They Got Their Own Thing!

they got their own thing!

glory hole..? 😰

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

how rude of bencer to not let him wear his biderman shirt ! > :(

good morning, good afternoon or good night depending on the time you see this . Excuse my English, I'm using the translator.I wanted to ask for an imagine about dad Spencer, where his son (Theo/Luca or whatever name you prefer) besides being jealous of his mother (not letting Spencer give him kisses, pushing him so they don't hug, etc.) at his young age He starts calling Spencer "Spencer" instead of "Papa", I think it would be a nice imagine

sorry this is so short <3 loved this req tho!!

hearing your son laugh was easily your favorite sound in the whole world. there was nothing that created a warmth inside of you the way hearing your son laugh did.

however, your feelings were a bit more conflicted when you heard your husband let out a long, “Heeeeyyyy!” You could tell by his tone he was offended. “You guys okay?” You holler, pausing the show you were watching as you folded laundry.

“No!” Spencer yelled, followed by another fit of giggles from your son. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at the sound. The smile quickly dissipated as you opened the door.

“Mommy!” Your son cheered, quickly running over to hug your legs. Spencer had just finished getting him dressed, but his crooked shirt made you laugh. “Hi, honey,” You cooed at him as you bent down to pick him up.

“Oh, so she gets mommy?” Spencer questioned your son as he moved to start cleaning up his room. He could tell you were confused by his statement based on the way you furrowed your eyebrows. He raised his, giving a ‘watch this’ kind of expression. Spencer moved to your side, attempting to press a kiss to your son’s head. Your son did not appreciate this action, squealing and burying his head into your shoulder to avoid his father’s lips.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sequence of actions. Once your son realized Spencer had move his head away, he removed himself from the nook he’d created of your body. “No, bencer!” He said, glaring at his father. Your jaw dropped as he attempted to pronounce Spencer’s first name. “Luca!” You scolded, shocked at his words.

“See!” Spencer said, defeated. “He’s been like this ALL morning. He just wants you.” He collapsed on the toddler bed as he finished. “Luca,” you cooed again, moving to sit next to Spencer. You two barely fit in the small bed. “You gotta be nice to daddy,” You told him, moving him so that he was sitting between you and Spencer.

Luca didn’t answer, simply shaking his head ‘no’, and moving closer to you.

“I see how it is,” Spencer told Luca as he stood to his full height. “I guess you’ll have to have the breakfast mommy makes.” Spencer shrugged, making his way to the door. You turned your head to Luca, who nuzzled his way to your side. Spencer left the room.

“Why are you being mean to daddy?” You asked, running your hand through his hair. Luca left out an all too adorable huff, “I wanted my biderman shirt.”

​nah i don’t need to be called out after waking up 2 hours past my alarm for this exact reason

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

You cannot escape me @unidentifiablesubject 😈

the other one