#as in how he pretty much since he woke up adopted this ‘ what i don’t know won’t hurt me ‘ kind of stance towards finding out what happened

[karnakian]

good  afternoon  today  i  am  thinking  about  leon  going  through  the  five  stages  of  grief  throughout  lftp

screenshots  under  the  cut

denial

anger

bargaining

depression

acceptance

[monstersflashlight]

Hii!! I have a request I've been thinking about for a while,

How about FEMreader with a submissive vulnerable werehusband?, reader adopts a black and white normal cat, and spends alll her time on the cat and giving the cats pets, snuggles, and even cuddles with the cat sometimes, and werehusband is secretly fuming and making up a plan to get rid of the cat, he hates watching reader give the cat pets, that's supposed to be him getting the pets!, so one day while reader is out at work, he returns the cat back to the adoption center, goes back home to a completely fuming reader, since werehusband is vulnerable and we'll yk, submissive, reader spanks him, (all the kinky stuff *wink wink*) and calls him a bad boy, and instead, reader denies to touch werehusband as a punishment, and when they finally make love, reader makes sure it slow and stops whenever werehusband is about to cum.

Tyy have a night day/night🙏🥰🐺

Hi anon! Love your idea but changed it a tiny bit because I think it would be more fun this way, hope you don’t mind, enjoy! <3

The neighborhood cat

Werecat x fem!reader || dom/sub dynamic (fem dom), praise kink, pegging, spanking

You picked the cat on the street, and he was so cute and thin you felt so bad for him you had to take it home with you. He slept with you, followed you around and overall acted like the cutest cat in existence. You took so many pics of him that your phone gallery looked like a portfolio of a pet photographer. Until one day you came back a bit earlier, expecting your cute cat to be playing with the new toy you bought him, but instead you found...

A human-ish creature.

He had a human body, but cat ears and whiskers and a tail. He looked like some cat-hybrid creature and you were mesmerized for a second, then your fly or fight response kicked in and you screamed. He ran to you, covering your mouth with his hand (with freakingly long nails). You calmed down enough for him to explain.

He explained he wasn’t a cat per se, well, he was, but not always. When you finally got out of your stupor you wanted to scream at him, but you calmly told him to get out. He didn’t, he got on his knees and begged you to give him a change, to not kick him out. He had nowhere to go and you were so nice to him, he would take care of the house while you were away and he would transform back into a cat when you were back home. It would be like having a cat again and he won’t be homeless anymore. He looked so cute that you couldn’t say no.

And that’s how you found yourself with a werecat roommate.

Everything was going great, more than great. He left you tiny notes all around the house, and you gave his cat-form scratches every time you found a new one. It worked for you two. But what you weren’t expecting is to be so fucking fond of him, of those tiny acts of service and those tiny notes that made you smile every time you spotted a new one. You… liked him. You liked him as a person, not as your werecat roommate anymore. And you didn’t know what to do about it.

Until the one day you came home tipsy after partying with your friends and he had to help you get out of your clothes, and into your pj’s. He looked so pretty and he was so nice… You confessed everything in a blur of alcohol and confusion, and you fell asleep before he could respond. The next day you woke up with breakfast ready and a werecat looking anxiously at you. You talked it out and… it worked out.

You dated for three months, experimenting with domming and subbing and all the things in between. Your werecat boyfriend was a lot more kinkier than expected, in the best possible way. You discovered he liked to bottom as much as he liked to top, and you enjoyed both, too. It was a match made in heaven… or more like in a weird alleyway on a night out.

And your shared kinky side had its perks sometimes...

You were looking at him walking past you when he turned around rapidly and knocked the glass of water off the table. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You screamed, the water going everywhere, your pants rapidly getting wet, too.

“Wha- I’m sorry.” He was looking at the glass on the floor like it personally victimized him, and it was lowkey funny.

“Why did you do that?” You asked, feeling confused by his behaviour and trying really hard not to laugh at the stupidity of the situation.

“I- I don’t know. It was close to the edge and I just… knocked it,” he was as confused as you about it. “I- I don’t know,” he looked hella guilty and you almost wanted to laugh. He never acted so much like a cat before.

And then you had an idea to calm the air between you two, sometimes you forgot he wasn’t exactly human- “You need some punishment for that,” you teased.

He looked at you with surprise but with a spark of interest in his eyes, his tail moving around as he asked: “I do?” He was so fucking cute sometimes you wanted to protect him against the whole world.

“Yes. To the bedroom, naked. Now.” You saw him running down the hall as you chuckled, following him. When you got to the bedroom, he was already sprawled on it, looking at you expectantly. “What’s your safe-word?” You asked, pulling your sleeves up slowly.

“Cream,” he answered instantly, his dick twitching and his ears moving around nervously. So fucking cute.

“Good boy,” you praised, making him blush and look down. “Hand and knees,” you ordered, thinking about a plan already. He obeyed instantly, his long tail moving in the air like it did when he was excited for something. “I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to use a dildo on your pretty hole. Are you okay with that?”

“Ye- Yes, mistress.” You fucking loved when he called you that, and he knew it. Smart kitten.

You grabbed your favorite paddle out of the toy cabinet, not showing it to him as you approached. You spanked him without heads up, making him cry out and push his ass back. His tail was moving around like crazy and you grabbed it with your free hand, pulling hard. He cried out again, a puddle of precum forming over the sheets already.

You spanked a total of ten times before he was a crying mess, his cheeks red and tears running down his face. His ass was angry red, and your paddle rested against your hand as you looked at your boyfriend drooling on the sheets. He looked phenomenal when he was all pliant and needy, his dick bobbing every time his body shivered with a caress.

You decided you had enough teasing, you wanted to ruin him, and you wanted it now. “Are you still doing okay? Do you want to continue? Do you need a breather?” You asked, always prioritizing his well-being.

“N- No, mistress, please. Keep going,” his voice was so raw after the crying that your panties got instantly drenched. The power trip of playing with him was so good you forgot how much you liked sometimes.

“Such a good boy. Such a good kitten.” You passed him a bottle of lube, making a mental note to get more soon. “Open yourself up as I get the dildo ready, kitten.” Your order was followed by a whine.

“Yes. Yes,” he answered, forgetting the most important part.

Your voice was harsh when you asked: “Yes, what? Do I have to take the paddle again?” You reached to get it before he cried out again.

“No. No, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress. Yes, I’ll prep myself. Thank you, mistress.” Such a cute kitten, always babbling when he was needy.

“That’s better. Prep yourself, you don’t want to keep me waiting, do you?” You knew you’d give him all the time he needed, but he liked to be good, and you wanted to ruin him tonight.

When you were naked and had your strap on all settled, you looked at him as he worked himself open slowly, looking at you over his shoulder, making these mewling sounds that drove you insane. You approached him, teasing the tip of the dildo against his gaping hole, alongside his fingers. You took his hand away, pressing your body against his back, pushing his face against the pillow as he panted. The dildo was right at his entrance, and you took it in your hand to play a little bit more with him. You teased him for a few minutes, enjoying his pitiful sounds and kissing his back tenderly, shushing him.

“Are you ready for me?” He nodded, burying his face on the pillow again, biting into it with his tiny fangs. You chuckled as you guided the dildo against his hole, pressing firmly but slowly.

By the time you were fully inside of him, tears were running down his face again and he couldn’t stop begging you to go faster, harder, to give him more. But you didn’t listen. You fucked him slowly, marveling at the sounds and pants, at his soft groans and pleas. He was such a good boy for you, you wanted to kiss him senseless, but first you were going to make him cum so hard he passed out.

When his hips were rolling back into yours, and he was doing those pretty sounds he did when he was about to cum, you ordered: “Come for me, kitten.” At your words, it was like lightning hit him, his whole body convulsed and his arms and legs gave out, falling into a puddle of his own come as he rutted against the mattress, prolonging his pleasure as you tilted your hips and hit his prostate repeatedly and he kept coming.

“Enough… Please, mistress, it’s too much.” You took pity on him and stopped moving, taking the dildo out and kissing his back until his breathing came back to normal. “I guess I have to be bad more frequently,” he finally said, making you laugh so hard you almost fell off the bed.

[reputationmunson]

Bad Habit | pt. 2 | Eddie Munson x harrington!reader

part one

summary: The truth comes out

word count: 5.0k

cw: smut (18+), fluff, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral (m&f receiving), afab!reader, use of y/n, mentions of drinking, swearing, she/her pronouns

a/n: first of all, i just wanted to thank everybody for all the love part one received! secondly, reader is adopted, so there is no mention of resembling Steve. thank you for reading :)

Steve thinks you’re acting unusual.

You’re barely home anymore, you whisper every time you use the phone, he’s pretty sure he spotted a hickey on your neck about a month ago and you’re always in a good mood.

For example, yesterday morning Steve accidentally woke you up because he was unaware you were home and he was expecting you to flip out on him or at least scowl at him.

Instead, you thanked him for waking you up so you could watch the sunrise…

So yeah, he’s a little suspicious.

All signs point to you being in a relationship and as your older brother he’s hoping it’s literally anything else. You guys live in a small town and he’s well aware that most of the guys here are total douchebags.

He even asked Robin and Nancy if you had said anything, but they knew nothing. Though both of them did agree that you’d been more on the chipper side lately.

If you are dating somebody, he isn’t surprised you haven’t said anything to him. Growing up with absentee parents, Steve was a little protective of you.

He goes into your room to try to get some information out of you but you aren’t home…

Shocker

_

“Eddie stoooop! I can’t breathe!” You say through laughter.

You’re currently in the middle of a tickle war in your boyfriend's bed.

Okay, war might not be the best word because it isn’t much of a fight.

“Fine. I will concede… for a kiss” He stops tickling you and anticipates your lips on his any second now.

“Hmm… I’m not sure if that offers good enough” You’re bluffing

“Let me prove it to you?” He smirks

You sit up and capture him in a kiss. It’s sweet and unhasty, like you have all the time in the world.

He eventually pulls away and stares into your eyes.

“What’s the verdict?”

You can’t stop smiling. You’ve been awake for barely ten minutes and Eddie’s had you smiling ever since you opened your eyes.

“Think I need another one to make sure you’re forgiven” He’s already leaning down to give you another kiss.

This time, the kiss grows more fervent. Before you know it, Eddie is pulling you on top of him.

His hands are roaming all over your body and when he gives your ass a delicate squeeze, you let out a quiet moan.

“Fuck, I hate to do this but I gotta get up. I’m working on Steve’s car today before his shift”

You rest your forehead on his shoulder and let out a sigh. He kisses your head in apology.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Munson”

“Being cute is my specialty”

You both smile and you roll off of him. “Apparently humble isn’t” you joke.

He laughs and gets out of bed. You don’t miss the opportunity to admire him and if his back wasn’t turned from you he'd definitely make fun of you a little bit for being so obsessed with him.

He wouldn’t be wrong.

“Alright, I guess I should head out so we don’t get there at the same time. Don’t need Steve connecting any dots”

You gather all your stuff up while Eddie gets dressed.

“Don’t you dare think you’re getting out of here with a proper goodbye” He steps over to you to give you a goodbye kiss.

He holds your face in his large hands and it would be so easy to fall back into bed to finish what you both started, but Eddie’s too kind to cancel on Steve.

Dammit

“Tell me how much you’re gonna miss me” He smiles widely and you giggle

“Maybe I can show you tonight instead” You compromise and the look on his face lets you know that’s a great idea.

You give him one last peck and reluctantly walk out to your car.

You’re aware that having your car at Eddie’s might not be the smartest idea considering Max lives right across from him, but sometimes you can’t risk being dropped off down the street of your house the next morning.

Luckily for you, you’re her favorite (don’t tell Steve), so she doesn’t plan on ratting out seeing your car at Eddie’s. She also can’t really be bothered.

Max thinks it would be sweet if you and Eddie are an item. Don’t tell anyone she thinks that, though. She’ll deny any accusations.

_

“Good morning, Stevie” You say, walking into the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too, stranger. Stay at Laura’s again?”

“Oh. yeah. She’s been a little down lately so I just wanna be a good friend” You fib.

Laura has been your alibi since you and Eddie got together. She’s the only other person aware of what’s going on and it’s a safe option since she’s your closest friend who doesn’t hang out with your brother.

“Hm I guess that explains why you whisper every time you’re on the phone. Must be pretty personal?”

Your eyes widen for a split second before you act natural.

“That’s the reason. Super personal, Steve, you shouldn’t be eavesdropping. Anyways… what are you up to today?” You change the subject

“Eddie’s coming over to work on my car before I go to work” He says with a mouthful of cereal.

“Cool… I’m gonna go get ready for the day!” You scurry upstairs.

You knew it was going to be hot outside today so you decided on wearing your shortest shorts and a crop top. You’re definitely only wearing this because of today's forecast. No other reason.

_

Eddie looks so unfairly sexy while working on Steve’s car and it has you in tizzy.

You were watching him through the living room window, but when he put his hair in a low bun and took his shirt off, you had to go to your room to distract yourself.

Feeling bored, you decided he must be absolutely parched and could use a glass of water.

You grab two glasses of water for both of them and a bottle of beer for Eddie.

“I come bearing gifts” you announce walking over to them.

“Thanks, ba- bro. Thanks, bro” Eddie almost slips, but luckily Steve doesn’t realize anything.

“You didn’t bring me a beer?” Steve pouts.

“You have work soon. You want one get it yourself. You’re welcome, by the way”

Eddie chuckles and you can’t help but adore the sight of him.

Suddenly, You’re suddenly aware of the fact that Steve is watching you make eyes at Eddie.

“Well, um, I’m gonna go back inside.” You say and walk hastily inside.

“She’s been so weird. Do you think she’s acting differently lately?” Steve asks Eddie.

“Weird how?” Eddie’s voice goes up an octave.

“I don’t know. I think she’s got a boyfriend and scared to tell me. Just because she’s my younger sister doesn’t mean I’m gonna murder the guy she’s dating”

“Dude, when I first met her you threatened to shave my eyebrows off if I even thought about her.” Eddie cringes as he brings this up.

“That’s different. You’re one of my best friends it would be fucked up if you were…canoodling my sister.”

“Oh yeah. Definitely fucked up. Um, anyways, does she at least seem happy and stuff?” Eddie asks and hopes it doesn’t sound too obvious that he is in fact canoodling his best friend's sister.

“Annoyingly happy. She’s always smiling like it would kill her if she stopped. It’s creepy” Eddie looks away from Steve because he can’t contain the ginormous smile on his face.

“Well when you meet him, just try to keep in mind how happy she’s been lately.” He says in hopes that when Steves inevitably finds out, he’ll remember this conversation.

It’s highly unlikely.

“Alright, your car is good to go. Wanna make sure she starts?” Eddie suggests and Steve gets in the car. Both boys cheer at the sound of his car starting.

“You’re a lifesaver. I gotta get ready for work but feel free to stick around and use the pool. Maybe keep an eye on y/n so she doesn’t invite over whatever asshole she’s dating.” Steve is half joking and Eddie gives an awkward chuckle.

_

While Steve is in the shower, Eddie finds his way into your bedroom.

You’re lying on your side reading a book, completely unaware of his presence. He stands in your doorway and admires you until he decides he wants to be a menace.

In true Eddie fashion, instead of saying something to make you notice him he jumps on top of you, making you yelp.

“Well that’s one way to get my attention” You say and set your book on your night stand.

“And you’re half naked. That’s the best way to get my attention.” Eddie says, referring to you being dressed only in a sports bra and the shortest shorts in existence.

Eddie grabs you and flips you so you’re on top of him. You can’t help but kiss him for a couple of minutes before pulling away to stop.

