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chaithetics · 10 months

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Porcelain and the Shark: The Engagement

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of her complexion)

Word count: 4.8K

Prompt: they go to Logan to announce their engagement, he’s pleased that his baby is marrying a “shark” and that she’ll be “taken care of” and that Stewy is joining the family. Stewy is happy to let him believe he’ll be “joining them” when in reality he’s taking her. He’s just waiting for the marriage license to be signed. Shiv is pissed when she finds out her baby sister is getting married before her, finally stops blowing off Tom about moving in together and pushes it forward lol

Chapter warning: 18+ MDNI (smut-free fic) established relationship, fluff, soft Stewy, anxious reader, anxiety/panic attacks, a few f bombs, mentions/allusions to childhood abuse, canonical Roy Roy family being Roys...

Authors note: Sorry for the delay in this one! I've been blown away at the love that the Stewy fics have gotten but it's been so, so, so touching how much love Porcelain and the Shark has gotten and how it's resonated with people. It makes me so happy, I absolutely adore you all and I hope you enjoy this installment! This hasn't been proofread properly (obviously), and I feel like the ending is a bit rough (I really just wanted to get this out haha). Thank you again to the nonnie who sent in the original asks and inspired this! Please do let me know what you all think! Comments, reblogs and asks are more than welcome and very much appreciated!

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Stewy had proposed a couple of days ago and it was perfect, to say the least. He hadn’t bombarded you with a grand gesture, done it in a public space, you’d felt no pressure or anxiety over any of it. The last few days had been spent in a blissful, engaged, Stewy-encompassing bubble. You weren’t quite prepared yet for it to burst by being brought back to the real world and sharing that news with your family.

There was a family lunch today. You and Stewy had discussed attending that and that being the opportunity to tell your family, then there was dinner with the Hosseinis to share the news as well. You were grateful for that at least. Stewy’s family were much more stable and kinder than yours. They had always been more welcoming to you and had treated you better than your own family had. You knew they’d be happy about the news and Stewy did too, it would be nice to have some family members genuinely be happy about it you thought.

Connor would be happy without a doubt so that was something. Kendall would be more civil than your siblings but it would also depend on his mood. Shiv and Roman were responses you weren't looking forward to. And well, your father was painfully unpredictable.

You’re still lying in the bed, wrapped up in the duvet. Feeling content at the idea of never leaving the bed when Stewy comes out of the shower, he smiles at you as he walks over to the walk-in closet and starts to pick out his ensemble for the day.

“I don’t want to go and tell him.” You say, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Are you regretting this?” Stewy asks somewhat earnestly as he finishes dressing.

“No, not at all. He’s just scary.”

You didn’t regret it at all, you loved being with Stewy and you were excited about the whole concept of this being another milestone in the relationship. He made you extremely happy and you were in love with him. But you did find your father terrifying and you knew that your siblings would probably find a way to trample on this. You didn’t want to subject Stewy to that and well any venom that might leave your father’s mouth.

“I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” He quietly promises.

It's not a cure. Or a perfect solution but it's a reassuring and loving one. It's something.

“Okay.” You whisper, you look up at him as he comes over and puts one of your hands into both of his, they’re warm and soft. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze in his comforting hold and then brings your hand up to his lips to press a gentle kiss there.

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There are butterflies floating around in your stomach when you arrive at your father’s penthouse, even with Stewy firmly behind you. As you enter both of you are quickly greeted by Marcia, the perfect hostess, as usual, you can feel the butterflies with every movement and breath and you swear they’re somehow multiplying and bypassing the whole cocoon stage.

You’re too anxious to carry out a conversation with Marcia that goes beyond the polite pleasantries as even that’s difficult. Stewy carries the conversation which you’re grateful for. Part of his body is pressed behind you and his hand rubs circles gently onto your hip. Marcia immediately notices the anxiety on you. Your eyes are widened and your head occasionally turns when you become startled hearing your siblings argue and jest.

“Mon chéri, are you feeling okay?” Marcia asks you, you panic for a second tripping over words in your head and nod. Stewy looks at your face carefully, hating that you’re so anxious. It’s radiating off your body like its own energy source and he can feel it.

“Mmhmm.” You hum nervously and your voice is in a higher pitch than usual as you lean into Stewy a little more.

“Okay, okay.” She says softly at you. She gives your arm a little squeeze and then walks past you, pretending it’s for the sake of going back to greet other guests in the house but you and Stewy know it’s because of your state and she wants to give you a moment.

“We can say you’re unwell if you want to go home. We can do this another time.” Stewy murmurs into your hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You sigh out, and shake your head slightly.

“No, no. It’s okay, I think we just need to tell Dad and it’ll go.” He nods and chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before giving you another kiss on the top of your head.

“Time to find Sir Roy.” He says in a more playful tone, hoping that’ll ease you out of the anxiety cocoon a little and bring a bit of positivity to the tense air that is all that can be breathed in in the penthouse.

“Are you okay?” Roman asks.

“Y-yes, yes, yes.” He looks at you, not a single line of belief is etched into his face so you continue with your voice breaking a little. “Yes! Yes, Roman.”

“You sure? Because you kinda sound and look like the ‘before’ in an ad for Xanax.” His tone’s somewhat playful but there’s a look in his eyes that has concern. It was pretty visible you were pretty anxious and on the verge of a panic attack or you’d already had one. Roman couldn’t tell but his gaze was a bit softer for a moment as he looked at you.

Roman’s gaze flickered to Stewy for a moment, Roman did think it was a bit odd how quiet Stewy was and wondered if that was a cause for anxiety but you still seemed more comfortable around him than anyone else.

“Dad?” You squeak out as your gaze locks on your father’s before Roman can ask you another question about your state.

“Yes, Porce?” He responds looking over at you curiously, the squeak catches his attention. He walks a bit closer taking in a large apprehension in your eyes.

Logan thinks you look as fragile as ever, his faint-hearted porcelain doll of a daughter is the literal thought he has, he almost says it to you. Stewy sees the thought in your father’s face and it makes him uncomfortable. He hates how you’ve always been viewed as a fragile piece of fine chinaware that needs to be kept on a shelf, locked away almost or else you’re at risk of slipping and cracking which would be twisted amusement to your family.

“Can we go into the study for a minute please?” You quietly ask as you fidget with your fingers, trying to give him the most pleasant smile you can while trying not to draw attention to yourself, despite knowing it’s useless.

He looks at you and his brow quickly furrows and then his gaze which is strongly laced with suspicion lands on Stewy.

“No, nothing’s wrong Dad, just please-”

“What is it?” He asks more firmly, his patience slipping for a moment as he glares at his future son-in-law.

His attention stays on Stewy before briefly turning back to you for a moment. He doesn’t look or sound impressed. The command in his voice has now caught the attention of everyone else in the penthouse. Their eyes focus on the three of you and you can feel it.

“Study. Please. Dad.” You breathe out. Stewy begins to start rubbing his hand in a comforting circle on your back.

“Please, Mr Roy? Just a quick chat about some good news?” Stewy asks as he continues to stand next to you for support. His voice is level, far more confident and assertive than yours. Logan looks at you again, it’s the doe-eyed eyes of his porcelain doll who rarely asks for anything that makes him give in to the request.

“Oh fuck it, fine.” Logan huffs out as he then walks to the study. You follow behind him and Stewy gives your side a little squeeze as his hand stays on your back. His body is practically pressed against your side as a reminder that he’s here. You try to focus on your breathing and take deep breaths as you head to the study.

You walk into the study and Logan leans against the desk, raising his eyebrows at you and waving his hands out in a dramatic gesture for you to spill whatever it is. Your heart is pounding so loud, it feels like somebody has gone inside of you to record it just so they can blast it in your ears like an obnoxious podcast. You can tell your father is becoming impatient as you twiddle with your fingers.

Your hands shake a little and you try to ground yourself with the calming sensation of Stewy’s hand still on your back. His other hand quickly softly holds onto one of your hands, as he fulfils his earlier promise his hand gently squeezes yours.

“Stewy and I, we’re engaged. He um, Stewy proposed a couple of nights ago. We wanted to tell you first.” You finally get out.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” You're terrified at that response, somehow it feels more chilling than if he'd been vocal with disdain. It's the uncertain nature. Stewy, rubs his thumb over your hand picking up on how you tensed up again. There’s an undecipherable blank look on Logan’s face that makes you want to melt into Stewy.

“That’s good.” Logan had looked down briefly and now he’s looked back up, his gaze is on you but it then flicks over to Stewy and stays there for a moment.

“Thank you-”

“Marrying a shark.”

“What?” You immediately, sharply blurt out as your eyes widen, Stewy’s eyes widen at that as well and his eyebrows dramatically raise so high that they nearly touch his hairline.

“No, I’m glad, he’ll… he'll look after you.” He looks at Stewy, it’s an expression that doesn’t contain disdain but you have absolutely no idea what it is. You quickly think that could be worse. “You need that. I’m glad that you’re taken care of in that way, Porce.” You and Stewy are silent at that but then your father continues again. "Are you pregnant?”

“No, we’re not. That wasn’t a factor in this sir.” Stewy promptly responds as he looks at Logan.

Stewy’s trying to be polite like he always is, polite like how his parents raised him to always be. His loving parents that are nothing like yours. He wants to say that you don’t need protecting, everyone knows about your anxiety but that doesn’t make you the porcelain doll or dormouse that they think of and treat you as. That what you have is a loving and respectful partnership of equals not designated roles of perceived weaknesses and strengths.

But he knows that would sour this moment and that it would make everything worse. You know that marrying Stewy makes it easier to step away even more from your family. In the ways that matter and are more detrimental. It’s something you’re both more than aware of.

“I can expect grandchildren though?” He asks the question seriously. The question felt prepared and he surprisingly looked almost disappointed in Stewy’s answer, which greatly surprises you. He wasn’t as cruel to Sophie and Iverson as he had been to you and your siblings but nobody would call him a warm and doting grandparent. You find the interest odd to say the least and Stewy shares that opinion as well.

“Well yes.” You’re a little more at ease but still taken aback at the whole conversation and the nature of this topic is beginning to make you feel a little uncomfortable. “Eventually… That’s the plan…”

You and Stewy had discussed children and were in agreement about that but it was still a couple of years away at least. The idea of timing was something you’d both agreed on and you were happy with it. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited about the idea of Stewy as a father.

