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[brucewaynehater101]

I haven't seen much fanwork discussing Tim Drake after the whe BruceQuest debacle dealing with the JL fallout.

Like, his reputation was fucked over similar to the way electrical wiring gets fried after a fork gets stuck in a socket. That's a shit ton of damage that is permanent or needs to be cleared up.

Here's some ways that Tim's reputation (being so lost in grief that he is lost to delusions and grasping at straws) might affect him even after Bruce came back and resumed regular correspondence with the JL:

Red Robin is trying to help the JL with missions, but he keeps receiving microagressions from some members questioning his plans or evidence.

Red Robin has to constantly prove himself to new members of the JL or heroes just out and about in the field.

Tim is minding his own business as he runs his shit in another country when someone who's heard the rumors of Tim "losing it" tries to stop him.

Tim, who already had a shaky belief in the JL cause he (a child) had to step up to prevent Batman from killing someone, loses all faith in adult heroes. He justified to himself that maybe the JL just didn't realize how bad it was. Maybe that's why they didn't step in to prevent criminals from becoming Batman's victims. In the end, Tim had trusted them to do what was right when they had the information to do so. The BruceQuest tore that belief to shreds and removed the JL from the respected pedestals he had placed them on. He can't trust them to always do what was right. He had to ensure that they did what was right or that he did it by himself.

Anyways, gossip cultures can absolutely destroy and harm someone. I think Tim would suffer the effects of that. Yes, there's plenty of technology for information to be passed around fast. However, you can't discuss a lot of classified information over tech. The tech they do give out for classified information would ban usage of the tech for gossip. So, how does every hero find out? When they run into another hero who tells them. This could take years for some heroes to find out what has happened.

Combine this with Tim never receiving a public correction for what occurred? People might not realize that him "having a mental breakdown" was actually no one believing in him. They may not understand that he proved he was correct or that the two were even correlated. All the info passed down might just be that Batman's third Robin "lost it."

So, Tim has to constantly fight back against allegations and has to reaffirm that he is mentally sound.

There can be Clark, Dick, and other main heroes apologizing or feeling bad for their actions, but the consequences should go beyond that.

You could tie in other heroes that have suffered from the hero rumor mill. Roy and Tim could have a few chats about it. Heck, Jason and Tim could chat about it.

[fuzzythoughtsblog]

So I'm in love with the BFFs sister Troup. Especially in a omegavere scenario.

I imagine my beta best friends alpha sister get handsy when BFF's not looking. Like placing her hand on my thigh under the dinner table or hugging me for way too long after sleepovers. It's not that she's a bad person just a little inappropriate when it comes to me. Which is weird because she not like that to any other Omega.

Despite this I'm not afraid of her, so when my friend texts me a invite to a sleepover I agree with out thinking. I'm surprised when her sister opens the door.

"Hiiii, Omega. Whatcha doing? "

I try to push her out of my to look for my friend. I go up to my friends room but she's not there. I check my phone for any cancelations but their are none. When I walk out of my friends room I question her sister and where she is.

"Oh yeah I think she's in my room looking for a jacket I "apparently" stole from her. "

I go to look for my friend in the room she pointed me to but no ones in there and the place is a mess. I then hear a click of the doors lock and turn around to see my friends sister practically panting. Then it hits me the smell of an alpha in rut. How did I not notice? Then as I look around the room I see packages of scent blockers. My brain tells me to run and she seems to notice.

"H-HHey don't panic I... I just want to talk okay. "

I look at her and nod. She slowly stocks towards me. " Good, Good Omega. Do you realize what's going on? " I say yes. She continues to move closer. "G-good so you know this isn't me. (Pants) Fuck, I made a really stupid, rut filled decision. " she continues closer and closer with her hand over her nose. "Fuck your just sso pretty. Have you ever been fucked by an Alpha?"