“We can’t.” A kiss. “Steve is home.” Another kiss. “Let’s go downstairs” You let your forehead rest on his and give him a chaste peck before moving off of him. You throw on a t-shirt and leave your bedroom.

“Guess what Steve told me while I was working on his car.” Eddie says while following you down the steps.

“What?”

“He thinks you have a boyfriend.”

“Fuck, he doesn’t know it’s you, right?”

You both sit on the couch and leave a respectable distance between each other.

“Are you kidding? We both know I would not be alive if that was the case. He wants me to hang out here so you don’t invite your mystery man over. Oh, and might’ve said something about you being insanely happy…”

“I am insanely happy.” I love you is what you really want to say.

“And you can hang out here. As long as you don’t mind going for a swim. It’s so hot outside I can barely stand being in these clothes” You lower your voice when you say the last part.

Before he can respond with a typical suggestive comment, Steve comes back downstairs to say goodbye before heading to work.

“Alright, I gotta head out. I won’t be home until late. You staying home tonight?” He asks you

“Oh, I don’t know. Laura hasn’t asked me to stay with her yet”

“Well, she can stay here, ya know? Unless there’s another reason…”

“Nope, not at all. You better get going, you don’t wanna be late!”

Eddie tries to keep a straight face and Steve leaves without another word.

It feels like an eternity before he pulls out of the driveway

“Up for a swim?”

Eddie nods quickly.

_

You’re trying to decide which bathing suit you want to wear and Eddie waits patiently on your bed. He turned on music to entertain him knowing it takes you ages to make a decision, but he isn’t complaining. He loves your look of concentration.

“Wear the red one,” He suggest. “You look sexy in red. Or maybe we should just go naked”

He wiggles his eyebrows

“Yeah, you’d like that. But on a day like this, I’m betting either our friends or the kids show up unannounced to use the pool”

“Yeah that would be just our luck”

You begin to get undressed and Eddie looks around your room to avoid being so obvious.

“Eds, you can look. Nothin you haven’t seen before”

“Just trying to be respectful, sweetheart”

“Since when?”

He laughs and finally looks at you. He feels like the air has been knocked out of him.

“I have a feeling Laura is definitely going to ask you to spend the night. Something tells me she’s really gonna need you tonight”

“Well, lucky for her, I’m in the mood to be a very good friend tonight”

“Hmm maybe we could postpone our swim so you can be a good friend right now” He pats his lap for you to join him.

“Can’t I be a good friend in the pool?” You’re already walking over to him to straddle his lap

“Maybe you can be now and later… if you catch my drift”

“I always catch your drift. You aren’t exactly subtle”

“Shut up and kiss me. I’m dying here”

You oblige quickly.

While lost in the kiss, you suddenly become aware of the fact that you’re completely naked while Eddie is fully clothed.

Your hands fly to the hem of his shirt and you quickly remove it so you can get back to kissing him.

His hands move to gently massage your tits and you moan into his mouth then start to grind on him slowly, making him moan in response.

He’s hard against you and you come to the conclusion that you want to give him some relief as soon as possible.

You take your lips off of his and trail kisses down his jaw and neck. You move into a position that allows you to kiss down his chest and stomach until you reach his happy trail.

You begin to gently suck and kiss at his happy trail and his breathing gets heavier. Usually he’s the big teaser, but you wanted to flip the script.

Your hand palms him through his jeans and he groans. “Baby, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Lemme take my pants off. Busting in my jeans isn’t exactly on my agenda”

You choose to be nice and start to take his pants off. Apparently you aren’t doing it fast enough because he stands up and removes his pants and boxers.

No matter how many times you’ve seen his cock, it still makes you drool.

“Lemme suck you off. Please”

“On your knees, baby”

You swiftly move to your knees when Eddie sits on the edge of your bed.

He looks down at you and admires the way you’re staring at his dick

“Get to it, love. Wanna cum in that pretty mouth”

You spit in your palm and give him a few pumps before wrapping your lips around him

At first, you just focus on the tip and swirl your tongue. He tries to stop his hips from thrusting so he can go deeper.

“Don’t tease me, pretty girl. You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

You nod and take him deeper. He lets out a loud moan and you begin to bob your head a little faster.

“Fuck, that’s it. Always take my cock so well”

After a few more seconds, you pull back and he whines. “Want you to be rough, Eddie. Don’t hold back”

He smirks and gathers your hair in his fist. “Smack my leg twice if it's too much. Got it?”

“Got it”

“Stick your tongue out for me, baby”

You listen and he taps his cock on your tongue a few times before fully putting it back in your mouth.

He starts thrusting slowly to warm you up. You whine to let him know you want it faster.

His pace starts to pick up and he looks down at you to make sure you’re alright

Your eyes are closed and he feels his dominant side creeping up on him.

“Eyes on me or you won’t be cumming at all today”

You open your eyes and look up at him. Your eyes are watery and your pupils are blown wide.

Fuck, he can’t believe your his girl

Eddie starts to fuck your throat relentlessly and you moan around him. Your hands hold his thighs and you squeeze them hard. He worries it's too much for you. “You okay?”

Neither of you have broken eye contact and you give him a nod to keep going.

Tears are spilling from your eyes and you look so fucking pretty it should be illegal.

“I’m gonna cum in that fucking mouth and you’re not gonna waste a drop. Want you to swallow all of it”

His thrusts grow sloppy and you know he’s about to finish

Soon his warmth fills your mouth and you’re both moaning. He can’t believe how much this turns you on.

He pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air.

“Not too rough, right?” He takes your hand to help you off your knees

“Not at all. I liked it, just need a minute”

He smiles and moves to sit against your headboard. You go back to straddling him.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck and his arms wrap around you.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes.

“Teddy” You whisper in a sing-song voice. He always knows you’re feeling vulnerable when you call him Teddy. “Yeah?”

You pull back to look at him.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything”

“I, uh, know we haven’t been together that long, but I really need to get this off my chest”

He mentally prepares himself for what you’re gonna say

“I love you. So much that I feel like I’m gonna explode and I’m sorry if it’s too soon or something but I just can’t hold it in anymore”

“Too soon? Psh. Pretty sure I fell in love with you first day I met ya”

“Really?” You smile so wide it almost hurts

“Really. Steve was talking shit about my music and you said something like ‘Steve, you cry listening to time after time by cindy lauper. I don’t think you should be talking’ and I just knew I wanted to be yours”

You both laugh at the memory and bask in the feeling of being total lovesick idiots.

After a few moments of silence, you speak up.

“I’m ready, Eds. I want you. Can’t imagine it being anyone else”

“You sure? I don’t mind waiting”

“One hundred percent sure. Now show me what ya got, Munson”

“How romantic. Lay down for me”

Unbeknownst to you, Robin is currently downstairs looking for you to see if you’re up for a swim. Little does she know, Eddie is currently eating you out like it’s his job.

Between the music in your room and being so lost in the moment, neither of you hear the footsteps approaching your room.

Robin isn’t exactly familiar when it comes to having boundaries and she swings your door open without knocking and is met with the sight of Eddie between your legs.

Both of you abruptly turn your heads and all three of you are frozen.

Robin quickly turns around but doesn’t move. “Oh, I’m sorry it seems I’ve opened to door to an alternate fucking dimension where this makes sense” If this was under different circumstances, this sentence probably would’ve made you laugh.

Without another word, she frantically walks out of your room

“Robin, wait!” You call after her and put your robe on to follow her. Eddie also gets up and gets dressed to follow the both of you.

“Am I suffering from heat exhaustion? Does that cause hallucinations? I need to sit down”

Robin sits on the couch, looking a little bit traumatized from walking in on you and Eddie.

Eddie giggles and you lightly elbow him.

You don’t really know what to say. You always assumed you would tell Steve first and then everyone would find out in a completely different way.

“So…” Eddie starts

“What the fuck did I just walk in on? I’m seriously confused”

“Well, ya see, Robin, when two people love each other-”

“That’s not what I mean, Munson. I mean- wait. Did you just say love? Like in love? Can someone please start explaining I wasn’t joking about the being confused part!”

“Okay” You breathe out “Eddie and I have been seeing each other for the past couple of months and it’s been going really great so we didn’t wanna tell anyone because we were scared that things might get complicated, especially if Steve knew”

“Oh my god I didn’t even think about Steve. He is going to kill you!” She points at Eddie

“We know that’s why you can’t tell anybody” He responds

“This is huge, guys! I have to tell somebody that you two are hooking up I am incapable of keeping this to myself” She gets up and begins to pace

“Rob, please you have to keep it a secret. I know it’s big but I promise we’ll tell Steve soon so you don’t have to keep it a secret too long”

“We will?” Eddie asks

“Eventually, yeah. We sort of have to. What, are we not gonna invite him to the wedding?” You realize what you’ve just said and your eyes widen. “I mean, we aren’t getting married. I just, um, what I meant to say was-”

“You’re adorable, ya know that?” He smiles at you and you forget Robin’s having a total freakout for a moment.

“Before you two start doing it on the coffee table, I need to know the details because as your best friend, I am truly offended you kept this from me”

All three of you sit down and you and Eddie tell her all about your relationship, obviously sparing the dirty details. (She’s going to try to get them out of you later).

“Aw, so you guys are in love! This is so great, especially for you, Eddie. y/n is most definitely out of your league”

He doesn’t hesitate to agree.

“I guess I should go to let you guys…continue. By the way, both of you owe me. I’m talking personal chauffeurs and buying me pretty gifts. Deal?”

“Deal”

“I’d love a ride to the mall tomorrow” She says, walking to the door.

“Bye, Robin!”

“So, was that a mood ruiner for you or…” Eddie asks

You stand up and extend your hand out to him. “C’mon”

He takes your hand and you lead him back up to your bedroom.

Eddie unties your robe and you let it fall to the floor. His clothes are off seconds after you lie back down on the bed.

He hovers over you and his eyes bore into yours, making you feel safer than you’ve ever felt.

“I love you”

“I love you, more” Your hand cups his cheek

“Impossible” He kisses your wrist before leaning down to kiss you properly.

“Do you have any condoms?” He asks in a hushed tone

“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill”

He smiles and gives you a passionate kiss

Eddie grabs his cock and guides in through your slick folds. You gasp when it hits your clit.

“Are you ready?” He asks

“More than ready” you smile up at him.

“Tell me if anything hurts, kay?”

“Kay”

He starts by just putting the tip in and you both moan at the same time.

“More. I’m okay”

He slowly goes a little bit deeper and gives you time to adjust before he starts to move.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so fucking wet”

“You’re so big. Feels so good inside me”

His pace picks up a little and you pull him down so he’s laying on top of you and you wrap your arms around him.

You didn’t expect this to feel as good as it does. After hearing stories from friends, you expected it to be completely uncomfortable and awkward, but you haven’t experienced either of those feelings.

“I’m not gonna last much longer” He pants

His hand slides between your bodies and he starts to rub your clit, making your back arch.

His middle and ring finger work faster on your sweet spot and you feel like you’re seeing stars

“Please don’t stop I’m so close, Eddie”

“Me too, baby. Cum with me. Need to feel you cum around my cock”

Both of your moans are getting louder and Eddie lets out a deep groan when he feels you walls clench around him.

You feel Eddie’s cum fill you up and it sends you over the edge.

Your nails are scratching his back and he collapses on top of you, kissing your neck as you work through your orgasm.

Both of you lay there in silence and you run your fingers through his hair and he hums in gratitude.

“I’ll be right back” He says before leaving your bedroom.

He returns with a glass of water and a warm rag to clean you up.

He starts to clean you up and you hiss a little at the contact, making him look up at you warily.

“Sensitive. I’m okay”

Once he’s done, he moves to hold you in his arms.

“How was that? Wasn’t painful or anything, was it?”

“It was perfect. I never imagined it being that good”

You can practically see his ego inflate, but he deserves it.

“Me neither. Best I’ve ever had”

You roll your eyes, but he means every word.

You take a nap before going to Eddie’s and spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other, making each new time the best you’ll both ever have.

_

It’s been two weeks since Robin found out and she’s been loving making you and Eddie her personal servants.

Even if you didn’t do these things for her, she still wouldn’t spill your secret, but she can’t deny that she’s enjoying it.

The group is spending the day enjoying your pool and you wore your red bathing suit that Eddie loves so much.

It’s almost impossible for him to keep his hands off of you

“y/n, would you be a dear and get me a drink from inside please?” She smirks at you and you have no choice but to compel

“Anything for my queen” You say before heading inside.

“Ugh, can someone look at this freckle on my shoulder. Is it concerning looking?” Robin tries to get a good look at her freckle but can’t get the right angle, so Eddie helps her out.

“Oh, it looks fine. y/n has one like that on her hip”

Steve immediately whips his head towards Eddie and shoots daggers at him.

“What?” Steve says through gritted teeth

“What?” Eddie’s eyes widen when he realizes what he’s done.

“How in the world do you know she has a freckle on her hip?”

“Um, everyone knows. She talks about it all the time, duh”

“You’re dead, man.”

When you walk outside and see Steve chasing Eddie around the pool, you don’t think anything of it until you hear Steve yell “I’m gonna fucking kill you” and your stomach drops.

He knows

Robin notices you and looks like she has no idea what to do

“y/n, I have it on good authority that Steve knows about you and Eddie”

You hurriedly give Robin her drink and join in the wild goose chase around the pool

“Steve, stop! You’re overreacting”

He halts, suddenly. “Overreacting? You’ve gotta be kidding me. How long has this been going on?”

“About two and a half months” you answer

“Two and a half months?!”

“C’mon, Steve. Lets just talk this out” Eddie tries to level with him

“Great idea. I’ll go first” Steve starts “You, Eddie Munson, have been doing my little sister and you’ve both been lying about it. What, you were tired of no one wanting to fuck you so you took advantage of her?”

“Hey! I’m not gonna stand here and let you talk about him like that! I’m an adult, Steve, I can make my own decisions. he’s not taking advantage of me I can’t believe you’d even say something like that”

“Babe, it’s okay-”

“Babe? Seriously? I feel like I’m in the goddamn twilight zone! Did you know about this?” He turns to look at Robin

“I, um, might’ve had some idea, but only because I walked in on them doing it!”

“Robin!” you and Eddie shout at the same time and she apologizes.

“Well, that’s just great. So all three of you were lying? I can’t believe this. You know he’s gonna leave you once he gets bored because that's what guys do, y/n”

“No, Steve. That's what you do” You argue back

Before it gets any more heated, Eddie walks over to you. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him.

“I know you’re mad, but we aren’t just hooking up. I love her. I can promise you I’m not leaving her”

You see Steve’s face soften once Eddie says this. He’s always been a bit of a romantic.

“You mean that? You guys are like, in love and shit?”

Eddie looks at you and smiles. “Yeah. In love and shit”

Steve’s mood shifts entirely, like he was never upset at all.

“Oh my god, that’s great! My best friend and my sister! Dude, we’re gonna be brother-in-laws”

“Okay, let’s slow down” You say, not wanting to scare Eddie off and you’re also extremely surprised at his sudden reaction shift.

“Oh, c’mon babe, we are so gonna be brother-in-laws” He leans down to pull you into a kiss

“Alright, gross. I don’t need visuals of you two, I’m still having nightmares about the hickey I saw on your neck a while ago”

You hide your face, embarrassed.

“I desperately need a beer after that. Robin, help me grab drinks for everyone” Steve and Robin disappear, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“So, cats outta the bag” You wrap your arms around Eddie’s torso and his hands fall to your hips.

“Dustin’s gonna be so pumped. He’s been waiting on me to make my move on you forever”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now? Dustin?” You both laugh

“Sorry, the little dude’s just got a way about him. It’s kinda freaky”

You move your arms to drape around his neck and look into his eyes.

