#vic’s sleepover ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[sunflowersteves]

CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE BABY YOU ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST!!!!

🌼 din blurb request for ya…. i’d love to see what you could do with “night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare”

love u so much 😘😘😘

THANK YOU MY LOVE!!! Giving u a lil kissy, cat ok

warnings || nightmares, angst, tooth-rotting fluff, soft!din, fem!reader [Grogu calling reader mom in his head]

The razor crest creaked and rattled as it traveled through hyperspace. At the moment, outer space seemed quiet and tranquil. The infinite galaxies gleamed and settled into the dark matter that surrounded the universe.

You were sleeping soundlessly, the rise and fall of your chest was soft and light. Your dreams were peaceful, dedicated to the little family that you have created.

On the other end of the bed, Din felt hot to the touch. Beads of sweat drip down his temple and his arms twitch—as if he was grasping whatever was in front of him.

A dark shadow casted over his form from the encompassing fear that struck through his heart. Something felt wrong—he was mumbling your name and Grogu’s over and over.

He let out a gasp, startling himself awake and his eyes opened to the endless, plummeting sight of darkness. His heart pounded against his chest as he searched.

His hands fumbled across the mattress, desperate to find you, desperate to find Grogu. You were gone. Both of you were gone.

His hands eventually found your form, and he grabbed. “Din?”

The soft planes of your voice fluttered against his ears and he felt instant relief. You’re here. You’re okay. It was all a dream.

“What’s wrong, handsome?”

He didn’t realize the tears had fallen against his cheeks—not until your gentle fingers go to wipe them away. “Oh, Din.”

A sob left his lips as he opened his mouth to reply. The replacement of his words was harsh and garbled against his throat.

He couldn’t bear the feeling much more, his body clung to you in the darkness of your bedroom. He could tell you were frowning by the way he felt the curl of your lips on your skin.

You wanted to ask what the dream was—desperate to fix whatever had been bothering him, but you stayed quiet. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and whispered sweet nothings against his ear.

You let him sob and cry against your shoulder for as long as he needed. Your palm cradled his head, fingers digging into his hair and pulling gently at the base of his neck.

He almost whimpered at the calming sensation of your hands and body against his. He kept repeating in his head, you’re safe, you’re safe.

On the other end of the ship, Grogu had woken up from the tight feeling in his little chest. He could tell something was wrong with his dad—the sadness that protruded from him and his mom’s bedroom was too striking.

He waddled his way down the hallway and gently opened the door to the bedroom. Din moved slowly and saw Grogu standing there with tears in his eyes.

The force let him see when others were suffering and it made him itch to help his dad.

“C’mere.”

He jumps onto the bed and you pull him right into the middle. Din’s hands go to Grogu’s chest so he could feel the small rise and fall of his chest.

You had taken his little hand and squeezed, prompting a little coo from the child. You held your hand there though and watched as Grogu snuggled into the space between the two of you.

“I love you both.” You say, your other hand moving to rest on Din’s cheek.

He breathes, “I love you both too.” He pauses, “so much.”

With that, the three of you by your side and hearts thumping against your chest at the feeling of pure love, you all succumb to the peacefulness of sleep.

[wall-e-gorl]

theyre little and mad about it

[svtskneecaps]

it's still genuinely funny to me that the only eggs to use "she" pronouns decided their pronouns themselves lmfao

[moonlight-prose]

tainted love - 💋 as witches

I lub u✨

I LOVE HOW MUCH YOU KNOW ME. Okay okay so I have so many characters in mind this is gonna take a second.

Gillian Owens - You!

Sabrina Spellman (90s show) - @superhoeva

Misty Day - @saradika

Elaine (the love witch) - @inklore

Thomasin (the witch) - @iraot

Maleficent - @honeystevie

Willow (buffy the vampire slayer) - @targaryenvampireslayer

[fushic0re]

literally feel this so hard right now. interaction is nonexistent and it sucks because that's honestly the sole reason why i'm here is to talk to people. yet when i do a sleepover there's just nothing but silence. so i completely understand what you're feeling babes. 🖤🖤🖤🖤

i say we all just have like...a discord sleepover. we make a group chat/server and just do our thing without having to worry about looking like a loser 😭

[thereyvan]

hi so they have full names 

Vic: Victor Xander V 

Julia: Julietta Marietta Kallison 

Quinn: Quinn Maxim Simpson 

Noah: Noah Indiana Gerrison 

Kai: Kai Daisie June 

Shadow: Shadow Blackclaw Nightmare (his name is Like That on purpose) 

Louie: Louis James Norris 

Kitty: Katherine Amanda Smith 

Vicki: Victoria Xandria V 

[girlystories]

Being the Bowers gang girl

Both platonic & romantic headcanons. includes all members.

addition warnings: swearing, bullying, very few depictions of sexism, few derogatory names, toxicity, abusive parenting.

words: 2.6k

this was entirely inspired by z0mbiekittyy, so please check them out!

