I repeatedly told him I don’t like death metal and I’m uninterested in going, and he just kept sharing songs that sounded exactly the same and asking if I liked that instead. This guy literally got jealous of my mom actually listening to what I wanted (getting tickets to a metal band I actually liked who was playing in a city 1 1/2 hours away) and guilted and coerced me into going on a dumb 3 day trip to get basically mindraped by sensory overload for 3 hours and get stuck into a car for almost 20 hours round-trip, and then tell me how much fun I had. I am incapable of sleeping in a car or in a hotel by the way.

And he complains to me about how people don’t actually like him 🙄 okay

My sister liked the trip, that’s all well and good. I’m glad she had fun, I just wish I didn’t have to go- he also dragged our grandma to come along too, and you can imagine how thrilled she was about listening to death metal (she had literally stuffed napkins into her ears).

anyways, i’m fucking tired

#rape cw #(no one was assaulted i just got angry describing a frustrating and stressful experience)

[moodiest-moon-jelly]

Nah okay so I was not good for a good while over possibly seeing my dad for Christmas Eve for a stupid get together because my last living grandparent has cancer.. Is actively dying.. So I should see her right? Ya! I was doing my best to suck it up for 10 minutes so I can give her gifts talk to her and what not and then leave. Because I simply.. Don't want a relationship with my dad.

Well huge misunderstanding happened. Grandma is in the hospital (found out Friday). My dad is apparently shit communicator. Makes my sister thinks she is bout to die by the way he worded the text. We all last minute visit. Brother tells me I'm wrong when we meet up for carpool its a huge fiasco we go anyways but I choose to drive alone in huge fear my dad is there because of the way they are talking.

Hes not. So stressful situation. Stressful drive to and through north Minneapolis. But at least I saw grandma. Whos in a heartbreaking state. Yes my other grandma had cancer and passed last year in December who I watched deteriorate and took care of.. It was just so different. A brain cancer. Verses now a mouth cancer whare her teeth and bottom jaw was missing. She was almost unrecognisable.

(Id like to state my dad didnt inform anyone for 4 days. She was there with COVID for 4 DAYS. And didnt think to say anything until he found out she might not be there for the party! My grandpa died of covid/pneumonia and grandma to cancer since covid started.. Just the audacity to not inform.)

Anyways. I got to see her. So I dont go to the party. Grandma is at the hospital anyway. Why go. Just to check out my step mom amd brother? I'm not that curious. Well I go to my moms to bring a the other gift for gma that didnt make sense to bring to a hospital. A candle. So my brother can bring it with him.

My brother who doesnt get my issues with our dad makes a comment about a gift from dad, if it want it brought home. I almost said no but my bro hates the toxic attitude so I said sure.

Later he comes back and deliberately tells me my dad said if I want the gift I need to go see him myself and claim it. I scoff. Funny. My older sister is in Arizona. I wonder if hes doing the same for her? I have a good 5 min of just a petty mindset. Eventually like whatever I didnt want it. I'm really only upset hes trying lure me to see him. Felt sick.

Later I ask my brother just tryimg to make convo. Be nice. "So what dad get you for christmas?" "Dad told me not to tell you. Cuz its similar too your gift." For some reason. This... This has been bothering me on a whole nother level. I'm. Peeved.. It's.. I can't express properly my emotions.

This just made me hate him more. And yes hate. I don't use that term lightly one people. But for him.. Oh. Ohoho... This lowered my respect for him and I didnt even realize it could happen on the holiday.

#shut up mel #sorry for the rant #anyway im trying to see grandma at the hospital tomorrow. #will likelu be my last time #i think if i see my dad ill go psycho

[airiat]

How was your job traumatizing you?

i was a mental health technician at an inpatient psych hospital for over a year, working with kids aged 12-17. it was a last resort kind of place in that they would take all the people with such severe behavioral issues that the other hospitals would refuse to admit them, chiefly manifesting in aggression. additionally, it was a hospital that takes kids under the care of dcfs, so there would be some who came from horrific backgrounds with a tremendous amount of trauma.

as a mht, i was responsible for meeting their basic needs, managing the milieu, and providing therapeutic programming for damn near 8 hours straight. nobody was with these kids for more time than the mhts were, yet we were the lowest on the totem pole. but i won't even talk about the shitty politics of that hospital.

if you're reading this and you've been in a hospital like this, and your experience still hurts you, i probably would stop reading here.

my own trauma was just simply spending a year around kids who mostly wanted nothing more than to be dead. i have had my own mental health issues, especially as a teenager, and i know that if i did not have as supportive of a family as i did, my outcome would have been just the same. it was knowing that, seeing them, knowing that all they probably needed was a family, and being able to do nothing much for them. it wears on you.

i've had some really good moments there. there are few other places where someone is going to be so boundlessly happy to see you walk through the door, who is going to tell you that you're their favorite person. nor are there many places where you can work and see directly what good your efforts are doing. i can sit there and tell a kid that yes you have been hurt in the past and people are cruel and dangerous sometimes but i will never, ever hurt you and i can be proof that you are deserving of kindness. i was a really, really good staff. i was. never, in my whole year, did i ever stop giving everything i had to those kids. but a year, in this job, is a very, very long time.

i've had some unfathomably difficult moments there. i was never the brunt of aggression, no. i mean, i was screamed at, sure. "you're a bitch", "you make me want to kill myself" (because i wouldn't let her into her room), "fuck you, stupid cunt." okay. whatever.

it's this:

i'm sitting on the floor of a hallway with this girl. she's been here five months because she is such a danger to herself that she can't go anywhere else. no one or nowhere will take her. she grabs plastic utensils and breaks them into pieces to hide in her bra to self-harm with later. we're sitting here. she's got a sliver of a spoon, and she's scraping at her arm, adding to skin that's more scabs and scars than untouched. she's sobbing because she has no home to go back to when she can finally leave. her mom died of an overdose, her dad's gone, her grandma is abusive. took a knife and cut her arms because "oh, so you wanna cut yourself now? here, i'll do it for you"

i can't make her stop hurting herself. she's not herself when she's like this. she's a cracked shell. if i try to get in her way, she'll hurt me, too. i'm sitting here with her. i'm trying to tell her that all we have to do is get through this moment. it won't last forever. i've had my hand on her shoulder for so long that i can't feel either thing anymore. there's a puddle of blood underneath her arm. with another scrape of the broken spoon, a chunk of skin falls into it. "i just want to go home." she's repeating it over and over. i'm sobbing too. i'll hear her pain for years and years. maybe i'll never stop hearing it.

anyway, i don't even really want to be a therapist anymore. it seems like it'd be futile. i'm tired. working this job has changed me irrevocably. but at least i'm really fucking good at public speaking now

thanks for allowing me a reason to type this all out

#my posts #personal

[bts-reveries]

expect the unexpected | 12

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“I’m so excited to see the kidssss,” you squeal. You got out of the car and ran straight to the front door. 

It was locked, of course. 

“Jin!” you called behind you. “Keys please!” You turn around with your hands out, palms facing up. He looks at you with his brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest.

“Help me with the luggages first,” he says, pointing to the trunk. “At least take the carry on full of oranges?” 

You roll your eyes, jokingly, skipping over to him and taking the bag of oranges. Specially for your daughter and Yoongi. You grab Jin’s carry on as well while he carries yours and his luggage. You close the trunk and start running to the door again.

“I still have the keys babe,” Jin says, pulling the luggages behind him as he walks towards you.

“Finally.”

The two of you turn to the door, which was now open thanks to--

“Taehyung,” you and Jin say at the same time, both confused.

“What are you doing--”

“Hey you’re home!” Hoseok interrupts Jin, throwing his arm over Taehyung’s shoulders.

“We’ve been waiting for you two, come on in,” Taehyung says, moving to the side to let you two inside. Your eyes widen as you hear the screams and giggles of not three but nine kids. Yeah... everyone was here. 

“Mommy! Daddy!” Soojin yells as soon as she sees you two come into the living room. You drop the bags you were holding to catch her as she was running into your arms. 

“Hey baby,” you say, peppering her cheeks with kisses. “I missed you! How was it with grandma and grandpa?”

“It was good,” she says in between giggles. Jin went straight to your shared room to put away the luggage. You two will be unloading it tonight once everyone’s gone of course. 

“I heard you had nightmares last night, is everything okay? You wanna sleep with us tonight?”

Soojin shakes her head, “I’m okay mommy. I can sleep in my room.” You smile and nod at her, she was such a brave little— big girl you mean.

“Did you get the oranges,” Soojin whispered as she had her little arms around your neck. You lean your forehead against hers.

“It’s in the bag behind me,” you say, making her eyes light up. Immediately, she runs to the carry on.

“Yo Yn, bring us back anything?” Jimin says, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Yuna comes up next to him, making the same expressions. You pointed to Soojin behind you, who was currently unzipping the bag.

“We have oranges,” you say, laughing as his expression drops. Yuna, on the other hand, got excited and rushed next to Soojin. 

“I love these oranges,” she says. “They’re so sweet, Mingyu loves them too.” Yuna turns around and yells out her son’s name. The next thing you know, a couple of pudgy feet start running towards you. Haneul and Moonji not far behind him.

“So how was the trip guys~ what did you two youngsters do,” Jungkook says, sitting on the arm of your couch, wrapping his arm around Rina’s head. 

“Jungkook,” she mumbles underneath his hand. He moved his hand a little lower, cupping her chin. He raises his eyebrows at you, twice.

“It was fun, the beach was great, the flower fields were beautiful~” You answered.

“And what else,” Jungkook asks, giving you a stupid smile. 

“And we slept a lot because we don’t get to do that often,” Jin says, diverting the attention elsewhere. “So anyways, tomorrow? 10 right?”

“In the morning, yes,” Taehyung says. Youngjae comes running to Taehyung, leaning over the arm of the couch where Taehyung was sitting next to.

“I’m so excited!!” He yells, “we’re going after school right?” He asks Taehyung. Taehyung laughs, ruffling Youngjae’s hair. 

“Yeah, mommy will take you.”

“The kids can start tomorrow right?” You ask, hugging Moonji as she came along with Mingyu and sat on your lap. 

