#mr abdominals

[poursomesunaonme]

suna’s shitheadness is on the brain 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#i hate him <333 #mr abdominals #🌼bean brain #literally wakes up and chooses violence #how do i annoy beanie today ?

[ricisidro]

Rest in peace 🙏 RIP actor-comedian Manuel "Jun" Salazar Urbano Jr., popularly known as "Mr. Shooli" of the late 80s TV show called "Mongolian Barbecue." He died due to ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm at age 84, his family confirmed.

Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm: Symptoms, Causes, Risk Factors, Complications, and Prevention

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[writing-for-marvel]

Day 10: Exhibitionism

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: Your new husband just can’t keep his hands off you, even out in public.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, tagging dub con to be safe as there is alcohol involved, but everything is consensual, public sex, thigh riding, slight daddy kink

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: this one was fun to write! Dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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You’ve lost yourself in the music.

The bass rhythmically reverberates throughout the club, your body moves fluently through the sea of other hot bodies and notably, you can feel more than just Bucky's pairs of eyes on you.

Alcohol flows through your veins and makes the edges of your mind blurry, but when someone saddles up behind your dancing form, you instantly know for certain the person's presence behind you isn't that of your husbands.

Bucky wouldn’t stand so far from you - he’d have his hands securely on your hips, pressing your ass back into his pelvis and you’d feel his dick harden as you grind back into him, whispering in your ear how much you turn him on. Bucky isn’t shy when it comes to his attraction for you, yet it seems this person is.

As if on cue, you distinctly hear Bucky’s voice growl even though the loud music surrounds you from all directions.

“You touch her, you die.” You almost giggle in your tipsy state, loving how fiercely protective your husband is of you. You’ll forever be safe on his watch.

You turn around while still swaying to the music when the man scoffs, seemingly less than convinced purely by the words Bucky had chosen, but as soon as he swivels to face all 6’4 of severe mafia boss James Barnes, clearly defined muscles bulging in his white button down shirt and sleeves rolled up revealing the crime family insignia tattooed on the inside of his forearm, his face pales like he’s seen a ghost and he takes several steps back from you.

The man looks deathly scared and splutters out an inaudible apology underneath the pounding music as he looks between you and Bucky.

Bucky’s features are chiselled in forbidding seriousness, as if he truly does want to kill the man for daring to approach you while dancing. You know he’s more than capable of it too, but you’re also positive he would never break his promise of no work nor violence while on your honeymoon.

Your hand finds his cheek and directs his harsh gaze down to your face, his eyes softening and lips curving into a smile instantly when you come into view. All Bucky needs to do is snap his fingers and two bouncers come and practically carry the man from the club he owns. That’s him getting off lightly.

Soon enough you’re caught up in the music again, having completely forgotten about the man who approached you. Your arms are slung around Bucky’s neck and his hands follow the sway of your hips to the beat as you look up at him through your lashes.

“You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind if you keep looking at me like that, darling.” Your husband says this, but if he really wanted you to stop looking at him he really should stop dressing in shirts that leave little to the imagination and having such pouty lips that are so incredibly kissable.

“You just look so sexy tonight, being all protective of your wife, Mr Barnes.” Your hands smooth down the tight fitting shirt, feeling his hardened pecs and every firm, sculpted abdominal muscle under the pads of your fingers.

“Well you’re mine, all mine.” His kiss is possessive and ardent. The way his large hands cup your face as he swipes his tongue into your mouth makes you moan and when bites your bottom lip as he pulls away from the kiss, you become putty in his hands. “And we’re going to show everyone else here exactly who you belong to so no one else gets any ideas.” His hand, which grasps yours as he strides to one of the leather couches at the back of the VIP room, glints with his wedding band.

It always makes you smile to see the physical symbol of his love for you on his person - an unbroken circle of his eternal love for you, a reminder of the devotion he pledged in his vows.

Bucky guides you onto his lap with a firm hand on your hip and a look of enamoured lust consuming his blown out pupils. You’re already soaking wet, just by the way he gazes at you, but the knowledge that everyone else in the club can observe him claiming you as his own adds to the arousal flooding out of you.

The way his fingers lightly trail down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, the way he places delicate kisses to the underside of your jaw, moving down the side of your throat where your pulse beats rapidly just for him, and over the exposed skin of your breast makes it feel like your souls are irreparably intertwined.

When Bucky pulls back, looking at you with desire blown pupils, like you’re not only the sexiest woman in this club, but the sexiest woman he’s ever laid eyes on, you forget all about the pounding music and anyone else in the club - your world consists of just yourself and Bucky.

The hand which is not currently holding his glass of whiskey finds your hip, guiding you in fluid motions back and forth over his clothed thigh, the material providing a sweet friction against your bare pussy.

“Get all wet and messy for me, darling.” He doesn’t need to tell you, because you’re already there, but all you want is to satisfy his every command, so you nod your head and continue to move your hips in the way he’s shown you how, the way he knows will bring you the most pleasure.

Bucky flexes his thigh as you continue to rock your hips against him. You can feel the warm high surging within you right from the bottoms of your feet, through the base of your spine, and up your neck where you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself on daddy’s thigh, make yourself cum in front of all these people. Show them who you belong to.” It’s like you’re under his spell, there’s a part of your brain which is aware everyone in the VIP section of the club can see the lewd display you’re providing for them, perhaps some are even taking enjoyment out of watching it, but Bucky’s words overrule any other thought and all you want is to indulge him by giving into the building pleasure in your core as you grind against his leg.

The thumping music somewhat disguises the growling moan which rips through your throat as you cum. It feels like molten lava is flowing through your veins as the coil in your stomach snaps. Bucky’s protective hand remains securely on your hip, ensuring you ride out the waves of your pleasure until your growls become whimpers, begging to alleviate the burning pleasure flooding your body.

Bucky’s expensive pants have a distinct wet patch coating them when you step off his thigh, although he looks rather proud to be donning that accessory rather than embarrassed.

“That’s my good girl.” Bucky coos, swiping his thumb affectionately over the apple of your cheek and placing a gentle kiss to your parted lips. “Let’s go back to the villa. For this next part, the only eyes I want on you are mine.”

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[delirious-donna]

Soft [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on some thoughts I had after seeing this beautiful art of Mr Hatake looking a little more soft in physique.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: self ship coded, established relationship with mentions of marriage and a child, rokudaime Kakashi au, fluff, flirting, suggestive at best, body positivity, reader is assumed to be curvy

Kakashi is a strong man. He always has been and probably always will, if he has any say in the matter. However, gone are the days when the defined ridges of his abdominals could cut glass.

The dips of his Adonis belt are less pronounced, and his biceps are still large but not carved from marble as they were even five years ago. A lot had changed but that’s life, and in the end, contentment brought him here.

Gone were the days when he could work out for hours in the early morning, greeting the new day covered in sweat on his way to a much-needed shower before the working day began. Now he had responsibilities to tend to and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A wife to rouse from slumber, a hard task at the best of times, and a son to watch like a hawk as he propels through the house like a mini tornado with an eye for destruction. There were breakfasts to be made, lunches to be prepped, hair to be wrestled into some semblance of neatness and kisses to be shared. Wet kisses pressed messily to his cheek from his son as he heads out for work. Lingering kisses with his beloved that make him stay a few seconds longer just to taste you thoroughly.

Your love never wavered for the silver-haired shinobi, and even now as darker grey peppers throughout the messy strands, you still found them as enticing to run your fingers through as you always had. Age was especially kind to Kakashi, the lines around his eyes were from laughter and not stress and the weight of his responsibilities no longer dragged down his shoulders and slumped his spine.

It was amazing how easy it was to deal with the daily grind that accompanied his role when he knew he would return to the love and warmth that was his home. Everything was easier when love was in the mix, who knew?

So yes, he wasn’t as trim anymore. There was a slight pudge to his stomach and you could grab a good portion of his sides in the midst of being railed into the mattress, but fuck, was it sexy.

The silver hairs that formed his happy trail now extended higher towards his belly button and his butt hugged his sweatpants a little tighter and fuller than before. You had never shied away from the attraction you felt for him, but now it made Kakashi chuckle when you eyed him like some tasty treat to be devoured whole.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

“Damn right, I do. When did you start getting even more handsome? Should be criminal this late in life.”

He huffed a laugh, eyes narrowing at your teasing words and the insinuation that he was getting on in years. He was still in the prime of his life, far from past it and he’d remind you of that.

“Well…” he murmured against the shell of your ear. “You know how fond I am of your softness.” Kakashi trailed his calloused fingertips over the gentle swell of your stomach, stopping to massage your hips and waist. “Thought you’d like to snuggle with someone a little less unyielding.”

How quickly your hands wandered across the expanse of his strong abdomen, a fingertip tracing the muscles. A familiar melody forced his eyelids to droop low, the hum in your throat as enchanting as the very first time he heard it.

You took your time in exploring a body you were intimately familiar with, pawing at him like the needy feline you always were until two strong arms banded around your waist.

“I might be a little more soft, but I’m still the man you fell for and I can still carry you to the bedroom with ease.”

Your chin dipped in agreement, gaze lifting to meet the desire swirling in his charcoal eyes. “Your heart has always been soft, Kakashi, whether you knew it or not. Your body simply matches it now and I’ll love you no matter what shape you take.”

#delirious writes #kakashi x reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake

[twelvemartha]

SCRIPT TO SCREEN: 3.01 “Smith and Jones” (writ. Russell T Davies) ➞ Martha listens to the Doctor's heartbeats

MR STOKER: John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains – Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me.

#doctorwhoedit #rtdedit #dwedit #dwgifs #marthajonesedit #tenedit #david tennant #freema agyeman #tenmartha #ten x martha #ten #martha jones #* #*gifs #dws2s

[sashi-ya]

THERAPY 🍯˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

🧸 byakuya kuchiki x masseuse! f! reader 🐝 tw: +18 mdni. masturbation. rough sex. domination. 🍯 wc: 821

The curve of his back, the slight bump of his buttocks against your thighs. Hands sliding to the front, index fingers following the V carved in between his abdominal muscles until down, down sinful territories.

“ngh…”

He squirms just a little, so sensitive to your touch… to the biting on his nape, to your hard nipples grazing against his back.

A skin so feverish; you are hot, captain… are you running a fever, captain?

“no… ugh…”

Soft hands, drenched in oil, surrounds the base of his shaft. Thumb going up and down until the tip. Oh, the oozing transparency of pleasure, dripping on the floor.

“are you so very needy, captain? Are your muscles still sore?”

He can’t say much; he doesn’t need to, anyway. Byakuya Kuchiki has been visiting this special therapist for some time now. Every time, every afternoon, his back pain is gone by your magical hands. He comes back home so… relaxed, because those hands of yours do wonders.

