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periprose · 7 months

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Heyyy I’m literally playing through ps4 Spider-Man again 🤣!

I was wondering if I could request a ps4 fic, maybe Peter and reader have been dating for a while, and she gets hurt during the explosion and he can’t find her but she’s with may at feast with like a broken arm or something?? (She knows he’s Spider-Man) 👀🫶🏼

hey lol thanks for requesting! I'm on the first playthrough of the game myself. Basically this is set during the explosion at the election event in the game, and Peter and you are there to proudly watch Officer Davis accept his award.

"Hey." Peter comes up from behind you on the sidewalk, fixing wrinkles in his civilian clothes. He must've just changed.

"Hey, Parker." You nudge him. "Ready to go watch Osborn smooch up to the well-meaning audience of Manhattan?"

"Well, ready as I'll ever be." Peter takes your hand. "I'm really just there to watch Davis get his well-deserving award, y'know. Hey, didn't I tell you to stop calling me Parker?"

"Meh, you love it." You joke. "You'll always be Parker to me, even if you are my boyfriend now. It's our thing."

Peter shakes his head, but you know based on his little smile- he loves that you have a little thing just for him.

Together, you walk to the intersection in front of City Hall, where many people crowd around, waiting for Mayor Osborn and whatever speech he's about to give today. They're all dressed in Osborn themed merchandise, cheering and clapping.

You can't believe this many people care about Osborn's so-called promises to the city- you and Peter are really hoping he won't be re-elected this term after all- but people are clapping for him, and you sigh knowing that your cost of living is about to go up.

"Hey. Wipe that frown off your face. We're here to be supportive." Peter whispers from next to you in the crowd, and you nod.

"Where's Davis? Is that him?" You whisper back, pointing to an older black man up on the stage.

"Yup. You wouldn't believe it, he was so helpful in Hell's Kitchen. Dude whipped out his gun and had my back like we've been best buds for years." Peter smiles. "There's not many out there doing it like him."

"He sounds like a real treasure. I'm glad you have someone on your side." You squeeze Peter's hand, and continue to look up towards the stage in mild excitement.

You don't really care for Osborn's speech- Peter laughs about his promise to open up technology for NYC when you both know that's reserved for the elite- but you both grin when Davis, looking nervous as ever, walks up the stage to receive his award.

"It is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis with the Department Medal of Honour." Osborn hangs a medal around Davis' neck, and you and Peter clap.

"I'm so glad this is all over. The gang war, I think." Peter whispers to you, and you raise your eyebrows.

"Really? Does this mean you'll finally be a little safer?" You ask, but Peter frowns a little.

"Well, there's some loose ends still to be tied up, but-"

"Loose ends?" You give him a wary glance. "Like what?"

"Like whatever 'Consolidated Shipping' is. It doesn't make sense." Peter sighs, watching concern grow on your face. "It's not right, but I'll figure it out."

Davis says a few words- he thanks his wife and his son, Miles, who you can see is sitting up at the front of the stage.

"Aw, cute kid." You remark to Peter, and he nods, gaining a slightly sheepish smile.

"Officer Davis did say I remind him of his son. I'll take it as a compliment." Peter jokes, and you snicker, calling him even more of a baby.

Behind you, Sable guards are talking on their walkie talkies about "keeping eyes on Osborn," which to you sounds as if they perceive a threat. You turn back to tell Peter, when he suddenly flinches.

"Peter-?"

He grabs his head, panicking- you watch as his pupils dilate, and he's clearly in some kind of shock.

"Everything feels off-" Peter flinches again, and you know he's having a Spider-Sense meltdown. There must be multiple things happening at once- even worse, you're not sure what he's supposed to do in this situation. He's not suited up, and he risks revealing his identity if he does anything.

Either way, Peter runs behind you. He shoves people out of the way, trying to get to the back of the event, behind the audience, but he's not fast enough. There are men arriving out of cars- corrupted men, turning that strange grey-blue-transparent hue that confirms their connection with Martin Li.

Peter runs- he dashes- but you see him flinch again, cowering under such threatening energy. He turns to the stage in horror, and you gasp in shock.

There's another corrupted on stage, covered in explosive devices.

An explosion goes off behind you, to the right of you, than another massive one on stage- the ground shakes beneath you, and you're too in shock to move.

"Get down!" Peter shoves you back, attempting to push you out of the way, just as another two explosions cause the earth under you to rattle, and you lose your footing and fall back on the pavement. You twist your arm unnaturally and hit your head.

You black out, the last thing you see being massive blue-black explosions in the sky.

Peter wakes to floating ash in the sky.

He coughs- there's a sharp pain in his right side, and a slight ache at the top of his hairline- he touches his forehead and pulls his fingers away to see brown-red, dry blood.

It doesn't matter. He'll heal faster than most, anyways- he needs to locate you.

He gets up, seizes a little due to the pain- and to his alarm, you're nowhere in his near sight. He walks around seeing Sable guards help people off the streets- although Peter really thinks they're poking and prodding and shoving them away, so they can clean up the mess around here.

He hopes you haven't been taken away by Sable guards.

Peter rushes to the nearest clinic- but there's too many people crowding around there with their injuries, and the receptionist at the emergency room tells him there's no one by your name here.

He begins to panic. You're not responding to his calls, either. Peter doesn't want to believe the worst could've happened to you, but he does hear people talking on the streets about the casualties. Apparently at least 10 people have been found dead so far- Peter starts swearing under his breath.

He decides to head to FEAST- he's not sure if you'll be there, but it's better to ask Aunt May or some of the volunteers if you've been seen. FEAST also operates as an emergency medical clinic, too, even with limited supplies, and it's with this small amount of hope that Peter travels there.

Pushing through the doors, the front desk woman- Amanda- she's startled by how intensely Peter asks about you.

"I don't know, Peter." She points to the main auditorium, where many homeless and injured people are currently being attended to. "It's kind of an open house back here- you're going to have to look through the crowds."

Peter sighs. "Thanks, Amanda."

It takes him about fifteen minutes to do a full, quick walkthrough. The entire time, his heartbeat thumps faster as he realizes- he's not seeing you anywhere. There's nobody wearing your trademark scarf, your usual dark blue jeans- nobody with your fastidious expression, where you always seem to take in the entire world before speaking- nobody to relieve the steady ache in his heart.

Peter walks into the room full of medical supplies, expecting to see Aunt May- and while May is there, busy with another volunteer, the first thing he sees is you, with your hair all disheveled and messy, bruises on your cheek and a cut under your lip, and your arm wrapped in a cast and a sling.

But you have a soft, comforting smile. You're kneeling down to help a little girl- she can't be older than five- and you're placing a bandage on her knee. And the little girl squeals, hugging you after you say "It's all better now."

Peter would agree with that.

You look up, arms still embraced around the little girl- Rina is her name- to see Peter, looking wistful, sad, a clear lump in his throat. His eyes are watery.

"Peter?" You watch as he comes forward.

"I thought you were- I thought..." He wipes his eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Well, Little Rina over here needed a little bit of medical attention." You kindly tap her shoulder and she nods up at Peter, smiling. "She tripped and fell and no one was paying attention to her knee, so I decided to help her."

"That's..." Peter trails off, wondering how you could be so selfless when your own face was looking a bit worse for wear. "That's sweet of you to do. How do you feel, kiddo?"

He kneels towards her, and she grins really big. "Better!"

"Alright, high five then." Peter high fives her, and she dashes off afterwards, most likely looking for the parent she came with.

"Why didn't you respond to my calls?" Peter asks you as soon as you turn back to him. "I thought... I thought the worst had happened-"

"Peter, please. Stop with the wounded ego." May calls him out, listening from the sidelines. "What's important is that she's safe and in one piece- that's more than enough to feel grateful about."

Peter looks down, ashamed. He knows May is right, and he has to swallow his pride for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You grasp his hand, and he looks back at you, jaw tight as he listens. "I didn't mean to not answer your calls- my phone got shattered. And I didn't know where to find you after I woke up- I was already being taken away by Sable guards to 'safety' and then I decided my best chance to find you was over here."

"Oh." Peter feels kind of dumb, but he also feels glad you think of FEAST as a spot to find him. "I should've kept you safe."

"Don't. Don't make yourself crazy with what you could've done." You plead with him, and he sighs but shakes his head. "My arm will heal with time. I guess I landed on it weirdly and broke it."

Peter winces. "Well, you can always ask me for help if it bothers you. I'm there for you."

He traces your lip, where the cut under is still a red-brown, harsh hue in comparison to the pink of your bottom lip, and May takes this as her cue to leave.

Peter snorts. "I wish you had my-"

"Super healing? Yeah, I wish that too." You laugh. "Were you lucky enough to not get hit, or did you just heal on the way here?"

Peter's reaching for a facial bandage and some rubbing alcohol. "The latter."

"Ugh, lucky bastard." You smile up at him, cringing only slightly as Peter rubs away the blood from your wound. "I'm just glad that means I don't have to worry too much about you."

"You still do." Peter remarks, placing the bandage on your face. "But that just means you love me."

And, being ever so thankful that you're safely back in his arms, Peter places a soft kiss on your forehead, and then a slightly-less-soft one on your mouth, hoping it doesn't hurt you, but happy that you kiss him back anyways.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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Baby fever

PAIRING | Husband!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.7K

SUMMARY | You and Tony have three beautiful children, but since your youngest son is growing up faster than either of you would like, Tony's baby fever is kicking into high gear. He can't get enough of seeing you pregnant, and he's making it his goal to have it happen again. There's enough room in the house for one more, after all.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, nicknames (Sunshine, My Love, Baby, Handsome), tooth-rotting fluff combined with toe-curling smut.

SMUT | Porn with a bit of plot, D/S undertones, Sub!Tony is heavily featured throughout the story, breeding/pregnancy kink, lactation kink, drinking of breastmilk (sexual), daddy kink, mommy kink, begging, teasing, hair pulling, nipple play, nipple piercings, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, aftercare.

A/N | This amazing fic is completely inspired by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, who has helped me come up with the idea and supported me every step of the way! Carol, this is for you, and I sincerely hope you will enjoy it! I love you, and I cannot thank you enough for being in my life 💜

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Since you found Tony's old football jersey from your college days, you have been plotting a plan to wear it in the hopes of getting a reaction out of your husband. Today is perfect for that, as you're visiting your Mom in California, and she offered to take all three of your wonderful kids to Disneyland with her fiancé, Jackson.

"You two can stay home and have some alone time; you deserve it, Buttercup. You've been working so hard, and now that you're finally able to see him after he's been gone for filming, you should make up for some of the lost time," Virginia told you with a wink, and even though you were a little embarrassed at first, you also know she's right.

With three kids, it's proving to be rather challenging to have some time to yourselves and be intimate, so this is the perfect solution. That's how you find yourself standing in the bathroom in your Mom's house, wearing only your glasses and Tony's dark blue football jersey. The fabric reaches down to your knees, and your nipple piercings show through the fabric for a bit of a teasing touch.

With one last deep breath, you walk to the kitchen, where Tony has just finished the dishes from the lunch he prepared for you earlier. He turns around at the sound of your footsteps on the tiled flooring, but before he can say anything, he is greeted by you, clothed as if you walked right out of one of his wet dreams.

"Fuck, Sunshine, you sure know how to surprise your man," Tony growls as he walks over to where you're standing. As he takes in your form, he can already feel himself growing hard inside his sweatpants, which doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"I thought we could have some fun on the couch, My Love. The kids are with Mom and Jackson, so we have this all to ourselves," you whisper in his ear as you pull him closer by his shirt, his breath hitching as his now hard and sensitive cock makes contact with your soft belly.

"Who am I to say no when my beautiful wife looks like she walked out of my dreams?" Tony answers, his voice dropping an octave as lust fills it. Your hands glide under his shirt, pulling it over his head before discarding it.

Before you move on to anything else, you let your long nails rake over his sensitive nipples, a moan escaping from Tony's slack lips as you smirk up at him.

"Always so sensitive for me," you tell him before standing on your toes and taking his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down softly as he moans again. His long, dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he took in the pleasure.

"Good boy," you whisper against his mouth, his bottom lip lightly swelling, making him look even more beautiful than he already was. You kiss his tattoo softly as he lets his hands glide into your hair to ground himself gently.

"Let's move this to the couch, Sunshine," Tony tells you with a slight New York drawl, pleasure already taking over his brain. As you proceed to push him to the couch, you can feel yourself getting more and more wet with every step you two take. As soon as his legs hit the couch, he lets himself fall, spreading his thighs to give his achingly hard cock some room as it strains against the fabric.

Your legs are placed on each side of him, the jersey riding up dangerously high as you take your place. Your ass and pussy are barely covered when you sit, Tony's hands rubbing your thighs as he takes in the sight in front of him.

"You're so fucking gorgeous like this, Sunshine, 'm very lucky with you as my wife," he whispers before capturing your lips with his and taking the lead, effectively taking back any domination you had over him. You moan into his mouth as he slips in his tongue, his fingers digging into the inked flesh on your thighs.

As he glides his hands up your thighs and under his jersey, he finds the bare globes of your butt, kneading them softly as you start to move your hips to get a little friction, the fabric of his sweatpants relieving the burning ache of pleasure between your thighs.

