#yes i am talking about aunt may

[proiida]

y’know. the bnha fandom might be awful towards inko but it’s got nothing on the marvel fandom when it comes to being shitty to the mother figures of main characters in order to further dad-son dynamics when they do not quite exist

[unknowndrone]

The Family Left Behind

Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Prompt: It’s post snap and Yelena finds a strangely familiar little girl cleaning her sister’s grave

WC: 593 

Yelena sees a little girl hovering over the grave. She eyes her intently, observing her actions. At first glance, she would’ve thought it had been a member of the public, a child who managed to sneak into the site to mangle with her sister’s grave. Yet, it seems the rumors were true judging by the number of familiar features that the child possessed. She had Nat’s green eyes and your y/h/c hair. It was indeed her sister’s child and her niece for that matter. The little in question was gently pushing away the leaves that were piling the front of the grave, gently mumbling some song under her breath as she does. A small pit grows in Yelena’s stomach at the sight of watching the child clean her mother’s grave.

As the child cleans, a familiar tune leaves her lips through a whistle. Yelena instantly lights up, and without hesitation, she fills the void of the tune. A smile forms her lips realizing you or Natasha must’ve taught the child the tune. The child jumps at the sound, instantly averting her eyes to the source. There, her familiar eyes meet Yelena’s.

“Aunt Yelena?” The child asks.

Yelena jumps in surprise. “You know who I am?”

The child smiles, jumping happily before running straight into her aunt’s arms. A dumbfound expression glosses over Yelena’s eyes, but nevertheless, she melts into the child’s grip, squeezing her back gently. “You came back! Momma said you would come back!”

Words get caught in Yelena’s throat. “Mo-wha-”

Before Yelena could move another muscle, a familiar voice echoes from meters away from them, calling for what seems to be like the child’s name. “Lena! Lena!”

You emerge from the bushes only to stop once you see the blonde being hugged to death by your child. “Oh! Hi!” You say happily but surprised. “Lena come over here and please don’t bother the nice lady,” you lightly scold. Only the child giggles before running into your arms, jumping happily.

“Y/N?” Yelena asks with raised eyebrows.

You furrow your eyebrows, “Yes?”

A lump forms in Yelena’s throat as she tries to maintain her own composure. This was her, the person that Natasha had been speaking about with so much life in her eyes, the person that Natasha would talk about nonstop if there was someone who would listen. It was you, Y/N, Natasha’s light. “I’m-uh- I’m Yelena.”

It takes you less than a second for things to click together and your eyes soften. “Nat’s sister.“

Yelena nods weakly, “yes. Yes, that’s me.” She begins stumbling on her words, “sorry, I-I’m just.”

She looks as if she was on the verge of crying as her bottom lip begins to quiver and her hands begin to shake. Without warning, you walk up to her only to wrap your arms around her frame. “It’s okay.”

Truthfully you had known plenty about Yelena, too. Natasha would talk about her family all the time to you and you had always wanted to meet them in person. Preferably with Natasha by your side to introduce them to you, but it seems the world was not that generous with happy moments.

“Why don’t you stay for lunch and we can catch up?” You suggest.

Yelena could only muster a nod as she watches you begin to lead the way. When it takes you one second too long, Yelena only feels a small hand grabs her’s, dragging her along behind you. “Come on, Aunt Yelena!” Lena says happily.

The small gesture almost made Yelena’s soul combust.

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Thanks for reading! It’s currently fucking 9 in the morning because my window won’t shut and some bitch decided to blast music from their car. I will square up with the asscrack later. So excuse me for this impulse :) Nice to see you again. Have a great day/night and may you always stay safe!

[justanotherkpopstanlol]

Not a one time thing

Pairing: Ghostface! Aemond Targaryen x reader x Ghostface! Jacaerys Velaryon

Word count: 3,179

C.W: cussing, mentions of murder/serial killings, Ghostface, Aemond, Ghostface! Aemond, Ghostface! Jace, Jace (These are deadass all warnings on their own), fem reader (could be read as otherwise but is fem focused), dom Aemond, dom Jace, sub reader, praise kink, oral (reader receiving), very slight fear kink, p in v, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), double penetration, soft sex, slightly rough sex at times, fingering (reader receiving), slight dumbification, sub space, overstimulation, tummy bulge, slight breeding kink, slight edging, reader doesn’t know that Ghostfaces are Jace and Aemond at first, nicknames (pretty girl, angel, sweetheart, good girl, baby, many more omg), poc friendly, reader is meant to be shorter than Jace and Aemond, reader has hair that’s at the very least shoulder length, don’t mind me just projecting

Part 2

Author's notes: I tried lol, this is the first smut I've written and first fic and smut in second person I've written so hopefully it's good. Enjoy :)

The phone rang loudly, the sound echoing throughout the house. The shrill ringtone of the landline, something that nearly no one had anymore, was a deafening noise in the silence that currently occupied the home. The sound made you shudder, nearly covering your ears from the high pitch of it.

Recently, there had been quite a few people who had gotten phone calls on their landlines. All of them ended up dead. Maybe the killer has something against landlines, perhaps they had something against what others called “vintage” (but let’s face it, landlines aren’t that old). Now in hindsight, it was a bad idea to pick up but hey you only live once right and also you may or may not be kind of stupid? It wasn’t easy to ignore the ringing anyway, so you did what any insane person would do and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” Silence. For a moment, you could hear shuffling and then a greeting followed by your name being said by a rather attractive voice. It seemed heavily modulated but there was no denying that it sent a tingling throughout your body.

“Yeah? Who is this?” You asked, having not recognized who this could be. Why would someone be calling you on a Friday night? Looking over to the clock on the stove, its bright green digits read ‘11:51’. It was getting late and you couldn’t sleep, so you opted to watch a horror film because that’ll put you to sleep.

Popcorn bag in one hand and landline in the other, you moved towards the microwave and put the bag in once removing the plastic from it. Setting the timer, you hear a response.

“No one in particular. I just wanted to talk, pretty girl.” The name made you blush although with everything going on, this phone call left an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Jace, is this you? You know how I feel about prank calls, douche. Do I need to tell Aunt Nyra what you keep in that box under your bed-”

“This isn’t Jace, sweetheart.” The voice said. “Although, I am intrigued by what it is he keeps under his bed.” This was getting weird. Who could this be? Sounded like they knew Jace.

“Okay seriously man, who the fuck are you? I’ll have you know my boyfriend is a highly trained martial artist and athlete.” Maybe this wasn’t the brightest idea but hopefully it’d get the creep to stop. With any luck, this wasn’t that landline murder dude.

“Ahh yes, how could I forget?” He asked rhetorically. “What was his name again? Aemond Targaryen?” Goosebumps. How did he know? Maybe you did know who this was, maybe this was a stalker.

“You look so pretty right now, angel. Those pajamas really compliment your skin and body.” What the fuck. How could he see you inside your own house?

You were wearing a pretty cami and shorts, both trimmed with lace although they both seemed just barely long enough to cover anything. He saw you in this. The thought made the color drain from your face. Collecting your thoughts, you jumped into action. Running over to the large glass of the door that led to the porch, pulling the curtains to cover it. Then making your way to the front door and ensuring it was locked, you went to the side door. There it was, open all the way. The light outside by the door was flickering making the sight even more unsettling.

“Oh, do you want to see me? Come and find me, baby.” He nearly purred out. You could hear the amusement in his voice as you let out a sharp gasp. Bolting to the door, you move to close it. Luckily, no one was by it but that meant one of two things. He was either still outside or worse, he was in the house.

“Look I’m sorry if I did or said something wrong, okay? Just please leave me alone, please.” You were genuinely afraid. For all you know, by the end of the night you could be another kill to add to the count. At your plea, there was a chuckle.

“Oh just when I thought I couldn’t fall more in love with you. I love it when you beg.” And then, you heard a thud. It sounded close, down the hall maybe. You slowly made your way down the hall, keeping each step quiet.

All of a sudden, the line went dead. The end tone was so loud you dropped the phone. As it dropped, a tall black figure popped up and pushed you against the wall in the hallway. You let out a scream and held your breath, as though that might make you disappear. Slowly, you looked up and came face to face with the lunatic landline killer himself.

His right hand was on the wall by your face and his left rested leisurely on your hip. The hand on your hip pulled it forward, your lower halves flush against one another. You feel his hard on poking you and for some reason, it sends a hot flash to your core. The hand that was on the wall moved to caress your face gently, slowly moving towards your chin and tilting it, forcing you to make eye contact. Your eyes widen, heart beating inhumanely fast.

“So beautiful,” The same voice from the phone says. “And all mine.” He finishes, leaving you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

His hand goes from your face to the hood of the long black gown he wore, pulling it down and taking off the mask to reveal Aemond. Your Aemond. He stood there in all his glory, looking almost too attractive to be mad at. Almost.

“You ass! I thought I was gonna die.” At this, he pulls you into a tight embrace. A comforting hand stroking your hair and the other holding you tight while his pretty pink lips left a light kiss on your temple.

“I’m sorry, love. You know I would never hurt you.” He says, pushing you lightly away from him and cradling your face in his hands. You look back into his beautiful blue eye, the other nearly white with a jagged scar running down it. You both lean in and meet in the middle for what starts as a tender kiss. To say the kiss melted away any worries and fear you had was an understatement. It was as though everything dissolved into nothingness as Aemond held you so tenderly, with so much love as though you would shatter if he held you too tight or if he kissed you too hard. He gently nipped at you bottom lip, his tongue poking out very briefly to lick it and resume kissing you softly and moving away from the wall, towards the middle of the hall.

If you focused hard enough, you could ever so faintly hear the sound of the side door opening and closing. Just as soon as your attention went back to Aemond after hearing the sound, you were once again drawn out of your cloud by another pair of hands joining Aemond’s own. A body pressed to your backside, one hand resting on your hip as the other moved your hair to one side, the tickling sensation making you part from Aemond and jump slightly. You look over your shoulder and see Jace. Yet another gasp escapes you, now feeling both him and Aemond poking you, one from behind and the other from the front.

“Jace?” You ask, voice just barely above a whisper. Jacaerys Velaryon was your dearest friend, having known each other since diapers and the crush you had on him all these years didn’t help. He looks down at you, wearing a similar black gown to Aemond. His warm brown eyes full of nothing but adoration. He smiles at you. He says your name in such a way that it makes you weak, legs shaking ever so slightly.

“I called him here, my love. I’ve always known of your affections to him, I thought maybe I could share you for one night. Anything to make you happy.” Aemond’s tone is so soft, his words carefully crafted to not overwhelm you. Not yet, at least.

“Wha-” You’re interrupted by Jace turning you to face him, his lips barely touching yours. He pauses.

“Say the word and I’ll stop right away. Okay, pretty?” His tone was just as gentle as Aemond’s had been moments before. Looking at Aemond who gave you an encouraging nod and looking back to Jace, you nod as well. You want this, you really truly do. Without any further hesitation, Jace moves his lips back to where they were before, leaving the smallest gap. He waits for you to make the first move and you do.

The kiss is everything you thought it would be like. It was slow, sweet and soft and just so Jace. While you were kissing Jace, Aemond moved away for a moment. He backs up just enough to let his hands wander. They move towards your top first, tugging the thin straps of it down your shoulder. His hands went to grip your waist as his lips made their way to your neck. He left a gentle peck, momentarily pulling your attention only to be pulled back to Jace when he kisses you with more fervor.

“My love?” Aemond calls, fingertips brushing your bare shoulder. You and Jace pull apart, both panting and catching your own breaths. You look towards him, still panting slightly, and hum.

“Perhaps we should move to somewhere more comfortable, to our room?” He asks. You nod and are immediately taken by Jace, into his arms bridal style. The pair lead you up the stairs, to your room at the end of the hall on the right of the second story. Aemond opens the door, taking off his black gown to reveal a white shirt that clung to his torso oh so deliciously and a pair of jeans that did little to hide his hard on. Jace does the same once he places you on the bed, Aemond making his way to your side.

Aemond moves his hands to your top, looking at you briefly before taking it off completely. He makes sure not to rip it as your breasts are exposed to the cool air of the room, nipples hardening even more at the temperature. Jace moves towards your other side on the bed, hands lingering on your sides just beneath the breasts before making their way to the waistband of your shorts. Tugging the shorts and your panties down in one swift motion, also very careful not to rip the delicate fabric. This was his and Aemond’s favorite set you wore, they couldn’t risk ripping it especially since it made you look so innocent. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this very situation. It was so painfully obvious he wanted you, that’s why Aemond offered this to him. They were killing together, if his baby wanted then they could fuck together too.

Aemond, becoming uncomfortable in his jeans, quickly yanked them off alongside his shirt. Jace decides to follow suit and they both return to your side before you even realize they are gone. This whole ordeal left your mind in a haze, now clouded by nothing but sheer lust and desire. All you wanted was them, all you needed was them.

Jace’s hands immediately go to your breasts, pinching the nipples and rolling them between his fingers. You let out a small moan at this, causing Jace to smile. Aemond moves his own hands lower, down to your core. His fingers tease your clit, after hearing a prolonged whine of protest from you he concedes and pushes a finger into you. He pumps his finger slowly at first and gradually picks up pace. You let out a louder moan this time and then a squeal when Jace takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and tonguing at it. His other hand fondles the other breast, giving them both the attention they deserve.

“Don’t hold back, darling. Let us hear those pretty sounds.” Aemond says, adding a second and third finger and moving his face down. He begins to suckle on your clit harshly, fingers now pumping at an unrelenting speed. Jace finally stops his own attack on your breasts, having moved to the other one a moment ago. He now prompts to kiss your lips, planting short pecks on them and moving to your neck. He sucks and bites until he reaches a spot that causes you to gasp. He smiles against your skin, moans increasing at the dual stimulation. Aemond smiles too, taking his fingers out and replacing this with his tongue as a finger goes to rub your clit. You let out moan after moan, the stimulation too much but not enough at the same time.

Aemond takes one of your legs, moving it to rest on his shoulder and not even a second later you nearly scream. You were oh so close now, he knew this and Jace knew it too. Jace moved to leave love bites on your breasts as Aemond detached from your pussy long enough to say “Come.” and resumes his task. Your body spasms and you scream out, Aemond riding out your high and Jace kissing you once more, one of his hands holding your own close to his heart.