“I wanna start tomorrow,” Moonji says, smiling up at Taehyung. Taehyung smiles down at her and reaches for Moonji.

“You can, but only if you come and give me a kiss,” Taehyung says, pointing to his cheek. Moonji giggles, standing up and running to Uncle Taetae. She jumps onto the couch to press a sweet, little kiss to Taehyung’s cheek.

“That should count as her payment for the classes,” Namjoon says, tipping his drink at Taehyung. He was standing by the hallway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup and taking a sip from whatever liquid was in it.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at his hyung. 

“Moonji go to daddy, I cannot say no to your cute face so it’s better if you leave,” Taehyung says, pushing Moonji away from him, making her slide off of the couch. Byul comes by and snatches the little cutie from the floor. 

“To answer your question Yn, yes,” Taehyung answers. 

“Is Haneul starting tomorrow right after the opening or is he starting with his siblings?” Jin asks, sitting down next to Taehyung. 

“I think he’ll start right after the opening with Mingyu and Moonji,” you say, turning to Yuna and Namjoon. They both nod, saying yeah. 

“Yeah, okay, then the maknaes will start in the morning, the rest of the kids will all start after school,” you say. 

“Sounds good, I’m so excited!” Taehyung says with his boxy smile. 

“Yoongi and I will bring the cake and cupcakes with us at 8:30, so we can help prepare everything,” Sohyun says, walking out of the hallway. “We’re talking about the grand opening for tomorrow right?” Bora follows from behind, and Sarang comes too.

“Where have you three been?” Jin asks. He looks around and notices a few people gone too. “Where’s Yoongi, Minseok…  Hana, Huimang... and Sian?” 

“The kids were filling us in with the school drama,” Bora says with all seriousness, sitting on the floor in front of Taehyung. He wraps his legs around her shoulders. Seemed like a normal thing, she was unfazed. 

“Oh, well tell them to come here, we have Yoongi’s oranges,” Jin says, pointing at the bag the little boys were digging through. By little boys, he meant Haneul, Mingyu, and Jungkook.

“Give me that,” Jungkook says, taking the one Haneul was holding. Your son glares at uncle Jungkook. Which Jungkook laughs at. “This is like.. the size of your head bro,” he says, walking away from the little ones.

“Hyung! Your oranges!” Jimin yells. Minseok and Sian come running to the living room. Your son immediately comes to greet you.

“I didn’t know you were back,” Minseok says, kissing your cheek. You laugh.

“We’ve been home for a little while now sweetie. I’m glad you’re having fun with your cousins though! So it’s okay,” you tell him, rubbing your thumb on his cheek, before giving it a little squeeze. 

“Go say hi to daddy too,” you whisper to him, lightly pushing him towards Jin. He had Soojin on his lap. 

“I don’t want to waste my time on boys,” Hana says, walking out of the hallway with Huimang, she nods her head. Meanwhile, Yoongi was walking behind them, smirking as the so called “school drama” was just getting good. Knowing he doesn’t have to worry about his daughters and boys for the meantime.

“Hyung, think fast!” Jungkook says, throwing an orange at Yoongi. He laughs when it hits the older one’s head. 

“Hey don’t hit my dad!” Hana yells angrily, walking over to Jungkook and hitting his lap. 

“Yeah don’t hit her dad,” Yoongi says, pointing at Jungkook. He still turned around to pick up the orange from the floor though.

“Thanks hyung, thanks Yn,” he says as he leans over one couch, peeling the orange he picked up. “So.. what’d I miss?”

“Wait a minute,” Jin says, a confused expression etched on his face. A sudden thought occurred to him. He looked around, like he was counting everyone that was there. Everyone was kind of everywhere now. Some were standing, some were sitting on the floor, others on the couch, and some kids were running around the living room. It was a full house for sure. But something was missing. 

“Wait, where’s mom and dad?” you ask, referring to your inlaws. Jin nods, pointing to you as if you just took his words right out of his mouth. 

“Who?” Taehyung asks, with a little head tilt. 

“The house was empty when we came here,” Hoseok says, trying to bite his cheek. 

“Yeah we were surprised when we found out you left the kids home alone,” Namjoon plays along. “No adults were home when we got here.”

You look at the girls and they all shake their heads, shrugging. Like a simultaneous agreement that they don’t know what the boys are trying to get at. 

“Did you guys kill my parents?” Jin asks. Looking around the room.

“Grandma and grandpa are taking a nap in the guest room,” Soojin says, ruining the uncle’s joke. 

“Soojiiiin,” Jungkook whines. “Little snitch.” He got an elbow nudge from Rina for that. 

“Yeah they said they were tired and wanted to take a quick nap before their long drive,” Yoongi says. “Rumor has it, the kids were a handfuuul~”

“Umm.. by kids, I think Uncle Yoongi meant Haneul,” Minseok says. “Me and Soojin were good. Well Soojin was good most of the time.”

“Woow, another snitch,” Junkook says again. 

“Shut up,” Rina says, stuffing a whole orange in his mouth. 

expect the unexpected

♡ part twelve: little snitch ♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

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[julies-butterflies]

“One of us is starting to fall asleep.”-jukebox?

cuddle dialogue prompts  ( no longer accepting )                         ( read on ao3 )

By now, Julie knows that  Luke  and  sleep  don’t exactly get along.

Like... peanut butter and coleslaw. Studying and roller coasters. Alex and high school athletics. Luke and sleep are polar opposites, and flat-out don’t have time for each other. Whatever fundamental sequence of Luke’s DNA, whatever weird criss-cross firing of neurons in his head looks at a good night’s sleep, and decides, “nope, not for me...”

Well, Julie doesn’t  get it, but that’s how Luke’s made. Apparently, it’s how he’s always been, even when he was alive. Everyone else just has to deal with it.

“You’re keeping me up,” she announces, drawing her fuzzy blanket tighter around her shoulders.

Luke’s head shoots up, surprised — and sure, he’s got a right to be, considering it’s almost two in the morning. No sane person would be up this late. Not by choice, anyways... and Julie isn’t  choosing  to be awake herself. Something inside of her — one of those lightbulbs in her chest that blaze bright whenever the boys are near, that can feel them like a low, humming frequency even when they’re out of sight — is still awake, and buzzing. Late nights are like this. Whenever Luke can’t put himself to sleep — whether his brain is too loud, or his body too charged with energy — Julie feels it. She doesn’t want to, and definitely doesn’t enjoy it... but this is what her life has become. Being kept awake half the night by cute, insomniac ghosts.

He lowers his pencil slowly, and pulls his notebook against his chest. Luke sucks his cheeks, looking sheepish. 

“Sorry. I, uhh, I was just —“ He gestures vaguely around the darkened studio. A few faint snores echo from the loft, where Alex has set up a private space for himself. Reggie is face down on the sofa in a pile of blankets, hugging them to his chest like a kangaroo protecting its baby. (Julie’s going to have to get him a stuffed animal to snuggle one of these days; half the reason Luke doesn’t sleep, she suspects, is because Reggie’s such a blanket hog.)

The studio is dark except for a single light, glowing in the corner of the room. Luke is curled up there, with his notebook against his knees… but he wasn’t writing when Julie slipped in. He was glaring down at the page like it personally offended him. Now, he sets the notebook aside without a second glance, turning his full attention on her.

“Just felt like there was a song in my head, and I had to get it out. But it’s, uhh…” He gives his shaggy head a shake. “Not coming.”

“Maybe ‘cause you’re exhausted.” Julie crosses her arms. “It’s way past bedtime, Luke.”

“I’m a ghost, though.” He spreads his arms wide and leans back in his seat, like that’s something to be proud of. “Ghosts don’t  have  bedtimes.”

Without blinking, Julie crosses over to the couch and gives it a firm kick.

“Reggie? When’s your bedtime?”

Reggie snorts, popping his head up. “Ten-thirty,” he mutters… before faceplanting in the blankets again.

Luke rolls his eyes. “Reggie can have a bedtime if he wants to. I’m a free agent.”

“You’re an insomniac, and should probably talk to someone.”

“You know any good ghost doctors?”

Julie’s eye twitches. “We’ll  find  one.”

Tipping his head back towards the ceiling, Luke clicks his tongue. “I dunno, Jules, it’s been a while since my last checkup… I don’t got time for all the bells and whistles, you know? They’re gonna take that little hammer to my knee, and it’s gonna go right through me… they're gonna look for my heartbeat and be real confused... probably try to give me some spooky X-rays…” He gasps, and bolts upright. “Julie, they’re gonna find out I don’t have a skeleton!”

Okay, thinks Julie, the late hour is definitely getting to his head.

“Is that your excuse?”

The unexpected voice from the darkness sends them both jumping out of their skin. Luke flails, nearly falling out of his chair; blinking up at the loft, Julie’s eyes widen as a  phenomenal  mess of bedhead peeks out over the railing.

“We all know you’re afraid of needles. You haven’t had a booster shot in thirty years, Luke.” Alex glares down at them both. “Now, either shut up or go away, some of us are trying to sleep!”

Reggie holds up a hand, and mumbles something like “agreed,” into his pillow.

Clapping her palm over her mouth, Julie exchanges a sheepish glance with Luke. It takes every ounce of her self-control not to burst out laughing — Alex might actually start throwing things at them — but from the way Luke’s shoulders shake, she doesn’t trust him to hold out.

“Okay, sorry, we’re leaving,” she says in an hushed rush… and, before Luke can say another word, she snags him by the arm and pulls him with her.

They slip out the doors of the studio, and break into the humid night air. May in Los Angeles is just beginning to get hot -hot; warm enough to justify tank tops instead of sweatshirts, flip-flops instead of monster slippers. Julie’s pajamas aren’t anything interesting — Luke’s seen her in worse — but under the cool moonlight, his eyes still drink her in as if seeing her for the first time.

“You sleep with all those necklaces on?” he asks.

Okay, maybe he is seeing her for the first time, because Julie’s slept with her jewelry on since, like… sixth grade.

“You’re just noticing?”

“They’re pretty in the moonlight,” he replies, like it’s a foregone conclusion; then his brows furrow. “What if they choke you?”

“That’s not how it works, Luke.”