"Can you look at me for a moment, Sunshine? I've got something important to tell you," Tony whispers in your ear, and that's when you realize your eyes have slipped shut. When you open them, you look into his dark brown eyes. As he takes a deep breath, you can't help but think about how beautiful he looks, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

"I know we've been talking about adding a fourth baby to our family, and I can't stop thinking about it. How perfect would it be if we had a small girl who would look just like you? I can't stop thinking about it, you with your perfect, round belly as I drink from these amazing tits of yours before you make me a Daddy again," Tony says, another gush of arousal leaking out as you soak Tony's pants even further.

"Please, Sunshine, will you give me another baby? Let me fill you up with my cum until you're beautifully round for me as you carry our daughter?" he asks as he nuzzles his nose against your throat, your head tipping back to give him even more access.

"Yes, My Love, please! I want all your delicious cum inside me, and I want to make another baby with you; I would love to add another name to his amazing tattoo of yours," you tell him, your fingertips gliding softly over the ink proudly displayed on the firm plane of muscle. The sun, moon, and stars look beautiful; your kid's names make it perfect.

And with those words, it's officially decided: you and Tony will add another baby to your family. Whether it will be your Little Prince or Princess, it doesn't matter because you both know they will be loved deeply. And before it's time to find out, you can have all the fun in the world when you're making your newest addition.

"Let's get the jersey off, hm? I want to touch my girl the way she deserves," Tony says, and you nod, lifting your arms in response to his question. During all this, you never stopped rutting your hips over his cock, his release almost there as he lifted the fabric.

"That's it, Sunshine, you make Daddy feel good," he tells you with a breathy voice. As soon as the fabric is over your pierced breasts, making them spill out and bounce before him, he loses every ounce of self-control. Groaning loudly as he cums in his pants like a teenager, a deep red blush covers his cheeks and neck as he rides out his orgasm under you.

"Ah, did you cum already, Baby? What do you think? Do you want Mommy to clean up her sweet, blushing boy?" you purr in his ear, and he nods as you slide off his lap and take your place between his legs. Your fingers hook around the fabric of his sweatpants before tugging them down, revealing the sticky mess he created not even a few minutes ago.

His cock is lying soft between his thighs, but it's by no means small, and you're already drooling at the sight. He whimpers softly as you take hold of his sensitive member, your tongue licking clean every single inch of him.

"M-Mommy, please, wanna drink," Tony whispers, and you smile before getting up, taking your place on his lap again. Tony has always enjoyed drinking your breastmilk now that you’re breastfeeding your son Paxton, and it’s something you both highly enjoy each time he does, whether it’s in a sexual manner or just to calm his mind.

"Yeah? Do you want to drink from Mommy? Go ahead, Baby, take what you want." As soon as the words have left your lips, he's latched onto your breast, suckling heavily until the first spurts of your breastmilk hit his tongue, and he sighs contently as his brain calms down at the feeling of the pierced nipple in his mouth.

Your head falls back as Tony drinks from you, and you can't resist sliding your bare pussy over his thigh, the friction feeling delicious together with the feeling of your husband drinking from you. Soft moans leave your lips as you brace yourself with your hands in his hair, pulling it as you can feel your orgasm creeping closer.

Tony seemingly gets the hint as he flexes his thigh muscles, and with only a few more thrusts over his thigh, you're falling apart with a chant of his name. He groaned before letting go of your one breast, only to quickly latch onto the other, which he drank happily from as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it, my sweet boy, keep drinking from Mommy," you tell him as you guide him to sit with his back against the couch, his mouth never leaving your nipple as he sucks to get more of the precious milk he loves so much. You let yourself recover from your orgasm as he does, just enjoying the intimate moment with your husband right now.

By the time he's finished, he is also fully hard again, your hand wrapped around his cock as you jerk him gently, earning yourself soft moans and whimpers from him that have your pussy dripping within no time.

On days like these, when Tony's letting you take the lead, you're feeling a power you've rarely felt, and you love using him for nothing but your pleasure. And he loves being your human fucktoy, too.

"Do you want to make Mommy feel good with this delicious cock of yours? Want to fill me up with your cum to give me a baby?" you ask Tony, and he nods with a dopey smile on his face, eyes glazed over as they're looking at you from underneath his long, dark lashes.

"Please, Mommy, wanna fill you up," he whispers, his hand gliding over his chest to his cock, grabbing the base as you get in position on top of him. As much as you and Tony love missionary, moments like these make you like cowgirl even more. Riding Tony to his orgasm as you can play with his nipples, pull his hair, or have him do the most unthinkable of things to you have you clenching already, and he's not even inside you yet.

The moment you sink onto his cock, you can feel every single vein on it, the stretch giving a positive burn as it feels like you're being split open. When he's soft, he's already big, but when he's hard? You can barely take all of him in your mouth, and the stretch of your pussy is always something you have to take your time with. He doesn't tell you that he'll feed you his monster of a cock for nothing, after all.

"Oh, fuck! Such a perfect cock for me, Baby, splitting me open so well! Can feel you in my belly," you whisper when you're fully seated, his balls pressing against your ass while you adjust to his size. Moans are tumbling from both your lips, and Tony can't stop digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips, a pussydrunk look on his face.

"S-so tight, Mommy, such a tight pussy for me to love," he tells you after pulling you closer, the warm metal of your piercings a stark contrast against the rest of your flesh. His face is nuzzled in your neck as he breathes in your scent, and you pepper soft kisses on his hair and neck.

C'mere, sweet boy, give Mommy a kiss," you tell him, and he obediently lifts his head, meeting your lips with his in a heated, passionate moment that has his head reeling in no time. Your tongue slips into his mouth effortlessly, dancing with his in a loving, sensual way while his hands are wrapped loosely around your waist, yours tangled in his soft locks.

When you pull away, you put your forehead against his, and you feel his cock throb inside you as you make small, teasing grinds against him. As he looks up at you with sweet, puppylike eyes, your heart flutters, and warmth spreads through your chest at the sight. You're very fortunate to have fallen in love with Tony, and it brings a smile to your face.

"What's funny?" he asks as he pecks your lips, and you place your hands on his cheeks, rubbing them softly with your thumbs.

"Nothin'. I was thinking how lucky I am to be married to you and have our three beautiful Munchkins. You saved me and supported me to become the best version of myself after everything that happened, and I love you more than I could ever tell you," you whisper, trying to fight back the tears as you think back to everything that had happened before you had the chance to meet him.

"I'm the lucky one, Sunshine, got a beautiful wife-" he says as his hands wander over your inked body, fingers trailing carefully over the tattoo you got in his honor. "-and three beautiful babies too. 'M the luckiest man on earth," he tells you with such a sweet, soft voice that you can't help yourself as the tears spill over and Tony quickly wipes them away.

"I love you, Tony," you whisper as you pull him close, needing to feel him for a moment. He happily pulls you against his chest; his face nuzzled in your neck while you place kisses on his shoulder. The moment feels perfect, and you're allowing yourself to bask in the love shared between you two.

After a while, Tony's starting to feel a little restless as he tries to rut his hips up into you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your sweet spot each time. You allow him to do his thing as you let him go, and before you know it, he's flipped you over onto the couch, your back now feeling the soft fabric while Tony pounds into you at an unrelenting pace, making you see stars.

"Fuck, that's it! Fuck a baby into me, Daddy, I'm close!" you tell him, and with a shout of his name, you cum, clenching down on his cock as he keeps fucking, his orgasm nearing too. In an effort to ground yourself as he’s bringing you to your high, you take your nails over his back, and it only intensifies the pleasure he feels the deep stinging of your nails scratching his back. A loud groan escapes him before his pace gets sloppy, and you know he’s close.

"That's it, Sunshine, take it, take all my cum! Got so much for you- balls are so fucking heavy all for you," Tony pants out, his pace faltering as he spills every last drop of his cum inside you before carefully pulling out of you.

"I love you so, so much, My Love. Thank you for being the best husband I could have ever asked for," you whisper to his freckled skin, and he hums in response as he's coming down from his high. This was a much-needed moment for the two of you, and you're very grateful for every last second of it.

The two of you took the good part of an hour to bask in the glory of what you two did as you whispered sweet nothings to each other and exchanged a sea of kisses and soft touches. Now it's time for a much-needed shower, as you're covered in dried-up sweat, cum, and arousal, and you're starting to feel a little sticky everywhere.

"C'mon, My Love! Let's hop in the shower, and after, we can watch a movie on the couch," you tell Tony, and he agrees as he gets up from the couch, though his legs still feel like they're made out of jelly. As he falls back onto the couch, you can't help but chuckle at the sight and take a moment to take in the sight in front of you.

Tony's seated on the couch with his eyes looking at you intently, his cream-colored skin slightly flushed from the exertion you have put him through. His broad shoulders, the chest hair trailing down to his toned abs, and his happy trail all led to his delicious cock. If he weren't already entirely spent, you would have happily spent more time on your knees worshipping it, but instead, you reach out your hand to help him again.

"You like what you see, Sunshine?" Tony says shyly, and you feel a heat roaring up inside you. There's nothing you love more than when Tony's shy side comes out, making him look even cuter. It's something all your kids have, too, and it's a trait you adore about them.

"Always do, Handsome," you tell him as you pull him up, finally making your way to the shower. You both take your time washing each other's bodies, and Tony can't help but pay some extra attention to your nipples, rolling and tugging carefully on the barbells adorning them to coax more moans out of you.

"Let's get you settled on the bed, My Love - you've been such a good boy for Mommy that you deserve a back massage," you tell him, and he can feel his cock jump at your words. The sight of you being pregnant shoots through his mind again, and he has to use every ounce of self-control not to bend you over the bed and take you right then and there.

When he's lying on his stomach on the bed, you go and straddle his thighs right beneath his butt before dripping some of your favorite massage oil onto his muscled back. With a soft hum, you start massaging it in, starting at his shoulders as you rub out the knots there.

"God, how did I get so fucking lucky?! Got a beautiful wife with a body to die for, an amazing personality, and great at massaging? I must have won the jackpot with you, Sunshine," he grumbles as you work out every last knot in his back, relaxing him completely as every bit of tension melts under your skilled fingertips.

"I'm lucky too, you know; I get to see the nice ass you have back here every single day," you tell him with a playful smack on his butt cheek, a deep chuckle escaping from his chest that has your butterflies go crazy. Even after a few years of marriage and over a decade of being together, he still makes you feel like you did the first time you met him.

When the massage is finished, both of you get dressed in matching grey lounge outfits, with 'Mr. Stark' and 'Mrs. Stark' embroidered on them, together with your wedding date. Both of you wear your glasses to finish it off, and now it's time to relax until everyone comes home.

As you watch a few movies together on the couch, you're constantly cuddling, kissing, or having a little make-out session between feeding each other various sorts of fruit until your belly starts to rumble around dinner time, and it's time for the two of you to order some take-out. Before they all went out the door, Virginia slipped Tony some money for dinner, and even though you two could easily afford it yourselves, she wanted to take care of you on your relaxing day.

"Pizza?" "Pizza!" you answered, and before you knew it, you were seated in Tony's lap while watching the fourth Harry Potter movie and munching on the pepperoni pizza Tony ordered. The only thing that could make your evening even better was seeing your Munchkins again; luckily you don't have to wait long for that to happen.

Around 8:30 PM, you hear some stumbling. Hudson and Orion are running into the living room, practically lunging themselves onto the couch where you and Tony are cuddling as the fifth Harry Potter movie is just starting.

"Hi, my sweet Munchkins. Did you have fun with Nanna and Jackson today?" Tony asks as he pulls Orion onto his lap for a big hug. Hudson is already curling against your side for his fill of cuddles.

"We did! We went on all the rides, and Gramps bought all three of us a stuffie to bring back," Hudson told both of you, and your gaze shot to Jackson, your Mom's fiancé, as you fought back the tears. This is the first time you heard them call him anything other than Jackson, which genuinely warms your heart.

"Yeah, see? I got Mickey Mouse, Orion got Minnie Mouse, and Paxton got Winnie the Pooh because it matches his sweater," he continues as he shows off his new stuffed animal.

"And have you said thank you to Gramps yet?" you ask them, to which they nodded profusely.

"Good, now you two can prepare for bed because you've had a long day today. I'll be with you to tuck you into bed in 10 minutes, okay?" you tell them, and they nod before getting up and going to the room they're sharing, both ready to go to sleep shortly after.

"And now it's time for some cuddles with my Little One," you sigh happily as you take Paxton from your Mom. He's asleep as you place a soft kiss on his cheek, reveling in the cuteness that is your youngest son. He looks exactly like Tony, making your heart flutter whenever you see it. Now, all you need is a little girl who looks like you and the entire set will be complete.

"How did he do today?" Tony asks as he straightens out Paxton's little sweater.

"Oh, he did amazing! He was delighted to meet some of the characters; he ate like a champ and slept perfectly during nap time as the twins were playing on one of the playgrounds. None of them caused us any trouble at all," Virginia tells you both, and you rest your head on Tony's shoulder as you take in the sight of your son.

It's clear to everyone that the baby fever has officially kicked into full gear for both of you, and there's nothing you have ever wished for more. One more baby will complete your family, and you can't wait to meet them when they're here one day.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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I need help! Are we wanting a happy ending with them getting together or them not ending up together? Let me know your thoughts

Here is part 2- not much that has action. More internal thoughts on both sides of the situation :)

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Eddie found himself back in a hotel room, again all over. His hands burned whenever he looked at them. The hands he put on his own kid. He was spiraling out of control. He did exactly what his wife was praying he would never do. And then added fire to it all when he lost control with Jake.