Aemond comes up from between your legs, his face glistening with your juices and he leans in to kiss you, pushing Jace’s face away. You can taste yourself on him, both of you moaning into the kiss and Jace drawing little circles on your thighs. Aemond breaks the kiss, looking at you with adoration once more. He takes his cock in his hands, pumping it a few times and lining it up with your pussy.

“Been such a good girl for us, love. Our good girl, yeah?” Jace asks rhetorically, you nod to what he says.

“Ready for me, sweetness? I’ll need you to use your words, okay?” Aemond asks, looking for any signs of hesitation.

“Am ready,” You say quietly. “Want this. So much. Aem, Jace please.” You look between the two of them. They look at each other before returning their attention towards you, both smiling widely. They knew that this was the only thing you could think about now and knowing they had this effect on you just made them even harder. Aemond slowly inserts himself inside, inch by inch going deeper as your pussy swallows him.

“So wet, my love. So tight.” Aemond groans, hips stuttering and stopping when he’s fully inside. He waits a few moments to let you adjust, beginning to thrust when he sees you nod at him. His pace is slow at first, much like how most of this whole ordeal has been, and increases as time passes. He thrusts faster, harder, with more and more fervor. He couldn’t get enough of you; how tight you are, how wet you are. No matter how many times you have sex, or make love, he can never get enough of you. Your pussy clenches so beautifully, his cock twitching and pulsing as he gets closer to his release.

All of a sudden, he stops. Aemond flips the two of you over so you are now on top of him, he begins to thrust again. Even faster, harder and at such a delicious angle that it has you seeing stars. But once again, just as you are near your orgasm, he stops.

Another pair of hands come to rest on your waist, just above Aemond’s. You whine and try to move up and down on Aemond’s cock but two pairs of hands hold you in place.

“S’okay pretty baby, it’s just me. Can’t leave me out of the fun now can you?” Jace asks teasingly, you shaking your head just wanting a release. Jace chuckles at your desperation, Aemond joining too. You whine, wanting nothing more than to orgasm again. You were so close and it was taken from you after all. Jace takes his own cock in one hand, the other still on your waist. The head rubs on your folds, right by Aemond’s cock, him letting out a quiet moan.

“Well get on with it,” He urges. “Can’t you see our good girl is needy.” And with that, Jace slowly inserts his own cock beside Aemond. The stretch was a bit painful, both not being small in size, but at the same time the sting felt good. Once Jace was fully inside, all three of you let out a moan. Jace and Aemond could feel you squeezing them both, trying to accommodate their sizes. A minute passes, then two and you begin to relax.

“Please.” You let out a quiet plea, and who were they not to oblige their sweet baby? Both men begin their thrusts, slow and steady. Jace thrusting in as Aemond thrust out and vice versa, never leaving a moment where you weren’t full. A bump appeared on your stomach, Aemond letting out a quiet ‘fuck’ when he sees it. He places his hand on it and pushes down, all three of you letting out a moan. You all were so close to finishing now, Aemond and Jace picking up the pace now. Not soon after, you came. The orgasm was long and hit you with such a force that you slumped onto Aemond, body completely giving out on you. The pair continued their thrusts, chasing their own orgasms now.

Their thrusts become faster and faster, close to their own releases. Aemond comes first, his cum shoots into you and painting your walls. You moan out of overstimulation, Jace coming soon after Aemond and both of them fucking it all right back into you. Finally, Aemond lifts you slightly and removes his cock, Jace following suit and leaving you empty.

Jace moves you to lay on your back on the bed, both admiring you before Aemond moves to get a washcloth. He cleans you up as Jace calms you when you whimper and move away, so sensitive to the touch now. Tears begin to roll down your face, Jace kisses them away. Aemond picks your limp body up, taking you to the bathroom now to pee. He wasn’t going to risk any infections, not now and not ever. Once you two return, the three of you lie in bed. Your head rests on Jace’s chest and Aemond’s arms curl around you.

They both take a moment to look at you, your eyes nearly shut. You were so exhausted that you could sleep for days. Right before losing consciousness, you mumble out a ‘I love you both’ and drift off. Jace and Aemond look at each other briefly, their attention returning to you once more. They both knew that they loved you too. Now it was clear. This would definitely not be a one time thing.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids,

It is true that exercise can have mental health benefits. To just name a few, it can increase your energy level, reduce skeletal muscle tension, be a healthy outlet for anger and improve sleep quality.

... and some of you are probably reading this with an exhausted sigh, thinking "That's great and all but I am already depressed. My current level of energy, tension, and sleep quality doesn't allow me to go to the gym."

And you know what? You are right. This piece of advice sucks! I know that because I have been on the receiving end of it so often during the years I struggled with depression. When you can barely get out of bed, when even everyday tasks like showering or eating or finally throwing away the moldy bread on your counter are so frigging exhausting that you have to postpone them - then yeah, you literally can't go to the gym. It's not a lack of willpower, it's not laziness, you physically can't do it.

It's important to acknowledge this when we talk about the mental health benefits of exercise. Otherwise, this piece of advice is not only useless, it's also outright disrespectful towards the very people it's meant to help.

So, how can you reap the benefits of exercise when you are already struggling with depression?

First of all: Recovery from any kind of illness takes time and patience, and depression is a real illness! Exercise can be a great addition to therapy, medication and other recovery efforts but it isn't a magic cure. You will not immediately feel better. Throwing away your pills to replace them with a yoga mat would be a horrible idea. Flip off Ignore aunt Karen when she tries to tell you otherwise.

Start small and slow. Ridiculously small if necessary! It's okay to forget about the gym and any kind of structured exercise for now. Just move your body for tiny, manageable amounts of time. It's okay to make it as easy as possible: take a walk without leaving the apartment (and yes, a one-minute walk to the counter to throw away that moldy bread absolutely counts!), stretch without leaving the bed. You are just easing back into it, be gentle with yourself.

"Pick something that looks fun" can be great advice for people who are getting into exercise after a period of inactivity - but if the inactivity is caused by depression, chances are that nothing sounds fun and enjoyable to you right now. You can ask yourself if there is any kind of physical activity you used to enjoy or used to want to try (even if it doesn't sound fun now, you may find that you still like it). Or you can just decide to treat exercise as a chore. It's okay not to have fun. You don't actually need to enjoy exercising to get the benefits!

Stay away from fitness influencers for now. Stay away from any content that tries to shame or guilt people into exercising. Stay away from anything with a body-negative approach to exercise. You are already feeling low, you don't need that crap.

If you struggle with eating enough and regularly, if you are currently underweight or if you have a history of using exercise as a form of self-harm, please talk to your doctor or therapist before you start exercising to make sure it's safe for you to do so.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

[book-place]

Sandbox Fight

Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of small fights, arguments, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Hargreeves siblings x niece reader, Diego Hargreeves x daughter reader

Request: Hello!! Could I please request a Diego Hargreeves x child!reader (around 10 maybe) where she gets into a fight at school but Diego isn't available so all his siblings take his place when they go to the school to talk about it, but eventually he comes and just walks in and sees all his siblings and is like: wtf.

Request by: @your-local-lover

*not my gif*

Summary: Your father was unavailable, but you needed someone. How about a lot of someone’s? Like all your favorite uncles and aunt?

A/N: This one was fun to write

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“She did not!” Klaus gasped dramatically, as if gossiping, into the old fashioned phone, putting a hand over his mouth for good measure.

“What’s going on?” Allison asked, walking into the kitchen and looking around in confusion.

Viktor was sitting at the table with his head in his hand, using his other one to drum his fingers across the wood of the tabletop and glancing up at Klaus every once in a while. And Luther sat across from him, eating a sandwich.

The blonde haired man shrugged, taking another bite of his food as Klaus shushed all three of them.

“Don’t you worry,” He continued to speak to the person on the other side of the call, “I will be there right away.”

With that he hung up.

Barely a second later he started giggling into the hand that he put over his mouth.

Five walked in and rolled his eyes slightly, “What’s got you grinning like an idiot, over there?”

“I-“ The man giggled again, “I just got a call from Y/n’s principal saying that her parent or guardian needs to go to the school right away because n/n got into a fight!”

Everybody’s jaws dropped, “N/n got into a fight?” Luther asked in shock, unable to picture you fighting anybody.

Only for the fact that your father threatened to ground you for life if you ever did again, not because he didn’t think you wouldn’t gladly get into a fight. You were your fathers daughter after all. Diego was always up for a fight, and you didn’t take his threats lightly, especially since you were only ten years old and in a phase where you took everything said to you very literally.

“But Diego’s out of town for the day.” Allison frowned.

“I know!” Klaus exclaimed happily, “That’s why I’m going in his place!”

“Are we sure that’s the best idea?” Viktor gave him a meaningful look.

He just moved his hand, as if waving off the idea, “Oh, yes, everything is going to be splendid.”

Allison’s hand shot in the air, “Am I the only one who feels like we need to stop that?”

“How about we all go?” Five suggested, rubbing his temples to ward off an oncoming headache.

Viktor shrugged in return and Allison nodded.

Klaus clapped his hands together, “Ooh, wonderful! Let’s go right away!”

“Wait guys!” Luther shouted, mouth full as he tried to stuff down the last of his sandwich while watching his siblings leave the room.

Right before exiting the house, Klaus made sure to leave a message- in very messy handwriting- on a paper near the door telling Diego to go to your school ASAP once he got back.

The ten minute car ride over was filled with screaming, fighting over control of the aux, Five almost getting pulled over for speeding, and Ben appearing and then wishing that he hadn’t.

After parking, everybody filed- more like stumbled- out of the car and in through the doors of the main office, their speaking volume nearly giving the elementary school receptionist a heart attack.

Five had been the one to calmly step forward and tell her that they were here for you- your aunt and uncles- and she had been too busy pointing a shaky finger at the waiting area to even question the clear differences between all of them.

After about five minutes of Ben and Klaus arguing over a seat, Luther falling asleep in his own, Five reading a discarded newspaper, and Allison and Viktor looking like they wanted to be with anyone but them, the principal's office door opened and they were all beckoned in.

They quickly piled in, quickly taking in the sight of you sitting in a chair facing the principals large desk, with a small girl and her parents a couple feet away.

As soon as your uncles and aunt filled the room, you looked up with a large grin, jumping into Viktors arms, “Vicky!” You cheered, hugging him tight.

Your principal was quick to clear his throat obnoxiously before your uncle could even hug back, “Ms. Hargreeves, that is no way to behave.” His scolding was very unnecessary in the eyes of your relatives.

He clearly hadn’t been expecting all these people, because there were only two chairs next to you, which Allison quickly sat down in, and Klaus pushed Luther out of the way to sit in the other.

“Which one of you are her parents?” He asked quite rudely with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, that would be none of us.” Five spoke up from the wall he was leaning against, eyes narrowing, “We are her uncles and aunt, her father couldn’t make it at the moment.”

The principal's eyes quickly cast down to his desk, uncomfortable, “I see.”

The other girl's mom, who’s whole family had been yet to say anything, finally spoke up, “I believe we should get started?” Her words were a question, but her tone was a demand.

“Yes, very well.” He said, sitting up straighter and adjusting his tie, “As you had been informed earlier, Y/n started a fight today at recess.”

“Wait,” Allison said, holding up a hand and raising an eyebrow, “She started the fight?” She found that hard to believe.

After Diego’s threat about being grounded for life, you had been so scared to never eat dessert again that you didn’t even play-fight with Uncle Luther anymore.

The mom was quick to nod, “Oh, yes. She obviously hit my daughter first, and then she only hit back out of self defense.” Her voice was matter-of-fact and snotty.

Five rolled his eyes, “Shocker, your daughter only hit back out of,” he held up air quotes, “‘Self defense’ when Y/n would never start a fight.”

The woman whipped around, nostrils flaring, “Is there something you would like to say to me, young man?” She challenged.

Just as he was about to push off the wall to accept the challenge, Viktor put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, “Why don’t you tell us what happened, Y/n.”

You finally looked up from your spot where you had been kicking the ground, and watched the reassuring faces of your family as you spoke, avoiding eye contact with the glaring mother and father on the other side of the room.

“Well,” You mumbled sheepishly, “I was just trying to play in the sandbox when she came up to me and told me that it was her sandbox and that if I didn’t get out she would hit me.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “I said no because it was still my turn, but she didn’t like that so she threw sand in my eyes and pushed me. And when I was falling my leg accidently hit her and she fell down too.”

When you finished you had tears in your eyes.

Once your family saw this, it made Allison sit up straighter, Klaus become more serious, Luther’s eyebrows to furrow, Ben to glare at the other girl slightly, Viktor to reach out and rub your back comfortingly, and for Five's fists to clench.

The principal studied you for a moment before slowly turning to look at the other little girl, “Is that what happened?”

At first she shook her head, but then you glared at her and snapped, “You get into more trouble if you lie about it then if you tell the truth.” Something your dad used to say to you when you would deny eating the last cookie after he told you not to.

Her eyes widened, and then the tears began flooding out of her eyes.

She let out a sob as they continued cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall and she hiccuped a couple times before saying, “It’s true! I did do that!”

Her parents' eyes widened as they looked down at her and their mouths opened and closed like fish.

From behind you, all your uncles and aunt adopted smug looks.

“W-well she should have just gotten out of the sandbox!” Her mom stuttered out, standing up and pointing at you accusingly.

Then all hell broke loose.

That was the last straw for your family.

Allison stood up immediately and started a yelling match with the other mom, each one of them getting louder every time sound came out of their mouth.

The dad started glaring at you and Luther immediately moved in front of you to block his view of you, Five following close behind.

Both of them began snapping at the man, telling him off and giving him a good scolding.

The little girl, who was still crying, had started to bawl even harder and Klaus came up next to her and started telling her about the time he lied and his nose grew.

He didn’t exactly tell her that it didn’t actually happen to him, he was just talking about the old movie, Pinocchio.

Even though nobody could see him, Ben was glaring at the principal, who looked around nervously, as if he could feel someone watching him.

Just then, the door opened, but nobody seemed to notice, even you were too busy watching everything else going on around you.

“What the-“ Diego asked, stopping short when all the chaos in the room immediately shut off as everyone noticed his presence.

“Oh!” Klaus looked delighted as he turned around, “Did you get my note?”

“Yeah, I got the note.” The man said, eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and concern.

“Daddy!” You cheered, hopping out of your chair and running into his arms.

This time, the principal was too afraid to scold you.

After that, Allison had flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically and taken you out of Diego’s arms, strutting out of the room, the rest of your family quickly following.

It was safe to say that the principal or that girl never seemed to have a problem with you again after that. Your family just seemed to scare them too much. You honestly had no idea why.