“I am… good, I-“ he looses his mind when you pump up and down, and your wrists twists just enough to add that special spice. Byakuya’s legs shake, inner thighs twitch, spasm.

“Oh yeah? Are you, Mr. Kuchiki?” a sweet whispering, playful and naughty, leaves your juicy lips. Lips that are avid to be kissed, to be bitten, to be almost ripped by his. “Relax, Captain… relax more and more. You need to let it go all of your stress, cap”

Your words give him chills, his lower belly shows signs of tensing, and his shaft gets hard, harder… like a rock. He is about to break; he needs to relieve the tension building inside of him.

Wet sounds come from your palm and his sex. Sex that’s imbued in pleasure elixir of lust and aphrodisiac oils dripping down his inner thighs. The scent of cinnamon and honey mixed with manly sweat fills a warm candle illuminated private room.

You shiver to such depiction of masculine fragility; the dichotomy of pure primitive desire versus the class, the delicacy of a cherry blossom man.

“I’m com- coming…” he whimpers, contorting around your grip, around the pinching of his right nipple while you give him pleasure too.

His pointy nose lets a drop of sweat detach and fall to the ground. His everlasting frown, erased by pleasure grimace. His long, silky hair becoming a mess as you nuzzle right into his nape.

“Come, then… captain. Work for it. This is why you came here, right?”

Is not a surprise that such freak control enjoys from time to time to lend control to someone else. To give you total power over his body, as you push his intelligence down until his brain becomes a mush of nothingness but mere need.

Byakuya’s hips move on their own, giving thrusts to the air, fucking almost your hand. Oh, poor man… why would you stop jerking him off right when he is about to come? Edging him so badly… to punish him, perhaps even, of a neglected so needed eruption?

“Keep- please… don’t… stop” he begs, pleading so stupidly for more.

Your devilishly, mocking laughter makes him as mad as humiliatingly harder. Byakuya feels like he is going to burst, coming, squirting and who knows of what more his body is able to react to such torture.

“Mr. Kuchiki, you are just like a teenager…” “You went to far…”

You pushed too far your own limits, honey… and now you are the one being pinned against a massage table.

Your legs become spread with brutally snatching, and your hair painfully pulled by hands of blooming flowers.

“You made me this way, (Name). You wanted me to do this, didn’t you?” he grunts, pumping his slippery sex that’s painfully swollen with desperation.

You are speechless; yet, he is right. Of course you wanted this, violated by a man turned into a beast. Someone who neglected his heart to took over because he denied his own humanity… now is allowing to an even deeper part of himself to reign. There is nothing more deliciously desirable than a man ruled by animal hunger.

The deepest instincts of Kuchiki Byakuya. The deepest thrust into you, in between swollen labia, covering it all with dripping honeys.

Your arching back, forced to stay in place, with breasts squeezed against a hard surface. Aching buttocks from the slam of his legs as he fucks you so hard you can barely think…

But it’s not enough, of course it isn’t.

His right hand, sliding from behind to your belly as you did, lifts you up. Completely curved, your back and body tries to take it all. With feet hanging barely above the ground, with pressure trying to scape in between his sex taking over everything inside of you… of his seed flooding it all.

“Now, my stress is completely gone (Name)… thank you for your service”“Kuchiki-sama… nghh… I’m glad you enjoyed today’s session”

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[no-eyes-yet-but-vibing]

I MAY HAVE FIGURED OUT THE INGREDIENTS FOR THE FORMULA/SERUM/WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT FROM THE STRANGE CASE OF DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE!!!

- Phosphorus, white phosphate appears as a salt like substance/white or yellow waxy solid, when it reacts with oxygen it becomes green, when ingested it causes warmth/burning pains in the throat, feelings of intense thirst and abdominal pain. Could also cause hallucinations and personality changes.

- Magnesium, an overdose can potentially make hallucinations worse if you are already having them.

- Antimony, purely for the reason that in alchemy, antimony represents the "animalistic parts of human nature"

- Mercury, general intake causes, among other things, problems with memory, emotional changes, mental health issues, headaches and difficulty sleeping

- Salt, not that toxic unless there's mass amounts of it in your system at once, purely here so the formula tastes nicer.

This may be a fuck ton of bullshit btw so don't take this to heart!

#henry jekyll #the glass scientists #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #tgs hyde #tgs jekyll #edward hyde #science bullshit #i would drink it tbh

[thewales]

The Telegraph:

Rishi Sunak was on a visit to the East Midlands on Friday morning when he was informed about the impending statement on the Princess of Wales’s health, meaning that the shock that would ripple across the country descended on the Prime Minister hours earlier.

The moment put in train a meticulously planned sequence of events overseen by Ian Patrick, the Prince of Wales’s private secretary, to break the news to the nation that the Princess was undergoing treatment for cancer.

Mr Sunak was briefed after details of the Princess’s statement were conveyed to Elizabeth Perelman, his trusted principal private secretary – Mr Patrick’s opposite number in Downing Street. As is convention, the Cabinet Office went on to inform Sir Keir Starmer about the Princess’s video message that would be broadcast at 6pm that day.

The advance notice gave both men’s teams the opportunity to prepare their own statements expressing warm support for the Princess and her young family.

Such was the anger in Whitehall over wild and ghoulish claims about the Princess’s health and whereabouts that the Prime Minister had previously considered a public intervention to demand that the couple be left alone to deal with what was, by any account, a private medical matter.

That urge was at its strongest when it was reported on Tuesday that the hospital where the Princess underwent abdominal surgery in January was investigating claims staff tried to access her medical notes. But he was loath to risk adding fuel to the fire being created by online arsonists.

“The PM felt very strongly that Princess Catherine was entitled to absolute privacy on a personal health matter, and had been appalled by the wild speculation,” said a source close to Mr Sunak.

“He had been reluctant to intervene before to try and afford the royals some privacy as saying anything risked further fuelling the trolls.”

A hint of Mr Sunak’s concern did, however, emerge in a briefing with political journalists on Wednesday, when his press secretary said: “As a general point, everyone in public life has a right to privacy when it comes to their private health records. Obviously we don’t comment on royal matters but that point stands.”

Unbeknown to Mr Sunak, at this point the wheels were already in motion for the Princess to put an end to such speculation herself. On the same day a production crew from BBC Studios, the commercial arm of the corporation, was on location at Windsor to film the two-minute clip in which the Princess set out the “huge shock” that the diagnosis had caused, as well as her insistence that “I am going to be OK”.

She was said to have wanted to deliver a video message in order to make the announcement as personal as possible.

#brf #the prince of wales #the princess of wales #prince william #duchess of cambridge #rishi sunak

[paleprincessturtle]

The Sorrow of Tomorrow Part 2

Part 1 here

She momentarily opened her eyes. Her whole body felt like a wreck. There wasn't one inch of her body that didn't hurt. She blinked, and she looked to her right. Harvey wasn't looking down at her, but his hand was holding hers in a vice grip. She tried to open her mouth, to say something to soothe a visibly upset Harvey. But she couldn't. She heard something about a nurse telling Harvey not to wait outside. She heard Harvey beg to come with her. Harvey's voice was hoarse. Not long after, she felt Harvey's hand loosen on hers. She couldn't hear or feel anything anymore afterward. She succumbed to the darkness once again.

Harvey was waiting in an uncomfortable chair. Head in his hand. He was sobbing. His shoulders heaved as tears now refused to shed. A warm hand touched his shoulder, then sat beside him. He lost track of time. Has it been one hour, two, or five? He refused to look at his wrist. He thought that if he knew how long it had passed and it got more than the nurse said the surgery would be, something terribly wrong must have occurred. So he chose to just look down and bury his head in his hands. Everyone was there in the waiting room. Donna, Jessica, Mike, Rachel, and even Louis looked like he was about to break down himself. She and Louis really shared a lot of things, against all odds. It was now too long for an operation to be, wasn't it? Harvey thought. It shouldn't be this long. He was tired.

He heard the OR doors open. Harvey snapped his head up so fast and stood way faster that he thought he'd collapsed. A visibly tired-looking doctor emerged from the room. Before the doctor had a chance to mutter any words, Harvey was already in front of him. Followed by the others. "How is she?" Harvey said his voice was just above a raspy whisper. "She is fine," the doctor said, as Harvey felt like his knees were about to give up. Thankfully, Mike was right beside him, supporting his weight. "The knife didn't cause any serious damage to her abdominal organs. Alas, we had to remove a small part of her intestine due to the injury. But there is nothing to be worried about. The operation went well, and she's recovering." After the doctor informed them that they could see her in the next 2 hours and excused himself, Jessica came to Harvey as Harvey cried in her arms.

She was in and out of consciousness. What she knew was that she was now in a hospital room. Her body still felt like it was hit by a train. She saw Harvey sitting beside her hospital bed, sleeping. She tried so hard to remember the last piece of clothing Harvey wore because it seemed to her that he was in the same clothing. She moved her fingers. Damn. Everything hurt. She tried again, and she successfully caressed Harvey's hair with her frail fingers. Harvey's eyes snapped open. His eyes finally met the eyes of the woman he loved more than life itself. "Oh God," Harvey whispered. She smiled. Harvey promised himself he wouldn't shed another tear when she woke up. But upon seeing her smile—the smile he hadn't seen in way too many torturous hours—he broke down. He took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips. Kissing it as if it were his lifeline. "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again." His voice trailed off. "I thought you'd die." Harvey's voice cracked. She couldn't say anything yet; she felt like there were spikes in her throat. She moved her hand, now wiping away the tears on Harvey's cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you like I said I always would." Harvey shook his head, remembering just the freshly happened accident. The pale look on her face, the cold feel on her skin.. Harvey stopped himself from thinking about it all over again. She shook her head weakly. Hesitantly, Harvey leaned closer to her. I kissed her lips softly—oh, so softly. "I love you. I love you so much," he said between kisses. "I'll call the nurse," Harvey said as he jolted out of the room.