He leans down to kiss you because that’s something you can do now without fear of getting caught.

“I love that I can do that whenever and wherever now”

“Hmm, think Steve will still have a problem with that”

“Who cares? Don’t know if you heard but he��s gonna be my brother-in-law”

“Think we can sneak off to my room?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re super sneaky”

Steve and Robin don’t say a word when they catch you and Eddie sneaking through your bedroom window.

Turns out neither of you are as sneaky as you think.

[sideeve]

NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU BABY with Jason Todd

even as the arkham knight , he would never let anything bad happened to you

arkham knight x f!batgirl!reader/jason todd x f!batgirl!reader

based off of the game “arkham knight” and the dlc “a matter of family” , angst , bruce is your father ( adopted or not ) , reader and jason are in love but are not together , jason pretty much kidpnapping the reader , reader’s race or looks aren’t specified , lovers reunited trope

“breaking news! commissioner gordon has been captured by the joker.”

bruce has called you to the batcave, informing you about the upcoming mission he is sending you on. “well why can’t you do it?” jason questions, following behind you. “because, jason, joker specifically said that if i attempted at saving the commissioner, he will die. i can’t risk it.”

jason groans. “it’s okay, jason. i’ll be back soon. with gordon alive.” you attempt at cheering him up. “but…i don’t like you going alone.” you smirk at him pouting. you began to promise him, “i know. after this, we’ll go on every mission together.”

while on your way to the abandoned amusement park, jason always chimed in, checking on you. “i’m at the park.” jason hums, “why are you being quiet all of a sudden?” he doesn’t answer.

you grew nervous, you have never been on a mission with back up. “fuck.” you whispered under you breath. there was a thug rounding next to you, inching close to you. “don’t worry, [ name ]. you got this.” he spoke in your com.

little did you know that jason was perched right on your location, watching you. “how can you be so sure?” he took this as a moment to help you. “well for one, robins are good luck.” he smirks at you.

it’s been three years since you stepped down from the title as batgirl. you couldn’t stand to fight crime without your best friend by your side.

bruce accepted your choice, even though he has told you to never step down from a fight. but he understood your reasoning. he missed jason too.

but you didn’t leave bruce all together. you still helped him. just behind a screen.

“[ name ]! lock the clock tower now!” bruce screams at you. “what are you talking about? no one knows i’m here.” you laugh off his urgency.

the elevator door sounds, catching you attention. before you could see the person, a smoke bomb explodes, covering the room. “go! go! go!”

you couldn’t see anything. you felt a hand grab your arm. you tried to fight them off, but they were too strong.

“let go of me!” your cries were muffled by a gloved hand. “shh, i’ve got you. nothing is going to hurt you. now that i’m here.”

you felt a needle poke you, inserting a liquid in your arm, making you drowsy.

you woke up in an unfamiliar room. the bed was soft. the room had a good temperature. it was like…your home. but it wasn’t.

“you’re awake. finally.” the booming voice makes you jump. “i didn’t mean to scare you. really, the plan wasn’t to scare you at all. but, you were acting terrible. and i couldn’t do anything else.”

he laughs humorlessly. “what-who are you?” your voice quivers. “you really don’t know, do you, [ name ]?” he clicks a button, his mask lifting, exposing his face.

“oh my god…” you felt your heart jump out of your chest. “i thought you were dead. joker sent the video and everything. bruce and i didn’t stop looking for you. how are you…”

“i know. it’s a lot to explain. but i’m back.” you run up to hug him. “don’t you ever leave me again, asshole.” he laugh, “not planning on it.”

[rashoumon-homo]

“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” - SKK Valentine’s Week Day 6

Prompts used: Cuddling | Memories | “In my defence, I was left unsupervised.”

-> TW for (animal) vomit

As he did most mornings, Chuuya woke up to an uncomfortable weight on his chest and the sound of purring. Without even opening his eyes, he knew the familiar weight was that of Fishstick, his cat, standing directly on top of him. Fishstick sniffed Chuuya’s face intently while continuing to purr, tickling him with his whiskers. Chuuya squirmed away and finally squinted up at the cat. A pair of intense yellow eyes stared into his; boldly contrasted from his pitch black fur.

No matter how tempting it was to just push the cat off of him and go back to sleep, Chuuya knew the inevitable consequences of that all too well. Fishstick wasn’t a very vocal cat, so when he wanted to be heard, he’d rely on the voice of his adopted brother, Cheese Beast. What Cheese Beast lacked in brain cells, he made up for in enthusiasm. He was the epitome of “orange cat” and unfortunately, he could scream pretty fucking loud.

“Dazai,” Chuuya grumbled, flopping his arm over to the other side of the bed to shake his boyfriend awake. “The gremlins want food.”

Dazai grunted and buried his face deeper into his pillow. Fishstick looked back and forth between them, surveying the situation, then hopped off the bed to go look for his brother. Chuuya was just drifting off again when he heard a piercing meow from the doorway. He cursed under his breath. Maybe Cheese Beast would let him sleep for once.

Nope. The orange cat parked himself by the edge of the bed and meowed continuously at an almost impressive volume for how small he was. Since he wasn’t getting the attention he wanted, he moved on to his next tactic: misbehaving. He batted a pen off the nightstand and pounced on it, attacking it with all four paws before zooming around the room. The meows began again, but this time sounding much more pitiful. Chuuya finally gave in and sat up, only to find Cheese Beast halfway up the curtains, hanging on with his claws.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Chuuya grumbled. He got up and untangled the cat from the fabric, setting him safely on the ground to scold him. “We don’t climb curtains,” he said sternly. “That was very bad. Bad cat.”

Cheese Beast eyed his pajama pants like he was considering climbing those instead.

Chuuya sighed and headed to the kitchen, the cats following eagerly behind him. He opened a can of wet food (removing Cheese Beast from the counter twice) and divided it into two separate dishes.

On his way over to the placemat, both cats weaved in and out of his legs as if trying to trip him. He activated his ability, hovering just out of reach so they wouldn’t get underfoot.

When he set the dishes down, the cats immediately dug in. Fishstick was a bit more careful with how he ate, making sure not to spill any. Although, anything would be considered careful compared to how Cheese Beast quite literally faceplanted into his food, getting it all over his face and the placemat.

Chuuya just shook his head and headed back into the kitchen. It was a weekend, and he was hoping to sleep a little longer, so he opted to pour himself a glass of orange juice instead of making coffee. He carefully carried it back to his room.

When he entered the bedroom, he saw Dazai fast asleep, Cheese Beast curled up in his arms. The cat still had wet food stuck to his nose and whiskers and even his forehead, but he too was sleeping happily. The image reminded Chuuya of the day Dazai had brought Cheese Beast home.

It was a busy time in the Port Mafia, so Chuuya often had to work long hours and occasionally got called into work unexpectedly. This was one of those days, and Chuuya felt especially bad about it since he and Dazai had planned to spend the day together. He’d bid Dazai a guilty farewell, promising to make it up to him.

When he arrived home nearly 12 hours later, he walked in on Dazai laying on the couch cuddling an orange kitten. He hadn’t spotted Chuuya yet, so Chuuya was able to watch for a minute as he gently stroked the kitten’s fur with a soft smile on his face.

“A kitten?” he asked, breaking the silence.

Dazai jumped, looking guilty. “In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”

“Where did you find it?”

“He was left in a box outside Lupin bar. He seemed so lonely and I was lonely too so I thought I’d bring him home, just for a little while at least,” Dazai explained. More quietly, he added, “He reminds me of you.”

Chuuya thought things over. They weren’t exactly in professions that made it easy to keep a pet, but cats are relatively low-maintenance. Plus, Chuuya had been feeling like their little family needed expanding. No way in hell was he going to want a child, so a pet was the next best thing. Ideally, it would have been a dog, but he knew that was off the table to begin with since Dazai didn’t like dogs. And the way he looked when he was playing with that cat… Chuuya would give anything to see him truly happy like that more often.

“What’s his name?” Chuuya finally asked.

Dazai lit up. “I’ve been calling him Cheese Beast.”

“Cheese Beast?”

“Yeah! He was really hungry but I wasn’t sure what to feed him so I tried giving him some shredded cheese. He loved it, ate a whole handful in seconds.”

“Dazai,” Chuuya groaned. “You can’t just feed cats cheese. Dairy isn’t good for them, it makes their stomach upset.”

Right on cue, Cheese Beast barfed up said dairy onto Dazai’s vest. Dazai wrinkled his nose and reached for the box of tissues. Chuuya popped his head in the kitchen to grab some paper towels.

“We should take him to the vet for a checkup too,” Chuuya said as he helped wipe down Dazai’s chest. “Just to make sure he doesn’t have any diseases or anything.”

Dazai nodded. “So it’s okay if we keep him?”

Chuuya drew his mouth into a line. “If you promise to put in the work to take care of him… fine.”

Chuuya’s thoughts were brought back to the present day as he saw Dazai softly smile in his sleep. He looked so cozy like that, with Cheese Beast asleep in his arms and the blanket pulled half over them.

He’d discovered pretty quickly in the first few weeks of caring for the cat that the “orange cat” stereotypes were more than true. In hopes a friend would calm him down, he and Dazai stopped by the shelter and picked up Fishstick. The shelter workers said he was a quiet, mellow cat, so they’d thought he’d be perfect. Instead they ended up giving Cheese Beast a partner in crime.

Fishstick rubbed against Chuuya’s leg.

“Done with your breakfast?” Chuuya murmured, reaching down to scratch between his ears. “C’mon, let’s go back to sleep.”

He climbed back into bed, Fishstick close behind him. They settled into bed next to Dazai and Cheese Beast and, all curled up together, drifted off to sleep.

@bsdfanweek

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Sorry for missing a couple prompt days! Life has been super hectic lately. I really wanted to write this one though so I wrote it mid migraine (somehow) and here it is just a couple hours late! This is gonna be the last work I do for this prompt week so I wanted to say thank you to the mods for setting this up. It was super fun!

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[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 008: Lina

Word count: 1616

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I sat up on the bed after having another nightmare. I took a deep breath and looked over at the clock in the nightstand, it was 6:16 am and it was still dark. Since it’s winter, sunrise is almost at 9 am. Crazy, I know. I’m used to having the sun out by 6 or 7 in the morning.

I decided to get up and put on a jacket before walking out of the room. I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth and then I tied my hair in a ponytail before I headed downstairs.

The guys were dead asleep still and the house was filled with pure silence. I went to the kitchen and decided to make some coffee and while I waited, I walked over to the shelf that was in the dining room. I looked over at the few pictures that Nick had there and I smiled a little. They were pictures of me when I was younger, alone, with him and/or with Maria.

I gotta say, I’m really grateful with how everything turned out and I’m very thankful that Nick took me in. Who would’ve thought, Nick Fury adopting a girl after rescuing her. He’s such a softie, don’t let that tough guy act fool you.

When the coffee was done, I poured some in a cup then I put some creamer and sugar in it. There was obviously enough coffee for the guys for when they wake up. I grabbed my cup and then I went outside, it was snowing a little. I sat on the porch and I just stayed there, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, as I finished my coffee. I heard some noise inside and I just assumed it was one of the guys, probably Steve since he’s an early bird. But I realized I was wrong when I saw Bucky walking out of the house.

“Morning.” I said

“Hey, you.” He looked at me “You’re up pretty early.”

“You are too.” I said and he sat next to me

“Well I think I slept enough.” He sighed

“Still having trouble sleeping?” I looked at him

“Kinda.”

“It’s the house, right? It creaks at night, it makes it hard to sleep sometimes.”

“It does creaks.” He let out a soft chuckle “But it’s not that.”

“Is it the bed? The pillow?” I asked “Does Steve snores too much?”

“You know what? He does snores, it’s insane.”

“I know, it makes me nuts, you would think that after 70 years of sleep he would learn not to snore.”

“I concur.” He chuckled

“Well you could sleep in Sam’s room.”

“Hell no.”

“My room is available if you want.” I said and he looked at me arching an eyebrow “I didn’t mean it like that, oh my god.” I ran a hand over my forehead kinda embarrassed

He laughed a little. “Then how did you mean it?”

“I meant like, I don’t mind switching beds with you, you perv.” I said and he chuckled

“Relax, I know.”

“Well that.” I said “My room doesn’t creak.”

“Tempting.” He nodded slowly “Thanks, doll, but I think it’s okay.”

“Well suit yourself.” I shrugged “I made coffee, by the way, in case you want a cup.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

“Of course.”

Bucky stayed with me for a while until he went back inside to go grab a cup of coffee, but I decided to stay outside for a few more minutes. I was there for a while, till I started to get cold so I went back inside. I washed the coffee cup and saw the time on the stove. 7:32 am. It was still early so I just decided to lay on the couch and watch tv and I did find a channel in English thank god. Although it was just the news, but I don’t care. At least it wasn’t in danish.

Like half an hour later I heard some footsteps coming down the stairs and when I turned my head I saw Steve.

“Hey, you’re up.” He said walking towards me

“Yup.” I nodded

“How are you feeling?” He asked lifting my legs so he could sit on the couch, then he placed them on top of his “You woke up pretty early.”

“Yeah, I think that I’m still a little anxious.” I replied “But I feel a little better than yesterday.”

“That’s good.”

“I made coffee.”

“I know, I could smell it from the room.”

“You know? You snore too much, you don’t let your poor friend sleep in peace.” I told him

“What are you talking about?” He looked at me

I chuckled. “I’m kidding, it’s just that Bucky said that he sometimes has a hard time sleeping and we were saying that it’s because you snore.”

“I do not snore.” He shook his head

“Yes you do.”

“I do not.”

“You do.” I nodded “It may be kinda light, but you do.”

“Oh my god.” He rolled his eyes

“And with Bucky’s super soldier hearing, I bet the poor man can’t even close his eyes.”

“You’re so exaggerated.” He said and I just laughed.

(…)

* hours later *

“Cat, there’s some mashed potatoes left in the microwave if you want more.” Steve told me

He was in charge of dinner and it wasn’t too bad. Mashed potatoes with bacon bits and cheese and some nuggets. 9/10 because he didn’t make gravy.

“Thanks.” I answered as I drank a sip from my water bottle

“So what’s Cat short for?” Bucky asked “Is it for Catherine?” I was about to talk but he interrupted me “But you don’t look like a Catherine.. unless it really is your name of course.. is it?.”

“No, I’m not a Catherine.” I shook my head

“Cathleen?”

“No.”

“Catrina?”

“Kinda close, is Catalina.”

“Is it really?” He said and I nodded “I like it.”

“It’s too long.” I crinkled my nose

“It’s a pretty name.”

I shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“Why Cat and not Lina? That would be a good nickname too.”

“Well Cat is shorter and cuter than Lina.”

“Lina’s nice, nobody calls you Lina?”

“No, it’s just Cat.”

“But why?”

I chuckled. “You don’t like Cat?”

“I mean it’s okay, I guess, Lina is prettier.”

“Why Bucky and not Jamie or Jimmy if your first name is James?” I asked and he tilted his head “Ah? Gotcha there.”

“Bucky sounds cooler.”

“It does.” I nodded “Nobody has called me Lina, like ever, it’s always been Cat.”

“Well Lina sounds better.”

I rolled my eyes laughing. “Whatever you say.”

“Good, then Lina it is.”

“Don’t call me Lina.”

“But why? I like it.”

I just sighed. “Alright, do whatever you want, I don’t care whatsoever.”

“Good.”

+ + +

*hours later, let’s suppose it’s nighttime already*

It’s 11 pm and the guys are watching a movie. Although Cat is not really watching it since she was doing another word search. But Sam and Steve are the ones watching it since Bucky is helping her to find the last word, which she can’t find and has already gave up saying that the word is just not there.”

