#but nope this little kid is just sadly watching

[agenericplaceholdername]

Forgot how bittersweet this ending is. I'm glad Lloyd finds his family later.

[dairy-farmer]

I call this the Highlander Au! >:Dc There can Be Only One! (Unless he REALLY enjoys the process and the world stops going to shit for like... FIVE god damned minutes!) (The second is sadly unlikely)

Tim? Fully Cis gendered male. Not terribly ATTACHED to this, physically, but certainly identifies as Male and has a male body.

Maybe it's been all the near misses. The "all my friends fuckin DIED on my and I mentally spiraled like you wouldn't believe". Could be him finally reclaiming his life. Or yet another horrible mental spiral. Who knows!

But he's decided.

He wants to be a Dad. *sound of various Bats choking and/or dropping things*

Is even seeing anybody? Nope. How the FUCK is he gonna get a baby?! Oh, normal, Bat Paranoid fashion. Cloning tube. Same way Damian happened. He just needs to figure out the maternal DNA and he's golden. Figure out where to hide his tech to stop Villainous Baby Snatching Plots.

Because that's a very real concern.

No you can't talk him out of this. Timmy want himself a baby. Is already designing a nursery and studying child development books. Parenting manuals, getting those little animal onsies, lazer death grids to ward of Ra's ninjas. The works.

Bruce is off to the side, quietly having an aneurysm and choking to death on his own spit. Baby boy? Fatherhood? OFFSPRING!? Alone and not going to LET HIM HELP!? But why would he help!? Bad idea! But. But he needs to BE THERE to TAKE CARE of TIM and the future BABY! Aaaaaaaaa-!!!!!

It's a... "Fun" time. Dick is nearing a nervous breakdown. Bruce not far behind. Damians having Feelings(tm).

Then! At a Wayne Charity Event(tm)? Small glowing child. Looks alien. Is getting upset. People backing away IN A HURRY because they just watched this child WARP REALITY to turn the nearest table into candy.

Tim is there as the face of the family. A hero. Already feeling generally Paternal. Upset baby is Bad. So he goes in, dispite clear protests. Gets low and talks soothing.

But the alien Wants Her MOMMY!

And? Oh. Well there goes the protective amulets JLA Dark made for him. Now he's in an alien dress and? Very much no longer Cis. Guess he would have and DID inherent from his dad's side of the family, no boobs. Tiny. At least he got his mom's killer legs.

And the kiddo isn't scared any more. Since he "looks like mommy".

Except not even remotely, because she warps into being an HOUR later, looking for her daughter and is made of pure light. Thanks him. Doesn't FIX anything. And just leaves. Gee, thanks lady.

There were REPORTERS there. Tim Drake has tits now. Front page news. Great. Ra's is GOING to know and get WEIRD about it.

Tim shrugs. Off to Leslie we go, though. Check up time!

Yep. Full lady bits action. And, hey! Shiny new spleen! So that's nice.

It DOES change his plan though. He didn't, you know, collect any "samples" yet. But? Does... does he NEED too? He COULD concoct a story of "rich person hires mystic to get penis back" after going and getting magiced back.... OR?

He could have someone put a baby in him! *simultaneous Bat Choking Noises*

MUCH easier to defend. THEN he could be changed back, after the baby is weaned. The problem is who to trust? Ra's is ABSOLUTELY going to do everything in his power to get his seed inside Tim new puss. So a seed bank is out. And-

*hands slam on the table*

Obviously! We can't trust anyone outside this house! Villian plots and Ra's specifically! Bat paranoia! W-we will just have to make this sacrifice for you!

.....Weirdly intense, but okay.

Objection! Says Tim's newly no longer Dead team mates. Tim tried to CLONE Kon! OBVIOUSLY it should be Kon! And Bart! Bro Threesome! Let nature decide! (Then kid number 2 is the other Bro, is only FAIR)

ALSO a good point. He did have that promise, if one of them ever got turned into a girl. And a Kon baby WOULD be nice...

Shit! Grayson pulls "last of my legacy and I have so much to make up for" cards!

Is betrayed by his OWN FATHER (Bruce! How COULD YOU!?) Who plays "you saved me from the time steam and nearly died for me, let me help(emotional)" to devastating effect!

Cheating! Howls the Speedster! You're CHEATING!!!

And Tim stands there... kinda confused but finding he's actually Really In To This as people argue over how much THEY want to be the one to put a baby in him? He's never felt this badly WANTED. Desired.

He may not want to go through the whole "actually carrying a baby for 9 months then pushing one out" thing more then once.... but the fighting over him thing? This might be awaking something.

And, well, Kon already made a good point. Why try to control it? Let nature decide~

Everyone can help.

The argument stops dead. For all of the seconds before "who goes first?" Occurs to everyone.

Sadly for THEM, Bruce is a bastard willing to play dirty to get what he wants. And his house his rules. He goes first. After all, he no doubt smirks, none of THEM have the... experience, to handle a virgin properly.

He refuses to allow Tim hurt on his watch.

Got it? Good talk. Tim, with him.

Which is what leads to Tim clawing at the bed and begging like his life depends on it, soaked in sweat, hours later. As Bruce STILL gently, teasingly, RUTHLESSLY eats him out. Puddles worth of lube ruining the sheets and easing his way, as he works calloused fingers DEEP to find spots Tim didn't know he had yet. As they rub and tease and fuck against those spots so relentlessly it feels like Tim's coming apart.

He didn't even know he could MAKE half these noises.

His hole is so wet and sloppy, it's like it's given up. Like his body can do nothing but quiver and twitch under Bruce's hands. Given how big he is? Probably the point. Because he crawls up to loom over Tim like a giant. Presses kisses to his whimpering, sweaty face. And rocks into his exhausted body, filling every inch of him.

It doesn't even hurt. Something that big probably SHOULD for his first time, but Bruce isn't a legendary playboy for nothing. And it just fills and Fills and FILLS. Rubs against everything in a way that makes his toes curl. Makes him want to gasp and cling, even though he's so exhausted.

Bruce just shooshes him. Pulls him close. He won't have to do a thing. He can just cling to Bruce and feel good. Bruce is here. He's got you.

And it's the best thing Tim's ever felt. Forget masturbation, sex is AMAZING. Bruce rocking then thrusting then pounding into his body. Holding tight like something precious. Hammering his good spots still he sees stars. Til he's nearly sobbing, hiccuping, from how good it feels to have his insides all messed up.

Bruce fills him up. All gooey and warm. Picks him up and carries him to a clean bed to get wiped down and tucked in. Cleans up then joins him. Fills him back up and tucks him close. He feels boneless and precious. Sleeps like the dead.

Discovers sex with a puss is AWESOME.

Next morning, he's barely out of Bruce's room before Dick is scooping him up and dragging him into his room. Almost franticly bending him in half as he presses him to the bed, kissing the air out of him. Holding his face as he whispers filthy praise into his lips. Hips relentless as they slam home, pounding at just the right angle.

Like he's trying to make for YEARS of mistakes by pouring it all into pleasure NOW. Clinging tight and trying to fry Tim's brain with how good he can make him feel. Dick buries his faces against Tim's neck and rutts like he's making up for lost time. Fucking Tim through orgasms, spilling again and again, like he's determined to drain his balls dry and wring every last bit of pleasure he CAN out of Tim's exhausted body.

Tim has to threaten to hit him with an alarm clock to let him up. Tim wants LUNCH damn it. They missed breakfast. By a LOT.

But then work calls. Damn it. So he has to get dressed. Double damn it. And he does it, but refuses to be pleased about it. Resolves things. Even gets ahead on work. Only for DAMIAN to walk stiffly into his office. Sus.

The gremlin hands him a frankly VERY well put together report on why he, Damian AL Ghul... should be allowed to fuck a baby into Tim. He has brought along a slide show and genealogical report.

.......Explain.

Damian does. He REALIZED some things about himself. When Tim was discussing becoming a Father. Using the same method as he, himself, was created. Went through a whole "go to the Kent farm and have a life change adventure" character growth arc, as you do. And? Now realizing that he potentially COULD be DIRECTLY involved in the Hypothetical Child's life instead of as an uncle?

He wants in. They could be glorious, combined. AND he firmly believes Tim will be a magnificent Mother. Let him Father your child.

It's a bad idea. Tim knows this. He literally JUST slept with Bruce yesterday and nothing good comes from sleeping with AL Ghul's. They Obsess. But? Fuck it. Maybe THIS is the thing that finally stops the Tim-Gremlin cold war and bring peace to house Wayne once and for all. He unbuckles his belt. Walks over to his resting room.

And Tim KNOWS, even as he's being urgently fucked into the fold out bed, that this is an AWFUL idea. No way in HELL, from the desperate and sloppy thrusts, clinging, panting and whines, is this NOT Damian's first time. He's utterly undone.

Pounding load after load into Tim because it feels too good to stop. All enthusiasm and no skill. Half the pleasure Tim's even GETTING is his own hand, relentlessly teasing his own clit. But? Oh. The feeling of being wanted so BADLY. Of cum, gushing and gushing into him. Knowing it's HIS hole that's so good, it's driving Damian incoherent.

