#and the only other thing there is like related is a t-shirt or a poster (both with the same art)

[50c14lly4nx10u5]

sucks that my favourite pokemon line is unpopular. and character. hard to find shit with em

[miimo96]

THOUGHTS ON A TBHK MOVIE (Manga SPOILERS AHEAD obviously)

⚠️WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD Regarding TBHK CHAPTERS 41 to 58 ⚠️

As I Think more about this concept, I come to realization that maybe the Picture perfect arc is the Best way go for a Movie, I completely forgot that after the Severance arc, we get at least 3 whole Arcs before Finally arriving at the far shore, So unless you want to either see stuff get cut out or Sit Through probably a 3 or 4 HOUR movie, the Severance is Not the best option, however if the picture perfect arc were made into a Film, then this would be No problem, after all it's all just 1 arc about 1 singular story, and it doesn't get bumped into multiple other arcs, plus this would be the Perfect way to introduce No.4/ Mei Shijima into the Series, having season 2 probably end with the Picture perfect arc being foreshadowed, and then jumping straight into the movie, giving a nice glimpse of what's to come next; in my opinion, This would the PERFECT way to end season 2

Plus think of All merch you'd sell with this idea, since Mei is an artist you'd probably sell a lot of merch relating to art, like pencils, and art books for the movie, but you'd also have the chance to Sell Posters and other items like pins, T shirts, key chains, and of course, PLUSHIES!!!

Also maybe having art booklets regarding behind the scenes, would be an Awesome thing to Sell as well, just think of the all possibilities this would hope to achieve, Gaining not only money, but also introducing New fans to TBHK as well, growing the Fanbase even More I'd love for this to happen seeing as it IS a Slepted on series and Deserves more recognition, plus think of All the Amazing scenes we'd see adapted into the movie, Seeing stuff Like this Scene

And this Scene

And This SCENE!!!

Oh let's Not forget about This scene ^^

So many beautiful moments to chose from and so many to Adapt, I wanna see this happen so bad and with "Season 2" being Announced I can't help but Wish for this to be true 😖 Because Why else would they release the Spin-off series in October, but release the MAIN series in January? Unless of course, it's to set us up for something, or should I say, SOMEONE (this being Mei shijima)

Plus let's not forget the color scheme for this movie, knowing Aidairo and the Animation team They would be COOKING with this film, Making it even more beautiful than it Already is, Plus the Soundtrack would be Beautiful to hear, the TBHK Soundtrack is 1 of the Best soundtracks I've heard in an Anime, Aside from Madoka magica and SAO's, it has that vibe of Creepy and spooky, but also Angelic and mesmerizing, so imagine that type of Soundtrack in film, you'd have to go All out producing the Best pieces for the Film, especially for something like the Picture perfect arc, having it sound like something straight out of a Dream, setting the tone for something either Creepy, sad, or Beautiful; Making us Not only See the scene, but also FEEL it

Also if my calculations are correct, Demon slayers Mugen train arc was only 6 Chapters, and they were able to make that into a 1 hour long movie, So if this TBHK'S Picture perfect arc is about 13 Chapters, then We're looking at probably about a 2 or 3 hour long movie, which is pretty reasonable to say the least, plus knowing Aidairo's pacing, it Would probably only feel about 1 hour or maybe even less, judging by how When I read her Chapters, I feel like I've read about 13 to 17 chapters, when in reality I've read about 20 or 30 of them, So that's saying something ^^

Finally the message Behind the story: Tbh, imma leave that up to y'all, Because there's So many ways to interpret it, and tbh, I don't think my words could do it Justice. Maybe one day I'll return and endup editing this to Finally put my feelings into words but until then, I'll leave that in YOUR Hands,

In the end I think The Picture perfect arc is the Best arc, Not because it's the most heartwrenching, but because it focuses on the Main characters, most of the cast really consists of Hanako, yashiro, kou, mitsuba, alongside Natsuhiko, Sakura and Tsukasa, with the inclusion of No.4, being the Only new character, everyone else like Aoi, Akane and teru don't even appear and if they do, They're just replicas created by No.4, it's Literally a story all about the Main characters, or at least, the One's we started off with, in my opinion that sounds like the Perfect blueprint for a movie, So why not make it into one. Anyway those are Just my Feelings, but I really wanna know what you think? Do you think should be turned into a movie, or should just stay as part of season? Lemme know in the comments below or in a Reblog if you enjoyed this little Rant. Anyway that's all from me So thank you for taking the time to read this if you did, This took a VERY long time for me to write, and I just wanted to make sure it was "Perfect" in my eyes ^^ Anyway yeah see ya around and once again, thank you, I really mean it, Okay bye byyee ^_^ 👋

[cryptofmadness]

Exclusive Interview with Retro-a-go-go's Doug P'Gosh; Interviewed about EC Comics products!

Interview by Chet Reams

Chet Reams: Tell us at Crypt of MADness a bit about yourself to start off:

Doug P'Gosh: I’m an artist, illustrator and product designer. My full time job is working with my wife, designing products for Retro-a-go-go! I also design products such as statues and tiki mugs for Tiki Farm, Munktiki, Disney and others. Finally, I try to paint and draw every day and I love creating portraits of classic Hollywood stars and alternative movie posters for films. I’ve had a number of my illustrations licensed and released for Lucasfilm and Warner Brothers. I’m very lucky to live a very full, creative life. You can see a more detailed outline of my creative career and my paintings and illustrations at my personal web site PGOSH.com.

And when I’m not working, my wife and I like to travel and haunt antique shows and stores, where I always keep an eye out for old ECs among other things. A couple of years ago I found a nice copy of a vintage Weird Science for $10! Miracles can still happen!

Reams: Fill us in on Retro-A-Go-Go, the business!

P'Gosh: Retro-a-go-go! was started nearly 21 years ago by my wife, Kirsten. At the time, she was feeling pretty burned out by her corporate marketing career. She wanted a new challenge and to work for herself and to build her own business. She took a $100 investment and created a bunch of necklaces at our kitchen table. She utilized my collection of old 1920’s and 30’s film magazines, printing the covers at a miniature size and creating a fun product. She took a table full of the jewelry and some other items she created to a Rockabilly/Car show and quickly sold out of them all. She was off to the races after that. Belt buckles, t-shirts, wallet cases and business card cases, flasks and more all with retro related, fun, humorous images. 

I had my own corporate product design job at the time and after about 7 years of my wife growing the business, I left my job and joined her as a full time product designer.

About 8 years ago, we were feeling like the company needed to go in a new direction. We were no longer inspired to create more of the same types of products and then our factory for metal work closed. Around this time, I was developing a new product using vac form plastic to enlarge old Halloween masks from the 1960’s and 70’s into 2 foot tall giant wall decorations. We pretty much poured our last bucks into getting a series of wall décor masks manufactured for us. 

The first few days after we introduced our new Horror Décor, the line was met with indifference. Our present customer base just wasn’t looking for what we had created. But by some miracle, Pee Wee Herman saw our designs, blogged about them and his own 1980’s Pee Wee Halloween costume and our sales exploded overnight. Since then, we’ve created thousands of Halloween, Christmas and monster related vac form and other products. We’ve licensed with Universal for the Munsters, Mars Attacks, General Mills Cereal Monsters and more. We’re now a collectibles and décor company that creates products for people that are looking for something different from what you find in every big box department store.  The unique, different and unusual- as long as we have a passion for the product, we’ll create it. If we like it, we figure we’ll have customers that like it too. We’re usually right.

Reams: What initially led Retro-A-Go-Go to start producing officially licensed EC Comics merch?

P'Gosh: That was me. I pushed to get the license. I loved the comics since I was a kid and thought there was room for the kind of products that we can create. And I loved the idea of contributing to the EC legacy- if only in a small way.

Reams: Did you read EC Comics (reprints or originals) growing up? If so, what was your initial take-away from them?

P'Gosh: I have thought of this question a lot. It’s a bit fuzzy as to when I first was introduced to EC…or rather the artists I love so much that drew for EC and MAD. My Dad was in his early 20’s in the 1950’s, so I know I remembered him talking about “Tales from the Crypt”. But I think I found my way to EC through MAD. First it was the magazine, then someone gave me “The Brothers MAD”, the paperbook reprint of the early comic book MAD. I think that had the Wonder Woman parody in it and I couldn’t get enough of Bill Elder’s drawings. I was hooked. And that sent me down the rabbit hole of chasing down the early MAD comic books. First with the stitched in reprints, bound into the MAD Super Specials. Then it was discovering Jack Davis, Wally Wood and the rest of the gang. Then somewhere around that time (this is the late 1970’s/early 80’s and I’m in grade school) I was really into the Warren Magazine re-prints of Will Eisner’s the Spirit. In the back was an ad for the re-print set of EC comics. All of them for one price. Once those came in the mail and I got a taste of the EC line, it really demonstrated how great comics could be, as opposed to the stuff that was in print by the big houses DC and Marvel. The more EC I could find, the better. I loved the horror stuff, but the War and Sci-fi lines were fantastic too. All these years later, I have a stack of EC originals and a shelf full of various reprints, from the Cochran volumes to the recent GIANT Taschen book.

Reams: Fill us in on the EC Ghoul-unatics bust/sculpture of The Old Witch (which is currently up for pre-order on Retro-A-Go-Go)…

P'Gosh: Our first big EC intro was the “Tales from the Crypt” ornament set. Those sold out pretty quickly after we received our shipment, so we knew there is a passionate audience for the product. But I wanted to do more with the Ghoul-unatics. Last year we started a line of 5.5” Creep-tastic statues. They’re affordable, highly detailed mini statues of classic monsters and Halloween related characters. We started with Lagoon Creep, our version of the Creature, and then introduced the Trick or Treat Devil Creep, which is an homage to classic kids' Halloween costumes.  I really wanted to introduce the EC mascots in this series, and worked up a number of sketches. I landed on poses and looks that I thought captured the look of the Ghoul-unatic AND the artist that was most famous for each. The Old Witch is closely associated with Graham Ingels, of course. My personal design sensibility with these monsters is to have fun with their looks and proportions, while keeping the essence of each character. As I mentioned, I grew up on MAD and the over-sized head and hands and feet are inspired by all those years of reading the magazine and loving the art and artists that created the work.

Reams: What was the design process for the EC Old Witch piece … 

P'Gosh: Once we had drawings we were excited about, we submitted them to the licensee. Happily, they were as excited about the concepts as we were. The next step is to create digital sculpt and when the sculptor saw the drawings and was supper excited to work on the designs, I knew we were onto something great. Once we create a digital sculpt, it’s sent to the factory for creating a sample. I take my drawing and work on a detailed color break and indications as to how we want the finished sample to look. Some weeks later, we see photos of a painted sample, where we then make changes and adjustments. A few weeks after that, a revised sample is shipped to us for photography and promotion.

Reams: I am assuming from the design sketches you shared on the Facebook group “EC Fan-Addict Club” ..; That is, I’m assuming that there are also a Crypt-Keeper, and a Vault-Keeper in the works for this particular line of products?

P'Gosh: Yes, that is the plan. Our hope is to  give a 3-4 month lag between introducing the next Ghoul-unatic. We’ll probably start sculpting the next one in a couple of months.

Reams: What about Drusilla, the fourth EC Ghoul-unatic? Will she have an item in this series?

P'Gosh: I hadn’t considered her yet. I’m not sure she would lend her good looks to having her head oversized to match the rest of the mascots… let's say the jury is out on her at the moment.

Reams: Are there any plans .. plans to produce items of the new EC Comics horror hosts for EC/William M. Gaines Agent, Inc? The various new EC comic book titles (that Oni Press has been co-publishing with EC Comics), that is?

P'Gosh: Our present license does not include those characters. The new EC line came along after we had our agreement, so there’s no plan for that at this time. But never say never!

Crypt of MADness sends a Big Thank-You to Doug P'Gosh for lending his time to this interview!

Retro-a-go-go! can be found online at https://www.retroagogo.com.

EC Comics can be found online at https://www.eccomics.com.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Hi how are you? Ask game time!

16, 47, 65 & 93?

:)

Hi anon!! I’m doing wonderfully rn! God bless the end of finals and the upcoming summer break. How are you? (Should you feel comfortable enough to reply, of course! I don’t bite :3) Thank you for giving me a chance to ramble :3 um. 16 got long so it’s at the bottom 🥰

47: how well-decorated is your bedroom?

That depends! If you mean well decorated as in how much decoration, yes, lots! Well as in nice/aesthetic um? I like it, but I know my maximalist style can be a Lot for some people LMAO. I have posters and D&D art everywhere, a rainbow carpet, Christmas lights strung through my bookshelf, knick knacks everywhere, etc.

65: do you have a Signature Outfit™?

