#young poppa

[withbellzon]

i keep my tumblr to post shit like this

[newleasemusic]

Song of the Day: I'm Hot - The Hoodies

Song of the Day: I'm Hot - The Hoodies

Viral Rap sensations The HOODIES released their EP What Pressure Makes in March of this year. The six-track project served as a prelude to the duo’s forthcoming full-length album Hidden Gems, produced entirely by the legendary Kid Capri. Now brothers E-Class and Young Poppa tease the album with its lead single ‘I’m Hot’, now available on all digital streaming platforms and stores via Asti…

[ewansbeard]

[charliehoennam]

gentle giant

Summary: The Solomons enjoy quality family time with their young baby daughter as per request by @j23r23

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x F!reader

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of pregnancy and natural childbirth, oc!daughter, hints at smut

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG.

"She can't even play with that yet, Alf. She's too small" you told him when he brought home a large and lavish dollhouse, carried up to your daughter's nursery room by a couple of his men.

"Course she can't now. But, she will someday. Nothing but the best for my little Laura."

You chuckled and shook your head at his excitement, deciding to let him be happy because he genuinely was.

He has never been prouder of anything in his life.

It was needless to say that Alfie wasn't like most fathers of the time. Every day, you woke up feeling blessed and fortunate enough to be his wife.

Now, you are the mother of his child. Of his first born princess that he was already spoiling with all the finest little clothes and toys.

It's been a few months since you'd brought Laura into the world and Alfie's pride radiated as if he'd just learned he was going to be a father. Having expected the high of newfound fatherhood to fade away with late night nappy changes and early morning hungry cries, you were surprised to find that he was still so thrilled about being a father.

Not only was he proud of his little Laura, but he was still amazed beyond comprehension at your body.

During the pregnancy, he constantly marveled at the growing bump in your belly. Alfie was no fool; he understood perfectly well how a woman's body works, yet it was still the greatest miracle to him.

He never stopped calling you a Goddess for having the power to create life.

The birth of your daughter left him complete ecstasy.

Most men, especially in Jewish traditions, it was uncommon for the father to be present in the room for such a thing. But, then again, Alfie was no common man. He was always far from ordinary.

He insisted on being present to watch the miracle himself.

You'd talked about it before and assured him the midwives would take care of you. After all, he had hired the best staff to take care of you before, during and after the pregnancy.

He still continue to insist on being present - as long as you were comfortable with his presence - to watch his beloved daughter come into the world. He would've brought her out of you himself if only he knew how.

You wondered if it might have been instigated by the jealous thought of having a doctor between your legs.

You were more than grateful that he had insisted so strongly because you truly believe that, if it hadn't been for his motivating words and endearing support, you couldn't have done it by yourself.

Alfie had never cried so much in his entire life as he did when he first heard Laura's cries. You knew right away that Laura would have him wrapped around her wrinkly little finger.

And you were right.

It's late evening when Alfie comes home from an exhausting long day of work.

After hanging his hat and coat, he greets his favorite dog and heads off to search for you and his little Laura only to find you naked in the luxurious porcelain tub of your bathroom with your young 6-month-old daughter, sharing a warm bath.

"Well, ain't this a sight for sore eyes, eh?" he smirks from the doorway.

His heart warms as he sees your eyes light up.

"Baths always help her sleep better."

"Can't blame her," he nods unbuttoning his shirt. "Any room for me?"

"There's always room for you."

Of course there is. You hardly get much time to spend with your husband. The absence has him yearning for his family just the same.

He sinks into the opposite side of the tub with a tired groan, raising the water level to your swollen breasts.

"Give 'er here. Give 'er to poppa."

You carefully handed your daughter over to his hands.

Alfie holds her against his naked burly chest, kissing her head and cheeks as he informs her how much he's missed her in the softest tone.

"Daddy's missed you so much, princess. Yes, I have. Barely got see my little angel today. But that's alright, yeah? Poppa's here now, ain't he? You been good for your mother? Behaved yourself?" he questions as if she could respond, taking the small bowl to fill with water before gently pouring it over her back.

You watch leaning back against the porcelain, and admire the vulnerability of the big bad Alfie Solomons.

The word that spread around only spoke how cruel and cunning he was; of the horrors he was capable of and enjoyed inflicting upon those who betrayed him.

Yet, only you know how he could be the complete opposite. This version of him was for your eyes only and, for that, you felt blessed.

With his large hand cupped over Laura's little bare bum, he smiles as he relishes in the sounds of her giggles emitted every time he pours water over her back.

"Yeah, you like that, eh?" Alfie chuckles. "Want another go?"

She squeals happily as he repeats the action, excitedly pulling at his burly chest hair.

He yelps as he tries to unlatch her tiny fingers from his hairs.

"Got the grip of the Devil, don't she?"

"Tell that to my hair. Have to keep it up all the time so she doesn't turn me bald" you smile at him.

She giggles more enthusiastically as she pulls at them again.

"Ow! Laura, I am your father, young lady" he playfully chastises her.

"I think she takes after you."

"How so?"

"She enjoys hurting others."

"No, I enjoy hurting those who deserve it. I done nothing to deserve this" he chuckles at you.

"That's nothing compared to her biting my tits. If you think she's got hands of the Devil, try her teeth."

"They're starting to come in, innit?" he asks gently pulling her chin down to examine the two little white spots on her lower gums. "You never complained when I nibbled on them" he continues shooting a smirking glance at you.

"That was different" you chuckle back.

"I can be gentle" he replies with a wandering gaze at your chest.

"No. They're sore as fuck, Alf. They're off limits tonight."

"They're irresistible, they are. Fucking tripled in size, innit?" he chuckles. "Fucking 'ell, love. God is a cruel bloke, He is."

You laugh shaking your head. Alfie never fails to make you feel like a goddess, despite the worries you had about your changing body. It was exactly uncommon at the time for men to lose interest in their wives after pregnancy.

You'd seen many women go through it and you feared your fate would've been the same.

Thankfully, pregnancy had the opposite effect on Alfie. He was already eager to get started on the second child.

"All I'm saying is Laura will need a sibling when she's older."

Alfie's debating continued even after your shared bath. You're trying your cotton robe closed as he carries Laura into your bedroom where you had laid out her sleeping clothes beforehand.

"You say that all the time."

"Doesn't it make it less true. Besides, the fun part is trying."

Laying Laura down on the bed with a smirk, he stands upright and faces you.

The way he holds your waist has you melting under his touch. You take advantage of the moment to admire his details.

The wrinkles on his forehead, the disheveled light brown locks shining in the warm light of your room, the hairy tuffs that were peeking out from his robe.

You slide your palms up his strong arms until they rest on the back of his neck.

"Alright. I'll put her down for bed and we can have some fun time of our own" you smile sweetly at him.

His plush lips - hidden in his bushy brown beard - spread widely with mischief and excitement, infecting you with arousal as they made their way to press against your own.

You kiss him deliciously, letting his hand rest against your soft cheek. His tongue flicks against your bottom, already begging for entrance. You allow him it.

The kiss is more than enough to fuel the fire already sparked inside, in the depth of your cores. But you're both brought back to reality when Laura tiredly whines and rubs her sleepy eyes, kicking her chubby legs in the air out of frustration.

You part from Alfie's loving hold on you and bend down to scoop Laura up into your arms, assuring her everything is alright in gentle whispers.

Alfie watches how your loving nature is quick to soothe your fussy daugther in admiration. He loves watching you with her. His wife with his daughter in arms. His family.

All the words in every language would never be enough to describe the joy and pride you bring out in him.

Getting Laura to fall asleep is hardly a challenge. She was already tired from the long day and from staying up a bit past her bedtime.

Once you get her warmly dressed for the night, you sit in her nursery's rocking chair to give her one last feed.

She latches onto your nipple quickly, staring up at you with big doey eyes. The mixture of blue and gray remind you of Alfie. Her long lashes flutter as she slowly blinks, suckling for milk as she holds your index finger in her tiny hand.

You hum as you let her drink her fill, hoping to lull her sleep.

She can't resist the building sleep no matter how hard she tries. At this point, she's not even trying to drink anymore. Her eyelids grow heavier with every blink.

Gently tucking your breast back into your robe, you rest Laura's head against your shoulder as you gently pat her back to burp her.

She tries to fuss about having her favorite source of nutrition taken away, but her exhaustion dominates.

It doesn't her long to fall asleep.

Before setting Laura in her crib without stirring her too much, you kiss her head and thank the universe for blessing you such a precious little angel to care for and love.