He feels... sexy. It DEFINITELY does something for him. He may not be able to go back. Could see himself enjoying being a milf.

But of course. Business hours end. And he PROMISED! Is swept up by Bart for their threesome. Which, after several rounds and untold loads of near-no-refractary-period speedster cum dumped inside him? Is kinda spotty, in his memory.

All he knows for certain is he wakes up to his sheepish best friends, "Sorry we fucked you unconscious repeatedly" bribes, no voice, and a warm bath. He's also plugged up and FULL full of that premium speedster/half-kryptonian blend cum, because apparently his friend intend to WIN and nothing says victory like overwhelming odds. He'd call them fuckers, but they ARE and hold no remorse. He can't move.

Carry him you bastards.

When he asks where Cassie is, he learns she's apparently trying to harrass the magic users into a making her a temporary "turn me into a dude" amulet. Both as a gift AND so she can join the race for Father Of Tim's Baby. Huh. Interesting new options.

Obviously, throughout ALL of this, ninjas. Because Ra's has never wanted to smash so hard in his LIFE.

Instead, Tim is out here, on Jason's shitty couch. Getting lifted up and slammed down onto his cock. Called baby girl. Princess. Jason's never been harder. Already planning their kids graduation dinner and baby number three.

Tim feeling precious and taken care of and DESIRED. Like the young adult with a first shitty apartment he never got to be. Something so close to normal. Put a baby in him. Fuck him like you love him, like they do this every Saturday night, then eat pizza and watch trash TV. Fill him up.

And if course~ it's a VICIOUS game of Fuck The Tim keep away, up until one day he starts to show. Then Everyone is loving and coddling and in a "No I Am The Father" cold war. The birth is a nightmare, because Tim is slender and more scar tissue then not. But?

Adorable quarter-Kryptonian! With the biggest blue eyes and Tim's porcelain doll face.

Tim is NOT doing that again. Ffffffuck giving birth. And being pregnant! Granted, the EARLY part? He loved. He glowed. Getting pregnant was AWESOME. But later stages? God awful. Clone tube babies from here on out.

Absolute Devastation in the Tom Fucking Community. Babe no! You can't MEAN IT!

Woah, hey! He never said he'd STOP. "Getting Pregnant" is very, VERY enjoyable. He's just refusing to carry SHIT. Birth control for HIM. Scooping that slurry of "leave it up to Nature" out and storing it. Now... Kon stop being smug and hold your son.

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😭😭😭 tim getting everyone to come to dinner and they all think it was alfred and are like 'this was a great idea alfred! we should all get together like this more often' only for tim to cough and say well actually i called you all here, i figured you all deserved a heads up since i'm going to be undergoing some serious life changes. everyone's confused and then tim says he's going to have a baby.

immediate panic and some disappointment from bruce because he thinks this is a teen pregnancy and he expected better from tim only for tim to have to yell to interrupt everyone and say there is no 'girl', not yet anyway. he's just announcing that he's GOING to have a baby. they're not yet conceived and now the family is dealing with whiplash of how of course TIM would do something like this now they're sitting their listening to him talk about the ideal gene pool given tim's family has a history of mental issues and he's going into some very detailed things like nurseries and everyone just wants him to slow down because tim is still a kid!!! dick is older than him and even HE doesn't feel ready. so everyone is trying to talk tim out of it while tim insists he's ready, he's been going to a therapist for 11 months trying to deal with his issues so he COULD be ready to be a parent.

which of course baffles them even more because???? dick has been trying to get them all into therapist for years and tim just???? went??? on his own????

bruce is of course the least welcoming of tim's ideas of teen parenthood. because what about highschool, college? at least ONE of his kids has to go to college!

tim however says no, says his GED is more than enough.

bruce tries finding other angles, asking what if he just sets tim up with babysitting gigs? make him see kids aren't that great and tim just huffs and said he already did a bunch of babysitting and volunteering at the children's centers in gotham as part of his adoption application!

which ???? just stressed bruce out even more?! because tim had tried to adopt a baby first? but apparently got rejected because of his age, lack of partner, and lack of job which tim loudly says is unfair because bruce was in his 20s when he took in dick and HE hadn't had a partner or a job!

so the family is protesting, despertly trying to get tim to change his mind,,, then tim gets a womb and suddenly the protests die down VERY quick.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

can we pleaseeee get a house or wilson taking care of a regressing reader?? idc scenarios i just neeed more of them taking care of me mngff…

Here you go :) I don't usually write reader inserts and was going back and fourth on what thing to use for the reader, whether it be Y/N or Traveller or something, which I've seen in other works. I went with They/Them Y/N in this to make it as neutral as possible!

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Word Count: 1054

Summery: House and Wilson take a regressed reader to the park.

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“Are you ready to go, Y/N?” Wilson asked from the kitchen where he was packing all the snacks you were going to need into the bag.

“Yep!” You called back, tugging on your velcro sneakers and fastening them tight. That way, they wouldn’t fall off when you were running around the park.

House staggered up behind you and watched you rush to get ready with a smirk. “Very excited to see the ducks, huh?”

You nodded. “Mhm! Do you think there’s gonna be any baby ones?” The baby ones were the cutest. You wished that people were allowed to pick them up and hold them, but there were a bunch of signs at the park telling everyone not to bother the birds.

Wilson came into the front hall with the packed bag and put on his shoes. “Probably! It’s right around that time, so I’m sure there’ll be some.” He turned to House, “Are you sure you’re good to come along? It’s going to be a lot of walking.”

House waved him off. “Don’t worry, I’ve already taken a bunch of, uh— candy, I’ll be fine.”

You got to your feet and bounced up and down on your heels. “Can we go now? Please?”

“You heard them, Wilson! The park awaits.”

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The car ride to the park felt like it took forever. You jumped out of the car and impatiently waited for Wilson and House to get out too. “Come on! I wanna see the duckies!”

Wilson chuckled. “I know. Come hold my hand while we walk, okay?”

You whined. It was gonna be so much slower that way! You weren’t gonna run off! 

“I know, but we have to walk with House, remember?”

House scoffed. “Oh, let the kid run. Just stay where we can see you and don’t go drowning in the pond, got it?”

“Okay!” You didn’t want to leave them behind completely, so you just walked a little bit ahead of them. Besides, Wilson had the snacks for the ducks, so you were gonna have to wait for him anyway. But once you saw the pond, all of that went out the window. You could already see a family of duckies swimming in the middle of the pond, and you ran over to the shore where there were a few picnic tables shaded by the trees.

“Look!” You yelled out to your caregivers as the caught up, “Ducks!”

“Look at that! Do you want to feed them?” Wilson set the bag on the table and pulled out a container of bird seed and oats and gave it to you. “Just small handfuls at a time.”

You took the cup of seeds and tossed a handful towards the ducks, cooing with delight as they noticed the food and began eating it. You turned to Wilson, “Can we feed the duckies other stuff? Like our sandwiches? I wanna share with ‘em.”

House shook his head. “Nope. Bread isn’t good for ducks, it makes them sick. Only we get to have the fun stuff.”

“Oh. Okay.” You thought lots of people fed ducks bread, but if House said it was bad for them then he was probably right. You threw in another handful, closer this time, and the ducks followed it. An idea popped into your head. Maybe you could get them to eat out of your hands! You kept throwing food, closer and closer, until the mama duck and her babies were very close, then put a small pile of it into your hand and offered it out to one of the ducklings.

It hesitantly swam towards your outstretched hand, and just as it was about to nibble the seeds, the mama duck hissed loudly and flapped her wings at you. “Ah!” You fell backwards and shuffled away from the shore, and watched sadly as the duckies quickly swam away.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Wilson crouched by your side and began checking over your hands, “Did the duck bite you?”

“No…” You said. The mama duck had just scared you. “Why did she get mad at me? I was just trying to feed them! I was being nice!”

Wilson sighed. “She probably didn’t know that, she just wanted to protect her babies. You probably look pretty big and scary to her.”

“Oh…” You looked out at the ducks, which had gone to the other end of the pond. “Sorry mama duck!” You apologized. Hopefully she knew you weren’t trying to hurt her babies.

“Why don’t we have our lunch now?”

You let Wilson pull you up and sat down at the picnic table where the plastic Tupperware of sandwiches and fruit were set out. House had already taken half of the ham and cheese, so you took a triangle before he could eat them all, and one butter and jelly. You ate them quickly. Wilson made the best sandwiches. You thought House’s were okay, but somehow Wilson just made them better.

“Kid, you’ve got jam on your face.” House pointed to your chin.

You used you sleeve to try to wipe it off.

“No, to the left.”

You tried again.

“Just— here.” He grabbed a napkin from the bag and reached across the table to wipe it off for you.

“Thank you!” You said politely. Sandwiches finished, Wilson began to pack up the dishes and you looked around for something fun to do next. Then, out of the corner of your eye you spotted it; the bright neon colours of an ice cream truck parked alongside the walking path. You gasped and grabbed Wilson’s sleeve. “Look! There’s an ice cream truck over there! Can we get some, pleasssee?”

