#okay bye <3 time for my bedtime

[alltimefail-sims]

Last close-up of Lilith for a minute I swear lmao but I wanted to show off the OG hair (left) and the accessory bangs that @yooniesim (ilysm and thank you) made from it like... you guys!!!! I know I can't be the only one who hates using the same hair in every category but absolutely needs their hairs to match! (A ponytail is cute but you're not going to wear your hair up for every occasion and look, you know? It's about the realism!)

It may seem like a small thing but I usually have to stay away from hair with bangs altogether unless a CC creator specifically makes a collection of hairs all meant to match (something like this for example). Accessory bangs are a slept on necessity, imo.

ANYWAY, the Lilith lookbook is finished and in the queue for tomorrow morning!!! 10 looks all together and I'm really happy with it. <3 Probably my favorite in a long time!

[mariclerc]

An unexpected role (pt. 2) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well.

Warning: none, a lot of fluff and a bunch of dad!Charles.

a/n: part two of “an unexpected role” this is a little bit long, I hope you like it! Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

“Mama, Chas... 'rrived!” said an excited Lily jumping up and down.

It had been a couple of months since you and Charles started dating, and he was like a breath of fresh air to your life, Lily adored him, he was her companion for adventures and bedtime stories. It was what your life was missing, although you both weren't officially a couple yet, you felt like one because you spent more time together in your apartment than anything else.

“Hi there my little flower! Are you ready for our afternoon together?” He said as he bent down to hug her, Lily nodded. “Hello you gorgeous!”

“Hi Charlie boo-boo!” you said as you approached him with a smile to give him a hug and a little kiss on the lips, act that made him blush a little. “Are you sure you don't mind going out alone with Lily? I could accompany you both.” you asked him and he denied.

“No my darling, stay here, consider it your day off... Besides, I'm sure Lily and I will have a great time, right princess?” he said and asked Lily, to which she nodded excitedly.

“Alright honey. Have a great time guys!” you said while smiling at them. “Bye Lily, have fun with Charlie!” you said as you waved your hand at your little girl.

Lily ran over to you to hug you and give you kisses on the face. “Bye mama! Love....you!” she said very effusively.

Charles smiled at you again as he waved his hand and took Lily's hand to leave the apartment without first closing the door. It had been a long time since you had an afternoon to yourself or a moment of relaxation, but you didn't complain, being a mother is a laborious task and you liked being the best version of yourself for Lily.

So you took advantage of having a moment of relaxation, you decided to go to the beauty salon, since you had a long time without going and get your haircut and nails done.

***

Meanwhile, Charles and Lily had arrived at the children's playroom that was in the shopping center, it was a quite colorful place with trampolines, tables to play and draw, and other fun things for kids to enjoy. Lily held Charles's finger tightly, as if she didn't want to be separated from him.

“What's happening my little peach? Don't you want to go play there?” he asked Lily with a soft voice, she denied. “It’s okay princess, we can do anything else you want!”

With that being said, he picked up Lily in his arms and started walking through the shopping center.

“Princess!” Lily said happily, Charles turned his head and saw a very flashy and cute princess store.

“Do you want to go in there princess?” He asked her with a little smile and she stretched her little hands towards the store. “I'll take that as a yes then. C'mon darling! Let's make some memories.”

Upon entering the store there were many girls dressed as little Disney princesses, some were playing and some of them left the store with some princess memorabilia, Lily started to move in Charles's arms so he placed her on the floor and took her little hand. One of the workers approached them.

“Oh, hello there! How can I help you?” said the worker who was wearing a tiara on her head, Lily began to point to the tiara on the girl's head.

“'tumes! Chas, princesses!” Lily said very happy smiling, Charles caressed her little head.

“Hello! Ehm... She wants to try one of the princess costumes, isn't that right princess?” He said and at the same time asked Lily, who just smiled, implying that she agreed with him.

“Then perfect! Follow me!” The worker said and began to guide them through the store, there were many things about princesses, costumes, toys, t-shirts with prints of the different princesses, it seemed like Lily's eyes were going to pop out, she giggled when she saw everything that was there.

They toured the princess store with the worker, who showed them absolutely everything until they reached a part where there were costumes for all the princesses. Lily was very happy and excited about this cute adventure with Charlie.

“We get to the part where the magic happens!” The girl said and Lily clapped her hands while giggling. “Well, little one, what would you like to dress up as?”

“'Ella! 'Ella!” Lily said as she jumped up and pointed at Cinderella's costume.

Saying that, the girl looked for a Cinderella costume for Lily, with her tiara and accessories, she took her to a fitting room where she placed the costume on her.

“Lilytunes, are you ready? I want to see you cutie.” Charles said as he looked towards the dressing room where Lily had entered.

Following that, Lily came out in a cute little Cinderella costume, she looked like an adorable little princess, Charles smiled when he saw her, she was the exact replica of her mama, so pretty and absolutely cute.

“I am a princess Chas! Princess!” Lily said, jumping around and smiling at Charles.

“But of course you are, my girl. A very pretty little princess!” He said as he took her little hand and made her spin around. “Let me take a picture of you to show mama later, okay?”

After that they continued seeing various things in the store, like stuffed animals of the princesses and their pets, and there were even little outfits for stuffed animals of which Lily wanted to take one for Mimi, the name of the stuffed bunny that Charles had given her when they met.

“Did you enjoy your afternoon little butterfly? Did you like going out with me today?” He asked as he gave her some of his strawberry milkshake.

She nodded while smiling at him. “Yes! Thank you dada!” She said giving him a hug, he hugged her back but he practically froze.

She had called him dad... She had called him that, he had imagined the distant possibility that she could call him that, but he never thought that she would say it so naturally, she was a very intelligent little girl for only being two years old, almost three in fact. He felt happy when he heard those little magic words.

***

“We're here!” He said as he entered the apartment holding hands with Lily and holding the bags with the little things he bought for her, as well as a bouquet of flowers and a pretty necklace he bought for you. “Oh god, love, stop looking so beautiful, you'll give me a heart attack with how pretty you look every time!” He said when he saw you, you looked pretty with your haircut and your new nails.

You just smiled and approached them. “But it is my favorite duo! How are you honey?” You asked as you gave him a small kiss on the lips. “And how is my little princess? Did you have fun with Charlie?” You asked Lily as you picked her up to fill her with kisses everywhere.

She nodded. “Yes mama! Dada took me to the world of princesses and... I have a 'ella costume!” she said while giggling.

Your eyes watered a little, you smiled when you heard her, you looked at Charles and he smiled while blushing a little, you know how much he loves and adores Lily, both of you actually.

“That's awesome sweetie!” You said as you gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I'm glad you had fun with Charlie!”

***

As bedtime approached, you went to tell Lily her bedtime story, just like you do every day, you and Charles sat near her bed, you smiled when you saw her hugging Mimi, who was now wearing a little Cinderella dress, just like Lily's.

“Alright little lady, it's time to sleep and dream!” You said with a smile as you placed kisses on her face and she giggled, it was your routine before bed.

“Good night my sweetheart! I loved hanging out with you today!” He said while also giving her little kisses on her face.

“Good night mama, good night dada! Luv youu!” She said goodbye to you while lengthening the last u.

As you walk back to the master bedroom, Charles can't help but feel happy and excited why Lily called him "dad", in her own way, but she did. He wanted to cry with happiness, maybe it wasn't there from the beginning, but it had arrived at the right time in your lives.

“So... Dada? You got promoted today!” You smiled.

“I think so... I can't ask for more, I didn't think Lily would call me that, it doesn't bother me at all that she does it, I feel like I've won a championship, as silly as it sounds.” He said as his eyes watered and he smiled.

“Hey, well, to me you're actually her dad. It's just... You take her for a walk, you buy her things, the night she got sick you were awake with her trying to calm her down, believe me, not everyone does that Charles.” You said and then kissed him on the lips, it was a slow kiss in which you overflowed all your emotions towards him. “You are even more of a dad than some out there, and you don't know how happy I am that you are the one made for us.”

At the end of the day, what started out as something so unexpected and kind of casual, became the most significant thing in your lives, which were now filled with a lot of color, laughter and a lot, a lot of love between the three of you, that even if there are no blood ties, love is enough to have a sincere and unique connection.

[icarusredwings]

It's Bed Time, Kiddo. Part 1/3

Writing this was kind of hard because imagining being tucked in by THE Wolverine is the safest feeling, and It makes me tired.

No tws!

Standing at the door with all of her things, Vanessa had a bitter sweet smile on her face as she saw how melted Wade was into his shoulder, clinging to him like wax that was still moveable but so warm and content where it was.

"Thanks again for coming on such short notice. And for the food.. how uhm.. How much do I owe you?" He says to her, very gently moving him to the other shoulder in order to grab his wallet.

She shook her head. "Nothin' just... take care of him. He deserves it."

"He does, doesn't he?" He muttered, running a hand over his back as he whined.

"Yeah.. Hey, uhm.. Logan?" She asks, tilting her head and took a breath after moving her weight to the other foot. He could already tell that she was nervous and now he was too. It's not that she wasn't nice and all. It's just.. He's tried being in the middle of stuff before. It never works out for him.. and he didn't want to ruin what they already had going on.

"Look, Vanessa I-"

"I want you to keep this.."

He blinks as she hands him the faded Spiderman sippy cup. Looking at it for a moment, he tried to process what this meant.

"But... this is yours?"

She nods. "I know. I want you to have it."

"...Why?"

Ness rolls her eyes with a sigh. Were all men this stupid?

"Because. He likes it. Just keep it okay? Besides, I'm going to buy some bluey one's soon so.. you know.."

He didn't connect it just yet but was starting to get there. "But.. This is his first cup.."

She nods again. "I know."

Just before Logan could understand, Wade whined something about his "Mommy cuppie" being his favorite.

"Yeah? I know honey. But now it's Kitty's cup. Okay? I uhm... I have work tomarrow. So.."

"Yeah..." He said this as if just now realizing that the transfer of his cup was more than just a cup. He didn't quite understand what exactly but knew that there was something definitely more than her deciding to gift him the old cup.

"Anyway.... Time to get this one to bed. See ya around, Vanessa?"

He asks, giving her a stern look as if threatening to break her skull in half if she was trying to leave him. The both of them. He wasn't ready to take sole responsibility for him, nor knew how to explain to him that Vanessa... left.

In the not so physical kind of way.

She let out a scoff of a chuckle. "Yeah. Just give me a call whenever. Okay? Bye bye baby." She says to Wade, kissing his limp hand.

As if hearing "Bye bye" woke him up, Wade sat up, gruggily and tired. "Noo... no no no noo nooo." He whined, his arms lazily reaching out for her to take him instead. She couldn't leave if he slept on top of her, right? That was his logic, anyway.