Walking back to your room, you search Alfie but you find he's no longer there. So, you walk down the hall and the stairs in search of your husband, knowing exactly where to find him.

The office door is open as the light shines, providing the only light in the hallway. As you lean in the doorway, you smile and tap against the wooden door.

"She go down alright or put up a fuss?" Alfie smiles looking up at you from his paperwork.

"No fuss tonight. I think she was really tired." You walk into his office with a smile as you make your way towards him. "Now it's time for the grown-ups to have some fun."

Alfie smirks as his chair spins, watching you struct over to his side. His eyes scan over your frame, drinking in the sight of you as you untie your robe, letting the fabric part and shyly reveal your naked body.

"Unless you'd like to stay down here and work?"

He chuckles as he stands and kisses you tenderly, holding your face in his hands as if you're made of the most delicate and precious glass with his rough fingertips gently propping your chin up to make you face him.

"Love, the only work I've got to do is fucking you until you can't walk."

[fandomnerd9602]

Tricks & Treats

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

It was one of your favorite holidays. And it was your first with the twins, your boys, Billy and Tommy. You and Wanda were able to spend last Halloween together as a couple, now you get to spend it as a family unit. And you couldn’t be happier.

You had set up a Halloween party for all the volunteers and hybrids at the sanctuary. Natasha took the initiative and led the charge on it. Pietro was so happy that he was going to be able to spend the day with Natasha and America, the little girl who had quickly stolen their hearts.

Billy and Tommy were excited that they were gonna go trick or treating with their momma, poppa, uncle and their best friend America. They had a field day browsing the aisles of the local store, looking for their costumes. But after two hours trying to locate a perfect costume, they were left tired.

“Poppa” Billy whines, “I can’t find a costume”

“Neither can I” Tommy huffs.

Your eyes wander to a certain section of the costume store. “I think I got the perfect costume for us and Momma too” you smile.

Wanda found herself setting up pumpkins and hanging little witch decorations.

Pietro and America were running around. Pietro was wearing a big bad wolf costume while America was wearing a little red riding hood outfit.

Natasha giggles at the sight as she helps Wanda with the decor.

“Looks like you have your own little pack going on” Wanda motions to the scene before her friend.

“America’s a young pup and I…I always wanted one” Natasha admits with a blush. “Piet’s a good mate too.”

“I’m proud of you, Nattie”

Natasha blushes about as brightly as her hair. It felt good to be supported.

You and the boys came running into the courtyard. You had four bags full of costumes and props as your boys hugged their momma tight.

“Poppa found the perfect costumes!” Tommy explains.

“What?” Wanda giggles.

“I figured you and I were such big fans and…” you pulled out Hogwarts robes and scarves.

“Detka!” Wanda giggles, “it’s perfect! Slytherin for me.”

“I call dibs on Gryffindor!” Billy exclaims.

“I’m a total Ravenclaw!” Tommy chimes in.

“And im a Hufflepuff” you smile as you wrap a Slytherin scarf around your mate’s neck. She gives you a quick peck to your nose.

The Halloween party was in full swing. Natasha was dressed as a huntswoman, ready to hunt herself a big bad wolf.

The big bad wolf in question, Pietro, was currently serving punch to America and the boys.

You and Wanda were dancing together in the dance floor. Her deer tail stuck out thru the back of her robes.

She giggles as she pulls you close, “enjoying Halloween detka?”

“You’re the only treat I need” you whisper in her ear. You kiss her jawline, she shutters to your touch.

“Well after the party tonight I have quite the trick for you” she gives a quick wink.

You got your mate, your boys, a pretty rocking Halloween party and all the love one could ever need. It was a happy Halloween indeed.

Tags @lifespectator @olsenmyolsen @texaswolf23 @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7 @pinklawyerwinnerzonk @aloneodi @julieromanoff @multi-fandom-enjoyer @idkwhatever580

[mattslolita]

meet me at our spot - c. sturniolo ( 002. )

warnings ; drugs, alcohol, stoner!chris , riding, hair pulling, smut

do not interact if you're a minor!

"can you kiss me more? we're so young boy, we ain't got nothing to lose."

"wait, i'm coming with you."

your own words surprised you — you really didn't know chris like that, and you had barely only met him tonight; but honestly? genesis was right — you needed to have some fun and if hanging out with a random drug dealer ( who was cute as hell! ) was your ticket to that, then so be it.

chris grinned at you, holding his hand out towards you — you accepted it with a smile, as he hurriedly pulled you next to him.

you held his hand close as you both weaved throughout the drunk bodies, the loud music and smell of weed encasing the whole home. you followed close behind chris, and as you both had made it downstairs, you caught sight of genesis and hunter, who had his arm wrapped around the girl.

as if sensing your look, genesis looks towards you, a huge grin forming on her face at the sight of you with chris — she raised her solo cup up to you in approval followed by a wink, causing you to roll your eyes playfully and wave her off.

chris's hand found its way to your waist as he guided you out the door, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach at the feeling — you both walked a short distance away from the house where his car was parked, and he opened up the passenger door for you.

you thanked him and slid inside, and he quickly went around the passenger side, slipping in. he let out a sigh and ran his thumb across his nose, and you looked at him curiously, turning to face him a little. "chris, what music do you like?"

chris then looked over you, a small grin taking over his lips. "i like a lot of people, to be honest. did you want me to play some music?"

"yeah, i'm finna put you on," you grinned, and chris shook his head with a small chuckle.

you went to grab the aux cable as chris put the car in rear, his arm going to the back of your seat as he pulled out of the parking space — you felt a warmth encompass your cheeks because of how attractive he looked in that moment; the veiny arms, the way his arm gripped your seat so tightly, it was turning you on.

chris began driving down the road, and you were still scrolling through one of your playlists, then you smiled once you had finally found a song — a second passed by and you set your phone in your lap as big poppa by the notorious b.i.g began playing softly.

"i love this song," chris grins, one hand resting on the wheel as he drove, the other one coming to rest somewhere on the counsel.

"me too," you agree, "so tell me chris, how long you been slanging?"

"probably bout almost a year," chris shrugs and you hum in response, "i mean i smoke alot and i always had good product, so i figured why not make some money?"

"no yeah, i feel that," you nodded, leaning more towards his side of the car.

a comfortable silence passed between the both of you, and you found your gaze occasionally wondering over to chris periodically — his eyes were still red being that he was still high as shit, but you thought it made him look even better; his brunette hair slightly hung over his eyes, but you could still see the crystaline of them clearly as he looked ahead.

chris's hand on the counsel came to rest on your thigh, but you didn't even flinch — in fact, you leaned into his touch as he drove on. you turned to look out of the window, and chris couldn't help but sneak a glance at you whilst you were unaware of it. you hummed to you know how we do it by ice cube playing in the background now, chris beginning to rub gentle circles around your thighs.

"hey, can i ask you to do something for me?"

chris had already successfully given the person their drugs, so now he had the both of you parked on a hill overlooking a view of the city — you had your legs propped to side while you faced him, and chris was leaned back in his seat, rolling yet another blunt.

"yeah, what's up?" he asked you, his eyes still trained on rolling the paper between his fingers. you watched as his tongue glazed over it to seal the other side, and you bit your lip to keep from sighing.

"so like," you began, holding your phone in your lap, an embarrassed smile taking over your features, prompting chris to look at you with a raise of his eyebrows, "i've deadass never smoked before."

an amused expression paints his face as he holds the blunt in his hand, licking his lips. "never? even with your friend who does it all the time?"

"never," you said, feeling your cheeks heat up at the way he was looking at you, "would you be down to teach me?"

"yeah ma, i got you," chris agrees, nodding his head in your direction.

you grin as your hand finds the orange lighter on the counsel, holding it up towards chris — he holds the blunt up to his lips, and you flick the lighter on, the flame touching the end of it as you pull away, watching as chris inhales, then exhales the smoke.

kiss me more by doja cat and sza began to play in the background as chris smirks at you, and you grin at him anticipation. "alright, you try holding it, like this."

chris turns the blunt the opposite way of him, and you take it and hold it in your own hand. "how do you like, do the inhale thing? that probably sounds dumb as fuck, nevermind."

"nah, you're good ma, there is a certain way you're supposed to inhale it," chris explains, how eyes low and hooded, "breathe it in slowly, then exhale."

your eyes stayed glued on chris's as you brought the blunt up to your lips and inhaled slowly like he said, the end of the blunt lighting slightly, then you pulled it away and exhaled, smoke coming out of your nose; you coughed just slightly, and chris is grinning at you proudly.