“Good, good. Well, that’s good Porce. Well uh congratulations to you both.” He says it as he appears to be thinking something that he’s not voicing, he appears to be choosing his words carefully but he then gives you a hug.

“Well, welcome to the family officially, I suppose.” He says as he shakes Stewy’s hand. “You should tell the others, celebratory lunch now, huh.” His gaze is serious but it looks almost content, he’s not looking at either you or Stewy though. You have no idea how to interpret any of that. Then he leaves the study and closes the door behind him.

“Well-”

“That was weird.” You finish off for Stewy. He nods at that. As you’re both left in the now silent shadow of your father’s chaos. The study feels a lot more quieter and larger now that he’s gone, almost darker you think.

“Yeah, it was.” He says as he rests his chin against your shoulder and presses a few soft kisses to your neck. “How are you feeling?”

“Um.” You pause to think for a moment, you’re definitely less physically anxious now but it’s still there a bit and your mouth feels a bit dry. But you don’t know how to feel, you should feel happy and celebrated by your family in this moment and you know it could’ve gone worse, part of you was expecting that. But you didn’t expect this overwhelming sense of confusion, it engulfs you. “Better. Weird though I guess, I don’t know what to make of that all really.” You answer as you relax into his warm arms. He presses some more soft kisses to you as a response and you lift one of his hands up to your lips to press a gentle kiss there.

“I guess we break the news to everyone now?” He breathes out against your neck, it tickles a little and gets a small giggle out of you.

“I guess so.” You whisper while nodding, even though you want to stay frozen like this in Stewy’s proximity. It’s free of cruel words and unreadable gazes.

Your father broke the news almost immediately as you and Stewy were out of the study. Marcia congratulated you both and seemed genuinely happy for you. Connor immediately hugged you and he gave Stewy a hug as well. That was sweet you thought and you were grateful for Connor's kindness, Shiv had just nodded at the whole thing which wasn’t too surprising. Something was bound to be said soon you knew. You then saw the glint in Roman's eyes and immediately knew you didn't want to hear whatever was going to come out so you went in search of the wine, even though Marcia had asked some of the staff to get out champagne. Shiv quickly follows you.

“How did that go?” Kendall asks as he sidles up to Stewy, ignoring the fact that Connor was in the middle of a sentence to Stewy.

“Well he called me a shark,” Stewy says bluntly as he takes a sip from his glass, watching Shiv follow you and start a conversation. The conversation didn't look too tense yet Stewy noted. Kendall looks confused for a second as he processes what Stewy said but is brought back as Roman snorts loudly behind them and laughs like a hyena. “So you know, fucking A- considering everything.” Stewy bluntly continued.

“Fuck, that’s amazing!” Roman says still laughing, Stewy raises his eyebrows and gives him a bemused look.

"Well, it's you know something…" Connor says noting that Stewy looks impressively unaffected by the moniker.

"Do you remember when Porce went vegetarian? Marrying a marine apex predator, that's like… just so Greenpeace ally of her!" Roman teases in a feminine vocal fry register. "But hey, congratulations man for joining the gilded cage!"

"Rome-" Connor says.

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“So what, housewife Hosseini?” Shiv asks as she comes to stand right behind you.

“Well I’ll be wife Hosseini at least, haven't decided on the rest. Looking down on housewives Shiv?” You ask somewhat innocently while looking at the bottles of wine.

“You’re going to change it?” She asks shocked, her voice goes up and there’s a look of horror etched onto her face.

“My name?” You don't dare to look away from the labels, you know the answer, you know what she thinks but you don't want to know what the expression is on her face, you don’t want to see it.

“You’re not changing it to Hosseini are you?” She's audibly horrified at the prospect her voice heavily tinged with disgust that's clear. “Probably, I don’t know. It’s still early betrothed days.” You answer softly, trying to ignore the anxiety your sister gives you and instead on the love you have for her. Shiv stands back for a second and chuckles humourlessly.

“You’re un-fucking-believable! You know that right?” She exclaims.

You then look up at your older sister as you pick a bottle up and start pouring yourself a glass. You do it somewhat unflinchingly, which shocks her but she does her best to hide it, you see a glimmer of it in her always piercing blue eyes though. She’s especially surprised as she’d seen how you were when you came in and started the conversation with Logan.

"Do you want one?" You ask. You're not sure what else to say to her other than that.

"No- God. Fuck off." Her tone is now irritated and she looks at you for a moment, analysing you like you're a foreign species that's never been encountered before. One that horrifies and intrigues her all at once. She pauses for a moment thinking over her words. "You know, Tom and I are planning to move in. It's basically all confirmed."

Her manner is curt, you sense another shift in the tension. It makes your shoulders tighten a little.

“Oh? That’s great news, Shiv. Congratulations, I’m happy for you both!” You say to your sister and she just continues to analyse you for a few more seconds longer than you’d like so you turn around to walk away with your glass of wine.

Shiv then goes to talk to your father and you see your brothers talking to Stewy. Tom awkwardly stands on the outskirts of the inner circle that has been formed, it’s typical fashion of your brothers to essentially, completely ignore Tom. You can’t help but feel sorry for the socially awkward, desperate-to-be-liked man. He hasn’t been in the picture as long as Stewy, Rava or Grace which doesn’t help his case either.

“Hey Tom, how are you?” You ask somewhat quietly as you come to stand by him. He jumps a little at the sudden movement and acknowledgement but visibly relaxes when he sees it’s you.

“Uh hi, good, good, good. How are you? Well obviously good!” He awkwardly laughs for a small moment and you politely smile at him. “But congratulations! That’s exciting.” He nods while speaking.

“Thank you! And congratulations to you too!” He smiles at you but his brow furrows a little at that. “About you and Shiv- she said you two are finally moving in?”

“Oh? Oh! Well, we’d talked about it a few times but she was a bit uh hesitant… I didn’t know… When did she uh say this?” He asks.

You can see the confusion on his face, a glimpse of detectable sadness. He doesn’t have an issue being this frank with you because he doesn’t view you as a threat or a manipulator. It would be an entirely different and even more painfully awkward conversation if it was your brothers.

“Just-just before Tom. It might’ve just been good news girl talk before she wanted to chat with you. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. It was probably just girl talk.” He says it unconvincingly, more to himself than you.

You and Tom both know it wasn’t girl talk. You and Shiv have never done anything like that. It’s clear to both of you that this was some way to try and draw attention away from your news. You know that it’s also linked to the fact that you’ve reached a milestone before her, one that she wishes she’d gotten to before you, especially because of your father’s reaction. It was part of a Shiv mind game because every Roy child was preprogrammed to compete in every aspect of life. But in particular, for your father’s affection and praise.

“Well um, would you excuse me, please? Thank you.” He says and you nod and then he’s gone.

"Eating you alive?" You ask with a small smile directed at Stewy as you step closer towards him and your brothers. He shakes his head softly at you and smiles warmly. It’s such a comforting sight, there’s just pure adoration in his features and it’s the nicest feeling. You can’t help but smile widely at him.

Roman lets out another loud, hyena-esque laugh at your question though. "We're the shark meat here." He quips with a large, goofy smirk.

"You told them?” You question with a sigh while looking from Roman to Stewy. “He'll never shut up about it! It's going to be a lifetime of shark jokes now." You say to Stewy and he smirks at you with a slight shrug.

He doesn't really care what they say or think, it's only your voice he actually wants to listen to in this room and only your thoughts that he cares about. Your smile makes a lifetime of bad shark jokes from Roman worth it. As long as you're happy is what he thinks. Stewy also knows that this helps create more boundaries for you and a degree of separation for you to set and maintain more boundaries while getting further away from the haunted house.

"You could've snuck-swam! Swam in a shark pun or something in there at least. God." Roman responds before walking off to get a champagne flute.

“Maybe it’s time for you all to swim to the table for lunch?” Marcia says with a smile on her face that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, especially evident when Roman scoffs at her.

“So?” Kendall comes over, leaning against your seat as he looks down at you as you sit down. Not everybody is in here yet and his tone is a bit playful but quiet.

“So?” You ask back, dragging out each syllable.

“You’re happy with everything?”

“Mmm.” You hum. “Why? If not, you’re going to storm the facilities for a different ring cut?” You ask with a small laugh as you tilt your head to look into his eyes, they twinkle a little as he smirks.

“Uh-huh. I already have several people on standby, with uh fucking pitchforks and everything.” He banters back.

“Such an organised and onto-it big brother must be the Capricorn in your chart.”

“Well, I haven’t prepared for everything.” He says before taking a sip from his drink.

“Oh?” You ask curious where this train of thought of his is going to go.

“Still working on a plan to take out the uh groom-to-be if that’s required. Which it’s bound to be at some stage, for my uh sake if not yours.” He teases, your brow furrows at that and he can’t help but laugh at seeing that expression on your face. It reminds him of the shock and grumpy expression that would occasionally plaster itself onto your face as a child.

“I’ll send you my next therapy invoice.”

“If any of us kids should be paying for that, it’s Roman.” He says and you both laugh at that and nod.

“You’re not wrong.” You reply as you look away from him to where Roman stands talking to Grace and Shiv.

You then slump against the back of the chair and sink down a bit into it and look up at Kendall he laughs at that and then the humour leaves his eyes and they’re more serious as he looks down, hovering over you.

“You are happy though?” He asks again, his tone more serious than before. You nod.

“Yes. Extremely” You say as you look up at him and then poke his nose gently with a little popping noise. He rolls his eyes and laughs.

“So mature.”

“You’re the one that was offering to off my husband.”

“It was a uh you know, heads up not an offer. Plan hasn’t been finalised for it to be a formal offer.” He immediately says.

“Uh-huh. Because that makes all the difference.”

“You fucking bet it does.” He says before going to take his seat next to Logan.

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The rest of the lunch had gone surprisingly okay for Roy standards. You were now at the home you and Stewy shared, recuperating from today’s lunch and getting ready for dinner at Stewy’s parents. Fortunately, that would be something that wouldn’t be emotionally and socially taxing at all, especially in comparison to your family’s gatherings.

You’re in the ensuite finishing getting ready when Stewy comes over leaning against the doorframe, you give him a smile and you can see that he’s thinking about something as he watches you.