Oh yes absolutely. Or at least a signature formula: graphic t-shirt under matching button up, jeans or shorts, maybe a cap or beanie. Here’s my favorite button up and jeans just for sillies :3

93: favorite game?

In an every context possible way (board game vs video game vs ttrpg), D&D, hands fucking down. But in terms of video games, I adore the Mass Effect series. No other video game series has made me cry quite so much. Baldur’s Gate 3 is a close second, though I am still in Act 3.

16: is there anyone you're not biologically related to that you consider "family"?

ABSOLUTELY. In fact, why don’t I tag those of them that exist here as an excuse to be a huge fucking sap about it and so you all can go follow them. (Uh. This gets long, so adding a read more thing. I get sappy after 10 pm oopsies)

While I am no longer in the fandom that brought us all together (nor are most of them), I do have to thank that fandom for being what put us all in one place. One beta reading comment left on a fic inspired me to finally pick up D&D again after years of failed campaigns—and we’ve been going strong near a year and a half now. This D&D group is fucking everything to me. These people have been with my through the lowest points of my life and I owe everything to them. Not only are they all talented in art, writing, poetry, and the many things they do, but they are all absolutely incredible people and the best friends I ever could have asked for. One little comment genuinely changed my life.

@daughterofdrearburh is one of the coolest people in the world. She’s smart as a whip, hilarious as fuck, and one of the kindest hearts I’ve ever met. If you get the chance, you should bug her about her novel (I am the number one Starblossom fan) and about her horse, Ginger, who she has made incredible strides with. I admire her a lot. Also about her homebrew/framkensteined together TTRPG she’s running, because it’s a fucking blast!!

@ninthhousesteel was actually the first of the gang that I was mutuals with!! She’s also incredibly funny (probably the most hilarious person I know, seriously they pop out of fucking nowhere with one liners that’ll leave you in stitches). She’s so fucking smart and doing incredible things in engineering (I may not understand it, but I know they’re going to do great things), as well as being a great artist and wonderful writer. Also? Incredible taste in music, frankly. Another thing to bug them about!

@haaawaiianshirt is like. I don’t even know where to start. The best personality ever. She’s funny, outgoing, unbelievably sweet, with just the right amount of bite! She’s like summertime personified, just warm and the best to be around. You can’t help but smile. Add onto that the most delicious art style and an incredible talent for so many different crafts (ask her about crochet beast!!). They’re going to be famous one day for being behind the set design of all your favorite theme parks and theme park rides.

@candle-lion is so COOL. I genuinely look up to her so so so much. Again with the super funny (literally can’t breathe with this group, you will be in stitches). One of the most talented writers I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, an incredible DM, master at roleplay and making characters you can’t help but fall in love with, as a player or a DM. I admire everything she does in teaching—she is exactly the kind of teacher that our world is in desperate need of. She’s going to change lives, I just know it.

@lavenderlevetan where Emmie is summertime, Eve is autumn. She’s so unbelievably chill, a breath of fresh air to be around, a warm mug of tea of a person, if you catch my drift. She’s so sweet and so smart and sooo wonderful to hang out with, with possibly the most lovely laugh ever. Her writing is immaculate, and god I just LOVE the way she builds characters. You can’t help but be sucked into their inner workings. And yet another incredible artist!!

@suwunnysideup the master storyteller. I have never met someone with such a skill for weaving together stories and characters in such a beautiful web that you can’t help but be starstruck. Seriously, the world building is insane and so in depth, you can see how much they really care. They’re a fucking riot and my best fucking friend. Once again, another insanely talented artist, I need to shake their art like a chew toy. Ask them about carpe diem :3

And last but not least, while not an active PC in our main campaign, the group would not be complete without @avocadosockz . Our resident meme maker, comedian, character arc instigator, beloved guest star NPC, and best audience in the world—while also joining our side campaign as the funniest possible character choice in the world (ask her about Sadie!). Another amazingly supportive person who I appreciate with all of my heart, I love bouncing evil ideas off of her in DMs to enact upon the rest of the party. Excited for our next little scheme >:3

That’s the D&D group covered but I’m not done, if you would believe it. I will take every single chance to be a complete sap about my friends.

More people I met through fandom! I haven’t talked to them as much in recent months, which I’m terribly guilty about, they are all incredible people. @lionydoorin is a wonderful artist and a super sweet person, someone you can always rely on. They’re going to med school and I know they’re going to be fucking amazing in their field. @idyllghost is another rad artist and one of my first really good friends here in Tumblr! He’s so sweet, so funny, and so good at poetry and writing too. An artistic genius in so many ways.

@whiteredrose13 is possibly my oldest internet friend. I think we’re going on?? 5+ years now? Which isn’t much compared to some of y’all, but it’s a lot to me. Rose is one of the kindest, most supportive people in the entire world. She’s so unbelievably patient, listening to me ramble on and on about my D&D campaign and my unfinished writings. Speaking of, because I’m literally surrounded by talent, they are yet another insanely wonderful artist AND writer, with an incredible world and the most lovable OCs ever. Gabe and Ana and their entire family will always live rent free in my brain 🫶

And a special shout-out to the one irl friend who has stuck by me through everything 🫶 Elaina is so kind, so funny, so fucking smart, the best taste in music, one of my favorite people to talk for hours with. I wish we hung out more :,) (Side note, Em I’m realizing the two of you are like two sides of the same coin and would get along so we’ll probably)

If I forgot anyone, know that you are loved in equal measure, I am simply sleepy and functioning on post finals brain fry 🫶

[theprogrockbstheorist]

BS Theory no. 2: The “Dark Side of the Moon” is Society™️

“There is no dark side of he moon really. Matter of fact, it’s all dark”

Hey guys, I am back from my essay-writing hiatus, as I’ve recently had the time to have some Ideas circulating in my brain. One of the things I’ve been thinking about, and been able to formulate into something semi-comprehensible, is on the matter of Pink Floyd’s seminal work, the 1973 album Dark Side of the Moon. This album is far from being a niche, obscure album: it’s one of the best selling records of all time, and you have more than likely seen the album cover on t-shirts, posters, pins, stickers, or referenced in other media. The album kicks of what I will refer to the “main sequence” in Pink Floyd’s discography, which consists of their 4-best selling albums: DSOTM, Wish You Were Here, Animals (underrated tbh), and The Wall. All of these are indeed concept albums to varying degrees, with most being a Level Two Concept Album, and The Wall generally being classified as a rock opera (Level 3). With this in mind, Dark Side of the Moon most people would likely classify this album as a Level One, due to only a musical concept being present (all the songs flow into each other, and the album loops back on itself), however I argue that it is a Level Two due to there being multiple thematic concepts that may not be immediately apparent: society’s affect on mental health due to modern lifestyles. 

I won’t go into too much background on the band itself, as they’re one of the most popular bands in the prog fandom, to the point where it could be argued that they are their own fandom (they even have their own confessions blog), just that they were formed in the mid-1960s, and had a substantial psychedelic rock/pop following before this album’s debut. I will note that the theme of mental illness has been greatly present in many of their works, as one of their former members, Roger "Syd" Barrett, suffered through an undisclosed mental health episode, which had him leave the band. As this is the case, it is not much of a stretch to assume that this work deals heavily with mental health issues as well. 

One of the theories suggested, by Drew and Destin of the Prog Notes podcast (which I HIGHLY recommend) is that the album’s thematic concept is about all the different things in life that can cause a person mental stress. This theory begins with “On the Run”, as they suggest the first two songs are about beginning life. The theory proposes that “on the Run” is about the fear or anxiety of trave and moving on, “Time” is about… time, or rather realizing that one’s time is limited, “the Great Gig in the Sky” is about death anxiety, “Money” is about financial and material concerns, “Us and Them” is about conflict, and the last two songs “Brain Damage” and “Eclipse” are about finally breaking under the pressure of modern life. This would mean that the “dark side of the moon” referenced in the title could be all the downsides to modern life that are too taboo to talk about, or are perhaps hidden from public consciousness. 

Honestly, I agree with their interpretation of the album. I do think, however, there’s some loose ends that need to be tied up with their series. For example, if their interpretation is the case, why would Pink Floyd have the album loop back on itself? What’s the symbolism of the heart beat pulse? Why do all the songs flow into each other? How do these things enhance the themes of the album? Why did Pink Floyd specifically choose these common anxieties (travel, time, death, money, and conflict)? 

Let’s address each of these questions individually: 

The case of the album loop:

Following the interpretation that the album is about society and the taboo of mental health related to common stressors, the album looping back on itself could symbolize one of two things. One could be the metal health cycle of relapse-breakdown-recovery, until one slowly spirals or until they finally reach a state of recovery. The other could be that this is something that happens to multiple people as a result of system we live in. People get broken down by their insecurities, by fear and anxiety and hate, and there’s no clear answer to stop it. This could also be tied into the heart-beat pulse that can be heard both at the very beginning of the album, and at the end, which could represent all the people being born and living out their lives under these stressors. 

The flow:

As commonly noted about the album, each song flows into each other so well that the album often feels like one long song. This could represent the way stress about one area of your life can impact all the others: anxiety about time, for example, could impact the way one views their own mortality, the way they feel about travel, the way they feel about financial concerns, and the way they feel about conflict. Simply put, most of the time, when a person is stressed about something, it causes them to be more easily upset and stressed by other things as well, causing a cycle. 

Common Anxieties:

As for why these common fears and stressors were chosen can be left up for debate. The most likely reason, in my opinion, is because they’re endemic to the human experience in modern society. Almost everyone has been stressed, in one way or another, about moving on and change, about the passage of time, about their own mortality and what happens when we die, about financial security and greed, and about conflict. These are the things that can cause people to go, as the album states, “mad”. 

So, what is the “dark side of the moon”? Is it all dark? The “dark side” referred to in the album’s title (and the quote played at the very end of the album) refers to all the things that stress people out in modern society that we keep hidden from each other, just how the view of the far side of the moon is hidden from view from the Earth. The moon, in a lot of Western mythology, is associated with emotions, and the “dark side” could be associated with negative emotions. As for it being “all dark”, that’s a question that one has to answer for oneself. Either way, when viewed through this lens, Dark Side of the Moon’s meaning becomes apparent, and remains insightful commentary about the world we live in. (also, for Prog Notes, you can find them on Spotify and apple Podcast for sure! You’d have to check about other streaming services though!)

[tohellandback99]

So I was thinking about the various bits of Wendell and Wild merch that I would personally love to see and purchase from stores. I have a small plethora of things that I can think of. One of the things is a poster or something of Raul’s art to mount or display on my wall. Why? It’s something relating to Raul that isn’t on a t shirt or something generic that I can think would best show my appreciation of him than on any other type of merch. And he DESERVES some. I respect artists’ work, who talk about deep shit in their art that’s done symbolically and it’s also gorgeous why wouldn’t I? And now, I’ve found it priority for me to speak on this one thing just separately right now, and you will see exactly why. Cause what I JUST seen this morning has given me urgent cause of reckoning!

I just was minding my business and doing things around the house. I put the movie on of course as is my custom as a bonafide, STAN. I see this in the credits as I look over. my jaw DROPPED, and when I thought about why they might have changed it I was immediately depressed:

WHY DID YOU CENSOR HER? Raul couldn’t have done this! This must be the initial drawing. It makes no sense to me.

People sexualize, fetishize a feminine body in every piece of media. Disproportionate, overly sexualized bodies all the time in animation. We put pink bows, lace and ribbons on women’s and GIRL’S bras and underwear, like it’s Christmas Eve but we never show or talk about what’s under a woman’s clothes and it’s not only exhausting to see. But degrading of a woman’s body. Not to mention all the actual harm it does.

The fact that they put it in the credits doesn’t do anything besides sweep it under the rug still and taunt us all at the same time!

How on earth is this “too much” for people when we have lord Belzer shitting out souls from his literal ass? I mean, really

Were they afraid this will turn David on? Or what Becky will say, who goes to every pta meeting and disproportionately freaks out about supposed “sex material” in media and literature, sex education? Talk of periods? Mentioning that oh, gay people exist and that’s fine? Says more about them than a stop motion character’s tits in a drawing. This is REAL, HUMAN anatomy. RIGHT HERE! Yes 🙌 This is reality

I just want to enjoy the bloody artwork! I’m not angry at the end result, I’m sad that that’s probably why they changed it is all.

I don’t know who made this, if this was all done by Pablo Lobato. I don’t know and if someone does I’m curious. but it’s amazing and I appreciate you for doing this even if it didn’t go through. I’m so sorry that you had to cover her boobs for parents who get “uncomfy.” Oh my god. 🙄

If I can get a print or something of this? this is the one I want. No censorship.

Was it Irmgard who censored this? It was Irmgard, wasn’t it? 😂 I bet it was Irmgard.

