#actually it’s easy just love your kids and sont walk out and leave them with an insane bitch of a mother

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Bruh emotional support ghost kid? Well thats what they are calling him

Suicide cases in gothem are about to fucking plummet boiz cause this one weird blue eyes, black haired boy is now heading to your location.

How does he know where to be? Having a bad day and are all alone? No the fuck your not cause don’t turn around now but theres some shiny blue eyes coming at you from that dark ally. Oh shit hes here to drop some information about you and your lost loved ones that he should know. Oh god the closure. How could you have been afraid on this sweet, creepy, boy who just helped you find your way.

Meanwhile Danny is chillin in Gothem cause the GIW hate it there (none of they equipment actually functions in Gothem so it’s either super haunted or actually not haunted at all). Then all of a sudden he gets approached by a random ghost begging for his help because their sweet baby girl is about to do something horrible. Oops now all the ghosts are following their most loved ones around just to make sure they are there to rush to Danny for help when all else fails. Now hes getting to fulfil his protection obsession double time because one hes helping protect people from themselves and two hes protecting everyone in Gothem by stopping people from becoming villains for revenge. Plus he gets to see first hand how hes making a difference because all those people he saved are sending him some good vibes from all across Gothem.

Thank god he followed Jazz around so much to slightly absorb some of her phycology knowledge over the years. Plus it was actually pretty interesting so she gave him her old text books. Shes also helping him deal with the rare events where he can’t save someone. Just a moment too late or he stops them but they later succeeded in the hospital. Neither are his fault. Now only if he could convince his core of that.

Anyway why Gothem you ask? Amity Park would have been just as good tbh but imagine Batmans face when he finally gets to be face to face with the emotional support ghost boy. Why is he here? Bruce is fine. Batman is fine. Hes not gonna do anything crazy. It’s just a hard time of year. Around their death always gives him grief. But hes an adult and can manage it.

“You know they are so proud of you.” The boy states. As if it’s clear as day, even though it’s Gothem and never a clear day. Batman blinks at him, stunned for a moment. “What?” This boy can’t possibly know that. No one will ever know that, Bruce can only hope. “They see their home, full of such life. That big house that felt so empty, so cold, to them as well for years. Then you filled it with Family and Love like they had always wanted for you. They are so proud of what you have turned it into. Somewhere full of life and warmth.” A small smile graces his face as finally “you have made your parents so proud” and its all he can do to contain himself. Emotions are running high and sue him because he really did need to hear that ok. The boy suddenly looks to Bruces right with a confused face “aren’t all basements like that though?” Before Bruce can even get a word in hes gone. Just vanished before his eyes.

[fruitcoops]

So my finger is actually broken and it made me think about the series where Remus took a stick to the face and Sirius took care of him if you’re willing to do another part to that so I can live vicariously that’d be great

Hey lovely! I’m so sorry for the massive delay on this fic--hopefully, your finger feels better soon <3 Coops and O’Knutzy credit goes to @lumosinlove!

This fic also includes Cap and Logan being brothers, O’Knutzy fluff, and my personal favorite ask of all time:

Anon: We have seen protective Leo in action and he is an absolute badass, but what about the other 2/3 of O’Knutzy. Because gods know they would all protect their fairy gay mother if anyone were to mess with him in the slightest

TW for bruising, swelling, injury

Read the rest of the series here!

“Where is he?” Leo demanded as soon as the door opened. His mother would have been appalled by his lack of manners, but he was too worried to bother with pleasantries. “Is he alright?”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Hello to you, too, Knut. Harzy, Lo, how’s it going?”

“Depends,” Finn said. “How’s our favorite rookie doing?”

Logan took a more direct approach and kicked Sirius lightly on the shin. “Move, I want to see my future beau-frère.”

“Are they here?” a rough voice called from the living room.

“Don’t get up, Loops!” Leo shouted down the hall, making a beeline for the kitchen. “Are you feeling okay?”

There was a muffled curse from the other room, followed by footsteps; Leo scowled. “I’m not made of glass,” Remus huffed as he shuffled into the room with an ice pack in his hand.

All three of them hissed in sympathy and Leo felt phantom pain in his nose at the wide bruise across Remus’ cheekbones. “You should go lay down again, dude.”

