#her mama is GONE she hasn't seen her in months

[mishapen-dear]

god im just still thinking about pomme tho. she watched her dad forget who she was On Her Birthday. where has she gone to bed. did she leave bbh, crawl to aypierre's house and huddle into his side? to antoine's, to press against his robes and pretend they could hide her? to etoiles, still sleeping, but still keeping her safe. to baghera's empty tower. no on there to comfort her, no one there to distract her as she stays awake all night trying to figure out what to do. or maybe she didn't go to sleep at all. maybe she's still there with qbad, who we know doesn't sleep much, watching over him and anxiously awaiting his next memory lapse, waiting for the next thing to go wrong. she's just a fucking baby and it was her BIRTHDAY someone get her in a cuddle pile with all her parents Right Now

#qsmp pomme #when can she REST #she's so sweet she's so strong her world keeps getting rocked and she cant fuckingg sleep #her brother is sleeping in his lab her dad is forgetting who she is #her mama is GONE she hasn't seen her in months #her other parents are there but most of them are busy rn too #her new baby sister died. #give! this! egg! a ! NAP! #just. a miniature atlas

[dontcare77ghj]

Baby Fever

Tony x reader x Steve x Bucky

Parenting Universe

"Mom?"

"Da?"

"Did you ever think about being a mother again after Ohio?" You asked, internally wincing as your mother froze.

"I didn't stop being a mother after we were separated, dorogoy," Melina said, turning towards you as she leaned against the sink. "I spent all my time keeping you girls safe from what Dreykov wanted to do to you all. And then when he was gone, it didn't feel right to fill that hole." She told you. 

"Right." You said slowly, nodding in understanding.

"Besides, I had the pigs. I was busy enough. Why do you ask?" She asked, raising a brow.

"It doesn't matter. It's nothing." You shrugged, focusing on the mug in your hands.

"Don't lie to your mother. She can smell them like bloodhound." Alexi said, entering the kitchen with a bloody bag from the butchers.

"You know me so well." Melina smiled, patting Alexi on the cheek as she took the bag from him. "And yet you never remember the wine." She tsked, moving towards the fridge.

"Ah, not this time!" Alexi exclaimed, pulling a bottle of red wine from behind his back.

"If that was from your pants, I'm not drinking it." You were quick to say.

"Oh hush, is still good." Melina waved you off, kissing Alexi as she took the bottle. "Now, out with it. Why the baby talk? You're not pregnant. Is Peter pregnant?"

"Mama, Peter's a boy."

"I know that I can see, dorogoy, but we don't know all his spider powers, do we?"

"Oh my God, Mom, Peter is not pregnant!" You hid your face in your hands, wishing your sisters would hurry up and get here. "I only asked because the boys and I were talking about maybe adopting another." You admitted with a sigh.

"That's fantastic! Melina, we're going to be grandparents again!" Alexi exclaimed, rushing to pull you into his chest.

"Nothing's set in stone yet, Dad." You groaned as your lungs started to collapse.

"Why not? Malysh, Y/N." He whined.

"We're trying to work things out, Dad. We've still got to ask Peter, and work out logistically how it would work with work, and" You started to explain, only for Melina to wave you off.

"Oh, you think too much. You don't have to think about children. You have children. You have other children. It is life." 

"You know we were all technically abducted from an orphanage, right?" You asked, raising a brow.

"The point is life happens, and sometimes you don't have time to think it through," Melina told you.

"Yes, life happens, roll with punches, all good. Now hurry up and decide your mother and I are getting old. We want to meet the new grandbaby. We want to see great-grandbabies. We want to see it all." Alexi said with a clap.

"Great-grandbaby? Is Peter pregnant?" Yelena exclaimed, entering the room with Natasha behind her.

"Someone kill me." You groaned, smacking your head against the table.

"This feels like an intervention." Tony sighed, slipping into a seat beside Bucky.

"You would know." You snorted, sipping your smoothie.

"In all fairness, the last one did work." Bucky pointed out, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist. "He hasn't had raw cookie dough in seven months."

"I miss it."

"Seriously, Tony?" Steve sighed, lifting your legs and placing them on his lap when he sat.

"Oh, lighten up, med." You said, offering the blonde your smoothie as FRIDAY announced Peter's arrival.

"Underoos, take a seat," Tony said, nodding to the bean bag you'd placed before the four of you.

"Okay, if this is about the putty arrows, it was entirely Clint's fault," Peter said, raising his hands innocently. "I told him not to do it. I told him it would piss off people, and he made me help. I am very susceptible to peer pressure,"

"Okay, I am going to stop you right there," Tony said, holding up a hand. "This isn't about the arrows, though we are gonna circle back to that later,"

"And talk about peer pressure," Steve added, causing Peter to groan.

"No more Rappin' with Cap. I've seen enough." Peter complained, collapsing onto the beanbag. "Okay, if it's not the arrows, what did I do wrong this time?"

"Why do you just assume you're in trouble?" You cocked your head.

"Because this feels like an intervention."

"What did I say?" 

"Don't yell in my ear, Tones."

"You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love." You muttered to yourself, rubbing the space between your eyes as the two continued to argue.

"Getting back on topic," Steve said, causing Bucky and Tony to fall silent. "We just want to get your opinion on something, and we want you to be completely honest with us."

"Honest like we are about Mama's driving, or honest like we are Dad's cooking?"

"You're grounded."

"What's wrong with my cooking?"

"The driving one, kiddo." Bucky chuckled. 

"We have been talking, the four of us, and we would like to expand this family. Our family." Steve explained, watching Peter's face carefully.

"You want to have a baby?" Peter gasped. "Wait, no. That doesn't make sense." He said after a second thought.

"Med, we're thinking of adopting." You told the teen.

"And, just for clarity, bud, it's not happening yet," Bucky spoke.

"Yeah, right now, we're just laying the groundwork, seeing what happens." Tony nodded. "And your opinion matters here, so be honest, you know,"

"I'd get to be a big brother?" Peter cut Tony off, looking between the four of you with glassy eyes.

"If that's what you want, of course, med." You nodded.

"I'm gonna be a big brother!" Peter screamed, launching from the beanbag and towards you and Steve. The teen wrapped his arms around both your necks, squeezing you both tightly before moving on to do the same to Tony and Bucky.

"I take it you're okay with this?" Bucky clarified as Tony fake choked.

"Yes!" Peter exclaimed, pulling away. "Are we thinking boy? Girl? Twins? Triplets? Oh! I could make them a suit." He gasped. "I love you guys! I'm really excited, but I gotta call Ned!" He said, blowing kisses before turning on his heel and rushing from the room.

"Well, I guess we have Pete's approval." You smiled, hearing the sound of his door slamming shut.

"See, there was nothing to worry about," Tony said, rising to a stand. "This calls for a celebratory drink, but since I'm sober, who wants coffee?"

"Nat, I need a drink." You huffed, falling face-first onto Natasha's couch.

"You need to get your feet off my couch," Natasha said, wacking your legs with a magazine. "Who raised you and Lena?"

"Murderers." You said, shfting to sit upright.

"Why are you moping? Why are you moping on my floor? I'm trying to watch my movie." Natasha sighed.

"Well, I can't mope in my room because Steve's doing some mindfulness meditation yoga bullshit that's making me question my marriage to him in there." You said, running your hand over your face. "And Tony's hiding in the lab, and Bucky took Pete to the Lego store, so you're all I've got."

"Alright. Alright." Natasha said, pausing her movie to turn to you. "What happened?" 

"We got another rejection letter." You sighed, letting your head hit the back of the couch. "No one wants us to adopt."

"Well, that's bullshit. Why?" Natasha asked, moving towards her drinks cart.

"One wouldn't take us because of Tony's past, another for me and Buck's, a lot said no because we're poly, and there's a few that won't take us because we're avengers." You told your sister as she poured two drinks.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." She said, handing you your drink. 

"To be fair a lot of people are dead because of me."

"Oh yes, terrorists and murderers. A lot of human traffickers on that list as well."

"Nat,"

"What have we talked about?" Natasha cut you off, taking your free hand. "C'mon, say it."

"For as much bad as we've done, we're trying to do the same good." You sighed, trying to believe your words meant something.

"Look, every reason they have listed is bullshit, and I'm surprised Tony's not suing to be honest," Natasha told you.

"Steve's handling the lawyers." You said before downing your drink. The burn a familiar and comforting feeling.

"It's probably for the best." Natasha hummed. "I don't get it. There weren't this many problems with Pete."

"We were his legal guardians. May made it very clear in her will." You shook your head. "According to the lawyers, it would have been a lot harder without that."

"Look, Y/N, you guys are great parents, which is surprising given how you all grew up,"

"Buck and Steve had stable childhoods."

"As stable as it could have been in the forties, sure." Natasha amended. "But you four are good parents. Peter loves you, and you are doing better than your best to keep him alive and in school. There are other adoption agencies, and any kid would be lucky to have the five of you."

"Thanks. I love you, Nat." You said, leaning over to hug your sister.

"Love you too," Natasha said, patting your back. "You want to get drunk and watch the rest of this with me?"

"God, yes."

"I'm ready to just call it a year." Bucky sighed, laying his head on your lap. 

"It's March, med." You reminded the brunette as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"It's been March for six years." He groaned.

"I know." You sighed. "You think either of them are going to come down for lunch?"

"Steve was still on the phone with the lawyers when I checked." Bucky shook his head. "He was starting on the risking our lives tangent so he'll be a while."

"Tony had three cars pulled apart when I went to check on him." You said, causing Bucky to roll his eyes. 

"Married life. You feel the bliss yet?" Bucky asked, causing you to chuckle.

"Well, I think it's too late to leave ya, so I must love you lot."

"Mom? Pops?" Bucky pulled himself upright and the two of you turned to see Peter hovering in the doorway.

"Hey, bud. I thought you were out with Ned." Bucky said, gesturing for the teen to come in.

"I was, but it looks like he got what his sister had last week because he upchucked halfway through the movie," Peter said, settling onto the recliner beside the couch.

"Hm, lovely." You wrinkled your nose.

"Yeah, but at least it wasn't on my lap this time, like when we went to Coney Island. So, that's something." Peter shrugged as Bucky chuckled.

"Your Dad wasn't exactly thrilled to have you in the car after that one." 

"Well, I'd let you into my car, but I wouldn't be thrilled." You told the teen.

"Your Ma doesn't like vomit." Bucky teased.

"No, I don't. And I'll thank you to keep that to yourself. I don't need terrorists finding that out and vomiting on me." You shuddered, poking Bucky's side before turning to Peter. "Well, since you're home, you want to have lunch with us?"

"Yeah, sure. Are Dad and Pa going to join us?" Peter wondered.

"I don't think so, bud," Bucky said after hesitating. Peter frowned at the words but didn't say anything.

"Pete, everything okay?"

"I wanted to ask, is everything okay?" Peter asked, causing you and Bucky to share a look.

"What do you mean, dorogoy?"

"It's just that it's been a while since we talked about you guys adopting, and nothing's happened, but you seem upset," Peter said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Come sit, kid," Bucky said, shifting and patting the space between the two of you. Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, and Peter relaxed into your side.

"There are just a few people who aren't exactly keen to let us adopt, but it's alright, it's just a couple of setbacks. We're working through it." Bucky explained, placing his hand on yours.

"I'm sorry." Peter frowned

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Pete. It's not your fault." You promised, squeezing the teen's shoulder.

"I know, but I know that you wanted this," Peter said, looking between you both. "I know you wanted a family."

"We have a family, and we love our family." You promised, kissing the side of his head. "Having another child was just an idea." You added, sharing a sad look with Bucky.

"Yeah, just a thought. But we're pretty happy with how things are right now." Bucky told the teen, pulling him into a side hug. 

"You know what? I am going to get the boys. Family lunch, no excuses." You said, jumping to a stand and rushing from the room.

When you were safely in the elevator, and the doors closed behind you, you allowed yourself to curl in on yourself and let out a half-sob.

