#single dad!robby

[gemini-sensei]

Single dad!Robby who goes to the store to by baby clothes for his daughter but has no idea what he's doing. He shyly goes up to the counter to ask for help, thinking the worker is going to think he's a total idiot. However, when he gets their, his daughter asleep on his chest in a baby carrier, he meets Reader, who welcomes all his questions with a smile. She leads him through the store and shows him everything he needs, what he's going to need, and what sizes his tiny little daughter will fit in. He's so thankful for her help but doesn't know how to say that, so he just follows her around like a lost puppy and listens to every word she says very intently. She thinks he's pretty cute and sweet with his little girl asleep against his chest, curled up to him and holding onto his shirt with her tiny but mighty fists. Oh they're adorable. @sensei-venus

[star-kissed583]

First child (pt. 1)

Single dad Jackie AU

Jackie is a father. His first born child is Robbie-who’s mother is a young woman named Alicia, Jackie’s girlfriend. Though things turn on this chapter for Alicia’s reaction to their newborn son.

You’ll be able to find this AU in my Wattpad as well, but here on tumble I’ll be able to not only talk about it but also post art I make on it a lot easier now!! Hope y’all enjoy!!

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Jackie watched as the doctors handed his newborn son to the nurses-who were easily dealing with him.

Jackie looked over at his girlfriend, seeming so proud and excited, "Babe! You did amazing!" He spoke softly.

"Shut up Jackie..." Alicia, Jackie's girlfriend huffs. Laying on the hospital bed tiredly.

Jackie frowns, but a smile goes back on his face as he sees the nurse come back with their baby. Yet, Alicia seemed too tired to carry him, so Jackie took the boy instead.

A wide smile grew on Jackie's face, gently rubbing the boy's back as he carried him in his arms, staring down at him "Aww, Alice look! He's so cute! What we gonna name him?"

Alicia looks over, her arms uncrossed as she stared at the boy. Something about his face looked off. She saw the way Jackie was caring for the kid, and inside she felt a bit jealous. A shrug is all she gave, "I don't know. Why don't you name him?"

"Hmm...How about Robbie? Robbie Jackleman!" Jackie spoke. Smiling widely as he hears the boy cooing up at him.

Soon a nurse came back to them, holding a paper as she smiles, "okay, I got the birth certificate ready...there's just one thing...we examined him and there's some-some unique things about little Robbie."

The couple looked at each other before turning back to the nurse, nodding softly for her to keep going, Robbie sleeping peacefully in Jackie's arms.

"Um...was there by any chance consumption of alcohol while mom was pregnant?"

Jackie was about to answer, "No, there was-"

"Yeah I took some shots and drank a bit. I didn't think it'd be too much of a trouble to just have a couple of drinks. Why?" Alicia said honestly. She didn't see Jackie's confused face.

The nurse did though. She blinked but puts on a small smiles, "Well your son shows symptoms of FASD, or also know as Fetal alcohol spectrum disorders...but there are ways to help him. It's just that he may struggle while growing up. He has some facial abnormalities that may stand him out. He may have poor coordination, difficulty with memory or attention when he's older, he may have learning difficulties and speech delays. There are a number of things, but with proper communication with his doctor and a healthy house hold, I'm sure he'll strive when he's older."

Jackie listened, he looks down at his newborn son. Jackie gently kissed his head and nods, "I'm sure we can work it out and help Robbie as much as we can...thank you so much."

Alicia though, she looked at her new son, a new found disgust about what she heard-knowing her son was going to be standing out more-and to her it was in the worst way possible. It wasn't the perfect child she wanted.

As soon as the nurse left for them to be alone, Jackie avoided looking at Alicia. Just focused on Robbie, watching him sleep peacefully, "You seriously drank while pregnant?? Alicia, the doctor literally told you about this! He told you, you can't drink! When did you even drink? Cause I don't remember seeing you drunk"

Alicia just rolls her eyes, "I didn't think even the smallest bit could effect him! I drank in secret-when you left to your little trip on Italy, I hung around John for the time and we drank just a little"

Jackie huffed, "he should've known better than give you alcohol. Now our son is gonna be suffering because you decided you couldn't keep your urges in!"

"You know what, I'm done talking about this. You're acting like he's the only victim here Jackie. I'm also gonna suffer from this! I have a child that's mentally ill! You know what! I'm tired. Let me sleep!"

Jackie gaped at what his girlfriend said. He huffed, turning away from Alicia as Robbie began to cry. Clearly woken up by the argument. Jackie gently shushed him, rocking the boy a bit, 'she's probably just saying that out of emotions...right?'

Couple months later:

"That's it...yeah come to me! You got this!" Jackie watched as Robbie was finally attempting to walk more. After so many months of crawling-his boy finally was trying to walk.

Yet he wasn't quite there yet, as Robbie fell after a couple of steps. Jackie quickly caught his son, giggles leaving the boy as Jackie scoops him up, "oh you silly little boy"

Alicia sighs, coming downstairs with a pretty fancy, tight dress, "Babee~"

Jackie looks up, looking at Alicia with a smile, "Baby! Robbie was taking his first steps! Can you believe it!" He hums, before seeing the dress, his head tilting, "Hon, what's with the dress? Where ya heading?"

"Well I was thinking we could go get some dinner. Ya know, enjoy the night together"

"We could, but Robbie may have to come...I don't think there is any last minute babysitters available if you want to be going now-"

"Why can't we just leave it with my sister? She's closer and always available!" Alicia huffed, rolling her eyes a bit.

"I don't trusts her with Robbie anymore. And you know that babe. After last time-I don't even think Robbie would like to be there" Jackie spoke with a frown, remembering what had happened the last time. When they had left Robbie at Alicia's sister, the boy had not only been left in a dirty diaper the whole day, but he had almost choked on a piece of carrot.

Alicia stomped her foot as she scoffed, "Babe! We don't go out alone-like ever anymore! Why can't we just leave the boy to Stephanie for a bit! I'm sure she's learned! What happened to giving people second chances??" She batted her eyelashes to her boyfriend. A smile on her face.

Jackie thought long and hard. A sigh leaving him before nodding- "o-okay...but only for a bit though. And then we're picking up Robbie" he spoke while standing up.

Jackie took their son up to get the boy ready. The boy just happily bouncing in Jackie's arms and looking up at his dad.

"Jackie. What do you think about having more kids? I feel like we should have more. Ya know? Give Robbie some proper siblings"

Jackie looks at his girlfriend. Taking a bite of his meal while watching her drink some wine, "I would love to have more kiddos...but to be completely honest babe-I don't know if I trust your drinking urges to carry another child"

Alicia scoffs, rolling her eyes. She was about to protest-but knows it's true. She couldn't bare avoiding drinking for another 9 months again.

"Fine-how about adopting then?? We can try and see some kids at the orphanages and look for a better child" Alicia spoke without much thought. Biting into her food.

Jackie frowns a bit at hearing her words, "Better child? Alicia-what are you talking about? Robbie is our son-of course we can adopt but you can't belittle our kid"

Alicia rolled her eyes softly, "I'm not. It's just that I think we need to get a normal child for him! One that can-I dunno make him not stand out as much for other kids??"

Jackie stared at Alicia. A sigh left him, "we can think about it. For now, can you not ignore Robbie as much?? I've seen you actively not being around as much. I have a mission soon and I need you to look after our boy." Jackie finished eating before taking his wallet out, " plus it's good to get along with him before we adopt another kid!"

[iam93percentstardust]

one of the things that i loved about barbie (2023) that i think a lot of the posts making fun of male-written reviews miss is that, though the movie presents itself as a commentary on the patriarchy and sexism, the message at the core of the film isn't actually limited to being about (cis) women. it's about anyone who is Other.

i went to go see the movie on thursday afternoon before all the big midnight premieres, and the theater was still packed. there wasn't an empty seat in the entire theater. i had a seat at the end of the row, which i had picked out in a faint (futile) hope that no one would sit next to me. thirty seconds before the trailers started, a family of about 10 black people walked in and split up, presumably because they'd only just bought their tickets and there were no longer 10 seats together. the dad and the son, who was maybe a few years younger than me in his early-20s, a good foot and a half taller than me, and who i recognized as one of the football players at the local university, ended up taking the two empty seats next to me with the linebacker in the seat right next to me. and that was pretty much the last time i thought of them until the last twenty minutes of the movie.

see, in the last twenty minutes of the movie, america ferrera makes an impassioned speech about not just the limitations that male-dominated society puts on women but the limitations that women put on themselves in order to survive in said male-dominated society. it's about the contradictions that we're subjected to--you can't be too much, but you can't be too little either. you have to lift each other up but you're also in constant competition with other women for the shredded dregs of respect that men have left over for us. you can't say yes to a man because then you're a whore but you can't say no because then you're a prude. it was passionate and bitter and furious and it had every woman in the theater, myself included, in tears.

and in the silence of the theater following america ferrera's plea for barbie not to make herself less just so that society isn't threatened by her, the linebacker sitting next to me said fervently, "i feel that."

it brought everything to a screeching halt. now i'm a white woman, and though i'm fat and nowhere near as gorgeous as margot robbie, from the very first trailer, it was obvious that this was going to be a movie for me. and if done right, it was going to be a movie for all women (and i would argue that it was). but the thing that it also did right was that though the surface of the message was about women making themselves lesser, the core was that it was for anyone who makes themselves lesser to fit in. yeah, it's for women who are trying to fit into a male-dominated society, but it's also for bipoc who are trying to fit into a white-dominated society. it's for trans people trying to fit into a cis-dominated society. it's for gay people trying to fit into a heterosexual-dominated society. it's for anyone who's been Othered and has to shrink themselves in a desperate attempt to survive.

i love the posts making fun of male-written reviews that are butthurt that this movie isn't for them just as much as the next person. but i think it's important that we don't forget that those are representative of the people in power, the people that could never understand this message. barbie is for me, yeah, but it isn't just for me. it's for my trans friend who is six feet tall and has a beard and wears pink dresses every single day because they make her feel pretty. it's for my labmate who could practically be a barbie herself and irritates me every time she talks about thinphobia but also can't find someone who wants to be with her because she's brilliant and not because she's beautiful.

it's for the black linebacker who sat next to me in the theater and felt heard when a fictional character in a movie told him not to make himself smaller just to fit society's standards.

[livwritesstuff]

Omg Steve holding onto grudges his daughters have let go is so real. My mom told me the other day that she still hates one of my sisters ex-friends from over 15 years ago. How do you think Steve reacts if one of the girls bring a friend (reformed enemy) home? I know he would be an adult, but still a little petty I think.

Honestly same my mom still talks about one particular ex-friend of mine from when I was in elementary school who I haven't seen or spoken to in over a decade.

Yeah, Steve would be the picture of civility to the friends themselves. There's been enough fully-burned bridges for him to trust his daughters' judgement, though he definitely would be psychoanalyzing every single word that came out of their mouths.

Where it would show is when he interacts with those friends' parents because, in his eyes, they're the ones who taught that kind of behavior, and Steve has some level of awareness that he and Eddie are, to their upper-middle class liberal town, the cool gay dads. Steve's social calendar is booked solid, and wherever he shows up is the place to be in the eyes of the other parents. He will use that privilege for evil if he must.

Like, if Moe's friend Kaley excluded her from a basketball team-sleepover, Steve is suddenly chronically unavailable for all of Kaley's mom's wine and cheese nights.

Robbie might have mended fences with her friend Skylar, but funnily enough Skylar's dad never was able to work Steve into the carpool rotation again.

For the record, Eddie does not have any awareness of any of this. He's the dad who classically does not know any of his children's friends. If he woke up in a Saw trap and the only requirement was to name one (1) of his daughters' friends, he'd be completely fucked.

[fiapartridge]

hii 💌 with macklin celebrini and his celebrity crush! reader ?? teehee 🤭🤭

macklin celebrini x hughes!sister

summary: when a video on the bu hockey instagram blows up, you finally match the name to the most perfect face.

fia's notes: i love mack so much. he's my fave bu boy 💌 also! happy valentine's day! 💌⭐️🍓 OH! and i made this a hughes!sister because...i wanted to... enjoy!!! <3333

Who is your celebrity crush? the whiteboard read as the boys piled off the ice and down the hall towards the locker room. Monday questions were the guys’ favorite or least favorite day depending on which guy you were asking. 

Case bounded off the ice, catching the question in the corner of his eye. “Mm, Margot Robbie. One hundred percent,” he pointed at the camera, winking. 

Lane Hutson was next as he stumbled down the hall, smiling once he saw the board. He hummed, standing in front of the question as he thought deeply about his answer. “Can I have multiple answers? Yes? Okay, um, I like Meghan Fox sometimes, Alex Morgan is pretty cool, Livvy Dunne definitely, Taylor Swift is a favorite, maybe Ariana Grande but she’s been iffy lately—”

Pushing him off camera, Doug laughed as he read the board. “Jesus, Lane. How many crushes do you have?”

“Hey! There’s a lot of beautiful women out there,” he smiled at the camera as Doug made a gagging noise in the background.

“Aiden!” Doug called for the boy as Aiden laid his stick on the wall and threw his hands to his hips. 

“Huh?” he replied.

“Celebrity crush, go.”

Aiden chuckled before shaking his head and pointing to Macklin who was trailing behind him, oblivious to the question. “Why don't we ask Mack over here,” he beamed, grabbing his brother’s shoulders and throwing him in front of the camera. “Macky definitely has someone in mind, don’t you Mack?”

Macklin would have punched his brother square in the face if he hadn’t been standing directly in front of the camera. A light tinge of pink dusted the boy’s features as Aiden teased him for his sudden shyness.

“C’mon Mack, maybe she’ll see it!”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” Macklin laughed awkwardly as he raked his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, well, if you don’t say it, somebody else will.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he pointed as Aiden grinned at the camera.

“Macky’s in love with Y/N Hughes!” he shouted before Macklin shoved him off camera, the video cutting off as you gaped at your screen. 

The video was being sent to you by everyone you knew and every single person you didn’t know, too.  Your entire feed was flooded with the boy’s reddened cheeks and awkward smile. The first few times of watching it, you felt bad that the boy was getting blasted on social media for liking you, but after a couple more rounds of watching, you went down a Macklin Celebrini rabbit hole. Your search engine was consumed with his interviews and game highlights. You researched his stats, age, birthplace, which school he was currently attending, everything. 