Meeting/joining the gang

you were at first the quiet, loner girl who kept to herself, only having a few acquaintances, with very few friends.

it wasn't because you were a loser. only the opposite. everyone wanted to become friends with you or get to know you in some way but you never let anyone get close.

everyone had heard of you of course. when they realized you were different they stopped trying to read you or make their mind about you.

that was until greta keene couldn't get enough. she hated the attention you got. so one day she started spreading rumors about you.

it was relatively easy, since no one knew you enough to disprove them in any way. one word went to another and everyone in town now started talking shit about you.

despite that, you didn't care. you had your mind somewhere else. popularity and school drama weren't your thing.

you didn't mind hearing the remarks spat at you when you wandered the halls or when you were in class. you were completely and utterly unbothered.

word got fast that it even reached the all too feared bowers gang.

you were making your way to biology class when you were shoved against a locker, all your books falling one by one on the floor.

"well well well, if it isn't derry's most favored whore", henry was the first to indulge in the act.

he was followed by vic, or – as he liked to refer to him as his 'right-man', "hey, hank. why haven't we ever tried to mess with her before?"

you tried to back up slowly, but your back hit against another frame. when you looked up your eyes met with a pair of green ones, followed by an unsettling smile.

it seemed like no one noticed what was happening – or in better words, no one gave a shit about what was happening.

"dont worry, [name], we're not gonna kill you, jeez," belch revealed.

that made henry groan and turn his head towards his friend. "shut up."

patrick, still behind you, held onto your shoulders, which was very easy due to his height. "or we will, you will find out soon."

"both of you shut up," henry silenced them before it could escalate to something else. "so, how about you come with us for a ride? ya'know, get some air n' stuff."

"you mean like skipping school?", you asked.

"why? are you scared? I'm sure your reputation is as shitty as it can get. can't get any worse than that. even ours is better."

you shrugged, and just decided to follow them. just as you sat at your seat – between vic and patrick, you couldn't make out the read ahead of you, as they were driving recklessly. where you were, you hadn't the slightest clue.

they were laughing and howling, sometimes shouting at the drives passing by.

you? well, you were scared shitless. you clung onto your seat belt, and holding back the urge to start shrieking.

after a while you got used to it and had to admit deep down it was kinda fun.

when you stopped, you realized you were at a junkyard. they prepared a fire when the sun began to set down and opened some bottles of beer.

as you all circled around the fire you began to talk about whatever. you also found yourself to... tolerate them. or, better yet, even enjoy their company.

before you knew it, little by little you hang more and more with them, slowly becoming one of them. it was the first time you were a part of something. they felt like home and you could trust them, despite the hardships and more extreme emotional outbursts.

your reputation got even worse but you didn't care. you had found your people.

Activities

other than hanging out in the junkyard, you guys do other stuff (of course).

it's like you all live together, while you also don't. frequent sleepovers, meet-ups on each other houses take place, ect.

vic once convinced you all to go camping a few towns away. despite being the one who recommended the idea, he ended up despicing it. on the other hand, patrick who hated the idea ended up having the most fun. scaring vic by hiding bugs in his tent and pretending he was hearing bears or wolves. belch had enough and kept demanding they'd stop fighting, while you kept laughing at vic's reactions everytime. you never went camping again.

every morning belch picks everyone in order, first henry, then patrick, then you, and lastly – the sleeping queen himself: vic.

then, you make a stop at the local diner, everyone choosing their own specific order that the waitress had already memorized.

unless vic had a hangover from the party the day before, he wouldn't stop complaining about who-knows-what.

sometimes, when you were really bored, you'd go out of town in search of abandoned places, owning them for a while until someone else found them and ruined them almost immediately.

it was expected and common sense you'd show up at ever party. then you all would split for a while but meet up in order to leave. belch was in priority not to drink or get high until anyone else got a license. that's what you all agreed on but that possiblility seemed unlikely.

at school you avoided bullying anyone, but giving up on trying to stop them from terrosizing another kid since it was the only thing they ignored you on. the only time you fought back was to defend yourself. not that you needed to, but because you wanted them to know that you weren't as incompetent as you seemed.

when you had the change you'd shoot empty beer bottles with henry's dad's gun.

Henry Bowers

you and henry would share your deep wounds together. him about his alcoholic and insane old man, and you about your hard time fitting in, both in family and friends.

you would joke around, but to an extent. if you said the wrong thing he'd refuse to speak to you for days, weeks or maybe even months – depending how much it affected him. if he was too stubborn, vic would have to somehow find a way to talk him out of his bitchy attitude.

despite him trying to seem hard-shelled, deep down he was very sensitive. he knew you knew that, and he hated it. it was the only thing he hated about you except the fact that tend to be pushy sometimes.

he had never cried in front the guys, but one day he couldn't hold back when he was only with you. it happened only once, but he still feels humiliated about it and hopes you'd never bring it up. he made you swore to never tell anyone.

butch seemed to like you for a reason, only approving of you from the gang. he hated the rest. when you find yourself at their house, he'd warmly greet you.

at first he and patrick made a lot of sexist joke about you. later when he noticed you went silent you, he started using them less, only saying them once or twice.

always offers you cigarettes, and makes sure to buy your favorites.

sometimes (when he's not in a shitty mood) he pays for your food when you go at the diner without saying a word or giving you the chance to convince him otherwise.

all good things considered, let's be honest here cuz we all know he has more negative that good qualities.

for example; gets jealous super easily and gets mad at you for it, making you apologize for something that isn't your fault.