It was just an idea.

Life continued to move on. Six months later, you, Tony, Steve and Bucky came to an uneasy acceptance of the situation and, for the most part, put it behind you.

You had the Avengers, your family, Peter, and each other and that was all that mattered.

And unfortunately for you all, the world still needed your help.

"Spider-Man, I swear if you jump in front of another bullet, you are so grounded." Tony snapped over the coms. "I'm too young to have another heart attack."

"It's not my fault. I'm trying to neutralize like you asked me to. I didn't ask to be shot at." Peter snarked, causing laughter to be heard over the gunfire as Tony gasped.

"Sass back! Oh, you are so grounded!"

"If you two are done, I found an exposed vent. I'm going in." You interrupted the two.

"Exposed? That sounds risky, doll." Steve worried.

"Oh, it wasn't exposed before now, don't worry." You said, shimming into the hole you'd created.

"Oh yeah, because blowing a hole in the wall is real subtle." You could just hear Tony rolling his eyes.

"Unlike you, Tones, I don't blow holes in walls." You said, slowly crawling through the vent.

"Damn, Stark, what did you get up to in your playboy days?" 

"Y/N, there's a heat signiture coming from your left." Bruce spoke, watching through FRIDAY and guiding people where he could.

"You see anything weird up there, all knowing one?" You asked, turning left.

"It's a small heat signiture if that counts." Bruce said as you came up to a grate. You kept just behind the vent for a moment, trying to hear if anyone was outside, but when you heard nothing, you ventured to peak through the mesh.

"There's a lot of blankets out there." You frowned, seeing nothing else in the sparse room. 

"Maybe it's just a rat." Steve suggested as you watched a blanket move and something peek out.

"Oh shit." You swore, quickly pulling the vent free and jumping to the ground.

"What, you scared of a little rat, Y/N?" Clint teased as you knelt down. 

"Shut the fuck up, Barton." You swore, staring unblinking at the bundle before you. "I'm gonna need medical and some help in here." 

"Y/N, what happened?"

"On my way, Mama."

"Speak to us, Y/N."

"There's a baby here. A live one." You said as the baby before you started to cry.

"Live?"

"There's a lot that aren't." You said, reaching out to pull the baby into your arms and shield them from the sight. "Someone's gonna have to call Xavier. I think these were all mutant children." You said, brushing tears from the baby's blue skin.

"I'll handle it," Bruce assured you as you started to bounce the baby soothingly.

"It's okay, malen'kiy. You're safe. I have you." You hushed, fixing the blanket with one hand. "No one I don't know is coming through that door, okay? Anyone bad tries to touch you again, and I will shoot them." You promised.

"It's not what you say to a baby, Y/N."

The baby let out a snuffling sound as it reached a hand from the blanket and rested it on your collarbone.

And for the first time in so many years, you wereactually surprised at what happened next.

"Holy fuck."

"The files definitely indicate female at birth," Tony said, placing the manilla back on the table. "So we can stop calling her it."

"FRIDAY, did the files help turn up on any living family?" You asked as Bucky played got your nose with the baby in your hold.

"No boss spider." FRIDAY replied. "I found the death certificates for an Elijiah, Mila and Raven Darkholme as well as the burial plots for Elijiah and Mila."

"I'm going with they faked Raven's death certificate." Bucky commented.

"I have also concluded the same for the six other children found today." FRIDAY informed you all.

"I hate HYDRA." Peter shivered, looking down to Raven who had taken his thumb and was getting salivia all over it.

"Well the social worker said she can stay with us until they find a home to take her." Steve said, reentering the room. "She said it might take longer than normal."

"What? Why?"

"There's not a lot of orphanages for mutants, Pete." You said, smiling when the baby made her hair look like yours.

"Yeah, unsurprisingly she had space until I mentioned that part." Steve shook his head, sitting on the coffee table before you. "Doesn't Charles have space for her?" 

"Wheels doesn't have a space for babies yet," Tony said, reaching out to take the baby from you. "You're holding her wrong."

"We'll have to order some supplies." You commented, laughing when Raven copied Tony's goatee.

"How are we supposed to know how much we need in supplies?" Bucky asked, looking to Steve, who frowned.

"Depends on how much the social worker was exaggerating." Steve scowled.

"So, she just goes into the system?" Peter asked, causing you all to turn to him. "Into a home where there's no one like her? Where she may not even get adopted?" He clenched his fists.

"Pete," Tony started, stepping closer.

"It's not fair, Dad." Peter shook his head. 

"We know, dorogoy." You said, reaching out to take his hand. "That's why they want her to stay here until they can find her a home with other mutants. So she doesn't grow up alone."

"Why can't you take her?" Peter asked, causing the four of you to look between each other.

"We can't just claim a child, Peter." Steve shook his head. "She's not a lost pen."

"No, but you could adopt her. Like you did me."

"Pete,"

"She deserves a family who'll love her, and you've always made me feel loved."

"Aw, kiddo."

"And you know she wouldn't be alone in this family. We're all different kinds of different."

"Well, you do eat cereal on the ceiling."

"And I would be the best big brother. I'll teach her to love Star Wars, the perfect amount of butter to put on popcorn, and I'll teach her all the best ways to avoid FRIDAY for when she's a teenager."

"You know, you were doing real great until you got to that, right?"

"You took me in when I had no family left, and you gave me a family. Why can't we give that to her?" Peter asked, smiling when Raven let out a coo.

For a moment, you all stayed silent. Contemplating Peter's words before,

"You know I don't go to church much anymore, but ma would call this a blessing." Steve commented. "She would call her a little blessing." He nodded to the baby in Tony's arms.

"No matter where she goes, HYDRA will be after her." Bucky murmured, placing his hands under his chin. "We could keep her safe. Try to give her a childhood that they can't take from her."

"Buck." Tony gently handed Peter Raven as he sat beside Bucky, wrappping his arms around the super-soldier.

"Dad? What do you think?" Peter asked, adjusting his hold on Raven.

"I think she grows a better beard than you do, and you're almost seventeen." Tony was quick to quip.

"Dad,"

"Look, this is what we wanted, right? To give you a sibling? To expand our family? Why are we looking the gifthorse in the mouth?" Tony shook his head. "I say we take the chance. It may be our last one."

"Mama?" Peter turned to you.

"When I got out of the Red Room, I knew I could never have children after what they did to us. And I didn't think after all we've done, that I deserved any." You admitted, staring at the wall behind Peter's head, where a photo from your last beach trip hung proudly.

"Mama,"

"But you changed my mind." You said, looking to Peter with a smile. "You are my child, and I would burn the world down if you asked me to, and as soon as that little girl looked at me with those same trusting eyes, I knew I would do the same for her."

"Y/N?"

"Call the lawyers in the morning. They can start making arrangments." You smiled, reaching out to take Raven from Peter. "I guess this is welcome home, malen'kiy."

"Y/N!"

"Be quiet, Alexi!"

"Don't hit, Melina! Yelena, you see the abuse your mother heaps on me?"

"Please get him to lower everything." You sighed, looking to the bedroom door.

"Why? He's your father." Tony smirked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Your father-in-law. I didn't have a choice, you had a choice." You said, leaning into the hold.

"You love him."

"I love him, but if he wakes Raven, I will kill him." You promised, causing Tony to chuckle.

"Go, I got this." Tony said, kissing you before heading towards the sound of your other family.

It had been two months since that fateful day you had found Raven and your family had been completed. Surprisingly, everything had gone smoothly with the adoption.

Your heart hurt to think of the children like Raven who were struggling to find a home, so you, along with the Avengers were working with Charles Xaviers school to make this less of a reality.

And now you were free to watch your children together and only allow yourself to feel happiness.

Both your children lived in rooms down the hall from you, Peter a little further down because no mater how much you soundproofed his room, sometimes he could still hear the four of you.

And while you were happy that meant you'd always hear Raven cry, you worried that Pete would still have to to.

As you neared Raven's room, you heard a familiar sniffling but before you could enter the room intent on drying your daughters tears, you heard something that made your heart swell.

"It's alright." Peter cooed. "Dedushka is pretty loud, but he makes up for it with pretty great hugs. Babushuka's probably already warned him to be careful with you, so you don't have to worry about crushed ribs." You peaked around the doorway to see Peter holding Raven and making faces at her.

Raven let out a laugh as she attached her hands to Peter's face, taking on his hair and eye color.

"You know, I don't like loud things either, but we'll talk to Dad, and he'll be able to make something for you like he did for me." Peter said, bouncing back and forth. "Did you know our family are superheroes? Yeah! They save the world. They saved you and they saved me too in a way. And you know what, this family is never going to let anything happen to you.

We're really lucky, you and me. We got picked by the best family because no matter what we do, they're always gonna love us. And I meant it when I promised to be the best big brother. You are never going to hate me a day in your life, and I am always going to be here."

Peter finished his speech by pressing a kiss to Raven's hairline, causing her to flash him a big gummy smile.

"Should we tell Mama we know she's in the doorway?" Peter asked, turning to face you with a smirk. "You're slipping, Mama."

"Not a spy here." You shook your head. "Just a very happy mother." You smiled, walking over to embrace your children. "I love you, Pete."

"Love you too, mama."

"And I love you, malen'kiy, but I do have to make you suffer through your dedushka." You spoke to Raven in a high pitched tone.

"You love dedushka." Peter accused as the two of you made your way to the living room.

"I do, but it's fun to tease him." 

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Personal AOT HCs

AN: My best friend started me on this anime purely because they thought I’d like Erwin. They were right of course but the lore elements are cool too. (Please take this peace offering before my very long Bleach x reader ily)

Featuring: As many as I can fit.

Contains: NSFW, Crack, fluff, a lil angst

MINORS DNI I WILL CONTACT YOUR PARENTS.

Hange can sleep anywhere. Like. Anywhere. Moblit has found her sleeping in/on: tables, roofs, a horse, a wild horse, a tree, in a hole, on the stairs, upside down from her ODM gear, and once in Levi’s office.

Onyankapon tries so hard to be a Cool Uncle but ends up coming off like a Weed Fuckboy Chill Cousin. He's also really good at chess.

Erwin liked to adopt little stray cats. HQ was always full of them- little kittens, Mama cats, grumpy old street veterans with ear nicks and scars. He loves them hard enough for them to miss him when he's gone.

Levi hated the cats but sometimes pet them. In his grief after Erwin died he sent them all away to good homes. A tiny little kitten remained hidden in Erwins old room and ate scraps for two months before Levi found it. He kept that single one. It has blue eyes.

Sasha has an incredibly high metabolism, which is why she eats so much. She needs protein and carbs constantly. If she got enough, she'd be twice as strong and Reiner and would benchpress Mike for fun.

Connie shaved his head until some girl mentioned he'd look hot with soft curls. THEN he started growing it out a little.

Jean is so devoted to Mikasa he doesn't sleep with anyone else. Well, there was that really weird night with that guy, but that doesn't count... right.

Eren is both so homophobic and so ally it's hard to tell that he's bisexual.

Armin has the biggest library. Erwin, for some random reason, left him all his books. Levi didn't contest that. In some books, Erwin even left little annotations- speaking even though he is gone. Armin flips through the pages often, wondering if the Commander he didn't know so well would have ever seen him as a son, if he had lived.

Yelena doesn't know who's right or wrong, a lot of the time. She agrees with Eren, people should pay. But the lives that will be lost... is war really worth it? She sits up at night with a drink and a cigarette glaring at the moon, wondering if her ideals are placed in the wrong people. But never once does she defect or speak out.

I'd like to think in their vulnerable moments, Mikasa and Annie sneak out together after the Rumbling. They sit under the stars and train for a little. They end up covered in bruises. Annie admits she's sorry. Mikasa admits she is too. They keep fighting, because what else is there now?

Historia cares for her child, but can't look at her daughter. She sees to much of what she wished she had, too much of a life she was denied. She loves her little daughter, but can't help but resent her too. Historia is scared she'll end up like her mother, and pushes all of it down.

