#classification of hotels

[classificationhell]

How do you think Alastor, Vox, Fizz+Ozzie, and Mourningstar would react to reader bottling up their feelings? They don't focus on their negative feeling and try to maintain a positive attitude about everything to not be a burden on the people around them.

(I hope you and your sister are both doing well, btw. I hope she's recovering well.)

Yeah.... Alastor is going to try and wait for them to be ready. He'll try and show his trustworthiness and such, and yeah, he has his own secrets, but his patience won't last forever. Eventually, he'll swaddle them so tightly they are unable to escape and just wait by their bed until they tell him everything. They will tell him everything with a bit more prompting, no doubt.

Of course he'll commend them for keeping their smile and optimistic attitude, but he doesn't want them to have any secrets from him.

Vox understands a fake smile. He's another one who will try and wait for you to open up. Maybe probe a bit while you're playing with Vark. However, he's less patient than Alastor and his secondary gender does him no favors with being seen as a protector. Sooo he may use his hypnosis to get them to tell him, if that's an option.

Mourningstar wouldn't notice at first to be honest, but once he does he is absolutely distraught.

He tells them everything, even things he probably shouldn't >.>, so why won't they do the same? Clearly, they don't love or trust him! He's doing anything and everything to show them how much he loves them and trusts them. He'll hold and cuddle and kiss them, and if all else fails, he's on his hands crying and begging that they tell him. "Do you not love Daddy? Do you not trust him princess? What can Daddy do to get you to? More cuddles, more outside time, do you need more love and attention?" For the love of everything unholy just tell him or you will never know a moment's peace.

Fizzarolli and Ozzie will try and ask you upfront and let you know that there's no need to try and be strong and that you wouldn't be a burden if you confided in someone. They'll even offer you the chance to talk to a therapist instead of them. However, they won't force you to do things since that's kind of counterintuitive to providing an environment of safety and trust.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Vaggie's Classification Chapter 10: couldn't think of a chapter title

Summary: Vaggie's first time regressing in front of the others!

Notes: In this au, Pentious wasn't killed and still is a resident at the hotel.

When they made it down to the mess hall, Nifty had already set up their hotel buffet style breakfast. Lucifer was in the kitchen, making the pancakes and some of the other food. Some of the residents were already seated, eating their breakfast and talking to each other. Vaggie felt really nervous about passing them to get to the food, and tried to curl up in Charlie’s arms.

“It’s okay, Vaggie, they won’t care,” Charlie tried to calm her down. She still was very anxious but calmed down a little when they walked passed, and no one gave her a weird look or anything. Sure, two people shot a confused look but that only lasted a couple seconds.

Charlie hummed as she poured some porridge into a bowl for Vaggie and put in some chocolate chips and blueberries in the shape of a smiley face. Vaggie wasn’t too much of a fan of pancakes since they made her feel sluggish and bad. Once Charlie finished making her bowl, she set Vaggie down for a second to make her a small bottle of milk. She set Vaggie down in a little booster seat and buckled her in. She blushed a little but saw someone else also in one, and felt a little better about it. It was also very comfy. 

“Here we go~” Charlie cooed as she fed Vaggie a spoonful of porridge. Vaggie smiled and giggled, forgetting that she was once a brave exorcist soldier.

After her meal was finished, it was time for her to take her meds. In the book that Charlie got ‘Caregiving for littles with mental health issues’, helping a little take their meds was very important. So Charlie went over to the med station and got out Vaggie’s little container. She brought it over and set it down on the table. She could see Vaggie whine and pout. 

“Vaggie, it helps you. Come sit on Mama's lap,” Charlie unbuckled her from her little booster seat and pulled her into her lap. Vaggie squirmed a little, but Charlie placed her bottle in her mouth. It got her calm enough for Charlie to slip her pills into her mouth during a little break for air. It worked and Vaggie now had her meds. 

Charlie ate her breakfast while talking with Vaggie about the day they had planned ahead. First thing they would do that morning is start off with group play time. Then Charlie would lead a couple of fun classes like the arts and crafts class, and then the classes that were a bit more important after lunchtime. Like how to accept your role, setting boundaries, basic caring for a little one, and how to communicate your feelings and needs when small. Then they would all get an hour break before dinner time. Angel’s schedule would be a little different than the main one, but that was okay because he had to work.

Once she was sure that everyone had finished eating, she got up to rally everyone into the main lobby/seating area, so they could begin the group play time. 

“Alright, everyone, we’re going to be moving into the play area. There should already be fun things and toys for you guys to play with, but just in case you want to grab something, alert your caregiver or a babysitter and they will take you to your room to grab it,” Charlie announced. She carried Vaggie as she led everyone into the lobby. 

Immediately, everyone started playing and having fun. The new residents were playing dinosaurs with Pentious, Angel was building a tower out of blocks with Cherri (who was more of a middle, big sister regressor), and Lucifer was by himself, drawing and playing with some rubber ducks (He regressed after making breakfast, just so you know). Vaggie was very nervous to start playing. She didn’t really know how and didn’t like any of the stuff everyone else was doing other than the quiet table with Luci. But she was very anxious about drawing with him since that was basically going to be her dad one day. Charlie tried to set her down but she immediately start to try and hide behind her.

“Hey, it’s okay, Vaggie. No one is going to judge you. Do you wanna go play dinosaurs with pentious?” She asked her, kneeling down in front of her. Vaggie shook her head. He was too loud sometimes and the loudness reminded her of Adam… she whimpered as she started to remember things that Adam would do. 

“Shh, You’re safe, sweetie. You don’t have to go play with dinosaurs.” Charlie gave her a hug, the pressure being enough to calm her down and stop any oncoming panic attacks or triggers, “You are an amazing little baby, okay? How about you go hang out with Luci at the floor table and have some quiet time? I’ll be right next to you, okay?” Charlie reassured her. Vaggie nodded and held her hand as they walked over to Lucifer's table.

“Hey, Luci, Is it okay if Vaggie hangs out with you?” Charlie asked the mentally 4 year old.

“Mhm, she can hang out,” Lucifer said, giving her a small smile. Vaggie sat down criss-cross applesauce on one of the pillows. She had her koala stuffie in her arms as she picked up a coloring sheet and began to color. The two fallen angels talked a little bit, even though Vaggie was having a bit of trouble with her words. She mainly would point or nod or shake her head, or Charlie would speak for her. Overall, this was a good start to the day.

[fanficsfreeideas]

a friend asked would I be willing to do a classification Alastor week,

I can't for the rest of this year. It's a great idea I feel bad I can't do it for them, but I just can't do it at this time.

what they want is something like

cake and forks? still don't fully understand that?

Omega verse

littles and care givers

I don't know all the tropes for them And I fully don't know anything about cake and forks but it's about people smell like cake and they get eaten.

so do anyone know the best tropes/themes? I want to do this for them.

