#that's some brother and sister shit right there

[baocean]

no rest for the wicked

chapter one - my sisters dead and my brother’s a murderer

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it didn’t feel like sarah had died. you felt angry, scared, betrayed, not numb. you didn’t feel nothing.

since you had been able to remember, you had felt the same way she did. you weren’t identical, sometimes people were even surprised to find out you were twins. you didn’t know how or why it happened. but when sarah was upset, the same looming feeling fell over you. when sarah had a headache, so did you. when sarah broke her leg in the third grade, suddenly your right leg started hurting too.

you didn’t feel like sarah had died, but maybe you never would. you couldn’t wrap your mind around the thought.

you were there when your dad was told the boat sarah and john b were escaping on had flipped during a storm.

you could only remember croaking, “she’s gone?”. the rest you had blacked out, couldn’t remember it at all.

the rest of your family was grieving, processing that sarah had died. you were still waiting for her to walk through the door, asking to borrow one of your tops or for you to braid her hair.

she was the one you would turn to when things got shitty in your house, when rafe started acting like…rafe again.

you couldn’t put your pain on your already grieving little sister, you hated rose, and you didn’t want to go anywhere near your brother or dad.

you couldn’t tell your friends of the events that had gone down.

you’d been huddled in your room for a week. you hadn’t spoken to anyone in a week.

at least, until rafe hauled into your room. saying something about the sheriff’s office, going to provide a statement.

you flinched whenever he came near you, the sight of him murdering someone putting a sort of strain on your relationship.

he and you had been close before, probably closer than you and sarah. there was a three year difference between the him and you girls, but it didn’t matter. he was your best friend, brother, bodyguard all in one. no one messed with you, simply because you were rafe’s little sister. he was your best friend, crazy antics and all. until crazy antics turned into homicide.

all you felt was anger and fear towards him. he had no right. sure, you didn’t particularly want sarah running off with john b and taking the gold, but there were other ways to solve it. he didn’t have to end someone’s life because of it.

you sat in the backseat of your dad’s car, your brother and him chatting along like nothing bad had happened.

you silently sat in the car, silently waited to give your statement, one your dad made you rehearse after you watched the bullet go into peterkin’s body and kill her.

that was the last time you saw your sister. quite a traumatizing twenty four hours, you’d say.

you told ward and rafe you’d walk home, too much to bare being around them any more.

it was a nice walk home, the birds chirping and the sound of the waves hitting the rocks. it was a nice walk, until jj pulled up next to you in the twinkie. you flinched.

“yn?” he called out the window.

you hadn’t seen him since that day on the tarmac. you hadn’t spoken to him in two weeks, he was too busy chasing gold to find some bathroom or dark room to pull you into.

everyone knew everyone on this island. you’d known jj and his friends since you were little kids. not that you ever spent your time together or anything, just knew of them.

you’d like to think the two of you were civil, at best, until rafe found out he kind of liked to beat the shit out of john b and his friends.

so for a while, people genuinely steered clear of any place they knew you and jj would be at, because it always ended the same way, yelling and fighting.

sarah, God bless her, used that to her advantage. just let jj wander around tannyhill until someone caught him while she dug around in rafe’s drawers.

you had found him messing with the trinkets in the front hall, ripping him a new one almost immediately. you must have just caught each other on a bad day, because an hour later you were throwing jj his shorts and pulling your bikini back on.

“don’t tell anyone about this.” you threw his way, he just smirked.

“trust me, i wasn’t planning on it.”

you’d think that was the only time, that you guys just needed to get it out of your system. but you didn’t stop after that. quite frankly, you didn’t want to, but you weren’t going to admit that anytime soon. so the cycle continued, sneaking over after dark or slipping away from whatever gathering you were both at.

and then, jj watched your brother kill someone, watched you cower in fear as your dad pulled you away, as you cried, as you did nothing about it.

right now, you didn’t want to deal with that. didn’t want to face him after what you both witnessed. so, you kept walking.

“you okay?” he asked, calling out again. you nodded your head, but that was all.

“yn, are you all right?” the twinkie pulled to the side of the road in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

jj got out of the car, slamming the car door and fixing his hat as he walked over to you.

“seriously, are you good? you’re starting to scare me.” he stepped in front of you.

“my sister’s dead and my brother’s a murderer, how do you think i feel?” you threw your arms up in defeat. “just leave me alone.”

“look, listen. i’m sorry about sarah, you know i am. if there’s anything i can do, really. but, you know who killed peterk-”

“jj! i’m fucking serious, leave me alone! sarah is dead! she’s dead! and you probably had some part in it. i want nothing to do with you.” you snapped, yelling in his face.

he stood there for a second, stunned. he’d heard you yell at him before, hell, you’ve screamed in his face more times than he could count. but you’ve crossed a line on this one.