"So, how are we feeling, Mrs. Specter?" Doctor Gilmour entered her room as Harvey stopped making jokes about the vending machine down the corridor. She looked at the doctor, confused. Then to Harvey and he just smirked at her. "If you are feeling better, I will discharge you first thing tomorrow morning. Your chart shows good improvement." She almost jumped in bed upon hearing the good news. "I'm feeling better, much better." But it was Harvey who didn't look too happy. "Are you sure she's okay to be discharged? We could definitely stay another few days. Just to make sure." The doctor smiled knowingly at Harvey. "She's showing good progress. In fact, I feel like going home will do her good," the doctor turned at her, "won't it?" She nodded eagerly at the doctor's question. After the doctor excused himself, Harvey sighed. "You don't seem happy that we'll go home," Harvey shook his head. "I'm just thinking about how much rom-com I will have to watch with you for the sake of your recovery once we're home." Harvey faked a forlorn look. "We all know you're a sucker for Richard Gere," she smirked as Harvey laughed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harvey asked, he sounded almost mad at her. "Umm, taking cold water because I'm parched." She dramatically caressed her throat. "I've told you to stay in bed; if you need anything, ask me. I left you for 5 seconds, and you're already on your feet." Harvey scolded her. He took the water bottle and carried her in his arms. He situated her in their shared bed. Harvey opened the water bottle and handed it to her. She took a big gulp as he watched her. Harvey sat beside her. "I'm meant to take care of it. You're not as much as lifting a finger; you understand me?" Harvey looked at her, face full of seriousness. She smiled goofily at him. "What?" Harvey asked. "You're cute when you're all protective like this," she giggled, stopping herself when she felt pain in her abdomen from the movement. "See?" Harvey hurriedly helped her lay down. He laid beside her, and for some time they just laid down together in silence. "When you are fully healed, I'll tell Jessica I'll be taking 2 weeks off. I want to show you the world." She looked at him in disbelief. "Harvey, you've been working from home for almost a week. You can't take another 2 weeks totally off." She was ready to fight him. He shushed her with a peck on her lips. "You.. Us.. It's more important than work. I felt like I took everything in life for granted. When I thought I'd lose you, I felt like I was about to die myself." She smiled at how Harvey finally talked about his feelings openly. "We'll travel around Europe, just as you always talked about. I'll make your dreams come true." Harvey said against her lips. "You are my dreams come true, Harvey."

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

With the anon’s comment about no one wanting Charles’ medical information, I feel like a lot of the time when things happen in the Royal world anons and bloggers end up going into this in-depth analysis on things when really there’s not as much to it as they’re making it out to be. The theories discussed were about no one caring about Prince Philip’s details or Charles’ but obviously someone was tempted to see if they could find out what was going on with Kate simply because of the public interest and hysteria that’s going on. People have been made curious by the media hype. Plus, Charles made his condition public in the first place. Also, we could look at what happened with the Queen and there was little interest around her specific condition but that’s because the palace firmly went with the story all along (or implied) that it was just old age. Also the fact the Queen and Prince Philip were old so it was expected to see them deteriorating.

But why is there so much more public interest and hysteria about Kate in the first place, when Charles, Philip, and The Queen have gone through very similar things?

All Kate/KP did was make the same statement that they've all made: "The royal is in hospital X for surgery on {body part}. She will be in the hospital for X days. She is doing well."

The statement for the Queen's knee surgery:

The Queen this morning underwent a minor operation at the King Edward VII Hospital in London to remove a torn cartilage in her right knee. The 45-minute operation, which was performed by The Queen's orthopaedic surgeon Mr Roger Vickers, went very well and Her Majesty is expected to leave hospital tomorrow morning. Mr Vickers was assisted by Mr Adrian Fairbank. The anaesthetist was Dr Robert Linton and The Queen's physician, Dr Richard Thompson, was in attendance. The Queen is expected to be fully active again within a few weeks. Her Majesty will rest at Sandringham over the next two weeks and will then resume a limited programme of engagements until she has made a full recovery.

The statement for Philip's hip replacement:

"The Duke of Edinburgh has undergone a successful hip replacement operation. He is progressing satisfactorily at this early stage. His Royal Highness is likely to remain in hospital for several days. He is comfortable and in good spirits.”

The statement for Philip's abdomen surgery:

"His Royal Highness the duke of Edinburgh has been admitted to the London Clinic for an exploratory operation following abdominal investigations. He is expected to stay in hospital for up to two weeks. Further updates will be issued when appropriate. He is in very good health."

The statement for Margaret's lung surgery:

″Princess Margaret underwent an operation at the Brompton Hospital yesterday for the removal of a small area of her left lung which proved to be innocent. Her condition is satisfactory and it’s expected that she will leave hospital within the week.″

The statement for Sophie's emergency operation:

"Her Royal Highness the Countess of Wessex is currently recovering in the King Edward VII Hospital following an emergency operation. The Countess was taken to hospital by air ambulance after feeling unwell overnight. She is expected to stay in hospital for the next few days. The Earl of Wessex has been with the Countess following her operation. I cannot comment on the nature of the operation. Her condition is described as comfortable."

And yet, all this hysteria surrounding Kate. Why?

Misogyny.

It's nothing to do with Charles being more transparent about his condition. In fact, one would argue that Charles had to be more forthcoming because he's the head of state and there's an expectation of duty. Look at how much detail is in the statement about The Queen's knee operation compared to the rest. That's the same amount of detail provided in the first statement about Charles's health issue. He didn't need to provide further detail about the cancer diagnosis; the palace could've just deferred to the original statement that he had to postpone public engagements for recuperation since they never provided a timeline on what that recuperation was supposed to look like other than "short." But "short" can be subjective.

Edit: I fixed the {body party} typo. 🤦‍♀️

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[ladylooch]

can I request maybe some Nico fluff. maybe some comfort too 👉👈

A/N: Thank you for this 🥰

Nico fluff may be the best fluff. This is part of the What My World Spins Around AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: She's drunk, fluff, mentions of male genitalia, a lil handsy- above the clothes stuff.

The key hole of mine and Nico’s apartment swirls in my vision as I attempt to stab my key in. I blink, trying to steady the circle in my line of vision. The world keeps spinning and my eyes close again. I sway into the door and giggle. 

Drunk might be an understatement for me.

The Devils ladies all went out on the town to celebrate our Bachelorette, Drey. Fully decked out in penis attire, we tossed back shots of vodka, tequila, and something else pink and sugary that I can’t remember the name of. It was entirely too much fun and alcohol. I barely made it out of the Lyft without falling on my face.

I brace my hand against the door to push off. I look down at the penis swinging from the gaudy pink necklace around my neck. I giggle again, then attempt to shove the key back in. I gasp in excited surprise when it goes in. I flip the lock and stumble through the door. I wince, noticing my disturbance of our dark and silent apartment. It’s well after 2:00am and it’s good Nico is asleep. Tomorrow is another game day.

I carefully grope my way in the dark to the kitchen counter. I settle my purse there then reach down to unzip my black ankle bootie.

“Fuc-” The whole word doesn’t make it out of my mouth before I’m falling over onto the oak floor. I clasp my hand over my mouth as giggles assault me again. Tears pool in my eyes as I gasp for breath between my fingers. My abdominal muscles crunch with tension at trying to hold the noise in.

Nico’s chuckle from above me has my eyes flying open in surprise. I release my full laughter when I see him awake. 

“I fell over.” I tell him between breathy giggles.

“I see that.” He responds, smile stretching his cheeks wide.

“I think I need help.” I croak at him, holding my foot up towards his face. He secures it in his hands, holding the heel with one and sliding the zipper down with the other. He pulls the shoe off, tossing it to the floor behind him. He releases that foot, then motions for me to put the other up. I do so silently, watching the way he looks at me. While I’m drunk on alcohol, he’s drunk on love.

All night while we celebrated Drey, I couldn’t stop the yearning for my day. I could see myself dressed in white, a cheap crown on my head and big, pink heart sunglasses pressing to my face. When it’s my turn, I want it all. I want a large cut out of Nico’s face and my favorite kind of cookies and a silky, pink sash with Future Mrs. Hischier in gold, glittery letters.

“Do you like my necklace?” I ask Nico as he tosses the other boot away. I spin the large penis around my finger, flicking my tongue out at him. Nico laughs loudly, raising his eyebrows at my suggestiveness.

“You like dicks bigger than that.” He jokes. My head falls back to the floor as I laugh loudly. 

“I do!” I exclaim as he holds his hands out for me to get up. I grip them tight and he tugs me standing. “Oh no…” I sway to the right, but Nico steadies me. My nose scrunches up and I grip his biceps hard. “The room is… spinning.” I sputter, gritting my teeth against the nausea I feel. “Bleh.”

“Yeah, the beds probably going to as well.” He tells me. “Let’s get you some water. That should help.”

He helps me to the sink then shuffles between a few cabinets and the fridge. He returns with a cup that’s fizzing and swirling with ice cubes.

“W’as this?” I murmur, bringing it to my lips anyway and taking a glug. “Oooo it’s salty.”

“There’s a Nuun in there. I’m trying to get some electrolytes back into you.” 

“That’s gonna kill my buzz.” I say, extending the cup back to him.

“Drink, baby.” He says, using his no nonsense tone. I furrow my eyebrows together sarcastically with a pout.

“Oh, Captain Serious is here now.” Nico snorts laughter at me, leaning his butt against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah and he says no bed until that glass is gone.” 

I try my best, but can only get half of the glass down.

“My legs are tired.” I whine to him, trying to slide down to sit on the floor.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just go to bed.” He is laughing at me again, my pathetic nature making his sweetness accelerate. His hands wrap around my body, pulling me tight to him. His lips hover over mine as he takes my necklaces off along with the feathered boa I forgot I was wearing. As he sets them on the counter, I feel a tug of uncertainty.

“You’re gonna marry me right?” I whisper against his lips when he leans down to kiss me. I hang from his shoulders like a baby chimp. Nico pulls back so he can see my full face. His strong hands squeeze my back ribs assuringly then slide down to tuck in the back pockets of my jeans.

“Yes, baby. I’m going to marry you.” He presses our lips together again.

“Right now?”

“No sweets. I want you sober when I promise forever with you.” He chuckles. His hands glide to lift me by the backs of my thighs.

“That is soooo sweet.” I sigh to him, resting my cheek on his shoulder. His assurance has a happy bubble building in my chest. I burrow my nose into his neck, enjoying the way his stubble tickles my skin.

We get to bed and he begins to undress me. Soft kisses are placed all along my body. First on my shoulder, then on my chest, followed by my thighs and calves. My skin buzzes from the connection. I watch with burdensome lids as he replaces my bachelorette clothes with pajamas.

“Touch me.” I ask him, biting my lip as he slides his large t-shirt over my shoulders. His thumbs come up, circling my nipples twice before pulling the hem all the way down. He’s too much of a gentleman to take it any further. He pulls the comforter back on my side. I crawl my way slowly up, settling against my pillow to wait for him. 

When he slides into bed with me, I snuggle up close to his side, curling my knees up into a comfort cocoon with him. My hand wanders down to the tie on his pants, fiddling with it.

“Tomorrow, love.” He murmurs to me, lacing our fingers together and moving them to rest on his chest beside my head.

“I think you’re too good for me.” I whisper to him, eyes lazily blinking as sleep begin to call for me. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“Me either.” His eyes don’t even open as he speaks to me. He’s so sure, holding his forever. I grin, pressing my lips to his pec over his shirt. When I place my cheek on top of my kiss, his hand comes to stroke at my scalp. His fingers weave their way between my now sloppy curls, massaging me into a deep, drunken sleep.

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[ereardon]

My Girl [Chapter 18][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 7K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, pregnancy, childbirth, mention of vomit

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Three Years Later

“Mrs. Seresin?” 