[wolf-with-moxie]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor & Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Classification AU, Alastor is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Hurt Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Little Alastor, Caregiver Lucifer, Littles Are Known, Protective Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Alastor Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel), Mental Breakdown, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Protective Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor Has a Tail (Hazbin Hotel), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, animal triats, Alastor is a deer, Not Beta Read, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Sleepy Cuddles, Alastor Is Not Okay (Hazbin Hotel) Summary:

All of Hell tuned in to the Vee's live stream of the Hazbin Hotel taking on an army of angels, but no one would have guessed that the Radio Demon's biggest secret would be revealed for all to see. Powerful Overlords are unhappy, Charlie is protective of her friends, and Lucifer? Well you don't mess around with what the King of Hell considers his. Mind the Tags, don't like what you see then don't read.

[classificationhell]

It was only meant to be the one I swear XD

The author, which is I, would also like to point out the True Daughter AU wasn't even my fault it stemmed from an ask lol

[teapartyprincess4two]

Intrusive Thoughts- M. Sturniolo

pairing: bestfriend!reader x bestfriend!Matt

classification: SMUT SMUT NO FLUFF (well a little fluff bc filler parts)

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, masturbation, use of y/n, cursing, suggestive content, forced proximity, Nick and Chris can drive bc if not this wouldn’t work & I don’t want to make up extra characters, short

inspiration: request^^

summary: You’re forced to sit on Matt’s lap during a long roadtrip and once you arrive at your destination he lets his intrusive thoughts win.

Intrusive Thoughts PT.1, PT.2

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“Stop moving,” Matt grumbles, his legs going numb from the constant applied pressure. You’re currently sitting on his lap, every other spot in the car completely overtaken with bags, blankets, pillows, and warm bodies. “Sorry, I can’t help it. I have to pee,” you reply in a hushed tone, feeling embarrassed for all your constant squirming. You’ve had to pee for the past two hours and you won’t reach the next gas station until 30 minutes.

Matt hates himself for enjoying this, despite his legs being completely numb, he can feel everything on his lap. The view is nice too, your tight leggings hugging your round ass perfectly. You squirm again, accidentally grinding down onto Matt hard enough for his dick to twitch. All he can do is hope you can’t feel it and pray he can think of anything other than you for the remainder of the trip.

“Nick, pull over I actually can’t hold it,” you say, standing up slightly to point to the side of the road. Your ass is on full display for Matt now, he just wants to reach out and grab it. Nick sends you an annoyed glare as he pulls off the highway and onto the access road.

A relieved sigh leaves your lips, your body plopping back down onto Matt’s lap aggressively as you rush to get out of the car. Matt groans at the contact, the force at which you sat on him sending him into a frenzy.

“Don’t look!” you exclaim, running deep into the forest that ligned the road to hide behind a tree. Nick is annoyed and tired from all the driving and Chris is fast asleep. Matt was too busy trying to hide his erection to even care.

Why did he agree to come on this road trip? Why didn’t he just offer to drive? Now he’s stuck in the backseat with you on his lap and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Finally,” Nick groans in annoyance, watching as you run out from behind the trees and hop back into the car. You sit yourself on Matt’s lap again, this time much closer to his crotch and he swears he sees stars from this alone.

This was going to be a long, painful car ride.

—

You’re asleep, leaning into the bags and pillows that litter the middle seat, a blanket thrown over yours and Matt’s lap haphazardly. You stir slightly with each sharp turn or sudden bump, scooting back onto your make-shift pillow each time. The blanket serves as the perfect shield from wandering eyes and Matt uses it to his advantage, allowing his hands to hold you in place dangerously close to your inner thighs.

The car drives over a bumpy road causing you to bounce slightly on Matt’s lap, the pressure creating a sensation that he begins to welcome. Once the road smooths out again, you readjust yourself and wiggle your hips in an attempt to anchor yourself. Matt bites his lips and looks away, trying to fight the perverse thoughts that form in his mind.

All he can think about is you in your shared hotel room, clothes discarded and scattered on the floor. He imagines you laid out for him on the plush white comforter, ready to do any and everything he says. The bed would rock with each thrust causing the headboard to slam against the wall, informing all your neighbors that you belong to no one other than him.

His eyes are closed tightly, head leaned against the cold window as he tries coming back to reality. He exhales sharply, willing himself to stop thinking about you that way. You’re his best friend, and best friends weren’t supposed to imagine how the other would look naked. He wasn’t supposed to be fantasizing about your lips wrapped around him, or your legs pressed against your chest while his large hands held them in place.

“We’re here?” Chris croaks from the front seat, his voice still hoarse from his long nap. Nick hums in response, pulling up to the hotel parking lot.

Suddenly the car stops making Matt’s head bump against the glass slightly. You wake up from the sudden movement, stretching a little before turning towards Matt. You offer him an innocent smile, “Hi.”

He returns the smile, trying to pretend like he wasn’t just imagining you with his dick in your mouth. “Hi, sleep good?” he asks, still holding you securely in place by your thighs. He squeezes them briefly, before reluctantly dragging his hands away.

“Mhm,” you reply, your voice cracking a little from not talking for hours. He wants you making those noises from under him.

Chris opens the backseat car door before Matt can reply, causing you to jump off of his lap. You, Nick and Chris work towards getting all the bags out of the car while Matt tries to compose himself.

Finally, when he’s almost 100% his erection isn’t noticeable, he gets out of the car.

—

Matt knew he was sharing a room with you from the get-go, especially because he was the one who invited you on this trip in the first place, but the thought was still enough to excite him. It spiked his nerves, sending all his blood to his dick as he imagined all the possibilities.

“You can sleep, I’m gonna shower,” you say once you’re in the room, locking the door behind you. He fights the urge to follow after you, desperate for a little show. He’d have to save it for his dreams though, because despite being sexually frustrated, Matt was really tired and his legs were sore from the car ride.

“Okay.” He’s kicking his shoes off and undresses until he’s only in his boxers. Matt gets comfortable under the sheets, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep before you get out of the shower. But it’s no use, his mind is racing with thoughts of you.

You in a bikini, you in a short skirt, you with a low cut top, you eating a popsicle, you kneeling down in front of him and letting him slap you in the face with his dick. So many dirty thoughts run through Matt’s head, all of them involving you in a compromising position.

His hand instinctively travels down under the waistband of his boxers, tugging until his cock is free. You were still in the shower, the steam coming out from under the door and the soft pitter patter of the water filled the room. Matt knew he had at least 15 minutes before you returned into the room ready for bed, plus the plush comforter served as an illusion, it was so big that you couldn’t even tell there was someone laying under it.

Slowly, he strokes himself, biting his lip to stop himself from making any noise. All of his fantasies play through his head, and like credits at the end of a movie, they're never ending. He picks up the pace, trying to finish before you’re done in the shower.

He hears the water turn off, mentally cursing himself for somehow not being able to finish. Just moments ago he was ready to bust at the idea of you and now the performance anxiety is inhibiting his climax. “Come on, come on,” he mutters, thrusting into his hand relentlessly, imagining that it was your hand instead of his. Finally he feels it, his climax builds and with one last pump he’s cumming into his hand. A quiet whimper comes from Matt, finally feeling satisfied.

The bathroom door opens, the light illuminating the rest of the room as you walk out in nothing but a cropped tank top and tight shorts. Your head is tilted to the side, your hands working a brush through your wet, tangled hair.