"look at you, already doing so well," he rasps, causing you to clench your thighs together, "now let's hit this shit together."

you giggle and pass the blunt back to chris, watching as he throws his head back, his brunette hair swaying slightly as he puts the blunt to his lips, exhaling the smoke and shaking his hair again — he was making you so hot and bothered, even though you had barely known him.

you both passed the blunt back and forth a few more times, giggling aimlessly about nonsense. you were becoming more and more comfortable around him, but there was still something you really wanted.

when chris handed you the blunt again, and idea popped into your head — you looked over at chris lazily, a grin overtaking your features as you bite your lip at him.

"what you lookin at me like that for, ma?" chris asks you, a lazy smirk on his lips.

"i wanna try something," you giggle, sitting up in your spot, "if you're down to let me."

"what's up, then?"

you hold the blunt out to chris and he takes it with a confused expression, as you pushed your seat back, preparing yourself — he watched as you carefully climbed over onto his lap, smoothing your dress being that it rode up when you sat down on him.

a low grunt escapes chris's lips, as he reclines his seat so that you can have more room on him — taking the blunt from his hand, he watches you with hooded eyes as you inhaled, then blew the smoke in his face, a smirk residing on your lips.

"that was hot as fuck," he rasps, as you giggle at him, moving slightly.

chris's hooded eyes stayed glued to yours as he rubs his hands up and down your sides, coming to rest on your hips — you bit your lip as you moved up and down on him slightly, emitting a low groan from him.

"don't do that, ma," chris growls, and you could feel the wetness pool your panties.

"why not?" you ask innocently, bringing your face down to nibble on his earlobe, "am i making you feel some typa way, chris?"

without warning, chris grabs the back of your neck and pulls you forward, crashing his lips onto yours — his are warm and soft, and you kiss him back hungrily, having been waiting for this moment all night.

chris's hand move down to grip your ass and at this you let out a small moan, allowing him access to slip his tongue into your mouth — you grind down on him, trying to gain more friction from your movements.

"fuck, chris," you say, pulling away from him breathlessly.

you and his lips are both swollen and red, as he looks up at you with his hooded eyes, and you feel the wetness pool in your panties even more.

"what ma, tell me what you want," chris breathes, and in response you grind down on him again, causing another low growl to emit from his lips.

"i wanna ride you," you say finally.

"come on baby, let me take off this pretty little dress, then," chris says.

you remove your hands from the sides of him momentarily, as chris's hands wander down to your sides and pull the dress up over you, revealing your black bra and black lace panties — chris reconnects your lips, and you continue grinding down on him, feeling your panties leave a small wet spot on his sweats.

pulling away from the kiss, chris goes down to nip and suck at your nipple, whilst pinching and kneading the other causing a moan to escape your lips. "please chris, i need you already."

he watches you with hooded eyes as his hand travels down to your panties, feeling the wetness of them when he slips one finger inside of them.

"fuck baby, you're so wet for me and i haven't even touched you yet," he groans, "take these off, ma."

you do what he says and lift yourself slightly to pull your panties down while chris works at pulling his own sweats down — your eyes widen slightly as his boxers come off too, revealing his long cock, the pinkish tip dripping with precum already.

chris's hands move to your waist as he grips onto you tightly, helping you to sink down on him — a lewd moan escapes your lips as you sink onto him, his cock stretching your walls.

"you're so big, fuck!" you moan out, as chris attaches his lips to your neck.

"c'mon baby, start moving for me," chris says against your neck, sucking on your sweet spot harshly.

after adjusting to his size you began to move up and down on chris slowly, his hands guiding your hips as he let out a low groan.

"shit, you're so tight, baby," chris breathes, his hand going down to your clit, rubbing circles around it, "go faster for me."

you speed up your pace, throwing your head back in pleasure in the process — your hand goes up to grip at chris's hair, tugging on it slightly, which caused a moan to escape his lips as he continues rubbing your circles around your clit.

"you feel so good inside me like this," you breathe out, bouncing up and down him, your pace having sped up, "fuck, i'm close."

"i'm close too baby, cum all over my cock," chris groans.

you feel your high approaching you, your mind clouded with pure euphoria as you throw your head back, feeling the familiar feeling in your stomach build up — chris continued his movements of his fingers on your clit as you begin bouncing up and down sloppily, your arousal releasing on his cock as you let out a pornographic moan.

chris continues helping you ride out your high, but then he suddenly lifts you off of him and encompasses your lower stomach with warm, wet spurts of his cum.

both of you are now trying to catch your breaths, and you couldn't help but look down at chris's fucked out face — his hair hung low over his eyes, and they were once again still red from him still being high as fuck.

you climbed back over to the passenger seat, feeling a slap against your ass as you do so, causing you to give chris a playful glare as you sit down. "bro, seriously?"

"it was in my face, ma," chris smirks, as he grabs a napkin and hands it to you, "my bad by the way, i just didn't wanna y'know..."

"no you're good, i'm on the pill anyway," you waved him off, wiping your stomach with the napkins, "thanks."

"of course," chris says, handing you back your dress as well.

you slipped the dress back over, furrowing your eyebrows once you realize you didn't have your panties on. you looked around for them, your head feeling slightly dizzy as you were high as shit too.

"chrisss, where are my panties?" you said giving him a goofy smile, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

"they're somewhere around here," chris rasps, "wait, let me see..."

both you and chris went to look at the back of the car but end up bumping your heads, causing you both to burst out laughing — you were both high as fuck, and just got done fucking, and now you were both laughing hysterically at something so stupid; you definitely liked chris.

after the whole ordeal, chris was driving you back home. you both sat in a comfortable silence, his hand rubbing circles around your thigh again as you hummed to the lauryn hill song in the background.

he pulled up to your house and parked right in front, and you looked over at him to see he already had his own eyes on you.

"i know we barely just met and all ma, but you seem so cool," chris admits, rubbing his thumb across his nose, "can i have your number?"

"yeah, for sure," you smile shyly, handing your phone over to him, "it was cool hanging with you."

"which part the smoking, or the sex?" he grins, and you slapped his shoulder playfully, causing him to laugh.

"i mean, all of it was pretty good i can't lie," you admitted with a small shrug, a small smile playing on your lips, "maybe i should go to parties more often if you finna be there."

"you know we don't have to just hang at parties, right?" chris says, "you can just come chill with me any time."

"i'd like that," you smile, as he hands you back your phone, "goodnight, chris."

"i'll see you, ma," he nods to you, his hand on the steering wheel while he rubs his jaw slightly with the other one.

you exit the car and almost lose your balance ( you were still weak in the knees, go figure ) — chris watched you as you went all the way up to the front door of your house, unlocked it, and stepped inside.

and only then, did he pull off, causing your heart to ignite.

heres pt.2 finally baefys, sorry it took so long. do we want a pt. 3, or nah?💌

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶'Cause he held in his arms, and he taught me to be strong 🎶

Although Zelda and Giorgio’s efforts on the farm were growing less dire, there were still days when some of them had to go without meals. Rather than leave Violette there with empty cupboards and exhausted adults on days when she wasn’t at the schoolhouse, Antoine would bring her to Abraham’s ranch with him. 

It comforted him having her so near, seeing her run unencumbered on the sand without any of the worries that plagued his or Zelda’s mind. She seemed happy and comfortable there, but sometimes it terrified him that she was growing older and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It seemed like only months ago that she’d been born, not over seven years before. Soon enough she’d be a young woman, and the thought alone was enough to make him panic. He wanted nothing more than to freeze time at exactly this moment, before anything could hurt her or take her away.

He was happy that she had William, who was such a kind and soft spoken boy that was always happy to play whatever games Violette suggested.  But even his presence reminded Antoine that one day there would be a boy he couldn’t protect his baby girl from, one who would break her heart and make her cry, just the way he had done when he was young. 

He only hoped that he would be there when it happened, to help her pick up the pieces and stay as strong as he knew she was now. Every day he could see his mother and sister not only in the color of her eyes, but in her temperament too. She was strong willed and stubborn, but she allowed herself moments of such fancy and wonder, that he couldn’t help but see Zelda in her too. Each and every one of them triggered a fire in his soul, a pure rush to safeguard them against the rest of the world, that all of them combined in his only child was enough to make his heart burst.

He told himself at least he had her there with him now, that if he could focus on exactly the girl she was now and give her everything she could possibly want, he would show her the type of man and life she deserved; because above anything, he knew that she deserved the world.