“Sure it is! All they need to do is get a little tangled up —“ He mimes, presumably, Julie doing acrobatics in her sleep. “And  wham,  you end up all strangled to death! I know we’ve got a gimmick, Julie, but we don’t gotta make it a full-phantom band so soon.”

“You say that like you’ve got plans for my death.”

“I mean…” He shrugs, the picture of innocence. “Not in the near future, but, y’know, we can't have you out-aging us…”

“Oh,” she says, beginning the long trek up the pathway to the house. “So I’ve got… two years before you guys decide to kill me. That’s reassuring.”

Luke follows after her, their footsteps echoing together. “Eh, we could stretch it to five. Six, tops. You’re tiny, you’ve still got a few good years left in you. Not like you’re gonna go all grandma on us  too  soon.”

Julie gasps, and swats at him. Luke accepts the hit to the chest with dignity, biting back a grin. He looks unfairly handsome in the moonlight… and Julie refuses to think about that, because it opens up a wole Pandora’s Box of issues, ranging from the obvious  (he’s a ghost eternally trapped at seventeen and, unless he somehow comes back to life through the power of music, I  am  going to get older than him someday)  to the serious  (he’s keeping me up at two in the morning).

Luke isn’t handsome. He’s a sleepless menace, and Julie shouldn’t entertain him a second longer.

They reach her door. Somehow, they come to a stop at exactly the same time, turning towards each other. Julie tugs her blanket tighter around her bare shoulders. Luke reaches out, and pulls the door open for her.

“I guess —“ he says.

“Yeah,” Julie agrees quickly. “Sounds good.”

“Great.”

“Great.”

“Goodnight, then?”

“Yeah. Goodnight.”

They smile at each other for a second, close-lipped and quiet… before something in Julie breaks, and she lays a hand on his arm. Somehow, he’s always so warm under her touch, so solid. He feels like a promise always kept… a steadiness, a certainty. A comfort.

“Come on,” she says softly, taking them both by surprise. “My bed has room for two.”

---------

He’s still so very warm, in bed next to her, with their legs tangled and bodies brushing whenever they move. It’s too humid for covers, so Julie’s got her favorite sheet, instead. As soon as Luke sees it, he billows it up into the air, and lets it fall down on top of them both like a parachute. Julie claps a hand over her mouth to hide her giggles. Even in the darkness of her bedroom — lit by the dimly glowing fairylights she only put on to keep Luke from tripping over her carpet — his grin is blinding. As the sheet flutters down over them both, she stretches her arms up to welcome it; he laughs so loudly, it’s a good thing her dad and brother can’t hear.

“This,” she huffs, once they’re both hiding under the covers, “this isn’t what we should be doing. It’s two in the morning.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Totally right.” Luke’s quiet for a moment — before shaking the covers again, causing a wave of air to roll over them. He makes a ridiculous whoosh! noise, and Julie snorts.

“Stop!” She swats at his shoulder again; the sound is harsher than the impact. Luke yelps and curls in on himself, feigning a mortal injury. Over his groans and moans and  “Julie, how could you”s,  Julie can’t restrain another fit of giggles.

Oh god, she’s gone for this boy. She really is.

It’s two in the morning, and she’s in hysterics in her bedroom over a boy no one else in the world can see… and he’s smiling at her like she’s the brightest star blazing in the sky, and his legs are brushing hers, and she can feel the pulse of his heartbeat, the warmth of his breath… which shouldn’t be possible, because he’s  dead.

Luke reaches up. Gently, he brushes a stray curl from Julie’s temple. His hand lingers, and Julie feels dizzy.

“This feels like heaven,” he says softly.

Julie’s breath catches.

“I… thought you said you’d never get there.”

“Yeah, well…” When he chuckles, his breath ruffles her hair. “I’m not much of a believer in the ‘all rockstars go to heaven’ kinda thing… I don’t even know if I buy into that stuff, period.” He shrugs, and glances down, at the bare inches of space in between them. “But this… is what it’d feel like, I think. Right here, with you. This kind of forever.”

“With...” She swallows past a throat that is suddenly too dry, forcing words together in a head that reverberates with  heaven  and  you. Forever. God, can they make this last forever?

Instead of speaking, her hand finds Luke’s in the darkness. Their palms press; their fingers intertwine. He is restless beneath her touch, all calluses and carelessness and nervous energy… but Julie holds him until she feels him relax, then slowly raises their hands up between them.

“I’d like that,” she whispers. “To stay here forever.”

His eyes shine bright. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She swallows. “As long as it’s with you.”

These are exactly the sort of confessions that could not be made any time other than late in the night, or early in the morning — that funny liminal space of existence, the hours where nothing is really real, and everything feels like it matters too much. Julie is floating, and Luke is right here with her. He’s smiling inches away from her face… and if she wanted to lean over, to close the distance between them, it would be as easy as breathing.

She doesn’t, though, because this moment feels sacred. She won’t claim it selfishly for herself — won’t turn it into something it’s not. This moment is shared, between her and Luke... secrets whispered in the dark for their ears alone. It should stay that way.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes softly, like it’s all he knows for sure.

“You’re amazing,” she replies, in the same voice.

“You’re a star.”

“You’re inspiring.”

“You make me feel alive again.”

“So do you.”

They exhale in the silence, the words floating through the air around them. Julie imagines she can see them glowing in the darkness. If she wanted, she could pluck them out of thin air, tuck them away in her dream box and save them forever. This feels like the sort of moment that belongs there — halfway between dream and waking, almost too good to be true.

For a while, they don’t talk at all. Luke plays with her hair, and Julie twines their fingers. Their breaths match each other’s in the silence. It feels like floating down a lazy river, and slowly, Julie can feel herself being carried away.

She’s only aware of her eyes getting heavier when Luke’s fingers graze her brow, and she can’t force her lids open to look at him.

“Looks like one of us is starting to fall asleep,” Luke teases, his voice soft.

Julie humms, and feels herself smile. “You.”

“Not me.” His voice is smiling, too. “You.”

“You need t’ sleep.” She exhales, and sees it ruffle his hair like leaves on a tree. His nose scrunches up. He doesn’t look drowsy — not like he’s drowning in it, like she is — but he’s not wide awake, either. His head is quiet, his soul is calm; the hive of bees buzzing in Julie’s chest has given up the ghost for tonight. (Little Luke-shaped bees, with beanies and guitars, who keep flying into everything because they’ve got too much energy…)

She bursts into giggles again at the thought. They spill from her lips like honey; she’s too tired to silence them, nevermind hide her grin. Instead, she slumps against Luke, muffling herself against his shoulder. He smells like pine needles and sunshine. His arms wrap around her back to steady her, and she can feel him smiling against her, and Julie thinks…

Julie thinks…

Forever.

“What’s so funny?” he murmurs into the crown of her head.

“Bees,” she replies, and giggles again.

“Oh yeah?” He hums, like this makes perfect sense. “I mean, yeah, they’re pretty hilarious.”

“Mmm.” She presses her face against his shoulder, and decides to stay there. “Mmm.”

For a long moment, he’s completely still — like the world’s most realistic stuffed animal, the coziest pillow ever made — before his hand tentatively begins to massage between her shoulder blades, running up and down her spine.

“You good, Julie?” he murmurs softly, and Julie humms again.

“Stay with me,” she manages to say.  Forever. “Sleep here… with me.”

Luke’s caress feels like a lullaby. The lips that graze her temple are a promise.

“Don’t worry, Julie,” he murmurs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Somehow,  forever feels good enough for tonight.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank” -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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[stylesharrys]

Webbed Up

A/N: For my first Peter smut, I kinda thoroughly enjoyed writing this haha. Peter and the reader are both 18 in this, about to finish high school!

WC: 5,468

“Promise I’ll be a good girl,” you bat your lashes innocently, lips pouted and puffy. Peter’s cock twitches in his pants and he bites back a groan and a growl.

You’re toying with the zipper of his jacket and it only just hits him that he’s still got his damn backpack on. “Think you deserve to be touched after acting like a little brat all day?” he asks with a hum, head tilted.

Your thighs quiver and you gnaw on your bottom lip, shifting to the edge of the counter desperately. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, Pete,” you whisper. “Be so good for you.”

or

You’re being a little too bratty for Peter’s liking, so he teaches you lesson or two.

//

Three more weeks. Just three more weeks until you’re done with high school and you can start planning your near future. You’ve been accepted into three colleges, two of which are the same as Peter and while he’s inching more toward MIT, you’ve got your heart set on Harvard.  

Just a 20-minute walk from each other, you’ve already figured out that your relationship will work. It has to.

The whole excitement and stress of leaving high school for good has done nothing but wrap Peter up in a tight bubble. He’s a little off lately, fixated on everything going to plan, on you not randomly changing your mind and deciding to take your scholarship to London. It doesn’t matter that you continuously assure him you’re sticking with your decision to attend Harvard, he’s scared.

“Are you even paying any attention to what I’ve been saying the past thirty minutes?” MJ’s snippy voice is quick to break you out of your little trance and you blink away your daydream.

“What?” you ask. “Yeah… yeah, course I’m listening,” you shrug your shoulders and lean forward on the desk, elbows propped up and your chin rests in the palms of your hands.

MJ rolls her eyes. “Whatever, you’re so in your head lately, what’s going on?” she asks. You purse your lips. It’s not that you don’t want to tell her, because you do… but she’s Peter’s friend too, and it’s not exactly fair for you to complain to her about him.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing!” you tell her, a little too enthusiastically. You clear your throat. “What were you saying?”

MJ squints at you sceptically, like she’s trying to figure out what it is you’re really hiding. You show no tells, though. You keep your bright eyes and encouraging smile and eventually, she gives up. Before she can actually repeat anything, though, a ruckus sounds from behind you, cutting her off.

You spin in your seat, eyes wide as Peter tumbles toward you and trips over another groups table. “Sorry! Sorry,” he mumbles out his apology, cheeks flustered and he knows half the cafeteria are staring at him.

MJ rolls her eyes.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, moving across the bench to give him room to sit beside you. He huffs out a barely audible ‘hello’ before dropping his lunch tray on the table and turning to you with pouted lips.