“Can you help?” you ask Matt, hoping he’ll help you get the knots out faster. He closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep to avoid the awkward situation under the sheets. His boxers are midway down his thighs, his soft dick laying on his stomach as remnants of his session linger on his hand.

You realize he’s asleep, or that he’s pretending, and huff in annoyance before returning back into the restroom to finish your night routine.

He didn’t know how he was going to survive the rest of the night.

—

Matt tosses and turns all night, unable to get comfortable no matter how hard he tries. You’re facing away from him because he’s sleeping on the side with the window and the sheer curtains do nothing to shield the obnoxious hallway light. Your soft snores fill the room, and even though Matt’s still physically tired, his mind is awake with thoughts of you.

After you got into bed, he hurried into the restroom and you wondered why. He stayed in there for a while, giving you enough time to think about a night with him and not an innocent one either. You fell asleep thinking about everything he’d do to you, all the positions he’d put you in.

“Y/n,” Matt whispers, nudging you gently. You’re out cold though, soft whimpers coming from you. At one point he swears he hears his name. “Y/n!” he whispers again, but much louder.

You finally stir, your head turning to face him as your eyes drowsily finding his face, adjusting to the dark. “What?” you croak, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You were having a good dream and the sooner you could return to it, the better. So, whatever Matt wanted better be good.

“I can’t sleep,” he whispers, pulling the comforter up higher against his neck. You groan in annoyance, turning away from him once again, “count sheep.” You close your eyes, preparing to enter another deep sleep full of dreams of Matt.

Matt snakes an arm over your waist, sneakily managing to go under your shirt. He’s only testing the waters though, not trying to take things too far too fast. “I did already,” he mumbles, tracing mindlessly shapes on your skin.

“Think of something boring,” you instruct.

How could he though when you’re right here, infecting his thoughts with perverse fantasies. “Can’t. Can only think of you,” he whispers, finally giving in to his intrusive thoughts as he presses a kiss onto your shoulder.

Whatever sleep you felt immediately leaves your body at the confession. Matt’s hand travels further up your shirt, holding one of your boobs. You groan at the sensation, instinctively scooting closer to him. Your ass presses against his crotch and immediately you feel his dick, it’s begging to be set free.

“I was dreaming of you,” you admit, one of your hands traveling behind you to massage Matt’s clothed penis. Your fingers manage to wrap around him despite the boxers being in the way, massaging him slowly. “Yeah? What was I doing?” he asks through strained moans, trying to see how far you two will go.

“Making me feel good.”

“Be specific, baby,” he grunts, bucking into your hand.

You proceed to describe your dream, all the dirty details only adding to Matt’s already active imagination. “First, you fucked me in the shower, lathering me up with soap and kissing all over my body. You fucked me against the glass and we left our handprints all over it,” you whisper, tightening your grip around his cock slightly. Matt’s breath hitches in his throat at the idea of you covered in sudsy bubbles.

“Then, you fucked me on the bathroom counter. You made me feel so good I screamed your name,” your voice is so seductive it has Matt whimpering. You move your hand from over his boxers and trail just above his waistband, allowing your fingers to linger there for a while before finally diving in.

“I sucked your dick on the balcony while you sat in the lounge chair. You came all over my face, all over my chest. All over, baby,” you pump his cock slowly, listening for his whimpers. His eyes are squeezed shut, he’s imagining every single scenario in full detail.

“Then I sat on it and bounced on it for hours. It felt so good,” you added. He squeezes your tit in his hand, pinching your nipple in the process and eliciting a small moan from you. “You sucked on my tits while I bounced on it, baby. You made me feel so good.”

Matt groans at the visual, he can’t take it anymore, if you keep going he’ll bust all over your hand without warning. “Stop,” he groans, pushing your hand off him before he can finish. If you two are going to do this, you’re going to do it right.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he says, eagerly tugging your shorts off. You kick the shorts off, clenching around nothing at the thought of him inside you.

He lines himself up with your entrance, groaning at how warm and ready you are for him. Slowly, he pushes in, allowing himself to adjust to the new sensation. You feel so good clenching around him as you try and take as much of him as possible.

“Tell me more, princess,” he moans, his hips slowly beginning to rock back and forth at a rhythmic pace.

You’re struggling to remember the dream now, but you’re afraid that if you don’t speak Matt will stop. “I was on the edge of the bed, face down ass up for you and you were- fuck.” His hips snap into you, the angle hitting a sensitive spot inside of you.

“Keep going,” he instructs, using his hand to work circles on your clit.

With each thrust your brain becomes foggier and foggier, but you’re eager to please. “You were fucking me from behind and your balls slapped against my pussy,” you spilled out quickly, a loud moan following right after.

“Then?” Matt grunts, you clenched around him in desperation for more. “Ugh.. then we did it in the hot tub. You undid my bikini and I sat on it. I bounced on it, felt so good,” you’re babbling at this point, struggling to form coherent words.

“Bounced on what?” He’s fucking you so hard and fast right now you don’t understand how he can even think straight.

“On your big dick,” you whimper, feeling your climax approach quickly. Matt stops asking questions, instead focusing his attention on pushing you past your breaking point. He’s starting to see stars, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier as he nears his orgasm.

“So fucking good,” he grunts, biting down on your shoulder as he cums inside of you, his hand still expertly drawing circles on your clit. The combination of stimulation is enough to make you cum, your body convulsing as you clench and cream around him.

You’re chanting his name, your thighs instinctively pushing together as the overstimulation becomes too much. He smiles at how fucked out he has you, removing his hand and finally slipping out of you.

The room goes silent, both of you so tangled in eachother that you can’t tell where one of you starts and where the other ends. He feels the drowsiness settle in his eyelids, they start to feel heavy and he fights it until he can’t anymore.

Shortly after him, you fall asleep too. Whatever consequences that were going to arise from tonight were tomorrow’s problem.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

🤫🤫

Shh they eepy.

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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taglist: @sturniololovers

[critter-creature-or-beast]

Submitted for classification by @cigarette-scented-hotel-rooms

"this is rigsby! he is a very long boy, he can fit in a woman’s xs shirt, and he weighs 18 pounds. he’s my silly little guy and i would like to know what the people think he is!"

[daytaker]

By the way, we have this Binsfeld doofus to thank for that. At least for part of it. WHB, OM, and Helltaker. And Helluva Boss.

Catch me binging Treatise on Confessions by Evildoers and Witches (1589) tonight for all the good lore.

sometimes i think about

how weird and inconvenient it is that i am in/have adjacent interests to multiple fandoms with characters who have the same names.

post: "lucifer NSFW below the cut"

me: >:)

me: "o h shit that's not the lucifer i was expecting ummmm sorry dad"

[hotchfiles]

↪ day six. perfectionism — #marchhotchness

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ wool to brave the season ❞ ─ a choiceless hope blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summary: but as you sat down on the floor of the crappy hotel, sharing bad coffee and feeling his warmth by your side, you knew that you wouldn’t have him any other way. even if you don’t really have him. content warnings: set before the first part. you can read it without reading the rest tho. just a bit of angst and idiots in love and partnership and criminal minds canon descriptions of crimes. word count: 800+

    You woke up to the faint sound of shuffling of paper, the room was mostly dark and chilly, the clock on your bedside strikes two in the morning. You didn’t have to look to know, but still, you checked the other bed finding it empty, a source of light coming from steps ahead on the small hotel room showed you the prettiest scene.