Snorting, Logan smiled, closing the door, rubbing his back, and kissing his head. "Oh yeess, yes yes yes yes yeess." He coes, having adored when Wade was like this. Sleepily babbling for Mommy and that he 'wasn't tired' despite both of his eyes struggling to stay open and his chin was leaning on his shoulder, starting to drool.

"Shhh. It's bedtime."

"Nnnoo... mommy.." He groaned, softly kicking his legs as if trying to squirm out of his grip.

"Mommy's going to bed, and you are too. You've had a rough day. Sleep all ya want, Kid."

"MmmMMmfh!!"

"Oh yeah?"

This was Wade's 'If my feet were touching the ground right now, I'd SO stomp my feet' grunt.

"Cranky little thing, ain't you?"

Taking him into the bedroom, he collected his stuffies, laying him down, and began to tuck them in with him the way he liked.

" 'm not liddle.." He mumbled.

"Oh, my mistake. What are you then? A big tough guy?" By now, He was just teasing him. It wasn't often he was so tired that he could treat him this way. It's taken him a bit to get used to the baby talk, but he had to admit it was kind of fun. To be able to tease him.

Wade was so tired that he shrugged.

And yeah, that sounded so messed up, teasing a guy who was just a kid right now, but to Logan, it felt.. natural. Because Wade wasn't a kid in the sense that he's said way worse things with that potty mouth of his, but because Wade kind of enjoyed a bit of fuss. A bit of play fighting. "For Funsies"

"Good night, Wade. Don't let the bedbugs bite." He tells him.

"Kitty.."

"Yeah, Bub?"

He pointed to his star night light.

"Oh, right." He bends down to click it on. "Better?"

No response but a snore. Logan can't help but smile and sigh heavily, beginning to quietly clean up the room of the cryaons and other toys out. He didn't need Althea tripping or dying because of a coloring book.

Finding that crumbled up paper from earlier, He glances back at him, watching as his chest and shoulders rose and fell with each deep breath through an open drooling mouth. God, he was so cute. How could anyone want to hurt him? He quite literally played himself to sleep.

Picking it up, he gently unfolds the crinkles, trying to make out what it said in the dark. Shaking his head, he put it in his pocket, putting everything away before leaving. After silently closing the door, he took out the paper again, curiosity killing the cat.

It said "I Kitty" with a heart made out of blood in the middle of the two words. He knew it was blood because the blood was coming down from a picture of a dead guy. On the drawing, too, was him in his suit, claws drawn and full cowl.

He chuckles, blushing some. Wade had made him extra buff in the picture. So buff that his biceps had biceps and in the other corner was wade in his own costume with big heart eyes.

Was this how he truly saw him? As such a powerful person to rely on? Someone to look at with massive pink heart-shaped eyes?

Coming into the kitchen, he pinned it to the fridge with a hello kitty magnet. "There.." now it was where it belonged. Stuck to the fridge for everyone to see instead of half ripped up on the dirty floor.

[scxrlett-wid0w]

Hiya I have read you Natasha and Wanda fics and I would like to say that they are so good and if it’s possibly u you could do a age regression with either Natasha or Wanda or both and reader set up a whole date night scenario with the help of maybe Yelena or carol and they get annoyed and just become really possessive over reader and they end up fighting and reader has just woke up from her nap and comes downstairs and they all stop arguing and they make up as reader told them to. Hopefully you understand that 😂🥰. How u have a good day also if u don’t want to do it that’s fine

Stop Fighting! | WandaNat X Fem!R

Gif not mine, credits to creator

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Word count: tbd

Warnings: Slight Arguing, Age Regression, Fluff, Little One (R), Mama (N), Mommy (W),

A/N: I'm So Sorry This Is Like A Year Late! Hopefully It's What You Wanted/Expected <3

Summary: The Ask

Stop fighting!

"It has to be perfect!!" You squealed whilst Carol was laying the plates on the dining table

"I know munchkin," She chuckled "why don't you draw your mommies a nice picture, yeah?" She finished setting the table and picked you up.

She rests you on her hip and carries you to your playroom

"Bu' I wanna help youuu!" A loud whine left your mouth when Carol puts you down.

"Don't be like that little one, I'm sure your mommies would appreciate a little picture to go with their meal and dessert, which you can help me make, eh?"

"Okay Aun'ie Carol!" You run over to your little table and grab a pack of crayons

Carol walks back to the kitchen and stirs the sauce that's currently cooking in the pan

Half of an hour later you hear a car pull up the drive and your chair falls over from how fast you stand up

You run to the front door and practically vibrate from excitement when you see the handle pull down

"MOMMY! MAMA! YOU HOME! YOU HOME!!"

Wanda drops her bags and picks you up

"Hi baby we missed you so so much" she rubs her nose against yours and chuckles

Nat comes around your other side and kisses your cheek

"Привет моя любов��" (hi my love) Nat takes Wanda's and her bags upstairs whilst Wanda carries you to the kitchen where she sees Carol

"Oh... Carol, I didn't realise you were here"

Wanda places you in your highchair so she can take over cooking from Carol

"Yeah I'm still here, this cutie must've used the emergency list to call me," She strokes your chin "Said she needed help so I came 'round straight away"

Wanda glares at her "What kind of help did she need that required....You?"

Carol gulps and takes a step back "I can't tell you, it's her surprise for you"

"Mommyyyyy! Be nice! We jus makin dinner for 'oo! Wanted make dinner for us thwree an Aun'ie Cawol jus helpin'."

You huff and pout as Wanda's eyes softened towards Carol

"Oh Carol I'm so sorry, I just assumed the worst and I shouldn't have I'm truly sorry" She hugs Carol and they make up just as the Oven dings to signal the meal was ready

In the end, You and your mommies enjoy a fancy meal (with Auntie Carol to make up for the misunderstanding) and finish the day off with watching your favourite movie: Frozen

"Bye bye Aun'ie Carol, fank yoo fo' helping make dinner!" You squeeze her goodbye before having to go to bed as it was your bedtime

"Did you brush your little teethies малышка?" Nat asks, as she climbs into bed behind you, as Wanda snuggles into you into her front

"Mhm, sleepy time now?" You hold onto Wanda and use her chest to rub your itchy face

"Yes sweetheart, sleepy time now goodnight darling" Your mommies hold onto you as your soft snores fill the quiet room

"We love you" They say before drifting off to sleep too.

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Thanks For Reading <3

My requests are now open again because I'm ready to get back into writing

[estrellami-1]

Keep You Company

So this happened because 1) I was babysitting and the little girl wouldn’t sleep until I laid in bed with her and my heart has NEVER been more full and 2) my dad’s an audio engineer with a home studio and my mom will just???? Sit in there with him????? He’s got a couch for when clients come over but 90% of the time if I can’t find either of my parents they’re both in there. I love my mom but I swear she’s tone deaf. Not to mention if any of you have heard someone else work on pitch correction you KNOW how annoying it can get after roughly .3 seconds. But she sits in there completely content because they just???? Want to be near each other????? After close to 30 years of marriage????? Where can I find someone who loves me the way my parents love each other. And the way Steve and Eddie love each other. Please.

Also side note if any of yall read Little Love I’m tempted to make this a future excerpt 👀 different name bc who knows if anything’s gonna come of this. and Joanie’s name comes from Joan Jett anyone who got that gets a gold star ⭐️ also Joanie is either 4 or 6. Idk which. But she’s one of those ages. Which if you know anything about kids you know there’s somehow no difference and yet every difference in the world between those two ages.

“Night, Daddy,” Joanie says, moving into Eddie’s studio to drop a kiss onto his cheek. “Love you.”

Eddie startles away from the computer screen, blinking as he realizes just how late it already is. The clock on his desk blinks 9:08 in red, incriminating flashes.

He smiles at his daughter and throws his arms around her as he stands, hugging her to himself and whirling them around the space, careful around the low coffee table. “Goodnight, my little rockstar!” He crows, peppering kisses to her cheeks and forehead, feeling laughter bubble up inside him in response to Joanie’s giggles.

“Daddy!” She shrieks, but doesn’t try to pull away. He laughs and finally puts her down, pressing one last kiss to the crown of her head as he kneels in front of her.

“Night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Sorry I’ve been stuck in here all day. I wish I could just play with you all day instead.”

He boops her nose and she giggles. “What are you doing?”

Eddie hums and picks her up, moving closer to the computer to save his project. “Well, y’know how Daddy’s in a band?”

“Yuh-huh.”

“Well sometimes, Uncle Gareth gets a note wrong.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Uncle Gareth?”

“Only Uncle Gareth,” Eddie agrees in a super-serious way that they both know he doesn’t mean.

“And sometimes Daddy forgets how not to be a perfectionist,” Steve adds from the doorway with a smile.

“Also very true,” Eddie nods, putting his computer to sleep. “But I did a lot of work today, so hopefully I should be done soon. How about for now, I do bedtime clean-up routine, and Papa can read you your book?”

“M’kay,” Joanie says happily, because she’s a heathen and prefers Steve’s storytelling skills over Eddie’s. Eddie wants to bite her cheeks, she’s so cute, so he does, takes a big chomp and makes a dinosaur noise that has Joanie shrieking and laughing.

“Okay, munchkin,” he says, swinging her around onto his back and trotting through the house, purposely jostling her. “Beddy-bye time, which means it’s time for teeth brushing!”

“Can you sing the song?”

Eddie fights back a groan. Somehow, he’d forgotten this was coming. “Sure thing, Joanie. Let’s get some toothpaste on that brush, alright?”

They do, and Joanie looks at him expectantly. “Sing it, Daddy! Sing it!”

“Brush your teeth, up and down. Brush your teeth, ‘round and ‘round. Brush your teeth from left to right, brush your teeth in the morning and night.”

He goes through the entire song, helpless to the smile that grows as Joanie bops happily along to his singing. “Okay, baby bug,” he says finally, standing behind her with a brush. “How d’you want your hair tonight?”

Regardless of the rat’s nest it will be in the morning, Joanie refuses to sleep if her hair is at all in her face. Steve and Eddie started with simple braids until she discovered the magic of YouTube tutorials, which makes the bedtime routine both longer and less mundane.

“Two Elsa braids,” she says, resolutely not learning the proper name and instead using the one Eddie had jokingly said once.

“Two Elsa braids, coming up,” he says, because it’s cute and he’s not going to dissuade her.

“Can we do beads?”

“Beads are a daytime hairstyle, ‘member, munchkin?”

Joanie pouts at him in the mirror. “But they’re pretty!”

“They are pretty, but they won’t stay while you sleep. They’ll fall out, and then you’ll wake up in the middle of the night ‘cause you’re laying on beads, and you’ll wake us up, and then we’ll all be cranky.” Not that that exact thing had happened.

She narrows her eyes at him, trying to find a way around it, then finally huffs and agrees. “Okay.”

“You’ll look pretty even without the beads,” Eddie promises her. “And Elsa doesn’t have beads, remember?”

“Yeah, but Daddy, Elsa’s got magic powers!”