Stifling a laugh, you lean closer and kiss him gently, MJ making a scoff of disgust while you feel Peter’s body relax against your touch. He hums against your lips and you smile into the kiss, loving the calming effect you seem to have on him.

“What’s up?” you ask, the tip of your nose brushing against his and Peter sighs, shaking his head and giving you a knowing look. The one where his lips are pursed and tugged at the left side, eyes a cautious glimmer. It’s the Spidey look.

Your shoulders slump a little and you turn your body to your food. You suddenly don’t feel very hungry and your entire mood has turned sour from just one look. You know it’s silly, but you also know if you don’t prepare yourself for the soon disappointment, you’ll only be more upset when he inevitably cancels your plans for tonight.

Flicking your pasta around your plate, you chew on the inside of your cheek while Peter complains about the chemistry homework with Ned. MJ squints at you, subtly kicking you under the table, and instead of a usual sarcastic remark, you don’t say a thing… don’t even bother looking up from your chicken pasta bake.

You zone out for the rest of lunch like your social meter has hit empty. The bell rings later than you would’ve liked and before you can wander off to your next class, Peter is calling your name and slowly jogging the few steps that you are ahead of him.

You spin around, shoulders slumped and he frowns. “Let me walk you to your class,” he offers, but you know it’s not an offer so you let him walk you anyway. You don’t say anything, just hold your books close to your chest and Peter doesn’t need his spidey sense to know there’s something wrong.

He doesn’t say anything, though. He figures if you wanted him to know, you’d tell him yourself. Typical man.

By the time you reach your class, you haven’t even spared a glance at him and he’s growing worried. You’re about to walk straight into your class without a usual kiss goodbye when he side-steps in front of you, blocking your path.

Peter raises his hands to hold your shoulders and he dips his head a little to get a better look at you. “Hey… are you okay? What’s going on?” he asks, searching your eyes for an answer. You let him dig a little deeper and for a split second, you think he’s figured it out, that he finally understands why you’re so upset. But then he speaks.

“Are you on a period?”

Your lips thin as you grit your teeth. “No,” you spit. “Why? Will that make you cancel our plans tonight?” you ask bitterly. Peter frowns in hurt but the expression quickly changes to one of pure confusion.

“What are you – wait, we have plans tonight?” he asks, words jumbled and rushed and if it’s even possible, your shoulders slump further. You bite back your quivering bottom lip and blink away the tears of frustration.

“Are you serious?” you scoff.

Peter stares at you, eyes wide and you can see the guilt painting his pretty, stupid face. And though you keep searching, there’s no sudden hint of realisation, no flash of remembrance. “Movie night at my place… while my mom and dad are visiting my grandma for the weekend…” you say, hoping it will at least jog his memory but his expression doesn’t change.

You scoff and nod your head, gnawing on your bottom lip. You know by the look in his eyes that he’s trying to think of a way to let you down easy, to tell you that something’s come up. “But you can’t make it, can you… because you have Spidey Stuff to do, right?” you spit.

Peter keens back, shock and confusion soaring through his veins at your sudden tone and aggression toward him. You didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but the words left your mouth before you could filter them or set a slightly softer tone. You know it’s not his fault, that being Spider-Man is an important and demanding role, but you’d also appreciate it if he stopped cancelling on you, or straight-up forgetting.

He doesn’t say anything back, doesn’t exactly know what he’s supposed to say. “Whatever, I’ll see you Monday. Stay safe.”

//

“He blew you off again?” your mom asks, her tone surprised and you nod, sighing. She gives you a pitiful smile through pursed lips. You knew it was a mistake to FaceTime your mom because you could really do without her pitiful smiles and words of reassurance.

“Maybe he’s just stressing about you guys graduating,” she suggests.

You hum. “Maybe,” you agree, because that’s easier than telling her that Peter is actually the suited Spider-Man swinging around the streets of Queens. The idea of one day having to explain that to her gives you a headache.

She’s about to say something else, probably more useless words of encouragement or reassurance that you’d appreciate either way, when your dad calls her name and you hear your grandma cackling from the other room.

She gives you a guilty smile and you shake your head. “It’s fine, go. I’m gonna order a pizza and watch a movie or something. Love you, see you Sunday night!” you tell her. She blows a kiss to the camera and ends the call, finally allowing you a moment’s peace.

It’s quickly disrupted and ruined when your doorbell rings and insistent knocking taps on your front door. Dragging yourself to the front door, you pull it open, heart leaping at the sight.

Peter stands on your doorstep, hair a mess with a bunch of white and pink flowers in his hands. He’s got a nervous, lopsided grin on his lips and half his Spidey suit is hanging out of his sixth backpack this year.

You purse your lips and jut your hip out, hand resting on it. “What do you want?” you ask tiredly. You know you’re being bitchy but you’re done with taking his shit and hearing his petty excuses.

He raises a brow comically. “That how you treat your boyfriend now?” he asks and his tone is teasing, lighthearted with something unknown in the middle of it. You squint, trying to figure it out.

“What do you want, Pete?” you sigh, a harsh shiver prickling your skin as his lopsided grin twisted into a filthy smirk, one you’ve never seen before.

He points the flowers at you. “To apologise?” it comes out a question, but you know he won’t let you close that door on his face, not that you ever would anyway. Especially when he’s looking at you like that.

You eye him up again, trying to figure out what the fuck is going through his head, what that little twinkle means as it flashes blindingly in his eyes. Something stirs in your stomach, a feeling that spreads heat to your lower stomach and for some reason, you feel your panties begin to dampen.

You swallow back anything that almost tumbles out of your mouth and pull the door open more, allowing him to come in. Peter steps inside, closing the door behind him as he follows you into the kitchen.

You don’t realise how close behind you he is until you’re bending over to root for a vase when his crotch presses hot against your ass and your breathing hitches. Your body stills as you feel his tender hands caress your hips, your cheeks flushing pink.

“God, you have the nicest ass,” Peter groans from behind you, bottom lip caught between his teeth and in your sheer leggings, he can make out the lacy thong that disappears between your full cheeks.

“What, you think you can come here, tell me I have a nice ass and that’s it, we’re good?” you scoff breathlessly, desperately trying not to keen into his touch. You hear Peter tut from behind you and you stand again, your ass brushing against his cock and he shudders.

You spin around, chests flushed and you tilt your head up slightly to get a proper look at him. His cheeks are flustered, just like yours, and that glint in his eyes is even more prominent than before.

Peter reaches up to cup your cheek in his hand and you nuzzle into his touch. It’s sad how excited his touch makes you, but you’ve been starved of it for too long and this is the closest you’ve felt for weeks.

“I was going to come over and explain that I’ve been so distant ‘cause I’m worried this whole different college thing won’t work, but if you’re just going to continue to be a little brat, maybe I’ll just go home.”

It takes a moment for his words to actually register in your brain. Maybe your mom was right about the college thing, but now you’ve got the last of his explanation in your head. Brat. He’s never called you a brat before and now you can’t help the thrill and excitement that courses through you as the name tumbles from his pink lips.

You’re not sure where it’s coming from, or what you’ve done to get this kind of reaction out of him but you’re already thinking of ways to be bratty, just to see what he’ll do.

“I’m not a brat,” you tell him sternly, though, by the glint in his eyes and blush to your cheeks, Peter knows you’re playing along to whatever the fuck he’s doing.

He raises a brow and his thumb strokes over your cheekbone before he’s cupping your chin and his thumb is nudging your swollen bottom lip. “Oh, really? ‘Cause you’re acting pretty bratty to me, Princess.” His voice is gravelly, deep and fucking dirty.

You’ve never seen him like this, and he’s only just getting started. The curiosity in you wants to be defiant, see how far you can push him, what he’ll actually do, but the other part of you, the submissive part, is screaming for you to be a good girl.

“Maybe if you showed me some attention once in a while, I wouldn’t be such a bratty little girl,” you reply in a sultry tone. Your lips are pouted out slightly as you speak, eyes doey and innocent. You look like such a fucking good girl for him but Peter knows better, knows you better.

You press spongy kisses to the pad of his thumb, eyes on his and your heart is fucking thumping in your chest. He’s no better, his cock is throbbing in his jeans and he’s trying not to sweat through his shirt. He’s nervous, neither of you have ever tried anything like this before but he knows you’re game, so he can’t back out now.

Not that he wants to. Peter knows soon enough he’ll be domming the shit out of you and you’re counting down the seconds until you finally see the raw and new side of him, not the gentle, soft Pete you know and love.

He nibbles on his bottom lip as he gently pushes his thumb into your mouth, resting it on your tongue and you suck softly. He’s growing harder by every sweet stroke of your tongue, cheeks flushing at the idea of you sucking on his cock like that.

“Or maybe, you just need a good spanking to put you in your place,” Peter suggests.

Your knees buckle, eyes fluttering closed and an involuntary whimper slips passed your lips, muffled by Peter’s thumb. Peter hums, your pussy pulsing. “You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?” he fucking knows you would.

You hum around his thumb and reach up to hold his wrist. Your eyes flutter open and he’s fucking panting, internally struggling against his inner desires to fucking obliterate you. You suck harder, a silent prayer that he’ll have no fucking mercy.

You’re embarrassingly turned on by the idea of Peter having his way with you; spanking, spitting, dirty talk, the works. Your panties are pooling and you’re sure if you don’t take them off soon, you’ll drip down your thighs.

The second his thumb slips from your mouth, his lips are hot on yours; desperate and eager. It’s dirty, fucking filthy – heavy breathing, wet tongues and teeth clashing. His nails are digging half-moons through your shirt and into the skin of your hips and your fingers are tangled in his tendrils.

Peter’s hand reaches around for your ass, grabbing handfuls as he smacks his palm into you. He pinches the backs of your thighs and you jump, legs wrapped around his narrow waist and he sets you on the kitchen countertop, legs spread wide and he stands between them.

He pulls away, nose nudging your cheek and with his index finger and thumb, he grips your chin and tilts your head, assaulting your neck. Your eyes are daring to roll back as he nips and sucks on the sensitive skin of your pulse point and you’re sure you can fucking feel him grin cockily against you.