I wince at this question knowing where it's leading. She seems to notice. "I'm sorry that's, such a stupid fucking question. I just... you smell so good ... even from here. Just so good." I back away from her causing her to lung forward but I dodge out of the way. And now our positions change. Only one problem the door is key locked. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that it's just hard doing these things alone. And toys they don't help. "

I continue to look at her trying to anticipate her next move. Looking around the room for a weapon but all that's on the ground is scent blocker wrappers and broken cum filled toys " My sister hasn't fucked you yet right? " to this I stumble back in utter confusion and surprise."Oh, she hasn't told you yet? Fuck, yeah you have two sisters fantasizing over you little Omega." I think about escaping through the window but it's to high up.

"But I was first, I had feelings for you long before she did! I remember when she introduced you to me and I felt so bad attracted to my little sisters friend. Dreaming ever other night of sinking my teeth into you. Imagining it was you instead of some flimsy toy every rut. And then I saw my sisters old phone in her room after searching for clothes that smell like you in her room. I just... "

She begins to shake and pant more and more. And I can see the bulge of in her shorts from here. I'm so fucked, I think as she continues to take small steps towards me.

"I know that look Omega, please don't try to fight me. I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to hurt the girl that's going to be carrying my pups. " after this statement she pounces on me again this time I don't dodge it. She knocks me down full force and holds my hands down with one hand. The sight of this only increases her panting. "Fuck I can't believe this is actually happening it's not a fantasy. Your below me, smelling delicious and no ones home. "

As she speaks I feel her grind into my thigh. I try to think of how I'm going to get out of this. Fighting her isn't an option, she's strong enough to have both my arms pinned with one arm. And she's to far in to be reasoned with. I scrap my mind for something anything that will save me and then I feel it her hand ripping my skirt and panties in two.

"You smell so good. " she says as she bites her lip and pants. "Fuuck, what will you smell like when your filled with my pups?"

I keep trying to tell myself to think but it's so hard when you have a hard pulsing clothed cock rubbing against your folds.

"I shouldn't be doing this god it's so wrong. " she say as she grinds harder tears falling from her eyes.

I try to take this moment to my advantage. I tell her that I'll forgive her if she just stops. I wipe away one of her tears with my thumb. Before telling her that I wouldn't tell anyone not even her sister. I feel as she slightly let's up off of me before pulling me towards her bed as I scream.

"Why do you always have to talk about her! Why can't you just look at me? " she yells as she throws me on to her bed standing over me but not touching yet. I look around for something anything to defend but on the bed I see photos of me. So many ones of me in my bathing suit, ones of me get out of the shower, ones of me sleeping and the creepiest of all ones from outside my bed room window.

She breaks my concentrate as she begins to speak "I love you, not her. She doesn't crave you like I do. She doesn't think of you everytime she closes her eyes. She wouldn't fuck you like I would. She doesn't ... I'm sorry omega but I won't let her have you. Your mine. "

She then gets on top of me and tries to kiss me. I try to move away but she grabs my chin and forces her tongue down my throat with a growl. I start to feel as she rips my shirt and bra off and grabs my chest.

"Your so fucking soft and you taste as good as you smell! Gods I need you now! "

I begin to feel myself slip into fear as she holds me like a toy. It isn't until she plants a kiss on my cheek that I look up.

"Please don't look at me like that, stop please. I promise I'll make you feel so good, just stop smelling like that. I... why can't you just love me?" She begins to wrap a hand around my throat her claws daring me to move. "Say it please, just say it tell me you love me. "

I try to compose myself as the fear of being broken spreads through out my whole body. "I... Love you. " she moans and let's go of my throat.

"Good, good girl, so fucking good. Now tell me you don't want her, say you only want me. "

I nod and begin to mouth the words back to her. She growls before letting go of my waist in exchange for my legs. Holding me up to her and looking down.

"I want to taste. I need to know. I want your scent dripping down my chin. So be a good, pup and don't fuck this up. I don't know what I would do in this state and I really don't want to hurt you. " she says before shoving her tongue into me.

She eats me out like its her last goddamn meal. Fucking me on her tongue in and out while pulling me close as I cry. It feels good. It shouldn't feel good. She's taking me, I'm not enjoying it not even as she begins to lap and suck at my clit. A sensation that's just to much. I try to pull away from it but I feel as her teeth ghost on my clit.