    Your partner in his pajamas, coffee pot and cup next to the lamp on the desk, his eyes were glued to the files and the thick book under them, which you imagined to be the crime classification manual. 

    The team had been briefed on the way there, but arriving in Seattle after dinner time made the plan of getting to the scenes as fast as possible change, and you were both told to rest for the night. 

    Hotch promised you he would go to bed in a bit, three hours ago. 

    You scoffed, getting up and taking the blanket you were just cozied up on with you, dropping it on his shoulders swiftly, he jolted in the chair in surprise, smiling when he noticed it was just you. “Did I wake you? Tried not to make any noise.” 

    His voice is raspy from how tired he is and from not speaking for a while and weirdly it brings you comfort, hearing him speak so quietly in the almost full darkness of that room, no outside noise coming in, as if only the two of you existed, as if he was yours. 

    “It’s cold, Aaron. Go to bed.” You don’t answer his question, instead you sit on the edge of the bed you were just sleeping on, waiting to hear him justify the ungodly hour of his work. 

    “I’m not cold anymore.” His attempt to not make it obvious the way he took a deep breath while tightening the blanket around him fails, and he knows you know he was trying to smell you through the fabric.

    “Alright, I’ll bite. What you doing?” 

    “Building a profile.” He says matter of fact, shrugs as he does so but makes sure to hold the blanket so it doesn’t fall, he feels cozy in it, basking in the smell of your body wash and by how soft the fabric was. It was your blanket after all, you took it on every trip. 

    “We didn’t even–” You start, trying to argument that you hadn’t gone to the crime scenes yet, but he had recently become one of the lead profilers, promoted before you which made you just about 5% jealous and 95% proud because you knew how hard he worked, and how this case had to come out perfectly. The result had to be perfect. 

    Aaron was like that, he was a perfectionist, a controlling freak perfectionist, and his first case as lead profiler had left him empty handed, not enough to build the profile before the BAU was sent away. Since then he had become more and more obsessive, you had to deal with it during work and imagined his fiancee had to deal with it at home. 

    Although you reckon she might have better outcomes on making him relax. 

    You, on the other hand, don’t have as much freedom to do something about it, so you do what you can as his partner and friend. You get up, turn the lights on, get your glasses and sit on the floor across from him, opening your hand and waiting for him to give you some of the files. 

    “What?” 

    “Pass me some of those, let’s bounce some ideas back and forth, you know profiles can’t be built solo, you might be biased.” You sighed at his reluctance, the guilt from waking you up clear on his eyes. “I’m already up, just do it, stop being so annoying.” 

    You were bossy when you wanted, too bad he actually liked that, so he just smirked and threw half the files on your lap. The first you open are filled with photos from the autopsies, you whine, something about the cold lab atmosphere and the dead almost blue bodies always creeps you out, and Hotch knew it too, “oh fuck me–” Trying my best not to, he lets the intrusive thought come and go quickly, ignoring it, “autopsies, really?” 

    He shrugs, “I’m looking at the crime scene ones, the whole scene is organized, clean, but the bodies are torn apart, disorganized, personal, there’s too much disconnection.” Hotch slips down from the chair, sitting on the floor by your side and putting the pictures in front of you both to analyze. 

    The coffee is starting to get cold, so he grabs his cup from the table, sharing it with you as you worked on writing the discrepancies you both found between the scenes and the bodies. 

    Aaron is a perfectionist. He needs his plans to go exactly as he schemed them, he doesn’t like change and he likes to be prepared for what the next day will bring.

    But as you sat down on the floor of the crappy hotel, sharing bad coffee and feeling his warmth by your side, you knew that you wouldn’t have him any other way.

    Even if you don’t really have him.

[classificationhell]

So it's most likely not going to happen in the fic I am writing for him, but imagine Mourningstar's delusions go so hard that he genuinely believes that you are his babygirl, and not in the adopted way. Like in order to help him heal more his brain decided to fabricate that everyone died that night except you. You were taken from him, but not by death. The angels must've taken you and then sent you back down once he proved he wouldn't lift a finger to help those filthy sinners ever again.

Even if you look completely different, even if you insist you don't remember this man he's so sure in his delusions. Of course you don't remember him you were just born when it happened that's why you look at him like he's a stranger, oh babygirl he's so sorry he missed so many important milestones for you. He wonders why the angels didn't tell you about your Daddy, but it's alright he'll tell you all about your family and about memories he has of you as a baby.

It all makes so much sense now! Angels wouldn't be so cruel as to murder his entire family. The reason he didn't make a grave for you was because he couldn't find your body, and a small part of him held hope that you were alive somewhere. The reason why Charlie's nursery only had the one crib was because him and Lillith had decided to co-sleep with you in their bed, yes, yes, it's all so clear! He must've been so deep in his grief he had momentarily forgotten, oh babygirl he's so sorry but he remembers everything now!

He will tell you all about the day you were born and how excited Charlie had been for a sibling. He'll tell you about how she used to play dress up with you and read you her favorite stories and how you'd giggle. He'd tell you about how he used to make you watch in wide eyed wonder whenever he'd use his magic around you.

What you aren't his second daughter and you came from another family? Oh honey, the angels must've kept you in a state of sleep and you dreamed the whole thing, shhh, don't get upset now, Daddy's here, and he'll help you remember the real truth about your past. Poor thing you must be so confused, don't cry Daddy's here now.

For those of you who have no idea who this unhinged man is allow me to introduce him to you. Essentially he is Lucifer if Lillith actually attempted to form a legitimate army to take down heaven due to the extermination and as a result was punished by the angel of death taking away his wife and child. He becomes more and more secluded and insane in his grief until he finds an Omega Little regressed, being chased by an exorcist (in my fic), crying out for their Daddy and he saves them and becomes immediately attached and regardless of pronouns or actual gender he calls them his babygirl or princess. He is unhinged and delusional but truly does love them.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Vaggie's Classification Chapter 9: Start Of A Good Day

Summary: Vaggie wakes up feeling small. Will she let herself stay that way though?

Vaggie woke up feeling well rested. She had no nightmares or terrors during the night, no insomnia, and really felt rested. However, her brain had yet to age back up from that previous night, so she was still feeling quite small. Immediately, she was going to try and repress her little side, but then remembered the conversation she had with Charlie. Charlie loved it when she regressed and being little really helped Vaggie’s mental health. So, finally, Vaggie stopped being stubborn, and let her little side take control.

Right away, Vaggie noticed that Charlie was still fast asleep next to her. It was about 8:30 am so Vaggie needed to get her Mama up. She didn’t want to wait for her to wake up on her own and she was feeling too energetic to cuddle.

“Mama, wake up,” Vaggie shook Charlie awake. At first, Charlie jumped, not expecting to be shaken awake, but softened when she saw Vaggie, pacifier still in her mouth, right next to her.