You turned with a smile on your face. “Yes?” 

“Doctor will see you now.” 

You nodded and pushed yourself up out of the chair. At thirty seven weeks pregnant, that alone was a feat. “Come on peanut,” you said to Ellie. 

She looked up with a grin and closed her book. Ellie loved joining your ultrasound appointments, especially when, like today, Jake couldn’t make it. 

In the room, you laid down on the table and pulled your shirt up, bunching it under your bra. The doctor sat down on her beige rolling stool and gave Ellie a smile. “How you doing, Ellie?” he asked. “How’s school?” 

“Good!” she said cheerily, eyes trained on the screen. Dr. Mason grabbed the abdominal wand and pressed it against your basketball-sized bump. 

“Alright, let’s see here,” he murmured, scooting in closer. “Baby’s measuring great, around eight pounds. That’s a healthy little man in there,” he said and you smiled. Ellie stood up and came to stand next to the bed, her eyes zeroed in on the baby on the monitor. “How are you feeling? Any Braxton Hicks?” 

You shook your head. “Not really. Can’t sleep at all and my heartburn makes me want to burn buildings down but other than that I’m alright.” 

He laughed. “Heard that before.” 

“Do you think I’ll make it to my due date on the ninth?” you asked quietly. 

“Well,” Dr. Mason said, “babies tend to come when they want. But I don’t see anything that would make me concerned for an early delivery.” He pulled the wand off of your belly and wiped at the leftover gel with a tissue. “That said, take it easy. And if you have any sudden symptoms like increased heart rate while stationary, or if you feel light headed, I need you to call my office, OK?” 

Ellie’s hand came out and grabbed yours and you squeezed it reassuringly. “Don’t worry, peanut,” you said softly. “Your little brother and I are going to be just fine.” 

***

“Dr. Mason said everything is good,” you murmured, running your fingers along your expanded belly.

“That’s great to hear honey.” Jake’s voice was a little crackly on the phone.

“Any more info on when you’ll be home?” you asked. 

“Still nothing,” Jake said quietly, “but I’m hoping next week. Can you two hold on that long for me?”

The baby kicked and you rubbed the skin over that spot. “We’re doing our best.” 

“How’s Ellie?” he asked. 

“She’s good. Phoenix took her to a movie this afternoon and she and Bob made dinner together which was really sweet.” 

Jake sighed. “I miss her. And you.” He paused. “All three of you.” 

You smiled. “We miss you, too.” 

There was a beeping in the distance from Jake’s end. “Sweetheart, I gotta run. I love you, I'll try to call you when I can, OK?” 

“I love you too,” you whispered. “Be safe for me.” 

“Always am, honey. Goodnight.” And then the line clicked and he was gone. You sighed, leaning back against the bed, waiting a few moments to psych yourself up enough to get out of bed and go downstairs for a snack. 

In the kitchen, you started to pull out an assortment of foods from the fridge — pickles, leftover pasta, an orange — placing them all on the dark granite counter. As you went to close the fridge door, you jumped. “Shit!” 

Bob stood behind the door in a pair of pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt, his hair slightly askew. “Sorry!” he said, hands in the air. 

You let out a breath and leaned one hand against the counter. “It’s fine, just didn’t expect you.” 

“I heard a noise, wanted to check and make sure you were OK.” 

Jake had asked Bob to stay with you and Ellie while he was on his three-week deployment. He had put in a formal request to defer the mission, but it was declined and he reluctantly went, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the doorway the morning he left, with tears in his eyes. He was terrified to miss a single moment of your pregnancy. You had told him it was fine, you would be fine. But the truth was, you were terrified, too. You didn’t have to tell him that, however. He didn’t need that added stress. You had simply told him that you loved him, and you would see him soon. 

You smiled and opened the pickle jar, digging out a fork and stabbing one. 

“I’m fine,” you murmured. “But thanks for checking.” 

Bob nodded. He turned to leave, but you stopped him. 

“Bob?” 

“Yeah?” 

You stepped forward and pulled him into a hug the best you could with the belly. His hands wrapped around you carefully, like you were going to break. That’s how all of the daggers treated you, even Rooster. Hugging you while you were pregnant was like holding fine China. “Thank you,” you whispered against his shoulder. “For staying. For everything.” You pulled away and wiped at your eyes. “We couldn’t have done it without you.” 

Bob smiled. “It’s no problem, Natalie.” 

“Seriously,” you said, brushing away the hormonal tears. “Not sure how I got so lucky, but I did.”

“It’s what you do for family,” Bob said quietly and you almost broke down into tears again. 

But you stifled them back and gave him a grin. 

“Goodnight, Nat,” he said softly, turning toward the door. 

“Night, Bob.” 

You leaned over the kitchen counter, eating your midnight snacks. Once the pregnancy was confirmed, you and Jake had tearfully sold his old house, upgrading to a larger one with enough room for Ellie and the baby and a spare few bedrooms for when the daggers inevitably fell asleep on your couch. You missed the wrap-around porch and the memories from the old house, but Jake had slid his arms around your waist, rested his chin on your head as you watched the movers pack up the last boxes and murmured into your ear, “We’ll make new memories, baby. Any place I’m with you is home.” 

***

It started in the middle of the night. One minute you were asleep, the next you were sitting straight up in bed, a shooting pain rippling across your midsection. 

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, leaning over and grabbing your phone to check the time. 2:05 a.m. You leaned back against the pillows, waiting for another pain to strike. Fifteen minutes later, you felt the rippling pain again. 

Hauling yourself out of bed, you slid on a robe and eased the door open, wandering down the long hallway to the very last door and knocking gently before pushing it open. 

“Bob?” you whispered. 

The aviator jolted awake, sitting up and reaching for his glasses instantly. When he spotted you in the doorway, frazzled, he stood up immediately and crossed the room. “Natalie? What’s wrong?” 

You grimaced. “I think I’m having contractions.” 

“Shit,” he muttered, running a hand down his face. “Are you sure?” 

You nodded. “I’ve never done this before, but yeah, I think so.” 

“OK.” Bob jiggled his leg for a second. “I’m going to call the Admiral, see if he can get word to Jake’s squad and get him released. You go get your bags packed and wake up Ellie.” 

“We shouldn’t leave until they’re like five or six minutes apart,” you said. “That’s what the books tell you.” 

“Got it. In that case, you get your bag packed, leave it in your room, I’ll bring it downstairs. See if you can go relax and I’ll come check on you once I’m off the phone, will let you know what they say.” 

“Let’s let Ellie sleep,” you said softly. “We can wake her when it’s time to go.” 

Bob nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.” 

He turned to grab his phone and your voice stopped him. “Bob?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m scared.” 

Bob pulled you into a hug, his large hands warm on your back. “I know. You got this, mama.” 

The sun peeked its head over the horizon as you groaned, tossing your head back against the couch. Bob was frantically running around the house in his socked feet, trying desperately not to wake Ellie as he gathered your bags and loaded them into his truck, packing snacks in the kitchen, trying repeatedly to get in touch with Jake’s squadron. 

You bit back a moan as another contraction ripped through your side, eyes scrunched, when you felt the couch jiggle next to you. 

“Mama?” Ellie’s tiny voice pulled you out of your haze and you opened your eyes. 

Ellie sat in her red pajamas on the couch cushion, her feet tucked up beneath her, worry across her face. “Hey peanut,” you murmured. 

“Is the baby coming?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, he is.” 

Her mouth formed a little “O” shape. “What should I do?” 

You and Jake had talked extensively about what to do to prepare for the baby. He had been so excited, mapping different routes to the hospital depending on the time of day. Jake had his overnight hospital bag packed since your sixth month, just waiting near the door. He and Bradley had set up the nursery and had gone to the store to stock it with everything you might need: diapers, rash cream, a white noise machine. 

Meanwhile, you and Jake had initiated several conversations with Ellie about what it would be like to welcome a baby into the house. You had read book after book about how to add another sibling into a household, and what to do to make sure Ellie felt important despite all of the attention a newborn would undoubtedly take. 

What you hadn’t done was explain to her what was going to happen when you went into labor. 

You reached out a hand and brushed her hair back softly. 

“Have Uncle Bobby help you get a sleepover bag ready,” you said. “One change of clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, underwear. And then some stuff to occupy your time like some books or a game or your iPad.” Her eyes lit up. You and Jake only let Ellie have thirty minutes of iPad time a night in the living room after dinner. “Make sure you bring the charging cord, OK? It’s cold outside, so pack a jacket.” 

She nodded and stood up from the couch. As you leaned back against the cushions, Ellie paused in the doorway. “I’m excited,” she said and you gave her a tired smile. 

“Me too, El.” 

Ellie skipped off upstairs and you looked down at your phone. No new messages. You slid your thumb over the home page and pulled up Cassie’s contact. 

“Cass?” 

“Nat?” She yawned. “What is it? It’s like six in the morning.” 

“I’m in labor.” 

“You’re WHAT?” Cassie’s voice was so loud you had to pull the phone away from your ear with a grimace. 

“I’m in labor,” you repeated. “And Jake is still on his mission and we haven’t been able to get in touch with him.” 

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, her voice a lower, more normal register now. “Honey, we’ll be right there, OK. Brad! Brad! Get the fuck up, we gotta go home.” 

“Cass,” you whispered into the phone. You could hear Bradley in the background zipping up suitcases. They were in Santa Barbara for the weekend and you felt guilty they were rushing home, but you needed Cassie. You needed all of them.

You needed Jake. 

“I’m fucking terrified,” you admitted. 

“I know you are,” she said. “Cross your legs and keep that little boy in there. We’re leaving now, it’s a five hour drive. Bradley!” She shouted. “You’re gonna get us there in four, right baby?” 

You heard Bradley’s deep voice on the other end. “Anything for Nat and my little nephew in there.” 

You smiled. “I love you guys,” you said. 

“We love you, too,” Cassie replied. “Tell Bob to call me with updates, OK? We’ll see you soon, Smalls.” 

“Bye, Cass.” 

***

Three hours later, the contractions were officially five minutes apart and you called for Bob who helped you into the passenger seat of his truck, Ellie packed up in the back with the bags. 

Bob dropped the two of you off at the front door and swung around for a parking spot. The nurses settled you into a L&D room, and you sent up a silent prayer that it was a private room. 

“What did the doctors say?” Bob demanded as he stepped through the door, carrying Ellie’s pink duffle bag and your green Goyard tote stuffed with distraction material: books, a bluetooth speaker, a mini chess board, a cooling towel. 

You shook your head. “Haven’t seen anyone yet, they’re just getting me prepped.” 

The nurse managing your monitors smiled. “You must be Dad.” 

Ellie laughed from where she sat on the couch in the corner. You smiled while Bob flushed with embarrassment at the mix up. “No, this is my friend, Bob. My husband is on deployment, we’re trying to get in touch with his squadron.” 