“my best friend died too? you know that right? you’re not the only one grieving. and rafe…your fucking brother killed someone! who’s side are you even on?” jj yelled back, pointing a finger at you.

you shook your head and gave a weak smile. of course jj wouldn’t understand. rafe was bad, but he needed help. real help. you couldn’t do anything about it, partially because no one in your family would let you, partially because you didn’t want to.

jj looked at you for another second, then shook his head and stormed back to the twinkie, slamming the door and speeding off.

it wasn’t for another week, when your friends dragged you to a party, that you saw him again.

the boneyard was a popular pogue spot, not a place for kooks, nor were they usually invited.

your friend malia got invited by the boy she was seeing, who then mysteriously disappeared half way through the night.

your two other friends saw some girls they went to middle school with, deciding to leave you alone.

you didn’t want to come to this party, anyways. malia had practically dragged you out of bed, disregarding any argument you made in the process.

jj was across the beach, staring daggers into you over his cup.

you used to spend a lot of nights like this, secretly looking at each other all night, then conveniently heading home at the same time. ending up in some bathroom or locked bedroom at the chateau, then going back to hating each other the next day.

he was sat with his friends, kie giving you a look just as hostile, pope giving you one of sympathy.

you sat on a log, swirling a full cup of alcohol and juice in your hand. you weren’t in the mood to drink.

a boy, a tall brunette, came and sat next to you. gave you a poor attempt of sympathies about your sister, you wanted to roll your eyes.

twenty minutes later, he’s trying to get you to go somewhere ‘quieter’, even if half the beach has been abandoned by now.

you stood up, ready to leave him sitting there, but the guy shot up too.

“why don’t we get outta here? my place isn’t far.” he spoke, smooth like butter. sounded more like nails on a chalkboard to you.

“i’d rather shoot myself.” you dead panned, nodding your head along with your words.

“you’re a little firecracker aren’t you?” he laughed, and you gave him a look that rang ‘you’re a complete joke’.

the guy took a step close, trying to pull you in and run a hand up your side.

on instinct, you put his hands on his shoulders, your knee came in contact with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. it was a little ‘party trick’, as rafe called it, one he taught you a few years ago.

he was knocked back for a second, anger flashing in his eyes, taking two steps toward you.

curling your hand into a fist, you watched as he got closer, waiting for the perfect moment.

“get the fuck away from her, max.”

‘ahhh max, that’s his name’ you thought. you turned to look at jj, who had appeared at your side without making a sound.

max put his hands up in defense, giving you one last look. he turned, walking away, accompanied by a small limp, to presumably find another victim.

you turned to the blond, shaking your head. “i didn’t need you to do that. i can handle myself.”

“oh really?” he chuckled, looking away for only a second before turning back to you.

“i would have broke his fucking nose,” you gave him an innocent, sweet smile, “so yes, i can handle myself.”

“jeez, you really are a firecracker.” he’s chuckling again, and you’re thinking of breaking his nose instead of max’s.

���i thought i was rafe cameron jr?” you tipped your head to the side. the name tasted sour in your mouth. you knew jj called you that as an insult, but now it really was something to be ashamed of.

you let him look down at you all guilty, then stepping around him.

“wait. wait, okay i gotta tell you something. something big.” jj grabbed your arm, pulling his phone out with the other hand.

he tapped a few buttons, then showed the text messages between him and the unknown number, a picture of your sister and her boyfriend attached.

“they’re alive, yn,” jj mumbled, “they’re in the bahamas.” you were trying to listen, but the ringing in your ears was so loud you barely heard him.

tears were pricking your eyes instantly, knees wobbly. you wouldn’t let jj maybank, of all people, see you like this. you turned away from him, face scrunching up as you cried.

you didn’t believe it for a moment, believing this was some sick joke jj was pulling on you. but you turned to take another look at the photo, seeing the outfit sarah was wearing, your top, the same one she was wearing when she had gone missing.

“hey, hey this is a good thing. sarah’s alive.” jj put a hand on your shoulder.

“when did you find out?” you asked him.

“this morning, at school.”

“oh my god.” you mumbled.

jj hung his head, fidgeting with the cap on his head. he was at a loss for words, not sure how to comfort you.

“oh my god, i have to go home and tell my dad.” you muttered, going to take a step around him.

“yea, let your psychopath brother know that sarah’s alive. great idea, yn.” jj shook his head.

“i’m sorry? do you want me to keep the fact my sister isn’t dead a secret?” you recoiled, chuckling in between words.

“yeah, actually. until we figure out what’s going on.”

“fuck you. my dad can help get them home.”

jj just scoffed. “okay, sweetheart.”

“don’t call me that.” you snapped at him, giving him a look.