His hands stretch across the expanse of your thighs, fingers curling as he grips the flesh and effectively pushes your legs further apart. You whimper, the feeling of your wetness seeping through your panties causing your cheeks to blush and you’re sure he can fucking smell your arousal.

“Pete, please,” you barely manage to whimper out but he hears it, loud and clear.

A dirty chuckle is muffled in the crook of your neck and he nips at the skin before pulling away; eyes hooded and fucking gleaming with lust. “Please what?” he’s digging, trying to see if you’ll talk back just as dirty as he’s planning to.

He knows you’ve never been one for dirty talking, never had the confidence for it. But he also knows (by pure luck that you’d left a porn tab open on your laptop one night a few weeks ago) that you’re more than a little into dirty talk and being a submissive little girl.

“Touch me,” to his surprise, you whimper out the request in a breathless haze. His grin grows, hands inching up your hips until they squeeze.

He got the reaction he wanted, but he’s not going to stop there, no. “Touch you where?” he pushes, doesn’t miss the way your entire fucking body shivers and his lips ghost over yours.

He’s patient, though. Wants to wait and let you tell him when you’re comfortable, wants you to know that if you don’t want to take it this far, you’ve got your out. But you grab his hands, guiding one to your breast and the other to your clothed pussy, and he’s fucked.

“Promise I’ll be a good girl,” you bat your lashes innocently, lips pouted and puffy. Peter’s cock twitches in his pants and he bites back a groan and a growl.

You’re toying with the zipper of his jacket and it only just hits him that he’s still got his damn backpack on. “Think you deserve to be touched after acting like a little brat all day?” he asks with a hum, head tilted.

Your thighs quiver and you gnaw on your bottom lip, shifting to the edge of the counter desperately. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, Pete,” you whisper. “Be so good for you.”

He hums and watches you, eyes calculated like he’s thinking about it, but if you know anything about Peter, it’s his inability to tell you no.

Peter kisses your lips softly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. “You’re sure you wanna do this?” he asks gently, releasing your lower lip. His sudden soft exterior has your heart melting, but that’s not what you want. You want to be fucking ruined.

“Wanna be a good girl for you, do whatever you say.”

His eyes sparkle and he sends you to the bedroom, tells you he wants you on your knees and naked by the time he gets in there.

Your pussy is swollen, lips pulsing and clit throbbing. Your wetness is dribbling all over the sheets as you kneel on the bed with your pretty thighs gently spread a little. Peter wanders in a few moments later, wearing nothing but those tight fucking boxers and you can see how badly his cock is straining against the fabric.

“Lay on your back, Princess,” he commands. His voice is low, deep and dark and you lay on your back, legs spread wide and your pussy fucking glistens in the warm light on your nightstand.

Your chest is rising and falling with an erratic rhythm, breasts bouncing and your nipples are pearled and hard. Peter wants nothing more than to suck and kiss and touch, but tonight, he’s gonna be selfish.

You should be blushing, hiding under his hard gaze, but you’re not. Instead, you’re alive with excitement and adrenaline. He’s looking at you like you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever laid eyes on and it only feeds your ego.

You spread your legs wider, press your breasts out further. Peter knows what you’re doing, that you’re fucking with him, but he doesn’t care. Not when you look like that; naked and willing, all for him.

He stands at the foot of the bed for a little longer, admiring the way your slick pussy clenches around nothing, appreciating every crevice and curve of your body. Your eyes are on his face, trying to gauge any reaction to your position. He’s void of emotion, but his eyes are fucking swimming with want and desire.

Your hands are by your head and you sneak one down between your thighs, finger ghosting between your folds and you swirl it through your growing wetness. Peter tuts, reaching for your ankles and he rubs them softly.

“Hands above your head, baby. You don’t get to touch tonight,” he commands.

Your pussy clenches again and you do as he says; hands resting above your head and he grins wickedly. Peter lifts your ankle to his face, pressing soft, spongey kisses from your ankle to your knee. He does the same to your other leg, nipping and licking along his way.

Your heart is racing, beads of sweat dotting at your hairline in anticipation. Your skin is warm, growing clammy. Peter notices but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes a step back and watches you squirm, spread out like the most delicious buffet he’s ever seen.

You’re getting eager. He can see it in the way your hips roll and legs tremble. He’s about to tug off his boxers when you sneak a hand down again to rub your fingers across your clit. He’s quicker, though, and in the darkness of the room, you failed to notice those little cuffs sitting around his wrists.

When his eyes catch yours, you raise your hands back above your head, but before they meet the headboard willingly, something else forces them to it. Your eyes are wide, wrists bound by a sticky substance. Then you notice his wrists.

Web-shooters.

“I told you, hands above your head.” Your entire body shudders, chest and neck red as your cheeks blush. You nod your head, though, eager. It’s more than just agreeing to listen, it’s agreeing to how far you’re both willing to take this.

“M’ sorry,” you whimper breathlessly. Peter tuts, shaking his head and he unclasps the web-shooters around his wrists.

You rub your thighs together, watching as his cock twitches in his boxers and you want nothing more than to reach your foot out and touch him. You don’t, though. You decide that if you’re going to do this, you’re going to be such a good fucking girl for him.

“Are you?” No. You don’t say that, you don’t have to. He already knows your answer.

Peter hums again. “Just look at you, baby. All pretty and desperate for me,” he admires, eyes akin with fire and the undertone of his voice has your eyes rolling back.

“Please, Pete. Promise I’ll be such a good girl for you, just touch me, baby. Please,” your voice is a wreck, breaking mid-sentence and you can feel your wetness dribble out of your throbbing pussy.

Peter grins to himself, ego well fed and he shimmies from his boxers, sighing in relief as his cock springs free. You hear his sigh, know exactly what it means and your eyes flutter open, dripping cock in your line of sight.

You whine out for him, wrists tugging pathetically on the webs but they’re stronger than you, so much stronger. He tuts again. “Thought you said you’d be a good girl?” he quirks a brow.

You’re about to let out another pathetic whine that you know will do no help when he crawls between your thighs and smothers his face in your pussy.

An involuntary gasp tears past your lips and you keen into his touch. Peter hums against your cunt, tongue flicking from side to side between your folds until he circles your hole then licks up to wrap his lips around your swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back. He’s staring up at you with hooded eyes, watching how your breasts bounce and nipples pearl. You’ve got your head thrown back but he can see the way your jaw is slack and your eyes are clenched shut.

Peter tries not to smirk against your pussy but it’s no use, he’s fucking smug. He’s barely touched you a few seconds and he can tell you’re already on the brink of cumming all over his face.

Peter rolls his hips as he devours you, his thick cock rubbing against the cotton sheets and while it isn’t the best feeling, it's a relief. You raise your head from the pillow, eyes locking with his and he’s staring at you like you’re his fucking prey.

“So good, Pete, feels so good,” you cry out, not missing the way he sucks harder and his finger travels to your pussy, pushing through your hole and curling at your G Spot. Even while Domming the shit out of you, he still loves to hear the praise.

“Hmm,” he hums against you. “You like that?”

You’re nodding profusely, thighs trembling as Peter curls his fingers deliciously, sucking on your clit while he flicks the swollen bud with his tongue. You’re seeing stars, a burning fire spitting in the pit of your stomach and Peter feels the way you pulse and clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum, please let me cum, baby,” you pant, vision clouding and he hums, sucking harder. Peter pulls away to shove another finger in your pussy and he scissors them.

“Cum for me, Princess. Cum all over my tongue,” he coaxes it out of you, fingers rubbing just right and you explode, vision clouded with white lights and wayward stars. It knocks the air out of you, lungs constricting as your throat burns.

You can’t tell your left from right, body completely fucked and spent but still keening into his touch when his warm breath fans over your trembling cunt. Peter gnaws on his bottom lip, can’t believe how fucking good you taste, and he finds himself spitting on your pussy before burying his face into it again.

He’s kissing you, making out with your cunt like it’s the dirtiest kiss ever – and it is. You’re whining, squirming on the sheets and Peter pulls away with a shit-eating grin, chin and lips fucking glistening in the soft moonlight.

“So fucking sweet,” he praises, and even after the filthy noises and amount you came, your cheeks still blush like you’re nothing but an innocent girl.

Far fucking from it, he thinks.

Your chest is glistening with sweat, nipples still hard and he doesn’t stop himself this time when he trails up your body and sucks one into his heavenly mouth, holding eye contact. Your head rolls back, mind can’t fucking handle how well he’s treating you. Everything feels like it’s on sensory overload but in the best fucking way possible.

He pulls off with a pop, nosing up your neck and jaw until his swollen lips are on yours and you’re tasting yourself on his tongue, whining filthily into the kiss. It’s breathy and messy, tongues wet and tastes mingled. A filthy fucking kiss and neither of you can get enough.

“You’re being such a good girl baby. And good girls get rewards,” he whispered against your lips. There’s something in his voice, something dark that hides behind the light. It’s more than just a reassurance that he’ll fuck you, it’s a promise that no matter what, you’re gonna have probably the best orgasm of your life, thus far.

You nod your head vigorously, pussy pulsing already in anticipation. He pulls away from the kiss, eyes scanning yours and for a second, you see your Peter shining back through. The Peter that stumbles over twigs and blushes when someone mentions sex. But the moment passes after your nod your head and he’s back to business.

Peter crawls down your body, kissing down your torso as he does so. Your legs are spread, thighs resting on top of his as he sits back on his heels, admiring the sight of your heavenly cunt.

He rubs at your clit with his thumb, the other hand pumping himself softly. “So fucking wet, baby,” he murmurs to himself, eyes locked on your fluttering folds. With soft shudders slipping from your lips, Peter inches closer and teases your cunt with his cock, rubbing his head across your puckering hole.

You gnaw on your bottom lip, soft gasp echoing through the room as he pushes in, balls deep. Peter gives you a half-second to adjust before he’s slowly thrusting, moving his hips in a way that has your mind muddled.

He’s panting, holding back grunts of appraisal and whistles of affection. His thick cock is snug between your walls, fucking soaked as your pussy swallows him up. He picks up a decent rhythm, rocking his hips into yours.

Your eyes are rolling back, arms beginning to ache deliciously. Peter’s gaze is glued on your cunt, the way his cock comes out wetter each time, the obscene squelching noises you make as you take him deeper with each thrust.