He wanted to give her the best sides of himself, the moments in his day that made him feel happiest and uplifted him from the drudgery of the world. So of course, he took her to meet Silver. He had been worried that the horse would respond to Violette the way she did with everyone else, but she seemed to immediately sense that the child was Antoine’s, and thus an extension of the trust she already had for him. With amazing softness, she lowered her head toward Violette, and the child’s usual harsh bravado softened in turn, transforming into a gentle, hushed amazement as she looked into the horse’s eyes. “Poppa, I love her!”

He could feel the pride welling in his chest, threatening to burst into tears, when she looked back at him with excited eyes, “Can we take her home, Poppa? Please? Please!”

“I’m afraid she lives here, Princess. But I’ll get you your very own pony one day. I promise.” Her face transformed even more, brightening with excitement as she continued to pet Silver. The horse seemed so content, that Violette brought her face against her nose. Antoine panicked, bringing his hand forward to stop her, but the horse stayed calm, looking back at Antoine as though to tell him to calm down for once.

With her face still close to Silver’s Violette turned her eyes up at her father, “Can we at least ride her then? Pretty please?”

Antoine had asked himself that very question every day since Abraham had offered. But he didn’t want to tell his baby girl he was afraid, or that the stories of the men she had kicked into the sand were more gruesome than any Western he had ever read. So instead he simply said, “Maybe one day….”

Even a child could hear the wistfulness in his voice, but then Abraham’s curses from outside punctuated the moment. Antoine knew that meant one of the horses was refusing his commands, so he gently moved Violette’s hand away from the horse and opened the stall gate. “You go and play with Will now, alright? We’ll visit her again tomorrow.”

She looked up at him with her big olive eyes, trying to stop him as his boots headed for the door of the barn. She needn’t say a word to besiege him to stay; but he mustered even more strength than needed against the most stubborn of horses to drop down on one knee and kiss her goodbye, promising that he would come and find her at the end of the day just as he always did.

[ncisfranchise-source]

It came down to the wire, but NCIS: Hawai’i ultimately didn’t make the cut for next season at CBS. The news comes days before the network is set to announce its fall schedule on May 2 and before the Season 3 finale of Hawai’i is scheduled to air on May 6. According to sources, the episode was not meant to be a series finale and includes a tease for what was to come but fans won’t be left reeling by a major cliffhanger.

The cancellation is not a complete shocker since, as Deadline has been reporting, NCIS: Hawai’i was on the bubble. Still, the outcome is surprising since I hear an effort was made to extend the drama’s run for at least an abbreviated fourth and final season, with producers agreeing to a massive budget cut and open to other concessions in order to keep the show going.

Hawai’i, the first series in the NCIS franchise with a female lead, Vanessa Lachey, is now the first series in the franchise not to get a proper sendoff after a brief run compared to its predecessors NCIS, renewed for a 22nd season, NCIS: Los Angeles (14 seasons) and NCIS: New Orleans (7). It is unclear whether series producer CBS Studios would shop the drama but there are no obvious buyers, with Paramount+ already stocked up with two NCIS original series, Sydney and the Tony and Ziva spinoff.

Attracting sizable viewership on a linear network is quite a challenge, so it is not common these days for a network to let go of the #12 most watched non-sports program on broadcast that averages 7.8 million linear viewers (most current) and 10M in Live+35 multi-platform viewing.

That is what CBS is doing with the cancellation of NCIS: Hawai’i, which added some star power and NCIS continuity this season with NCIS: Los Angeles‘ LL Cool J who has been in every episode.

It comes on the heels of Top 25 series So Help Me Todd and CSI: Vegas getting the axe last Friday. As I noted in the CBS Renewal Status Report earlier this month, the network was going to have to make some painful cancellation decisions, getting rid of shows other networks would’ve been happy to renew.

The series, as well as So Help Me Todd and CSI: Vegas, ultimately became a casualty of a strong schedule, a cost-management drive and overall uncertainty at the parent company Paramount Global, which is in the process of being sold.

Even before CBS’ lineup, delayed by the strikes, launched with the Super Bowl, the network already had committed to five new scripted series for next season, dramas Matlock, Watson and NCIS: Origins and comedies Poppa’s House and a Young Sheldon spinoff, with renewal conversations on NCIS: Sydney also well underway.

Then CBS’ originals returned, exceeding expectations, with the network claiming the top 16 most watched shows of its premiere week and 14 of the top 20 non-sports programs overall this midseason in Nielsen most current linear viewership.

With no obvious weaklings, Blue Bloods getting a final run next season and S.W.A.T. surprisingly uncanceled, the network had to cut deep in purging its slate to make room for the additions.

Just a year ago, a renewal for Hawai’i would’ve been a no-brainer: it’s part of a storied franchise with solid rating and crossover potential with the mothership series that yielded big ratings in January 2023. But now, CBS already has three other NCIS series already locked for next season: the original series, renewed for Season 22, Sydney, returning for a second season, and the upcoming Young Gibbs prequel NCIS: Origins. There is also the Tony & Ziva NCIS spinoff series greenlighted by Paramount+, making for a crowded NCIS field.

With strong multi-platform performance, as NCIS: Hawai’i ranked above several CBS dramas that have been renewed, including FBI: Most Wanted, FBI: International and S.W.A.T., it probably came down to money.

Even with the proposed budget cuts, NCIS: Hawai’i was still going to be expensive. Its long-term prospects were unclear — whether it would become a big global hit and moneymaker like its franchise predecessors. With CBS’ parent company focused on its short-term balance sheet as it prepares to sell, a corporate decision was made not to take a chance and find out.

In NCIS: Hawai’i, Special Agent in Charge of NCIS Pearl Harbor Jane Tennant (Lachey) and her team balance duty to family and country, investigating high-stakes crimes involving military personnel, national security and the mysteries of the island itself.

Alex Tarrant, Noah Mills, Jason Antoon, Yasmine Al-Bustami, Tori Anderson and Kian Talan also star. Matt Bosack, Jan Nash, Christopher Silber and Larry Teng served as executive producers.

In a recent Deadline interview, CBS Studios President David Stapf spoke about how “wholly unique” Hawai’i is while also being part of the franchise as the first NCIS series with a female lead, Lachey, and with its Hawai’i locale. “We were just coming off Hawaii Five-0, a very successful show,” he said of the spinoff’s origins. “People love that setting, it plays well over the globe.”

[undergroundbillions]

More thoughts that I’ve been expressing in the RARE server, as well as in a fic I’m writing, is the idea circulating around my mind that Marcella could also be a disabled and sick young woman (22-24) instead of a child. This is partly inspired by Russian productions casting an adult for Marcella, but also draws from my experiences as a disabled person who is deeply drawn to the show itself.

She’s sick, and was disabled before she became sick, and may have been born that way. She can’t work, and lives with her father so he can support her in daily life. Her not being a healthy baby could have added stress as well as another reason mommy felt she needed to leave (not saying it’s Marcella’s fault, it’s never the child’s fault, but mommy could have had complicated feelings) and she could have been sick on and off her entire life, meaning that Marcella could have been seeing general d in her nightmares far longer, like death had been looming her entire life. Ann could be something poppa gives Marcella because she’s never had a doll before when she was younger, and she loves her more because of that fact. She is skeptical about dolls being alive, but once the dream starts she learns it’s okay to be a kid again for a while and lean on Ann for extra comfort/mental support. And the plot and end can still conclude the same way, regardless of her being an adult. I believe it adds so much more depth and meaning to the whole storyline with Marcella being a disabled adult, and also leans into a “young person facing and addressing their trauma” angle. Anyway, this is the end of my thoughts. Thanks for reading. -Mod Doll Doctor

[honestlyallthatgayshit]

WARNING! SPOILERS

As someone who has only seen the new london revival of starlight express, I really don’t see what people’s problem with it could be. I know that with a lot of people, as with anything else, don’t particularly like when things may change, but if you look at what the director and producer and things say, it’s a play that’s designed to change with the times.

The first major change that I’ve seen people have a slight issue with seems to be the change in songs. The thing is though, I’d been told beforehand that the show tends to cut old songs and add new songs with every new production. The songs felt modern, engaging and fun in a way that dragged me, a young adult, into the atmosphere, and did the same with people of all ages around me. I understand that people seem to have some favourite songs that have been cut (my personal favourite that I’d listened to before the show was “A Lotta Locomotion”, but that had been cut) but it seems like the reaction is slightly bigger than that.

Obviously, one of the other major changes is the reworking of a large number of the roles, with the racers, freight, electra’s components and two of the coaches being changed from existing characters to new characters. I understand the issue there may be that people had their characters that they get attached to, but a lot of the characters weren’t fully new characters, having the personality and plot/lines of the previous characters. The characters such as the racers have been stated to have been changed as the concept of the new production is more intergalactic than international, as they are running more with the idea of the stars and space.