The nurse touched your arm gently, looking at you with soft eyes. “Ok, dear, let’s get you hooked up.”

It didn’t matter how many books you had read or the number of birth classes you went to, nothing could prepare you for birth. Not the discomfort of the IV, or the sweeping nausea that caused you to grab the bucket that Bob held out and vomit until you felt weak. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sinking feeling that with every minute that passed you were more and more sure Jake wasn’t going to make it home to see his son being born. 

You had just shut your eyes, Bob and Ellie had gone down to the hospital cafeteria to get something to eat for lunch, when you heard a knock on the door. 

“Nat?” 

Your eyes flew open. Cassie stood in the doorway, eyes wide. “Cass.” 

She was on the bed next to you in an instant, her arms wrapped around your shoulders, and you felt salty warm tears rolling down your cheeks, landing at your lips. You didn’t even realize when you had started crying. 

Cassie pulled away and wiped at your face. “We made it.” 

You laughed. “You’re probably too early. Doctor said I’m only four centimeters dilated.” 

“How much is that?” Bradley grinned as he entered the doorway, carrying a vase of flowers. He leaned down and kissed your cheek and then proceeded to make a home for the flowers on the table next to the couch. 

You rolled your eyes. “The size of a walnut.” 

“Jesus, what kind of small ass head is this kid going to have?” Bradley teased and you laughed while Cassie threw him an annoyed look. 

“Brad!” 

“Cass!” he mocked and you laughed again. They were perfect together. 

“Uncle Rooster!” Ellie launched herself into Bradley’s arms and even though she was eight-years-old now and definitely not as light as she once was he caught her in midair perfectly, spinning her in a circle before pulling her in tightly and planting her back on the ground. 

“Hey honey,” he said softly. “How’s my favorite girl doing?” 

“We had pancakes for lunch!” 

You gave Bob a look and he simply shrugged. “Weird day, Nat. Can’t the kid have breakfast for lunch?” 

“Anything goes today I guess,” you sighed. 

“Have you heard from the squad?” Bradley asked. 

Bob shook his head. “Talked to Mav, but that’s it.” 

“Let’s try them again,” Bradley said, walking over to Bob and clapping his hand on the aviator’s shoulder. “We’ll be right back.” 

The two men exited the room and Ellie picked up her book, curling back up on the couch. Cassie dragged a chair next to the bed and plopped down. 

“Sorry to interrupt your weekend,” you said with a frown.

“Shut up,” Cassie said. “You know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

“Because hospital cafeteria food is so much better than the food at the Ritz.” 

She rolled her eyes. “How bad is it?” 

You shrugged. “Not pleasant, I’ll give you that. I already puked twice. Poor Bob had to hold the bucket for me.” 

Cassie grimaced. She hated vomit. “Thank God I got here when I did. Would have hated to see that.” 

You snuck a peek over at Ellie before turning your gaze back to Cassie. “What if he doesn’t make it, Cass?” You paused. “I don’t think I can do it alone.”

She grabbed your hand, the one that didn’t have the IV, and squeezed. “He’s gonna make it, babe. Jake would never miss this.” 

“What if they don’t get to him in time or he’s flying and doesn’t even get the call?” You were starting to panic. 

“Shh,” Cassie said, sitting up and brushing the hair off of your face. “Take a deep breath. If, by some horrible terrible worst last case scenario, Jake doesn’t get here, you won’t be alone. You have me and Ellie and Brad and Bob. And we fucking love you, Smalls.” She smiled down at you. “And we love that little bug in there, so just know you’re not alone, babe. You have a room full of people who love you. You can do this.”

“I needed that,” you sighed. “Thank you.” 

Bradley and Bob burst back into the room. 

“We have an update,” Bradley said. Your fingers locked onto Cassie’s. “We spoke to Admiral Simpson and they were able to get a call onto Jake’s ship. He knows you’re in labor and they’re making plans to lift him out as soon as possible.”

“Thank God,” you muttered. 

Another contraction started to build in your midsection and you groaned, leaning forward. Bob immediately reached for the bucket and Cassie’s eyes widened into saucers, pushing back in her chair. You grimaced, a small moan leaving your body, and once it was done you leaned back, waving away the empty bucket. 

“I’m fine,” you panted. 

Bradley stood in the door, frozen. 

You laughed a little at him. “Bradley, what did you expect?” 

He shook his head. “I don’t know, didn’t really think about it too carefully if I’m being honest.” 

“How about you and Cass take Elle home for a bit?” you asked. “It’s gonna be a while. Maybe watch some TV, take a nap, come back in a few hours? I’ll call you if anything changes.” 

They nodded and you turned to Bob. 

“Honey?” you said softly. “You should go, too.” 

He shook his head, glasses slipping down his nose slightly. “I’m not leaving you alone.” 

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I’m asking too much of you to be here the whole time.”

Bob looked exhausted. You could see it in the bags under his eyes, the frazzled way he kept running his fingers through his hair. But you also knew he wouldn’t leave you there by yourself.

Bradley clapped his hand on Bob’s shoulder. “How about this? Floyd, you go home with the ladies. Take a nap, take a shower, make some dinner. I will stay with Mrs. Seresin over here.” He winked at you. “How’s that sound?” 

Relief flooded your body. Cassie reached over and kissed Bradley and Bob acquiesced, grabbing his car keys from the side table. Ellie approached the bed and laid one hand on your belly. You reached over and stroked her hair. “Bye, sweetie, go have fun with Aunt Cassie and Uncle Bobby.” 

She nodded and followed Cassie out the door. Bob shot you one final look and you smiled at him reassuringly. 

Bradley settled into the chair that Cassie had pushed away a few minutes earlier. 

“Just you and me, Smalls,” he said. Bradley had adopted the nickname Cassie had for you. 

“You didn’t have to stay,” you murmured. 

“Jake would kick my ass if I left his girl alone giving birth,” Bradley said. His warm eyes locked on yours. “He’ll make it, Nat. I promise.” 

“He’ll never forgive himself if he doesn’t make it back in time,” you whispered. “I know him. It’ll tear him apart.” 

Bradley shook his head. “He’ll make it.” 

You nodded before another contraction started and your face scrunched up in pain, fingers tightly gripping the white hospital bed sheets. 

“What do I do?” he whispered, panicked. 

“Give me your hand,” you groaned and Bradley stood up, inching toward the bed and you reached out, taking his enormous hand into yours, bearing down until you heard him choke back a muffled yelp. 

When it was done, you let go, panting, and Bradley shook out his hand. “Fuck, you should enter arm wrestling contests, Smalls,” he chuckled. 

“Sorry.” Your voice wobbled and Bradley caught it immediately.

“Hey.” Bradley wrapped his arms around you from behind, his lips pressing a small kiss onto your temple. You started to cry, softly, as Bradley held you in his arms. “You’re doing so good, Nat. You’re a fucking superstar.” 

You sagged in Bradley’s arms. He was the best replacement for Jake that you could think of, but he wasn’t the real thing. Once your tears dried, Bradley pulled away and sat back down on the chair. 

“If he couldn’t be here for this part,” Bradley said softly. “I’m really glad I get to be.” 

Bradley leaned down and took your hand, pressing a kiss to the back and you giggled. “Don’t make me cry again, please.” 

He shook his head. “Never.” 

***

The sun was setting by the time Cassie, Ellie and Bob returned. You had progressed to seven centimeters. Bradley had quickly stepped into the partner role, rubbing your shoulders, whispering positive affirmations in your ear through the contractions. 

“How you doing, babe?” Cassie asked. 

“I’m fine,” Bradley replied and she shot him a look. “I meant Nat.” 

You and Bob laughed. Bradley grinned sheepishly. 

“I’m fine, guys,” you said. “Hey, El, how are you?” You patted the bed and she slid onto it next to you, one hand on the bump. You looked up. “Do you guys mind leaving us alone for a minute?” 

They nodded and left the room. You stroked Ellie’s hair softly. 

“Ellie,” you said quietly. She looked up at you. “I just want you to know that your daddy and I love you very much. I know it’s going to be a big transition to have a little brother, but nothing is going to change in terms of how much we love you. Does that make sense?” 

She nodded. “I know.” 

“We’re still going to do all of our own special things,” you whispered with a smile. “Getting our nails done and going to the beach to eat ice cream. That’s all you and me, kid.” 

Ellie’s hand flattened against your stomach. “What are you going to name him?”

You and Jake hadn’t been able to settle on a name. It had been a long debate over the last nine months. “What name do you like?” 

She thought about it for a minute. “I like Henry.” 

You paused and looked down at her. It was perfect. “I like Henry, too,” you said and Ellie beamed. “Let’s ask your dad when he gets here, OK? But if he’s OK with it, so am I.” 

“When’s daddy getting here?” 

You shook your head, arm tightening around her middle. “I don’t know, baby. I wish I knew.” 

“I hope he gets here soon.” 

“Me too,” you said. “Or else your Uncle Bobby is coming into the delivery room with me and that might scare him too much.” 

“Can I come in?” Ellie asked. 

“I don’t think you want that, honey,” you laughed. “Wait until you have a baby, if you want one. I think it’s something you only need to experience, not view.” 

She nodded. “OK.” 

Just then, another contraction hit and you winced. The monitor started to beep. Ellie quickly unfurled herself from the bed and stood up. 

“Should I get Aunt Cassie?” 

You nodded. “Yes, please, honey.” 

Ellie tossed open the door and ran out into the hall. You clutched your stomach and grimaced, a few tears sliding down your cheek. You hadn’t wanted to do this alone, without Jake. 

The day you found out you were pregnant, you simply sat on the bathroom floor and cried. 

It was such a different experience from the time you had taken the pregnancy test in law school. Back then, you had been terrified it would be positive. You knew Sam was wrong for you. You knew your life would be uprooted. You wanted more for your child than the life you were willing to give them at that age. 

This time, it was different. You had Jake and Ellie and a life. You and Jake had talked about having kids, but in a casual way. Despite Ellie’s pleas to Santa for a little brother, the two of you had taken a lax approach to adding to your family. 

That’s why the two pink lines were such a shock. 

You couldn’t even stand when Jake knocked on the bathroom door and found you crumpled on the ground, back against the white wood cabinets. 

“Nat?” He rushed to where you were, took in the dampness of your cheeks. “Honey, what is it? What’s wrong?” 

You looked up at him. “I’m pregnant.” 

Jake’s jaw dropped. In a second, he was crouched in front of you, pulling you into his arms. “Oh my God, Nat,” he whispered against your hair. 

He pulled back, his green eyes on yours. 

“Are you happy?” he whispered. 

“Of course!” you said and Jake let out a sigh of relief, pulling you against him once more. 

“We’re having a baby,” he murmured, one hand stroking your back. “I love you so much.” 