Even better though, you weren’t even grounded for getting into a fight, Uncle Klaus then used that as an excuse to take everybody out to ice cream. With Five buying, of course.

The Hargreeves 🦹- @lovanitu @your-local-questioning-agender @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @mukbee

[artedimichelangelo]

Hi love! I am in need of some fluff for Aegon 🥺 may I request something with him falling in love with reader who is his aunt / Alicent's sister and trying to prove himself to her? Only if you are comfortable with it of course 😇 thanks!

My heart is yours, as yours is mine - Aegon Targaryen x Hightower!Fem!Reader

Author's Note: Hii! Thanks for your request, I know it's late and I think that this is not even really good, I tried my best on this one and I hope you like it. I also added a few lines from "Dangerously Yours".

Pairings: Aegon Targaryen x Hightower! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; Targaryen inc*st (reader is Alicent's sister); a tiny bit of angst; fluff; kinda ugly results of my writing, I don't think I did a good job on this one; let me know if there is something else that I might have forgotten.

Word Count: 790 (a really short one as you can see).

Issa gevie rūklon: My beautiful flower.

Whenever Y/n entered a room, Aegon longed for her eyes on his figure.

He took every opportunity he had to prove himself to her. To show his aunt how great he was, although he knew he really wasn’t, as his mother always used to tell him.

There were many different reasons why Aegon did that. Y/n looked at him with different eyes, proud ones, as she was the only one to really love him, in his good and especially in his bad moments.

The prince was in love with the young Hightower, another explanation to his odd behaviour.

“Aegon, my dear?” To wake him up from his thoughts was Y/n’s faint voice. "My dear" echoed in his ears like a soft melody from the birds of their majestic gardens.

“Yes? Is there anything you need, aunt?”

The young Targaryen moved his hand towards Y/n, his fingers barely touching her cheek. Almost too afraid to feel her soft skin, afraid he might hurt her in some way.

“I wanted to talk to you about something important.” She sat opposite to him and grabbed his cold hands into her warm ones, their fingers almost intertwining. “So I shall require your utmost attention.”

Aegon gave her a confused look, his breath stopping for a second. The worst case scenario flooding his head: what if someone hurt her? What if someone tried to touch her? Was she perhaps getting married?

He nodded, signalling her to proceed.

“As someone who deeply loves you, I must speak the truth.” Her eyes were focused on her nephew, almost as if she could ever detach them from him. Y/n’s emerald green velvet dress glowed faintly under the dim lights of the chamber, showing how it tightened around her curves and how it perfectly matched her voluminous crimson hair. “I believe you are doing too much.”

The prince did not know how to respond. All the words stuck in his throat, almost preventing him from breathing easily. He had by no means expected such an answer, and did not fully understand what she was referring to.

“My sweet and precious treasure, you can barely rest, your dark circles are as violet as the colour of your eyes, you are exhausted from fatigue and pain, and I can sense it perfectly.”

Aegon couldn’t even look at her. He felt embarrassed, guilty for no reason, weak compared to how he had shown himself the previous days, as tears ran down his now scarlet cheeks.

“My brave dragon, do not overwhelm yourself because you do not need to prove anything.” She took the prince’s face in her dainty hands and made him look carefully into her eyes. “Not to your mother and especially not to me.”

Y/n welcomed him into her arms and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her fingers intertwined between the white and silky locks of Aegon’s hair.

The young Targaryen prince could perfectly feel her flowery aroma, almost intoxicating his nostrils. However this did not bother him. Her scent made him feel close to the Gods, as pleasant as it was.

“You are enough, my love. I wish you could see that with my eyes.”

A moment of silence fell between the two. It wasn’t awkward at all. It was quiet and put the two at ease. It made them appreciate the warmth of the flames dancing in the fireplace.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered, but Y/n heard those words clearly.

Everything felt surreal to her at that moment.

“Come again?”

Without any warning, Aegon’s lips quickly found Lady Hightower’s. At first she was taken aback, then she slowly melted into the delightful motion.

Y/n didn’t know if what was happening was right or wrong, but still it was almost impossible for both of them to pull away from each other.

“I love you. You may as well take my heart Y/n, it’s already full of you! I love you like a bee loves a daisy.” Aegon’s violet eyes lit up when they landed on her green ones. “I would die for you, I would kill for you, if that means you are safe.”

Blood flushed her cheeks and her heartbeat grew faster with each word.

They were both aware that no soul in the Seven Kingdoms could be as devoted to the young Hightower as the prince.

“My heart has always been yours, Issa gevie rūklon.”

“And my heart belongs only to you.” She reassured him, although he already knew that.

They were aware that everything would have had consequences in the family.

But it did not matter in that moment, as exchanging pleasant kisses and warm touches was enough to give them a fair amount of peace of mind to worry about the world another time.

[weird-is-life]

Glasses

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: You convince Steve to be your date at the Family gathering and feelings get confessed

Warnings: language, mentions of food, mean family relatives, protective Steve, use of y/n and petnames, i suck at endings

Words: 3k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

Steve was nervously sitting in his car in your driveway and he was thinking about running away.

He'd agreed to saving you today. You basically begged Steve on your knees to get him to come with you. It was a family gathering at your house, a few aunts, uncles and annoying cousins.

You were sick and tired of your cousins's teasing about you coming alone to these family events. So you convinced Steve to be your fake boyfriend.

And Steve as the best friend he is, had said yes. He couldn't back out now, as he was already there.

With heavy legs he walked up to your door and rang the doorbell. You opened the door almost right away.

You looked stressed, your hair was a mess and there were lines of concern on your forehead. You had the most beautiful dress on and Steve couldn't help but to stare at you.

But the second you realised, it was Steve at the door, the frown was replaced by a small smile.

"Hi" you sheepishly greeted him.

"Hi, i'm not late, am i?" maybe you looked so distressed because he got the times wrong?

"No no, you're perfectly on time, c'mon in" you opened the door wider for him to step inside.

"Nobody else is here yet, so we can just go sit down at the table. They should arrive in 10" you mumbled.

"Okay, yeah. We should go sit down, you look like you need a breather" he said, looking at you with worry.

"What's that suppose to mean?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Nothing, you just look a little tense " he explained.

"Oh, sorry. I-I just, i hate these family events. Most of the time it's the most boring thing to go through and i just don't want to hear all those mean comments from Alice or from Amanda or from Karen, well basically from any of my family."

Steve knew very well, what it was like to have mean remarks directed at him by family members. He was glad, he came , because atleast now you had him in your corner.

"Yeah, i know. But I'm here, so they won't say anything bad about you, right? And I won't let them" he said and you chuckled.

"Thanks Stevie, you're my hero" It was now Steve's turn to laugh.

"Don't mention it" he waved his hand.

He stepped closer to you and fixed your hair so it wouldn't look like a car ran you over.

"There" he was proud about the final look.

"Thanks" you uttered.

"Steve!" your mom called out. Your parents loved Steve, he was so polite and always willing to help them with anything. Your mom basically squeeled when you told her Steve was your date for the dinner.

"We are so happy to have you with us today" she embraced him in a tight tight hug, "it was about time you two started dating. It took you guys a long time, i was beginning to think, you would never tell her" she giggled.

Steve raised his eyebrows at you, asking you what was your mom talking about.

You may have told her that Steve was the one to confess his feelings .

Steve just cluelessly laughed with her and then she ushered you two to the table that was set outside.

"I'm sorry Steve, she started asking me questions, so I told her you were the one who confessed the feelings" you apologised.

"Should i be concerned about what else you'd told her?" Steve playfully nudged you by elbow.

"Definitely" you bantered.

While waiting on everybody, you made up a story about how you started dating and talked about holding hands and all the bullshit to convince your family, that you were actually dating.

It wouldn't be too hard for you to pretend to be in love with Steve, because you actually were. You've had feelings for Steve probably since you've met him.

Steve was thinking about the same thing as you. He had no problem with being affectionate towards you. He was in love with you, too. Like how could he not, when you were the kindest person to him.

You always looked out for him, took care of him, you just always made sure that he was okay. So of course, he fell for you.

Your talk with Steve was interrupted by a group of people, your family. They were all staring at you with big eyes and raised eyebrows.

You and Steve stood up and you were about to introduce him to them, but your annoying cousin was faster. "Y/N, who's this handsome man?" Alice asked and your face twisted in annoyance. Alice was your least favorite cousin.

"This is Steve, m-my boyfriend" you shyly announced.

"Your boyfriend?" she ribbed.

"Yes-"

"Hey, i'm Steve, y/n's boyfriend. It's nice to meet you" he spoke over you, because he could see how nervous you were.

Alice looked stunned. She couldn't believe, that Steve was really your boyfriend. She quickly recovered from the shock and greeted him, along with a wink. You just rolled your eyes at it. She was always like this with every boy. Always flirting badly with them, even if they weren't single.

Steve turned his head for a second to mouth 'help me' at you, before turning back to greet everybody else.

After a few excruciating minutes of getting to know your family, Steve was beggining to understand why you hated these things.

"Jesus, i thought, i'd die there. They are like some phyranas trying to eat you alive" he whispered to you as you sat back down at the table.

You let out a loud laugh, which got attention of everyone, "Steve, you can't just say something like that to me without any warning, " you whispered back.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But It's true, they are pretty bad, especially that cousins of yours" he frowned.

"Yeah, i'm sorry for dragging you into this" you felt bad, that he had to experience this because of you. You were sure he had enough family related problems without you adding to the pile.

"It's okay, i don't mind if it helps you" he softly smiled at you, " plus, i get to eat the food cooked by your mom, so that's a win."

"Oh so that's why you'd agreed" you josted. You were still talking in hushed voices, so everybody would occasionally look curious at you two, wondering what was so funny.

"Well, of course,why else would i say yes?" he grinned at you.

You and Steve were both so lost in your conversation, that you didn't even notice Alice's and other cousins's jealous eyes on you.

"So y/n tell us, how did this happen?" she inquired in high pitched voice, looking at you with annoyed face.

"Me and Steve have been best friends for like 2 years now, right?" you looked at Steve and he confirmed what you were saying with a nod and encouraging smile, "and i guess there were feelings since the beggining. But we just denied and denied them, too afraid to ruin the friendship. I was definitely too scared to say anything" you giggled," and then out of the blue Steve was on my porch admiting his feelings for me and it's been perfect ever since."

"Yeah, my good friend helped convince me to finally tell y/n everything and i'm very very happy, i did" Steve added and pulled you closer to his side. You were basically sitting on him, that was how close he pulled you to him. Not that you were complaining.

"Really? That's great" Alice gritted through her teeth, giving you the most unsincere smile ever.

"Yeah, it's awesome" Amanda chimed in. Her voice was as fake as Alice's smile.

Steve's smile never wavered, he completely ignored there insinuations.

"Wait a minute" Amanda suddenly loudly said, "You're the Steve? Steve Harrington? "

"Omg yes, King Steve. I thought i recognized you from somewhere" Alice joined her, they both had big smirks on.

"Oh. I don't go by that silly nickname anymore. It's just Steve now" Steve nervously scratched the back of his neck.

You didn't know your cousins knew him, i mean they went to different highschools.

You felt bad, that they brought this up, Steve beated himself up over his horrible behaviour everytime his highschool days were brought up.

"Just Steve? Guess your life got pretty boring after meeting our dear y/n" Alice made fun of you and everybody laughed.

"No no no. It's definitely not that. I just -" Steve wanted to defend you, but your mom brought the food and everybody ignored him and focused on the food.

You sighed in regret, " Jesus Steve, i'm so sorry for this. I thought they wouldn't behave like this around you. You can go home, i'll just make something up, like you felt sick" you covered your face in your hands.

"Hey hey hey, none of that. It's okay. I agreed to be here, so i'm gonna stay. I knew, what i was getting myself into," you didn't look too convinced,"Seriously, i'll survive. But are you okay? "

"Yeah, i guess, I'm used to it " you shrugged your shoulders.

"You shouldn't think this is okay, because it's not" he was frowning at you again. He hated that you felt like this. It took him all of his strenght not to stand up and drag you away from there.

"I know, Stevie" you tried to give him a smile, showing you were okay, but it failed.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?"

"Just 'till we finish eating and then i think we can ran away" you were looking forward to leaving.

"Good,'cause i'm dragging you out of here as soon as i can" Steve grinned at you, trying to make you feel better.

"I won't say no to that" you grinned back.

You were brought back to reality from your little talk, by your mom serving the food.

You all, surprisingly, ate in peace. You thought, that maybe your cousins gave up with trying to make fun of you. But of course, that was a foolish thought, because when you looked at them, they were glaring at you, well mostly Alice and Amanda. Altough, they would occasionally break their glaring to forcingly laugh at something that Steve said.

"You're so funny!" they flirted with him and Steve choked on his food, after hearing those words. That made you giggle, not because you thought that Steve's choking was funny, but because Steve has been literally talking about his job at the Family video store.

"Uh thanks?" he unsurely said.

"You're welcome" Amanda was the first to respond with another bad wink, it looked more like a twitch of her eye than a wink.

Steve subtly gave you a 'what the actual fuck' look, making you snort.

-

Meals were eaten and you were about to excuse yourselves and leave, but your mom had other plans. She gave everybody gifts, it was chocolate with a few nice words and joke.

Everyone started reading their little texts, but you hoped to avoid it, because you didn't have your contact lenses in.

"Y/N, what is written on yours?"

"Ugh, i forgot to put in my contacts..." you thought you managed to dodge it, but it's never that easy, right?

"Don't you have glasses?" Amanda asked, looking incredibly irritated.

"No-"

"Yes" your mom said at the same time as you, "I'm gonna go get them."

"Mom, please no-" she was already gone, disappearing inside the house.

"Great" you groaned.

"Glasses? I didn't know you wear glasses?" Steve puzzled.

"Because i don't ."

Your mom quickly appeared back with the glasses and made you wear them.

You could hear the snickering of your cousins as soon as you put them on. Of course, they would make fun of you because of some stupid glasses. They were like that.

You tried to ignore the laughs as best as you could and quickly read the sentences out loud. It was already hard to focus on the words, because of the loud laughs, but feeling Steve's eyes on you didn't help at all.

Steve'd never seen you in the glasses before and honestly, somehow he thought you looked even more beautiful with them on.

"Steve..."you said his name for like third time.

" Yeah?" he broke out of his thought about you.