House and Wilson shared a look. 

“…Well, we have ice cream at home already, so—“ Wilson started, but House quickly cut him off.

“So Wilson can have that, and we’ll go get the fun stuff. Come on.” He got up and waved for you to follow, and you eagerly did, abandoning Wilson at the picnic table.

“Hey!”

You turned to look back hesitantly as Wilson scrambled to pack up all of your things to follow. You didn’t want to leave him behind! “Should we—“

But House just nudged you along. “He’ll catch up. He’s been practicing, he’s almost as fast as me now.” He joked, and you giggled. Sure enough, Wilson was catching up quickly. “So, what flavour are we thinking?”

[xopinkroses]

Big brain Nero head cannon time!

I loved the "Can I spend my life with you?" fic and it got me thinking... Nero would be so soft around little kids! 🤧 Chaotic but soft! Like playful and fully engaged with whatever they are doing and 1000% down to play with dolls or putting on makeup or a full on nerf war or a foam sword fight or even just chasing the kid around, cackling like a gremlin while the kid screams and giggles! 😭

It would be so precious to watch and my heart can't handle how cute it is!!!

Playtime (Nero x Reader & Their Child)♥

(Dad Nero has my heart💖💖😭 Both baby and Reader are gender neutral for maximum self insertion haha~ I based this on my younger family members and how I mess around with them! (◠‿◠✿) Thank you for the request!! xo)

Summary; Nero playing with your toddler! Word Count; 575 Warnings; None! :)

MASTERLIST🌸

From the second your child was born, Nero’s ‘dad mode’ was unlocked and he hasn't looked back since. Dad jokes, tea parties and telling stories with dramatic voices to make an actor jealous– Nero gladly let go of any pride he had before in order to see his baby smile. That gummy smile and the tiny, cooing giggles when he would make faces and animatedly speak to the tiny baby in his arms… It just made everything worth it. 

“I’m gonna get youuu∼!” 

“No you won’t–!”

You watch on as the two most important people in your life cause absolute chaos in your living  room, couch cushions and toys strewn over the floor and the sound of delighted squealing and giggling warming your heart. Nero is pretending to chase after your toddler, dramatically parkouring over furniture, pretending to be some kind of monster… or maybe a dinosaur? You can’t really be sure, the game changes every few minutes and you’ve given up trying to keep up with the switch ups. He always makes sure to be just unable to reach your child, who squeals and yells for the monster to go away as they run a few feet away– but you know Nero is as eagle eyed as ever, subtly herding them away from potential dangers without pausing the game.

Nero takes playtime very seriously. Sometimes you have to ask yourself whether you have one baby or two– because father and child are on the exact same wavelength when it comes to playing. This is a game of life or death!

“I’m gonna steal all your hugs– give them to meeee∼!” Nero rushes towards your child, hands outstretched in a tickling motion. They scream and run behind the couch, peeking over it with sparkling eyes.

“Nuh-uh! None for youuuu–!” They declare, giggling and waiting for their daddy’s next move. “Monsters don’t get hugs!”

Nero gasps in offence, “What do you mean monsters don’t get hugs?”

“No hugs for monsters!” The child doubles down, grinning as Nero puts a hand to his chest and puts on an indignant expression.

“But what if I’m a nice monster?” Nero challenges, creeping closer to the couch.

“Nope, nuh-uh– no hugs for you!” They see Nero’s approach and starts mirroring his actions so that the two of them are circling the couch. 

“Is that so?” Nero grins mischievously.

They giggle, “Mm-hmm! My hugs, you can’t have them!” 

You already know what's coming before it even happens, having seen this scenario play out many times before. Nero nods sadly, looking thoughtful. “Hmm, okay… I guess I’ll just have to go without then….” 

And then he lunges– vaulting over the couch and capturing the toddler in his arms, lifting them into the air like a trophy. They squeal and kick their arms and legs out in an attempt to ‘free themself’, their cheeks flushed and white hair a mess. 

“Gotcha–!” He tosses them into the air before hugging them tightly to his chest. His arms are strong and protective around your child, and they lean into his embrace despite still screaming out in defeat at having been caught by the monster. “All your hugs are mine!”

That's when you decide to make your presence known, wrapping your arms around the two of them and nuzzling your cheek against the soft white hair of your baby’s head. A sneak attack to win you the game!

“-- And now both of your hugs are mine!”

~ 🖤

[greenticklerdreams]

15 questions for 15 friends:

Hi, @lady-featherquill and @missamyrisa2! I’m honored that two such illustrious writers would think of me.

Were you named after anyone?: Nope! My mom may have gotten the name from a soap opera she was watching, though… but that might just be one of my dad’s lame jokes, lol.

When was the last time you cried?: The ending of Godzilla Minus One. I’m serious.

Do you have kids?: Nada.

What sports do you play/have you played?: I played tennis when I was in junior high and early high school! Was big into it for a while … and then we moved and my new high school didn’t have a team. Had a thriving theatre program, though! I’m ultimately very thankful for that.

Do you use sarcasm?: Me?? Psshhh. Nahhh. 😉

What is the first thing you notice about people?: Tough question. IRL… probably the way they carry themselves? The way they move through space. I also notice how they say things… phrases, reactions. Does that make sense? … Maybe this is too deep. I notice clothing style, too! Not in a critical way, just assessing. As for online, I WILL notice your texting style. Perfect grammar, all lowercase no punctuation, how often you use emojis and how. Just warning y’all.

What's your eye color?: Brown, tending more toward honey/amber than black. (My brother has super dark brown eyes like the latter and I’m only a little envious.)

Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings, definitely. I can’t handle scary movies at all, let alone downer endings. … I never did watch that Cyberpunk anime. I should get to that…

Any talents?: Writing. Acting. I’m a fast reader. Projecting my voice. Memorizing lines. ... a lot of these are related to acting, haha.

Where were you born?: Louisiana! And then got moved away before I was even a year old, so I don’t exactly remember it.

What are your hobbies?: Reading, writing, video games, listening to music, TTRPGs (GMing and playing). Typical nerd! I also like walks, casual hikes, and trying new coffeehouses.

Do you have any pets?: Sadly, no… I miss having dogs. And I love cats, but I’m allergic to them… it sucks.

How tall are you?: 5’7”, and a lot more confident about it than I used to be! (I know it’s kind of the stereotypical “bitter guy” height, lol. It’s fine, I probably shouldn’t go into politics anyway. 😆)

Favorite subject in school?: English, hands down. 

Dream job?: I wish I knew. It would be fun to be creative for a living – a writer, or one of those streaming D&D Dungeon Masters – but it might also drain me of the creativity I need for my hobbies. I’d like to do something that actually helps people, charity work or something. I know I sound really driftless for a 30-something… I just care more about my life outside of my job, y'know? And I’d like to get out of finance one day, man.

Join in and pass it on if you can. Don't feel obligated!: 15?? That’s a lot. Hi, mutuals! If I haven’t said hi before now, I’d like to get to know you better. 😊

@ticklingmesoftly @magnificentbitchface @theepopcornwhore @something-tickly-this-way-comes @darkharp-tickling @silly-panic @thebest-medicine @applesyaboi @a-ticklish-banshee @brushtickler @datstrangetickler @ticklish-wallflower @hypersensitiv3 @yopatbo @sensitivemarie @still-not-rly-sure

[babygirl-diaz]

Baby Riley

((Imagine Bucky carrying little Riley around like Peter B. Parker did with his daughter))

Bucky loved bringing 4-month-old Riley to the Avengers campus and letting everyone play with her. He strapped her to his chest in a baby carrier, slung her baby bag on one side, and headed to the campus where Sam hung out with his Avenger buddies. "I don't hang out with them, Bucky. I work with them," Sam claimed but Bucky didn't care. They were his friends, so they hung out together.

When Bucky arrived today, the Avengers were in the meeting room. From what J.A.N.I.C.E, the A.I. told Bucky, they were currently having a debriefing session with Sam leading it. Bucky snuck into the room to watch Sam speak. Riley was fast asleep against his chest and he sat down beside Scott and Hope. Their faces lit up when they saw them. "Riley, hey," Scott immediately said in a hushed voice.

"She is growing up so fast," Hope said gently stroking her back.

"You just saw her last week," Bucky pointed out.

"Yeah and she has grown since then," Hope huffed but then smiled at Riley.

They were suddenly garnering more attention from others on the team.

"Rileyyyyy...." Kate said excitedly as she came running over to them and sat down on the floor in front of Bucky. "Look at her little feeties, oh my god," she added pointing at Riley's feet that were hanging out of the carrier.

"Is she asleep?" Torres asked sadly. The kid had self-appointed himself Uncle Torres to Riley.

"Yeah, she-" As soon as Bucky was about to finish his sentence a sharp cry rang through the room.

The whole room broke out into a myriad of noises as everyone tried telling him what to do. All at once. Overwhelming Bucky and making him put a protective arm around his daughter.

"QUIET!" Sam's voice boomed through the room.