Your whines and cries are music to his fucking ears, so filthy they’re borderline pornographic, but they feed his ego so he doesn’t complain. He can’t complain, not when it’s the most heavenly thing he’s ever heard.

“Such a pretty pussy, babygirl,” he praises. “Just look at you, taking me like the good little girl you are. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, baby. Oh, fuck,” Peter whines, hips snapping at an ungodly pace and you can barely keep up.

He’s hitting all the right places, knocking the air out of your lungs and you can barely catch a breath. “Fuck,” you drawl out, toes curling when he hits The Spot and it’s like the first time you ever got high. You can’t make sense of anything but everything feels right. There are fireworks in your eyes and you feel like you’re fucking floating.

“I’m… I’m cu–” you don’t get to finish your sentence, don’t get the time to warn him like the good girl you promised to be. No. Instead, you’re cumming all over his thick cock, fucking screaming his name as he pounds relentlessly.

He doesn’t stop. His hands find purchase on your naked waist, fingers digging into the flesh and he forgets his own strength. You wince, can feel his fucking fingertips bruising on your damn skin but fuck, you can feel that fire roll over you again in waves and you’re cumming seconds later.

It’s different, though, more intense. You can’t see a damn thing but you can hear Peter moaning, fucking praising you like “yeah, baby, holy shit, that’s so hot, keep cumming for me,” and you think you might’ve had a glimpse of heaven when your body falls limp and he pulls out of you, grunting and panting.

Peter pumps himself furiously, cock fucking soaked and he cums all over your stomach in white ribbons, painting his mark on your skin. He falls back on his heels, completely fucked. His hair is a mess, sweat dripping down that gorgeous fucking body. You squint at the obscene amount and muster up all the energy you can to lift your head.

Wait.

That’s not sweat.

An embarrassing blush smacks you in the face and with wide eyes, you look to Peter, silently begging you didn’t just fucking––

“Watching you squirt is my new favourite thing.”

Oh, God.

Peter sees the horror on your face, notices the way your skin drains from its usual vibrant colour as your head falls back into the pillow. With wide eyes, he rushes to your side. “No, hey, don’t do that,” he scolds as you try to hide your face in your shoulder.

His dominating personality is long gone as he caresses your cheeks and gently kisses your lips, forcing you to look at him. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, baby,” he promises, the genuine glint in his eyes enough to convince you.

“I soaked the sheets,” you murmur, cheeks still blazing and Peter lets out a giddy chuckle, nodding his head.

“Have you ever heard of this machine that washes sheets?” he teases with squinted eyes. You laugh tiredly, ready to smack his arm playfully when you realise you’re still bound to the fucking headboard.

Peter blushes at the sight, a laugh snickering to fall from his lips and your smile falls, eyes hard on him as you try to gauge his reaction. “What?” you ask, head dipping down as he tries to turn away.

You push your leg out to stop him, telling him to turn back to you. “What?” you repeat, heart thumping and you’re expecting the worst, that something somewhere has gone horribly wrong, that maybe him being with you has been a prank this whole time.

He cringes as he looks at you, comfortingly rubbing your leg and there’s a glint of pity in his eyes. Here it comes, the fucking ‘I’m leaving you’ speech while you’re naked and covered in his cum. But it doesn’t. Instead –

“The new webs take 6 hours to dissolve,” he cringes. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Peter!”

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #imagine peter parler #peter parker imagines #marvel #marvel imagine #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spiderman smut #peter parker oneshot #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #imagine tom holland #tom holland imagines

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Oohh please do some HCs about Amy and Karen and their relationship!!

this became long. I love Mom Karen a lot, even though she doesn't show up much in canon, and I think she and Jake and Amy have a great relationship ❤️

- Amy still wants to impress her so bad in the beginning, she always thinks she's meeting with a proper 'grown-up' and needs to act accordingly, especially since that grown-up is her boyfriend's mom! The awkward possibilities!

- She knows how much Jake loves his mom, what if she tells him to break up with her because she picked the wrong dish to bring to her brunch invitation, oh no, Jake, we need to turn around, I need to buy like 50 bagels from that deli you said she likes-

- (Ames my mom loves you almost as much as I do, you do not need to bribe her with bagels anymore. But are you SURE she likes egg salad- YES and even if she doesn't I will eat it all before she can complain okay now please calm down)

- she does calm down after a while, especially when she and Jake settle into their relationship and she begins to feel like this is definitely it, and Karen seems to agree. She treats Amy like part of her tiny family already, always includes her in holiday cards and gift exchanges and event invitations, and Amy begins to see all the weird little eccentricities in her as something she also knows from Jake, and wonders who's influenced who more. Especially when he complains about another 'crazy' thing his mom read online and immediately followed, all she can do is laugh and ask him how that 'amazing never ending chocolate trick' ended for him last month.

- when Jake has to go to Florida, Amy asks to be the one to deliver the news to Karen - although there's not much news she can give, considering no one is allowed to really know anything about the situation. It basically boils down to "He had to leave for his own protection because of a criminal", and Karen understands very well what that means, and maybe she cries a bit while they hug, and maybe Amy does too, thinking about how she at least got to say goodbye to him. He asked her to take care of his mom, (he asked her to take care of a lot, but she knows the rankings of importance without him needing to explain), and that's what she's gonna do. So she visits a lot, once a week at least, for tea or dinner or just to spend some time with her.

- "I'm glad he's not alone", Karen says on one of those dates, "at least he's got Captain Dad with him." And Amy laughs and nods.

- "Wherever he is", she says another time, "he's thinking of you, Amy. A mom knows these things. He's thinking of you and waiting to be with you again." "I'm waiting too, Karen. I would never do anything else."

- And, during one of the days where it hits them the worst and they cry together again: "He's coming back. He always- I know it's not the same, but- he dissappeared a lot when he was younger. When he felt uncomfortable or angry or- but he always came back. And he's coming back this time, too."

- the look on Karen's face as she opens to the door to Jake and not Amy for their next dinner date, with Amy a few feet behind him, is one she'll probably never forget

- Dinner once a week at Mama Peralta's is a given, after that. Sometimes Amy goes over earlier, too, to learn the dishes Jake likes the most, but also just to chat with Karen alone.

- the meetings turn into a sadder note again when Jake goes to prison. Actually, the first week after he's gone, Amy breaks down crying after dinner because she can't drive home alone, she can't sleep in that empty bed for one more night or she'll go mad. So Karen sets up her guestroom for her, and Amy spends an entire week there, being cared for by a mom as if she's 5 again. It's the only time during Jake's prison sentence that she feels at all safe.

- She takes Karen along for a visiting day too, once, and it's the only one where she's willing to share the hugging/touching time allowed. Karen makes a joke about his awful beard and Jake laughs the fake laugh he gives Charles as well. Amy's glad they don't have to plan another trip to visit, because Jake gets home after that.

- Karen is the first one to receive that engagement photo from Jake's phone, because she's also the one who gave him that ring from his Nana in the first place - long before he went to prison. She immediately calls Amy and not him to congratulate them, and Jake is only a little bit put out by the fact that his mom actually seems to prefer his fiancée by now.

- they'd agreed not to tell anyone they were trying for a baby, especially not when it became so tense and stressful, but Jake admits after a while that he's told his mom. She's his sounding board apart from Amy, and he can't keep that kind of secret from her anyway. Amy's just glad Karen decided to keep her distance about it, and not send her info about some herbal 'help' or whatever her own mom is constantly clogging her instagram messages with, without even knowing they're trying.

- they come over for Mama Peralta Dinner with the sonogram folded into Jake's pocket, but he can't help himself and makes a joke about having to rename it to Grandma Peralta Dinner soon before they can show it, and Karen just about screams before jumping into Jake's arms and then hugging Amy much more carefully

- (she does share a lot of remedies and tips during her pregnancy, just like Camila does, and half of them actually help)

- after things have finally settled in the hospital where they brought Amy and Mac after the blackout, Jake calls his mom and greets her with 'Heyy, grandma' and she's never rushed to any hospital this fast, not even when Jake was 5 and broke his wrist

- Karen turns babysitter no 1 immediately, and absolutely sticks to the ground rules Jake+Amy have put down. She might ask for a little leeway when it comes to the creative side of her grandson, and Mac gets to colour and craft things at her place he'd never be allowed to do at home, but that's okay.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #amy santiago #peraltiago #headcanons #mac peralta #maya peralta

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I keep thinking of alexei and Melina interacting with Romanogers babies!!!! 😭😭😭 and yelena as the fun aunt that makes fun of their parents, and I definitely see alexei joining 😭😭 I think Melina would be so gentle with them, teaching them science, showing them animals and I just 😭😭😭

hi anon -YES OMGGG -but was that a prompt because it sure sounded like a prompt!

anyways, here ya go!

Title: turns out i got two

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

Summary:

My whole life I didn't think I have any family. Turns out I got two.

Adventures with both sides of Natasha's family!

ft. romanogers babies, cool Aunt Yelena, Grandpa Alexei and Grandma Melina, and more!

Also on AO3!

“Shhh, don’t wake up your mama!”

Natasha crinkled her nose at the noise around her, still partly muted from the nap she was just waking up from. She wasn’t sure what time it was - just that she closed her eyes in the middle of an old movie and she Steve were watching, knowing damn well it was just background noise while they cuddled in silence. One thing she knew for sure was that she was alone on the couch now but a blanket was draped over her. Giggles erupted next to her ear and she fought against a smile tugging at her lips.

“I think mama’s awake anyway,” a voice answered, an obviously failed attempt at a whisper.

“I think she’s still sleeping,” Natasha joked, peeking an eye open and seeing James right in front of her. He was grinning ear to ear, but there were specks of mud on his face. “James? Did you not listen to Nana and played with the pigs again ?” Fully awake now, Natasha sat up and took James’ face in her hands, leaning in to kiss his forehead. He giggled, throwing his arms around Natasha’s neck for a hug. “Honey,” Natasha pulled away fractionally, “you smell stinky.”

