#Without scruff is for showing to mom

[pokecatt]

With and without the scruff.

Alice Pepper, 20, during her time in Kalos, which I have set two years after BW2.

[eddieschains]

Dream Come True

Older!Eddie X Fem!Reader

credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the older eddie edit <3

Word Count: 2.8k

TW// 18+, age gap (reader is early 20s, Eddie is 50s), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degradation, face slapping, creampie, let me know if i missed anything!!

It was your parents 25th wedding anniversary. They liked to make a big deal out of it every 5 years, throwing a big party and inviting as many people as they could. You never understood why they couldn’t just go out to dinner alone to celebrate instead of dragging you along to hang out with their old friends. But he made it all worth it.

Eddie Munson. Your dads friend from high school. He was kind of old sure, but he was damn sexy. He had the softest looking long curly brown hair, peppered with just the right amount of grey. The perfect amount of scruff around his face, messy yet neat at the same time. And his arms and chest littered with tattoos.

He played in a metal band that your dad was a part of shortly in college, until he decided he’d rather marry your mom and start a family. Bleh. You had watched all the videos of their shows when he was younger, and while you should’ve been impressed by your dads skills as a musician, you could never take your eyes off of Eddie.

He was still in the band, constantly in LA recording or touring the world. He always made time to visit you and your parents when he was back in Hawkins though. You hadn’t seen him in about 5 years, the last time being your high school graduation, when he could barely keep his eyes off of you. You thought since you were freshly 18 he would finally take you someplace to fuck you raw, but that might’ve just been wishful thinking.

In reality, he didn’t pay much attention to you when he visited. Nothing more than the usual “how have you been” or “how’s school going?”. But, that wasn’t going to stop you from continuing to try and get his attention.

You opted for a short black dress, probably showing a little more cleavage than you usually would, some high heeled boots, and a simple silver necklace. You were in the kitchen of the beach house your parents rented, fixing yourself a drink while you waited for the guests so trickle in.

“Honey, can you greet people at the door and take their coats?” You hear your mom call from the other room. You roll your eyes before taking a sip of your wine and making your way to the door.

You spend the next 30 minutes welcoming all of your parents friends, frustratingly having to answer the same questions over and over and using your best fake laugh to laugh at all of their dad jokes. You were just about ready to leave and scream in the bathroom until you saw the black mustang pull up. Eddie.

You fix you hair and push your boobs up a little more before he makes his way to the door. “Sweetheart.” He bows his head, making his way into the house.

“Eddie.” You do the same. You ask to take his jacket and hang it with the rest. You decide your door duty is over once Eddie arrives, following him into the house. “This is nice. Didn’t know your old man bought a new place.” He says looking around, taking in all the little details.

“Oh it’s not ours, they just rented it for the party. Always need to make a big deal out of their love.” You scoff.

Eddie chuckles, “Marriage is a big deal. You’ll find that out soon enough.”

“No thanks. Marriage is just a big money grab. Why can’t I just spend the rest of my life with the person I love without the governments involvement? Plus it’s harder to get divorced than it is to get married.” You respond.

“You’re a smart girl. What are you studying again?” He asks, genuinely interested.

“Psychology. I graduate in a couple months.” You smile proudly.

“Ah you gonna tug at my brain tonight?” He laughs.

This is your chance to make a move, you think to yourself. “I could tug at something else if you’d like.” You whisper, a smirk on your face.

Eddie coughs, clearing his throat. “Uh i’m gonna go say hi to your parents.” He practically runs away. You would’ve been embarrassed by your boldness if you hadn’t noticed the way his cheeks turned red and his legs shook at your words.

You take your place back in the kitchen, avoiding conversation with the large group of people. You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Eddie grabbing a beer from the fridge.

“Can’t stand being out there any longer without at least one beer.” You chuckle, mumbling in agreement. “When did your parents become so prissy?”

“Oh you mean they haven’t always been like this?” You laugh. “Dad got a promotion a couple years ago so I guess he feels the need to impress them.”

“You should’ve seen him in college, when he was still in the band. He was wild.” Eddie laughs, recalling the memories.

“As wild as you?” You raise an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side.

Eddie’s cheeks turn red, “I’m not wild.”

“You expect me to believe that the man who’s been rocking girls panties off for the last 30 years isn’t a wild one?” You step closer to him, hearing how his breathing changes. “I’ve seen what those hands can do.”

“Hey… stop.” You know he only says it because he should, not that he really wants you to.

You wrap your hand around his neck, pulling his ear down to your mouth. “But i’m not wearing any panties.”

Eddie lets a soft moan escape his mouth before running off. “I need to use the restroom.” You’re left in the kitchen, giggling and smirking to yourself, waiting a couple minutes before following him.

You put your head up to the bathroom door, listening to him heavy breathing and muttering curse words under his breath. You open the door, locking it behind you.

“What the fuck?!” He whisper yells. “What are you doing?”

“Oh I thought that was an invitation. You know, tell the girl you’re going to the bathroom, she follows…” You jump up on the sink, spreading your legs a little wider. “And then the guy fucks her brains out on the sink.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, trying his best not to look you in the eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But you want to, don’t you?” You jump off the sink, pulling him towards you. “Don’t think I forgot about the way you were looking at my tits at my graduation party. Or the way your eyes immediately went down to my thighs when I greeted you tonight. You’re a dirty old man, and I want to be your filthy… little… girl.” Your words send shivers down his spine.

“Fuck it.” He growls before pressing his lips against yours. His hands immediately reach for your hips, his fingers digging into them sure to leave marks tomorrow. You wrap your arms around the back of his head, pulling on his hair. He lets out a moan, and you take the opportunity to dip your tongue into his mouth.

He taste just like how you imagined. A mix of tobacco and mint, followed with a slight flavor of the beer he just drank. He removes his mouth from yours, moving down your neck, sucking on that sweet spot just behind your ear. His hands travel down to your ass, squeezing and slapping as he continues his assault on your neck.

You twirl your fingers in his hair, pushing him further into you as you feel the heat between your legs growing more and more intense. He backs you up until your back hits the sink, a whimper leaving your mouth. He lifts the bottom of your dress, exposing your naked cunt.

“Fuck. You weren’t lying.” You chuckle as he continues kissing and sucking your skin, moving further down your body. “You did this because you knew I was coming, huh? Or are you just that much of a whore?”

You moan at his words, loving the way he says it. “Oh you like that? Like when I call you a fucking whore?” You mumble an mm-hmm right as he reaches where you needed him the most. “God you have such a pretty pussy, baby. Mind if I have a little taste?”

“Please.” You whimper, and he dives right in. His tongue drags from your entrance, all the way up to your clit. “Fuck, Eddie.” You moan out as his tongue flicks back and forth.

He licks you up and down a few times before focusing on your clit. Attaching his mouth to your aching bud, and sucking it like it was his last meal. You couldn’t speak. It was like he took away your ability to form any kind of words. You’d never felt like this before, never gotten head like this before. He truly was a master, and not just when it came to music.

The filthy sounds of his tongue mixed with your own arousal was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You feel him bring his fingers up to your entrance, playing with it while gathering your wetness. He looks up at you, his mouth still on your cunt, looking for permission to keep going. You nod, and without another word he sinks two fingers into you.

“Oh my- fuck!” You scream out before bringing a hand to your mouth, not wanting to bring attention to what was happening in here. You feel him smile against your pussy, pushing his fingers in and out of you.

His fingers were thick enough, you had no idea how you were supposed to fit, what you assumed, was his even thicker cock. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, not relenting his attack on your clit. He moans into your pussy, sending even more vibrations of pleasure through you. He seemed to really enjoy eating your pussy. Maybe just as much as you were.

He starts to move his fingers faster, flicking his tongue across your clit searching for your orgasm. “Shit, Eddie- Eddie i’m gonna- fuck fuck fuck.” You can’t even make out a cognitive sentence with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me. Cum on my face.” That was all you needed to hear before your legs were shaking, closing in on his head as yours was thrown back, cursing his name under your breath.

He keeps thrusting his fingers into you, softly to help you ride out your high. Once your breathing starts to regulate again, he pulls out, placing soft kisses on your thighs before moving up to your mouth. “You okay?” He asks, pecking your lips.

You nod, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Placing your hand on the crotch of his jeans, you can feel just how much he enjoyed that. You palm at his rock hard cock through his pants, while he moans above you into the kiss.

“Can I suck you off?” You ask, continuing to press into him.

“Not gonna last. I need to be inside of you.” He moans, shuffling his pants off as quickly as possible, and you realize that you didn’t have to assume his size anymore. He was big. The biggest you’ve ever seen. Thick too. If you had to picture the perfect dick, he had it.

“Jesus christ.” You mumble, earning a chuckle from him. He spits into his hand, stroking his cock to prepare himself.

“Can I see your tits?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. He pulls the straps of your dress off, nearly tearing them, and pushes the top of your dress down so that it’s sitting on your waist. “Oh my god, we’re you created by the gods or something?”

“I was created by your best friend.” You smirk, reminding him of who exactly he was about to fuck.

He groans, twisting his eyebrows up. “Don’t remind me.” He places his hands on your tits, rubbing and squeezing them in circles before catching one in his mouth.

You place your hand on the back of his head as he licks and sucks on your nipple, his hand playing with the other before switching places. Once he’s has enough, he steps back, grabbing onto his cock and sliding it up and down your folds.

“Ready?” He asks as you nod furiously. He slides just the tip in, testing the waters. You wince as he stretches you open. It hurts only for a moment, but the earlier tongue fucking definitely helped you get used to it quicker.

He pushes more of his length in, an inch at a time until his balls hit the back of your ass. “Shit you’re so fucking tight. Could bust right now.” He moans before pulling out slightly, and pushing back in.

You grab onto his biceps for leverage as he picks up the pace. You pull him closer to you, pushing his hair to one side while your lips find his neck. He groans at the feeling, grabbing the back of your neck as he rapidly begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my god- that’s it, fuck. Feels so good.” You moan in his ear. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, along with each of your moans. He moves his hands down to your hips, using them to fuck you back into him.

“Who would’ve thought my best friends daughter would be such a filthy fucking whore? Sucking my cock into her pussy like this? God you feel so fucking good on my cock like this.” His words continue to egg you on. You can’t say anything other curse words followed by moans of pleasure as he fucks into you.

You start to feel your high approaching again, embarrassingly quick and he takes notice. He pulls your head into his, pressing your forehead against his. “You gonna cum for me again? Gonna drench my fat cock with your cum? Hmm, baby?” You moan in response, but it’s not enough for him. “Use your words, tell me how good i’m making you feel right now.”

You still can’t find the words, and that’s when you feel a sharp slap across your cheek. “Say. It.” He growls, his thrusts speeding up as his thumb takes place on your clit. He rubs perfect circles on your clit while awaiting a response before slapping his palm across your cheek once again. “What the fuck did I just tell you? Say it.”

“Feels so good Eddie. Love the way your cock fills my pussy, gonna make me cum- fuck!” Your body goes limp as your second orgasm crashes over you. Eddie picks you up by your ass, moving your body against the bathroom door.

“That’s right, dirty slut loves the way I feel inside of her.” His body is keeping you up against the door as he continues to fuck into you with a hurried speed, chasing his own high. “How would she feel if I filled her up with my cum?”

All you can muster is a moan, receiving another slap across the face. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes please Eddie, fill me up. Cum in me. I wanna feel you, please please please.” The overstimulation is almost getting to be too much as you feel a tear slide down your face.

Although, it doesn’t last long as he gives you a couple more hard thrusts before you feel his seed coating your walls. “Fuuuck.” He moans out, his head falling into your neck.

He stills for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his own orgasm before lifting his head to kiss you. He wipes your tears away before slowly sliding out of you and placing you back on your feet.

“You’re something else.” He laughs, pulling his pants back up.

“So are you.” You smile, fixing your dress. “Who knew old dudes like you could fuck so good?”

He shoots you a look, making you giggle. “Don’t tell your parents about this.”

You furrow your eyebrows and scoff. “Yeah let me just go down there and let them know their best friend just fucked the shit out of their daughter.” He laughs before exiting the bathroom and returning downstairs to the party.

You wait a couple minutes to follow him, not wanting to be suspected of anything. You make your way to your dad, hoping she didn’t notice that you and Eddie went missing.