Everyone obliged and shut up at once, much to Bucky's relief.

Sam made his way over to the back of the room, walking with purpose, and his lips pressed together in a thin line. He looked like a man on a mission dressed in his Captain America suit.

"Oh shit," Scott whispered beside him. "Good luck, Barnes."

"Shut up," Hope chastised him.

Bucky readied himself to get yelled at. Sam has told him in the past not to bring Riley to the meetings. Riley, on her part, was still crying, and Bucky gently rocked her to quiet her down.

Sam came to a stop in front of him and Bucky looked up at him. Sam let out a soft sigh and stuck out his arms. "Give her to me," he said.

Taken aback by that, Bucky just stared at him.

"Buck," Sam's voice broke him out of his thoughts. He immediately took Riley out of the carrier and carefully handed her to Sam.

Sam took the 4-month-old in the crook of his elbow. "Shhh.... It's okay, baby girl," he gently said to her. "Papa's got you."

Bucky's heart melted as he saw the two interact. Yeah, he sees it every day at home but he still hasn't got used to it.

Sam then started to hum to her. It sounded an awful lot like "Stand By Me." He gently rocked her as he moved around humming and then softly singing to her.

There were a few "aww's" from the Avengers but soon Riley's cries subsided and the room filled with her laughter.

Everyone broke out into cheers before Sam turned around and proudly smiled at them.

Bucky got up from the bench and went over to his husband kissing him gently. "My hero," he said before clicking his tongue. "Nope, our hero," he said hugging his family close.

[ask-missparker]

The Chilling Adventures Of Super-Mamas 🧸

— Ruby Webb and Son 🕸️ Today

Summary: Meanwhile Mama is a work Momma has to take care of the kids, but work calls.

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Note: Silly sweet and a little goofy fic. A little bit of angst too, Mia might need a hug after this episode

Characters mentioned: Luna, Rick, Maria Hill, and etc

———————

Liane was picking up her phone and purse getting ready to rush out the door. Mia was sitting in the living room chair as Eli was playing with his toys on the floor as the TV played in the background.

“You sure you want me to go?” Liane asked reapplying her lipstick and rambling, “Cause I can always reschedule or cut my business day eariler. I know it won’t be profitable or professional for my clients but Luna said she was busy picking wedding flowers with Rochelle, so she might not have time to make to her appointment anyway and..”

“Honey, honey, honey!” Mia repeated sipping her orange juice as she looked up from her phone.

“What?”

“You’re starting to sound like me.

“Huh?…Oohhh! Yikes, yeah, nope! I should go soon then, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes you should, Luna and Ricky’s wedding is coming and Luna might keep making excuses to not come to your store, cause she doesn’t want to bother you, if you don’t show up.”

“Ughhh you’re so right! Oh my goodness yeah no, nope I gotta head out! Promise me you won’t sit all day and watch Bluey with Taylor!”

“Of course not…Now go!”

Liane kissed Eli’s face telling him to not let ice cream all day with his mother and was ushered out the door by Mia, before the blonde can return back inside. Mia closed the door behind her letting out a sigh and picked up the 6 year old boy sitting him on the couch with her. He giggled as his Momma handed him a piece of an old fashioned glazed donut.

“Yummy! Technically not ice cream.” Elliot says munching on the donuts, “Mama gone, can we watch Bluey now?”

“Oh yeah! Mama thinks Bluey is a little overrated but we love it. What if we watch Phineas and Ferb too?” Mia said as she suggested the other show with a grin.

“YES! Can we do the musical one?”

“You are definitely our kid.”

Half an hour later, the two sat on the couch watching Bluey and Phineas & Ferb episode as they enjoyed some snacks. The two were singing along to the entire episode of Phineas & Ferb, chuckling and making silly comments across the series. They even decided to watch Moana.

“I love this movie!” Mia chuckled taking a bite of her apple slices.

“Just don’t sing the boy parts, Mommy!” Elliot remarked.

“I can’t make promise i can’t ke—”

That was when her phone rang. It was Mr. Jameson! As Mia picked up the phone call, the phone practically shook with her boss’s booming voice.

“Where the heck are you, Parker?! You better not be lying around! I needed those photos 4 hours ago!” Jameson yelled over the phone.

“I um…well..heh, today is my day off, sir. I’m at home right now, tomorrow I go back to work.” Mia replied gently, very startled by her boss’s booming voice that almost broke her ear drums.

“UGHHH! I thought one of my employees said you were here today! They lied! Just then those damn pictures over the web or whatever you kids do in this modern day!”

As she heard JJJ ranting and babbling about god knows what, Mia text Maria Hill and her other phones if they can watch her son for a bit. Sadly some of them were busy and others were taking the day to relax. Maria Hill was spending the day with Natasha and their grandchildren. Then she glanced at her costume laying around in the other room and smirked exchanged a cheeky grin with Elliot. He grinned brightly.

“Gee sir!” Mia said loudly over the phone that was on speaker, “I don’t really know to use the web that well. Maybe just can just swing by real quick?”

Elliot chuckled, “HA HA!”

“Whatever Parker, just get here as soon as possible!” Jameson shouted then hung up.

~~~~

So Mia strapped on her Ruby Webb suit with a backpack and extra water bottles carrying Elliot as she swung across the city. The mother-son pair chatted and waved at citizens, even swinging by the windows of buildings as they crossed a park. Mia was so focused on making sure Elliot was strapped in her arms safely as she swung across the streets, she didn’t noticed Sandman until her son pointed out.

“Momma is that the Sandy guy?” He pointed out in awe with a little smile.

“Sandman?!” She exclaimed, under the domino mask and a hoodie of her suit.

“Can we play with him please?”

“I don’t know, baby..”

“Pleaseeee!”

“…uhhh okay, fine, maybe just real quick.”

Mia climbed down and landed in the park carrying Eliot. To her surprise Sandman was messing around with strangers, playing with kids and causing a huge mess per se. But he seemed harmless today, cause the kids and teenagers surrounding him weren’t upset despite the area being a little silly looking.

“Hey Sandy! Can you watch this little guy for me? It will be just a second, I’m gonna an errand right now!” Mia said cheerfully holding up her son who smiled brightly waving at William, “Thanks!”

“Uhm sure, Webby.” He said a little surprised at the unexpected moment with a half smile.

“Hehe thank you! He likes big slides.”

Elliot grinned, “Do a monster truck!”

He took Sandman’s hand running off to play with the other days, seeing his friends there too. Mia chuckled staying for a few seconds watching them, almost immediately losing track of time but then Mr. Jameson called her phone. She whined and rushed off to The Daily Bugle.

~~~

She snuck into a window, changing into a blazer that was in her office and sweating her hair into a ponytail before slipping out of the bathroom. Her co-worker Charlie Olsen, waved at her handing the girl extra papers to show their boss and apologize for her coming in today. Mia smiled and told him that it’s okay, it wasn’t his fault. Jake Kwan, Liane’s assistant, must’ve accidentally mistakenly sent a text message wrong to JJJ or something.

She grabbed the folder with the photos from her backpack as she rushed into Jameson’s office.

“Um, hi! Here are the pictures you wanted, sir.” Mia said entering the office holding the folder filled with of The Avengers fighting downtown last weekend.

Jameson stood up from his seat and exclaimed in his loud booming voice, “What took you so damn long?”

“I just got in like a few minutes ago from Manhattan..”

“So? You want me to be impressed by that, Parker?”

“Um, no-no sir. I had to drop my kid off with a babysitter, so it took me a few minutes to get here. You do have kids, don’t you sir?”

“Don’t sass me Parker!”

“I…I was—sorry. Would that be all, Jameson?”

“Yes Parker, that would be all. Next time i want photos of those vigilante and newcomers heroes that keep popping up, like those X-men! Young Avengers too! And other heroes at events!”

She handed him the pictures as he looked them over. He went on a discussion about other things as he did. Mia just nodded quietly listening to him talk and walked out, taking a breath wiping her eyes at Jameson’s rude tone and booming voice. Charlie asked if she was okay and needed a moment before heading back home. Mia nodded sitting at her desk and wiping her eyes grabbing a sip of water, something she understood what Liane and her friends said about Jameson’s attitude towards people can bruise people’s feelings.

But she liked her job, as she was able to take photographs and write articles. After a few moments she picked herself up from the chair and removed her remembering that she had her son to pick up, as she rushed out the building swinging onto the buildings as Ruby Webb. She can deal with her own problems later over dinner or whatever.

~~~

Elliot was sitting in a monster truck as Sandman made a bunch of sand based items for the kids. He was definitely Liane’s son asking for a specific thing, in this case sand toy looking truck.

“Uh, like this?” Sandman looked up at sandy monster truck.

“No!” Elliot sassed him with a big smile, “Make it more like a Hot Wheels toy! With big wheels and a cool door. And flames pictures on the door.”

“Uhhh..”

That’s when Mia swung in waving, “Hey there! I hope he wasn’t too much trouble for ya!”

She climbed over to the monster truck and picked him up, telling him it’s time to go.

Her son smiled, “He made a truck!”

“I can see that, baby! But he got a little lazy on the details huh?” She added.