“Wait a second,” Stewy says as his eyes focus on you in concentration.

“What?” You ask looking at him quizzically.

“There’s something in your eye.”

“There’s nothing in my eye?” It comes out as more of a question than a statement as your tone is laced with confusion.

“Yes, there is. Just wait!” He says sweetly as he comes over with a smile on his face, he plants one hand softly on your hip and the other on your cheek as he looks into your eyes closely, inspecting them. Your cheeks heat up at the intimacy of the touch and the look in his eyes.

“I don’t feel anything Stewy-”

“Just wait a second honey, please.” He pretends to get something from your eye that’s obviously not there and pulls it away with a pleased smile on his face. You chuckle a little at that and his smile widens at the sound of your laugh.

His hand stays on your hip and his other quickly returns back to your cheek, his eyes are on your lips for a moment before they go back to your eyes. The sweetness in his eyes is still there but the playfulness is gone, replaced with just love and affection.

“What was that for?” You gently prod and he flashes you another smile.

“You’re just really pretty.” You giggle a little at that and he chuckles as well. “I just wanted an excuse to look at your pretty eyes again close up.” He admits with a genuine smile still on his face as he continues to look into your eyes. Your cheeks heat up again at that.

“You don’t need an excuse for that.” You whisper while looking at his soft lips. “But that was pretty smooth Hosseini.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you think so Mrs Hosseini to be.” He responds as he notices your gaze on his mouth.

He quickly tilts his head and presses his lips against yours as his thumb brushes against your cheek. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck as your mouth opens to invite him in more, deepening the kiss. You continue to kiss, for longer than you probably should if you’re going to get to his family’s place on time.

You eventually break away for air and he smiles at you, he looks absolutely smitten and that’s how you feel about him.

“We need to go soon.”

“Oh?” He asks playfully as if he’s oblivious to the dinner plans.

“If we want to make it on time, we shouldn’t be late…” He then leans again to start pressing kisses against your jaw and then along your neck. He hums in agreement against your throat at that and you gasp at that. “Stewy!”

“You’re already Baba’s favourite and I’m his son so I don’t think you need to worry.” He breathes out in between kisses. You giggle at that and nod.

“Exactly, so I can’t risk that, can I?” You say with a smirk, he sighs out against your neck and it tickles. You gently place your fingers on his jaw and guide him back up for another deep kiss on the lips.

“I suppose, we can go now.” He says melodramatically before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“How generous of you.” You say while smiling at him while wiping some of your lipstick off of him.

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babyhatesreality · 9 months

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Hi I’m wondering if you are taking request?! If not that’s okay!

I have a request so it’s nap time and reader is fussy and they don’t know why! And neither does she. She just can’t get comfortable and calm her body down. So they try every trick in the book to try to get her down for her nap before it gets to late and she’s over tried!

Thank you

Hi darling nonnie! Thank you so much for your patience, I'm sorry it's literally been months before I was able to get to you. Please know that I love you and I am grateful for you <3

Everything is Too Spicy

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG themes (SSC), f!reader, reader is named (but name scarcely used), language, pet names, cranky baby, fluffity fluff fluff fluff- like even for me this one's TOOTH ROTTING.

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"Alright, munchkin, nap time," Papa said, slapping his hands on his thighs as he stood up from the lunch table. You wrinkled your nose and sighed dramatically. Papa chuckled as he came around to your side of the table. "I know, I know, nap time is the worst thing in the world," he gently teased, picking you up and setting you on his hip.

You looked back at the table desperately, hoping that a new reason to get out of nap time might suddenly make itself known as Papa began to walk towards your room. Your eyes landed on the empty dishes. "Um...but WAIT!" you yelled.

Steve pinched his lips together, trying not to laugh. He'd been counting in his head since he picked you up to see how long it was going to take this time to try to weasel out of a nap. He'd only gotten to seven. "Yes, my love?" he asked, an amused look on his face as he only slowed his pace- never stopping.

"Gotta make sure that Daddy eats lunch, Papa! Daddy can't be hungry. If you put me down, I will go check."

"Daddy's eating his sandwiches in the office, lovebug. I brought him lunch before I came to get you from your playroom."

"Um...but what if he needs ANOTHER sammich?"

"I brought him three. He's good."

"But I should CHECK."

"Nice try. Nap time."

You sighed heavily again, grumbling a little as you laid your head on Steve's shoulder. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at you as he walked into your room. He gently pulled your covers back and laid you down, noting that you held onto him until the last possible second. It was only then that he noticed that you were definitely making your 'upset' face, not your 'grumpy' face. "What's the matter, Princess?" he said, sitting next to you and brushing your hair back from your face. "What's got my baby upset?"

You bit your lip, fidgeting for a second, then held Jellybean up to your face so you couldn't see your Papa. "I mad at me," you said quietly.

He wasn't expecting that. "You're mad at... you?" he repeated, not entirely sure he heard you correctly. When you nodded, still not looking at him, he scooted a bit closer to you. "Why are you mad, baby?"

"Because I played today and wasn't wif you instead and now I gotta take a nap and be not wif you again," you said in a tiny voice, pouting behind your bunny.

Steve's heart glowed inside his chest at your words. He knew you too well to think that you were making this up. You were genuinely upset because you were already missing him. He gathered you up and cuddled you into his arms again. "Well, I tell you what," he said in his softest Papa voice. "How about I cuddle with you right now while you take your nap?"

You peeked out at him from behind the safety of Jellybean. "You stay wif me?" you asked innocently, really hoping it was true. Steve smiled his best smile at his best girl.

"You betcha, baby," he said, snuggling you and pulling you in so he could scoot himself onto your bed. You squealed with joy, making Jellybean dance around with happiness. He chuckled for a moment, letting your express yourself, but then started running his fingers down your cheek to calm you down.

"Hold on there, peanut," he said. "I'll stay with you but you know the nap time rules."

You nodded vigorously. "Eyes shut, stay onna bed, no toys in bed, no singin', and no gettin' up 'cause I want to," you repeated, anxious to show off your knowledge of the rules. Steve smiled proudly (and also a little bit because he was remembering WHY you had all those very specific nap time rules...you certainly were one for mischief).

"Good girl. Eyes shut and sleep now, baby. JARVIS, nap mode please."

"Yes, Captain."

The windows in your room darkened and you turned towards Steve, snuggling in and shutting your eyes, like a good girl. You nuzzled Jellybean and sighed, waiting for sleep to come.

But it didn't.

After a few moments, you fidgeted a bit, trying to get comfortable. Then a few moments later, you did it again. Steve smiled to himself, feeling you flip and flop around. This was pretty typical for you- you had a lot of wiggles to get out before you could really get comfortable. But even he could feel the slight edge to them this time. After the fifth time you changed positions, you let out a tiny whine.

"What's the matter, baby girl?" Steve said, soft and low.

"I feel too wiggly to sleep, Papa."

"How about you try to get all your wiggles out at once? Do you think that could help?"

Without missing a beat, you gave it your all. You wiggled and flipped and flopped and even sat up on your knees and beat your pillow into a different shape for a good two minutes before collapsing limply at his side.

"That did not work," you said grumpily, still feeling too much to sleep. Steve once again had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at your imperious little tone.

"How about a story, huh? Do you think that might work?"

"Okay," you sighed as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders. "Can I has Mermaid please?"

"You sure can. Here we go," Steve said, cuddling you closer and waiting until your eyes were shut. He began telling the tale of The Little Mermaid in a hushed voice, using his best storytelling skills. He told of magical underwater worlds and a sweet girl who fell in love. He watched as you grew stiller and stiller, and made his voice softer and softer, until he finally said, "The End."

To his dismay, your eyes flew open immediately the second the words were out of his mouth. "Stiw too much bees inside me, Papa," you grumbled, starting to feel the effects of afternoon tiredness.

Steve was scratching his head- why weren't you going to sleep? It wasn't like you weren't trying. You hadn't had anything sugary or caffeinated, and you weren't off your normal routine. Maybe...you hadn't had enough to eat at lunchtime?

"Too many bees, huh?" he said, the not-worried part of him grinning at your unique descriptions of what you were feeling. "How about some milk, huh? Would you like some warm milk to help the bees?" It was extremely rare that you would take a bottle, but every now and then you slipped enough to need one. You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand and sniffled.

"Yes, pwease," you said quietly, holding up your arms for him to carry you. Steve had intended to leave you resting in your bed while he went to get your milk, but it was clear you didn't want to be left alone. He easily scooped you up, gently pressing your head into his shoulder. He had clocked the way your l's had turned to w's, which only happened when you were feeling vulnerable and upset. He rubbed your back as he made his way to the kitchen. He quickly made you a bottle and handed it to you. You wearily brought it up to your mouth and began drinking, keeping your tired head on his shoulder.

As Steve carefully carried you back to your room, you suddenly pointed at the office door. "You wanna see Daddy?" Steve asked you. You nodded, your mouth still occupied with the bottle. "Yeah? Maybe that will help this little baby fall asleep?" Steve gently knocked on the door, and you heard your Daddy say he could come in.

"I've got a little kitten with me," Papa said lightly. You were too achy and miserable to hear the shuffle of papers and the footsteps leading up to the door, but suddenly, Daddy was right in front of you.

"What's going on?" Bucky asked, his eyes resting on your exhausted face, surprised by the bottle. Immediately he reached out and stroked your cheek lovingly, already knowing that you were upset.

"We're having a hard time falling asleep," Steve said gently. Bucky's eyes met his for a fraction of a moment- long enough to confirm that you were honestly HAVING trouble and not MAKING trouble. "We thought that seeing Daddy might help," Steve finished, swaying you gently back and forth.

"Is that so?" Bucky said, holding his arms out to you. "You wanna come see Daddy, Trouble?" You opened your eyes, and the heartbreaking look on your face caused his insides to clench for you.

You whined again, wanting to try something new but also not wanting to move at all. They understood, and Steve carefully transferred you to Bucky's arms. The cool metal and familiar whir of the vibranium arm plates was soothing, and you nuzzled into Bucky's neck, dropping your bottle. Steve caught it with his lightning quick reflexes before it hit the ground and upset you even more. "Aw, what's the matter with the little kitten, huh?" Bucky murmured into your ear.