James nervously laughed and tried to explain. “I might have fallen in the pen.” Natasha narrowed her eyes, seeing right through her son’s lie. She didn’t have to be a spy to know that he’s lying - and, judging by the sheepish smile on his face, James knew he can’t fool his mother either.

“Whatever happened to watching him?” Natasha asked Alexei, her voice stern but teasing. No matter how many rules for the kids she tried to establish, it seems that they go out the window once the grandparents are in charge. She knows it should annoy her, yet she can’t help but find it cute. Melina and Alexei are only lenient on the little things anyway, respecting major rules that Steve and Natasha has laid out for their kids.

Looking up from the newspaper he was reading at the kitchen counter, Alexei’s eyes widened. “What do you want me to do! He said he fell! Right, James?” Alexei argued, throwing his hands up and winking - obviously wanting James to make his mom believe that he didn’t deliberately play with his grandma’s experiment - er, pet - pigs. James giggled and nodded, loving his little game with his grandfather. Natasha’s convinced the two of them spending so much time together will drive her to an early grave.

“Yeah, I don’t think even your dad could be convinced of that, bud. Go, take a shower please.” He nodded and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. Yawning and stretching her arms, Natasha turned to Alexei. “What time did you guys get back? And where’s everyone else?” She eyed the clock and saw that it was nearing 7pm. Melina and Alexei took James and Sarah to the Cleveland Zoo earlier in the day, insisting that the kids stop by there before they go back to New York the next day.

Melina and Alexei’s farm in the suburbs of Cleveland became a frequent vacation spot for Steve, Natasha, and the kids. Ever since the Red Room was taken down, Melina and Alexei decided to go back to Ohio and settle down - if that’s what they want to call it. The two have been working with Yelena in tracking down more Widows and other victims of the Red Room - as well as running covert ops in taking down child-trafficking rings - from their farm. Yelena is more of a nomad - being more active in the field by traveling all over the world, although she usually stops by the farm or Natasha and Steve’s house in New York.

“We only have been here for an hour. Steve’s helping Melina with some stuff in the back. Sarah does not want to leave her grandmother’s side,” Alexei smiled fondly. Sarah has thoroughly stolen her grandfather’s heart and it shows.

Natasha nodded, checking her phone for messages. “Is Yelena stopping by? The kids haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Eh, you know her. She might, she might not.” Natasha looked up at that, narrowing her eyes at him. Alexei put his hands up again. “I don’t know. She said she will try. I did not want to put the kids’ hopes up so I did not tell them.”

Natasha smirked. “That sounds like her.” She stood up and headed to the back door to see if she could spot Sarah and Steve. The little girl is sitting on the back of a pony, with Melina standing next to her with a hand perched on her back - although Natasha has a rising suspicion that the pony is a little bit too behaved for a regular farm animal. And Steve is - oh - now breaking logs in half. For what, Natasha isn’t sure, but all she knows is that he makes a damn good sight to see.

“I used to look like that, you know. Maybe even bigger.” Alexei, who Natasha didn’t notice have moved next to her, suddenly piped up, seemingly following her line of sight. “Your mom - you know, those years we lived here - she liked it, I could tell.” Natasha wrinkled her nose, frowning as she looked up at Alexei. “What, what? I’m just saying. He’s not the only super soldier in the house. I’m just saying. I put on some weight but I still look good, no? Melina still thinks so.”

“Okay, calm down. I don’t really need all the gory details.” Natasha shook her head, looking back at Steve. He’s almost through his pile of whole logs, his shirt now almost completely drenched in sweat.

“But that’s my point - there are still gory details,” Alexei winked at Natasha’s overly-dramatic shudder. “You know. If you two need more weekends alone, Melina and I don’t mind having the kids over. You just have to tell us.”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Natasha turned to meet Alexei’s eyes. “Ha ha, I get it. As weird as what you’re trying to say - thank you. I appreciate it, really.” He grinned, his right arm reaching around Natasha to envelop her in a one-arm hug. It took a while for Natasha to let Alexei start hugging her again, and once she did, he never let a moment to do so pass.

Natasha caught Sarah’s eyes when the latter looked up, waving with her free hand. She heard Sarah squeal and say something to Melina, who nodded at the little girl. Sarah brought her arms out and was lifted off the pony by her grandmother before making a mad dash to the back door where Natasha was standing. Alexei slid the door open just in time to hear the “Mommy!!!” screech coming from Sarah, with said little girl running into her mom’s open arms.

“Hi honey! How was your time at the zoo today?” Natasha asked while hugging Sarah tightly. The little girl hugged her back with all her might before letting go, excited to answer her mom’s question.

“I had so much fun! Grandma taught me about animals!”

“Go on, tell your mama which one is your favorite,” Alexei prodded, reaching down to help straighten Sarah’s hair.

“I liked the monkeys! They remind me of Rocky,” the girl replied, making Natasha sputter. Ah, yes. Sarah and her ever-fascination with Rocket Raccoon will never not amuse any of the other Avengers.

“Make sure to tell him that, honey,” Steve suddenly piped up, having walked back with Melina. He stood next to Natasha and planted to swift kiss to her lips.

Natasha wrinkled her nose, flicking his arm. “You stink, go shower after your son,” she waved him off, sending him laughing up to their room to get changed.

“And do you remember what animal group monkeys are a part of?” Melina asked, kneeling on one knee next to Sarah.

Sarah paused for a minute, scrunching up her brows in the same way as Steve often would when thinking - something Natasha would often tease him about - before answering. “Primates!”

This made Melina beam and kiss her forehead before standing up. “Very good, baby! You’re the smartest little girl I know!” she praised, making Sarah giggle. Turning to Natasha and Alexei, she inclined her head to the kitchen. “Come on, dinner should be ready soon.”

Once Steve and James got back and helped set the table, they all gathered around the table to eat. Melina made Borscht and Stroganoff - both of which are favorites of James and Sarah. They were laughing about how Sarah tried to ride one of the ponies at the zoo thinking it would be as tame as Melina’s pony, only to have it get spooked and run away when the doorbell rang. The adults all exchanged a look as Alexei stood up to answer the door.

“Who’s that grandma?” James asked, glancing up before taking a bite of his food.

“Your favorite aunt, it’s who!” A voice bellowed, followed by a tapping of feet.

“Auntie Yelena!” Both children chorused, rushing out of their seats to greet their aunt before she even reached the kitchen. “Fanny!” they squealed once the dog found them and started circling their feet.

Yelena walked into the kitchen with Sarah and James latched on both of her sides, Fanny following right on their heels. “Hello, everybody. Thanks for not waiting for me before eating,” she deadpanned.

“We didn’t even know you were coming.” Melina answered, scooping more soup into Steve’s bowl.

Yelena’s mouth dropped. “Natasha knew! I texted her. This is so unfair,” she huffed and sat down on the available seat next to Steve once the kids let go of her.

“What? I wanted it to be a surprise!” Natasha argued, smirking at her sister. “Isn’t that what you would’ve wanted?” she asked before eating a spoonful of Stroganoff. Yelena pouted, taking a piece of bread and biting into it.

Conversation flowed nicely throughout dinner, and it wasn’t until everyone moved into the living room while eating dessert did Yelena start braiding Sarah’s hair. “Are you ever going to color your hair, honey?” She asked, her fingers swiftly yet delicately weaving through the little girl’s hair.

“Oh please, Yelena, she’s six. Don’t give her any ideas,” Natasha waved her off, passing the bowl of ice cream to Steve.

Melina laughed, getting everyone’s attention. “It’s funny you say that, you know. Considering you would put temporary dyes in Yelena’s hair when you were younger. Not to mention your blue hair,” she nudged Alexei’s side, making him snort. “Remember?”

Steve looked at Natasha, his mouth dropping fractionally. “You had blue hair?” That got James’ attention too, as he turned to them from the TV.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at Melina before looking at Steve. “You’ve seen me with how many different hair colors already?”

“Yes, but that’s different because those are for missions, so it doesn’t mean the same. You had honest-to-god blue hair?” he tried asking again.

“Didn’t you bring the photo album with you, mama?” Yelena asked, looking up at Melina.

Melina nodded and stood up from the couch, plucking the album from one of her bookshelves. “Here, see?” She brought it over to where Steve and Natasha were sitting, setting it on the coffee table in front of them.

The photo album looked worn but the pictures were still clear, surprisingly. It contained the tale of their undercover family in Ohio, yet it all felt very real. Steve smiled softly at a young Natasha - he’s seen some of this pictures before, but the photobooth shots of a young her and Yelena have been new additions to the album. He figured they might have had it restored because it looked crisp and blown up.

“Wow, she wasn’t kidding. You did have blue hair,” he remarked, making Natasha glare at him. “What? It looks good! You looked so… punk.”

“She does have a flair for the dramatic,” Yelena agreed, tying Sarah’s braid in place. “There, all done! Show your mama.”

Sarah skipped to Natasha’s side, showing off her new braid and getting praises from her parents. She looked down to where everyone was looking at, noting the pictures for the first time. “Is that you, Aunt Yelena?” she pointed to a picture of a little girl holding a box in front of a tree.

Yelena knelt down next to the table to look at which photo she was pointing at and stifled a laugh. The ends of her hair in that picture have tints of pink in them, probably from one of Natasha’s so-called “experiments” back then - where she would usually test out a color on Yelena’s hair too before committing all of it on hers. She nodded at Sarah, “Yes, honey, that’s me. That’s your mom next to me.” she pointed at where a young Natasha was smiling brightly at the camera.

“Your hair looked like candy!”

Looking smug, Yelena leaned back to look at her sister in the eye, who was already shaking her head. “Well, honey, it’s a good thing your mom knows a lot about hair colors.”

Steve snorted at the inside joke between them just as Sarah started rattling off a list of colors she wants to try. It sounds like she might just be listing every color she can recall, but Yelena knows Natasha has at least found her new muse to experiment hair colors with.

#romanogers #stevenat #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #fanfic #my fic #post-endgame #black widow #anon #captain america #this turned really mushy #might make this multi-chaptered #if u guys send me prompts for other adventures haha #kinda connects with my other fics #avengers #marvel #yelena boleva #melina vostokoff #alexei shoskatoff #red guardian #iron maiden #mcu #james rogers #sarah rogers #rocket raccoon

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oooOoOoOooo a chris evans request where him and th reader have a date night

I know I said I won’t be writing today but I couldn’t fight the urge to write for you lovelies! Anyways how’re my boos doing?!