“I swear, I think they forgot to put it.” She said “It’s not there.”

“Can you be quiet for a second? I’m trying to concentrate and your voice is distracting me.” He said to her while he was still looking for the word

“You’re not gonna find it.”

“Shh.”

After a few minutes, Bucky ended up finding the word.

“Give me that.” He took the pen out of Cat’s hand and circled it “I found it.”

“Ay Dios mío, half an hour later.” She said taking back the little book “Thanks, by the way.”

(Oh my god)

“You’re welcome.” He said watching as she wrote the date on the top corner of the page

And he noticed the little tattoo on her wrist. It was a little semicolon that had butterfly wings on its side.

“How many you got?” He asked pointing at it

“Like eight or nine, I think.” She replied

“Where?”

“Um, right here.” She lifted her other arm showing him the rose she had tatted on her other wrist “And here.” She lifted her pajama short showing him the phrase she had there

It was high so even if she had shorts, it couldn’t be seen unless she lifted up a little bit. It said “and here you are living despite it all”.

“And I have a few more, but those are in places that I usually have covered.” She said

“When did you get them?”

“Well my first one was the rose and I got it when I was 17, I went with Natasha since I was a minor.” She replied “The rest I got them at 18 and 19, the last one I got is on my ribs. Is very small.”

“Are they all small?”

“Kinda.” She shrugged “I think the biggest one is the one I have on my back.”

“Did it hurt?”

“That one yes, like hell.” She nodded “You like tattoos?”

“Well I don’t hate them.”

“Would you get one?” She asked

“I don’t know.”

“It’ll heal fast because of the serum.”

“What if it also ends up fading away?”

“Wanna test it out?” She tilted her head “With some stick and poke?”

“You’re crazy, absolutely not.” He said almost instantly, which made Cat laugh “I don’t trust you to do stick and pokes on my skin.”

“What do you know? What if I’m good?”

“Well something tells me you’ve never done it before, or am I wrong?”

“Well no, but..”

He cut her off. “It’s not happening.”

“Ugh, whatever, dude.” She rolled her eyes laughing “Suit yourself.”

a/n: chat, should i show the rest of Cat’s tattoos? Would you guys like to see them? lol

a/n #2: i wanted to clarify the date, by this chapter is December 2016 (like i said, the story takes place during and after Civil War so in this story im gonna put, like, those years where they were fugitives so yeah, just wanted to clarify that (in the movies, the time between Civil War and Infinity War is two years but in the story, it’ll be three years because i want it to be that way and because i can make it like that lmaoo)

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[troutfur]

prompt if you still need: fernkit/paw wondering if she'll ever become a warrior and wondering why she's still in the nursery/just starting her apprenticeship while cloudpaw gets apprenticed first and becomes a warrior before the other cats that are older than him -- brightpaw and swiftpaw.

[according to canon, she's born in the summer at the end-ish of into the wild. she's not even an apprentice until the following summer of rising storm. her and ashkit/paw are full adults in the nursery.]

I just HAD to do this one since it's so goddamn funny. The Erins did my favorite timeline fuckup TWICE. GOD. Knowing them it's probably many more, actually. Diversity win! Due to authorial incompetence this character is now adult in primary education representation!

For the unaware, it's an important plot point that The Sight takes place towards the end of winter/beginning of spring, since the whole of the plot can be tracked almost day by day pretty accurately and only takes up about a single moon, with the climax at the Daylight Gathering which explicitly happens during the first full moon of the spring.

However, in Sunrise during the subplot in which Jayfeather goes snooping in Leafpool's business, it is established him and his siblings were born in... winter! Leafpool's Wish later on doubles down on this nonsense which has forever ruined my ability to take the parentage reveal investigation seriously. CLEARLY such a basic timeline fuckup must mean Jayfeather's memory is shit and not to be trusted.

Typically I ignore this when creating timelines for my work, but I do have the jokey headcanon that Firestar was so furious about the fox kits incident that he refused to apprentice them until they were grown-ass adults. lmao.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings! Let's go!

(Want to submit your own scenario for me to turn into 500 words of crack? Check out my guidelines and submit a prompt! Recently I did an askbox cleanup so I'm very much in need for a good few more to get to November 30th.)

“Ashkit, don’t you feel like there’s something just... wrong about all this?” Fernkit asked with her squeaky kit voice from where she was observing just at the entrance to the nursery.

Her twin brother looked to her from where he was batting at a mossball, his head tilted to the side with confussion. “What do you mean?”

She frowned. “It’s just that, you know...” she looked out. “Cloudpaw is getting his apprentice ceremony, but wasn’t he smaller than us? And didn’t he get bigger just now?”

“When we woke up we were the same size,” Ashkit replied with a shrug.

“Maybe but shouldnt’ that mean we should be apprenticed as well?” Fernkit asked.

“Well, Bluestar didn’t say it was our turn to be appentices yet,” Ashkit said. “And mom says that we must obey everything she says. So if she hasn’t said we should be apprenticed we should just obey.”

Fernkit took in a deep breath as she tried to think how to explain the situation. “But aren’t we supposed to become apprentices when we reach 6 moons old? Didn’t we reach that a while ago?”

“I’unno,” Ashkit replied.

“We were already here by the time Cloudpaw joined the Clan,” Fernkit pointed out. “Shouldn’t we at least be becoming apprentices alongside Cloudpaw?”

“I don’t know what you’re worrying so much about,” Ashkit finally said as he turned around. “Cloudpaw’s going to have to do chores around camp all day now and we get to play instead. What do you miss so much about becoming an apprentice?”

As her brother tossed out his mossball and walked off, Fernkit was left alone with her thoughts on the matter. She couldn’t deny that there was some truth to what her brother was saying but it still left her a tad... unsettled. Wasn’t he ever excited about the idea of finally leaving the nursery? Of getting to know the territory and the world outside of camp? Of doing all of the things their adopted littermate would get to do?

Fernpaw shook her head, refusing to keep dwelling on these thoughts. Perhaps Ashkit was right and it wasn’t their time just yet. Perhaps being in the nursery would be for the best.

And so she followed in his lead.

[aweirdfan101]

Hello dearies! @oni-otakue had an ask and I am here to fulfill it! I’m so sorry this took so long!! I had a lot of dental stuff and just overall health issues to deal with!! I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Yandere themes, not proof read

Type of writing: Fanfiction, Yandere headcanons

About: Yan! Myers(VTSOM) and Yan!Claude with a Fem!Daughter figure reader who asks them if they want her to have children! (Separate headcanons)

Characters: Myers(VTSOM) and Claude(VTSOM)

Yan!Myers x Fem!Daughter figure reader headcanons(Platonic)

💙I feel like Myers wouldn’t care too much about if you had children or not. As long as you weren’t in a relationship he didn’t mind. (Please remember surrogates and adoption is a thing)

💙If he did end up becoming a grandfather he would definitely spoil them, it would honestly be hard for him not to spoil your kids.

💙In his eyes you’re perfect and you’re his daughter. Your children are worth pretty much equal to you. He does genuinely love your children though, but he would sorta be absent more often since he has a business.

💙If you ever need help with raising your kids he more than likely just gets a nanny as I doubt he’s amazing with kids…

💙Yet something cute he does is literally reads a ‘How to Raise Kids’ manual. He probably shows up to your kids and says ‘How do you do my fellow kids?’

💙He tries to act ‘woke’ or ‘hip’ as he says. Yet he fails horribly. It’s honestly sometimes cringy, but also really funny. You probably have to pull him aside and tell him when something isn’t exactly in with the times.

💙He is probably pretty cuddly with your kids and often hugs them and offers to watch them. Also, when you’re kids are older he would definitely want to teach them about finance.

💙If Myers found out someone was posing any sort of threat to your kids. He could get them rid of easier than saying 1 2 3. And if they’re really pissing him off, he’ll gladly take care of it himself.

💙Myers would definitely try and show your kids his way of thinking and how to clean up blood and overall just yandere stuff. He 100% tries to teach them how to stalk someone. He usually starts it by ‘Don’t tell your mother.’

💙Myers is basically the rich grandpa who’s still a sweetheart and cuddly grandpa.

Yan!Claude x Fem!Daughter reader Figure headcanons(platonic)

💙Claude wouldn’t mind if you had kids. However, he would definitely make sure it’s either adoption or surrogacy. He is definitely a stricter grandpa and often watches over them for you.

💙He always wanted children, probably around 4. So he wouldn’t mind watching over your kids or even taking care of them if you had stuff to do or even just needed a break.

💙Claude probably researched a lot about having kids and babies. He helps you a lot with taking care of your kids and the biggest piece of advice he gives you is that if you’re tired and so drained just walk away from the baby for a moment. Take a breather and even take a nap for around an hour.

💙Claude is extremely protective over your kids. If someone even looks at them wrong they’re going missing. He’s a detective so he knows what police officers look for and knows how to avoid showing evidence.

💙Claude honestly takes almost like a father role of your kids at times. He’s pretty strict and tries to teach your kids something at any chance he can.

💙He’s pretty similar to Myers with teaching how to clean up blood, hiding bodies, but he’s a lot better at what to teach considering he’s dealt with murder cases before.

💙During your pregnancy if you do surrogacy, he’ll one 100% treat you like a princess and just ask for something he’ll get it for you. Even if the pregnancy is pretty easy, he knows pregnancy can sometimes suck so he wants to help where he can.

💙Claude very secretly wants you to have a girl kid. He doesn’t care what the gender is, but he wants to do their hair and if your son wants to have their hair done he gladly does it. Deep down he really just wants to style your kids hair, even though he sucks at it and is still learning.

💙Even though Claude’s strict it’s more than likely your kids will cling to him as he’s actually pretty sweet and deep down has a huge soft spot for them. He cries when he first meets your kids. He will forever hope you didn’t notice his tears. (he was full blown sobbing you noticed.)

[collectingsparechangemadeeasy1]

Bed Time Blues

HERE WE ARE AGAIN! I really struggled with writing this part ngl, had to write, and rewrite stuff a bajillion times. But! I’m pretty happy with how it came out! So I hope you enjoy! uwu

Ozpin sat alone in his room, shaky hands running through damp silver locks, he felt clammy and uncomfortable in his night clothes. He’d cast several light spells around the room, the glowing orbs casting a warm comforting light around the room. No longer did the dark green walls look inky black and confining, the pictures on the walls once more held precious and treasured memories, not shadowy ghouls and monsters. Maybe he’d take a late night bath, wash the sweat off him and warm up, and change into clothes that were dryer.

He yawned and stretched, but closing his eyes brought back visions of fires. Screaming. Oscar’s blood on his hands… Quickly he shook his head. “A nightmare. Only a nightmare… nothing more. Nothing more at all…”

Nightmares were nothing new to the man. They’d plagued him since he was a boy. Though… since adopting Oscar and building his cabin, they’d been far less frequent. Something he was deeply thankful for, even if it somehow meant the nightmares he did get felt much worse than the old ones.  More... real, more possible...

He had just swung his legs over the bed, and was about to put on the orange slippers Oscar had gotten him for his birthday last month, when there came a knock at the door. He tilted his head in curiosity and shuffled over. Opening it, the light from the orbs spilled into the hallway, and onto the face of his precious little son.

Ozpin couldn’t help the loving grin that overtook his face. His precious little boy, the light of his life. The thing that truly changed his life forever, and for the better. He was a blessing of the most wonderful kind. Finding him in the wreckage of that house was the best thing that ever happened to him, without a doubt.

He swiftly picked the boy up and brought him to the bed. Oscar was holding his sheep plushie in one hand, and the tail of his lion onesie in the other, he looked utterly adorable. Ozpin cuddled him up in his lap and rocked him quietly for a bit, rubbing his back in soothing circles and humming low. When Oscar appeared to still be awake, he looked down at the boy with a tender smile

“Are you going to tell me why you’re up so late my little junebug?” he asked gently, poking Oscar’s nose to make him giggle. Though the sweet noise only lasted a moment before it, and most of the joy in his little boy, seemed to get sapped out of him in an instant.

“I had a bad dream…” he murmured, hugging his sheep tighter, and pressing into Oz’s side more.

Seems to be going around tonight. He thought, pulling Oscar to his chest and kissing his hair. “Oh? Do you want to talk about it?”

“I-I was downstairs, and-and a monster came in and started chasing me! I tried to get to you, but I couldn’t! And you didn’t come when I called! I woke up just before the monster got me! I was so scared daddy!” the poor child promptly burst into tears, rivets of water cascading down his little freckled cheeks.

“Oh! Oh baby, it’s ok! It’s alright sweetheart!” he shushed, bouncing the little one in his arms and rubbing his back. “Shhh, shhh, it’s ok, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Remember what I told you? No monsters can get in here, cause I’m scarier than all the monsters, so they don’t even set foot on the property!”

Oscar stared up at him with his huge two tone eyes, wet and shiny with tears. “N-no-ot dre-eam monster th-though!”

“Ah… no, sadly I can’t stop the dream monsters.” he sighed sadly. As much as I wish I could. “But what I can do is help you beat them!”

“B-beat them?” he sniffled, “H-how?”

Ozpin smiled and set Oscar on his knee so he could look at him better. “First, you need to know that dream monsters can’t ever hurt you. They’re only in your dreams, and you wake up before they ever touch you! Second, dream monsters are just your brain's way of telling you something. So let's look at the dream, you were running from a monster in the house, and you kept trying to call me, but  I didn’t answer. Right?”

“Uh-huh.” Oscar sniffled, looking at him curiously.

Ozpin nodded sagely, “So… you’re scared of me not being here for you when you need me! And the best way I can help rid you of these fears is to give you a promise.”

“A promise!?” the child gasped, making Oz need to stifle a laugh at his shock.

“Yes darling, a promise. I, Ozpin Azrael Pine, promise you, Oscar Avabelle Pine, that I will always be here when you need me, and will always protect you from the monsters.” he swore, holding a hand over his heart to show his dedication.

Oscar put his own tiny hand over Ozpin's and nodded with an adorably serious face. “I accept your promise daddy, and will hold you to it forever!”

“Good! Ah but… there is one monster I can’t always protect you from…” Ozpin sighed, looking sadly at Oscar. “He strikes at random, and can possess people! But I can at least assure you that this monster is harmless!”

Oscar held his sheep up a bit, “W-what monster?”

“Why, it’s the tickle monster of course!” he roared, snatching up the tot and blowing a raspberry on his little belly, making him squeal in delight.

“EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! DAAAHAHHAAHADDY! NOHOHOHOHO!” he shrieked, pushing at Ozpin's face.

“I’m sorry Oscar! I can’t stop him!” he cried in mock sorrow, blowing another raspberry on the toddlers belly, then pretending to eat him alive. “Nom nom nom! The tickle monster is hungry for giggles!”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEH! DADDYYYYYIHIHIHIH!” he squealed and shrieked, kicking his little legs.

Ozpin laughed and finally stopped, cuddling Oscar close. “Ooooooh! I love you so much! MMMMMMMUAH!” he emphasized as he kissed Oscars cheek.

Oscar giggled and squeaked, curling into his papa’s chest. “Hehehe! You’re silly!”

“I know, it’s one of my best qualities.” he grinned back, laying back on his bed with a content sigh. “Do you still want to stay here tonight?”

“Mhm!” Oscar beamed, ducking under the covers and snuggling right in.

Ozpin chuckled softly and doused a few of the light spells to dim the room. Then he tucked Oscar snuggly in the sheets, gave him another kiss good night and closed his eyes.

But unlike Oscar, he didn’t sleep. Oscar had the reassurance of his father to keep his nightmares and fears at bay. Ozpin didn’t… his own bad dreams would come again, as they always did. More fire. More screaming. More… He looked at Oscar. His sweet, innocent, loving son. The being in which his entire world revolved around.