She told him to get a lawyer and he didn't know where to start with what she meant. Did she mean divorce? Fidning for custody? Was she going to turn him in him for putting his hands on their son? His brain was going a million miles an hour.

He should have known he couldn't just stop. He heard the story about Liam, he heard about the aftermath and how fucked up he became. Why did Eddie think he could easily avoid the addiction? That he could spend many nights getting high and just turn it off in a day?

He hates what Liam put Jake through, and he hates himself for doing it to him and Aria. He knew Y/N didn't deserve it either. She lost someone she loved to drugs before, and now it was happening again. He felt so damn guilty for putting her through this again. He can't imagine the nights she spent crying when he was at parties and blowing his life away.

She loved him and supported him with everything and he betrayed her in a way that was too close to home.

Eddie knew in his heart that his family was more important than the drugs. He knew he wasn't that far gone that he would choose the drugs over them. He just did a horrible job at showing it.

But he wasn't going to just give up. He had the time to get clean, he had places to go if the withdrawals were worse than he planned. He wasn't afraid to throw himself in rehab if that's what she wanted. He was going to get clean and stay clean.

He knew he had to make it up to Jake as well. All the games he missed because he couldn't get out of bed.

He wasn't going to be in any of Aria's birthday pictures, and one she will ask. He owed to make that up to her too.

And Y/N? He didn't know where to start with making it up to her. She welcomed Eddie into Jake's life and he put Jake in danger. That was unforgivable in many ways. And Eddie wasn't sure if that was something he could exactly "make" up to her. But he knew he'd never make his family feel scared of him again.

~~~

He called every morning, and every night. Sometimes she'd pick up, tell him about Aria's day but that was it. She never said a word about Jake and Eddie understood that. It's been a week since the fallout. He knew that he didn't deserve to even get to call her so he took every minute she gave.

Jake had a game this afternoon, Eddie was nervous to show up, but he refused to miss another game. He wanted to be better and this was a shitty step in the right direction. It wasn't much but he hoped it showed he was serious about being there.

He found Y/N and Aria on the bleachers, he respected their space and sat on the opposite side. He didn't want Jake to be distracted by him. He didn't want to upset Jake in a place he always felt positive in.

As the game went on, the more Eddie got invested. Kicking himself for missing so many games. He tried to keep his cheering low and to himself. Not wanting to alert anyone that he was there and make them all feel uneasy.

Jake's team won and he watched as the boy ran to Y/N, hugging her and talking all about his hits. Eddie craved to be there with them, and it hurt knowing he messed up. It was a reminder that even the little things were different because of his mistakes.

~~~

Y/N was used to being alone since Eddie was distant the whole time he was on tour, but this was so much worse. Knowing he was just blocks away and she couldn't feel him. It was like when she was being tortured, he was dangling right there, but everything was different. It wasn't easy, he messed up and it hurt her to make sure he was held accountable. She wanted her husband back and wanted to fall asleep in his arms. She wanted him to make Aria breakfast, and drive Jake to school.

She just wanted it to go back to the way it was before he left for that damn tour. Before he ruined everything and put them in this tough spot.

She almost felt like she was seeing him places. She felt like he was at that baseball game but when she looked he wasn't there. She shrugged it off and took Jake for his celebration ice cream. Aria blabbing happily in her arms.

~~~

As she got Aria settled for bed, she heard her phone ring. She set Aria down and pulled out her phone. Eddie's name and face flashed across her screen. She took a deep breath and answered the call. Allowing him to say goodnight to their daughter.

Once Aria was set for bed, she moved out of the room. Eddie nervously asked if he could talk to Jake. Eddie felt disappointment settle in when Y/N said that Jake refused. But Eddie accepted his answer.

"Thanks for answering, I love you." He held his breath as he waited for her to say something back. A tiny whisper of "I love you too," traveled through the phone. He felt himself smile as she hung up. It was small but it was something.

She got herself ready for bed, Eddie's side still left untouched. She wanted her husband and her family back. But there was a ton of damage done. She was worried they might not be able to come back from this. Would she look like a fool for forgiving him? Would she be a horrible mother for allowing him near Jake again? She had so many questions and hated she was the only one with the answers.

~~~

Jake tossed and turned in his bed. The picture of him and Eddie framed on his desk was taunting him.

He knew what Eddie did was wrong, but he missed him. He never saw his real dad and barely missed him. But Jake has missed Eddie since he left for tour. The Eddie that came home from the tour wasn't his dad, and he missed that version of Eddie.

He believed that version of Eddie was still there, inside him. How did he know?

He saw Eddie on the bleachers during his game. He still cared and he wanted to make up for his mistakes.