“That she does.”

Joanie pretends to shoot Eddie with her Elsa powers, and Eddie freezes in the middle of the first braid. “I can’t move,” he says, not moving his lips. “You froze me!”

Joanie giggles. “Unfreeze, Daddy!”

He dramatically relaxes and sighs. “Oh, good! Thank you!”

He finishes doing her hair and chases her into her room, where she picks out her pajamas: a pink shirt with ballet-dancing kittens, and a neon-green pair of leggings. “Bold choice,” Eddie comments. “You wanna do it yourself? Or do you want me to help you?”

“I wanna do it,” Joanie says, just like Eddie knew she would.

A few minutes later, she huffs, frustrated. “Daddy, help,” she asks, just like Eddie knew she would.

He helps rescue her from her shirt that had somehow become sentient long enough to wrap around her head, then gets her pants on and tucks her into bed before pressing a long, loud kiss to her forehead. “Nighty-night, Joanie-bug,” he murmurs. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

Joanie giggles. “Only Joanie-bugs allowed in my bed!” She declares, and Eddie chuckles. “That’s right.”

He moves toward the door where Steve’s waiting to press a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Sorry I was so busy.”

“You were working,” Steve murmurs. “It’s fine. I’ll come join you when I’m done, m’kay?”

“I’m gonna be in the studio for at least another hour tonight, babe,” Eddie says apologetically.

“Then I guess I’ll come keep you company.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before shoving him out the door. “Go work, I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Sir yes sir,” Eddie salutes, marching back to his studio.

The next time he surfaces, it’s to a tugging at his sleeve. He blinks, glances at the clock—10:37—and turns, ready to apologize to Steve, only to see Joanie.

A quick look reveals no Steve anywhere in the studio, so Eddie thinks he’s probably in bed. “Hey, munchkin,” he murmurs, picking her up and setting her in his lap. “We put you to bed an hour ago, what’s going on? Bad dream?”

Joanie shakes her head before resting it on Eddie’s shoulder. “Papa’s snoring.”

Eddie blinks. Steve does snore, but not loud enough she should be able to hear it from her room. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Did he fall asleep before finishing the story?”

Joanie nods against his shoulder, and he sighs as he cuddles her closer, once again saving his project before completely shutting the computer down for the night. “M’kay, Joanie-bug, let’s go get Papa into his own bed.”

“Daddy?” She asks on the way to her room.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why’s Papa so tired?”

Eddie sighs. “He’s a teacher, sweet pea. He does a lot all day. And he loves his job, but it is very tiring. Then he comes home and cooks, ‘cause he’s better at it than I am. And there’s a lot of stuff that needs to be done around the house.”

Joanie’s quiet for a second. “And me?” She finally asks.

Eddie’s heart stutters painfully. “No, baby,” he murmurs. “Your Papa and I love you, so much, okay?”

“Okay,” Joanie agrees, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Daddy.” After a few seconds of thought, she says, “Are there cooking videos on YouTube? Like for hair?”

Eddie blinks. “To learn how to do it? Yeah, I think so.”

Joanie nods. “You should watch those. And cook for Papa.”

Eddie chuckles. “Maybe I will,” he agrees, stopping short in the doorway to smile at the sight in front of him.

The bedside lamp is on and Steve, glasses askew, is halfway on the bed, on top of the covers. The book is open in his lap, hands still holding on to the sides. He is, as Joanie had said, snoring.

Eddie kisses Joanie’s forehead and puts her into bed beside Steve before taking the book from Steve’s lax hands, shutting it and putting it on her bedside table before kissing Steve’s forehead. “Stevie, baby,” he murmurs. “Wake up.”

Steve’s eyebrows scrunch and his eyes flutter beneath his closed lids before he takes an extra-deep breath and his eyes open. “Eds?” He murmurs. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve gotta get up,” Eddie murmurs. “This isn’t your bed.”

He watches as Steve processes his words then looks around. He sees the confusion morph into understanding when he sees Joan. “Oh,” Steve murmurs. “Sorry, Joanie.”

“‘S okay, Papa,” Joanie answers. “You should go to bed.”

Steve chuckles tiredly and kisses her forehead. “I am, right now,” he promises. “Night, Joanie.”

“Night, Papa. Night, Daddy!”

“Night, Joanie-bug,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, half as a hug and half to help his husband stay steady.

“Sorry, Eds,” Steve murmurs. “Meant to join you.”

“It’s alright,” Eddie promises. “How about tomorrow I take Joanie out early for breakfast and let you sleep in?”

Steve frowns. “But you have work.”

“I’ve done the majority of it already,” Eddie answers. “You could take her out tomorrow afternoon if you want. Or just have a movie marathon here. I’ll finish up what I have to do. Tomorrow’s Saturday, right? So I’ll finish tomorrow, then Sunday I can make waffles for all of us. How’s that sound?”

Steve hums. “Good, ‘sides the you cooking part of it.”

“Oh, you little shit,” Eddie says delightedly, pressing a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Just you wait, you’ll understand the power of YouTube tutorials.”

Steve chuckles, quiet, tired, but no less full of love. “I can’t wait.”

Permanent Taglist (which I’ve been COMPLETELY terrible at I’m so sorry I promise I’ll try to do better): @justforthedead89 @ilovecupcakesandtea @madigoround @bookbinderbitch @suddenlyinlove @nburkhardt @artiststarme @paintsplatteredandimperfect @i-less-than-three-you @alyelf @quarble @messrs-weasley @littlewildflowerkitten @vankaar @starman-jpg @bornonthesavage @steddie-there @goodolefashionedloverboi @andienotannie @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @platinum-sunset @just-ladyme @steddiestains @swimmingbirdrunningrock @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @martinskis-lydias @notaqueenakhaleesi @sleepyboosstuff @bestwifehaver @m-owo-n @thatonebadideapanda @finalmoondragon @velocitytimes2 @callmeanythjing @ajeff855 @ilikeititspretty @knitsforthetrail @sillysparrow @that-one-corvid @ace-is-bored @muricel @harpymoth @weirdandabsurd42

[amplifyme]

15 Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by @randomfoggytiger. Thanks for always including me! ❤️

Were you named after anyone? My middle name is Beth. It was supposed to be Elizabeth, after my great-grandmother. But the OB/GYN who delivered me (and all 4 of my elder siblings) decided Lydia Beth rolled off the tongue more smoothly then Lydia Elizabeth, so that's what he put on the birth certificate. True story, hand to god. I think he was right. The original is quite a mouthful.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Tonight. I just finished up the 1994 TV mini-series of Stephen King's "The Stand" - only my favorite book ever. Haven't watched it in probably 15 years and I cried like a baby several times. The cast is 99% pure perfection. The only thing I'd change would be the casting of Molly Ringwald as Frannie. Just... no. I understand why they chose her (she was pretty popular back then), but she was completely wrong for the part and very cringey throughout. OTOH, Gary Sinise will always be my perfect Stu Redman.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope. Though not by choice. I wanted to have children, once upon a time. It just never worked out. But I'm okay with that now. Everything happens for a reason.

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY? I used to love playing volleyball and basketball when I was a kid. Then I got hit by a car at 12, jacked up my left knee almost beyond repair, and followed that up with 3 subsequent surgeries and arthritis by the time I hit 18. No more playing sports for this kid.

DO YOU USE SARCASM? Me?? Never. 😜

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Eyes. The windows to the soul, you know. Also body language. I don't think most folks realize how much they reveal simply by the way they hold their bodies.

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Greeny-blue.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

ANY TALENTS? I think I'm pretty good at stringing words together in a way some people enjoy. I can organize like nobody's business. I bake great bread - or at least I used to. Haven't done that for years. I can also whip together something tasty with not much effort.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? About 12 miles south of where I live now. Out on the flatlands of Illinois, corn and soybean country. Mid-state, central region.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing, when the muse is amenable, which isn't often enough for me. Going on 7 months of my most current writer's block. *sigh* Reading. Hanging out in parks and forests preserves with a book and a camera. Bingeing on new shows or old favorites. Solving all the world's problem as I fall asleep. You know, the usual. 🤷🏻‍♀️

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Levon the Cat, who'll turn 18 this year. It's gonna be really hard to say good-bye. I think he'll probably be my last four-legged roommate. It's too hard to see them go, and I've done it too much now.

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5' 1" and some small fraction over that. I'm shrinking as I get older.

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English, history, and composition.

DREAM JOB? Small animal rescue for a no-kill shelter. Gimme all the dogs and cats. That, or working to help women and men escape domestic abuse safely. Been there, done that. The hardest part is deciding to leave. I'd like to use my own experience to help others escape the cycle.

Tagging anyone who'd like to play 'cuz I'm up past my bedtime and really tired.

[myhauntedsalem]

ERRIFIED PARENTS SHARE CREEPY THINGS THEIR KIDS SAY

My daughter said that there was a man hanging from our washing line, and when we went to look she said ‘It’s okay, he’s buried in the ground now’ she was about two and a half’.

Me: ‘Who’s the night night man?’ Her: ‘The night night man lives in our kitchen’.

“I work in childcare. A child once woke up from a nap, looked me dead in the eyes and quite plainly said ‘Everybody hates you.’”

“My friend used to volunteer at her mum’s primary school (ages 5 or 6 I think) and one time a little girl tripped on the playground. My friend took her inside and gave her a plaster for her knee and said kindly ‘Because you’ve been so brave, you can have your snack early. What would you like?’ The kid stops crying immediately, looks her dead in the eye and says ‘a rotten apple.’”

“I had a 4-year-old that I had never met run up to me very excited and say ‘I remember you from when I was big!’ I don’t believe in anything like that, but this kid was very sincere and refused to leave my side the entire visit.”

“My son once said to me. ‘I’m going to marry mommy when you die’. I said ‘alright, good night its bedtime’. He said ‘no Daddy, not good night, good bye‘. I slept with the door locked and one eye open that night.”

“Not to me but to my mother. I had a little brother who was blind by age 3 and had a brain tumor. My mother was feeding him oatmeal in the morning. He stopped and said ‘Aunt Mariam is here’ and pointed toward my mother’s bedroom. ‘She’s here for me.’ My brother never met Aunt Mariam, she passed away the year he was born. He asked to be laid on my mom’s bed and closed his eyes and passed away.” 8, “I lost my mom to a rare cancer when I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter.. (she is now almost 4). Last week while making breakfast she was just babbling about nothing and randomly said ‘your mom doesn’t scare me’ and then just kept talking about her ponies and what have you. It REALLY caught me off guard.”

“My cousin who was about four or five at the time looked at me dead in the eyes and said ‘I’m a baby just like Satan was!’ “ 10.“I was dressing my then 3yr old in his bedroom when he turned to me and said ‘mummy can you close the curtains, the little boy and girl are scaring me’ I asked ‘what little boy and girl?’ ‘The ones outside my window that watch us’. Safe to say the curtains stayed closed.”