"Don't fucking, move away you can fucking into to it, but the next time you run from the pleasure I'm giving you I'll bite this off. After all you don't need a clit to have my kids. " she threatens before sinking her face back down as I squeak.

She takes to nursing my clit more and kissing my thighs. I feel my self shake and whine. As I start to get closer and closer to the edge, I look down and she's starring at me. She then let's up of my cunt with a pop.

"I'm sorry baby, I don't want to threaten you I just... I need you to be good. Obedient, for this to work safely. I'm really trying to be gentle. It's just I want you positively dripping of my cock and I can't control it. But I prepped you so your ready now. "

I feel my eye's go wide as she pulls down pulls down her shorts and it falls out. I know I can't take that it's going to break me, even the knot is bigger than my hand. I have to run, I don't even care if the windows to high at least it freedom or a painless way to go. As I begin to bolt up she slaps me hard against the face.

"No No No, your are not going to ruin this for me! Your going to take me whether you want it or not. " she pants as she lines up "Your going to take me until your properly breed! "

I feel as she pushes in and I begin to cry. "So just enjoy it, enjoy your purpose! "

I try to stay positive as this happens. Think thoughts like at least she prepared me, maybe her seed won't stick and my friend will be home any momment. But I can only think that way for so long as she holds my legs up and starts pounding into me like a animal. Panting "tight" "warm" "love" "breed" over and over again as she uses me like a toy. One that she going to leave broken and cum filled like all the others.

Then I think about how she going to break me by the end of the day and how she'll leave my cunt a gaping mess in the shape of her knot. God no the knot, she hasn't even pushed the knot in and it feels like agony. Despite me thinking that there's the smallest voice in my head telling me it feels good and to rock back into it.

I ignore it, especially as she goes hard and harder fucking me slower but so much deeper. I hear as she moans and grunts and takes what she wants. Fucking me with reckless abandon as she chases her high dragging me along with her. And then I feel it. The burn of being stretchered more and more as she desperately shoves her knot all the way inside before final shoving it all in and bitting. It all happens so quick first I'm in pain from her tearing me open and then from her sharp teeth being buried into my kneck.

She let's out a sharp growl as she keeps moving her hips before spilling into me sending me falling down the ladder of pleasure and pain along side her. My vision goes white and I hear panting it takes me a minute to realize it's my own. I try to wiggle around but all I feel it taunt of her knot a her cum sloshing around painting my womb even further.

She growls "Don't move. Let my knot go down and then we're going again and again until it's not possible for you not to be pregnant. "

I begin to cry and then I realize it's not just going to end after today, it takes the average Alpha a week to go through their rut cycle. I begin to sob as I think 7 more days of this. Then I realize not 7 every day she mated me which means every day she's going to... She mated me and breed me. Which means I'm hers I begin to shake and have a coughing fit.

She then rubs a hand through my hair "Ssh it's ok our children are going to look so beautiful. Our little litter. " she says kissing our mating mark as I continue to sob.

[astranva]

Sexiest Man Alive

Word Count: 1.3k

Category: Pure fluff

Warning: Nothing

Summary: In which Chris is 2022's Sexiest Man Alive, he can't stop talking about his actress!wife and son, and actress!reader already knows.

a/n: MY GOODNESS the amount of asks i received about chris’ new title, i had to come out of my shell and give you something about it! i received a lot of “how does pe!reader feel” and here you go, my lovies! 

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Globally, people knew that you and Chris were the hottest couple alive. They had pictures, videos, and social media posts to prove it, and it helped that your high status was one that supported the fact as well.

“Can you hear me?” Megan, Chris’ publicist excitedly asked from his laptop screen, “Is Y/N here?” 

“Right here,” you called, carrying your 2-month-old baby boy, River, as you stood behind the couch and right behind your husband.

“What’s up?” Chris asked her.

“Chris has just got a new title!” She exclaimed with a beaming face.

“Come on, Meg, spill!” You laughed.

She laughed, “Well, say hello to 2022’s Sexiest Man Alive,” she pointed through the screen.

Chris’ eyes widened and as did yours, your jaw dropping, “No way! No way! Are you kidding?” You exclaimed excitedly, “Finally! Finally, finally, finally!” You laughed in glee.