“There you are honey. Oh what happened to your dress?” You look down, noticing the tear in your strap. You look over at Eddie, seeing the biggest smirk on his face as he sips his beer.

“Must’ve torn it this morning putting it on.” You respond, avoiding eye contact.

“Well you should go out a jacket on, make yourself look a little put together please.”

You sigh, walking away. “Yes daddy.”

You walk past Eddie as he grabs you arm, whispering in your ear. “Yes daddy.”

[muletia]

Tsundere naga Ratchet who says our presence is “tolerable” but is also that one friend who advices us to her home safe when we leave, or if it’s getting dark out and Optimus isn’t able to for whatever reason Ratchet slithers over saying he’ll escort you back safely, and no matter how much you try to insist you’re fine Ratchet just gives you a light scowl, he’s not going to be convinced 

You show up to the temple wanting to see your Naha friends in the middle of a downpour of all things, practically a storm, and Ratchet is at first like what do you mean you walked all the way here in a storm?! Have you no regard for your own safety tint human?! Ratchet allowing you to safely construct a small campfire while he helps wring the water out of your hair, all the while gently reminding you you are, in fact, an idiot for walking out in a storm without a coat 

Tsundere naga Ratchet slithered up in the trees basking in the sun, acting like he’s ignoring you as you clumsily clamber about the branches like a newborn monkey but he’s actually got his hearing focused on your breathing to make sure you’re not exerting yourself. Naha Ratchet’s heart leaping into his throat when he suddenly hears the branch snapping and just barely manages to catch you by the scruff of your shirt, congratulates you’ve now earnt yourself five hours minute in nags coil jail. You’re going to sit safely in naga Ratchet’s coils for giving him a heart attack stupid human 

Nah bro, I totally get it autocorrect is my number one enemy too.

That one mom friend Ratchet is exactly what I needed in my life. Of course, he swears he's only taking care of you because he doesn’t want your death on his conscience, but he nearly has a heart attack the moment you so much as scratch your finger and he sees a single drop of blood.

This version of Ratchet also gives me huge moronsexual vibes. One day he sees you doing the most irresponsible, most brain-dead thing imaginable (by his standards), and instead of getting furious he discovers he’s horrendously down bad for you lmao

[voidandabyssal]

Heeeyy, i don't know if you do platonic asks so you can ignore this if you don't

A random scenario popped up my mind and i cant stop thinking about it, ok so the star boys with a teammate that is basically a tired dad/mom for them

i just imagine them being tired as heck and Dream, Blue and ink running in circles around them, or them protecting the boys from error or nightmare with a big BONK on their heads

I wanted to see your take on this, how the star bois would behave around their tired ass dad/mom friend lol. (Lmao i can't stop seeing error and the dad/mom friend having a absolute HATE for each other while ink is in the corner like this:🧍‍♂️)

[I deeply apologize if there's any translation errors 🙏]

No need to apologise! I love doing all types of asks, platonic ones are awesome! This was fun thank you for sending an ask in!❤️

Parent friend definitely has their hands full with the star sanses. One on one isn’t so bad most of the time but those three all have the potential for great amounts of chaos that triples every time they’re close to one another.

It’s like herding cats trying to keep them all healthy, happy and fed. They definitely run circles around you, especially Blue with his insane amount of energy. You’re going to get very strong from the amount of times you carry them by the scruff of their neck.

In fights your main tactic to protect them is just by yoinking them away from Nightmare or the bad Sanses and hauling ass away from them. You probably don’t have the same level of magic power as anyone else in a fight does, so you substitute by being extremely strong. BONK! Indeed anon. Thats your signature move in fact. Error and Nightmare learn to fear your bonks in battle.

Error despises you. He literally develops a fight or flight reaction every time he even hears you approaching him. It is on sight with you two. Poor ink is just standing in the corner trying to get you to both get along before just giving up and joining the fight.

(This is you and error⬆️)

Nightmare despises you less only because you tend to avoid him in fights unless its a direct one on one with dream. In which case you’re getting involved LOL. The bad Sanses (Killer, Dust, Horror) enjoy watching the times when you’re kicking Errors ass instead of theirs.

Blue and Dream appreciate your care the most. Dream is very touched by your care, especially in the early stages of your friendship. He’s so used to having to be the caregiver that experiencing someone trying to help him, he finds it foreign at first. Dream’s suspicious of you initially. You barely know him and yet you’re showing such care, he can’t help but be reminded of all the villagers in his au who were kind only to take advantage of him. Once he senses your aura of kindness and care does he fully relax around you.

Dream learns to relax around you, when it’s just you two he doesn’t feel like he has to put up this brave front. He can be tired around you, tell you his fears, his worries. Without being worried that his public persona as this beacon of positivity will be stained. Dream also (eventually) learns to stop self sacrificing for others and give everyone else the chance to help out.

Blue is second place, only because he’s so used to taking care of people and being cared back (Blues the only one with a loving, living family lmao). He understands your want to care for others the most and encourages you to train and get stronger, while also making sure you don’t burn out at the same time. You spend a lot of time with Blue training together, cooking food for the other two, etc. You also spend the most time in Blues au. So you’re close with his brother as well.

Now don’t get me wrong, Ink does appreciate you a lot as well. Ink is absolutely the type to get so caught up in something he forgets to eat or sleep. So having you around is good in keeping him in tip top shape.

If you’re creative then the two of you definitely spend time in the doodlesphere drawing. Ink is always interested in what your drawing. You could give him a stick figure drawing and he would still be really excited and give you tips to improve. If your hobby isn’t drawing then Ink is definitely still interested in what you’ve made. Music, knitting, dance. Ink loves to see others create! Especially his good friends.

You also help Ink learn to manage his vials. You record down what having a specific amount of each paint does to him and help figure out how much he needs in order to feel the full range of emotions.

Ink just wishes you would stop attacking Error on sight. Especially if the two have agreed to not get in each other’s way anymore.

[avatar-anna]

The Final Show

this is the first of a few oneshots i'm doing of harry's final show(s). currently working on ones for professor and latina!y/n, but those will come later. enjoy!

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

"What are you doing over there?"

Y/n had been looking for her husband for the last fifteen minutes. Rehearsals were wrapped up a while ago, the sounds of fans waiting to enter the venue were echoing through certain hallways, and everyone had kind of scattered to their own corners before it was time to really start getting ready. Y/n had taken advantage of the downtime to put Natalia and Geneva down for a nap and feed her other children, and now that the twins were playing with their toys, and Simone and Collette were watching a movie with Jeff, she took it upon herself to look for Harry, who had quietly disappeared without anyone noticing.

She'd checked out all his usual hiding places—the kids' dressing room/playroom, craft services, his own dressing room—but he was nowhere to be found. Y/n wasn't even going to check the stage, but she'd heard noise coming from an open door and decided to follow it.

Harry was sitting by himself at a piano, playing a melody Y/n hadn't heard before. He didn't play the piano often, as he wasn't as confident in his ability to play as he was with the guitar. Even after all these years, he still got self-conscious playing in front of people, especially new material. Y/n knew he had no reason to be shy about playing any kind of instrument or showing off a new song, but she made her presence known to him before approaching anyway, giving her husband time to pause and collect himself.

"Just messing around," he said. Turning his head, Harry smiled, then opened his arms up toward her.

Y/n took the invitation and sat down in his lap, her arms immediately reaching around his neck to play with his hair. "You ready for tonight?" she asked, leaving the topic of the piano alone. For now. He'd open up to her eventually.

"Think so," Harry said. "I'm excited to come home and spend some real time with you and the kids, but..."

"I get it. It's okay to miss this," she told him, running the back of her knuckle against his cheekbone.

Their lives were so polarizing at times, and Y/n understood his mixed emotions about the end of the tour better than anybody. She knew how much Harry loved performing and traveling and creating such unique memories with his band and crew and fans, especially the fans. But he loved his family too, and while it was nice to have the kids on tour, it was a completely different thing to be a proper parent at home, and Y/n would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to being a semi-normal family again.

"It's gonna be an emotional night, that's for sure," Harry concluded, leaning forward to kiss Y/n's cheek. "Got lots of fun stuff planned."

"I can't wait."

And, just because they were alone and she could, Y/n leaned in, hand tightening in the back of his hair as her mouth slid over his.

The kiss was long and slow, languid and easy, so unlike the hurried pecks they gave each other when they were running around doing a million different things. It made Y/n melt against Harry's chest, had him gripping her hips a little tighter.

"I'm gonna miss it too, you know," Y/n said, mumbling the words against the scruff on his jaw.

"Are you?" Harry asked, half teasing, half serious.

Y/n took her time answering, kissing his neck and around his ear first before going back to take his bottom lip between her teeth. "Of course. You know I love watching you perform. And I love traveling and showing the kids all sorts of things. And I love your post-performance adrenaline rush."

Harry chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind Y/n's ear. "Oh. So that's what you're going to miss."

"Among other things," she said with a playful shrug.

One thing Y/n could count on was the last of Harry's energy being spent totally on her. Whether it was the moment he stepped offstage and he dragged her into his dressing room for a quickie, or late at night once all six of their children were asleep, he always worked himself up enough during his shows that he had to dispel his adrenaline somehow, and that was usually with his wife. And after hours of being a mom and changing diapers and putting a stop to fights and making sure everyone ate their veggies and no one had strayed too far away, she loved being the center of Harry's attention. When he had a good show, she had a good night, when he had an excellent show...well, Y/n was usually left feeling like she'd been the one performing for hours.

Pulling her impossibly closer, he said, "I'll just have to find another way to satisfy you, then."

"You always do."

When they kissed again, Y/n's heart fluttered in her chest, excitement from a multitude of things putting her in a good mood. And she could tell Harry felt the same, his hands eagerly gripping what they could, just stopping short of reaching beneath her clothes.

"I think I'm gonna play something special tonight," he muttered against her lips after a few minutes passed.

Y/n nearly grinned at how well she knew her husband. She managed to contain it and pull back just enough to say, "Oh?"

Harry shrugged and tried to be casual, but his words were anything but. "I've had this melody playing in the back of my mind all day."

"You should play it then. I think everyone will love it," Y/n said, pushing a stray curl out of his eyes.

The corners of Harry's mouth curved up, dimples indenting his cheeks. "I think tonight is gonna be one for the history books."

Y/n smiled at him endearingly as she couldn't help but agree.

*.*

"I have people here tonight who have supported me in so many ways over the past thirteen years in which you can only imagine. I would not be on this stage without them and their love and support," Harry said into the mic.

For a moment, his eyes darted to the side of the stage where Y/n was holding a sleeping baby in her arms. Simone was standing next to her and cheering, with Collette on Simone's other side and waving at Harry with a big grin. The twins were on Y/n's other side, and GiGi was standing tiredly on her feet, a large set of noise-cancelling headphones on her head. One little hand was gripping Y/n's finger, though by the quick look Harry took, she was not a happy camper.

She wants you, Y/n mouthed with a shrug. Harry's heart squeezed for a moment, then quickly blew Geneva a kiss before continuing his speech.

The concert continued on, and Harry performed his heart out. Y/n watched from the side of the stage with Natalia in her arms, occasionally spinning Jules and Maeve around or dancing with Simone and Collette. It was technically past their bedtime, but Y/n decided that tonight was a special occasion. They would be home soon and back to their normal schedule anyway. What was one night of fun?

Harry kept looking over to where she and the kids were, and each time she gave him a thumbs up or blew him a kiss while the twins, Simone, and Collette waved at him excitedly and shouted, "Daddy!" GiGi was still in a bit of a mood, not quite understanding why she couldn't go to Harry when he was so close, but then again, she was turning out to be a bit of a daddy's girl, so Y/n wasn't all that surprised.

There was one point toward the end of the show where Harry became so overcome with emotions that he sank to his knees. Y/n didn't have to be a mind reader to know what was going through his head. It had been a very emotional few years, more than any of his fans would be able to understand. They'd gone through a lot—as parents and as partners—but everything they'd endured and sacrificed and experienced had led right to this moment. Y/n knew that this tour itself contained some of the happiest moments of Harry's life simply because of the environment and the energy created by his fans, but she also knew that having his family close by for a majority of it, and knowing that they were on the other side of a lot of the obstacles they'd previously been facing, played a part in that joy too.