And it didn’t hurt that he was hot and your age. I mean, you weren’t new to the hockey scene being that you grew up in a house full of stars: your dad was an assistant coach for the Boston Bruins, your mom played for the US National Team at the Women’s World Championship, your brother was the captain of the Canucks, and your remaining brothers were playing on the same team in the NHL, breaking records and setting new ones. Your entire life was hockey even though you had nothing to do with the sport in the slightest. No, you were more of a figure skater—an Olympic gold figure skater, to be exact. You were on the ice in a different, less violent way. But you still supported your family and all of their endeavors, and gratefully, they supported yours, too.

So Macklin wasn’t a total stranger. You had heard talks of the projected #1 first pick at the 2024 NHL draft, but you never cared enough to match the face to the name. It’s funny that this is how you found out—sitting on your living room couch surrounded by your protective older brothers who knew his stats like the back of their hand. And they all held a bit of resentment for him.

“He was on Team Canada,” Jack scoffed. “You should not be associating with him.”

“So was Mercer!” you retorted. “And he’s still one of your best friends!”

“He’s also my teammate, Y/N/N. I can’t really not like the guy.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to the oldest who sat on the other side of you. “Quinny?”

He shrugged. “He’s a good kid, good stats, from Vancouver so you already know he’s a Canucks fan,” he smirked. “Let it go, Jack.”

Jack turned towards Luke who sat on the coffee table directly in front of you as he held your laptop on his lap, rewatching the video. “Luke? Thoughts?”

Luke looked up, watching as the three of them stared right back at him. “He’s in college, so at least you know he’s getting an education.”

Jack chuckled. “You were in college and you still have the brain of a monkey.”

Luke stood up, throwing the laptop on the couch as you and Quinn gave each other knowing looks. “And if you went to college, you would know that monkeys are actually really smart!”

You rolled your eyes, huffing as they burned glares into each other’s souls. “Can you guys just shut up!” you shouted. “I’m going to DM him and then I am going to never ask for your guys’ opinions ever again,” you smiled, standing up from the couch and walking towards your bedroom.

“I still don’t like him!” Jack yelled from the living room.

You groaned, not even making a move to turn around and talk to him. You simply shouted from the stairs, “I don’t care!” 

You started a conversation with "Macklin Celebrini"!

You: Hii!

Macklin: You saw it, didn’t you?

You: What gave it away?

Macklin: The fact that you probably didn’t know I existed until that video came out.

You: Okayy, true. BUT I enjoyed it!

Macklin: Which part? The part where I was trying not to kill my brother, or the part that became a meme of my face getting so red everyone put tomatoes all over my Instagram comments?

You: Both? To be fair, I thought your blushing was cute.

Macklin: You’re kidding.

You: Not in the slightest. :) So, when are you in Michigan next? Heard there was this super fun lake house there in the summer.

Macklin: I can’t believe this is happening.

You: You would think you would be a bit more enthusiastic.

Macklin: Believe me, my face is crazier than in the video right now, and that’s saying something.

You: I believe it. And actually, that’s just all of my burner accounts commenting on your post.

Macklin: Knew something was suspicious.

You: Oh, definitely. Also…

Macklin: Bad news? I knew this was going too well.

You: No. Just thank your brother for me.

Macklin: For what?

You: For leading me to you.

Macklin: Oh, God, I’ve gone full-on tomato.

You: 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅!

Macklin: IT WAS YOU

[piratefishmama]

Prompt being this post about daycare worker Eddie and Single Parent Steve right here

Eddie was a professional. He couldn’t flirt with the kids parents, especially since he didn’t actually know which ones would be interested in him. Single fathers were always kind of… 50/50 in terms of whether or not they’d be into another guy, so Eddie was pretty comfortable not flirting with parents.

Until Steve Harrington.

Little Ellie, or Nora, or Eleanor depending on the brand of shenanigan that she’d gotten up to during the day, had been going to Tiny Terrors Day-Care for a little over four months now after the parent and child had moved into town a week before she’d joined them. Eddie had met Steve twice. Once, where Ellie had spectacularly ran head first into a door pretending to be a T-Rex, and the second time, was when Robbie, a little shit, pulled her pretty pig tails out and ran off with her hair ties.

They had little green T-Rex charms on them, Eddie had never seen such a thing before, it turned out they were custom made by one of her uncles. Priceless treasures basically.

She hadn’t done anything to Robbie, no. Robbie was four and just acting out. The five-year-old knew better than to hurt Robbie, no. After she’d gotten her hair ties back, she, with an impressive amount of force, booted one of the helpers directly in the shin, when said helper suggested Robbie must have just had a crush on her.

Physical violence had been paired with her furious little voice demanding they never tell girls that boys hurting them means they have a crush, cause her daddy said that’s the dumbest thing ever. Boys shouldn’t hurt girls!! And nobody should be excusing boys hurting girls!!

It was a pretty spectacular verbal beat down for a five-year-old to be giving a grown adult, Eddie didn’t actually have anything bad to say to her about it either. He just had to tell Steve that she’d injured one of the staff, because… protocol.

Steve had given her a high five and promised her ice cream when he’d found out why. Eddie kind of wanted to kiss him.

It was fine. Totally fine, he’d only seen him twice and he’d managed to contain his urge to flirt even with Steve looking at him in a way that could definitely be construed as interest. He didn’t want to assume, assumptions could lead to chaos and chaos didn’t belong in the lives of toddlers.

So, he was pretty sure that he’d be fine for the easter hunt.

Steve had RSVP’d that he would be attending with Ellie when the little newsletter went out about it, since wherever he worked was closed for the holiday, Eddie had… understandably freaked out a little, but he’d done it in the office.

Away from the staff. Away from the kids. He’d be fine to witness Steve being a great dad for the day. Totally fine. He’d had his little freak out, he was fine to spend the morning of their little hunt hiding eggs with the staff, definitely not feeling his nerves skyrocketing at the idea of Steve helping little Ellie find them later.

They weren’t real eggs, oh no, definitely not real eggs. They were hiding little colourful plastic eggs, each colour holding a value, so the more plastic eggs you found, the bigger your easter haul could be! It wasn’t just eggs either, they had cakes, cool prizes, sweets, and other things donated to the day care for the kids by members of the community, someone had donated a bike for crying out loud. It was silver and gold and had removable stabilizers, totally gender neutral so any kid could enjoy it without it being too girly or too boyish.

They’d hidden a golden egg for the bike. It was extra hard to find.

Eddie had hidden it personally under the roots of an old tree stump just beyond the tree line, in a little hollow half hidden by moss and foliage. The other eggs just hidden around the park. The only reason he’d hidden it beyond the treeline, was because the parents would be looking with the kids. No child would be going beyond that tree line without their parents present.

So, with all the eggs hidden, some a little more obvious than others, Eddie and the rest of the staff waited for their attendees, who slowly began trickling in sometime around noon. The hunt was supposed to start at one, and Eddie was definitely not craning his head side to side, searching through the rapidly growing crowd of parents and children for that specific dynamic duo, he absolutely wasn—

“Eddie!!” Eddie’s eyes snapped to the left just in time to catch his favourite, even if he wasn’t supposed to pick favourites, tiny terror, Ellie, just before she’d have bulldozed into his legs. He hoisted her up and into his arms with a pleased little,

“Elliesaurus Rex!!”

“Quick, tell daddy that the shirt looks fine!” Eddie found himself focusing beyond her at the request, finding his smile growing wider at the dressed down Steve Harrington, wearing an incredibly stupid Hawaiian shirt that didn’t even remotely look like it belonged to him, and a pair of quarter length jeans rolled a little further up his calves and sandals fuck.

The shirt was baggy enough to hide what would no doubt be an absolutely spectacular rear fitted snugly into those jeans though, sadly enough.

“The shirt looks fine.” He parroted with a mischievous grin, a grin that widened as Steve rubbed at the back of his neck bashfully.

“It’s laundry day, the only clean shirt I had was something my old man ‘passed down’ to me, I… don’t usually wear this sort of thing.” There was a story there, Eddie wanted to hear it. Maybe some other time though.

“You look good in it! It suits you” honestly a garbage bag would suit Steve Harrington, it wasn’t fair how pretty that man was.

“It does not” Steve laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling in such a way that Eddie had to internally remind himself that he should not flirt with the parents of the kids. Definitely don’t do that. “You though—you uh… I like the uhm… the apron.” Eddie’s eyes widened a fraction, before he looked down at himself, sure enough, he’d left his apron on. The one still covered in dried paint hand prints and dirt. “The dirt looks good on your knees too.” Aaand the dirt on his knees from where he’d been kneeling down in the grass.

“Haaa-hah, we can’t all look like we just stepped off a run way in Hawaiian chic, Mr. Harrington” Eddie definitely didn’t think he was imagining the soft rosy hue to those perfect cheekbones but—maybe it was just the heat. God he was beautiful. “Okay! Okay it’s uhm. It’s almost one, so—So we should probably get everyone gathered together, would you like to take your minion back?” He offered Ellie back to her dad, who let out a soft chuckle at his daughters whine of disappointment, before plucking her from Eddie’s hands.

“But—But I wanna stay with Eddie” was the immediate complaint, which frankly melted Eddie’s already gooey heart even further.

“I know sweetheart, but Eddie’s gotta do Eddie things, yeah? We can hang out with Eddie after we find you some eggs, okay?” Eddie raised a single brow at the assumption, but Steve just offered an apologetic grin, sneaky sneaky, Mr. Harrington.

Especially sneaky since Ellie perked right up, chirping, “Okay!!” placated by the promise of Eddie time later making it impossible for Eddie to say no. Eddie couldn’t even be mad, he wanted Steve time too. Maybe not around some thirty kids and their parents, but… he wanted Steve time too.

“Alrighty” he didn’t refuse Eddie time, Ellie and Steve could have all the Eddie time. “Everyone, could I have your attention please!!” All eyes on him, he stepped to the front of the group “Behold my glorious little adventurers! Behind me is a park FILLED with possibilities. There are one hundred and fifty colourful plastic eggs hidden within this park, the more eggs you find, the bigger your Easter haul will be! Not only that, but somewhere, in this glorious wonderland of opportunity, is a SINGLE golden egg. The finder of such a treasure, will go home with the grand prize of the day, a brand-new bicycle, donated by one of the incredibly generous members of our community.” The excitement in the crowd only seemed to grow, be it for the chocolate, or the bike, Eddie didn’t know, he was just happy everyone was excited.

“To keep things fair, we’ll have staff members monitoring the hunt to ensure nobody steals any eggs from anyone. If you can’t hold any more eggs, you’re welcome to come and ‘bank’ them with the staff over here by the main gates, you’ll get a little slip with a number on it for how many eggs you’ve banked! Now. Are we all ready?” Ohhh they were ready “Aaaare we set?” They were set!! “Aaaand, GO!!”

Chaos. Complete and utter chaos descended upon that park in an instant. Kids diving into bushes, Parents climbing up trees, Eddie had hid at least three eggs on that jungle gym, but nobody had even checked there yet, too busy looking in bushes and—

“Get it, munchkin!!” Steve Harrington, with a little terrible terror on his shoulders, Ellie reaching up to the top of the climbing frame to grab the little green egg from where one of the girls had left it poking out of a post that’d lost its end cap, the larger rounded bottom of the egg resting in the top of the hollow tube perfectly. “Into the bucket! That’s my girl!”

Eddie could watch him all day. Could watch him climbing a tree to get the one egg Eddie had left up a tree, could watch him bent over -oh my god that shirt rode up and hello perfect ass- pushing his daughter up the tube slide to grab the little egg one of the girls had stuck to the inside of it with double sided sticky tape. Could watch Ellie running to her dad with an arm full of eggs she’d found half hidden in a shrub, could watch him celebrate by lifting her up and twirling her around all day long Eddie was so very screwed.

He could also watch, fascinated, by the way Ellie found the golden egg. She found it, all on her own while hunting in the bushes around the stump. She didn’t yell about it, she didn’t throw it into her bucket, she sneakily showed her dad, who glanced around him as if making sure nobody saw, then whispered something to her, Eddie didn’t know what the man said, but whatever he said, it had her hurrying off, egg in hand, eyes scanning the park and everyone in it for a little while, before very sneakily depositing the little egg into a bush and grabbing a boy by the shoulder to point at it for him.

“Look, look it’s the gold one!” She chirped, shaking the little boy, and nudging him toward it “you take it! Quick!” Now, Eddie knew all of Ellies friends in day care. And this little boy… wasn’t one of them. He was new, from a family who didn’t have much, relied on coupons and the generosity of the staff at the day care to keep him while his single mother worked long hours for low income.

It was something Eddie had to ask about, but he only got a chance to do that once everything was over. Once the prizes had been doled out, chocolate eggs, cool colouring sets, accessories, the bike to one VERY excited little boy and one baffled and emotional mother, Eddie sidled himself up to Team Harrington, the pair piling their haul into the trunk of Steve’s minivan?

The fuck did he need a mini van for being a parent of an only child? Didn’t matter.

“Sooo, was I seeing things, or did I see one very sneaky little lady giving away a bike earlier?” Ellie only giggled in mischievous glee as she hurried away with the biggest of her chocolate eggs, taking it to go gorge herself on chocolate by the swings, leaving her dad and her favourite day care person all by themselves in the carpark.

Steve smiled at him, amusement dancing in his beautiful hazel baby cow eyes good lord Eddie was so screwed for this man. “It’d have been a bit weird if the person who donated the bike took the bike home, don’t you think?” Surprise must have shown on his face because Steve continued “I knew people were donating stuff, so I uh… I got a few things together and Ellie’s uncle dropped them all off the other day.” Dustin had dropped them off, left the goods with one of the girls. Eddie hadn’t seen who’d left it all. “Didn’t think I’d be the only one donating something big but… I dunno, it’s nice to see it go to someone who’d appreciate it.” He wasn’t bragging, he wasn’t flaunting wealth, he seemed genuinely happy that some random kid now had a bike.

Don’t flirt with the parent, don’t flirt with the parent, don’t flirt with the—fuck it

“Uh… so uhm, stop me, if uh… if—if you’re not like… that way inclined but uhm… are you free on Friday? For uhm… dinner… maybe…?” It was out there, Steve was looking at him, eyes wide in surprise “shit—that was. Too forward. Super unprofessional, I’m sorry, ignore me I’ll just—I gotta—” he was about two seconds into running away when Steve grabbed his arm in a gentle but strong hold.

