#happy birthday petey!

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     “....Wait it’s my birthday?”

#&& IC (Peter Parker) #things mun didn't realize: This. Happy birthday Petey!

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ihf’s art reminded me of this blog and then Shiloh, and I was like “when IS his birthday?” and…low and behold, it was yesterday lmao

#stinki speaks #happy birthday ig skfjkjfs #I knew I made someone born this month #I never remember my soulies actual birth days just a vague feeling like ‘hmm I THINK their birthday is this month’ #petey’s is too he’s the 14th

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Penalty Box— Imagines Edition: Not So Happy Birthday (Part Two)

GENERAL MASTERLIST

part one

happy birthday to me! have a present🤍 sorry it's so short!

warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of underage drinking, crying, anxiety, fighting, mentions of prison

word count: 1.9k

Previously

“I can’t believe him,” Jamie scoffed. “He told me he fucked up, but that was a whole new level of fucking up.”

“He crossed so many lines,” Cole agreed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well…” you took a deep breath, “I probably did, too. I don’t even remember some of the other awful things I said before I sobered up.”

“He had no right,” Petey piped up.

You nodded and brought your knees close to your chest and leaned more into Quinn, “I don’t want us to go to bed angry.”

“I don’t want him in this house right now, Sissy,” Quinn said.

“I know; I don’t want him either. I just don’t want to go to bed angry. We’ve never done that in our four plus years of dating, and I don’t want to start now.”

“He said the same thing in the car,” Cole admitted.

“He was a real mess,” Jamie admitted. “He couldn’t tell us what happened. He could barely get a word out.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as more tears slipped out. You knew what you had to do– what you wanted to do.

“Cole, can you come sit with me while I call him upstairs?” you asked quietly.

“You don’t want me?” Quinn asked, confused.

“I love you, Quinny, but sometimes best friend number two is better suited for a job,” you slightly smiled at him.

“You got me there,” Quinn breathed out a laugh.

He let go of his hold on you as you accepted Cole’s hand to walk up the stairs with you. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kept your hand in his as you picked up your phone to call your boyfriend. Trevor picked up his phone immediately, “Hello?!”

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I cannot believe–”

“I’m sorry, too,” you cut him off. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to bed angry.”

“Yeah,” Trevor sighed. “Me either.”

“I love you,” you breathed. You squeezed Cole’s hand in fear that he might not say it back.

“I love you, too,” he finally answered.

“Always?”

“Forever.”

— — —

You woke up just after six am the next morning after a restless night full of overthinking. Quinn was knocked out on the other side of his bed, so you carefully slid out from under the covers to go downstairs. You made yourself a cup of coffee then wrapped yourself in a throw blanket as you sat and slowly sipped your drink on the end of the couch. You were completely zoned out. The only thing going through your mind are various fake situations as to how today’s talk with Trevor will go. You had practiced the made up conversation in your head that you could probably direct a movie scene for it.

You didn’t know if Trevor was awake yet and it was killing you. Is he going to call first? Or is he anxiously waiting for you to call him since you have to give him permission to even walk in the house. Your anxiety was killing you, so you decided to go outside and sit on the front porch in order to avoid anyone that might wake up soon.

The answer to the questions in your head was answered as soon as you stepped outside. Trevor was sitting in his car at the end of the driveway with his head laying on the steering wheel. He was just as a mess as you were. You stood right in front of the door to the house, contemplating on turning right back around and going inside. Trevor hadn’t noticed you yet. You could do it and avoid what needed to happen for a little while longer. You could leave the helpless boy alone in his car. You could go sit back down on the couch and listen to your thoughts screaming at you. You could, but you didn’t want to.

You sat in one of the porch chairs and pulled out your phone. You scrolled to Trevor’s contact and pressed call, not wanting to brave the walk down to his car.

“Good morning,” Trevor said when he answered the call. The sound of his voice broke your heart. It was obvious that he had been crying.

“Good morning,” you echoed.

“Did you sleep–”

“Get out of your car,” you cut him off. Trevor whipped his head around with wide eyes as he looked to see you on the porch.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“No,” you sighed. “But you should do it anyway.”

You watched him as he carefully walked up the driveway as if he was preparing for you to tell him to turn back around. You put your head down once he got close to you. You were almost ashamed at how nervous you felt. He’s your boyfriend for fucks sake! He’s your soulmate, you’re lifeline.

He’s the person who hurt you last night. On your birthday. While in jail.

Trevor knelt down on his knees in front of you and slowly brought his hand up to your cheek. You closed your eyes and pursed your quivering lips. Last night, all you wanted was to see him, so why were you so scared?

“Please look at me, Y/N,” Trevor pleaded in a whisper. He slowly drew his thumb across your cheek bone, “Please.”

He sighed in relief when you finally opened your eyes to look at him. It was evident that he had no sleep, and the pain in his eyes made you want to skip the whole conversation part and throw yourself into his arms. He needed you just as bad as you needed him. This was killing both of you.

“I know you’ve thought of a million different ways for how this will go, but I need you to let me go off your script, okay? Let me talk first.” Trevor took a deep breath when you nodded. “I am so unbelievably sorry for what I said last night. I should’ve thought things through before I opened my mouth and said things I didn’t mean. You’ve been through things that no one should ever have to go through. Things that I can’t even try to relate to. It wasn’t okay for me to throw that in your face when the reason that I was upset had nothing to do with that.

“I shouldn’t have even been upset! I assumed things that weren’t even true and then got mad that you flipped it on me and I stepped way out of line. I kept replaying things over and over last night and you were right. You didn’t know who the guy was and so many of our friends have come up behind you in the same way, so I get that that was your first thought. You looked absolutely beautiful last night. Not for me, not for strangers, but for you.

“I got flashbacks to one of our high school parties before we got together when Jack said that you dressed up just for me and then you talked with some other guy the second we walked into that club and I don’t even know why. My stupid high school insecurities that you were into anybody else but me came back up and I turned into a total dick because of it. None of this is an excuse. I don’t want it to be an excuse, I just want you to know why I acted like that. The universe decided to pull a cruel joke on me and I got scared. I am so sorry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean a word I said and I’ll get it if you never want to see me again. I just need you to know that I’m sorry and that I love you.”

You didn’t know how to feel. Nothing that he just said was even close to what made-up Trevor said, and you were thrown for a loop. You understood that fear and anxiety could play tricks on you and warp your mind. It makes you act out in self defense, sometimes rather stupidly. The alcohol definitely made it worse. It certainly does for you. It did the night of the party that he was talking about.

“I didn’t want to talk to that guy that night,” you said. “I tried to walk away, but you were surrounded by girls. The beer got the best of me and I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me, so I stayed. But I did dress up for you. Jack was telling the truth.”

Trevor softly smiled and tucked some hair behind your ear, “I guess we went back in time last night, huh? Just reversed the roles.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You decided it was your turn after the silence lingered for a bit. “I’m sorry, too. I know you have to be nice to the fans and I honestly never think anything of it. I was hurt and mad and I lashed back. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Can you give me one more chance?” Trevor asked you. His voice was shaky and ridden with fear.

You smiled and got down on the ground to be on his level. You ran your fingers through the sides of his hair and settled your hands at the nape of his neck, “You never lost your current one.”

You slowly brought your lips to his and kissed him softly. It was quick, but it said all that you needed to say. You rested your forehead against his when your lips parted and felt your body relax as soon as his steady breaths hit your face. It had only been a night, and you were used to spending nights away from him while he was on roadies, but the absence of his touch last night left you feeling like a part of you was missing. It didn’t matter that you fought, all you wanted was him.

“I love you,” Trevor breathed. “Forever.”

“I love you, always.”

“How about we go inside and I make you a fresh cup of coffee? Do you think Quinn will kill me if he sees me inside?”

“Maybe,” you joked. “But I think I can take him.”

“You can definitely take him,” Trevor said.

You laughed and accepted Trevor’s hand to be pulled off the ground. He grabbed your blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, took your half drunk cup of coffee in his hand, and followed you inside.

You smiled to yourself on the couch when you heard Trevor softly singing as he made the two of you coffee. He always made his cup first and your cup second so that yours would be the warmest out of the two. You knew it didn’t really make a difference, but it’s one of your favorite things that Trevor does for you. You looked back and watched him as he poured the creamer into his cup and patiently waited for yours to finish brewing.

Your smile grew when Trevor smiled back at you when he noticed you watching as he walked towards the living room. Trevor kissed your forehead before handing you your mug, just as he always did. You leaned against his shoulder once he sat down next to you, finally feeling content.

“How long do you think we have until anyone wakes up?” Trevor asked you.