Before he died, Beretoldt thought about how his life was going to save another person's life, but in the back of his mind he wished he could see his parents one last time. He was, after all, only a child.

Reiner went to therapy, once. He cried and cried and cried. He hasn't gone back, but his mind feels better. He can finally sit down and put his life into reasonable order. He misses Porco, oddly enough. He misses being told the truth and seen as just a man.

Annie misses the feeling of her Titan. If you asked her, she'd say it's like a puzzle piece is missing, a warm embrace ripped from her. Her crystal was the last thing from her Titan that felt like a home. She'd say it's like missing the skin of your back because you peeled it off. She'd say it's a longing. But she doesn't talk, not often now.

When Eren and Mikasa fucked off to Switzerland, they had a ball of a time. Mikasa got really good at cooking, Eren finally learned to chill the fuck out, and of course: geese. Lots of geese.

Floch, weirdly enough, unlike Jean, has a lot of sexual experience. The girls he sleeps with says he's a damnable bastard in person, but actually kind of sweet in bed. Sure he's rough but he makes sure they like it. He has four bastard children and he's very, very proud.

Sasha and Connie would sometimes just fight with long sticks. Hey Siri, play "Duel of The Fates" I should write for Star Wars they got really good at it.

Eren and Floch had a one night stand. Yelena walked in on them halfway through and laughed so hard they stopped. It's never happened again, but Yelana likes to hint at it.

Zeke often just fucking. Sits there. He'll just be brooding and he'll zone back in and what the fuck it's been three hours why didn't anyone tell me. He likes his beard as well, he doesn't like to shave it because he's got a bit of a baby face, and he even has a comb specifically for grooming it. He gets bitches too. He's a big fan of pussy eating btw. Really, really big.

Historia knows what a strap is. No she will not tell anyone but they KNOW it was Ymir. A bad influence even after her goddamn death.

Gabi wakes up screaming some nights, begging for it to stop, begging to be able to go back, to not do what she did. Falco tries to comfort her, but some nights, all she can say is "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry Sasha." Connie, sometimes, hears this. He gets... Angry. And sad too, knowing that Gabi was just a kid, indoctrinated and brainwashed, and that her regrets equal his own.

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

I Wanted to Be

A Ron 'Slider' Kerner Imagine

Description: Kids, family, all of those things that people always talk about as being the be-all, end-all, goal? Those things have never been on Ron Kerner's list. All he wants to do is fly. What happens when an old friend's little sister calls him for help?

Everything changes.

Warnings: Dead-beat dad, Mentioned Pregnancy, Mentioned Childbirth, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 2939

A/N: This is another Discord fueled thought. @mayhemmanaged and I were talking about how we thought that Jake was either Ice's son or Slider's. I had a sudden urge to explore that thought and here we are!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

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Texans have a saying or cautionary tale for nearly everything. Everything, it seems, except what you can tell your best friend's little sister when her no-good husband runs away from her and the baby she's carrying. When she'd called him, sobbing, he hadn't known what to do. What can you tell a twenty-five year old nine month pregnant woman you haven't seen in close to a decade? In the case of one Ron Kerner, mostly known as Slider nowadays, you don't say a word. Instead, you get emergency leave and hop onto the nearest transport home. 

The tiny town of Cistern is exactly as he remembers it, hot, dry, and dusty. The sole bus trundles through town just as he pulls into the solitary gas station and steps out. It feels weird being back here. As much as Cistern hasn't changed, he knows he has. A quick stop at the pump station for fuel that sloshes sluggishly into the near empty tank of the truck he'd rented in Austin, and he's off again. Driving west a ways and then north until the only things he sees are scrub and the odd glimpse of cattle. 

The turn-off to the Petersen ranch looks just like he remembers it, though the sign says Seresin now. Was that the name of the idiot who ran away? In all honesty, Ron can't be pressed to remember. All that matters is the girl waiting on the porch when the truck rattles to a stop. She looks the same as he remembers. Little Rebecca Petersen, not so little and decidedly not a Petersen anymore, but god does she not remind him still of the little thing that used to run around behind him and Danny, all knees, toothy grin and covered in freckles.

That grin, at least, is exactly the same. So is the teasing tone as she greets him as he walks up the front stairs. "Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in! If it isn't Ron Kerner, the big-shot Naval Aviator. What brings you back to sleepy old Cistern?" 

"You know what." He can't help the sober turn to his voice as he hugs her gingerly, not sure of where to put his arms, not when the bulge of her belly is in the way. God, doesn't he wish he'd never said those words as soon as they left his mouth, though. Because that smile is gone, like the sun hidden by the clouds.

"You're here because of Brian." Her voice is tired, so tired that Ron can't help trying to make the girl he promised he'd protect smile again.

"Naw, Becks. I'm here for you and this little thing. Only in part for him." 

It's words that he didn't know were true until 3 days later when he's standing in the maternity ward of the hospital and being handed a tiny squalling infant with a shock of honey hair and the tightest grip he's ever felt. The newly named Jacob Daniel Seresin seems to be just as enamored of Ron as Ron is of him. Say what you will about the little guy's deadbeat dad, but he made an awfully cute baby.

That instant shock of attachment stays with Ron for a long time afterward. He looks forward to receiving the letters Rebecca sends monthly, filled with polaroids of small Jake as he grows bigger and bigger. He can track every milestone on that little body from how he grows to the first tooth that comes painfully into that little mouth.

But he does not actually see the boy or his mama again for nearly five years. Things have changed considerably over that time. Ron's raked in another promotion, making him a full lieutenant. Ice met a girl and made her his wife, and to top it all off, they're both in Texas again. So on the first long weekend he gets, Ron hops into the old Ford truck he'd put together when he turned sixteen and drives straight up to Cistern.

This time, he drives up to the Seresin house to hear giggling and gets out of his truck just in time to catch a little boy in just a pair of shorts as he goes running past. It's the light dusting of freckles and toothy grin that he'd recognize anywhere which clues him into exactly who he's holding.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm your Uncle Ron. Dunno if you remember me." His voice is gruff as he turns the giggling brat upside down like he's looking for a way to turn a little robot off. Through giggles, he's gratified to hear the boy introduce himself as Jake. This time, the Rebecca he sees in the kitchen of the ranch house she grew up in and where she's raising her son is more like the happy teenager he'd left behind when he enlisted with her big brother. It still irks him that he couldn't protect Daniel. But he's going to protect Rebecca and Daniel's namesake as fiercely as he can.

"Hey, Becks. Y'missing something? I caught this little gremlin running around out there. Is this what you're looking for?" He can't resist tickling the bare tummy of the boy in his arms just to hear the musical giggles.

"Mama, Uncle Sly's here!" The piping voice of the little boy standing there all of two feet tall wearing just shorts is enough to crack even the crustiest aviator's stone heart. Rebecca's boy is a dusty, golden skinned marvel with his sun-bleached blonde hair and huge slightly gap-toothed grin. It feels like home, this place. That weekend, Ron spends more time out on a ranch than he has in years. Rebecca may have managed to keep the ranch going, but who's going to teach Jake everything he needs to know when his daddy isn't around? Anyways, that's Ron's rationale.

Soon after that, though, he's given orders. He's shipped all over the world, flying for the Navy. It seems like his star is on the rise, and while he's Lieutenant Commander and Captain Kerner in short order, he still stays Uncle Sly for one little boy who turns into a teenager back in Cistern seemingly overnight. Ron does his best to show up for all of the kid’s biggest milestones, but even he can’t hop onto a helo every time Jake has a baseball game or wins an award at school. Those weeks, Ron does his best to call and talk to the kid as much as he can.

He talks to Rebecca on the phone enough to know that the kid's struggling with something, something he won't talk to his Mama about. So the next time Ron's home, he heads to Cistern, as always with gifts in hand for the boy he loves like he is his own. Unlike prior snatched moments, Seresin Ranch is crackling with a tension Ron's never felt before. Jake's on the front porch, and Ron's suddenly struck by how grown up the boy seems, especially with how tall he is and the new manly breadth of his shoulders. 

"Hey, Kiddo." As he tugs the kid into a hug, Ron can feel some tension leave those still small shoulders.

"Uncle Sly." Something's not right. Jake's not smiling today, not at all.

"What is it, kid?" A sudden jolt of fear rushes through Ron. "Where's your mom, kid?'

"She's in there, Uncle Sly, in the kitchen. With a man who's claiming to be my dad." The rage that burns in his chest is unlike any other that Ron's ever felt before. Sure enough, when he stalks into the kitchen, it's to see the one man he'd never wanted to see menacing Rebecca ever again.

"Brian." That one word is all it takes for Rebecca's shoulders to relax. Fifteen years have not treated Brian Seresin well. Not at all. His hair is graying and greasy, he's got a paunch and he's obviously drunk off his feet if the way he lists back and forth is any indication. "What are you doing back in Cistern?"

Ron's quick to gather Rebecca back behind him, knowing that Brian Seresin would never be bold enough to try to get to her, not through him, anyway. Jake’s followed him in, as always his shadow

"Wanted my woman back, Kerner. And my kid." He sniffs, wiping away yellow-tinged mucus on the leg of the dirtiest jeans that Ron's ever seen. "S'not fair, y'know? That you got to keep her and the brat while I was off. D'she treat y'well? She's great in bed, ain't she?"

It takes every fiber in his being to not deck the man for what he's saying about Rebecca. Thankfully Jake's holding his ma, otherwise he'd have launched himself at the fool to get his share of the beat down. It’s at that moment that Sly is glad they’d sent lawyers after Brian Seresin after Jake was born because it means he doesn’t have a claim on Rebecca or Jake anymore. They have the denial of parental rights and a divorce agreement to prove it. It doesn't take much more than a quirked eyebrow to get the man to spill the entire sordid tale. How he'd lost a lot of money and wanted to claim what he believed he was owed from Seresin Ranch. 

"Call Sheriff Weatherby, Becks." When Ron finally speaks, the calm in his voice surprises even him. He sounds Ice-cold, which he guesses is what you get for spending the better part of a decade flying with the same person. "We've got an intruder on Seresin Ranch." 

It doesn't surprise him in the slightest that it's Jake who picks up the landline and dials up Sheriff Weatherby, not at all. It's hours later, once one Brian Seresin has been carted away and Rebecca is asleep, that Ron finds Jake again. The kid's sitting in an old tire swing Ron had set up years ago, rocking idly while staring up into the endless expanse of stars in the sky above. 

"So, that's him, huh? My pops, the man who walked out before I was even born?" He sounds so torn up about it, this gangly teen boy who loves his Mama to distraction and who would do anything to protect her. That's something they have in common.

"Yeah, kid." Ron doesn't try to hide the anger in his face, not now.

"Why did he come back? Why didn't he just stay away?" Ron's hand is gentle on the kid's back as he tries to think for a response.

"I dunno, kid. I wish he had never come back. Your Mama isn't the type to cry. But every time I've heard her cry it has been because of that man." The rage building in his chest causes a near imperceptible shake in his hands.

"Why didn't you ever marry Mama, Uncle Sly? You love her, I know you do. Then you can come home to us more often, can't you?" That one innocent observation is enough to have his entire world reeling. What would it be like? Having Becks to come home to? To have this kid, her son, as his own? Is he so easy to read that a teenager can tell what his most closely guarded secret is?

"I dunno kid. But enough about me. What's eating at you?" Ron's a little scared of the answer he's going to get.

"I want to fly, Uncle Sly. Like you do, like Uncle Daniel did." Jake's green eyes are all Rebecca's, all Daniel's and Ron can see the boy he loved like a brother in Jake's face. "D-d'you think I can do it?"

"It's dangerous, kid. But yeah. If there was anyone who could do it, it'd be you. You’ve got your mom’s determination and all of her support, too. Just don’t forget that you’ve got people who love you waiting for you, and you’ll be all set."