[diptanshukashyapofficial]

B-8 : Sixty Years of The Beatles - The Memories of A Fan

As I write this article, I've started watching the Disney+ Series called The Beatles: Get Back. It was about the recording of Let It Be, their final album. It talked about the tension and differences among the Fab Four (John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr) and the end of an era of music. 

What you're going to read is not a theoretical research paper about the history of the four Liverpool lads. It's not about their early stint as The Quarrymen, their original lineup with bassist Stuart Sutcliffe & drummer Pete Best, or their early gigs in Hamburg (Germany). It's not even about how manager Brian Epstein discovered the young talent, or for that matter - how Ringo replaced Pete Best as the drummer. It's about how a fan feels about it and its place in the fan's heart - as the band celebrated sixty years of its first album, Please Please Me (1963) - in March this year.

Talking a bit about myself, I first heard about the Beatles in a childhood story of John Lennon (1940-1980) that got published in Scharda Dubey's book The Best Days of Our Lives. I read it in September 2012. More than three years later (December 9, 2015), I came across a news story about the Beatles Ashram reopening at Rishikesh, Uttarakhand. I know the exact date because the previous day was the 35th death anniversary of Lennon. After reading it, I searched for them on YouTube - and that's when I heard the first ever song of The Beatles - We Can Work It Out. I kept listening to it for days before exploring the other musical gems. I was fourteen - and in ninth grade back then.

Every teenager faces adolescence-related problems (physical & emotional changes, insecurities, mental health, peer pressure, etcetera). For rescue comes a solution that proves to be life-changing. In my case, it was the music of the four lads from the unknown coastal city of Liverpool (not to mention that it became famous because of the band). Many of their contemporaries came along the way.

My personal Beatles souvenir Collection (Which I have maintained since 2016)

Coming back to The Beatles, my favorite Beatle was Lennon. Seeing them in live performances and music videos, I began practicing their songs on my keyboard - and eventually bought a guitar to match them. Like an ordinary obsessed fan, I bought souvenirs - guitar pics, music CDs, T-shirts, books, phone covers, etcetera online. I don't think any Indian fan could get such stuff in here that easily - even during the band's popularity years. They would get in the USA and UK - where such things would sell like hotcakes. I even made a poster at 15 about the band - which I pasted in my room.

Thanks to the band, I had quite a reputation as a music performer in school, college, and my locality. I would perform their covers at parties and musical events. Although, I couldn't play their songs in school. But thanks to them, I could look beneath myself to find the skills I possess. Hence, I decided to pursue entertainment journalism/writing. I often write similar songs - and try looking for a music producer to record them. When people suggest music software for completing the songs, I politely respond, "They won't have the same fun as the Beatles - and I want to keep that element in my songs."

As their first single, Love Me Do (1962), celebrated its diamond jubilee on October 5 last year - and their debut album on March 22, I can only say that the boys with the mop-tops are immortal and irreplaceable. Even today, I listen to the entire album the way I did seven years ago. I'm sure there are similar fans like me in different parts of the world - who admire the boys and express their admiration and obsession through various methods. With this, I put my pen down.

[coolskeleton3000]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (No pressure, feel free to ignore)

1) Colored (and sometimes weirdly shaped) sunglasses! But I can't wear them very often because I'm glassed and it's kind of uncomfortable without my usual glasses.

2) Warm cloudy or rainy weather! I like when it's warm outside (like 17-20°C) but sun hurts my eyes.

3) Wearing fitted turtlenecks with wide ass T-shirts (I steal them from my brother)(he's taller than me)

4) Short Jon Sims from TMA. As a concept. I don't even need art with him being short I just wanna put this man into my shirt's chest pocket. Right next to my college passcard, two hairclips and two pins (pin closures) that say "only cried a little yay" and "I talked to people today yay"

5) Pins, bages, charms, stickers, A6 postcards and posters. I express my love trough small physical trinkets so it's only natural for me to buy something with characters and fandoms I like or something that isn't fandom related at all but scratches specific itch in my brain.

6) Giving little gifts to my friends! The whole "showing love through physical objects" thing. I have hard time expressing my love to them in form of words.

7) Crafting things!

8) Physical contact with people I feel comfortable enough to allow this. But I accept hugs from all people I know if don't feel threatened or disgusted (too strong word but I forgot lighter one) by them. I use hugs as a greeting and goodbye with my close friends. I don't accept face, neck and head in general touches from people I didn't allowed this. Not like I'm being touched often... (this whole paragraph is me being touch-starved SORRY)

9) Sour candies! I would sale my soul for them.

10) Tiding things up in highly specific way that looks like a mess to other people but I can navigate perfectly within

UH OH I ACCIDENTALLY MISREAD YOUR ASK AS "10 THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY" SORRY FOR THAT enjoy extended list.

[thoughts-of-a-young-woman]

Damn, Babe, The Grass is Kind of Greener in Your Tax Bracket! Conversations on class division in relationships 

Of all the days for Ottawa to be rainy, it decided that it was best suited for the day that I was going to move. Without a U-Haul. Usually, I liked the word “round” when it was about drinks. Another round of cocktails, another round of shots. Never could I ever think that it would ever be about moving boxes. While on the second round of my boyfriend and I painstakingly moving my boxes filled to the brim with everything that I had accumulated over the last 8 months in my dorm room, mind you, we were taking public transport of all things; we got to talking about table manners. 

Despite the usual stereotype of the affluent, spoiled international student. I rarely find myself relating to that image. Sure, my parents supported me and funded my education, of which I am eternally grateful for, but my family were never the ones to splurge on any high-end, branded goods like in the posts that poked fun at these kids. Anything that we didn’t need, we didn’t buy. If a $10 thrift purse worked fine and looked cute, I wouldn’t even think of getting a $250 one if it had someone’s name printed on it. Of course, I could say I didn’t relate because I knew an international student who obviously could. What was also more obvious, at least to me, was the obvious divide between us; that later led to her thinking that I wasn’t good enough to stay friends with. But I digress. 

As the train drove past views of an emerging spring season for Ottawa, my boyfriend and I got to chatting. 

“I would never sit with my elbows on the table.” he said. A rule I was familiar with only through western movies that I watched in my teenage years. I thought nothing of it. “I don’t mind if other people do, but it’s just the way my parents taught me. Never have your elbows on the table.”

I amused myself a bit, thinking of all the times I had one foot resting on the seat of my chair, my elbow resting on the raised knee while at dinner back home. To no comment from anybody else. I admit, it is a bit of a classless position but it feels right, most of my friends agree that they adopt this position at mealtimes at home too. 

We continued to talk about parties. Things that I didn’t particularly love and my family only held once a year with only the closest of friends. 

“My family and I go to galas at times.” Now that was definitely something I only saw in movies. All I could imagine was 1. My boyfriend in a suit and tie 2. That scene from the Titanic where Rose stands at the top of the stairs looking down at Jack. In my mind, galas were something you’d probably see in Bridgerton, or on a poster for a departmental winter formal filled with hormonal, moderate badly dressed teens. As I questioned him more, he even mentioned how they had met prominent figures of Canadian politics like ex-Prime Ministers and Department heads. 

While I never paid any mind to class or economic division in my friendships and relationships and while I do acknowledge that I am in an incredibly privileged position and have even said things that came off as privileged, I never thought that it would be so obvious in my relationship with my boyfriend. 

“I can’t go to those things, I always feel like an imposter. Like everyone can tell I’m not one of them” I realized that as the words came out of my mouth, it sounded like I had camped my boyfriend into ‘one of them’ “I can dress the part. I like wearing heels and I can buy a dress but I feel like I might do or say something that I wouldn’t realize was… you know.” And the look my boyfriend and I gave each other told me that he knew what I meant. Lower class. But neither of us wanted to say it. 

To be fair, it wasn’t just in the fact that he so casually brings up the fact that he’s been to up-scale galas when weddings in my family involve a group of uncles smoking in the stairwell of the hotel in t-shirts and shorts. It was in the way that he presented himself, whenever we went out to restaurants and bars, whenever we’d meet new people. It wasn’t just the confidence, it was something else. Perhaps, it was something that only people in his tax bracket had and the rest of us are left to fend for ourselves when it came to which tux to pair with which type of shoes. While I could fool the average middle-aged white man who had mild yellow fever in a classy dress and strappy heels, I once witnessed their whole demeanor change the moment I opened my mouth. To the point where I wasn’t even sure if I was sitting the right way. 

The French Revolution ended around 200 years ago, but why did my boyfriend and his family’s cabin in the woods still seem so far away? Why did I worry that I would somehow embarrass him as the plus one at his cousin’s wedding? Why did I feel like I had to constantly have to tiptoe around the conversation of money, even when he suggested we go somewhere or do something grossly out of my budget? The grass was greener on his side, and I felt the pressure of trespassing on it. In a world where we think love conquers all, could it really conquer the supposed root of all evil? 

XOXO, Thoughts of a Young Woman

Author's note: I get that this is a more pessimistic piece but I genuinely am curious on how you all approach these tough conversations. Oh! And some very very fun news, I'm going home in two days! While I'm incredibly excited for all the good food and the people in my hometown, I can't help but feel even a little bit homesick for Ottawa itself. More specifically, I'm definitely going to miss my boyfriend and the friends I made whilst here. The next time you hear from me will definitely be from my tiny bedroom back home! Have a great summer everyone!

[mawnies-blog]

Swamp con

The Gator swamp was my first convention and honestly a great experience all together. Growing up I always wanted to dress up and go to an anime convention and although I wasn't able to dress up this was still a great opportunity. When preparing to go I realized I decided to wear an anime shirt to at least try to match the community. I wore a YuYu Hakusho T-shirt and I actually got compliments on it. I feel like me wearing that t-shirt was not just me expressing my fandom but also as soon as I entered the building I felt almost overwhelmed by a sense of community and a community I feel I don’t often see or get to be accustomed to. I feel like I was also able to see sub niche communities. I feel like sub communities that expressed different forms of identities and even masculinity. The first booth I visited was the Artistry sale. I feel like this was the first booth where I was able to see how shadow capital and fandom could become real art. A lot of people made different things like stickers, or even figures and had anime for a variety of genres. Some of the fan arts included Gojo posters that you could tell were fan made because of things like the facial expression and poses. The anime art I saw also verified from modern more popular anime like Jujitsu Kaisen to older shows like pokemon. I saw a lot of key chains as well and even these oni. I felt like this didn’t relate to a specific genre but more so a genre because I’ve seen different representations of Oni’s in different shows such as One Piece. I feel like in this first both I really saw how shadow capital could become real capital as they would sell these art pieces that they made themself based off anime and media and with the oni horns I feel like that was an even more niche form of it specific to a smaller group or fan base. People were able to make profit and maybe even a living off of shadow capital and fandoms and I feel like this also relates to how anime can be left up to the interpretation.I feel like the convention really gave space for shadow capital to show but also the niche community to come together and I felt like it's the only time you’ll see so many people gather and get to express their love and fandom.Some other very cool and interesting merch I saw was that people also crocheted merch to sell that was anime related. Furthermore, another huge aspect to the culture of convention was cosplay. I got to see many costumes and some characters were more popular than others. The first ones that stuck out to me were Deadpool and Hello kitty. I feel like this was a really funny joke because of the correlation they have and not a lot of people would understand. The only person he official Deadpool film Twitter account follows is deadpool, and it's really just a comedic.I also got the opportunity to see real life “idols” in real life and with that also meant different dances. I didn’t know the dances myself but I recognized them as idol pop dances and one of them was the Sunny Day Song. I also had the opportunity to do panels about Nintendo games. Overall I had a really great experience, there were other events at the convention that also correlated with things we learned about such as the maid cafe. I feel like it displayed a sense of queer masculinity but also in a scene where it was accepted and almost praised. And lastly my favorite part was definitely the runway show. I got to see multiple different cosplayers such as Jinx who was honestly really popular. Overall this was really fun and something I would love to come back next semester dressed as Zoro. 

[dcjavu]

𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 '𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒚' 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂 — insta + phone deep dive !

BASIC INFORMATION ,

FULL NAME: elaine dalisay rivera.

NICKNAME(S): lainey , laines , lai lai. 

DATE OF BIRTH: september 9th.

ETHNICITY: filipino - caucasian.

GENDER: cis woman.

PRONOUNS: she / her.

ORIENTATION: asexual homoromantic.

RELIGION: atheist.

MARITAL STATUS: dating mia de burgh.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english + tagalog + ( learning ) asl.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ,

FACE CLAIM: olivia rodrigo.

HAIR COLOUR/STYLE: naturally black ; straightened w/ bangs.

EYE COLOUR: brown. 

HEIGHT: five foot five.

WEIGHT: 125 lbs.

BUILD: lean.

TATTOOS: 'redrum' on her inner left wrist.

PIERCINGS: ears ; both lobes + carilage.