Jake wasn't scared of Eddie, he missed his dad.

~~~

Eddie was seconds away from passing out when he heard his phone ding. He blinked open his eyes and adjusted to the brightness on his screen.

"Thanks for coming today, dad"

Eddie smiled at the text from Jake.

He has a lot of work to do fixing himself for his family. But he knew he wouldn't stop until he did.

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smoooothoperator · 10 months

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Beautiful Stranger

10: Ready Or Not

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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warnings: Lily's pov, handritten and falshbacks in italics

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a/n: hello guys!! I'm warning you, the next chapter will be the last one of the story! (not including the epilogue, obviously). I hope all of you like this chapter even if for me seems boring, love you all❤️

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She was broken.

The moment she heard the knocks on her front door she knew he was leaving. Leaving forever.

No matter how much pain he gave her, no matter if he lied to her. She fell in love with the person that shared those days with her. She should forgive him, right? Give him a second chance and let him explain.

But how? How can she do that? Why is it so hard to control her emotions?

Logan, or Lando, whoever he is, lied to her. It's not funny when someone lies to you. But when that person knows everything about you, all your fears and deepest secrets, the trust is gone so quickly.

And that's what happened to her. She trusted him enough to let him sleep on her bed, to let him take showers in her bathroom, to have a bath with her. Enough trust to give herself to him.

And now she's standing in the middle of her apartment, with cushions and blankets on the floor, balls of paper ripped off of her sketchbook with portraits of him.

"How could you?" she mumbled, looking at the first draw she ever made of him. Those eyes staring back at her, this time with a mocking gaze. "Why…"

She spent that day in her bedroom, under the blankets trying to find some comfort and emotional support.

But the pictures on her phone weren't helping at all. All the memories coming back while watching them, those weren't helping at all.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking closer to one of the pillars of the ruins. "We are in Delfos!"

She was looking around, like a kid in a candy store, and he took pictures of her. He took pictures of her smile and how her eyes were bright while looking at all those ruins.

"I only see broken things" he joked, making her slap his arm softly.

"Just imagine it" she said, pointing around. "It just gives me shivers thinking about it"

"You are so cute" he chuckled, kissing her temple. "Come on, take a picture with me"

She sighed, locking her phone and leaving it on the other side of the bed.

She took a deep breath, feeling how the wave of sobs started again. Her brain was punishing her for trusting someone like him, making her remember all the moments she had with him, all the moments she started to fall harder and harder for him.

Logan was a liar and she loved him.

Lily tried to love before. To fall in love with her fiance, or even like him. That man was good with her, he didn't deserve to be left alone in that church, without a wife and with all their family laughing at him.

"Liliane, would you like to go out for dinner with me?" Adrian asked her, walking inside her apartment. "Come on, get ready"

"Adrian… I really don't want to go outside" she sighed l, closing her book and leaving it on the coffee table.

"Then I'll make you something and we'll have dinner here" he nodded. "I saw you have a nice wine around, maybe I can make something and we can open it"

She took a deep breath, looking at the man. How can someone like him accept what his parents did? He's 26 years old and she's 23, how can someone accept something like that just to make their parents happy? What type of parents are them?

"Alright" she nodded. "What are you going to make?"

"Well… I heard that you love Greece" he said. "And casually one of my coworkers' customer is the owner of one of the most famous Greek restaurants in London"

"The Andromeda?" she gasped. "No way, that's one of my favorite restaurants in London!"

"I know, that's why I asked if I could have the recipe of their most famous dish" he said, showing her the screen of his phone.

"That's… that's awesome, Adrian" she smiled softly, visibly touched by the gesture he had with her.

"So yeah, continue reading whatever you were reading while I cook our dinner" he nodded.

Adrian was a handsome man, someone that has all the girls of the company behind him. But she wasn't jealous. She didn't see him that way, she couldn't see herself being in love with him even if she tried.

She blames the karma for everything that is happening to her. If only she tried to be how her parents wanted her to be, or accept her destiny and marry a man she couldn't love.. if she didn't abandon her family, none of this would be happening.

She was heartbroken, knowing that she was having an inner fight, wanting to get up from her bed and go talk with him or just ignore him until he leaves the next day.

The first half hour was easy. She only had to close her eyes and take deep breaths, ignore the noise of her surroundings and focus on her heartbeat.

But again, memories with his face on it came back.

"Lily!" he giggled, getting out of the water of the sea and running towards her.

"Don't you dare! No! Logan!" she exclaimed, knowing that he was going to hug her with his body wet from the water. "Stop it!"

"Come on, let's cool down a little" he chuckled. "You are too hot. And I'm not saying it because you are hot and sexy. If I out an egg on your thigh I bet it would fry"

"You are exaggerating" she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Come to the water with me, come on" he asked her, kissing her shoulder. "It's really nice"

"I was tanning, Logan" she sighed, sitting on the towel.

"And you can continue that later" he smiled. "Come on, are you the same Lily that the same day you had your ankle bandaged, needed to be in the water and fell to the floor of the bathroom? Or the one that literally dragged me out of my apartment to take you to the beach?"

"Oh, and you loved doing that" she smiled, pecking his lips. "Didn't you?"

"Of course I did" he chuckled. "And I loved every minute of that and what came next"

She felt tears again, making her close her eyes hard and gasp while opening them again and sit on the bed.

She heard that love comes with pain, but never imagined it could be that painful.

She doesn't know when she fell asleep, thinking it wasn't possible after what happened, but the knocks on the front door were the reason she woke up.

She heard him. His voice was sad, it didn't sound the same as the previous days.

Lily wanted to open the door, to ask him to stay and never leave. But it was for the best, for both of them. She wanted to tell him so many things, ask him so many things… but her body wasn't helping at all, staying still on the door of her bedroom.

She saw the paper slipping through the door, making her breath get stuck in her throat and her heartbeat increase. She was battling her own body to walk towards the door, wanting to see him one last time. But her body wasn't cooperating.

Maybe she has to forget him. Maybe it's a sign her own body is sending her. Her brain and heart were having an argument, her angel and demon were fighting on her shoulders.

"Why would you want to go to him? He lied to you! He deserves your hate and your silence" her mind and demon groaned.

"You love him, Lily. And he just said he loves you. Everyone deserves a second chance" her heart and angel argued back.

"No" she frowned, looking at the paper. She wants to pick it up, to read it. Maybe it has the answers she's been searching for.

"He hurt you, Lily" her demon said. "Burn that thing. Rip it off. He doesn't deserve your pardon"

Her body was working. Her legs were taking her to the door, letting her grab the paper. It was like her body was being controlled by cords, she was a ragdoll.

"Please, Aphrodite" she mumbled.

She believes in love. She always wanted to find someone who loves her no matter what. Someone who would give her everything she needed and deserved.

And he, Logan, gave her everything.

Ignoring the paper, she opened the door hoping to find him there, waiting for her.

But there was no one waiting.

"Fuck" she mumbled, looking down and closing the door.

The paper remained untouched and ignored for days. All her answers were there, and still, she didn't want to read them. Every time she walked out of her apartment she stepped on that letter.

"Kalimera, Lily" Nora smiled weakly at her. "How are you feeling?"

She looked at the woman in front of her, watching her sad smile directed to her. She knows what happened.

"Good" she lied.

"Lily…"

"No, really. I'm good" she nodded. "I’m really good”

“How many times will you repeat that you are good? Are you doing that to convince yourself?” Nora sighed, placing her hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “You don’t have to lie to me, kid”

“I just…” she sighed, feeling how her shoulders got heavier. “He lied to me, Nora… he made me fall in love and believe his lie from the start. You know me. You know that I don’t like lies…”

“Was it really a harmful lie?” the woman asked, grabbing the chair next to her and sitting on it. “You know why he did that?”

“It doesn’t matter. He lied” she mumbled.

“It does matter. He’s famous. You know how that life is, you know how it is being the daughter of someone that has an important name” she said. “You came here to escape, just like him”

“But that’s not a reason to lie! To tell me that he’s a person he’s clearly not”

“You are being selfish here, Liliane” Nora said, making her flinch when she heard her birth name. “You came to this town escaping from your life, making everyone believe that you are someone you are not. Tell me this, kid. Do you keep that ring you came with? Do you still have the money your parents gave you?”

“Nora…”

“No. This is my time to talk” the old woman interrupted her. “You came to Parga the same day of your wedding. You came to this town with things from your previous life and locked them in a wardrobe. You know you can’t hide from f¡your past forever, Liliane”

“Stop calling me that name…” she mumbled.

“It’s your name. Can’t you see? You came here and did the same thing he did! You changed your name and made everyone believe your lies” she frowned. “That guy loves you. That guy came here all days asking how to make your favorite dishes, which places he should take you. That guy called to check if there weren’t any paparazzi around because he didn’t wanted to expose you two because he knew that sooner or later someone would find him”

“I didn’t ask him to do any of that!”

“Exactly! He did that because he loved you! He loves you! Did you read the letter? Did you read the emails?”

“W-what emails?” she frowned.

“I gave him your email address”

“Nora!”

“Lily, please. I want you to be happy, he made you happy” Nora sighed holding her hands. “Just give him a chance”

Lily sighed, getting up and getting ready to work, trying to get distracted and not look at her phone.

If he sent her emails, why not send her a text? Oh, right… because they never exchanged their numbers.

Summer finished. And then autumn came.

She read his letter a month later, having to grab it after receiving a package with his name on it.

The moment she opened the box, his perfume invaded the apartment, knowing that he sprayed it on the clothes inside of it.

She sighed, grabbing the baby blue hoodie and hugging it. It definitely smells like him.

"Idiot" she whispered, breathing the scent of the material.

A card caught her attention, making her sigh when she recognized his handwriting.

My amazing Lily,

I hope you like this hoodie. I read that the cold in Greece comes late, but I know that you like to wear hoodies no matter the weather outside.

I hope next time we meet you wear this hoodie.

I miss you.

I love you.

Yours,

Lando.

She sighed, tracing the handwriting with her fingertips. She remembers how he used to write on her notebooks, trying to copy the words she wrote in Greek.

She imagined how he looked while writing this letter, how he could be biting his lip, how he could shrug his nose.

The day she received the box, she read his letter and emails, making her wonder how he's doing, how is his life without her.

She wanted to answer, write to him and call him. But there was something stopping her.

What was it? Fear? Maybe… Anger? No.

Pain. The knife of betrayal was still buried on her chest and everytime she read about him, it slipped deeper and deeper.

Maybe his life is better without her. Maybe she was only a summer fling for him. Maybe he doesn't need her anymore.

That's what she thought while opening her email app, not finding news about him.

Maybe… maybe he forgot about her.

He went from writing all weeks to write only once a month. Even if he said that he loves her, she feels alone, not loved anymore.

Maybe she should write to him. Maybe she should ask why he doesn't write to her anymore.

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

Maybe she deserves this, all the torture and the pain. Because Nora was right: she's a liar too.

What she considered her home was now a torture room, making all the memories of them come back to her. The town she loved was now the stage where ghosts of them danced in synchrony, making her remember that he's no longer with her.

Everytime she walked through that street she could remember the first time he saw him, making her feel goosebumps on the ankle she injured.

Everytime she went to that private beach she could remember all the times they nearly kissed, how he confessed that he was dying to kiss her, searching for orange shells and talking about nothing. Now she looks around trying to find those shells as a way of having him close to her again.

This place holds too many memories of him, of someone that is no longer hers.

Maybe she has to leave and find a new home, a new place, and start from zero. Be herself, Liliane Barton.

She called him immature. But how wrong was she, when the immature here was herself, living on a lie she created even if she escaped from one. She never wanted to be what her parents asked her to be. She thought that she could be like those women from the tales her babysitter read to her when she was a kid. She thought she could be brave and strong, a fighter everyone could respect.

But to be fair, she's still being a little girl that wants to escape from the real world.

"Mature, you idiot" she groaned looking at herself in the mirror.

She tried to find somewhere to go. Somewhere to settle down and act like the adult she is. A home, a job… whatever she needed.

"What if he comes back?" Nora asked her with a sad smile, grabbing the keys of the apartment. "What if he's searching you?"

"Will he?" she smiled weakly. "Do you really think he will come? I don't think so… he stopped writing, Nora. Even if I wrote to him once he never replied. I'm the past…"

"Oh, Lily…"

"Liliane" she corrected her. "I learned my lesson. No more lies"

"I'm proud of you, little girl" she smiled, hugging her. "But… I'm sure he will come"

"Then if he does that you know what to do" she whispered, hugging the woman that was like a mother to her one last time, pulling away and grabbing her suitcase.

When she came for the first time to that town, dressed with a summer dress and her hair styled as a bride, she was a scared girl.

But now, dressed with a red hoodie and the name of the eSports team of someone she still loves on it, she feels free.

This time she's free.

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nkirukaj · 2 months

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Hi are your requests open do you take requests if yes may I ask for this super specific idea if you could maybe do headcanons for it

Charlie, Lilith and Lucifer met Lucifers ex wife which Lucifer left for Lilith and she has changed alot her personality has gone from a shy submissive woman to a more independent and emotionally stronger woman (if you could maybe add the ex wife's daughter and son that are also Lucifer's which he did now about) could you make it angst and platonic thank you

I do take requests! I just removed it from my bio because no one was requesting ha ha!

This is actually my first time doing one of these tbh, so I hope I did your request justice, and I hope you like it. Thanks for the ask!

I Was First (Lucifer x ExWife!reader- Platonic)

- You were Lucifer’s first wife, made alongside him in heaven

- He was always rambunctious and creative, while you stepped to the side and let him have his spotlight

- You two loved each other enough, at least enough to have two children together (a boy and a girl)

- Lucifer’s dreams were too wild for you to support, in your fear of going against the elders

- After the elders had made the first humans on Earth (Adam and Lilith), Lucifer told you that he was going to take a trip down there to see what it was like

- You agreed to wait for him, but he never returned. It was then when you were informed that both he and Lilith were banished to the dark pit of sin.

- You were certainly heartbroken, but you didn’t have time to be for too long as you had not only a job in Heaven to do, but two kids to care for. So, as time went on, you put on your big girl wings and took care of some business

- Eons have gone by and you decide that it’s might be time to take a visit down to Hell and show your kids their father

- Once arriving you knocked on their door, expecting to see your ex-husband, but the one who opened it was girl definitely taller than Lucifer, with long blonde hair in a ponytail.

- “Hello.” She said “I’m Charlie, nice to meet you. And you are?”

- “Who are you?” You ask her, “and where is Lucifer?”

- “He’s upstairs, and I’m his daughter.” Her smile is awkward