“thought you liked it?” jj’s smirk made you re-consider punching him in the face. you just found out your dead sister wasn’t dead, and he was making a sex joke.

your loose presence of self control kind of reminded you of rafe. you two were the ones who were always compared to each other growing up. never you and sarah, never you and wheezie, always ‘you and rafe act so similar, it’s scary’. sarah would pick flowers for your mother and have lemonade stands for the neighborhood. you and rafe got into fights and defied authority any chance you got.

and with the thought of rafe, the memory of sheriff peterkin bleeding out flashed behind your eyes. you didn’t want to become that. you were sure you couldn’t, but your anger resembled rafe’s a little too much. so, instead, you scoffed and left jj standing there.

two days later, your brother and your dad left for the bahamas. they wouldn’t tell you anything about why they were going or what they planned on doing there.

the day after that, your abdomen started to hurt.

a/n - desperately feeding into the sisters are your best friend trope bc i have brothers 😔 anyways short chapter i promise there’s better one’s being plotted on as i type this

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[ravennaortiz]

hello! could i please request a yandere/dark!Juice with younger!fem!reader and the quote “I claimed you with this tattoo.”? i was thinking maybe reader is Jax’s younger, innocent sister and Juice drugs her and gets Happy to give the reader Juice’s giant crow on her backside (like a ‘tramp stamp’, how Tara’s was). and maybe she wakes up, sees it in the mirror and Juice is so happy, he’s ready to tell everyone that you’re officially his. he also definitely would want to start making babies with you asap. please feel free to change anything or let me know if it’s too dark! thank you SOOO much! ❤️

Summary: Juice and readers developing relationship. While they are both very much truly in love with one another Juice is manipulative. Readers age is not mentioned but she is over 18.

Warnings: As always 18+. Toxic Relationship/power dynamics, coercing, drugging. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Please proceed with care.

You Love Me. Right?

“You wanted to see me?” you called peeking your head in the doorway of the clubs meeting area. Noting Chibs and your brother sitting at the table.

“Yeah, come in and take a seat” stated Jax as he motioned for you to join them. Once you were seated Jax spoke.

“I just wanted to check in about you and Juice. I’ve noticed a lot of flirting, you two seem to be getting closer than friends now.  While I’m not trying to tell you what to do, cause you are over eighteen. I just want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into here. You don’t have a whole lot of dating experience and shit” he stated as he eyed you closely, noting the redness in your cheeks as you looked away from him. “Last night the little stunt with the prospect seemed to stem from you wanting to make Juice jealous. Am I wrong?”

“No” you replied quietly. Your mind replayed the night before. You had shot your shot with Juice and he had while nicely still turned you down talking about the age difference and your lack of experience. You were devastated because you thought the two of you were on the same page. You had fled the clubhouse in embarrassment and spent a good amount of time crying in the office at the garage. Once you had calmed down you had returned and drunk yourself into a happier state as you danced with the new prospect before letting him kiss you and maneuver you to the dorm hallway after seeing Juice with a crow eater on his lap. You had figured two could play at this game. The events after got a little blurry but Juices growled words of shes mine as he loomed over the prospect as Jax and Chibs pulled him back were engraved on your soul.

Jax rubbed his face as he looked at Chibs. The latter who just shrugged his shoulders. The two of them had already talked with Juice earlier. Jax had wanted to kick his ass for even thinking of laying claim to his baby sister but Chibs had been a voice of reason. You were both adults and both consenting. While Jax could disapprove he couldn’t really stop you from dating each other. Juice had been honest in his feelings for you to them. He was willingly to commit and not step out. He was madly in love with you and had even asked if he could offer you his crow which had taken Jax for surprise. He had been hesitant but had agreed as long as you were fully on board. Which is why he wanted to talk with you first.

“So you like him then?” inquired Jax. Once you had nodded Jax spoke again. “As your older brother I just want to protect you. I never want to see you hurt in anyway. If pursuing a relationship with Juice is something you want then I won’t stop that. I just want you to really think through each step before saying yes. Dating a club member is different than dating some guy you went to school with and such. You understand what I am saying?”

“I do, yeah.” You replied as you looked back up at him smiling. “I really really like him Jax. He is so sweet and always watches out for me. He’s perfect” you gushed as you clamped your hands in your lap.

Three Months Later

You and Juice were cuddling on his bed after sex. Your head buried in his chest as he traced the curve of your spine with his fingers. “So, what do you think about getting my crow now babe?” he murmured as he kissed the top of your head, fingers tracing your lower back now. His mind picturing the crow splayed across your skin, staking claim, marking you as his.

“I don’t know. I worry its too soon” you murmured as you nervously bit your lower lip. While you wanted the tattoo, you were still worried about having something so permanent on your skin.

Juice frowned as he continued to stroke your soft flesh. “You want it though. Right?” he inquired as he used his other hand to lift your chin so he could see your face.

“Of course.” You replied with a nod. “I’m just worried about the pain and what happens if we don’t work out?”

“I love you and you love me. Right?” replied Juice softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he smiled as you. Once you nodded he spoke again. “Then we are going to work out. It’s you and me babe. Forever” replied Juice as he leaned down to kiss you.

Juice whistled as he played around with his laptop. He had finally got enough recordings to put together a phone call from you to Happy letting him know you wanted the crow tattoo that Juice had sent him when you two first got together. He had wanted to talk to you first to make sure you understood the commitment and stuff since you were be sedated. Checking the cameras he saw you were still in the tub relaxing. He felt his pants start to tent as his eyes roamed your body before he shook himself from the distraction.  Clicking another button had a ringing in his headphones as he listened in on the call between Happy and the voice recordings. A few minutes later he was shutting his laptop after confirming the appointment for tomorrow. You would be marked and claimed in more than one way he thought as a alarm went off on his phone. He smiled as he glanced at it before clearing it away.