CLOTHING STYLE: 80s - 90s alt ; cropped t-shirts , flannels , doc martens + her girlfriend's rings.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: rbf.

HEALTH ,

AILMENTS: none.

MENTAL AILMENTS: none.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: high.

BODY TEMPERATURE: normal.

ADDICTIONS: none. 

DRUG USE: party drugs ; occasional. 

ALCOHOL USE: often. 

PERSONALITY ,

LABEL: the kubrick reincarnate.

JUNG TYPE: entj.

POSITIVE TRAITS: determined , clever , witty , ambitious , strong - willed , precise , creative , unwavering + loyal.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: judgmental , dominating , stubborn , insensitive , extreme , .outspoken + nihilistic.

HOBBIES: filming , editing , playing ( some ) piano + collecting antiques.

QUIRKS: always has bangs , talks loudly , the only one serving cunt at the function , thrifts her wardrobe , judges other people too quickly , is suspicious of others , is a perfectionist.

LIKES: films , the cinema experience , vintage cameras , stanley kubrick , stephen king , anything horror - related , all things black or green , cats , her girlfriend , her twin sister and her children , vintage clothes , money , thunderstorms ( when she isn't filming ).

DISLIKES: her brother - in - law , hallmark / pureflix movies , presumptuous people , organized religion , most men , house music , people that tell her to 'lighten up'.

FAVOURITE ,

WEATHER: whatever's convenient for the scene she's filming.

COLOUR: black / green. 

MUSIC: gay indie ; boygenius / chappell roan / leith ross.

MOVIES: any kubrick joint. 

BOOK: house of psychotic women by kier-la janisse.

FLOWER: black dahlia.

SPORT: tennis. 

BEVERAGE: red wines. 

FOOD: chinese takeout.

FAMILY ,

FATHER: walter wozniak ( father , alive ).

MOTHER: amihan rivera ( mother , alive ).

SIBLING(S): rainbow 'reina' wozniak ( twin sister , alive ).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: mia de burgh.

CHILDREN: none.

PET(S): two black cats ; bill & georgie.

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: upper middle class.

EXTRAS ,

AESTHETICS: voice dripping with sarcasm , printed out posters of horror movies , a laugh in the face of authority , dark greens and black filling your wardrobe , ripped jeans , thrifting for home decor and clothes , the smell of cigarettes stuck to clothes , an old camera slinging around your neck , lies that sound genuine , showing up late to everything with a large coffee , papers all over their space, a pencil behind their ear , a half empty bottle of wine.

THEME SONGS: never felt so alone by labrinth ( main theme ) , bite the hand by boygenius , norman fucking rockwell by lana del rey , red wine supernova by chappell roan , bags by clairo , man by quinnie.

[impossibleprincess35]

The lack of Satine merch has always struck me as being a total miss on the part of The Powers That Be. It seems they're adamant about not licensing anything.

But there is some great fan-made merch out there!

I've seen where some people have made custom Funkos, I'm in the process of making a series of Satine Barbies, and there's some artists and pin makers. I'm going to link some of my faves below:

Enamel Pins: My fave, Foundling Mercantile, makes some gorgeous stuff, but she happens to have a couple Obi-Wan/Satine or Satine-related pins in her shop right now. (There's one of them together on the Coronet that is in production and hasn't hit the website yet, but you can view the art on her Instagram.)

There are some other artists who have made Satine pins, but she's the one I know has some stuff guaranteed that's in stock or on the way.

Art Prints: You can find prints if you're searching on Etsy, but there's 3 that I'm going to link here. This first one from Odder Than Antiquity (and I actually commissioned it publicly, so I'm patting myself on that back for that one 'cause it was money well spent) is gorgeous and I have it in my office in the largest size possible. The second and third links are artists in the fandom who make Satine art! Vexx and Mercy are both amazing artists and have their work available in prints and in stickers, and I've bought some of both!

Etsy also has a wealth of other little things. There's a handbag being sold on there? Lego earrings or something similar to that? Niche stuff that's cool and hits a targeted audience.

I actually drove 3 hours last summer to pick up a 3D printed resin figure of Satine that someone scaled up in their printer so that I could hand paint it and put it on display in my office. Like, the desperation is real.

But yeah, we're definitely scraping up crumbs to try to make a meal here in this fandom.

ETA! I am the fucking worst, I forgot to share these items!

Like, the Keldabi kiss with Satine and Bo?! SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY. So freakin' cute. Sorry, @sapphicsparkles, for forgetting you on my OP. I'm an ass. <3

im in desperate need of satine merch. like that one piece of official merch she has? cant find that anywhere. the stuff on etsy is either not my thing or wildly expensive and i cant find anything else. if you know of satine merch or have any youre selling PLEASE let me know

[milfweirdal]

weird al ask game 🪗✨

how did you first get into weird al?

what was the last song by al you listened to?

favourite album? (you can pick more than one for these favourite questions if its just too hard!)

favourite song parody?

favourite style parody/pastiche?

favourite original song?

favourite unreleased/concert only song?

favourite music video?

favourite AL-TV interview?

favourite member of The Band?

favourite of his recurring jokes (e.g. the number 27, crazed animal attacks, being nerdy, food jokes, etc etc)

which song do you personally relate to the most?

a song you think is underrated?

a song that gets stuck in your head a lot?

what song/s would you show people if they had never heard of weird al before?

has al parodied any of your favourite bands/musicians?

al doesnt accept other people's parody ideas (unless you're madonna) but if he did, what song or style would you want him to parody?

have you ever made any weird al-related fanart? (share/link if you feel comfortable doing so!)

have you seen al live? if so, what was the experience like?

do you own any physic-Al media? e.g. CDs, vinyl, tapes etc.

do you own any al merchandise? e.g. T-shirt, poster, action figure etc.

do you have a "Lame Claim to Fame"?

ever tried a twinkie wiener sandwich?

favourite fandom in-joke?

thoughts on the weird al yankovic cinematic universe (WAYCU) i.e. UHF, Weird, The Compleat Al etc.?

thoughts on the weird al yankovic televisual universe, i.e. The Weird Al Show, Al-TV, his numerous animated and live action cameos etc.?

if you could say one thing to al, what would it be?

favourite polka medley?

what was the first weird al song you ever heard?

[incorrectbatfam]

Stepmom!Selina?

She sees what she's getting into from a mile away, but she welcomes it because Bruce's kids are a part of him, and she loves all of Bruce.

The kids all see it coming too, and while some (Damian) take longer to warm up to her, she's welcomed into the fold with open arms.

Selina's got a heart as big as her partner and while she's not always perfect, you can see how much she cares.

As a former foster child herself, Selina understands Duke's unique experiences and traumas from the foster care system, so whenever he needs to talk, she's the first one he goes to. Sometimes he doesn't want to (or need to) talk, so they'll watch boxing matches or she'll teach him little bits of Mandarin. If the kitchen isn't busy, they'll try their hand at new TikTok recipes, and film themselves either succeeding or debunking the original poster.

Being raised in isolation to be a human weapon meant Cass missed out on a lot of the things daughters typically learn as children/teens. The evening of Cass's first gala, she didn't know the first thing about doing her own hair and makeup. She's braved assassin armies, but her self-made disaster of bobby pins and eyeshadow nearly drives her to tears. Selina swoops in, wipes Cass's face with gentle reassurances, and walks her through step-by-step.

Selina considers it a privilege to have watched Dick grow from the spunky little Robin to the man he is today. Even though he's taller than her, she still ruffled his hair when he does a good job. She also keeps the first ever birthday card he gave her, which includes a pop-up bat signal and scented stickers, and remembers all of his favorite radio stations. Also, when Bruce does something, Dick goes tattling to Selina.

For a while, Carrie mooched off of her siblings' Netflix profiles, but everyone got tired of her messing up their algorithm and she was forced to make her own. She soon realized how much freedom she had because no one could see what she was watching. Selina caught on to the power trip and started researching and watching snippets whenever a new show comes out. That's how she stopped a bunch of preteen girls from watching Squid Game.

Tim often gets overlooked as not just the middle child, but the child who appears put-together and regularly takes on adult responsibilities. Selina, however, remembers that he's still a teenager. She regularly checks in and gradually teaches him that it's okay to let go and act his age. Selina encourages him to call his Young Justice friends outside of missions and take small acts of rebellion against Bruce. When Tim and his boyfriend snuck out to a famous lover's lookout, Selina gave them the car keys and covered for them.

She noticed that Jason really enjoys hanging out with Harley Quinn, bonding over not just Joker trauma but other shared interests like music taste. After Harley turns to the antihero side, Selina discusses with Bruce and they start inviting Aunt Harley and Aunt Ivy to dinner. The first time they do that, Harley is so excited that she baked a three-layer cake just for Jason. Literally, in strawberry frosting, it said, "THIS CAKE IS FOR JASON ONLY." Finding someone that Jason can relate to remains one of Selina's proudest accomplishments.

She's trying her best, but she makes mistakes too. For instance, although Wayne Manor has plenty of kitchen space, Selina does her cooking at Harley and Ivy's because Ivy can offer her fresh plant-based ingredients that suited Damian's needs. When Alfred's not available, she sends Damian to school with healthy, flavorful vegan lunches shaped into Cheese Viking characters. One time, she was tasked with bringing brownies to a PTA meeting. Incidentally, Harley was simultaneously baking a... different kind of brownie for a block party (you can see where this is heading). When an angry superintendent demanded to know who was responsible, Selina wisely kept her mouth shut and thankfully, so did Damian.

Cullen loves concerts, but he's a huge introvert who gets anxiety when he's left alone in a crowd. Selina becomes his concert buddy, and she'll go as all-out as he does. Sometimes that's showing up to a garage band dressed-down in hoodies and sunglasses. Other times it's painting their faces and looking like they just came out of a Hot Topic blowout sale. She even listens to the discography beforehand so she can blend in. Selina learns a lot about Cullen through this, because nothing says more about a person than the music they listen to.

Harper, though looking rough around the edges, turns into a giddy little kid at interactive science museums. During one of these trips, Harper got distracted by the giant Newton's Cradle so she didn't notice a fourth grade field trip sweeping up Selina. When they reunited at the gift shop, a chaperone had given Selina a school t-shirt and she was put in charge of grading ten kids' assignments. Harper laughed so hard that she spewed lemonade on the museum owner. Neither of them will let the other live that day down.

Selina and Barbara openly talk about guy stuff, and Selina is more than happy to offer advice in times of need. They're both pretty liberal talking about that stuff, and one time they did a tier ranking of all the Gotham Rogues based on how effective their gimmick is (Joker was the only S-tier). They then proceeded to get into a debate on whether or not Man-Bat and Killer Croc should qualify for the list, which led to them staring each other down at dinner while the other family members sat around them confused.

Steph's school offered a Mother's Day breakfast. Although Crystal Brown was doing her best and wanted to make it, she was scheduled a double-shift that the breakfast fell right in the middle of. Selina reached out to Crystal and with permission, went in her place. Afraid that Steph would publicly reject her, Selina sat in the parking lot for ten minutes as Bruce amped her up over the phone. Steph, thinking that no one would no up, was ecstatic and said that she couldn't have thought of anyone better. They enjoyed stacking up waffles and making the girls who bully Steph envious.

Long before she and Bruce got married, Selina made it clear that she would not be relegated to the gender-typical role of a homemaker, and Bruce happily concurred because it's 2021. They knew that to give Alfred a break, they'd have to take on some chores themselves. Instead of dividing up a boring old chore chart, they find ways to make cleaning fun and collaborative. They'll dance around the halls in mop slippers, play "guess the stain", and race their roombas. The kids see this and start modeling the behavior in their own ways—Dick swings from high places to dust them, Damian trains his pets to pick up garbage, and Cass and Duke compete to see who can clean the most bathtubs.

Some parts of the Manor are due for redecorating, so Selina and Alfred make a day trip out of interior design sketches, flipping through furniture catalogues, and looking at paint swatches. It sounds boring at first, but the menial tasks meant they had plenty of time for conversation, and she finally understood why everyone respects him. They also made room in the afternoon for a stroll through the park and afternoon tea, where he told her and her only the secret to a perfect scone.

The other Justice League partners welcome her into the group too. Whenever Selina's in Metropolis, she joins Lois and Ma and Pa for Sunday brunch where they share what their kids have been up to. Iris shows her life hacks to cooking large batches of food in a short time. Selina and Dinah discover an online store dedicated to selling vigilante gear and go on a Cyber Monday spree for their whole families. Steve Trevor, Diana's partner, teaches Selina how to fly with the invisible jet so she can surprise Bruce with the batplane.