“Oh man,” Chris laughed, blushing face looking from Megan to turning his head to peek up at you, “How can I ever compete with Paul Rudd?”

You laughed, carefully leaning down to peck his lips, “No competition needed,” you said before looking at your baby, “You hear that. Rivvy? Daddy’s the sexiest man alive,” you giggled.

It wasn’t even three days later when People magazine reached out to plan a photoshoot with Chris, your husband deciding to have it on your farmhouse where the both of you were staying for the year instead of having to travel anywhere and leave you alone.

It was no surprise that everyone from the crew was almost shaking at your presence, having already been nervous as was about being Chris but being around the one and only Y/N Y/L/N did a number on everyone, and it didn’t help that you looked like you were glowing despite having a simple outfit that everyone knew that only you could elevate. It felt like everyone was feeling lucky to witness you after your birth, especially since you had been on a hiatus ever since River was born and the world hadn’t seen you since.

“Sorry, can you wait just a second, please?” You held a finger up to the photographer, Michael Swchwartz, smiling when he nodded and gave you an “of course” before you hurried towards Chris, pushing back a piece of hair, “Know you’d hate it if you saw that little stinker,” you muttered.

Chris smiled, hand moving to your waist, “I love you.”

You smiled, moving your hand to his cheek briefly, being quick and swift as you pecked his lips, “Lucky me,” you said. 

Chris laughed, giving your hip a squeeze before you walked back to stand by the side, watching your husband pose for a few minutes before you went back inside to check on River.

It was an hour and a half later when Chris was changed from the outfits that he wore in the pictures, to a cozy sweater, sitting for the interview that everyone at their homes watched.

“What went through my mind?” He repeated the question he was asked, “My wife will be so happy,” he chuckled, “She’s proud of everything I do, but this is something that she’ll really brag about, although she’ll tease me a bit about it but-but she gets it, she gets it. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world anyway. Scientists proved it,” he smiled with a small shrug.

“Ha!” He laughed, “What would my middle school self think about this?” He repeated, looking down in thought, “Um, he’d probably be pumped because this probably would be the road to the cool table,” he nodded slightly, looking at the camera, “But to be honest, he’s been pumped for a while now,” he joked, raising an eyebrow with a soft smirk on his lips.

“First crush?” Chris repeated in the video, “Was probably-maybe, like, Winnie Cooper,” he answered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry but I can tell you my last crush in a heartbeat only because I like to brag about the fact that I married my crush,” he teased, a small smirk on his face.

“My closest friends are my wife and friends that I’ve grown up with–kids that I’ve known since I was, eight, nine years old. That’s-That’s the beauty of my youth, that a lot of kids that I grew up with kind of stayed around Massachussets and all are still incredibly tight. We’re all married and have kids, or,” he pointed at himself, “Kid in my case. My-just my little buddy, River.”

About 4 minutes into the interview, and as Chris was talking about getting to play and enjoy Captain America, a loud baby cooing sound was heard, interrupting Chris before he laughed, “Riv has a lot to say about Captain America,” he said, looking away from the camera and towards you and his son who was in your arms, a smile on his face as he stared at Chris, “Hey, buddy, hey, hey,” Chris cooed, seeming to try to stop himself from standing up and walking towards his family.

5 minutes into the interview, Chris was excited as he replied to the interviewer’s question.

“Bobby, I love woodworking,” he answered, “I made River’s baby cot,” he said, “And I’m working on making a rocking chair for my wife and I. It’s-It’s actually coming along nicely. It’s starting to look great.”

“The amount of ones I post are dwarfed by the amount of ones I have on my phone,” Chris said as he talked about pictures he had of Dodger, 7 minutes into the video, “It’s been especially more and more after we had River because Dodger is like-he’s like a big brother now. He’s protective of River, he’s always sitting by his cot, or by Y/N and I when we’re with him. He’s always alerting us when River wakes up because-I know we're lucky but River hardly cries when he wakes up. Ever since he started getting more vocal, he’s been babbling and sort of-sort of singing, that’s what I say,” he pointed at himself with a smile, “So Dodger is always alerting us when that happens, like hey, baby is awake. Get him now!” 