Those are obviously words Jake holds close to his heart. Because, before Ron's hit Vice-Admiral, Jake's already at the academy. He's taking Annapolis by storm, making his Mama and his dad, because thanks to the kid's prodding it's Ron and Rebecca Kerner now, incredibly proud. Ron's happy to find he has to wipe away tears when he sees his son, his son, get his wings a few short years later. Then there's another Kerner's star on the rise. His son’s.

He keeps a finger on the pulse of every deployment, every test, and beams with pride to see Jake graduate from Top Gun. That pride sits warm in his chest even as he gets a call from the one California number he'd memorized that he could never forget.

"Mr. Iceman! How're you doing?" The relationship between pilot and RIO hasn't changed over the past years. Neither of them flies anymore, but the bonds they built over 30 years ago haven't changed.

"It's about your kid, Sly." Ron can hear the hoarseness creeping into Ice's tone even now.

"What's going on, Tom?" After a life's service to the US Navy, Rear Admiral Ron 'Slider' Kerner isn't surprised to hear that Jake's been selected for a special detachment. The dad in him, though? He's terrified shitless. Nearly 30 years of loving that boy doesn’t feel like enough all of a sudden, not when Jake's going to be sent on a mission so dangerous that talking about it feels like a jinx. Even the heads up from the COMPACFLT doesn't help.

It's a tense few weeks in Texas. Ron terrorizes the base in Corpus Christi, his mind in Miramar with his son while his body is in Texas. Rebecca is equally distraught. Then Ron gets another call that fills him with sadness all over again. It is Sarah calling, "Hey Ron. Just wanted to tell you that he's gone. Tom's gone. The cancer. It came back with a vengeance. The doctors couldn't do anything. He passed away this morning."

During the entirety of the service, Ron can't help but feel like he would've given anything to see his best friend again one more time before he died. It's sad reconnecting with the rest of their 1986 cohort at the bar later. It’s even worse seeing his son stand somberly kitted out in his own whites across the way from him. He doesn’t, can’t go near him, mainly because nobody knows that Jake is Rear Admiral Kerner’s kid. But he can't help but feel like Tom would've wanted him to hug his boy instead. So that's what Rear Admiral Ron Kerner does. He hugs his son, tight, as many times as he can before he leaves. He watches from the docks as the carrier departs and waits with bated breath.

Rebecca channels her nerves into baking. She fills the house they rent off base with pastries, cookies, cakes and pies, most of which are Jake's favorites. Then it’s a waiting game. Ron calls in every favor he has in order to get more information on the mission Jake’s on, really for anything he can get. As it turns out, there is very little information that even an admiral can get. So all he can do is hold Rebecca close and pray. It’s frankly the longest three days of his life. He’s more tense than he was even during the Leyte Gulf incident, which feels like a world, a lifetime ago. That first call from Jake they get has his knees weak. The relief coursing through his system is too good to be true. So’s the first look he gets of his son when the carrier docks two days later.

The milling crowd of families lets out a roar of excitement when the first of the ship’s crew sets foot on shore. Ron wraps an arm around Rebecca, and keeps an eagle eye on the waves of departing sailors looking for aviator green flight suits. The crowd clears piece by piece and they still haven’t seen their boy or any of the aviators. They’re some of the only people waiting, and Ron can feel Rebecca’s tremors as she clutches at her necklace and rears up onto her tiptoes every once in a while. She sags against his chest and that’s when Ron finally sees their golden boy. He looks exhausted, but he’s safe, he’s home. Rebecca runs right for him first, and Ron can’t help his grin when he sees how tall Jake is in comparison to his Mama. The kid’s not shy about his love for Rebecca either. He introduces her to the aviators and then Ron’s being beckoned forward.

“And this is my pop, Admiral Kerner.” He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and god if that doesn’t remind Ron of Daniel again.

“Hey, kid.” Ron can’t help the fond grin on his face or the amusement when he sees Jake’s squadron rise into salutes the minute they hear his title. There’s a face in his squadron that Ron didn’t think he’d ever see again. There’s also somebody nearby who he hasn’t seen in decades. 

“Baby Goose. Mav.” Ron’s nod is slight.

“Hey Sly. A kid huh?” Ron can’t resist smiling as he hugs the shorter man. 

“Yeah, Mav. I had to catch up.” Watching Becks fawn over Jake again is everything he’s ever wanted. 

“He’s a good one, you know, Sly?” As Ron stands shoulder to shoulder with Pete Mitchell again, watching their boys realize that they’re closer than they ever could have known, Ron knows one thing. He may have never intended to be a dad, but standing at the docks thirty years later, he knows he wouldn't have wanted to do anything else. 

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[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 6 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted.

Chapter 1. Next Chapter. Masterlist

Jake sat on the couch of the back patio, grabbing a toothpick from the pack on the table.

You sat in the chair across from him. "Why did you let me stay over?"

Jake sat back, situating his body. The air was still warm enough that his skin didn't feel too chilled in the growing darkness of the night. "I asked my mom about you when I got back home." He paused, looking at the back pasture that had his horses galloping around. "Our parents have been friends for a while. She said I could trust your family, so I figured that would extend to you."

You looked back at the horses playing. "Yeah, Nessie started his visits a few years after high school when I moved out. Mama got pretty close with Mrs. Ophelia for a while. Recently, she's been a little distant, though. Mama was worried she did something wrong."

Seresin looked down to his hands. He rubbed his palms together. "No, your mom didn't do anything. Mom has been going through a hard time. She hasn't even been talking to me or my sisters."

"Bless her heart. I am not going to ask for details. Im assuming your dads mess has something to do with it. Is she okay? Can I do anything?" You asked kindly.

"She will be. She's a tough woman. There's nothing I can think of." Seresin looked back out to the pasture.

"I'm gonna get her a gift basket together from the family." You pulled out your phone and wrote it on your to-dos. "You know ophelia talked about you a lot with my mom. I never got your name, though. Small world that we work together now."

"What all did she say?" His chest raised up with pride. Knowing ophelia, it would be all good accomplishments acknowledged.

"She said you were top of your class at the naval aviation academy, and you were awarded for your heroism against the enemy, and you had an award for Afghanistan combat." You smiled remembering how proud ophelia was telling your mom over a sweet tea front porch meet up the morning before a family dinner a few months back.

"Stop..." Seresin's signature smirk grew into his cheeks. He leaned his arm back behind his head. His toned body on full display. "Well, you know I did a few things." He failed miserably at being humble.

A laugh chimed from your lips. "Yeah, I bet you did."

The sun had gone down, and the stars peeked out with only the full moon casting dim light. Colder air blowing in.

Your phone rang. "Hey honey."

James was on the other end. "Hey, where are you? I haven't seen you all day." You cringed remember the guilt that was sitting in your chest earlier. Conversation was so easy with Seresin that it made you forget the world around you.

"Sorry, honey. I went to a friend's house to sleep, so I wouldn't bother you playing your game." You hated keeping details. It was the worst, but this called for it. The fight was not going to be here over the phone. The guilt set in further as you looked back at Jake, flipping the toothpick in his mouth so nonchalant and hot... no handsome... no, like a nice-looking friend. Your brain did flips, trying to rail itself back on track. "I'll be home soon. I love you, bye. "

James screamed at his TV again. As he clicked the end call. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to face what was your reality at home. No more screaming at the TV and certainly no screaming at you. Fear seeping in realizing what you had done in your desperation to sleep.

"I'll take you back. Just let me ask, why are you with this guy? Dont give me the practicality crap." Jake heard the yelling, and seeing the reaction on your face was not pleasant.

"H-He stayed with me through cancer. He was at every treatment. He helped me live when I was really sick." You just threw it out there. You couldn't hold it in. The pain of hearing Jame's voice with his selfishness of the gaming while you slept pushed you into an emotional war. You wanted things to be good with him. They just weren't. You could see it. You knew everyone could see it. "He was such a good man. I don't know what happened. If he can stay with me through cancer, then I can stay through this rough patch. He will get better. I just have to give him time."

Seresin leaned up. He grabbed the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it into the grass. "Fair enough. I hope he figures it out soon for your sake."

The truck pulled up next to your car. "Thank you. Really, I mean it."

"You're welcome. You can stay anytime and as long you'd like. I really mean that." You opened the door with a nod of acknowledgment.

Your mind fought your body to hug him. You pressed on, walking to your car where you were safe from urges. His truck left.

You sat thinking for a moment. "He's just a good friend." You willingly convinced yourself. You stopped in the restaurant and grabbed dinner.

You got home sitting on the couch and set up dinner. "Hey honey. You go back to Kennedys house?" He knew Kennedy, and he knew that there was nothing to worry about.

"No, I was at a family friend's house. He is on shift with me and Ken now." You spoke. You never lied no matter how much shit you would get.

"He? Which family friend?" James didn't hide anger and assumptions well.

"Jake seresin, ophelia's son." You answered.

"The military guy came home?" He questioned.

"Yeah. He is Ken's new trainee." You prayed using Ken's name to vouch would lighten the blow.

"Why didn't you stay at Ken's?" He began interrogating.

"Kennedy wasn't going to be home, and his mom was there with her friend at the pool." You defended.

"Then why didn't you just stay here?" His voice began to raise.

"Because James," you matched his volume. Throwing the stupid salad on the ground. Venom spewed off him name. "You wouldn't turn the TV down, I had to roll Greg's dead body over on the pavement my knees were covered with parts of his brain, not that you fucking cared to ask, and then I come home finally get to sleep and you're screaming about headshots to the damn TV."

"I wasn't home to ask. How was I supposed to know that? Then you just come home from whoring around with this Jake guy and I'm just supposed to be cool with it because I was playing a game to relax from my hard night. I had four people call in sick. I had to run four extra positions... Not that you fucking cared to ask either." James screamed.

"I wasn't whoring around. I went there slept, ate and came home. I can't fucking believe you'd think I would do that to you."

"Is he gay?" James asked abruptly.

Your teeth clamped together. "What?" Your knuckles turned white against your sides.

"You heard me! Does he like a dick in his ass? Does he bat for Kennedy's team?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask." You held your arms out.

"Then I don't want you over there." James fumed. "When you're painting each others toe nails, talking about your door ringer celebrity men, doing whatever shit you do with ken. Then you can go, but until that happens, it's not okay."

"You're fucking ridiculous, and rude." You yelled and walked out. You grabbed your phone calling Ken. Tears spilled. "Ken, I need drinks are you busy."

Kennedy's deep voice came through the speaker. "Marilyn... I'm at home you can come over. What's wrong?"

You got in the car and drove the few miles to his house. "I fucked up."

"You didn't..." He trailed. "Did you sleep with Seresin?"

Your scoff was very dramatic. "No. I just went over there and slept. James is accusing me of it though, he basically made a fucking rule I cant go over there."

"Rules were meant to broken Mar. You know I can ask if we can go over to Seresin's I'm sure he would have us over for drinks."

"No, he's right. I don't need to go over there. He's a single man, and I am a taken woman. I need to respect him. I am pissed he put a rule down, but I understand why." You sighed.

"Suit yourself. I mean I think he's a great guy. He doesn't seem like the type to break that boundary. Not from how he was talking the last few shifts."

"Did he say anything about me with james?" You parked your car ending the call walking up to the door opening it.

"Come in..." Kennedy laughed at his sarcasm. "He said some things, but I'm not a snitch."

"Damn it, ken! Why did you let me go over there?" You held your arms up.

"No, I only suggested it because I couldn't have you over, you needed sleep, and I trusted that he wouldn't do anything. He didn't say anything intimate or misogynistically gross. Just that it was a shame you were in a relationship."

You groaned throwing a pillow at him sitting down on the couch. "Liam Kennedy!"

"Okay chill. I got it, Seresin is now on my shit list." Kennedy chuckled.

"Not funny." You threw another pillow. Throwing your hands in your face to cover the embarrassment.