“I’ll protect you Oscar… always.” he murmured, petting over the blankets and gently nuzzling his cheek.

Sleep didn’t come the rest of that night for Ozpin. And Qrow didn’t question why he found him later that day, curled up and hidden in between the hay bales, fitfully napping. He only got him a pillow and a thin sheet for a blanket, and left him to his own devices.

[truly-morgan]

[JC and OYZ bonding time]

Jiang Cheng + Juniors | Mo Dao Zu Shi 12-07-2021

[200 followers]  [#jiangcheng and #ouyangzizhen bonding time] 

What about oyz feeling slightly left out when they happen to be with jc? Like everyone else in the quartet somewhat has links to him.

The more obvious one is jl, as he is directly related to jc by being his nephew. He had years of knowing the man and being someone important to the sect leader. Of the four of them, he is the closest and the more familiar with jc.

Lsz is close to what wwx and lwj could call a son. Shuangjie has started to talk again, trying to get over some shit from the past by /actually/ communicating, and jc is starting to be to lsz an equivalent of what wwx is to jl.

Ljy, even if he stretches a bit, can also be seen as closer than he is to jc. The lan have more direct contact with the jiang than the ouyang do. By being one of lsz close friends for longer than them and probably even lxc adopted son. Plus, he has the feeling lan disciple might have gone to lp in the past a couple of times.

And it leaves him, oyz of the baling ouyang sect, kind of left somewhere he feels like he cannot really enter. He never really had the time to be left alone with jc or be around him much to get close to him. And they are often at lotus pier when they follow jl there!

He knows the man is nicer than he seems to be at first glance, that him being from a smaller and lesser-known sect (and being the heir of the said sect) wouldn’t be a problem either. He just feels like sometimes he cannot reach the older man because he doesn’t have any reason to, other than being one of jl friends (which he sometimes feels he is not the closest either).

He simply never had the time nor the “reason” to ask times from jc to better know him. Then one day, as he woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep, he decided to go see the pier. He has been in lotus pier many times before, but he never really got the chance to see them (and he knows many of them a commune pier).

But he does get a little bit lost since he’s not familiar to the place and ends up at a pier that seems strangely retreated from others, but the view here is pretty good so he does decide to stay a tiny bit longer to enjoy it before trying to go back on his track.

“ouyang zizhen?” 

He freezes when he hears the familiar voice, turning around quickly to see jc walking the pier towards him, his robes the most casual he has ever seen him in before. Looks like someone taking a morning walk, but even then, it looks a bit too casual for a sect leader walking around the place.

“S-sorry, I wanted to go see the sunrise at the pier and got lost, I am not sure where in lotus pier I am” he says, although he is starting to have an idea of which one it might be.

“You are at my private pier” jc points out, a small smile on his lips as oyz gets a bit more nervous about it, apologising again about intruding on his private pier like this. Jc gently waves him off about it.

“Why don’t you join me? I was about to have some tea while enjoying the quietness of the morning before duty calls me again”. 

Oyz isn’t sure if he should accept, but at the same time, he feels it would be impolite to refuse so he joins jc for his morning tea.

They first sit in silence, enjoying the warm tea, the rising sun, the gentle sound of birds chirping. It nearly feels surreal, sitting down with sect leader jiang to drink tea as the man is dressed so casually, hair fully down, a contrast to his usual tight bun.

“I heard you started taking more responsibility back at home, how are you doing?” jc asked, oyz a bit surprised by the sudden question. But it did help him calm his nerves a bit more, having the older sect leader being the one to start the contact like this.

“I’m slowly learning, my father was a bit hesitant at first, but I believe I am proving I can be a good sect leader too” oyz replied with a small smile.

He felt like he might not be as great as jc seemed to be, but he was trying his best and wanted to treat his sect disciple with the same care jc gives to the ymj disciples.

“Being a good sect leader is something that we learn with time, I am sure you will be able to do great” jc replied, smiling a bit. He felt like the sect leader wasn’t telling this simply to flatter him, he was being honest with him.

“If you ever need help, do not hesitate to come to me on a-ling" jc added with a small smile, turning to him, “I know you have the potential to be a good and kind sect leader”.

Oyz blushed a bit at this, not expecting to be praised like this, as he thought he was doing an alright job. “I will remember that,” he said, jc humming in response. This lazy and calm morning to idly talk at the pier while everyone else was still asleep managed to break to ice a bit, making oyz more comfortable around jc than he was before.

He slowly started interacting more casually with the man, a bit shy at first when asking questions about sect management (his father’s ways were a bit old-fashioned and he wanted to include newer ways of doing things).

More than once afterwards did oyz went to drink some tea with jc at the pier, something talking about things and events, other times simply enjoying the sound of the water running under them and the chirping of birds.

Oyz wasn’t feeling as out of place as he did in the past, more at ease now that this seemingly invisible wall had been taken down.

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[doodling-doodle]

The Next Step...

(The Slice Of Paradise AU)

The day after their friends wedding, they started thinking about the next step for themselves… and it was a pretty big step

—

Kyle woke up first, even though it was still pretty late in the day, about 10:00 AM, but he cuddled back into his husband's embrace after he grabbed his phone, seeing a text from Graves.

“So, I wake up and get breakfast for us, right?

John wakes up and I give him pain meds because I know he likely has a hangover.

And the first thing he asked me?

‘How much did I drink last night?’

The fucker.”

He chuckled, and sent back, “Tell him a good lie to get his brain working.”

Alex pulled him back further into his chest, and he relaxed.

“Sleep well, baby?” Alex asked.

“Ye-Yeah…” he said, throat still sore from the night before, and Alex tapped his chest in a way to tell him to not talk.

“Want more sleep?” Alex asked, and Kyle shook his head.

“Better get the day started, then.” 

They got up, not bothering to properly get dressed yet, and went to make pancakes.

Kyle smiled as Alex placed a plate in front of him, sitting next to him.

They ate in silence, apart from the TV in the background.

“So… what now?” Alex asked, “I have some time before I have to go to work.”

Kyle shrugged, signing, “I have some things to work on. Clean up the house and pack up some orders.”

Alex nodded, “I’ll get those to the post office in the moring. I’ll sweep up and take care of the basement.”

“I’ll get the laundry and dust.”

“Sounds good. Oh, and I think Matt and Gabe will stay here for a day or two after the honeymoon, since we’re closer then their ranch, though they did ask if we could check up on it. I’ll stop by after work.”

Kyle nodded, standing, “I’ll get your lunch together.”

He smiled, “Thanks, baby.” He stood, going to get dressed and get his coffee.

Kyle handed him a lunch box to stuff in his bag. He always surprised him with it, even if it was just a sandwich and fruit. It was always appreciated, and packaged all cute with a mini love letter. He always loved it.

He lightly kissed Kyle’s cheek before walking out the door, hearing him sit down and open his laptop on the couch.

Kyle sighed as Alex shut the door, seeing if there were any new orders on his shop.

Two more, he could package all fifteen, easily.

He had the news on, and he looked up to see something about an animal shelter. Not enough people adopting…

He knew he’d have to bring it up to Alex at some point. He wanted a dog for a long time…

Alex sighed as he sat down in the back room, getting his bag to get his lunch from Kyle. it wasn’t a hectic morning, but there were quite a few customers. He was ready to relax and eat before he went to the next one

He smiled, seeing a simple lunch, but it was so cute how Kyle presented it.

Half a sub, and it was fully homemade, with a small bag of chips, a few strawberries cut into hearts, and a few small pieces of hard candy. It was October, so, pumpkin and maple flavored things were everywhere.

Of course, there was a little note

“Made with love, hope your day is good. See you tonight.”

He chuckled, and he started eating, putting his headphones in.

“Hey, Al!”

He turned, pausing his podcast and seeing Anne.

“Hey, Anne. what’s up?”

“How was the wedding?”

“It was nice. Their on their honeymoon, I’ll stop by the ranch after my shift, check on everyone.”

“Glad it was a good time!” she sat next to him on the couch, “How’s your hubby?”

“Doing good. His artwork is taking off, he can talk a little more, it’s going really good…”

“But?”

He was confused, “There’s… no ‘but’, thats it. There is nothing wrong.”

“Don’t think I don’t know." She chuckled, "You want kids. I've known you for years, man, I can read you perfectly. I know."

He shrugged, “I mean… yeah. But, Kyle is my priority right now. He’s still recovering.”

“Bringing it up won’t hurt anything.”

“What if he doesn’t want it? It would be amazing, but its a big thing. And there’s… A lot of things we’d have to do. No matter what we choose, it would be hard.”

“Well. I guarantee you something… if you choose to get a surrogate, I’m happy to sign the contract to be yours.”

He nodded, “Not gonna lie, though, I’m looking more into adoption… but if that doesn’t work out, thank you. I’d take you up on it.”

“Good.” she stood, “Your next client is at 2:30. About an hour.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled, leaving the room, saying hello to her client, and he sighed, putting his headphones back in.

He spent the next hour thinking about if he’d really ask Kyle about taking such a big step.

But, his client got there. It was a woman that had a very nice, but complicated and detailed tattoo, that needed at least three more sessions to be done.

“Hey, Alex!” She said with a smile.

“Crystal, how’s it going?” He asked as he walked up, smiling at her daughter.

“It’s pretty good, you?”

“Not bad. This will probably be the longest session, so, get comfy, I'll go get my stuff."

"Yep."

He went back to the back room, seeing Anne smirking at him.

“I promise I’ll talk to him, okay?”

“Good.”

…

He got in his car, texting Kyle before driving off.

“Just got off work, I’m going to the ranch. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home, pizza for dinner?”

“Yeah, I’ll order it when you're on your way home.”

“Sounds good, I’ll pick it up, love you.”

“Love you too.”

He drove off to the ranch, being careful, since he knew that Gabe’s horse, River, had free range of the ranch.

And there he was.

“Hey, bud.” He said as he got out of his car, “Let’s go get you and your friend's taken care of."

River huffed, walking to lead him to where all the food was kept.

“I wish you could talk back sometimes.” he said, “Maybe then I wouldn’t have to just deal with it myself. I don’t want to call Gabe and Matt, their on their break and deserve time alone. I can’t call Price, Graves, or Laswell, they’d just freak out about kids. Anne will just tease me more. Ghost and Soap… I don’t know, Simon probably wouldn’t… yeah. So. I’m on my own to think about how to ask my husband about kids.”

River huffed again, nuzzling his shoulder before pulling him close.

He chuckled, “thanks boy. You may not be able to speak, but you understand everything.”

He picked up the food, and river lead him to the stables.

He whistled, about to pour out the food in each Horses stable, while River followed.

“Your all missing Gabe, I’m sure.” He said as he went back to give them all some attention. “Only two weeks, don’t worry.”

River huffed, and nuzzled Alex’s back.

“Am I close enough?” He chuckled, walking out to put the food back in the barn.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, buddy.”

He texted Kyle he was on his way to get the pizza, and he went off.

The order had just been completed when he got there.

“Baby!” He called out as he got in the house.

Kyle ran up, smiling when he saw him, and Alex held him after putting the pizza on the table.

“How was your day?” Kyle asked as they started eating.

“A little hectic. Loved lunch. Thank you for that. How was yours?”

“Packaged everything. Ready for the post office. Cleaned up… overall, pretty good.”

“That's great… I, uh… Wanted to talk to you about something. I promise it's not bad, just… about us.”

Kyle still paused, but nodded, “I… wanted to talk to you, too.”

“You go first. Its… something pretty big.”

Kyle nodded, “I… I wanted to ask if we could get a dog? I’ve wanted one for a while now, just never found the opportunity to ask… but the local shelter was on the news today. I just… wanted to ask.”

Alex nodded, “I… Yeah, but… I wanted to talk to you about… something like it.”

“What…?”

He held Kyle’s hands.

“What about adoption? A Kid?”

Kyle smiled slightly, “yeah… Yeah, I’ve thought about that, too… Why not both?”

“Now how can I say no to that?”

Kyle lit up, “Now we have a use for all the fairy lights!” He started coughing, making Alex jump to his feet, holding him.

“Baby, breathe!”

He nodded, holding Alex’s hands on his shoulders as he breathed.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded, signing, “I’m still recovering from last night. Got a little too excited.”

He nodded, “You do have an appointment next week with the Specialist. Let’s hope there’s progress. In the meantime… What do you want to do with the room? Transform the guest room?”

Kyle nodded, smiling. “When’s your next day off?”

“Two days from now.”

“Paint and stuff. The furniture that’s already there can just be painted. And the bed is… well, we can replace it with a twin until we know what age we are dealing with.”

“That sounds good to me, doll. I have a bunch of white paint if you want to start on the furniture.”

Kyle nodded.

“I’ll get that started in the mornin'.”

And they did.

Alex got a trailer hooked onto his ATV so they could get everything to the backyard, to the carport of the shed/ Kyle’s Art studio. Alex fixed it up for him when he started selling his art, fully stoked it for him.

He was so excited to start on it. He had two chest of drawers, a nightstand, and a desk to paint. 

He masked off the handles on the drawers, sanded off the finish on the wood, and got started.

When Alex got home that night, he smiled at what Kyle had done. It wasn’t something complicated, but it just made him happy to see the joy on Kyle’s face.

When Alex had his day off, they got in his truck, and went to Lowes.

“What colors?” Alex asked.

“Cream. Just simple. And we need shelves and stuff."

“Sounds perfect.”

They got there, and Kyle excitedly picked out a color of paint to go with the carpet that he found. They also got a bedframe, they could stop by Walmart for sheets and things.

All they could find were wooden shelves. No big deal, Kyle was already planning on painting it.

They decided to get the stuff they had in the truck bed home, then go back to Walmart. Alex went off to get groceries while Kyle got sheets and pillows.

Kyle excitedly got everything in the room while Alex started to get the groceries put away, and he started to plan out the ideas.

“I say just put up the fairy lights, and then the kid can pick the rest from whatever we have.” Kyle said.

“Smart man, baby doll.”

He started to work on it the next day while Alex was at work. He masked off the baseboards and crown molding, and he got to rolling the paint on. He managed to get the whole room done before lunch, and he was so proud of himself.

He decided to go and see Alex while he was on break. He packed up a few small candies, and he got in his car to drive to the studio.

He saw Alex through the window, and he walked in, seeing his face light up, and he gasped.

“OH MAH GAWD, IS MY BWABY!” He yelled as he stood, going to the door to scoop him up, kissing all over his face.

“Oh, wow, I don’t think I’ve met your husband yet, Al.” One of his coworkers said.

“You’ve never met my bwaby?!” Alex asked as he picked Kyle up, taking him to the backroom.

They all cackled while they walked back there, and Alex sat with him.

“I love it when you surprise me at work.” Alex said, “What’s the occasion?”

“Snacks and telling you that the room is done…” He said, and Alex smiled while he gave him the small bag of candies.

“Thank you baby.” he opened it, giving Kyle a few so they could share it, “Got the carpet down?”

“Needed a break. Out of breath.”

“I’ll help you when we get home, then.” 

Kyle nodded, leaning on him while they just relaxed for a few minutes.

A few of his co-workers came back, and a few introduced themselves to Kyle, and Alex translated his sign language.

“Hey, Al?” Anne said, walking in, “Crystal’s here.”

“Oh, shit.” He stood, kissing Kyle as he did, “I’ll be back.”

Kyle nodded and he walked out, saying, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” he whispered back.

Anne sat next to him, “So. How have you been? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Voice is in and out.” He signed, “I have an appointment with the specialist in a week. We’ll see if I have any progress or just more damage.”