“Wait! Wait… like, a date?”

“…Yes?”

“Y-yeah! Yes, yeah, absolutely I’ll… I can uhm—Robin, my sister, she can look after Ellie, so yes, absolutely I am absolutely free on Friday. Let’s say… eight, I’ll pick you up? Maybe dinner at my place and a movie?” Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

Holy shit. “Eight and that, sounds perfect.” The love life, it has risen!

“Perfect, eight it is.” Hallelujah!!

[leelei1980]

Loving Mr. Munson- Gonna make you Sweat

This is based on this fun anonymous ask-

Picture this: (reader is still dating Robbie) reader and Robbie spend the weekend at eddie’s and reader decides to work out in the gym (assuming Eddie has a home gym area) and she’s wearing her cute little sports bra and booty short combo, Eddie then joins her and spots her so she can do pull ups and he’s already wanting her 😈Also she’s just in the house in skimpy tops and Eddie literally has to coexist with that 🤷🏼‍♀️

I modified it a little bit- I hope it is alright! Hope you like it❤️

Reader:

" Robbie, baby, I'm going to get up. You rest baby, okay?" He groaned in response, he was not the morning person that you were.You carefully slid out from under your boyfriends arm.

You thought it was sweet that your boyfriend wanted to spend some quality time with his Father, and when he asked you if you wanted to come along you agreed, as long as you wouldn't be interfering with their guy time. Robbie insisted you joined them, probably because he knew how much Eddie enjoyed your company, and your cooking.

Eddie was more than just your boyfriends Father, over the years the two of you had become friends. The older Munson was kind, funny and despite his " metal" appearance he was kind of a nerd , just like you were. You had both shared a love for Tolkien, George R.R. Martin's Game of Thrones book series and just random useless knowledge in general. He was laid back, the complete opposite of your Father, who was uptight and overprotective of you because you were his little girl. Eddie was definitely the cool dad.

You had always been an early riser, enjoyed the peace and quiet that came along with it. Some mornings you lounged with a cup of coffee, other mornings you might go for a walk or jog, this morning you decided that after a long night of being cramped in a twin sized bed with your boyfriend, yoga might be a good way to start out the day.

You quietly got into your bag, changed into your yoga pants and sports bra and tip toed out of the room, down the hallway and down into the basement where Eddie had set up a home gym.

There were weights , a weight bench, kettlebells, a treadmill, and an exercise bike. The man had quite a set up and it was obvious that he clearly knew how to use it. Robbie was fit, but Eddie, Eddie was jacked. He said he needed to stay in shape because of his job, if he wanted to have a long career as a mechanic he had to have a strong core because he spent most of his time hunched over a car and he didn't want to end up looking like Quasimodo when he was 60. Well he was definitely doing something right. You couldn't deny it, you had checked the man out,  he was in incredible shape. You couldn't fathom why the man was still single.

You sat on the floor and stretched, waking your body up, working out the kinks and the knots from the night before.

You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, in through your nose, out your mouth. You slowly move from Childs pose, raising on your hands and knees for Cat/Cow, arching your back, breathing, stretching, transitioning from cat to cow,head up, hips engaged -

" Uh, good morning Sweetheart."

You opened your eyes, frozen in your position and saw Eddie standing there smiling.

" Sorry to interrupt, I just didn't want to scare the shit out of you."

You sat back on your heels, " I didn't even hear you come in. Super stealthy." You brushed a piece of hair out of your face and smiled. " Wanna join me?"

" Yoga?" He snickered .

" Yeah yoga, it feels good to stretch,it strengthens your core." You pat the floor beside you. " Come on, it's a great warm up too. Then you can move on to your manly man weights and your grunting and straining."

Eddie laughed." Ok, for you Dollface, I'll give it a try. But you have to lift weights with me after "

" Fine." You watched as Eddie took a hair band out of the pocket of his low riding sweatpants, reached up and pulled his hair into a low messy bun, his old, tattered, sleeveless Iron Maiden shirt lifting a smidgen revealing his abs. You swallowed. Damn, the man was fit.

He sat down beside you and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. " Shouldn't we be listening to some Enya or something? I feel like there should be monks chanting or some shit like that in the background."

You laughed. " Do you have any Enya to listen to?"

" Fuck no."

" Then I guess we will have to make do without. We will start off simple, Childs Pose."

You demonstrated.

He followed suit." Damn ."

" Yeah I know, right? Now breathe. We will hold this pose then transition to the one I was doing when you walked in." You sat up and observed. You ran a hand along his back."Relax," you watched him let out a deep breath." That's it, perfect! Now up on your hands and knees Munson."

He lifted up onto his hands and knees and looked over at you and smirked. " Do you boss my son around like this when he does yoga with you?"

"No, because he never does this with me. He'd rather sleep in. I can't help it, I'm a morning person,I have an internal alarm clock and I get up super early."

" He never does this with you?"

" No, " You shrug and get into position." It's fine, it's not his thing. Sooo, next what you want to do is tilt your pelvis-"

" Well that sounds awfully intimate. I usually prefer dinner first before I go tilting my pelvis-"

You laugh." Just dinner? Wow, your a cheap date, you should at least hold out for drinks too."

This time he chuckled. " I'll remember that. So show me what you want me to do?"

You demonstrated, starting in tabletop, moving into cow than cat pose, breathing as you went. It felt so good to stretch your muscles.

Eddie mimicked your movements, groaning as he stretched." Fuck, this does feel good."

"See? I told you! So next we will do the heart melting pose, you start back in tabletop pose then you are going to walk your hands out, dip your chest down to the ground, arms straight out in front of you, ass in the air-" you caught a glimpse of Eddie full on staring at your ass and you smiled to yourself but quickly looked away. He was a guy, that was what guys did. "Breathe -"

" I, uh , I think this one is a little out of my comfort zone Princess."

You turned your head to look at him. "I have total faith in you Edward Munson."

"I wouldn't want to make a fool out of myself in front of a pretty girl. I'm afraid that if I got down on the floor like that I wouldn't be able to get up."

You slid gracefully from melting heart pose into upward facing dog and watched Eddie's breath hitch. You smiled. Ok, so maybe it gave you a little thrill seeing his eyes follow your movements, watching your body, and maybe you were putting on a little show.....

" Would it, uh , bother you if I kind of did my thing over here in this corner of the room?"

You laughed. " I mean, this is your house....."

" I'm just trying to be a gracious host Sweetheart."

" Your a wonderful host. Please Eddie, do whatever you would like."

You watched him as he went over to the weights, picked them up and started doing curls. You could see the muscles in his arm flexing under all the tattoos. You closed your eyes and concentrated again on your breathing but all could hear was HIS breathing, his little grunts as he did his reps, you needed to reel yourself back in. He was your friend, your boyfriends Father for fuck sake.

" Hey uh, Sweetheart? Would it fuck up your concentration if I played a little music? It's so fucking quiet down here I feel like all I can hear is my heavy breathing."

You opened an eye and peeked at him, let out a breath."Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here."

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Eddie:

" Go right ahead, do what you normally do Eddie, pretend like I'm not even here." I watched as she smoothly transitioned into another pose. Fuck.Yeah, pretend like she's not even here. Well that's fucking impossible. Pretend like she's not here,wearing her tight yoga pants and a sports bra, bent over with her sweet ass up in the air, pretend like she's not stretching into these impossible poses that are making me think the most inappropriate things about my son's girlfriend.

Snap the fuck out of it Munson, stop acting like a horny teenager. Pull yourself together.

A distraction, I need a distraction.I put down my weights and turned on the radio. There we go, Alice in Chains. I went to my weight bench and sat back, started doing some bench presses.

" I'm the man in the box, buried in my shit, won't you come and save me?" I heard her sing. I smiled to myself. That's fucking adorable. She's doing yoga and singing Man in the box.

" Do you need a spotter?" She asked, walking over,adjusting the messy bun piled on top of her head.

I smirked." Think you could lift this bar if I dropped it?"

" Good point." She laughed. " Think I could try? Obviously I am not as strong as you are, I would have to start off a little lighter."

I smiled and put the bar back in the cradle."Let me set it up for you." I got up and adjusted the weights to something I thought she would be able to handle. I watched her straddle the bench and sit down." There you go Princess, now lay down-"

" I usually prefer a date with dinner and drinks before I just lay down," she smirked.

I smirked." You're such a smart ass."

" I mean, I am dating your Son, I have to be a smart ass just to keep up with him " She laid back.

" Very accurate statement." I moved to the head of the bench and stood over her. " We'll just take it easy ok?" She looked up at me with big, doe eyes and nodded."Don't worry, I've got you Sweetheart. Now, hands apart slightly wider than shoulder width, good, bar directly over your shoulders. Perfect. Plant your feet on the ground. Your going to want to engage your core Darlin, don't arch your back. Good, " I watched as she lowered and raised the bar, I kept my hands close just in case. "Excellent job."

" Doin' good? This is fucking hard-" She let out a breath. " You make it look easy." She did a couple of reps than put the bar back. I walked around to the foot of the bench and extended my hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted." I think I will stick to little weights."

" You did awesome." I smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair off her forehead.

" Thanks." She smiled ." Is it still cool if I hang out down here with you? Maybe run on the treadmill?"

" Absolutely. It's,uh kind of nice to have someone to work out with."

" Ditto. Does that mean we have a date down here tomorrow morning?"

" Sure, I'd like that."

" Perfect!" She fist bumped me and smiled."Workout buddies!"

I smiled." Yeah, workout buddies."

We stayed down in the gym for about an hour,  listening to music, shootin the shit, doing our thing. It was actually fun, especially because she was just as motivated as I was if not more .

The next morning I woke up bright and early and made my way down to the basement. She was already there, stretching, wearing ridiculously short shorts and another sports bra. Jesus Christ, can't she just wear sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt or something?The outfits this girl wore, her short little belly shirts and tight jeans, goddamn, she was fucking killing me and she didn't even know it.

She smiled." Good Morning Mr. Munson, are you ready to work up a sweat?"

I just shook my head and smirked." I'm ready if you are Doll."

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[qqueenofhades]

would you ever write a modern/no-powers au for dreamling/sandman?

"Look, Mee," Hob says, for the fourth or fifth time that conversation. "I'm sure your brother is, uh, great, but I'm not sure -- "

"Come on," his best friend says, also for the fourth or fifth time that conversation. "Honestly, you'd be doing me a massive favor. I can barely get him out of the house most days, so I figured that at least the two of you could faff off and be really pathetic together?"

"Thanks." Hob switches the phone to his other ear and glares suspiciously out at the garden; when you've got two small children and it's quiet, you figure something's gone terribly amiss. Robyn and Alison haven't burnt the place down or gotten run over in traffic, but they're playing with something small, muddy and possibly still alive, and Hob debates whether he has to sprint out and save them from certain death. "You're a great friend, truly."

"I know," Morticia says airily. That does, bewilderingly, seem to be her actual name (were her parents massive Addams Family fans or something?) but with Hob and the rest of her friends, she generally goes by Mors, or Mee for short. He looked it up once. Ancient Roman god(dess) of death, which made him laugh, at least when it didn't kick him in the teeth. "You can thank me later."

"And I want to spend time with your brother... why?"

"Because." Oh God, here it comes. He can hear her trying not to say it, the same way everyone's tried not to say it in the going-on-eighteen months since his wife went into an ordinary central-London NHS hospital to give birth to their second child and didn't come back out. "You know it would be good for you, Robbie."

"Right." Hob's voice turns wry. "Can't have me wallowing alone in my misery? You know I've got the kids to look after, and they're talking about extending my contract at Birkbeck. I'm keeping busy."

Keeping busy. It always sounds stupid, even if it's the truth. Like you can chase overwhelming, soul-crushing grief away just by getting out of bed and making breakfast for the kids, holding Robyn's hand as you trundle off on the school run and tell him to have a good day, the thousand and one ways you think you're massively arsing this up and Ellie would have been so much better. Every time the doorbell rings or someone comes up the walk, he thinks -- for a stupid moment he thinks -- and then of course it isn't. You think about women dying in childbirth like it's something out of medieval times, or some third-world country. Not in England in the twenty-first century. Not in London. Not as if your daughter is beautiful and bright and alive, and every time you look at her, you remember that her mother isn't, and the happiness you feel is poisoned by grief again, cold and blue and endless as the ocean. You laugh with the kids at some Disney cartoon one moment, and the next, you're crying alone in the kitchen, in bed, in the silent darkness. And no matter how much you ask, she doesn't answer. You think she does, sometimes. You're just fooling yourself.

You know, Hob thinks. Maybe it would be good for him. At least it would let him spend time with (if Mee's account is anything to go by) the one man in all of London more pathetic than him. It doesn't have to be anything more than that. Even if she is trying to set him up, she wouldn't admit it. She isn't, surely? Trying to match her brother off with her best friend, widowed-single-dad-part-time-lecturer who's clinging onto sanity by the bare edge of his fingernails? Right? Fuck. Should never have told her that he's bi. Doubled her meddling possibilities at a stroke. And yet. He's so lonely, he almost doesn't care.

"Fine," Hob says resignedly. "I'll see if I can get a sitter for the kids. And it better not be that grotty brewery in Shepherd's Bush you dragged me to last time."

"No." Mee sounds like she's laughing at him. She probably is laughing at him, or else she thinks he's become such a pathologically undatable freak that his only chance for happiness ever again is with her equally pathetic little brother. "Nice new Asian-fusion place. Hammersmith. Fifteen minutes from you on the Tube. Don't chicken out, Robert."

And with that, well --

There's pretty much no choice.

Hob finds a sitter for the kids, promises to pay her twenty quid an hour (it's London, after all), and grumblingly picks out some clothes. He's not good at this. It's been almost ten years since he was dating anyone, and Eleanor was from a rich enough family that there was no chance of ever impressing her parents; he could have turned up in anything from Savile Row to a bloody dishcloth and they still would have hated him. Then he finds himself fucking around to the point where he's going to be late, the Tube will be a nightmare anyway, and panics again and rushes out the door with barely a word about what to feed the kids and when to put them to bed. Is nice Olivia from down the street judging him? She almost surely is.