“Yeah, our cat, Pam has been very gentle with River,” Chris said, answering a question that viewers didn’t hear, “I think I say this all the time but she actually hates me so–my wife is rolling her eyes right now,” he laughed, “It’s true! It’s true! But I’m just glad that hatred wasn’t extended to our son.”

It was almost 8 minutes into the video when Chris got sentimental.

“My wife, my son,” he began, “Seeing them happy, making them proud, that’s absolutely something I want. I think-I think, you know, I hit the lottery with my family,” he smiled to himself, putting both hands together as he sat comfortably, “You know, the love I found, the love we share, it’s something that’s also through my experience of long fourty-one years has also rang true that those things are the most important, so yeah. I-I love the idea of tradition, of ceremony, and I had the best one I can ever dream of with my wife. So, yeah, I’m-I’m really lucky I get to share my life with someone so incredible and now that we have River, the idea of recreating that is just-I love that.”

By the end of the 10-minute interview, Chris smiled, “I feel a deep sense of contentment with my life and my career, and as a result I think that takes a lot of the weird pressure off and now that my family and I are spending this time away from everything, I’m really excited for my life as a dad. It’s a new journey, I have an incredible partner who’s walking through it with me,” he pointed slightly to the side towards where you were sitting beside the videographer and away from the camera with a proud smile on your face that only the people in the room could see, “An adorable son, my new buddy,” Chris smiled, “I’ve settled into a nicer phase where I’m just happy being at home.”

[puppetwoman17]

⚠️BRIEF BUT NOT INDEAPTH DISCUSSION OF R WORD⚠️

Okay I just need to put this here because I cannot stop thinking about it(which is what tumblr is for so yeah).

There’s this one Captain Marvel fanfic I read that’s unfinished. I can’t for the life of me remember where I read it or the name, but it was def memorable.

Basically Cap is accused of r wording a younger female hero(who I think ACTUALLY did it to him as Billy but never said anything) so the League gets worried that he’s been touching the YJ team and throws him out. Cap hides, not transforming and staying as Billy as a manhunt for cap begins.

Constantine is the only person who knows who he is and begs him to reveal his identity, but Billy won’t do it. He’s not mad at the JL for what they did, to John’s annoyance, but he’s still traumatized(I think there’s a scene where Aquaman beats tf out of him, like I said it’s been some time).

I’m just sitting here, thinking about Cap going into hiding and Billy just growing up watching everyone who doesn’t know absolutely hate his hero persona. There are wanted posters around the world. Heroes regularly try to find him. The few times he’s mentioned by one on the news it’s with total disdain.

His sister and Freddy are completely outraged by this but Billy can’t help but be understanding. It’s not like he HAS to be understanding for him to be a morally good character. He just keeps thinking in favor of the JL. He tells them that, realistically, no one’s going to NOT believe someone when they make such claims, especially if the apparent perpetrator looks like he could throw a tank. ESPECIALLY x2 if the person who made the claim is a teenage girl.

How would Billy live his life, only being able to help from the shadows? How would magic users cope with KNOWING, but being unable to say anything because it’s the ONE time their champion has ever given them an order? How would it feel like for the JL and YJ? Believing that they did the right thing, but still feeling a gaping hole in their ranks?

They’d chant that it was right, it was right, it was right. But why does it feel so wrong?

Would the JL ever find out? Or would Billy have to gain the courage to tell them? Or would someone else entirely spill the beans, whether to use it for their own gain, or just be so completely tired of their self-sacrificial champion?

How would the JL react? How guilty would aquaman feel? How horrified would they feel when Billy starts defending them instead of asking them to step a few paces back? How would they feel if he began ostracizing himself if he went back to work with them? Not being able to look anyone in the eye?