" It's your turn to read now" you said. You cheeks were red and Steve wondered why. Well, that was until he heard the snickering a few seats to the left from him and saw your cheeks get even more color.

"Right. Just give me a minute, i need to go grab something from the car" he was already up and inside the house. Leaving you confused.

"Where did Steve go?" your mom perplexed.

"I don't know..."

"He probably had enough of your annoying ass" Alice started laughing even louder then before and you stayed quiet. You've had enough of this dinner. You shrugged the glasses off of your face.

"Sorry, i had to go get these. I can't see a thing without them" Steve swiftly sat back next to you.

The breath hitched in your throat. Since when has Steve had glasses? And fuck, how was it possible, that they made him look even more attractive and you got to look so bad.

It seemed to shut up even your cousins, they were now gawking at him with mouths wide open.

Steve didn't seem to notice or maybe he just didn't care, that everybody was looking at him and he simply just read the words on his gift.

"Thank you so much for the dinner and the gift. I'm so glad, i could be here with you today" Steve said once he finished reading," but i'm afraid is time for me to go."

Steve stood up, bringing him up with you. At first you didn't understand what he was doing, but when you caught up you said, " Yeah mom, thank you for dinner, it was great. I'm going with Steve, we're meeting Robin at the cinema." Obviously you weren't meeting Robin at the cinema, but you'd say anything at that point to leave.

"Oh, okay. You're welcome Steve to come even next time, yeah? We're happy you could be here" your mom beamed.

"It was so so nice to meet you Steve. We could go out sometimes" Alice quipped in and Amanda nodded her head, giving yet another wink to Steve.

"I don't think we could, it was nice to meet you tho" Steve left no time for them to respond and dragged you out of there, to his car.

"Steve, that was so mean" you chuckled, after you sat down in his car and he backed the car out of your driveway.

"Yeah, well. They deserved nothing else" he shrugged his shoulders, "they were awful, i don't want to see them ever again" he chuckled, aswell.

You wished, you'd never have to see them again every single time, "Yup, me too. "

"You okay?" Steve's hand reached for yours, squeezing it gently.

"Yeah, i'm alright" you murmured, taking Steve's hand in your.

"Do you wanna stay over? We can watch some movies" he proposed, seeing through your lie immediately.

"Sure, but only if we can order pizza."

"Of course, we can. Anything you want, sweetheart" Steve said oh so softly and it had you melting.

"Thanks" you blushed at the petname, "Can i ask you something?"

Steve nodded, " What's up with the glasses? You've never worn them."

"I always forget to put them on and what about you? You've never told me about your short sight, either. "

"Steve, i've literally put in my eye contacts in front of you before. What the fuck do you mean, you didn't know?" you questioned.

"You have?"

"Yes, multiple times. "

"Oh, i guess i was always too distracted by your pretty face" he casually said. Like it was no big deal.

You were already at his house, but neither of you was moving to get out of the car.

"What?" you finally choked out.

"I said your pretty face is too distracting. And fuck, it's a whole new level, when you have the glasses on. It's like you're twice as pretty" Steve's sudden burst of confidence made him speak out loud almost every thought he had about you.

"Foreal, it was so hard not to grab your face and kiss you the moment you put them on... -"

"Steve...."

"I'm in love with you, y/n. I just have to get it off my chest and i completely understand if you don't feel the same. We can forget i ever said anything and pretend this never happened" he rambled. His anxious fidgeting made even you nervous.

"Steve!" you placed your hand on his thigh, "you should try to breath, okay? I don't want you to pass out, before i have the chance to tell you, that I feel  the same" you joked.

"Wait, what? You do?" his eyebrows shot up.

"Yeah" you shyly smiled at him. Steve couldn't believe, that this was really happening.

"C-can... Can i kiss you?"

"Please" you breathed out.

Steve didn't waste any time, he leaned down to connect his lips with yours. Your lips were so soft and that made Steve kiss you more fiercely. He'd dreamed of kissing you for so many times and now that it was happening, he didn't want to ever let you go.

You slowly pulled away, making Steve pout.

"Sorry, but i'm getting cold outhere" you giggled at his scowl.

"We should go inside, so you can't make up any more excuses like this and i can finally get the kisses i want" Steve teased you.

"What makes you think, you'll get any kisses at all?"

"I think i deserve the kisses after tonight" he definitely did.

"I guess, i can give you a kiss or two" you giggled and dragged the two of you to his house.

You kept your promise, you happily gave Steve the kisses he so desperately wanted.

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. Posting this for like 7th time, 'cause Tumblr tags hate me. Anyways, let me know what you think. Feedback is always appreciated. Also if anybody is interested in being my beta reader for Stranger things fics, dm me please.

Have a great day and stay safe everybody. Peace out ☀️

[qcomicsy]

Things about Peter Parker that warms my heart:

- He wakes up at Mary Jane's side everyday.

- He probably took many naps with Torch when they lived together.

- He definitely had/has a portifolio fill with photos of Spider-Man and random moments in new york, specially with the citizens;

- He canonically keeps photos of Gwen, the coffee bean gang and MJ with him;

- He's low profile and has to constantly update his knowledge about cyber security;

- He really enjoys the moments he gets to just sit and talk with the random team-up of the month;

- He used to wake up to the smell of aunt May's coffee;

- He's constantly under the effect of caffeine;

- He has a tired baby face. Meaning he always had a babyface, but the older he gets the more tired he looks and he hates it because the babyface it's still there. It's the John Mulaney effect of "Oh that tall child look terrible!";

- He looks like your random STEM nerdy guy, it gets him bitches and he has no idea of that;

- His best friend (torch) is pan so theres a huge probability that he attended pride as Peter Parker once or twice;

- He and others superheros always keep an eye at pride and others protests to make sure everyone it's safe;

- He doesn't trust cops, but tries to believe it must be good people out there (sweet poor summer child);

- His nature and nurture is kind and he fucking hates it. He's always like "Can't I let it go just this time? And no. He can't;

- Everyone loves him, he's just that guy. A lot people hate his guts because he's also that guy.

- Big brown doe eyes *sight*;

- Has no idea about how pretty he is, has a certa idea about how hot he is;

- "Yes my wife is hotter than me, yes I'm aware about how much cooler she is too but *I* got the funny bone in this relationship";

- Is unsufferable;

- cries at queer weddings;

- cries a lot how much a middle age man can cry, fuck he was supposed to stop that at highschool goddamit-

- Hate's men with passion will get annoying about how much he hates men;

- Easily makes friendship with woman, is the "I'll awkwardly wait them in front of the woman's bathroom" type of guy vibes;

- Bad dad jokes since he was fourteen;

- Was hated in highschool, slighted less hated in college, very well liked by his work colleges;

- "I don't have anxiety I don't have money to afford have anxiety I am currently undiagnosing myself as we speak";

- Hating men will not stopping him from flirting with them what? what are you homophobic or something???

- "Wdym my hair is a mess I just- *checks mirror* oh FOR FUCK SAKE-"

- He is that guy:

- That's him and Johnny and he is SO MAD about it;

- And he and johnny are that tiktok meme where those two friends are always on eachother instagram because they always take photos together.

- That's him and Deadpool when they finally got better at being friends with eachother:

Deadpool does takes pictures of him but they always end up being like that (hehateshimsomuch):

- That's how he knows deadpool is in new york because he sends him aligned with "this u" meme

- He also does that when they're text arguing "wade i WILL fuckig kill you";

- misspell when angry, misspell when sad, misspell regardless.

[arc-misadventures]

Nora’s Codenames

Jaune: Hi, guys!

Nora: Jaune-Jaune!

Pyrrha: Hey, Jaune.

Ren: Hey, Jaune. How did your talk with your family go?

Jaune: Went pretty well…

Jaune walked over to his bed, and pulled out his scroll, and waved it before the others. Quickly typing out a message to them in their private group chat.

Jaune: We talked about how things were going; asked her how my nephew, Adrian was doing.

Jaune’s Text: False Signals everyone.

False Signals: At first it was this silly little thing, Nora made them do. Codenames for various tasks they wanted to do but, didn’t want anyone else to know that they were doing. Most of the codenames, Nora came up with were, Nora trying to clue them in on what kind of pancakes she wanted. But, Ironically sometimes that came in use.

Such as, False Signals: To talk about something, something seemingly random vocally, while their true conversation was being held over text.

The others moved themselves into various locations, and pulled out their scrolls. The lot of them gave, Jaune a concerned look as the looked at their scrolls.

Pyrrha: Adrian, who’s, Adrian?

Pyrrha Text: What’s wrong?

Jaune: As I said, Adrian’s my nephew.

J Text: I’m being followed.

Nora: You have a nephew?! Is he cute? I bet he’s adorable!

Nora Text: How can you be sure?

Jaune: Oh, he’s a little heart breaker in the making; Wants to see some photos?

NP: YES!

J Text: I smelt something when I went to the CCT Tower to talk to my sister.

Ren: May I see as well?

Ren Text: What makes you think you were being followed?

Jaune: Here you go.

NP: Nawwww~!

Nora: I want one~!

Pyrrha: I want four~!

Ren: Okay…?

J Text: I was all alone during my call to my sister, then I smelt something near the end. Smelt someone.

P Text: How concerned should we be about this?

Jaune: Haha! Told you he was a little heart breaker in the making.

J Text: Okay, I’ll tell you the truth: Adrian is actually my biological son.

Ren: I don’t see it.

R Text: Beg pardon?!

Pyrrha: H-He r-r-really is…?!

P Text: HE’S YOUR WHAT?!!

Nora: Settle down girl.

Nora: Does that mean I’m an aunt?!

Jaune: Yep! You are now, Adrian’s seventh aunt!

Nora: FUCK YEAH!

P Text: WHY DO YOU HAVE A SON?!!

Jaune: Settle down, Nora, you’ll upset our neighbours.

J Text: My sister, Saphron, and her wife, Terra wanted a child, so they asked me to be the donor. So, I did, and as far as anyone knows, he is my nephew, not my son.

Nora: What?! No I won’t!

Ren: Shall I show you the complaints we’ve received?

R Text: Oh, that’s why you panicked, and went to call your sister; You’re scared for him because of your new found faunas status.

Nora: Who’s complaining?!

J Text: Damn right I am.

Pyrrha: Weiss is, but she’s usually complaining about something anyway.

P Text: You’re worried that something may happen to him?

J Text: They see me as a king, or a god. If they found out about him being my son. Well, if they even think about touching him, I will kill them.

R Text: Noted.

Nora: That’s because she’s used to sleeping on a pile of money; She’s too soft, and weak for the world!

Ren: I doubt sleeping on a pile of, Lien Chips would be comfortable.

N Text: Do you think whoever was spying on you overheard your conversation with your sisters?

Pyrrha: They once made me lay on a pile of fake Lien chips for a commercial; It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable either.

Jaune: What was the commercial for?

Pyrrha: Perfume I think?

Nora: Did it smell nice?

Pyrrha: I still have some if you want try?

Nora: Yes please!

J Text: Fraid so. They may go after him to get to me. The odds of that happening depends on whether, or not he displays any faunas traits. If he has any traits, he could be in big trouble, if he isn’t… Well, he won’t be in as much trouble.

R Text: That doesn’t sound good at all.

Pyrrha: Here you go, Nora.

Nora: Thank’s, Pyrrha!

P Text: What did you smell?

J Text: Mixed paint. Mixed oil paints to be precise. I was all alone in the room, then I smelt it all of a sudden. I got out of there as soon as I could. And, as I left, thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye as I was leaving.

R Text: Oil paints? That’s oddly specific.

Nora: (Sniff sniff) Mmm~! This smells nice!

Pyrrha: You can have it if you want.

Nora: Can I?!

Pyrrha: Of course you can; I found the smell was too sweet for me.

Nora: Naww! Thanks, Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: My pleasure, Nora.

N Text: How did you know it was oil paints?

J Text: One of my sister likes to paint.

P Text: Ah.

R Text so what’s the plan then?

Jaune: (Sniff, sniff) That is a nice smell. But, yeah it’s too sweet for you, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: Oh? Since your sense of smell is so strong, what is a nice smell for me then?

J Text: Nora: Can you come up with an attack name, please?

N Text: Yay~! Attack plan names~!

Jaune: Uhh… W-Well… I don’t know if I can answer that really…

Pyrrha: Why not?

Jaune: Well, to other humans, and faunas they may think you smell nice with some sort of perfume, or deodorant. But, I think your natural smell smells nice as is…

Pyrrha: Do you now~?

N Text: Art Strike!

R Text: No.

N Text: Painters gala!

R Text: Too long.

N Text: Lubed up~!

R Text: Too sexualized.

Jaune: I find your natural smell… appeasing.

Pyrrha: How appeasing?

N Text: Canvas?

R Text: Too plain.

N Text: Easel? Oh! Mobile easel! Hows that?

R Text: That works?

P Text: I like it.

J Text: Alright; I’ll sniff them out, then I’ll point, yell out Mobile easel, and you go get ‘em. Got it?

NPR Text: Got it.

J Text: Good. Signals out.

And, with that the main conversation ended, and their scrolls were put away.

Pyrrha: Come on, how appeasing do I smell?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Nora?

Nora: Yes fearless leader?

Jaune: You’ve been hanging around with mom, right?

Nora: Yep! And, it was amazing~!

Jaune: That’s nice to hear. So then… You over heard, Oobaleck talk to her, and Ms. Goodwitch then?

Nora: Yep!

Jaune: So you overhead all that stuff about my sense of smell then, eh?

Nora: Yep, weird stuff that was!

Jaune: Did you tell, Pyrrha about that as well?

Nora: N-No…

Jaune: Nora, don’t you go lying to your big brother now.

Nora: Big brother?! T-That’s not far!

Jaune: Nora, come on you can tell your big bro the truth.

Nora: Mmmm…! Fine! Fine, fine… Haaa… I told her…

Jaune: Thank you, Nora. And, don’t worry, you’ll use the little sister card on me eventually.

Jaune smiled as he ruffled, Nora’s hair who grew a wide smile in joy before he left his new, adorable little sister. He then walked over, and stood face to face with, Pyrrha.

Jaune: Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: Y-Yes…?

Jaune: Haa… You know this whole, Faunas harem crap I’ve been dealing with. That’s a stupid question; Of course you do, you’re the most vocal about it all.

Pyrrha: I-I haven’t said anything…

Jaune: “Hormonal faunas bitches.” Or, something like that, no?

Pyrrha: You heard that?!

Jaune: I have incredible hearing remember?