“Probably a few hours,” you chuckled. “Not everyone couldn’t sleep last night and got up at the crack of dawn.”

“So does that mean we have time to…?” he trailed off, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“Trevor Zegras,” you faked a gasp. “Are you asking for makeup sex?”

“I would never!” Trevor played along.

“Petey’s asleep in my room,” you said.

“Race you to the car?”

“You’re on.”

#penalty box series #penalty box series: imagines edition #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras au #trevor zegras fanfic #trevor zegras angst #quinn hughes imagine #trevor zegras #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey imagine #hockey fanfic #trevor zegras x y/n

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Happy Birthday, Sarah

gif by @gabelandeskog

Title: Happy Birthday, Sarah - Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (ofc)

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts

Warnings: None. Just some fluff sweet enough to rot your teeth out. 

Summary: Quinn is gone over Sarah’s Birthday. 

Word Count: 1,500

Comments: I don’t really have any, other than this turned out so sweet, and I love it.

If you liked it, please let me know! Your comments and questions inspire me to keep writing! 

Happy Birthday, Sarah

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

“Happy Birthday, Ms. Roberts,” Quinn’s doorman said as he welcomed her into the lobby. 

“Thank you, Reese. How’s your day so far?” 

“Oh, can’t complain. Lots of studying to do today?” 

“Yeah,” she took a deep breath, “I've got a test on Thursday to prep for.” 

“Well, good luck.” 

As she waited for and took the elevator, she wondered how he knew it was her birthday. Perhaps they had some kind of calendar that kept track of their tenants' important dates. When Quinn gave her a key, she had to submit her drivers license and complete a background check, which she thought was wild, but Quinn assured her was routine with the building. Even Petey had to do one when he stayed with Quinn for a week earlier in the season. 

When she scanned into the apartment, it became clear exactly how he knew it was her birthday. A bouquet of flowers sat in the middle of the dining room table. They definitely weren't there when she’d left the night before. Quinn must have had Reese bring them in that morning. 

Tears sprang to her eyes, and she laughed a little as she shook her head. 

The flowers were stunning. Pink peonies in perfect, full bloom. They were in an interesting square vase with some small white and purple flowers and fronds of a velvety looking greenery nestled in among them. They must have cost an enormous amount of money. Peonies weren't in season until later in the year and there had to be at least a dozen and a half in there.

Two small gifts and a card were in front of the chair she usually sat in to do her homework. 

Quinn was certainly trying to make up for the fact that he wasn’t here. 

They’d talked on the phone for a long time the night before as she lay in his bed. He'd sounded genuinely distraught to be missing her birthday. 

She assured him it was just another day, and they would celebrate when he got back. Besides, she was used to missing people on her birthday. 

Now, standing in this enormous apartment, she sighed, wishing he was here. Yes, she was used to missing people, and knew Quinn didn’t necessarily choose to be gone. Still, she would rather give back these beautiful flowers and any gift he may have bought her to have him here. 

At least she had dinner with Travis, Tanner and the kids, and then drinks with her roommates later on. 

She wiped her eyes and picked up the card. Her name was on the envelope in Quinns untidy, cramped handwriting. 

The card was simple. Nothing more than a folded piece of pink cardstock with ‘Happy Birthday’ written on the front in delicate gold calligraphy. 

He’d written in black ink on the inside: Happy Birthday, Sarah!  I hope you have a great day. I wish I could be there, but I’m excited to celebrate with you in a few days. Call me when you get this - Quinn

She wiped her cheeks again, clearing the mascara stains from under her eyes and facetimed him. 

Before she caught more than a brief glimpse of his face, the phone was wrestled out of his hand.

The camera was turned around as he protested, “Hey!”

She had to close her eyes as the picture shook with the ensuing scuffle. 

“Guys! Guys! It’s her!”

Someone finally gained possession and was pointing the phone around the bus. 

All at once, an entire team of hockey players was singing Happy Birthday to her. Some were standing out of their seats belting it out with all their gusto, and others were just singing along, not looking up from their devices. 

Sarah laughed, blinking back a fresh wave of tears. It sucked to have him gone, but this was sweet. 

They ended with a very off key “Yooooou!” and the camera turned back to the front, showing Elias with a teasing, mischievous glint in his eyes, “Happy birthday, Sarah!” he said. “Thanks for making Huggy bearable!” 

Lots of guys around them laughed, and Quinn took the phone back, shoving him out of the picture. 

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, switching the audio to his airpods, “Some of the guys found out it’s your birthday and, well, you saw.” He smiled through the bright blush on his cheeks, “Happy birthday, beautiful.” 

“Thank you so much,” she said, her voice a little wobbly. 

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” Brock mocked over the back of Quinn's seat, forcing his way into frame. 

“Get out of here, dick,” Quinn said, shoving him away. 

She heard someone cackle. 

“I'm sorry about them,” he said, blushing somehow brighter.

Sarah grinned, “it's fine. That was really sweet.” 

The guys had finally gone back to their own conversations. Elias had even moved to the row behind with Brock to give Quinn a bit more privacy. 

“The flowers are so beautiful,” she said. 

“Eunice said Peonies are your favorite.” 

“They are. They're so lovely.” 

“The florist put some other stuff in there. He said they're your birth month flower.” 

“I thought those were daisies.” 

He shrugged.

“Well, whatever they are, they're so beautiful. Thank you.” 

“You're welcome. Did you open your gifts yet?” 

Shaking her head, she propped her phone up against the vase and sat down.

Each gift was wrapped in shiny ocean-like blue paper with the kind of precision that told her someone else did it. Quinn would never have the patience to wrap gifts this tightly. 

One was long and thin while the other was more of a cube. 

She had a sudden, consuming worry that he had bought her jewelry, which seemed too formal for the fact that they hadn't even been dating for six months. 

Hesitation building in her stomach, she asked, “should I open one before the other?” 

“The long one first.” 

She could tell from the look on Quinn’s face that he just wanted her to tear into it, but she took her time, trying to calm her nerves. A flat white box greeted her. As she pulled the paper away and realized what it was, her eyes darted to her phone, where he was watching, smiling expectantly.

“Quinn,” she said, bringing a hand to her mouth, “this is too much.”

He shook his head and held himself back from telling her it wasn’t enough. “I know you have to keep your phone in your bag at the aquarium, so I thought this might help,” he said. “It’s the new one that’s really water resistant so you don’t have to worry about dunking it in the tanks.” 

It was like he knew she’d been lusting after an apple watch since they were released, but couldn’t justify the cost with the risk of water damage that came with her job.

“I know you don’t like the silicone bands, but that was all they had at the store,” he said. He’d tried to give her a silicone bracelet once, and she’d grimaced apologetically as she told him she hated the feel of them on her wrist. “I ordered some different straps, but they haven’t come yet.” 

Behind him, he heard Elias and Brock sniggering. He flipped them off with the hand not holding his phone and they howled with laughter.

When she looked back into the camera, there were tears in her eyes. “Thank you. I wish you were here so I could kiss you.” 

“I wish I was there, too.” 

The other gift was a set of airpods. Quinn insisted they came with the watch as a kind of promotion. She wasn’t totally sure if she believed that or not, but she was thankful all the same. 

“I really don’t even know what to say,” she confessed, “Thank you so much.” 

“You’re welcome. Happy Birthday.” 

They chatted for a few more minutes before the bus arrived, and Quinn had to hang up. 

Unable to help herself, Sarah googled the watch, and gasped when she saw the price tag. The underwater capabilities came with a hefty price increase of nearly three times more than a regular smart watch. 

Quinn! she sent him, This watch was $800! 

When her message came through, Quinn laughed a little. He’d been expecting it. 

Was this more than he’d spent on a gift for someone he’d been dating less than six months in the past? Yes. But things felt different with Sarah. He wasn’t waiting to see if they would work. He’d never felt like this before - like he knew they would be together for a long, long time. That first time he talked to her, it was like finding a sudden, missing puzzle piece in his life, and they had only continued getting better since then. 

Plus, he had the money to solve a problem he knew bothered her, so why not just do it? 

 I’d spend it again to make you happy. 

Happy Birthday, Sarah. 

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Romanoff's baby sister pt. 2

Y/N: 7 years old Natasha: 32 years old Story: Nat and Yelena prepare a birthday party for their little sister… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's been a few weeks since Natasha and Yelena brought Y/N to the compound. The little girl got along really well with all of the Avengers and she even goes to school. Y/N isn't exactly thrilled about it but she found a few friends, so she's always excited to see them.

It's Y/N's 7th birthday today and both of her sisters are super excited about it. Both want to make the day special for their little sister as it's her first ever birthday outside of the Red Room. Natasha even invited Melina and Alexei to come over.