Now you can see why I can’t stop thinking about it😅

[the-chains-cafe]

Ravio: “ Thank you for missing me :) “

Hilda: -_-

Ravio:

Ravio: “ Well I mean if it cheers you up; your aim is getting better! “

[valgeristik]

Дороги тянутся, и с них нам не уйти, Планета вертится, и значит мы в пути. Сиди сто лет, и забудешь, чего ждёшь. Дорога улыбнётся, и ты пойдёшь

There's much i could say but i will just recommend to listen to the song linked, if only for the vibes 👍

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becoming increasingly aware that this thing is much more popular nowadays so putting this link here too? tumblr keeps auto tagging this cursed green website on my posts n it makes me feel violent but REGARDLESS. I just. i like the...carefree, almost, feeling in this song. and i just think it fits. at least for a little while, at least before he remembers Everything. u know? anyways

OH and a closeup

[marco-syrup]

more pearlrose for the soul (i cried about them last night)

[superbellsubways]

i had a dream where i got all D's in my classes and i feel like high school clippy would have dreams like that Ok bye

Oh definitely lmao

I'd imagine he would've been a straight A student.. so having anything below that would be one of his biggest fears

He probably Still gets dreams (or nightmares) like this despite having not gone to school in a long time 😭

[revolver-d]

The first four pages of Ep16 part1 (4/17) of Steven Universe: The Story of Black Pearl is now on Patreon and Ko-fi!

Patreon / Ko-fi!

[zhongrin]

i would die for them

[pepperangers]

au where levi weston and kira ford collab on a song but they have to hide their ranger identities from eachother throughout the whole thing because they both believe the other to be a Normal Civilian With No Powers so they just come up with increasingly elaborate excuses for why they need to leave all the time

[thegreatyin]

two of them,,

[indeedgoodman]

[astranva]

Clingy.

Word Count: 2.2k

Category: fluff, angst-ish

Warning: None

Summary: In which your baby, River, is clingy to you and Chris is upset.

Pairing: overprotective!dad!chris x mom!actress!reader

a/n: can be read independently.

Planet Evans Masterlist

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While being new parents came with sleepless nights, chores, and stress, it all also came with so much in return.

Parenthood with someone you love felt rewarding, even more so when you witnessed your baby’s first smile, heard the first giggle, first babble, and got to hold your baby as you all cuddled.

River was a low-maintenance baby; something that you and Chris were more thankful for than anything.

Sure, the sleepless nights were there, and there were moments when he would cry just because, but it was the new norm for your cozy farmhouse to be full of happy giggles and babbles from your 3-month-old.

But there seemed to be moments that caused River some distress—all were moments when he was in anyone’s arms but yours, and that included Chris, too.

Your farmhouse was decorated to the brim with Christmas decorations, bringing the festive spirit to life with stockings, gifts, and the giant Christmas tree you and Chris had chosen and decorated. While you wanted the house to be festive because you and your husband were hosting Christmas this year for your families, you also went big because it was River’s first Christmas.

The house smelled of herbs and seasoning, the air warm despite the December weather and thankfully, River was sleeping as you and Chris cooked. For better wording, as you cooked and Chris helped.

“Baby, you forgot to wash that one,” you said as you pointed to one potato, gathering the others in your hands as you moved to place them in the pot with water.

“Oh,” Chris was quick to get the unwashed potato to the sink, thoroughly washing it, “Here you go,” he said, placing the washed potato in the pot with the others.

“Can y-” You instantly stopped, the moment your son’s babbles sounded through the baby monitor that lied on the kitchen table, “He’s up.”

“I’ll grab him,” Chris said, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving to head to your son’s nursery.

While you knew both families would be bringing some food with them in attempt to help you with dinner, everyone knew that cooking for people was a love language that you had and Chris liked to remind you that all the times he had to double his workout before a movie was all because of you.

“Look who’s up and changed!” Chris announced as he walked back into the kitchen, your pets, Dodger and Pam, following behind him.

Instantly, a grin was on your face as you washed your hands before turning to your family, your eyes falling on River in Chris’ arms.

The moment River’s eyes fell on you, he instantly started letting whimpers, a frown on his face as he moved his legs.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Chris cooed.

You were quick to approach him, putting a hand to your son’s back, “What’s wrong, bubba?”

It was the moment before River was about to cry that you took him in your arms.

And he relaxed.

“Oh!” Chris raised his eyebrow, “All that because you just wanted Mommy?” He teased.