"Evewyting is too spicy, Daddy," you slurred back, the tiredness really catching up to you now. You wanted to cry but you didn't even have the energy to do that. Your poor tired brain simply would not shut down.

Bucky's eyebrows flew into his hairline at your proclamation. "Spicy?" he mouthed at Steve so as not to upset you. "What did you feed her?!"

Steve rolled his eyes. "It's how she feels, she can't find the right words," he mouthed back. Bucky nodded once in understanding, but then his eyes narrowed a bit.

"You sure?" Bucky mouthed back. Steve gave him his patented 'come on man' look.

"Unless it was peanut butter and jelly laced with jalapenos, yeah, I'm sure," Steve mouthed back sarcastically. Bucky had the grace to look abashed for three seconds.

"Sorry," he mouthed back. Steve shook his head, but smiled. Bucky could definitely get a little crazy and overprotective with you which made him not always think straight.

Bucky turned his full attention to you. "How about if Daddy walks you around a bit, huh? Wanna try that?" Your answering whimper broke his heart again, and he headed right for the living room. Knowing where he was going with this, Steve murmured to JARVIS to dim these windows too, and the AI complied immediately.

Bucky cuddled you in close, laying his cheek on the top of your head like you liked, and started crooning soft lullabies that he knew you loved as he gently moved around the room. He could feel the tension in your little body, and the way you were trying to hold still but also squirming to find a comfortable position. When you whimpered and bounced your head against his shoulder once, he knew it was time to try something else.

"Hey Trouble, let's try watching a movie, okay?"

"Don't wanna."

"Not even Tangled?"

Ohhh, that movie was your kryptonite. It had never failed to put you to sleep, although they never tried it at nap time before. You just whimpered and tried to bury your face in Bucky's shoulder again, past words. Bucky quickly moved to the couch, laying your head down in his lap, running his cool fingers through your hair when you whimpered. Steve sat on his left, pulling your legs into his lap. You whined and fussed, but they patted and shushed and soothed you. Steve pulled one of the soft throw blankets over you, and Bucky quickly pulled up Tangled on the TV, adjusting the volume before it started blaring. You heard the opening start, and it was like your entire body went limp. Your daddies held their breaths. You still weren't out, but this was the first positive response they'd gotten.

They held perfectly still while you flipped and flopped, trying to find a comfortable position. Ten minutes in and you finally found it- your left cheek was smushed against Bucky's knee, mouth hanging open, the blanket was bunched up in your arms and draped over your backside, and your right leg and ankle were propped up on Steve's am and shoulder, your foot pressed into the side of his face. You gave the tiniest, contented sigh, and finally, FINALLY fell asleep. They both counted to one hundred in their heads, praying that this was it. When you didn't wake up, the relief was palable.

"Don't. Move," they suddenly whispered to each other at the same time, before quietly grinning.

If anyone asked Captain America about one of his best moments ever later on, he would have said, hands down- watching Tangled with a foot pressed into his face.

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itsjaywalkers · 28 days

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jegulus & 71 pleaseee :))

i love all your writing btw!!!!

this prompt gave me an excuse to write this silly lil scene i've had stuck in my mind for days SO THANK U FOR THAT BABE

if u recognise what this is loosely based on . no u don't . i'm going thru something okay .

also !! thank u so much nonnie i'm very happy to hear it !! <3

71. "Kiss me, quick!"

Regulus doesn't know how he's managed to land himself a date with James Potter, but he isn't really complaining.

Or, well, maybe he is complaining a little bit, because, technically, it isn't a real date.

He thinks that, to all intents and purposes, though, it's absolutely a date. They're at a restaurant, sitting in the same side of a booth, and they keep gazing into each others eyes, smiling sweetly and giggling while they decide what they want to order.

Regulus can totally pretend this is real if he ignores the not-so-subtle glances James keeps throwing to the couple a few tables away from them. Or how he keeps whispering under his breath what he wants Regulus to do so they look more convincing. Or the fact that James chose to ask him to be his fake date through gritted teeth and a pinched brow.

He supposes it might be kind of his fault. Regulus hasn't been very nice to James, although there's been a considerable improvement since they met, which he believes should be more appreciated.

But, then again, the Regulus of seven months ago wasn't pathetically in love with James Potter.

Regulus misses him dearly. It was so much easier to keep his reputation intact when he didn't have to make an actual effort.

"I'm gonna put my arm around your shoulders," James informs him with a smile. It looks genuine, and it would've fooled Regulus if he didn't know the other man as well as he does.

He nods, offering a smile of his own that despite being considerably smaller, it's actually sincere. Regulus isn't too worried about it, though. Unlike James, he's an excellent actor, the best of their generation if he says so himself, and it's not hard to believe that he'd play his role perfectly.

Even if it's one as unbecoming as being James Potter's boyfriend.

As he said he would, James wraps an arm around him, and Regulus has to will his body to remain cool and relaxed but not too relaxed, or else he'll end up melting against James' body.

He's just so warm. Regulus reckons the other man ought to go see a doctor about it, get it checked, because it shouldn't be normal for a human being to feel so welcoming, so safe.

Regulus shivers, and he isn't sure if it's due to how disgusted he is by his own train of thought, or how well he seems to fit, tucked against James' side.

"I'm gonna put my head on your shoulder," he mutters, tone surprisingly even. Since he's already doing this, he might as well take advantage of it and properly enjoy it.

"Good idea," James murmurs, sounding excited, his eyes fixed on the guy sitting right in front of Macdonald.

Regulus thinks he'd feel more jealous if it weren't because this whole thing is a mere ruse to teach that asshole a lesson after breaking James' heart.

Still, he wishes James was paying attention to him. He's the Regulus Black, after all. It shouldn't be a choice in the first place.

"Oh," James gasps, squirming a little in his place and jostling Regulus' head a little from where it's resting on his shoulder. "He's finally noticed us."

Regulus can barely supress the urge to roll his eyes.

"Maybe we should turn it up a bit, then," he suggests, getting more comfortable and pressing even closer to the other man.

"You're right," James agrees without missing a beat, as if it's not completely unheard of, James admitting to Regulus being right about something. "I'm gonna whisper something in your ear, and you're gonna laugh about it. I know it must be difficult for you, but—"

"Pretending you're funny?" Regulus cuts him off, batting his lashes up at him all coyly. "It's nearly impossible, but unlike others, I do have the acting skills, so I think I'll manage."

James glares down at him, the gesture poorly disguised by a grin. The matching one Regulus gives him in response is totally genuine.

The other man leans down, until his lips are grazing Regulus' earlobe teasingly, and he has to bite down on his lower lip to keep an embarrassing noise from escaping.

"You're the most insufferable person I've ever met," James whispers, his breath hitting Regulus' skin with every word. "And I can't wait for this date to be over."

Oh, Regulus couldn't relate more. He's starting to come too close to popping a fucking boner for comfort.

He laughs, too loud and too eager, behaving like a stupid schoolgirl with a crush, and when realisation dawns on him, he does his best to ignore that he is basically a schoolgirl with a crush.

Regulus thinks that this must be what hitting rock bottom feels like.

"Fuck, he's looking this way," James says, still way too close to Regulus' ear, to his fucking neck. "He's actually looking this way. Oh my god, I can't believe this is working!"

"That makes two of us," Regulus huffs after daring to take a peek and discovering that James' annoying ex is, in fact, focused on them and their cheesy display. He even seems to be shooting daggers at them.

"Shit, Gideon looks so mad," James comments, positively giddy at the thought. "We gotta do something else, something that actually drives the message home."

"And what would that message be?" Regulus drawls, tilting his face the slightest bit, making it seem like they're actually having a Moment.

"Probably 'you're a fucking prick and I'm glad we're over and you're gonna regret playing with me like you did.'"

Regulus hums, considering, and then his mouth is opening before he even has the opportunity to think about it. "Kiss me, then."

James splutters, eyes widening comically and jaw almost dropping to the floor. Regulus wants to snap at him for breaking character after all their hard work, but now that James has decided to fuck up so badly, someone's gotta keep their charade afloat.

"What?" he nearly yells, and it's almost physically painful for Regulus, holding back his scowl.

"Fucking keep it down," Regulus hisses, his expression resembling a lovesick fool's. "How do you want this to look believable otherwise? Especially after sabotaging us like this."

James has no business looking as offended as he does right now. If anything, Regulus should be the one sporting that aggrieved frown, considering the circumstances.

"Shut up," James grumbles, all petulantly like a child. "I don't want to fucking kiss you."

Regulus swallows the sudden wave of nausea and the pieces of his broken heart, and arches a judging eyebrow.

"And you think I do?" he questions with a sniff. "I'm doing this to help, but if you'd rather ruin your own plan because of your stupid pride, then be my guest."

"I know you're not just lecturing me about pride, of all things—"

"James, I think he's about to get up. Fuck, what if he comes here? Shit, this is—kiss me, quick!"

"Excuse me, he's doing what!?" James whips his head around in mild panic, just to see that Gideon really is pushing his chair away from the table, all his attention on them.

"James," Regulus urges him, elbowing him harshly on the side.

It takes James a couple of seconds to return his focus to Regulus, at least a dozen emotions flickering behind his eyes. "I'm not—I don't think we—"

With a long-suffering sigh, Regulus grips the front of James' shirt and pulls him in, clashing their mouths together and swallowing James' surprised gasp.

He tries to tell himself it's fine, that he's kissed other people before when shooting scenes for his show, and this isn't any different. Regulus didn't feel anything back then, because it was just work, just another role, and in a way, this thing with James is, too.

But it doesn't matter how much he tries, how he keeps repeating these words in his head like a mantra. His heart still speeds up as he moves his mouth against James', who seems completely frozen on the spot. His cheeks still burn, the blush probably being noticeable from a distance. His body still relaxes against James', seeking more of that lovely warmth, more of James' touch.

It's over way too soon, but the other man isn't responding, and if he keeps it up for too long with James just sitting there and taking it, their audience is bound to notice.

Regulus pulls away with a truly idiotic smile, and he hates that he doesn't even have to fake it.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" he murmurs, while James blinks down at him.

He's about to turn around, search for Gideon and hopefully relish in his jealous expression, when he feels a hand on his jaw. The grip is unforgiving, bordering on desperate, and before Regulus has the chance to question it, or swat the contact away, James is pulling him in for another kiss.