“Peak Ovulation”

Next Day

“Yuck” you stated as you spat out your drink making Juice frown.

“Not good?” he inquired casually.

“I’m not sure. It’s like salty almost and grainy” you replied as you held your glass out for him to take a sip.

“Oh yeah. That’s off let me go make you another” he replied before disappearing into the kitchen. “Here you go love” he stated as he handed you a new drink. “Better” he asked as he watched you take a drink. Once you nodded he grinned before collapsing back on the couch and starting the movie. You smiled as he pulled you into him, your head resting on his shoulder.

You felt groggy and like your back was on fire. A weird buzzing filled your ears as well as the murmur of voices. You must have fallen asleep on the couch you thought as you struggled to open your eyes. Blinking rapidly as you tried to open them you were confused as you saw yourself. Well your reflection in a large floor length mirror. Blinking more you saw Juice and Happy. Frowning you tried to speak but couldn’t get anything out. As your eyes focused more you recognized Happys tattoo shop and your stomach flipped as you saw in another mirror your shirt was off as he worked on a tattoo on your lower back.

“What’s happening” you croaked out as you started crying startling both men. Happy frowned and immediately pulled the tattoo gun away from you as you started moving. Shooting Juice a look of suspicion.

“She’s just in pain, sedatives are wearing off cause your taking too long” offered Juice as he moved to the front of you cupping your face gently. “Shh its okay baby girl. You’re getting my crow like you wanted. Remember we talked about it last night and you called Happy and set this up?” he inquired smoothly as he caressed your cheeks gently, brushing away the tears.

“I…i…. forgot” you murmured as you struggled to recall this. Juice wouldn’t lie to you.

“It’s okay. I love you and you love me. Right? That’s why I claimed you with this tattoo” Juice continued as you nodded. “So you are going to be a good girl for me right and let Hap finish?”

“Yes, I’m good Happy. Thank you” you replied as Juice kissed your forehead before nodding to Happy to finish up.

That night you were laying naked on Juices bed as he gently dried you off from your shower. “Want a back rub” he asked as he grabbed your lotion form the nightstand and poured some on your back making you shiver.

“Please” you groaned as he started to gently knead your flesh. An hour later you were a moaning mess, fisting the sheets as he pumped his fingers in and out of your soaking core. Taking you to the edge but never letting you go over. Your mind was heavy and fuzzy with lust, body tight with the need for release.

“Want something pretty girl” chuckled Juice as he held your hips as you tried pushing them back to find his fingers again.

“You. Juice please” you whined as you turned to look at him over your shoulder panting with need.

“Now�� questioned Juice as he pulled his sweats down letting his cock bob in the air before resting on your ass as he leaned over you kissing the middle of your back.

“Now” you demanded as you moved under him making him groan as his cock rubbed between your cheeks, spreading his precum across your skin. His fingers were on the drawer of your nightstand when he grinned at your next sentence.

“Fuck me Juice. Now I can’t take this anymore” you demanded as you raised your hips up under him.

“As you wish babygirl” he murmured as he leaned back and notched his leaking tip at your dripping core. With a quick snap of his hips you were both moaning as your soft walls fluttered and milked him. Gripping your hips roughly he pounded you into the mattress as you moaned his name. Heart pounding as your orgasm washed over you quickly. Your vision tunneling as you saw stars and electricity coursed through you. Fists clenching the sheets tightly as you tried to get away from the over whelming amount of pleasure going through you Juice thrusted into you a few more times before turning sloppy as he started pouring hot ropes of cum into you.

Something felt different. Wrong. You had never felt this after sex with Juice before. Your heart was pounding for more than one reason now. Your hands clenching the bed sheet even tighter as tears prickled at your lash line. No you thought as you felt the weight on top of you shift. "Juice" you stated quietly.

"Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to" soothed Juice as he pulled from you some more. His eyes locked on the space where your bodies met. Grinning as his cock twitched again pouring more of his release inside of you. He was already picturing you with a swollen belly and tits. How beautiful you would look as you carried all of his babies. He would keep you filled he though before the sounds of you crying pulled him from his thoughts.

“Why did you cum in me. I’m not ready for a baby” you sobbed as you struggled to get out from under him.

Juice felt his heart aching at your words. He had hurt you and he hadn’t meant for that to happen. “Baby I’m sorry, we got carried away. I just wanted to give you want you wanted. I was going to but you said now. My brain short circuited. I know it’s a lame ass excuse. You have to trust me it was an accident” he soothed as he pulled you into his arms, tuning you over and holding you tight so you couldn’t get away. He rocked you as you cried until you had calmed down some.

He was right. You had told him now and its not like you hadn’t wanted to have sex. These things happened you thought to yourself as you let him soothe you. Tears falling on your forehead caught you off guard making you look up into his face full of sorrow and remorse as his own tears fell.

“Please forgive me” he begged as he held you tighter.

“Its okay” you replied as you kissed him.

“Thank you.” He replied as he pulled from your lips. “Besides what happens happens. Because I love you and you love me. Right?”

“Right” you replied as you smiled.