NEVER admits he's wrong. ever.

when you have a different opinion he tells you to shut up or straight up threatens you.

needs a lot of attention, while also can't have on his tail all the time, making him indecisive and confusing.

sometimes doesn't realize you need help and leaves you deal with your problems alone while you clearly do need some sort of hand.

still, you always have a way to be together again, unable to keep any distance between you both. on weekends you usually take the bus to his house, helping him with the choses around the farm.

Vic Criss

you and vic already knew each other from middle school. you were in the same class and he used to help you with homework.

then, when kids started growing up through that phase everybody did about that sort of rivalry against girls and boys. because of that, your 'friendship' fell apart.

you weren't really friends back then but you could've been.

he never admitted it but he always stared at you from away, wishing you would somehow start talking to each other again.

he was the one who convinced henry to approach you that day. the idea popped into his mind just as those rumors started going around.

he was glad henry agreed. even though he always did, he was anxious of saying no. later, he lied to you, saying it was henry's idea instead and that first interaction you had with him was henry's way of being kind (despite calling you a 'whore').

you and vic were close, in a different way you were with the others. he understood you better and he was very good at telling advice. he was also fun gossiping with. definitely the best when having a sleepover. the others found him annoying or bitchy about it, but with you he was himself.

he also was kinda subtle about his true personality, not showing his true small but intresting quirks only you knew.

speaking of gossiping, almost every weekend he crashed at your place, the excuse being his siblings giving him a headache, while his mom being 'a pain in the ass'.

everytime he had a problem with the others you would be the first to know. he was still henry's 'right-man', but sometimes henry was, well... henry.

at parties he'd get wasted and you'd be 100% sure he'd be found in the bathroom pucking his guts out.

you guys are so close he would be showering while you were doing your business at the toilet, gossiping about everything single detail.

still sometimes helps you with school after some persuation, but keeps reminding you that 'he is not your tutor'.

loves braiding your hair when you're hanging out, especially during class when it's something super boring (even for him).

Patrick Hockstetter

you were honestly pretty scared of patrick at first, and most definitely the only one from the gang who gave you the creepes.

the alligations weren't few, to say the least, and at first you kept your distance from him.

he also didn't try to make a move on you, which you found stange, yet grateful. maybe henry threatened him or something. either way you were considerably on good terms with patrick.

one day at school, while you were waiting for the other three to come at your usual spot during break, he offered you a cigarette. you received it with gratitude, since it was rare for an offer coming from patrick. he even stricked up a conversation, which was... maybe a bit thought provoking.

then he smirked – that one charismatic he wore when you would stop being able to read his mind. he was like a puzzle, but most pieces were missing or switched with incorrect ones. "are the rumors true?", he asked, closing his zippo with a 'click' after he light your cigarette.

"i dont think that you care if they're true or not," you answered back, the tobacco filling your lungs with nicotine.

clouds of smoke escaped his nostrils with each chuckle. "maybe."

on your ride home Black Sun Morning by Screaming Trees was playing from the radio and you found yourself singing alongside patrick. he rose his brows, "you know 'em?"

"duh, of course."

the next day on the ride to school, instead of gossiping with vic you ended up having a deep conversation with patrick about music. you never imagined that you'd be having a conversation about art with him of all people.

since then, you hit it off well. he stopped using sexist comments as well, and even attempted physical contact at the diner, brushing his fingers against your hair. when he realized you let him or try to stop him, he smiled to himself.

in the end you were usually seen together, you sitting on his lap during breaks or at the gym stands, in the car or diner. he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. it was making the others sick.

sometimes you attempted to help him with homework, but he only agreed so you could just hangout. he wasn't really interested in attending college. the thing he was good at was certainly playing the guitar. both bass and lead guitar. vic jokes about him making a band but it something told you he didn't view it as a light joke.

one day he invited you to his house to show you his vinyls and discs. that's when you met his mother and was pretty surprised to find out she was vietnamese. he made sure to never speak vietnamese around you or the others.

when meeting you he became less... interested at the fridge at the junkyard, viewing it less and less. maybe therapy was starting to work out? even for a tiny bit.

extremely protective of you, especially at parties. makes sure to keep an eye out even though you wouldn't know it.

Belch Huggins

belch was the most chill and the most independent one of the gang. aways making sure everything was in check and going smoothly. it was no surprise he was super welcome to you and tried to make you at ease the first few weeks, asking you if you were okay or needed a ride home.

is a gentleman, of course. doesn't tolerance any disrespect towards you, no matter how small it may seem to you.

offeres to pay for you when going out, no matter how many times you don't let him.

one time you both got so drunk you couldn't stop laughing; your bellys hurting and your eyes filled with tears while your faces were bright red. it made henry mad (as usual) but it's a memory you'd never forget. you had no way to get back home, though.

on fridays you watch him play basketball, sitting at the stands, and smoking and encouraging him. sometimes vic or patrick came too, but it was very rarely.

he offers you the ball but you immediately decline, being reminded of the day the ball hit you in the face after you missed your shot.

you requested him to teach you how to drive, which was a bad idea honestly. at first you didn't understand his instructions at all, but when he asked you if you had any questions you lied saying 'no'. after that instead of stepping on going forward you accidentally went backwards, almost crashing his beloved trams-am that he named 'daisy'. then you turned the wheel too far, almost falling at a ditch before he saved you two.

swore that you'd never get a license in your life and forbid you anywhere near the wheel, not even the passengers seat.

his dad owes a workshop, fixing cars. he helped too, supporting him in any way he could. you also helped him here and there while he taught you the basics and answered any questions you had.

he promised that he'd let you fix a car entirely on your own without his help. he said he'd also let you keep it for free.

you have a drawer contained only of belch's clothes. at first you'd ask him to try his sweatshirts on. then you'd complain you were cold and he'd sigh, saying you could give it back another day. but you never did.

you loved it when he gave you biggyback rides. his, especially. he could never refuse, despise how tired he was.