This one's different. Less performative. Regulus wasn't actually acting in the first one, because he's been wanting to kiss the other man for a few months now, but he was still hyperaware of Gideon, of what they were trying to do. Of James being completely unresponsive.

In this case, however, it's sort of impossible to focus on anything that isn't James, who's kissing him eagerly, hungrily, deepening the kiss the moment Regulus begins reciprocating. He licks at his lips, requesting permission, and Regulus grants it without a second thought, nothing but white noise inside his brain.

Their tongues tangle, and James makes a keening sound against Regulus' panting mouth. His fingers twitch around the material of James' shirt, a whimper on the tip of his tongue when their teeth clash in their desperation.

Once again, Regulus is the one that puts an end to it, even if it's more out of survival instinct than actual want. You see, they start to get too into it, especially considering they're in a very public place, surrounded by other people.

There's nothing wrong with a bit of snogging, and Regulus has seen way worse than their little make out session. But then James' free hand is gripping onto his waist, pulling Regulus in until he's nearly straddling his lap, blood rushing south at an alarming pace and hips twitching with the need to thrust in search of some friction.

Surprisingly, Regulus still has some sense of self-preservation left.

He captures James' lower lip between his teeth and tugs, dragging another obscene sound out of him, before finally breaking their kiss. Regardless, James doesn't allow him to get far, his hold on him tightening as soon as Regulus attempts to put some space between them.

"Yeah," James exhales, sounding absolutely wrecked. "That wasn't hard at all."

#silly little drabbles #jegulus my beloveds

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sleepey-demon-liker · 1 year

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can i request a belphie x eldest sibling reader who acts like a typical eldest child (and hence tends to “look after” belphie) and isn’t great at expressing affection . can be angst or fluff or both ! tysm <33

Ofc nonnie! Thanks so much for requesting btw, I hope you enjoy~ ☆ (I made this fluff fluff fluffy!)

Belphie with an Eldest Sibling Reader

Belphie, being the youngest and most spoiled, fully takes advantage of your caring personality and expertise. He does genuinely enjoy you caring for him though, more than he appreciates his brothers doing it

If you ever told him about your siblings, he would act uninterested, but he is behind his facade. He gets a little jealous that you give this type of attention and affection to others... but he understands that family bond. If you ever proposed the idea of introducing him to your siblings, he would accept nonchalantly but actually be worried about impressing them and if they would approve of him

Belphie doesn't mind that you aren't great at or don't know how to express affection. He knows you still care just by little actions. Like making sure he is up and ready for RAD, or asking if his homework is finished and if not, you'd be happy to help with it. You both get each other, and he couldn't ask for anything more

He'll be the one to initiate affection if you don't know how, and he's completely fine with that- it'll just be in his tsundere like way that we all know and love~

He'll, of course, always ask to cuddle with you, to nap with you, to just be with you, and every time you agree he's over the moon. He will, also of course, never let you leave once he has you, so expect to be cuddling in his arms or have his head resting in your lap for 5 hours at the very least hehe

Soon you may even find that subconsciously, your hand will wander to his own, or your fingers will be running through his silky hair, or that your lips had met because of your own volition and not because he was the one to ask. Nothing gets Belphie's heart beating more than those innocent moments

Belphegor loves and treasures you dearly, he loves how you spoil him, how you take care of him, and how he doesn't have to fear judgement when he's in your presence. He knows you'll always take care of him, and he'll do his best to take care of you as well. So MC, won't you stay with him just a little longer~?

There we go, thanks again for requesting anon!! I love our sleepy cow demon just as much~ I only have 1 sibling and I'm the younger one so I hope I wrote this well enough and that it's accurate HSGSHSBS

See you lovelies next time~ ☆

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #om! swd #omswd #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #om! belphegor #om! belphie #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x mc #belphie x mc #belphegor headcanons #belphie headcanons

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 month

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hi!! Quick question: how are you doing with requests? I don’t mean that in a “WHY AREN’T YOU DONE YET??? 👹” way. I mean it genuinely like: are you stressed? are you overwhelmed? how are you?

I was browsing through the bingo challenges and have a slew of slutty ideas for the Stark Squad™ but I don’t wanna inundate you and add on to the stress lol

As always we really appreciate what you do! If you need anything we’re always here for you :)

-😋

Welcome back, sweet Nonnie! 💙

This question is so thoughtful of you, and I cannot thank you enough for it! Right now, I'm at a point where I am happy with the amount of requests I have, and I am definitely open for more! And I'm also good outside of Tumblr; I've been going through a bit of a tough time but I'm on the up and up so thank you for asking!

That being said - I do have quite a list of them, so it might take me longer to get to them than others. For some requests the muse strikes right away and for others it takes longer (some even months maybe), but I aim to write all of them eventually! 💙

You're always welcome to send more requests (you have the most amazing ideas and me and @ccbsrmsf1 cannot stop drooling over them when you send them! 👀

Again, thank you for reaching out like this, and please feel free to send more requests. I have more bingo challenges coming up as well, so you might want to check those out as well once you're more than welcome to once they're up! 💙

#thank you for the ask 💙#Nonnie ask

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seijorhi · 5 months

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dear rhi,

i think it's become my norm to disappear for months at a time and come back (mainly to check on you), but this time i'm so glad i did because i didn't have to worry about the anticipation of your latest fic, and now i get to struggle to put into words how much i absolutely loved it <3

rhi, i want you to know how gifted of a writer you are. to have such a creative thought process is something you should cherish forever, and that's why i never mind the wait between each gap in my time on this app- because i know that, even if its months before i read from you again, i know i have amazing things waiting for me (and i still get to think of some of my older favorites before i return for the new!). in fact, you might be possibly the sole writer i truly truly get excited to read from again each time i delete and redownload tumblr.

your ability to create something so mindblowing from a simple idea or prompt is something i really envy, and i hope you don't ever lose that because it will be a genuine tragedy if that ever happens.

and oh my goodness, your latest fic? I'm genuinely speechless. wither and bleed is (i don't know how many times i've said or thought this for each of your fics, but i'll say it again anyway) one of my new favorites from you. i don't think i have anything new to really contribute to the discussion, especially since im a bit late to the party from what i can tell, but i got the chills. of course that isn't uncommon when i read your stories but i was actually in shambles by the end, and that goes to show how effective you are as a writer considering we as the reader were actually, relative to the fic's length, hardly actually in it.

i don't know what else to add, other than i can't wait for what you have in store next and i admire you so much, rhi, from the bottom of my heart <33

with love,

🦢 anon <3

nonnie, dearest, darling, beloved, i will cRY

fhdsjkdhfdjsak i know i have been very slack with writing lately but this was the sweetest fucking ask and it has me all soft n gooey n i just really love and appreciate you!!!

i pinky promise, cross my heart and hope to die, there will be a fic before the end of this month!!! so you cannot leave until then <33

but fr i totally understand the urge to dip every now and then and pop back in

ily!! thank you for the super nice ask and i hope ur doing good!!!

MWUAH MWUAH!!!

#rhi answers #🦢 anon

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kaustic · 5 months

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hii! previous anon here (long story, made an ask about it being hard to accept death, you made a beautifully worded response and it really resonated)

i felt the need to come back to once again let you know how much i still, to this day, appreciate and think about your response. since then, i dont think there’s been a single time where i was upset about it and not been relieved/cheered up/etc after remembering it.

i know that ask was long in the past (almost a year and a half ago if i remember correctly), but ive been thinking about how many quick moments like that have genuinely impacted my life. i’m currently on the path to becoming a funeral director and i’ve shared your words with many of my fellow classmates, as well as many friends and family members during harsh times of similar status.

we never know how much we influence random strangers’ lives, so i’ve always found it important to let people know they’ve done so when i have the chance.

sorry to be sending you such a crazy ask in the middle of the night, and thank you so much for impact you’ve had on my future, even if it was never intended or thought about beyond answering an ask. i sincerely hope you’re doing well.

OMG YES I REMEMBER YOU! nonnie i have no words, this is so sweet. you made my cry /pos. i’m so glad and amazed that my words could help you and others! im just, wow!

i truly do not have to words to express how thankful i am that my words were able to touch so many people that’s just beautiful🥺

i’m doing amazing and I’m so glad to hear you’ve been doing well too! im holding this ask so gently in my arms for forever and sending you all my love!🫶🫶

#THIS IS SO SWEET #i wish i could formulate a better response that gets across all my emotions bUT NONNIE #im so endlessly glad what i said continued to bring you the same comfort they do me🥺#kit’s beloved anons #saved

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icharchivist · 9 months

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Translator!Anon here! In honor of the new trailer I have decided to lose my entire mind and fed a short piece of the Belial's Room segment from the GranFes 2022-2023 (which I painstakingly cut out of the stream myself, btw. I am mentally sound) to the voice-to-text program and while again, it's not the most reliable, I'm gonna try a text-based translator later, since the segment is subtitled, I was curious to see what it'd spit out

One thing I actually heard with my own ears is after Belial read a letter from someone who bought his figurine, he went "kore wa kore wa", which most closesly translates to "Well, well", but a translation also suggested it's "A phrase used when one feels shocked upon encountering something unexpected" which is hilarious because it's so patently untrue. He sounds neither surprised nor shocked. More like smug. So yeah. I thought that was funny.

One sentence that the program figured out that looks super close to the actual subtitles provided ended up being "It was a very exciting first time." Of course it would get that right. What was I thinking. He was referring to how he got here and how he had difficulty getting to the Fes and got stuck (in traffic?) and ended up taking the car, which was said exciting (doki doki) first time. Then something about feeling the wind. But please take this with a grain of salt. All we know for certain is that he had an exciting first time. Good for you, man.

He refers to his segment as a treat for the audience and thanks them for their many letters (the questions you could send via his Twitter, I am never getting over that) and promises that we're going to love it. Or that he loves us (suki). Pick your favorite, but I know mine.

He also laughs and it looks genuinely wholesome, like he's actually having fun. He's probably enjoying having such a huge harem who coo at his every move. Well, maybe it's a bit sinister, but he looks so happy so I don't mind the ulterior motives.

He was surprised by the amount of messages he got, which does not surprise me, personally. He goes on to say that responding to some of them is his way of showing his love.