“When my brother was little he acted like he had angels talking to him every second. One day my mom overheard him say, ‘I can’t kill him! He’s my only dad!'”

“When my daughter was three she had an imaginary friend named Kelly who lived in her closet. Kelly sat in a little rocking chair while she slept, played with her, etc. Typical imaginary friend stuff. Anyway, fast forward two years later, the wife and I are watching the new Amityville (the one with Ryan Renolds) and our daughter walks out right when dead girl goes all black eyed. Far from being disturbed she said ‘That looks like Kelly.’ ‘Kelly who?’ we say. ‘You know the dead girl that lived in my closet.’

“My little brother’s imaginary friend, Roger, lived under our coffee table. Roger had a wife and 9 kids. Roger and his family lived peacefully alongside us for three years. One day, my little brother announced that Roger wouldn’t be around anymore, since he shot and killed him and his whole family. I don’t know if he remembers any of this, but his genuine lack of remorse was very disturbing.”

My brother had an invisible friend named Tony Rygel. He was 6 inches tall and was elderly. One day we found my brother crying in his room. Apparently Tony Rygel had passed away in his sleep. We buried him in a shoe box in the backyard. So basically we had a funeral, complete with a moment of silence, for an empty shoebox.

“I was seventeen and babysitting a friend of the family’s six year old. He’d been in bed a couple of hours and I just peeked in to check on him. He wasn’t in the bed and when I opened the door wider, I saw he was standing in the corner, facing the wall. Creepiest thing ever. I asked him what he was doing and all he did was turn around, smile, and put his finger to his lips as if to say ‘shhh.’ i asked him again what he was doing and all he says is, ‘leave us. it is the punishment.’

[stinging-metal]

HEY YOU,

GOTH-MOTH!

I GOTTA COUPLE QUESTIONS FOR YOU!!!

What’s your favorite food?

Who’s your favorite welcome home character?

Favorite deep sea creature?

May I eat your children?

On a scale of one to ten, where do I stand on your favorite mutual spectrum?

Who smells better, me or Adonis?

Favorite dessert?

How do you feel about summer?

If you could choose, when would your bedtime be and when would you wake up?

You have my address, what do you do with that information?

Do you like cheese? What kind?

I love you very much, please be kind to yourself?

OKAY DONE HAHAHAH BYE, HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!

Favorite food is quessadias baybe :3

Favorite welcome home character is eddie because he is awsome and silly

FAVORITE DEEP SEA CREATURE IS GIANT ISOPOD THEY R MY BABIES

NO YOU MAY NOT EAT MY CHILDREN GRRGRG

On the scale ur a 10 but tHERES ALSO OTHER PPL UP THERE BC I CANT CHOOSE A FAVORITE IT WILL BREAK ME

i think you would smell better because u would.

Ummm i love brownies

summer is good for camping and just going out in nature alot but at some point I CRAVE the winter

Stay up till 4 and wake up at 2 pm so i have the time to hang out with people online and be nocturnal

VISITING YOU IMMEDIATELY RAHDHH

I like aome cheese, my favorite is smoked gouda

I will try, for you :3

TY FOR ALL THE QUESTIONSSSHSS

[ylkcheeeks]

a very special episode of catgirl captain planet

this is a livewatch and i am drinking wine so, you know, mew mew new, in your face!

I was bracing myself for the OP after going right to the chokeout, grateful they held back as much as it would have been hilarious

force ghost emo boyfriend!! u tell him baby, boku wa taking my body back

oh no, black lightning

the power of hope and also magical musical instruments are on her side

hand grasp powers! just like with Lettuce

poor Pai he’s re-WHAT THE FUCK

tiny pupils psychosis has taken hold

damn, aoyama really is the ultimate mahou boyfriend, even functions as a no-roaming cellphone

shabon spray everyone back to full HPm hell yeah

aww one last glimpse of the blue knight

girl your ears are so big you know what you [didn’t] hear.

oh, sweet, yelling works! I am certain she would have tried CPR next, tho

aww Mint. I love a good mina-san scene [also that was a long time between bubble resurrection and running upstairs, the girlfriends were totally making out]

I do not get Purin/Tart but I can get down with Purin & Tart, if you get me. They’re too young for me to get it as romantic but I dig them as found family

Pai shut the fuck up, no, you don’t get to be a sweetie with a change of heart after THAT. I’m mad for your characterization, you deserved better.

Lettuce, my love, your design has too many shades of green, but I really love your growth, I didn’t even remember the Beckies when we saw them and neither should you.

ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa kishigo fans i am happy for you, what a lil scamp bwahaha

girl bye

their angel wings should have been pastel versions of their colors rather than white so it would be less weird that Mint gets wings on top of her wings

[i looked for an xzibhit gif but I guess that was from the jpeg memeternet]

Aww, Ichigo is carrying Aoyama like how Mint carried Zakuro, I guess they really are romantic >:3

omg watercolor stills with exactly what I asked for

aww Miwa & Moe, hi gorls

ANOTHER ZANY ZAKURO PLAN love this for her, I am immiediately deciding she & Pudding spent the better part of the last week planning this

I am gonna need to analyze their different ninja uniforms at some point

new party outfits!

also I wanna make that spread everything looks so gooood

we can talk about this later, i gotta get to bed soon, short list of not in this shot, some sorta cream thing decorated with blueberries, tea and coffee service, a big pink straight walled tart, christmas cake

oh everyone’s little gasps

MAN GETTING A HUG GOODBYE AT THE AIRPORT shit u can’t do anymore( T-T)

all the animals!

Mint corporation!

Zakuro being impulsive!

FOUND FAMILY! the pudlings climbing all over tart, I love that, molto bene

Lettuce got herself a GLAM internship! we love to see it.

I know she’s gotta list everyone but ouch Keiichiro really didn’t get much characterization time did he? I guess he was busy with his successful top surger between the seasons, wearing a binder with all that moving around in the kitchen was a pain *nodnod*

aww groupshot cute, I love Zakuro playing with Pudding

Well, Berry fans, I am sorry. I am also sorry for me, but I kinda knew we weren’t gonna get a Ringo cameo/easter egg

Okay, bedtime, but I am so excited to read everyone’s thoughts tomorrowwwww

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 3 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

"And last one, baby," Sarah cooed as I placed the blue paper bag from Vince in front of him.

"It's from uncle Vince."

"Un-un?"

I hummed, untying the ribbon around the handles for him.

He looked up at me with a pout.

"Un-un?"

"Yes, bub. Un-un got you something. He'll see you later, okay?"

Removing the tissue paper, I opened up the gift, my breath hitching at the sight of it.

Immediately it caught Rowan's eyes, a brown bear with a deep blue bow.

For him, it was another stuffed animal to his collection but it meant more than that.

It looked nearly identical to the one I had grown up with, even the bow and stitching in the face looked the same.

I had taken it everywhere with me as a child, even leaving it on my bed after making it in the mornings.

So it couldn't have been a coincidence that he had bought Rowan something like this, right?

"Mama. Mama," Rowan's smile never left, squeezing the bear to his chest before showing it off to Sarah.

"Yes, sweetie, it's very nice."

Sarah held her hands up as Rowan tried to stand on his own, wanting to get closer to his parents to show it off.

When he almost fell backward, Sam braced his back before Rowan took a couple of steps toward Sarah.

Xavier reached over to grab some of the kid's books, waving in front of Rowan's face.

"Shall I read your bedtime stories, buddy?"

Clutching the brown bear to his chest and the fuzzy blanket in the other, he nodded.

"He's precious," Sam muttered next to me, watching as Rowan scooted closer to Xavier.

I hummed in agreement, resting my head on his shoulder.

Xavier opened up the book, showing him all the animal textures and mimicking the sounds they make for him.

Lilah helped Sarah and Aspen clean up the wrapping paper confetti that strewed the floor, letting Xavier read the stories to him to try and get him sleepy.

Occasionally Jonah and Sam would chime in to imitate the animals, too, enjoying the sound of Rowan's cute giggles.

While I helped to clean up the kitchen, packing the leftover cake and pizza.

It wasn't long before Rowan had let out his first yawns, Jonah and Lilah following suit too.

Xavier finished up the third book just as Sarah got up to carry Rowan.

"We should probably get him ready for bed. Thanks for everything, you guys."

"Of course, it's been fun seeing him again," I told her, hugging the both of them before kissing Rowan's forehead.

"Say bye-bye to your Uncles."

She rocked side to side as he rested his head on her shoulder, the brown bear and blanket still clutched tightly in his hands.

"Give them kisses."

The birthday boy gave a lazy wave before bringing his hand to his mouth then out to me, making the cutest 'muah' sound.

He gave the same gesture to Sam and Xavier, then towards Jonah and Lilah before his eyelids fluttered.

Before Sarah picked him up to bathe him, Rowan let out a faint 'bye-bye' on his way to the bathroom.

Xavier seemed to melt at the interaction, turning to the three adults in the room.

"Oh my Moon Goddess, how can he be so cute?"

Behind him, Lilah pouted.

"Daddy, I'm cute too."

Xavier turned and bent down to her height.

"Yes, I know, sweetheart. You both are, okay? It's just you don't give me kisses like that anymore."

"That's cause I a big girl," she insisted.

"Yes. Yes, you are. You both are getting older."

He rubbed the back of his neck before turning to us.

"I don't know where the time is going, geez. Anyways, I probably should get these guys to bed. I'll see you guys later?"

Sam smiled.

"Yeah, we'll see you. It was nice to see you again, young lady and you too, Jonah. Make sure to look after your sister now."

Behind Lilah, Jonah nodded.

He was still as reserved and quiet as I first met him but he was definitely opening up more.

Lilah looked up at Xavier, holding her hands out.

"Carry me."

Xavier pursed his lips but obliged.

"I thought you said you were a big girl."

"I tired, daddy."

As Aspen returned from helping Sarah with Rowan, he patted my shoulder.

"Thanks for coming. Rowan really appreciates it. Feel free to stop by anytime."

I nodded as Aspen turned to Xavier.

"Thanks for the gifts, I think that blanket is his new favorite thing, along with that teddy bear. He hasn't let go of it since his bath. Make sure to thank Vince for me if I don't see him around."

"Yeah, of course."

Sam glanced at Lilah and Jonah.

"It's a shame he couldn't stay. I'm sure his favorite niece and nephew would've loved to see him, right?"

Lilah nodded against Xavier's chest as Jonah leaned into Xavier's side.

I smiled down at him, ruffling his hair before doing the same to Lilah's.

"I'll see you two later."

They waved bye as I turned to Xavier.

"Tell Vince I said hi."

He frowned slightly before replying.

"I will."

********

"I can't get over how adorable he is," Sam remarked on the way back to his truck.

"I think even Jonah and Lilah adore him."

I smiled softly.

"Anyone would find Rowan adorable."