She nodded, “How about… You and Alex?”

He smiled, “things are Great! We’ve been looking into adoption and I’m putting the room together.”

She lit up, “He finally asked you about kids?!”

“Finally?”

“I guess he had hidden it really well, but, whenever someone brings a kid, he just… lights up. It’s clear to me.”

He knew why Alex never brought it up. He wasn’t upset, if anything it was really endearing.

He smiled, “Then we’re making the right choice.”

“You probably are. I can’t wait to meet them. You’ll be amazing parents.”

He smiled, “Thank you, Anne. I hope we are.”

“You will be! Trust me, man.”

He hoped so… he didn’t want to end up like his own “father”. Like Nathan.

He sketched up a few things for her before Alex finished up with his client and they went to the ranch, talking about how they’d hang the lights, to put down the carpet and get the shelves hung, and the bed there. The closet adoption center had ages from 6 and up, so, they knew what they were working with now.

They still had some left over pizza, and they decided to heat it up after getting the carpet down, the hooks for the fairy lights up, and the bed put together.

Kyle got the rest in the room after Alex left for work in the morning, leaving all the furniture in the room.

“Time for a victory nap…” he mumbled to himself, going to the couch.

That nap lasted until Alex got home, around lunch time, and he shook him awake.

“Oh… hey, love.” He mumbled, smiling at Alex, who was knelt down next to him.

“Hey, baby doll. Lunch is ready, figured you’d like something warm.”

He smiled, sitting up and following Alex to the kitchen.

“I found your favorite ramen on sale.” Alex said as he got it in a bowl for him, “so… I got a lot. All in the pantry.”

He smiled, leaning on Alex’s shoulder.

“Can’t talk?”

He shook his head. His throat was throbbing, he just… didn’t feel like talking.

“Alright. Are the lights up?”

He nodded, signing, “I got that and a few on the bed, and the dresser.”

“Perfect. I think we’re almost ready.”

Kyle smiled, and he sighed, “still have to let everyone know. No one does yet.”

“True. once Gabe and Matt get back, we can start to let everyone know.” 

Kyle nodded, taking the bowl and sitting by the counter, smiling softly while he ate.

“Gabe texted me the other day.” Alex said, sitting with him, “He and Matt are enjoying the honeymoon. Gabe asked about River. He asked if we can still pick them up and let them stay here.”

He nodded.

“Okay… I need to fix up the guest room in the basement.”

“Just thought about something…” Kyle signed, “what happens the next time everyone comes here?”

Alex shrugged, “Alejandro and Rudy tend to get a hotel anyway. John and Phil could take the basement guest room. The couch in the basement folds out, so that could be Simon and Johnny. Gabe and Matt… They normally go back to the ranch afterwards, not spend the night. Kate and Ava could take the room in the attic and if Gabe and Matt spend the night, we could… set up an an airbed.”

Kyle nodded, “Okay… yeah, that works. Did you have lunch?”

“Yep. it was amazing.”

He smiled, leaning on Alex’s side while he finished eating, nuzzling his shoulder.

“Sleepy?”

He nodded, and Alex chuckled, “Time for bed. Come on.”

One week later…

Alex had went to go pick up Gabe and Matt from the airport while Kyle packed up a bunch of orders from his shop. 

“Hey, Wrangler!” He called out when he saw them.

“Hey, buddy!” Gabe called back, going up to him, hugging him tight with Matt.

“How was the honeymoon?”

“Awesome. You were right about going to Alaska. How’s the hubby?”

“Doing good. He made a bunch of Halloween decor and mugs and stuff, put some on the website, and they started selling like crazy.”

Gabe cackled, “good for him, though.” 

He smiled, “Lets get back home. Kyle is making lunch and snacks.”

Matt perked up, “food?”

Alex chuckled, “come on, y’all, let’s go.”

They got back home, and Alex smelled what Kyle was cooking, and he smiled softly, going in the house.

“My love, whatever your cooking smells amazing.” he said as they walked in, “I smell… garlic?”

“Garlic knots!” Kyle said, smiling, “I made some spaghetti.”

“God knows you make it better then I do.”

Kyle smiled, looking at Gabe and Matt, “Hey, guys!”

“Hey, man.” Gabe said, going up to him to hug him with Matt, “glad to see ya.”

“You too.” Kyle said, “River missed you guys.”

Gabe chuckled, “poor boy. I’ll give him a ton of hugs when I get back.”

Kyle smiled, plating everyone's food and going to the table, “He needs them. Go give that horse some love."

Gabe chuckled, "I will, I promise."

They all sat down, eating while they talked about their honeymoon in Alaska, and about what’s been happening in the 141 in the past… nearly three years that Kyle and Alex had been gone. The best three years of their lives.

“What about you two?” Gabe asked, “what have you two been up too?”

Alex smiled, looking at Kyle, who had just sat back down after getting the desserts out.

“Well, things have been good.” Alex said, "his artwork took off. The shop is good, but a little hectic. All and all, things are perfect." He smiled, looking at Kyle, who nodded at him.

"That's great!" Gabe said, "Anything else been going on?"

"Well…" Kyle said, looking at Alex, who smiled, holding his hand.

"You can't tell anyone yet." Alex said.

"Oh?" Matt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We've…" Kyle started, now looking nervous, "we're looking into adoption."

They blinked, but smiled, and got really excited.

“Holy shit, you’ll have a kid?!” Gabe asked.

“Yeah… its hard to believe, but… the room is ready. We’ve been looking into the local schools, adoption centers, and a lot more… we’re planning the day it happens. Take them out, get them toys and clothes, get decor for them, anything they need.” Alex said, smiling, looking at Kyle, who was smiling even more.

“That’s amazing!” Matt said, “No one else knows yet?”

“Only Anne, since she actually knew before I really acknowledged it.”

Gabe chuckled, “At least it’s happening. I know you will be amazing dads.”

They really hoped so.

Two day’s later…

Gabe and Matt were dropped off at the ranch that morning, and the rest of their day was spent working on some of Kyle’s shop orders and getting them to the post office to ship.

Finally, that night, the rest of the 141 were all free, in one room, and they could video call all together while Kyle and Alex were in their room.

“Hey, boys!” Price called out, smiling with Phil next to him.

“Hey, dad.” Kyle whispered back, smiling.

“How’s it goin up there?” Ghost asked.

“Amazing.” Alex replied, “Artwork is selling, tattoos are… tattooing. Gabe and Matt spent a few days here, but River wanted them back, so, they went back this morning. Things over there?”

“War as usual.” Phil said, “we’re all okay. Don’t you worry about us.” He smiled. “Any new news?”

They looked at each other, smiling.

“Well.” Alex said, “We… started looking into something.”

“What might that be?” Laswell asked.

“We… started looking into adoption.”

They all lit up, and Kyle happily took the laptop to the room to show everyone what it looked like.

They were just… so excited.

A house check was next, and it was in two weeks. Alex had the day off, the house was clean, and they were prepared.

“This is probably one of the best houses I’ve seen.” she said once she was done, “You two are a perfect fit for adoption.”

And that was all they needed.

They couldn’t be any happier. 

One month later…

The house was cleaned and their new little girl was on the way. The pictures of her were… a little sad. She was well taken care of, all things considered, but, she just looked… sad. And lonely. She looked scarily like Kyle, but, if anything, that made them feel closer to her. But her hair was so frizzy. Kyle knew to help her with it. Her name was Rosalie. She was eight.

They were ready to bring her to the store, and get lunch, and clothes, and everything…

And they finally got her.

She looked really nervous when she walked in, backpack in her arms, holding it tight while they went to her room, which was right next to theirs.

“We can get some things you like while at the store.” Alex said softly, kneeling down in front of her, “What’s in your bag?”

She was still looking around, almost in awe, and finally looked back at him, handing him the bag, “Here…”

He smiled, opening the bag and seeing two other outfits, a hair brush that definitely was not for her hair type, a rugged teddy bare, and a set of pajamas.

He was confused, “This is all you were sent with…?”

She nodded, “should… I have something else?”

“Yeah… yeah, you should.” He sighed, but he smiled, getting the small teddy bear out. An ear was ripped off, an arm torn, and the stitches that once held an eye on there.

Kyle knelt down at that point, looking at it, “Who is this?” he asked, smiling softly.

“Molly…”

They both smiled, and Alex looked down at the teddy bear, “Hello, Molly. I’m Alex.” he said, taking her little paw and shaking it like he would shake someone's hand before handing it to her.

She gently took her, holding her tight, “Are… you going to take her?”

“What? Of course not.” Kyle said, “I would like to… help her, if you would let me. But, she’s yours.”

“They always take her from me… Because she’s hurt…”

Their hearts broke.

“Why don’t we help her get better?” Kyle asked softly.

She looked at him, a little shocked, and she looked back down at her, nodding softly.

They smiled, “Why don’t we help her before we go out to the store? You can take her.” Alex said.

She nodded, and they both stood.

Alex gently reached his hand out to her, and she took it hesitantly, while they walked out to the backyard, to Kyle’s art studio, where he had a bunch of sewing stuff.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My art studio.” Kyle replied, getting his threads out, kneeling down, seeing which one matched the best. Once he decided, he put the rest away, and he smiled, “Can I have her?”

She nodded, slowly handing her over, and he sat in his chair while Alex sat on the bench, motioning for her to sit with him. She did, slowly curling up on his side, holding his arm, and he smiled while she lightly traced his tattoos. 

“You like them?” He asked, pulling his sleeve up.

She nodded softly, “it's pretty.”

“That it is.” He smiled more, and she stopped, just holding onto his arm while she watched Kyle stitch Molly’s arm.

He got that back together, and got out some felt to make the ear and eye, noticing her looking like she wanted to ask something.

“You okay?” Alex asked.

She hesitated, “What… What happened to…”

“What happened to my voice?” Kyle finished for her.

She nodded.

“I got sick a few years ago. It was really, really bad. It ended up doing a lot of damage to my vocal cords. My voice hasn’t been the same since.”

She winced, nodding and hiding her face in the cushion of the bench.

“It’s okay.” He said, smiling, “you were just curious.”

She slowly peeked back out, seeing that he was almost done, stitching the ear back on, the eye was stitched back on.

“There.” Kyle, handing her back, “All better.”

She took her, and slowly held onto her, tearing up, holding her tight.

“Thank you…” She said, looking up at him.

He smiled, “It’s no problem.”

She got off the bench, going up to hug him, and he knelt down to her level to hug her back.

“Now, I imagine your hungry.” He said, pulling back, “Why don’t we head out for lunch? We can go to the store afterwards, get you some clothes and whatnot.”

She looked a little shocked and sad, “your getting me clothes?”

“Of course.” Alex said, smiling, “anything you want.”

She looked pretty excited, which broke their hearts. Had she not gotten simple things like that from the foster homes?

They would make sure she would.

They just smiled, and Kyle stood, “let’s get going.” He said, reaching out to take her hand, which she let him, taking her back to the house while she smiled, and they went out to Alex’s car.

“Where to?” Alex asked, looking in the back seat at her.

“Burger Town?”

“Let’s go.”

She just seemed so happy.

Once they ate, they went off to the store.

She happily picked out a few outfits and toys, picked out some pastel bedsheets and blankets, and a little decor she liked.

Kyle got some things to help her with her hair, and got another stuffed animal for her, too.

They eventually got back home, and they got her some ice cream before she went to go shower, excited to try her new stuff.

Kyle already noticed how much better her hair looked.

Two months later…

She had nicely adjusted. 

They had taken good care of her, she trusted them, and she finally had… love.

Any time she wanted something, she had it. Kyle got her more stuffed animals and toys every week. She had actual, good supplies for school. She started smiling more and more every day.

“Hey, little munchkin.” Alex said as she walked out of her room in the morning, he and Kyle cooking breakfast.

“Hey…” she sat by the counter, watching them make the food before she had to go off to school.

They had finished eating, and Kyle went off to help her with her hair, something that became a routine soon after she got there, since he knew exactly how to help her. 

“Okay, your set.” He said, smiling.

“Thank you…” She said quietly, “... dad.”

He teared up. That was the first time she called him dad.

He smiled, “No problem, dear. Run off to school before you miss the bus.”

She nodded, smiling and leaving the room, to the living room where Alex had just packed up her bag, ready to hand it to her.

“Thank you, papa.”

He also teared up, smiling and hugging her gently.

“Enjoy your day, munchkin.”

“I will!” She took her bag, running out the door, and saying, “Love you both!”

“Love you too.” Alex said back.

They both broke down after the door shut, crying in each others arms.

They planned to take her out for ice cream that night. To silently celebrate her officially calling them her family. They would hide it behind it being the last day of school.

But they loved her. And she loved them.

Four months later…

Spring break just started. Rosalie was fully settled, and they were… revisiting getting a dog. They put it on hold when they decided to have kids first. But they wanted Rosalie’s opinion on it.

“I was going to ask you two that!”

They both chuckled, “We’ll start looking into the shelters nearby, and get a little puppy for us then, okay?” Kyle said.

They started looking into local shelters, and found a three-month-old German Shepherd that seemed like a perfect fit. Likes kids, likes people, is a pretty calm puppy.

They went to the Shelter to bring her home, and Rosalie was bouncing with excitement in the backseat.

They loved her. Rosalie carried her back out to the car, smiling.

“Would you like to name her?” Kyle asked.

“Yes!” she replied, even more excited.

“What’s her name, then?” Alex asked.

She thought, “Umm… Iris!”

“Well then.” Alex said, opening the car door for her, “Let’s bring little Iris home, shall we?”

Three months later…

August 15th

Rosalie’s ninth birthday.

They got her quite a few gifts, some art supplies, some toys, clothes, make up.

But the highlight for her seemed to be the stuffed fox Kyle got for her. She slept with it that night, naming her “Fluffy”.

They were just a happy, perfect little family.

Nothing could ever change that…

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Gabe and Matt are my friend @angstkings OCs! I have permission to use them!

[occult-roommates]

The strange case of Adem Zaoui

In the French town of Brin-de-thon, there was a powerful spellcaster of the name of Gwenaelle Lorgnez, or Gwenn. While she was beloved by the local community, she had always lived alone, at least as far as people knew, and had been doing so for decades. That morning, just like she did every morning, she read the newspaper while drinking her coffee. Nothing that interesting ever happens in her small town, however that day, something did catch her attention, though it was in the national news section.

Basically, in the Paris area, a young man of only 20 years had recently woken up one morning to see that his previously brown hair had turned completely green. As if this was not strange enough already, he later realized he had some telekinetic ability, which is the first power young spellcasters tend to develop as infant. Now, he is able to do a few simple beginner spell and even talk to animal. The twist in this story, he previously was 100% human, absolutely no history of spellcasting in his family. Sure, it gets a bit murky as one of his grandmother was adopted, but considering spellcasting genes tend to be dominant, it’d be highly unlikely that after four generations, he was the first one out of all his relatives to be born with them. 

There is so far no explanation as to how this happened to him. Just to make this more mysterious, no such case had ever been recorded. Maybe it happened before, but wasn’t recorded for whatever reason, though since it seemed to be the first time in modern time, this phenomena has a high chance of being extremely rare. Yes, some spellcasters develop their power later in life, but usually they’re from a spellcasting family and are not really considered human, at least in the cultural sense. Also, their physical trait don’t change all of a sudden. The fact his hair changed color does imply something in his very DNA has been changed.

Gwenn: Uh, interesting. I should try to contact him.

Gwenn could relate a bit to that. While she was born a spellcaster, she was also the only one in her family...Well, in her case, she later on found it’s because mom had cheated on her human dad with a spellcaster, but she did spend the first 40 years of her life thinking she was a case of spontanous spellcaster in a human family. Which while rare, does happen sometime. Once again however, these people are born, they don’t randomly become one at 20, and those people tend to have some recent ancestor who was one.