The first question was someone asking about how Belial would describe his ideal man, according to Granblue_en, my heroes, and according to them he goes on for a while before realizing he's describing himself

My mix of programs unfortunately spat out something pretty cryptic and hard to understand, so I went for something else.

I tried Google Lens and yeah, it's a bit sluggish, I have to cover the camera and pause often because it doesn't fully realize when the text changes and occasionally refuses to focus on the text I want it to and translates something completely random instead, like the keyboard on my laptop. I had no idea those are numbers in the top row, thank you, Lens.

According to it, however, his answer to the question was "A good man, huh? Genuine and sincere, doesn't lie to himself, earnestly fulfils his role. Isn't that a good man? ...Ah, my bad. Isn't this a self-introduction?"

I'm counting that as a success because it's actually comprehensible. Perhaps if I had a lot more time on my hands I'll try longer sequences with the Lens, but again, it's not super cooperative. But I appreciate getting to catch a glance at how he sees himself, apparently? How he sees himself? Is he just being ironic again?Food for thought!

From the Granblue_en summary, I was honestly expecting much worse, so this is a relief

I intend to keep finagling with this occasionally until I uncover the whole truth. I even started looking for Japanese classes in my area. I am obsessed. Don't be like me, kids

Unrelated but even without knowledge of the Japanese language I enjoy watching these Belial's Room segments, it's pure Hosoyan ASMR and just nice, so I definitely recommend them and hope we get another one next year

Anyway, take care!

OH HELLO NONNY!!!

MAN THAT'S AMAZING HOLY SHIT thank you so much for the hard work getting the summary??? That was so much work to make sure to know what this bastard said in that one fes i'm so impressed!!!

and thank you so much for sharing it with me on my blog :sob: i'm so touched.

Going into the commentary now, under cut so it's not too long,

-for the Kore wa Kore wa i could imagine him playing it up like he's shocked while he knows very well that he has this effect on people, this is so funny thank you

-OH I REMEMBER ABOUT HIM GETTING STUCK!!!! I remember seeing a hundred of fanarts about him getting stuck in the subway actually, there was a huge meme at the same time as a fes where he was especially stuck in a station in Shibuya because of subway difficulties, and i think it was because the Belial hologram mentioned it or something before. (I also think i remember it bc then Belial did a PSA about wearing your mask in a public space, since it was during the height of covid) so i'm assuming he's refering to that one time he got stuck, and so he was careful this time taking the car! That tracks with what happened a few years ago so i'm sure you're right!!! exciting!

-aw he loves us..... i decide to accept this is the official translation now,

-aw he likes having a full group of people all over him cherishing him??? canon confirmation he would like being our collective boyfriend, and canon confirmation that in here with Ichas and the Nonnies we understand Belial the most and here's the proo-

-how can he be surprised about that he's THE mister "drives fans crazy". he doesn't understand how loved he is SMH!! but i'm so touched he's giving back some love for the fans. ofc it's a bit of fanservice, but i'm feeling serviced so i'm happy.

-The ideal man answer will never fail to make me laugh. yeah you're right babe you're right.

Oh i feel you so much for google lens, i had the same issue trying to put the MeguMari duet through the translation :(

BUt ALSO HELLO ON THiS DESCriPTION??? It's one thing if he would have described how hot he was but holy shit. Good man??? HIM??? Genuine and Sincere??? MISTER McLIAR???? though i guess he's genuine and sincere over his feelings of love and devotion so. i guess that the only thing that matters in this case. "doesn't lie to himself" Belial. Belly. Sweetie. "earnestly fulfills his role" THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING KNOWING THE PRIMAL STUFF BELIAL... but can we convince him into being a good housewife after that asking for a friend (me)

I think that like, for instance, his devotion to his role, his genuine and sincere feeling, he especially describe how he is to Lucilius and describes that he would be the most perfect of lovers of Lucilius would give him a chance, because those attributes should be the ones to help him out on that. But he's definitely lying on the not lying to himself :sob: guy is lying to himself about lying to himself. Or he's trying to manipulate us again.

but that's so interesting, loving it.

So glad it ended up being quite fun like this!

Good luck with working on more of the translation, and WOW! congratz on seeking for more Japanese knowledge just to get what our Belial is saying, i'm so amazed. You're a rolemodel.

And so much mood, it really is just ASMR segments when you don't know what he's saying. IT's always so fun

thank you again so much for sharing those with me i'm so happy <333

take care!

#long post for ts #ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Hi Love!

I just saw last few Nonnys sending you (well deserved!) love, and you replied with something that you're upset you're not doing it (reccing) too well recently. I just want you to know that we all are grateful for EVERYTHING. Like, literally. Just linking us other lists is incredibly helpful and asking others for a fic / recs is also truly amazing! I understand that you may feel less "productive" or whatever else, but don't forget that the simpliest acts are gigantic. If you'd need a week break, we love you. If you'd need a month break, we love you. If you'd need a year break, we still love you. Hell, if you'd at some point decide you won't rec anymore, we will always love you. Okay? All the love to you and stay well! <3<3<3

(referencing this ask re: me being upset about having lame recs)

LOVELY.

I don't deserve this kindness, TRUELY. Honestly, I'm sobbing as I write this, because, I dunno, I feel I don't deserve it if I'm not really trying, you know? I can't explain. I just feel bad because I feel like I used to do much better at reccing, but I suppose with a 3 year CONSTANT back-catalogue of lists, I don't really have that much to do now when I do get asks, you know? And I feel bad because in the past 2 years, I've been slowing down in my reading because I don't take public transit anymore, and usually only read before bed, or in the mornings on the weekend, so I'm REALLY slow at getting new reads out, and in turn my lists have slowed down too.

And now asks these days, it's easy for me to go to my organized offline list and copy-paste everything and boom, done. I have been trying to limit my online usage if only because I work my ass off during the day, do some freelance after hours and then I spend hours filing my blog in the moments I have free. Looking at my computer is exhausting, LOL.

I got a comment a few months ago that my recs are boring and repetitive now because they're always the same fics, and I guess ever since then I've just been... losing heart in doing them, you know? If no one is enjoying them anymore, despite me meticulously sorting everything to make it easier for people to find exactly what they're looking for, and even though I work my DAMNEDEST to get you guys new lists twice a week EVERY single week... then what's the point?

*shrugs* I don't know. I'm just being stupid, I guess. Comments like this help a lot. I do genuinely enjoy making the lists (digitally organizing things help soothe my mind) and sharing them with everyone makes me happy... kind of a "look at my stuff, isn't it neat?" thing, heh.

So yeah, I'll be taking some time off soon (I usually do several times in the summer months during Canadian long weekends and my usual summer holiday), first one coming up in a few weeks for just the long weekend. Just always feel bad when I do. Bleh. Shit self-esteem sucks.

Thank you again for your kind words. I really REALLY appreciate comments like this, because it lets me know that I must be doing SOMETHING right and my stupid brain is just being silly again, hah.

*HUGS* Thank you <3

#steph replies #chatting with lovelies #about me #my blog #testimonials

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musette22 · 1 year

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I feel so bad when I’m not crazy about his outfits because any content we get is a blessing but I’m not feeling the navy and black combo and the wide leg pants. I can over look it because his eyes and smile always win

Okay so first of all, this isn't meant harshly and I don't mean to put you in your place or anything like that, nonnie, but I just want to voice some thoughts <3 Listen, it's totally fine if you're not crazy about an outfit Sebastian wears, we all have preferences! No need to feel bad about that at all, I promise! I'm also not at all saying everyone has to love everything about Sebastian and the way he looks, or that they have to hype up things they're not crazy about. That's not necessary or logical at all.

But I don't understand why people decide to voice that opinion in unkind or whiny terms (not that you're doing that, but several other people have) or, for that matter, why you or anyone would feel the need to send me an ask about that when I've already made it clear that I personally really love his look. What's the point of telling me? Why not just just focus on appreciating the new content and the eyes and the smile you mention and leave the rest be? Again, not trying to chasten you, I just genuinely don't really get it I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

Maybe I'm weird for preferring to focus on the positives (new Sebastian content! he looks healthy and happy! he's clearly thriving!) over not particularly digging an outfit/hair style/vibe/whatever people have been saying, but if I am, then so be it 🤷🏻‍♀️ Whenever I don't like something about his look, I personally just think 'well no one can look their best 1000% of the time and he's still unbelievably gorgeous' and focus on the things I do like. Criticising someone's appearance just seems so unnecessary to me, not to mention a little entitled. Of course, I can't make everyone agree with me, or stop anyone from doing it, but I will ask (again) that people please refrain from doing so in my ask box. Thank you for understanding <3

#sebastian stan #minnie answers #just replying to this ask because it's one of the nicer ones in this category I've received today

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chaithetics · 9 months

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Porcelain and the Shark: Sweet Jonathan

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 4.6K

Prompts: "at the birth of jonathan, and even though she’s been doing therapy after she has him she really just breaks down crying because she loves him sooooo much, already and he’s only been alive for minutes. And it’s kind of her letting go of feeling like it was her fault Caroline didn’t love her. like rationally she knows she couldn’t have done anything wrong that quick but now she kinda understands something was broken in her mother to discard her so quickly. also realizes how Logan must have contributed to that bc Stewy's support was incredibly important to her labourand she knows how logan is. And she quietly loves Jonathan and has Stewy embrace her and thank her for making their family grow." + "If possible, I wanted to know a little more about when Jonathan was born, I imagine that the new parents were so in love with their baby , but how was the reaction of the rest of the family to the new and highly desired baby?"

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, anxious reader, pregnancy, scenes post-childbirth (labour/delivery is not depicted), the feels, canonical Roy chaos and pain (lmk if I've missed any!)

Authors note: Thank you so much to these 2 Nonnies for sending these prompts in! I really appreciate it and adore you both so much! They're both such great prompts, I hope you like this piece, please do let me know! Also, I haven't gone through childbirth or anything like that so I tried to keep everything pretty vague. This hasn't been proofread and post 2K I really started to dislike this and worry that it's not good 😭 Please let me know your thoughts, comments, reblogs and asks are appreciated! I love hearing from you all. Also can you tell I absolutely HATE naming things?!