“Good morning, sweetie~ how’d you sleep?” She asked, slowly sitting up and stretching.

“Swept good! Got wots of sleep!” Vaggie told her. Charlie awed at her cute lisp. She was glad that Vaggie had woken up feeling little. They could have a fun little day now to cope with the events of yesterday. Maybe Vaggie even felt little enough to attend the little sessions that day in the lobby with everyone after breakfast!

“That’s great, baby. Let Mama get ready and then we can get you some breakfast, okay?” Vaggie nodded and played with her stuffie as Charlie got up to go to the bathroom.

However, as Charlie was going through her morning routine, Vaggie wanted to be with her. So as she would brush her teeth, Vaggie would be sitting on top of the other sink, holding her plushie close to her. When Charlie was finally done, Vaggie hopped off the sink and waddled over to her. Charlie noticed the small increase in waddle and wondered if Vaggie’s diaper needed to be changed.

“Baby, can Mama check your diapie real quick?” She asked. Vaggie shrugged but then nodded. Charlie lightly patted the back of her diaper. Sure enough, it was quite a bit wet. So she picked the little one up, and walked into the bedroom. She laid down the changing mat on the bed and set Vaggie down. The baby blushed, knowing that this meant she had used it in her sleep.

“Mommy’s just gonna give you a quick change before we eat, okay?” Charlie booped her nose before grabbing a plain diaper, the powder and some wipes. She started to change her, but Vaggie was getting a little squirmy, not liking the change very much.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetie, You’re doing great. It’s almost over,” She spoke in a soft and gentle tone. Vaggie calmed down a little once the diaper was finally taped up. She thought that was it but then Charlie started to help change her clothes.

“Do you want a onesie, baby? Or some overalls?” she asked. Vaggie babbled and pointed to the onesie. Charlie chuckled at the cuteness and started to change her. 

Once Vaggie was all ready for the day, Charlie gave her a little pat on her diaper, telling her that it was all done. She then picked her up with her stuffie and was about to carry her out of the bedroom. Vaggie knew that outside the safe bedroom was judgemental people, ready to make fun of her at any moment. She squirmed and started to whine.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. No one’s gonna judge you or think of you differently. Half of them are littles or supporters.” Charlie said. Vaggie still pouted, but this time, let Charlie take her downstairs to the kitchen. She was nervous about everyone seeing her small but maybe it would be for the better.

[bullet-prooflove]

Can Beau kiss Ally desperately, please?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @b-bradshaw @caffeinatedwoman @dizzybee03 @burningpeachpuppy

Companion piece to:

Nine Months - Beau comes home from his deployment to a surprise revelation.

Scar Tissue - Beau and you discuss your decision to resign your commision.

Christmas Alone - Your marriage is stretched to breaking point when Beau gets a new posting.

There’s a desperation in Beau tonight, you can feel it in every single one of his kisses as he pulls you down into his lap in a hotel room in Yuma. His hands roam over your body, stroking, kneading, caressing you through your clothes as his hips rock up into you.

“Beau, tell me.” You whisper, cradling his face between your hands. “Tell me the thing you’re trying to escape.”

He sighs then, his palms coming to rest on your waist, holding you tight.

“They’re enforcing the stop-loss policy.” He tells you, his fists bunching up the fabric of your shirt. “They’re trying to keep me for another year out in Arizona.”

The stop-loss policy allows any branch of the US military to involuntarily extend the end of service date for a service member. The conditions of use are that the US have to be at war when it’s enacted. For people like Beau with retirement on the horizon it means they extend his tenure for another twelve months from the retirement date.

“They can’t do that.” You tell him, your eyebrows furrowing into a frown. “We’re not at war…”

But then you think about it and you see that loophole clear as day. The US is still involved in conflicts in countries such as Yemen, Somalia, Iraq and Syria, it could be argued that each of them fall into that classification.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his voice raw with emotion. “I am trying to fight it but you know how those cases go.”

Nowhere, they go absolutely nowhere because it’s not in the supreme courts interests to allow the policy to be challenged. The handful that have gotten anywhere were ruled against with prejudice.

By doing this to Beau, the Navy get exactly what they want. Two years of Beau managing the Arizona Top Gun Programme.

“There’s nothing we can do.” You tell him because those sons of bitches knew exactly what they were doing when they enforced that policy.  

“Is this something we can ride out?” He asks you, his thumb ghosting over the blush of your cheek as he looks into your eyes. You know he’s pleading for reassurance but the truth is you don’t have any to give.

You think about the missed birthdays, the lonely Christmas, the life you have in San Diego, the one he’s being forced into in Arizona. You’re not sure you can face two more years of being away from the man you love because this isn’t like a deployment. This is living two separate, lives, busy ones. It’s a completely different ball game, one you don’t have a road map for.

“Honestly?” You say, shaking your head. “I don’t fucking know.”

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[rinnsverse]

Hello hello, may I request a Stelle x m!reader (or gn!reader) oneshot please?

Stelle finding drunk Y/n while walking around in Penacony, blabbering about how their beloved raccoon is the best gal that ever appear in their life (and singing all praises imaginable)

Y/n said all of that in front of her face, not realizing that they're talking to their said beloved raccoon.

Stelle's ice cream dropped.

And they're not in a relationship. (Oof lol-)

DRUNKEN DAZE — stelle

TROPES: crack, pining, accidental confessions

PAIRINGS: stelle x male!reader

UNIVERSE: canon-ish

WARNING(S): alcohol

A/N: in all honesty, me creating this is like a shot in the dark since i have no clue wtf im doing 😭

THE DRINKS IN Penacony's were in strong hotel bar, that's for sure. A few shots in and you could feel yourself beginning to get tipsy; it was difficult to classify if you were a lightweight or not, all planets had varying strengths to their liquor as well as classifications to them.

But it wasn't hard to determine that the drinks you ordered were strong enough to render you hazy. Knowing that it was getting relatively late, you pay your tab and unsteadily leave the bar counter. 

As you were walking aimlessly, you lean against a railing trying to mentally put yourself together at the very least. Letting out a sigh, you look towards your right and spot a familiar head of grey hair also leaning on the railing; ice cream in hand.

Propping your elbows back up on the railing, you squint your eyes at the figure next to you. She meets your eyes and turns her whole body towards you, "Hey, do you need something?"

You merely hum in response, resting your head on your hand, "No, it's just that you remind me of someone."

"Oh really?" she tilted her head, taking another lick of her ice cream.

"Mhm," you nod, "She's amazing, one of the best things to ever happen to me. Her and the Express Crew. I never really had people like them in my life before the Astral Express, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"I'm glad you see us— uh, the Express that way," she smiled, scooting closer to you.

"Best people in my life, not that I had anything else to work with before them, but still; we gained a new crewmate — ha, crewmate — recently. Well, not really recently y'know, we've already been through a lot together."

"And what do you think about this new, 'crewmate,'" she questioned, gazing at you as you look up at the ceiling of the hotel.

"Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same," you rant on and on about your admiration for her, something she knew you would've never told her directly to her face.

"Really?"

"Really," you nod, assured in yourself, "I wonder if she thinks the same way about me."