After overcoming their initial conflicts, Selina and Talia hold a high amount of respect for each other. Talia sees Selina as not just a capable combatant, but a worthy partner to her former beloved and stepmother to her son. Selina, after spending all that time with the kids, understands the motherly love that Talia holds for Damian and makes it abundantly clear that she would never try to replace Talia in the boy's life. Regardless, looking after all those kids is hard, so they are very much open to the idea of co-parenting.

(Selina doesn't know it, but all this makes Bruce fall in love with her all over again.)

[slavghoul]

Something from the archives.. Tobias talking about what he loves talking about the most - the music he listens to. I lost the original source but I think it was an issue of Classic Rock from around 2018?

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Your first record LOVEGUN by Kiss. Around the same time I also got SHOUT AT THE DEVIL by Mötley Crüe and STAY HUNGRY by Twisted Sister. As a kid I bought a lot of albums, a lot of sixties and Kiss records. The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors. Stuff like that.

The last record you bought I buy a lot of old albums. And also a lot of records that I already have. And this tour was so busy that I actually bought very few because I didn't have time at all and normally I buy something almost every day. It can be anything - from a new album to another copy of LED ZEPPELIN II. One of the last records I bought was an original pressing of the debut of a band called Affinity.

A record that changed your life A lot of them! I've been listening to rock records since I can remember. A lot of them had a big effect on me. SEVEN CHURCHES by Possessed had a big impact on how I feel about death metal. Because the temperament of that album is so youthful - and as a teenager I could relate to that.

A record you have listened to the most It circulates with me, I rotate through them. There are about 50 albums that come into mind. I'm bad at answering questions like that, because I don't listen to just one thing. One moment I think I need to listen to FROST by Enslaved, which brings me to IN THE NIGHTSIDE ECLIPSE by Emperor. So I spend a whole afternoon listening to Norwegian Black Metal. And then suddenly I think: Oh, Foreigner! Which brings me to Jefferson Starship and Toto. Next up is Discharge and GBH. But what I always like to listen to are, for example, STRANGE DAYS by The Doors, A SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS by Pink Floyd or STRANGER THAN FICTION by Bad Religion.

Favourite album cover art Again: many. I don't think I have one in particular, but there are a few designs that hit the nail on the head. Even though I like big graphic artwork like Iron Maiden's or Pink Floyd's, I think some of the coolest ones are very simple; you could easily make a poster or t-shirt of them. Venom's BLACK METAL, for example. Simply because it's so iconic. Or MORBID TALES by Celtic Frost, which people can easily paint on their jackets.

A record you would recommend to your best friend There are definitely a few records that I wish my wife would like as much as I do. I listen to a lot of music that other people might not find very interesting: prog. Twenty minutes of instrumental drone. It's almost a joke in our house: she always comes home just as someone is screaming or the drum solo is playing. IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING has these beautiful, melancholy ballads, but there are also a few sections bordering on noise. SHEIK YERBOUTI by Frank Zappa is the same. There are a lot of real songs on it, but there's a side on the record that's basically just noise. When my wife comes home, it's always at that exact moment and she’s like "Why do you only ever listen to noise?"

A record you would offer to your worst enemy An album I like but can't listen to that often - and I know if people don't see its humorous side it's hard to listen to - is PHILOSOPHY OF THE WORLD by The Shaggs. I can imagine that many people find it excruciating. Sadistik Execution or Impaled Nazarene is pretty unpleasant too if you're not a fan of extreme music.

An album you listen to in the car I have a bunch of CDs in my car and I usually go with samplers or best-of compilations. I mostly get them at the gas station when I stop to fill up the car. I have best-of compilations from Ozzy Osbourne, Fleetwood Mac, Judas Priest, Johnny Cash, Dio and some Swedish stuff you might not know. I like to listen to feel-good music that I can dream to and lose myself in when I drive.

A record on which you would have liked to play yourself I don't know. That would suggest to me that I would want to live someone else's life or change something. There was a big rock wave in Sweden and Norway in the early noughties - and sometimes it upsets me when a guitar solo stays too bluesy. I want the solos to be bigger, more meaty, to have a bigger ego. Show that you have balls!

Favourite albums from your parents' record collection I inherited a lot of records from my mom. She reacquainted herself with numerous albums when I was a child too, because she lost a lot of records in a divorce in the early seventies. So in the mid-eighties - because I was so interested in it - we bought many of them again. Before that we only had a handful of Beatles albums. We'd go to record stores and she would see a record she remembered and go "Oh, this one is good!". She liked LET IT BLEED by the Rolling Stones and played it for me a lot.

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Sometimes Life Gets in the Way (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: ANGST. LIKE HOLY CRAP THERE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS MUCH ANGST. IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE SMUT, BUT I’M SITTING HERE CRYING. THERE IS ALSO SMUT; minors do not read. Probably swearing, this is a female reader. I know I said that most of these would be a gender neutral reader, but from now on, I’ll just specify both of them. 

There will probably be more female reader ones posted since those are easier for me to write and I relate with them more. I don’t specify anything about apperance in any of my fics, so hair colour, skin colour, and size don’t matter. The only thing is, I write a shorter reader since I would personally have to tilt my head back to make eye contact with any of the heroes. I’m not as short as some people, but I’m definitely not the tallest in my friend group. And if I make a character that much taller than you, just picture the actors bigger, or put that lovely imagination of yours to good use. Instead of 4 inch heels, maybe you just make up for that in legs, loves. I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 9594 (Officially the longest thing I’ve written!)

You had been dating Peter Parker for the last 3 years, and you had been best friends for the last 13. You were there when he got bit by the spider that gave him his powers, and although you didn’t get any, you were a superhero in your own right. You weren’t the daughter of one of the Avengers, nor were you related to any of them. You did see Clint as a father figure, but as you had known him since birth, it made sense. Your parents were SHIELD agents, and they died about 3 years ago, just a few weeks after you started dating Peter. Since you had no family, and were old enough to throw a punch, (you live in New York, let’s be real here,) SHIELD allowed you to work with the Avengers, since your parents were high-level agents and you grew up running around Stark Tower. You and Peter often teamed up, Spiderman and Shadow, and while neither of you told Ned or MJ, you didn’t feel like you needed to blurt out the secret since there was one other person your age that knew.

Throughout the last few years, Tony had allowed you and Peter to move into the Avengers Compound, you had both graduated highschool last week, so now you were moving in full time.

“We did it, princess.” Peter said, flopping down on his new bed. While moving into the Compound, the both of you had only stayed there for weekend visits and breaks because of school, so nothing was ever set up the way you wanted it, nor was it the way you left it.

“Damn right we did, sweetie.” You replied, laying down next to him.

“Cuddles and movies until we fall asleep?” He asked, giving you his puppy dog eyes and shifting closer.

“Pete, gross. We’re both all sweaty from lifting boxes, hanging posters and clothes, and just generally organizing shit. And it’s July in New York. It’s fucking hot. If anything, I want to lay under a fan and know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, Y/N. What if we both take cool showers and sit in the main room where the ventilation is better? We can grab some snacks and call it date night?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “How is it you never fail to make me agree?”

“Because you love me.” He replied cheekily.

“I do love you.” You kissed his cheek and stood up, leaving his room and heading to yours to shower. “Meet in 30?” You asked, calling behind you.

“Sounds good! I’ll pop the popcorn!”