Y/N's been asking her older sisters about their parents. It's one of the topics the kids at school talk about and it made Y/N wonder what happened to her parents. Natasha explained her little sister everything and even talked to Melina and Alexei who are super excited about being introduced to Y/N as her parents.

"Wakey, wakey, Y/N. You have a big day ahead of you" Natasha smiles, sitting on Y/N's bed and running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

"It's Saturday, Natty" Y/N mumbles after letting out a groan, turning her back at Natasha.

"It is, but it's your birthday today. Or do you want me to tell everyone we won't be celebrating your birthday?" Natasha teases, tickling Y/N's back which makes the tiny one laugh and move around the bed to escape Natasha's tickles.

"We celebrate birthday?" Y/N looks at Natasha confused, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"We do. We celebrate getting one year older every year" Natasha smiles, brushing Y/N's hair out of her face. "And I think Wanda's making some special birthday pancakes for you, so we should go before Steve eats them all" Natasha teases. Y/N giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. "Come on, my big birthday girl" Natasha chuckles, lifting her sister up and sitting her onto her hip.

Natasha carries Y/N to the kitchen where all the Avengers are already waiting. Y/N rests her head on Natasha's shoulder, playing with Natasha's arrow necklace.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!" Everyone shouts as soon as the pair steps into the kitchen. Confused Y/N shoots her head up, wondering what's happening.

"Happy birthday, baby sister" Yelena walks over to the pair, stealing Y/N from Natasha's arms and giving her a hug. Y/N smiles, her cheeks darkening as she's not used to all the attention she's currently getting.

"There's my little birthday girl" Wanda smiles, taking Y/N into her arms and also giving her a hug. "Would my little monkey like to have pancakes for breakfast?" Wanda asks the little girl, her smile growing bigger when Y/N nods with a smile.

The team eats Wanda's delicious pancakes for breakfast, chatting while doing so. Y/N's mumbling something to Wanda who listens carefully with a smile on her face while eating her own breakfast.

Once they're all done with eating, Natasha takes Y/N's hand in her own, leading her little sister to the living room where are all of her presents waiting, the team following them. Y/N gasps when she sees the entire living room filled with presents and looks up at Natasha who gives her a warm smile, telling her to go and unwrap them.

Y/N shyly walks over to the first present she sees, carefully unwrapping it and gasping when she finds a toy web shooter Peter got her.

"Natty! Lena! Look! I can be like Petey!" Y/N grins, showing her sisters what she got. "Petey! I can help you to catch the bad guys now!" Y/N says, running to Peter and hugging his legs.

While Y/N's opening her presents, Melina and Alexei finally arrives. Natasha sneaks out of the living room when Y/N's overwhelemed with her new toys, and goes to greet her parents.

The readhead leads them to the living room, smiling when she sees her little sister interact with her girlfriend. The witch is surely one of Y/N's favorite people in the world.

"Детка, can you come here? I have a surprise for you" Natasha smiles when Y/N makes her way over to her with a big smile on her face, already reaching her arms for Natasha. The redhead lifts her little sister up, turning around to face Melina and Alexei. (baby)

"Look who came to wish you a happy birthday" Natasha says, rubbing Y/N's back.

"Is that… mom Melina and dad Alexei?" Y/N whispers which makes Natasha chuckle and nod, Yelena already greeting her parents with a hug.

"Hi, sweetheart. I'm so happy to finally meet you" Melina starts first, smiling at her youngest daughter who blushes and mumbles a small 'hi' before burying her face into her oldest sister's neck.

"Look who got shy all of a sudden" Natasha chuckles, tickling Y/N's side on which the little one laughs, pushing Natasha's hand away.

"Natty, stop!" Y/N laughs out after another failed attempt of pushing Nat's hand away. Natasha eventually stops, pressing a kiss to her sister's forehead.

"How about you show mom and dad what toys did you get, hm?" Natasha suggests, standing Y/N on the ground. Y/N looks up at Natasha who gives her a warm smile and an encouraging nod, so she shyly takes Melina's and Alexei's hands in hers and drags them to the bunch of toys that are in the middle of the living room.

A few minutes pass and Y/N's already warmed up to her parents, telling them everything that had happened in the past few weeks. That's until Yelena calls the tiny one, wanting to give her one more gift while Natasha's in a conversation with her girlfriend.

Y/N carefully unwraps the heavy gift Yelena got her, confused about what she's found inside.

"Water?" Y/N questions, studying the bottle of vodka. Natasha immediately turns her head, checking up if Yelena's not gifted Y/N what she think she has.

"That's not water, that's-" Yelena starts explaining, immediately getting cut off by her older sister.

"That's not for little girls like Y/N, sweetheart" Natasha says, sitting down on the ground and pulling Y/N onto her lap. "Yelena, are you out of your mind?! She's 7!" Natasha whisper yells at Yelena.

"But it's just water, Natty" Y/N says innocently, wondering why is Natasha so mad at Yelena right now.

———————————

The time went by fast and everyone is either asleep or doing their own stuff. Y/N went to bed a few hours ago, making sure to tell Natasha how much she enjoyed today's day which made Natasha really happy.

However, now is Y/N walking towards her sister's room with a teddy bear in her arms, her cheeks stained from tears as she woke up after a horrible nightmare. The little one keeps getting nightmares about the Red Room. It's getting better, but she still has them time to time.

Y/N walks to the side her sister sleeps on, trying to not wake Wanda up as she's sleeping on the other side of the bed.

"Natty?" Y/N whispers, shaking Natasha's hand to wake her up. "Natty?" She tries again after no response, pulling Natasha's hand a little harder.

"Y/N/N, wha- what happened?" Natasha asks, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She lifts Y/N up, sitting her on her lap, immediately understanding what happened. "Did you have another nightmare?" She asks, stroking Y/N's hair.

"Mhm" Y/N only nods, wrapping her arms around Natasha and pressing her face to her sister's chest.

"It's okay, детка. You're safe with me" Natasha whispers, rubbing Y/N's back and pressing kisses to Y/N's head. (baby)

"Natty, I don't want to leave you" Y/N says, looking up at Natasha with new tears forming in her eyes.

"What do you mean, honey?" Natasha questions, confused by her sister's question.

"I don't want to go with mom and dad. I want to stay with you" Y/N says, Natasha furrowing her brows in response. They never spoke about Y/N leaving with Melina and Alexei, so she has no idea how Y/N came up with this.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to go anywhere. You're staying here with me. How that came up to your mind?" Natasha asks, wiping Y/N's tears away.

"Because kids live with their parents. But I want to live with you" Y/N explains. Natasha smiles, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"Y/N/N, I promise you don't have to go anywhere. You're my little sister, I wouldn't give you to anyone" Natasha says with a smile, booping Y/N's nose. Y/N smiles in response, wrapping her arms around Natasha once again and giving her sister a hug.

"I love you, Natty" Y/N mumbles, struggling to keep her eyes open. Natasha smiles, kissing the top of Y/N's head in response.

"I love you too, Y/N/N" ---------------------- I can't last another day without a trailer to North Star and His Three Daughters😭 I need to see the movies sooo bad!!

Also, am I the only one who didn't know Lizzie is supposed to play a lesbian in The Assessment? I only just read an article that said it and I'm literally freaking out right now!

Scarlett and Lizzie playing GIRLKISSERS!!!

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Could you please write a drabble about frat!Peter's birthday and how he would spend it? (Today's canonically Peter's birthday)

If you could include not dating and dating trouble scenarios it would be amazing 🫶🏼

((ok so, in the story trouble doesn't 'know' peter on his birthday cause they met after his birthday. but, for the sake of content this is how they would spend it together))

not dating:

trouble has no qualms about her emotions, she is very open and very loving and even if peter's more closed off that doesn't mean she has to be. so, she treats him to dinner and his activity of choice (it was topgolf) and gets him a small gift. maybe a new hat, or a new set of wheels for his skateboard, something he'd use and think of her while doing it.

she'd also spend the day telling him it's his special day and responding to every question with 'whatever the birthday boy wants.'

dating:

she'd be adamant on spending the night before his birthday so he'd be the first one to wish him a happy birthday. (and she does, counting down the minutes giddy while peter looks at her and rolls his eyes, 'you're more excited than me, trouble.' and she'd respond with a 'of course! it's the only time i get to dote on you and you can't complain.')

the second midnight hits she gives him twenty three kisses all over his face, 'happy birthday, petey.' he'd be a blushing mess, 'thanks, trouble.'

she'd snuggle up to him and whisper out 'it's my favorite day of the year, cause you were born.' and peter would kiss her cheek and tell her she's very dramatic.

waking up? she makes him breakfast, (with the help of may) and serves it with a smile. she'd give him the option to spend the day how he wants, and he chooses it to spend it at home 'with the two most important women in his life.'

but she'd make sure he gets a birthday dinner, and a cake. and she'd get him a gift, something that tells him just how much she loves and appreciates him

#frat!peter drabbles #peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff

[reidslovely]

can i request a little something something with frat!peter and reader where one of them has a bad dream and the other just comforts them?🥺

this is so cute 🥺 but ii do mention gwen and ben so content warning for bad dreams and illusions to death!!