“What can I say?” You joked, teasing your husband before kissing River on his head gently, swaying a little in your spot, “Mommy can’t keep holding you though, baby. I have to finish cooking.”

“You’ll have to settle for me, buddy,” Chris joked, his knuckle softly grazing River’s chubby cheek before grabbing him from you.

At that, River’s face slightly scrunched with a frown, tiny legs kicking lightly as he let out sounds of discomfort that were indications of him beginning to cry.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” You mumbled, “He might be hungry.”

“That’s weird, he usually isn’t when he’s up from his nap,” Chris said.

“Don’t judge him,” you joked, taking River from him again, “I’ll go see if he wants to eat,” you said as you walked away, “Check on the roast!”

It was when you sat down before pulling the side of your sweatshirt up that River only looked at you, tiny and chubby hands moving before his legs were kicked in excitement as he giggled.

You beamed, “What are you smiling at?” You cooed, “You excited to eat?”

But he didn’t latch and showed no interest in doing so.

“That what are you fussing for?” You let down your sweatshirt after a few attempts, not being able to help but laugh as your son continued to giggle, even when you stood up with him in your arms to go back to the kitchen.

“He’s not hungry,” you let Chris know as soon as you walked in.

“Then why is he cranky?” He asked, drying his hand on the yellow checkered towel.

“He’s not, look,” you said, only doing as little as looking at your baby and smiling, instantly making him giggle.

“I think he just wants you to hold him, babe,” Chris said, approaching you, “You just want Mommy’s attention, don’t you? Don’t you, Riv?”

“Yeah well, Mommy’s got dinner to finish,” you chuckled.

“It’s okay, I can finish. Just need you to direct me.”

Making dinner was spent with you sitting on the windowsill couch with River on your lap and your cat, Pam, beside you and Dodger by your feet as you directed Chris on what to do to finish dinner.

But it was when you needed to get ready that it all seemed challenging.

“Do you think these are signs of separation anxiety?” You asked your husband, who held a crying River in his arms while you stood in your underwear.

“You’re right there,” Chris said, “There’s no separation. And-Y/N, I’m his dad.”

You frowned, “You’re right, you’re right,” you mumbled, “Maybe it’s just a clingy type of day?”

Chris stayed quiet, only looking at River as he gently rocked him in his arms to calm him down but no avail.

It wasn’t any later before you blew on River’s face to get him to breathe as he cried and before Chris handed him to you.

It was almost magical how River’s cries were replaced by quiet whimpers as he calmed, tiny hand clutching a locket of your hair as he looked around as if he hadn’t been screaming bloody murder a few seconds ago.

“My ego as a dad is fucked right now,” Chris put a hand to his heart and although he was joking, you knew he was at least slightly upset about it.

“He’s just having a day,” you tried, “He’s exactly like you. Both of you can never get enough of me.”

Chris laughed, sensing that this was your attempt at brightening up the mood. He leaned toward you, his lips finding your shoulder to leave a soft kiss to your skin.

Putting on your clothes was a challenge, but you made it work. You carried River against your chest in a carrier as you did your makeup, his giggles and yours sounding through the room and making Chris have a hard time of not smiling as you played around with your son as you did your makeup.

At the sight of your husband in his cream-colored cable knit, you smiled as you approached him, River still strapped to your chest.

“You look handsome,” you said, one manicured hand reaching to graze his jaw.

Chris hummed, letting his hand grasp your hip before giving it a squeeze as he leaned to press his lips to yours, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning to peck his lips, “Help me change Riv?”

In true Christmas spirit, River was changed into a red onesie with reindeer and a matching hat on his head and you and Chris had a photoshoot for the oblivious baby.

It wasn’t so much later that your families started arriving, the farmhouse soon enough being full of loud chatter, cooing, and laughter.

“He’s grown up so much, oh my goodness!” Lisa exclaimed, a hand to her heart as she looked at her grandson in your arms.

“It feels like yesterday when we were at the hospital,” your mom said.

You smiled, looking at your son, “Chris and I were just talking about that earlier. I wish we can keep him this small forever.”

River, being the happy baby, let out an excited giggle and a kick of his feet as he clutched your sweater.