“You made me soup?”

“You can only have it if you promise to rest.”

“I don’t have a concussion.”

“Your face looks like someone biked over it.”

“Rude. I’ll call your mother.”

“You don’t have her number.”

Remus shot him a look and turned to the others, who were watching in clear amusement. “Tremzy, a hand?”

“Can’t tell you. I want soup.” Logan ruffled his hair as he walked past; Remus batted him away, but he was smiling. It was even more crooked than usual with the latent swelling, and Leo felt a pang in his chest when he noticed the missing dimples. He looked so…not Loops. “Où sont les casseroles?”

Finn frowned and glanced in the Tupperware. “That’s not casserole, Lo.”

Sirius reached up and pulled a large pot down from the cupboard. “Pots, Harz. You’ve been dating these two for almost a year and you still don’t know French?”

Finn hopped up on the counter. “Keeps things interesting.”

Leo blew him a kiss and received a wink in return, making them both laugh. “Thanks again for bringing this over,” Remus said as Leo turned the stove on and grabbed a wooden spoon.

“Anything for the rookie, right? You look better than last night.”

“Yeah?” Hope lit in Remus’ less-swollen eye; he was still bruised to hell and back, but the puffiness had gone own significantly and a good night’s sleep seemed to have done him good.

“No thanks to the captain,” Finn snorted, swinging his legs until Sirius whacked him on the thigh with a spoon. “I swear to god he was just fucking with us in the groupchat.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “What did you do?”

“I told the truth!” Sirius protested. “I don’t know why they’re all pissy.”

“You were so vague,” Logan groaned. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and scrolled through the texts, then cleared his throat. “Home safe. Re is fine—"

“Get over here—”

“—getting lots of cuddles from Hattie,” Logan continued, ducking out of Sirius’ reach as he read aloud. Leo stepped closer to the stove to let them both run past. “Thanks for the messages. Thanks for the messages? Thanks for the fucking messages?”

“That was pretty vague,” Remus agreed, hiding a smile behind his hand when Sirius finally snatched Logan’s phone away.  

“I’m keeping this,” he threatened. “And I sent messages to people who reached out individually with questions, including your boyfriend.”

“Which one?” Logan asked with a smirk.

Sirius shook his head. “Knutty, will you be offended if I kick him out of the house?”

“Eh.” Leo shrugged, still stirring. “He could use some fresh air. Maybe put a bowl of water out with him.”

Logan grabbed a towel and rolled it up, snapping it at Leo’s ass; it connected with a sharp smack and he dodged the second attack by less than an inch. “Hey, cut it out!” Remus laughed. “He’s making me soup!”

“Yeah, Lo, we don’t want to leave the invalid in the hands of Cap’s cooking,” Finn drawled.

Sirius heaved a sigh. “You are all so mean to me.”

“I love you!” Remus said, putting a hand over his heart in mock-offense.

“You don’t trust my cooking either.”

He hesitated for half a second and Sirius spread his hands. “I trust most of your cooking. And all of your baking.”

Leo perked up. “Will you make cookies for us?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he wheedled as bubbles began forming around the edges of the soup. “You know you want to.”

“He made some for the block party two weeks ago,” Remus said with a grin, leaning over to smell the thick steam. “I’m domesticating him.”

“He’s like a feral cat. Once you let him in and feed him, he starts making cookies and never leaves.” Logan slotted himself between Finn’s knees for a cuddle with a devious glance at Sirius.

“I regret knowing you,” Sirius muttered; the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away, and Leo smiled to himself as he pulled a few bowls out of the nearest cabinet. “Soup’s ready?”

“Soup’s ready. Where are we eating?”

“Well, Loops is eating on the couch so he can rest,” Logan said, ignoring Remus’ eye roll.

“I’m fine.” All four of them gave him a skeptical look and he threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “Alright, we’ll eat in the living room and pretend I’m on my deathbed. Jesus Christ.”

Leo gave him a playful nudge as he handed him a bowl. “That’s what friends do, right?”

Remus’ face softened and he bumped him back. “This was really sweet of you, Knutty.”

“What was I supposed to do, leave you here alone with only your fiancé and your dog for company?” He looked behind the kitchen island and paused. “Speaking of, where’s my baby?”