He thrummed but Vince's gifts had been circling my thoughts.

That and how badly I wished Vince should've been there to see Rowan's face when he opened it.

"Rowan was adorable," he said off-handed before lowering his voice, nearly drowned out by my thoughts.

"I found Xavier to be adorable too. Reading those books and all, very cute."

I hummed in agreement but Sam gripped my arm, standing in front of me.

"Simon? You okay?"

"Yeah?"

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"

He frowned.

"You said Rowan was adorable."

He chuffed.

"I just called Xavier cute and you didn't catch that."

"Oh," I stammered before opening the car door.

He sighed before getting into the driver's seat.

As Sam turned on the engine, he turned to look at me worriedly.

"You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He sighed before pulling my hand into his, looking at me with a knowing gleam.

"You know why."

Staring at our hands vacantly, I released a nervous breath, the tears I had wanted to share earlier threatening to escape.

"I dunno. I guess I thought he'd at least say hello or happy birthday to Rowan. Maybe even stay and chat."

Sam hummed, squeezing my hand.

"Maybe he wasn't ready today but one day he will."

"Yeah."

I leaned my head against the window.

"I just hope he's okay."

[lovetorn]

pick me up! [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

summary: dream asks you to pick him up after a party

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: swearing!!

a/n: i love this one sm. enjoy <33 may have some errors :/

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Dream?” You ask, rubbing your eye with your knuckle. Being startled awake by the high-pitched sound of your ringtone is not ideal.

“Y/n~!” He yells so loud you have to take the phone away from your ear. You can barely hear him though, the deafening crowd he is in drowns him out.

“Dream, where are you?” You quickly check the time and your eyes widen when you see it’s 3:27am. “I’m coming to get you.”

Dream wheezes loudly through the phone before he speaks—shouts. “Y/n’s coming to pick us up! Wooooooo!” Around him, you hear a collective cheer.

“Dream, who’s us?” You ask, already throwing your hoodie on over your pyjamas and sliding your feet into your birkenstocks. You really hope it’s his friends and not a hook-up.

“Uhhh, me, obviously, and George, uhhh,” He pauses. “Sapnap, Karl and Quackity.”

Thank god. You sigh, knowing you can’t fit all 5 of them in your car. “Okay. Where are you?” You ask again.

Dream doesn’t respond right away. “Dream?”

“Sorry!” He laughs. “Ummm, Noah Gardener’s house.”

You stop your movement for a second. “I don’t know where that is.”

Dream shrugs, forgetting that you can’t see him. “I’ll send you my location.”

“Okay, you better,” You reply, grabbing your keys off the key hook next to the front door. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

The call abruptly ends. You pull your phone away from your ear and shake your head. After locking the front door, you make your way down to your car. A ding from your phone indicates a new message and you see Dream has sent you his location along with ‘be there or be square’.

Pulling up to the curb outside of Noah Gardener’s house, you see a crowd of college kids on the front lawn. You pull your phone from the cup holder and text Dream, ‘here’.

Lifting your head at the sound of obnoxious laughter, you’re met with the group of 5 boys stumbling towards your car.

You roll down the window. “Hi, boys.”

“Y/n!” They collective yell.

Quackity throws his arms up at the sight of you and yells. “Hola, Mi Amor!”

You roll your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, and throw your gaze towards Dream, who grins at you brightly.

“Hi,” He mumbles as he leans down on the passenger door’s open window.

“Get in,” You say, unlocking the back doors for the others to climb in.

“Y/n, there’s not enough seats,” Karl mentions, pointing through the car door.

You nod. “I know, squeeze in!”

The boys groan and curse at Dream who giggles at them. “Sucks to suck.”

“Fuck off, Dream,” Sapnap slurs, his foot almost catching on the door as he gets in the car.

Once everyone is inside, all still complaining, Karl speaks up over the other boys.

“Thank you, Y/n!” Your heart feels like it’s going to burst and you look at him through the rearview mirror. Quackity, George, Sapnap, Karl.

“It’s no problem, Karl,” You say, warmly. He nods and grins back before looking out the window, the smile still on his mouth—no matter how squashed his shoulder is into Sapnap’s peck.

“When are we home?” George asks, stiffly. His leg is thrown over Quackity’s and his elbow is digging into Sapnap’s opposite side.

“Move the fuck over, George,” Sapnap curses, groaning loudly. “Yeah, when are we home?”

You glance over at Dream, who gives you a wink. Your body grows hot and you face the road again. “Uh, like 5 minutes.”

The boys groan and start bickering with each other. “I’m fine guys, I don’t know about you, but I’m fine.”

“Fuck off, Quackity.”

As you flick down the indicator, you feel a hand on your thigh. “Thanks for doing this.” Dream mumbles.

Your almost heart jumps out of your chest. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on the road and turn the corner without crashing. The street lights pass in golden flashes and it feels like a movie.

Against your rational mind, you look away from the road for a moment to see Dream’s smirk and teasing eyes. He pats your thigh lightly and then returns his hand back to his lap, his gaze flicking to the passing trees.

You glance in the rearview mirror to see the rest of the boys staring at you. Your cheeks grow hot and you hope they can’t see how flustered you are. Dream, on the other hand, is proud of himself for making you like this. Even in his drunken state, he knows what he’s doing and, for once, he isn’t scared.

You could scream out in sheer joy as you pull into your parking spot at the apartment block. The boys in the back cheer, but soon groan as they get out of their uncomfortable positions. “Thank honk.”

“Piss off, Karl, you didn’t have George elbowing you the whole time!” Sapnap spits, slapping George on his arm once they are out of the car.

“No, but I had your knee digging into my thigh!”

“Goodnight, guys!” Quackity calls, waving as he walks away from the rest of the group. “And thanks, Y/n!”

“You’re welcome, Q!” You smile. Dream yawns loudly, throwing his arm around your shoulders. You wrap your arm around his waist and try not to think about his abdomen muscles tensing under your touch.

“Okay, bedtime,” He mutters, dragging you towards the elevator.

“Bye!” You turn and shout to George, Karl and Sapnap. The trio bid their goodbyes and wave before stumbling towards the staircase rather quickly. You don’t blame them for wanting to get to bed.

“How much did you drink?” You side-eye Dream as he lazily presses the 5th floor button.

“Secret,” He giggles. You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. His arm is still resting on your shoulders so you feel his chin brush the top of your head.

“Okay, but don’t cry to me tomorrow when you find out we have no Advil because you didn’t go grocery shopping yesterday,” You shrug, not missing the way his hand forms a knuckle against you.

“That’s okay, we can cuddle instead,” Dream knocks his fist against your arm softly, his attention peaking when the elevator dings.

You shake your head, mostly in dismissal, but some in disappointment when you know that he’s joking.

Once at your apartment door, you dig around in your hoodie pocket to fish your keys out, unlock the door, and stumble inside. The only light on is in your bedroom, just how you left it half an hour ago. You hear Dream mumbling above you but take it as drunken thoughts, so you pay no mind.

Opening his bedroom, you practically toss him towards his bed, watching as he staggers. He points finger guns at you and laughs. “Good throw.”

You giggle lightly and then fall silent. You hate to admit it, but it’s awkward. Dream doesn’t seem to notice while he’s trying to untie his laces, and for that, you’re grateful.

So, in a moment of panic, you turn and mumble, “goodnight,” before rushing out and closing the door as Dream strips himself of his t-shirt.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

The Babysitter

Single-Dad!Sebastian Stan X Fem!Reader

Summary: After your sister-in-law gets you a babysitting job, you and Sebastian fall in love.

Warnings: mentions death by birth (briefly) and fluff.

A/n: HI!!! Sorry, I accidentally posted the first draft 🤦‍♀️ but this is the exact same thing just not with the ask. I absolutely loved the idea!!!

You parked the car making your way upstairs. Knocking on the door it was answered by a man maybe 3 years older than you at the most. Behind him you could see a little boy hid poking his head around the corner, he couldn't have been older than 7. He had short light brown hair and bright blue eyes, that was obvious he got from his father. You recognized him from your nephew's class.

"Hello you must be y/n! I'm Sebastian, the spy back there is Julian." He said shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at him before looking back at the boy. "Hi there hunny."

"Hi." Julian waved shyly.

"Come in." Sebastian welcomed. He was going out to meet up with Chris Evans since he was coming in town. So that's where you came in, you were the aunt of one of Julian's friends from school, along with babysitting for a few of his other friends. "Jule, come all the in and introduce yourself." Sebastian urged the young boy.

"Sorry tata." Julian said running over hiding behind him. "I'm Julian!"

"Nice to meet you Julian! I'm y/n." You smiled.

"I'm going to my toys now." He told his dad before running off.

"He's a delight when you get to know him." Sebastian promised. "Let me give you the run down."

———

"And bedtime is 9 no negotiations, he will try." Sebastian finished listing down the rules.

"Got it I think I can handle that. When will you be back?" You asked him.

"Uh probably around 11 or 12... You can sleep on the couch if you'd like, Netflix is signed in as well." He said.

"Okay got it. Go have a good time. I can handle Julian. Go have fun with your friend."

"Yeah uh sorry I don't leave him much. Julian!! Come say bye." He shouted. Soon the ocean eyed kid came walking into the living room.

"Bye daddy!" He hugged his dad.

"Bye buddy. Be good for y/n." Sebastian kissed his son on the top of the head and left.

"Okay. You have an hour till bedtime how about we got you in jammies and we watch a movie?" You asked.

"Yeah!! Can I pick!"

"Of course!" You smiled as you followed him to his room. "Okay pick your jammies."

"These ones!" He pulled out a pair of Captain America and Winter soldier pajamas. "My daddy is this one." He pointed at one of the characters.

"Woah! That's cool! Need any help?"

"No."

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A tipsy Sebastian came stumbling into the apartment. He tossed his keys in the dish and went to the living room with intent to just crash on the couch. He had forgotten all about you until he saw you asleep with your feet on his coffee table, and Julian sleeping in your lap one of your hands resting gently on his back. Madagascar playing quietly in the background. He smiled, he wasn't sure about leaving Julian with someone other than his mom and step-dad. He's been raising Julian as a single dad since the day Julian was born. His mother passed giving birth. In those seven years, he's never found a woman worthy of him, and definitely not worthy of being his son's mother figure. It could be the lack of trying, or it could be that when he did try the women didn't like sharing his attention with Julian. That's why when he first saw you at his son's school, he didn't walk over.

He thought you were pretty, and wanted to ask you on a date but just couldn't work up the courage. When he did, you were already leaving, with a boy he recognized as his son's best friend. When your sister in law suggested to him you as a babysitter, he took her up on the offer, getting your number from her.

"Oh your back." A quiet voice whispered. He snapped from his thoughts seeing you rubbing your eyes with one hand keeping the other on Julian's back.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Here let me get him." Sebastian stumbled forward still tipsy.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Just go get ready for bed. I'll get him in his bed. And uh could I sleep here tonight on the couch of course. I think I'm to tired to drive." You gently stood before lifting the 7 year old with some struggle.