Pyrrha: Oh right…

Jaune: Haa… Pyrrha… Look… This whole faunas harem thing people are trying to make me make… I won’t lie I find the idea appealing… And, there are a few people I’m… interested in… So… I… Uhh…? If you don’t mind…

Pyrrha: Uhh…? I have a faint idea of what you may be talking about, but…? Start over again from the beginning I’m so confused.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Haa, fuck it.

Jaune grabbed, Pyrrha’s cheeks, and pulled her into a deep passion filled kiss, causing, Pyrrha’s eyes to widened in shock before she hummed in satisfaction as her eyelids slowly closed as she deepened the kiss, and wrapped her arms tightly around, Jaune.

As the two delved deeper into their lust filled kissed, Nora eyes shinned with stars as she squealed in unbridled delight. Violently shaking, Ren as she lost her mind.

Nora: Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren, REN!!!! It’s finally happening?!!!

Ren: Yes?! I see?! S-Stop shaking me?!!

The duo slowly broke apart, with seep blushes across their faces as they stared deeply into one another eyes.

Jaune: Wow…

Pyrrha: I wanted to do that for so long!

Jaune: Sorry I took so long.

Pyrrha: It was well worth the wait. Now, we’ll talk about that whole faunas harem thing later, but for now~! Nora?!

Nora: We’re already out the door! Have fun you two!

Ren: Remember to use protect… Ahh?!

(Slam!)

Pyrrha slowly started to undress as she laid upon her bed, beckoning for, Jaune to come to her.

Pyrrha: Come on, Jaune… Claim me as yours, and yours, alone~!

Jaune: Hmm. With pleasure~!

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

Hi i'm not a native  english, it's my first story, there is no beta reader. Sorry if i do  mistake 🙏. Thank you for loving my story ♥️

Sorry for the wait. My mental health was not good enough to write. Thank you for your patience

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!

ReaderWarnings: 18+ ONLY. dark Steve, manipulation, age gap, non com, manipulation, somnophilia, daddy kink, innocent kink, dom/ sub If  you have gotten this far, it means you have read and understood my  warnings. I AM NOT responsible for your consumption. Don’t read if you  are sensitive to any of the warnings.

Chap1 Chap13

Chap 14

When you get out of the bathroom. Steve didn't come back but before he left he pulled out a dress to dress you in, no underwear just a dress.

"Are you done with your toilet?"

You flinch at Nat's voice, you only have a towel on and it doesn't hide all the marks Steve left on your body. You look down with a blush

"Yes Nat."

"Did you wash all over?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

You look at Nat surprised, she seems to imply a few things but what. Nat comes closer and strokes your hair.

"You are a woman and there are things you need to know sweetie"

Nat drags you into the bathroom.

"You have three holes and men like to use all three. So you have to clean them. "

You are embarrassed to death but you listen to Nat. She explains how to clean your anus.

You don't dare protest as she helps you with your first enema.

She leaves you to finish alone, you are overwhelmed with emotions, you don't like everything that's happening, well some things but this is too much. Would Aunt May approve? Nat saved you, she and Steve have been taking care of you for years, without them you would be dead, you have to stop doubting. They know better than you.

When you join Nat in your room, she hands you a little present.

"This is for you, well for you and Steve, go ahead and open it".

You take the box and open it, inside is a small egg-shaped object, extended by a shiny jewel.

"Uh thank you"

"It's a plug sweetie, it helps prepare your butthole for sodomy and it's pretty"

You look at the object with fear. Every time Steve put his fingers in your butthole you didn't like the feeling

"I took a small size to start with, and some lube. I'll help you put it in for the first time.

You position yourself on all fours as Nat asks, you let yourself be lulled by her voice without really listening to his words. She lubes you up profusely and get the plug in your ass relatively easily.

The sensation is weird.

"Get dressed now, and go prepare some food, we invited we will be 4"

She goes out. You obey, you get dressed, you would have liked to put underclothes especially in the presence of an unknown guest but Steve did not leave any and you do not want to upset him.

The feeling in your buttocks is bizarre, you apply yourself to cook. You are almost done when Nat, Steve and another man join you.

"Scott this is Y/N Parker Peter's sister."

You approach to take his hand, the man stares at you from head to toe, you feel naked under his gaze.

"Nice to meet you..."

Scott takes the hand that you extend to him and draws you against him, he holds you tight and takes advantage of it to grope you.

"Scott Lang more than happy to meet such a beautiful young woman"

"Scott!"

Scott lets go of you, you stumble a bit, luckily you are barefoot and regain your balance.

You go to the kitchen and finish preparing the meal.

In the living room, the three Avengers are talking about time travel, about the Snap.

Steve goes to get a drink. He comes up behind you and sticks to you so you can feel his bulge against your butt. His hands slide over your shoulders. He slides his face into your neck. Your body reacts to his touch, he sees the shivers run through you, you tighten your thighs.

"Nat told me you had a surprise for me, my angel.

His hand slides down your back. He reaches your buttocks. The countertop partially hides you but you wish you could disappear as Steve slides his hand under your dress to rest on your ass.

"Please."

"Am I not allowed to see my present? I thought you were my good girl"

You close up a little but continue to cook. You dare not say anything

"Let me taste!"

You bring the spoon to Steve's mouth. He doesn't take his eyes off you.

"Aahh!"

Steve pulls the plug halfway out before pulling it back in

"Problem sweetie?"

"No Nat everything is fine"

Steve leans in to you, "I really like my present can't wait to enjoy it to the fullest." He slaps your ass and goes back to sit with the others.

The meal is ready. You serve the 3 Avengers.

Steve takes advantage of your presence at his side to put his hand on your thighs and go up under your skirt.

"So you are the little sister of the spider boy".

You nod. You don't like the way Scott looks at you.

"You know he fought against us"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay and I'm sure Cap got all the apologies he deserved and a nice restitution"

You look at him without understanding, Scott, Steve and Nat laugh and you smile shyly. Throughout the meal Steve's hand rests under your skirt on the inside of your thigh at the edge of your pussy, sometimes he moves a finger lightly caressing your pussy.

Once the meal is over, you clean up.

You don't know what to do during the vacations Steve would have made you get on your knees before he fucked your mouth and before the holidays you would probably have gone to your room.

You stand back hesitantly.

Steve beckons you to join them. You shyly approach again and feel as if you are naked under Scott's gaze.

Steve grabs you by the arm and pulls you to him and kisses you in a slobbery kiss. You return the kiss and let out a moan.

"Be a good girl and sit at my feet."

You obey with downcast eyes. Steve places your head in his lap. He strokes your hair at times, but most of the time it's as if you're not there.

You doze, not daring to move or speak.

"Well that's not all but it's late, Steve you should take care of her, she's falling asleep"

Steve, takes your jaw between his fingers and forces you to raise your head, his other hand runs over your face.

"Are you tired Baby?"

You nod your head.

"I'm glad you got yourself such a nice, well-trained fucktoy." says Scott

You blush realizing he is talking about you.

Everyone stands up, your legs are numb from kneeling still for so long. Steve supports you

"Hey baby go say goodnight and thank Scott we might be able to get everyone back thanks to him".

"Is that right Daddy? I'm going to see Peter and Aunt May again".

"Yeah that's right, you didn't hear what we were talking about, so obsessed with my dick my angel is getting stupid"

Steve gently pushes you towards Scott

"Thank you so much"

"I think he deserves a kiss".

Scott grabs you and pulls you to him, he groping your ass and slipping his tongue into your mouth you try to resist a little.

"That's enough!" Scott releases his grip.

"Thank you, Cap."

You go to say good night to Nat

"Sweetie you have to be a good girl for Steve, okay he's going to bring everyone back."

You nod your head.

Steve carries you like a bride, he goes to his room

"But Daddy this is not my room?"

"You're so stupid my princess, you sleep in my room do you think Daddy can spend a night away from his pussy?"

You sniffle, why is he so mean, you are tired and tears form at the corners of your eyes.

Steve kisses you softly tenderly you almost purr. Steve smiles and lays you down on his bed. He starts to undress you, you will sleep naked tonight which is not to his displeasure. He lays you on your stomach. You let him do it.

"I'm tired Daddy".

"I know my angel, I'm just looking at my present you don't have to do anything"

Steve spreads your buttocks and he admires the plug. He plays with it, almost pulling it out before he pushes it back in.

"You're so tight my angel, I can't wait to use this hole"

He turns you on your back and spreads your legs.

Your body responds to his caresses and quickly he lines up his cock with your entrance. He sinks into you and begins to thrust.

Half asleep you groan,

"My angel is so beautiful and so tight with that plug" he loves the feeling of the plug in your ass. It's reminds him of the time during the war when he shared women with Bucky.

"Bucky is going to love you Baby, you are so perfect".

Steve quickens the pace, you cum in your sleep as he empties into you.

Steve lies on his back, his cock hasn't softened and is still in your pussy. This is one of his favorite sleeping positions, you on top, him inside you. So at night if he wakes up he can fuck you easily.

He plays with your plug a little.

Your submissive nature is perfect for him. To think that a few days ago you were a virgin and now he fucks you anytime through two of your holes without any protest from you.

Tomorrow Steve is going to have to convince Tony and he has to cancel your college enrollment no more studies for you, your job is to take care of Steve and what makes Steve happy is to be able to play with that pussy whenever he wants. And maybe put a kid or two in your belly. Steve falls asleep imagining you full and swollen, your breasts full of milk. That night he'll fuck you three times in your sleep.

After running Steve returns to his room, you are in the shower he joins you.

"Wash me."

You do it, Steve takes the opportunity to grope you, he makes you jerk him off a little under the pretext of washing his cock

"You took out your plug!

"I was in pain daddy and I needed to go to the bathroom".

"Turn around, hand on the wall, leg spread".

Steve forces you to arch your back more. He examines your asshole, it's a little red. It was probably a bit long to keep the plug in for so long for the first time.

"I'll put some ointment on you after the shower.

"On your knees angel, it's been a long time since Daddy used your mouth be a good girl"

You settle down and open wide, he plunges deep inside. You choke a little but you've learned to take it all in. Steve fucks your mouth, quickly he ejaculates directly into your throat. You swallow his hot cum, you start to like the taste.

After the shower Steve makes you get on all fours on the bed, he spanks you a little, it's not very hard and you don't scream and once your ass is red he takes the ointment and massages you. He inserts a finger in your asshole without any problem, he does some thrusts, the second finger ends up going in.

Steve goes to get something from a drawer and comes back with another plug a little wider than the previous one.

He dresses you in one of his t-shirts, you look hot as hell.

"Come on angel, let's go eat, daddy's taking care of everything.

As during the vacations he prepares a special breakfast for you, he loves to see you eat the yoghurt not knowing that there is sperm in it.

Scott and Nat will join you for breakfast. Scott takes the opportunity to stroke your upper thighs, you blush and look down but don't dare say anything.

[tparker48]

Request for Zombie-husky-Blog

"Alright, Everything is set. The turkey's done, the pies are made, and there's a lot more mash potatoes than last time." Jerry said proudly, gazing at the row of food aligned along the table.

"Wow, for someone so small you really know how to organize things" Miguel, his older brother commented.

"And your awfully tall for someone to make it into door frames with ease"

"Hehe, touché" Miguel stood closer as he joined him. Jerry standing no more than knee height as he stood upon a ladder. "So, is everything ready for everyone."

"You bet it is, I've arranged for everything to be just the right amount. Everyone will have their share fill, and they'll be begging to come back for seconds.

"That's if they don't get through the appetizers first, can never forget Aunt may's face when she got to the chicken." Miguel said.

"Pfft, don't remind me" Jerry laughed back, a hand landing on his shoulder.

"Hehe. Don't worry, I'm sure the dinner's gonna go great this time." Miguel assured, drawing Jerry close to his side for a hug. The doorbell soon ringing as Miguel turned towards the front. "Looks like that's the folks, We'd best let them in before they get restless.

"Yeah we probably should." Jerry agreed. following Miguel into the hall, they made their way through the house as they went for the door. Opening it for their awaiting guests as they proceeded to head inside. Miguel and Jerry stepping off to the side, as they presented their home to the family. "Hey Aunt May, Glad you could make it this year." Jerry greeted.

"Nice to see you again deary"

"Butch! Still throwing for the baseball league?" Miguel asked happily.

"you bet I am! Got one of our big games next week!"

The rooms would be filled with their loved ones as they made their way through the house. The Aunts and Granchildren mingling amongst each other in the dining room, as the rest of the family talked about how things went outside. As they did, Jerry would be among them as he joined in the stories that they all had. Throwing in a bit of his own to increase the joy and laughter from each of them. But as everyone started to quiet down, he proceeded to the kitchen to prepare the table. "Miguel, I'll be back in a sec. I gotta get the food set for everyone.

"Alright, Don't take long now." Miguel responded, Jerry giving him a confirmed nod before disappearing into the hallway.

"Okay, the folks are all settled down now, that gives me the perfect opportunity to get things." Jerry said, dashing down the hall as he entered into the kitchen. "Let's see, The turkey will be in the center so everyone can reach it, and the potatoes will rest along the side for everyone to pass around. Yes, yes! This gonna be perfect!" Entering into the kitchen, he pictured his family around the table, syked about impressing them as he shimmied his way inside. It was grand, everyone had there share fill. The sound of laughter, the sound of chatter, the sound of..munching? "Huh?" Jerry snapped out of his thought, the muching sound still lingering as it came from behind the door.

Creaking it open, he peeked inside to see what it was. Pausing in place as he gazed at the table that was set. A leg would be missing from the turkey, the tray of mash potatoes was messed with as the white contents inside was barely visible from the left side. The trail of Disarray continued along the others of food left on the table, the sound of munching coming off to the right, as Jerry's gaze snapped towards it. Along the edge of the table, a very bulky figure would be standing there. Fiddling with the tray in front of them as bits of sweet potatoes splashed onto fabric. His physique unknown to him as they stood tall along the table. But there was one thing he recognized from it all, a Dolphin's football cap as fuzz from the shortly trimmed hair stuck out from. "Uncle Ryan?!"

"Huh, oh hey short britches"

"What did you do to the food?!" Jerry yelled, rushing to the table as he checked the rest of the treys.

"Nothing..at least not much. Wanted to grab a plate ahead of time to avoid the line. Why?"

"It's not ready yet that's why! Just look at the mash potatoes, half the corner's gone."