- “Charlie? Who’s at the door?” Came another voice. The person it belonged to, being an even taller demo was with cascading blonde hair and horns.

- Lilith. The woman your husband had left you for.

- You do you best to keep your anger in check, but when she goes to ask “Who are you?” You can’t help yourself

- “I’m Y/N. Lucifer’s wife and these are his children” you gesture to your son and daughter

- Nothing could compare to the horror and disgust on both Lilith and Charlie’s faces

- So naturally you all want to talk to Lucifer

- Lucifer’s eyes practically pop out of his head when he sees all 5 of you sitting together

- Both of his wives are not happy

- You both speak at the same time. “Lucifer, who is this?” & “Were you ever planning on coming back to see your children?”

- Lucifer is dumbfounded for a while, literally stunned into silence

- It’s not that he’d forgotten about you, just that he’d gotten swept up in other things

- “I’d like you all to know, that whatever happens. These are his children, and they deserve to see their father” you assert to the group

- (Mostly Lilith, as she is staring daggers your way)

- Lucifer explains to Lilith that you were made for him, the same way she was made for Adam, and he had kids with you before he met her.

- And then turns to explain to you how he never meant to abandon you, but he just fell so hard for Lilith, and before he knew it, they were banished here, and he wasn’t allowed to come back and explain it all to you.

- You were all disappointed in him, but at least glad that he owned up to his mistakes.

- Though it wasn’t ideal for anybody, you all agreed on one thing, these kids deserve a father

- So you agreed that you and your children would live with Lucifer and Lilith, to get to know their dad, their new stepmom and their younger sister.

- It may not be conventional, but it’s the best solution they could agree on

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I would love to hear your meta on the scene from Renfield with the priest and the vampire hunter, if you’d be willing to share!

SURE, THANK GOD YOU ASKED.

My thing with that scene is it was peak Give Renfield A Hug and also the most irredeemable thing he does in the movie short of destroying some kid's ant farm, and that instantly made me fall in love with him.

I like the fact they made Renfield an aggressively sympathetic character and at the same time not wholly innocent. Robert Montague Renfield is neither a good guy or a bad guy but he deserves to be okay. (Also he may come off way more "sane" as movie Renfields go but he's not a well person lol, and the fact he's in an all-gender support group for abuse survivors very rapidly becomes not so much A Joke as it is the Entire Point of the movie.)

In the flashbacks, it's totes played for comedy and riffing on the 1931 movie and there's a little bit of an "unreliable narrator" vibe to it when Renfield's like, it was good we had great times etc. :))) We don't really know how in control of himself he is or how much he's whitewashing. But then we get the church/vampire killer thing and there's like... the first seed of something more real going on. The movie tells us upfront that the last time Dracula was almost defeated he stopped it, willingly, and it wasn't normal vampire enthrallment stuff as much as a very human emotional choice.

There's some heavy-handed manipulation happening and it's *completely* non-supernatural. They'll lock you away. I'll protect you. I care about you. And Nic Hoult's big woobie eyes hold all the sadness and isolation and genuine hope/desire to be loved, and it's unhealthy attention but there's nothing better out there for him. 🥺 <- emoji rendition of Renfield and also me.

Oh and for good measure his "he really means it this time" internal monologue is 100% meant to sound like toxic/abusive boyfriend stuff he's echoing from the support group, which is A Joke in this movie until it's not anymore.

(Side note, I saw you mention this in another post - the mental institution headcanon is Valid. I would've liked for it to be explicitly in there somewhere but as far as I'm concerned nothing *contradicts* it and it's one of like 3 facts people associate with Spiders Georg over here. So I'll take that crumb that the threat of him getting locked up is just as likely to be in an asylum (again) as a jail. And yikes the legitimate fear of that being WORSE than the hell he's currently in.)

And the second he does the thing, some priest *completely proves Dracula right* by immediately throwing more guilt and blame on Renfield and being like YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYONE ELSE HE KILLS NOW. Which, fair! But also, dude, you're being the opposite of helpful here! Lmao fucking Catholics. He knows this! It's why he can't get out! Of course he chose Dracula and he did it on purpose and he did it because of trauma and it *cemented* him being trapped forever. This is the climax of an entire other movie in which Renfield is probably not the main character but would definitely end up my problematic fave anyway.

SO YEAH. Between that and the reveal he left a whole wife & kid, there's such an interesting theme of guilt/shame on top of self-esteem and learned helplessness issues I was not anticipating in this movie. It's important for him to get to a place of: "I want to blame this legitimately awful monster but I also did SOME of this to myself, and when I can accept that without immediately going into a fetal position, it gives him less power over me."

Does not remove his power completely! 'Cause Renfield 2023 is also not, like, saying that you can just Easily Decide To Leave Your Violent Abuser. But the affirmations about being enough and deserving better and seeking better in spite of having failed or fucked up before are important.

#renfield #renfield 2023 #local-redhead-bookworm

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lifespectator · 2 years

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Family Halloween

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Summary: A Halloween special I did. I hope you guys enjoy it!

A/N: Thanks to my awesome friend @ironboybooks for giving me this idea. Make sure to check out 'ironboybooks' on Wattpad. He's a great writer and some of the best x Male Reader books.

3rd POV

After a long mission, Y/n finally arrived at the front of his home. It was the same ordeal. Some terrorist group tried to get hold of powerful weapons and The Avengers had to be there to stop them.

He had to admit Sam, as team leader, made the missions quite enjoyable.

Y/n started walking to the front door of his home while on the phone with Sam.

"Another successful mission, Cap" Y/n said, making his friend laugh. "I'm still not used to that name." Sam responded.

"You should. You earned it." It was true. If anyone deserved Steve's mantle, it was Sam.

"I'll try, brother. In the meantime, Uncle Sam has to take his two zombie nephews out for candy before they eat him." Both men laughed as they said their farewells. Y/n hasn't entirely connected the dots of what is special about today's date.

Once Y/n opened the door. He made sure to be as silent as possible. He didn't want to wake up his wife and kids. That was until he heard some noises in the kitchen.

Unbeknownst to him, Wanda was helping their sons, Tommy and Billy, with their costumes. Wanda was going to take them trick or treating.

As Y/n entered the kitchen, both kids got out of Wanda's grasp and ran up to him.

"I'm glad you're back!" Billy said. Y/n just laughed and hugged them both tightly. "Is their no kiss for your wife?" Wanda asked in fake sad tone while pouting.

Y/n just chuckled as he made his way to Wanda. "I was saving the best one for you." He leaned down and gave her a tenderly kiss. "I missed you." Wanda said.

"I also missed you." Y/n said as he noticed how his Wife was dressed. "What's the special ocassion?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Mom is going to take us out for candy! Tommy exclaimed. Y/n was still confused. "Today is Halloween, silly." Wanda said.

Y/n finally understood why Sam mentioned zombies and why the boys wore costumes at night. He had completely forgot today was the 31st.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Y/n eyed up Wanda. "I'm a vampire!" Wanda responded while doing a quick spin. 'A hot one.' Y/n thought.pp

"You should come with us dad." Billy said. "Yeah, that would be cool." Tommy supported the idea.

"I'd love to, but what would I wear?" Y/n asked. After taking off the combat suit he wore on the field, he just put on some jeans and a hoodie.

"Don't worry baby." Wanda continued. "I can fix that."

"Where did you get this cape?" Y/n asked. Wanda only smiled. "I bought it this morning while you were away. I wanted all us to have matching costumes." Wanda answered his question.

"I had lost hope that you would make it on time." Wanda said. Y/n only sighed. He's been thinking for some time now of leaving the team to focus full-time om his family.

Wanda put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. It was her way of telling him to take his time before making a decision

"Mom, dad. Can Tommy and I go to the other houses?" Billly asked. "Yeah, you're taking forever." Tommy said.

Y/n only laughed. "Sure, just don't go too far." Wanda said. Y/n felt his heart warm seeing how a great mother Wanda is. He also get's to call her 'mommy'.

"Well, at least we have some alone time." Y/n told Wanda to which she giggled. "We can have some when we arrive home." Wanda responded with a wink.

"How was the mission?" Wanda asked. "It was ok. A granade exploded right before me, but I'm fine." Wanda got worried and eyed up Y/n to find any visible wounds. "I'm joking." Y/n said, and Wanda smacked his arm. "Ow." Y/n playfully whined. "Don't scare me like that." Y/n just giggled.

"Is this going to be your new look?" Y/n pointed out Wanda's short white hair. "No, only for today." She responded. "Is it a wig?" Y/n got confused when Wanda shook her head. "Magic Remember?"

"Magic or no magic, you're still special to me." Y/n said as he carresed Wanda's cheek.

"Hey love birds." A unknown voice said. Y/n and Wanda quickly looked to where the voice came from. "Let's make this quick. Hand me over whatever you guys have on you." The guy pulled out a knife.

Y/n quickly got into a fighting stance, analyzing the best way to take the guy down. Before he can do anything, the guy just fainted.

When Y/n tried to figure out what just had happened, he looked to his left to see his wife smirking and the noticible chaos magic on her right hand. A smirk also plastered across his face.

"What would I do without you?" Y/n asked. "Their are many answer to that question but I'm the one who is supposed to get you tired tonight." Wanda said biting her lip at the end.

"Let's go get the boys. It's late already." Y/n said, pulling Wanda's hand.

The family had finally made it back home. The kids had collected a lot of candy which they were eager to eat.

"Today was fun!" Tommy exclaimed, jumping up and down. "I'm really glad that we went as a family." Billy said.

Y/n watched the whole scene and was happy. He was planning to find a way to spend more time with his family.

"Alright, boys, go clean up and change into your pajamas." Wanda informed. "Oh, and no candy until tomorrow." Wanda said as the kid's booed and turned to their father to see if he would intervene. "You heard the queen." Was all he said as the boys went upstairs.

"How long do you plan on having the white hair?" Y/n asked. "I can't take it off now if you like." Wanda responded as she lifted her hand.

"Don't." Y/n said. "Maybe we can, um, roleplay?" Y/n suggested shyly, making Wanda laugh.

"Have it your way Mr. L/n." Wanda said in a seductive tone.

"Let's take it to our room Mrs. L/n." Y/n picked up his wife bridal style and started walking upstairs to their bedroom.

The boys already enjoyed halloween. Now it's their time to enjoy it.

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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Where you goin, Star?

Biker Bucky Barnes x Rich girl Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 7

Warnings: swearing, angst, vague rape/noncon, substance abuse, violence

After the groundbreaking....

Tony Stark and his wife Pepper took John and Y/N out to dinner. John grilled Tony beyond what would be considered socially acceptable, trying to get information about his partnership with the Commandos. Y/N sat quietly, exchanging pleasantries with Pepper when necessary.

John wasn't pleased with any of it. Tony Stark wasn't a supporter but John wanted Tony's deep wallet in his corner. He knew that his wife knew how important Starks support could be and she was just sitting there like a useless bitch. John remembered how beautiful and exciting she was before they got married, of course he blamed her for being lazy instead of thinking he might be behind her bad attitude. He also needed to know what Barnes and his friends were doing back in town. He couldn't afford to lose his access to the Pierce fortunes.

"You'll have to excuse my wife, Mr Stark, she's a little shy. Somehow she prefers dirtbags to higher society." He snapped.

Tony smiled at her gently, Nick had given him the basic details about Barnes and his Star. She didn't seem much like the woman that Nick told him about which made Tony wonder what John had done to her. "That's alright, John, I don't want to make the lady uncomfortable." He turned to Y/N "Pepper told me you are an accomplished equestrian but have been missing from the show circuit since you married Johnny here."

John glared at her, then flashed an obviously fake smile at Tony but Tony didn't miss the malevolence in his eyes directed at Y/N. John grabbed her hand "Yes, she was but she dropped that hobby to help me with my career. I couldn't have asked for a more supportive wife" and squeezed her hand painfully.

Y/N smiled weakly "I do love horses but it was time to grow up and look towards the future."

Pepper gave Tony a concerned look at her response "That's a shame, didn't you have lessons or some kind of program for at risk kids?" She knowingly looked at John "Voters love that kind of human interest, seeing that their candidates families do something to give back. Campaign donors as well."

John looked skeptical "I don't know that she has the time for that sort of thing. There's a Senate election next year that will keep us busy."

Tony rolled his eyes "Weren't you just sworn into the House? Shouldn't you focus on your new job instead of looking for another one?"

John chuckled "I always like to keep my eye on the future. I'd hate to miss an opportunity." And smiled as he blatantly looked Pepper up and down.

"So, Tony. How did you end up in business with bikers? They don't seem the most reliable people"

Tony rubbed his hand down his face thinking John had a pretty high opinion of himself considering he married himself into political office. "My protege is one of them. Kid is brilliant, almost as smart as me. Nick Fury and his Commandos kept him out of trouble before I found him. They might be a little rough around the edges but they are good people. Besides, I prefer not to get hung up on appearances or labels. Those men all served our country and want to help their community."

John rolled his eyes "If you say so" before the food arrived. Then he spent the meal checking Pepper out and trying to gauge whether Tony could be swayed to his side. He barely noticed Y/N was even there until she excused herself.

When she closed the ladies room door behind her, Y/N let out a sigh of relief, even if she only had a few moments. She quickly washed a couple of pills down with a drink from her flask and rubbed her neck. Looking at her watch she realized it was almost 9pm and she needed to get back to her parents house before it got too late.

When she came back to the table Tony and Pepper were standing to leave. Tony looked angry and John looked smug, eyes glued to Peppers chest. Tony quickly covered his wife with her coat and grabbed the check.

Pepper gave Y/N a hug and dropped a business card into her purse. Tony kissed her cheek and murmured "Call us if we can do anything to help, Star."

Hearing the nickname made her heart race and she tried to steady her voice "Thank you so much for dinner, Tony, Pepper. It was lovely getting to know you both. I hope we'll be able to get together again soon."

Tony smiled tensely. John chuckled "Yes we must get together again." And stared at Peppers ass while she walked away.

When they were in John's car, Clint driving, John put his arm around her shoulders and punched her in the stomach "What the fuck was that about? Tony Stark is a very influential businessman and potential donor and first you barely speak and then you go on about your stupid horses like he cares." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back "When will you learn that you are nothing? No one cares about the stupid rich girl and her fucking horses." He spat in her face "You're nothing but an ornament, meant to look nice and have my kids. Your thoughts and feelings don't mean shit, Princess."

Y/N tried to protest "But Pepper brought horses up, I didn't-"

John roared "Shut up you stupid cunt. I don't care!"

He ripped her dress and had his way with her while Clint drove. John couldn't even be bothered to put the privacy divider up.

Y/N just lay there numb, hoping he would finish soon.

After they arrived at her parents house, John berated her for almost 30 minutes before he left. On his way out he pinched her nipple until she cried out and told Brock "I don't have time to punish her so I'll let you have a turn. Just remember to wear a condom and don't make any marks where people might see them." He looked at his wife and smirked "I've heard Brock is rougher than I am, try not to miss me too much."

Y/N looked at Brock apprehensively "I think I'll head up to bed" but he grabbed her before she could get away.