A year later

“Another one? Damn I just got used to being an uncle” laughed Jax as you and Juice sat on his couch as he unwrapped the announcement gift you had brought him. You both laughed as you looked at each other.

“What can I say he love me and I love him” you stated.

[tuesday-teyz]

I wonder what the BR! Characters would think of their DSMP counterparts? (all separated from the creators ofc)

uhhh suicide mention tw for the c wil part Theseus would probably have a negative gut reaction but be waaay jealous of his more lively counterpart (I mean assuming it’s not the arcs where c!tommy is more serious). He’s like “you have NO titles and NO land” and then gets promptly smacked across the face /j

C!techno would be incredibly offended (government go brrr).

C!Phil isn’t as good as a person as the fandom makes him out to be but he would still have some choice words for br!phil.

C!kristin (she’s canon to the dsmp right??) would be standing in an empty room.

I think br!purpled and c!purpled are pretty similar. Maybe the latter is a little more morally gray.

c!Wilbur would… really hate him? I mean Br!Wilbur reminds one of the Lmanburg era a lot, AND then the whole thing with how he treated Theseus. C!Wilbur is far from being a saint but he was never abusive towards Tommy in canon. He never actually wanted to kill anyone besides himself (and Schlatt, as shown in the stream where Q and Tommy talked him down from the button). Idk and I think br!wilbur would be mindblown about the fact that c!wilbur and c Tommy aren’t actually brothers

Br!Dream would get a gun.

Theseus would scrunch his nose at Tommy, get bitten and then shout about getting rabies (they trauma bond and give one another a hug sitting on top of an ugly cobblestone tower that neither of them will ever mention again)

C!Techno would most definitely get offended and jab fun at br!Techno, to which he'd respond along the lines of, "You're literally just a pig." They find each other... tolerable. Only minor injuries are involved when they have a go at each with swords and shields

For Phil, that's a fifty/fifty cause the only canonical child of c!Phil is Wilbur, and I think they can relate to each other in terms of how they failed that particular father-son bond. C!Phil can be kind to c!Tommy at times but he did blow up his home and helped his abuser twice, so i don't think he gets to talk shit

I'd like to imagine c!Kristin and br!Kristin hanging out in some astral space drinking tea

I think c!Wilbur would be mad at br!Wilbur's treatment of Tommy in the same way that br!Wilbur would be mad at c!Wilbur's treatment of Fundy. What do you mean you disowned your child??? And then you went ahead and blew up the place that the said child was currently in? And then died, on purpose??? With the ch40 recent developments, he'd be especially pissed about the last part

Br!Dream has never seen a gun and doesn't know how to use one, but he can and will unload a literal cannon on c!Dream. Alternatively he breaks into Pandora's Vault for the sole purpose of shanking him with a piece of glass until he resembles cheddar cheese (he'd adore c!Drista though. Imagine that: he gets to have two adorable little sisters with penchant for chaos; on the downside his chances of getting stabbed with a fork also double)

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Little Brother

SORRY SORRY SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP LAST NIGHT I JUST FORGOT I'M SO SORRY

hi ur peter and nat fics are everything to me ur so talented and if you ever fancy writing more i would not complain (no pressure ofc!!) – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none

Pairings: none

Word Count: 1504

He's a child, Natasha's brain screams as Spider-Man tries to stand up, shaking and trembling in the cold, he's just a child.

The snow continues to fall. The blood continues to spread, but not as quickly—healing factor, right. She glances around. There's no one else coming to help him, and nothing that could stop her from finishing this now. She can hear the part of her obsessed with survival urging her to do it, just finish it, but the child in front of her is freezing and injured.

"Wait," he cries as she surges forward, wrapping her arms around him, "I can—we can talk about this, can't we?"

"Who protects you?"

"W-what?"

"Who protects you," she demands, "who looks after you?"

"I, uh—"

No one. No one protects this child. No one takes care of him.

She spends about thirty second thinking about this before she realizes Yelena's going to have a field day after the hard time she's given her sister about bringing home strays.

"You're coming with me."

***

Natasha sets the baby spider down in the car, shushing him lightly as she walks around to the other side. The baby spider's eyes are wide, almost pressing himself against the window in an attempt to follow her around the car.

"It's okay," she murmurs as she shuts the door, "I'm right here, I'm not leaving."

In the few minutes since she'd announced she was keeping him, the kid had transformed from the quippy, sarcastic thorn in her side to just a scared child. The switch was jarring and heartbreaking and she grits her jaw, forcing the tension from her shoulders and reaching over. The baby spider clutches as the hand she offers him, drawing it up under his chin like a comfort teddy. Natasha swallows, brushing her thumb against his jaw.

"Are you hungry?"

"Huh?"

"Are you hungry, baby spider," she asks again, "can we get you something to eat?"

The baby spider shakes his head. "'M fine."

"That wasn't what I asked," she says as gently as possible. "do you want some food?"

The kid stares at her, every bit a stray dog too scared to eat. Natasha waits patiently—well, as patiently as she can—for him to slowly nod.

"Yeah? Food sound good? You have any idea of what you want?"

"…I can choose?"