"Of course." Sebastian yawned before leaving to his bedroom. You smiled going to Julian's room tucking him in before making your way back to the couch and laying down. Sebastian came out a few minutes later but decided not to disturb you once he saw you about to fall asleep.

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You shuffled away to the sound of sizzling on the stove. Looking around you saw Sebastian cooking while Julian sat on the counter talking to his dad about the night before. You yawned alerting the men of your consciousness.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Morning!" Julian said happily.

"Morning. What's cooking?" You asked sitting up.

"Eggs! I'm helping!" Julian exclaimed. You chuckled walking over.

"Okay Jule go get dressed I gotta talk to Y/n." Sebastian helped his son off the counter.

"You got it, Tata."

"Why does he call you tata?" You asked curiously.

"We're Romanian." Sebastian explained.

"Nice. What did you need to talk about?"

"First you need paid... And second I was wondering if I could maybe take you out for dinner sometime?" Sebastian asked nervously.

"Sure, I'd like that." You smiled.

"Daddy!!! Can I have a lollipop in my lunch today?" Julian asked running in breaking up the moment.

"Sure." Sebastian smiled.

"We'll set up times later." You whispered.

———

That day was almost 6 years ago now, you're been married for two years. Looking back you knew your sister in law was playing matchmaker for you. Not that you cared, you met your now husband and the father of your kids, Julian and Grace.

"Mom! Can you help me?" The now 13 year old Julian asked holding his tie. "Dad's busy with Gracie.

"Of course Hun come here.

"Thanks mom." Julian smiled.

"Hey dragoste? Where is Gracie's new bow is?" Your husband shouted.

"I left it with her dress." You explained. Your family was off to a premiere for one of Sebastian's movies.

"Oh! Found it!" He shouted.

"Okay here-" You started helping your son with his tie.

Once Sebastian was done dressing the 1 year old he made his way into the living room where you were just finishing tying Julian's tie.

"There you go. Very handsome." You smiled kissing your son on the forehead. Sebastian loved seeing your relationship with his son grow. He didn't expect that dinner those years ago would've led to this but he sure was glad.

"Tata! Whatcha think?" Julian said noticing his dad.

"You look great!"

"We need a photo! Julian hold you sister for one photo." You said. Sebastian laughed passing Gracie to Julian.

"Okay mom."

This was your family. Sebastian was so happy watching all the mornings you dance around with Julian in the kitchen while making breakfast. He hopes that Julian's birth mother would be proud of how far their family has came.

"Well lets go!"

A/n: halfway through writing this I realize... The actor who plays billy maximoff in wandavision is named Julian as well. 🤣

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Daddy play 'poster - dad corpse husband

Summary: your 3 year old daughter Sofia is such a daddy's girl, so much that she needs to be around corpse when he's streaming.

genre: fluff

Warning: none

Pairing: dad! Corpse husband

Word count: 1k

Author note: e/c= eye color

Blog appropriate for all ages

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission.

Comment and reblogs welcome

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It was never corpse intention to have kids, he liked them but didn't want them when he hit his 20s. He didn't want what happened to him to happen to his kids so he thought maybe not having any would be smart. but the day his little sofia was born all that changed.

She was the light of his life (as long with you). Her cute little smile, and her similar curls, and her unnecessary sass made him so happy more than words could even describe. He started to understand that she was the key to his happiness, the one he's been craving, and he wasn't going to let any of the time he had with her to go to waste.

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Today corpse was going to be streaming with the gang. You already had a day plan with Sofia; watching a movie with her and make some cookies and when all that was over it would be her bedtime.

"hello everyone. I finally have some time to play." He said adjusting himself in his chair and clearing his throat. "How has Sofia and y/n been?" Rae asked.

Corpse smiled at the mention of both of you. Even though you and isabella were from the most part, away from the spotlight, everyone still knew corpse had a little family who he was very proud of.

"they're good. They're having fun without me right now." He mumbled.

"We'll have a quick few games so you can be back to being an amazing Dad." Karl said.

Corpse chuckled, "alright, I like that sound of that."

The lobby started a everyone started playing.

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You and Sofia were in the kitchen making a bunch of cookies. They were all done and it was time to take them out of the oven.

Sofia jumped up and as she watched you pulled the hot tray out of the oven. She was excited about the cookies. "They all done mommy! Yay!"

You chuckled as you placed them on the counter, "I know bubba. Are you excited."

Sofia nodded, her curls bouncing. "Okay, we have to let them cool off and then we can eat them."

Sofia nodded again, "Otay." She walked back into the kitchen and took a seat on the floor with you rummaged through the cabinet in the kitchen.

It started to drawn on Sofia that she hasn't seen her daddy in a few minutes. The 3 year old decided it was time to pay him a little visit.

She looked back at you to see if you were looking. We she noticed you weren't, she made her way down the hallway to corpse's gaming room.

Corpse was very engrossed in the game that he didn't hear the door open. "Guys, I'm not the imposter." He said out.

Sofia walked up to the table, her eyes glued to the screen. "No 'poster." Sofia repeated in her very soft voice compared to her daddy's.

Corpse looked beside him to see Sofia little figure. She was looking at the screen trying to figure out what was going on. He wasn't expecting her.

"oh my gosh, is that Sofia?" Rae squealed out. Corpse chuckled, "yes it is." He pushed his chair out and picked the toddler up, placing her on his lap. "Where's mommy sof?"

Sofia turned around to her daddy, her big e/c filled with happiness. "In kitchen."

She turned back to the computer. Everyone was going crazy in the chat. Corpse smiled to himself as he looked at it.

"I play?" Sofia ask trying to type keys on the keyboard. Corpse quickly pulled her hands away before she type something she wasn't supposed to press.

"this game is very hard okay, it's not for you sof." Sofia turned to him frowning, "that's no fair." She crossed her arms, a little frown upon her face.

Everyone awed And laughed again at the sassy girl.

Corpse sighed and tried to get back into the game.

You were finally done I'm messing with things in the kitchen. You looked up expecting to see Sofia but instead you were left with nothing. You frowned, starting to freak out because it was only one place she will be in – corpse room.

You cursed yourself as you walked down the hallway to corpse's gaming room. The door was slightly open and Sofia's little rambling indicate it she was there.

You push the door open letting yourself in seeing her thing on corpse lap. Corpse turn to You, a shy smile on his face. You felt guilty.

Sofia turned around as well in gasped. "Mommy!" She waved, smiling at you. Corpse mutted his mic before turning to you.

"I'm sorry honey." You said walking up to the desk. Corpse was quick to wave it off, "it's okay. They love her anyways."

Sofia chimed in, "daddy, play 'poster." she said enthusiastically. You chuckled. "He does?"

You picked her up off of his lap, placing her on your hip. "Let's let daddy play 'poster and we go eat cookies, okay?"

Sofia nodded, "oh, otay."

You turned back to corpse. "say bye to daddy." You waved good bye to corpse and so did Sofia.

Corpse laughed as he watched you walk away. He turned his microphone back on catching the last part of Sofia. "I love you daddy!!!"

"I love you too Sofia."

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I hope you liked it. I just wrote this fast

@captainamerica-is-bae

[finnyboywolfhard]

Kiss It, Make It Better

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader 

summary: Y/N craves smoking with someone new, so who better than Steve Harrington. 

A/N: this is based solely on the ‘it’s only marijuana’ line in season three bc i am in love with stoner!Steve 

warnings: drugs <3, cursing, fluff 

word count: 2.4k 

Y/N and Dustin had the routine since Y/N got her license, that once a month they would have a sibling drive, in which they would drive around with the sole intent of getting caught up with one another. Given all the shit they had been through over the past few years, it naturally became their own special form of therapy. The Events of Starcourt on the Fourth of July and the days prior were once again weighing heavily on the two during their first drive since.

“What was it like being drugged?” Dustin asked, his curiosity weaving its way into his voice.

“Weird. It kinda felt like everything was the best thing ever, but it also came at the worst time. It was also weird that it was with Steve Harrington and Robin.”

“Is it like weed?”

“Is it like what?” Y/N knew the answer, it was no, but she had no idea why her little brother was deciding to ask her that in that exact moment.

“When you guys were drugged, I kept asking Steve if he did drugs, and he said that he only did marijuana. I wanted to know if they were comparable. So, is it like weed?”

“First off Dusty, you don’t ‘do’ marijuana, you smoke it. And secondly, I’m not answering that question, you can save that query for Steve.” Steve. Y/N had a lot of thoughts about him, it was interesting to hear about him from the rumors in high school in comparison to how she saw him act regularly. And ever since she started smoking to calm herself down, she has craved smoking with someone other than Robin, maybe Steve was worth a shot.

“Speaking of Steve, he said he might be over a lot over the next few nights while his parents are away, just so you know.”

“Oh? Is he coming tonight?”

“No, not tonight. He isn’t off work till 9 and mom doesn’t want him coming an hour before my dumbass bedtime— I still don’t get why she just NOW gave me a bedtime while you don’t even have a curfew.” Her brother started rambling, but all she could pay attention to was that he was going to be home alone tonight. Would it be that crazy of her to show up after all the trauma they had been through over the past 3 years?

“It’s because I’m legally an adult, so she’s treating me as such, and you’re just going into high school, she wants you to be safe. But okay, guess we’ll just have to see him soon.” The two drove around for a while longer before returning home. As the hours in between past, Y/N glanced towards her bookshelf, in which held a hidden stash of weed. She could always tell her mom she was just going to Robin’s, she would never try to prevent Y/N from seeing Robin.

She walked toward the bookshelf with soft footing, and with a gentle touch she plucked the hard covered book from the shelf. Inside lay two pre rolled joints she bought from her dealer and some bud Murray had snuck her after Hopper’s memorial. She snapped the book closed and tossed the book gently onto her bed. She put on a zip up hoodie and packed a fake sleepover bag. The books spine crackled gently as the cover was opened just enough for her to grab the pre-rolls out and into her pocket.

With backpack slung over her shoulders and her hands tucked securely in her pockets, Y/N strolled casually into the living room where her mother sat, as the minutes ticked quicker and quicker past 9:30–he was definitely home by now.

“Hey mom! Inhope you don’t mind but I’m gonna head over to Robin’s.”

“Oh! Did she call? I didn’t even hear the phone!”

“Oh no! She didn’t!” Y/N let in a gulp, she didn’t think this through. “She asked me a few days ago to come over tonight if I wanted to, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go until a little bit ago.”

“Ah, sounds like you, Do you wanna call her before you head over?” Claudia stood from her seat and began moving and motioning towards the phone.