A strong wave of emotion took over Y/n then too, making her throat go tight and her eyes well with tears. No one in the crowd except a select few would truly understand exactly what Harry meant when he talked about family and support. He truly would not be the same person he was today if it weren't for the seven people off to the side of the stage. Just a couple years ago, their lives were so different, there were so many unknowns, but right now, everything seemed to be perfect, and Y/n understood Harry more than anyone when he expressed that he wasn't quite ready to let it all go.

Caught up in her own emotions, Y/n noticed too late that Geneva had slipped her hand out of Y/n's. Before she could even utter a word, the two year old was running straight for Harry, who was still kneeling onstage with his hands covering his face.

For a moment, Y/n's heart stopped. This wasn't how this was meant to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen at all. Harry, Y/n, and Harry's team had been so careful about keeping their children's identity safe, out of the public eye. Things were slowly starting to change with Y/n going with Harry to the Grammys, and the documentary that was set to release a few months after Love on Tour ended would definitely bring their family out into the public. But those were all carefully selected events. GiGi running out onstage while one hundred thousand people, and possibly more, were watching was not part of the plan.

Y/n watched the scene unfold before her with slight terror and a boatload of anxiety swelling in her chest. She wasn't sure if Harry was too lost in his own head to notice his daughter run up to him or if she'd start crying as the screams from the crowd increased tenfold.

Thankfully, Harry's reaction was immediate. He looked surprised, like he couldn't quite believe Geneva was suddenly next to him onstage at his show. One look at Y/n's face seemed to tell him everything, though, and his smile was surprisingly relaxed for someone whose daughter the world didn't know about just ran out onstage.

*.*

"Hi, peanut. What are you doing out here, huh?" Harry asked, kissing Geneva's forehead gently, keeping his voice soft as he spoke to her. He was sort of freaking out on the inside, but he tried not to show it, seeing as Y/n was already visibly worried about the situation at hand.

"Home, Daddy," she said, her chubby baby cheeks making her pout all the more adorable.

"You ready for bed, my love?"

GiGi nodded, then promptly rested her head against his chest, making it clear she didn't want to be anywhere else at the moment. And part of Harry didn't want to hand her off to anyone else. He loved it when any of his kids came to him for comfort. It made him feel so fulfilled when all any of them wanted was a cuddle from Dad.

But at the same time, he still had a show to put on. In a split second, an idea formed in Harry's head, and all it took was one look to his band for them to catch his meaning. They started to play a melody, an early transition into the next song while he took care of Geneva.

As he stood up, Harry was careful to turn his back to the crowd so that as little of his daughter's face was shown to the crowd as possible. He trusted the camera team to focus themselves anywhere else but him right now, but that didn't account for the thousands of phones most likely pointed in his and Geneva's direction; though, as he paid a little more attention, he realized that the crowd was quiet, like they could tell that the baby in his arms was trying to sleep and didn't want to disturb her.

That thought brought a smile to Harry's face as he stepped offstage where Y/n was trying to position Natalia so she could hold GiGi too. When he reached her, Harry rested a hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Relax, Mama. I've got her."

"I'm so sorry, H. She took off so fast, and I—"

"It's okay. I promise," Harry said. "She asleep yet?"

Y/n looked at where Geneva's cheek squished against her dad's chest. "Getting there."

"Five minutes, then," Harry said simply, trying to relax Y/n, who still looked terrified. Leaning in, he murmured so that only she could hear. "It's okay, Mama. We'll figure it out after. Let's just enjoy tonight, yeah? Think of the post-performance adrenaline, hm?"

That got Y/n to smile and nod slightly. He waited until the tension in her shoulders eased, then looked at the rest of his family, who also looked a little surprised that Geneva ran onstage in the middle of the show. Julian was the first to recover his shock and launched himself at Harry, which caused Maeve to jump up and down around him.

"Did you see us, Daddy? We were dancing to your song!"

"I did, JuJu. You were so good!"

"What about me, Daddy?"

"Can I go onstage too?"

"I want to play music with Pauli!"

Harry sighed, knowing they couldn't go out onstage. He could only imagine how fun—and chaotic—that would be, but it was still important that his little family stayed safe and unknown to the public.

"You know what, Maevie? I think we should let Pauli focus on the show, but maybe you can play music with him tomorrow," Y/n said gently, running a finger along Maeve's cheek.

It was clear Maeve didn't love that idea, and Harry was worried that she was going to pitch a fit or start crying, but Simone walked over to her sister. "We can play band right here, Maevie. You can be Pauli, and JuJu can be Uncle Mitch and Collette can be Auntie Sarah and play the drums."

Harry couldn't have loved his oldest daughter more than he did right then. She was always so good with her brother and sisters, even though they were a lot younger than her. He gave Y/n a look, who had passed Natalia off to Glenne, who had shown up with Jeff backstage after the whole toddler-running-onstage incident. Y/n smiled and reached for Geneva again, but not before giving him a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze to the hand.

"Go. Your fans are waiting for you."

Harry passed Geneva to Y/n, almost a little reluctantly, even though he knew he had to get back out there, that the five minutes he allowed himself were almost up. Almost like she could see the hesitancy on his face, Y/n leaned in one more time. "Go, baby. That post-performance adrenaline isn't going to make itself, and I want to celebrate tonight."

That was enough for him to finally hand over Geneva. Grinning, he kissed Y/n, then kissed the heads of each of his kids. Harry shook his head and his hands, trying to get back into his performance headspace, trying to forget about the fact that his daughter just revealed herself to the public. All of that could be dealt with after the show. Right now, there was a crowd waiting for him to give them the finale they deserved, and Harry would be damned if he didn't give it to them.

[that-weird-mime]

The rest of the Hatz! Who I guess become the Scruffzgang when they get older. Wanted to get these fellas out because .. queer platonic polyhats.. I need to draw them.

Anyways, like usual, HCS

Young Robert- Just.. the littlest guy.. can do no wrong (on his own). Probably the moral compass of the group as they get a little more mature. Would kill (or try to) for any of arsenal of siblings. Likes watching bad alien movies with his big brother. 90% of his outfits are hand-me-downs from Rad. He wears a lot of his old t-shirts to bed, including a My Chemical Romance shirt which had a lot of the logo scratched off. As a toddler, he ran around wearing this shirt before the logo was gone. Gave Roy his hat so they matched. Dyslexic along with ADHD (matching his big brother Rad!) so he struggles at school a lot. Ross helps him study. Sectoral heterochromia! His entire family has heterochromia because I said so.

Older Robert- He lost his young metabolism and is getting chubby. Sort've had that nerdy dad look. A killer pillow. Got into college for programming and 3D modeling. He liked bad alien movies. Now he's *making* the bad alien movies and he loves it. Treats Roxie and Ross to 'dates' all the time. Spoils them a lot, he can't help himself. Roxie likes late night walks (reminds her of the trouble they'd get into all the time!) and Ross likes movie nights. Is growing scruff on his upper lips! He hoped to get a full stache like his uncle, but it stopped growing around peach fuzz. More affectionate to Ross simply because Roxie doesn't like too much touching. The two snuggle a lot and are inseparable when they're both at home. Forgets to eat and drink water sometimes (got this from my bestie. Who also forgets to eat and drink sometimes. Have y'all hydrated today?) Young Ross- TRANS. His parents are very supportive. Jaune also helped dye his hair black and is teaching him emo eyeliner. (He also gets tips from Roy.) His mom is a bit *too lax* and he struggles a bit with responsibility and authority. Shows at his school work, and he avoids honors classes. He happily coasts with a B. Has some cat beanies, but he's too shy to wear them. The mediator of the group, dispels fights and keeps them together. Roy cheats off him a lot, with his permission. They've done it for so long, Roy has mastered the act of copying without making it obvious. Selectively mute. Older Ross- So much more confidence. Takes a lot after his dad. On his 21st birthday, Aaron got him his first (and currently only) tattoo. It's a long salamander and he loves it. Rarely wears long sleeves so long as the weather is fair. Got into art with Robert. However, he's using it to get into tattooing and contemporary art. Takes commissions! Looks tough and scary, but he keeps cheese cracker snacks in his fanny pack so whenever Robert accidentally forgets to eat, Ross can throw him a snack. Draws a lot for Roxie and Robert. Usually the dumb thoughts they have sometimes. His masterpiece was an alien hotdog doodle Roxie and Robert idea-collabed on that he wants to get tattooed on his shoulder.

[noturlondonboy]

No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 5: Prison Sentence for Two(2)

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: Kate visits her mother in prison.

A/N: Eleanor really stresses me out man

Chapter warnings: medication, Eleanor, prison, missing person's poster, depression

Kate spends the rest of the day in a confused daze, forcing her body to go through the motions of cleaning her apartment while she lets her mind wander. She sweeps, vacuums, and then mops the floors, all while going over the conversation with Yelena to pick out every detail she can.

The honey blonde curl of Yelena's hair falling over her shoulder, getting caught in the buttons of her jacket. The flash of her silver rings as she made mac n cheese and pancakes and cleaned as she went. The soft lilt of her accent when she was calm, the way it got thicker when she became aggravated.

Goddamnit Kate Bishop.

Kate picked up her room, made her bed, and cleaned the windows while humming the Taylor Swift song Yelena had been playing earlier. She found herself wondering what the woman's favorite song was, what it sounded like coming from her lips, if the lyrics meant anything special to her.

Lucky follows her around half of the time, his tail wagging at the smallest bit of attention and whenever he's able to steal a sock from her without getting caught. For the rest of it, he perches himself on the couch and either stares at her or sleeps, his chest rumbling with little doggy snores.

By the time that the dinner hour rolls around, Kate's body is aching and her brain feels swollen, and Lucky looks rather refreshed. She lets herself indulge in some floor time, and her puppy joins her where she lays on the carpet. He snuggles under her arm and gives a happy little sigh.

Kate buries her face in his scruff and scratches at his ears slowly, feeling rather tempted to take another nap. But who's to say Yelena wouldn't show back up to drag her outside for fresh air or just kill her? Kate wouldn't put it past her.

She eventually gets up off the floor with a grumpy mumble at the thought.

Kate somehow convinces herself to go to the grocery store and look for actual food instead of giving in to living on pizza and mac-n-cheese and whatever God-given concoction Yelena came up with. (If she even came back. Kate didn't know. She secretly hoped that she would.) Lucky watches her sullenly before the door is shut on his face, and Kate mutters a little sorry to him before striding to the elevator, shrugging her coat on.

The air is bitter and cold once she steps outside, and Kate glances longingly at the warm interior of the pizza shop below her apartment before tucking further into her warm layers. She misses the Christmas lights and general coziness that Christmas was capable of bringing to New York. It was almost easy to ignore the dark parts of it all.

A missing person's poster stapled to a bench brings her mind to her mother. Eleanor Bishop had been sentenced to 30 years in prison, but Kate doubted it would really last that long seeing as she had a lot of fucking money. Either way, Kate felt a needle sink through her chest at the thought of her mother behind bars on Christmas Day. And New Years. And every day since then. And every day into her late 70's.

Eleanor deserved it. Kate knew that. She had killed Armand, conspired with the mafia, and tried to get Clint killed.

But it was her mom. And Kate missed her.

Her shopping went in a haze, and Kate barely registered what she purchased or how much she spent. But at least she had actual fruits and vegetables in her fridge, and maybe Yelena would see that and be less of a pain in her ass.

Doubtful.

Not that she really minded Yelena's behavior, odd as the situation was.

Kate furrowed her brow, absently making her way back to her apartment. This situation was very odd. Odd not only in the sense that Yelena had appeared with a terrible explanation and vanished almost as quickly, but also odd in the fact that Kate was barely questioning it. She had batted an eye at first, of course, but something about the former Black Widow made her relax almost instinctively.

The fact that Yelena could kill her with just a snap of the wrist should've scared Kate away, she supposed, but if she was being honest? That was extremely attractive. Especially with the woman on her side, now. She thinks.

Kate almost expected Yelena to be waiting for her back at her apartment, rings and smile gleaming, armed with ridiculously good food and a quip to make Kate laugh. But, alas, that was some gay ass wishful thinking, and it was just Lucky, who had chewed on a pillow until it was dark with slobber.

"You literally have toys made to be chewed on," Kate scolded him, dumping her bags of groceries onto her kitchen counter. He continued to eat away at the foam, and Kate let him, shaking her head tiredly while she unloaded the various goods into their respective locations. Aka, haphazardly shoved into the fridge, freezer, and random cabinets.