***

The contractions were getting stronger. Bob’s hands rubbed circles against your back as you leaned forward with a grunt. 

“Where is he?” you cried, leaning back with a sob, your eyes filled with tears. It had been five hours since Bradley had spoken with Admiral Simpson. You had expected Jake to be there by now. 

“He’s on his way, Nat,” Bob whispered softly, taking a wet washcloth and pressing it to your temple. “I’m sure of it.” 

“I need Jake,” you sobbed, eyes screwed shut. Bradley and Cassie had taken Ellie out on a walk. She didn’t need to see this part of the labor. “I can’t do this without him.” 

“You’re doing great,” Bob said softly in your ear but you heard the pain in his voice. What he was trying so desperately to hide: he was afraid Jake wouldn’t make it, too. 

“I can’t!” you wailed. “I can’t do it without him.” 

“Nat, you have to,” Bob insisted, squeezing your hand. You looked at him through the tears. “You have to do this, whether he gets here or not. You’re strong, you can do it.” 

You leaned back, the contraction finally ebbing, and shook your head softly against the pillow. “Bobby, I can’t.” 

He leaned forward, his blue eyes glued to yours when the door opened. You both looked up eagerly, only to see the doctor. 

“How we doing, Natalie?” she asked sweetly and you let out a rough chuckle. 

“Awful, thanks Doc.” 

She laughed. “I know, but we have to ask. Alright, let’s check how things are going.”

Bob stayed near your head as the doctor sat down near your feet and checked your cervix. “You're eight centimeters,” she said. “Doing really nicely, Natalie. It’s going to happen soon, now. Could be half an hour, could be two hours. I’ll come back to check on you in thirty minutes but the nurse will be in around fifteen minutes from now.” She stopped and patted your hand. “You’re doing great.” 

Once the nurse was out of the room, you leaned back and dissolved into tears. Bob held your hand in his, stroking it gently with his thumb. 

“Do you want me to get Cassie?” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “No. Please don’t leave me.” 

Bob squeezed your fingers. “I promise.” 

The door swung open again and you turned, expecting the nurse. 

A full sob left your lips as you locked eyes with Jake. 

Jake rushed to the bed, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head repeatedly like he was trying to convince himself you were real. “Baby, honey, I’m so sorry. Nat, I’m so sorry. I got here as fast as I could.” 

He pulled away, tears streaking down his face. Your fingers reached out to lace around his arm and you pulled him back closer, his lips locked on yours. 

“I love you,” he murmured, one hand reaching out to stroke your belly. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” 

“You’re here now,” you said, shaking your head. “That’s what matters.” 

Jake looked down at you, wiping his eyes. Then he looked across the bed at Bob. “Bob,” he said, walking around the edge of the bed and pulling the other man into a tight hug. You watched as Jake shook as he teared up in the embrace and when they pulled apart you thought you saw tears in Bob’s eyes as well. “Thank you, for everything,” he said softly. “It’s more than I should have ever asked.” 

Bob shook his head and looked at you. “You don’t have to thank me.” 

You sat up and Bob approached the bed. You pulled him into a hug the best that you could, your fingers soft against the back of his head. “Thank you, Bobby,” you whispered.

“Of course,” he said softly, squeezing your hand as he backed away from the bed. Jake gave him a pat on the back as he rounded the bed, headed out the door. “I’ll let Cass, Brad and Ellie know you’re here.” 

“Thanks, Bob,” Jake said softly. He returned back to his spot at your side, hands traveling all over your body: your hair, your arms, rubbing your back, one hand resting on your belly, gold wedding band catching and glinting with the overhead fluorescent light. Jake sighed. “Thank God I didn't miss it. It’s all a blur, baby. One second I was on the ship and then they called me in and said you were in labor and they were lifting me out and I blacked out. I just remember running to my cabin to pack my bag and then running through the hospital doors.” He looked down at his green flight suit. “I’m a little underdressed for the birth of our son.” 

You chuckled, just as another contraction started to rip through your abdomen. You hunched forward with a grunt, and Jake placed his hands on your shoulders, whispering to you. 

“You got this, honey. You’re so strong. Take a deep breath, baby.” 

A small tear slipped out of your eye as you leaned back against Jake. He was so solid. You could do this now. “It hurts, Jake,” you moaned. 

“I know it does, baby,” he said and you could see the pain in his eyes. How much it hurt him to watch you in agony. He rubbed your belly gently. “I’m so sorry.” 

You shook your head, the contraction dying down. “It’s OK, you’re here now.” 

The door swung open and a nurse sauntered in, eyes trained on Jake. “Oh,” she said. “You must be Dad, then.” 

You nodded. “This is my husband, Jake.” 

She gave him a long look and then smiled at you. “Now I see why you wanted him around. Although the guy who was in here earlier was cute, too.” 

You laughed through the pain. She lifted the sheet and peered between your legs before looking back up at you. 

“Alright, Natalie. Are you ready to have a baby?” 

You glanced at Jake. His eyes were glued on you. You smiled. “Let’s do it.” 

***

They didn’t call it the ring of fire for nothing. 

You had your legs pulled back, fingers tight beneath your knees. You dropped back against the pillows, sweating, and turned your head to the side to look at Jake. He wiped at your forehead with a towel and smiled. 

“You’re doing great, baby,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you.” 

You shook your head. “One, Jacob. We’re having ONE baby. This is it, sir.” 

The nurses and your OB laughed near your feet and Jake grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “One is plenty, sweetheart.” 

Another pain slammed into your side and you hunched forward with a yelp. 

“Alright, Natalie,” your doctor said, her head just barely visible past your belly. “It’s time to push. Dad, you’re going to want to see this. He’s crowning.” 

Jake let go of your thigh and moved down, his eyes wide. He looked up at you with a massive smile. “I see him!” 

“Great,” you gritted. “Can you tell him it’s fucking checkout time?” 

Jake laughed as you bore down with a scream, a truly guttural yell, and there was so much pressure you thought you were going to break in two until you saw Jake’s face light up. 

“That’s the head,” the doctor said. “Take a breath and then give me another push, Natalie. Ten seconds.” 

Jake scrambled back to his place near you, his hands on your leg, and you sobbed, shifting forward, giving it your all. “That’s my girl,” he whispered into your temple. “You got this, baby.” 

And then there was relief. And a cry. 

You looked down as the doctor held up a squirming baby. 

Your son. 

He opened his mouth wide in a shrill cry and you started to cry as the doctor lifted him into the air, placing him on your chest. You looked up at Jake as he cut the umbilical cord. 

“Henry,” you said softly and Jake looked at you with tears in his eyes. 

“Henry?” 

You nodded, stroking his tiny arm with your finger. “Ellie and I decided before you got here. Hope that’s OK.” 

Jake smiled. “It’s perfect.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to yours. “I love you.” 

You were so caught up with the tiny, wiggling, perfect baby in your arms that you forgot to respond for a moment. 

“Hi Henry,” Jake whispered softly. “Your mama and I are so happy to finally meet you.” 

You broke down in tears, cradling Henry to your chest, Jake’s arm wrapped around you, the three of you with your heads pressed together. When you pulled back, you reached out a finger and wiped at Henry’s cheek gently. “Hi honey,” you murmured. “It’s mama.” You looked up at Jake with a smile. “Thanks for waiting for everyone to get here to start the show, little man.” Jake chuckled softly next to you, one hand rubbing circles on your back, the other resting gently on Henry. 

“We love you so much, sweetheart,” you murmured to the now quiet baby on your chest. 

You closed your eyes for a split second. And when you opened them again, you watched the way Jake was gazing at his son. You wanted to memorize that look for the rest of your life. Keep it in the back of your mind forever. You’d never get enough of it. 

Jake smiled at you once he caught you staring. “You did so good, pumpkin,” he said, lips pressed to yours. “I’m so proud of my girl.” 

***

The doctor and nurses took Henry away to get him cleared up, and Jake helped you get changed and cleaned up. 

“I’m going to go get Ellie,” Jake said as you sat with Henry asleep in your arms.

A few minutes later, the door eased open and you looked up. Ellie’s hand was slotted into Jake’s, and he led her to the bed slowly. 

“Ellie, meet your brother Henry.” 

Her eyes flashed brightly and she looked at you. “Henry?” 

You nodded. “I think it fits, don’t you?” 

Ellie stepped closer to the bed. You nudged the baby in her direction. 

“You can touch him gently,” you said and she reached out a small hand, stroking his tiny one. Henry squirmed and Ellie pulled away. “It’s OK,” you said softly. “You’re doing great, honey.” 

She nodded and reached back out, slowly petting Henry’s head. “He’s so small,” she said quietly. 

You and Jake chuckled. “Yeah, he is,” Jake said. “You were this small once, too, peanut.” 

“What’s his middle name?” Ellie asked. 

You looked up at Jake. “Well, your dad and I hadn’t actually discussed it, but I like Jacob.” 

“Like daddy?” 

You nodded. “Exactly.” 

“I like it,” Ellie said, her eyes glued on Henry. She slid one finger over his hand and he grabbed it reflexively and she giggled. “He has my finger!” 

Jake put his hands on Ellie’s shoulders. “You ready to be a big sister, El?” 

She smiled up at him. “I love him already.” 

“Us too, baby,” Jake whispered, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. 

The three of you stared at Henry for a little while longer, Ellie’s tiny laugh filling the room as she shook hands with her baby brother. 

“OK, kid,” Jake said softly. “Let’s go get your aunt and uncles, OK? Let them meet their new nephew.” 

Ellie grinned and headed for the door. 

“Be right back, sweetheart.” 

And then it was just you and Henry, again. He looked like Jake, as much as a baby could look like anything. You knew he would grow up and charm everyone. You wanted him to grow up to be the kind of man his father was. To be the kind of person you had fallen so hard and fast for. 

You couldn’t wait to watch everything he would do and all that he would become. 

“Knock knock.” Cassie slid the door open slowly, her eyes wide. Bradley and Bob followed on her heels, along with Jake and Ellie, everyone filing into the room in a single line. Cassie wrapped one arm around your shoulder, leaning down and brushing a finger over Henry’s face. “Well, aren't you handsome?” 

“This is Henry Jacob Seresin,” you said with a smile. “Henry, meet your Auntie Cassie, your Uncle Bradley and Your Uncle Bobby.” 

They were all crowded around the bed. Looking up, your heart swelled as you watched these people who had become such an integral part of your life gaze down at the newborn in your arms. 

“Can I?” Cassie asked and you nodded, carefully transferring Henry into her arms. She cooed at him softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “He’s perfect,” she whispered. “You guys did good.” 

“It was all Nat,” Jake said. “She’s a superhero.” 

You leaned back against the pillows. “When it’s your turn, Cass, get the epidural. I don’t care what anyone says.” 

She laughed gently. “Never a doubt in my mind, sweetheart.” Across the edge of the bed, you caught Bradley with tears in his eyes. Cassie must have noticed it too, because her face morphed. “Brad, honey?” 