"She does," she affirms.

"What makes you so sure?" you inquire, turning to look at her straight on.

"Just trust me," she pats your shoulder.

You close your eyes in thought for a moment, "Then, it would be safe for me to confess to her?"

Stelle lets out a noise of shock, mouth agape for a moment, "Y'know, I think it's about time to go to the dreamscape." Ushering you to the VIP elevator while you mutter disagreements and questions.

It took a moment for you to lie in the 'bed' but she managed to leave your room with a small sigh, "Hopefully you aren't drunk in the dreamscape too."

Eyes widening, she realizes her hands felt oddly empty.

Rushing out the hall and frantically looking each way of the corridor, she ushers over to the railing, looking down and seeing a familiar shade of ice cream below.

"WHO THE FUCK DROPPED ICE CREAM ON MY LUGGAGE?!"

On second thought, it might've not been her ice cream after all.

[voxina]

Liam's death investigation official update

The head of the National Criminal and Correctional Court No. 34, Laura Bruniard, processed last Friday the five people accused in the framework of the investigation that the Public Prosecutor's Office carried out on the death of Liam James Payne, which occurred on October 16 when the 31-year-old British musician fell from the balcony of the hotel in the Buenos Aires neighborhood of Palermo where he had been staying for three days. Three of the accused were processed without preventive detention for negligent homicide, and the other two for the crime of supplying narcotics, and they were ordered to preventive detention.

The defendants were charged at the time by the head of the National Criminal and Correctional Prosecutor's Office No. 14, prosecutor Andrés Esteban Madrea, who investigated the circumstances of the incident from the beginning.

RLN, the victim’s representative who accompanied Payne on this trip to Buenos Aires to obtain his US visa again; the hotel manager, GAM; and the head of reception, ERG; are the three accused of “culpable homicide,” a crime contemplated in article 84 of the Penal Code (CP) and which provides for a sentence of 1 to 5 years in prison for anyone who “through imprudence, negligence, lack of skill in their art or profession or failure to observe the regulations or duties in their charge causes the death of another.” The judge also placed an embargo on all three of them for 50 million pesos each.

Meanwhile, the EDP hotel employee and a waiter whom Payne met in the Puerto Madero neighborhood and whose initials are BNP, were prosecuted for “supply of narcotics,” a crime specified in article 5, section “e” of Law No. 23,737 on Narcotics, which provides for a sentence of 4 to 15 years in prison. Both were given preventive detention and five million pesos in assets were seized.

In the case of RLN, Payne's companion during his stay in Argentina, there was a difference in the criminal classification chosen by the judge, since the prosecutor Madrea, when charging him and requesting his questioning, had done so for more serious crimes: abandonment of a person followed by death - contemplated in article 106 of the Criminal Code and which carries a sentence of 5 to 15 years in prison -, as the author, in ideal competition with supply and facilitation of narcotics.

"Bringing Payne up to room 310 in that state, where he was staying, was creating a legally unacceptable risk to his life," the judge said.

The accusations

In the resolution, Bruniard transcribes the five charges formulated by the MPF at the time of the investigations and whose details are as follows:

EDP ​​(hotel employee): He is accused of having delivered cocaine, for a fee, once on October 15, 2024, at 3:25 a.m., and the next time on October 16, 2024, between 3:30 p.m. and 4:00 p.m., for Liam James Payne to consume during his stay at the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, located at 6032 Costa Rica Street in this city.

BNP (waiter): he is accused of having delivered cocaine, for a fee, on October 14, at 3:24 a.m., for Payne to consume at the hotel, where he even accompanied him to room #310, checking in with him, between 3:25 a.m. and 8:15 a.m. when he checked out. Also, on the same day, he is accused of having delivered more cocaine, for a fee, for the accused to consume, between 10:03 a.m. and 10:44 a.m., on which occasion Payne went to the defendant's home, at 400 Agüero Street in the Federal Capital, traveling in a taxi and returning to the hotel.

RLN (representative): he is held criminally responsible for the death of Liam James Payne through the execution of actions and omissions in the period prior to and contemporaneous that culminated in Payne falling from the balcony of room No. 310 corresponding to the Casa Sur Palermo hotel […]. Thus, the accused N. failed to comply with his duties of care, assistance and aid that he had towards Payne due not only to a pre-existing legal duty but also to specific functions of guidance and personal accompaniment, previously coordinated and accepted by the relevance and activities of his profession, abandoning him to his fate, knowing that he was incapable of caring for himself, knowing that the accused suffered from multiple previous addictions - to alcohol and cocaine - and having full knowledge of the state of intoxication, vulnerability and helplessness in which he found himself.

GAM (hotel manager): She was present in the lobby at the time prior to the events and noticed the state of health of Lyam James Payne, who was unable to stand due to the consumption of various substances. The manager was in charge of the establishment and allowed, at least by omission, for Payne to be taken to his room moments before his death. In the room, number 310 of the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, there was a balcony that, given the detailed situation, was a source of risk for Payne. […] The conduct that M. should have carried out was to keep him safe in an area without sources of danger, in company and until medical care was provided for him.

ERG (hotel reception manager): was present in the hotel lobby at the time prior to the events and noticed the state of health of Lyam James Payne, who was unable to stand due to the consumption of various substances. G. led a group of three people who dragged Payne to his room moments before his death. In the room, number 310 of the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, there was a balcony that, given the detailed picture, was a source of risk for Payne. […] The conduct that G. should have carried out was to keep him safe in an area without sources of danger, in company and until he could be provided with medical care.

"I maintain that the person named tried to leave from the balcony of the place where he was left because the forensic experts noted that he did not lose his balance. This is how the fall occurred," explained the magistrate.

The supply of drugs

In the case of the EDP hotel employee, Bruniard said he shared "the prosecutor's theory that the accused provided cocaine to Payne for a fee."

Based on testimony and analysis of some of the footage, he mentioned that the accused received “100 dollars” from the victim in exchange for buying drugs from him and that, on another occasion, the British musician sent a car to the defendant’s home in the Buenos Aires district of Lomas de Zamora to bring him more narcotics.

Regarding the waiter BNP - who in his defense admitted having given drugs to Payne but stated that he did so to spend time with him - the judge also agreed with "the prosecutor's thesis that the delivery of cocaine was for money."

To do so, he evaluated the chats between the musician and the defendant that talked about it, the hotel footage that captured the waiter's arrival at the hotel in the early hours of October 14 and his departure almost five hours later, and the fact that "Payne asked for money at the reception desk while the defendant was in his room."

"In this case, it was proven that both EDP and BNP supplied cocaine in exchange for money to Liam James Payne," Bruniard said, supporting the MPF's accusation.

The judge's thesis 

In the grounds of the indictment, and after analyzing and validating the evidence collected by the prosecution, the judge developed her own "thesis" on what happened to the former leader of the band One Direction .

Bruniard stated that “it was proven by the testimonies gathered by the prosecutor that Liam James Payne had a history of addiction.” In this regard, he explained that he was seen demanding cocaine and alcohol by the staff of the Casa Sur Palermo hotel and that “the autopsy performed on his body showed that the death was caused by multiple trauma and internal and external bleeding,” and that “the presence of cocaine and alcohol in large quantities was confirmed.”