[runninriot]

another one for the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Day 12

prompt: only one bed | rated: t | word count: 998 | tags: sleepover, finding comfort, coming to conclusions, soft boys cuddling, open ending

🌙

Steve can’t sleep.

He’s been tossing and turning for god knows how long but nothing seems to work. The air in the room is stuffy, the light from the street lamp outside shines too bright through the open blinds, and the fucking noise...

    Ugh!

He hates himself for ending up here in the first place. Squished between the wall and Eddie fucking Munson who’s dead asleep on his back, happily snoring, legs and arms splayed out like he owns the fucking place.

Okay, maybe because he does. It's his bed after all.

They’ve been hanging out at the trailer – Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Vickie. And they really had a great time, that’s not the problem. The problem is, that Steve let himself be talked into having ‘just one beer’ and one turned into three which would’ve been fine, really. He could’ve sobered up enough to drive them home by the end of the night. But then Eddie had to bring out the good stuff and- Well.

Him and the girls decided to stay overnight. But unfortunately, Rob and Vic called dibs on the folding couch and while Steve would’ve been fine to sleep on the floor (‘Just hand me a blanket, I really don’t mind.’) Eddie insisted that his bed was big enough for two.

So, here he is now. Lying awake next to the loudest snorer in history, unable to get some much-needed sleep.

Steve turns again, facing Eddie now. He looks at the mess of tangled hair, the starfish-like display of limbs, the half-parted lips, and despite his annoyance he can’t bite back a quiet chuckle.

Eddie looks adorable.

I mean... like a dork!

The sound of his snoring has turned into a muffled sound, almost like he’s talking in his sleep but Steve can’t really make out the words. And then Eddie moves, turns to his side and-

    You have got to be kidding me!

One of Eddie's hands sneaks around his middle the same time he hooks one leg over Steve’s. Eddie shuffles closer, pressing his nose into coarse hair - inhaling deeply, sighing contently in his sleep.

Steve feels trapped, doesn’t know what to do. He can't just push Eddie away, doesn’t want to startle him awake by wiggling out of his grasp because Eddie looks so... comfortable. So cosy, all curled up against Steve’s body.

And it kinda feels nice because Eddie is warm and his skin is soft and the snoring has stopped, which is a big plus.

Surely, he’ll let go and turn back around if Steve just waits a little while. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it.

“Hmm, 's nice," Eddie mumbles.

Steve can feel his lips moving against his chest and it sends a hot blush to his face.

   “Eddie? You awake?” Steve tries but gets no verbal response from the other man. Eddie just tightens his grip, moves even closer to Steve.

The digits on the alarm clock tell him it’s 02:23. He should be asleep by now. He’s so tired, can barely keep his eyes open. Eddie’s skin is so soft and warm and Steve tries to keep his own body from sinking further into the embrace but it feels nice to be held like that. To feel someone else's skin on his own. It should be weird - because that someone is Eddie - but somehow, it's not.

The monotonous sound of Eddie’s now calm breathing works like magic, makes him drift deeper and deeper into a peaceful sleep.

☀️

   “Good morning, sunshine.”

Steve blinks and forces one eye open. He's greeted by a blinding smile that competes with the light of the sun shining through the window.

   “M’rning,” Steve mumbles sleepily in return.

He doesn’t want to get up, wants to sleep a little longer. He wants to stay hidden from the world just a couple more minutes.

Steve ducks his head back down, scoots closer, crawls back into the comfort of Eddie’s arms where it’s warm and safe and-

    Oh.

He freezes when he realises the position they're in – an arm wrapped around his shoulder, his own draped over Eddie's waist. Tangled legs. Steve’s face tucked into the space between Eddie’s shoulder and neck.

    Oh fuck.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind though. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t push him away. Just lets Steve hold him and even starts drawing circles to the skin on his back.

It feels so fucking nice.

   “Hmmm.” Steve hums, nearly moans when he feels Eddie's nails scraping along his neck and into his hair line, sending a tingling sensation through his body.

   “You like that?” Steve feels Eddie’s hoarse, sleepy voice vibrating on his lips where they’re connected to his throat - feather light, barely touching.

  “Feels good,” Steve answers, lips grazing Eddie's skin almost like a tender kiss. Almost.

Beside him Eddie shivers, inhales shakily as he pulls Steve closer into his arms.

They stay like that for a while in comfortable silence, gentle hands stroking long lines up and down Steve's back in steady motion. They're holding each other closer than they should be allowed to. Because they’re friends and that’s not usually what friends do.