“No!’ Y/N shrieked at her mother, who turned confusedly towards her. “Her mom goes to bed early and I told her that if I was gonna come it would be between 9 and 10, she assumes I’m coming, but I do really gotta get going.” Y/N glanced nervously at the clock, it was getting later and later and there comes a time where it’s a little uncomfortable to show up. Claudia glanced to the clock as well.

“Okay Y/N/N, you better get going.”

“Bye mom—“

“—Drive safe, be careful, I love you.”

“I love you too mom.” Y/N said as she practically ran to her car. She turned her car on and began the drive towards his house, not even thinking twice about where she was going until the car came to a park in his driveway.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled at herself. She yelled at herself for being weird and for showing up unannounced. She calmed herself down by saying, “who wouldn’t want someone showing up with free weed? Don’t overthink it.” She pulled in a complete, deep breath and walked hesitantly to the door. Three knocks sounded off the door, her breath fluttering ever so slightly as she let her hand fall to her side. Footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the door, stepping closer and closer by the second. The doorknob turned and Y/N’s attention snapped up to meet the gaze of the boy at large.

“Hey Y/N, what’re you doing here?” Steve asked delightfully surprised. Her hand reached inside her pocket to pull one of the two joints. She lifted it from her pockets to where he could see it.

“Got a light?” She asked with a smirk.

After finding a lighter, the two made their way to his backyard. They sat parallel to one another in their chaise chairs. Y/N flicked the lighter a few times before sparking up the first joint of the night. She pulled a large huff in and held it as she passed the joint to Steve. He took in a long drag, holding the joint in front of him to inspect it after he hit it. A few seconds after Y/N had released her hit, Steve started coughing a bunch.

“Jesus Y/N, where the hell did you get this?” Steve said through the gasps for air.

“Good shit, huh?” Y/N joked as she inhaled another hit. The two fell into a rhythm of passing it back and forth as conversation allowed itself to flood the air.

“So what made you come here Y/N?” Steve pondered towards the girl.

“Dusty started asking me about when we were drugged, and apparently you told him you smoked weed. And, as much as I love Robin, I need someone new to smoke with, and you’re not AWFUL to hang out with.” Y/N explained, with sarcasm dripping from the last sentence.

“Wow, I feel so touched. Truly, I feel like the luckiest man alive. THE Y/N Henderson chose ME to smoke with. Best day of my life.” Steve rambled on, matching the sarcastic tone Y/N started with. The two laughed for a bit together, before Y/N spoke through the giggles.

“I am sorry for just showing up, I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“What? Am I that scary?”

“You’re THE King Steve, you’re the coolest, hottest guy at Hawkins. I was so intimidated by your male wiles. I am begging at your feet Steve Harrington.” Y/N mocked other girls she had witnessed in Hawkins. “No you’re not scary, I just couldn’t bring myself to say ‘Hey Steve, want to do some drugs with me?’ on our family phone, it didn’t feel right.” Steve let out a chuckle and a ‘fair enough’. It fell silent for a moment as the joint had its final hits taken from it.

“Why haven’t we hung out before? I mean away from all the traumatizing shit.” Steve asked slowly as he let himself sink down into the chair.

“Different friend groups before it all and then after and during it all, I didn’t and don’t want to impede on you and Dustin’s time. Plus neither of us have asked each other anyway.”

“That’s not true, I invited you to the movies that one day you stopped into scoops alone.”

“Yeah after I had already told you I was babysitting that night, you didn’t even ask to reschedule.”

“Yes I absolutely—didn’t. I didn’t.” Steve said, confidence dissipating. Y/N couldn’t help but focus to each small feature of his face one by one. Sure, she had looked at him but she never looked at him. He really was beautiful.

Jokes and stories were told between the two, laughter and exaggerated stories filled the bubble they put themselves in. In those moments, there was no one else in the world but Steve and Y/N.

“And that’s how Mike Wheeler broke his finger in our backyard.” Y/N let out through a fit of giggles. Steve clutched his stomach as he let himself fall back into the chair from the gut busting laughter Y/N had sent him into. As he got more comfortable, he glanced down at his watch. His eyes bulged at the time.

“Holy shit.” He said flustered, eyes never leaving the watch face.

“What? What time is it?”

“It’s almost 2 A.M.”

“Oh damn…” Y/N said, a dangerously fun smile finding its way to her face. Her hand reached towards the second joint in her pocket. “So this would be of no interest to you?” Steve’s squinted eyes opened just a peep. He let out a long whine.

“I think I’m too high to even move…but that looks so good.” Y/N looked between him and the joint. She noticed space for her to sit on the edge of his chair, and placed herself there. She placed the joint between her lips and gave it a light, waiting for the rolling paper burn down to the weed. From between her lips, she pulled the joint between her fingers and held it gently up to his. He took in a pull, never once releasing eye contact. With each consecutive hit, the distance between them drew closer and closer, eventually leaving their faces merely inches apart. Her fingers were so far back on the joint, they grazed his lips as he took in one of the final hits. Her fingers tingled from his touch. She glanced towards his eyes, his meeting hers already. The air around them went still and quiet. Their eyes were locked on each other, contact never wavering as their bodies moved towards one another like a magnet. His eyes stayed put on hers as his voice fell in the air.

“Give me one more.” Her hand lifted lightly and placed itself at his lips once more. The joint glowed a bright red as he inhaled the smoke. Y/N was so enraptured by his beauty, she didn’t notice the joint burning down to a nub. She watched as a cloud of smoke was blown from his lips and into the sky, before the heat had finally reached her touch.

“Son of a bitch!” She exclaimed as she dropped the roach to the ground. She lifted her fingers to her mouth, attempting to ease the burning feeling. The burn wasn’t bad, just a little redness but it didn’t hurt any less.

“Hey, let me see it.” Steve’s tone was much gentler now as he lifted her hand into his own. He raised her gently by her wrist to examine the burnt fingers. He delicately placed the burnt fingers to his lips and gave them a tiny little kiss.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He whispered, just barely audible to her ears. That’s what was so shocking about Steve, his heart was so filled with love and care. He did his best to make everyone feel protected, even if his popular guy persona overshadowed it at times.

“How are you so perfect?” Her voice came out quietly. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at her once more and without much thought, he closed the distance. The kiss was gentle and loving, but clearly stoked by passion. His lips upturned into a smile. She leaned back and traced her fingers across her lips. Just to make sure she didn’t imagine it, she pulled the boy towards her by the collar and planted one more kiss on him—and she noted that he kissed back with the same fervor.

“I have a crush on you Steve Harrington.” She said, hiding her blushing face from the boy. He turned her face towards him as he confessed,

“I’ve had a crush on you for like 3 months.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.” He said, his thumb gently grazing her cheek.

“Why?”

“Dustin talks about you enough, and I—uh I remembered all the times you’ve kicked ass over the past few years and it just kinda…happened. Who wouldn’t want someone as smart, badass, and beautiful as you?” He rambled our haphazardly, a blush forming across his cheeks as well.

“Steve…”

“Oh god, that was embarrassing, am I blushing? I feel like I’m blushing. fuck me.” Steve started rambling.

“Hey! It’s not embarrassing, it’s cute.” Y/N explained, but it didn’t seem to help. An idea flashed in her mind. “Oh no! You are so embarrassing, I am embarrassed. Ew, guess I

I’ll just have to close my eyes! I hope that embarrassing Steve Harrington doesn’t kiss me!” The sarcastic tone from earlier returning once more. A chuckle bubbled past Steve’s lips. He once more laid one on her, this time—a little bit more passionate than the past.

Y/N nuzzled herself into Steve’s side on the small beach chair they were on. The air sat comfortably still in that moment, the two reeling from the overwhelming emotions they had just felt. Quiet giggles pierce the air as Y/N studies her fingers.

“It worked.” She said matter of factly.

“What worked?”

“After you kissed it, I haven’t thought about it since. You made it better.” Y/N spoke melodically. Steve planted a kiss to the top of her head and pulled her closer in to him.

“Kiss it, make it better.” He repeated once more.

[harryhoney-bee]

Hey bub!! I love your writing. I don’t know if your taking any requests or anything but if you are, could you write a little blurb about Harry and Y/N little girl having tantrums all day since she’s in her terrible twos age? Then at the end of the day Y/N and Harry finally settle her down and just cuddle on the couch and spend quality time with each other. Hope your having a great day/night. Love ya 🥰❤️

hi baby! Sorry, I took so long to answer you, but here it is, hope you like it. Love you, hope you had a good day <3

Word count: 1.3K

“(Y/n), could you please take her,” Asked Harry with a tired tone, Maya, the two-year-old on his arm, pout already placed in her angelical face, ready for another tantrum. “I need to answer emails and she just keeps screaming, I already tried giving her toys.”

It’s been like that all day, the phase of the terrible two was tiring, Maya was the sweetest baby, but sometimes she could just drop down on the floor, having full meltdowns because she didn't get to watch tv before bed. The past few months Maya’s been challenging (Y/n) and Harry at every second, she would find a reason to fight her parents no matter what.

If they didn’t let her run around naked? She would scream her lungs out. If they didn’t let her eat candy before dinner? She would lay down on the floor crying.

Of course, they were not bending to her wishes, (Y/n) more than anyone else was determined to teach Maya that she couldn’t and wouldn’t get things her way, normally Harry was the calmer one when it came to Maya’s tantrum, telling (Y/n) to take a breath while he talked to the girl, but even now Harry was annoyed, and that tells a lot about how stubbornly Maya was acting.

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath, it’s almost bedtime.” Said (Y/n) in an excited voice, trying another round of crying, she took Maya in her arms at the same time the girl started screaming.

“No bedtime, I want daddy.” Her little arms were fussing on (Y/n)’s body, trying not to be held. (Y/n) hated when this happened, she was her kid, why wouldn’t she want to spend time with her?.

The situation wasn't easy for Harry either, his eyes softened the moment he heard Maya calling for him.

“Maya, princess, you have to go with mommy now,'' cooed him, putting her curly hair behind her ear. “ Mommy is so fun, you love bathing with her.” Harry met (Y/n)’s eyes, a quiet 'im sorry’. He knows (Y/n) felt hurt whenever Maya rejected her like that.

“It’s just a phase” He would say, trying to smooth this wife out.

"I will even put bubbles baby! Let's go, say bye to daddy," (Y/n) smiled, looking at her daughter's face, no pout in it, just a smile.

"Bubbles, mommy?" Asked the girl, happiness in her eyes, she always loved bubble baths. "Can we play with Nemo too?"

"Of course!" Nemo was her rubber fish creatively named by harry.

"Bye angel, daddy will read you a story later," Said Harry, kissing Maya's hair and winking at (Y/n).

When they found a smart way to manage Maya's tantrums they would always wink at each other, a way to say 'we are a team and we did it!'

(Y/n) brought the little girl to the bathroom while Harry went to his office to finish his work, in a peaceful place now that Maya wasn't with him.

Since they had Maya the couple almost couldn't spend time alone, they were always working at each other's offices in the house, trying to keep the little girl entertained.