"I don't know how to handle feeling like a U-Haul Lesbian, Lucky," Kate muttered, tossing the empty plastic bags into a drawer and shuffling over to the couch with a box of Poptarts. "Yelena is suddenly here, and she's like, super cool, right? But she also tried to kill Clint. And kind of me, even though she said she didn't." Lucky watched her ramble on amicably, eventually following to sit on the couch with her, abandoning his new chew toy in the process.

"But she's Natasha's sister. Natasha Fucking Romanoff. And she's- fuck, Lucky, she's really pretty." Kate continues on, stuffing sugar into her mouth and going off about anything she can think of, as long as it's related to Yelena.

Kate ends up on the floor again, curled around Lucky with his warm body pressed into her stomach. He's patient with her, letting her squeeze and jostle and pet him however she needs to. Kate feels immensely grateful for him for the millionth time that day. What a dog.

"What'll I do, bud? Huh? What happens if she's too good and then she's gone? Like Clint?" Lucky's eye blinks slowly, and he licks at her cheek before snuggling back in. Logically, Kate knows that Clint did not leave her. He lives in a completely different state, for Pete's sake. He has a family and a home and retirement to look forward to.

But he was what she had idolized for so long, and even after getting to know the dad behind the bow and arrow, she had him on a pedestal. His approval meant everything. His attention and care meant everything. He was a father and Kate could use one of those. Jack was sweet, but she had no clue where he was. Or if he even wanted to see her.

"Maybe I could call him," Kate mumbled aloud, pressing kisses to her dog's soft head. "Bug him about how I'm having a gay crisis over the sister of his dead best friend who tried to kill him and whom I barely know and probably shouldn't trust."

Kate lets that sentence settle in the air for a moment before letting out a sharp laugh. It sounded so fucking ridiculous.

"Maybe I should just try to get through drinks with her first. Whenever that will be."

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Kate stares heavily through the thick pane of glass in front of her the next morning, her hand sweaty and shaking on the plastic phone she holds to her ear. Her mother looks back, the phone on her side completely untouched. Her eyes are sad and cold and she looks haunted by age, and Kate wants to scream and cry and pull her away from this horrible place so she can take care of her mom.

But Eleanor was a murderer. She lied. She cheated and stole and kicked and clawed and now here she was.

Because Kate put her there.

(Yelena was a murderer, too. What was her excuse?)

"Mom," Kate chokes out, tapping a finger to the phone in the hope that Eleanor would get the hint and grab the other one. She can feel the tears building behind her eyes, hot and uncomfortable and pushing into her skull to create a headache.

Eleanor Bishop does not move. She just looks at Kate. Her eyes shift, but barely. She doesn't even look like she's breathing.

Kate stares desperately, trying to keep her own breathing in check. She can't start hyperventilating, not in a prison, not in front of her mother, not when she forgot her meds that morning and she didn't bring any emergency ones with her in her jacket. "Mom," she tries again, her mouth wobbling. "Mom, please pick up the phone." She knows her mother can read her lips. The glass is not completely soundproof. But she does nothing.

Kate is about to leave when Eleanor's hand appears, and her too-thin fingers grab the phone and bring it to her ear. Kate can barely keep the wail of relief down.

"Mom," Kate whispers, blinking harshly to keep her eyes dry. "Mama."

Eleanor looks a little less haggard at that, but her mouth stays shut.

"Are you eating?"

"Yes."

Her voice almost sends Kate into sobs.

"I miss you," the archer mutters, shame building in her gut. Why was she here?

Eleanor barely reacts, her mouth tightening. Kate can feel anger flaring, but she pushes it down.

"Is it gonna be like this every time I visit?" she asks weakly, her legs starting to bounce. "Are you gonna refuse to talk to me completely one day?"

"Are you going to put anyone else into jail for Christmas someday?"

Kate's jaw drops, and she feels like her mother punched her in the face. Shots fired.

"Are you taking your meds?" Eleanor says, completely changing the direction of this almost one-sided conversation.

Kate stumbles over her words for a moment, headache forming at the verbal and mental whiplash. "I- yes. Yes, I'm taking my meds." Mostly.

Her mother nods and inhales deeply. "I love you, Katie."

Kate lets the tears fall this time, her throat constricting. "I love you too, mom. I'm sorry."

Eleanor puts her phone down, and a guard escorts her away. She doesn't look back at her daughter. Kate barely makes it back home before she collapses into bed and resolves to stay there forever, the tears choking her.

Translations: none

Kate Bishop counter: 1

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Comments/reblogs/notes make my day :)

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Blorbo From My Shows Wrapped 2023

And rating them on a scale from 1 to 10

Nathan MacKinnon: listen okay he comes around every year around hockey season. This year I’ve gone especially deranged for him and made a fucking top loader for one of my hockey cards of him. He mostly gets points for being Nova Scotian and also looking like he has sustained multiple blows to the head. He is also incredibly fucking shaped. Anyway solid 7/10 - loses points because he’s been stripped of all personality by the NHL in order to be more advertiser-friendly

Vinsmoke Sanji: alright okay I’m a fake fan because I’ve only seen the live action but sweet Christ I want this white man. From the moment this absolute womanizing jackass graced my screen I have been in love with him. He makes me giggle and kick my feet like a middle schooler at a sleepover. He truly is Blorbo From My Shows in the best possible way. 10/10 I think this man is so hot.

John Sheppard: I started watching Atlantis recently and I kind of thought I was gonna hate it because no Daniel and Daniel had been my primary brain rot since I was 9 but John won me over. I love his sense of humour and his relationship with McKay (aaaaaaa Canada Mentioned!!!!) but I also find his insubordination extremely hot like yes babe!!! Disregard your orders to commit intergalactic war crimes!!!! Also I love that we get Sheppard Scruff a lot because believe me that instantly casts a hex on me to lose all thoughts!!!! Foaming at the mouth for him!!! Anyway 8/10 - loses points for being a pilot bc my dad was on the ground crew and my genetic memory is telling me that all pilots are bastards

Tony Markovich (that fucking cop from shameless): listen okay hear me out hear me out……………….. alright I got nothing, I can’t even defend this one. First of all, I’ve only seen the show through tiktok highlights. Second bbg this man is a cop what’s wrong with you??? He mostly gets points for looking like a handsome young man who my mom would love if I brought him home. Like Tony just looks sooooo boyfriend shaped to me?? Like if I brought him home and he told my mom that he volunteers coaching basketball and that he likes to spend his off time cooking with his mom, my mom would literally bawl her eyes out because I’ve brought home the man she’s always envisioned for me. 6/10 - loses points for being a cop and also being too fucking vanilla to even think that his handcuffs could possibly be used for sex.

Ray Stantz: alright so he’s also the type that I would 100% bring home to my mom but unlike Tony, I respect his career. This guy is soooooooooooo husband shaped like he looks like the kind of guy who mows his lawn on a Sunday before the kids wake up so he can teach them how to ride a bike as soon as they finish breakfast. He’s also just so sweet and cuddly in canon and I want him to infodump about all his interests at me. I also like that his so squishy and I just wanna be the one who helps him get the ectoplasm out of his hair while he tells me about poltergeists and stuff. 10/10 - he’s so husband shaped he loses points for NOTHING because he’s EXACTLY the kind of man I want

Daniel Jackson: listen okay we all knew this was coming I don’t even need to say anything. I know this man has not only been living in my head rent free but he also lives in yours because you follow me and you have 0 choice in the matter. I’m not elaborating just go thru #yeet me into the void on my blog and you’ll get it. 15/10 he’s the fucking blueprint.

Jack Ransom: i apparently cannot exist without a white man from Star Trek bouncing around my skull so Ransom makes this list. I love blonde himbos and like the thing is that I know he’d call me a fucking slur but like his superiority complex does something to me idfk I should send this post to my therapist because evidently I need fucking help. 8/10 - loses points for being a cartoon, gains points for his obvious brat taming kink.

Anyway thanks for coming to the annual Blorbo From My Shows Wrapped: a post that if it got forwarded to anyone in my family I’d simply fake my death and disappear. However, my tumblr followers are my priest and this blog is my confessional.

[seraphim-seeker]

I just want you to know. I'm bouncing off the walls like that one meme, or maybe the one of the poorly drawn person on all fours with a character in their mouth and then they start shaking the character. You know the ones right? That is me rn I just want you to know.

Anyways, as for my character. Her name is Silk and she's a Predacon who's alt mode is a panther. She isn't just a mom friend, she IS a mom and has a sparkling named Wildflower who she takes most everywhere, unless it's somewhere dangerous and then she leaves Wildflower with whoever she trusts most that week with strict instructions that if there is even one scratch she WILL kill them. Outside of when she gets protective she's very chill and loves friendly pranks and naps in the sun. Silk also has a slight adoption problem, seeing anyone younger than her as a sparkling and if they don't have a "proper care giver" she will ask them if they need one and then try to carry them off by their scruff without waiting for an answer. This wouldn't be as big of a problem if she weren't older than Optimus and Megatron.

In the version where she gets to meet the Brave Police, she meets Drillboy first and says, "aren't you adorable! Sure I'll play your game with you little sparkling! Just teach me!" Drillboy has no idea what a Sparkling is or what it means to become someone's sparkling, but if it means he gets to keep having someone to play soccer with then he is 100% for it! At least, he is until Silk crashes through police stuff to save him howling about something not "hurting my Sparkling!" He still doesn't know what the word means but after that scary show of strength to defend him and also her checking his wounds and trying to fix them, he doesn't think he wants to ever take his yes back.

Also yes she does nearly bite Dumpson's hand off when he smacks the back of Drillboy's head in front of her before she says, "oh! You're his gestalt! Be more gentle with your youngest. And any Gestalt of my sparkling is my sparkling too. I'll be your carrier too." and starts trying to fix Dumpson's wrist as an apology. Nobody knows what any of those words mean.

Oh this is sweet! I like this a lot

[vazelbeak]

Thoughts on season 2 episode 4

Okay this episode I feel has a lot worth nothing so im taking notes and transferring them into a post. Apologies if this posts messy this episode had a lot to touch upon.

Worldbuilding

-First lets touch upon world building. This episode presented things that were really inconsistent. Was Andre there go facilitate the divorce? He didn't have paperwork or anything and he didn't know about Striker. If that was why he was there was it some plot to trick Stolas into going somewhere she could kill him. Stolas doesn't appear to go many places or have a job what's stopping Striker from sneaking into his castle? I think this needed more research and set up. Does Stolas have too much security around his castle?

Maybe have Stella mention "apologies brother, I couldn't tell you about Stiker and risk Stolas catching onto my plan by you anticipating him showing up. It takes a lot to get him to go somewhere outside his castle without Blitz or Octavia."

- There is also Andre implies Goetia live forever if not incredibly long by saying "eternity". I think this somewhat contradicts Stolas's need to have an heir when its implied Stolas's family has a habit of dying young last I recalled. Wouldn't there be more urgency for them because the whole point of a precautionary heir was incase Stolas died? Eternity could apply to everyone else, but did they forget the whole point was Stolas might not live as long as everyone else? Or is it that Stolas is now in the clear and doesn't have to worry once Octavia hits 18?

-If goetia live so long what do you mean none have ever behaved this way before? Certainly someone has to. On top of that you would think then that Andre would have an arranged marriage to right?

-If Stolas dies and everything goes to Octaiva, but Stolas hates Stella so much he wouldn't willingly give her anything I would think logically the solution is if Octaiva is under 18 (or maybe 15 because people can get jobs at 16) and Stolas is dead that Stella would have that control until Octavia hits 18 years of age A Series of Unfortunate Events style. So does Stella want Stolas's power or just straight up hate him and want him miserable? Whats the point here? Her plan to get this should've been over the moment they divorced.

-If hellbies shots are things hellhounds need every year on the surface it would make sense it takes so long to book an appointment. However if hellhounds are lower class and seen as so not valuable presumably wouldnt many be too poor to afford one or have people who dont care to book appointments for their hellhounds making it somewhat easier to book one? On top of that if so many hell hounds need and get appointments wouldn't the doctors be more prepared to handle Loona being afraid she far from the strongest if her build tells us anything? In veterinarian clinics if your pets are too scared to have their teeth cleaned, claws trimmed, or bathed, its common practice to sedate them to minimize injury to the doctors and pets. Is it because sloth is the only place with this type of doctors office? Why? (Personally id say maybe make it Hellfever to sound like hayfever? But thats personal taste)

-Why did they try to inject Loona in the neck and then go for the butt? Its common in injecting dogs to my knowledge you do it in the scruff, but if injecting Loona in the butt is fine it brings to question why they tried to go for the neck when it seemed initially that area would've been more reasonable to begin with when she was first pinned.