Yelena's young face flashes in her mind. The sudden wonder and fear of being able to choose what they did, what they ate, where they went. Her gut clenches and she squeezes his hand in hers.

"Yeah, baby spider, you can pick."

The kid fidgets, looking at the ground. "Can…can we go to the fast food place near the train station?"

"Good choice. I've been craving fries."

"R-really?"

"Yeah," she says. lightly squeezing his fingers again. "Can I have my hand back for a second? I just need to get the car started."

The baby spider slowly lets go, watching Natasha's hand like it was his favorite toy being taken away. His face is so round, so soft, so young…

Oh, someone's hurt you like that too, have they? Did that happen to you too?

Natasha quickly starts the car and held out her hand again, glancing over with a smile as the kid latches onto it again. She drives slowly, eyes on the road, unable to keep her gaze from flicking over to see him.

He's so small.

Okay, I have a kid now. Another kid now. Shit, I don't know how to raise a kid that isn't Yelena. What if he expects me to explain how to get a real job? I don't fucking know how to be a real adult that isn't lying about everything.

A darker voice whispers how this child might expect an adult to behave and she scowls.

Nope. Fuck it. I'm not fucking up this kid. We're doing the sappy shit first and adulting shit later.

She was definitely going to have to call the therapist she'd used to help Yelena get to sleep again.

They pull into the drive-through, glancing at the menu. She looks over to ask what the baby spider wants only to see his eyes so wide the whites are visible.

"…see something you've always wanted to try?"

"The number 6," the baby spider rattles off, "with a large Sprite and an extra fry."

His eyes widen even more, as if suddenly aware of what he just said, only for Natasha to laugh.

"That sound good, baby spider." They pull up to the speaker. "Two number 6's with large Sprites and two extra fries."

Other great thing about fast food places apart from letting the baby spider be a goddamned kid for once: dirt cheap but really fucking good.

"So," she asks as she sets the food beneath the kid's seat, "where's your favorite place to hang out?"

"Hang out?"

"Yeah, just to sit or something when you're out and about."

"Um…"

The baby spider squirms in the car seat. His hands bundle up in his lap, eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Or," Natasha says quickly, "I can take you to my favorite spot and we can eat there?"

The kid nods quickly. She smiles and nods to the food.

"If you're hungry, go ahead. I don't mind."

"But shouldn't I wait for you?"

"Good point." She reaches over and grabs a fry. "There. Go nuts, baby spider."

She pulls away, trying to keep her eyes on the road to give the kid privacy, unable to stop herself from stealing little peeks over to see if he was actually eating. It takes far too long for the baby spider to follow in her example and take a fry, but the pleased look on his face makes up for it.

They come to a stop near the lookout tower at the top of the hillside. Beneath them, the gravel crunches under the tires as the car shifts into park. The kid glances around.

"Are we allowed to be here?"

Natasha looks over and winks. "I won't tell if you won't."

She grabs one of the drinks and a bag of food, getting out of the car and heading for one of the large flat rocks.

"C'mon, baby spider. Let's get some food in you."

She hears a gasp behind her and hides a smile. The city sprawls out beneath them, glittering lights as far as the eye could see. Reds, yellows, blues, and all sorts of colors in between flash by underneath the sky, a bright moon hanging suspended in the inky blackness.

She remembers her first time up here too, her and Yelena…

"Come sit. View isn't going anywhere."

They each peel back paper wrappers and stuff themselves with greasy food, hunting around for the few napkins that had been tossed haphazardly aside. The night air fills with obnoxious slurping as they drain their drinks and ball up the trash.

"Is this your favorite spot?"

"Sure is." Natasha leans back on her hands. "Not a better view in the city."

"I don't know," the baby spider says quietly, "I think the view from the top of WJYOP Tower's pretty sweet."

She glances over and ruffles the kid's hair. "Guess you're gonna have to show me sometime."

The kid's face falls and he fidgets with a stray napkin. "Why're you being nice to me?"

Natasha lets out a long breath. "Because someone's gotta be, baby spider, and whoever's responsible for hurting you like that clearly isn't."

"Hurting me like what?"

"Not taking care of you. Letting you go out by yourself and get into fights you can't handle. Leaving you on your own."

The baby spider is quiet. Natasha moves closer.

"I mean what I said, baby spider. You can come with me. I'll keep you safe if you want."

"…you will?"

"Yeah, baby spider." She opens her arms and after a moment, a little kid snuggles up to her side. "There…you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No." The kid absentmindedly nuzzles her shoulder. "You're warm."

"I'm a lot bigger than you, baby spider. I generate more body heat." And I was genetically engineered to do that too, but we're not going to get to that just yet.

"Mm." She chuckles as he burrows into her. "Give some to me, 'm cold."

"And sleepy," she remarks as a yawn almost splits his head in two, "c'mon, baby spider, let's get to you to a bed."

She scoops the kid into her arms, carrying him back to the car.

***

"Natasha."

"Yelena."

"What is that?"

"A smoothie?"

"Did you get us a baby brother without asking me?"

"Yes."

"How could you do such a thing?"