“On October 16, moments before 5 p.m., Payne was unable to care for himself,” the judge noted, pointing out as evidence of this the photograph incorporated into the case, which corresponds to the footage taken by a camera in the hotel lobby, where at 4:54 p.m. the musician was seen unconscious and being dragged “by three people.”

“The way he was being handled shows a state of vulnerability,” the judge said, referring to the situation of the hotel manager and receptionist, stating that “bringing Payne up in that state to room 310 where he was staying was creating a legally disapproved risk to his life.”

“Payne’s consciousness was altered and there was a balcony in the room. The proper thing to do was to leave him in a safe place and with company until a doctor arrived. The people responsible at the hotel that day were the manager GAM and the head of reception ERG,” he added.

When analyzing the hotel security camera recordings presented by the prosecution, Bruniard also highlighted that thanks to them it was possible to observe that the head of reception ERG “is the one who led Payne to be dragged to his room” and that “the images are compelling” when this defendant and the manager GAM are seen moments before 5 p.m. “in the hallway of room 310,” and that minutes later the victim was found dead in the restaurant's patio.

Payne wanted to leave through the balcony

In another section of the ruling, the judge mentioned that, according to her hypothesis, Payne did not faint when he fell into the void, but that, in his state of intoxication due to polydrug use, he tried to leave the room through the balcony and thus fell.

“I maintain that the person named tried to leave from the balcony of the place where he was left because the forensic experts noted that he did not lose his balance. This is how the fall occurred,” explained the magistrate, who to support this theory mentioned an extension of the report of the Forensic Medical Corps and an ocular inspection carried out on December 5 at the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, in which the magistrate herself participated.

“I believe that M. (manager) and G. (head of reception) did not act maliciously in relation to the singer's death, but they were imprudent in allowing him to be taken to the room and taking him there respectively. They created a legally disapproved risk and Payne's death is the concretisation of that risk. The named man tried to leave via the balcony, in the state detailed, he fell into the void and died,” he concluded.

According to the forensic experts, Payne fell into the hotel restaurant's patio "without any sign of defense," which caused multiple injuries to his body, especially to his head after hitting the concrete support of an umbrella directly.

"Payne's consciousness was altered and there was a balcony in the room. The proper thing to do was to leave him in a safe place and with company until a doctor arrived," the judge said.

The situation of the companion

Regarding RLN -who assisted Payne during his stay in Buenos Aires-, the judge held that “he is responsible for the crime of negligent homicide as the perpetrator given that he had assumed a position of guarantor in front of the family of the deceased.” Based on testimony statements and analysis of communications and messaging chats presented by the prosecution, she added that “it is evident that this defendant was Liam James Payne's contact for the hotel.”

She explained that RLN was present at the hotel moments before the dangerous situation occurred and this is supported by the images that show him leaving Casa Sur at 16:11 - some 50 minutes before the incident. "I believe that at that point, given the results of the autopsy, Payne's state of vulnerability was evident. N. could not trust that the rest of the hotel staff would act appropriately," the magistrate assessed, beyond the continuity of the investigation.

The rating

In justifying the criminal classification chosen for the three defendants for negligent homicide, the judge explained that "the situation of these defendants can be treated jointly, although each one must answer as the author for their act given that there is no co-authorship in the negligent crime and the way in which they have created the risk situation, which resulted in Payne's death, is different."

“In this specific case, I do not consider that N. (representative), M. (manager) or G. (head of reception) planned and wanted Payne’s death. They did not imagine the outcome but they created a legally disapproved risk. M. created this, in his role as manager of the establishment, by allowing Payne to go up to room 310. G. did so by leading the group of people who took Payne to the aforementioned room. […] What happened was foreseeable,” he said.

"In the case of N. (representative), he should have consulted a doctor given the commitment made to the family of the deceased. He should have done this without relying on what the hotel employees could do," he assessed.

Finally, the judge considered that "the three people who are being prosecuted have contributed, although not in a planned manner, to creating a risk that resulted in Payne's death, whether by action or omission."

Precautionary measures

In justifying the pretrial detention of the hotel employee and the waiter, Bruniard took into account the expected sentence for the crime for which they were prosecuted, which does not allow a suspended sentence.

Regarding the three defendants charged with manslaughter - who were not given preventive detention - the magistrate indicated that there were no procedural risks, that they have roots and that the sentence does allow for a suspended sentence. In any case, the prohibition against RLN, a US citizen, was upheld in order to guarantee his permanence in the country.

[SOURCE]

[teapartyprincess4two]

Parenthood- C. Sturniolo

pairing: Mom!reader x Dad!Chris

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, I didn’t name the children but Chris has 2 sons in this 👍🏻

summary: head cannons of Dad!Chris.

Parenthood- M. Sturniolo (Matt’s Version)

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☆SFW

Fatherhood is something that scared Chris beyond belief, but when you broke the news to him he couldn’t contain his excitement. When your son was born, he fell in love immediately, and you both learned to navigate being parents. Then, when you were blessed with a second son, he was even happier.

☆ Chris cherishes every single memory, he’s really sappy about it all. He has a box full of pictures, baby socks, the wristbands from the hospital, everything.

☆ “Chris, some of this is trash,” you chuckle, filtering through the endless trinkets that all seemed to hold significance to him.

☆ “Our son’s first pair of socks isn’t trash, Y/n!” he snatches the box away from you, carefully placing everything back in.

☆ “Okay, but this dirty napkin?”

☆ “I wiped my tears with that. THANK YOU,” he snatches it from you, his sassy demeanor making you laugh.

☆ Chris loves spoiling his son, whether it be with toys and games, or with summer trips.

☆ He goes all out too, splurging on trips to Disney or to elaborate water parks, making sure to book the hotel and everything.

☆ “Babe, he’s 3. He won’t even remember this,” you chuckle, dragging luggage’s behind you.

☆ “Yes you will. Right, son?” Chris coos, bouncing the baby in his arms and blowing a raspberry into his neck. The baby giggles, the sound being music to Chris’s ears.

☆ The whole week it’s just you and Chris going on all the kiddy rides, snapping pictures of your son, and passing out back at the hotel.

☆ When you find out you’re pregnant with your second son, Chris does everything in his power to make your firstborn’s last months as an only child special.

☆ He takes him to the park, cuddles him to sleep every night, and showers that boy in so much love.

☆ Even though Chris is extremely high energy, being a working dad of two is very tiring.

☆ So, when the kids get older, he starts feeling comfortable taking ‘dad naps’ in random spots around the house.

☆ “Chris, babe, can you help me in here really quick?” you’re balancing a fussy baby on your hip, the other hand stirring whatever’s on the stove.

☆ You peer your head outside to see Chris knocked out on the hanging lounge chair. His chin rests on his chest, mouth open and arms crossed as small snores fall past his lips.

☆ Your oldest son holds a long piece of grass, tickling Chris’s nose with it. Your son whispers eerily,“Wake up daaaad. Wake uppppp.” You can’t help but giggle at the sight.