-Why do hellhounds need a cone for a shot?

Now lets talk characters!

Moxxie

-Blitzø mentions they used to kill other demons and prior i mentioned with S2E3 it would potentially make sense if Moxxie had a problem killing other demons and not humans due to his mom and knowing humans die and go to hell so its not killing in his eyes, but he had no problem killing people in wrath. If they wanted it consistent they shouldve made a joke that Moxxie forgot about the guy he had the gas pump wrapped around the neck of and drove away unknowingly killing him, no explosion or have it a bit delayed so Moxxie doesnt connect the two and have him mention "Huh i feel like I'm forgetting something."

-Why are demons thinking Moxxie stole their hat? Or that hats are their thing? I think this would be funnier if they weren't wearing a hat and presumed Moxxie stole it somehow.

Blitzø

-Speaking of Blitzø I don't find him as funny as they want him to be. Him being mean to a kid would be funnier if the kid seemed intentionally a jerk and not played as a kid who doesn't know better and parrots what his mom is saying. Because of that it seems like any anger directed towards the kid should be towards the mom.

"Reeeeeally cant say that word anymore." You were cool with it until very recently Viv so this just sounds like trying to backpedal when people have been discussing your history of ablesim. It also looks bad that you were fine with him saying that but censoring him calling someone a cunt.

-Why is Stolas being able to be hurt new to Blitzø? This feels like it belonged sooner as episode 2 than Seeing Stars where Blitzø didnt care on part because of the terms they were last on and assumed Stolas was capable of helping himself only to be wrong. On top of that in Seeing Stars they introduced Stolas having limited abilities without his book so it feels like having Seeing Stars first would mean Blitzø should already have been introduced to the concept Stolas is not invincible.

Stolas

-Stolas seems painfully oblivious in this episode. Why didn't he recognize himself as in danger earlier? Striker had angelic rope and tried to shoot him. Wouldn't that indicate he's in danger before Blitzo couldn't arrive? Why didn't he try using his ability to turn people to stone before being captured? If he was scared I could see that maybe he didn't think of it in the moment but even then it doesn't make a lot if sense.

-if breaking Stolas's leg isn't that bad bc Blitzo's been rougher then i think the "harder" joke used by Moxxie would've fit better for Stolas to use than anything. Make it a joke akin to Klaus in umbrella academy where he's stabbed and starts moaning and itd ruining Strikers attempts to torture him so he has a painful drawn out death.

-Why does it matter if Blitzo doesnt say anything when Stolas told him he could visit? It feels like theyre bouncing back and fourth between whether S1E7 had any significance. Stolas was hitting on him in Seeing Stars are we sure this is supposed to come before that?

Striker

- This is the second time we've seen Striker and the disconnect between what he says and what the team says about him is massive. If Strikers talk of hating what the goetia took away from him was all talk to convince Blitzo to turn on Stolas, I didn't follow the logic but might be able to run with it if kept consistent. The fact Striker talks about it to Stolas too doesn't make sense unless true. If they wanted him to be a bigot and embody toxic masculinity it would make more sense if he hated Stolas for divorcing Stella because "that's not how you treat a lady".

-On top of that Stolas pointing out he works for Stella is pointing out their own inconsistencies in my eyes because it highlights that Striker is contradicting his presented motives. If for example it was for money Stolas saying this would insinuate Striker is a hypocrite for being swayed by money to work for a goetia. This would explain it by implying Stolas is trying to make Striker turn on Stella by implying he should go after someone who only cares for money. Im not sure if I'm making sense but they're not presenting a train if thought here.

- Why would he even care about Octavia when he wasn't paid to kill her.

Stella and Andre

- Adding incest feels like a cheap attempt to make Stella more cartoonishly evil to backpedal on Stolas being bad for cheating. It doesn't feel like a planned idea or as though it has significance beyond "ew Andre is attracted to her! Look how bad they are!" And Andre has no other real significance in the episode.

Overall lacks research, the plot doesn't feel like it progresses naturally. I don't see why Loona getting a shot needed its own separate plot outside of to justify Blitzø not being there and it feels like following Blitzø getting her vaccinated just lacked any substance beyond Vivs need to cut away from anything sincere to comedy.

If they wanted Loona to get vaccinated I feel like the better plot to give some significance to it would be Loona not wanting a Hellbies shot but after seeing how much she's hurting Blitzø to avoid it (to a point he gives up) she realizes she needs to try to do it for him because he did go through the effort to book this appointment and look out for her and when she does she either realizes its not that bad or at least has the sense to be remorseful for how she treated him.

I think I touched base with most things. If Viv wants to brag that her episodes were the most liked and throw the rest of her team under the bus she can have fun with that, however to me it looks like she's thrown out her own established character and world building details again and its disappointing.

[erudianokabe]

Reiner, Reiner. Do you only stop shaving when you're really depressed, or did someone tell you after the war that you'd look friendlier without the beard? Not complaining either way, you look great with scruff and without, but is there some kind of deeper meaning behind how you grow out your facial hair?

"It was that obvious, huh…" A part of him felt bad that some of the actions that he was unaware of showed just how he felt at certain points of his life. Made him wonder if it caused trouble for others— people who may have cared about him... when all he could see was the downward spiral that his naivete and ignorance brought about as an aftermath.

Still, now that he thought about it, keeping a stubble was hardly about the state of his head nor was it about aesthetics in the first place.

"If I'm being honest, half the time, I trim it when mom notices that it's getting too long." He vaguely remembers the time when his mother mentioned how much he looked like his father now that he's all grown up. During that time, Reiner noticed how sad she looked, despite the smile while having the conversation. "I don't really like reminding her of things that'd just end up making her sad."

As a son who barely spent time with his mother, it was the least that he could do for her.

"Ah, but it's not just that." He clarified, not wanting to come off as being too sentimental.

"Even as an Honorary Marleyan, getting taken seriously can be pretty tough. When it comes down to it, we're still Eldians. The brass wasn't just going to treat us like equals." He really didn't know if it'd make much sense now, but sometimes, slight modifications to once appearance can command just enough respect in order to not be taken with a grain of salt.

"For someone who is in the position of giving out commands, a little facial hair tends to help. Just between the both of us, I feel like I have a softer look without it. A bit of stubble gives me enough to work with in terms of coming off as intimidating. As much as I hate having to resort to that sort of tactic, someone who looks more seasoned and imposing can help sway people to both action and discipline."

He wasn't particularly proud of it though.

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Karate Kid (2010)

Remakes of good movies are stuck in an impossible place. You can’t make them the same as the movie that inspired them because then, what’s the point? You also can’t deviate too much from the source material because then audiences will be disappointed. Ideally, you’d update movies that squandered their potential or no longer hold up, but that doesn't happen. This brings us to the 2010 version of The Karate Kid. If this was a standalone movie, it wouldn’t be so bad. Jaden Smith is a compelling lead and he has great chemistry with Jackie Chan. The problem is that it is not a standalone movie and since it is nowhere near as good as the 1984 film, it struggles to validate its existence.

12-year-old Dre Parker (Jaden Smith) and his widowed mother (Taraji P. Henson) have just moved from Detroit to China. Bad enough that he doesn’t speak any Mandarin but Dre is also bullied relentlessly by a 14-year-old named Cheng (Zhenwei Wang) and his gang. Under the training of the most unlikely of teachers - the apartment building’s maintenance man, Mr. Han (Jackie Chan) - Dre learns to defend himself.

I’ll begin with the things this picture does well. This Karate Kid was partially green-lit as a vehicle for Jaden Smith and he shows a lot of promise. He handles the stunts and the many dramatic scenes well. He’s got presence and personality. The film gives you ample reason to sympathize with him but it still wouldn’t have been effective if he wasn’t able to deliver his lines convincingly. I also want to call out the fight choreography, with one featuring Chan confronting Cheng’s gang without actually laying a hand on them being one of the highlights. This film is based on a strong foundation with heroes you love to cheer for and some big emotional payoffs. It’s easy to watch and doesn’t feel excessively long despite the 2-hour, 20-minute running time.

The fact that it is mostly good is what makes its flaws that much more frustrating. The picture may not feel long but it's still longer than the original (which clocked in at two hours and seven minutes) and somehow, the characters feel less developed. Part of the reason is the age difference. All of the characters in the '84 story were at least 17. The kids in this movie? They’re kids. Dre isn’t even a teenager and he’s having this budding romance with a girl in his class, Meiying (Wenwen Han). Where is that supposed to go? Precisely nowhere, you know that. Similarly, those bullies Dre is always running away from might be intimidating to him, but they’re small children. Even Dre’s mom could pick them up from the scruff of their neck and toss them around. They're non-threats even if you don’t compare them to the members of Cobra Kai, which were essentially grown men who could do real damage and felt dangerous, particularly against Pat Morita, who looked like a gentle grandfather - unlike Chan, who looks damn spry.

Gone is most of the humor. Miyagi - sorry, Han - is now an entirely serious, occasionally tragic character. You still believe Dre and Mr. Han as friends, but it just isn’t the same and the amount of time they spend together, combined with the violence Dre suffers at the hands of the bullies makes his mother seem irresponsible. I know circumstances were tough but she dragged her son to a country whose language he doesn’t speak and didn’t even prepare him for basic things like how to dress on his first day of class.

The problems go on from there, right up to the conclusion. Cheng is the pupil of Mr. Han’s rival, a brutal teacher named Master Li (Yu Rongguang). This man has hundreds of students, all of whom we must assume are as cruel as Cheng and his cronies. Even if Dre wins the big tournament at the end of the movie, it isn’t going to mean anything.

You may disagree with all of these criticisms but here's something undeniable: this is a remake of The Karate Kid that features no karate. They could’ve called it ANYTHING else but they didn’t call it “The Kung Fu Kid”; they called it The Karate Kid. All so Jaden Smith could have a spotlight on him, and so we could get some not-so-subtle glamour shots of what China has to offer to Western visitors. Apparently, the Great Wall is the place to go if you want a training montage. This film certainly wasn’t for Chinese audiences, who must've looked at the trailers and thought “Why are we supposed to cheer for some outsider coming to our country?” I won’t call 2010's The Karate Kid a bad movie, but it’s so unnecessary I could never recommend it to anyone. (American Cut, March 11, 2022)

[nburkhardt]

Steve has seen many weird things in his life, the last three years especially. Seven foot tall monsters, demo dogs, a girl with super powers, Russians under the mall. Traumatizing stuff, but over all weird stuff. Before all that happened, he thought the weirdest things would be little kids eating flowers or Munson climbing on tables at lunchtime.