Today was one of the days they barely spoke, the day was chaotic and Maya was fussy, hopefully, they would get some alone time later.

"The water is warm baby, come on," (Y/n) placed the little girl in the bath, giving her Nemo, while also handing her other small toys so she could stay still while (Y/n) washed her beautiful hair.

"Mommy, I want the bunny book." Said the girl while splashing water around, (Y/n) splashed some on her back, making the girl laugh.

"When daddy is done he's gonna read it to you, don't worry, angel." She was almost done with her hair, a few more minutes and she would be squeaky clean, maybe (Y/n) could let her play some extra minutes to tire her out so that she would sleep more easily.

Maya was so cute when she was playing. At the moment she was doing a fish race with all of her toys, (Y/n) saw that her eyes were getting heavy. Harry was probably almost done so it was time to dry Maya's hair and put her in new pajamas.

"We are all done, Maya," said (Y/n) with a pink towel in hand, ready to wrap the girl from the cold. "Let's get out and put on some warm clothes."

The moment (Y/n) said those words, Maya started crying

"No! I don't wanna." Said the girl, not letting (Y/n) take her off the tub. "Wanna stay here.”

(Y/n) really didn't have the patience to deal with her anymore. "Maya, stop it, there is a time for everything, and now it's time to get ready for bed."

At the same time Maya started crying harder, Harry appeared at the door.

"Hey, what's wrong, why is she crying again?." Asked Harry, looking from one girl to another.

"Well, your child is being very difficult right now." Whispered (Y/n) to Harry so Maya wouldn't hear her.

"My child, huh?" Asked Harry playfully. "Why don't you go downstairs and turn on Netflix and I’ll take care of her, she must be tired." He suggested kissing his wife forehead, trying to calm her down.

"Are you sure? I can he–"

"No, love, you can go, me and Maya are gonna read some stories right, Maya?"

At the mention of her name Maya stopped crying, she looked at Harry with teary eyes. "The bunny book, daddy?"

"Yes, the bunny book, but only if you apologize to mommy for being stubborn," He said, taking Maya off the bathtub and putting the towel around her body.

"I'm sorry mommy," mumbled the girl looking down, now in Harry's arms, her little curls all over the place.

"It's alright baby, mommy loves you so much." (Y/n) gave her a kiss on her wet cheek. "Now daddy's gonna get you ready and you will read the bunny story!" Cheered (Y/n) to the little girl, who smiled back.

"Let's go to your room, princess," Harry said, now looking at (Y/n), winking at her. "And I'll see you downstairs."

And with that Harry left the bathroom with Maya in his arms, (Y/n) decided to brush her teeth while she was in the bathroom and go down to the living room.

She turned the TV on, putting on a nice and light movie while she laid down, waiting for Harry, a big and soft duvet wrapped around her body. The night was a bit chilly so she couldn't wait to feel Harry's warm body against her.

"So you started the movie without me, how rude," (Y/n) heard Harry saying from behind her, his voice soft, "Not even Caesar was betrayed like that."

He sat on her side, putting his arm around her shoulder bringing her closer, his finger gently caressing her skin.

"It's Nothing Hill, Harry, you know all the lines," Teased (Y/n), placing her head on his shoulder. "How was Maya? I didn't hear a peep, so I guess everything was okay?'

"Yes, she went down without a fight. After page 2 she was snoring just like her mom." Laughed Harry mirroring (Y/n) and putting the duvet around his body, holding his wife's hips so she could straddle him.

"I don't snore!" (Y/n) protested a pout on her face. "Neither do Maya."

"Be real baby, you snore, but it's ok because I love all the sounds you make," said Harry suggestively, biting her lips softly.

"Oh I love this part,'' said Harry suddenly, fixing his eyes on the TV. (Y/n) didn't care to move her head, letting it rest on her husband's chest.

"Tired baby? Don't wanna watch it?" Asked Harry, stroking her hair, his other hand on her back.

"Yes, but you can watch, I’m just gonna take a nap." Whisper (Y/n) against Harry's body. "I’m sorry, I know it's been some time since we don't spend quality time–"

"Don't be silly, love whenever moment I spend with you is amazing, ok? Go take a nap, today was a hard day."

(Y/n) did as she was told, slowly drifting to sleep at the background noise of the tv.

[anders-hawke]

omgggg i just got a fic idea you may like. what about chinga au where emily is alive but scully still decides to go on vacation alone because she needs alone time. so mulder takes care of emily on the weekend and scully has now not one but two clingy babies calling her everytime an hour passes 🥺. sending it to you bc you rock doing emily fics, you can do it or not, do whatever you want <3.

omg that’s so cute!!!!! Scully being all like -_- because Emily’s constantly wanting to play while her mom’s trying to take a bath, and Mulder keeps calling right when she’s trying to sleep and she’s like you two can do that to each other now, mom needs a vacation. anyways, on a more serious note, i didn’t actually keep the plot of chinga in the fic because i didn’t want to get off track with blending the au with the episode lol. but they’re very clingy. and there’s msr. <3

Vacation

The first time she gets a call is when she’s at the airport. “Mulder, what is it?”

“I can’t find the Goldfish. Scully, where the hell are the Goldfish?”

She sighs heavily. “They should be in the pantry. Check behind the cereals.”

“Ah! Found it! Thanks.”

“Mhm. Bye, Mulder. I’m on vacation. Don’t spoil Em too much while I’m gone.”

He laughs and it makes her heart flutter. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

—

The second time is when Scully’s refuelling  the convertible she rented. “Mulder...?” she asks, her voice smoothly climbing higher as she says her partner’s name.

“Hi, Scully.”

“What’s happened this time?”

Mulder clears his throat. “A certain pumpkin is throwing a fit because I don’t know how to do a French braid.”

“Just braid her hair and tell her it’s French. She won’t know the difference.”

He fake gasps. “Dana Katherine! Are you suggesting that I lie?”

“Hey, I’m on vacation. I’m no one’s mom. FBI partner? No siree.”

“Duly noted.”

“I’m turning off my phone, Mulder. You’ll be fine. Just improvise. I trust you.”

“The Mulder family may have genetic muster but we sorely lack in the fatherhood department.”

“Oh, that’s not true. You’re great with kids. Need I remind you that Emily absolutely idolizes you?”

“That’s because she sees how you gaze at me, Scully.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, a blush taking up residence on her cheeks. “I do not.”

“Mhm. Believe whatever you want. The kid doesn’t lie.”

Scully laughs at that and wrenches the pump out of the car. “You must not know my daughter, then. I’ve caught her lying about you coming over in the middle of the night and putting her back to sleep.” Mulder just hums at that. “I’m hanging up now. For real. I don’t want to miss my reservation.”

“Alright. But the pumpkin wants to say hello.”

“Hand it over, then.”

After a second: “HI, MOMMY!”

“Settle down there, Em. Inside voice, remember?”

“Sowwy. I’m excited because Mul’er’s giving me a F’ench bwaid!”

“Wow! Look, pumpkin, I have to go. I’ll call you later to say goodnight, okay?”

“Okay!”

—

As promised, Scully calls home around Emily’s bedtime. It goes smoothly until it’s just her and Mulder. She’s soaking in a bubble bath, classical music drifting in from the speaker in the main room. “How’s your vacation so far, Scully?”

She snorts and sips her wine. “Pretty well. My bed has a high thread count, the bathroom’s stocked with bubble bath, and there’s no one begging me to watch Barbie movies with her or chase cryptids with him. Although, I do admit that those activities can be fun when relatively infrequent.”

Mulder hums in response. “So, what are you doing right now? Reading a book in those silk pajamas you never bring into the field?”

Scully laughs and takes a gulp of her wine. “I’m taking a bath. It has jets, Mulder. Jets. I splurged.”

“Good for you.” It’s hard to tell through the phone, but it sounds like his voice changed slightly.

She shakes her head and tells herself she’s just hearing things. “Well, goodnight, Mulder.”

After a pregnant moment, sounding a bit dejected: “Night, Scully.”

She bites her lip. “I’ll be back soon. It’s just the weekend.”

“I know,” he says, letting out a depressed laugh. “It’s like you’re a phantom limb, though.”

“It’s been twelve hours,” Scully whispers.

“Feels like years.” She debates admitting something she’s kept close to her chest but his pre-words intake of breath stops her. “I’ll let you go now.”

“Okay. See you soon, Mulder.”

“Yeah.”

—

The third call happens early on Sunday morning: Scully’s woken up at eight o’clock by her phone ringing, and she fumbles across the large bed to the table beside it, flipping open her phone with a terse, “Hello?”

“Hi, Mommy!”

“Emily?”

“I took Mul’er’s phone ‘cause I miss you. It had your work name on it so I clicked it and I called you!”

Scully pushes herself up to a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Where’s Mulder, sweetie.”

“He’s sleeping on the couch. He left the TV on, Mommy. I thought you said no TV before bed?”

“Mulder’s a big boy, baby. He can watch TV before bed if he wants.”

“I thought you said I’m a big girl?”

“Well, honey, Mulder’s a lot bigger than you, right? He’s a very big boy. He drives a car and has a job.”

“When can I drive a car?”

“When you’re seventeen.”

“But that’s so far away, Mommy!” she whines.

“I know. Pumpkin, I need you to give Mulder back his phone and wait for him to get up, okay?” Silence. “Emily?”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, she took my phone while I was sleeping, I—”

“Mulder! God, no, it’s fine! Did she give it back to you?”

“Yeah, yeah, she did. I saw her with my phone when I woke up just now.” Mulder lets out a laugh. “She said I shouldn’t watch TV before bed.”

Scully hums. “Well, she’s not wrong...”

“She’s sure as hell your daughter through and through, Scully.”

She grins and tries to tamp down on the fluttering of her heart. “I’ll let you go, then. I’m sure Emily is none too happy that she didn’t get to say goodbye.”

“Should I let her?”

Scully pauses for a moment. “No, I think that would be sufficient punishment for using your phone without permission.”

“Sounds good. Love you.” Immediately after the words exit his mouth, Mulder inhales sharply. “I mean—”

“No, it’s fine—” she attempts, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I’ll just hang up—”

“Yeah. Love you, too.” And then the call is ended, and Scully is blushing profusely.

—

She spends the morning around town and even makes it down to the beach, but her mind isn’t on her surroundings. Scully can’t stop thinking about her and Mulder’s accidental confessions over the phone and has to stop herself from calling. She’ll be home around six. It’ll do them both a world of good to sit with it and think.

By the time she arrives back at her apartment, she’s resolved to sweep the matter under the rug as long as Mulder doesn’t make any moves. As a result, Scully’s wholly unprepared for the sweeping kiss he gives her after striding over to her.

Emily giggles and says, “Ew!” making both the adults break into laughter.

“I do love you, you know,” Mulder says.

Scully grins and cups his cheeks. “And I love you, too.”