"You bet it is, that stuff really hit the spot this time round. Was just thinking about going for seconds after I finish this plate." Ryan said, his gaze never moving from the plate as he stirred the food around. Scooping bits of potatoes and peas together on the spoon before raised it up for a bite.

"Give me that!" Jerry barked, jumping up as he managed to snatch his uncle's plate from him. Almost slipping on himself as the food danced around the edge of dish. "You need to put everything back the way it was uncle, the others are hungry out there." He said. Caught off guard as his uncle's belly scooped into his torso. Lifting him up off the ground as his legs dangled in the air.

"Put everything back? Hard to do that when its already stewing in my gut" Ryan replied, scooping the plate out of Jerry's hand. Continuing where he left off as he grabbed the turkey. Taking a bite out of it as he savored the salt and peppered seasoning that mixed along his tastebuds. But couldn't focus on it long before flailing arms reached for the plate. Raising it higher in response.

"Give me the food!" Jerry gritted.

"Short britches, Don't make this harder than it has to be."

"As long as Im still in this kitchen, you're have to wait like the rest uncle Ryan."

"Alright, fine." Ryan nonchalantly said, grabbing the neck of the Jerry's collar before hoisting him off of his belly. Hovering him overhead as his feet kicked the open air, but stopped as he used his free hand to hold them down.

"What are you doing?!" Jerry yelled.

"Since you won't leave me be, I'm putting you somewhere you can still be in the kitchen. But not in the kitchen."

"What?.." Jerry puzzled at the phrase, gazing at his uncle for a more clear answer. But received none, instead, he only received a look from him as his tongue glossed over his lips. His mouth opening up wide before he felt himself start to lower towards it. "woah woah wait, what are you-"

Squelch! Before he could prepare himself, his feet were shoved inside his uncle's mouth as the lips fumbled to insert his heel inside. The hand along them dumping them into the gullet behind, the legs following after them as his rear sat along Ryan's nose. "Hey! Hey! I'm not food! When the family hears about this you are so-hrgh!" A hand cut off Jerry's speech as it held firmly against his face. Pushing more of him further into the mouth as his waist slipped roughly off the nose. Filling the mouth for a partial moment before a gulp sent it into the tube. As his shoulder blades enjoying inside the mouth, Ryan's arms let go before the head tilted backwards.

**Gulp..Gulp...Gulp**

"No no no! He-" Gulp! The tongue and the roof of the mouth closed together over Jerry's head. Sending his words into short muffles as his arms flailed to get free. But to no avail, with another hefty gulp, they too were pulled into the confines of Ryan's gullet. The muscles within Dragging them down to join the rest.

"Nothing personal short britches" Ryan croaked with a bit of Jerry still in his throat, heaving it down with a forceful gulp "but im too hungry to argue." With a hefty breath, he felt jerry sink inside him. His belly extending slightly as more of his gut spilled over his waist. The faint sound of sloshes echoing within, little bulges stretching across the surface, but barely enough to make a significant dent in the bulky skin. Giving his belly a soft rub, he was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Say unc., Did Jerry come in here? I can't seem to find him."

"Oh yeah, he came in. Said he wanted to head to the store for one last thing for the food." Ryan replied, pulling the end of his shirt back over the exposed skin of his belly.

"He forgot something? Not like him to forget things"

A sudden jolt collided into Ryan's belly as it bounced slightly to the side. Ryan quickly to jump on its movement as he swayed his body with it to play it off. "Oh yeah, he was chewing himself out on it too. Happens to us all am I right?"

"Yeah, that's true. Well then we'd better get the food set before the others get restless. I'll go wash my hands real quick and we'll set it together."

"Take your time." Ryan responded, watching as Miguel made his way out to the hall. Gazing down at his belly soon after, the jolt from before soon retrurning as he drawed a hand over it once more.

Mmph..mff..let me out-mff" Jerry's voice muffled within, barely audible past the bellies surface as the churns of the stomach drowned out most of it.

"Can't have you kicking around in there like that at the table short britches. Im gonna have to work harder to keep you under wraps." Holding onto his belly, he took in a deep breath before he heaved his belly inwards. Squashing the round belly against the rest of his body while squeezing the abdominal muscles within. "Hgh!..Hgh!" He grunted with press, the sensation within becoming slightly faint with each stride as the muscle's of his stomach compact together. Finishing, he let go of his stomach. Its form still keeping its round shape, but partially reduced the round belly was more firm. More stiff as the struggles within barely moved the skin. "There, thay outta do it. You just relax in there, I'll be sure to eat lot's of food for the both of us." He said to his stomach, patting his stomach firmly before trotting off to join Miguel.

Meanwhile inside, Jerry would face the abrupt force of his uncle body. All around him would be nothing but pink walls as they wiggled around with step Ryan would take. Bits of turkey and mash potatoes dripping off the wall while most of it collected into his lap. "Uncle Ryan!" Jerry yelled out. Pushing against the walls in front, but went nowhere as the muscle held firm. Squeezing into him more as the pile of junk food rose up to his torso. "You can't keep me in here! You hear me? I refuse to stay in here!" He tried pulling his arm back to punch at the surrounding wall, trying his best to turn to add more room, but it wouldn't budge. His punch came off as a light pat as the walls absorbed the blow. Forcing him back into his compressed state as the walls moved around him like waves. Singing its gastric squelches into his ears while the stride from Ryan rocked him in place. That is, until the sudden sound of laughter pierced the churns. His ears perking up as he rose his head near the wall to hear what was happening. Barely audible, he could hear the sounds of his folks from all around. The sounds of plates clanging together, the sounds of moving chairs as their sharp squeaks pierced the laughter. Hey. Hey! Can you guy's hear me?! Help!" He yelled out to them, pressing into the wall to make himself known. But the wall pushed back against him, poking into his face as something solid stuck out on the end. Locking him in place as he had no choice but to continue pushing. But a drop of sludge soon landed across it head, drawing his attention up to the ceiling. The sphincter above dripped potatoes out its center, peas squeezing out from the center as bits of it landed on his hair. "Stop eating out there while in here! Uncle Ryan! Anyone!"

"Mmff!...Mphh!" Noises manages to pierced through Ryans belly. Hidden away underneath the table as it was pushed against it.

"Ah finally, a place to get my aching body a rest" Ryan soothed, adjusting himself along the chair to nuzzle him closer to the food.

"You said it Ryan, all that traveling to get here really tires a guy out" one of the family chimed in. Passing around a portion of peas to the folks around the table. Ryan taking another big scoop of it as it passed it along to the others.

"Thank you." He said to them, taking another spoonful of peas as he dipped it into the mash potatoes. Scooping it up into a big pile as he inserted it into his mouth. Sending it down to his belly below, he felt it trickle off the sodes of his throat before it collected inside. Joining Jerry inside as his stomach tossed and turned underneath the seat.

"Are you sure Jerry is gonna make it back in time? I wouldn't want him to miss out on the dinner" Miguel said worried. "Maybe I should call him."

"I'm sure he's fine.." Ryan butted in, taking a swig of his drink before he leaned back into his chair. "he's probably just around the corner- Oof!" Ryan was caught off guard by sudden kick inside him as he let himself relax partially. Bumping into the side of the table as it shook the pitchers around. Sucking his stomach back in, he moved away from the table as he proceeded to get up.

"Woah, Unc.!"

"Are you alright deary"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine!" Ryan quickly assured "Just a hiccup that caught me slippin'. Let me take care of that real quick." He hurried out into the hallway as he made his way to the bathroom. Fanning away any of the members that wanted to come with him. Closing the door, he let out a slight sigh. Resting ontop of the top of the of toilet. "That was close, almost blew it there.." He muttered to himself, the kick inside begin to start up once more. "hmph!.." He laughed partially, loosening his gut as his belly spilled out at once. Bouncing off at his waist, an outline of Jerry followed along with it. A ghostly face stretching into its surface.

"ughh it's a mess in here!"

"You really gotta mind your manners at the table Jerry. Didn't your dad teach you not kick family."

"When your outside! Not stuck in a stomach!"

"Same thing." He responded. Jerry starting to stretch out from his stomach, but pulled it back as he wrapped his hands around his gut. Swirling it around heavily as the sounds of liquids shuffled around. "Don't get so energetic, we still got a long night before dinner's done."

"mff..mffph."

**knock knock knock**

"Hey Uncle Ryan, is everything okay in there?"

"Op, looks like I'd best head back out there." Hoisting his belly upwards, he heaved his stomach towards him again as he inhaled deeper. Sucking his stomach back up as the round gut morphed back into its slim form. Rolling his shirt over it, he flushed the toilet before he grabbed a strip of toilet paper. Opening the door as Miguel was on the other end. "Sorry about that Miguel, the chicken was calling for it's exit. But I'm good now." He assured, pretending to dry off his hands. Guiding Miguel back to the table as he followed with him.

"Hrgh!..Hrgh!.." Jerry struggled from inside, The walls growing ever more closer. tenderizing firmly against his body, the contents within rosed up to his torso as the chewed meat seeped underneath his arms. Their soggy touch wiggling underneath his pits, making him quiver slightly as he did his best to adjust himself. But it couldn't be helped, soon the familiar push from before would return. Pinning him against the other side of the stomach, as the sphincter above slowly opened back up. Dropping more bits of food into the chamber, sploshing ontop of Jerry with a slick descent, as Jerry had no choice but to endure it.

**An hour later**

Alright everyone it's getting late, Me and the boys are gonna head home. It was good spending time with ya again." One of the family members announced.

"Yeah we'll head out too, gotta catch the flight for tomorrow. But we'll call before we leave."

As most of the area started to die down, the other family members that stayed around the table got up to say goodbye to those who left. Leaving only Ryan and Miguel at the table, a plate still in his uncle's hands as he spooned in the last bit of potatoes. Placing it back onto the table before scooping his chair back to leave room. "Oh man, I don't think I could eat another bite. You two really hit the spot with the chicken." Ryan commented.

"Heh, you got Jerry to thank for that one. Spend most of the day seasoning the thing before you guys arrived. i'll be sure to tell him you liked.

"Oh I'm sure he knows." He assured, a hand rubbing along his gut underneath the table. Pushing himself out more, Ryan soon got up from the table. "Welp, I'd best get some shut before I head back on the road. Wanna beat the sun before it heads down."

"You Don't have to dtive back to the hotel Unc., you can rest hear before you decide to head out."

"you sure Miguel, I wouldn't wanna be a bother to you and Jerry."

"Nonsense, your family afterall. Besides,We've got plenty of rooms for ya sleep in." Miguel went behind Ryan as he hoisted him forward "Come on, up you go."

"Heh, well I guess a bed would be than those stiff ones at the hotel" Ryan agreed. Slightly enjoying the push along his back, as the two of them made their way into the hall. Settling into one of the rooms further ahead, Uncle Ryan sat along the king sized bed.

"You need Anything else before I turn in?"

"No no, Im good for the night. Thank you Miguel."

"No problem" Closing the door, he began to trail off into down the hallway "Now to figure oit where Jerry went. He missed the whole thing."

"Ahh..finally" Ryan laid onto his side "Now I can let it all out."

Undoing his shirt, he tossed it off to.the side. Taking in a hefty breath as he adjusted himself along the head of the bed. Then with a swift exhale, his gut thrusted forward as his stomach returned to its ball shaped form. Jerry's presence becoming more known as he stretched out a hand from underneath. "So Jerry, what did you think of the chicken? I thought it was a nice touch with the seasoning."

"Hard to tell when its coates in gunk Uncle Ryan!"

"Oh don't be like that, you're the one that provoked me remember." He held his hand along his belly firmly. Jostling the sides slowly as the entire stomach wobbled in place. It was like playing with a beach ball s his hands sunk into the warmth of the skin. " besides, you wouldn't have missed out on much anyway. Just lots of chatter like usual. Save ya a plate too.

"Oh how generous of you." Jerry snarked. The stomach rolling along its side as the food within sloshed over him. Forcing him to adjust aimlessly as he reached around for a pocket of space. "Ugh.." He scoffed as he emerged. The wall in front of him caving in on his head.

"Aren't I a good uncle or what?" Ryan asked. Lightly rubbid a hand deeply into the bulge in his stomach as the movement underneath rubbed back. Drawing over the covers, he gave out slight yawn. Nuzzling into the back of the pillow. "You and are gonna be sharing a room tonight. Pretty snug I must say."

"Grrgh..grgh"

"Hehe, I thought you'd agree. Don't worry though, I'll have you out by morning before I head on the round. Hmm..maybe that's wishful thinking. I'll get ya a plane back."

[jjsmaybank20]

The Other Parker Part 2

Wanda Maximoff x Parker!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Warnings will come with the chapters.

Word Count: 769

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

This is my first fic, so it’s going to be horrible. Be warned. Sorry it took so long for part 2!

navigation  marvel masterlist

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Y/N's POV

"Holy crap! You're... you're..." I hear Peter say. I'm still standing in the middle of the room, frozen in place. Tony Stark smirks and says, "Tony Stark. And you guys are Peter and Y/N Parker, am I right?" Peter and I shoot each other a look. He signals for me to read his mind again.

Do you think this is about our, Uhm, after-school activities?

I don't think so. We've been really careful.

He nods his head slightly and we turn back to our aunt and the man sitting next to her. I look at him, a little suspicious, and ask, "Yeah, that's us. Um, pardon my bluntness but why are you here? And why do you know our names?" He laughs. "Good instinct. Not too trusting, but not completely rude. You would make a good addition to the team, should you choose to accept my offer." Peter and I share another confused look. Offer? Mr. Stark clears his throat and says, "I am offering you a spot on the Avengers. We have been keeping tabs on you both. You would start with training, and then as you improve, we can begin to send you on smaller missions. No school would be missed, but you would have to live on-site with the team." I look at the ground. I guess Peter and my afternoon activities haven't been as subtle as we thought. Peter begins to speak, so I lift my head to look at him. "I- I mean we would be honored, Sir." I nod my head eagerly as Mr. Stark grins at us. "Now all you need is your Aunt's approval." Both Peter and I look over at Aunt May, begging her with our eyes. She sighs in resignation. "Fine. But if they get hurt, I'm blaming you Stark. And you don't want that shit storm coming your way." All three of us grinned at May, and she smiled back. "Ok kiddos, get packed up. We need to head out in the next half hour." Peter and I both jump up in surprise and run to our room. We start packing away all of our projects into various boxes. "Pete! Clothes!" I say as I remember that we need clothes, not just our tech. "Shit!" He says and starts to pack up our closet. We share most of our clothes, as we are the same size. We grab all our bags and boxes head out to the car. "Bye Aunt May!" We yell behind us. "Love you guys! Visit soon our you two will be fucked!" She yells back. Peter and I snicker. "Alrighty, everyone here? Let's go to the compound!" Mr. Stark says. Peter and I share a glance. What is our life right now?!