"I don't think so sweetheart, it's still early and I'll be honest with you, I've been waiting for a chance at your cunt for 3 fucking years so I'm not waiting any longer, sweet butt." He pulled her to him and stuck his tongue in her mouth, laughing when she shoved him away. "One thing is for sure, this will go easier for you if you don't fight but I really hope you do. I love a challenge."

She took a few seconds to weigh her options and decided she had a better chance of getting him out of the way so she could sneak out, if she went on the offensive.

Star took a swig from her flask and steeled herself to seduce Brock.

It only took 20 minutes for her to get Brock off and for him to pass out. Star carefully extricated herself from him and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. 15 minutes later she was dressed in leggings and a hoodie, and he was still snoring so she climbed down from her balcony and headed to meet Bucky.

When she arrived at the corner she didn't see him around yet so lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, the exhale relaxing her.

"Where you goin, Star?"

She scoffed "When are you going to give up that stupid nickname?"

Bucky shook his head "You'll always be my Star."

He watched as she took another hit "When did you start smoking, Star? That shit will kill you, you know."

She laughed hollowly "Not fast enough." She looked at him like she was trying to read his mind "So spit it out. I don't have all night. Brock is passed out but I don't know how long that will last. And don't apologize again."

She stared at him, waiting.

Bucky looked at her sadly "Why did you marry him, Star? I told you-"

She spat at him "You didn't tell me shit Barnes except how much you loved me right before you deserted and blocked me."

He shook his head "That's not true, Star. I gave Brock a package to give you. I'm guessing he didn't." He sighed "I just wish you had waited."

"Waited for what? You blocked me and my father didn't give me any choice."

"There's always a choice, if-"

Star was fuming "A choice? A CHOICE!!" She tried to keep her voice down "Do you want to know what my goddamn choice was, James? I could marry John, or Brock could kill all my horses"

Bucky shook his head "No doll, your father wouldn't have done something like that. He had too much money invested in your horses. You should have.." But stopped when he saw the look on her face.

"I should have what, James? I refused to marry John. Dear old dad told me get with the program or else. I said no and he had Brock-" her voice caught and she choked "He had Brock kill Charlie. Shot him in the head, right in front of me" she took in a few painful gulps of air "Promised to kill Lulu next if I didn't cooperate." She wiped her eyes "You had a choice, James. You chose to leave me, knowing what a bastard my father was. I didn't have any choice. I'm not selfish enough to let my friends die so I could leave. And that's the tip of the iceberg" She lit another cigarette "I don't need or want you anymore, James. You can go."

She turned "Actually, wait. Why did you come back? The timing is questionable."

Bucky sighed "I'm sorry Star. I really didn't think he would do anything like that. I know you hate me now and I get it but I want to help you. I'll leave you alone if you want but I want to help you get away from John."

She pushed "But why NOW? It's been 3 years. Why not a year ago or two years. Why not next year? I'm really curious."

Bucky stammered "I meant to be back within a year but it took longer to get everything together. Now because it was time to break ground on our shop."

She looked at him in disbelief "Really? My upcoming birthday and the large inheritance I'm expecting didn't have any impact on your decision? Or my father's death and what I'll get from him?" She laughed "You didn't decide to sweep in and save the poor heiress just in time to enjoy my inheritance? How fucking dumb do you think I am?"

Bucky shook his head "No, Star. I swear. I left to make myself a better man. One who deserved you." He looked at her with tears in his eyes "I went back to school. All three of us, we took courses to become certified Harley mechanics and I got a degree in business management so we could start our own shop. The money your dad gave me helped us survive while we were in school.

The night I met him he told me that you wouldn't stay for long with a loser biker who couldn't even pay rent for his own apartment. I decided that I wanted to be a better man for you but the contract that he insisted on required that I leave town and not have any contact with you. I gave Brock a package for you but I realize he didn't. One more thing i need to hurt him for."

Star looked confused "I could list a hundred reasons to hurt Brock but why would you?"

"Star, he's hurt you and, and" Bucky choked back a sob "John told me" he could barely say it "You were pregnant?" And tried to hold the tears back.

Stars knees buckled and she almost fell but leaned against the wall and nodded, eyes filled up with more tears.

Bucky tried to reach out to her, wanting to help her carry the pain but she pulled away and wrapped her arms around herself.

"I'm so sorry, Star. I'm so fucking sorry. I know I still don't deserve you but please let me help. I'll leave you alone but I want to help you."

She looked at him with dull eyes and scoffed "You can't help me James. I have no inheritance, my father fixed that, and if I leave John will have Brock kill the rest of my horses. I couldn't live with myself. Enjoy your business, I can't go anywhere."

She turned to go back to the house and he stopped her.

"Please doll. I'll do anything. I've made a couple of powerful friends. I could help you get an attorney to help with your inheritance, or make John disappear." He tried to joke.

She sighed "James, he's a congressman you can't make him disappear. He has all sorts of contingencies so if something happens to him, I'll suffer. He has my dads money and the best attorneys, he's too powerful. And that's if I trusted you to help me, which I don't. You should have let me decide if you were enough.

Go back to your garage."

Y/N hurried back to the house and got nervous when she couldn't hear Brocks snoring or see him in her bed where he was passed out. She froze when she heard him chuckle "Aawww, there you are, Princess. You're in deep shit." He grabbed her around the throat and slammed her against the wall. "You're gonna have to work your ass off to keep me from telling John." He kissed her messily and she tried to pull away. When she couldn't move away she bit his tongue.

Brock roared "Fucking bitch! You're gonna pay for that. I'm taking that ass. After I beat it raw"

Y/N panicked "No, Brock, I never. Please."

He laughed "Never? Even better." He turned her around and threw her onto the bed, ripping her leggings down around her ankles so she couldn't move her legs. He started raining blows down on her bare skin. She cried and tried to get away from him but he was too strong and too angry. He laughed "Thats right princess, cry all you want your tears only make me harder. I can't wait to tear that tight hole apart. You're gonna wish you never met me"

Brock called Jack into the room and they took their turns with all of her holes, not even stopping when she passed out as the sun was coming up.

She woke up a few hours later, hurting all over and sticky with sweat and cum.

It hurt to move but she forced herself into a hot shower after taking her pills.

She scrubbed away all the traces of Brock and Jack until her skin felt raw.

After drying off she put on an oversized t-shirt and soft leggings.

When she saw that Brock was still asleep she quietly made her way downstairs to her fathers office.

She continued going through his desk, hoping she might find something to nullify her fathers will. She knew he must have some dirt on John, to keep him in line, her father always liked to be in charge.

It took another 2 days until she found a small key that had the name and address of her father's bank on a luggage tag on the keychain. It was hidden behind the desk drawer. When she realized it was a key for a safe deposit box it was already after the bank closed.

She hid the key under the bottom panel of her purse and went to sleep with plans to go to the bank in the morning.

Chapter 8

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tomtenadia · 1 year

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Dress me up

Hello all,

here I am with another Rowaelin based on the foilowing prompt:

Rowaelin son, age 5/6/7 or so sees his big sister wearing a pretty dress and nail polish and asks dad if he could look pretty too??? and Rowan paints his nails

@rowaelinprompts

I have been eying that prompt for ages and today inspiration finally struck. it was fun to write and I hope I did it justice.

As usual I am bad at titles so apologies for that.

1.7k words

No warning, just pure undiluted Rowaelin fluff with their kids and Rowan being the most amazing dad that all the in the universe deserve.

Enjoy

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Rowan loved weekends. He had a Monday to Friday corporate job, while his wife Aelin was a surgeon and could not always have that luxury. Those two days at home gave him the opportunity to spend time with his kids. Maya was fifteen and growing way to fast for his taste. Freyja was eight and a little tornado. Thomas was the youngest at five and now he and Aelin were expecting another child. Having a big family had been their dream from the start. Their friends called them crazy but they did not care. They had desired a house full of laughter, screams and in perpetual chaos. Adjusting the work balance to an ever growing family had taken some adjustments but in the end they had made it work and the kids were thriving.

Rowan was in the kitchen tidying up after lunch, Freyja at his side helping him placing crockery in the dishwasher which he then had to reshuffle. She just loved to dump things randomly so then he had to move everything again according to his very highly tested stacking plan. Truth was, he did not care. Having his daughter’s company was precious to him.

“All done!” Freyja had raised her arms in celebration.

He chuckled and closed the door “yes, my love, now, do you want to press the button?”

“Yes!” Freyja pressed the button that her dad had indicated and sat down in front of the machine that had a glass window allowing them to see inside.

“Wash!”

Rowan lifted his daughter in his arms “let’s go and see what your sister and brother are doing.”

They walked to Thomas’ room and found it empty until laughter reached them from the room at the end of the corridor “let’s go and see what they are up to.”

Maya’s room was chaos. It looked as if his daughter’s room had suffered a wardrobe explosion.

“Did you have a fight with the closet?”

Freya squirmed in his arms and he let her go and his younger daughter ran to her sister’s bed and started trying on clothes that were far too big for her. Thomas in the meantime was sitting on the carpet and stared at his two sisters in fascination. He was a very quiet boy and Aelin kept telling him that he was a little Rowan.

“Mum did tell you that I am going to Aidan’s birthday party later on, right?”

“Yes Maya, she did and I know that auntie Elide is picking you up.”

Maya sat frustrated on the bed after throwing another dress on the floor “I look horrible in every dress.”

Rowan sighed. He and Aelin were getting used to a teenager daughter and all the drama that came attached with it. Luckily their circle of friends was more or less in the same situation so they had been exchanging tips on how to deal with angry, stressed and frustrated teenagers.

“There is this girl from my class that I really like and I just want to look nice but…” a loud groan left Maya’s lungs.

His eldest was all Aelin. Fierce and hot tempered just like her mother. Six months before, Maya had gone to her mother and confessed she thought she was interested in both girls and boys. She hadn’t said anything to him because she was afraid to disappoint him, but when Aelin told him he had gone and spoke to Maya offering all of his support. His daughter happiness was all that mattered. He had only told her that no matter whether she brought home a woman or a man, he was still playing jealous dad because she was and would always be his princess.

Rowan walked to the bed and picked a nice green dress “what about this one? It matches your eyes.” Maya was his clone. Same silver hair and same pine green eyes. The other two were a mix of both parents’ traits.

“What do you think kids? Does Maya look nice in this one?”

Freyja and Thomas approved loudly and Maya smiled.

“Fine, family approval. I guess I can try this on.”

While Maya disappeared to get changed, Freyja had sneaked in the open wardrobe and started taking out all of her sister’s remaining dresses and when Rowan turned he saw her with a red wig that her sister had used for Samhain a few years back.

“Looking good Freya.”

The girl giggled and in that instant Maya came back and Rowan turned to her. The dress suited her perfectly and hugged her in the right places without being too sensual. She looked beautiful and a part of him ached at the idea that her daughter would start to date soon and he was not ready to see her going through all of the heartache in the process. Not everyone was as lucky as he and Aelin had been. Not everyone got to marry their best friend and soulmate.

“Baby, you are stunning and I hope that girl will see it too.”

“You are so pretty,” added Freyja hugging her sister at knee level.

“Tom, what do you think?”

“I like green.”

“Well, you have the family approval and I am sure mum would agree too. I just texted her.”

Maya started to get ready and Freyja kept playing with her sister’s clothes. Rowan then noticed Thomas trying to wear a nice blue dress.

“It’s too big, Tom.”

“But I like it.” Hurt thick in his voice.

Freya looked at her brother and disappeared away, probably to her room. When she came back she was carrying her little suitcase which was full of a lot of her princess dresses and accessories.

Thomas looked at his sister with joy and the two young ones started rummaging in the suitcase.

“We can have a parade.” Added Maya, looking at her siblings with delight.

Maya helped Freyja and Rowan sat on the floor and he and Thomas went through the clothes until the boy settled on a nice sparkly princess dress.

Thomas’ gaze then landed on Freyja wearing a tiara and then Maya painting her nails “Dada, I want to look pretty too.” He added, while pointing at his sisters.

Freyja walked to her brother and placed her tiara on his head and the boy smiled.

“Do you want to paint your nails too? Like your sister?”

The boy squealed in delight and ran to Maya who at the question had sat down on the floor and took out her box with nail polish “which one do you want?”

Thomas looked at his father and Rowan nodded “you have a light blue dress, do you want blue nail polish too?”

“Green.”

“Green it is.”

Maya was about to start painting her brother’s nails but Rowan stopped her “I got this, finish getting ready. The little ones and I will get ready for our party tonight with mum.”

“Yes. Can we party with mum?”

“She is coming home soon, we need to get ready for her.”

Rowan sat on the bed and asked Thomas to kneel and place his hand on his thigh “now you need to sit still.”

One by one he painted all the nails and then Maya showed him how to blow on them to dry faster.

In the meantime, Freyja had finished dressing up and was wearing one of her favourite Disney princess costume, her sister’s red wig a set of bright yellow sunglasses and a plastic sword in her hands. It was the weirdest combination but he and Aelin had always allowed the children to express themselves freely.

“Dad, am I pretty too?”

“Absolutely dashing, my love.”

The girl preened just like her mother would do.

Once Thomas’s nail were dry he just started jumping around happy “I am pretty.”

He took a picture of all of them when Freyja walked to him and pulled his hand for attention “dada, you need to look pretty too.”

“Do I?”

“Yes,” Freyja gave him wide grin showing her missing tooth. He sat back down on the floor and Freyja placed a bright pink boa feather scarf around his neck, Thomas gave him another of the many tiaras and Freyja then added a pair of big clip on earrings.

“Dada, you are pretty too now.”

Rowan stood and walked to the mirror and laughed.

In that instant Aelin’s voice reached them all and the two wee ones started screaming in happiness.

“Slowly, we will parade down the stairs and surprise mum.”

Freyja was the first one out of the room and Thomas followed holding her hand.

“Dad, you look dashing too. Does mum know she married a pretty princess?”

Rowan grinned and flicked his long hair and adjusted his tiara “Maya, your mum is the warrior who slays dragons for me.”

They both laughed and then Rowan offered his arms to his daughter “let’s go.”

Together they reached the living room where Thomas and Freyja were parading in front of Aelin who was sitting on the sofa.

Rowan saw her face restrain a laughter as soon as she spotted her husband and his current attire.

“You make a good princess, dear husband.”

“We had the best stylists.” Added Maya with pride.

Aelin looked at her daughter with love “you are beautiful, my love.” She then placed her hands on her hips “now I am the boring one and we can’t have this.”She disappeared upstairs and came back ten minutes later among laughter from the rest of the family. She was wearing her koala pyjama a green wig and a sword attached to her hip “Baby and I went for comfort.”

“This definitely deserves a photo.”

Rowan went to grab the camera and set it on a timer and ran back. He took a spot beside Aelin, his arms sneaking around her waist while the other landed on her baby bump. Maya was at her mum’s other side. Aelin had a hand on her sword, Freyja was in front of her and had her own wielded and in an attack pose. Thomas’s face was morphed in a grimace and pretended to be a monster scaring his sister.

Rowan went to retrieve the camera and together they looked at the photo “well, no one can say that we don’t know how to have fun.”