~~~~

The rest of the day was spend going to the store for a quick shopping trip, buying McDonald’s and playing at the park together. Then Mia swung them home, texting Liane about the grocery she bought, as they unpacked the groceries together.

A couple of hours later, Liane walked in removing her jacket and heels calling out to the house that she’s back home. She smiled seeing the two of them back on the couch once again, right where she left them earlier that morning.

“Aside from the obvious grocery store trip, did you guys get off the couch today?” Liane asked joining them on the couch, guessing there must’ve been something else they did today.

“Only to use the bathroom and wash dirty laundry we had in the hamper.” Mia responded looking up from the iPad.

Of course Elliot answered with a smile, “That’s no true, Mama! We played at the park too and a lot of other stuff. We just sat down to watch Sleeping Beauty and Tangled.”

Liane grinned at the mention of her favorite movies, “Now that’s more like it! Make room for me.”

The three of them sat down cuddling on the couch to watch Sleeping Beauty tonight. Elliot cuddled on his Mama’s lap as Liane rested her head on Mia’s shoulder. She glanced at the brunette for a second, “You okay?”

“Yeah i’m fine..” She added softly, brushing it off.

“Mia.”

“What? I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. I don’t want to call Petra or anyone to know what happened. I’ll find out later after dinner right?”

“Um..yeah. Uh huh. I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay. Oh! Work was good, we got a pretty decent deal on new equipment and the dress we started for Luna is beautiful.”

The brunette smiled at the blonde’s expression and how she explained how her day went. Usually it was the brunette who was listening to her issues and coming up with a smooth form of comfort. The blonde knew something was up but she knew she will find out eventually, so it was better that she leave it alone until later.

Life for them was never always sunshine and rainbows, was it? But they try their best to handle it.