   “I could stay like this forever,” Eddie whispers and Steve secretly agrees. Thinks he could live in Eddie’s arms, wouldn’t mind if he held him like this, always.

But forever is a dream and always an illusion.

They both know the moment is over when they can hear the girls talking in the living room. They’ll have to let each other go and get up. Forget about this and pretend it never happened.

Steve peels himself off reluctantly, keeps one hand placed on Eddie’s side. He's not quite ready to leave.

Their eyes meet and there’s a sad smile on Eddie’s face. Steve wants to kiss it better, knows he can't.

He shouldn’t want this but Eddie is right there; hesitating, like he doesn't want to let go either and maybe...

"Stevie?"

Yeah, maybe.

[havve05]

Max verstappen - instagram au

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[zofi-persson-quotes]

Ghost Puppet (Vic): So how’s the sleepover going?

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): I went to get snacks and came back to this delightful scene

NetherwartEater69 Sent An Image

[Dark and Red are watching the horror movie on the screen with almost twisted levels of excitement, Purple is watching with mild interest while Green has his face buried in Purple's chest]

Aloy irl but with less tech (Primal): Dark and Red look kinda terrifying

The Avatar (Chosen): They're really into the movie

Your elemental power is... G R E E N (Sec): Aww, is Greenie scared of the spooky movie?

Music Man!! (Green): Fuck you, as if you’d be any better. Horror movies used to make you cry!

Your elemental power is... G R E E N (Sec): Horror movies don’t bother me anymore

Your elemental power is... G R E E N (Sec): I have stared death in the eye and laughed

Music Man!! (Green): …

FlyingAway (Purple): …

Ghost Puppet (Vic): …

#1SpiderFan (Dark): …

Animal Whisperer (Red): …

Aloy irl but with less tech (Primal): …

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): …

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): …

The Avatar (Chosen): I think I speak for everyone when I say that you need therapy

Your elemental power is... G R E E N (Sec): You know if I had a nickel for every time someone has told me that I need therapy I’d be a millionaire by now

Music Man!! (Green): Because you need it!

[sunflowersteves]

Hey!! Congrats on your milestone! So happy for you!! 💕

🌼 Can I please get the prompt 'tap' with Mando? 💕

ty tarren!!! and happy follower celebration to u too!!! and absolutely, love, mr tin can has my heart and I love him sm.

warnings || none, fluff

Din watched as you entertained Grogu, a wide smile on your face as you run in circles near the beach.

The waves crashed against your ankles, sun glistening against your skin. Grogu’s eyes were wide and giggles erupted from his small stature.

Din could feel something swarm beneath his chest—a mixture of warmth and comfort that he wasn’t sure what to make of.

He watched for what felt like hours, the slow motion of your feet padding across the sand and Grogu’s wide smile. He felt whole. He felt happy. It wasn’t something that he had ever afforded himself before, but it was new.

It wrapped around him and gave him a skipped beat of his heart. He would do anything for the two to you, that much he knew. It captured him whole and pulled him down into the peaceful depths of pure desire to love.

He turned around, walking slowly to distance himself. His heart was pounding against his ears and throbbing against his helmet.

He needed to do something different, something to distract him from the encompassing feeling that was going to swallow him whole.

He tended to his ship. He made as many modifications to the smaller ship as he could possible. It didn’t take long, though. The ship had much easier maintenance than the Razor Crest—no matter how much he missed the grey ship.

He could hear you before you even started walking up to him. You whispered sweet words to Grogu and his chest thumped hard when he heard the words, “your dad,” leave your lips.

You had Grogu in your arms. His little body was slipped over in exhaustion and he made little hums, as if to acknowledge he was listening to you.

You stop near the ship and look up at Din. He busies himself even more, the distraction barely working anymore. You reach up and tap him on the shoulder, it was so gentle he almost couldn’t hear the sound of his beskar. He turns around, the urge to be near you was encompassing his thoughts and he couldn’t help it.

“I think we should find an Inn soon.”

He nods. He drops the hypo wrench into his basket of tools. He takes a step closer and your chest restricts—the feeling of warmth spreading through you.

He pauses, trying to find the right words. “You’re good at that.”

Your head tilts to the side. “At what?”

You’re very clearly out of breath. You were heaving up and down, a bead of sweat glistening against your temple. He had worn you out with all of the playing around. The little baby in your arms just snuggles closer into your chest.

“Taking care of him.”

You hum, a smile stretched out onto your face. “You’re good at that too.”

He wants to shake his head, but he doesn’t. He knows his morals aren’t always the best, but he tries. He really tries.

Instead, he continues to stare at you—heart seizing in his chest at the sight of his little family right before him.

“Cyare?”

Your heart skips at the nickname. “Yeah, Din?”

“I…I, dank ferrick, I lo—” He curses at himself, at the world. He couldn’t say those three little words even though he knew he felt them.

“I know.” You say, smile wide and cheerful. Din almost glows in return. You know. Holy shit, you know.

You caress the cheek of his helmet, and he almost preens into you—even if he can’t feel it. “I love you too.”