“Buzzard, we are the Whitethorn-Galathynius, we are awesome.”

The kids roared their approval and the party began.

The photo became a permanent fixture on top of their mantlepiece framed in the sparkliest frame Freyja could find.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 5 months

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//Hey, so I really don't want to end the night on a negative note, really I don't, but there's something I really need to say to the general audience.

//I love you guys, really I do, and I know that a lot of you have done some really nice things for me, especially since I've been through a lot of tough shit these past few years.

//You're all being so supportive and good to me, and I know that the likelihood of you ever holding something against me that I don't deserve is pretty minimal, so there's no need to take what I'm about to say seriously if that is true.

//That being said, let me make one thing clear here: If you are in any way responsible for the JoCat situation, there is nothing you can do or say to make me forgive you, and I hope terrible things happen to you and that everything you love somehow gets destroyed.

//Savage? Yes, and I'm sorry. Warranted? Absolutely.

//As a casual viewer of Shenpai and some of her friends, JoCat is a really nice guy who doesn't deserve any of the crap he received. I can see why he would want to pursue something other than content creation, and I fully support that decision if it helps him, but it's really unfortunate that his actions were motivated by unjustified hatred.

//The JoCat incident is just another excellent illustration of how the internet penalizes "cringe" far more severely than anyone who has ever done anything wrong.

//Like the internet's default reaction to seeing something cringeworthy is to make up a story about how a your wife left you because you're a reddit coomer and you r***d a kid out of spite, and everyone believes it for some reason.

//The most significant lesson from this, in my opinion, has nothing to do with JoCat or sexuality in general.

//This type of cold, sarcastic "shitposting" can definitely be considered and constitute harassment, and it shows you are a cowardly, pathetic person.

//And yes, I know this is coming from someone who prides themselves on being sarcastic, but generally speaking, if you can't say something nice, don't even try to say it.

//Furthermore, this isn't a case of "He couldn't take criticism." Not by a long shot.

//It would probably wear on you too if you were constantly harassed to the point of being doxxed for something you thought would be a fun side project for the better part of a year. I promise you—I WOULD KNOW!

//In regards to the whole Bunny Girl stuff, I was really ready to put that stuff to bed, but I feel now more than ever it's important to reinforce that this is not just not okay. It fucking makes me sick.

//I will reiterate. JoCat, a kindhearted person in the TTRPG community, has recently been the target of online bullying. If you were the one who participated or instigated it because you believed it would give you clout and recognition, I have 2 things to say to you.

//1 - Go fuck yourself in the ass with an iron spike.

//And 2 - Unfollow me and don't come back to this blog. There isn't room for toxic, sour people like you here.

-Mod

#mod #mod speaks #vent

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jmagnabo92 · 5 months

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GGSB Fest 2024 - The Honor of a Name

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt Harry's kids

Harry worries about being a parent, but Sirius is there to support him as a good godfather and an even better grandfather.

AO3

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Harry had been a nervous wreck throughout the pregnancy, even though he wasn’t the one pregnant. His wife, Luna, assured him that they would be good parents, even if they hadn’t quite been raised by good parents. Yes, Luna had her father around, but he was … not the greatest, loving though. Harry technically raised by the Dursleys (who sucked), with some support by Sirius but between being on the run and dying and coming back later… well, there wasn’t consistent parenting.

At least he’s trying now.

Throughout Harry’s many, many nights of waking him up and telling him about how he couldn’t do this. He hadn’t wanted to worry Luna because he knew that Sirius would be able to calm him down, but now, she’s in labor and he’s freaking out and he can’t breathe and it’s –

“Hey, I’m here, Harry.”

Harry looks up from where he was sitting outside her room – she said he was freaking her out and he needed to calm down outside.

“Oh, Sirius, thank Merlin – I can’t – I can’t do this. I’m not ready to be a father!” Harry practically yells, earning looks from the people in the vicinity.

Sirius sits next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders. “Listen to me, Kid. No one ever thinks they’re ready and I get it. You haven’t had the best examples for parents when you were younger, but – but – you are an incredible young man and you and Luna will make wonderful parents.”

“How can you say that when you don’t know –”

“I do know, though, because I know you and you are an incredible young man that has been through a lot – you manage to adapt to any situation and thrive – the same will be true for this, I promise.”

Harry looks up at him and sees sincerity in his eyes. “I can’t do it alone.”

“You’re not alone,” Sirius says. “This baby is going to have two wonderful parents, two grandfathers and a whole bunch of Weasleys to help you out.”

Harry grins and lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, of course.”

“Now, go in there and keep your wife calm – it’s what she needs from you right now.”

“Of course.”

Harry gives him a hug and says, “You’ll stay?”

“Of course. Anything for you, kid.”

***

Two hours later, a very tired looking Harry appears in the doorway. “Would you like to meet my son?”

Sirius grins. “Naturally.”

He follows Harry into the room, where Luna is looking just as tired, but happy. She’s holding a little boy that looks remarkedly like Harry – those Potter genes are something special.

“We have someone we’d like you to meet,” Luna says, “Would you like to hold him?”

“Of course, of course.”

He takes the baby in his arms and can’t help thinking about Harry when he was born. “He looks just like you, Harry.”

Harry grins. “And like his grandfather, James. Who he’s named after.”

“Baby James,” Sirius says, looking up to spare them a smile. “I love it.”

“You’ll love his middle name even more,” Luna says. “Harry, would you like to…”

Harry clears his throat nervously, causing Sirius look up.

“We’d like to name him after you – James Sirius Potter,” Harry says, looking at him hopefully.

“Oh… oh, Harry… Luna… really?” Sirius says stuttering. “That’s such an honor…”

“An honor that you deserve.”

Sirius looks down at the baby in his arms, and smiles, nodding. “Thank you. I only hope that I continue to do the honor right.”

“You will.”

***

James Sirius Potter is the light of all of their lives, and Harry can’t help grinning at seeing Sirius so full of grandfatherly cheerfulness. It’s a blessing and a curse.

There’s a part of him that wishes he’d gotten that with Sirius, but he loves what he has with him, too, it’s different, but lovely.

Just as he’s about to call them in for lunch, Luna comes out of the house where she’d been resting. Heavily pregnant and meant to be on bed rest, Harry immediately worries, “Is something wrong?”

“I am in labor,” Luna groans.

Harry nods. “Better get you to the hospital,” she nods and wobbles away to the car. “Sirius!”

Sirius turns at the yell and can immediately see the stress on Harry’s face.

“Luna’s in labor, will you –”

“Take care of my grandson? Yes.”

Harry lets out a relieved breath. “Thanks.”

“Just worry about your wife, I’ve got everything handled here.”

“You’re the best,” Harry says before disappearing after his wife.

Time to have another baby.

***

Sirius is grinning as he holds three-year-old James in his arms, and looking at the happy, yet exhausted Harry and Luna.

The pink bundle in Harry’s arms looking remarkedly like Luna.

“So, what’s this one’s name?”

“Lily Pandora Potter,” Harry says, grinning. “We weren’t sure which should go first, but Luna insisted.

Sirius smiles. “She’s beautiful.”

“But she’s early, so she and Luna are going to have to stay a few days, would you mind…”

“Watching my favorite grandson – I can say that, ‘cause I only have one – while you’re gone? Not at all.” Sirius states before turning to James in his arms. “Jamie and I will have all sorts of fun, right, Jamie?”

“Yeah!”

“There you have it,” Sirius states. He reaches out his free arm to squeeze Harry’s shoulder. “I got this; you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

***

Harry smiles as he sits beside Sirius in his backyard a few years later. Sirius had been a delightful godsend. Always there with advice, willing to listening about Harry’s woes, or just to give Harry (and Luna) a break – the perfect grandparent.

“You’ve done well with them, you know,” Sirius offers as he watches Luna chasing them around. “In a few years, they’ll be off at Hogwarts, and everything will be great.”

“Everything is great – partially thanks to you,” Harry says, smiling. “Best grandfather ever.”

Sirius grins. “Thanks, kiddo.”

“Anytime.”

#sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry #sirius and harry saturday

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theycallme-thejackal · 1 year

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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

158. Never Grow Up

He hears Sarah’s crying from the nursery, and he sits up, putting his hand on Midge’s arm to stop her.

“I’ll take care of her,” he offers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The look in his wife’s eyes is a combination of surprise and immense appreciation. She tips her head up to kiss him softly before he slips out of bed.

It’s very domestic, padding down the hall in his slippers and robe to take care of their fussy new baby, and despite everything he used to think about himself, Lenny finds he loves it. He loves being a dad to all four kids. He loves getting up and drinking coffee while he reads the paper and Midge makes breakfast. He even loves getting up to take care of a screaming child at three in the morning.

He picks her up gently, holding her against his chest, his hand supporting her head as he gently bounces her up and down to soothe her. “You have a bad dream, kiddo?” He murmurs as she starts to calm down.

Eventually the screaming stops altogether, and he sits in the rocking chair, cradling her in his arms as he gently wipes the tears from her face. She grabs his little finger with her little hand and squeezes, and he smiles. “You’re a strong little one, aren’t you?” He whispers.

He rocks back and forth for a while, watching as his youngest daughter starts to fall asleep, and he can’t help wishing things could always be like this.

“You gotta understand something, Sarah,” he murmurs. “I’m not a fan of diaper duty. I’m very excited for the day you learn how to shit without needing my help.

“But...I wish you didn’t have to grow up. I wish your life could always be easy. Just eat, sleep, shit, repeat. Never have to worry about anyone hurting you or leaving.

“I wasn’t a great dad for your sister,” he admits. “But I’m trying now. I’m trying so hard to be what you kids deserve. And while I can’t promise I won’t screw up - that I won’t stumble along the way - I can promise I will never desert you.”

He grazes his thumb gently over her pudgy cheek before lifting her up to kiss her forehead. “I love you so much, Sarah.”

He sets her gently back in her crib, brushing his hand over the tuft of dark curls on her head. “I will say you’re lucky you got your mother’s looks. Gonna make your life a hell of a lot easier.”

He hears a quiet laugh from behind him, and when he turns, his wife is leaning in the doorway, head resting on the frame as she watches him with slightly sleepy blue eyes.

“I told you I’d take care of it,” he murmurs.

“Since when am I good at sleeping without you?”

He chuckles softly and moves toward her. “You know what, that’s entirely fair.”

She stretches upward, standing on tiptoes to kiss him lovingly. “You’re a great dad,” she whispers when she returns to flat feet, her fingers tangled with his. “I hope you know that.”

He smiles gently. “I’m starting to believe it.”

She leads him out of the bedroom, and he closes the door silently behind them before heading back to bed with his wife.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

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helluvapurf · 11 months

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-Oop, almost forgot about today being the debut of the newest HB episode "Unhappy Campers" lol Lets talk about it!~ :>

*Spoiler warning ahead for those who didn't see the ep yet-*

Soooo to start things off, lets get to the Positives!

*-M&M get to stand out more in the main A-story for a change, yay! 👏👏And even including a bit of drama for the couple to deal with as they started to clash over their roles in this "mystery"-solving; especially with Millie revealing to carry some insecurities over not feeling "appreciated" outside of a supportive role/killing-machine… poor girl :c Glad to see she was able to have her moment to shine on stage by the end while Moxxie "took care" of their suspect, the gal deserved that time to just let loose on her own, yknow? 🥺

*-The summer camp aesthetic was a fun change of scenery for the story here, and I liked the designs for characters like the blue demon client at the start, alongside Millie & Moxxie's human disguises ("Moxxine" & "Millard"), they were cute~ :3

*-While Blitz didn't play too big of a role here in the long run, his gentle coaxing to his sister Barbie Wire at the end to try and amend things was rather touching to see (not really seeming to mind her pronouncing the "O" in his name either, unlike with other characters)… even if ultimately tragic given her rejection at the end :(. I really hope we get more insight of their family background later, 'cause there's alot of story potential for Blitz to try and face the "shadows" of his past (outside of just general exes-drama), in a meaningful character building way imo 👍

*-Not quiiiite as strong on the humor aspect (which I'll get into in a sec-), but I'll admit there's still some good chuckle-worthy moments like the "kid-stuck-in-a-crater" gag, along with this one still-shot during the Blitz & Moxxie VS Barbie fight lol

*-Nice to see a return of those Asmodean crystals, ever since their cameo in "The Circus" I've always been curious to see them in-action given their role as another portal-making item :o the crystalline-looking portals made from them look so pretty too~

As far as the Negatives of this ep are concerned? …Ehhhh-

*-As much as I enjoyed the M&M spotlight… I'd be lying if I said I didn't find the execution a bit… "clunky" at certain points ^^; Mainly on Moxxie's end 'cause… oof did he feel rather cringey at times, getting randomly hung up about some camp kids not liking him over Millie? :| Like… okay sure, its one thing to criticize her not prioritizing the "investigation" mystery as seriously as she should've… but I mean, you're basically doing the same thing trying to win over everyone as this ditzy teen girl, Moxx so like… who are you to talk? :/ Thankfully he got over that by the end and made things right by his wife but still… smh, dude >>

*-For a character as hyped up as Barbie Wire's been by the fandom since the pilot… I'm surprised that her first-ever reveal is only in the last few minutes of a B-plot? .-. Like… this is the long-lost sister of our main character, mind you, and her presence alone through that one photo in "Ozzie's" was enough to shake up Blitz to the core… so, why wasn't she given more of a major story to come back into her brother's life? 🤷‍♀️ I don't even mind that she's not interested in making amends with him atm (esp. with his stalkerish behavior here I can't really blame her tbh, as much as I love the guy- ^^;), but still…more additional context in-general could've helped make her debut a lil more interesting imo (same with Stella's brother Andrealphus).

*-Humor wise… ehhhhh yeah, some of it didn't really sit right with me tbh :/ Like, okay I get HB's always been a rather "raunchy" show since its inception, and I'm all for some clever adult humor when done right…

…But I mean, did we really need bits like M&M pretending to be "siblings" while disguised (when… idk why they couldn't have just pretended to be a regular teen couple tbh? .-.), only to then having that big "steamy" moment in front of a crowd of campers…? :| Idk, humor IS subjective at the end of the day so, I guess your mileage may vary on some of these joke executions… 🤷‍♀️

*-Pacing felt a bit imbalanced (again), with moments like the big ending fight scene feeling rather… "stiff", in some parts? : o Idk, probably could've benefitted from adding in a few more minutes or something to make it flow a lil better .3.

*-Fun as it was seeing Millie getting her own song for a change (that's not just another love duet with Moxxie)… idk, it admittedly wasn't the most memorable compared to some previous HB songs (minus the lil lyrics popping underneath like a cheesy music video, that was funny lol) 🤷‍♀️That and Moxxie's own "solo" attempt at the campfire scene was… again, cringey (though I think that was the point lol) :P.

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…Aaaaand yeah, that about covers my initial first impression thoughts of the ep! If I had to give my own rating again… prooobably somewhere around a C-rank? Again, I still enjoyed the M&M (+mainly Millie's) spotlight overall, but with the rushed-over Barbie Wire addition & some of the cringier humor bits… Iiii just don't know if I'd consider it among my fave eps anytime soon, imho ^^;

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss review