"So now what, your man's all jealous of Seresin?" He sat up on the couch.

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe now he will try harder." You looked over at him through your fingers.

"Don't go playing with fire, Marilyn. You know that's what got you killed with our scandal." He joked about the conspiracy of Marilyn Monroe's murder by the government after the Kennedy affair.

"I'm not going to play with fire. I'm just playing the card you so graciously handed me." You rolled your eyes.

Kennedy sighed. "He is really hot, though. Those uniform pants..." He trailed, widening his eyes at the thought of Seresin's tight ass. Literal and figurative.

"Kennedy I'm not doing this..." you trailed.

"It was fine when it was that guy on A shift." He defended.

"He didn't cause an argument at home." You tensed.

"I'm just saying the man is ripped. I can tell from his arms. The sleeves look like they are holding on by a thread." He kept prodding for information.

"Oh he is." Your mouth was faster then your brain.

"I fucking knew it, you sly bitch. What happened, tell me everything..." He bit his lip sitting back knowing he had you cornered.

A/N: No one knows about Kennedy like that except your boyfriend and family. This is for the story's sake only, nothing further involving the job.

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[ch4p3lofbl00d]

I love you Dada~Chris Motionless

Imagine dating Chris, and you and Chris take Luna, your daughter, to Mcdonald's and to the playground, since she picked to go to those places. While there, Chris pushes Luna on the swing set, and she tells him that she loves him. {Chris is 20 and the reader is 19}

Y\N Pov

I'm currently sitting in the passenger seat of my boyfriend, Chris's car. While my daughter, Luna, is sitting in her carseat in the back. We're on the way to Mcdonald's to get some lunch before we go to the park. Luna chose to go get Mcdonald's, and the playground, since Chris and I told her

"We could go somewhere today"

We usually don't go anywhere, since we like to stay at home most of the time. Whenever the guys want to meet up to go eat at a restaurant, we go, but other than that we don't really go anywhere. Sometimes, Ricky and Vinny will come over and spend the night [which ends up being a week] Luna loves whenever they come over, since she can show other people her toys, besides Chris and I. I smiled, thinking about how Luna is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I wasn't planning on having kids, but I'm so happy that I got pregnant. My ex boyfriend, James, abused me, then he raped me. Telling me that

"If you tell anyone, then I'll fuck you up even more"

After that happened, he left the house. While he was gone, I packed a bag, and left. He hasn't seen me since. He doesn't even know that, he has a child. I've never told him about Luna, and I wasn't ever going to tell him. Chris has been her father figure, since she was born, and now she's 2. I was already dating Chris, when I found out that I was pregnant with Luna. It was 2 months, after James had left me. I was already living with Chris in his apartment, when I found out. Chris was excited about having a child; he knew that it wasn't his biological child, but he didn't care. All he cared about was Luna and I. I looked out of the window, and saw that Chris was pulling into the McDonald's parking lot. I closed my eyes because of the sun fucking burning my god-damn eyes. I slowly opened my eyes, and I hear a little voice asks

"mama are you okay?"

I turned my head, and saw Luna's concerned little face. I smiled at her, and said

"yeah, I'm okay. The sun was just burning my eyes, that's all"

I saw Luna nod, and say

"maybe you can ask dada for his sunglasses"

I looked at Chris, and saw that his eyes were wide as fuck. I chuckled nervously, and looked back at Luna, and said

"mama doesn't need to use Chris's glasses, baby"

I saw Luna nod, and I hear Chris say

"mama can use Chris's glasses if she wants to"

I looked back at Chris, and saw him smiling at me. I rolled my eyes at him, and turned back to look at Luna. I saw her smile at me, and I smiled back at her, and asked

"what do you want to eat?"

I saw Luna, smile even bigger then before. I look at her, and I hear her say

"Chicken nuggies"

I hear Chris laugh, and I hear him say

"Alright, you will get your chicken nuggies"

I smiled, and looked over at Chris. I smiled, and said

"you're such a good father figure to Luna"

I saw Chris shrug his shoulders, and say

"I try my best. I know that I'm not her biological father, and she literally just called me dad suddenly. I'm still trying to get used to having a daughter. I've never thought in a million years that I would have a girlfriend, and a daughter"

I nodded, understanding because it took me awhile to get used to Chris being her father. I honestly thought that I would have to raise Luna by myself, but I didn't have to cause Chris is helping raise her too. After a few minutes, I hear Chris ask

"Babe, do you know what you want?"

I nodded, and said

"a cheeseburger and a coke cola"

I saw Chris smile, and pull up to the drive thru speaker. I grabbed my phone from my backpack, and turned on 'Haunted' by Evanescence. After a few seconds, Chris rolled up his window, and heard the music coming from the speakers. I saw Chris look at me, and say

"Evanescence mood, today?"

I nodded, and started singing the song. After a few minutes, Chris got the food, and sat the drinks and the bag of food down on the floorboard. Chris started pulling out of the parking lot to head to the park, when I hear Luna say

"Dada, can I have my food?"

I looked at Chris, and saw him smile and say

"Luna, you can eat your food, when we get to the playground"

I looked at Luna, and saw her roll her eyes. Chris saw her rolling her eyes too, through the rearview mirror. I hear Chris chuckle, and say

"She got her sass from you"

I glared at Chris, and said

"Well, she got her neediness from you"

I hear Chris gasped, and I hear him say

"I'm not needy"

I looked at Chris, and said

"You are in bed"

I see a little tint of blush on Chris's cheeks; I giggled, and heard Luna singing the lyrics to 'Headache'. I smiled, and turned the sound up a little. I heard Chris singing the lyrics with Luna. I smiled, and looked out of the window. I rolled it down, and started screaming lyrics out of the window. There were people, who were walking on the sidewalk, who stared or glared at me. I just flipped them off, and started screaming louder. When the song ended, I heard clapping; I looked at Chris, and saw that he was clapping at my performance. I smiled at Chris, and I felt him plant a little kiss on my cheek. I smiled, and I hear Luna say

"Dada, ewww!!!"

Chris and I chuckled, and I hear Chris say

"Am I not allowed to kiss mama?"

I saw Luna nod, and say

"No, kissing mama"

I chuckled, and asked Luna

"Why isn't daddy allowed to kiss mommy, Luna bear?"

I saw Luna roll her eyes, and say

"It's nasty"

I giggled, and turned on 'My Last Breath'. I started singing the lyrics quietly. After a few seconds, I felt a hand on my thigh. I looked over at Chris, and saw a little smile on his face. I smiled, and continued singing.

Skip to arriving at the park

Chris just parked the car in the playground parking lot. I unbuckled myself, and opened my door and got out. I grabbed the drinks, and closed my door. I saw Chris, getting Luna out of her car seat. I smiled, and started walking towards the picnic tables. I set down the drinks, and the bag of food (which Chris handed to me, since he was carrying Luna) I sat down, and started passing out the food and drinks. I gave Chris, Luna's happy meal to give to her. I handed Chris his food, but then I hear little squeaks coming from Luna. I looked over at Luna, and saw that she had the biggest smile in her face. I smiled, and asked

"What toy did you get?"

I heard her start squealing more, and I hear her say

"I got Rocket Raccoon!"

I laughed, and said

"Yay! You have Rocket and Groot now"

I saw Luna smile again, and I hear Chris say

"Okay, let's eat our food, so we can go play"

I saw Luna nod, and start eating her chicken nuggets. I smiled, and started eating my cheeseburger.

Skip to when they're done eating

We just got done eating our lunch, and saying Luna was excited was a understatement, she was over the moon excited to play on the swings. Luna started jumping up and down, saying

"Chris, dada, can you push me on the swings?!"

I hear Chris chuckle, and say

"Sure, Luna bear"

I smiled, and started throwing all of our trash away in the trash can. After throwing away the trash, I walked over to where Chris and Luna were standing. I took Luna's hand, while Chris took her other hand. I smiled, and we started walking over to the swing set. I sat down on the swing next to Luna, and started swinging myself. I saw Chris pushing Luna on the swing next to mine. I smiled, and started quietly humming. A few minutes later, I hear Luna say

"I love you, dada"

I saw that Chris was shocked, but was happy at the same time. I even saw happy tears form in his eyes. I smiled, and I hear Chris say

"I love you too, Luna bug"

I smiled, and was happy to have a wonderful boyfriend like Chris, and amazing daughter like Luna.

I hope you enjoyed reading! I'm sorry that it took a few days for me to write this. Thank you for reading! 🖤*~*

#fanfiction #fanfic #emo #motionless in white #chris motionless #motionless in white imagine #chris cerulli #chris motionless fan fiction #evanesance #luna #chris motionless imagine #chrismotionless

[realasslesbian]

To clarify: when I'm complaining about the lesbian community being overrun with breeders I don't mean every lesbian has gone out and spent tens of thousands on IVF or adoption so they can raise a kid with their lesbian partner. I mean these women are mostly all fresh outta heterosexual relationships and are pulling the ol 'I'm done with men and have decided to call myself a lesbian now'.

And, while they, as a heterosexual/bisexual demographic, far outnumber actual lesbians, they're all still convinced that they're unique and that no one ever seen a lesbian with kids before. Probably because their entire knowledge of the lesbian community has been drawn from one(1) sitting of The L Word, so they think lesbians are all sexy childless femmes who just really want to raise someone else's kids.

And there's no problem with them indulging this fantasy because (unlike all the men they've dated) other women probably won't abuse their kids. They can bring their kids around lesbians, to lesbian events, etc, and not have to worry anything is gonna happen. Which leads us to this overwhelming majority of "lesbian" child-havers demanding that every lesbian event/group/etc has to accommodate them, and shouting down any lesbian that just wants to enjoy herself sans children.

There's no point even getting to know these types of "lesbians" because give it six to twelve months and they'll realise they're not special, every other "lesbian" got a baby daddy, child custody arrangements and probably some court orders, and the minority of actual childfree lesbians are not at all interested in being involved in their messy lives. At this point said "lesbian" gonna start complaining about how 'lesbians are all evil child-haters' and 'she's so alone bc no one wants a sxy bby mama' and 'even tho she wouldn't date another woman with kids bc that's too complicated she had expected childfree lesbians to just take one for the team in her case' and now that hasn't happened she's stopped being a lesbian and got herself a boyfriend. Rinse, repeat with another fresh tsunami of breeders intent on making the lesbian community bend over backwards for them.

And this is an inherently lesbian problem, because women are the ones stuck with the kids. Gay men don't gotta worry there's gonna be annoying ass kids at their events. Gay men don't gotta worry about whether the man they're dating has sole-custody of some litter of screamers he's keeping a secret. And if that did happen a gay man could speak openly on it without an avalanche of "gay" child-havers telling him he's a piece of shit for not wanting to raise someone else's kids. These things are all primarily lesbian issues and, imo, that's why no one ever talks about it. Except to hop on the occasional post on the subject proclaiming that 'actually I'M a lesbian mother and I'M extremely unique', meanwhile your blog is heterosexual af and you be the exact type of common-ass "lesbian" who is the problem lmao

#lesbian #lgbt #childfree #childfreedom #gold star lesbian #gold star lesbians do interact #overpopulation #anti natalism

[dracoslittleangel]

Not her 2(d.m.)

It has been about three months since I broke up with Draco. And when I tell you it was hard for me, it was hard.

And it still is.

I miss him so freaking much,but at the same time I don't. I want some time to myself, to make me realise that I am worth it. I feel like I have lost myself trying to be enough for him. Keyword:trying.

I still spend hours crying over him. Hours crying as to why I wasn't good enough to make him move on from her.

I never told him to forget Astoria. No. I just asked him to move on. But obviously that didn't work.

I am trying to forget about him. I really am. But I just can't seem to do so. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I see him. I miss his touch, his voice, I miss everything about him. But then I don't have to go through constant comparison, arguing and constant reminder of how I am not Astoria, and how I will never be able to be enough, even though I might love him more than Astoria could ever do.