Wanda's POV "Ok team! The Parkers will be here in 30 minutes! Everyone on their best behavior, we want to make them feel welcomed. I'm talking to you, Bucky." Steve announces. Bucky Barnes, Steve's best friend just grins at him and states, "No promises." We go off to our rooms to prepare for meeting the twins. I start to look for the best outfit to wear.

I cannot wait to meet Y/N.

Suddenly, I hear someone knocking on my door. Without turning away from my closet, I use my powers to open the door. "Need any help?" I hear Nat ask. "YES. That would super helpful." I exclaim. While she starts looking for something for me to wear, I run into the bathroom to start getting my hair ready. I hear Nat call from outside the bathroom. "What was that again? I couldn't hear you." I ask as I walk to the bathroom door. "I said, you know this isn't a party, right? We're just meeting them and helping them get settled in." I blush, look down, and reply, "I know. I just want to look good." I glance up at Nat and immediately regret it. She's giving me the biggest shit-eating grin I've ever seen. "Oooo, you actually do like her! I was kind of kidding, but I will admit, she is HOT." She teases in a singsongy voice. "Just give me the clothes." I grumble. Nat hands them to me, still grinning, shrugs, and starts to walk out of the room. Right before she gets out the door she says, "Shoot your shot with her. The worst that will happen is she rejects you. And I highly doubt that's going to happen. Your equally as hot as she is." She then walks completely out of the room, leaving me standing there, unable to stop blushing.

[alyswritings]

New People

Request: Hello!! I wanted to ask you if you wanted to do a fit where Anthony already has a child, like a toddler or young kid, mother died or left them, and I know it would have been scandalous in those times but whatever I don't know, anyways it could be like Kate finding out about them and then her meeting Kate and Edwina like at the beginning of s2, and its just cute?

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N meets the Sharma family.

Warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! kind of got carried away and made it longer with more stuff lol hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Five years ago is when Anthony Bridgerton's life changed forever. The woman he was courting ended up pregnant and gave birth to a baby girl -- his baby girl.

Anthony insisted that they must avoid the scandal and the mother to be should go into hiding or at the very least leave town -- but she did not. People quickly learned that the baby was Anthony's and everybody went crazy.

The Bridgerton family faced some backlash and Anthony and Allison had agreed to marry given the circumstances. Allison demanded a long engagement and Anthony respected that.

The week they were due to marry, Allison gave birth and Y/N was born. Anthony felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and protectiveness from the first moment he held his newborn child.

The wedding was pushed back a few days, but before it could commence, Allison had run out of town.

Leaving Anthony and Y/N on their own -- along with the rest of the Bridgertons, of course.

Anthony did his best and got as much help as he could from his mother and siblings who often offered to watch the baby for him, knowing of his busy work.

Whispers would go around the first two or so years of Y/N's life anytime she was around other people. Whispers that Anthony did his best to protect her from.

Eventually the talk finally stopped for the most part, leaving the Bridgerton family in peace. Even though there was still an occasional look or two.

- - -

The Sharmas and Lady Danbury arrive at the Bridgerton home, the large family exiting to come and greet them.

"Now, the only reason to endure such a journey is to see my great-godson." Lady Danbury states, taking Augie from Violet.

Y/N stays glued to her Aunt Eloise and two oldest uncles while Violet, Daphne, and the youngest two Bridgerton siblings greet Lady Danbury and two of the Sharmas and fawn over Daphne's baby. The third Sharma straying a bit, after curtsying to the family, and she observes the house.

Anthony goes over to Kate, the two sharing small conversation.

"Papa! Papa." Y/N rushes over to her dad and yanks on his waistcoat.

"Y/N, do not tug." Anthony reprimands, lightly grabbing her hands and making her let go.

"Sorry." Y/N says.

"Papa?" Kate questions.

"Yes. Um... Miss Sharma, this is my daughter, Y/N." Anthony introduces. "Y/N, this is Miss Sharma."

Y/N turns to the unfamiliar woman who seems shocked.

"Hi." Y/N smiles at her.

"Hello." Kate greets. "I was not aware you had a child." She says to Anthony.

"Yes, right. I... well, I had mentioned it to your sister at the horse races." Anthony says.

"It must've slipped her mind when we were reminiscing of the day." Kate says.

"Must have." Anthony says.

"Doggy." Y/N points to the animal.

"You may pet him if you like." Kate tells her.

Y/N looks at Anthony who nods. Y/N goes over to the dog and gently pets him, the dog gladly accepting the affection. Anthony frowns, slightly offended the dog likes her but not him.

"Ah, as I said. Excellent judge of character." Kate smirks.

"I'll give him that one, I suppose." Anthony mutters, forcing a smile.

"And you must be Miss Edwina." Daphne walks up.

"No." Anthony denies. "This is her sister. Miss Kate Sharma."

"Ah. Forgive me, Miss Sharma." Daphne says.

"I am entirely flatted, Your Grace." Kate smiles, curtsying. "Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Edwina." Edwina walks over and she curtsies to Daphne.

"It is an honor, Your Grace." Edwina says. Daphne smiles.

"Miss Edwina, I am pleased to introduce you to Aubrey Hall." Anthony says.

"It is a beautiful home. Thank you for inviting us. I very much look forward to spending time with you and your family." Edwina says.

The four adults' gazes turn to the side after hearing a giggle, looking to find Newton licking Y/N's face. Anthony grimaces in disgust slightly, walking over and helping Y/N to her feet.

"Miss Edwina, I am even more pleased to introduce you to my daughter. Y/N." Anthony says, gently lying his hands on the young girl's shoulders, the child smiling up at Edwina. "Y/N, this is Miss Edwina Sharma."

"Hi." Y/N smiles at her.

"Hello, Y/N." Edwina crouches so she's at a more even level with the girl. "You are very beautiful."

"Thank you." Y/N shyly says, ducking her head as an attempt to hide her red cheeks.

"I look forward to getting to know you." Edwina tells her, kindly smiling at her. Y/N simply nods, not certain of how to respond.

- - -

The oldest five Bridgerton siblings and the two Sharma sisters are preparing to go outside with the mothers and Lady Danbury, the seven young adults ready to play pall mall.

"But I wanna play." Y/N whines.

"I know, dearest, but you are too young. Besides there are only seven mallets and there are already seven of us playing. And the mallets are heavy and taller than you." Anthony states making Y/N pout.

"So can I watch?" Y/N asks.

"Wouldn't you much rather stay in here with your Aunt Hyacinth and Uncle Gregory? Spend time with Cousin Augie?" Anthony asks and Y/N shakes her head.

"I wanna spend time with you." Y/N tells him.

"All right then." Anthony says, picking her up and holding her on his hip.

"I still want to play." Y/N says.

"Well, you can't right now. But how about you and I play it by ourselves later." Anthony suggests, a small smile gracing his face. Y/N grows an excited grin, vehemently nodding her head making Anthony chuckle.

Neither noticed the way that both Sharma sisters were watching the interaction with soft smiles.

- - -

After a while, Edwina had quit the pall mall game after her ball went out of bounds. She joined the mothers, Y/N, and Lady Danbury at the pavilion. Y/N went up to her, standing next to her chair.

"You're spending time with my papa, right?" Y/N asks.

"Yes. Yes, I am." Edwina answers, smiling gently at the girl.

"Do you like reading?" Y/N asks.

"I love to read." Edwina states.

"Papa tries to read to me, but he's too busy so Aunt Ellie does it a lot." Y/N says.

"Oh, well, I'm certain he tries his best." Edwina says and Y/N nods. "What books do you enjoy?"

The two continue to converse about books and then whatever comes to Y/N's mind, Edwina enjoying getting to know her possible future stepdaughter.

- - -

After the young adults finished their game and Anthony and Edwina spent some time together discussing their lives and Edwina telling him about books she's read, Anthony soon found Y/N.

"Love?" Anthony calls, getting the young girl's attention away from her Uncle Gregory. "There's some spare time before supper. If you would still like to play a game of pall--"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Please. Yes." Y/N immediately jumps up, bouncing with excitement. Anthony chuckles at her reaction.

"Very well then." Anthony says, taking her hand, the two going outside.

Anthony grabs the black mallet.

"Which one would you like?" Anthony asks the girl.

Y/N points to the mint green one and Anthony picks it out.

"All right, now, you line the mallet up with the ball." Anthony puts his mallet down. He stands behind Y/N, helping her hold the mallet.

"It's heavy." Y/N says, looking at the mallet that goes a few inches above her head.

"I told you so." Anthony says. "Still want to play?" He asks and Y/N nods. "Okay. Line it up and aim for that hoop." He instructs, stepping back a few feet so she can do it herself. Y/N swings the mallet to the greatest of her ability, the ball rolling close to the hoop, but failing to reach it.

"That's all right, darling. There's more rounds." Anthony says.

He lines up his ball and goes to swing, but remembers he probably should not be his usual competitive self when playing against his five year old daughter -- who is not competitive unless she knows how to play the game.

Anthony swings the mallet, letting his ball roll, stopping a few inches away from Y/N's ball.

"See? Neither of us got it in." Anthony says.

"I thought you said you were the best at this game." Y/N says.

"Yes, well... it seems I am having an off day." Anthony says.

From the doors, Kate, Edwina, their mother, and Violet watch the father and daughter play the game.

"They're adorable." Edwina comments.

"Yes. Yes, Anthony is very good to her." Violet states.

"Well, I suppose being a good father counts for something." Kate says, still trying to dislike the man.

- - -

After supper, everybody is tending to their own things and Y/N goes up to Kate who is sitting by the fireplace.

"Do you like reading?" Y/N asks her.

"I suppose so, yes, I do." Kate answers.

"Can you read this?" Y/N asks.

"Oh. Well, wouldn't you much rather one of your aunts or uncles read it? Or your father or grandmother?" Kate asks.

"Papa is working and grandmother is with Lady Danbury. I can't find Aunt Ellie or Uncle Colin, Aunt Daphne is tending to Cousin Augie, Uncle Benny is drawing, and Aunt Hyacinth and Uncle Gregory are playing and arguing with each other."

"I suppose I could then." Kate relents, smiling at the young girl. Y/N holds the book out to her and Kate takes it. Y/N sits next to her, waiting patiently for Kate to begin reading which she soon does so.

- - -

"And now you are all settled." Anthony says, tucking Y/N into bed.

"Thank you." Y/N says.

"Of course, Y/N." Anthony smiles at her. "Good night, my love."

"Night, papa." Y/N yawns making Anthony softly smile. He kisses her on the temple as she closes her eyes, quickly falling asleep.

Anthony leaves the room, quietly shutting the door.

"You're very good with her." Edwina comments, smiling gently at the man.

"Thank you." Anthony smiles. "She is... well, she is my pride and joy."

"She's a lovely little girl." Edwina compliments.

"I will agree to that statement." Kate says.

"Thank you. She definitely gets that from one of her aunts." Anthony says.

"Oh, most definitely." Kate agrees making Anthony force a fake smile, Kate returning one.

"If I may ask... what happened to her mother?" Edwina asks.

"Oh. Well, um... she left. Shortly after Y/N was born." Anthony informs.

"Oh. I'm so sorry." Edwina says.

"No, no, it's quite alright. I understand the curiosity and you didn't know. It's just been me and her the entirety of her life. But hopefully I can find her a lovely new mother some day." Anthony says, smiling at Edwina who smiles back.

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4

Chapter 5

Royal Introductions

Exhausted, I lay there, eyes closed, not wanting to move. I'm this close to dozing off before Marc leans in and kisses my neck, "You should use the bathroom before you fall asleep."

"No"

"You could get a UTI."

"Nothing magic can't fix" Without opening my eyes I wave my hand around like a wand, "Goodbye, UTI "

He quietly chuckles, "You're a comedian you know that?" He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom, "Don't expect me to wipe for you" He drops me down and closes the door behind me.

Once I was done, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My makeup is a hot ass mess; too embarrassed, I decided to take a shower to wash away my mess. I hear a small knock on the door.

"Come in" I reply

"Hey love, mind if we join?" by the happy tone of his voice it was Steven.

"Yes on one condition. Can you wash my hair" I ask

"I've literally always wanted to do this" He laughs. Steven sneaks in behind me and begins to shampoo my hair. He thoroughly massaged my scalp and ran soap from my roots to the end of my hair.

This is so comforting.

I don't allow many people to touch my hair. Honestly, Aunt May and Bucky were the only ones to wash my hair before this. May's gone and Bucky checked out.

Ughhh I don't want to see him tomorrow

Refocusing on my anxious thoughts, I realize Steven is unusually quiet, "What's on your mind hun"

Steven hesitates

I turn around and rest my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes, "You can tell me" I smile.

"I used to wash Layla's hair like this." he sadly responds, "I'm sorry, probably don't want to hear about our ex right after sex" he nervously laughs.

Leaning my head on his chest I sigh, "I'm hung up on my ex too; no need to protect my feelings hun, we all went into this agreement with no intentions of a relationship. Just a couple of broken people with needs" I joke. "But seriously you can talk about anything with me. When was the last time you spoke with her?"

"A few months. The last time we spoke, we fought. She said she hated us and left."

"I seriously doubt she means that. She was very upset and probably felt outnumbered by you 3. Want my advice?"

"Always"

"Reach out and ask to talk. Listen to her, don't interrupt, just let her get it out. Remember, Listen to understand not Respond. Marc and Jake, I'm talking to you."

"They say they resent that" he laughs. "Thank you, Millie"

"Of course"

We eventually get out, dry off, and head to bed. They fall asleep first and I lay there in their arms lost in thought.

I really do hope they fix it with Layla. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for them; It would be nice to end up with them but it could never work; they age, and I don't. How am I to have a normal life when I can't even grow old with someone? I refuse to let myself love someone ill have to eventually bury. I did try with Bucky though, I even looked into giving up my immortality for him.

Wasn't enough I guess

I push those thoughts out of my head for now and allow myself to sleep.

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The boys gift me a t-shirt and a pair of their favorite sweats as a replacement for the dress Jake ripped.

"Don't be a stranger, and reach out to Layla. Sooner rather than later okay?" with that, I give them a parting hug and kiss before I portal home.