(in place of liking/hearting this post please reblog and/or comment!! pretty please)

Peter hadn’t had a bad dream since you had started staying the night at the frat house. There were no dreams of a young blonde woman falling to her doom, Peter standing outside of his body just watching it happen. There were no nightmares of him holding the gun that killed his uncle, his hands soaking in Ben’s blood as he asks why over and over again. Peter was lucky his senses were dull with you around but in the best way possible. His guilt didn’t eat him alive, and he was thankful for that. 

However, the day had been off,  both you and Peter noticed that. He was rather grouchy that morning, snapping at you over the window having been left open, and then later for taking the campus bus to your dorm instead of waiting for him like you usually do. You knew he had moments like this, his frat brothers always mentioning how you had ‘calmed the only one who could actually fight down’. You were somewhat aware that his last girlfriend had a rather traumatic death a few years ago that still lingered with him greatly. It was obvious in the way he held you in his grasp when walking past a group of guys, or a tall drop off anywhere. Almost to the point it was bruising in his grasp. You both sat in his room that night, the styrofoam from the chinese take out pushed to the edge of the bed. 

“Had a hard day huh?” You asked your fingers combing through his hair. Peter's jaw clenched as he nodded his head. 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“No, I’ll be fine.” His lips pressed against your shoulder, breathing you in. 

You wanted to push and beg him to tell you, but you also knew Peter valued his space and often bore the weight of the world on his shoulders because he saw himself as some type of superhero. You were sure that even Spider-Man himself even talked about all the bad he saw. 

Peter was asleep in a matter of seconds after the conversation, from that alone you knew it had been a draining day. You wrapped the blankets up around both of you, your fingernails dragging softly over his back muscle zoning out while listening to the YouTube video playing in the background. He’d been asleep for about 20 minutes before he’d started talking. 

“Gw..en. Stop stop stop stop. Gwen.” 

Gwen?...Gwen. 

You stopped all movement watching his breathing pick up, his hand squeezing onto your bareback skin, pinching it in an above human grip. 

“Peter..Pete wake up. Wake up Petey.”

A gasp of ‘Gwen’ fell out of his mouth as he sat up, releasing your skin with it. You let out a shaky breath from the pain, but your eyes found him quickly. Tears rolling down his cheeks, his breathing gagged. He caught a glimpse of  a dark red mark in the shape of his fingers on your back. That was going to be a nasty bruise. He wouldn’t touch you for 24 hours if he could help it. 

“You’re okay. I’m okay. You’re here, breathe.” 

You spoke to him, wiping the tears off his face. You smiled sweetly letting him know you’re here and listening to him.

“I’m sorry.” He gulps roughly, you reach over to the nightstand grabbing your water bottle getting him a drink. He drinks quickly, finishing off your bottle. 

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you today. I didn’t mean, I hurt you emotionally..physically now. I’m so sorry.” He stumbled through his words, head resting in your neck, keeping his hands to himself. Your pressed your lips to his temple shaking your head. 

“No Peter, no. No you never hurt me. I know today was hard, I’m sure she was on your mind.” You shushed him, hand rubbing his shoulder soothingly. “Harry told me it was her birthday.” 

“It was.” He whispers against you. Your heart hurt for him, you wished you could help. 

“I’m sure she’d have been happy to have spent it with you. To know you were thinking about her today. We could..go visit the grave tomorrow, if you didn’t get around to it today.” 

“You’d  be okay with that?” He laughs.

“Course I would. I love her, she gave me you.” 

“You guys would have been best friends.” Peter laughs softly. 

“I like to think we would have been..of course I don’t know if I’d like the love triangle. It’s my least favorite book trope” You joked. Peter shook his head. “No love triangle.”  He stated simply. 

“No?” 

“No, we could have like…dated each other. Had a sister wives moment or whatever.” 

You laughed a little louder, covering your mouth. Peter's own laugh ripples against your skin, giving in and placing a loving kiss on your collarbone. “Gwen would have found that funny.”

“Good.” You responded by kissing his head, hand rubbing the plane of his back. He kissed softly against your jaw pulling you back into him.

#tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm andrew garfield #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #andrew garfield #tasm peter #tasm peter imagines #tasm peter parker imagine #tasm peter x you #tasm fanfiction #tasm peter smut #tasm!peter x reader #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm! peter parker smut #tasm! peter parker fluff #tasm! peter parker #tasm!peter x you #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter x y/n

[bowieandqueen11]

Tobey!Peter Parker Dating A Plus Size Reader Would Include...

Request: Hello! I know I sent requests for "random request go!" so feel free to ignore me. I was just wondering - I was reading again your Spider-Man stuff (cause it is FANTASTIC <3 ) and I saw that in your note to "Andrew!Peter x Plus Size!Reader" you said that if anybody would ever want to, you'd be willing to write Tobey!Peter x Plus Size!Reader too. I was wondering if that's still the case. Cause if yes, I'd love to see it one day! No pressure of course, you can skip it if you want! Have a great day!

Oh my gosh lovely of course I will thank you so much, I didn't think anyone actually read those notes aha but I'm so happy you did!! Between Across the Spiderverse (which I still haven't seen yet I'm so slow!) and the Insomniac Spiderman trailer I am being well fed :)

Warning: mentions of blood/injury!

(I do not own Spider-Man or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @fmribeiro01.)

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I'm not joking even THINKING about this as a concept is making me squeal because like?? Tobey Peter?? Omg. Absolutely adores you. 24/7, non stop heart eyes motherfcker. Be ready for him to give you looks of such gut wrenching love and vulnerability that you'll just want to squish his cheeks together and kiss his forehead like the puppy he is.

You were 100% Peter's childhood crush, no question asked. You were always invited around to Peter's birthday parties, where the two of you would be thick as thieves for the whole night. Even poor exasperated Harry would find it oddly adorable when it was time to give Petey his cake, and he would bashfully pull out the chair beside him at the table for you to scoot onto. He thought he was so slick, bless his heart, when he reached over to fix your wonky party hat with his tiny shaking fingers, or shyly looked over at the rim of uneven frosting towards you when Aunt May carried out the homemade cake and told him to make a wish. You were always the last one to be picked up, despite living right next door: Ben, the sly old fox, could see how enamoured Peter was. How he had the firmest grip he had ever seen his nephew squeeze out around your arm, and how Peter stood holding the present you had given him in his other hand, not even noticing it because he was too busy fervently nodding and being strung along by every word you would say.

Ben would stall your parents at the door, blocking the way in by pretending to lean on his elbow, and spouting off about whether he was going to paint the living room a periwinkle or an egg shell blue. When your parents finally started to get impatient, you kissed Peter on the side of his cheek and left with a big wave, not really noticing the way he was standing stock-still, his fingers tentatively touching the side of his face and his mouth agape, blubbering like a blow fish. May has never seen him run so fast up the staircase, but Peter's so desperate to curl up alone under his duvet and thank whatever he can think of for making his wish come true, touching the wet imprint of your lips with a revered awe. Eventually, his giggling gets so loud during the night, that Ben has to come out and close over his door so he and May can get at least a little sleep.

A lot of your teenage years is spent with you jumping over your chain link fence in the middle of the night to meet a very anxious looking Peter, whose face quickly grows into a bright smile when he pulls the latest edition of the comic series you've been share-reading out from behind his back. Sitting on the cold tile by his garage, the night would slowly weave diamond dust through the sky, and sparkling joy through the irises of Peter's eye as the two of you stuck your heads together and poured over the pages. Every so often he would have to blink away, pretending he was fixing his glasses because you would catch the side-eye look he was giving you.

By the end of the night, you've fallen asleep, slobbering onto Peter's shoulder. He hasn't moved an inch: as still as marble, and doing his best to hold his breath so he doesn't rustle you, and so he can memorise the way your gratifying weight feels against the side of his shoulder. So he can imprint into his mind how tender your skin feels against his burning neck. It's only when Aunt May comes out to shake the two of you awake from the school bus that he runs into the kitchen all flustered. He grabs his backpack, and says goodbye, but refuses to change his jumper because he can still feel your imprint against the coarse wool.