But this? This takes the cake.

~~~~~

Vecna is defeated and done, burnt to a crisp with a shit ton of holes in his body thanks to Nancy’s sawed off shot gun. Before they leave the body, Nancy takes one last shot to his head just in case.

They’re walking back to leave when they notice all the dead demo-bats and… and a body.

Seeing Eddie dead on the ground hurts, makes their success bitter and now what do they do? All of them were supposed to make it out, defeat the evil and then celebrate all together. They can’t do that now. Whatever good feeling they had is gone, evaporated into the air with only a numbing sensation left in its place.

Getting out of the upside down with a dead body takes work but they make it happen. They refuse to leave him behind, they’ll bury him and make sure everyone knows that Eddie Munson was a good person. He helped save people, NDA be damned. Nancy is already swearing up and down that whatever cover up will include Eddie in good light.

They won but they lost and none of them know what to do now.

~ Two Weeks Later ~

Saving the world only feels good in the moment. That adrenaline rush feels incredible, but it never lasts long enough for Steve. This time especially with losing someone he thought maybe they could be friends.

It’s even worse because he has to work. He helped save the world and yet he’s back at his pointless job, putting tapes on shelves for a living and listening to mom’s complain about their kids grabbing pg13 movies without them knowing, only finding out when it’s playing and then “….skin showing! They are only twelve! I cannot believe you would let just anyone rent this, this is not responsible. You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

Steve blinks at her, bored and not ashamed at all. Since, “Ma’am, you rented this out. It says so on the computer here.”

She only scruffs at him before turning around to march back out of the store with the door slamming shut behind her. Leaving him alone, still bored out of his mind. It’s the one day where Robin isn’t working with him, leaving him to do both stocking and working the register. It’s made worse by people’s complaints, weird preverts and kids trying to rent rated r tapes.

“Save the world, still gotta work a nine to five” he mumbles to himself and dropping his head against the counter with a groan. He has another few hours of this, it’s already a long day.

“Ya know, maybe you should put that on a shirt, it’s a great conversation starter”

Steve jolts up with wide eyes because that’s a voice he hasn’t heard in two weeks, can’t hear that voice because the body it belongs to is buried six feet under ground in the goddamn cemetery. He should know because he visited the grave yesterday.

But right in front of him is clearly Eddie Munson with a smirk and still in the goddamn hellfire shirt, leather jacket with his dumb ripped jeans and bullet belt. His face is clean, no trace of bites or even blood. There is something off about him, like he’s fuzzy and not in focus. Which is weird because Steve swore he put contacts in this morning.

“What the fuck?” Is the only thing he can manage to say, he feels frozen staring at the man he grieved, “Munson, what the- you died!”

Eddie cocks his head to the side with a frown and goes to pat his body when the goddamn bell from the door rings and suddenly he just vanishes. Evaporated into thin air.

“No greeting?”

He shakes his head to clear it, maybe- maybe he’s seeing things. Maybe it’s due to only getting three hours of sleep last night, or maybe it’s from lack of water and food today. Hell, maybe it’s from the endless concussions he gets.

“Kid you good?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah- I’m,” he shook his head again before plastering his customer service smile on before looking at the guy in front of him, “I’m good, sorry. How can I help you?”

He pushes the idea of seeing Eddie out of his mind, a quick late rush of customers and one shitty sandwich for his break and he’s done with work for the day.

Not only is it the one day Robin doesn’t work, but it’s dnd night and he still drives Henderson to the Wheelers house. So, he only has time for a quick change of clothes before leaving his house to grab the kid.

Since Mrs. Wheeler insists on feeding him, he ends up sitting in the basement listening to the kids bicker over the game. It’s a nice distraction from the day.

Once he’s back at home, enjoying a hot shower. Singing ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)’ to himself, taking his time washing his hair

“There's not a soul out there, No one to hear my prayer” he sings out while pushing out the soap in his hair, “gimme, gimme gimme a man after-“

“Midnight!” Another voice joins in and he screams, opening his eyes and everything is blurry since he took his contacts out and with the steam from the water. But that was definitely another voice and not just any voice, but fucking Eddie’s voice. “You got a decent voice, Harrington. Or maybe it’s just that you’re in the shower”

Sliding the shower door, he blinks hard to clear his vision and hopefully see. Then like at work, there’s a fuzzy looking Eddie wearing the same outfit he died in. He’s leaning over with a smirk, “Big Boy, indeed, Harrington”

His eyes widen and he closes the door with a slam, trying his hardest not to slip while freaking the fuck out. “You’re going crazy, that’s it. It’s gotta be, he’s dead and you’re feeling guilty. Eddie Munson is dead and buried, there is no way he’s here and fucking saw my-“

“Oh, I definitely saw you, that nickname was just to make you flush but fuck is it everything now.” Eddie’s voice interrupts him, and it seems closer now but he’s eyes are shut. He’s squeezing his eyes closed while also using one arm to cover it up too. “Aw, come on, big boy! I’ve been trying to get someone- anyone to see me!”

He hears both amusement and desperation in the voice, but he can’t move now. The water is turning cold and he can’t move because he’s going crazy. “Maybe, maybe it’s brain damage! That’s gotta be it”

“Harrington- Steve, I swear on Dustin’s mother. I’m here, like really here. Don’t- I don’t know why, or how, but I am” Eddie’s voice is just desperate now, no trace of amusement. “I’m-“

Steve shakes his head moving his arm away before taking a deep breath and opening his eyes, immediately finding a frown on Eddie’s transparent face. “There’s- there’s no way. You’re just a figment of my imagination- my brain’s way of dealing with your death. I- I wasn’t even your friend.”

He watches as Eddie frowns, nods then just…vanishes.

His sleep schedule has been fucked up since 1983, maybe even before that actually. Having parents that liked to travel and grandparents that wanted to know their only grandchild. Traveling didn’t help his sleep schedule, then 1983 when they trapped and attacked the demogorgon, it became nearly nonexistent.

Tonight is no exception. He’s been tossing and turning for two hours now, it’s nearly three in the morning.

“Okay, before you say anything-“

He bolts upright with a racing heart, looks around and again, there’s a fuzzy transparent Eddie Munson. He’s currently floating at the end of his bed and his face it looks tired. Like he’s the one who can’t sleep, too wired and worried.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you…again. But I thought maybe, maybe I could help? You seem restless… which I guess I caused it today but! I can read to you,” he looks around, makes him frown and follows him. Noticing how bare his room is right now, “okay, maybe not read. But I can come up with something! Like like, about this tough king that’s secretly a huge softie and everyone doesn’t know about this side of him. He remembers the tiny details of his friends, or makes sure those who work for him are supported and loved. Everyone in this kingdom-“

He’s slowly pulled under sleep, his eyes slipping shut and the sound of a dead man’s voice makes his racing heart calm down enough for a deep sleep.

The next morning, there’s no Eddie. He chalks up that whole day to his brain being fucked up from all the concussions. There’s absolutely no way he kept seeing and unintentionally talking to Eddie, no way Eddie of all people would talk about him like that to help him fall asleep.

It’s just not possible.

——————

Another day goes by with his fucked up brain conjuring up Eddie, then another and another.

He accepts it after a week passes with Ghost Eddie. Mostly because it’s actually quite nice, once he got used to someone suddenly appearing and vanishing at random times. It became easy enough to actually fully talk to Ghost Eddie, admitting things he wouldn’t say to anyone else. Especially to an alive Eddie Munson, but that one he can’t talk to. So, he’ll take what he can get since talking things out with Ghost Eddie makes sleepless nights nearly nonexistent.

No one knows about it, he can’t bring himself to actually tell them how fucked his brain is now. Too afraid they’ll really think he’s stupid now.

“I’m telling you, that lady is definitely cheating on her husband. I heard her!” Ghost Eddie tells him as Steve is handing over a tape to said apparent cheater.

He doesn’t bother with faking a smile. Because he’s holding back a laugh at Ghost Eddie’s gossip, “Remember to bring this back next Thursday and to have it rewound for us. Have a great day!”

Once the bell jingles, it’s just him in the store with his now ghostly partner. He turns around to face said partner, “Dude, don’t gossip in my ear about the person right in front of me!”

Ghost Eddie rolls his eyes, “Stevie, no one else can hear me. I’m safe from assholes, remember I’m a ghost”

“Ha ha, very funny Munson. But you saying that shit is going to make me laugh and look like the crazy person I already am.” He rolls his own eyes, “I mean, I’m talking to a figment of my imagination right now. Someone heard this I’d be thrown in the loony bin”

“I keep telling you, I’m not a figment of your imagination. I’m really a ghost dude, why can’t you-“

The bell from the door makes him jump, turning to find his friends standing right there.

———

This is totally inspired by a quote from Scooby Doo. Velma telling Shaggy, “there’s no such thing as ghosts” to which Shaggy says back, “well does the ghost know that?” And it made me laugh and thought what if 🤣 SO! We got Ghost!Eddie hanging around Steve.

We’re not going into specifics on how, we’re here for silliness and some angst. If anyone has suggestions on the conversion with his friends, I’m all ears 👀

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Warnings: Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smutty enough (aftercare, biting, spanking) Fluffy, otherwise.

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Drew woke up in the same position he fell asleep in - on his back with her head on his chest, and his arms around her. He blinked the sleep from his eyes then looked at the clock on the nightstand, relieved it was still early.

"Morning." She whispered against his chest, her fingertips pressed into the ridges of his abs as she woke up.

"Morning, gorgeous." Drew mumbled, his voice raspy with sleep as he ran his hands over her back.

"How did you sleep?" She asked as she pressed a kiss to his chest, then leaned on her forearms to look down at him.

"Really well." Drew smiled up at her, letting her run her fingertips through his gold chain. He reached a hand up and thumbed at her neck over a series of bite marks and hickeys.

"Doesn't hurt." She replied with a shake of her head.

"It looks bad. Really bad." Drew grimaced as his thumb brushed over the bruises. He didn't realize he had been so rough with her the night before.

"It's okay, baby. Really. I can cover it up, and you know I liked it anyways." She smiled softly as she kissed his chest.

"Yeah. I know you're a freak." Drew chuckled as he ran his hands down her bare back.

"But you like it, right?" She whispered, her chin resting on his toned chest.

"Sweetie, those marks on your neck and I think your ass, too, make it clear I like it a lot. In fact, I think I'm the one who made you this way." Drew smirked as he grabbed at her backside.

"You bit my butt last night!" She giggled as she sat up on her knees, her palms on his chest to keep her balance.

"You're lucky that's all I did to your ass last night it looked so good in that bodysuit." Drew mumbled with a lopsided grin, his hands on her hips to steady her.

"Drew Starkey!" She gasped with a playful swat of his chest.

"I'm just saying. C'mon, turn around, sweetie. Let me see." Drew smiled softly as he pushed her hips to prompt her the opposite way.

She turned around and sat on her knees, showing her backside to him. Drew inhaled sharply at the distinct mark of his teeth on the left side of her ass, and his hand print a few times on the right.

"That looks really bad - " Drew stated firmly as he reached his fingertips out to touch over the raised skin on her backside, only to have her cut him off as he began to speak the first consonant of her name.

"It doesn't. And that's not my name." She stated as she turned around and crawled into his lap.

"No? And what's your name?" Drew smiled as she placed one hand on her hip, the other deeply rooted in her messy hair.

"Sweetie. I'm your sweetie." She replied as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"You are. Because you're the sweetest girls I've ever met, or tasted." Drew smiled as he brought her face to his, licking inside her mouth.

She moaned softly against his lips, her fingers on his chin over the small bit of scruff there. Her hips shifted against his, feeling for him under the sheets.

"See? So sweet." Drew mumbled against her lips, his thumb caressed her cheek as he let her shift on top of him.

"Baby, please." She whispered as she pressed her forehead to his, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're not too sore for me?" Drew asked softly with a chaste kiss of her lips.

"No." She replied as she reached between them to pull the sheets away and reveal his naked body beneath.

"You're insatiable lately. Am I not doing my job?" Drew breathed as he pulled her back on top her him, her wet centre against his pelvis.

"You are. I just love you, and you look so good with your hair buzzed." She smiled as she ran her hands over his head.

"Thanks, sweetie. Sorry you don't have anything to grab on to anymore, though." Drew replied, a grin on his face as his left hand followed her path over the top of his head.

"I forgive you." She whispered as she pulled at his gold chain.

"You like this, too. Don't you?" Drew mumbled as he placed his hands on her backside and ground her hips down onto his.

"Lift for me, sweetie?" Drew asked with the softest pat of her backside with both hands.

She did as told and lifted her lower half, sticking her ass out for show in the mirror across from the bed she knew he was watching her in. He laid a slap on the back of her thigh as he lined up with her entrance, letting out a groan.

"Brat. I'll bite that ass again."

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Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

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Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago. 

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Just One Night—Chapter Ten

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++ smut, soft unprotected sex, pure fricken fluff, dad!seb. CHRISTMAS BABY!!!

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December 24, 2020

(Y/N) glanced up from where she’d been chopping potatoes when Sebastian entered the kitchen, a sleepy Theo on his hip. “Well good morning.” She beamed, placing the knife down and wiping her hands on her apron before strolling around the island.