“Oh, he gets it! He understands what you’re saying!” Shanna laughed along with everyone else.

You all laughed together before it was time for you to bring out the food.

“Can you hold him while I put the roast on the serving plate?” You asked Chris, already handing River over.

“He’s going to cry,” he mumbled, holding him before Chris frowned, “The waterworks are starting, Y/N.”

“What’s wrong?” Your mom asked, “Is he cranky?”

“He’s been clingy to Y/N today,” Chris said, “Cries bloody murder when I hold him.”

“He’s a little too young for separation anxiety,” she said, “He might be having a clingy type of day.”

Chris chuckled while rocking River in his arms, “That’s exactly what Y/N said.”

It was less than a minute before everyone was checking on the crying baby, Chris’ cheeks red at the fact that despite being in his dad’s arms, Chris wasn’t able to calm him down.

“Coming! I’m coming!” He heard you call out before you rushed over, taking River in your arms with a sigh.

“I’ll go set the table with Scott,” Chris mumbled, his steps quick as he left the living room.

You frowned, sighing again before softly hushing while swaying with River in your arms, his death grip back on your sweater.

“It’s alright, it happens,” your mom assured.

Lisa nodded, “Now we know he’s a Momma’s boy.”

“Yeah but,” you paused, “He’s everything to Chris. I know he’s upset by it.”

“It can be just a day,” Lisa said, “Let’s ease into it.”

But as the night went on, River was still adamant on not being in anyone’s arms but yours.

Some might think that that was supposed to be assuring to Chris, but he wasn’t River’s uncle or nephew or niece—he was his dad.

“I’m going outside for some air,” Chris said quietly to you.

“But it’s cold outside,” you looked at him, watching as he only squeezed your arm before standing and walking away.

“He’s upset upset,” Scott said.

“He has every right to,” you said quietly before looking at River who was sat on your lap, “Can you not be so stubborn?”

“Maybe Chris can play with him or something,” your younger sister suggested, “Hold his giraffe?”

You nodded, “I’ll tell him when he’s back.”

“I’d offer to take Riv so you can check on Chris but your baby’s being a sticking gum and will cry out,” Scott joked.

You chuckled, “I’ll wait for him,” you said, “I don’t want to see any full pudding plates,” you pointed, changing the topic.

It was only 10 minutes later when Chris came back and plopped beside you, giving you a side smile when you placed your hand on his leg and looked at him.

He leaned toward you, pressing his lips to your temple in an assuring kiss before tapping your thigh.

“Maddie suggested you play with him,” you told him quietly.

“Let’s just get the night over with.”

“No, you’re upset,” you stood your ground, “Get his giraffe,” you said, “Go on.”

Chris got up with a sigh and slumped shoulders, going away to fetch River’s plushie before he came back with the same defeated plop.

“Entertain him,” you smiled, turning River slightly on your lap so he got a better view of his dad.

“Hey, Rivvy.”

“Be more excited,” you instructed, laughing when Chris gave you a look, “Come on. You’re an actor. Put some respect to your name.”

Your families tried to not interrupt your moment, but everyone could only smile as they watched Chris put on a show with River.

“That’s a nice outfit, is that designer?” He asked in a different voice, moving the giraffe in his hand before he pressed it gently to River’s neck, making kissing noises that had your baby kicking his feet and giggling, arms wide.

“Is that your first Christmas? It’s mine, too!” Chris exclaimed, reaching one hand to softly wiggle his fingers on River’s round belly, the three of you laughing together. Chris handed the giraffe plushie to River, whose grip was instantly on the giraffe’s leg, holding on to it as he gazed at Chris.

Chris was nervous as you slowly and carefully handed River over, his hands instantly going to hold him against his lap before he slouched lower on the couch, letting River lie on his chest.

Sure enough, River remained calm.

You grinned, raising both arms up, “I’m free!” You joked, everyone laughing along.

Chris reached one hand to your back, rubbing it as everyone got into their own conversations. You looked at him, falling back on the couch beside him, slouched and smiling.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

You only smiled before leaning forward, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss.

“It really was a clingy type of day, huh?” Chris asked his babbling son.

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