Hob grimly toddles off to Hammersmith, exits into a light rain, and spends an inordinate amount of time searching for the restaurant. When he finally steps inside, he's not quite sure who he's looking for. Mee texted him a picture of her brother, but Hob has trouble believing that such a pale, pasty, and terminally uncharismatic twink could ever be related to her. One of them has to be adopted, and he's laying money on this one, whose name is -- no, seriously -- Morpheus. Morticia and Morpheus. What is wrong with their parents? Determined to doom their children to an eternity of primary-school torment?

Hob contemplates turning around and leaving, but now he's come this far, Olivia will definitely judge him if he returns within the hour, and frankly, he's judging himself. Even worse, he's fairly sure he's just spotted his man. Morpheus (come on, really?) is sitting by himself at a corner table, looking appropriately dark and broody, in his emo-goth dark coat and toilet-brush hair. Just like the photo. He's admittedly not bad-looking in person; he's got a pale, chiseled beauty that is briefly arresting, almost unearthly. Still, though. Definitely a wanker.

"Hello," Hob says, deciding to bite the bullet. He strides over, hand outstretched. "I'm Robert Gadling, and I think you're the bloke I'm supposed to be meeting? I know your sister."

Morpheus's mouth makes a small lemon-sucking motion. He rises to his feet, regards Hob's hand as if not certain what to do with it and/or wondering if he can get away with not touching it, and finally shakes it, brief and cold and dry. "I am," he says curtly. "You may sit."

Well, good. Glad they got His Majesty's permission. No unauthorized sitting happening here, no sir. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Hob puts his bag on the floor and slides into the chair across from Morpheus. Like every Londoner at a loss for a better opening line, he reaches for the weather. "Shame about this piss, isn't it? And it was all the way up to twenty degrees last week. Did you have to come far?"

"No," Morpheus says, still not displaying any particular delight in being forced to spend this evening in the presence of another human being and looking as if he is very much hoping the floor will suddenly open up and swallow him. "Not far."

Hob waits, in vain, on the chance that Morpheus might elaborate. He does not. Well. This is going swimmingly. Are they on a date? Did Mee tell him that they were on a date? Is Hob sure this isn't an extremely elaborate prank, and she just plucked one of her single friends from the vast and bewildering mystery of her acquaintances? Truly, it is no wonder that Morpheus is, in fact, unattached. He's got the personality of a soggy rag and the face of -- well, not that. He is pretty. But Hob is not that shallow. Thanks very much.

Conversation suffers badly until they order drinks and food; or rather Hob orders, and Morpheus says that he'll take just a glass of wine. He does loosen up slightly as they talk; Hob does most of that, but Morpheus listens with cool, intent attention. From time to time he asks a question, but he doesn't interrupt, and finally Hob, trying to make it as light-hearted as "my wife died eighteen months ago and this is the first not-date I've been on ever since" can possibly be, admits it. He braces for Morpheus to get up, to run, to fire off an indignant text to Morticia or anything else, but he doesn't. He just nods once. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I know that it is... difficult."

All of a sudden, Hob is forced to consider the startling and unsettling possibility that Morpheus himself knows something about this. He can't say why or how that might be, but life is full of mysteries. "I -- yeah." It's an abject relief to say it and to have someone acknowledge it simply and matter-of-factly, not smother him with sympathy or cluck about how hard it is. "So if I'm off my game, that, uh. That's why."

Morpheus thinks about that for a long moment. Then all at once, out of nowhere, he smiles. It completely transforms his face, it twists like a fishhook in Hob's gut, and all of a sudden, he wonders in alarm if he is, in fact, entirely that shallow after all. "Believe me, Hob Gadling," Morpheus says. "It has very much been my pleasure."

[sensei-venus]

Some fluff for Anthony I’m literally in love with him maybe Lawrence reader and everyone finds out about their secret relationship including Daniel Johnny and Amanda

(Unedited) (Support The Writer🌺) (Anthony & Reader are in Highschool because I said so because they go to school with the others, Lawrence!Chubby!Reader,Soft Kissing, Secret Dating,Fluff & Angst, Sneaking Out, Sam is a Snitch,Robby Probably Knew, Johnny trying to be a supportive Dad.)

Reader couldn’t help but giggle a little, her cheeks felt all flushed and warm. Getting into Anthony’s room was a bit of a task. Scaling the LaRusso house and getting up to the roof could be pretty, hard especially at night. There was barely any light other then from the windows.

But sneaking out late at night was the only way for her and Anthony could meet up that week.

Between her father and Anthony’s parents it was hard to meet up in person or face time. Their secret texting only got them so far. The urge to see each other was constant. The only time they got to see each other was at school or when they got to glaze at each other from afar at the dojo. On the rare occasion they meet up for secret dates around town.

It didn’t help that their siblings where also constantly on them. Both Robby and Sam would periodically check in on them. Better known as snoop around to keep a eye on the two of them. The teens knew that their older siblings would sneak into their rooms and look around time to time. So far after months of dating in secret, neither of them seemed to have found out about the secret relationship.

Anthony rolled his eyes as he helped pull his girlfriend in into his room from his bedroom window. He couldn’t help the small smirk that pulled on his lips as she finally climbed all the way in. He helped her stand up and shut his window again. He whispered out “You really have to stop doing that. One day Sam or my parents are going to hear you.” Reader groaned as she flopped onto his soft bed. Her eyes looking over at him as he just sighed and sat down next to her

There was a long pause as they just sat on the bed together thinking. They both had such a hard time keeping the relationship they had a secret, especially for so long. It was madness trying to keep it hidden away from everyone to see.

But it always came down to one simple thing that caused them to not want to come out about their romantic feelings towards each other.

Reader was a Lawrence.

Anthony was a LaRusso.

It was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode if they where to tell everyone they where dating.

“I wish we didn’t have to do all this, sneaking around and stuff. I thought sneaking around was supposed to be fun and exhilarating. This just sucks…” Reader said as she scooted over on the bed to lay her head in his lap. Anthony slowly blinked as he looked down at her. Eyes half lidded as he watched her face fall. He picked at her hair, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers.

“I don’t like it either but you saw how my parents and your parents acted the last time our families got romantic with each other. Maybe we can wait another year or two or-“

“I don’t want to wait, I want everyone to know that I have a hot boyfriend named Anthony LaRusso, gaming badass and karate dude. I can’t keep acting like I’m single when I’m not. It’s so hard acting l-like we aren’t a thing.” This was one of the only times that Anthony had seen his girlfriend act like this. In the months of meeting her and dating her, he had never seen her this upset.

He had never seen Reader Lawrence on the verge of crying. It made his stomach flip and his heart hurt. His usually strong headed tough girlfriend has tears welling in her eyes. Her hand slowly moved to grasp his. Her soft lips kissing his fingertips.

“I want to be able to hold my girlfriends hand in public. I want to be able to throw a arm over her when I’m sitting during a break at training. I want to kiss her in front of everyone when ever I want to.” He felt this chest start to tighten just a little “Just give me a little more time to think of a way to tell them ok? Please.” Reader clenched her eyes shut trying to magically suck up her tears. He didn’t let her do that for long as he whipped them away with his thumb. She gave a soft smile before pulling him closer.

Their lips meet in a sweet and soft kiss. It was simple and passionate. Light and airy almost. His thumb rubbed over her soft cheek, her hand laced gently though his dark curls. Lips moving together in a sweet rhythm. They where fully embraced into each other.

They didn’t even hear the door to Anthony’s room open.

All they heard was the loud gasp that had them separating in a split second. Eyes going wide as they stared at the open door.

Sam LaRusso stud in the door way with a shocked expression, mouth open and eyes wide as she looked at the two teens. What ever words they had in their minds where lost on their tongues. Both of them in complete shock of being caught by the boys older sister.

“Anthony!! Mom! Dad!”

Anthony didn’t even have time to shove Reader off of his lap by the time his parents showed up.

With a unexpected newcomer.

“Dad why are you here!!”

“You don’t get to ask that! Why the hell are you here Reader?! Your supposed to be at the apartment with Robby!”

Johnny yelled as he pushed past Daniel and Amanda. Reader shoot up and pushed herself away from Anthony on the bed. She was quick to try and lock her knee’s together to look more prepared. Taking a deep breath she looked up at her dad who was basically fuming now. His blue eyes digging holes into hers. Looking like he was about not snap.

Daniel doesn’t look as mad but Amanda is close to the same point as Johnny. Daniel has a eyebrow raised and Amanda is tapping her foot, Sam is still a bit in shock at what she just found going on in Anthony’s room.

“We have been gone for less then two hours and you decided to sneak in a girl- Reader at that.” Daniel says in a questioning tone. Amanda looks at her son in a box of anger and sadness. Clearly seeing what was about to go down now that the two teens had been caught.

Johnny whips back around and points a finger at Daniel and then to Anthony “Hey that’s my kid! I bet your mcjunior son tricked my daughter into coming here. Trying to pick a fight? Reader did he do anything to you?! Did that little prick put a hand on you!”

“Dad no stop!”

“That’s definitely not what was happening when I walked in.” Sam snorted making everyone look at her. She put her hands up In defense.

“Anthony what where you two doing in here when Sam walked in.” Amanda said with her arms crossed.

“I was… I was kissing my girlfriend when Sam walked in.” Anthony exclaims as he looks up to his mom with a small frown.  He really didn’t expect to be telling his parents about this tonight.  he thought that they could get away with it for just a little while longer. Clearly they couldn’t with the turn of events. 

Reader quickly takes his hand in hers and gives it a soft squeeze. Looking over he finds her smiling over at him, relief starts to flood over him. Maybe this wasn’t the worst timing after all. 

They both look up to their parents.

“Sam did you know about this??”

“I had no idea! And I admit to going though his stuff before and I didn’t find anything. I can’t believe he’s even dating anyone in the first place.”

Johnny is pacing the room at this point as he try’s to cope with the new information. He scratches at the back of his head “How long has this been going on? Does Robby know about this?” Reader sighs saying “ We’ve been going out for a few months now, and from my knowledge, Robby has no idea about us going out together. We didn’t want anybody to know in the first place because of this exact reaction.” She huffs at her father.

The room was silent after that for a while.

No one dare make a sound.

“Are you guys actually that made over this? That I’m dating a Lawrence?”

Amanda was the first one to reply back, quickly sitting next to Anthony. She took his free and hand patted it in hers.

“You really thought we would be upset just because your dating Johnny’s daughter? Is that why you two where hiding?”

Reader nods “We thought all of you would be upset about us dating each other because of what happened after Robby and Sam where together. Half of the time you guys couldn’t stand be near each other when the topic came up. We thought it would be the same with us so we just kept it a secret.”

Johnny groaned as he sat down next to his daughter.

“Maybe I’m a little pissed that your dating a LaRusso but still, you shouldn’t have felt like that. I just want to know your safe. If dating a shitty LaRusso makes you happy then so be it.” He tries his best in his own way to comfort his daughter. He puts a hand on the back of her head and gives her a quick kiss to the temple before pulling away. He ruffles her hair, she tears up a little as she goes and hugs her dad.

“It’s ok…I’m not mad.” He rubs her back harshly for a few seconds.

“Sam you suck by the way.”

“What!? What did I do!?”

The rest of the night was filled with chaos as they talked everything out.

The whole time Reader and Anthony held each others hands.

[novacorpsrecruit]

I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus

Steddie Dad(s) inspired by this

Steve is a single dad of two preschoolers. His two kiddos are well loved by their Auntie Robbie, Auntie Nancy and Uncle Eddie, along with the gaggle of kids — who are no longer kids — that are more than delighted to be babysitters.

Steve does his best to protect his kids from the monsters in the world, hoping to keep them away from the Upside Down and people who were outright mean.

And he strived to keep the magic alive for them.

Every year, he read them The Night Before Christmas and they would watch A Charlie Brown Christmas and Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town. And every year, he took the kids to Melvard’s to meet Santa.

Except this year, the flu bug hit hard.

First Wyatt, his four-year-old, caught the flu from his preschool. Then he gave it to Sarah, his three-year-old sister. Then she gave it to Steve. A series of the flu bug made them miss all three of their chances to meet Santa.

Steve was bummed. The kids were bummed. It was too late to send a letter to Santa, it would never get there in time even if Steve promises the several stamps on the envelope would make it get there faster.

It was Christmas Eve and it seemed impossible to make the kids happy about Santa. Steve was complaining over the phone to Eddie, trying to brainstorm ideas.

“I’ll be by in 30,” Eddie said over the phone. “Don’t tell the kids, it will be a surprise.”

So Steve directed the kids to work on paper snowflakes at the kitchen table while he started on popcorn and hot cocoa, pulling out the Tasmanian devil mug reserved for Eddie for when he comes over. They’ve been dancing around their emotions for years now, only growing stronger since Steve moved back to Hawkins while Sarah was still a babe on his hip. Eddie took well to his uncle duties, Steve wishing he could gain the courage to make a move on Eddie to make him something more than just an uncle. He sees the way Eddie looks at the kids, looks at him. But what if he’s wrong?

Suddenly, the kids were making a ruckus. No longer quietly working on their snowflakes, calling for his attention.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Look!”

He moved the milk to the back burner, turning off the flame as he went to see what they were hollering about. He entered the dining room, wiping his hands on the little apron around his waist when he felt his heart skip a beat.

The scrawniest Santa was in his yard. A few dark locks of curls peeking out of his Santa hat, the coat jacket sleeve falling to his elbow as he waved at the kids, revealing the bat tattoos on his forearm. If Steve wasn’t already in love with his best friend, he was now.

“Daddy! Santa!” Sarah cheered.

“Can we go see him?” Wyatt asked, already climbing out of his chair.

“Yeah, invite Santa in,” Steve said, helping Sarah out of her chair and onto the ground. “Tell him we’re making hot cocoa. Wyatt! Don’t go outside without shoes!”

He could hear their small feet pitter patter as they ran on the hardwood floor to the front door. “Santa! Santa!”

“Ho ho ho!” Eddie — Santa — cheered. “Is that Wyatt and Sarah Harrington?”

Sarah gasped. “He knew our names,” she whispered. “Santa! Did you get our letter! Daddy mailed it out yesterday!”

“We couldn’t see you,” Wyatt said. “We were sick when you came to town.”