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You were on the floor in the nursery that was almost completely ready, it was just waiting for the future Hosseini to arrive. There was a bookshelf in here that was really just for aesthetics at this stage, you knew it would be impractical because it wasn’t realistic that an infant would be doing a lot of reading, there was also the chance of this being a hazard for the bundle of joy that would soon be the centre of the household. The bookshelf had been bolted into the wall though and the home itself had been ‘baby-proofed’ already.

But it was still nice you thought to have a bookshelf with all of the adorable children’s books you’d spent hours finding, reading about and then also rambling to Stewy about. You were now looking over the books again, organising them in the important system (one which you would never use for work) but what would be the highest priority to read and your favourites.

Stewy came into the nursery. He looked around the nursery again for a second, he did it each time he came in. Genuinely amazed at what his life had become over the last few years. You heard his footsteps, you pause mid-book organising to look up at him as he walks over and leans against the changing table, watching you turn your attention back to the shelf, he thinks about it and enjoys that there are great conversations and banter but also places for comfortable silence in your relationship. Something you do as well. He revels in that for a moment before asking. “Do you need a hand?”

“No, thank you.” Your response is quick, amusingly too quick to him.

“Are you sure baby?” He drags the syllables out as he smiles at you, finding the quickness of your response equally amusing and intriguing.

“Yes, honey. I have a system.” You respond and then you turn around and smirk at him seeing his grin widen more. “One that I can’t teach.”

“Oh?” He questions somewhat teasingly but still intrigued as he raises his eyebrows at you. You hum in response. “What? Dewey? Library of Congress?” Stewy asks with a teasing smile.

“No. But if I tell you it can’t get out.” You hum and his smile widens as he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to continue. “”hat will be my favourites to read to them.” You confidently answer with your own growing smile.

“What a scandalous system.” Stewy laughs and nods, not too surprised at the revelation. His eyes scan around and he looks at the changing table and then finds a tub of something there piquing his interest.

“What’s this again?” He asks holding it out for you as you turn around to look at it.

“Diaper change cream.” You quickly answer smiling at your husband. “Think baby powder alternative for that area.”

“Right… And remind me again why we need an alternative to baby powder?” He questions as he studies it.

“Babies shouldn’t breathe in the powder particles and there are medical concerns and debate over talc.” You and Stewy had both done a lot of research and prep for this but it was stuff like this that you had read more on than him.

“Talc?” Stewy raises an eyebrow as he looks at the bottle of cream.

“Some research says it's carcinogenic. Talc’s the big player in baby powder ingredients, the culprit ingredient in those Johnson and Johnson lawsuits.” You finish off, knowing that that will ring a bell for him and it does as he quickly nods.

“It’s kind of sickening how good I’ll be at diaper changes.” He says in a deadly serious tone, you look over at him and can’t help but laugh. You’re in awe and humoured by the confidence of the handsome, cocky dork you married.

“Well with that confidence, I’m happy to leave that to you at 3 AM.” You quip back with a smirk, completely abandoning the books as you look at him.

“Shit at that time of morning, just a Saturday morning before my reformed domesticated ways.” He smirks at you and winks.

“Sure Stewy, sure. What was it that Roman said about your lifestyle…?” His eyebrows raise as he exhales, shaking his head but your grin just grows.

“Roman misquoted me-”

“Uh-huh. Of course, he did, you certainly didn’t happen to make the mistake of not just talking about but talking to my siblings about the-.” You smugly say before he cuts you off.

“Well even though he’s a loose cannon, you know it means you don’t ever need to worry about Roman’s career prospects. The narc will always have the pathway option of a police informant.” Stewy retorts, somewhat proud of himself for thinking of that on the spot despite the fact he’d thought it about a dozen times since that conversation with Roman and Kendall had gotten back to you.

“You were down bad, years before becoming a reformed married, soon-to-be family man.” You quickly respond.

It’s true and you both know it. He was bad for it and you imagine if things hadn’t been so complicated with your family you’d have been married a lot earlier than what had happened in this universe. You wondered what that would’ve been like.

“What is baby powder meant to do anyways? Is it like powdered baby cologne?” He quickly questions. It might sound like an intentional conversation change to the ears of others but his short attention span prompts it and you know that.

The question’s been triggered by his attention going back to the cream in his hands, you watch his eyes scan over the label curiously for any and all information. He then looks up from the product and his doe eyes that you’re in love with bore into yours. He looks so handsome like this, the softer night lighting just illuminates it. You’re so in love with him. You smirk to yourself briefly before responding as his smile grows.

“It’s meant to scare away the boogeyman.” You reply nonchalantly.

“Babe, your dad doesn’t live here. I think we’re good.” He says it with his eyebrows raised and a signature Stewy Hosseini teasing smile on his face.

You chuckle at that and roll your eyes as he places the cream down and walks over to kiss you as you then feel a small popping sensation.

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You felt warm, covered in sweat which plastered your hair to your face and neck. You’d had a firm grip on Stewy’s hand for hours now. Stewy was stroking your arm softly with his free hand as he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head as you both watched the nurse bring Jonathan over.

He’d fortunately been declared a healthy baby boy by the doctor and you smiled at that, your hand was still in Stewy’s but your grip relaxed a little as the worry in your body left at that, you’d been somewhat anxious as Jonathan was 2 weeks early but the doctors and nurses had assured you that was normal, you knew it was right but even with therapy, an anxious brain still doesn’t always accept logic.

“What a good set of lungs he has.” The nurse says with a smile as she places the still crying infant into your slightly shaky arms.

Your body shakes a little for a couple more seconds, you suppose that it’s a combination of the exhaustion from labour and the nerves of that whole process and now meeting your sweet boy. You feel your nerves stabilise after a few seconds, as you watch him, it must be part of that maternal instinct. He’s pressed into you and he’s so small and delicate in your arms, you can’t help but smile largely as you watch him.

“Hey, hey, hello sweetie, you’re so perfect.” You coo at him as you smile widely, he then finishes crying and you giggle a little at that.

“He really is.” Stewy says with a small chuckle as he looks down at the sweet little baby you created together and he then presses a gentle kiss to the top of your forehead.

Jonathan’s eyes open at the sound of his parents voices above him and he looks up at you. You can’t help but feel stunned and in awe of how your sweet little boy is looking at you with the same big brown eyes as Stewy and he appears to have the same dark locks as his father as well. He looks at you and returns the smile you’re directing at him which makes both yours and Stewy’s hearts explode. The love and awe you’re in over Jonathan is so encompassing, that nothing else matters and nothing could take away or ruin the joy of Jonathan’s existence.

Jonathan’s large, curious brown eyes flicker around the surroundings and its clear that his gaze is happier when it focuses on you and Stewy, especially when hearing your voices as you gently coo at him. It’s only a couple of minutes of the three of you being in this bubble, pretty oblivious to everything going on outside until Jonathan’s fallen into a peaceful slumber.

You bring him up slightly to kiss his head softly and quietly chuckle at how peaceful he looks. You’re amazed at him. Stewy wipes his eyes, being equally filled with adoration as he moves his hand from your arm for a moment to perch himself on the side of the bed next to you and press another kiss to your forehead as he stroke’s Jonathan’s little cheek.

In Jonathan’s slumber his hand raises a little and Stewy moves his hand towards it and Jonathan’s small fingers instinctively wrap around one of Stewy’s fingers. It’s such a beautiful sight and it’s amazing how small Jonathan is and how his hand doesn’t even cover all of just one of Stewy’s fingers.

It’s a pure domestic sight.

Love is coursing through each fibre of your being for your husband next to you and your newborn son in your arms. It’s such a sweet moment, the whole experience had been honestly. You tilt your head to look at Stewy for a moment, one hand of his gently placed on your arm and the other still there and while Jonathan has his fingers wrapped around Stewy you know that Stewy’s the one wrapped around his finger already.

Nobody could understand your parents. You never understood your parents. A confusing phenomenon as you’d gotten older but you really don’t get them right now, in this moment. Jonathan’s only minutes old and you’re so in love, he’s perfect, he’s done nothing wrong and even if he had done something wrong- he’s just a child, deserving of love.

You and your siblings had always been made to believe that there was something wrong with you, raised to be poisoned instead of loved so that as adults you’d believe dysfunction was where you thrived. Caroline and Logan had set you all up to fail from the start. You’d always felt like that it was your fault that Caroline had never loved you, maybe she did in a twisted, absent way you supposed but she’d never loved you how a mother was supposed to love and protect their child. You wondered how she could feel that way about you and your siblings when you felt nothing but love for your child. How she felt was on her, it had nothing to do with you. You were a child and a child that deserved better.

Tears start to burn your eyes and you try to blink them away quickly, willing yourself not to cry. This realisation and the tenderness and love that Stewy already had and had no problem showing for the baby you shared was starting to hit pretty hard. You knew he was a better man than your father, you’d promised yourself you would never marry anyone who reminded you of Logan Roy, let alone continue that cycle. But it was such a stark contrast seeing Stewy this way, so in love with Jonathan and so supportive to you compared to how your father had been with you or any of your siblings and the relationship he had with Caroline.

The tears stream down your cheeks and you begin to cry, it’s all a lot to process and you know the environment, medications and hormones are probably heightening everything. You try to hold back on it but you end up choking on your sobs until it all comes out. You’re still securely holding onto Jonathan as your body shakes with your crying, you can feel the warm tears plastering themselves onto your cheeks like cement.

“Hey, hey baby. What’s wrong?” Stewy asks as he wraps his arms around you, pressing you against him while making sure you and Jonathan are both secure and physically comfortable. His voice is gentle but laced with concern and you can feel that in his comforting body.

“He’s just so perfect-” You say in between sobs, trying to regulate your breathing but it’s not doing much. “I just love him so much already and- and well, I just don’t get it. How a mother couldn’t…” You say as you continue to cry.

Stewy knows exactly what you mean, ever since he first befriended Kendall Roy he’s known that there was something extremely wrong with Logan Roy and Caroline Collingwood. He knew you weren’t like them and he was glad that you were able to accept that your childhood and those relationships weren’t your fault. For your love of your son to prove that.

He continued to hold you while you cried, placing gentle kisses all over your head and whispering to you. “I love you so much, you’re already an incredible mom. You are good. You didn’t deserve any of that. Him and I both love you so much already.” He lifts one hand up to stroke your cheek as he looks down at Jonathan who is still sleeping then looks back into your eyes. “He was so happy when he saw your face and heard your voice.” He laughs a little at that with a sweet, soft expression on his face. You nod a little, biting your lip as a small laugh comes out as your tears slow down.