The change in the concept and ideas can also be seen in the costumes of all of the characters. By the concept being slightly bigger than earth, the space-like, futuristic vibe of the costumes worked well with the other parts of the play. If the costume designer had been anyone other than Slade, would be less likely to draw the connections between Six’s costumes and StEx 2024’s costumes, with the link being that they’re both highly stylised modern/futuristic costumes, so it’s not surprising that Slade created designs that people believe are similar.

For obvious reasons, I’m going to address the changes to the main characters of Greaseball, Electra and Momma/Poppa. Momma/Poppa is the change I’ve seen the least amount of issues with, mainly because there’s less of a change than can be seen with the other two in my opinion. Electra’s change was from a previously male, Bowie inspired train to a much more androgynous, sleek train, going from male to non-binary. This androgynous, sleek version of Electra worked really well in my opinion, characterizing the idea that Electra is the newer, modern, almost Robotic train that’s powered through electricity. Greaseball, last of all, has the most backlash out of the three changes. Personally, as someone who has never seen a previous production of StEx, I loved Al Knott’s punkier, lesbian Greaseball. From what my family have said, Greaseball’s personality hasn’t changed much at all - the main thing that’s changed in reality is the range of notes and the way that Greaseball sings.

Overall, the fact of it all is that this is a play about a child playing with their trains and dreaming this fantastical race, a point put across perfectly by the addition of Control as a character that interacts and causes certain moments in the play. I think that as someone who had no expectations of the play (except that it would be good), there was not a single thing that I came out of the Troubadour thinking that wasn’t good about the new shows.

[chrisbitchtree]

A Love Worth Fighting For

My contribution to @harringrovelovefest day 1

Prompt: Love is a battlefield

T - 1.3k

TW: Child abuse

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Billy groans quietly as his alarm sounds at 5:45am and he rushes to turn it off before it can wake up his husband. He gives himself a moment to roll over and admire Steve’s sleeping form. He looks peaceful in a way he never does when he’s awake, rushing around the bakery they own together, or chasing their little terror of a daughter, Olive. He’s got one hand tucked under the pillow and the other drawn tight to his chest, and he’s snuffling softly, fighting off the last of the cold he’s had for the past week. Billy would give anything to be able to lay there longer, but he’s got plans.

Being up this early isn’t anything new for Billy. He’s the head baker at the bakery, so usually, by this time, he’s already been up and at it for a couple of hours. Today’s different though. It’s Valentine’s Day, and his plan is to give Steve a day of ultimate relaxation. He’s arranged for their second in command at the shop to take care of the morning bake, and he’s bribed Max and Lucas with a month of free cupcakes to watch Olive this evening, after daycare lets out for the day, so he can take Steve out to eat somewhere that doesn’t serve chicken nuggets or have a costumed mascot. It’s a high price to pay, but it’s worth it.

He only has about ten minutes before Olive will be up and barging into their room, jumping on the bed and shouting for daddy to wake up, so acting fast, he throws on a pair of sweats and runs to the bathroom to go for a quick piss before heading to Olive’s room to intercept her.

“Poppa!” she cries, her sweet voice still thick with sleep, making his heart melt as it always does.

“Quiet voice, remember?” Billy whispers, burying his nose in her nest of wild curls, almost identical to his own.

She nods, her voice solemn as she whispers “Don’t wake up daddy” in return. They’d went over this in the days prior, Billy promising that if she stayed quiet and let Steve sleep, they would swing by the bakery for donuts for breakfast before Billy dropped her off at daycare. He’s proud that she’s trying hard to keep up her end of the bargain.

He gets them both ready, and then he quickly writes Steve a note, letting him know what’s going on, and then he and Olive head out. He pulls her in her red wagon, and as she babbles on about the dog they pass and the bird in the neighbours yard, Billy gets lost in thought, thinking about everything that’s led he and Steve here.

It hasn’t been an easy road to walk down, to say the very least. First, it had been their own stupid selves keeping them apart, both too stubborn to admit that what they felt for each other was more than a friendship blossoming in the final months of Steve’s senior year of high school.

When they finally managed to both pull their heads out of their asses and explore their growing feelings, the Mindflayer had come along and turned what should have been a summer of love and lust into a hellish nightmare, Billy fighting for his life in the hospital as Steve sat by his bedside, holding his hand and sobbing quietly, praying to a god that he didn’t even believe in that Billy would be ok.

Billy did pull through, but that didn’t mean he was ok. Barely a month out of the hospital, Billy found himself back there, this time with Steve in the bed next to him, after they were caught kissing on the street corner, careless in their young love, by Neil Hargrove.

Hopper offered to chase Neil out of Hawkins, but instead, Billy and Steve decided that they were going to be the ones to leave, heading out west, to San Diego, as soon as they were well enough to go. It wasn’t all rainbows and roses in the sunshine state though. Their college years were tough, both of them working multiple jobs to put themselves through school. They had little time to spend together, and that combined with Steve’s father near constantly bribing him to return to Indiana and work for him, which caused Billy to worry that Steve was going to pick money and job security over him, put a lot of strain on their relationship.

Steve’s reassurances that he would always choose Billy did little to tamp down Billy’s concerns, and only a year out of college, the strain of everything got to be too much and they split, and Steve did return home to work for his father for a time, a self fulfilling prophecy.

It was devastating for both of them, Billy sick with grief as he watched Steve back the moving van out of the driveway, and Steve almost driving off the road, barely able to see through his tears, but they’d both convinced themselves that this was for the best.

Months went by, and they both tried to rebuild their lives, difficult as it was without their better halves. Steve found therapy, not in an office, but at Hopper and Joyce’s small kitchen table, drinking tea late into the night as he spilled all his fears and regrets, his insecurities, and how deeply his love for Billy still ran, in spite of all the challenges they had.

Billy found his love of baking, working through cakes and muffins, cookies and pies, before trying every kind of bread known to man. He also found a renewed love of surfing, spending every early morning that he wasn’t working in a small bakery downtown out on the ocean.

He talked to the waves, working through the fears and anxiety swirling in his mind. He also talked to the other surfers as they dried off on the shore, let them talk him into going to a party, where he drank too much, as he was known to do when he was nervous.

He found himself in bed that night with a beautiful girl, Kathleen, letting the drinks in his system falsify passion for one night. Just one night and they would part as friends, both of them moving on, her back to LA for her last year of college, and Billy back together with Steve after a lot of heartfelt discussions and promises to do better this time around.

Armed with an investment from Steve’s parents, who ultimately just wanted their son to be happy, Billy and Steve purchased the bakery that Billy was working at when the owner fell ill, and his family decided it was too much to try to keep it going.

All was well for a time, both men falling back into their relationship and into their roles as business owners. They were happier and more in love than ever when they received a call from Kathleen, pregnant with no desire to be a mother, but wanting to give Billy the chance to parent if he wanted it, a chance he might not otherwise get.

He did, both he and Steve did. Wonderful, sweet, loving Steve, who immediately accepted Olive as his own, and vowing that she would grow up feeling nothing but love. He’d made good on that vow, they both had, the three of them the most solid family unit Billy had ever known.

Things weren’t always perfect. They would argue over how to parent Olive, or how to run the business, or have petty squabbles over who’s turn it was to do the dishes or run the laundry. Love is a battlefield, but they would never stop fighting for their love.

Dropping Olive off at daycare, Billy raced home, eager to get back to Steve and start their day together, love and warmth filling his heart.