Now just enjoy the movie.

~~~

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[dapper-nahrwhale]

IDs in alt text!

trips and face-plants and all these fall out of my pockets... no my pyro manifesto... how did that get there haha...

anyways. i have thoughts about him so here they are! somehow this little freak wormed his way into being my favorite x men character and im fine with it. hes SO silly, he is everything, a pulp fiction writer, a journalist, a typical henchman, he's willing to kill kids but draws the line at animals, he's died and come back at least 3 times, he's had his identity stolen and said identity stealer had a thing with iceman that they never brought up again when he came back to life later, his original creator said he intended him to be gay but then he left marvel before they actually did anything with that, he's even australian. And that is just the comics!

In the shows and movies, x men evolution is SO good. He doesn't appear much sadly, and gets taken out with like one hit when he does, but he's very silly goose, he's an absolute delight to watch. And his design is top tier for me. It's SO practical and I love his stupid neon orange fire hair so much. In movies, he's absolutely wonderful, he's just not higher bcuz he's not an aussie :( and that's sad, I love how tragic he is for one, and his whole ex-friends with Bobby is SO good I wish we saw these guys after days of future past but nope. But we see pyro again in Deadpool and Wolverine and he's a minor antagonist yay I literally clapped and cheered when he came up I was the only one in the theater to do so but still. Pryde of the x men, he's main henchman in that and he's pretty good, the show sadly was never greenlit and it's just a pilot but still. X men animated series he's British they massacred my boy I know in his first couple comic appearances he was it they changed it, major L, and wolverine and the x men he's only in like? 2 eps and they could replace him with matchstick that's how much he contributes, then he gets fridged so whatever. And finally, superhero squad, my og superhero show that adapted the comics better than the marvel movies. He's technically in there too I guess.

I've tried to catch all his appearances in adaptations but I might have missed a few, so if I have PLEASE let me know because I'll watch it no matter how bad it is. I'm working my way through his comic appearances, started with Marauders and working back, not an ideal way to do it I can say.

anyways here's the full picture of his redesign i did. i love his regular design a lot but i wanted to make it more Complicated and Fun so.

:3

[bisexualseraphim]

15 questions

Tagged by the lovely @butmakeitgayblog cheers love ☺️

Were you named after anyone?

Nope! My mum just liked the meaning of my birth name and had an interest in name meanings. All my new names (yes I have several) have just been because I thought they sounded cool.

Do you have kids?

HA! No. And definitely never will. I’d be the worst dad 🥴

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday lol, I started my first ever proper job and was shitting myself with anxiety. It went well though!

What sports have you played/do you play?

I was a dodgeball champion in primary school before I got chronically ill! Played a bit of football too (real football not that poundshop rugby Americans play 😒) and I do miss it a little but not much to be done about it I suppose. I had fun while it lasted!

Do you use sarcasm?

Nah I’ve been around over 2 decades and have never been sarcastic in my life

First thing you notice about people?

This sounds faggy as fuck but their smile 😅 Where I live people are so miserable that when someone has a lovely smile it’s so noticeable to me haha

Scary movies or happy endings?

Ooh cheeky question! I looove horror movies and they’ve been a huge special interest of mine since I was probably too young to be watching them 🤭 BUT I do love a happy ending IF it feels earned. So I guess it depends! But scary movies overall I think.

What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, playing instruments, video games, watching movies, just chatting with friends.

What is your eye colour?

Fuck knows genuinely, I had a friend whom after years of knowing me one day suddenly screamed OH MY GOD YOUR EYES ARE BLUE WHAT THE FUCK on a sunny day so. Call me Alycia Debnam Carey cos my eye colour changes with the weather apparently 🧿🧿

Any talents?

Ummm I mean I guess I technically class as a multi-instrumentalist but I don’t think I’m that great at any of them 😅 The one thing I know for certain I’m good at is writing but I hardly bloody do it 🥴

Where were you born?

I have dual citizenship because I was born outside the EU and that’s all I’ll say 😌

Do you have any pets?

I did have a lovely sweet kitty whom I had since I was little and she was a kitten, meaning we literally grew up together, but she sadly passed away in January and it’s hit me harder than anything else in my life 😞 I think I’m finally ready to accept another baby into my life though so we’ll see if that works out!

How tall are you?

Just under 5’7 when the weight of being a trans disabled queer man in the UK isn’t compressing my spine

Favourite subject in school?

Definitely Film Studies and Media Studies! I also loved French (still do!) and Religious Studies was the highlight of my day because my teacher was a fuckin legend. Miss that fella every day honestly

Dream job?

I want to be a published author that has a semi-decent fanbase. I don’t need to be on Neil Gaiman levels of fame, I just want more than like 20 people to read and enjoy my stories 😊

I’ll go ahead and tag @lexa-griffins @dysphoria-things @northern-punk-lad @sadiewayne @reallygroovyninja @dreamsaremywords and anyone else who’d like to do it! Just make sure you tag me 😘

[angelf1re]

Undercover Care

as a young, broke senior in high school, you take up a babysitting gig, not knowing you’d be babysitting a mafia bosses sons.

You sighed quietly, looking over the job listings on the website one more time. Most of the jobs wanted people with experience, something you didn’t have, so finding a job was…a little difficult to say the least.

You wanted something simple too, just something to get you off your feet, not some crazy over the top job that drained you more often than not. You ran a hand through your hair, jumping slightly when you got a notification about a new job being posted. You hover your mouse over the listing before clicking.

The notification took a second to load but once it did you started reading. A babysitting gig. You hummed, looking over the details. 3 kids, ages 21, 22, and 16, access to food while working, $8,000 a week, bedroom if need- $8,000 a week!? You blinked, rubbing your eyes to see if they were playing a trick on you. Nope. $8,000 a week. What kind of rich fucker was this guy? $8,000? For three kids? Scratch that, two of them weren’t even kids anymore, and they still needed to be watched?

You looked over the details one more time. “I mean…it’s not a bad option…” you mumbled to yourself, clicking on the contact number. You copied it down into your phone, dialing and calling as soon as you did. You took a deep breath, listening as your phone rang. Tragically, you couldn’t help but hope the guy wouldn’t pick up. Awful, you know. But you were a nervous wreck. You were only 19, so what if he didn’t hire you? What if he wanted someone with experience? Or someone older? What if-

you were cut off by the sound of the phone being picked up. “Hello? Who is this?” The man on the other side asked. “Um, hi. My names Y/n and I was um…looking at the babysitting position?” You winced slightly at how awkward you sounded, although it probably sounded worse over the phone. “Ah yes! I didn’t expect someone to respond so quickly!” The man said cheerfully. “My names Philza Minecraft. It’s lovely to meet you, mate.” He said. You smiled, at least he was a nice guy. “Uh yeah. Nice to meet you too.” You said, feeling a bit less awkward.

“Now, my boys can be…how do I put this…rough. They don’t really like new people, so you will have to win them over. If they don’t see you fit within a month, sadly I would have to let you go.” The man, Philza, explained. You nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you, so you just let out a hum. “First question, how well do you deal with high stress situations?” The question caught you slightly off guard. “I’d say I’m pretty good?” You said, shrugging to yourself. “And what about cooking? Can you cook well?”

You thought to yourself for a second. “Yeah I’m a pretty good cook.” You and your mom used to spend two nights a week learning a new recipe together, you even still have her old cookbook that she gave you before the divorce. “Wonderful! Now, how old are you?” He asked, making you panic slightly. “I-I’m 19, sir.” You said nervously, biting your lip. “Perfect! You’re hired.” Your jaw dropped slightly. That easy? “O-okay. When should I come in?” You asked, getting over the shock quickly. “Come in tomorrow at 9. I’ll have a schedule for you by then. I’ll text you the address.”

You smiled to yourself. “Thank you so much sir.” “Please, call me Phil, mate.” He said, his tone cheerful. “Before you go, what are your boys’ names?” You asked curiously. “Ah, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.” He told you. You smiled. “Alright. I can’t wait to meet them tomorrow.” You said happily. “Well it was nice talking to you, but I have got to go to a meeting soon.” He said, the sound of rustling on the other side of the phone. “I understand. Have a good day Phil.” You said, pulling the phone away from your ear as you hung up.

You say there for a second, processing the fact that you, a 19 year old, now had a job. A really, really good paying job. You cheered to yourself, standing up from the chair quickly. “Hell yeah! I’m employed!” You said happily, spinning around a little bit. It took you about 5 minutes to calm down, but excitement was still running through your veins. You had a job now! You smiled to yourself, going to the kitchen to make food before you started getting ready for bed. You made something simple, just some chicken tenders and sweet ‘n sour sauce. You sat down on the couch, placing your plate on your lap and you grabbed the remote, flipping to a random cartoon channel. You ate in peace, going through all the possible outfits you could wear tomorrow.

You say there for a bit, almost just snacking on your now somewhat cold food. Once you finished, you turned the tv off, going to the kitchen to wash your plate before going to bed. You hummed to yourself as you cleaned, still going through all your possible outfits you wanted to look professional but also not too professional, you were only 19 after all. You set the plate on the drying rack and dried your hands, jogging slightly as you went to your room. You quickly changed before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, looking yourself over in the mirror. After getting fully ready you finally got in bed, the buzz under your skin finally going away. You fell asleep peacefully, excited for tomorrow.

(This is going to be a series! I’ve had the idea in my mind for a while so I thought it would be nice to write it out!)

[vmures]

15 questions 15 less than 15 mutuals

The lovely @dear-massacre tagged me in this one.

1. Are you named after anyone? No, but my great-grandmother thought I was named for her and her sister (and I could have been if my mom didn't think of them as Nanny and Sissy respectively and forgot their given names) 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried? Earlier today reading a Steve Harrington whump fic.

3. Do you have kids? Nope!! Just niblings that I adore.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I prefer the whole solo exercise thing for the most part. Used to dance, loved roller skating when I was younger and my knees were better, briefly studied martial arts (and enjoyed it, just didn't keep up with it sadly).

5. Do you use sarcasm? Does the sun rise in the east?

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone? Not sure, demeanor? Is their body language closed off or open?

7. What’s your eye color? Hazel - generally olive green in shade, but it varies and can go from lighter yellow-green to darker olive. At some point in his lie my dad's shifted from the same green range to steel grey so I've been curious to see if that happens to me. So far it has not.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends on the day and my mood.

9. Any talents? Writing, okay at singing, and did some theater

10. Where were you born? Washinton State

11. What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, drawing, futzing around with canva on digital art, listening to music, watching movies/tv/random youtube videos, video games (mostly casual ones these days)

12. Do you have any pets? My housemates have three cats and a dog.

13. How tall are you? 5'2"

14. Favorite subject in school? Three-way tie between Literature, art, and dance (which I got to do at one high school and college)

15. Dream job? At one point it was to be an actor, but these days it would be to run a bookshop/cafe ala Black Books where I basically just have little to no customers (it's a dream, it doesn't have to be realistic).

Super low pressure tags!! (I always struggle with thinking of people to tag, so if I missed you and you want to play, consider yourself tagged) @mirrorthoughts, @shey-elizabeth, @lucky-bishop, @asarcasticwitch

[janeykath318]