I don't think I could ever be able to forget him, or even move on. I just can't seem to let go. And him and I working in the same department doesn't help. That's why I haven't attended work since the break-up. I didn't want to see him. But I can't be at home forever. I have to face him someday. And today is that day. I am going to work after 3 months finally. And I am dreading it, because I will have to face him.

3rd PERSON POV It's been a week since Y/N has re-joined the ministry and so far its not that bad, mainly because she hasn't seen much of Draco. Its kind of awkward between them. No, actually its very awkward.

Draco would always try to start a conversation, but Y/N would only give short responses and dismiss him. She only talks to him when she really has to. She also has visited Scorpius a couple times, and every time she visits, he would call her 'mama' and she would always remind him that she's not his mum anymore, and never was,while looking at Draco sadly.

Today, Y/N is in a better mood, because it's her birthday. When she came to work, she was greeted and wished by many people on her way to her office, and that brought a smile to her face.

Right now, she was sitting in her office, recalling the time when Draco forgot her birthday. And she didn't even say anything to him, thinking it was just because of work. She scoffed at the memory.

On the other hand, Draco was on his way to her office, along with Scorpius. Scorp insisted that he had made a gift for Y/N for her birthday, and he wanted to see her. Breaking-up with Y/N was hard for Draco too, and he's gonna lie if he said he doesn't miss her. He didn't realize how dependent he was on her until she was gone. He still loves her too. Life is hard for him without her. She always used to make him feel better. But she isn't there anymore, but for her own good. He wants her to move on, to find someone better than him, or so he thought.

He knocked on her office door and heard a faint 'come in'. He was about to enter when he heard his name being called. He turned around and saw Harry Potter, the head of the department. "I want the file I gave you yesterday, I have to check something in it.", he said. Draco nodded his head and turned to Scorpius. "You go inside. I'll be there soon,yeah?", he asked. Scorpius nodded and rushed inside.

"MAMA!",he yelled excitedly. Y/N looked up from her work and smiled. "Scorp, I have told you I am not your mama", she sighed.

But Scorpius just ignored her comment. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY,MAMA!", he crawled on her lap and showed her the drawing he made for her birthday.

The drawing had 3 stick figures, the smallest one had 'me' written above it. And the tallest one had 'dad'. And the last one was Y/N's, which had 'best mama' written above it, in a messy yet beautiful handwriting.

Y/N sadly smiled at the picture.

"Do you like it?", asked Scorpius, looking at her with his big grey eyes. Y/N smiled and hugged him close to her.

"I love it, thank you so so much Scorp!", she kissed his head repeatedly.

Scorpius then crawled down from her lap and pulled on her hand, which made her stand up. "Let's go somewhere!", he looked up at her. "And where do you want to go, Scorp?", she chuckled. "Let's go to...Hogsmeade?", he asked her. "I am sorry Scorp, I have work. How about we go when I finish my work? Till then you can...play here?", she looked at him expectantly. "Okay!", he smiled up at her and went to explore her office.

Just then she heard another knock, and in came Draco. He looked at her from head to toe. She looked really good(and hot) in her white formal attire.(its above if you wanna see it) He always liked when she dressed formal, but never told her. When she noticed him check her out, her cheeks burned, which she tried to hide. She cannot feel this way anymore, she tried to remind herself. "Uh..Happy birthday, Y/N!", he greeted awkwardly, looking at everything but her. "Thanks", she coldly replied. He then looked and her and said the words he might have never said to her before. "Y-you look really good", he complimented.  Something in her snapped when he said this. "I'd prefer if you don't comment on my appearance", she snapped. Scorpius was busy exploring the various kinds of quills in her quill stand. How dare he? He never complimented her when they were together, why now then?

And Draco felt something in his stomach at this, and they weren't butterflies.

Just then, they heard a knock on the door. It was Y/N's secretary. "Excuse me ma'am, but there's someone who would like to meet you.", she said. "Belle, I told you so many times to call me Y/N, and who is it?", she asked confused. "I don't know, but they said they know you." "Alright..send them in." She was still confused as to who could this be when the door opened again, and in came someone Y/N hadn't seen in a while. Ernie Macmillan. Y/N's bestfriend since Hogwarts. He shifted to America just after graduation and Y/N hadn't seen him since then. She gasped and ran up to hug him. "Oh my god, Ernie!", she spoke into the hug. He chuckled and hugged her back. "Yes, it's me." "I missed you! How have you been?", she broke from the hug, pure excitement written on her face. "I have been fine. How have you been?" Y/N took a deep breath and answered with a small smile,"I am good. When did you get here?" "Just yesterday, couldn't miss my bestfriend's 23 birthday now, could I?", he teased. "It's so good to see you again", she smiled. Ernie just looked at her and smiled. "Happy birthday, Y/N", he said and hugged her again, unaware of certain grey-blue eyes glaring at them.

Ernie broke from the hug and looked behind Y/N to see Draco and Scorpius. "Malfoy", he greeted Draco with a single nod which was returned by him. He then looked at Scorpius, whose attention was now turned to him. "And who might you be?",he asked Scorp with a smile. Scorpius puffed his chest out and answered,"Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy." He definitely got that from his father. Ernie just looked at him and chuckled, surprised by how he looked exactly like his father. He then turned to Y/N again. "So, do you want to hang out later? Maybe we could catch-up?" "Sure!", Y/N smiled. "How about we go for dinner tonight then?" Before Y/N could answer, someone cut off. "NO! Mama and I are going to Hogsmeade today!", Scorpius pouted. Possessive, just like his father.

"Mama?", asked Ernie and looked at Y/N with furrowed eyebrows. Before Y/N had the chance to explain, she got cut off,again. "Yes, Mama.", Draco interjected. "But didn't you marry Greengrass?", he asked. Y/N looked at Draco and saw him tense up, so she decided to answer for him. "Ernie, Astoria uh..died of a blood curse.", she sighed sadly. "Oh, I am sorry Malfoy.", he said with sympathy, to which Draco just nodded. She turned to Ernie again. "And Scorpius calls me 'mama' because I-uh..me a-and D-Draco..w-we"- Before she could finish, Draco cut her off, again. "We are dating." She looked at him with widened eyes. "What?",she half-yelled. "We are dating." "No, we are not. I don't think you remember but we broke up,Draco.", she answered coldly. Scorpius and Ernie just looked at both of them. "Uh..I think I should g-go.", Ernie said. He then looked at Scorpius and thought it was best if he doesn't witness his dad and his 'mama' argue, so he asked him if he wanted to go get ice-cream, to which Scorpius happily agreed to, forgetting all about the argument.

After they were gone, Y/N turned to Draco again. "What was that,Draco?", she shouted. Draco just looked at her and walked closer, and she took one step backward with each step he took forward,until her back hit the wall. "W-what are you doing?",she asked, her voice weak, when Draco suddenly put his head in the crook of her neck, and she felt something wet on her neck. He was crying. "I am sorry, I am so so sorry.", he kept whispering into her neck. "Please take me back, please give me another chance.", he was now starting to cry harder. "I miss you. I m-miss you so f-fucking much. I know you deserve better, someone who'll take care of you much better. I am just m-messed up, I know that. But I am s-selfish, I can't stand seeing y-you with someone else. I lost Astoria, I can't lose y-you too." Y/N lifted his head from her neck so she could look at him. He looked devastated, which brought tears into her own eyes. "But Draco, I am not her, I cannot be her, I don't wanna be her." "Yes, you are not her. You are you. And I am sorry I didn't see that earlier.I love you as you are. You don't have to be her, just be with me. I am sorry for all the pain I put you through,but please give me another chance, I promise I'll be better. I promise it will be worth it. I want to make up for all the times I hurt you. Just please.", he looked at her with pleading eyes. The same eyes that melted her heart everytime she looked into them. Including this time. She slightly nodded her head and watched his eyes lit up. She gave in, once again. She simply couldn't resist him. "R-really?", he asked with hope in his eyes. "Yes.", she nodded again and bit her lip. Draco's eyes went to her lips, and he connected his lips with her, in a passionate,loving kiss. She tried to pull away for breath, but Draco deepened the kiss. He finally let go, both out of breath. He buried his face in her shoulder and kissed it lightly. "Thank you, thank you, Y/N. I promise it will be worth it. I love you, my darling.",he whispered.

And he did change. He did become better at expressing how much he loves her for her. They both got married shortly after, and not to mention the pure look of excitement on Scorpius' face when he found out that he was going to be an elder brother.

YAYYYY

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[spookyc]

Discussion of abuse tw

You know, old discourse from yesterday's lie and anne-sterminator have convinced me that yall don't know what actual abuse is. Being worried and concerned for your child that isn't telling you the full story or is actively causing harm to other people isn't abuse.

I'm sorry, but the summer camp wasn't abuse, camila was forced to make a tough decision because luz was causing physical harm to her peers. That isn't abuse. And we even learn from yesterday's lie that the camp wasn't nearly as bad as luz initially thought. Camila isn't an "abusive" mother for wanting her daughter to come home from a place that is literally called the demon realm. Yes, Camila didn't fully understand her daughter, but she always wanted what was best for her. That isn't abuse.

Now let's move to Mrs. Boonchuy. So mama boonchuy has been told this half-baked story about what happened to her daughter during her 5 month disappearance. Anne isn't telling the full truth but Mama B has no reason to doubt her, not when there's talking anthropomorphic frogs sitting right across from her. And throughout the episodes she's seen how much her daughter has grown, how responsible and mature she's become. She proud of the person she has become. Keep in mind the fact that Anne is still withholding information from her, (still is, since I assume Mama B didn't read the letters Anne was writing.) So, when the cloakbot comes crashing down in their yard and chases Anne through the house, Mama B is forced to confront that her daughter really hasn't changed. That she's still willing to lie to her face even after everything. So, of course she's weary to trust her daughter again when she was lied to for so long. About a bloodthirsty salamander king sending his minions to kill Anne mind you. It's not that she's "suddenly turning on her daughter." You have to imagine the whiplash Mama B must have gone through from having her daughter become an almost entirely new person only to be revealed to continously be falling back on her old harmful habits. Habits that Mama B would know all to well at this point. Of course she's going to be upset, she's not just worried for Anne's life but also the rest of her family (plantars included). It was also a stressful as hell situation, that had to at least have had some impact in Mama B's heightened emotions. She isn't berating Anne because she's "abusive" she's doing it because she wants Anne to be better, which guess what? Also isn't abusive.

As someone who has grown up with a parent that has verbally abused me throughout my whole life, its really frustrating to see people (mostly kids) label these kinds of parents as abusive. And I know the children saying this don't really know better and I'm not lambasting them. I just don't want this kind of message getting spread around and further blurring the lines for kids who suffer from actual abuse.

#amphibia #toh #the owl house #camila noceda #luz noceda #mrs boonchuy #anne boonchuy #discourse #tw abuse

[valewright67]

How do you think Baltra will react to Kaven and Soren calling both Elizabeth and Meliodas ‘Mama?’

He flips out. This is when Meliodas hasn't quite come back yet, they come to the castle, and she leaves the Boar Hat - and Mel - under the guard of Ban. She brings the boys with her to introduce them to her father and sisters.

When she's greeting them, they stay behind her nervously, but she puts a hand on either of their heads gently.

"This is Kavan, and this is Soren. They're Meliodas’s sons that he talked about."

They're given Hello's, and then Kavan clocks his head. "Are you Mama Ellies other family?"

They're necks damn near snap from the whiplash. "D-Did you just call her Mama??"

Elizabeth flushed a little, as did the boys, but they nodded. "We started- we started calling her that after Mama Mel-" Soren broke off when his voice broke and she guided him against her gently, rubbing his shoulders soothingly. Elizabeth gave a pained smile. "Meliodas adopted them, you remember that. And until he comes back, I'm taking care of them instead."

They looked at her sadly. Margaret moved to put a hand on her cheek. "Oh, Elizabeth... You know that he's not- people don't just- He's DEAD, sweetie."