“I’ll bring the candy and drinks!”

~~~~~~~~~~

45 minutes later, you and Peter were both wearing a t-shirt and shorts, had turned the big fan on in the main room, and were cuddled up watching Empire Strikes Back, since you had rolled your eyes and let Peter pick again. You were, admittedly, a nerd, but you never understood his fascination with Star Wars. You had both fought aliens and had both been to space, you didn’t exactly get how some guy with daddy issues was gonna save the whole universe, but you never mentioned it to Peter. Mostly because he was gonna try to explain it, and no matter how many times he did, you just gave him that look that said “I love you, and I love that you care about this, but don’t drag me into it.” And without fail, he stopped.

“Are you sure you’re okay with watching it?” Peter asked. “I know you don’t really like Star Wars.”

You threw your feet over his lap and snuggled further into his side, Peter wrapped one arm behind your back and the other across your feet, effectively protecting the popcorn bowl from falling. “Since I’ll be asleep once I finish my popcorn, yeah, this is fine, babe.

Tony picked this moment to walk in. “Ooh, are you watching Star Wars?” He then saw the two of you snuggled up together. “Really? You two are gonna sit that close?”

“We’ve been dating for 3 years, and you’re interrupting date night, Mr. Stark.” Peter explained as you yawned and shifted to sit even closer to Peter, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Y/N, how are you sleeping through this?” Tony asked, sitting on the couch with the both of you.

“We watch this movie somewhere between one and ten times a month, and have for at least a year and a half.” You told him. 

“Plus, she’s not a huge Star Wars fan.”

“How dare you?”

“I like Harry Potter, shut up.” You nuzzled into Peter and kissed his shoulder softly. “Good night, I love you.” You mumbled, falling asleep already.

“Damn, she usually makes it a little further than that.” Peter chuckled softly. “Good night, princess, I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, you woke up in Peter’s room, in his bed, without Peter. “Uh, JARVIS, where’s Peter?” You asked softly.

“Mr. Parker is making breakfast in the main kitchen, Miss L/N.” The AI responded at the same level, Tony’s coding to the rescue again, although it was probably to deal with his hangovers, it was helpful for the rest of you nonetheless. Putting on one of Peter’s your shirts and a different pair of shorts, with pockets for your phone, you walked softly into the kitchen to find Peter making pancakes with all your favourite toppings. You looked at him lovingly for a minute before walking up behind him and wrapping him in a hug.

“Oh, baby girl. It’s just you.”

“Missed you, honey,” you told him, planting kisses across his bare back, since Peter always slept without a shirt. “Woke up alone and the bed was cold.”

He turned around in your arms and kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed after our long day yesterday.”

“Thank you.” You said softly, sitting down at the island so he could keep cooking. “You’re the best.”

“Only for you, princess.”

Sam walked in at that moment, presumably coming back from his run with Steve. “Holy shit, the kid is built!” Peter went to say something in response, but just kind of zoned out in Sam’s direction.

“Peter,” you snapped him out of his daze, “sweetheart, the pancakes.”

“Right, thank you, Y/N.” He said, turning back to the stove and flipping the pancakes.

“Leave him alone, Sammy, we had a long day yesterday.” You told him, getting back up to start the coffee machine.

“Oh, what, moving?”

“We woke up at 4AM, packed everything the two of us had in May’s apartment into boxes and garbage bags, carried them all onto the subway because Happy was too busy sleeping to pick us up and Mr. Stark was out at a gala of sorts or whatever. We somehow missed our stop because we both fell asleep, had to wait at the station until a different train showed up to take us back, caught a bus that brought us to the main road, 20 minutes from the front gates, and we had to lug all of our stuff with us the whole time. And we still had to set everything up, and it was noon by the time we actually got here. In the rain the whole time, nonetheless.” You explained, nicking a berry out of Peter’s bowl of fruit.

“Oh, kiddos. Why didn’t you call one of us? We would’ve picked you up so you didn’t have to do that.” Steve said, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“We called all of you, Captain.” Peter said, loading up a plate with pancakes for you and putting new ones in the pan. “You, Mr. White Wolf, and Mr. Wilson were all sparring in the gym because it was raining and you didn’t want to run outside. Ms. Romanoff was visiting Mr. Barton on the farm, so neither of them could come get us; Dr. Banner was sleeping since he Hulked out on the last mission, Mr. Thor and Mr. Loki are off-world, and we’re, frankly, both terrified of calling Dr. Strange or Mr. Wong when it’s not an emergency, so we didn’t bother. The Guardians aren’t here, neither is Captain Marvel, and Mr. Lang is in San Francisco with Hope, Hank, and Cassie.”

“Plus, neither Maximoff twin can drive.” You added, pouring coffee into your favourite mug.

Steve sighed, “Kiddos, we would’ve stopped training if you had told us what you needed. If you had called back and said that no one else could help you, we would’ve gotten one of the cars and grabbed all your stuff for you.” He took the coffee pot once you were done with it, and poured coffee into his favourite mug.

“Well, Captain, you could’ve just helped us the first time when we mentioned moving, rain, and the lack of Mr. Stark.” You said softly, cutting into your pancakes. You shoved your fork into your mouth and closed your eyes in bliss, moaning softly. “Peter, holy fuck,” you swallowed, “these are the best pancakes ever.” When you opened your eyes, Peter was flushed and staring at you with his jaw dropped slightly, Sam was smirking and glancing between the two of you, and Steve was also flushed while sipping at his coffee.

“Oh, shit, where are my manners? Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson, do you wanna have breakfast with us?” Peter asked, plating up more pancakes. Steve took the plate out of his hands gratefully, and slid the syrup away from you.

“Thanks, kid.” He said, sitting next to you, before taking a bite. “Oh my God, Y/N’s right, these are the best pancakes ever.”

“Okay, well, now I have to try them, Spidey. If you two don’t mind us interrupting your breakfast date and fuck.” Sam said, sitting next to Steve.

“Date and what?” You said, sputtering into your coffee.

“Oh, I know you know what the word means, you use it all the time. Plus did you not see the way he just looked at you? You guys just need to fuck and he’ll be fine.” Sam explained.

“I- uh- we-” You started, eloquently as ever.

“We haven’t- both still-” Peter continued, stammering as he dealt with the pancakes.

“Not that far- virgins- just- haven’t done it.” You finished the sentence together, both blushing messes as you turned back to your heavenly pancakes and Peter slid a plate towards Sam, who took the syrup from Steve.

“Oh, well, kids, you just needed to do it. It’s nothing to be worried about.” Sam said.

Steve shook his head, “Sam, you know it’s not always that easy. Plus they’re still kids. They’re not even both 18 yet, you know that.”

You glanced between the two, not knowing what to say, and having finished your pancakes already, you stood, putting your plate in the sink and kissing Peter’s cheek. “Thank you for breakfast, baby.” You headed downstairs to Tony’s lab to help him with anything he needed today. You did see him as a bit of an uncle figure, not that you’d ever tell him that.

“Good morning, kiddo.” He said, acknowledging you after you handed him a coffee mug.

“Were you down here all night?” You said, sitting in the back seat of one of his old cars.

“No, just for a couple hours. Did I hear Sam and Steve come into the kitchen while you and Peter were having a breakfast date?”

“Yeah, Sam told us we just need to fuck.”

Tony sputtered on his drink in a similar fashion to what you had done not even 20 minutes ago. “What? But you guys haven’t made it that far yet!” You didn’t even say anything, you just gave him the ‘no shit, really?’ look. “I know. I know you know that. But can I ask how far you have gone?”

“Honestly?”

“Please.” He said, clinking his mug with yours.

“Well..” you started, trying to buy yourself time, “I mean we cuddle all the time, and we’ve kissed.” You shrugged a little. “Any time it’s gone to go further than that, either we’ve had a mission, or someone else has walked in, or May came home and neither of us felt right doing anything more than kissing with her home.” You said, looking anywhere but Tony.

“That’s okay, kiddo. Have you made out or just kissing?” He asked softly.

“What’s the difference?”

“Tongue.”

You snorted softly in derision, “Just kissing then.” You paused, trying to get your thoughts straight. “I dunno, Mr. Stark. It’s not that I don’t wanna do it with Peter, I do! I just really don’t know anything. Like I mean, I know stuff in theory and I know how things work, but execution and actually doing things is very different than just knowing about it.”

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. You’ll both know what to do when the time is right.” Tony said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I dunno, Mr. Stark. I’m just really nervous about it.” You put your mug down on one of the tables DUM-E had moved closer to you and Tony, and Tony put his mug down on the other side of the car.

“Hey,” he tilted your head up towards him, “you and I both know that Peter will take care of you. If you ask him to go slow, he will; no matter what you ask him to do, he will, okay?” He pulled you into a hug, and you closed your eyes as you rested your forehead in the crook of his neck. “I promise you, there’s no need to be nervous, okay?”

“I know, I’m just overthinking it. I always overthink everything. It’s stupid, I’m sorry, you probably don’t even care.”

“Of course I care. My father was terrible, and he was so pissed when he found out that I had lost my virginity before marriage. I don’t care if you and Peter want to do it and then you end up breaking up, that happens. I just want you two to be safe, and there’s no need to be nervous since everybody can see how much you love each other. You are both virgins, right?”

“Yeah, I mean, we’ve been together for 3 years, Tony. And like 3 weeks after we got together was when my parents were killed. And while it was hard to grieve my mom, since she was always crazy busy, and just crazy in general.. I miss my dad. He wasn’t always the best dad, and yeah, he missed some concerts and school trips, but they were both SHIELD agents, so I understood as I got older. But he was always there when I needed him, and he let me do things that my mom wouldn’t, like watch movies, play video games my mom would never have allowed me to even own, and he let me run around with Peter, Ned, MJ.” A few tears slipped down your face and you nuzzled further into Tony’s shoulder. “God, Tony, I miss him. Why did he have to go?”

“I know,” he rubbed your back, “I know, sweetie.” You let out a soft sob and curled your fingers into Tony’s shirt. He kept whispering words of reassurance to you and after a few minutes, he saw Peter coming into the lab, with damp hair and one of your favourite shirts of his, evidently having showered after breakfast.

You felt yourself being lifted into someone’s arms, and you opened your eyes a little and saw a very watery Peter. “Hey, hey, baby girl, you’re okay. I’m right here.” He carried you back upstairs to his bedroom, and went next door to your room to grab your favourite stuffed animal. It was a white rabbit with a pink lace scarf that you had named Ruby after your dad had won it for you at Coney Island when you were a kid. Peter came back, handed you Ruby, and wrapped his arms around you as you cried.

Much like Tony had just a few minutes ago, Peter whispered words of reassurance to you until the crying had stopped and you were left dehydrated and sniffling. “Can I go grab you some Gatorade or water?” You shook your head, attempting to burrow further into his chest while squeezing Ruby to yours. “Okay, okay. That’s alright. JARVIS, would you get someone to grab some Gatorade or water for Y/N?” Peter asked softly.

“Of course, Mr. Parker.” The AI responded at the same level, and a moment later there was a knock on the door.

“Kiddos?” Clint said softly. “Are you okay in there? Can I come in?”

“You can come in, Mr. Barton. I’m okay, but Y/N’s been crying pretty hard.”

Clint opened the door and poked his head in to find you curled into Peter, much like you were after you were told about your parents dying. He passed Peter two bottles of Gatorade and two reusable water bottles, one for each of you, although, from the looks of it, you needed it more. “Hey sweetie.” Clint said softly. You waved your hand a little in response. “Can I ask why we’re crying today?”

“Dad.” You signed, remembering a little of what Clint had taught you.

“We’re missing Dad?” You nodded. “That’s okay. Remember that philosophy I taught you? There’s a box, and that box has a button and a ball in it. Every time that ball hits the button, you get sad, and the ball is your grief. At first, the ball is always touching the button, but after a while, as the ball gets smaller, it hits the button less and less often. Your ball bounced right into the button today, and that’s okay. You wanna tell us what happened, maybe something caused this?”

“JARVIS.” Still not trusting your voice, since you were prone to start crying again, you fingerspelled the word.

“JARVIS? Oh, he’ll explain it to us?” Clint asked, wrapping an arm around you. You nodded again as JARVIS began to explain everything to your boyfriend and your father figure. “Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard this must be for you.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N, I didn’t even think about how hard graduation was for you. Now, you want the red gatorade or the blue gatorade?”

“Red please.” You whispered. Peter handed you the bottle and put a straw in it so that you didn’t have to tilt your head back or sit up. You sipped at it slowly before nuzzling back into Peter. “I want my Daddy back,” you sniffled, nosing at the collar of his shirt.

“I know, I know you do, princess. I wish he could be here for you too.” He allowed a couple of tears to slip down his face as Clint got up to give the two of you some privacy.

Clint let his head rest against the door for a moment after shutting it behind him, muttering, “These kids will be the death of us,” before going off to find Nat and some of the others to give an update on your both.

You felt something wet against your cheek, and it wasn’t one of your tears, so you pulled your head out of the crook of Peter’s neck. “Baby, please don’t cry.” You said, sniffling.

“But Y/N/N, I wanna help you, but I can’t. I can’t bring your dad back, I can’t make you less upset about it, and I don’t know how to help you grieve.” Peter told you, sniffling and wiping at his eyes.

You pressed your forehead to his, “I don’t need you to do any of that for me, love.” You sniffled again, wishing not for the first time that crying didn’t come with a runny nose. “Besides, one of us needs to be mentally stable, and it’s definitely not me.”

Peter sniffled again after chuckling, “It’s not me either, princess.”

“Mentally unstable orphans for the win?” You asked, chuckling.

“That checks out, baby girl. But I’m not sure we’re winning, to be fair.” He responded, placing a small kiss on your lips. “But how can I help you feel better now? What do you want?”

“You.” You replied softly, looking away from his questioning gaze and taking another sip of your Gatorade.

“Me? What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” You pressed your lips to his firmly, and cautiously licked his bottom lip. “You uh, you want me like that?”

“Of course I do, Peter. I know you’d never hurt me, I’m always safe with you and I trust you. I want you to be my first.”

He exhaled deeply, “Oh thank fuck. I want you to be my first too, Y/N. But you want it now?”

“We don’t have to if you aren’t ready.” You said, linking your hands behind his neck.

“I mean, I’m ready, princess, I’m just kinda worried that you might not be.”

You kissed him softly and cupped his face in your hands. “Okay. In a couple days?”

“Sure, baby girl.”

~~~~~~~~~~

That was three full days ago, and you were dying. You had been horny as shit for the past week, but with graduation and moving you were too tired to do anything about it. Plus then, Peter wasn’t sure you were in the right mental state to do anything with you and it all just culminated into you wanting to jump his bones.

You groaned while writing out some reaction formulas for chemistry, it wasn’t homework, it was for Bruce, since he had hired you as his lab assistant. Peter worked under Tony, as he preferred to be more hands on in his work; and you worked under Bruce since you preferred to be a little more theoretical. While experiments were always fun, you loved predicting what would happen before the two of you did the actual experiment. But you had been sitting in the lab all day trying to figure out all of this shit.

“Sweetheart?” Peter asked. “Are you alright?”

You shifted in your seat again, “I just can’t get comfortable, honey. I’m alright. It’s been a long day.”

Peter kissed your head softly, “Are you sure that’s all, princess?” He whispered, pressing his chest to your back. “I can smell you.” He muttered into your ear.

“I’m good,” you whimpered softly.

“Are you sure about that, baby girl?” Peter lifted you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs.

“Uh, kiddo? Where are you going?” Tony asked when Peter got to the top of the stairs.

“Just gotta take care of something, Mr. Stark. We’ll see you in the morning.” He replied, walking away.

“Peter! What are you doing?!” You exclaimed as Peter chuckled and walked into the kitchen.

“That’s a good question, kiddo. What are you doing?” Bucky asked, eyeing the two of you suspiciously.

Peter chuckled again, “I just gotta take care of my girl, Mr. White Wolf, sir.”

“T-take care of your girl?” You asked from your place on his shoulder.

“That is what you wanted, isn’t it, princess?” He asked, worried.

“I-oh wait, you mean like that?!”

“Yes?”

“Oh,” you paused, “then mush, baby. Go.” You smacked his ass.

Bucky laughed, “I’d say ‘let us know how it goes’, but between the two of you, you’ll turn into a shade of tomato and we won’t know anything.” You blushed and swatted at Peter’s ass lightly.

“I’m going, baby girl. I’m going.” Peter chuckled, blushing as he walked away. “Your room or mine?” He asked softly.

“I don’t care. You pick.”

Peter walked into his room, as it was closer, and threw you softly onto the bed. You sat up, grabbed his face, and pulled it to yours. The kiss was messy, messier than either of you had ever had. “You’re really excited, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“I want you, Peter.”

“We gotta take it slow, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Plus, I don’t know what I’m doing, he added in his head.

“Okay, I know you won’t, but okay.” You breathed out.

“We need a safe word, just in case of anything.” He said softly.

“Pineapple.” You told him, it being the first thing that came to mind.

He chuckled softly, “Pineapple?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “pineapple.”

“Works for me,” he told you, kissing your lips again, before kissing both your cheeks, and working to under your ear with his lips.

“Peter,” you whined, “touch me.”

“I am touching you, princess. You’ll have to use your words.” He replied.

“Oh, please don’t tease me. I want your hands on my tits, Pete.”

He continued kissing down your neck until he got to the collar of your shirt. “Can I take this off?” He asked. You nodded. “Words, baby.”

“Yes, you can take it off.” Peter pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor. You pulled him down with you and you laid back down and kissed him again. “Fuck, Peter, I never wanna stop kissing you.” You tugged at his collar, “Off, please.”

Pulling his shirt off, Peter planted himself on his elbows, hovering over you. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, please keep going.” You were taking deep breaths, trying to keep your heart rate at a normal level.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, Peter. Please don’t stop. Please touch me.” You begged.

Peter kissed you softly, “Like that, baby?” You moved his hands to cup your tits through your bra, and kissed him again. “Can I take it off?” He asked, pulling back.

“Yes, please.” You told him, arching your back so he could reach the clip. Peter undid your bra, and threw it on the ground with both your shirts.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby.” He said, planting his face in your tits. Peter kissed, licked, sucked, and lightly bit at them while sliding one of his hands down your stomach.