“That’s what I heard!” Santa said, greeting the kids in a hug. He looked up at Steve, standing in the kitchen doorway, and gave a wink. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Santa it’s awfully nice that you were able to visit,” Steve said. “Isn’t it kiddos?”

“Yeah!” Sarah agreed.

“Yeah, ‘specially if you gotta deliver presents tonight,” Wyatt added. There was a brief pause as a thought went though Wyatt’s head. “Did you bring our presents early?”

“Ho ho ho!” Eddie — Santa — laughed. “You have to wait until Christmas Day to get your presents.”

“Kids, why don’t you show Santa your snowflakes and I’ll get us hot cocoa,” Steve suggested. “Santa, do you want hot cocoa?”

“I would love some hot cocoa,” Eddie nearly beamed under the Santa beard. Steve wondered if the beard would get in the way of Eddie drinking or if it would get stained… where the hell did he find a Santa costume in 30 minutes?

The evening was full of excitement. Santa and the kids made several snowflakes, hanging them in the front window by the table. Steve handed out cups of hot cocoa, with a slight protest from Wyatt.

“Daddy, that’s Eddie’s mug,” Wyatt said, as Steve handed the Tasmanian devil mug to Eddie. “Santa can’t use it.”

“I bet Eddie would be okay sharing with Santa,” Steve said. “Especially since this is a special night.”

“Yeah,” Sarah nodded. “Special night.”

“Okay,” Wyatt said. “You’d like Eddie, Santa. Some people think he looks scary, but he’s nice. I bet you he’s on your nice list.”

“Oh, ho ho! I know Eddie well,” Santa said with a smirk. “Years ago before Eddie was friends with your daddy, Eddie was on my naughty list.”

That made Sarah gasp.

“But he’s on my nice list now!” Santa added. “I think your daddy helped straighten him out.”

Steve had to snort at that. Neither of them were what you considered straight. Eddie gave him a knowing look. Steve scooped extra marshmallows into Eddie’s cocoa, just like he likes it.

After Santa read the kids a bedtime story, the kids sat on Santa’s lap whispering what they wanted for Christmas. Steve watched from the other room, hoping that he had whatever they were wishing for underneath the Christmas tree. Wyatt whispered his gift, Eddie nodding with such confidence. Sarah sat on his lap next, a quick whisper and there was a quick flash of emotion across Eddie’s face that Steve couldn’t read. Eddie whispered back to Sarah and she gave a slight pout as she thought it over before nodding.

“Ho ho ho!” Eddie laughed. “We will see. Now off to bed! I have to go deliver presents.”

“Good night Santa!” The kids said, giving a good night hug before going upstairs to their bedroom.

Steve followed them, stopping by Santa to whisper in his ear. “Stay? I’ll be down in 5.”

Santa nodded, waiting in the living room.

Steve followed the kids upstairs, ensuring they brushed their teeth and promising Santa will stop by later tonight to drop off their gifts, but only if they fall asleep.

When Steve came back down, Eddie was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, still in his Santa get-up.

“Hi Santa,” Steve said softly. Eddie smiled.

“Hi Mr. Harrington,” Eddie said. “Some kids you got.”

“Thank you, for this,” Steve said, reaching out, running his hands down the edge of the red jacket, lined with white fabric. “I have to ask. Where did you get a Santa suit on Christmas Eve?”

Eddie’s cheeks blushed. “I — uh — I have to confess,” Eddie half laughed. “Wayne’s Santa.”

“What?” Steve laughed. “Why didn’t you ask Wayne to dress up?”

“Because then I wouldn’t have an excuse to see you,” Eddie said softly. “Sarah’s got a really good Christmas wish.”

Steve sighed, “Please let it be a Baby All Gone. I went to three different stores to find the right one.”

“No,” Eddie said, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist, gently tugging him closer. “She wished Uncle Eddie would kiss her daddy.”

Steve gripped the edge of the Santa jacket a little tighter, as if he let go, Eddie would disappear. A smile broke out on his face. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Eddie nodded, a matching grin across his face. Steve let his hands slip under Eddie’s jacket, holding onto his waist. “You didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas, Mr. Harrington.”

“You,” Steve breathed. “I want you.”

Eddie leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against Steve’s lips. “Merry Christmas, Steve.”

Steve closed the small gap between them with another kiss. “Merry Christmas, Santa.”

A little gasp came from above them, followed by the telltale sound of pitter patter of small feet running back to their beds.

Steve let out a soft laugh, pulling Eddie back into the living room, out of sight from the upstairs railing. He lightly tugged the Santa beard down, exposing Eddie’s slight scruff and the faded scar on his cheek. “Guess we’ll have to find a way to explain that in the morning.”

“We?” Eddie asked, eyebrows raised to his Santa hat. A soft smirk played across his face.

“Stay?” Steve asked. “Unless you have to deliver presents tonight.”

“No,” Eddie said. “I — uh — actually brought the kids’ presents.” He let out a soft laugh. “Wasn’t sure if Santa was supposed to bring them.”

“You’re really something, Eddie Munson,” Steve said, sneaking another gentle kiss. “C’mon, we need to get to bed. I heard Santa’s coming tonight.”

“Oh, is he?” Eddie asked, eyebrow raised. “Well, Merry Christmas to me.”

Steve laughed, pushing Eddie down the hall to his bedroom to find Eddie a change of clothes for the night and a way to hide the Santa suit and another way to thank Eddie for all he’s done tonight.

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about single dad!Robby again @sensei-venus

He's probably so scared all of the time. At first, he was scared to hold his daughter but after a day, he won't put her down. If she falls asleep in his arms, she's staying there. He carries her everywhere. He read online that babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and now that her mom isn't around, he commits to building that connection with his daughter. Someone finds him at home with his daughter lying on his chest and he's like "Be quiet, she's sleeping."

His friends come together to help him raise his daughter. The LaRussos give him some old baby stuff they don't need anymore. Sam buys so many baby clothes. The guys come around to build the nursery while Robby is taking care of his baby girl. Hawk and Miguel tease him a lot though. Demetri gives a lot of baby STEM toys and books because why not? That's important, right? Tory gives moral support in the form of telling him "Babies aren't that hard. Wait until she's older."

Robby just holds his daughter close and kisses her head. "She's not growing up."

He's so cute honestly.

He's also so tired. But he doesn't want anyone to take care of her but him, thinking he has to do this on his own. He doesn't realize it takes a village because he watched his mom do it on her own. Poor Robby. Someone help get him some help.

And Moon does.

Robby has to work, so she brings around one of her midwife friends on an unbusy day. He trusts Moon, so after meeting Reader he's okay with leaving his baby girl with them. He does check in a lot though. He texts a lot and Moon sends him pictures of his daughter and Reader, smiles on their faces as they have a nice day. It's a big help to him and he can get what he needs to do done.

After a while of working like this, Moon leaves the babysitting to Reader solely. She's all for it, too, happy to help where she can even if she didn't know Robby before this.

One day, his daughter is a little under the weather. He's apprehensive to leave her with Reader, feeling like he has to be there for her, but Reader assures him that it'll be okay. He's working extra hard for his daughter and she knows that, so she tells him to keep up the great work and she'll take care of his sweet little girl.

Well, when he comes home, he finds Reader rocking his daughter. She's fussy and red in the face, but Reader has it all under control. As soon as she sees her daddy though, baby girl Keene is ready to be in his arms. So he washes up quickly so he can spend the night with her. He knows he's gonna be up with her all night, so he gets ready for it, not realizing Reader plans on staying to help.

"You can go, thanks for the help," he says in passing, kissing his daughter's head.

Reader is getting a bottle ready, shaking her head. "What? No, no, unless you want me to go, but I'd like to stay if that's okay. You've had a long day, I wouldn't want to leave you two alone."

He stares at her a little stunned. He wasn't expecting that. "I don't wanna keep you longer than I should. I mean, you have a home to go to."

"It's an apartment," she laughs and checks the bottle. It's just right, so she passes him. "Plus, it's pretty lonely. I'd be different if I had a cat or something."

He chuckles and starts feeding his daughter, who is more than happy to drink milk. She's mostly just happy her daddy is home. "I can't argue with that."

If he's being honest, he doesn't want to send her off. He knows how it is to be lonely, those kind of nights suck. "Well, uh, thanks. I'd be a big help if you stayed."

Reader smiles and starts cleaning up. "That's what I'm here for."

As she walks to the kitchen, Robby can't help but hope that she'll be around for more reasons than just watching his daughter while he's gone to work. However, he doesn't feel like he can say anything about that. He has a baby from a one-night stand in a party bathroom, who would want him? He's a mess.

If only he knew Reader was thinking some of the same things. She thinks he's so hot, especially when he's gotten out of the shower after a long day, and lays his daughter on his bare chest as she falls asleep. Not to mention she's totally fallen in love with his daughter. She's so cute with her gummy smile and little face. She's so tiny and sweet, how could one not love her?

Now if only these two - Robby and Reader - could see they're in the perfect place to fall for each other....

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

dad

annie told her father all about the alicia incident after sucking his cock on her couch. in fact, she told the story still kneeling on the floor, bottomless, cum on her chin.

robbie was out, having spent the night with casey. annie made her her father was aware of the empty apartment as she peeled off her panties for him, hoping he might want to go further, but he was certain robbie would appear at any time.

he was very interested in the idea of alicia's parents wanting to meet her and said the idea that alicia had a long-term illness but resisted long-term relationships was one he'd deeply probe if he were her parents' therapist. "i've got a few things you can deeply probe," annie offered.

her father left and robbie got home. he'd been railing casey all morning and had a few videos to prove it but could tell annie was deliriously horny, so he handed her his phone to watch the videos while he licked her clit and fingered her pussy.

"i met casey's parents this morning, she brought me down the stairs and she was literally in only a tank top, introduced me to her dad with her pussy showing."

"fuck," annie said. "i love her."

"her mom is hot, too," he said. "she had panties on but looked shaved. i tried not to stare."

annie giggled. "keep me posted." she said.

she had a date with richard that night. drunk after dinner in his apartment, she went to sophie's room and came out wearing some of her panties. richard called her sophie while he fucked her.

annie informed sophie of this along with a photo of her pulled-aside panties covered in cum. it was hours before sophie responded and she looked gaunt in the nude photo she sent back. annie was alarmed.

"you have to go get sophie," she told richard. "she's going to die."

somehow he heard it this time, and was on the next flight.

while waiting for updates from richard, annie got updates from tom. alicia was stable, but obviously comatose, and otherwise healthy. annie found herself weirdly compelled by alicia, and so asked tom questions about her.

alicia apparently worked in marketing for a company with offices L.A., NYC, and Chicago, and so spent her time floating between them. she had always been close with her parents and tom and rarely seemed to have time for friends. she picked up a lot of hobbies, though, and was skilled at a lot of crafts, and also juggling. he told her that alicia had never had anyone she called a girlfriend or boyfriend, but he knew that she was "always fucking someone."

"for a while," he told annie. "she was between apartments here, and lived with me and my girlfriend at the time," he said. "and she was getting railed like every single night. my girlfriend hated it."

"i hope you broke up with the prude," annie said.

"LOL," tom said. "i did, yeah."

annie asked tom if he wanted to meet for drinks a few days before she was set to meet his parents. he said yes, and so they met in the city that evening. he was tall and handsome.

"so do you guys vet all the women who give alicia strokes?" annie asked.

"this is the first time it has happened during sex," he said. "i think that is a compliment to you."

"yeah i am going to interpret it as such," annie said.

tom was presently single, he'd recently had an engagement broken off.

"why?" annie asked, not even apologizing for being nosy.

"we were just incompatible," he said. "i think i value relationships over things like, my career. and she was the opposite."

"i see," annie said.

"are there careerist therapists?" he asked.

"i guess," annie said. "the ones who want to write a book or become like, a social media star. i just like a pretty office and a steady income and feeling like i at least sometimes help people."

"have you ever been close to getting married?" he asked.

"not really," annie said. "i might have thought so. basically until my career really started i was kind of a monogamy addict, and i kept falling into long term committed relationships that didn't make me happy. for the last year i've really just been in casual situations and i am much happier."

"that's what i need, i think," tom said.

annie brought him back to her apartment. robbie was out, so they fucked and sucked for hours in the bed. tom had a great cock and great stamina. he loved annie's bush and was appreciative but not obsessive about her tits -- he turned her around to fuck her from behind a few times and annie really liked that, like he didn't need her tits in his face to be excited. he came on her ass and on her face.

"you gonna tell alicia about that when she wakes up or can i?" tom asked.

annie laughed. "has alicia ever seen your cock?" she asked him.

"you are such a therapist," he said. "straight to the family stuff."

"hey i haven't even asked about your mom yet," she said. "but has she?"

"yeah," tom said. "alicia has."

"when you were living together?"

"she walked in on me masturbating in the shower," he said.

"how did you feel about that?" annie said. "guys with big cocks tend not to be that concerned about being seen."

"yeah." he laughed. "i didn't mind. and she reacted positively."

"how so?" annie said.

"she said 'oh my god!' and then said 'that's a good oh my god!' and then clarified 'because you have a big dick!' and then she said 'oh my god!' again and left."

"did anything else come of it?"

"yeah," he laughed. "she came into my room in a towel and dropped the towel and said, 'we have to be even.'"

"was that the first time you'd seen her naked like, as an adult?"

"yeah," he said.

"she has great tits."

"yeah like you," tom said. "and like my mom."

"oh, that's good," annie said.

tom laughed. "why?"

"my mom doesn't have big tits and as soon as i developed she started to resent me, and my dad and my brother got like, really nice to me. as did every other man in the world."

"so it's good that my mom and alicia are on an even playing field?"

"good for their relationship, yes," annie said. "have you seen your mom naked?"

"all the time," he said. "she's not shy."

"how do they compare?"

"well, my mom is less tan and has more pubic hair and that's about it."

"how much more?" annie asked.

"well, as you know, alicia has none, and my mom has less than you," he said. "so there's not much, all day."

"i can't remember ever seeing my mom naked," annie said. "but when my brother goes home for weekends he says she will come into his room from the shower just fully nude and hang out."

"yeah," tom laughed. "that's not unfamiliar."

"really!?" annie laughed. "it's because you're tall."

"that does seem to make women want to get naked."

"has your mom seen your cock?"

"no."

"but she probably knows."