He sniffled and pushed the tears away. “You’re a natural.” 

Cassie grinned. “Do you want to hold him?” 

Bradley shook his head. “Later. I’m enjoying the view a little too much right now.” 

“Ew,” Ellie said and Jake laughed. 

To your left, you felt Bob’s hand come down on your shoulder, his fingers squeezing you briefly. “How are you?” he asked quietly. 

“I’m good,” you whispered. “Thank you, Robert.” You paused. “Do you want to hold your godson?” 

He looked down at you with surprise and then over to Jake who nodded. “Godson?” 

“If you’ll accept,” you said. 

Bob nodded feverishly. “Of course. Yes.” 

Jake chuckled, approaching Cassie and carefully lifting Henry out of her arms. You watched as Jake seamlessly crossed the room with his newborn son in his arms, smiling down at the baby, before gently laying him in Bob’s outstretched hands. Jake helped him cradle Henry’s head, the rest of his body resting carefully in his long, strong arms. 

Bob gazed down at Henry with a mystified look that you recognized all too well. It was the way you sometimes caught Jake looking at Ellie. It was unfiltered adoration. Genuine and absolute happiness. 

***

Bradley and Cassie had gone back to their house after you finally shooed them away, taking Bob with them. They promised to return first thing in the morning with breakfast. 

Jake had taught Ellie how to hold Henry as the two sat on the couch across the room. She treated him like a porcelain doll, and you thought you might never get tired of watching the way she gazed at him. Or the way Jake looked at the both of them. 

It was late, and you had barely slept for going on twenty-four hours. But somehow, the adrenaline coursing through your veins made you forget that fact. 

So when Jake and Ellie fell asleep on the couch, Ellie curled into her father’s chest, one of his large hands wrapped around her back, holding her close, you couldn’t help but stare at them. How perfect they looked. 

And when Henry began to fuss where he sat in your arms, you shushed him quietly, rocking him gently until he was lulled back to sleep. 

It almost terrified you, how much you loved the three of them. More than you had realized was even possible. 

Holding your newborn son in your arms, watching your husband and daughter — you had officially adopted Ellie the day after the wedding — sleeping peacefully across the room, you felt truly whole for the first time in your life. 

You closed your eyes and thanked God it wasn't just a dream.

THE END 

A/N: This is the end, folks! Thank you so much for reading this series, I have absolutely adored writing it. I'm definitely happy to revisit Jake, Natalie, Ellie and Henry's lives in the future for drabbles down the road! xx

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[collectiveclams]

Decoded ep 5

- “Cole is nicknamed as MC? Also known as MegaCum Blast”<- twin, I’m going to murder you with my hands

- “You know I forget sometimes that Zane isn’t human”- kai “what do you mean? He’s made out of metal!” - jay BOYS ZANE IS RIGHT THERE BE NICE! also makes me wonder if zane gets self conscious over how “human” he’s perceived as by the rest of the ninja.

- OH MY GOD THE SWITCHES IN ZANE’S ABDOMINAL PANEL ARE CIRCUT BREAKER SWITCHES THATS HILARIOUS

- Also they have pretty good wiring for the switches!!! Dr. Julien actually made Zane following proper wiring codes let’s goooo.

This is expecially funny bc when Zane became the titanium ninja, he is shown to have improper internal wiring at the Mr. E fight scene. He doesn’t even have any ground wires in his arm.

So that means Zane and Pixal were the ones to do the improper wiring. Either they’re colorblind or just don’t care about proper wiring lmao.

- Decoded Ep 5 4:57 THEY FUCKING MENTION ECHO ZANE AND DONT GO AND GET HIM?! WHAT THE HELL?!

- the most sad and somber “I miss [pixal]” from Zane :(((( my boy!!! He’s forgetting her! Nooooo!

- NEVERMIND HIS WIRING IS WRONG AGAIN [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER SOUND] WHY THE FUCK IS IT ALL AC NEUTRAL WIRES.

#ninjago #ninjago decoded #decoded ep 5 #clam watches ninjago

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Suggestive🍭

“Be quiet, Asteria, or you'll get us caught!”

A little girl dressed in a baby pink nightgown that went way past her tiny feet was crouching behind the wall between the hallway and living room.

Another, dressed in a baby blue nightgown clutching a brown teddy bear, piped up irritably.

“You’re the one that should be quiet, Luna!” She whisper-shouted, “You almost woke up Soleil, and if she would've started wailing, we'd have been caught for sure!”

“Yeah, yeah- look! It’s him!” Luna impatiently waved her sister off and watched the scene in front of her with her blue eyes twinkling in excitement.

Asteria fired back at her twin, her e/c eyes blazing with pure irritation.

The two little girls crouched lower to the floor, daring not to inhale or exhale too deeply as they awed at the majestic creature that they'd only heard of in stories from their mama and papa.

A man so tall that his head almost brushed the ceiling was walking steadily towards their Christmas tree.

He was dressed completely in red with fluffy white trim along his long coat that brushed the floor as he walked.

“Look, Asteria, it’s him! It's really him! It's Santa Claus!” Luna shook her sister’s shoulder while Asteria’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“He is real…”

Her teddy dropped to the floor.

Both twins leaned on the wall and continued to watch. 

Santa let out a soft chuckle and crouched down to the small, wooden table situated beside the tree. 

A plate of lumpy, misshapen sugar cookies slathered in icing and sprinkles sat atop a decorative Christmas plate with a cold mug of milk next to it. 

With a jolly little laugh, he picked up one of the cookies in his black-gloved fingers and bit into it. A few of the crumbs spilled into his white beard, but he gently wiped them away. To wash down his treat, he took a long sip from the mug that read, For Santa Only. 

“Santa's eating our cookies! He's laughing!” Luna was trying her best to remain undetected, but her six-year old mind could barely contain itself as she almost shook her poor sister’s shoulder out of the socket. 

“I see it- Luna, you're going to tear my arm off!”

The man then let out a soft grunt as he eased himself back up to his full height. The twins would then notice the large, red sack that was slung over his shoulder. 

Santa opened his bag and began pulling out multiple wrapped boxes, varying widely in size and shape. 

“Shit, these kids are too fucking spoiled.” He chuckled lowly to himself. 

“Need some help, Santa?” 

Armin’s sky blue eyes shifted over to your smiling face. Hints of amusement danced at the corners of your lips. You always had been good at sneaking up on him.

“How thoughtful of you, Mrs. Claus, but I think I have it under control.”

You strode further into the room, your matching white-fur trimmed robe trailing along the floor behimd you.

“Hmm, you got any presents for me in that sack?” You fluttered your eyelashes at him flirtatiously while bringing a hand up to trail along the buttons on the front of his coat, skillfully popping the ones closest to his belt open.

“Mmm, not in this one, but in this one I might.” Armin smirked elvishly and took hold of your hand, dragging it down to his crotch. A snort left your lips.

“How about I put another baby in you for Christmas? What do you say, Mommy?”

Your eyes grew twice their size. “Another baby?! Please! Soleil is barely a year old!”

Armin shrugged nonchalantly. “The gift that keeps on giving.” He then burst out into laughter as you started tickling his stomach.

“Hey, stop! What are you trying to do?!” He laughed harder as you dug your nails into his lower abdominals.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m tickling Santa Claus because he can’t control that little perverted mouth of his.”

“Mm, baby, I’m pretty sure that it’s a crime to call Santa Claus a pervert on Christmas Eve.”

Luna and Asteria were completely baffled at the sight in front of them. Their mommy was tickling Santa Claus and making him giggle!

“Luna…are you seeing what I’m seeing right now?” Asteria whispered, bringing her teddy up so that it could watch the show as well. Luna could only slowly nod in astonishment.

“It was really sweet of you to do this for them, baby.” You told Armin while gently caressing his face with your hand. “Thank you.”

He took your hand in his gloved one and kissed your knuckles, languidly dragging his lips over them before they reached your huge diamond wedding ring.

“Of course, my love. I’d do anything for my goddess of love and my three little cherubs.”

Taking both of his cheeks in your hands, you slowly brought your lips to your husband’s in a warm, passionate kiss.

Armin reciprocated immediately and wrapped an arm around your waist, slightly dipping you forward.

The twins gasped.

“Luna!”

“Asteria!”

They shouted at each other in unison. “We just saw mama kiss Santa Claus!” 

You and Armin broke away after a few moments of tender bliss, both looking towards the hallway where you could see the shadows of two little girls and a certain teddy bear.

“Well, looks like we’ve been found out.” You giggled and took your thumb to wipe a bit of saliva off of Armin’s bottom lip.

“They are your kids, after all.” He quipped.

“They’re your kids, too!”

“Mhm, but they take after you. Nosy.” Armin moved away with a laugh as you swatted at him. 

Bringing you back to him by wrapping both arms around your waist this time, he pecked your cheeks and in retaliation, you licked his nose. Those baby blues turned to a deep royal hue then.

“You’d better stop before Mommy and Santa Claus end up doing a lot more than just kissing.”

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*ᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵃ: ᵍʳᵉᵉᵏ. ˢᵗᵃʳ

*ˢᵒˡᵉⁱˡ: ᶠʳᵉⁿᶜʰ. ˢᵘⁿ

*ˡᵘⁿᵃ: ⁱᵗᵃˡⁱᵃⁿ. ᵐᵒᵒⁿ

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

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[houseofbrat]

William seemed just fine when he went to watch football recently. But heaven forbid he does one day of work and his media lapdogs are running to the public to beg leniency for more time off 🤡

Yup.

When Rachel Candappa kindly handed Prince William two cards wishing both his wife and father well in their individual cancer battles, his emotion was hard to miss earlier today. Placing his hand on her shoulder, the future king looked the 71-year-old volunteer directly in the eye as she urged him to ‘take care’ of Catherine, saying firmly and repeatedly: ‘I will do, I will.’ He only swiftly changed the subject, I am told, when it became clear that Mrs Candappa was herself close to tears and the prince was at pains not to embarrass her in front of the cameras. William’s visit to the Surplus to Supper food redistribution charity in Surrey was first time we have seen the heir to the throne in public following his wife’s unbelievably brave video message of March 22, when she revealed she has been undergoing treatment for cancer. He was typically chatty, genial - laughing and joking with volunteers - but physically you could see small signs of the toll that recent months have taken on him.