[smokeybrandreviews]

Lack of Conviction

Episode five of Ahsoka really hammered home how goddamn ridiculous the entire Clone War situation truly was. Watching Ahsoka on the front lines of that Geonosis battle, a fight where she was canonically fourteen or fifteen, was ludicrous back in the original show, but seeing the character in that situation portrayed by the age appropriate Ariana Greenblatt was f*cking jarring. Greenblatt is sixteen years old, splitting the difference of Aksoka’s age range throughout the Clone Wars. She’s as close to a real, teenage, Tano, that we’re going to get and it is wildly apparent that she is a CHILD. The goddamn Jedi Order, was sending child soldiers to fight in a trade war against an analogous Sith overlord and his army of drones. I don’t care how good at space wizarding your teenager is, they are still just a goddamn teenager! And Ahsoka wasn’t the only one. Barris Offee immediately comes to mind! The age you become a Padawan Learner to a Master Jedi is around twelve. That means there were children as young as twelve taking laser shots to the face, not to mention the wholesale slaughter of these cats during Order Sixty-Six, because of a goddamn trade dispute. How f*cking ridiculous is that? Anakin even said the quiet part out loud when addressing Ahsoka’s hesitation. He told her that Obi-Wan trained him to be a peacekeeper, but Anakin was training Ahsoka to be a soldier. That sh*t was the intent. That was the plan. That was the whole dynamic; Train an army of child astro-sorcerers in the ways of war, by throwing them headlong into one. From anyone’s point of view, that’s f*cked up and lends credence to everything Poppa Paps was talking about. Imagine trying to convince the ludicrously powerful Chosen One you’re in the right, when the only other person outside of his mom and wife whom he genuinely loved, was put in his charge to turn her into a weapon. And then when she turned out to be a fantastic one, they cast her aside the second someone gets murdered in those hallowed Council halls. Cats give Anakin sh*t for slaying them Younglings but how are the Jedi any goddamn different? They literally use children until they are used up. I can only imagine the trauma the kids who survived will have to endure. Hell, we’ve seen a few of them already. Ahsoka, Cade from those absolutely dope games, Hera's dead baby daddy, and that one chick from Kenobi; None of who are healthy, well adjusted, stand-up adults! Absolutely emotional train wrecks, the lot of them!

More than that, this episode proved to me just how much of Anakin is in Ahsoka. They mirror each other as much as Ahsoka and Sabine. It's wild to see in live action, especially getting that from Hayden who finally got to play a complex version of Anakin. Clone Wars went a long way to redeeming that character but seeing him actually force a catharsis in Ahsoka was rough. I've seen them cross lightsabers before and it broke my f*cking heart. I've spoken at length about that, but seeing it here? Knowing this is training from a fully fledged Jedi Master Anakin? I cannot articulate how amazing that is. He pushed Ahsoka to her limits. Forced her to confront the grief and guilt she had for being a weapon, for abandoning Anakin. Hayden gave this role so much depth, so much emotion, it was just breathtaking to witness. Seeing him flit between Vader and Sky Guy was almost too much but it very necessary. It was necessary for Ahsoka. She had to see that, to come to terms with that, in order to move forward. She is everything Anakin is, even Vader, as demonstrated by those Sith eyes when she contemplated the unthinkable. Interestingly enough, even channeling the Dark Side like a champ, you can tell Anakin was concerned for his Padawan. Not that he would be killed, Anakin is beyond even that at this point, but that his Padawan, would fall like he did. Ahsoka did not. She chose life and Sky Guy gave her that smirk, telling Snips there was hope for her yet. F*cking everything. That last exchange was f*cking everything. Especially when you take into account that Anakin pulled her into the World Between Worlds to save her life. As a goddamn Force Ghost. What the f*ck does THAT even mean??

[flagellant]

Belle of the Pthalo Blues: Kindly young thing with a voice like an angel doesn't. She wasn't the first girl to look up at the night sky and sing stories up into it--but she was the first girl the night sky sung stories back down to.

Castaway Joe: Huckster, criminal, a mortal who stole a shipment of divinity from the flagship of the gods. Smugglers say that when a job goes bad and all the contraband has to be jettisoned, it was Castaway Joe demanding a tithe.

Hungry Sal: Boy kept eatin' and eatin' until one day he looked up and realized he was only his mouth, and he was still hungry. We still don't know what's behind the black holes but we sure do know how to tell tales about it.

Momma Knows-Best: Sailors of the stars know their place is out where sky meets void, but then again, girls grow up knowing a lot of things that aren't true. Momma Knows-Best lives at every port you might stop a shipment by (and some you wouldn't), making sure all her family remembers to come back down into real-grav for an actual meal every once in a damn while.

Poppa Impatience: Momma might want her kids to come for dinner, but after they ate it's Poppa Impatience that reminds them they've all got work to do that they ain't getting done. God of foremen and slave-drivers, allegedly, though we ain't never seen one that wasn't the other.

[acewritesfics]

His Father’s Son | EDDIE MUNSON

⚠️⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST. ⚠️⚠️

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Request: From Anon.

Warnings: angst, death, fluff, unexpected pregnancy, grief, parenthood. It’s an emotional rollercoaster. Italics are flashbacks

Word Count: 4,020 - this is the longest imagine I've ever written and I wish they could all be this long.

Tag List: Open - acewritesfics taglist sign up

Stranger Things Masterlist

“What shall we do today?” Y/N asks her 2-year-old son, James, as she finishes dressing him for the day. “Should we paint some new pictures for Uncle Dustin?”  

When the thought of painting and his honorary uncle makes the small boy’s huge doe-brown eyes light up, she smiles. Painting is currently the toddler’s favorite activity. He painted on any paper she could provide him with, frequently himself and even the walls of the trailer they resided in. After the second time he painted on the walls, she made sure it would be an outdoor activity. 

“You stay right here,” she tells him, putting him in his play pen. “Mommy is going to go set up your paint, okay?”  

“Paits!” Although using the incorrect word, the toddler clapped.  

She smiles, tenderly correcting him, “Paints."  

"Pants.”  He cheers again, this time with a completely different word. 

“Close enough,” she shrugs and takes out the container filled with all the painting supplies James would ever need.   

When Y/N revealed that James’ new favorite activity is painting, Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Will, had gathered all the materials they could locate. When Steve and Dustin dropped it all to Y/N, James was beyond excited while she was in tears thanking them all. After most of the town turned their backs on her, the support she received from the Upside-Down crew occasionally became overwhelming for her. 

Because her son, James Edward Munson, was the child of supposed cult leader and serial murderer, Eddie Munson, the residents of Hawkins immediately despised the small child and believed he was the devil’s spawn. As soon as it was revealed that she was pregnant, the rumors surrounding Eddie got much worse. He was accused of sacrificing Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick in order for Y/N to become pregnant with Satan’s offspring, ignoring the fact that she became pregnant three months before the murders took place, with Y/N and Eddie finding out just one month earlier. 

Y/N made numerous attempts to escape Hawkins, but she was unable to do so. The only parent Eddie had who cared about him, his uncle, is still in Hawkins along with her parents. Despite Wayne and her parents’ best efforts to persuade her to leave and their offers of help, she was unable to go. The people she cared about most remained in this town. She wanted her and Eddie’s son to be raised surrounded by their families and friends, not people who didn’t know them. 

Over the past year, the animosity had gradually subsided, but every now and again, someone would say something snarky to remind her of their true feelings about her son. They treated her like a victim for some reason while treating her son the same way they had treated his father. The only difference was that James didn’t have an angry mob of hicks hunting him down and falsely accusing him of murder. 

She was setting up the paint table outside when she saw Wayne’s car parked outside his trailer, letting her know he was at home. She decides to take him some dinner before he returns to work later, knowing he will have just gotten home from his night shift at the plant.  

After returning inside, she lifts James out from the playpen and takes him outside. “Poppa is at home. Should we visit him later?” She asks the young child as she sets him down in front of the table. 

“Poppa home,” he says, his hands automatically going into the paint and making a mess. Fortunately for her, she had dressed him in an old outfit that he was outgrowing.  

“We can cook him dinner and bring it to him. I’m sure Poppa would appreciate it.” She smiles as she sits across from him on a flimsy metal and fabric outdoor chair.  

Wayne is now known as Grandpa, or Poppa, as James refers to him, rather than Uncle Wayne. 

After Eddie died, Wayne continued to let her live with him as they moved into a trailer near their old one.  While still grieving for his nephew, he made sure she had all she needed and along with her parents, he helped her in any way that he could. For her, Wayne had become a second father. She also knew it was what Eddie would have wanted. He had repeatedly stated to her that Wayne had been more of a father figure to him than his own father. Wayne was the one who most deserved to be called grandpa. 

As Y/N watches her son, she is struck by how much he resembles his dad, right down to his captivating big brown eyes, dark curly hair, and adorable button nose. He even had some of the same mannerisms. His small tongue poked out as he concentrated intently on his painting, just like Eddie’s did when he was contemplating or concentrating on whatever he was doing. The way he stood, and even the way he threw tantrums, reminded her of Eddie. Though it didn’t bother her, she had started to question if James had inherited anything from her or if it was just a joke God was pulling. James was his father’s twin in every way, which she loved because, in a way, it reminded her that Eddie was still with her. 

She remembers the moment she learned she was pregnant with James as she dipped her finger in paint to paint a picture of her own.  

A month prior to Eddie’s death, Y/N received a call from her doctor confirming that all the symptoms she had been experiencing were caused by her pregnancy.  

Eddie found her outside the trailer rather than inside, crying and looking terrified when he arrived home after school.  