Let me know what you think!

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Chris

Warnings: parenting, breast feeding and lots of fluff.

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Being new parents to your wonderful new daughter has been nothing but a blessing. She was an absolute angel and a sweet devil in disguise whenever she woke you couple up in the middle of the night. There were times where she just wanted to play and sometimes we’ll most of the time it’s cause she got hungry making Chris bring her tiny body to your sleeping self, he never felt more guiltier of waking someone who just wanted to rest after a tiring day of stepping into the world of parenting.

“Sweetheart?”

“Honey wake up, doll won’t stop crying. I think she’s hungry.” He’d whisper rubbing your head as he sits beside your sleeping figure. After a few seconds of hearing her loud screech you sit up taking her from her dad’s embrace you’d place her on your lap. Eyes still closed licit if the t-shirt you’d bring the infant closer to your nipple to which she’d instantly latch.

“I’m sorry. She won’t stop crying. I hate waking you up” Chris whispered placing a small kiss on your head and then baby’s as you rest it on his shoulder cuddling to him.

“It’s okay. I love you”

“I love you too”

No doubt taking caring of a new born turned out to be much difficult than you both expected. It was nothing like taking care of two pups that you had in the house. There were times when you just stood in the kitchen crying—feeling disgusted with yourself. With post pregnancy weight, hormonal changes, stress of being a good parent, clothes that always smelled like milk puke was just too much.

Chris on the other hand was trying his best to help you in the best way possible but at the end of the day he’s the dad and you’re the mom. He even took a little break from cinema to focus on his two girls as he didn’t want to waste any single second he could spend with her. But seeing you tired and stressed out broke his heart. He just wanted his lady back. You gave him the most precious gift of the world and all he wanted to do was show you gratitude and how much he loved you.

So when he asked if Lisa could baby sit your little angel for a few hours just so that he can set you up a little date and make you feel appreciated, the generous woman said yes within a heartbeat. She was more than delighted to spend quality time with her latest grandchild and was much proud of her son being a true gentleman.

“Okay so make sure her milk isn’t too warm, and if she starts crying or fussing just call us. We don’t want to bother you much” you said rubbing the back of the head of the baby that nestled in the arms of her grandma.

“Hey it’s okay darling. I know my way with kids. How do you think this fella grew up.” She laughed making you chuckle as she brought your forehead down to her lips pecking the soft skin like a mother she is.

“It’s okay honey. Mom is pretty trustable around kids.” Chris snickered kissing his mother’s cheek and then your daughter’s nose as you did the same.

“Bye mumma’s baby. I love you” you whispered before away.

“Daddy loves you too angel, don’t be bother granny much” he said before Lisa turned around as settle the little one in the baby’s seat. You both stayed outside until she drove away and wasn’t to be seen.

“Now it’s time for our date I suppose my lady” Chris said cheekily offering you his arm as you giggled before liking it with him. Leading you to the table he was trying to set the whole evening made you gasp. It all looked so adorable. The lights were off. There were rose petals everywhere which indeed were going to be a lot to clean and the table was set up with a candle and two plates of your favourite meal chris prepared himself.

Before Lisa arrived he told you to spend time with your daughter and take a bath knowing you would be a little emotional being away for the first time from your child even it was only for a mere hours.

“This is all so perfect honey.” You smiled taking his face between your hands and giving his lips a warm rather long kiss before Chris walks over to the chair and pulls you out for you. Happily you get seated with Chris joining you in the opposite direction.

He pours you both a glass of orange juice knowing you breast feed your little girl and can’t really have alcohol. Raising the glass in the air for a little toast he says ever so deeply admiring your face which is glowing with the new motherhood and the illuminating candle lifts up your beauty even more.

“To our daughter.”

After you guys finish up with the dinner which was not to mention all finger licking good, Chris offered it you would like to dance and how could you say no. He turned on the old vinyl record as you both swayed your bodies to the soft playing music. His hands in yours and your head on his chest making your inner self calm listening to the beat of it. The moment was perfect. You wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“Baby, I just wanted to say I cannot thank you enough. I cannot thank you enough for making me the happiest man alive, for blessing me with the most precious gift a man could ever have. For making me a husband and a father. For giving me the love I always desired. Just promise me you won’t ever leave me”

Chris whispered with eyes full of love and a hint of fear making you pull away to look up at him. The man looked like he’s never seen something more beautiful in his entire life than the woman swaying with him. He looked at you as if you put starts in his sky which you did. And there was no lie in what he said.

Ever since Chris found you he’s been nothing but a happy man. His life became full. The purpose was like completed, and the second his daughter came into this world, he felt the urge the protect you both from the cruelty with whatever he could. He swore to his life that day never to let anyone touch you or hurt either of you in any sort of way. He now didn’t have only one but two women in his life for whom he would die for with a smile on his face.

“I love you too sweetie. I could have never been prouder of you and thankful to you for what you do for our munchkin and I. You may seem tough but I’ve seen you cry at night holding our daughter because of how much you love and her and don’t want her to grow up. But remember Chris, no matter what she and I are always there for you. We’re your family and we’re never ever leaving you. You’ve no idea how much she and I love you baby. We love you so much”

You said looking at him cupping his cheek with your hand. It’s not like Chris wasn’t aware of the fact that you loved him, oh he would never doubt your love for him. He just sometimes needed reassurance, and there’s no way you would deny to assure him your love for him. He deserved to know the feelings you have.

“I love you so much.” He whispered dropping his head on your, voice laced with utter affection and warmth. Lips tilted up in a shy smile and eyes dropping to your lips before looking at your eyes. Making the move you leaned forward before catching his with yours. Desperate and needy he wasted no second moving his lips against yours gently.

“I love your too sweet angel” you mumbled against his plumped soft pair of lips before continuing your dance of love.

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[nylwnder]

GUYS IM BACK AND I FINISHED WATCHING ALL OR NOTHING WITH MY CUZ LAST NIGHT.

i’m def like not okay, but tbh when am i okay with these guys?? 😭😭😭

i was straight on vibing between 1-3, then in 4 i knew what was gonna happen and what the last episode would hold. in 5, like we legit had to stop to just mentally prepare!!! it broke me ngl.

just some stuff i wanted to say, random things i was thinking, etc :

THE FACT THE WILLY WAS HALF NAKED THE WHOLE FUCKISJH TIME

NO NO THE AMOUNT OF THIGHS I SAW OMF PLSSSSS. I WAS DEAD WHEEZING WITH MY COUSIN 💀💀

FELIX! PABLO! ZEUS! AND MUZZY’S DOG!!! ICONS!!!

UGH I LOVED RELIVING ALL THE SEXY GOALS

ALL THE INJURIES AND ALL THE BEHIND THE SCENE TREATMENTS WHETHER ITS IMMEDIATELY OR DAYS, WEEKS, GAMES LATER. LIKE I HOPE ALL THE INSENSITIVE ASS PPL KNOW THESE GUYS ARE HUMAN. PLS PLS PLS DONT HATE THEM FOR BEING SLOW OR SHIT. LIKE THEY ARE TIRED AND IN PAIN. THIS SHIT ISNT EASY.

SPEZZ!!!!!! THATS MY DAD <3<3<3<3<3 i was living every time he was on the screen

OMG YALL DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED TO CRY EVERY TIME FREDDIE WOULD COME ON. AND LIKE SEEING HIM IN HOODIES AND COMFY CLOTHES 🥺🥺🥺 NO BUT HES SO QUIET AND SOFT I JUS WANTED TO CUDDLE SIR

zachary martin hyman, why would you hurt me like this. why??????????? 💔💔💔💔💔

DID I SEE FOLGINO’S ASS????? serious question……. didn’t need it💀✋ (it was when he was getting treatment)

bogo crying about his grandma….. 😢

kyle dubas pls be my therapist. he’s just so calming.

WHERE IS MY KERFY CONTENT???? OR TJ????? BITCH I BARLEY GOT ANY

jt n aryne n jace n axton,,,, they’re so cute omg!!!!

nah i had to legit mentally prepare cause i knew jt’s accident was going to show. i just had to keep telling myself he’s alright now 😭😭 so everytime he smiled i was so happy

the stuff they were telling him tho, sobs omf that must have been horrible

I DEAD ASS LAUGHED WHEN THEY STARTED TO PLAY ‘BUSS IT’ CAUSE ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS MY JT FANCAM WITH THAY SONG (it’s on @tmlvibez on instagram!!!!!)

OMG WHEN WILLY AND SANDY AND ALEX WENT TO DRIVE THOSE CARS,,,, THAT WAS REAL SEXC I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO DO THAT WITH THEM 😩😩 it’s just the way willy holds the wheel idk bajssjaosiiakakdjk

SOME MORE THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

the ✨f bombs✨

but chief keefes yelling! i know i would prob do the same but if that man would yell at me i would cry.

THE SINGING!!!!! AND WHEN THEY PLAYED SINCE U BEEN GONE I LAUGHED 💀💀

i wanna be the hair stylist so i too can get all the secrets ✨✨✨

WHEN JT CAME BACK, JUMBO AND WILLY SLAPPING HIS ASS AND JT IS UNBOTHERED!!!! ICONIC. 😌✋

JACK BAWLING AT THE FUCKING END. I WAS DEAD ASS BROKEN. I NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN OMG I HATE IT. I HÂTE IT. I HTAE IT.

AND THEN ALL THE OTHER BOYS SOBBING LIKE SHUT UP STOP

and SPEZZ!! SPEZZY, DAD, U DONT DESERVE THIS!!!!!!!!!

anyways, i loved this!!!! i just wanted to see all the inside of their world and i think it delivered cause we def have new insight!! but do would’ve loved some more hangouts of the boys!

10/10 duh!!!!!! 💙🤍 (acc maybe a 9/10 but, idk i love whatever they give me 😩)

#toronto maple leafs #all or nothing docuseries #william nylander #frederik andersen #john tavares #jack campbell #zach hyman #jason spezza #kyle dubas