☆ Chris has successfully managed to cement his legacy as the ‘cool dad,’ or at least he thinks he has.

☆ He loves wearing funky graphic t-shirts when he’s chaperoning the kids, “I was young once too. I was the shit back then, kid.”

☆ Your oldest son just rolls his eyes playfully, but in reality he really looks up to Chris.

☆ Your youngest son loves dressing up like his dad, wearing his oversized t-shirts and beanies so big they fall past his eyes.

☆ “Look mom, I look like daddy!” he exclaims, accidentally tripping on the shirt as he runs towards you.

☆ Other times, Chris will throw on some sunglasses and try acting mysterious.

☆ The mysterious act doesn’t last long though, especially not when your youngest son cuddles up next to him for his afternoon nap or when your oldest starts asking for snack money.

☆ At family parties, Chris goes all out. He’s buying a bouncy house, cooking the burgers, renting an ice cream truck, and inviting all of his family.

☆ He loves playing games with his kids, usually forming teams and challenging them, “Alright me and Matt verses you two. Losers have to jump into the pool with their clothes on.”

☆ “Okay, but uncle Nick has to be on our team,” your oldest replies, fully confident in his ability to win his dad.

☆ Nick is then recruited, and surprisingly isn’t needed because your sons are completely obliterating Chris’s team.

☆ Chris isn’t a sore loser, it’s a trait he never wants to subconsciously pass down to his kids, so he’s jumping into the pool fully clothed as his kids watch in a fit of giggles.

☆ Laundry day is easily Chris’s most hated day, especially with two messy children.

☆ He’ll ‘help’ you fold clothes, which really means that he’s toying with the same shirt and flicking through Netflix.

☆ When the kids are asleep, you and Chris will treat yourself to some takeout because that’s the only time you can order food that the kids don’t usually like.

☆ You two are like little rats, hiding in the pantry munching before the kids hear you and wake up.

☆ One small creak and you’re both frantically hiding the food. “THEY’RE COMING!” he whisper shouts, but when no one opens the door you both fall into a fit of laughter at the dramatics.

☆ As your firstborn son gets older, he starts becoming snappy and somewhat rude, as teenagers often do.

☆ And although Chris doesn’t like reprimanding his kids for the smallest things, he can be stern when it’s necessary.

☆ “Watch your fucking mouth, kid. I don’t want to hear shit like that from you again. Go to bed.” Your son is hanging his head down and trudging to his room.

☆ “Don’t you think you were a little harsh on him?” you whisper, holding onto Chris’s arm gently.

☆ “My kids aren’t gonna be disrespectful, especially not to their momma,” he replies, but when he hears your son sniffling in his room the guilt begins chipping away at him.

☆ It doesn’t take Chris long after that to enter your sons room and engulf him in a hug, scolding him in a much softer manner that informs your son that what he did was still wrong, but also that Chris still loves him.

☆ Baseball, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, hockey, football; your sons are doing it all.

☆ Chris is in the stands, cheering so loud that his voice is hoarse by the end of the game. Even when his kid’s team doesn’t win, he’s still so incredibly proud of their performance.

☆ Chris reps the jerseys, attends the practices, and coaches his sons even when they’re at home, “Widen up your stance then throw!”

☆ Whenever there’s an opportunity to make his boys laugh, Chris is taking it.

☆ He picks them up from school wearing big, fake teeth while playing silly songs on the stereo.

☆ Your sons are never embarrassed, they just hold their sides and laugh uncontrollably, “Dad I’m gonna pee, stop!”

☆ He doesn’t spoil his kids, but he definitely buys them an unnecessary amount of things. It’s mostly harmless stuff like toys, games, and sugary snacks.

☆ “They don’t need any more toys, Chris,” you scold, struggling to make space for all of it.

☆ “We don’t need anything, Y/n,” he replies, his inner child going crazy.

☆NSFW

As parents, it can be hard for you and Chris to make time for each other. Your schedules are packed with school, practices, work, and the few free moments in between are used for household chores. But Chris always makes time for you no matter what.

☆ For the most part, you have to be sneaky. During birthday parties or family events, you take advantage of how distracted your kids are and sneak away into an empty room like teenagers.

☆ Your adrenaline is pumping, clumsy fingers undoing his belt as he kisses you feverishly.

☆ “We have to be quick,” you whisper, watching hungrily as he lines himself up with your entrance.

☆ He doesn’t respond, knees wobbling and his animalistic grunts filling the room as he pumps into you quickly.

☆ Chris doesn’t last long, which is slightly embarrassing, but the times you guys have sex are so few and far between that you can’t blame him.

☆ “Sorry,” he whimpers, pulling out and collapsing next to you. “Don’t be sorry,” you smirk, straddling his hips and getting yourself off as he becomes an overstimulated mess.

☆ On date night Chris books a night at a nearby hotel, dropping the kids off with his parents and telling you to get all dolled up.

☆ He dresses up too, meeting you at the hotel bar and flirting with you like it’s his first time meeting you.

☆ “Hey beautiful, come around here often?”

☆ You play along, the butterflies swarming in your stomach despite sharing an entire life with this man, “I do. Never seen a man as handsome as you here before, though.”

☆ A few champagne glasses later, you’re both giddily walking back to the hotel room and making love under the soft lamp light.

☆ Some random mornings, he wakes up fully bricked and no matter how hard he tries to will the erection away it just won’t subside.

☆ “Y/n, baby, are you awake?” he murmurs, pressing soft, sloppy kisses on your exposed shoulders.

☆ You stir awake, a soft yawn escaping your lips as you reply, “I’m awake.”

☆ He pulls you in closer, his erection pressing against the back of your thigh.

☆ “Need some help there?” you chuckle, immediately understanding his intentions. He hums in response, letting you take over as he watches in a lazy haze.

☆ “So beautiful,” he moans, hands caressing and massaging every inch of your body. You can’t help but blush, hiding yourself in the crook of his neck.

☆ “Look at me,” he instructs, he doesn’t want to miss out on a single thing.

☆ “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” his lips are latched to yours, an overwhelming feeling of love overtaking him as he blows his load inside of you.

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A/n: meow 😋 dad Chris anyone? 🎤

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[familyabolisher]

Managers often required all job classifications to work in “split” or “broken” shifts, but live-in chambermaids and waitresses were expected to submit to such hours because they lived on the premises. This made life outside of work difficult to plan as the regular weekly shifts varied. These “broken shifts” led to a “hit or miss” existence, as a reporter for the Consumers’ League suggested, because the whole week became occupied by work. Working hours were often distributed over a period of 14-18 hours, seven days a week. On average, according to a study conducted by the Consumers’ League of New York in 1922, hotel workers’ hours ranged from 45.5 to 59.5 hours per week. Sometimes, however, extra shifts could lead to a 70-hour workweek. Even into the 1940s, the Industrial Commissioner of New York State determined that seventy-five per cent of female and male minor hotel workers worked split shifts that extended the working day beyond “a reasonable amount.”

James Woodall, 'From "Servant" to "Hotel Worker": Class Warfare, Hotel Workers, and Wobblies in New York City, 1893-1913

great news everyone. nothing in the hospitality industry has changed since 1922