"my dad is about the same size as me," he said. "in all ways. i'm his clone and alicia is my mom's clone."

after that, tom got hard again, and so they fucked and this time annie took some pictures. she thought about using alicia's phone but decided not to. she gave it to Tom as he left the next morning.

[acheronist]

can you make sparknotes for the Red Wings players they are all the same person to me (sorry)

dw my darling i got you 🫡 here's the regular 23 man roster we've been skating this szn

forwards (+ this is going to be the number they wear on their jerseys, not their age)

jt compher (37) - won a cup whilst he was on the colorado avalanche (red wings long time beloathed nemesis rivals team), attended umich hockey with larkin and copp. deadpan dry asf tenderhearted weirdo. very good at hockey i like him

andrew copp (18) - 🎶get up and g-get down, 911 is a joke in your town🎶, local michigander boy playing for his hometown team, attended umich with compher and larkin, kind of fuck ugly but he's gritty and has a lot of love in his heart so we like him

alex debrincat (93) - another local michigander boy playing for his hometown team, really good at hockey, we rescued him from the ottawa senators (red wings short term/very recent beloathed nemesis rival team) and he likes it here more, haha lol lmao even. good at hockey!! kind of a sniper. also kind of fighty which is hilarious because he's about 9 inches shorter than the average nhl player. new dad and really loves it, brings his family to games all of the time. and he was our all star games representative this year !

robby fabbri (14) - how are you going to be a short italian-canadian kind of bisexual professional hockey player who mixes metals and has a standing eyebrow appointment. please pick a struggle. won the stanley cup w/ st louis and then got abandoned for being 'injury prone' and was sent to detroit in a 1 for 1 trade (the most humiliating of all nhl player trades imo). he and larkin and rasmussen are the only men left standing from the red wing's historic worst-ever season in 2019 where every game they looked like they were going to kill themselves.

christian fischer (36) - new bestie alert! huge locker room guy. okay at hockey (more of a playmaker than a goalscorer) but he's so fucking sillygoofy and funny i love to see this guy on my team. spent most of his career in arizona iirc, and basically he and gostisbehere came from the coyotes directly to the red wings as a buy one get one free deal.

patrick kane (88) - narcissict. arrogant. flop. old man who can't score anymore. history of assault and violent misdemeanors he never was punished for because he was the nhl's boytoy a decade ago. i hope he contracts sepsis from an unforeseen complication with his hip surgery and takes a long walk off of the rencen's roof and lands in the detroit river where he is frozen and then chopped up by an industrial ship's propeller. fuck this guy.

klim kostin (24) - beloved enforcer. used to skate for the edmonton oilers. his entire game is based around slotting in on the third/fourth line when necessary and whenever someone gets hurt he comes out swinging to establish the fact that the red wings are not to be fucked with. he doesn't start fights but he does finish them. notoriously big hearted and silly with his teammates. coincidentally wearing the same number as the red wings most famous enforcer from the 1980s, bob probert. my guard dog boy i love u

dylan larkin (71) - michigan native, umich grad, was the previous captain's rookie, the beating heart and soul of the team, carrying the weight of a century year old hockey team's legacy and all the ghosts that come along with that, never been to playoffs and hasn't won the cup yet. literally the miserable boyking of metro detroit. he's had to suffer a lot for absolutely no reason, but still manages to come and be our best and most important player every single night.

david perron (57) - he's old by nhl standards i.e. he's in his late thirties and has been playing for like a decade, so he knows his way around an nhl rink. french canadian enough that he's got an accent. big heart and soul guy, which i really wasn't expecting tbh! he's always standing up for teammates and has gotten in a few noteworthy fights (dylan got hurt so badly this szn that dp went rage-blind and ended up getting suspended for six games after fighting the opponents who hurt dylan)

michael rasmussen (27) - big fuck off scary intimidating canadian hockey lad. kind of awkward and bizarre. also kind of a doll if i can b honest. he's very shy and quiet in interviews but always has an insane serial killer look in his eyes whenever he's on the ice. was drafted high and then i suspect he had a lot of mental struggles about not being the player he was advertised/told to be? but the last few years he's stepped away from that role he thought he should be and started being himself and playing in a way that was obviously more comfortable, and he's taken huge huge productive strides and improved a lot. moose ily

lucas raymond (23) - our youngest babiest player!! he was our highest draft pick in a looooooooong time, and immediately went from prospect training camp -> regular nhl player, which is fucking crazy. he's exceptionally good at hockey, and has a reputation for coming in clutch with goals we need to win games. besties with moritz seider + jake walman + joe veleno.

daniel sprong (17) - i had no idea what to think of this guy at first but now i can't believe he's only been here for one season. it feels like he's been a wing for ages. he's one of our sniper goalscorers, except he shoots the puck with a lil too much sauce + with a feral desperation of a man afraid he was never going to score a goal again, every single time, which i love. also he stalks twitter and runs a team GC to forward memes that the fandom makes to the guys

joe veleno (90) - if bambi was a closeted italian canadian hockey player. wears an evil eye bracelet and also a crucifix? very meek and easy to bully, tbh, not our most productive goalscorer but also somehow he's very crucial to the emotional well being of the younger half of the roster? hes sillygoofy and a sweetheart and does his best every night which is all we can ask tbh. besties with lucas raymond + moritz seider + jake walman.

defensemen

ben chiarot (8) - resident manwhore dilf fashionista who knows he's sexy and loves to be a bitch on the ice. loves to be annoying and distracting @ the opponents during plays so the red wings can have space to move.

shayne gostisbehere (41) - escaped florida man turned into an nhler, sleeper agent defensive weapon that people tend to forget about. always busting his ass up and down the blue line. always looks sopping wet and really sad though? loves to shoot the puck and sometimes it even makes it to the net!

justin holl (3) - i'm hesistant to describe him as "good at hockey" but the boys seem to love him + he's silly enough to engage in the locker room antics + i've noticed him dealing out more hits lately which is always good.

olli maatta (2) - very very very steady in the most boring way possible. does his job and not an ounce more than necessary LOL but it's fine because he's good at what he does? a classic defensive defenseman.

jeff petry (46) - not… good? at hockey? but he is also a michigan native playing for the hometown team, and he's a veteran nhler, and he's a gritty sort of guy, so i like having him. he grew up in detroit proper, as well, because his dad played on the detroit tigers baseball team, so there's a lot of michigan sports lore going on in that household. also his kids are silly + love to come to games

moritz seider (53) - my sweet perfect darling defenseman prodigy. won the calder trophy because he was the most special and talented rookie in his first year in the nhl. breaking team records for defensemen at an alarming rate. was dylan's rookie, and is also frequently mentored by red wings defense legends. he's not a rookie anymore but you can still see how much responsibility he's shouldering and how much he takes after dylan's role modeled behavior/team legacy standards. good at handling tough responsibility vs staying silly anyways. hes my shining star and i luv him. generally he's paired up with jake walman on defense and they're a little bit married because of it. besties with lucas raymond + jake walman + joe veleno.

jake walman (96) - another guy who st louis abandoned and then ended up on the red wings and said "i want to spend my entire life and career in this city" . extremely silly. known for hitting the griddy whenever he scores important goals. big on video games + making tiktoks. tremendous locker room vibes guy, and very emotional and serious about proving his place on detroit's blue line. generally he's paired up with moritz seider on defense and they're a little bit married because of it. besties with moritz seider + lucas raymond + joe veleno.

goalies

ville husso (35) - looks like a haunted little porcelain doll. always sopping wet for some reason. very softspoken and european. mid-good level goalie, kind of needs to prove himself a bit now that alex lyon's gone completely off the shits and taken over starter goalie privileges, but i feel like there's no sense of animosity or competition between them? ville just strikes me as genuinely someone who's delighted and proud of his tandem partners for their successes, even if it comes at his expense / losing some of his chances to get ahead

james reimer (47) - idc about this man lol. he's either a very good goalie or an atrociously horrible goalie and you dont know what it'll be until the games already happening. passively homophobic christian behavior as well which i do not like to see. but he's also a veteran nhl player so in the beginning of the szn he was getting more opportunity than alex or ville.

alex lyon (34) - spent his entire career in the minor league/being traded between franchises where there wasn't really a space or need for him. got on the radar after keeping the florida panthers in their playoff race before losing, and then FL traded him to us. we've had goaltending agonies for years and then he's rolled up to detroit with something to fucking PROVE because he thought his hockey career was about to be over so he's skating every night like its do or die. after reimer and husso both were injured tho he finally got his chance to shine and oh baby he's been shining. unbelievably good at goaltending. big heart, very genuine, very funny, basically a male model as well, been to therapy and actually got something out of it, i would go to war for this man if he needed me to

[king-zacharyy]

Part 1 Part 2 (Here) Part 3

TW: Hospitals, Previous character death mention, injury mentions

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The next time Steve wakes up, it's to a cacophony of noise. His head is pounding, and the hospital lights and the sound in the room are only making it worse. He lets out a low groan, whimpering as the sound agrivates his head.

The room becomes almost entirely silent, save for the beeping of the EKG he's hooked up to. "Robbie." He whispers, and the next he knows, the overhead lights are off, and a bedside lamp is turned on. He slumps in relief and squint around the room, trying to see what was making all that noise.

It took a few seconds for his pounding head to process the blur everything had to it and sighed. Robin must've taken out his contacts at some point. "Robs?" His voice was still a bit rough, and his throat was definitely sore, but it didn't hurt as much to talk.

"Hey, Stevie. I'm here. Migrane?" Her voice was soft in the way it always was on bad head days. It brought a small smile to his face.

He made a noise of confirmation. "Wr're m' glasses?" He slurred, and in the next moment, everything became clear again as his best friend slipped the circular frames on his face.

He took in the faces around him, realizing that half the party was in the room. Dustin and Erica were passed out in a couple of chairs behind Robin, Nancy was sitting in a chair on the other side of his bed, Jonathan standing behind her, Will leaning into Jon's side, and at the foot of his bed...

"H– Hop?" There the Chief stood, not looking quite as dead as previously believed.

"Hey, kiddo." Hopper's soft-spoken words broke a dam, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Steve tore off his glasses, scrubbing at his face and trying to stifle his sobs. He was pulled into a familiar chest. Gentle, but sturdy, fingers combed through his hair, thumbs massaging at his temples, and he melted into the familiar touch.

Jim Hopper. Who he thought was dead. Who took him in after Billy Hargrove rocked his shit. Who took care of him through migranes and bad days. Who took him to get glasses when he noticed Steve's vision getting worse. Who refused to let him go home to his big empty house whenever he was at the cabin. Who built him a room at said cabin when he could've just kept staying on the couch. Jim Hopper, who was more of a Dad to him in a single year than his actual father had been his whole life.

"D–Dad– Where were you? Why–" He was cut off by a tight squeeze and a face buried in his hair.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for you and your sister. Trust me, son, I wanted to be. I'll explain more once you've calmed down and everyone can share their sides of the story. For now, I need you to breathe."

Steve took a shuddering breath, exhaling shakily. He spent a couple of minutes doing that until his breathing had evened out. The pounding in his head returned with a vengeance, and he let out a whimper at the pain.

"Here, dingus. Nance made me go home to shower and get some sleep, so I went by your place and got some of your stuff. I brought your meds just in case." Robin said, passing him a cup of water and his migrane medicine.

He took the pills and slumped against Hopper, his left hand clutched in Robin's like she never let go. This moment would be perfect if his Ellie and Maxie were here, but as it were, he was perfectly content to just sit here with his capital P soulmate and his– his Dad.

If you told him a year ago that he had called Hopper Dad, he probably would have laughed in your face and played it off. A year ago, Steve would have, likely, been embarrassed, but now? Now he's just glad to have him back. He didn't feel that churn of embarrassment in his gut. He just felt content. Because Hopper is his dad, simple as that.

Eventually, he had to pull away. He slipped on his glasses and glanced around the room again, noticing everyone else had left. Steve cleared his throat, the pain in his head receding as the meds kicked in, and leveled Hopper with a look as the man took a seat in Nancy's vacated chair.

"Explain."

"Kid, you're getting through a migrane. I think this can wait–"

"Dad." The title is a conscious decision this time, a means of getting his attention, but also showing him he meant it. Hopper's mouth snapped shut, and he heaved a loud sigh.

Hop got up from his chair and let everyone else back in. They spent the next 30 or so minutes explaining everything that happened on both sides. Steve gripped Robin's hand in a tight squeeze when they got to the Russian stuff, and she returned the grip with the same fervor.

"Where is everyone else?" Steve asked once the explanations petered out.

"El and Lucas are sitting with Max right now, and Mike is with Eddie." Dustin answered from his chair, which was now pulled up next to Robin.

"Joyce and Murray are dealing with government people, last I heard. Trying to get me declared not-dead and trying to clear the Munson boy's name. If i had to guess, they're also discussing this batch of NDAs."

Steve nodded and had a wordless argument with Robin, consisting of facial expressions and hand gestures.

I want to see Max

You need to rest. You just woke up with a migrane.

No. I've been resting! You said you would take me to her when I woke up.

That was before you woke up with a migrane!

Robbie.

Robin threw up her hands with a groan. "Fine! I'll go find a nurse." Steve gave a smug grin, and she shot him a glare before leaving the room.

"I hate when you guys do that! Care to fill in the rest of us?" Dustin complained.

"Well, Robs is getting a nurse to, presumably, get a wheelchair for me since I doubt Rob will let me walk, and they're gonna take me to Max's room." A grin was plastered on Steve's face, despite the way it made his temples twinge in pain.

"Steve–"

"No." Steve cut Nancy off before she could continue her argument, giving her a cold stare. "I just had this argument with Robin. None of you are going to stop me from seeing her or any of the others."

"I learned a long while ago to not argue when it comes to the kids, especially their safety. If we don't let him, he'll just sneak off or find a way to get to them." Hopper said with a resigned sigh and a fond smile.

Steve shot his Dad– his Dad– a cheeky grin that turned into a genuine smile when Robbin returned with a wheel chair that she deposited by his bed before leveling him with a hard stare.

"Now, I am only allowing this because I know you'll do it anyways no matter what I say, but I swear to God, Steve. If I catch wind of you going to Max's room or Eddie's out of the wheelchair before you're cleared to walk? I will kill you myself, then I'll bring you back to life, because let's be honest, we're both way too codependent to live without each other."