[liiilyevans]

Next Gen Girls

Victoire

The big sister of the group

Always there to lend an ear and is the first to defend her girls when the need arises

Tries really hard not to let her cousins see her cracks (she's a lot like her dad in that way)

She teaches her little cousins (Lucy, Roxanne, and Lily) some French when they're around eight

They all end up on the floor laughing with tears in their eyes because the girls can't roll their r's well and it makes for some interesting pronunciations

She never misses a family dinner at her Grandma Molly's house

If she is not there, something is wrong

Has broken up a physical fight between her cousins before and will do it again

She is close with all the girls and doesn't really have one in particular who she's closer to

She always carves out time to talk to each of the girls and bond with them

No one dislikes Vic

They might hate her bluntness or have disagreements with her, but she does not keep receipts and all her cousins appreciate that about her

Dominique

Can you say wild child?

She's the reason Bill and Fleur have grey hairs for sure

She's two years younger than Vic and they are like night and day

Dom is the life of the party and also the family's budtender though most of the parents are unaware of this

She's very chill and loves hanging out with her cousins and gossiping

This has gotten her into trouble before

Once Rose walked in on Dom talking about her latest hook up and Rose ended up not speaking to her for over two months

She is really close with Molly

These girls are twin flames, both wild to the core

They go backpacking across Europe together after they graduate Hogwarts

Dom decides to get a tattoo while she's high and it ends up getting infected

Molly takes her to a Muggle doctor and the girls end up giggling over how cute he is

Molly

Molly is the same age as Dom, but she was born first

She is supper smart but never flashes it around

Organizes monthly girl's nights for all her cousins

Not all of them end up coming and that's ok, but they know the door is always open if they want to

If they do end up coming, she makes a bunch of 'junk food' like chips and chocolate chip cookies from scratch

She takes after her grandmother when it comes to cooking and the other girls love her for it

If Dom is the budtender, Molly is the bartender

She used to work at a bar and can do all sorts of fancy tricks when pouring shots or making drinks

One night when the girls are all together, she makes a mixed drink for each of her cousins and one for her sister and names them after each of them

Rose

The definition of the cool one

She's always off on some adventure or taking some cool vacation

She is six years younger than Vic, but they're still very close

She goes to Vic whenever she needs advice on anything from love to life to her career

The younger girls adore her and think she's the best thing since baked bread

She caught them doing weed (which they stole from Dom) once at the Burrow in the twins' old room and didn't tell the adults

Instead she grabbed them water, helped them add a little concealer so they didn't look so high, and reminded them that getting high with their parents downstairs was definitely not the best idea

Then she winked and was gone

Everyone is always shocked that Ron and Hermione produced such a chill kid

She's Healer so anytime that one of the girls end up with the slightest headache they call Rose

She pretends to be annoyed but she really loves it

Lucy

She's the quiet one

Not in the shy way but in the if you interrupt me again, I'll cut your head off way

A total bookworm

And swears like a sailor

She's the most reclusive of the Wotter girls

She's the one who comes to their sleepovers the least, even though her sister hosts them

It's not that she doesn't like them or the girls, she just values her peace and quiet

She's is six years younger than her sister and eight years younger than Vic

If any of the girls were going to pull up to a fight, they're bringing Lucy

She is tiny but mighty

Roxanne

Loudest of all the girls and definitely the most likely to accidently break something

She's the same age as Lucy, but Luce was born first

She loves the chaos that is the Burrow when all of her family members are there

Is probably the easiest of the girls to talk to and the most outgoing

Like this girl's mouth does not stop moving for a second

Are we surprised that she's really funny?

No, no one is surprised by that

She is closest with Lily, but Vic is like an older sister to her

She and Lily hang out a lot at school and once they graduate, they move in together

They definitely spend those first few years partying way too much and getting high way too often

But they grow and mature together and they're closer because of it

Lily

If you took all of Harry's bad traits and all of Ginny's bad traits and mixed them in a pot, you'd get Lily Lu

She is sarcastic and always has a comeback ready

She can also be a brat and Ginny blames Harry for that

She is the last grandchild born, three months younger than Roxanne

She has green eyes not brown, and yes, this is a hill I will die on

Loves her cousins, but can find them overbearing at times, especially Vic

When she's feeling overwhelmed, she goes to hang out with Lucy

They both appreciate the quiet and downtime

She sites the fact that she and Roxanne both have annoying older brothers as the reason they're so close

Also a wild child, but in a much more self-destructive way than Molly or Dom are

She blows through boys like they're candy, and it's especially concerning to her cousins

She's loyal though and no one is going to say a word about her family without answering to her

You can think Becky (aka @harryissuchalittleshit) for these headcanons because she asked me for them! You should send all the love her way because she is awesome!

[letsscreamwithme]

I am going to ramble about the idea of Larry giving Keeg a childhood off-screen.

Keeg doesn't have his own bedroom, usually just sleeping in/with Larry or in his plasma ball but he does have a playroom (they got enough rooms to give him a playroom). He's got several types of toys and you can tell who gave him what. His absolute favorite toy is a penguin plush that he got from a trip to the zoo. His favorite from Larry is a wooden airplane, his favorite from Cliff is a box of hot wheels, his favorite from Rita is a Barbie with practically every outfit available, his favorite from Vic is a box of Legos, his favorite from Jane is a children's easel (I know it's not exactly a toy but it's in his playroom so it counts), his favorite from Laura is a doctor's kit, and his favorite from Rama is a chemistry set.