Finally home I let out a long sigh and do a full-body stretch.

"Hey, you're home!" Peter yells before he runs to hug me, he looks down at my clothes and gives me a puzzled look, "what happened to your dress?

"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to."

He deadpans and walks backward, "You need church, a baptism, shit maybe an exorcism too"

I laugh, "What I need is a shower" The boys and I had an early morning; we fucked twice, 3 times if you count them eating me out before we got interrupted by their landlord.

I go take a quick shower and wash off last night/this morning's sex-scapades. Once again I do my makeup; nothing extravagant just something natural to highlight my features. After my face is done I check my hair and fix my edges.

I finally dress in my formal battle attire; a black leather high low tunic dress with gold accents as well as a white and gold shoulder cape I break out for special occasions like this. It's giving 'Game of Thrones meets Castlevania'. All jokes aside my uniform is interesting.

I found it tucked away in the Kamar Taj one day and when I touched it I felt strange. There was an old ancient energy about it so I decided to leave it there. But for a week straight I found it in places that it shouldn't be. One day I even buried it, and then the next day I woke up with it at the foot of my bed, dirt and all. I finally took it to Wong and he informed me that it was a magical relic and essentially chose me as its owner.

Reference:

Artwork by Me (Super rough drawing that I finished at 2am; just trying to give you a general idea) 

'The Regalia of Rowena'; the original owner was Rowena Hemlocke an infamous witch who tried to harness the sun's power. Legend says it almost worked, but she couldn't handle the heat and disintegrated in a matter of seconds; all that remained was her clothes. Some would say that's a red flag but my toxic trait is that it picked me, so obviously it's true love.

Hehe

Finally, all done, I look over myself and I honestly feel beautiful. Not sexy or hot, but beautiful; It feels really good. I grab my suitcase and meet peter in the living room. Peter is dressed in a simple black suit, his Spidey suit isn't necessarily formal.

"You have everything you need? All the essentials? All your chargers? Your suit just in case?"

"Yes, yes, yes & Yes. You look intense; like I am kind of intimidated by both your beauty and power. Is this a slay?"

"Yes, Peter this is a slay" I laugh hysterically "Come on let's go, can't leave a Queen waiting" I open a portal.

The Vibe: 

Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness

We step through and find ourselves outside of the Royal Palace. Immediately the royal staff took our bags to our rooms.

"This place is remarkable," Peter says in awe. "Just insane"

"I know right? You are gonna love Shuri's lab."

"Oh, I bet. I'm gonna walk around okay?"

"Okay, don't go far doors open any minute" Peter nods and walks away; I take a look around and see who else is here. No one I know, just a bunch of Wakandan leaders and noblemen. I think we are the only outsiders invited.

Spoke to Soon

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. I almost forgot he was coming. He's wearing black slacks and a dark blue sweater with a black coat over it. Doesn't sound like much, but Bucky is a simple man, I'm honestly surprised he's not in his signature leather jacket.

He cut his hair, It looks good

Staring and lost in thought I didn't notice him staring back. He sheepishly smiles at me, I quickly look away too embarrassed and sad. All the old unresolved emotions hit me like a car crash, I start to get anxious and nauseous. Around me, the air started to cool and the wind picked up rapidly;. the clouds begin to darken. The people around mutter in confusion; I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak.

Suddenly a comforting hand touches my shoulder. Shaking and on the verge of tears, I look and see who it was, Namor.

"Walker of Clouds indeed, I see you truly are a descendent of Ororo." He calmly speaks "Breathe." he pauses "It'll pass"

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, after a few seconds everything around me slowly calms. It passed, I put my hand on my heart and breath for a few more beats, before I open my eyes. "Thank you" I softly say

So maybe I can control the weather...

He nods, "Are you okay Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)?"

"I'm getting there." I chuckle. Namor was wearing his normal royal jewelry in addition to golden shoulder plates, kind of like armor; attached were red and white robes that flowed nicely in the wind. "I didn't think you would come. Also, we gotta talk about this 'Ki'ichpan' business. Can't keep casually calling me beautiful in all of our conversations"

"I almost didn't. My people advised against me being here but if we are to work with the Wakandans, it must be done. If anything happens my people are near." he leans into my ear, "I will call you beautiful because you are." The hand he has on my shoulder sneaks down to my lower back. "This is a lovely dress you're wearing. You look very," he pauses, "commanding"

Nervously I laugh, "You are one hell of a sweet talker," I look him dead in the eye, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

He deviously smiles.

I think he took that as a challenge.

Before he responds Peter returns, "uhhh" Peter looks at Namor's hand placement "Everything good here?"

"Yes, Peter everything is fine, just talking to a friend."

Without even acknowledging Peter, he looks at me, "Is this your Twin Flame Ki'ichpan?" he asks with a hint of frustration.

Is he angry?

"Ew" Peter and I say in tandem.

"This is my brother, Peter. Peter this King Namor ruler of..." I look at Namor for Help

Namor hesitates to respond, "Peter can keep a secret as easily as breathing air. You can trust him. All of us here are allies, you have my word" I assure

"Talokan. Ruler of Talokan" Namor Responds

"Well, it's great to meet you Namo- Mr. Namor sir. I mean King" Peter fumbles

"Namor is fine" he smiles

Before we could continue with introductions the doors to the palace open and we all file in, one by one. As we walk through, the announcers introduce us one by one. He gets to Namor,

"Introducing for the first time ever, King Namor ruler of Underwater Kingdom Talokan" Namor Bows and Walks away.

"UNDERWATER?" Peter whispered and yelled.

"So amazing," I say in awe

It was our turn to be announced, "Welcome Millaenyia Parker, primordial earth witch, master of the elements, And her brother Peter Parker, Spiderman, protector of New York " he pauses "One of the many heroes of the Batlle of Earth"

Peter and I bow and continue forward.

"They remember me?" Peter whispers

"Unfortunately no, but did you think I'd let them announce you as just a plus one" I reply

"Thank you" he smiles

"Of course" I respond

"Alrighty let's get through the night without embarrassing ourselves," Peter says

"No Promises" I nervously smile

Let the show begin 

[winterpower98]

Everyone welcome Rascal!

A new OC created with @elianaroselight

More about his background story here

And thank you to Eliana again for writing this:

The last thing Macaque, Wukong and Cherry had expected was to find a young demon child who decided Cherry was his mother. It took about a week for the illness affecting the poor thing to be conquered. Within that same week, Wukong and Macaque found a potential lead as to where the child came from. They had invited Cherry, as the one who has been caring for the little rascal, as Macaque began to call him. This is what lead to them walking up a the pathway to a home that looked torn apart and desolate.

Windows were shattered, the door was partly ripped off it's hinges and things were littered everywhere. Wukong looks into the home with his golden vision to see if there was someone. He was shocked to see someone sitting in a chair, almost unmoving. He calls out to them and soon the person shuffles over. Macaque's ears flick from the heavy breathing and grunting this person was making. A young female monkey came over, looking fearful until her eyes land in Wukong. "Lord Monkey King!" She says in surprise and tries to bow, only to stop as she winces from obvious pain. "Hello, my dear. Have we met?" She nods. "yes. I was a child when my family and I moved away. But you gave me my name as a way of remembering where I was born. Hua." His eyes widen. "Hua! Your family left 60 or so years ago. Your mother was pregnant and you had a younger brother, right?" She nods, smiling. "Yes, my lord. That is correct." He looks around. "where is the rest of your family? What happened here?" Her expression softens into something akin to sadness.

"Follow me....I'll show you." She whispers softly before leading the three towards the back. The visitors gasp as they see 5 graves. "Here they are, my lord." Her voice shakes. "we were attacked about 10 days ago by a rogue group of demons. As far as I know, I'm the only survivor." She coughs painfully. Wukong helps her stay up. " I fear I am not long for this world, but there is something I must do first. Though I cannot say what it is as I don't even know." She sighs before moving to in front of the nearest grave.  "when we left Mt Huaguo, my mother was pregnant with my younger sister. She grew up on stories we told her of you and loved those stories dearly. She married and after many years of trying, finally was able to have a son. He was about 8 months old when we were attacked. My sister disappeared with him when we were attacked, likely to take him to Mt. Huaguo to protect him. Some of the demons were able to catch her and bring her back, but we don't know what had happened with my nephew. I fear he may be dead." Her shoulders shake as tears fell from her face.

Wukong rubs her back and lets her sit as her legs give out. Macaque walks over and kneels next to her. "Actually. That is kind of why we are here. Your nephew. Is this him?" He shows her a photo he had taken on his phone of the child they found. She gasps and reaches for it in shock. "Kai Hu! You found him?!" She looks between the two monkies, who nod back at her. Her tears fall harder and she looks at the photo again for a moment before looking back at Wukong. "Lord Monkie King! Please! I beg of you! Care for him, please! He needs your help!" Wukong opens his mouth to speak but was interrupted when another voice spoke up. "Of course." They look over at Cherry who walked over and laid her hand on Hua's. "He has become attached to me, believing I am your sister. I will take care of him in her place. I promise he will be safe, loved and grow up happy. I swear." Hua smiles warmly and lays her head on Wukong's shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you. My family and I can rest peacefully knowing he is cared for. Especially my sister." As she finishes talking, she closes her eyes and gives a final sigh in peace.

Cherry cries heavy tears after they buried Rascal's aunt as the twin now understood how devastating the situation was for the kid and his family. When she got home, there are still tears on her face and she immediately takes her sleeping son from her brother’s arm to just cuddle. She grieves for him and his family for a while as Macaque and Wukong explained everything to Apple.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Kara answers the knock on her door with a broad, nervous smile-- only to freeze in confusion when the face on the other side is not Lena's, but Alex's.

"Uhhhh, what--?"

"Sitter canceled," Alex says by way of explanation. She nudges Esme forward into the apartment, prompting the little girl to trade one set of legs for the other, gripping tightly to fabric of Kara's pants. "Could you watch her for a few hours?"

"I, uh--" Kara doesn't want to refuse-- can't, really-- but... this was supposed to be-- "Well, um, actually, you know, Lena's coming over so--"

"Auntie Lena's coming?!" Esme squeals excitedly, bouncing once with her zebra flopping in her arms.

Well... that seals it, doesn't it. Nevermind that tonight was supposed to be... special.

Alex looks at her in both apology and gratitude. "I know, I'm sorry, but Kelly and I have the meeting with the wedding planner, and it's taken us weeks to get in-- it's a miracle she's able to see us this soon at all, she had a cancellation, but yeah. We totally owe you one."

"Alex--"

"Thank you, bye!"

Then her sister is gone, the door clicking shut behind her. Pasting on a smile that quickly became genuine, Kara looks down at Esme.

"Guess it's just us for now!" she says brightly. "What do you wanna do first?"

"Pillow fort!"

And so Lena enters Kara's apartment an hour later to a sea of couch cushions shrouded with blankets. If she's confused by the state of the apartment, it vanishes when Esme barrels into Lena's legs with a happy shout.

"Lena!"

"Esme!" Lena cries in exaggerated delight, immediately divesting herself of her bag to crouch down and sweep the girl into a fierce hug. "I had no idea you were coming too!"

Kara offers a slight grimace as she carefully extricates herself from the fort. "Yeah, Alex and Kelly had an appointment and their sitter fell through, so..."

Instead of looking disappointed however, Lena simply beams, digging her fingers into Esme's sensitive sides to tickle her, eliciting a shriek of laughter.

"Well, I for one am certainly not complaining," Lena declares. She stands, but keeps her hand clasped in Esme's. "May I join you?"

"Yes!" Esme shouts. "You can sit with me!"

It's not exactly the afternoon Kara had planned, but glancing over the top of Esme's head to see Lena munching on pizza and singing along to Hercules... it doesn't exactly feel like a loss. Not when Lena repeatedly ducks her head to speak softly to Esme, explaining the big words Esme doesn't yet understand, or to giggle about something secret between them. Not when Lena's mimicking Esme's childish position under the blanket fort roof, on her stomach with her bare feet in the air.

Certainly not when the movie ends, and they restore the room to its proper order, and Esme sits in Lena's lap on the couch, narrating her past few days at school. Kara watches as Lena listens intently, asking pertinent questions to prompt further ramblings.

More than once, Kara catches her eye, and each time Lena's left eye flickers in a telltale wink. Each time, Kara feels something in her chest ease just a little bit more.

By the time Alex returns to pick Esme up, the girl is exhausted, nearly melted into Lena's shoulder as she's carried to the door and transferred to her mother's arms.

"Thank you," Alex says again. "I promise you'll get more warning next time. Sorry, Lena."

"Don't be. I love spending time with Esme."

"Love you, Aunt Lena," Esme murmurs sleepily.

Kara hears a hitch in Lena's heartbeat, even as Lena smiles with uncontained warmth. "I love you too, sweet girl. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Mkay."

"Say bye to Aunt Kara," Alex prompts gently.

Kara smiles when sleepy eyes meet hers. "Bye Aunt Kara."

"Bye, bug. I'll see you tomorrow."

Alex leaves, and then it's just the two of them. Kara's almost as exhausted as Esme, but when Lena turns to her, her nervous energy returns.

"I'm guessing that's not exactly the afternoon you had in mind when you said you wanted to talk," Lena says.

Kara coughs a laugh. "No. No, not at all. But I couldn't really say no..."

"Hey, I get it. I wouldn't be able to say no to more Esme time either."

Lena pivots casually and saunters to Kara's couch, where sits in an undignified flop. It seems the afternoon of entertaining has left Lena feeling spent as well.

Kara follows, sagging into her couch cushions as well. Their hands find each other on the cushion between them, their fingers lacing together in the quiet. For a moment, they simply sit in the comfortable silence, until Lena finally rolls her head to one side to look at Kara.

"We still can, though," she says quietly. "Talk, I mean."

Kara blinks. "Oh."

She considers taking the out-- dismissing it for another day, another time. For the perfect moment. But then her heart catches up to her, and decides this perfect as any.

"All I wanted to say, was that... well. I'm glad you're here, for one thing. That you've let me and my family back into your life."

Lena smiles gently. "I'm glad too."

"And I wanted you to know..."

Kara trails off, her voice leaving her for a brief moment. Then she sighs, releasing her heart into the vast unknown.

"I want you to know that I love you."

Nothing in Lena's expression falters. Nothing shifts. Her eyes continue to gaze at Kara, deep and warm and soft. Her lips continue to smile, until they finally open to speak.

"I love you too."