She stood up on her tiptoes pecking Sebastian’s pink, pouty lips and then Theo’s head from where it rested on his father’s shoulder. They’d both taken a much needed nap after a morning spent playing in the snow, giving her, Katie, Georgeta, and her mom time to prepare for tonight’s Christmas party.

“Sleep well?” She asked, adjusting the little plaid bow tie Sebastian dressed Theo in. “You look so handsome, Theo.” With his little khakis, joggers and gray dress shirt to match the tie perfectly. He’d even added a bit of gel to the tots curls, styling it similarly to how he styled his own.

“Mhmm.” Sebastian hummed, his blue eyes still a little cloudy and swollen with sleep. He turned his attention to the boy in his arms, a large hand rubbing the length of his back. “Didn’t we, bubs?” Theo nodded slowly, lids still heavy as they fought to stay open.

She wasn’t at all surprised they were both still drowsy and slow to wake up. They’d played really hard outside. (Y/F/N) had retrieved the old sled from above the garage and Sebastian had spent an hour pulling the tot around on it and riding it down the hill out back. They’d only come inside after she’d bribed them with hot chocolate and homemade pot pie for lunch.

With rosy cheeks, frozen noses, numb fingers and toes, she’d helped them from their winter wear and set them up to eat in front of the fireplace. She plopped herself in Sebastian’s lap, listening contently as Theo babbled from where he sat in his highchair. Once their bellies were full and they were warm to the touch, she’d shooed them off for an afternoon nap. Peaking in on them a half hour later, Sebastian was sprawled across the bed with Theo cuddled across his chest, snores falling softly from both pairs of parted lips. They were a sight for sore eyes and it had taken everything in her not to join them. She’d reluctantly dragged herself from the room and back to the task of preparing dinner but not without taking a few pictures of them first.

“And you.” She smiled, running her hand along Sebastian’s chest, the feeling of the green cashmere sweater soft beneath her palm. “You look so good.” And he did, with his hair fluffed to perfection, the scruff along his jaw full but trimmed neatly, and those black jeans that made his ass look good.

“Says you.” He mumbled, free hand finding her waist to drag her body closer to his before leaning down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. “You look gorgeous, baby. Always do.” He smiled, dipping to peck her lips a few more times.

(Y/N) had put a bit more time and effort into her own appearance. Taking the time to loosely curl her hair and put on a bit more makeup than she was used to. Katie had begged to pick out an outfit for her and she’d chosen a black long sleeve bodysuit, black and white plaid skirt, paired with nylons and black Chelsea boots. It had always been somewhat of a tradition to dress nicely for the Christmas eve party and she wasn’t about to give that up now.

“Thank you.” She bowed her head, a bashful smile tugging at the corner of her red painted lips, and a subtle blush coating the apples of her cheeks. She couldn’t help it. Not when he was looking at her like that, brushing his thumb so tenderly along her cheek.

Before she could say anything further the doorbell rang and like a horse to a carrot, her family rushed to greet whoever lay behind it. Georgeta appeared beside them, whisking Theo from Sebastian’s arms on her trek to the front entryway without a word.

Taking advantage of the moment alone, the Romanian man drew (Y/N) back in, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other cupping her jaw as he attached his lips to hers for one more sweet kiss. It would be awhile before he had a chance to have her all to himself and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity now.

“I love you.” He breathed out. Ever since he’d said it. He couldn’t stop. It spilled freely and proudly from his lips every chance he got. He wanted—needed her to know that no matter what, he loved her.

“I love you, Sebastian.” She pressed her forehead to his, eyes fluttering closed as she took a moment to feel his body against hers and breath in the comforting scent of his cologne.

“Where is this boyfriend I've heard so much about?” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the sound of her grandmother’s voice echoing throughout the front foyer. “You said he looks just like Theo and I need to see it with my very own eyes.”

An elderly woman appeared in the doorway, her hands on her hips, and an expression of pure determination on her wrinkled face. “My God.” She chuckled when her eyes landed on Sebastian. “You're right, (Y/M/N). Those genetics are as strong as steel.” Before the younger couple could reply or react she was standing before them, embracing Sebastian in one of her bone crushing hugs. Like the trooper he was, he’d let her, wrapping her up in his arms with just as much enthusiasm. (Y/N) had to cover her mouth to subdue a giggle at the look of wonder and shock on the brunette man’s face. She didn’t understand his surprise, this was her mother’s mother after all.

The rest of the family shuffled in, exchanging joyful greetings and eager introductions. Everyone had welcomed Sebastian and Georgeta with open arms, making sure to go out of their way to make the pair feel comfortable and at ease.

It was a little overwhelming at first. He didn’t have a big, loving family growing up. It was always just him, his mom, his step dad, and step brother. He wasn’t used to family get-togethers on holidays or joyous occasions. Hell, they barely even celebrated his birthday once he’d turned eighteen and attended college. But as the evening went on, he grew more and more relaxed and comfortable in everyone’s presence.

Sebastian sat back trying to piece it all together. There were (Y/N)’s grandparents and an aunt on her mother’s side—Jack, Louis, and their daughter Carrie. Two aunts and uncles from her father’s side—Susan was married to Bill and Kathy to Joe. An abundance of cousins, mostly girls, all married and with children of their own. Feeling confident that he wouldn’t call someone by the wrong name, he joined the group of men in the living room. Carson and (Y/F/N) did well to include him in conversation after passing him a beer and giving him a reassuring pat on the back. Georgeta and (Y/M/N) entertained her grandmother and aunts over wine and various appetizers while (Y/N), Katie, and two of her cousins returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

He kept his eye on Theo, who ran excitedly after his second cousins on chunky, unsteady legs. He was struggling to keep up, being the youngest of the bunch, but he was a stubborn, determined little fella. The two oldest girls seemed to adore him, taking on the task of caring for and playing with him. In fact, they seemed to take charge of the entire crew—settling them if they got too riled up or scolding them when they let their too eager hands wander over the abundance of gifts that lay underneath the twelve foot tree.

The entire house was so lively and warm—bursting with chatter, laughter, and holiday tunes, the lights low to showcase the Christmas lights that were strung randomly about and wound through the tree, and the smell of cooked ham and mashed potatoes wafting from the kitchen. Now that he’d gotten a taste of this experience, he didn’t want to miss out on something like this ever again. He’d dreamt of times like this since he was a boy and as he grew up and life went on, the idea seemed less and less plausible. Then along came (Y/N) and all things he’d once considered impossible were suddenly possible now. He was suddenly a father, then a boyfriend, and now he felt as if he and his mother had a new family.

It wasn’t long until (Y/N) was calling everyone to the dining room. The table was set neatly with the best china and the most delicious looking food. He’d taken a seat between his girl and her grandmother after buckling Theo in his highchair. He watched, taking it all in as the family fell into a somewhat of an assembly line to pass and distribute the dishes. The food was as good as it looked. The ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, freshly baked rolls, and strawberry jello prepared to perfection, leaving everyone raving and (Y/N) blushing tenfold. She’d spent the better part of the meal tucked into his side on the large bench, laughing as Louis flirted and dote on her boyfriend. Sebastian picked up on her games rather quickly and flirt playfully in return, even when she pinched his cheeks a little too hard. He couldn’t complain all too much about it when it had (Y/N) giggling and grinning like that.

Eventually, they’d moved the party to the living room so that they could clean things up before presents. Sebastian, Carson, and one of her cousin's husbands volunteered to do the dishes. He’d done it with the intention of getting (Y/N) to relax and spend time with her family but of course, she didn’t. Choosing to pack the leftovers up and direct the boys on where to store the clean dishes. It didn’t take long between the four of them and soon they were joining everyone in the living room.

Sebastian plopped down in an oversized armchair, dragging (Y/N) into his lap just as (Y/M/N) began passing presents. There wasn’t much for the adults besides the sweaters Louis had personally knit everyone. Sebastian had been shocked when the package had been placed in his lap. It was actually very well knit and navy blue. She’d proclaimed excitedly that it would “bring out those darling blue eyes.”, to which the girl in his arms had agreed. He’d proudly assured Louis that he’d most definitely wear and thanked her profusely for such a unexpected, heartfelt gift.

Despite that, he had thoroughly enjoyed watching the children, especially Theo, receiving numerous gifts. The way his entire being would light up and he’d stumble over with the gift in his little hands so his momma or daddy could help him open it, had Sebastian absolutely swooning. He swore he had a permanent smile etched across his face all evening and he didn’t think it would go away anytime soon. The cherry on top was (Y/N), who sat perched in his lap, her back leaning comfortably against his chest and head resting on his shoulder. She wore a content smile, eyes gleaming with joy as she chatted casually with the people around them and sipped slowly on her wine.

She was perfect.

The perfect mother. The perfect daughter. Sister. Granddaughter. Cousin. Niece. And the perfect girlfriend.

She jumped up to fill empty wine glasses or fetch someone another beer. She made sure to keep up on trashing the discarded wrapping paper so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle later. She joined Theo in his excitement about each and every gift. Even opening gifts when he got distracted by a toy he’d previously unwrapped.

The evening wrapped shortly after they finished up presents. The kids were tired and parents still had to do some preparation for Christmas the following morning. One by one they started to leave, wishing them a ‘Merry Christmas’ and a few ‘It was nice to meet you’s’ directed towards Georgeta and Sebastain.

Soon after (Y/N) was whisking Theo off to bed after he’d kissed and wished each of them a goodnight, leaving him to help Katie stock the stockings and lay out more presents for the morning. When (Y/N) returned, looking a little sleepy herself, she’d helped him finish off the cookies and milk, and nibbled on the celery and carrots to make it look like the reindeer had enjoyed a quick treat on the stop by their house. Then they too snuggled up beneath the sewn quilt in their room and fell into a blissfully content sleep.

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(Y/N) stirred from her deep slumber to the feeling of a warm body pressing harder against hers and soft lips leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses along the back of her shoulder and neck.

A content sigh slipped from her lips as she sunk further into Sebastain’s embrace, surrendering herself to his ministrations.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, voice husky and still thick with sleep. “Merry Christmas.”

“Mmm.” She groaned, burying her face into the pillow beneath her in attempts to hide a smile. “Merry Christmas.” Her voice was muffled but she was certain he’d still heard her, by the low chuckle that vibrated against her back.

The sun was just starting to rise, meaning it was far too early for them to be up. But Sebastian didn’t seem to care, his large hands were already wandering the length of her body—tracing each and every dip and curve. She let him, eyes fluttering against the apples of her cheek and breath steady as she allowed herself to doze in his arms.

That is, until his hips pressed forward, his hardened cock nudging her ass. He let out a soft moan causing her to shudder in his hold and goosebumps to pimple across her skin. His warm hands found her waist, holding her in place as he ground his hips into hers again. This time with much more precision, his cock skimming repeatedly between her cheeks and down the length of her clothed core.

She pushed back, angling her hips up to allow him better access. The guttural groan that slipped from his lips and directly into her ear, set her entire body alight.

“Need you, prințesă.” He panted, lips skimming up her shoulder. “Need to feel your tight cunt wrapped around me. Let me make you feel good.” He pecked that sweet spot just below her ear. “Let’s start this day off right.”

“Please.” She whimpered, biting down her lip as his lips latched onto the sensitive skin, sucking and licking gently so as to not leave an obvious mark. He didn’t want to deal with Carson and Katie’s teasing. They’d spent two whole days declaring him a horny teenager when they’d caught a glance of the marks he’d painted on her skin at the beginning of the week. “Please, Sebastian.”

“What do you need, baby? Hmm?” He drew his hips back, rolling her onto her back. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down to capture her lips in a soft, slow kiss. She parted her lips when his tongue swiped across her bottom lip, allowing him access to better taste her.

He drew back to catch his breath and was taken aback by the sight before him. She looked like a goddess in the morning light—pink lips swollen, cheeks, neck, and chest flushed, and (Y/E/C) eyes lidded beneath long lashes. She’d gone to bed wearing nothing but a pair of cheeky cotton panties so he was granted the glorious view of her hardened nipples and soft curves.

“Fuck me. Please.” She whined, dainty hands reaching out to feel him—tracing his shoulders, down his chest, and to his leaking cock. He gasped when her fingers wrapped around his base before giving it a few meaningful tugs. She nibbled on her bottom lip, lust blown hues wandering up from where her hand pumped his cock, past his heaving chest, to meet his own hooded gaze.“Wanna feel you. Need you inside me.”

She was going to be the death of him. Sebastian was sure.

“You want me to fuck you?” He nodded to himself, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his fingers trailed along the waistband of her panties. “Right now? Don’t want my mouth or fingers first? Hm? Just need my cock?”

“Yes. Fuck. Please.” She keened as his thick digits dipped beneath the cotton fabric to brush across her drenched slit.

“Shit, baby. You’re soaked.” She whimpered at the loss of his touch when he drew back to slip the remaining garment down her legs before tossing it somewhere across the room. He shifted, moving to position himself between her spread legs. “You sure you don’t need my fingers first baby? Don’t want to hurt you.”