Larry takes Keeg to the local park and he makes friends with every child there. Larry has semi-befriended many of the kids parents.

(random idea for a conversation between him and one of the parents:

Parent: the father of my daughter left me when I got pregnant.

Larry: yeah...Keeg's dad did too.

No one questions him saying "Keeg's dad" because they can see that he isn't exactly human so him having two dads, one who implies he carried the child, isn't their biggest worry.)

Keeg gets invited often to sleepovers and to spend the day at other kids homes but Larry is worried about letting him go without him. The parents understand, the kids not so much. Keeg does get to go to every birthday party though and occasionally his friends do get to spend the day at his house. Once, Keeg did have a birthday party (either in-between seasons or after the show's end, you decide) where his friends showed up and they had a blast. He's friends with two cyborgs (one being THE cyborg) and one of his friends can shapeshift? Of course kids are going to have fun.

Keeg really wants to go to school but Larry is worried about letting him go.

[moonlight-prose]

night crawling - 💗

joel miller, layla el faouly, jake lockley

BABES HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???? I could never answer who I’d put to kill because I just refuse to kill them. Honestly dying on the inside.

Fuck - Jake Lockley because he’s also the husband.

Marry - Joel Miller cause once again that’s my HUSBAND.

KISS - Layla my wife my queen my darling and love. I’d never hurt her ever.

[fushic0re]

fmk: steve, namor, geralt 😌✨

WHY ARE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU

marry namor bc my scorpio moon needs him, fuck geralt bc he's scary and big and i love scary and big, kill steve's geriatric ass <3

sweater weather sleepover ੈ♡˳

[hb-writes]

Family

Characters: Frank Castle & Teen Reader/OC (she/ her pronouns)

Prompt: heyyy so I was wondering if u could do a platonic lil Drabble for The punisher/frank castle with a teen reader with #60 for the one hundred compliments maybe like where he sees her as a daughter and she sees him as a father figure-sorry if that don’t make sense

Summary: Even after all these years and all the bad things that have come to happen in Frank Castle's life, he still maintains a connection with his army buddy's orphaned daughter, a relationship that has kept both of them a little more sane while wading through the grief of loss because they're family and that's what family does.

Content Warnings: Mention of death/ loss/ grief

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Frank’s eyes slid to the clock on the wall as she slumped into the booth across from him at the diner. She was seventeen minutes late, but that was nothing new. Frank had come to expect that she would arrive anywhere between 3 to 20 minutes late no matter what.

The kid was never on time. Her parents had been the same way—to the point that it was a running joke between the two families—and Frank sometimes wondered if she held onto that trait only because she knew it was something that tied her to them, to her mother and father. 

He��d offered to hold their regular meet up later in the day—a late breakfast or lunch, even—but she insisted on keeping the Sunday early morning time slot despite never arriving on time. Frank didn’t really mind. There was a certain bit of nostalgia to it, painful as that could be sometimes. Sad as that could be... 

Once upon a time, their group had occupied one of the corner booths, her and Frank and their families, but with Maria and the kids gone and her parents gone, too, Frank and the girl were all that was left.

Frank had already ordered her breakfast, knowing her preferences well-enough to ask the waitress for an order of french toast with bacon and—

“Mmmm Coffee,” she nearly moaned, reaching out for the steaming mug before she even finished getting settled in the booth. Frank figured it was his bad influence that had the girl craving it with that sort of vigor—enjoying it black, only—unlike most of the kids her age who seemed to prefer the near-religious consumption of Starbucks-branded sugar and cream with a splash of coffee rather than the other way around. 

Her mother would probably have killed Frank for encouraging the habit. He didn’t imagine she’d be drinking it if her parents were still alive, but there were plenty of things that fit that category. Coffee was probably the least concerning of them, but the only role models she had in her life these days—Frank and her Aunt—were both caffeine fiends, so he didn't fault the girl one bit in that regard. 

“You look like shit,” she said, an eyebrow quirked as she eyed Frank over the top of her cup.

It was the truth—Frank was sporting a nasty bruise on his face that looked like it hurt, but he didn’t take the bait, scrutinizing her from across the table instead.

Frank reached out for his own coffee cup. “And you look like you never made it home last night.” 

She glanced down at her outfit—a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and slides that all very clearly didn’t belong to her. Her options had been limited when she’d reluctantly pulled herself from her short slumber. Her choices had been to either force herself back into last night’s homecoming dress and heels or to raid her date’s drawers, and she hadn’t been too interested in getting back into the dress to ride the train before 6 am. 

She stayed quiet as Frank sipped from his coffee.

“So uh…Vic knows about your little sleepover?” Frank asked into the quiet between them.

She shrugged, reaching for the maple syrup and drowning her french toast. Her Aunt Victoria was an ER nurse and she was working a double this weekend so she wouldn’t be home until mid-afternoon. She had texted with her throughout the dance the night before and after, sending a text that said ‘Night. I’m going to sleep xoxo.’ It technically hadn’t been a lie. She just hadn’t been going to sleep in her own bed.

She focused on cutting her food into bite sized pieces, well-aware that Frank was watching her every move, trying to figure something out about her without having to ask. He leaned back against the booth suddenly and cleared his throat.

“So are you dating this kid?”