From time to time that day, you'll peer round the door of your locker to catch him leaning into his, so giddy he's almost vibrating on the spot, which is probably why he's so distracted he bangs his head on the metal top of his own locker door oops.

Lunch that afternoon is even worse! Sitting diagonal across from Peter, you slide into the table next to an already frustrated looking Harry, whose kicking Pete's feet under the table and making incredibly unsubtle raised eyebrow points your way. He's so sick of the way his best friend will spend every minute of his time with you just staring: peering over his fruit pot, blabbering incoherently to himself with ruddy cheeks when he passes you the salt and your pinkie fingers brush, looking at your reflection in his spoon, pretending to stretch his arms and yawn just so he can 'look around the room', which also just so happens to be only the part that you're sitting in. He just wants his friend to be happy, and honestly, he's kind of dumbstruck that the two of you aren't together already, considering his eyes light up like gold-struck dawn every time he sees you.

It's only when Flash Thompson passes by and knocks Peter's elbow out from under him that he finally stops staring over at you. Mainly because his eyes are too busy slamming into his lunch tray, and breaking the bridge of his glasses down hard against his nose. The spell you wisp around his heart is finally broken when the blood starts gushing down his nose, and you have to half-carry him to the medical office. He spends 50% of the time walking there apologising to you, and the other 50% of the time is spent trying to stop his fingers from clenching into your arm. You've tucked him into your side, holding half his torso against you so he can spend most of his effort on pinching his nose, but he doesn't even care that he's swallowing blood anymore, he's so focused on how close he's pressed up against you. The feeling only grows more fervent, more needy, until he's twitching his thighs against the nurse's table to try and get himself to calm down, when you stay with him for the rest of the period to try and wipe some of the blood away. The way you're so close to his lips, the way that your gentle fingers are dabbing so close to his mouth that he can feel his rushing breath brush against your hairs is making him go cross-eyed with how much he's trying to focus on you.

'You know...', you start after a minute, biting your bottom lip nervously as you continued to dab at peter's nostril. 'I have eyes, Petey.'

'I-I know that, silly', he says, his breath coming out in a confused gasp. 'Me too!'

'I- I know you've been looking at me. Because I've been looking at you, too.'

His heart seems to be slamming into the caged cavity of his ribs, and yet everything seems to simultaneously be standing still: caught in a hazy, gliding, wavering dream as you slowly... ever so slowly drop the cloth into the sink, and break through the few inches between the two of you to press your lips against his top one.

For a moment, Peter is so shocked all he can do is widen his eyes, not even processing that the thing he's spent every moment of his waking and sleeping life wishing for ever since he was a child was happening right now. He tries really hard to stop his whole body from shaking, as his silky lashes finally falter shut against the top of your cheeks and he tries to focus his whole attention on the way your plush lip seems to press so perfectly against his own. After a few seconds though, when he hears the clattering of trays fall to the floor and the darkness he was letting himself fall willingly down into seems a little harder to blink out of, he realises the sound was him.

You're worried you've upset him, or stepped too far, or misconstrued his intentions when Peter falls backwards off you, but that's quickly replaced by frantic concern when he starts sliding to the floor. Thankfully, your reflexes are almost as good as his, and you're quick to wrap your arm around his back and cradle his head against your breastbone before he can slam his head against the floor again. He has to spend the rest of the day lying in the office's bed waiting until Uncle Ben can pick him up, but it was completely worth it. As he gazes up at the inane, plastered ceiling, suddenly everything else in life seemed so silly and pointless. All he cared about was rubbing his pointer finger over the wet patch of your saliva still dotted against his bottom lip, his eyes filled with a million bursting stars as he saw beyond the ceiling and into the skies, thanking it for making his birthday wish come true.

The two of you move into his crumby apartment after high school, and honestly? It's the happiest time in Peter's life. Sure, it may be small, and the walls may be flaky and they may shake every time a train rolls past the tracks outside, but every time he comes home to them he's greeted by the memories of the two of you laying against them like when you were kids, falling asleep against each other's heads as you read into the night. Sure, Ditkovich may hound the two of you constantly for rent, and the afternoons may be drowned out by the sound of his friends playing poker a couple of doors over, but they were so easy to forget in the evenings when you turned on your slightly dented radio and made a flustered Peter dance with you across the room, not stopping until you had him held tightly in your arms and he was so embarrassed with his two left feet that he was hiding his head in the curve of your luscious neck.

And sure, you may have picked up pretty quickly that Peter was Spiderman, considering he keeps hopping out the balcony at random hours and leaves his suit sometimes crumpled at the bottom of the closet, but you love him. And he adores you more than anything any universe could throw at him. So life, for the most part, is good.

Honestly, it's so cosy living with him?? Peter literally has spider strength, so he adores it when you lie on top of him in your bed. After a while of just nattering peacefully to each other about your days, winding down by playing with each other's fingers and sneaking kisses through the brackets of your arms, he feels so at peace to feel your weight familiarly resting on top of him. This need increases tenfold after he loses Ben, I think there's something so comforting to him, to know and feel that you're still so close to him, that he can synch the anxious patter of his heart against your own. He's so sweet bless him. he gets so sleepy that his head keeps falling down on top of your own, but he's so quick to lift it up again. He blinks languidly, that honey-sweet, silvery smile shadowed only by the tempered glow of the warm moonlight drifting through the balcony as he tries desperately to keep himself awake, giving his full attention to you.

There's just something about drifting off to the sound of your voice, knowing that for once, he's safe. That he's wrapped up, looked after, comforted by the love of his life. It just feels really nice to be the one coddled from time to time.

Sometimes, you'll jolt awake in the dead of night by the sound of some strange, wistful whispering echoing from somewhere in the near empty room. It takes your brain a little whirring time to realise it's coming from the hand that's spooning your waist, and the nose that's pressed tightly against the back of your thigh. Turns out Peter spends a lot of his sleepless nights tracing over your stretch marks, nestling down your back and reverently dancing his fingers up and down the tiger stipes on your waist. Every so often, he would rub his nose against their aureate lines in a fond kiss, gingerly resting his cheek against your bare skin again as he tried not to wake you up. What really made your heart melt, though, was the way an awe-struck 'wow' would slip from his lips in such a reverential tone, that Peter became so overwhelmed and could do nothing else but leave a small kiss against the side of your leg, dotted by slick tears.

This man picks you up on his scooter after your shift at work, mainly because 1) you are a much better driver than him, and it actually gets home in one piece rather than being tangled under a car wheel somewhere, and 2) when he's super stressed he finds it so comforting to wrap his arms around your side and press his forehead tightly into your back, letting the whole world melt away until nothing but whirling air and the scent of you is left. He always arrives outside your office building ten minutes early, making your secretary laugh when she spots him straightening his best flowery tie in the reflection of the waste bin by the bench outside. He has his best suit on, freshly pressed, and is nervously stepping from foot to foot with a crumpled bouquet of roses in his hand, like a teenager waiting to ask his crush to prom.

Every. Single. Day. You honestly just wait for the secretary to buzz you so you can grab your coat and run outside; you know far too well that Peter either dumps his Spidey suit through the window, or just wears his proper suit underneath so he isn't late. Doesn't matter if he has to catch five buses from the Daily Bugle, or has to 'borrow' his moped from 'Joe's Pizza' to get there on time, he's always there. And he always wants to look his best for you, even though he's still so surprised that someone as ethereal as you would even bother to look his way that he has to shuffle a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and dab at the sweat beading on his forehead.

It's either that, or Peter scaring the bejesus out of you by picking you up with his webs. You'll just be minding your own business, walking down the sidewalk on your way back from your lunch break, only to be hoisted, screaming into the air and past an equally petrified looking pigeon. Peter does feel bad the first time he did this, since you were screaming the whole time he swung you, but you've settled into a better routine now. You've found it easier to watch the scattered tiles of churches and the blurred crests of building whiz by while you're holding on tightly to his waist, and your feet are firmly pressed on top of his own so he can keep you steady against him. I mean, you might still bury your head into his shoulder blade in absolute terror, but he makes it up to you by landing you down gracefully on top of your office a couple of minutes before you go back in.

The adrenaline from swinging about New York makes the kisses far more heated, and it's always helpful to have a little privacy when you pull the edge of his latex mask harshly up past the bridge of his nose and nearly knock him flying over the cornerstones with how fervidly you smash your lips against him. His arms instinctively come to wrap around you, and even he's grown a little more emboldened by the knowledge that you actually do love him and this isn't some cruel villain trick or high school prank, to open his mouth and press his tongue lovingly against yours. He never wants to let you go, so before he lets you go back to your job he gives you a tight hug, and presses a million warm little kisses in a treasure trail down the pulse point in your neck.