“I’ll get her.” Sirius wandered out of the room and they heard the back door open a moment later; after a few seconds of muffled noise, Hattie came barreling into the room in all her long-legged glory. One side of her fur was mussed into bedhead, but Finn dropped down and immediately smoothed it out again as he smothered her with affection.

“Oh, was somebody taking a nap on the deck?” Remus cooed, grabbing a handful of spoons from a drawer.

“I missed you so much!” Finn said, laughing as she licked his face. “So much, precious girl! It’s been too long!”

Hattie wiggled out of his hold and galloped toward Leo—she tripped over her too-big paws and rolled to a stop at his feet with a lolling tongue. “Oh, my munchkin,” he groaned, lifting her into a cradle hold. “Do you think your dads would be sad if I took you home with me?”

“Yes,” Sirius and Remus chorused.

“But I made them soup!” He stuck his lower lip out in a pout and held her closer to his chest. “It’s only fair.”

Logan turned a pleading look on Sirius. “You can’t say no to that face, can you?”

“Someday, you can have a sleepover. For right now, we’re going to eat soup and then make Remus take a nap.”

Leo declined to mention the fact that he had not answered the question and filed that particular information away for later use. For all his bluster and grumbling, Sirius was a softie for puppy eyes of any sort.

They gathered in the living room and carefully balanced their bowls so nobody spilled on the carpet. Remus curled up to make space for Sirius on the couch, while Logan perched on the armrest of Leo’s chair and Finn took the floor; Hattie made the rounds with a roving nose and tried to steal bites wherever possible, to little avail.

“This is really good,” Sirius said after a few minutes of hungry silence, shoving another spoonful of broth in his mouth. “Mon dieu, what is this?”

“Italian wedding soup,” Leo said, breaking a meatball in half. “Mom’s recipe.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “You’re not Italian.”

“Not even a little.”

“You guys are the best, by the way,” Remus said. “This is exactly what I needed.”

“We would’ve beat the rookie up if you asked,” Finn informed him with a casual bite of soup. “Say the word, it’s done.”

Remus shook his head. “It was an accident. He tripped, I came up too fast, and it snowballed from there. Kid’s lucky he didn’t get a skate to the face when we fell.”

Logan blinked at him for a second. “You’ve seen your face recently, right?”

“No, actually, it’s a bit difficult to see my own face,” Remus said drily. “I’m sure it looks worse than it feels.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows, but made no comment. Leo wasn’t sure whether he wanted to know that story or not; seeing Loops in any amount of pain was hard enough. “Kind of ironic, right?” he said instead. “After all that time spent fixing us, you’re the one we get to take care of.”

Remus snorted. “How the turntables. Hestia did all the heavy lifting.”

“That Tupperware was heavy.”

“Do you want to tape me back together next time?”

“Don’t try me, Loops, I’ll do it and give you a moustache.”

They bickered and teased for the next half hour, long after their bowls were empty and Hattie laid down with a dramatic huff after her unsuccessful quest. Finally, Remus dozed off on Sirius’ shoulder, which they took as their cue to leave.

“Thank you again, guys,” Sirius said as they pulled their coats on. “This really meant a lot to both of us.”

“No problem,” Finn said with a shrug. “We were worried, and bringing over a little soup was easy.”

“It was good to talk to you both outside of practice,” Logan added, giving him a one-armed hug. “Keep us updated?”

“Bien sûr.”

“See you around, Capsicle.” Leo mock-saluted and Sirius laughed under his breath. “Take care of our rookie.”

“Will do, Knutty.”

Leo maneuvered his container around his seatbelt as Finn turned the car on, trying not to lose another lid down the crack between the console. “I’m glad we did that,” he said after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Me, too. Loops still looked pretty rough, though,” Logan said quietly.

The side of Finn’s mouth turned down a tick. “Next time we play the Ravens, that rookie is getting checked like he’s never been checked before.”

Leo’s back cracked as he stretched his arms over his head. “Oh, yeah, Kasey and I already have a plan. That kid is never even going to see the net.”