Below the article was a picture, a selfie of that young new spellcaster. The caption saying the following: “Adem Zaoui in March 2021″. 

The day before, Adem had been interviewed at the university he was studying at by a local news station. That interview had been translated in several languages and had went around the globe pretty much overnight.

Journalist: So, Mister Zaoui, tell us, how did this happen? Adem: Well uh...I am not too sure to be honest. I will say however that I think I can pinpoint the triggering event. Unlike what some news outlet are claiming, I did not suddenly woke up and boom, green hair. You see, my dad is Algerian, and around five years ago, we went to visit some relatives still living in Algeria. One evening with two of my cousins, we went outside the city and ended up lost. I don’t really remember what happened next except that we were panicking, but I did found a weird gem on the ground, which of course I picked up cause it looked like an emerald and we were joking about selling it.

Adem put the gem in his pocket, but as to make this even weirder, when he and his cousin finally made it home, the gem had...melted? And now it was oozing a glowing green goo all over poor Adem’s leg. He tried washing it as well as he could, but the part of his skin that had touched the goo was still shiny and greenish. Falling asleep that night wasn’t that easy, he was worried on what on Earth he had found, but eventually he got too tired and sleep did win. When he woke up, the mark on his leg had disappeared, but he had one, very noticeable strand of green hair around his hairline.

Adem: Over the next five years, my hair slowly turned green. Not just the one on my head, like, all of my hair, from my eyebrows to those weird little hairs on my toes. They’ve only been fully green since last month however, and I developped my power uh...like a year after coming into contact with that weird gem I’d say? It was a shock to my family at first, but they got used to it eventually. Also I got very lucky, as both my girlfriend and best friend were spellcasters, so they helped me adapt to me new life.     Journalist: Thank you, Mister Zaoui, what a fascinating story. This was all the time we had however. Adem: I wasn’t really do- Journalist: This was Noémie Larose, reporting from Paris.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, Daniele and Dawud were watching an English translation of the interview on the local news. To Daniele, This was incredible, a pure miracle. A human, a human with zero history of magic, became a spellcaster! When it was done, he turned around towards Dawud, with a big smile on his smile.

Dawud: Wh-What’s going on, you’re scaring me. Daniele: Dav, do you know what that means? Dawud: No? Daniele: There might be hope for me! 

At first, Dawud was still confused. And then it clicked. Yeah, Daniele is right, what if this was a first sight pointing towards a cure for his disorder?

Though, let’s say, to Dawud, the idea of a human turning into a spellcaster was also interesting, but for very, very different reason. Uh, if only he had knew two years ago...

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[annimator-ocblog]

OC Stories: Siblings

(Zac and Kumiho talk about a lot of stuff. Mainly their relationship with C)

(TW: Mentions of Death)

Zac and Kumiho would always be at close proximity to one another considering how they’d both consider physical touch to be their love language.

But they’ve been clinging to each other more & more after what happened last Saturday;

It’s rare to see them even a metre away from one another, they’d always be holding hands, and the both of them would sleep in a tight embrace during the night.

Then again, how would you feel if your significant other almost died in front of you? And how would you feel as your partner was worried of that being the case?

———

The two of them were currently walking hand-in-hand to the Academy infirmary to visit C. It’s been an entire week since he was knocked unconscious after fighting dozens of entities on their own and he’s bound to wake up sooner or later.

“Y’know, I just realized I never realized ask this… but how did C end up getting adopted into your family?”

Kumiho stopped walking to contemplate the question Zac asked them, eventually answering, “Well, my Moms helped at the orphanage he originally was in and they took a liking to them. They ended up adopting C after a couple of months of getting to know him, and he’s basically been my older brother ever since! But then again… they were kind of distant with me before we found common ground with animated stuff.”

Zac smiled as Kumiho recalled their story, “That’s sounds like C. I still don’t get how Jadeyn ended up falling for him when they first met, but I’m glad that they’re happy with them.”

“I still think the hoodie they wear looks pretty stupid. The goggles they recently put on their cap to match the decals on it do look cool, but the hoodie literally looks like it’s been stripped from the floor.”

Zac chuckles, “Well, they like the hoodie a lot by the looks of it.”

———

They both eventually make it to the infirmary, and book it to where C was resting.

But to their surprise he… wasn’t resting in the infirmary bed.

Instead they were sitting to the side of it, readjusting their goggles & putting on their now-fixed of jacket.

“C!”

Kumiho shouts their name, getting his attention. Before C could respond their younger sibling tackles them into a tight hug, with him hugging back.

“Sorry I kept ya worried there. ‘M alright now.”

Zac similarly ran towards C to greet him, “Hey man, you doing good?

C quickly responded as Kumiho pulled back from the hug to be at Zac’s side,

“Yeah for the most part I guess. Besides the new markings all of my body and the fact that more parts of my hair are cyan. The medics are saying that they’ll both be permanent, but they look pretty neat.” C look at his right hand, now filled with light turquoise patches.

Zac sighed, “We’re both glad you’re awake again C. There’s actually gonna be a group meeting soon since a lot of things happened in the caverns and while you were unconscious for a week-.”

“I WAS OUT FOR A WEEK?! HOW’S-.”

Kumiho quickly calmed their brother down, “Yeah I know, it’s pretty crazy. I bet you’re prooobably asking about how Jadeyn is, and they’re doin’ good. They actually wanted to see you at the place you first kissed once you woke up. Whatever-.”

C quickly sat up from his bed, “Alright, thanks for that! See you at the dorm for whatever we’ll be talking about!”

Zac and Kumiho looked at each other as C quickly ran out of the infirmary to see Jadeyn.

———

C > Yo guys I’m awake. How’s shit?

Marcus > C YOU CANT JUST WAKE UP FROM BEING KNOCKED OUT FOR A WEEK JUST TO SAY THAT

Liam > not much has happened rlly.

Liam > besides the fact that two certain motherfuckers accidentally snitched

Lance > WE SAID WE WERE SORRY

Aaron > THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT

Parker > o/

Mercy > oh ye u weren’t here when this happened. So uh we made a big group chat for 2-4 and 2-7 and it’s going great :D

Geno > just ignore the fact that Edan & Marcus beef with each other every day here lmao

Skadi > it’s entertaining!

Edan > my fingers hurt from typing so much

Macy > YO GUYS IRIS JUST SNAPPED A PHOTO OF DYLAN & KAI MAKING OUT DO U WANNA SEE IT

Dylan > IRIS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF CREATION, DO NOT POST THAT PHOTO

Kai > (」°ロ°)」

Clover > LMAOOOOOOOOO U SHOULD DO IT

Lilith > Iris think of the blackmail potential

Ro > ^^^^

Nova > POST IT! >:D

Iris > hmmmmm maybe later

Brio > can we stop all this nonsense? Are you doing ok C?

Orion > yeah you rlly missed a lot in the week since you been out cold.

C > ‘m doing good :D

C > heard we’re gonna have a big convo or smth, but Jadeyn said they wanted to meet up w/ me beforehand!

C > I’ll see you guys soon! o/

[saralayne]

Unexpected Blessing 🩵 🩷

Chapter 1 ~ Positive

Stella receives shocking news

Was a snowy and cold December afternoon in Chicago. Lieutenant Stella Kidd and the rest of 51 had a very long and tiring 48 hours. Truck especially responded to many calls. Given the bad weather, they were called to many motor accidents, none too serious but still very taxing. Stella noticed through it all, she felt a little more tired than usual but chalked it to responding to so many calls and not having much time to take a beat.

Stella woke up to an empty bed after returning home in the morning. She had passed right out when they arrived back to the loft and had woken up around lunchtime. Stella let out a big sigh, as her favorite part about waking up in their bed was awakening next to her husband. Stella then remembered Kelly telling her he had agreed to teach a class at the academy for a majority of the day.

Stella had made plans with Chole Cruz for the afternoon after Kelly told her about his teaching plans. It had been a while since she had seen her friend. With the adoption just going through, Chloe had her hands full with Javi and Otis. Stella was looking forward to catching up with her friend. Stella was standing in the kitchen about to make some coffee when a wave of nausea came to her. Now, this had not been the first time this had happened recently. With the particular time of year, it wouldn’t surprise her if she had caught a flu bug. Stella made a beeline to the bathroom where she emptied the contents of her stomach. She also felt very sweaty and had an episode of vertigo come over her. Yup, she thought I have the flu. Stella immediately called Chloe to raincheck on their plans. Stella would feel terrible if she infected Chloe in turn giving it to the kids.She had told Chloe her symptoms and also conveyed to her friend that she was not surprised as she had felt quite tired lately. Meanwhile, Chloe knew her friend quite well, knowing Stella RARELY got sick, she had the immune system of an avenger and had a very strong feeling this was not the flu.

Stella was laying on the couch with some hot tea. She has traded in her coffee for tea given how she was feeling. She had Netflix on and with Kelly not home she could watch some of her guilty pleasures without hearing the commentary. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. Stella emerged from the couch and slowly made her way over, opened the door and found her friend standing there with a smirk on her face. “OH, Chloe don’t get too close to me, I don’t want you to catch what i’ve got” Chloe pauses. “Stella I am almost 100% sure I can’t possibly catch what you’ve got” Stella found herself confused at that statement. “What do you mean?!” Stella replied. “Stella I don’t believe for a second that you have the flu, I am pretty sure there is much more going on than your run of the mill flu” Before Stella could respond, Chloe had reached into her purse and pulled out a pregnancy test. Stella’s eyes widened. “OH CHLOE, NO I’M NOT

PREGNANT, there is no way” Chloe chuckled. “OK Stella, maybe i’m wrong but how about you humor me” Chloe left and asked her friend to call her later and gave a not so subtle wink towards Stella.

Stella found herself frozen in that moment. She was questioning everything. Is this the flu? Could her friend be right? Could she in fact be pregnant? It sure was a lot to take in. Sure, they had talked about kids and both fully agreed they wanted a family and have the family they never had growing up. Both Kelly & Stella had childhood wounds and always vowed they would ALWAYS give their children undying love and support they never received. But, in that moment a wave of fear came over her. How would Kelly react? Were they ready for this? Stella still hadn’t fully got grounded as a new lieutenant and was still trying to make her mark. So many thoughts had flooded her brain and it had become very overwhelming. “OK, enough of this, I just need to take the test” She said quietly to herself.

Kelly returned back to the loft late afternoon.”Stella, are you here?” After waiting a few seconds, heard no reply. He thought to himself she is probably in the shower. As he was in their bedroom changing his clothes. Suddenly, he heard whimpers coming from their bathroom. Kelly immediately went over to the bathroom door and opened it. He found his wife sitting on the cold, tile floor not only crying but shaking. This was the worst feeling, there wasn’t anything worse than seeing the love of his life, his wife upset. But this was something more and he was becoming fearful there was something seriously wrong with his wife. “STELLA, WHAT’S WRONG?!, PLEASE TALK TO ME, YOUR SCARING ME, You're on the floor crying and trembling, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Stella looked up at her husband's terrified face, she was unable to to convey any words to him. She just reached under her leg and handed him the pregnancy test.

At first, Kelly was confused but he took the test from her hand and looked down. It read POSITIVE. All of a sudden the biggest smile has consumed his face. He had always wanted children. Anyone who knew Kelly Severide, saw over the years how amazing he was with kids. After never getting the chance to go on this journey with his best friend Shay who he lost way too soon and the whole Renee nightmare, he couldn’t believe it was finally happening. He felt grateful it had not worked out in the past, as in those times he never had Stella Kidd in his life and she was literally his everything. This was happening with the true love of his life, his amazing WIFE. That dream of finally having a real family seemed like a reality. With the feeling of being elated, a wave of fear came across him. Given his wife was so upset. “Was Stella not happy about this?”

He was just gonna rip the bandaid off. “Stella, talk to me...Are you not happy about this?” After what seemed like an eternity, she replied. “Kelly, I am so happy. I’m just scared what this means for me professionally, I’m scared because this wasn’t on our immediate timetable, If we are ready for this...And I was scared on how you would react” He waited for a minute before answering all her concerns.”Stella Kidd-Severide, What did I say to you 3 years ago on that hazmat call?!” She relished back to that moment remembering what he had told her to make her feel at ease. “I TOLD YOU AT THE END IT’S GOING TO BE OUR KIDS, GRANDKIDS AND

YOU SURROUNDING ME. So, the way I see it we are getting started on that reality” Stella felt immediately calm and relieved. Feeling the love and support from her husband was all she needed. He helped her off the floor and together, holding hands they walked over to the couch.

“Stella, you are the love of my life, my everything, my rock...The thought of us bringing a mini you and a mini me into the world literally means everything to me. I know you're worried about work but there are options for you and I will be with you every step of the way. Let’s go see the doctor, verify and then we can make any professional decisions”

Kelly, only 20 minutes ago I was so scared and you as you usually do have made me feel calm and confident. I also, remembering saying something to you 3 years ago. I AM WITHOUT A DOUBT, THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD. You always make everything whole and good for me. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

“WE GOT THIS STELLA KIDD”

Stella picked up her phone to make an appointment with her doctor and they can officially start their new family journey.

Chapter 2 ~ Gender Reveal

Boy or Girl?

Stella and Kelly walked into Med a week later for their first appointment with Dr. Asher. They were both so excited and nervous. Stella had been quite off. A lot of morning sickness had consumed her but she was a bad ass and knew she could handle it as it will all be worth it in the end. In the early stages of any pregnancy it can riddle anxiety. They were situated in an exam room. Kelly was holding Stella’s hand, and both had remained silent not wanting to convey to each other their fears. Stella had blood work done first. Dr. Asher returned with confirmation. “Blood work has confirmed, you are in fact pregnant, Stella”

Both the Severide’s just nervously smiled at each other.

Let’s take a look now”

Dr. Asher applied jelly across Stella’s belly as she laid down still holding onto Kelly’s hand, fingers tightly intertwined. Both intently looking at the ultrasound screen. What seemed like an eternity, and Dr. Asher moved the probe all around her abdomen. FINALLY, the best sound they had ever heard...It was a HEARTBEAT. Dr. Asher took a seat.

“Everything looks great. Strong, healthy heartbeat. By the measurements it looks like you are 8 weeks along Stella, I’m seeing a due date as June 14th, 2023”

Both Stella & Kelly had tears forming and had the biggest sense of pure joy and relief.

“I would like to see you again for a 12 week ultrasound and then again for a 16 week ultrasound and then you have the option to find out the sex of the baby”

Stella’s eyes widened as she looked at her husband who was staring back at her feeling so joyful.

“Now, I want to address something”

Doctor had a serious look on her face.

“Stella, I know you love being a lieutenant and from what I have heard you are a damn good one too”

Stella smiled. Kelly added.

“She sure is”

“OK, but I want to proceed with caution so you have a stress free pregnancy. I’m advising you take yourself off the truck and not be running into burning buildings”

Before Stella could respond, her husband chimed in.

“I’m putting my foot down on this and I know I will hear about this, but my wife will not be continuing working on truck during the pregnancy”

He waited for a serious pushback. He never got one. Stella just smiled.

“Always my protector. As much as I love being a lieutenant and being a bad ass firefighter. Bringing our little monkey into this world safely is my number one priority”

As they left Med holding onto each other knowing they were about to embark on their most important journey together.

As they got into Stella’s jeep about to head home. Kelly wanted to lend his support. As his life professionally didn’t have to change but Stella’s did.

“Babe, I know this is a lot of change for you but there are options. We can talk to Boden. And it's only for a while, once our monkey comes and you finish maternity leave, you can go back on truck”

Stella just smiled. Kelly was for the second time today, taken back at her response.