This man literally has like... two outfits, so he's constantly wearing your clothes! Surprise! You come home to find him sitting criss-cross on the bed, face bruised and tired worn from his latest clash with Doc Ock, but your sweatshirt tucked over him and lifted up against his cheeks like a little hidden koala bear. Surprise! You plan a surprise birthday party for him with Aunt May, only for him to turn up after work wearing one of your jumpers! It's just so snug, and homey, and it reminds Peter of when he was ten years old; when you came round to sleepover, and the two of you would crash on his mat after spending so long pouring through and excitedly talking about the new quantum theories in the science magazines he used to buy with his pocket money, Peter would shuffle up beside you. With a sharp breath, he would tentatively turn on his side and pray he wouldn't wake you up, curling into the foetal position. With a smile like dawn breaking through the soft tufts of a cloud, he would press his nose into your shoulder and just breathe you in, hoping he would never forget it as long as he lived.

This man loves to take you out dancing, mainly so he can grin wildly and show you off to every other customer in the restaurant. Every time he passes the waiter, or the Maitre d', he points wildly at your back and mouths ecstatically 'that's my Y/n!'. He legitimately pools all the money he's made from the photography, and from the pizza delivery together so he can take you to a fancy restaurant uptown. He feels so nervous when he gets up with that breathless smile and offers you his hand, but all his troubles just immediately melt away once he feels your hand brush over the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. He falls against you, easily caught just like he was all those years ago. Your fingers feel so soft, so perfect as they slot between his own, although his left hand never stops rubbing over the supple skin of your waist as he sways the two of you back and forth in time to the dream-like lullaby of the string quartet.

#spiderman #spiderman imagine #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker headcanons #peter parker x plus size reader #tobey!peter #tobey!spidey #tobey!peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman headcanons #plus size reader #spiderman x plus size reader #tobey!peter parker imagine #tobey!spiderman #tobey!spidey imagine #tobey!spiderman imagine

[thegreenmetblue]

“Daddy, are we going to Disneyland today ?”

“Yes honeybear, i promised you. It was your birthday present.”

“Really ?? And us three ??”

“Oh baby… I don’t… You know that your mom and I aren’t really-”

“Nooo, silly dad! I didn’t mean mom! She hates roller coasters, you know. I meant Petey!”

“P-Peter ? Why would you want him to come ?”

“Because I like him! And you like him too, dad. He spent lots of time with us lately. I want him to come.”

“I- of course baby. Anything to make you happy.”

“Anything to make us happy you mean ?”

“Yes you are right Mo’… you and him do make me happy.”

#starker #starker moodboard #leah tries moodboards #starker and morgan

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Headcanon/Fanfic:

Back in the early days of Welcome Home, there was a large red bird named Petey. Despite his intimidating size, Petey was gentle, kind, and frightened of pretty much everything.

Everyone loved the big red bird named Petey and he loved them back, but something felt off.

Petey was sad all the time and didn't know how to explain why to his wonderful, concerned neighbours. He felt unhappy, trapped, not like himself.

Whenever the crew of Welcome Home worked with the bird puppet, they felt uneasy; just saying the name "Petey" when referring to the character was enough to make them feel sick.

One day, a designer had the irresistible urge to alter the big red puppet. They started with adding some makeup, a lovely golden blush with matching eyeshadow that helped the dark red to pop out!

Somehow, the entire crew felt a slight sense of relief without knowing why.

When Petey's neighbours stumbled upon him with his make on for the first time, he was showered with wonderful compliments. The big red bird started to wear his makeup every day, even going on Spa Days with Frank and Julie.

Another day, the urge hit the designer again. Next, the dull blue feathers atop the red bird's head were slowly replaced with a magnificent crest of vibrant blues, greens, and yellows with matching hackles.

The crew felt a wave of euphoria flow through the studio.

It was Julie's idea to try out a new feather-do. Wally was there to help him pick out a colour palette and teach him the tricks to having a good hair day. Trying new things was scary, but the happiness he saw in his own reflection was worth it.

These slight alterations kept on going over the next coming months; longer eyelashes, softer plumage, a colourful scarf with lace, a softer voice...

It all came to a head one day when the crew realised that they barely recognised "Petey Partridge" anymore. She needed a new name.

Petey struggled with what to call herself now, but it came to her on her birthday when Barnaby gifted her a bouquet of beautiful red poppy flowers.

#typed most of this on my phone during a bubble bath like a crazy person #haven't written a fanfic since I was 10-11 #welcome home headcanons #headcanon #theory #welcome home theory #Poppy Partridge #Julie Joyful #Frank Frankly #Wally Darling #Barnaby B Beagle #welcome home puppet show #fluff

[bitchinbarzal]

little slice of heaven | life with otis

summary; today of all days, they know he’s their little piece of heaven.

warnings; this talks about parental death, more specifically Brock’s dad, Duke. If that makes you uncomfortable please don’t read.

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This year was a write off, you’d decided.

It was horrible from the off set and throughout. To go from last off season getting married and buying your first home to this one, spent by your father in law’s bedside. You’d spent the first half of the year facing issue after issue with your house build and receiving time after time, negative pregnancy tests.

You weren’t even in Minnesota when it happened. You were in Vancouver closing on your house sale, Brock told you he wanted to be at home in case.

He didn’t say anything on the phone, he just cried.

“I’m coming baby, just hold tight”

The day of the funeral was quiet, nobody spoke much and you didn’t blame them.

Getting back to the house where it was just family felt nice, everyone in there was grieving the same.

You’d been feeling off all day, dizzy and sick.

“How’re you feeling my love?” You mumble, kissing his shoulder and sitting down next to him.

“Numb I guess, Petey called”

“Yeah he asked me how you were, said he’s sorry he couldn’t come on time” you smile, holding his hand “Im sometimes worried he’s more of your wife than I am”

He chuckles, the first time you’d heard him laugh in a while.

“I Just… it doesn’t feel real that he’s not going to be here for things like my first cup? Our first child” he deflates and you can only run his hand soothingly

“I know baby, I’m so sorry”

“He should be here you know? I know we’ve been dealing with the negative tests and I’m so proud of you for your resilience. He was so happy for us and he won’t be here to see it when it’s finally a good result”

You couldn’t say anything, there was nothing to make that feel better.

Later that night, just before bed in the bathroom you were watching your face and looking for a towel. You pulled open the cupboards and a box fell out.

An unused pregnancy test lay at your feet. You looked at it and thought about when you’d last taken one. Deciding to just use it, the answer would be the same but a little bit of hope never hurt.

You’d used it, say it to the side and forgotten about it. Shutting off the lights and heading to bed.

Middle of the night, Milo had jumped onto the bed and woken Brock up so he decided to go to the bathroom while he was awake.

He saw it sitting there, confused he picked it up to throw it away before looking

pregnant

He dropped it, completely shocked. Forgetting the reason he was originally in the bathroom he walked back out to the bed and shook you awake.

You groaned “What? If the house isn’t burning leave me alone”

He smirked “You really thought you could get away with not telling me you’re pregnant?”

Your eyes shot open “I’m what?”

He looks equally as confused “You didn’t know? Who’s test is that?”

It dawned on you then “In the bathroom? Show me!”

He went in and emerged with it, you were now sitting up and grabbed it. Tears immediately filled your eyes “Oh my god”

You gave your husband a watery smile “We’re pregnant”

Brock engulfed you in a hug, peppering kisses all over your face “I love you, I love you! We’re having a baby, our baby!”

Laying there, staring out the window for the next few hours was bliss. His hand rested on your belly until you fell asleep.

When the sun began to rise and he could hear you snoring softly, his hand still hadn’t moved.

“Thanks, Dad” he mumbled, looking out of the window and towards the sun rising above the trees.

otis duke boeser

february 11th, 2023

He was early, but right on time.

Holding Otis as the Boeser’s filed into the room you smiled at the family fawning over him “Oh my he’s beautiful y/n”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“He picked some day to be born, eh?” Brock’s brother laughs.

“Yeah, Happy Birthday Duke and Happy Birthday Otis”

#life with otis

[starry-hughes]

Elias loves the cake and card Daisy made for him. She also FaceTimed Quinn so she could tell Elias happy birthday.

the team got back late last night and they went out for breakfast for his birthday and daisy was able to give him the card

“p!” she said happily as quinn got her out of her coat when they entered the restaurant and she was running over to him. “hi daisy.”

elias doesn’t give off the energy of being a godparent so when he’s suddenly putty in daisy’s hands it always shocks people. he shares his french toast with daisy and his orange juice.

she excitedly gives him the card and the cake and he thanks her and they take a couple of pictures together. elias comes over to the house afterwards and daisy spends the whole day just wanting to play with her uncle petey and bringing him toys, they talk about christmas and she shows him her favorite paw patrol episodes.