Elizabeth's look turned a little hard and she gently removed her sisters touch. "He'll come back. I know he will. Don't ask how I know, I just do."

The boys nod firmly. They're sure he'll come back too.

_-_-_-_-_

Meliodas did, eventually, come back. He was talking to a VERY stunned Bartra with either of the boys hugging his sides. He put an arm over their shoulders and kept them close. Elizabeth was behind him, pressed along his back, arms crossed over his collar, cheek resting in his fluffy golden hair, and just basking in him.

"How are you alive? You were dead, the only other person I've seen return from the dead is Sir Ban, and he's immortal."

"Exactly."

"What?"

Meliodas smiled a little tiredly at Veronica. "I am not immortal in the same way Ban was. But if I am killed, I will revive within a few months, depending on how long it takes my body to recover. It didn't take too long this them, since Elizabeth healed my wounds."

He was met with stunned stares. Bartra cleared his throat. "Did... Elizabeth know that?" He shook his head. "She did not. The only person among the sins who knew prior to this was Merlin. And that's because she's seen me revive before, considering she's my daughter."

"Wait, then how was Elizabeth so sure you'd come back?"

"He promised me." Elizabeth whispered, tightening her grip on him a little bit. "He promised me that no matter what happened, he would always return to me. I trusted him to keep his word."

He tilted his head back a little and rubbed his nose along her jawline. It may or may not have been demon instinct, scenting her, but it was also to comfort her, because he could CERTAINLY smell the distress and grief that radiated off of her and he knew that there had been a part of her that believed him gone forever. She smiled and pressed her nose and mouth back against his hair.

"...Sir Meliodas..." King Bartra started warily. "What, exactly, is your relationship with my daughter?"

Elizabeth tensed immediately, but Meliodas just smiled. "Whatever she wants it to be. I'll take her any way I can have her." She squeaked and blushed, and he laughed. Soren looked between them curiously. "Mama Mel, are you and Mama Ellie gonna get married?"

Poor Elizabeth looked like she was about to pass out, she was so red, and Meliodas ruffled his hair. "That's a conversation for another time, bud."

He didn't say no.

Her father and sisters were damn near scandalized, and Elizabeth spoke up. "Can we not talk about all that right now? I'm just... please, Father, we just got him back." She swept a gentle hand over the boys hair.

Bartra softened a little. "Of course. Excuse us, we were just surprised. I am glad you've returned to us, Sir Meliodas. Though, I do have one question?"

"Yeah sure, what is it?"

"... why did they call you Mama?"

"Oh, that's easy. Demons don't have gender roles the same way humans do. So it makes no difference whether I am father or mother. The important part is that I'm parent. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Why did you two start calling him mother instead of father."

"Mama Ellie called him a mother hen, which was really funny!" Kavan said with a giggle, and Soren nodded, adding on his own piece. "And Sir Ban told us to call him that to see what happened."

Meliodas snorted. "Of course he did."

_-_-_-_-_

Basically, Bartra is a little startled with Mama Mel, and VERY startled with Mama Ellie. He allows it once he understands the situation better, but as the weeks pass, he starts asking more and more about the nature of their relationship, because no PLATONIC pair acts like they do, and if he's going to have a son-in-law and grandsons, he wants to KNOW, dammit!

#mama mel

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Just think about it

Erix wasn't always treated poorly once he met the mortal world we call home

1943 amid world war two a little girl found a second resting place of the greek demigod himself. Small and kind she had seen the demi good lurking in the said forest of molching, Germany. "I thought you'll like shepherd pie" she sat the said dish in front of a small tombstone. Eyes watch the small girl retrace her steps and once she fades out of view he appeared.

Every day she'll offer a dish of food or an item, sometimes she'll wait to see if the mysterious man would reveal himself but he never did. "I saw a baby goat today" she spoke to thin air whilst writing something "I also heard that Jews are bad is it true are they, bad people?" Erix could only watch and listen.

The following day it started raining so she came running "I thought you might need this" an umbrella...she gave her one and only umbrella. She ran back but the demigod could only watch until she left. A soaked hand reaches for the umbrella, one umbrella...her umbrella. The said umbrella wasn't colorful or pretty instead it was blain black but it didn't matter for the thought matters more than anything.

The next day she came back to see a note and an umbrella "Huh?' she reads the small letter with a smile. "You are kind" the girl jumps in joy within a few weeks more and more letters appear along with a few knick-knacks. She welcomed the little things with gratitude and a small squeal of excitement "Ma, said we've to practice safety protocols" once again another story. "She seems worried that Pa may not come back from the big field" Erix could only smile weakly.

Pure and innocent Erix vows to make sure she lives to see the world evolve until she dies on her account. "I'll protect you" the next letter reads "What do you mean?" the little girl looks around only to come up empty. She once brought a travel-sized radio "Wanna listen to some music" Erix listens to the melody while the girl dances. With such welcoming movements, she dances alongside her laughter if only she could see the smile and joy she gives the demigod.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months "It's my birthday soon, I wonder if Ma would be able to bake me a cake". The small girl sat down and starts reading "I wish Pa could be here to celebrate with us" Erix's heart sank at her words. Now another thing came up when she never showed up the following day.

Last night enemy pilots painted the sky, and the loud music of booms came to be. Erix leaves his placement in the forest to try and find the girl herself but he couldn't find her anywhere: houses are laid empty by the look of it and the sound of blazing sirens made him scared for the child's life. Erix hasn't felt this fearful for another's life in many years and now it's becoming overwhelming to believe she is indeed gone.

Four days pass by and nothing until a little "I'm sorry" the small girl's voice "Ma said I had to focus on school". Erix smiles through his tears "I'd of told you earlier but the evil plains showed up" a shaky kept the demigod from causing any noise. "Here I bought you a book" she smiles and sits down but whatever she said next blurs out of existence for Erix had to keep his beating heart from killing him.

Erix watches from afar when the girl opens her gift through the window "A crown!". Demigod himself gave her his crown "How pretty" her mother says while crying "Mama please don't cry". The girl's mother woke to a knock and noticed the small boxed gift at the foot of her door. Her mother became happy to see the girl had a friend who cares enough to give her a gift even though they aren't there in person.

Many months have passed with new strict rules so Erix would stalk the girl's home in the dead of night. She grew happy once she saw a letter taped to the front door. They were nothing but good morning letters and a little story of what Erix had done throughout the day and how he enjoyed her company.

If only he saw it coming then he would have done everything to keep her from harm. The Nazis raids her home when he was waiting for the little girl in the middle of the day. Erix grew concerned so he shows up to check on her and with a glassy daze he runs. Entering the home of the little girl to a mess and there are little to no signs that she's there. She was gone from the scene "No, no. Please...please" he gasps out while moving about the home.

She's not in her room or her mother's and the basement lays in an untouchable mess but then Erix notices a little cot. "They kept a Jew" Erix dashes out of the house in search of the girl and her mother. "Where are they...C'mon dammit" he demands himself to move forward.

Only coming to a halt to possible places they'd visit but nothing "Please...they've to be here somewhere" Erix stops toa halt once he saw a bundle of people in town square. Shoving through the horde of people came to prove to be a complex task "MOVE! MOVE!" he yells whilst snaking through the crowd. Erix wanted to scream at the sight before him "No..." there the two hung unresponsive.

The mayor chants out rubbish about they're the enemy while Erix's eyes grew watery. Mayor shouldn't have placed the girl's crown upon his head to display some form of power. The town square shook with a powerful quake "Shouldn't have done that" Erix mutters. People run away while Erix's anger caused an earthquake. The fear in the mayor's eyes was the last thing Erix remembered before the endangerment subsided.

Erix sat down his shovel "I'm so sorry I couldn't keep you, safe little princess" Erix's heart grew and died that day. That's why he doesn't visit or mention Germany for the memories are too much to handle.

#My oc #Greek oc #My marvel oc #fanfic #moon knight #male oc #world war two #character development #mcu oc #marvel mcu #greek myth fanfic #greek myth aesthetic #greek myth edit

[silverhallow]

Hello best prompt taker in the world , would you indulge me in an 87 + Grecy?

So a little bit of Grecy fluff for you coming up…

the prompt “hey I was going to eat that”

Lucy Bridgerton was pleased with the way her life was going, yes it had been a bit of a whirlwind up this point but she was a wife, she had a bouncing baby girl and she had a family who loved her and a husband that she just could not get enough of, and he thankfully could not get enough of her.

But she also had a little secret, a secret that she had yet to tell her husband, but she had planned to tell him soon but he had been out with their daughter Katherine, or Kate, to visit her namesake and Lucy had said to Gregory that she had been feeling a little under the weather and would remain at home.

She had sent her trusted ladies maid to fetch the doctor, she wanted everything confirmed before she told her husband. She was pretty sure but as she had yet to start really feeling under the weather she needed to be sure. She didn’t want to disappoint him.

Gregory was a man who was born to be a father, they had joked about giving his parents a run for their money with the size of their brood. Lucy knew it was a joke, but compared to her sister’s in law, when they complained about being pregnant, it had been a breeze for her. She had hardly been sick. It was just like one day this bump appeared and nothing else had changed. It had infuriated Kate, Daphne and Sophie… even Penelope had been put out by it. Hyacinth was the only other person who seemed to have a rather uneventful pregnancy and birth… she hadn’t even laboured long with Katherine.

When she recounted her story to Kate, the woman had sworn at her… each of her babies had hardly seemed to want to come… and well Lucy knew of the trouble Sophie had gone through with Charlie when he was born, and how close she had come to dying herself when giving birth to Violet… it still made Benedict pale whenever it was brought up.

Lucy was just… lucky she assumed.

The doctor left with a bright smile and a congratulations and Lucy was over the moon, to have another baby with Kate only 5 months old… people would be surprised but the moment Lucy had felt up to it, she and Greg had been at it again… and again… really it was a surprise it hasn't happened sooner but from Lucy’s calculations… it was probably within a week or two… Kate would be maybe 1 year and 1 month by the time their next addition came along.

Lucy made her way down the stairs in the little parlour and had her cook fetch her up some dinner, her cook knew to make sure her sandwiches were ordered just like Lucy liked them, those with no meat, those with meat, all separate and in their own little sections. It made Lucy shudder when people mixed them up. Neat and Order that was what Lucy liked, even with a baby everything in their house was neat, it was ordered, Lucy’s wardrobe was all colour co-ordinated and she had done the same for Gregory, and she’d done it whilst 8 months pregnant. She had seen the state of it and it she couldn’t sleep knowing it was like that.

Lucy was laughing to herself lightly about it, as she sipped her tea when she heard the door open and her husband's voice trail through the house  “Lucy looooo we’re home”

Lucy could practically hear the smile on her husband’s face as he came in. She heard a mumble from their butler, obviously telling him where the lady of the house was and not even 30 seconds later Gregory was coming through the door, Kate in his arms.

“There’s Mama Kitty Kat” he grinned as his daughter squealed excitedly to see her Mama and waved her arms around.

Gregory leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wife’s head and handed her their daughter. “Hello my little sweetpea” Lucy said to her daughter as she placed her on her lap. “Did we have fun at Aunt Kate’s?” she asked

“She did. Kate hardly let her go” Greg chuckled as he flopped down next to his wife on the sofa and leaning down and grabbing one of her cucumber sandwiches and rammed into his mouth

“Hey! I was going to eat that! Lucy said indignantly and pouting at her husband

“We can get some more surely” Gregory said innocently before grabbing another.

“Hey! I can’t believe you’re stealing food from your pregnant wife!” she snapped at him playfully.

Gregory choked on the sandwich, his eyes bulged and in the most inelegant way possible he spat out the sandwich onto the tray “p...p….pregnant?” he said looking at her “are you serious!?” he exclaimed his voice red from choking

Lucy smirked and nodded “it’s why i’ve been a little out of sorts… I have missed two courses… I suspect Baby number 2 shall be here a little while after sweetpea turns 1” she grinned.