[huggpheonix]

This is that sad story idea

Nfkfockslsoskdkkd "Jesus fucking christ." He muttered under his breath. The pain was excruciating. It hurt even more that there was probably a bunch of glass where glass shouldnt be. "Jesus, Fuck! Man! Im so sorry! Dude! Do you need help!" Thats when The kid rolled off the car and snapped. He began to string together every curse he could think of in a mad stutter and a fixed flare set in his eyes. "Do you need help! I can take you to the doctor! Come on, come with me." "Just fucking stay back, and dont touch me." The man held his hands up. "At least let me buy you a water or coffee or bandages something!" "Stay right there. Dont fucking worry. Just forget it!" The man behind the wheel watched as the kid limped away. "Damn, that windsheilds past its prime." He pushed it out and sighed. "Fucking kids, anyways." He got up and began to tail behind the kid. He stayed far enough behind to see the big store he was going into. The kid limped towards the canned foods and picked out several cans. And he watched as he pocketed the seventh. "Hey buddy. Buy something, or get lost." "Eh, yeah." He said and began to move towards the boy. Now in the checkout line he watched. "Is that all sir?" "Y-yes." "23.45, please." "F-for six cans of food?" "Limited edition cans, sir." "I-" "Ill be happy to buy them for you." The kid turned around and widened his eyes. "What the-" "Henry. Ill buy em for you." "B-" He was cut off by an arm that handed the lady money. "Have a nice day." "You know I can charge you for Stalking me?" "Look, is that what you say to someone who just bought you expensive as fuck food?" "You hit me with your car!" "It was an accident! Im sorry." "Just give me the bag, and leave me alone." "You know, the train goes both ways." "What." "I could easily report you for theft." He said pointing to the can of peaches. "Its a fucking can of peaches." "Call it what you want kid." "Zachary." "Okay, Zach." "No, not Zach. Just Zachary." "Martin. Martin Folur." "I dont give a shit about your last name." "Ouch, youre blunt. And stubborn." "And you talk too much. Give me the bag." "No, ki- Zachary. Im sorry for hitting you with my car. I profusely apologise for that okay? Im sorry, just let me pay for what i did okay. Ill only help you take this bag. Youre limping for christs sake." "Okay. Fine. Fuck. Take me to the bus station." "Hey, you got it." They arrived at the bus station not long after "Okay. You can leave." "Nuh uh., "What?" "Not until i know for sure youre safe at home or something. Dont you got parents? You look young." "D-dont make- assumptions, asshole." "Im sorry. Zachary!" Zachary moved to the back of the bus and marting was forced to pay for both of them. He sat beside the kid until finally they got off at their stop. "Look, im sorry, Zachary. Let me take you out for supper or something. You look likey ou havent eaten in a while. Please?" "For fuck sakes fine. Martin. Quit apologising." "Yes." He said and lead Zachary towards his favourite restaurant. He put his arm around him and as soon as he did that Zachary tensed up. "Oh shit sorry. Force of habit." "Yeah. Just dont do it again." "You got it." They got to the door and he held it open for Zach. Zach only gave him a glare and walked inside. "It sure is cold out there huh." "Youre so good at small talk, Martin. You know that." Martin on,y smiled and sat down across from him. "Wow. The lady's must love this place huh, Martin." Martin only gave a thin smile and looked down, "You finally called me by my real name. Im touched." "Pfft. Shut up." "Now we are finally getting somewhere." "What. Me talking? Talk is easy. Asshole." Martin only gave a little grin. "What do you two want?" "Just a drink for me." Zach said. "What." "A drink." "No. He will have the steak dinner, with baked potatoes and whatever comes on the side." "Alright, coming right up. What to drink?" Zachary was in awe. "Ah, what will it be Zach." For the first time he didnt mind being called Zach. "My friend heres slack jawed. Off in his own world. I dont know, water will have to do for a now." "And yourself?" "A burger and fries. Gravy and pepsi." "Alright your order will be ready in a little while. Enjoy." "You fucker. What are you doing buying me nice shit like that." "The easy thing to say would be, thank you. But you deserve it kid." "No. You sont have to." "Zach. Seriously. Dont argue with me." Zachary on,y grinned and looked down, "So.. Like.. Do you have a place to stay?" "I do. Dont worry about