Steve huffed a small laugh but nodded in agreement nonetheless. "I think we're entitled to a bit of codependency after being tortured and drugged together." He joked with a shrug and let his Dad and Robin help him into the chair. He winced as his sides pulsed with pain at the movement but waved off the concerned looks.

"Let's go!" Steve quietly exclaimed, mindful of his still aching head and throat, and they were off to Max's room, Robin pushing him the whole way.

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Alright! I am going to cut it off there because this was getting long. I will be making a part 3, so let me know if you want to be on the tag list!

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Part 3

@thespaceantwhowrites @child-of-cthulhu @plantzzsandpencilzzs @thebadasshistorian

[wandafiction]

Can't Do This Alone

Warnings: Parent Elizabeth Olsen & Robbie Arnett. Mostly Fluff and Humour, Pregnancy,

"Hey mom, hey Robbie!" You shout with a wide smile as you enter the house, a tray of takeaway coffee in one hand and the keys to the house in the other.

"Ah my sweet girl." Your mom, Elizabeth Olsen, practically sprints down the hallway wrapping her arms around you and you have to lift your arms up and out the way to make sure you don't spill the drinks.

"Hello mother." You beam with a cheeky smile, earning a small hit to your shoulder.

"What have I said about calling me mother, you make me feel old when you do and I'm not that old." You look past her to Robbie who is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile as he watches the interaction. 

"Hello fake Jesus." He rolls his eyes, giving you the middle finger but chuckling as your mother looks at him shaking her head.

"Robbie tell our daughter that 33 is still very young and calling me mother is very rude." Robbie pushes himself off the wall walking towards you, a hand on your shoulder kissing your temple.

"Don't call your mother, mother. It makes her feel like an old woman." You chuckle as he gives you a wink, both of you laughing when you hear Lizzie grumble to herself. 

"Well thanks for the coffee but why are you here?" Your mom snatches the cup that has 'Wanda' as the name, taking a sip of it and looking at you over the edge of your lid.

"Can a daughter not visit her mom randomly from time to time?" You raise a brow heading into the house more and straight to the kitchen opening up the fridge.

"She comes into my house, calls me mother, doesn't let us know she is coming and is now ransacking the fridge." You peek your head out from the fridge door with a shy smile and you see the loving smile on your mom's face so look back to the food selection. "What are you looking for darling?"

"I don't know but I'm craving something and I will know when I find it." Sighing when you don't see it in the fridge, closing the door and leaning against it.

"So what can we do for you kiddo?" You grumble at Robbie's nickname for you. 

"Right, right." You shuffle over to the island sitting down on the stool your mother and Robbie doing the same opposite you, your leg bouncing slightly. 

"Honey you okay?" You look at your mom nodding.

"Mhmm, just a little nervous. I'm more nervous about this than I was the day you officially adopted me actually mum." Lizzie smiles at the memory before making her way over to you wrapping her arm around your back.

So there's that too. Being 21 and being the daughter of Elizabeth Olsen had always made people question it whenever articles popped up. Until Elizabeth revealed that during the time she was single, the time between her ex and Robbie, she had adopted you who at the time were 17: her being 27. It had taken only a few months for you to call her mom, and she cried dramatically when you first said it after a nightmare. Then she introduced you to Robbie who you got along with straight away and even though you don't call him dad (even after they got married), he never forced the idea on you, and you were certainly more of a 'daddy's girl than anything. Not that lizzie minded, she loved you both and she loved the bond the two of you have.

"What's going on sweetie?" Lizzie's voice brings you out of your thoughts, your hand taking a folded envelope from your jacket pocket handing it to your mom. "What's this?"

"Uh, well. If you open it you'll find out and then we can talk about it I guess." You look down at your hands on the counter fiddling with your rings listening to Lizzie opening the envelope.

"Honey." Lizzie gasps and you close your eyes not wanting to see her reaction. "Is this what I think it is? Is this you?" Lizzie turns the picture of the echo around

"Yeah, I got it a few days ago. I had to be sure." 

"You're pregnant?" Lizzie lets out under her breath. 

"Mhmm I most really am." Your leg starts bouncing more and you squeeze your eyes shut willing the tears away as the emotions boil inside you.

"Are we happy about this or not?" You look at your mom surprised at her question, expecting her to be angry or disappointed but when you see nothing but love in her eyes you let out a teary chuckle.

"I'm happy. So happy." You're pulled from the stool as your mom squeals, wrapping you into a tight hug and you turn your head to look at Robbie holding out your arm and making a grabby hand. "You're included in this."

"Are you s…?"

"Robbie get your ass over here before I drag you over here. Our daughter is having a baby and she wants a hug." Robbie is quick to get to his feet at the stern tone from Lizzie but as soon as he wraps his arms around you all three of you break into happy tears. "Who's the father?"

"Some one night stand. I didn't stay long enough to get his name." You shrug feeling your mom's body tenses for a second at your explanation before she presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

"Okay sweetie. We are here for you whenever you need. I'm so proud of you and happy for you, don't ever think that will change." 

"Thanks mom." You mumble before turning around and hugging Robbie properly. "Thanks Rupert."

"I didn't do anything, but you're welcome." He rests his chin on top of your head wrapping his arms around you and gently squeezing.

"You make mom happy, so thank you."

♤♡◇♧

"Hey kiddo what's up?" Robbie's chirpy voice makes you huff out a laugh down the phone.

"I need you and mom. My water broke and I'm alone in my apartment and … just I need you guys. please." 

"Okay sweetie, okay can you stay on the phone for me." 

"Ye-yeah." You grit your teeth letting out a grunt of pain as another contraction hits you.

"Lizzie, Lizzie come on. Yes she is on the phone. Yeah you drive. Okay sweetie we are on our way, we are gonna get an ambulance out to you too." You gasp as the contraction finally subsides and you lean back against the back of the couch groaning.

"Who ever said birth was a beautiful thing was probably a fucking man because this shit hurts and I'm not even giving birth yet. Oh I don't want to do this any more. Nope I want a refund, this was not in the description." You hear Robbie chuckle and your mom mumbling to herself. "I'm one speaker aren't I?"

"Yes sweetie but it's okay, it's gonna be okay." Your mom's voice makes you smile using her best acting skills to sound calm but you know she is freaking out. 

"I can't do this by myself." You feel the tears building in your eyes. "I can't raise this kid on my own. I'm not ready to be a parent. I don't know how to be a parent. I was never taught things from a young age how I am meant to do that for this kid."

"Sweetie you are going to be an amazing mom."

"No, mom. My parents died when I was 5 and I've only had a mom for 4 years, and you've done an amazing job but I was practically grown up and went through life by myself. I had no idea how to raise myself so how am I meant to do that for my own child." 

"Honey, no parent is ever ready. You have me and your mom here. You have our families and friends here too. You are not going through this alone. You have so much support around you. Just because you didn't have someone for you most of your life doesn't mean that that's what it's going to be like for your little one. You wouldn't let that happen."

"Robbie, I'm scared. I want what's best for this baby and what if I'm not it. I'm 21, living in an apartment building with no one to shout 'honey I'm home' too. I should have stayed and got the dad's name. He has a child he doesn't even know about. I'm a terrible human."

"Hey none of that." Robbie's stern but caring voice makes you bite your lip to silence yourself. "You are strong, you are amazing and you are going to be that as a mother as well. You don't need to know everything and it's not always going to be easy. But the love you will share with your child, making sure they have everything they need. You will raise them the way you know you wanted to be raised. You have so much support behind you but I know that you are going to do an amazing job with or without it."

"I'm scared."

"I know sweetie. But me and Robbie will be here through it all."

"I love you both so much."

"We love you too kiddo."

"Alright jesus 2.0 enough bleurgh feelings how long till you get here….Fuck! This hurts so bad!" You drop your phone next to you as one hand moves to your back, the other gripping the arm of the couch as another contraction hits you.

"You are doing great honey. We are almost there, stay on the phone. Look, there's the ambulance." You let out a sigh of relief when the pain subsides and you pick up your phone pressing it back to your ear. 

"By the way mom, aunty Aubrey needs to know because she is gonna be hella mad if she doesn't make it to the birth. Oh and aunty Scarly, oh and, and we need to tell her she is going to be the godmother, I never got around to that." You ramble trying to get your mind off the fact you might give birth, alone in your one bedroom apart with a cactus as your only company. 

"Sweetie we are just pulling up, we are going to be with the paramedics." 

"Oh thank god I want to get to the hospital and want them to pump me full of their best drugs and get this baby outta me!" You shout down the phone another contraction hitting you hard, your mind blank from anything but the pain for a moment as you squeeze your eyes shut. When they open your mom his standing in front of you. "Mom."

“We are here sweetie, just breathe for me.” Lizzie cups your cheeks smiling that smile that easily makes you relax and smile back, well grimace as the pain slowly subsides. 

“Where is Robbie?” You look up and realise he is not there until your mom points behind you.

“You have no pants on sweetie, he is just being respectful.” You turn your head to see Robbie facing the wall giving you a thumbs up over his shoulder.

“You got this kiddo.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” You look back to your mom the paramedics crouched down next to her taking some things out of their bag.

“So we are just gonna take your blood pressure and do our thing then get you to the hospital.” One of the paramedics says as he stands to start taking your vitals. 

“Sure sounds like a plan.” Lizzie shifts to behind the couch her hands gently placed on your shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze every now and again. “The quicker the better.” 

“You are doing great, these little checks won’t take longer than 10 maybe 15 minutes and we will get you off to the hospital. It's just so we can keep an eye on them and then once we transfer you to the Doctors and nurses they know what’s happening.” The younger of the two paramedics sweetly says your eyes meet hers and you can’t help the smile that grows on your face at the kindness you see.

“So do I get the drugs now or at the hospital?” Everyone in the room chuckles as you watch the young woman bring out a small device and bottle of gel.

“You should get them at the hospital, we are just here to get you there in one piece.” The lady puts on her gloves taking the bottle of gel giving it a small shake. “So this is a portable echo machine, it's just so we can check the baby's heartbeat, if that’s okay?”

“Sure go ahead, but if you’re going to touch the bump I would like to know your name so I don’t have to keep calling you paramedic one and two in my head.” 

“My name is Jason. This lovely and very smart young woman is Hannah.” The blonde bows her head slightly, as Jason smirks to himself and you tilt your head in amusement.

“Well Hannah, you have my permission to use some cold as fuck gel and touch the bump.” Robbie laughs and you turn your head to look at him as he shakes his head covering his mouth with his hand. “Robbie come here, I only don’t have pants on, stand behind mum if you want but don’t be the weirdo who stands in the corner.”

“Alright sweetie, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You look back to Hannah who opens the cap of the bottle holding it over the bump looking at you.

“Go ahead.” Jason smiles to himself as he looks at his watch counting whatever he is counting while also looking at the pressure gauge … thing. You are a cinematographer not a doctor, you just sit there and let them do their job and try to understand all the medical jargon. 

“It’s gonna be a little cold, but I’m sure you know this, and then we are gonna find that heartbeat to make sure the little one is doing good. Then we can get you in the ambulance and get you to the hospital.” Even though you have heard this many times before, the way Hannah smiles at you while she explains it is completely different from when the nurses who do it everyday tell you the same thing.

“Anyone have any good baby names?” You startle a little when your mom's face comes into view next to you with scrunched brows.

“You haven't chosen a name yet?” Her pitch went up an octave in disbelief.

“Well I don’t know what I’m having so I was thinking of maybe a gender neutral name so it doesn't really matter if it's a girl or a boy.” You gasp not expecting the sudden coldness on your bump and Hannah sends you an apologetic smile, then you turn to your mom frowning.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” 

“I’m going to be single forever.” You pout while your mom chuckles, shaking her head with a smile.

“No you won’t. Honey, you are beautiful, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“But I’m going to have a child, no one's gonna want a 21 year old with a child. One look at him or her and out the door they go. Bye bye love life.” You wave to nothing as you tilt your head back looking up to the ceiling. 

“Sweetie stop being so dramatic, you are young. You will find your person.” You groan at your mom's optimism, turning your head to look at her and her smug smile.

“Sure.” Lizzie goes to say something back but a small and steady thumping noise takes her attention away and you and her look at Hannah who has a smile on her face as she hears it.

“Baby’s heartbeat sounds strong. Right, I think it's time we get you two to the hospital.” She starts to pack up her equipment taking a quick glance at your mom and Robbie. “And your mom and dad can follow in the car as we won’t be speeding with blue lights and sirens, no need for the rush at this point.” 

“Well I will go get the car ready and me and your mom will meet you at the hospital.” Robbie leans down to kiss your temple and you grab his hand giving it a squeeze. 

“Thank you. Right, let's get going.” You grimace the pain in your lower back making it hard for you to move but your mom gently places her hands under your arms while Hannah easily grabs your hand and together the three of you get you standing up. 

“Right it looks like your mom and Hannah have got you, so if you guys follow me down to the ambulance we can get going.” Jason picks up the bags that both of them brought in and he smiles smugly at Hannah. “You’re welcome.” 

“What’s that about?” Your mom asks softly and Hannah waves her off.

“Just Jason being Jason.” 

“Well he seems to be a man with a plan, or many plans.” You smirk at Hannah, whose cheeks turn a light shade of pink biting her lip and you smile victoriously to yourself.

“Okay, we are going to take this one step at a time, literally since the elevator in this place is broken. We take our time and stop when you need a breather or whenever you get a contraction.” Hannah explains softly as she wraps her arm around your waist, her other one on your bump, while Lizzie’s arm wraps around the top of your back and her other hand on the bump too.

“Sure, sure. One small baby step at a time.” You take a step, feeling slightly embarrassed when you wobble but Lizzie and Hannah hold you up not saying anything about it.

“So I’m confused.” Hannah starts and you and your mom both glance at her as you start walking, slowly but steadily.

“About what?”

“Well when I came in here I thought you two were sisters, but then you called her mom and that's where the confusion comes in. Because you do not look old enough to have a 20 something daughter.” 

“21.”

“Hmm?” Hannah looks at you and you chuckle.

“I’m 21. Moms 33.” You can see the cogs turning in her brain trying to let her figure it out but when you see her eyebrows scrunch more you chuckle softly. “I’m adopted.” 