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as he takes a seat next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder and drawing her closer. “What’s going on?”  

She sniffles, placing her hand on his knee and her head on his shoulder, “I got some news from the doctor today. They found out why I’ve been sick the last couple week.”  

She notices Eddie tensing up a little. She was aware that he would be considering the worst-case scenario. He frequently tended to do that. 

After a brief pause, she announces, “I’m pregnant."  

He starts to relax a little and gives her a head kiss. The news didn’t really surprise them. She had visited the doctor because of their suspicions about an unexpected pregnancy. However, neither of them stopped considering the possibility that it might be a false alarm and something entirely different. And even so, the young couple was still absolutely frightened. 

Eddie was still in school, selling drugs on the side, and Y/N was working at Family Video alongside Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, having put her college plans on hold because she didn’t know what she wanted to do just yet. In order to save money for their own trailer after Eddie finally graduates in two months, they lived in his uncle’s trailer, occupying the one available bedroom. And now they need to prepare and start providing for a baby. 

"We’ll figure it out,” Eddie promises. Since they found out he wouldn’t be graduating with her in his first senior year, it had become his go-to line.  

She responds as she always does, “I know we will, we always do."  

She had no reason to doubt it because it was true. No matter how great or little the challenge, she and Eddie always managed to overcome it. That is how Y/N knew that he was the  man she would eventually marry and have a family with. It turned out that they would be beginning a family sooner than either of them had anticipated. 

She leaned in closer to him as he lifted her hand from his knee into the one that wasn’t over her shoulder and brought it to his lips, kissing her palm before kissing her head again. ” You are aware that I’ll be teaching our kid how to play D&D, right?“  

She can’t help but grin at what he says. "And guitar, and metal bands, and-”  

He lifts her head and gives her a soft kiss, cutting her off. His huge brown eyes pierce her own Y/E/C eyes as he ends the kiss. “I love you.”  

She kisses him again and whispers, “I love you, too.” 

“Mommy, look!” James exclaims as he holds up his latest masterpiece. The yellow, blue, and red colors blended to create a purplish brown hue in a painting of his handprints.  

“That’s incredible, my beautiful boy!” She praised the toddler. “Uncle Dusty will love it, I think. Should we go give it to him when he gets out of school tomorrow?” She continues, thinking about the kid she watched grow into a fine young man. 

Along with Mike, Lucas, Max, El, and Will, who returned to Hawkin’s after beating Vecna, Dustin was a senior in high school. She had remained close to them, but Dustin, like he had with Eddie, had a special place in her heart.  She had chosen the teenage boy as James’ godfather despite his age. As she observed Dustin with her son, she was confident that she had made the right choice. Just like he had with Eddie, Dustin also shared a deep bond James.  

She wasn’t surprised when she walked into the living room one day to find Dustin teaching James about all the Dungeons and Dragons characters, telling him about all the campaigns Eddie had thought up, and explaining to him that he was a Hellfire Club legacy and would one day lead the club and serve as a dungeon master like his father had. Despite the fact that James was oblivious to anything Dustin was saying, she could tell that she was raising a future dungeon master because he was listening intently and was fascinated in the figurines. 

James nods his little head, his eyes sparkling with delight at the possibility of seeing his favorite person. She smiles and puts another sheet of paper in front of him before going to hang the painting he had finished on the clothes line to dry since she doesn’t want grass or dirt to get on it.  

“How about painting something for Poppa?” She makes the suggestion after returning to him and seeing him gazing at the white sheet of paper as if he were deciding what to paint next. 

“Maxie?” he asks, referring to the redhead girl who lives two trailers down from them and Dustin’s friend. She believes her two-year-old son has a little crush on her. Most nights when she had work, Max or her mother Susan would watch him until she arrived home.  

“Would you like to paint a picture for Max as well?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer. He nods his head once more. “You could do one for Poppa and another one for Maxie,” she suggests. James appears to agree as he begins to paint with his hands again, creating an even bigger mess.  

She sits back down in the chair across from him and resumes her painting, losing herself once more in her memories. 

“We’re not naming our child Ozzy,” she protests as she sits on their bed, back against the headboard, a large jar of peanut butter and a spoon on her lap, staring at him as if he’s gone insane. She had no idea why they were having this conversation right away. They would not be able to learn the gender of their baby for a few more months. She was just two days short of being 12 weeks pregnant. 

“You like Ozzy Osbourne and Black Sabbath!” he exclaims, his voice rising to a high, raspy tone it gets when he’s frustrated.  

“Not enough to name the baby Ozzy,” she responds, before shovelling another enormous scoop of peanut butter into her mouth. Her ability to consume peanut butter in that manner makes him feel a little repulsed as he watches her. 

“So, what do you suggest we should name him?” He asks with a little more composure and a dash of sarcasm. Eddie was adamant that the baby is a boy. “Dio?”  

She glares at him and slams his words back in his face, “You love Dio!”  

“I do,” he scoffs also using her words agains her, “but not enough to name the baby Dio.”  

“Dio is unique!”  

“And so is Ozzy!”  

“Jesus fucking Christ! Could you two please shut up?” Wayne can be heard yelling at them both from his spot in the living room. 

For a moment, it is silence between the couple until Y/N speaks up again as she moves the jar of peanut butter to the bedside table. “How about James?” 

“From Metallica?” he asks as he takes a seat next to her on their bed.  

She sits on his lap facing him and nods. As he placed his hands on her hips, sliding them up beneath his Hellfire Club shirt that she was wearing, she attempted to ignore the sudden heat that was building up in her lower regions. His rough hands brushed against her delicate skin as he traced his fingertips along her lower back until he reached the tiny, hardly noticeable baby bump. Her voice became huskier as she talks. 

“I know you love their new song. You’ve been learning to pla-”  She pauses to bite her lip to hold back a gasp when he lowers his hand a little. “Play it non-stop sinc-” she moaned softly as his hand slid into the waistband of her underwear. “Jesus Christ,” she exhales, losing all her thought process as Eddie continues to pleasure her with his wonderful, hard-working hands.  

“Nope, only Eddie,” he smirks, pleased that he is the only one capable of making her feel this way. He certainly knew how to take advantage of her pregnancy hormones.  

“Asshole,” she mumbles before crushing her lips against his in a heated kiss to muffle her moans of pleasure. 

Her memory rapidly shifts to a less pleasant one as she recalls what had transpired within the next week and how they confirmed that their son’s name would be James. 

It all began when Chrissy Cunningham, the good girl cheerleader and queen of Hawkins High, went to Eddie to buy drugs from him. Apparently, the weed wasn’t strong enough for her, and she required something stronger than what Eddie would carry his black lunchbox to school. After the basketball game and the conclusion of his latest Dungeons and Dragons campaign, Chrissy had returned to the trailer with him, surprising Y/N who was skimming through a baby book her mother had given her. He asked his girlfriend to help him in finding the Special K that he had somehow misplaced. She scolded him for even thinking to sell the ketamine to the teenage girl who had clearly never done any kind of drug in her life. He made an effort to reassure her that everything would be alright and that he would make sure Chrissy understood how to take it without accidentally overdosing herself.  

When they had emerged from their bedroom after finding the ketamine,  Chrissy had been in a trance-like state, her body was trembling, and her eyes were rolling back as if she were having a seizure. The young couple was horrified by what happened next. Chrissy’s body began to levitate off the ground, her legs and arms snapped in all directions, her jaw was completely dislocated from her skull, and her eyes had been pulled back inside her head as the all the lights around them flickered intensely. Neither of them could fathom what was happening. 

Eddie eventually regained some composure as he grasped Y/N’s hand and rushed outside, ushering her into his van, and sped off into the night, heading to the only location he believed they would be safe. 

After learning that Eddie was wanted for suspicion of murder and kidnapping—his kidnapping victim being his own girlfriend—they managed to stay hidden over the next few days with the aid of Dustin and Lucas, two of the younger members of the Hellfire Club, as well as their friends Max, Steve, Robin, and Nancy. The situation deteriorated even further when they had learned Max had been marked with Vecna’s curse, and survived an attempt to take her life on top of  two other teens being murdered in the same way Chrissy was. They had witnessed the third one while trying to escape Jason and his goon squad.  Ultimately, Eddie had a larger bullseye on his back. He was being pursued by more than just the police. 

Soon, a strategy was developed and put into action. Even if her sole responsibility was to hold a flash light, she was not going to let them or Eddie handle this without her. Eddie had tried to persuade her to sit it out but he eventually caved after Robin and Nancy pleaded for her help. However, he made it clear he wasn’t pleased about it and vowed to ruin everyone’s lives if anything happened to her and their unborn baby. 