“Oh, fuck, Peter. It feels so good, please don’t stop.” You praised him and he stiffened. “Are you alright, honey?” You asked softly. 

“I liked that,” he mumbled into your tits, “the praise. I like it.”

“Yeah? You want me to tell you you’re doing a good job?” You asked, sitting up on your elbows.

He whimpered, kissing down the rest of your torso. “Please.” When Peter got to the waistband of your shorts, he slid off the bed and kissed up each of your legs until he got to the hem of each leg. “Can I take these off?” He asked.

“Yes, you can take them off, sweet boy. You’re making me feel so good, Peter.”

Peter visibly shuddered at your praise before pulling your shorts down your thighs. “Oh my God, baby girl, you’re so wet. I can see it through your panties.” He snapped the waistband of them against your hip, “And these?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, Yes, please.” He had barely even touched you and you were so warm and honestly ready to just fuck yourself soon if he didn’t. Peter slid your panties down and off your feet throwing them with all of your other clothes.

He slipped one of his fingers between your thighs, and pulled them open a little further with his other hand. “Is this alright?”

“If you stop, I’ll kill you.” You told him, leaning back onto the bed instead of continuing to rest on your elbows.

Peter sucked small hickies across your inner thighs and slid one finger through your wetness before pushing just the top of it into you. You gasped. “Are you okay?

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, “I’m okay, it just feels weird.”

“Good weird?” He asked.

“Good weird.” You replied. “Just give me a minute.”

After a few moments, you tangled your fingers into Peter’s curls and squeezed lightly. “Are you good, baby girl?”

“Yeah, you can go.” You said softly, amazed at how gentle Peter was being. Not that you didn’t think Peter would be gentle with you, but you had heard horror stories of the first times of some of the girls in your graduating class. The guys didn’t care enough to prep them, none of them came, and so much other shit. Since a lot of your time of self-discovery was spent being a superhero and grieving the loss of your parents, you had never really even masturbated, you didn’t know a lot that you should.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, baby. You’re good. Feels good.”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“Sorry, honey. I was thinking about what I heard some of the other girls saying after their first time. You’re being so gentle.” You smiled at him, sitting up on the elbow that didn’t have a hand in Peter’s hair.

He smiled back up at you, pressing his one finger in a little further. “Of course I am, princess. I love you, I wanna take care of you.”

You gripped his hair a little tighter as he did, before releasing it and letting your fingers just play with the curls. “Thank you. Will you let me take care of you too?”

“Of course I will.” He told you, kissing your hip bone as he did.

“KIDS!” There was pounding on Peter’s door.

“Don’t come in here!” You both exclaimed.

Steve, Sam, and Clint all burst through the door at once, and Peter threw himself on top of you so they wouldn’t see anything. “Woah, what the fuck!”

“We said ‘don’t come in here’!” You yelled at them while Peter busied himself with sucking a hickey on your neck.

“Are you even wearing-” Sam started.

“Get out! Whatever it is, you can wait 2 minutes for us to get dressed.” The three nodded, backed out of the room, and shut the door. You pushed Peter off you lightly, “Another time, love. It’s okay.”

Peter stood up and passed you your clothes. “I know. We’ll figure it out.” He threw his shirt back on and turned around for you to get dressed.

You chuckled at his chivalry, “Peter, you’ve seen me naked.” You started putting your clothes back on as you watched his blush spread to his arms.

“KIDS!” Steve called again.

“We’re coming, Captain!” Peter responded. You clipped your bra behind your back and threw your shirt on over your head. 

You grabbed Peter’s hand and squeezed it lightly as you both walked out of his room. “We got this. It just wasn’t the right time.” 

He wrapped his arm around you, “Yeah, we got this, baby girl.” Peter told you, kissing your forehead. “You did good.”

“Please say that again.” 

“What?” He asked, pausing for a moment before it dawned on him. “Oh, you wanna be my good girl?” Peter whispered in your ear.

“Please.” You whimpered softly. 

“Please what, kiddo?” Sam asked as you both walked into the meeting room where everyone else was.

“Please get me out of this boring meeting before it’s even started.” You fired back.

“Normally we wouldn’t have interrupted you, kiddos.” Tony started.

“Especially knowing what the two of you were doing.” Bucky interjected.

“But we have some news.” Tony finished.

“Y/N, we’ve found the people who killed your parents.” Steve said. 

Your face dropped and quickly contorted into anger from the sarcastic smirk it had been in moments earlier. “What?”

“Yeah, we’re heading out in the morning to take care of them.” You stormed out of the room and went to god-knows-where, to work out your anger. 

Peter went to follow you, but stopped in the doorway before leaving, “Captain, do you have any idea what we were doing before you walked in?” He asked.

“Yeah, kid, I do.” Steve replied softly.

“Do you now have any idea what Y/N/N is gonna associate that with?” He continued.

“Is that really all you’re worried about, Peter? Sex?” Clint asked.

“Of course not!” He shouted. “I’m worried about Y/N! I’m always worried about Y/N! She was already not in a great headspace, happy that I was actually gonna take care of her instead of what most guys do at our age! She heard from other girls that the guy essentially just uses them as a tool to get off instead of caring about them and giving them pleasure! And now she’s gonna be slipping into the headspace she’s in now every time we go to do anything because she’s gonna go from flirty to angry because she’s gonna associate flirting to immediately followed by bad news! And who’s gonna have to pick up the pieces? Me! Because none of you give enough shits to take care of her!” Peter stormed out, following you and asking JARVIS to find you.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, JARVIS woke you and Peter up early so you could get ready for the mission. You spent the half an hour before breakfast grumbling about needing a mission today, being interrupted last night, somebody just had to surface last fucking night from killing your parents three fucking years ago, and many more things Peter couldn’t make out. You were not having a good morning.

“Hey kiddo.” Steve said softly, sitting next to you on the jet. “I’m sorry about last night. We should’ve waited until after or this morning.”

“It’s alright, Captain. I understand it needed to be said.” You replied, trying to not spend the entire plane ride crying.

Peter pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry as well, Captain. I shouldn’t have blown up at any of you last night. So, I’m sorry too.” He paused to sniffle. “The death of Y/N’s parents hit us both hard, and hearing that their killers resurfaced in a moment where we were already emotional didn’t make things better.”

Clint knelt at your feet and grabbed both your hands. “We shouldn’t have sprung anything on you last night. We’re all sorry. Next time you two are getting to it, JARVIS won’t let any of us interrupt you.”

“It’s being called the “BOOOOONE?!” protocol.” JARVIS said, playing the clip of Captain Holt from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. This caused you both to start chuckling, you into watery laughs and Peter giggling in a much higher register than normal.

~~~~~~~~~~

When the jet landed, you were the last one out, right behind Peter. The plan was- actually, there wasn’t a plan, you were just gonna storm the place and kick ass. Most importantly, you were going to kick ass. Somebody was gonna pay.

“Y/N L/N,” someone said from behind you as you all entered the building. “Daughter of Agent Y/D/N L/N and Agent Y/M/N L/N.” You and Peter turned around. “Girlfriend of Spiderman, official Avenger, and top of her graduating class at Midtown High.” The shadowy person continued. [Your Dad’s Name and Your Mom’s Name]

“Wait, I thought I was top of the class.” Peter said.

You sighed softly, “Nope, I was.”

“We’ve been watching you, Y/N. Or do you prefer Shadow now?” You felt Tony’s metal hand at your back and you knew all the Avengers were behind you as you faced this mysterious figure.

“Who are you?” You asked, taking a step back. The person took a step into the light, they were wearing a hood so you couldn’t see their face, but you recognized their build from somewhere. This was someone you knew at some point.

“I’m your worst nightmare, kiddo.” They said, walking to a computer you hadn’t noticed and pulling up security footage. “Did anyone ever tell you how your parents died?”

“On a mission, they were infiltrating a HYDRA base.” You said softly.

While clicking on the computer mouse, his hood fell off. It was your dad’s best friend from when you were little, but why couldn’t you remember his name? He pushed you and Peter on the swings, babysat when your parents were on date night, it was- “Uncle Brock?”

“Rumlow?” Steve asked gruffly at the same time you did.

“Surprise, kiddo. I told you, worst nightmare stuff here.” He continued clicking, and eventually a video popped up on the wall next to him.

“Daddy?” You said softly as his face popped up on the screen.

“Sweetheart, if you’re seeing this, then I am so sorry. I lied to you, this mission was always risky, and your mom and I aren’t gonna make it back. I know I gave you false hope, but I couldn’t leave without making you smile one last time. I hope you and Peter are happy, he’s always been able to make you smile. If I don’t make it back, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Uncle Brock, he’s been a double agent this whole time, he works for HYDRA, and has been taking everything from SHIELD and using it to take us down.” It was at this point that Bucky pulled a gun on him, remembering him from his HYDRA days. “And your mom, sweetie. I’m so sorry, I made a bad choice. Your mom works for HYDRA too, sweetheart. I tried as hard as I could to protect you, but this mission is gonna go south since my entire circle of trust has lied to me this whole time. I’m going in blind on this one, and I’m not gonna make it back, for your birthday or anything else. I love you, sweetheart. Take care of yourself, and take care of Peter too. I know she doesn’t always show it, but your mom loves you too. I love you, sweetheart.” Your dad kissed his fingers and then held them to the camera, which he always did when you video called him on long missions. The camera shut off, and some footage from a different camera popped up after.

“How could you?” Your dad asked Uncle Brock, who had him chained to a wall. “How could you do this to Y/N? You know it’s her birthday this week, and I promised I’d make it back.”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually still a true SHIELD agent?”

“Of course I am! SHIELD and the Avengers are doing what’s right! Playing both sides of the field is cheating, and I know that’s not the only cheating you’ve been doing. Either of you! You should both be ashamed of yourselves.” He shouted as your mom walked into view.

“How did you find out?” She said.

Your dad chuckled, “Even Stark’s noticed the longing looks you send towards each other, and he’s the least observant person I’ve ever met. You could let me just take Y/N and leave, and then you two can be happy. It’s not like you ever actually showed any affection towards her. You at least pretended, Brock. But you, Y/M/N? I didn’t know a mother could be so cold to her own flesh and blood.” 

Any conversation from there was muted, or there wasn’t any. You couldn’t tell, as you watched your mother shoot your father in the leg. After that, you watched as Brock Rumlow shot your mother in the heart and then head, followed by your father. He then shot himself in the leg, presumably as an alibi to feed to Fury when he was the only one left standing.

“You killed my dad.” You said, dropping to your knees in tears. “But you pushed me and Peter on the swings, you babysat us when May and Ben were working and Daddy was taking Mom out for date night. Daddy trusted you! You were his best friend and you killed him! He- we- we were gonna build a giant blanket fort and watch movies and play video games. Mom couldn’t get the day off, so Daddy was gonna take me to Coney Island, and we were gonna play all the games. We were gonna do everything like my birthdays when I was little.” You sniffled. “But it wasn’t that Mom couldn’t get the day off, was it? She didn’t want the day off. Because she didn’t want me. Because she wanted to spend time with you!” You yelled.

Peter knelt next to you, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay, princess. Let it out.”

“Daddy promised to be home for my birthday, yet I spent my birthday planning his fucking funeral! Do you know how many 15 year olds have to plan their parents' funerals on their birthday, with only help from my best friend- my boyfriend, and Daddy’s co-workers? Nobody! Because nobody is cruel enough to kill both parents of a 14 year old girl, while sleeping with her mother for who knows how many goddamn years, days before her birthday while knowing that they made a promise to come back! 

“Daddy promised that he was coming back, that it would be a short mission. In and out, get the information and leave. And now I know how long those missions take! I’ve done those missions by myself! He should’ve been home hours, days before you got off that plane with your fake-ass sad face and your self-inflicted bullet wound! You pretended to have to be the bearer of bad news, but you are the reason he’s dead! You are the reason Daddy didn’t see me graduate! You are the reason Daddy doesn’t know that I got into NYU! You are the reason that I wake up in cold sweats at night, having dreamt about Daddy getting off that plane with you, not in the urn. YOU KILLED MY DAD!” You screamed, sobbing into Peter’s suit. 

You pulled your gun out of its holster and shot until you ran out of bullets. One hit the computer monitor ‘Uncle Brock’ had been working with, one embedded itself in the wall the screen was located on, and four landed across Brock’s torso, bringing him to his knees.

“Get her out of here, Queens.” Bucky said, placing a hand on Peter’s back. “We’ll take it from here.”

Peter quickly swung you back to the jet, and pulled the mask off you use to hide your face from cameras and enemies. “Princess?” He asked softly, pulling his own mask off. “Can I get you anything?” You shook your head, he webbed you some Gatorade out of the mini-fridge Tony kept, just in case of emergency. “Drink, you’re probably really dehydrated.” You took the Gatorade from him and sipped at it slowly, silently thanking Peter.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was a week later when you finally got out of bed yourself for something other than to use the bathroom or shower. You were still carrying around Ruby, as the last thing your dad had gotten you that was sentimental. And you were cuddled up in one of Peter’s hoodies, but you were wearing your dad’s old socks, rotating through a few pairs he always wore in the winter when the house got cold. You wandered into the main room of the Compound, knowing that that’s where everyone would be. You had sent Peter away a few hours earlier, knowing that he was hungry, and was probably tired of sitting in dark silence other than your sobs for about a week.

“Hey, kiddo.” Clint said softly. “What are you doing here? Did you need something? Did you want Peter back?” He asked. 

You shook your head and wrapped him in a hug. “I’m so sorry.” Those three words came out of your mouth, but they were barely audible.

“Kiddo, you don’t need to apologize for anything.” He said, picking you up. “You’re going through the entire grief process again, knowing what really happened has reopened up all the old wounds. You’re grieving, kiddo, and it’s okay.”

“You never should’ve been on that mission with us. We never should’ve said anything about it.” Tony said softly, having paused their TV show when they noticed you walk in. “Not that you can’t handle it, kiddo, but everyone knows how I reacted when I found out Barnes killed my parents. And he was brainwashed.”

You nodded. “I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that Mom never loved me. It was obvious in hindsight with how cold she always was, diminishing my achievements, and taking extra shifts whenever she could. But to shoot Daddy, to work for both HYDRA and SHIELD, to cheat on Daddy with Uncle Brock for years.. how could she do that to him?”

~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t until three days later that you finally went outside again, but you got Tony to drive you to where you sprinkled your dad’s ashes. You hadn’t been in years, and you hated going anywhere with dead bodies, ironic that you’re an Avenger. Tony had had a bench made for your dad specifically, since you just put your mom’s body in the ground. You sat on the bench and talked to your dad for a while, knowing that he wouldn’t couldn’t respond. 