“Oh, that makes sense.” You guys have made it to the top of the stairs and you come to realise Hannah is doing her best to distract you and keep you walking.

“One step at a tiiiii-owwwwww. Fuck me get this fucking baby outta me before I throw hands.” You lean forward trying to remember your breathing techniques but this contraction is more painful than the others and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and cry. “Why the fuck do woman do this shit multiple times. Oh yes I have 15 children. How the fuck?”

“No idea sweetie.” You glare at your mom's sweet tone and she raises her brow back at you and you turn your glare to the floor. 

“Just tell us when you’re ready to walk again and we will get going.” You smile at Hannah taking a deep breath and nodding that you’re good to okay. 

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It took you a while, a long while, to get down the stairs each step sending shooting pains up your back but you gritted your teeth and got through it. Right now you are laying in the back of the ambulance, as Jason drives and Hannah keeps an eye on you … No your vitals. You just hope that your mom and Robbie are close by in their car following you guys to the hospital. 

“So how did you end up getting adopted by Miss Olsen?” Hannah asks randomly, looking between her clipboard and the monitor. 

“Mrs Arnett.”

“Hmm?” Hannah pulls her attention away from everything else, her eyes finally looking towards you which she seemed to have been avoiding for the whole time you’ve been in the ambulance. 

“Mom and Robbie are married. She is officially Mrs Arnett, but she continues to use Elizabeth Olsen because that's what her work is associated with. But while we are in the ambulance you can call her Lizzie, she isn’t one for being too formal. Something about feeling old when someone calls her Miss or Mrs or ma’am.”

“Right of course, I did see somewhere they got married. So how old were you when she adopted you? If you don’t mind saying of course as I am being very nosey.” You smile shuffling up on the bed a bit and propping the pillow under your back so you are sitting up slightly, the position giving you some relief from the uncomfortable pain.

“So I was on the beach, just me and my guitar enjoying the summer sun. They had closed off some of the beach for some photoshoot or something but the part of the beach they had closed off included the area I normally go to play. It is where my birth parents would take me before they died. So of course me being a 17 year old with a constant in her life wasn’t going to let some celebrity photoshoot stop her. So I snuck around the barriers and basically ran for the bottom of the cliff heading towards these large rocks where I could hide behind and do what I wanted to do.”

“So you managed to get around the security and not get spotted?” You nod your head with a smug smile.

“I did indeed. But what I didn’t think about was the fact that they would obviously here me play and sing. Music just transports me to another realm and I forget the world around me exists.” Hannah sits up in her seat more her eyes glancing to the monitors as she notes something down then giving you her attention once more. “Everything looking good?”

“Looks great. So I’m assuming you got caught?” You laugh nodding your head.

“Oh yeah I got caught alright. This massive security guard yanked my guitar out of my hand and dragged me to my feet by the collar of my shirt. I tried to get out of his grip, not even thinking about escaping. I just wanted my guitar back. You see, it was the last thing of my dad’s I own and I was worried he was going to break it with his big man hands. So anyway, Lizzie came to the rescue telling him to put me down and give my property back.. Telling him off for grabbing me like that.”

“Awe that’s sweet of her.” You smile fondly at the memory.

“It was. So when he gave it back to me I went to run but Lizzie stopped me with her hands on my shoulders. I thought I was going to be in the shit because she was this big celebrity and I had interrupted her work, but she had this smile on her face that made me stay where I was and was so kind that I felt like I could relax. She asked me what I was singing, not the first thing I thought she would ask but as she asked it she started leading me to a small tent where I could see a few people seated. She ushered me to sit down in her seat and stood in front of me. She asked me simple questions like how was my day, where did I learn to play. That sorta thing yanno?”

“She sounds like a really sweet person. She could have let the security deal with you, or called the police for trespassing.”

“I spent the day on the photoshoot set, playing the guitar and keeping people entertained. Lizzie seemed the most interested and whenever she was on a break would always sit next to me and make conversation. Towards the end of the shoot she asked me where my parents lived so she could drop me home but when I explained that I was in a group home something changed. She gave me her number once she dropped me off and from there we started hanging out a few days a week. A few days became everyday and then everyday became me living with her unofficially until one day she sat me down and passed me this thick stack of papers. It was papers for her to officially adopt me.”

“Wow.” You look at Hannah wiping your eyes from the small amount of tears that have built up in your eyes and Hannah is quick to pass you some tissues. “Sorry, it's the hormones.”

“Don’t apologise, that story is amazing.”

“Lizzie gave me a chance and its paid off.” Your hand absentmindedly rubs across your bump and Hannah’s eyes move to watch the action. 

“So is the father meeting us at the hospital as well?” The question takes you by surprise and you laugh loudly causing Hannah’s brows to scrunch in confusion.

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh.” You say trying to stop yourself laughing. “I don’t even know the father. It was a stupid one night stand that should have never happened.”

“Right, well then. So what do you want, boy or girl?”

“I think I want a boy. If I was to have a girl and she grows up to have the sass and attitude I did as a teenager I don’t think I could handle it. Where with a boy I just have to deal with grumpy teenage boy smell and some attitude. Well I’m hoping that's what it's like.” 

"I'm sure you weren't that bad as a teenager." You look at Hannah with a look that says it all.

"I just told you a story of how I trespassed without a care in the world and you think I wasn't a little miss attitude." You chuckle when Hannah shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm just trying to help with your nerves or at least try and make you believe that the attitude won't exist."

"Oh my god." You gap hand moving to hold Hannah's arm who raises her brow at your sudden panic. "If it's a boy it's going to have a, a. You know a thing. I don't do them I'm gay I dhardly remember sleeping with the guy who put this baby in me. What the fuck. Nope I want a girl because at least then I know what's gonna happen when those teenage years hit. I don't wanna talk about it to a boy. Nope nope, nah. You best be a girl." 

"You don't do penises?" Hannah deadpans, raising her brow as her eyes dart to look at your bump.

"Alcohol lowers people's inhibitions and obviously I get less gay. Or I thought the guy was a girl, I don't know. Like I said I was drunk."

"So your like the straight girl that turns gay when alcohol gets in their system but the other way around?" Hannah jests and you roll your eyes.

"Sure alcohol makes me less gay now I have an alien trying to kick its way outta me."

"So you do, what did you say, a man with a thing and you're worried you gotta deal with a child with a thing."

"Stop calling it a thing. And no I'm just freaking out, blame the hormones."

"So now you want a girl?" Hannah chuckles and you gently slap her arm. "Ow."

"Oh shush that didn't hurt. No, I'm good. I still want a boy. I will just get Robbie to give him the talk when the time comes." Hannah chuckles, shaking her head at your antics. 

"You're funny, you know that." You smile smugly nodding.

"I know." Hannah rolls her eyes as your smug smile only grows bigger.

"Hey ladies, sorry to interrupt your flirting session but we have made it to the hospital." You see Hannah’s smile falter slightly but don't have time to question it as Jason gets out to open the door and Hannah is back into paramedic mode and starts checking your vitals one last time. 

"So before you hand me off to the people in there." You point to the tall hospital building tilting your head back on the bed to look at Hannah who is pushing it towards the entrance. "Could I get your number or is there some rule against going on a date with someone you've helped?"

"No there's no rule." Jason says from your side as he holds onto one of the railings to help control where the bed is going. "Isn't that right Hannah?"

"Right, right." You smile at the blush creeping up Hannah’s face and you are quick to grab the pen from her pocket.

"Pass me your hand." Hannah does so without question and you write your number on her palm ignoring the doctor who is leading them to your room. "So how about once I'm out of here you can come to mine, where I will cook and we can enjoy an inside date. Do you want me to write my address down or can you remember where you picked me up?"

"Wow you don't do subtle, do you?" Hannah’s cheeks darken and you shrug.

"Well I can be subtle but I don't have the brain capacity to be subtle while also thinking about the fact that this baby is about to rip my insides out as it decides to say hello to the world." Hannah laughs at that and it makes you smile widely then turning to look at Jason. "I still have it even when I've got an alien trying to claw its way outta me."

"And the fact that I forced Hannah to sit in the back with you." You hold your hand in the air and he is quick to high five you as Hannah grumbles to herself about his wingman skills. 

"Hey sweetie." Your mom's voice brings you out of the bubble and you smile widely.

"Hey mom."

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"Hey little one." You coo down at the baby in your arms, trailing your finger softly down the nose causing it to scrunch. "So beautiful."

"Just like you sweetie." You beam up at your mom, the proud smile on her face making your heart swell her fingers weaving through your hair.

"Your mom's right kiddo." You turn to look at Robbie, his smile matching Lizzie’s. 

"Do you wanna hold him dad?" Robbie’s eyes grow wide at the use of the name, tears building in both your eyes as he nods quickly holding up his arms and making grabby hands.

“Pass him here.” His voice barely a whisper as you carefully hand your new born boy over to your dad, looking at your mom who also has tears in her eyes.

“What’s his name kiddo?” You look back at Robbie who is gently swaying back and forth making silly faces as he coos at the baby.

“Max Robert Olsen.” Robbie looks back up to you with fresh tears.

“Robert?” He bites his lip looking back down at Max. “I’m gonna call you Robbie for short.”

“Of course.” You laugh at your mom as she makes her way around to Robbie, her finger gently tracing over Max’s nose before both your mom and dad look at you.

“We are so proud of you kiddo.”

“Thanks dad.” 

“I can’t believe I’m already a grandmother.” Lizzie lets out a teary chuckle as she carefully takes Max from Robbie’s arms and starts walking around the room talking quietly and making faces as she does.

“So what’s going on with you and that paramedic.” Your dad nudges you shoulder with his as he sits on the edge of the bed next to you.

“I gave her my number so I’m just waiting to see if she uses it.” A quiet knock on the door brings the three of you out of the bubble, Robbie quick to open it.

“Oh my gosh look and my godson.” Scarlett makes her way to Lizzie as Aubrey makes her way to you, they weren’t allowed in the room during the birth but the smile on your face grows bigger with the way they all seem to be consumed in baby Max.

“Oh hi Y/n, how are you? I’m good, thanks feel like I’ve been pulled apart and put back together. But no no, it's fine check on the guy who caused it all.” You chuckle as the two women look over at you.

“Hey Y/n.” Aubrey says in a chipper voice, kissing your temple, before walking over to Max as Scarlett makes her way over to you pulling you into a small hug.

“Proud of you sweetie.” She kisses your temple, making her way back to Max where the older three women are easily distracted by him.

“Thank you.” Another knock at the still open door makes you all look over to the blonde standing there. “Hi Hannah, come on in.”

Hannah makes her way over to the bed taking your hand in hers giving it a light squeeze.

“Would you like to say hello?” Your mom’s soft voice pulls Hannah’s attention from yours before looking back at you for permission in which you silently nod. When you watch Hannah take Max from your mom you feel butterflies erupt and you bite your lip at the smile on her face.

“You are a cutie pie aren’t you. Just like your mama.” 

In that moment, in a room surrounded by people you loved and the girl you were soon to take on a date; hopefully many more after that, you realised you were never truly alone. You know you will lean on them for support in the hard times, but you already felt like you could give Max the life he deserves as you go through life together. You smile down as Hannah passes Max back to you, taking a seat next to you as she does. You kiss the end of Max's nose causing it to scrunch in the most adorable way and when he opens his eyes and they find yours you know that everything is going to work out. You look at your mom who has the biggest smile on her face, her phone out taking a picture and tears running down her cheeks but you only have one thing on your mind.

“So when are you giving me a sibling?”

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[my-writings-and-musings]

Time for more Earthspark appreciation! This time let's focus on one of my favorite moments with a new character, Nightshade!

Of course, Spoilers if you haven't seen the show!

Nightshade made quite a stir in the fandom and beyond by being the first explicitly nonbinary bot, and everything about their introduction as such is very carefully crafted. I'd like to point out my favorite details while also squeeing about how utterly adorable they and their siblings are.

First, we get three whole new Terrans, and they're all absolutely precious! Not to mention beautifully designed and way taller than their older siblings!

OP is absolutely delighted to see them, and immediately drops closer to their level so he can introduce himself, expressing sincere welcome and asking them their names. Much like Twitch and Thrash, they're not quite sure at first. That tracks pretty well considering they're about five minutes old!

Thankfully Robby and Mo know the drill, and through their connection they're able to help two of their new siblings discover their names.

From this we learn two important things about each bot; their names and their pronouns. Robby introduces Hashtag with she/her, and Mo introduces Jawbreaker as he/him. As an important setup for later, Nightshade introduces themselves with only their name and an incredibly sweet greeting indicating their confused delight at having been brought into existence.

Look at them, precious little bow and everything. I would die for every single Malto but especially them.

Next, it's time for a plan to rescue Dot, and the new additions to the family are eager to help! Optimus takes them all to a rest stop and they begin forming their strategy with what they have on hand. This results in STILL more cuteness.

Lookit that little face and Mo's adorable expression of concentration I simply can't ahhhhhhh this show is non-stop sweetness!

Now onto the scene in question, which I wish I could GIF in HD because there's SO MUCH but here we go!

Nightshade asks to be represented by the bobble head, and looks to Optimus for permission to do so.

Optimus, being a gigantic dad, happily complies - but hesitates when he realizes he doesn't know how to refer to the young bot. He pauses and looks uncertainly to Mo.

Nightshade goes quiet and their optics begin to glow, a sign that they're emoting strongly enough for it to go through their connection. They appear nervous as they look to Mo, sitting more tensely and setting their lip in a line as an unspoken communication compels their big sister to nod in understanding.

Mo speaks for them gently, stating their pronouns with a level of firmness that reads as polite but quite protective. She may only be a fraction of their height, but you can tell she'd fight for her little sibling and their identity. I really have to commend her VA for this and so many other scenes! Nightshade adds a small addendum that he or she simply doesn't fit for them, speaking for themself with the help of their sibling's support.

Optimus, whose respect for pronouns is now canonized, apologizes and makes it a point to address them properly. Nightshade relaxes and the nervous glow in their optics fades as they share another little moment with Mo.

Then my heart simply exploded from the cute.

I know I'm not alone in being incredibly impatient for more Earthspark, but the introduction of Nightshade and the other Terrans has me on the edge of my seat, and moments like this are the reason why! These characters all care so deeply about one another, every moment they're on screen is such a delight. Thank you for geeking out about the little details with me while we wait!