#daisy’s au!

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Imagines Edition: Not So Happy Birthday

summary: y/n’s birthday was going perfectly, until it wasn’t. but nothing ever goes wrong normally in y/n’s life. it always has to end up in flames. or rather… in cells.

warnings: getting drunk, unwanted physical touch by a stranger, lots of swearing, vomiting, crying, getting arrested, arguing, punching

word count: 2.5k

a/n ya’ll wanted a sissy and trevor fight! go big or go home, right?

SERIES MASTERLIST

part two

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For your twenty-first birthday, you decided to be casual and cliche and go out to a club with all your friends. If it wasn’t summer, you would have invited some of the wags, but at least you managed to steal Petey!

“Well doesn’t my girlfriend look hot,” Trevor smirked as he slid his hands around your waist from behind and kissed your neck.

“Trev! I’m putting on mascara!” you laughed.

“You can pause to give me a kiss!”

You playfully rolled your eyes and turned to give Trevor a kiss so that you could shew him out to finish getting ready.

You were probably over doing it and felt like things were taking too long, and your thoughts were confirmed by your best friend knocking on the bathroom door frame. You turned around to see Quinn leaning against it with his arms crossed.

“I was voted to come tell you to “hurry the fuck up” and everyone else didn’t know how to politely say it,” Quinn smirked. “They figured I’m the only one that can get away with saying that.”

“I would never yell at Cole!” you feigned offense. Quinn quirked an eyebrow at you. “I would, however, take longer out of spite and I would never spite you.”

“Exactly,” Quinn nodded. “Now come here so I can fix your under eyes.”

The rest of the guys cheered when Quinn led you down the stairs and you played along and took a bow.

The drive there was chaotic at best, but that was standard practice for the clusterfuck that is your friend group. You were in Trevor’s car with Jamie, Quinn, and Petey. Jack’s car had him, Luke, Alex, and Cole.

Trevor seemed a little on edge, which was frankly pissing you off and everybody else in the car knew it. You were hoping that getting a few shots in him at the beginning of the night would loosen him up. But until then, you were just going to have to fake it until you make it by singing along (screaming along) to Taylor Swift.

Trevor eased up a little once we all got into a groove at the club, but he still wasn’t acting like his normal self. He was acting possessive over you; which you’d be enjoying if he wasn’t so angry about it.

“Alright, what is your problem?” you snapped at your boyfriend.

“I don’t have a problem,” he said moodily.

“Right,” you scoffed. “Because that was soooo convincing! If you’re going to be a grouch on my birthday, then I’m going to go dance with Jamie until you get your shit together.”

You didn’t let Trevor protest, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. He let you leave him alone and go off to your group of friends and stole Jamie away from the girl he was talking to.

“Y/N, I love you so much, but why did you just take me from a beautiful girl?” Jamie asked as he lifted his arm up so you could twirl under him.

“Because Trevor’s in a mood! He was bumming me out. Look at him! He looks so angry over there!”

Jamie took one look at his best friend and unfortunately agreed with you. Trevor looked like he could kill a man in the blink of an eye. Jamie sighed, “I’ll go handle it.”

Jamie left you, and before you could slip away to find another one of your friends, you were grabbed by the waist and pulled in close. You laughed and expected it to be Jack (who does that from time to time), but it turned out to be a stranger.

“What are you doing all by yourself, gorgeous?” the man whispered in your ear.

“I’m not,” you muttered as you tried to pull away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

The man was letting go, and the second he did, you heard the sound of a fist colliding with the guy’s face. You gasped and whipped your head around to find Trevor panting and dark eyed.

You were so blind with rage that you didn’t have any time to process what exactly went down, but all you know is that you and Trevor are now outside of the club and you can’t get ahold of anybody.

“Fuck, Trevor!” you yelled and banged your fists against the door. “What is your problem?!”

“That guy was all over you! So excuse me for defending my girl!” Trevor yelled.

You snapped your head around to look at your boyfriend with fumes coming out of your ears, “He let go of me immediately! But you’ve been acting like a dick all night, and then you got us kicked out of the club on my god damn birthday! And I can’t get ahold of anybody!”

Trevor was spewing on about something in response, but you couldn’t hear anything from the sudden intense wave of nausea that just overcame you. You might’ve drunk a little too much in an attempt to drown out your boyfriend. You turned around and immediately threw up all over yourself and the wall. You crouched down and leaned your head against the brick wall, taking deep breaths to compose yourself.

“Did you listen to anything I just said?” Trevor asked you frustrated.

“I just threw up, you asshole, what do you think?” you panted. You stood up to face him, “Is all you care about yourself today? You just want to be this big macho man that protects the damsel in distress?! I’m not a god damn damsel, Zegras!”

“I never said you were!” Trevor shouted. “You’ve been all over every guy in sight!

Then came the police sirens. Apparently, you two have moved your argument into the street and caused a giant scene. And now you two were publicly intoxicated.

You two didn’t even argue at your arrest and got into the back of the cop car calmly. You two sat as close to opposite windows as possible in the uncomfortable hard seats and didn’t mutter a single syllable.

You didn’t know how you were gonna get ahold of anybody for your one phone call. When you got thrown out, you couldn’t get a single one of your friends to answer. It was your birthday, and you were happy that everyone was having fun and going off in pairs and coming back to meet everyone else off and on, and that was great! Until Trevor.

“We’re both calling Quinn,” you stated monotone after every protocol was handled and you two were given a phone call.

“K.”

You glared at Trevor as you dialed at his answer, and he did nothing but glare back. The police got some water and food in the two of you to sober up a bit before allowing you to make a call.

“Hello?” Quinn answered in a panic.

“Hey, Quinny, it’s me,” you said, suddenly feeling really disappointed in yourself and scared of how Quinn was going to react. “Trevor and I got… uh… arrested and we need you to come to the police station.”

Quinn was silent for a long time before responding with, “We’re on our way.”

You hung up the phone and told Trevor to not bother with his phone call. They stuck you both in the same holding cell, and luckily no one else was there.

“Tell me what you were saying when I was throw up,” you told Trevor as you sat down on a bench-like thing.

“What good will that do?” he sighed and sat on the floor across from you.

“We aren’t done fighting and need to get everything out before we explode.”

“Fine. I said I was mad all night because you’re so okay with accepting all an any attention from any male in sight. You bask in it. You dressed hot tonight, and don’t get me wrong I absolutely love it, but the second we walked into the club i could feel all the eyes on you and I knew you were going to enjoy it.”

And there was that rage again.

“I’m sorry, what? You think I dressed like this for the male gaze?!” You stood up to tower over him, and Trevor was quick to get up, too. “No, I dressed for me. Because I felt good in this outfit. And don’t act like I go out of my way for attention! It’s not my fault! Every woman gets unwanted attention, and sometimes I’m just having fun with it! Because you do the same fucking thing, Trevor! You seek it, you thrive in it!”

“I have to act like that, Y/N!” Trevor shouted. “I’m being nice to fans! And yeah, it’s nice to have those interactions of them loving me, but that’s not the case for you! God, you have the biggest victim complex I’ve ever seen! I’m sorry you have trauma and daddy issues, but it’s no excuse to do the things that you do!”

You gasped and tears began to well up in your eyes. Trevor’s eyes widened and his hand flew to his mouth. He knew that he just crossed a line.

“Fuck, Y/N, I didn’t mean that! I am so sorry–”

“Stop talking,” you cut him off.

“Y/N I–”

“I said stop fucking talking, Zegras!” you snapped.

Trevor walked to the bars of the cell and leaned his head against them while you sat back down and tried not to sob. Quinn marched in seconds later, and he was fuming. He heard everything.

“Quinn!” Trevor panicked. His body language was tense, and he immediately knew that Quinn caught what he said at the end of his rant.

“She said to stop fucking talking, and I highly suggest that you listen,” Quinn said, venom laced in his tone. A cop came over to unlock the cell and told you that you both were free to go.

“I’ll pay you back for all of it, Quinn, thank you,” Trevor rushed out.

“No. You’ll be paying me back for your bail. I’m paying for Y/N’s. You’ll also be paying for the hotel that you’ll be staying at tonight because you won’t be stepping into the house until she says it’s okay. You’re damn lucky Jamie had your keys, otherwise you’d be getting yourself an Uber to pick up your car.”