“No.” She shook her head, wrapping her legs around his slim waist and arms over his broad shoulders, “Just your cock.”

Steadying himself on one arm, he gripped his thick length, pumping it a few times before running it along her heated core. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she gasped, hips bucking when his leaking head bumped against her clit. He gave no warning before he pushed into her, burying himself deep within her warm, wet walls.

Sebastian groaned at the feeling, pausing a moment to let her spasming walls adjust as she keened and gasped beneath him. The moment she started clawing at his back and digging her crossed legs into his lower spine with a few breathless pleas, he drew out to the tip before pushing slowly back in.

He set a steady pace, pushing into her with slow but deliberate thrusts, allowing her to feel every ridge and vein of his cock along her tight, velvety walls. His lips met hers in a sloppy, hard kiss. One that was all teeth, tongue, and obnoxiously desperate.

Just as he got into the flow of things, rhythm steady and a pressure beginning to build at the base of his spine, she pushed hard on his chest, using her entire body weight to flip him over. His back hit the mattress and she was tossing a leg over to straddle his waist before he had time to comprehend.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, large hands grasping her waist as she slid down on him, her soaked pussy eagerly sucking him back in.

If he thought she looked like a goddess beneath him...God, it was nothing compared to how she looked above him. (Y/H/C) wild, eyes closed, head tossed back, lips reddened and swollen, and an expression of pure bliss worn across her delicate features.

(Y/N) planted her hands on his chest as she began to roll her hips, back arching as her bundle of nerves brushed deliciously over the trimmed hairs trailing from his lower abdomen to the base of his cock.

He couldn’t help himself, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of lips as his hand lifted to slap her ass, spurring her on and causing her pace to pick up.

“Atta girl.” He cooed, “Just like that. Fuck yourself on my cock.” His fingers trailed lower, easily locating her sensitive bud and strumming it quickly beneath the pads of his calloused fingers.

(Y/N) cried out, nails scratching desperately at his chest in attempts to ground herself as she teetered just on the edge of her climax. It didn’t take much, a few more swipes over her clit and the coil snapped. She came hard with a broken cry of his name, clenching and gushing all over his cock.

Sebastian watched her completely enthralled in the way her eyebrows pinched together, eyes fluttered closed, and soft moans spilled freely from her parted lips as her walls spasmed around him.

“I love you.” She panted, “I love you so much.”

Before he had time to respond, she lifted her hips until only his tip remained and then slammed herself back down. Setting a brutal pace that had his back arching and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Fuck.” He grit out, gripping her hips. “Fuck. I love you too.” Her pussy was still pulsing from her previous orgasm and it only seemed to get tighter with every brush of his thick cock against that sweet, spongy spot inside her. “Fuck. Want you to cum with me. I love you. Please, baby.” He was a desperate, babbling mess beneath her—begging and pleading for her to keep going and to finish with him.

She knew he was absolutely done for when he started speaking Romanian under his breath. She’d managed to catch a few words and phrases in his rambling, ‘te iubesc’ and ‘frumoasa’ being one’s she had recognized.

His thumb found her clit once again, rubbing furiously over the overstimulated bundle as his free hand wrapped around her throat, dragging her down to capture her lips in a desperate, fiery kiss.

Her climax approached suddenly and without warning, she didn’t have time to prepare before the pressure in her naval snapped just as his hips stuttered and pressed hard and deep into her spasming cunt.

The feeling of his hot seed coating her walls had her keening into his mouth, her weeping cunt desperately milking him of every last drop.

(Y/N) collapsed onto his chest and Sebastian didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest as they both fought to catch their breath and steady their racing hearts.

“Thank you, pretty girl.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her temple, his fingers brushing tenderly along her bare back.

She lifted her head, resting her chin on his chest, and offering him a radiant smile, “No. Thank you.” Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck before she drew him in for a sweet, slow kiss.

Every ounce of her adoration and affection for him was poured into that kiss and he reciprocated with just as much, if not more love of his own.

They really didn’t need to verbally say those three words—could merely convey it with tender touches, longing gazes, and soft, lazy kisses but the way he’d whispered the words repeatedly against her hair as he held her in his arms, softened cock still buried within her, she’d never felt more assured and convinced of anything in her life.

And maybe she didn’t need to hear him say it but she never wanted him to stop.

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Eventually, Theo’s cries emitted from the baby monitor beside their bed, leaving them no choice but to leave the safety and warmth of the sheets.

When the sun was up, so was the toddler.

The rest of the house woke soon after to find the family of three adorned in matching pajamas and Santa hats, cooking breakfast and a fresh pot of coffee brewed.

They were in no rush, taking their sweet time to thoroughly enjoy the homemade waffles, eggs, bacon, and fruit. The atmosphere was lively with casual chatter and boisterous laughter, simply content to just be together on such a special day.

After a quick clean up and a refill to each of their mugs, they shifted to the living room to open their gifts.

They started with stocking. (Y/N) had allowed her mother to handle them this year after she’d voiced how much she missed doing it for her and Katie when they were kids. Of course, she’d made sure to add the traditional toothbrush, toothpaste, and orange at the bottom of each stocking along with each individual's preferred choice of candy, a few gift cards, wool socks, and other little sweet knick knacks.

In spite of the two year olds wearing patients and lack of an extended attention span, they decided to have Theo open his first. Sebastian had been the one to help him this time, plopping him on his lap, and guiding the tots hands to unwrap each gift.

It didn’t last long, Theo easily sidetracked by every present he opened. In the end, Sebastian had opened most but that was perfectly okay because (Y/N) still got lots of pictures and the tot was returning home with tons of new toys, books, and clothes.

Gift exchange between the adults went much quicker than it had with the toddler, seeing as there wasn’t nearly as much to give. Instead of giving a gift to everyone, (Y/M/N) had drawn names and assigned someone specifically to each of them.

Whatever they decided to give their significant other was up to them.

Everyone seemed pleased with what they’d received. Especially Georgeta who has received a brand new sewing machine and a large collection of printed photos of Theo from the first two years of his life from (Y/N).

“Alright.” (Y/N) smiled, smacking her hands against her thighs before rising from her seat once the rest of the family had left to give them some privacy. Walking over to the tree, she bent down to grab the beautifully decorated envelope that had been laid beneath all the presents. She felt nervous, in a good way, about finally giving Sebastain his gift. She’d spent a good month and half working out the details and it was something she knew without a doubt he would cherish forever. Taking a deep breath, she returned to her stop beside him before placing the envelope in his lap with shaky hands.

He set his mug aside, raising a curious brow at her, as a playful smile tugged at the corner of his pink lips. “Hmm.” He lifted it, giving it a small shake, “Wonder what this could be.” His fingers slid along the flap at the top. “Maybe it’s a puppy. I’ve always wanted one of those.”

“Don’t let Bucky hear you.” She chuckled, “Now hurry up. I’m getting impatient over here.”

“So demanding.” He tsked, shaking his head, though he still complied, pulling back the flap before tipping it to allow the contents to slide out. Two sheets of paper fell into his lap and his brows furrowed in confusion.

(Y/N) watched anxiously as his eyes scanned the first document, enjoying the way his features lit up at the realization.

“Is this what I think it is?” He asked hesitantly, sentiments bordering between serious and hopeful.

“Theo’s birth certificate.” She nodded encouragingly, “Sure is.”

“You…you added me?” He wondered, blue eyes widening significantly.

Her smile widened, “I did. You’re his father, your name belongs on his birth certificate. And before you say anything, look at the other one.”

Hesitantly, he slipped the other paper out from beneath the other.

“(Y/N).” He whispered, eye trained on the paper hanging between his fingers.

“Sebastian.” She replied, a smile growing on her face.

“You-” His voice paused, voice cracking, “You did this for me?” He met her gaze, blue eyes glossing over with unshed tears. “You changed his last name?”

She nodded, shooting him an encouraging smile. “I thought Theodore James Stan was more fitting.” Her heart clenched when his shoulders began to shake and a choked sob spilled from his trembling lips. She reacted immediately, her instinct to console him kicking into overdrive as she slid closer, embracing him against her chest and running her fingers soothingly along the hair at the nape of his neck and to the top of his spine.

Sebastian cried feebly into her chest, clutching desperately at the fabric of her shirt. He was quick to gather himself though, sniffling softly as he drew back from her, eyes a little puffy and red. “I don’t know what to say. I—I,” He took a deep breath, blue hues searching hers as his mouth opened and closed, clearly at a loss for words. “Thank you.” He whispered, “For everything.”

“Merry Christmas, Seb.” With that she pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss.

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled against her lips, dipping down to press a few more meaningful pecks to her plump lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” She smiled, gently combing her fingers through his messy hair. “More than you’ll ever know.”

After stealing one more quick kiss, he took a deep breath, rising to collect his own gift for her. “Listen, you really upstaged me here so bare with me-”

“Sebastian.” She interjected, shaking her head softly, “It doesn’t matter. Having you here with me is the greatest gift and better than anything I could’ve hoped for.” She reached out, intertwining her fingers with his when he was in reach and pulling him down to sit back beside her. “You alone are enough for me.”

“Okay.” He glanced away, a bashful grin tugging at the corner of his pink lips, and subtle blush rising to the apples of his cheeks. “Me too.”

He placed a decent sized square box in her lap, one that looked similar to something that would hold a pair of boots or thick jacket. She’d never specifically stated what she wanted and he’d never asked, but she did recently mention needing a new pair of winter boots next year. It wouldn’t surprise her if he’d stored the information for later use, he was a very attentive listener, especially when she was the one speaking.

She tore back the silver paper, excitement bubbling in her chest. Lifting the lid, she let out a little gasp at the contents within. Her attention was immediately drawn to the familiar disposable camera, positioned neatly over what looked to be a photo album.

“You kept it.” She whispered, pulling it gently from the box—as if it were the most delicate thing in the world and would merely crumble under her touch. Three years, it had been since she’d held it, running around New York with a man she’d known for less than five minutes.

It might be a cheap, disposable little thing but it meant so much more to her.

It was the beginning. Somewhat of a catalyst to the change that would occur in her life not too long after. A token of the night she conceived the one she loved most in this world with a man she loved just as deeply.

“Of course I did. I had all the pictures backed up and printed out.” Sebastian spoke up, wearing a pleased smile at the look of pure wonder and awe shining across her delicate features. “I put them in a scrapbook. I know how much you like those. So now you have one for us to go with the ones of Theo.”

She plucked the black cloth-covered book from the box, tossing it aside to open it in her lap. The first ten pages were filled completely from their night three years ago. Pictures of them outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art, around central park, at the bottom of the Empire State Building, in Time Square, on the Brooklyn Bridge. Of them sharing kisses, making goofy faces, and wearing big smiles. Even a few taken by or with strangers they’d cross paths with on the streets.

She continued to flip through, finding he’d even printed off recent pictures to add to the book. Including a lot of all three of them. A few from Halloween, thanksgiving with their parents, selfies from their drive to New York during the big move, a picture of them a stranger had taken while on their karaoke date, in their matching Christmas Pj’s, cuddling up during movie nights.

She hasn’t realized just how many photos they had together but to see them all before her made adoration and love bubble in her chest. She couldn’t really explain how she felt other than just happy.

Sebastian made her so extraordinarily happy.

“Oh, Sebastian.” She breathed out, dainty fingers tracing the very last page of the book. This picture was bigger than the rest, blown up to cover the entire page completely. It was one her mother had taken of them on thanksgiving.

They were standing together, Sebastian’s arm thrown over her shoulder, his other holding their son, who’s bottom rested in the crook of his father’s elbow as he looked to be laughing with (Y/N). Her head was tossed back, eyes scrunched, smile wide, and palm flat against Sebastian’s abdomen with her other arm wrapped around his waist as if she were relying on him to stay upright. While mother and son shared a giggle, the man in the middle was looking directly at her, an expression of complete awe and admiration worn shamelessly across his sharp features.

She could really see it in his eyes there, just how much he adored her.

Sebastian didn’t even have time to react, barely catching her when she launched herself into his lap and kissed him like it was the only thing she knew how to do. And he was quick to kiss her back with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.

“Fuck, I really love you.” She chuckled when she pulled back, forehead resting contently against his.

“Fuck, I really fucking love you too.” He breathed out, large hands trailing the length of her waist, hips, and back. Content to just hold her and feel her beneath his touch. “Did I do good then?”

“You did fan-fucking-tactic, babe.”

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