Peter shifts in his sleep, letting out a quiet noise and stretching like a cat before he resettles. The two former assassins watch him, spellbound.

"You're forgiven."

"I figured."

[astoldbychae]

UPDATE:

In the case of sweet little stinker bean, Marie Ward: TRACE WEBBER, YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER!

In the case of sweet little stinker bean dos, Donovan Caliente: TRACE WEBBER, YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER!

Ya’ll, I couldn’t let our boy go out like that. I tried to let them have autonomy but nuh uh. I went back in game and Katrina’s ass autonomously married a busted Townie named Jace Dodd (or some shit like that), so guess whose the pappy now! 😂

As for lil booty Judy, she had a lil romance bar with none other than Marcus “Flex” Fyres (in my game he’s Dominic Fyres—from Windenburg—younger brother; their father was in the military which is how they ended up in Windenburg. Then Moira is Eliza (Pancakes) sister). Anywho, Judy had a one night stand with Marcus and gave birth to their daughter. Because I’m not letting our boy Trace go out like that!

Sorry not sorry! 😌 Now he better do right by Bria or some other sim I took time on in CAS! Cause I’ll be damned if a nan-nother Townie try to be slick & throw a wrench in my plot! 😂 Girl, I’m already trying to simmer Dina Caliente’s ass down from trying to hunch on Slim (Marguerite’s baby daddy). GIRRRL HELP!

All my sims do is hunch & homewreck unprovoked incite chaos. 😒

I SWEAR I'm about to fling my laptop across the country...

This game is determined to not let me have nice things! Personally, I think it's Marguerite's ass trying to inflict misery on everyone she comes across because. . .

WHY DOES TRACE (Marguerite's younger brother) HAVE A CHILD WITH JUDITH WARD. . .AND KATRINA CALIENTE! 😩 Just when I thought things were going good for him with Bria, I randomly check the Webber's genealogy panel and boom -- THERE'S TWO LIL NEWBORNS UNDERNEATH HIS FACE! Then he has the audacity to have full friendship AND relationship bars with Judy and Katrina! GIRLLLLL! Get me outta here!

Then Slim (Marguerite's other baby daddy) has a thing for Dina Caliente. His romantically reserved ass stays getting whims to suck all on her neck and shit! LIKE! I'm trying to figure out when the hell he met her but then I realized, his sister Dynasty lives next door to them in Oasis Springs and the welcome wagon happened while he was visiting her.

I decide to put them all in a new save & let them have full autonomy and THIS is what they do!? I wanna speak to the manager NEOW because WTF!?

[hotchreid-cm]

I love Emily and Derek. In 05.19 when they have that psycho shooting at them on a quad bike. Emily is more upset that Derek burst her eardrum than the fact a psycho was shooting at them.

[thousandyearphantombunker]

"women need to be meaner! Men shouldn't dictate a girls boundaries"

You couldn't handle Connie Maheswaran setting healthy (and much-needed) boundaries with her best friend. You freaking called her toxic and abusive. While season 3 of Amphibia is a hot mess Sasha Waybright being upset with Marcy isn't the problem! It makes sense she'd be pissed that she found out her friend borderline kidnapped her! Even if she can be read as kind of hypocritical, I think she has every reason to be upset! She's like what 14 at the oldest? In a terrifying situation?

It's always "set healthy boundaries" until they set boundaries with your favorite baby and don't spend 100% of their time supporting them/don't forgive their friends for their actions that hurt others

I'm sorry that Steven is your woobie child and Marcy is your comfort character but Connie and Sasha have a right to their feelings and a right to focus on their needs! It's always 'don't feel guilty about focusing on your needs' except not really because apparently focusing on yourself is actually selfish and it's morally wrong to feel certain ways about people! Connie isn't toxic- she acted really mature about the whole situation and while Sasha definitely is toxic- I think she has the right to be mad her friend borderline kidnapped her and broke her trust.

I am a firm believer in setting healthy boundaries and never letting anyone decide your boundaries for you especially when it comes to being supportive. Even if the person you are helping is a good person going through a rough patch you should still have boundaries with them- you can be supportive if you want but you should be your main priority in the need and as callous as it sounds it's not mandatory to give support to everyone especially if your being worn thin

[hauntingblue]

ARCANE DAY

Episode 4 and 5 in the tags and:

SALO BEING A VIKTOS FOLLOWER??? CRAZY. ALSO BOTH VIKTOR MISSING JAYCE AJDHSKSJ also cait has kinda calmed down... and I am sure she misses vi so I KNOW this is going to happen to her soon.... we aren't getting much of her feelings yet... she's still too onto Jinx to catch up on where ambessa is going...

DID JAYCE JUST KILL SALO??? WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE

Also vander not recognizing vi at first until she gives up fighting.... incredible ALSO vander and silco being miners and vi wearing her gauntlets that were initially thought out for miners.... damn

This is my favourite episode so far....

Episode 6 here:

Sky really being there..... of course she is....

Ambessa training caitlyn.... of course thats her new daughter akdjskms Tunnels in your eyes.... GIRL!!!!!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU DON'T NEED RIGHT NOW also the guy outside is a mage... ambessa is such a hypocrite

Vi and Jinx vs ambessa and cait.... this was always about class war don't get it twisted SINGED!!! TRAITOR!!!!