Steve Rogers x Reader

Fall words: Pumpkin patch, leaves

grump/sunshine

Fall words: pumpkin patch, leaves

Steve was having a major artist’s block. You could tell because he’d been spending a lot of time in his studio/man cave and emerging with no specks of paint on him and also was extremely grumpy. The sound of a loudly declared swear word had You running to check on him in the middle of another attempted session. He was glaring at the floor where all his brushes had spilled from their jar and were lying helter skelter.

Noting his very grumpy, but still adorable pouty face, you sighed and ventured over to him. Climbing on his lap, you took his frustrated face in you hands.

“Steve, baby, I really think you should take a break for a bit.”

You kissed his forehead and he sighed.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “I’m just so annoyed with myself. I can’t seem to create anything worthwhile right now. It’s never been this bad for so long.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” you told him. “But why don’t you take today off and come with me to the pumpkin patch? I’ve got to get some fall decor pumpkins and check out their little market. Pretty, pretty, please.”

You gave him your most winning pleading face and Steve melted, the lines on his forehead clearing away as he couldn’t help but smile at you.

“How could I possibly say no to you, sweetheart?” he murmured. “That sounds very nice. I’m just spinning myself in circles today.”

You leaned in to give him a long slow kiss, which had him peeking up already.

“That’s a good start, Sunshine,” he declared afterwards. “I’m feeling less crabby already.”

The pumpkin patch was the definition of fall in full swing and you got right down to business selecting the perfect pumpkins to carve for your front steps. Steve, with his artist’s eye, picked out an eye-pleasing assortment of colorful gourds and mini pumpkins.

“Betcha never had time to do this when you were busy saving the world,” you teased him, as he critically examined a stunning white pumpkin.

“Nope,” Steve grinned. “Another benefit of retirement. What do you think of my choices, Y/N?”

“Very nice,” you approved. “I think we should reward ourselves with pumpkin ice cream.”

“That’s a thing?” he asked in amazement.

“Oh, sweetie. You’ve been so deprived,” you said sadly, shaking your head. “Prepare to have your mind blown.”

Having had the ice cream, which Steve proclaimed to be a delicious revelation, your attention was captured by a giant pile of leaves, just begging to be jumped in. Sure enough, there were a couple of kids giggling and throwing leaves at each other.

“Be Right Back!” you called. “Leaf time!”

You found a satisfactory floofy pile and flopped into it, laying on your back and spreading more leaves over top of you.

Steve walked up as you were flinging leaves in the air and watching them float back down in pure bliss. He smiled at you and snapped a few photos. Inspiration began to stir again.

[burnwater13]

Art by Christian Alzmann from The Art of Star Wars, The Mandalorian Season 2

Uff. Grogu had finally managed to eat too much. Wow. He hadn’t really thought that was possible. But Taanti apparently liked watching him eat. So as long as Grogu was willing to eat the hot wings, Taanti kept making them. Since his dad and the Marshal had other stuff to talk about, Din Djarin hadn’t noticed right away when Grogu started burping. 

But now, Grogu couldn’t stop burping and his dad had no idea what to do about it. They had tried a lot of things already. Soda water… no luck. Bantha milk… nope. Standing on his head… are you kidding me? Who even came up with that one?

Grogu had climbed into the saddle bag on the Mandalorian’s speeder bike just to avoid the next ‘cure’, a sand bath. Again, who even came up with that one? How was being rolled around in sand going to help? It made no sense. Plus, he had already kind of tried it. He just burped more and it didn’t feel any better. 

No, Grogu knew he should just sit by himself and burp as quietly as he could in the cool night air of Tatooine and think about why he hadn’t been able to stop himself from eating all those chicken pieces. He knew it wasn’t the hot sauce. His dad might be a Mandalorian, but Grogu knew that he wasn’t. 

When he thought back to that first plate that Taanti brought out to him and he’d been so worried that it was a plate of scurrier legs and he’d thought the little critters were pretty cute and a lot like him, it almost made him laugh. So much worrying about something that hadn’t happened and no worrying at all about what he did next. Grogu wondered if all people were like that. If the thing that happened wasn’t the thing you feared, did that really make is something you shouldn’t fear?

He burped. Ouch. His stomach hurt. But then his throat hurt too and his mouth. Sometimes the flavors came back and that was very much a mix of good and bad. He liked the flavor of the chicken a lot. But the flavor of a hot sauce burp? Nope. That was pretty awful.

He’d asked his dad if that had ever happened to him, but Din shook his head no. He pointed to his helmet and Grogu nodded and burped again. Wearing a helmet like the Mandalorians would have slowed him down. Especially if he only tipped it up a little the way Din Djarin when the Marshal was sitting with them. It would have taken the Mandalorian a lot longer to eat that many chicken wings and he’d probably have stopped when he dripped the first drip of hot sauce or white sauce on his armor. 

“Hey, bud. Are you really goin’ be alright out here? Granted, those burps of yours are harsh enough to keep that Krayt dragon at bay, but that ain’t part of our plan to deal with that monster.” Cobb Vanth had come out to check on his.  

Grogu sighed and nodded his head and burped again. 

“Phew. Ya know what? I’m gonna find Jo and see if she knows of anything that might help. She’s very resourceful.” 

Grogu nodded sadly at the Marshal and watched him stride off down the sidewalk. He hoped the Marshal was right. He wasn’t looking forward to staying up all night burping. That meant he’d probably miss out on all the action the following day when they went after the Krayt dragon. 

Grogu fell into an uneasy sleep of sorts. At least he wasn’t burping.  He heard a voice call to him and looked over and saw Master Yoda sitting on a barrel, shaking his head.

“Too fast eating, too slow digesting.” 

The Jedi Master had a point. He’d thrown his system off with his greed. It was very dark side of the Force behavior. He was sorry about that.

He was about to apologize to Master Yoda and promise that it would never happen again when he heard the sounds of the Marshal and Jo talking. 

“How many of those things did he eat?”

“All he could handle, which was pretty much all Taanti could make.”

“Wow. Okay. Hey buddy, are you awake?” Jo’s soft voice made Grogu smile. 

He opened his eyes and burped. 

“Wow. Uff. No more hot sauce for him. I have a special kind of popsicle for you. My granny used to make them for me when I was little. I had the same problem. It will make you feel better. I promise.”

Then Jo handed Grogu the popsicle. Ugh. Food. Did he really want any more food? He took a tiny, tiny, bite and and swallowed, and then waited. 

Hmmm. Nothing bad happened. He took another bite, a tiny bit bigger. It was nice and cool. Grogu waited. Nope. No burp. Yippee! He took another bite and another bite. Slowly. Waiting between each bite.

“There. That’ll do it, Marshal.”

“Can’t thank you ‘nuff, Jo. Lil’ guys important to Mando and Mando may be the only person who can help us really take out that Krayt. Any how, what’s in that pop?”

“Water, a little sugar, and gyngr root. That’s what helps most.”

“A vegetable? Well, I’ll be. The kid hates veggies according to Mando. Never thought to put one in a pop or treat.”

“That’s why grannies solve these problems, Marshal. They know how to trick everyone.” Jo laughed and the Marshal joined her.

Grogu was concentrating on not eating it too fast and didn’t really hear what they were saying at all. 

“Hey, buddy. How ya’ doin’?” His dad was looking at him and his voice sounded concerned. 

Grogu opened his mouth and they all readied themselves for a big burp, but instead Grogu said, “Patu!” 

The three humans began to laugh and Grogu just smiled as he slowly, slowly, slowly finished the cold pop. It was delicious. He really hoped that Jo had more. They would be prefect with his next plate of chicken wings.

[whatologys]

Can i request a movie lloyd x reader Who was lloyds bully (like enemys to lovers)(if you dont write movie lloyd you can do from series). Thank you in advance

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: curse words

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: lloyd garmadon x gn!reader

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1,0 k

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡: yes/no

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff :))))

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘: none :p

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: IM BACK, WHOA DIDNT THINK IT WOULD HAPPEN DID YOU

this will take place when they're in high school

also, i have never written an enemies to lovers since i dont really read lots of those but i did my best <3

and lastly, i have not seen the movie (cuz of the voice actors lol) so it'll probably be all over the place

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: reader used to bully lloyd but due too reasons, they become friends

You weren't a bully, well, you wouldn't call yourself that. Others might disagree with you though. You only ever called people mean names, and when those people happend to be the son of a very famous villain it was just to easy.

Whenever somebody would say something about it, you'd never blame yourself. "Well, I didn't start it." or "My friends were doing it, otherwise I'd be so lame.". Nope, it was never your fault. The only reason you were thinking about it now, was because your parent had said it wasn't a good idea and would just be cruel to continue.

Before continuing your pathetic attempt at trying to justify your actions, you slammed your locker shut and looked over at a few of your friends. They were picking on a certain boy with blonde hair, you felt bad for him, you really did, but it was just easy to make a sad kid a little more sad.

Hearing the bell ring, you decided against throwing lots of mean words at the boy. So when walking past, you gracefully ignored your friends' calls to yell at the boy.

Looking at your watch, you realised it was already 5 pm, and normally you'd be sitting on your bed right now, watching your favourite show instead of doing homework. But no, you were sitting in the hospital waiting room because your parents got into a car accident.

This wasn't going to be one of those stories where the orphan changes their lives for the better, because your parents were going to be fine. Hey, you were delighted that your parents weren't dying, but your life wasn't one of those weird movies. Your life was going to be just the same as it was before.

Or that's what you thought right up until you entered your school building. Shaking the rain of your umbrella just out the door, you realised some kids were staring at you while trying not to get noticed, others just blatently pointed at you and talked about what had happend. It could be expected, teenagers have never been really nice, but what you hadn't thought about were your 'friends' who would definently like a new target.

It was safe to say you weren't sitting with them at lunch and there was no way you were sitting in the cafeteria, all the cliches had already formed. Usually you'd just sit outside, but sadly it had been raining all day and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon.

Deciding to sit in the hallway, you picked up your tray and went your merry way. Finally plopping down on a clean looking spot on the floor, you noticed you weren't the only one sitting out here. "Hi." the boy with his signature green hoodie said. You smiled and nodded as a way of saying hello and started eating.

"I'm sorry about what happend, I heard your parents are still in the hospital." you smiled at his words and said "It's alright, they'll be fine, everyone is just overreacting.". He laughed "Yea, people here tend to do that.".

Thinking about what you had said to him in the past months you decided to apologise. "That was really shit of me and I'm sorry, you actually look nice.". "Oh you think I look nice?". You cringed at your own wording and clarified you thought he looked like a nice person. He accepted your apologies and talked with you. Before you knew it, the bell rang and you both went your way again.

From that day on you sat with Lloyd quite often, every lunch period really. You both helped each other with homework and talked about how everything was going. Lloyd talked about his family a lot, about how he lives with his uncle and his siblings. You'd always say that you thought he had a lot of brothers and he'd always chuckle and agree.

You did notice they were very close and knew that they told each other everything. Which is why you were a little stressed when he asked you to come over to study for math, because lunch is not enough of time to eat and explain half your math course. You agreed of course, you weren't to shabby at math so you could help him.

To your surprise, Lloyds siblings didn't make a fuss about you being his former bully, but even if they did you would have understood. You found something to bond over with all of them, which brought Lloyd a lot of joy.