me, douche." "Alrighty. But ill have you know. Im going to walk you there," "Why are you doing that." "Doing what?" "Being so nice." "Zach. Its the least i could do. I mean, its not like we did much bonding over the hood of my car." Zach gave him a disgusted look and looked away. "Bonding? No. See, youre a stranger. Martin. All i know, is your name." "Alright. Alright, lets start." "Start what." "Im Martin, age 22. Started driving a couple weeks ago." "Figures." "Whats that supposed to mean?" "You fucking hit me, like a giant bug or something." "Ah, see. I offered to take you to a hospital." "They would take me in, Martin," "Why not?" "Ah you know what forget it. " Silence ensued until the food was brought out. Zachary dived right in and left nothing behind. Martin was surprised at the appetite the kid had. "I was right. You lost." "Lost what." "The bet." "What bet?" "The one i made in my head," "What the fuck are you talking about." "You were hungry." "Okay, dipshit. And what." "Now you have to tell me about yourself." "Bullshit." "Come on, please?" "Okay, fucking fine. But im limiting it until we get to know each other. I need to know youre not a fucking pshycopath." " ah so there will be more." "What the hell are you getting at." "More getting to know eachother?" "Whats in it for me." "Ah, so there is a darker side to Zachary. More dinners, and i dont know, I could get your injuries looked at." "Since youre so up on helping me, than Ill only tell you about myself, if you leave actual medical attention out of it." "So thats it then?" "Yeah." "Okay, you can start now." Zachary huffed and started. "Im Zachary. Im 18." "18?" Martin said choking on some food. "Yeah one eight." "You look fifteen." "See what i said about making assumptions?" "Alright alright." "Go on." "One more thing," "Okay," "Whatever you think is going on here. Isnt going on here. Thats all for now." "Phew. Stubborn. Feisty. Blunt. Overbearingly independent. I like you kid," "What does your girlfriend think" "I dont have one. And i didnt mean it like that. I meant, i just like your guts. I dont know. I guess youre a little easy on the eyes. But... Theres too much." "Shut up, asshole." Zachary said playfully ounching his arm. They both laughed. They got on the bus station and talked a little more. "Alright heres my stop.." "Okay." He awkwardly shook Zach's hand and he got off. Then Martin got off. He waited a little while as Zach knocked on the door. Inside there was screaming and crying and a hitting noise. More yelling and crying and finally Zach getting thrown out. His things getting tossed out the window. "Fuck sakes." Martin helped Zachary up and carefully looked at his wounds.  He brushed a little hair out of his face. "Who the fuck is this? Daniel." "A friend. Hes a friend, mom." "He better not be no boyfriend. You already a disgrace. Imagine, you being some faggot. Then youd really have nothing. Get out. Go find a job." She tossed his bag and finally shut the door. "Jesus kid. Im sorry." "J-just dont touch me." "I have a place to stay," "I dont want to stay at your house! Im not a faggot. Jesus christ!" "Zachary, quit being a little stubborn fuck. Give me your bag. Or i swear." "Fucking! Agh!" He yelled and shoved the bag at him. He began to run and Martin heaved the things on his back and ran after him. "Zachary!" He yelled and finally caught up with him after five blocks. "Jesus christ, kid. You were in some track and field or something?" "Give me my stuff." "No. Not until youre safe and sound." "Where am i gonna go? Martin, for christs sake." "My offer is still out there. I swear, ill sleep in the bathroom okay?" "You better, and lock the door. Please." "Alright. Alright its okay." He huffed. Martin called a cab and they both rode in silence, At the apartment they got off and walked inside. "Do you have sleep stuff?" "Im just going to sleep in this." "Those are soaked, Zachary." "I lied okay? Its Daniel." "D-daniel?" "Yeah." "Okay, its okay. Just... Ill give you some sweats and a t shirt okay?" "Quit being so nice." He only walked and grabbed some plain sleep clothes. He handed them to him and showed him the bathroom "Lock the door and when youre done you can sleep." He came out and went and layed down. "Its alright kid." He whispered softly and stocked to the bathroom. He layed in the bathtub and easily fell asleep. In the middle of the night he was awoken by a knocking on the door. He opened it and was faced with a teary eyed Daniel. He hugged him and he only whispered its okay over and over.