She had a feeling Frank already knew the answer and just wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“So, uh…” she started, with no intention of confirming or denying anything. “What happened to your face, Frank?” She pointed at him with a forkful of french toast. “Looks like it hurts.” 

Frank snorted as she chewed on a bite. It did hurt, but that was beside the point.

“What’s the kid’s name?” 

“Who?” she asked, spearing another bite with her fork. “The guy that hit you?" She took a bite, shrugging. "I don’t know, Frank. You tell me.”

“Don’t try to be cute, kid.” 

“I don’t need to try to be cute,” she answered. “It comes quite naturally.” 

“Alright, enough. Just tell me your…” Frank paused for a moment, thinking. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? She’d never really expressed any sort of preference one way or another. Or at least, she hadn’t expressed it to him, and Frank knew better than to assume. “Tell me your... special friend’s name,” he said.

She resisted the urge to laugh at the term, closing her eyes to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “No,” she said before shoveling another bite in her mouth.

“So you are dating, then? There is someone special?” 

“No…” she started, holding out the word, her cheeks heating as she realized he’d caught her. “I—It’s not—Why does it even matter?” 

“Because you’re not supposed to be dating.” 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “According to who?” 

Her aunt didn’t have rules about that type of thing. The woman barely had any rules at all. She kept her grades up and she stayed out of trouble, and there was very little guidance given to her outside of that. Frank tried to guide her from afar, to put in his two cents when he could, but his sphere of influence was a bit limited these days, considering most of the world thought he was dead. Their connection was somewhat confined to occasional phone calls and these semi-regular breakfasts. It wasn’t like he could enforce much from that standpoint. 

“I thought your stance was no dating until sixteen?” She raised her eyebrows in question. 

She didn’t just think that was his stance. She knew it because Frank and Maria had said it often enough about Lisa and Frank Jr., and her parents had been what she considered way more strict than the two of them.

Her dad had always said she could date after she had her high school diploma in hand and not a moment sooner. She’d always thought Maria and Frank seemed like cooler parents because of it…much more reasonable, not that the matter of her dating was anything more than theoretical back then. The idea of dating hadn’t even really been on her mind at the time. She had been just a kid when her parents passed away.  

“I’m seventeen now, in case you’ve forgotten,” she added, though Frank couldn’t forget. He remembered her birth because she’d been born shortly before him and her dad returned from a tour. The guys had all been nearly as excited to meet the new kid as they had been to see their own families. 

“Yeah, well, I owe it to your dad to at least try and honor his wishes,” Frank answered. 

How many of their conversations over the last five years had been because of that, an attempt to honor her parents and their wishes? Because they weren't here to ask the questions, or enforce their rules? Because they weren't here to encourage her to be patient, to make sure she was being smart and safe and all of the things Frank imagined a parent of a teenager was meant to do?

And over the last three years, how much of what he said and did where she was involved was because Lisa and Frank Jr. weren’t here, too? For years, she’d called him Uncle Frank, thought of him just the same way she did all of her dad’s army buddies. She wasn’t technically his kid, but at the same time, she was... 

“And it’s my…duty…to make sure you’re being safe.”

She choked on her coffee, struggling to keep it in her mouth as she sensed where the conversation was going.

“To make sure—”

“No,” she shook her head, heat blazing in her cheeks at the mere thought of discussing the birds and the bees with Frank. It was too early in the morning for this. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not having this conversation. Aunt Vic is a nurse and I’m not an idiot, okay? End of discussion.” 

Frank snorted, his body shaking with a bit of laughter. “Glad to hear it, though that wasn’t what I meant.” 

She grabbed for her coffee, just to have something to do, pulling it towards her lips though she waited to take a sip, not knowing where the conversation was going and not wanting to risk spitting coffee across the table.

“I just meant you have to be careful with who you trust,” he said. “I wouldn’t want something to happen to you, is all. For you to get hurt…"

Frank fiddled with his untouched silverware, straightening it on the placemat before meeting her eye. “They’re a good person?” 

She sighed, leaning back into the cushions as she finally took the sip she’d been delaying. The waitress came to offer a refill and they both accepted, silent as she poured their coffees. 

“Yes,” she allowed once the woman stepped away, her voice softening. “He’s a good person, Frank.” 

Frank nodded. “Good. That’s good.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Your aunt has met this kid?” 

She nodded. “We’ve already done all the awkward ‘meet the family’ stuff. Aunt Vic was a menace as I’m sure you can imagine. Dad would’ve been pleased.” 

"Good." Frank smiled. “Someone’s gotta be.” 

They both sipped at their coffees in silence and she watched as Frank became occupied looking out the window, tracking the movements of passersby in their surroundings. 

“I wish I could introduce him to you.” 

Frank turned his gaze to her, a bit surprised by the words. It wouldn’t ever happen—it couldn’t because of everything that had gone down. Technically, Frank Castle didn’t exist. Not even Vic knew that he was alive and having breakfast with her niece. "Really?"

“Of course I wish you could meet him. You’re family, Frank.” The way she said it made it sound like an obligation and seeing that fact settle on Frank’s face, she added, “I’m happy to have you as my family. Lucky.” 

Frank nodded, the hint of a smile there on his face. “I'm lucky to have you too, kid.”

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