Standing outside Lloyds house, you were still trying to comprehend what he had said. "I know it sounds crazy, but please believe me." yea, he was right, this was crazy, your best friend was the green ninja. "That's pretty awesome." you said, after what sounded an eternity. He sighed happily and asked you what you had to say.

You had said, just moments before you had something to tell Lloyd, to what he said that he also wanted to say something. But now, your news seemed not so important, so that is what you told the blonde boy. Still outside, now in the pouring rain, you decided to think of a way to say this in the easiest way possible. You coudn't come up with something on the spot so you just blurted it out. "I have a crush on you and I'd like to go on a date or something sometime.". You squinted a little as you looked at Lloyd, trying to decipher his reactions.

He mumbled something, and seeing you didn't understand him said a little louder "Can I kiss you?". You obviously nodded and moved your hands to his face. This is a moment that you'd fantasized about lots of nights before going to sleep, and it was happening. Your lips finally touched his and you hadn't felt so at ease with a person before.

[pleasereadmeok]

A Goode Year 2022

I’m doing this a bit early coz I won’t be around much over the holidays.  Every year I sit down to write these thinking - hmm - we didn’t see enough of Matthew Goode this year.  [NEVER enough]  But then each year I’m surprised by how busy he is. 

January was all about season 3 of A Discovery of Witches. 

[📷 Sky]

Sadly it was a shorter season due to Covid but we got to see Matthew Goode back in the suit and cashmere for Prof Clairmont once more.  And he held babies.  😁

Stop animation ‘The House’ was released on Netflix - 

[📷 Nexus]

...  and we all watched and wondered what the hell it was all about.  Matthew played this guy called Raymond - 

Coz you just look at Raymond’s felty face and your first thought is ‘Matthew Goode’? Nope.  Anyway this got quite a following from the stop animation fans and won some noms and awards so all goode. 

Also in January we got our very first glimpse of Matthew Goode in ‘The Offer’ when this little teaser dropped - 

[📷 Paramount +]

There he is - BOB!  

More promos appeared later in January including this gem - 

[📷 Miller Mobley]

February gave us more of Matthew Clairmont in his sharp jackets and cuddlesome cashmere. 🤤

We also got the amazing trailer for ‘The Offer’ and all of our hopes were fulfilled when we got our first look at Matthew’s awesome portrayal of Robert Evans. 

The best thing was that other people noticed it too and at last Matthew got some love for his acting skills from the critics.  

In other news - The Wine Show moved to it’s new home on AcornTV AND Matthew surprised us by attending the London Premiere of ‘The Duke’. 

He was obviously excited to be there and we loved seeing him in the flesh again. 

‘The Duke’ was just what Brits returning to the cinema needed - an old fashioned Brit comedy drama.  Matthew shone as ‘star’ barrister Jeremy Hutchinson and he was so convincing that he’d definitely be the one I’d call if I needed representing in court - 

 In March we said a final farewell to ‘A Discovery of Witches’ 😢 but not before we got to see some adorable Matthew outtakes - 

Meanwhile Matthew was clearing out his wardrobe and putting a lot of goodies into the ‘Auction for Ukraine’.  It wasn’t until later that we found out that the idea and most of the organising had been started by Matthew and that he roped in some high profile friends to help. 👏 

April was wall to wall ‘The Offer’ promotion.  We haven’t seen Matthew do so much promotion for a project since 2014 so this was heaven for Goode fans -

 So many funny and engaging interviews to enjoy but I swear if I hear him say ‘timbre’, ‘cadence’, ‘YouTube’ and ‘wormholes’ ever again I might have to scream.  

Better still - Matthew attended the LA premiere for ‘The Offer’ so we got another red carpet interview and even more new pics of him - 

[📷my edit from Extra TV youtube]

When ‘The Offer’ premiered on the 28th April - OMG Matthew was incredible as Robert Evans.  A stunning performance in every way. 

The Bob show continued through May and we got more goode interviews and articles to enjoy.  Just going to highlight this one in the LA Times - https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/tv/story/2022-05-05/the-offer-paramount-cast-matthew-goode-robert-evans   coz of the gorgeous pictures by Dania Maxwell

[📷 Dania Maxwell/LA Times] 

Matthew and Sophie were also invited to the London premiere of ‘Top Gun’ - presumably by Miles Teller?  Anyway - he gave us a little wave on red carpet TV - 

[📷 screenshots from Red Carpet TV and Tristan Fewings]

At last we saw Matthew do another chat show!  In June he was a guest on NBC's ‘Late Night with Seth Meyers’ and joked about getting into American Football and trying to get X [R] rated movies from his local store as a kid ....  

Matthew attended the New York Premiere of ‘The Offer’ the next day - 

[📷Michael Loccisano/Getty Images]

Paramount + launched in the UK later in June and Matthew introduced ‘The Offer’ to the audience - 

[📷 Mike Marsland/Dave J Hogan] 

Matthew’s amazing work on the Auction for Ukraine was finally revealed in a fun guest appearance on The Chris Evans Radio Show.  We also got the first hint about his next project - with an acting hero 🤔  

[📷 Virgin Radio]   

One of the top auction lots was a lunch hosted by Matthew and friends at Hide restaurant - 

[📷 Hide Restaurant]

Before Matthew headed off for his summer holidays in July he found time to guest on ‘This Morning’ with Alison and Dermot.  

He talked about how he nearly missed out on getting the part of Robert Evans due to visa issues 😱 and he confirmed that acting hero he would be working with was indeed Anthony Hopkins!

Matthew headed off to Greece for a family holiday but found time to take a selfie with some fans - 

[📷 Paul and Kerry Hulme - cropped for privacy] 

July also brought us the official trailer for ‘Medieval’ and we got to see Matthew swaggering about in lavish cloaks and that glorious ginger hair - 

Matthew turned up with Hugh Bonneville at a Coldplay gig at Wembley arena in August - 

Medieval was released in September so we saw more of Matthew’s spectacular costumes and THAT hair - 

What happened in October?  Not a lot but in November we did get confirmation that Matthew would be working with Anthony Hopkins on the movie ‘Freud’s Last Session’.  

The movie will be based on the play by Mark St. Germain and Matthew will play C.S. Lewis.  

So I think that brings us up to date.  It’s been a Goode year for showcasing Matthew’s superb acting skills with his perfectly crafted role as Robert Evans in ‘The Offer’ and watching him actually enjoy promoting a show has been a highlight for me.   But if I have to choose the best part of the Goode year - Matthew’s work in getting together the Auction for Ukraine needs a special mention - coz he sure won’t mention it.  He obviously worked really hard on calling in favours and getting things moving and as a result the Auction raised £838,900!  So well done Matthew and all of your friends who helped! 👏

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #15:

Before and After

How's your dad doing?  Mine's hanging in there; thanks for asking!  At nearly 83 he walks the dog incessantly, mumbles through his task list, sleeps like a baby in front of Fox News and enjoys taking you down to his garage where he'll point out beloved paraphernalia with declarative statements like, "Whoa!"

Same goes for your (and my) imaginary dad, Neil Young.  At 78, Neil already checks just about all my dad's sweet and curmudgeonly boxes (though I suspect he sleeps through MSNBC instead).  Let's spend this Shakey Sunday on last fall's Before and After, a tossed off token from his summer solo shows.

I saw Young twice on the tour, once in San Diego and once, much more impressively, at the tiny, tucked-out-of-sight, John Ford Theater in LA via tickets my famous brother scored for us via his big deal insider status (or maybe he just went online and bought them; I don't remember jack schmoe about how that part of it all went down).

But I do remember some great beers in the parking lot and just about everything else about that night in LA, most of which, sadly, isn't captured on the Before and After. The record removes every second of crowd noise and ties all the songs into one fictionally seamless take, as if Young finished the whole show in under 35 minutes and no one reacted.

The reality was a little different! Indeed, Young spent much of the show wandering about his cluttered stage with an invisible and forever hot mic, mumbling "whoa" like my dad and pointing at his dizzying number of pianos and guitars. 

Young also peppered his set with shaggy dog stories about the origins of those various instruments: "Stills gave me this one: Whoa," he said, more to himself than to us, as he picked up a six string. Then he just stared at it for awhile, thinking deep, Stills-centered, thoughts. Stephen himself was surely tucked up in his devilish manse, watching Ally McBeal reruns and sucking on a lemon.

Young eventually remembered we were there. "Intense," he resumed, still fixated on the guitar. "Really something. They don't make 'em like this one anymore.  Nope." 

At one point Neil turned his back on us and operated a toy train around his stage.  16 of Neil's hipster minions surely supervised the train's safe transport throughout the tour, a job which required way more care and intelligence than their previous gig, playing alongside Young in a band called Promise of the Real.

Young offered no explanation for the train, nor did he connect it to any song on the set. He was just showing off stuff from his garage.

But fear not, those of you who are eagerly anticipating his upcoming Crazy Horse tour: hanging out with Neil is still a blast.  Even if our dads were some of the world's greatest living performers, I doubt any of them could still get on stage alone at their age and roll out a note perfect rendition of their best known song (Heart of Gold), let alone resurrect a 40 year old track that David Geffen famously rejected and, prior to Before and After, had never been released (If You've Go Love). 

During a set he described as "hidden by the hits", Young was alternatively soulful and tender on tracks like When I Hold you in My Arms and My Heart, rowdy and fuming on 90's rarities Prime of Life and Song X and just plain awesome as he brought back Ohio and the Springfield's Burned.  

Just like with my dad (and, my kids would say, me) it was occasionally tough to tell if Neil was joking.  Several times he took a pause while receiving yet another pre-tuned instrument, each time from an entirely new hipster, to tell us all that his job was "hard". Listen, when I'm his age I'll have to hire my own team of hipsters to tie my shoes, but he's Neil Freakin' Young: he should do amazing feats with ease.

So, was he being ironic with his "hard work" shtick? Beats me.  And when he slapped out a wheezing and frantic version of Mr Soul on his gothic cathedral of a pump organ it was impossible to tell if he was making fun of the song or channeling its depths. Probably he was doing both; that's Neil Young.

Perhaps most impressively, Neil closed out the concert by successfully leading a sing along that did not suck.  50+ years ago Neil simply could not lead audiences in collaborative performances of Sugar Mountain.  No matter how much stoned instruction he offered, he simply could not get everyone to hold the beat.

But there he was last summer, teaching the audience to accompany his vocals on Love Earth, a downright corny song from his barely-there last Crazy Horse record. The song sounds like Neil spent some quality covid time with the dead body dance scene from Clue.  You all know the song and scene I'm talking about, but it's been excised off of the net, except in the look, I filmed my own tv, version below; maybe Neil uploaded this himself while writing Love Earth; the song is so slight that he must have been doing something else at the time.

The song is regrettable as an album track, and Young left it off Before and After. But, somehow, the live result was actually pretty magical.  Everyone was on their feet and into it, especially once Neil told us - without losing the beat - that we all sucked for not singing loud enough.

Here is doing his "what's your favorite planet?" thing at my San Diego show:

Sadly, Before and After fails to convey most of this magic. The songs are there, sure, but the rich novelty of the set is now old news, and the swaying on stage, soulful and bemused cranky grandpa act that happened live before my very eyes won't come through to those not lucky enough to have been there.

My dad can still do some pretty incredible stuff at his age.  Like Neil, he still goes out on the road.  Rather than lighting up the West Coast and reminding us of his largely undiminished greatness, my dad heads down to Belize a few times a year to volunteer in a poor community.  He's been at it for more than 25 years now, and he sure as hell doesn't lead any successful sing-a-longs down there.  But he keeps the beat steady all the same, and the community he serves always eagerly welcomes him. 

One hopes that, unlike Old King, my dad, and yours, and Neil all still have a long way to go.