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super-unpredictable98 · 1 year

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The Snow Kingdom | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’ verse

An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 2,1k

Warnings: Very mild sexual content

a/n: Merry Christmas you guys, thank you so much for all your support this year and I hope we can make next year even better. Let's make the Rob fandom great every day, love you all

(Masterlist)

"It's too hot! I don't wanna wear it!" Ellery squirmed, rolling around on the floor because of her new winter coat.

"Ellie, it's too hot now, but when we leave to play outside it'll be perfect. It's cold outside, baby," Lydia picked up her daughter. "Look your brother also got a new coat, look how cute you two are!"

"It's so comfy!" Charlie exclaimed, waving his arms playfully. "I wanna go outsideee," he cried, running to the front door impatiently.

"We hafta wait for Ellery before we can go," Win said, holding the little girl's coat so Lydia could get her arms inside.

"C'mon, put it on and we can play," Nate got down on one knee and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Don't y'wanna go?"

The little girl nodded and accepted her fate, putting an end to the theatrics that she enjoyed so much.

"She's such a daddy's girl," Lydia laughed.

"And dada's," Nate said with a smug grin.

"Don't forget it," Nats agreed, slipping on his own coat and pushing his stocking feet into his boots. "See I'm gettin' ready so I don't get cold too," he said, winking at Ellery.

"Okay!" Ellie happily put her boots on and let Lyds cover her hands with the cutest pink gloves. "I can do it too."

"Awesome!" Nate high-fived her before putting her beanie on. "Now both of you look beautiful and cozy."

"Okay, now we can go outside," Win exclaimed, opening the door and letting the two run out into the pristine winter wonderland that was their large front yard. Charlie let out a delighted shriek and ran down the stairs.

"Wait for me!" Ellery followed, tackling her brother when they reached the fluffy snow.

"Hey!" The little boy wailed, grabbing a tiny fistful of snow to throw at his sister's face.

She laughed, throwing more snow at him. "I can do this all day! We're in a war now!"

"Not fair! I just wanna make a snowman!" Charlie cried, getting to his feet and running away to hide behind one of the large evergreen trees.

"Don't cry! I can help yeh," she offered, running after him. "We can pause the war, I won't do anything bad. I promise!"

"Okay!" Charlie exclaimed, brightening instantly. "C'mon, let's start the bottom of the snowman," he instructed, dropping to his knees to start gathering snow into a small ball for them to begin rolling.

"Aww look at them," Lydia cooed, squeezing her wife's hand. "They were babies yesterday, what the fuck happened?"

"They grow way too fast," Win agreed, leaning her head against Lyddie's shoulder. "I know people always say that about kids, but now I know what they mean."

"We're cliche moms now," Lydia sighed, discreetly forming a snowball in her hands before throwing it at Nats. "Guess we're just too old to go messing around."

"Too old, eh?" He exclaimed, returning the favour and throwing a snowball at her, laughing giddily as it hit her in the chest. Win jumped back with a gasp.

"Yeah! We're nearing fifty, old man," Lyddie laughed, dusting her coat. "Just you wait, you won't see the next one coming."

"Can you believe that? So childish..." Nate shook his head, smashing a handful of snow on Win's face.

"NATHAN MICHAEL YOUNG!" She yelped, spitting snow out of her mouth before running after her husband to tackle him in a snowbank.

Nate let out a high-pitched scream, laughing breathlessly as she got her revenge on him. He did deserve it, but it was all worth it. "You shoulda seen your face!"

"You're such an arse!" Win huffed, pinning him under her.

"I know, but y'love me," he lurched forward to steal a kiss. "Sorry, it was just too funny."

"I don't think you'll ever be too old t'mess around," Nats teased, pulling Lydia close by the scarf at her neck to steal a cold kiss, her lips warm on his.

"Hmmm you make a very compelling argument," she wrapped her arms around his neck, watching the kids discreetly to make sure they were okay before turning her attention to her husband.

"Which is good for our kids... and for me," he joked, letting his gloved hands slip down to give her arse a quick squeeze.

"Don't make me horny right now..." she whined quietly. "I can't be held responsible for my actions, menopause is skyrocketing my sex drive."

"Oh, so you're sayin' I should keep my hands to myself, huh?" Nats teased, pulling his hands away.

"Nooo! Please, go ahead, I'm all yours," Lydia brought his hands back, kissing him eagerly. "I love you so much."

"I love yeh too, mummy," he grinned, kissing her again, making sure they weren't being watched too closely, though it wasn't exactly a scene that the kids were unused to.

"Fuck, you're so hot," she groaned, noticing everyone seemed entertained with something else. Running away for a quicky was tempting... "Dinner in bed tonight?"

"You know it, baby," Nats exclaimed. "Somethin' messy."

"And lots of beer," Lydia whispered as she kissed his neck. "Just gotta make sure to soundproof the room."

"I wonder if we could make a castle, like we do with sand," Ellie mused, pushing the ball around to make it bigger. "Our snowman can be a king or a queen..."

"Yeah! We need somethin' to make bricks out of snow," Charlie mused. "Maybe dada can help make us one," he suggested, always excited to see his father's magic in action.

"Dada!" Ellery called. "Dada, can y'make us beach toys? We wanna make snow castles!"

"Duty calls," Nate rolled over, crawling closer to his kids. "How big is this castle gonna be?"

"Funny..." Win grumbled, letting him go to help the kids.

"We wanna fit our snowman inside it!" Charlie exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Jesus! Y'must think dada is Elsa or somethin'," Nate teased, swirling glittery snowflakes between his fingers. "Guess we can make somethin' like that. What d'you think, mama?"

"D'yeh need some help, dada?" Win asked, drawing on his magic.

"Please, let's build a nice castle for your majesty, Snowy McSnowmen," he laughed.

"This is so cool!" Ellery shook her brother lightly. She loved to watch them and how everything just appeared from nothing.

Win nodded, and together they each pulled a plastic block maker from behind their backs and handed them to each child. "There y'go. You want any help building your castle?" She asked.

"Yes please!" Ellery shouted, already packing snow into the block. "Mummy! Daddy! Come help with our castle!"

"Sounds like we're needed," Nats laughed, hearing their children calling and pulling Lydia along.

"Daddy, our snowman is a king, or a queen, we don't know it yet," Ellie explained. "We're makin' a castle."

"Why not a king and a queen?" Nate suggested. "Let's make a couple."

"That's a great idea!" Win agreed. "With all of us together we should be able to make two snowmen easily."

"You gotta do it like this mama," Charlie said, showing her how to take the block out.

"Like this?" Winnie asked, emulating what he'd shown her, placing her block next to his.

"Yeah! Like that!"

"Show me how to do it too, Charlie," Lydia sat down next to him. He was just so sweet. Not dramatic like her, not bloody-minded like Win, not rowdy like the boys. Just incredibly sweet and nobody knew where he got it from.

"Like this," he exclaimed, showing his mama as well, his little cheeks pink in the chill air.

"You are so cute, oh my God, one day you'll be a man and tell me you hate me," Lydia took Charlie in her arms, kissing his chubby cheeks several times. "But it doesn't matter because I still love you and your sister no matter what," she murmured, making the blocks following his instructions.

"I'll never hate you, mummy," he assured with a giggle.

"Tomorrow Simone and Darren should come to see our kingdom of snow," Ellery suggested.

"I think your cousins will love it," Nate nodded. "We'll call 'em."

"Looks like we almost got a whole wall built!" Nats exclaimed, dusting the snow from his gloves. "Ellery, do you wanna help me work on the snow queen?"

"Yes! Let's make it look like me, cause I'm a queen too!" She grinned, gathering the snow to make a ball. "This is better than the war I wanted to have earlier."

"Yeah, I told you!" Charlie exclaimed, looking up from his task.

"I'm sorry for tryin' to attack you," Ellie muttered. She didn't quite understand her strength yet, but she was nearly a foot taller than her brother.

"I forgive you!" He embraced his sister, unable to hold a grudge.

"That's good, y'only ever attack someone if y'know they want you to," Nate stroked her hair.

Soon they had two snowmen in the works, laughing as they rolled.

"Daddy, Dada, will y'help us put them together?" Charlie asked. "Oh yeah, gettin' the snow boulders on top of each other is th'hardest part," Nats said, bending to wrap his arms around the second largest snowball at his feet.

"Work smarter, not harder..." Nate waved his hand stacking his part perfectly in only a few seconds. "Your daddy likes t'show off to your moms."

"It works," Lydia watched Nats with a smile, fixing the kids' scarves to keep them warm. "I love to watch daddy work."

"See," Nats exclaimed, flexing his muscles, even though they weren't visible through his coat, making Charlie giggle at his antics.

"It's perfect! Daddy is super strong and dada is super smart!" Ellie grinned.

"Smart? I guess for a five-year-old he does look smart," Lydia taunted.

"They are smart and handsome and perfect!" Her daughter insisted fervently.

"Agreed," Win said, kissing the top of Ellie's head.

"That's right, Daddy's super strong," Nats exclaimed, putting the snowman's head on. "Now we gotta dress 'em up, ey?"

"Yeah! We need crowns for 'em!" Charlie cheered.

"I'll get sticks for their arms," Ellery ran. "And pebbles for their eyes!"

"She is right by the way, I just can't have you being all cocky..." Lydia whispered, feeling up Nats' arms. "You two are already so smug."

"Thought y'liked it when we're smug," he murmured, bobbing his eyebrows at her.

"I can't tell you I like it or you'll be unbearably cocky," she laughed, hugging him tighter. "To be fair, you're not the brightest to the average human."

"Hey now! You've hurt my feelin's babe," Nats gasped, feigning offense.

"I think I can make it better," Lyddie pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his. "I know how to patch your hurt feelings."

"We're settin' her standards high. Ellie won't bring some random twat home when she's older," Nate nodded, very proud of himself.

"Oh, is that what you're doin', huh?" Win laughed while Charlie ran after his sister to help gather what they needed.

"Hell yeah! Ideally, she'd never date, she'd live with us and Charlie forever and we'd protect them from everything," Nate cleared his throat. "But since I can't stop her, better she dates a nice person."

"Oh babe," she cooed, placing her hands on his cheeks. "You're so sweet."

"I guess I am..." he murmured, lifting both kids up when they ran back. "Oh look at that, our snow couple is gonna look great!"

"The crowns are perfect!" Charlie exclaimed, sticking his pebbles into the face of his snow king. "Thank you dada! Thank you daddy, mama, and mummy!"

"This is real gold and ruby, but don't tell anyone," Nate whispered as the kids finished the decoration.

"We loved to help, baby, we love playing with you," Lydia sighed. "Your cousins are gonna love it and we can all bake cookies tomorrow, let's invite everyone."

"Gran and grandpa too?" Ellie clapped.

"Of course, it's almost Christmas, let's start reuniting the family early."

"Mummy, I'm starting to get c-cold," Charlie said, wiping at his nose.

"Guess it's time t'get inside and warm up, huh big man?" Nats said, lifting his son easily.

"Come on you too, tough lady, I bet you're cold as well," Lydia took Ellery, who quickly hid against her chest. "Are you okay, Charlie? Do you need mummy's magic medicine?"

"I just want some hot cocoa and my blankie," he said as Nats carried him back to the house.

"My little cutie! Why did I ever stop breastfeeding so soon? I wanna hold you both so close," it was safe to say Lydia was an exceptionally doting mum. "I'll make you both some cocoa with lots of marshmallows. You guys, get the blankies and pajamas! Get a movie for them to watch too."

"Yes, captain!" Nate took Ellery from her as they walked back inside.

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gayreligousfallout · 9 months

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Unless you're up for some barely coherent unedited thoughts, feel free to ignore.

TW for religious trauma and light homophobia

Do things need to be the way they are? We made everything up. We made up what is and isn't a family. We made up what is and isn't a job. Money, language, gender, community, church, government, religion, nations, borders...

I mean it's all just made up right? So what if why does it feel so viscerally wrong for things to change. I want to shout to the void without scaring my friends so I made this account.

The good we have right now won't last. I never had lasted in the past and it won't start lasting now. In a way that's what makes it special. The beauty of the finite. I want to enjoy this because one day, before I'm ready and without my consent, it will end and it will hurt. I know that. So if the hurt is coming, I might as well enjoy it as much as possible until the hurt gets here.

I love my job, I get to make a safe loving community for people who have been cast out of their family and church because of their gender identity, sexuality, or romantic attractions or lack there of. I get to run D&D games for them, cook them dinners, listen to them share their emotions, fears, hopes, and jokes. I get to meet over coffee and sandwiches. I write lessons for them about how to heal, build relationships, and communicate with others. And I don't have to ask them for anything in return. I just get to help them. They mean so much to me. They are my best friends and I love them.

But the money is drying up. The people supporting my work will eventually find out that my great Christian missionary journey has changed from religious fundamentalism and Evangelical nationalism into loving queer people and giving them permission (that they shouldn't need) to question the bible and God.

My wife's job is grinding her into the dust and she needs to leave, but I can't support us. Hell I can't even support myself with the money the mission agency sends. I might have to get another job. Go back to writing code to make ends meet at the cost of my mental health, joy, and all my time that I could be using to help my friends.

I don't want to work for myself. I don't want nice things, I just want to help my friends. I want to love them as well as I can. To show them that love is worth trusting and that they deserve to be loved. But I have to provide for my wife and myself. We have to eat, pay for our roof, and get medicine.

Sometimes I wonder if I could run this whole thing by myself. My coworkers are even more pressed by life to find new jobs than I am. But I don't know how to run a non-profit.im awful at paperwork and administrative tasks. I don't want to have all that authority and power. That's how/why pastors become insane control freaks who sexually assault their members, shame them into hiding, and steal their money.

Is it possible to do this without structure. Is it possible to just be a group of friends without any formal documents and legal recognition? It has to be. That's how it must be in other nations.

I don't want to stop doing this, I don't want to get another job, I don't want my community to disband. But it will I think. It will all end. Even if we make it 10 more years somehow. I'll get too old. People tell me it's possible to stay young and keep doing this work, but I've never seen those people stay young and do it.

I asked where all the 40 year olds were before I started. The pastor handwaved away the questions and promised it was a lifelong career. Well he had the system rigged in his favor and was lying through his teeth.

The system is rigged in my favour to I guess. I feel bad for taking people's money and using it to do what I do. They want some holy warrior to stem the tide of the culture war for Jesus and America. They want me to "fix" gay kids as if there was anything wrong with them. But still they give me money and I take it under false pretenses.

They pay me to study the bible, Christian tradition, Jewish history, 2nd temple writings, rabbinic discourse, church debates, theological nuances, Hebrew, Aramaic, Greek.

Well the deeper you look the less certain things are. The closer I look the more I see the scared, hurting, imperfect people who wrote these letters, poems, and court documents. I don't see a grand plan designed and orchestrated by an all seeing all knowing God, I see what may be a god of limited power interacting with a people group and struggling with their own emotions or it may also be a people group rationalizing their own struggle and success through a god. I've done that more times than I can count.

I think I still have faith, but it's not what it was. It's a softer, kinder, less sure, but more welcoming faith. Maybe that disqualifies me. I don't know. But I love my friends. And they love me. If I deserve to be cast out of Christianity at least I'll get to be cast out with them. If I am cast out of gods grace at least I'll be cast out with them.

I'm not going to give up trying to keep my work going, but I also want to give up the idea that if it ends I will have failed. All things end. That doesn't make everything a failure.

god if you're out there, my people are hurting because of "your people". Please do something.

I can't imagine why someone would read this but if you did, thanks for witnessing me and my life, my anxiety & peace, my hope & hopelessness, & my processing.

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