ARE THEY GOING TO SEE VIKTOR???? I looove how viktors touch on their faces leave "scars" so recognizable

Did isha just take the gem from vi's gauntlets??? Omg I wasn't expecting viktor to build a hippie commune to be honest omg he looks so good.... with the blonde underhairs.... and I do believe that's the same blanket....

And of course viktor knows who vander is.... nvm he diesnt know omg viktor asking for Powder.....

We are getting viktor horsegirl montage.... omg the vander momtage I can't..... omg they wanna stay.... singed is gonna fuck all this up NOOOOO 😭😭😭 they are already there I am going to kms

CAITLYN STOP THIS MADESSS!!! ✋️ CAITLYN!!!!! VI KILL THIS MAN!!! OMG CAITLYN...... mongoose... yeah.... and fuck you too.... CUPCAKE!!!! ABOUT TIME!!!! CAITLYN I SAID STOP THIS MADNESS WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!! And jayce too 😭😭😭 we're never making it out of the fissures

It's such a shame the spit on here won't work like on challengers.... one can only pray I guess

Jinx experiencing the "there's nothing more undoing as a daughter" moment.... incredible

"Your absence provided a vacuum I was able to fill" TO VI???? I KNEW THAT HAND HOLDING IN THE COMMANDER SCENE WAS SUS AKDHKASJ maddie exists and ambessa knows that and still.... it was not filling her mother's void...

YES CAITLYN!!! YES!!!!! VI is so hot I am distracted... ambessa was right.... now what the fuck will jayce fuck up??? Thats the question... NOT ANOTHER CHILD!!! jayce is a menace... the guys smiling at jayce are viktor... maybe the child even....

JINX KILL THAT MAN!!! NVM VANDER KILL THAT MAN!!! JAYCE YOU FUCKING MORON!!!!! JAYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WHEN I GET YOU JAAAYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Isha what are you going to do omg 😭😭 did she kill vander... another powder... my god another week...

That was such a good fucking episode too.... and caitlyn didn't go insane when finding Jinx that is a step forwards but viktor can't be dead... no fucking way... he was giving himself away for the people and he was going to finally die by saving vander and look at what we got... no wonder viktor hates his guts. Jayce you were so good in act one.... what happened..... alright. Christ.... another week....

[bitegore]

ngl i think i kind of was a genius for being like 'yeah this character is a scary killyou cannibal scary killer who scary kills you' and then realizing that the way my worldbuilding works out is that there's a nonzero chance that if you leave literally any body parts over they can just come back, depending on what they believe in their heart of hearts can kill them. Of course she'd start eating her kills. She probably tried normal stuff first and then realized it didn't work and she had to try harder if she wanted to actually keep them dead.

[teja-has-puppet-autism]

y'know sometimes I go to make a post on this here webbed site, and I almost always end up deletin it cause I measure it through the "how widely applicable is this" + "how horribly can people twist this" metrics and it just stops my little fingies from typin

(this turned into me typing an essay in the tags cause I very much did need to process some shit lmao)

[autistic-katara]

writing would fix me

[quietwingsinthesky]

oh my god the master would be the doctor’s little brother if they were siblings

[mars-ipan]

man. strangers you don’t know but have heard stories about are wild

[rainbowlack]

*watching "How It's Made"* you are doing some Cocomelon shit to me.

[breitzbachbea]

And not to overwhelm you with all the kids: Dilan and Thea 🥺 (I wanna ask for them ALL but sjjsjsjks)

OHHHH MORE BABYGIRLS!!!

Dilan

I LOVE HER!!! SO MUCH!!! Like. Listen. I love a good bickering-sibling-friendship like the one she has with Sadık. Same vibes as Charlie & Harry. She's loud and she's unabashed about it and yes, she can be mean, but her heart!!! Is so big!!! She cares so much for her loved ones it's to her own detriment, knowingly and unknowingly!!! She's clever, she's stupid, she got adhd, she is an overthinker and an impulsive actor at the same time. I could say so much more about her, but luckily she isn't a paradox like other characters - because in short, Dilan wants to do what is right and feels right by herself & her loved ones.

Timothea

HER!!!! Timothea Simonides, the darling woman adored from all sides & herself a grand adorer of women ...

And she always plays it so cool, because the Simonides' house is a calm one, but sadly she's 22 and has to realize that the world's not cool. She tries so hard to be the right kind of person, the person she believes she has to be to get by & be a happy family with your loved ones, but her loved ones are messy and so is she deep down.

But also, she can get incredibly competitive when she DOES care about things that aren't so serious, for the same reason of wanting to conform to the person she believes herself to be. If she gets a little too invested, she's suddenly the worst loser in the world and that's so chewable of her. Babygirl, calm down <3

[snekdood]

i think if people look back at all of this, the amount of people trying to suppress my voice, the amount of people Not believing a victim, the amount of people who want me to shut up about it- i dont think history is gonna look as kindly upon yall as you might hope.