Trevor decided to be smart and kept quiet, only offering a nod to let Quinn know he heard him loud and clear. Quinn wrapped his arm protectively around you and led you out of the police station while Trevor awkwardly walked a safe distance behind. Jack and Jamie were standing outside of the station on a bench waiting for the three of you to walk out and immediately stood up concerned when they saw how you walked out. Jack came up to you and Quinn, and Jamie went to Trevor.

“How bad did you just fuck up?” you heard Jamie whisper.

“Monumentally,” Trevor whispered back. “I’m dropping you all off at the house then getting a hotel.”

Jamie sucked in a breath at that, “I’d say that’s a lot more than monumentally.”

Back to where you were, Quinn caught Jack and took you both to the side to talk without Trevor or Jamie hearing so you could give the two of them a quick run down as to what happened before going into heavy detail at home.

“Luke and I will talk to him at the hotel,” Jack said. “Sissy needs you, and frankly you might kill him.”

“Good call,” Quinn said.

The drive was tense. Jack drove so Quinn could sit in the back with you, and everyone else remained silent as you gently cried into Quinn’s chest to try to not make more of a scene. Once both cars arrived, Quinn told you to go to his room while he briefly spoke to Trevor.

“Don’t take back your permission,” you caught his hand. Quinn sighed and pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head, “wasn’t planning on it.”

Alex met you by the door when you walked in and wrapped you in a hug. This was all that it took for you to let out the wracked sobs that you were holding in the entire car ride. Alex held you tighter and rubbed your back as soon as the tears started to fall.

“Tell me something good about him,” you squeaked.

“He loves you more than you know,” Alex whispered into your hair. “We couldn’t let him drive because he was crying so much.”

Alex held you in the foyer while everyone else stayed silent in the living room and kitchen. Quinn and Jack came in and Alex released his hold to pass you onto Quinn.

“Lukey!” Jack called out. “Let’s go.”

Instead of going to Quinn’s room like he wanted, you decided it would be best if you told everybody at once what happened. Various expressions were made as you recalled every single aspect of the last few hours in detail. Jamie was just about ready to kill his best friend, Alex and Cole came over next to you and each placed a comforting hand on you, and Petey stepped up as a caregiver and brought you some ice water to help you calm down.

“I can’t believe him,” Jamie scoffed. “He told me he fucked up, but that was a whole new level of fucking up.”

“He crossed so many lines,” Cole agreed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well…” you took a deep breath, “I probably did, too. I don’t even remember some of the other awful things I said before I sobered up.”

“He had no right,” Petey piped up.

You nodded and brought your knees close to your chest and leaned more into Quinn, “I don’t want us to go to bed angry.”

“I don’t want him in this house right now, Sissy,” Quinn said.

“I know; I don’t want him either. I just don’t want to go to bed angry. We’ve never done that in our four plus years of dating, and I don’t want to start now.”

“He said the same thing in the car,” Cole admitted.

“He was a real mess,” Jamie admitted. “He couldn’t tell us what happened. He could barely get a word out.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as more tears slipped out. You knew what you had to do– what you wanted to do.

“Cole, can you come sit with me while I call him upstairs?” you asked quietly.

“You don’t want me?” Quinn asked, confused.

“I love you, Quinny, but sometimes best friend number two is better suited for a job,” you slightly smiled at him.

“You got me there,” Quinn breathed out a laugh.

He let go of his hold on you as you accepted Cole’s hand to walk up the stairs with you. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kept your hand in his as you picked up your phone to call your boyfriend. Trevor picked up his phone immediately, “Hello?!”

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I cannot believe–”

“I’m sorry, too,” you cut him off. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to bed angry.”

“Yeah,” Trevor sighed. “Me either.”

“I love you,” you breathed. You squeezed Cole’s hand in fear that he might not say it back.

“I love you, too,” he finally answered.

“Always?”

“Forever.”

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The bus singing Happy Birthday was so cute and made me smile aha

Do we get to see some more interactions between her and the team in the future? Like maybe when she meets Petey for the first time, or when she smashed them at golf, or the family skate? Just a few examples

Love your work as always 💕💕

Thank you! I have this idea that the team does this any time someone on the team or staff is away for a partners/loved ones birthday. Quinn tried to keep it quiet but was obviously unsuccessful.

Yes, Sarah will be meeting the team!

This has been requested, and I've also been thinking a lot about it and will start writing it soon. 💜

#quinn & sarah snapshots #asks #answered

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Movie night

Y/N: 2 years old Billy and Tommy: 10 years old Wanda: mama Nat: mommy Story: Movie night on the compound… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's a movie night on the compound today. Everyone is so excited, especially Y/N as it's her first movie night ever. Wanda and Nat finally agreed that Y/N can go with them since the team is watching The Lion King.

Natasha dressed Y/N into pajamas, cause the little one will most definitely fall asleep during the movie. Meanwhile Wanda went to the kitchen to prepare Y/N's bottle as the little monkey is too small to eat popcorn with the others.

Once Y/N is ready to go, Natasha sits her little one onto her hip and makes her way into the cinema room where the movie will be played.

"Mommy, down" Y/N orders, trying to wiggle out of her mother's strong hold. Natasha stands Y/N on the ground and the little girl immediately runs towards her uncle Pietro, giving him a high five, and then runs to her auntie Yelena. "Up, Lena!" Y/N orders, putting her arms in the air wanting to be picked up. Yelena smiles, hooking her hands under Y/N's armpits and lifting her little niece onto her lap, giving her a cuddle. "Hi, Katie!" Y/N waves to Kate who's sitting next to her aunt.

"Hi, Y/N/N" Kate chuckles, waving the little girl back. "I like your pajamas" Kate smiles, giving Y/N's tummy a little tickle which makes Y/N giggle.

"It's Petey!" Y/N shouts happily, lifting her arms in the air and putting them back down. Y/N insisted on wearing her Spiderman pajamas which she got from Peter on her 2nd birthday. She's a big fan of Spiderman.

Natasha flops on the couch next to Yelena, leaving enough space for Wanda, Tommy and Billy beside her. The couches are big, so there's no need to worry someone wouldn't have a place to sit.

Tommy and Billy are already here, doing silly things with their uncle Pietro. Actually everyone is here, only waiting for Wanda to show up, so the movie could start. The only one who's not attending any team activities is Vision. He hasn't been since Wanda and Natasha announced Wanda's pregnancy with Y/N.

Wanda and Vision were married before, they even had Billy and Tommy together. However, Vision and Wanda's relationship wasn't really working after some time, so Wanda decided to end things. She moved on and found her happiness with Natasha.

"Hi, mama!" Y/N waves happily to her mama when Wanda sits down next to Natasha.

"Hi, baby" Wanda smiles, taking a hold of Y/N's little hand as the todler stretched it towards her, giving the small knuckles a rub with her thumb. Billy runs to the little family, taking a seat next to his mom while the other twin stays with his uncle Pietro. Billy cuddles up to Wanda on the side, already eating his popcorn.

Y/N being curious about what's her brother eating, she moves from Yelena's lap onto Natasha's. "Mama" Y/N points at Billy's popcorn wanting to taste it.

"No, baby. Y/N/N has something way better" Wanda smiles, giving Y/N her bottle and hoping it would satisfy her little one. Y/N reaches for the bottle happily, immediately starting to drink her milk and mumbling how her milk is better than Billy's popcorn.

The movie finally starts and everyone is watching peacefully. Y/N's drinking her milk while Natasha's hands are wrapped around the small body, protectively holding her little daughter. It doesn't take long until the little one closes her eyes, falling asleep and dropping the bottle which falls on the floor. Wanda smiles, lifting the empty bottle and taking a blanket to put it over her little daughter before pressing a kiss to her little forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my little monkey. Mama loves you" Wanda whispers to her little daughter while Natasha smiles, kisses the top of her little girl's head and tightens her grip over her little one protectively. Y/N is more of a mommy's girl. She loves her moms equally, but Wanda's time is mostly taken by Billy and Tommy, so the little one usually goes to her mommy if anything is wrong.

The movie ends and everyone starts heading to their rooms. Wanda goes to tuck in her boys while Natasha heads to her bedroom with sleeping Y/N in her arms. Natasha places her sleeping daughter to the middle of the bed, whispering 'sweet dreams, I love you so much, детка' and pressing a kiss to her little one's forehead before heading to the bathroom to do her night routine.

Meanwhile Wanda comes in, putting on her pajamas and joining Natasha in the bathroom. Once the two mothers are ready for bed, they slip next to Y/N on each side, both pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead once again before pecking each other's lips with a kiss for a good night.

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happy birthday to my gorgeous girlfriend petey <3 lets win tonight for him <3

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