She’d been assigned to team up with Eddie and Dustin to distract the demobats. Eddie insisted that she remain inside the upside-down version of the trailer, keeping her near to the sheet-made rope that hung between the two dimensions in case she needed a quick escape if everything went south. 

Up until the demobats began to attack the trailer, everything was going according to plan. Before she realized what was going on, Eddie had left them to go play the hero, and by the time she and Dustin had found him, it was too late. Demobats were surrounding Eddie on the road as he lay bleeding and struggling to stay alive. Dustin attempted to help her in lifting him up, but it was harder to due to his own injuries from coming back through the gate. She couldn’t make out what Eddie and Dustin as she focused on trying to move him. 

It wasn’t until she felt Eddie’s palm cup her face that she became more focused on him than on getting him to stand up. She looks directly into Eddie’s eyes as tears fall down her face.  

“I agree with you,” he tells her.  

��About what?” she wonders.  

“James. It’s a great name” He informs her, wincing slightly from the pain he’s in. “James the Remarkable. He’ll be as courageous and resilient as his mother and as metal as his father.”  

Her chest aches as she lets out a loud sob. “Then he’ll be known as James the Remarkable.” 

“You’re not going to argue with me on this?”  

“Not this time.”  

“I fucking love you so much, sweetheart,” he says, barely above a whisper as he becomes weaker. “And the kid too.” His hand moves to her belly as he looks Dustin. “Look after them for me, yeah?”  

Dustin nods, his own tears streaming down his face as he cries for his friend. 

“Stay with me, alright? We love you too,” she tells him. “You’re leaving this place with us, okay? We’re going to get you out of here and get you help and-”  

“Kiss me,” he says softly cutting her off. She gives him a gentle kiss as he takes his last breath. 

That had been, by far, her worst day ever. The pain she experienced when Eddie passed away in her arms was worse than the actual physical pain she had gone through with childbirth. Due to the overwhelming grief, guilt, and anger she was feeling, everyone had helped in ensuring that she was caring for both herself and the unborn baby. She frequently struggled to get herself to leave her bed. She would lay there crying while wearing Eddie’s Hellfire Club shirt and clutching his pillow, they were the two things that smelt most like him. She had to deal with the death of the person she loved more than anyone else, and the accusations against him only made everything worse. 

She had been interrogated by the police numerous times and attempted to convince them that Eddie was innocent of the killings and that he didn’t abduct and abuse her in order to get her pregnant. She made an effort to convey Eddie’s love for her and their child, and of the fact that they found out she was pregnant a month prior to the murders, and that he would never harm or kill anyone. But no one paid her any attention. A few hours after the questioning, s he found spotting on her underwear and had gotten Wayne to take her to the hospital to get checked over. Everything seemed okay aside from the baby becoming stressed because she was stressed, she was put on immediate bedrest until she got better. Wayne, her parents and her friends wouldn’t allow her to spend a day alone, someone was with her at all times of the day.  James was born a month earlier than his due date, but he was in good health and had very few complications. Two weeks after his birth, she was able to bring him home to the new trailer she shared with Eddie’s uncle. She was grateful to the others who stuck around to help her with him. Without them, she didn’t know if she would have made it through those first few months after having him. 

She took James inside after another hour of painting, washed him up, and then put him back with his toys. In order to keep him entertained as she organized the painting supplies, she switched on the TV and played one of his favorite Sesame Street videos. When she was finished, she put them away and went to get James a snack, only to see him sleeping on the couch. She gives her son a tender smile before heading inside their bedroom to get his favorite blankie, that he always uses when it’s nap time. She kisses his head as she leans in and brushes some of his locks away from his eyes. “I love you, kiddo.” 

She gathers his toys and puts them in his toy basket before going into their bedroom to clean that space as well. Her gaze is drawn to a polariod picture of her and Eddie that was placed on her dresser next to a photo of her holding James in the hospital shortly after his birth. She smiles to herself as she picks up the polaroid. It was captured at The Hideout following a performance by Corroded Coffin. Eddie was holding her close to him with his arm around her shoulders. Eddie had a huge grin on his face as Y/N’s was leaned back, laughing at whatever they were looking at off to the side of Gareth who had taken it and given it to them the following day. 

She is still holding the picture as she sits on her bed. She hated that Eddie wasn’t able to be at the birth of their son. She hated that he wasn’t there for Jame’s important first milestones. She hated that he wasn’t around to watch James grow up and teach him how to play the guitar and to play Dungeons & Dragons. She hated that he wasn’t there to help her raise their son. She hated they weren’t able to leave town, get married, and have more kids. She hated that he had died well before his time. She had no clue how she had made it this far without him.  

But James, who reminded her so much of Eddie, was her entire universe and the reason she kept going. From the moment she felt James kick inside her belly, he had become her guiding light in the darkness, reminding her that he was now her main purpose in life and her reason to keep living. In that moment, she made a promise to Eddie that she would love James deeply enough for the both of them, and that he would know just how metal his dad truly was, as well as the sacrifice he made for a town that hated him. 

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Jessie AKA Baby Kitty from Save Our Kitties Stockton in Stockton, California

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Jessie's momma passed away about 5 years ago and her poppa just passed away on New Years Day. She is 17 years young and would love to help you keep your couch warm on these cold winter days and nights. Jessie (poppa called her Baby Kitty) lives for her wet food and kitty treats but also thoroughly enjoys furminator brushing of her long silky fur. She is a little feisty like all of us older kids. Spayed in 2007 she spent much of her time in the company of small dogs but she lost them to old age over the years. Growing up in Lodi's wine country she had a kitty door and liked to prowl outside in the warm weather in her safe backyard.

Jessie Baby Kitty would do best in a calm, loving kitty friendly home with folks who respect feline uniqueness.

Vet gave her 2 thumbs up during health care check and provided rabies vaccination.

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Scarlet Proposal

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

a Scarlet Webs story

Life was looking pretty good for you, your universe’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. You had the love of your life, two amazing baby boys.

Not too bad for a guy bitten by a genetically engineered spider. But something was eating at you.

You found yourself looking into a pawn shop’s window one day, a diamond ring caught your eye. You loved Wanda. You wanted her to be all yours and for you to be all hers.

Tony put a stop to that as soon as he saw which ring you wanted to get her.

“Absolutely not, Web-Head!” He argued.

“Why not? I love her, she loves me, she blessed me with two beautiful babies”

He held up his own credit card and handed it to you, “go to an actual jeweler’s store. Keep love alive”

“Thanks Mr Stark” you quickly gave him a hug and ran off.

Later that night you arrived at your childhood home and yours and Wanda’s home.

Wanda was so happy to have this. All of this. You. Her little boys. A home in Queens with a kitchen full of dishes and a fridge full of food.

Wanda had an oldies song playing on the little radio in the living room. You and her had redecorated the house to have a modern 50s kind of vibe. It was perfect in her mind.

Wanda was cleaning dishes, just enjoying the peace afforded to her. And then came the sound of whining coming from the living room.

Wanda walked in to find her boys fussing in their little play pen. Barely three months old and they had a lot to say.

“Oh detkas,” Wanda whispers as she kneels down to pick both her boys up. She carefully levitates them into her arms.

“My Billy. My Tommy.” She looks in their eyes with nothing but love and adoration. “Did you have a nightmare? It’s okay. Momma is here now and Poppa will be home soon too”

She began to sing a little Sokovian lullaby to them. In truth it was also a protection spell over them. She learned a couple things from studying with your universe’s Doctor Strange.

As the song came to its end, the young witch kissed both their heads, “I love you so much”

“You got a voice the angels would be jealous of” you smiled at your gal as you came in thru the back window.

“Welcome home, detka” Wanda giggles as she walks up and kisses you softly. Her lips were like touching heaven itself.

“You made it a home,” you respond. “And that’s all I could ever want. You’re all I ever want”

“Yes” she replies

“Huh?”

Wanda giggles, “your mind races when you’re nervous, detka. But please, do it!”

You chuckle before getting on one knee and bringing out a diamond ring.

“Wanda, my Scarlet Witch, I love you so much. You made my life infinitely better. You made my house, a home. You blessed me with your presence and two wonderful children. And all I wanna do is spend my life making you smile. Wanda, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She says thru her tears, “yes! A thousand times yes!!”

You slide the ring on Wanda’s finger and she pulls you into her lips with her magic. She kisses you repeatedly, both of you lost in the joy of the moment.

Not bad for a web slinger or a scarlet witch. A little slice of paradise carved out in your little corner of the multiverse.

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