“I love you.” You say to Stewy softly as your breathing evens out a bit more now.

“I love you more.” Stewy says softly, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thank you. You’ve made our family grow, literally. You’re perfect, and he’s perfect just like you.” Stewy says pressing a kiss to your forehead. You’ve stopped crying now and you lean a little more into Stewy as you both watch Jonathan sleep until a nurse eventually puts him into the nearby cot, insisting that you and Stewy both need your sleep.

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“Hey, hey baby…” Connor says softly as he walks in to your room with a gentle smile. He has a small gift bag of something in one of his hands and a large bouquet of flowers in the other.

“Con?”

“Hey. I hope it’s not too early, I just needed to see how you were ASAP.” He says and chuckles anxiously a little. You can’t help but smile in return at him, it was early but you couldn’t be upset about it Connor was easy to be around and a gift of a sibling. But you knew that if it was a regular hospital he would’ve been escorted away for it not being visiting hours yet.

“It’s fine… I’m glad you’re here Con.” You say tiredly, his smile grows a little at that and his shoulders relax. You’d never been to him but he had been worried about intruding, he’d spent his whole life feeling like an intrusion to a private conversation at a party that he wasn’t invited to but everybody else was.

“How are you doing?” He asks.

“I’m okay… tired.” You respond with a smile and a small tired laugh looking over briefly at your husband who is still somewhat peacefully sleeping. As peacefully as you can in a hospital with a literal newborn.

“Yeah, I can only imagine…” Connor says as he comes over. “Wow, so that’s the little fella?”

You nod with a large smile as you look over at Jonathan sleeping. Connor’s face lightens up even more as he looks at Jonathan. He quietly coos at the little boy and that melts your heart a bit more. Connor had always been more of a father to you than Logan had ever been. It made sense that he’d be the first of your family to visit, unsurprisingly but unknown to you Connor had essentially been camping out to visit as soon as Stewy had texted him that your water had broken.

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked. Connor looked over at you somewhat surprised.

“Are you sure?” You chuckled a little at that.

“Of course. You had plenty of experience with all of us. An experienced natural.” He smiled at that and carefully lifted Jonathan up into his arms, supporting his small body as he swayed a little with him.

“He’s adorable.” Connor said softly, he was speaking to you but his gaze was focused on Jonathan. He was absolutely smitten by his nephew and he knew he’d spend the rest of his life doting on the little boy. “Still Jonathan?” He asked.

“Yeah, we decided to stick with it. He’s barely a day old but I think it suits.” You answer with a content hum. Connor nods at that smiling widely.

It’s not long after that that another visitor waltzs in, lacking any sense of noise control and quickly waking up Stewy from his slumber next to you.

“What up motherfuckers! I hear the newest edition has arrived?” Roman says with a smirk as he comes into the room. Connor shushes him, and Stewy’s eyes open and he shoots Roman a glare.

“Roman!” You say quietly but pointedly, as Jonathan stirs in Connor’s arms. Connor starts to sway again and coo at Jonathan but Stewy quickly puts his arms out to hold his son. Connor gently places Jonathan in Stewy’s arms and that settles him a little bit.

Roman’s eyes have widened at the scene of seeing his nephew. He quickly walks over closer to the bed to look down at Jonathan as Connor takes a seat. Roman’s expression screws up for a moment and you look up at him confused.

“Oh shit Porce…” Roman says and your head instantly snaps to look at Jonathan, his colour hasn’t changed, he doesn’t look like he’s in discomfort or anything but Roman’s ominous statement has unnerved you.

“What is it Rome…?” You ask desperately.

“When the fuck did you have the affair?” Roman boldly questions.

“What?!” You question in shock as Stewy tiredly rolls his eyes at Roman’s dramatics.

“I thought- I thought he was mine?! He looks NOTHING like me! He looks like him!” Roman says as he points at Stewy.

“Oh my God, Rome. Stop!” You say with a sigh not being in the mood for this.

“Jesus Christ, yeah, I know of people in the Bible too! But well, I think after a few years I might be able to love him like he’s my own anyway.” Roman says. Stewy’s gaze lands on Roman and Roman giggles a little as Stewy is visibly unimpressed.

“Didn’t we have the conversation about how problematic and inappropriate that is a multitude of times during the pregnancy Rome?” Stewy asks.

“Yeah but that was the pregnancy. Porce isn’t pregnant currently.” Roman retorts and you scoff at that. He comes over to give you a somewhat awkward side hug, he treats you like you’re a human made of the porcelain of your infamous moniker as he’s weary of the pain and state your body would be in after labour. He gives your cheek a quick kiss and you squeeze his hand as he steps back.

Roman’s face softens a little as he looks at Jonathan, he’ll admit that the baby is cutte. He kind of wants to hold him but he’s a bit scared to do that right now with how tiny he looks. Currently Jonathan looks more fragile to him than what you do.

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Roman hadn’t stayed for much longer, hospitals unnerved him a little and that room had quickly felt a bit too claustrophobic for him with the lack of dysfunction. Connor stayed for a while but to give you all a nap and another try at feeding. He promised to stop by again and constantly reiterated that he was just a phone call or text away.

You were so in love with and in absolute awe of your little boy. It was so encompassing. You were’t even anxious about your father visiting. You hadn’t thought of your father yet but there was nothing that Logan could say or do that would take away or ruin the joy of the existence of Jonathan.

Kendall had sent a congratulatory text to Stewy, along with that Rava, Sophie and Iverson were looking forward to meeting him and that Rava had already organised flowers and a gift basket which had arrived not much longer after the text had been sent. Kendall hadn’t wanted to bombard you, which was something that Rava had highlighted, you and Stewy both knew that was a sentiment that came more from Rava and the truth was that Kendall rarely made the time of day for his own children, so he wouldn’t do that for your own child.

You weren’t too bothered by that, you didn’t imagine much could bother you when there was so much joy because of your little family. It was thoughtful of Rava and at least thoughtful in words from Kendall, you knew that Kendall loved you in his own unique way. He just had difficulty functioning outside of being the perfect cog in his father’s machine.

You were yet to hear anything from Shiv yet, but again, that didn’t completely surprise you.

“Hey honey, Marcia just texted that they’re coming.” Stewy says breaking you out of your thoughts. You nod and place a kiss to his temple and he yawns as he sits back up, placing his phone back into his pocket as he rubs his face tiredly. You snuggle up into his side, trying to get comfortable as you watch Jonathan sleep in the hospital cot. You still feel tired even after your nap but you can’t help but smile when looking at that small human.

Stewy kisses the top of your head and then gets up to gently pick Jonathan up from the cot. Stewy’s often gentle with you but it’s so different seeing him that way with a tiny human, the tiny human that’s yours and his. Stewy supports his small body and smiles while looking down at Jonathan, his smile grows as Jonathan still seems at peace while in his father’s literal supportive arms.

You smile warmly at the sight, feeling warm and cosy inside. You’re in such awe with Jonathan that you don’t even feel anxious about your father coming because frankly there isn’t anything he could say or do to take away from the perfect bundle of joy snuggled into your husbands arms.

After about half an hour your father walks in with Marcia by his side as usual, you give them both a small smile as your gaze briefly flickers away from Jonathan in Stewy’s arms. Marcia comes over and quickly asks how you are, giving you a kiss on the cheek and warmly squeezing your hand.

“So?” Your father quickly asks looking at the infant and Marcia gives him a pointed look.

“This is Jonathan Hosseini.” Stewy says softly, as he rocks Jonathan gently not looking at either Marcia or Logan. Marcia smiles at that slightly.

“Can I hold him?” Logan asks quickly. You feel Stewy tense a little at that, such a contrast to the ridiculously relaxed in stressful situations type of person that Stewy normally is. You look up at your father, his expression appears genuine but it takes you aback. You didn’t recall your father actually making an appearance like this to the hospital at Iverson’s birth let alone having an interest in either of his grandchildren from Kendall.

“Do you want to sit down to do that? You can better support him that way.” You say rather meekly, he rolls his eyes a little at that but complies. Sitting down and Stewy carefully places Jonathan in his arms, staying nearby and Marcia smiles at the scene.

“He looks a lot like like Stewy.” Logan says while holding the small boy.

He had his father’s eyes, hair, face shape and nose. The shape of his mouth was the same as yours though, something Stewy had immediately pointed out not long into Jonathan’s existence. It was really the only physical feature of yours that you could see in your son, it genuinely amazed you how Jonathan was barely out of the womb but was already a spitting image of his father.

“Yeah, we were kind of hoping for that.” You say quietly while looking at your precious bundle of joy. Your father looks up at you with confusion etched onto his face as he looks at you waiting for clarification on why you’d want something he finds to be so dreadful. You clear your throat and continue, trying to suppress a small laugh at the mild disgust on his face.“Roman had been telling people it was his.”

Your father sighs at that, visibly unimpressed and the mild disgust turns to a glimpse of disappointed horror. It almost hurts to see him looking like that while holding your newborn son but you know that it’s aimed at your non-present brother and not at you.

“He needs help…” Logan says as he looks down at Jonatah. “Jonathan has your mouth though Porce.” He says and that seems to bring a small smile to his face. “Well he’s blood so that’s good.” You don’t say anything to that, you’re not sure how to respond but it certainly throws you off and Stewy senses that.

It’s not long before Marcia has a turn holding Jonathan, you feel more comfortable with him in her arms than your fathers. But your father has his gaze locked on Jonathan the whole time and an interest in him that he never seemed to have in you or your siblings which surprises and unnerves you a little.

You’re not sure how long as time moves so bizarrely in hospital but after at least a few more minutes of this, Marcia places Jonathan into your arms, they decide it’s now best to leave as Jonathan is in need of a feeding.

“You did good, Porce.” Your father says somewhat softly, maybe the softest you’ve ever heard him speak as he comes over to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Thanks dad.” You speak the words hesitantly, unsure of the hidden meaning behind the odd praise from your father.

“Thank you Porce.” He says and again, the not so hidden meaning in those words unnerves you a bit.

You watch him as him and Marcia leave. Then your attention swiftly turns back to your sweet little boy.

“He’s so precious.” You say to Stewy as you hold him. Stewy laughs a little and nods, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

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