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But cancer, as the Royal Family have sadly discovered in recent months, is a pernicious leveller that cares not whether it has prince or pauper in its sights. And William has found himself facing a new battle: one that has struck at the very foundation of everything he holds dear. One can only imagine the weight on his shoulders at seeing both his adored wife and his father facing serious simultaneous health crises, while also trying to protect his three young children from this devastating blow to their little world. And while, fortunately, the King appears to be responding well to treatment and is hopeful of taking up more forward-facing public duties in the near future, recent events will have been a stark reminder of what awaits the Wales’ in the not so distant future. It is why, although his appearances today were both welcome and heartfelt, we should not expect to see a wholesale return to royal duties for the prince. Instead, I understand, he is likely to undertake one or two public engagements each week - often on the same day in order to minimise time away from Kate and the children - as well as continuing with his usual behind-the-scenes work. He will, I am told, almost certainly take some sort of role around the 80th anniversary of the D-Day landings in June, as well as attending Trooping the Colour and the annual Order of the Garter service and, perhaps, one of the annual summer garden parties for worthy community heroes. And he will definitely continue to undertake investitures at Windsor Castle on behalf of the King over the coming weeks. But he will also very much balance this with supporting Catherine who, we must not forget, is still undergoing gruelling preventative chemotherapy treatment as well as continuing to recuperate from her initial abdominal surgery in January - the seriousness of which should not be underestimated by anyone. ‘Obviously it’s been an important day [today] and one that has huge resonance with the prince in terms of his own environmental commitments, but I think you can expect to see the Prince undertake engagements at a similar pace to February and March,’ a source stresses. ‘The prince has always made clear that he wants to balance his commitment to public service and duty with supporting his family at this time, and he will continue to find a way to do that. ‘ Fortunately in this William has his wife’s backing, wholeheartedly. ‘Absolutely, it’s important to both of them, actually,’ my source adds. ‘June is an incredibly busy time ceremonially and the princess will want him to play his part as well. ‘They share that same sense of commitment and service.’ While there are many hurdles yet to be crossed, it is clear that William and Catherine are finding their way through them, together.

What a bunch of bullshit. "Commitment to public service"? What commitment? Remind me what state funerals he has attended as heir? Last I recall, I saw Anne and Sophie attending in his absence.

The kids are in school five days a week, correct? Now that they are back from their break. Yet, William will only do public duties ONE DAY per week. Shit, his children are working harder in school than he is!

Keep working for that OBE or whatever special honour you're hoping to get with these ridiculous puff pieces, Rebecca! William certainly owes you something for this ridiculous tripe you're typing out when he becomes king.

This is straight-up propaganda. All his critics on reddit are right.

Particularly these ones:

"Work"?

WHAT WORK?

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I've been getting into hockey for the last, like, 16 months. I'm running a little bit of a fever. I'm British so the concept of mascots is a little bit weird to me. Let's do this.

In order of the current whole league standings, as of January 25th 2023:

Rating the NHL mascots

Part 1

Completely arbitrarily! My system makes no sense!

Boston Bruins

Blades the Bruin

Bruin means bear, so this makes sense as a choice. I guess I get what they were going for with the name but it just kinda makes it sound like a low level gangster. Feels like they couldn't decide whether to make a teddy bear or a scary bear and just got an unsettling middle ground. The eyes are very dead.

Vibes: 6/10

Aesthetic: 4/10

Horror: 3/10

Fuckability: 3/10

Overall, 4/10. Not awful, but not great.

Honourable mention for methbear from the winter classic this year. That was a design team that knew how to make choices.

Carolina Hurricanes

Stormy

Stormy is, apparently, a pig. If there's some obvious North Carolina/pig connection, I'm not aware of it. Stormy feels very low effort. The design is weak and lacking in character. It doesn't even look like a good fur suit, tbh. Very big eyes so we're definitely not trying to be intimidating here. Stormy must not be one of those 30-50 feral hogs you used to hear so much about.

Vibes: 5/10

Aesthetic: 2/10

Horror: 0/10

Fuckability: 1/10

Overall, 2/10. Horrible but not for interesting reasons.

New Jersey Devils

NJ Devil

Why does it have abdominal muscles? Clearly, this one is a slut, which I approve of. The name is super uninspired and the design is pretty obvious, but I still find myself on the way to liking it. It's got character and it's not trying to be too human. I know it's not what the New Jersey devil is actually supposed to be, but it looks a horrible kind of fun. What that tongue do?

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetic: 5/10

Horror: 5/10

Fuckability: 7/10

Overall, 6/10. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either and that's something.

Toronto Maple Leafs

Carlton the Bear

Carlton is named after the street where the old Leafs arena was. And he's an adorable polar bear. Look at him. He's like the coca cola polar bear without the mischief. That's a face you can trust. Looks like he gives great hugs. I would like to find out.

Vibes: 10/10

Aesthetic: 9/10

Horror: 0/10

Fuckability: 8/10

Overall, 7/10, but the lack of horror is a feature and not a bug. So really he's 9/10.

Dallas Stars

Victor E. Green

There's so much to hate here. The name is a bad pun on the Stars "victory green" colours. The character is supposed to be an alien but the design is so lazy. They could have gone in so many directions with this one and instead they just did this. Why even have a mascot if you're going to put this little effort in? No expression. No character. Just green.

Vibes: 2/10

Aesthetic: 2/10

Horror: 1/10

Fuckability: 1/10

Overall, 1.5/10. Very bad showing.

Winnipeg Jets

Mick E. Moose

Someone's trying to get suuuueeedddd! Nah, it's been over a decade and the mouse doesn't appear to have come knocking so I guess the jorts are getting away with it. Mick, here, looks quite the formidable fellow. I like his flying cap and absolutely unhinged expression. I truly believe that he could find me in my dreams and make me regret decisions I haven't even made yet. There's something wrong with him and it looks interesting.

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetic: 8/10

Horror: 7/10

Fuckability: 8/10

Overall, 7.5/10. Very respectable. I will see you in my nightmares, Mr Moose.

Tampa Bay Lightning

ThunderBug

ThunderBug is a lightning bug. Sensible choice for the Lightning. I've seen him on broadcasts a few times but never been able to ascertain if his butt glows. I think it should and anyone who disagrees is wrong. The first time I saw him, he had a big fake beard and I was not a fan of that look at all. Unadorned, I think he's a decent mix of cute and goofy. He's definitely got some character and energy to him.

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetic: 7/10

Horror: 1/10

Fuckability: 6/10

Overall, 5/10. Again, lack of horror is not really a negative. This is a pretty good boy.

Vegas Golden Knights

Chance the Gila Monster

Look at this boy. This is what perfection looks like. I think he should be President of the whole world. I would marry him tomorrow. Look at those kind eyes and sweet smile. He could fit my whole head in his mouth and I would thank him. He's literally never done anything wrong in his whole life. You can't see it in this photo, but he even has a very cute tail. Best boy. The only horror would be at the thought that he might not love me.

Vibes: 100/10

Aesthetic: 100/10

Horror: 0/10

Fuckability: 10/10

Overall, perfection. The platonic ideal of mascots.

LA Kings

Bailey

This is Bailey. Bailey is a lion. This is, apparently, a pretty new look for Bailey. He used to look a lot meaner but he underwent cosmetic surgery and now looks like this. I wish that wasn't the story that the Kings used to relaunch a mascot with a difficult history... But here we are. I'm just judging mascots. Bailey looks weird for a lion, too dark, too smiley, not enough teeth. I feel like there's a spark missing here. Something that would bring life and character to Bailey. He's just a bit generic and underwhelming.

Vibes: 5/10

Aesthetic: 4/10

Horror: 2/10

Fuckability: 3/10

Overall, 3.5/10. Could have and should have done better.

Seattle Kraken

Buoy the Troll

New for this season, Buoy the Troll has a lot of attention to detail that I really like. He's got stuff in his hair and ears that tell of a nautical background. I'm pretty sure he fucked a kraken. I feel like "troll" is a cop out in the same way that "alien" is, but Buoy makes it work better. My main gripe with Buoy is that I can't make myself say the name out loud. It's not said the way that I pronounce the word. That bothers me more than it should.

Vibes: 8/10

Aesthetic: 8/10

Horror: 3/10

Fuckability: 2/10

Overall, 5/10. Largely because fuckability goes way down if I can't say your name.

New York Rangers

None

Perfect. No notes. Keep doing what you're doing, sweeties. This is the best way to have a mascot: not at all.

Vibes: immaculate

Aesthetic: unparalleled

Horror: unknowable

Fuckability: Schrödinger's fuckability

Overall, no one else is doing it like the Rangers. And they should. (not you, Vegas. Obviously)

Full disclosure, I fell asleep at this point. So now I have to use the standings as of Thursday 26/01. Deal with it.

Edmonton Oilers

Hunter the Lynx

I hate it. I'm saving you from the image, but please know that this lynx also has sculpted abdominals. Again with the bad fur suit vibes, the face is the stuff of nightmares, I'm deeply upset by the jowls. Should the NHL start hiring furries to design their mascots? MAYBE!

Vibes: 2/10 Aesthetic: 1/10 Horror: 8/10 Fuckability: 1/10 Overall, 3/10. Horrible. Soulless. Bad in a bad way, not even a fun way.

Pittsburgh Penguins

Iceburgh

Mixed feelings here, gotta be honest. Love the name and, obviously, it had to be a penguin. He looks pretty fun. But the beak and eyes are giving me "lifeless glove puppet" energy. He could be more penguiny and less flat. Curse the performer's need to see and breathe, eh?

Vibes: 7/10

Aesthetics: 5/10

Horror: 3/10

Fuckability: 2/10

Overall, 4/10 because he loses out on both horror and fuckability by looking too socklike. Sorry, Iceburgh.

Washington Capitals

Slapshot

Slapshot is a really big seagull eagle. He looks pretty fierce, which is not an expression I'm used to seeing on bald eagles. Beautiful plumage. I like him. Good vibes, I think. No word on whether he also has abs to flash at us, but I'm choosing to believe that he doesn't. It's better this way. I wouldn't trust him not to steal my chips though.

Vibes: 8/10

Aesthetic: 8/10

Horror: 4/10

Fuckability: 8/10

Overall, 7/10. Really decent showing for this birb.

Colorado Avalanche

Bernie the St. Bernard

That's a good boy right there. Look at his little barrel! The face is missing something that I can't quite put my finger on, but I do like the lolling tongue and droopy jowls. Maybe what's missing is copious amounts of drool? Just something to make it look a bit more alive and engaged? I know it's possible, I've seen it on other mascots!

Vibes: 9/10

Aesthetics: 7/10

Horror: 2/10

Fuckability: 3/10

Overall, 5/10. He's a good dog, Brant.

Calgary Flames

Harvey the Hound

What the fuck is this? Why does it have a metre long tongue? (Not gonna lie, that's points in favour for fuckability) You know those vintage photos of kids meeting the easter bunny only it looks like everyone involved was in hell? That's what I'm getting from this. Dead face. Cheap fur suit. He does know how to accessorise though, check that hat/collar/belt combo.

Vibes: 2/10

Aesthetics: 4/10

Horror: 5/10

Fuckability: 5/10

Overall, 4/10. What that tongue do?

Part 2 is here!

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