“OH Lucy that is the best news ever!!!” he explained as he pulled his girls into his arms. Kate giggling as her parents kissed above her and 7.5 months later Richard Bridgerton came screaming into the world

#ashley’s ask and answers #ashley’s writing #ashley’s prompts #bridgerton #lucy x gregory #gregory bridgerton #Lucy bridgerton #grecy #grucinda #gregory bridgerton is an adorable sweetheart no wonder lucy had nine of his children #like seriously they were rabbits

[iamknicole]

MJ

Family Ties

Elijah looked down at his watch for the fifth time in the last forty minutes and blew. Him and Morgan had brought her ten year old, MJ, to Air Strike, an inside trampoline park so he could play and so they could meet his dad for the pick up. They agreed on one but it was now twenty minutes to two.

"Is he gonna show up or what?" Elijah asked softly.

Morgan sighed looking down at her phone, "He just texted me and said he'll be here in two minutes."

"Does that really mean two minutes?"

"Nope," she chuckled, "That means ten. He's getting on my nerves. This is the third time this month that he's been late and he's stood MJ up twice."

Elijah sucked his teeth.

"That's why you ain't tell him?"

"Yeah, I don't want him being all sad when his dad stands him up. So to keep that from happening I said I'd bring him somewhere gee wants to go and let that be where his dad comes"

Elijah nodded, "That way if he doesn't show up he still has a good time?"

"Basically, yeah."

MJ ran over to them and tapped Elijah. "E, watch me! I'm gonna flip into there foam pit."

"Oh no you won't," Morgan interjected, "You are not breaking your neck on my watch. No, sir."

"But, Mama, it's foam! I got this!"

"I said no, MJ."

Elijah slipped off his shoes and stood from his seat then took off his jacket tossing it into his chair.

"I'll go witchu, MJ, we can do it together. I'll make sure you don't break ya neck or we'll have a broken neck together."

Ignoring the glare Morgan was giving him, Elijah ran with MJ over to the foam pit. She took pictures of them taking turns jumping into the foam pit and doing little tricks.

"Why he still in there? I told you I'd be here in two minute?"

Morgan rolled her eyes turning to MJ's dad's, "He's in there because I knew your ass would be late so I paid for two hours and he's gonna play for two hours."

"Yeah okay. Why is dude over there with my son? I told you I ain't want him around my son."

"Boy, don't play with me. You're barely around your son so you don't get to tell me who I can bring around."

"Keep it up, Morgan."

"Whatever, Monroe."

Elijah noticed a man who looked liked MJ approach Morgan. Here stood and watched for a few minutes. When he saw her body language change, he told MJ that he'd be back ashf jogged over to them. He stood beside Morgan, his hands clasped in front of him.

"What's up, man?"

Monroe sucked his teeth, "Morgan, call my son over here so we can go."

Elijah chuckled softly, "He's playing man. Let em enjoy himself."

"I don't think I was talking to you. I was talking to my baby mama."

"When you talkin' to her then you talkin' to me. And I just told your late ass he was playin. Leave em alone, let em have his phone."

Monroe stepped closer to Elijah, looking him in his eyes. "Boy, uno better mind your business. I'm talking to Morgan not your bitch ass."

"That's cute. You tryna get your ass beat in front of your son."

Morgan stepped between them, looking up at Elijah, "Baby, don't. It's not worth it at all."

"Not worth the ass whooping," Monroe added.

Just as Elijah got ready to say something MJ ran up to them and hugged his father.

"Dad! What you doin here?"

Monroe hugged his son back and smiled. "I came to get you. You ready?"

"I got like a hour left though."

"Its alright, Roe. Ya dad got something better planned for us."

"Something like what?"

"Well, I might have gotten us tickets to the basketball game."

MJ's smile grew wider. "What? The Heat vs. Lakers game?"

"You know it, my man. And if we wanna get to Miami in time we gotta go now."

MJ hugged Morgan quickly and kissed her cheek then went to Elijah doing their secret handshake. Monroe told him to go grab his shoes.

Morgan was happy to see her son excited but she wasn't excited about seeing his father.

"I have his bag in Elijah's truck. MJ needs to get it out when we get outside."

Monroe shook his head, "No need. I went and got his some stuff before I came." Rolling get eyes, Morgan pulled Elijah over to where MJ was and gave him one last hug and kiss.

"Charge your phone and call merr when you get there, MJ."

"Yes ma'am, mama. I love you."

"Love you too, baby. Go have fun."

Morgan watched MJ leave with his father and turned to face Elijah. He looked down at her smiling and kissed her forehead.

"He'll be back, baby."

"I know I just hate his father. He pops up whenever he wants with something extravagant to make MJ forget he hasn't seen him in a month or however long. He sets him up to be sad again."

"MJ is old enough to understand. He'll catch on and when he does it wont bother him as much. You just do what you do best and be his mother. The very best mother."

Morgan smiled back at him, "Your smooth ass always knows what to say."

"I do and now that the kid is gone, I got some other things I need to say."

Morgan laughed and grabbed his hand, "Boy, come on. Let's go home."

#family ties fic #elijah & morgan

[kayah16]

An: Benny sees Mama Hanna in his dream.

Benny looked around his Mother's empty house. Blood still everywhere. Glass broken. Furniture moved. It felt like hell. It didnt feel like his Mother's home. He looked at the spot that he picked her lifeless body up from. He looked at the dry blood. That was his Mother's blood. His Mother, who didnt want much out of life.

She just wanted him and Candace to do better. She wanted better for them because she didn't have the best. Tears coming down his face as he tried to get the image out his head but he couldn't. This was the second time he has held a dead family member in his arms and it didnt sit well with him. He gave it one last look before heading to his room to go to bed.

He walked in the kitchen and stopped to look at the now empty area. His mother would have been cooking something for him and singing. He walked out the kitchen and upstairs, his footsteps slow as he knew he had to pass her room. Even though it was only a few seconds Benny felt like it was years. His mothers bed room door open.

He walked in the room and his breathing became shallow. His brown eyes landed on a piece of paper that was laying on her bed. Walking towards the bed he picked the looseleaf paper up and started to read the letter.

Dear Benjamin,

If you are reading this, your sisters wish has come true. I am now dead. I did a lot of wrong and I have always admitted that, but the way I am to blame for the way she turned out haunts me. Could I have been a better mother? Yes. Did I try? Yes. I didn't have a handbook to help me when I was pregnant with her. I wish you would have listened to me though. You dont know more than your mother. I told you she was trouble and you argued me down. Now look I'm dead and gone. Won't be able to hold my grandbaby. Won't be able to help you. I guess that's my fault? Maybe it is. Maybe I should have let you die in that Coma and aborted Candace. Maybe I'll still be on Earth. I'm not. Even though you both hated me, I always loved y'all and always wanted the best for y'all. I love you Benjamin even if you didn't love me back. I love you.

Benny felt like a knife had just entered his chest as he read his Mother's letter. He did love her, but he had a fucked up way of showing it. Benny laid down on his Mother's bed the letter right by his head. Onyx eyes shedding tear after tear messing up the ink on the paper. He cried out into the silent room as his body started to shake.

She didn't think he loved her. She didn't think he loved her. Benny cried himself to sleep. His dreams was like a motion picture everything going fast. Everything played back for him when he was in a coma and his mother never left his side. To when he bought Candace back into their lives.

Their were no smiles or nothing everything was heartache and pain. Benny seen her in a long white robe. Her hair in her natural state and she looked beautiful. Benny walked up to her and he seen something he hasn't seen in a long time she was smiling. Even though he was crying.

"Mommy, I'm sorry."

"It is what it is Benjamin. The fact Breast Cancer didnt take me out but you and your sister did says a lot."

"If God gives me one more chance I'll do better. Just please dont leave me."

"As much as you used to say what God and what can God do? Or the here we go whenever I talked about God. You want another chance?"

"I do. I don't want to be without my Mommy."

"Benjamin this is the happiest I have ever been. I do love you but I know you dont love me. Go be happy. Go do what you want. You no longer have to worry about me nagging you."

"What do I do now Mommy?"

"Do better by Melissa."

Benny watched as Mama Hanna walked away from him not bothering to give him a hug or a kiss. He jumped up out his sleep to see Melissa standing their in her 8 month pregnant glory.

"I'm sorry I didnt mean to scare you. I'm going to the doctor."

"Wait let me go freshen up and I'll take you."

"You dont have to. I know how much you cant stand me."

Benny watched with regretful eyes as Melissa made her way out the room. He really needed to change his ways and change them fast.

An: Angst. Sucks. Sorry.

@queenreignsempire

#benny fic #mama hanna fic #kayah writes a mess #haves and have nots fic

[sexatoxbridge]

I really liked your opinion on Louis's article. The comments in the beginning about personal problems didn't phase me because timing wise we learned had to do with his mum.The mention about fanatical fans really had to do with the shit show @ the airport. But the article has spread & the general public knows more about him. The fandom & industry execs know how incredible he is. It is rather odd he stayed at Syco and a bid deal hasn't been made about it. So that's really what I'm curious about.

As far as I can see Syco is only using Louis Tomlinson to promote their human trash panda James Arthur. Trash Panda is actually way too nice a description so just take the “panda” part out. 

I’m really glad that Louis did a project with Steve Aoki, but sometimes given Steve’s relationship with Simon Cowell (they were both meant to work on a DJ talent contest together back in 2015) it doesn’t always seem as organic as it was made out to be. Kind of like when Simon tweeted this

And then a couple months later Zayn, having recently gone solo, was in the studio with him. 

The result of “Just Hold On” was fantastic and genuinely the most stunt and drama free I’ve ever seen Louis Tomlinson™, and I’m definitely not doubting their friendship, I’m just saying that Louis Tomlinson™ is a business. Just like Harry Styles™, Liam Payne™, Zayn Malik™ and Noll™. 

Speaking of Niall, may I once again point out how aggressively Niall is the perfect example of “one of these things is not like the other”? 

I cannot name one girl that Niall has dated in the past two to three years besides Selena Gomez and even that is just because someone I know saw them making out in Shoreditch House with their own two eyes. Selena Gomez was in London with Niall Horan and there were ZERO articles about it, but Louis Tomlinson’s girlfriend wears clothes and it’s Daily Mail worthy? Niall is the only member of One Direction who has been able to release music without being publicly attached to a woman. Why? 

Niall can hang out and be all over other women’s snapchats without being rumoured to be dating them and yet some rando buys the same shirt as Harry Styles and suddenly she’s “The One”...but only until his album has dropped and his tour has sold out and then he dumped her or she dumped him depending on which tabloid you’re reading. 

Louis Tomlinson, despite being in LA numerous times over the past 285 days, didn’t post one thing about that baby on Instagram, and yet three weeks before his single is coming out he’s teaching the baby to play guitar and is suddenly father of the year? He was rumoured to have cheated on his ex-girlfriend, which resulted in said baby, then proceeded to be rumoured to be thinking about marrying the baby mama, then dropped her like Netflix drops diversity for another woman who a year later he’s rumoured to be thinking about marriage with, then dumps her, gets back with the original gf and now they’re goals and also rumoured to be engaged? I’ve never met a twenty-five year old man who wants to get married as badly to any woman as Louis Tomlinson apparently wants to marry every woman he dates.

The general public knows everything there is to possibly know about Louis Tomlinson™ except for the way his music sounds. I really, genuinely hope that this shit show pays off in terms of converting public interest in his soap opera of a life into music sales, but once again the only promotion I’m seeing for Louis’ music is from fans. Bebe Rexa is the only person connected to Louis’ career IN MUSIC that I can see talking about his music. Does his team genuinely think there’s going to be a “No Control Project” for every single thing they fuck up? 

I’m just sick and fucking tired of Louis Tomlinson being used to promote everybody’s career but his own. 

#sao replies #sao louis #louis tomlinson #Anonymous