~~~~~~~~~~

It was another 2 weeks when Peter realized he’d never seen you deal with a period. Ever. You grew up together, ran around the neighbourhood for years, slept over at each other’s places. Yet he had never heard you mention anything to MJ or Aunt May about period stuff. So he asked you.

“Princess?” He asked softly one day while you were watching some dumb Netflix comedy together. 

“Yeah, love?” You said, pausing the TV.

“Why haven’t you ever said anything about having a period?”

“Oh, well, I’ve never had one.” You said, “I suppose I can’t complain too much, I hear they’re killer.”

“You’ve never had one? And you never thought to get anything checked out?”

“It never occurred to me. But you’re right, that probably means there’s something wrong.”

So off the two of you went to go find Doctor Cho, who stopped in every now and again as the official doctor of the Avengers. “You’ve never had a period?” She asked, incredulously. 

“Uh, no?” You responded, watching as she pulled up your medical files.

“It looks like your mother authorized a very invasive surgery when you were a small child to almost completely remove or destroy your reproductive organs. Y/N, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you can’t ever have kids.”

“Huh, so Mom really didn’t want the bloodline continued. I mean, that’s fine, I don’t really want kids anyways, but making the option myself might have been nice. I wonder if Daddy knew about it.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Three weeks after you found out you could never have kids, was when you told the rest of the team. Maybe during family dinner wasn’t the best idea.

“You’ve been oddly quiet, Y/N.” Steve said. “Do you wanna say something?”

“I can’t have kids.” You blurted out.

Everyone broke out yelling. “What do you mean, doll?” Bucky said, always the voice of reason.

“Peter pointed out that I’ve never talked about a period or anything, so I told him I’d never had one. He found it weird, and that was when I realized that something was up. So we went to talk to Doctor Cho, and apparently Mom almost completely removed or destroyed all my reproductive organs, without Daddy’s consent, as Pete and I discovered after looking into it. So, I essentially cannot have biological kids. Mom hated me so much at like 4 that she never wanted me to have the option to continue the bloodline.” You said, using humour as your coping mechanism at this point.

“Oh, kiddo.” Nat said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “If you need to talk to anyone about it, you can come to me. I know what it’s like to discover you don’t have bodily autonomy anymore.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t until a month later, after plenty of conversations between you and Nat about your lack of reproductive organs, that you felt you were finally in a good place mentally (after Doctor Cho got you on some anxiety meds.) After the summer you had, you had started at NYU with Peter, and you were both praised in all your classes for already having jobs with two of the most prestigious scientists in the world, plus all your work was excellent. Tony and Bruce had allowed you both to work less, since you had both made it on full-ride scholarships, so you only had a few hours each through the week, and then Avenging if something came up. For the most part, you had your weekends off. It did come as a surprise to Peter one Friday date night though, when you came down in the prettiest dress he had ever seen you wear.

“How about we skip the moonlit picnic and go straight to dessert?” You had offered softly.

“How about that?” He tugged at his collar lightly. “Yeah, let’s do that, princess.”

The two of you stumbled back up to his room, where you had essentially moved yourself into over the past couple of months since you had moved into the Compound. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Peter.” You told him, seriously, pulling him in for a searing kiss and falling back onto the bed. “JARVIS, initiate ‘BONE’ protocol.”

“‘BOOOOONE’ protocol initiated, Miss L/N, you and Mr. Parker will not be bothered.” JARVIS responded as usual, playing the Captain Holt clip again. You and Peter chuckled softly before essentially ripping each others’ clothes off, Peter sucked some marks down your torso and slipped a hand between your thighs.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked.

“Yes, please, love.” You said, spreading your legs a little further. 

Peter slipped the tip of his middle finger into you, and you placed a hand on his chest to slow him down. “Are you alright?”

“Just give it a minute, you know it feels kinda weird still.” You told him softly, pulling him in for another kiss. After Peter broke the kiss, he looked at you, and you nodded. He slid his finger a little further in, and you gasped slightly in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Peter.”

“Love?”

“No, more, please. I’m alright. It feels so good.” Peter carefully added his ring finger in addition to his middle finger and you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

“Good girl.” He muttered appreciatively, and you whimpered in pleasure. “We both have praise kinks?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “we do.” Peter pulled his fingers out a little and slid them back in slowly. “Again, please.” You said, Peter did it again. “You’re so good, Peter.”

Peter shivered in pleasure, “Am I?” He asked softly.

You reached down and stroked his dick softly in response, “Yeah, love, you are.” He groaned, you slid one finger along the bottom of his dick before reaching up to kiss him. “Is this gonna fit?”

“Yeah, baby girl. We’re gonna find a way to make it fit. I’ll go slow.” Peter told you, slowly sliding his pointer finger alongside the other two. He started pumping them in and out of you, like you had requested before.

“Oh, God.”

Peter chuckled. “Nope, just me, love.” He kept pumping his fingers a little faster.

“Oh, fuck. Peter, I-”

“Yeah, princess? You gonna cum?” Peter asked.

You moaned, “Yeah, yeah. Pete, I’m gonna- fuckin’ love you. Best fucking boyfriend in the world. Fuckin’ close, please.” You continued to babble as Peter softly fucked you with his fingers.

“You don’t need my permission, baby girl. If you’re gonna cum, go ahead.” With his words, you tumbled over the edge, clenching your muscles, arching your back, bucking your hips into Peter’s hand, and throwing your head backwards.

“Fuckkkkk.” You moaned.

“So beautiful, so good, cumming for me, love.” Peter continued to praise you as you were coming down from your high, stopping the movement of his fingers. When you opened your eyes again, you looked up to see Peter above you. “Hi.” He said.

“Hey.” You replied softly. 

“Are you good?” He asked.

You chuckled. “I’ve never been better, love.” You told him, reaching out to stroke his dick, just to find it rock hard. “Oh, honey. You happy to see me or something?”

“You should’ve seen your face, princess.” He bucked his hips into your hand softly, pulling his fingers out of you. You whimpered and squeezed him a little tighter by accident. “Baby girl,” he groaned, “Please, fuck, can I be inside you?”

“Yes.” You said, guiding him between your legs. 

“You’re clean, right? Because I am.” Peter said.

“Of course I am, you’re the only one I’ve ever been with.” Peter took over from there, slowly sliding the first bit into you. “Oh my God.”

“Can I keep going?” He asked. “Fuck, please let me keep going, baby girl.”

“Don’t stop, Pete. Please don’t stop.”

Peter slowly entered the rest of his dick into you and rested his forehead on your collarbone. “Fuck.” He said, sucking a mark there.

“Feel so fucking full.” You said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him where he was. “Could stay like this forever, Pete.”

“KIDS!!!” You both heard someone shout.

You also heard JARVIS’ reply. “I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes. ‘BOOOOONE’ protocol has been initiated. Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N are not to be bothered.”

Bucky started laughing his head off, “Alright JARVIS, tell them to have fun.”

“Ms.-”

“We heard him, J, thanks.” You said, wrapping your legs around Peter’s waist. “Please. Move, love.”

Peter pulled out a little before pushing back in. “I love you so much.” He whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

“I love you too. Keep going.” Peter slipped one of his hands between the two of you, and slid it lower and lower until you gasped in pleasure.

“There it is..” Peter mumbled, kissing you again.

You started babbling again, “Peter, I- fuck, gonna- I’m gonna- please.”

“Yeah, I know, princess. I’m gonna too.” He told you, his soft thrusts getting sloppier. “C’mon, baby girl. You don’t need permission.”

You arched your back into Peter’s chest and threw your head back again. “Peter, I- gonna-”

“Go ahead, love. I’m right here.” You tumbled over the edge again, gasping Peter’s name as you went. “Oh, baby girl.” He groaned. “Can- can I cum inside you?”

Coming back down from your high, you were able to respond to him. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead, Pete. Please.”

Peter only had to thrust a couple more times before he was cumming, he stilled his hips and placed his elbows on either side of your head, resting his weight on top of them. “How was that?” He asked you, breathless.

“Amazing. You did so good, love.” You kissed him gently, pushing at his chest a little. “You gotta get up though.”

“Why? Am I hurting you?” He asked, panicky. “But you did good too, princess. So good for me, like always.”

“You’re not hurting me, Pete. You’re supposed to pee after sex so you don’t get a UTI. And we should get cleaned up.” You yawned. “And maybe take a nap before we go deal with Buck.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, after you were both showered and well-rested, you went to find Bucky, since neither of you had the energy to look for him last night.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You asked, coming into the kitchen for your coffee. “Did you need us?”

Bucky only smirked at you, “No, I heard someone say that they never saw the two of you leave for date night, so I came looking. I guess that protocol came in handy after all, didn’t it?” He asked.

“Well.. yeah.” You said.

“Protocol? Which protocol? We have a million of them that affect Peter and Y/N.” Tony asked, coming up from the lab for more coffee.

“You only have one that’s a ‘do not disturb’ protocol.” Sam said, smirking alongside Bucky.

“Kiddo, the two of you?” Tony asked again. You blushed, looked down at the floor and nodded. 

Peter came up next to you and kissed the side of your head. “Good morning, baby girl.”

“Mornin’ baby.” You said, still blushing.

“What’s up with you?”

“They uh- they know we had a protocol initiated last night.” You told him, not nearly awake enough to be dealing with this without coffee. 

As you were fixing it up for you and Peter, you felt his arms encircle your waist. “What’s so wrong with them knowing? It means we aren’t interrupted.”

Sam choked on his coffee, “Are those scratch marks?” He asked.

“Uh, no?” You asked in response, trying to remember where your arms had been last night. “My arms were around Peter’s shoulders and my hands primarily sat at the back of his head.” You were thinking aloud, but it gave the 3 men standing there all the information they needed.

“Did you top?!” Tony exclaimed.

“Nope.” Peter stated, turning you around, boxing you against the counter lightly by putting his hands on either side of you, and kissing you. 

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, “You know, baby, I don’t think they need a visual.” The collar of Peter’s shirt that you were wearing dipped, and everyone in the room was able to see the amount of marks Peter had left across your shoulder blades and collarbones.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Bucky asked. 

You glanced down and shook your head, dragging Peter back down the hall with you. “JARVIS?” They heard you say.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?”

“Initiate ‘BONE’ protocol.” The three of them started laughing, until they could hear you swearing from there.

“Hey, J?” Tony asked.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“Remind me to add soundproofing Peter’s room to the ‘BONE’ protocol.”

..UHHHHHHHHH, so this was much longer than originally anticipated. It was supposed to be a short Peter Parker x Reader smut, and there is so much fucking plot in this. I’m so sorry. I’m also sorry if I made you cry in the middle somewhere, but I made myself cry writing this, so I don’t even know how sorry to be. While I did have Tom Holland’s Peter Parker in mind while writing this, you could use any of the three since it’s not specified, except Peter is a freshly graduated high school student, so do with that what you will.