“Kelly, it's OK. I’m good with it. I know my spot will be there. I can work with GOF and Molly’s and help out around the firehouse with admin duties, now that Kylie is in the academy. Keeping the baby safe and secure for the next seven months is all I care about. Nothing matters more than us becoming a family”

“I LOVE YOU STELLA KIDD”

Weeks passed. They had talked to Boden and the rest of their family. They knew there would be numerous questions and concerns with her having to come off the truck. They announced it by asking everyone how they would all feel about becoming aunts and uncles. Brett, of course, went into full planning mode. Baby shower was on her mind. Kelly & Stella had gone back and forth but had decided to find out if the baby was a girl or boy. That had Brett going into full gender reveal planning mode. Stella had a great idea for the reveal and Brett started the planning process. Dr. Asher knew there was going to be a reveal. During the 16 week ultrasound. She gave the couple all the new measurements and handed an envelope to Stella.

The day had finally arrived. 51 common rooms had been transformed into all baby. Pink and Blue everywhere. Cupcakes, blue and pink juice, banners, balloons. Brett called everyone outside for the reveal. Brett had gotten Hermans help. Had an old firehouse and had dyed the water going through it with color. Herman handed Sev the hose.

“Whenever you are ready! Do you need a quick 101 on how to use the hose?”

Everyone laughed. Kelly was not amused, but he was so excited he just gave him an eye roll. Well of course in Herman fashion, the hose malfunctioned. Kelly was trying to look into the house and see if there was a kink or blockage, and was just about to yell at Herman. All of a sudden water shot up in his face. He opened his eyes and realized there was PINK water spraying all over him and Stella. Everyone started cheering. Stella was crying. Those darn hormones. Kelly lunged over to his wife, picked her and her baby belly up and twirled her around accompanied with a big, passionate kiss. Stella cupped his face in her hands.

“I think the writing has always been on the wall that you, Kelly Severide, was always meant to be a GIRL DAD. Your gonna be the absolute, most wonderful DAD”

Kelly tilted his head. He was relishing in how in love with his wife he truly was.

“Stella, our daughter is going to be the luckiest, blessed little girl to have you as her Mom. And she is going to love you unconditionally just like I do”

Chapter 3 ~ Papa Bear

Kelly will always protect HIS GIRLS

Kelly Severide had always protected Stella Kidd. Stella was always strong and resilient, truth be told she didn’t need protection but Kelly always felt fiercely protective of her. When she first started at 51 and they were casually ‘hooking up’. Her ex husband returned and threw Stella’s life into chaos AGAIN. Kelly tried to stay out of it but when Grant started to become dangerous, he could not leave it alone. Starting with hiding out in Stella’s apartment while they were there with a knife. That alone bothered Severide to no end. He knew Stella was in danger even if she wasn’t willing to face it. It all reached a breaking point and Stella was attacked outside of Molly’s. Severide without hesitation got in between Grant and a knife. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Even after that, Stella would not press charges and in the end Kelly was so angry she wouldn’t get this asshole out of her life once and for all. Whatever was happening ended before it began.

Time had passed. Kelly and Stella may have not worked out romantically at that time but had built a wonderful friendship. He was typically not friends with women. Just his best friend Shay. Losing her was not only traumatic but also devastating to Kelly. Stella became his Shay, was his ride or die. They both had become so invested in this close friendship they had built. Even though everyone in their life could see it was so much more, denial is real. Even as friends, he was still so protective of her. When there was a shooter in the firehouse Stella was trying to keep the shooter calm and distracted. Kelly had no hesitation but to go and protect her.

They both essentially avoided how they truly felt for years. Dating other people but still ALWAYS maintaining a very special friendship. That house fire where ammunition was in the fire changed everything. Stella and Otis trapped up in the room where literal gun fire was going off. That was enough for all of Kelly’s senses to be shattered. He had been strictly told not to enter the house, it was too dangerous. He lunged through Boden and ran into the house. Only one thing on his mind, to SAVE STELLA. He was forced to realize this was not about friendship. It was about protecting a woman who had changed his life, someone he was in love with. A year later, when she was trapped in the tower fire with no air...this time it was Stella trying to save the love of her life. If not for risky surgery to save her lung and her life. This was one of the worst days of Kelly’s life. He fought for her and would ALWAYS fight for her.

All of this was Severide being her loyal protector. It was on a whole different level now. She was his WIFE and they were expecting their baby girl in a few months. He was constantly at her beck and call. Always asking if she needed anything. If she was not with him. He would always be texting or calling, making sure she was checking in especially if she was driving. Stella was not at the firehouse all the time. She was teaching with GOF, she would be at the firehouse on

occasion but not everyday. Obviously, Kelly hung out at Molly’s the whole time Stella would work. After he would take her home, take care of her after she was on her feet for hours. He would do anything for HIS GIRLS.

It was a normal night at Molly’s. Kelly was sitting with squad boys. As usual, waiting for his wife to close up for the night. Stella was 6 months pregnant. She had cut her hours slightly. She was getting more tired and sore the further along she became. Stella was clearing tables nearing the end of the night when Kelly heard glass shattering. He immediately stood up looking for his wife. He found her standing with a man in front of her. She looked scared. An intoxicated man was yelling at her. Stella had cut him off earlier, explaining it was last call.

“Hey woman, I want another drink. No woman is gonna cut me off”

Stella felt fearful, immediately holding her baby bump. Kelly immediately ran over and stepped right in front of Stella.

“Hey, back the fuck up now! You lay one finger on my wife and I PROMISE i will end you. I have zero problem on getting the police here to throw your ass out or you can voluntarily leave RIGHT NOW”

As the man left, Stella let out a big sigh of relief. Kelly gave Stella a big bear hug while holding her bump.

“No one will EVER hurt MY GIRLS”

Stella smiled

“Usually, I wouldn’t condone you going all testosterone, but THANK YOU for always protecting US”

Stella finished closing. They went home together, holding onto each other. They both crawled into bed. Stella, tired, almost asleep heard her husband say.

“Goodnight MY GIRLS, I LOVE YOU BOTH MORE THAN ANYTHING”

Chapter 4 ~ She’s Here

Baby Girl Severide Arrives

Stella was reaching the end. She was 39 weeks pregnant. She felt so big. Was getting hard to move around. She had stopped working a few weeks ago. She was spending her days at home, nesting for their baby girl's arrival. Everything was ready. They settled on a moon and stars theme for the nursery. Kelly didn’t like the idea of Stella being alone at the loft while he was on shift, especially nearing the end of her pregnancy. He wanted her at the firehouse, so at the very least even if all the trucks were on a call someone would usually be in the house, even Boden. Stella actually thought it was sweet on how protective her husband was. He was in full dad mode. She happily obliged as the last thing she wanted was to be alone in the loft when she went into labor.

It was late morning in mid June. All the trucks were sent out on a call. Before he left as he always does, Kelly gave HIS GIRLS a kiss goodbye and promised to return safely as he always does.

Boden had a meeting at headquarters and had returned to an empty firehouse. He suddenly heard what he thought might be screaming coming from the common room. He found Stella hunched over the counter in pain. He saw a wet spot on the floor. Stella looked up while trying to breathe.

“Chief, my water broke and I’m having really painful contractions”

Chief immediately reacted.

“Let’s get you to the hospital. I will radio Severide on the way”

During the ride to Med, Stella was concentrating on her breathing.

Boden got on the radio. With a big smile and beaming with pride. Knowing his longest lieutenant, someone who was like a son to him. He had seen Severide in his best and his worst and he was so proud he was going to become a dad with his true love. It’s all he ever wanted for Kelly.

“SQUAD 3, COME IN SQUAD 3”

Kelly heard Boden come on the radio.

“Hi Chief, we are on our way back to the firehouse”

“KELLY, NEED YOU TO COME TO MED”

Kelly took a breath. Looked at Tony, Capp and Cruz. Everyone smiled, knowing full well why they needed to get to Med. Cruz reached around and placed a calming hand on Sev’s shoulder. “Let’s get to Med and welcome you to the DAD CLUB, I have a cigar waiting”

Kelly gathered himself.

“Chief, I’m on my way”

In the meantime. The other trucks from 51 heard the call as well, everyone made their way to Med. Boden took all the rigs out of service. Everyone wanted to be there for baby girl Severide’s debut.

Boden pulled into Med. He had called ahead. Maggie and Dr. Asher were waiting at the entrance for Stella. They walked Stella to the back, encouraging her breathing. Dr. Asher got her situated in a room. Doctor did an examination.

“OK, Stella, we are almost ready. You are 7cm dilated”

Dr. Asher looked over to the fetal monitor.

“Baby’s heartbeat is very strong, nothing to worry about it”

Stella let out a big sigh of relief.

Hospital doors opened. Kelly was barreling through the doors. Nervously, I ran up to the desk.

“My wife Stella Kidd is here and in labor”

Nurse called to the back. Maggie emerged.

“Are you ready to meet your daughter? Stella is ready to start pushing”

Tears began to form in Kelly’s eyes.

As he got into the room where his wife was, both him and Stella started crying. “I’m so glad you're here and you got here in time”

“THERE IS NO WHERE ELSE I WOULD RATHER BE”

Kelly gave his wife a kiss.

“YOU GOT THIS STELLA KIDD. Let’s meet our DAUGHTER”

Dr. Asher got everything ready.

“OK, Stella, you are 10cm. It’s time to push”

Kelly held onto his wife as they were about to embark on their most joyous journey.

After 2 hours of pushing and resting. Pushing and resting. The sound they had been waiting to hear. A loud, shrieking cry. Kelly cut the cord and the baby was placed on Stella’s chest. Stella was crying. Kelly looked at his wife and brand new daughter.

“YOU ARE AMAZING. I’m SO PROUD OF YOU”

Nurses took the baby to clean her and swaddle her in a blanket. Now, it was dad’s turn. Kelly’s daughter was placed in his arms. It took no time at all for this brand new bundle of joy to have her dad wrapped around his finger. His world was forever changed.

Stella woke up without Kelly knowing and witnessed the most beautiful daddy and daughter moment.

Kelly began to talk to his daughter.

“Baby girl, I have waited so long for you. You have made me a daddy. Something I have waited for. The wait for you was so worth it. I am so in love with your mommy, she has been my world for a long time now. Now I have TWO GIRLS WHO ARE MY WHOLE WORLD. Your mommy is an absolute rock. I LOVE YOU more than anything my baby girl.”

Stella looked up sniffling. Kelly looked at her.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough. Seeing you talk to OUR daughter literally completes me. You are going to be the best daddy”

“I never thought I would get this feeling. I have never been happier than being right here with MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS”

Kelly then asked.

“About her name, you really want this name for her?”

“It’s PERFECT KELLY. I wouldn’t want it any other way”

Kelly was so grateful in that moment for her selflessness. He sure had hit the jackpot.

After a while, Kelly brought their baby girl out to the waiting room.

“SHE’S HERE”

All of 51 cheering and cooing at how beautiful she is.

“Stella is resting but she gave me permission to formally introduce our daughter...I would like to introduce...

SAYLOR SHAY SEVERIDE

7LBS 14OZ

Born: June 10th, 2023 @ 3:18PM

Everyone got baby snuggles and kisses. Then it was the three of them again. Kelly had climbed into bed with his wife. Stella had Saylor in her arms, and had just fed her with no problems. Kelly had one hand around his wife and one hand gripping his daughters fingers.

As he was about to fall asleep. He thought.

“I really am the LUCKIEST GUY not just in Chicago but the whole world...JUST ME AND MY GIRLS”

[alloverthegaf]

hi everyone I know I’ve been MIA forever I’m sorry but let me make it up to you by telling y’all the story of our mystery visitor.

A couple of months ago I woke up at night every now and then to hear meowing outside our window, but I never saw the culprit, and eventually forgot about it.

A week or so later we left out a pizza box with a slice left in it. Next morning Ron gets up for work and wakes me up to find out what the hell happened in the kitchen.

Naturally I, the country girl, started completely freaking out because I was imagining all the different creatures that could be secretly living in our house. Ron, the city boy, thought this was hilarious. I did not, because I was busy imagining waking up to a possum or a wild rat sitting on top of me in bed.

We did more investigating that afternoon and found little dirty paw prints on his computer desk, and the sink counter in the bathroom. Too big to be a rat, small enough to still be a possum, or a small cat.

Over the next week, we notice more small signs that SOMEONE is exploring our house in the midnight hours, but no more clues.

Then, one night, I’m sitting in our bedroom straightening my hair, and notice movement out of the corner of my eye. I look to the doorway and see a dark, bushy tail disappearing into the main bedroom, which we haven’t moved into yet because we haven’t set up my bed from home yet (different story). I quickly run and close the main bedroom door, then run to the entertainment room where Ron’s gaming and shout “I CAUGHT IT”.

I rush him to the bedroom and we open the door, and nothing’s there. That room permanently has a window open for an old air con vent, so clearly the intruder escaped.

At this point, obviously, I have come to the conclusion of cat.

We go away for the weekend (ANOTHER story, so romantic omg), and when we get back, we set up the bed and move into the main bedroom.

A week later my friend shows up on my doorstep crying and holding her 2 year old (oh my god another story I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long) and later we’re hanging out the back and chase the toddler back inside. When we all come out, her little snack pack of salami and cheese is missing all the fucking salami. I’m like “THE CAT!! IT WAS THE CAT!!”

We still have not properly met our regular visitor.

Then we have an irresponsible moment and buy a smart TV for the bedroom. I’m sitting in bed watching youtube and it happens. WE MEET.

He jumps right into the bedroom like it’s his own domain. We finally have our moment of true contact. He sniffs my hand. I pat him. He tries to bite me. He butts his head against me asking for more pats.

I gently coax him into letting me pick him up so I can bring him to Ron, who’s gaming online with the guys. I enter the room, call out “Ron!” and he looks away from his FPS and goes “...oh boy.”

Next he’s explaining through his mic that he thinks I’ve just adopted this stray cat.

Thing is I don’t think he’s a stray. He looks well fed, fairly groomed, he’s so comfortable with me.

As you can see from these photos from the NEXT night, where he is getting settled in our bed.

But he also gets very enthusiastic about food, and his claws are getting pretty long and sharp.

It’s maybe possibly not helped by me, encouraging him, and cuddling with him. Admittedly most nights since the first, Ron has come to bed and had to move the cat from his spot.

Since then, I have told Ron’s family about it, who all want me to have the cat because they know how much I want one, and gave me all the possible ways about how it might be homeless and need me to care for it, and basically they got in my head and I started fucking FEEDING him.

So now he’s coming by earlier during the day and leaving later and he keeps butting his damn head against me looking for pats and it’s so fucking CUTE and he has the most high pitched meow.

A couple of nights ago I was having a bad day and Ron wasn’t home and I had cereal for dinner, and no food left for the cat, and I got super stressed out about him clearly waiting for food and reaching for my bowl so I put him outside and closed our bedroom window. When Ron joined me in bed later that night I told him and said I felt really bad but also less stressed about this cat that wasn’t mine, and he was like “hmmm the cold front’s supposed to start tonight” and I got so guilty and stressed about the cat that I couldn’t relax until we heard him jump in from the bathroom window lmaooo.

I have since talked to some neighbours, and the next step is to get him scanned/take him to the vet to see if he’s microchipped. If he is, I’ll contact the owner and talk to them about what’s going on. If he’s not, I’m adopting him and spending my month’s salary on cat things.

Also, I’ve nicknamed him Boof. Because he likes to boof his head against me and also because he is clearly a boofhead.

And EVERYONE who even slightly knows me knows I’ve been dying to have a pet, especially a cat, but I’ve been waiting till the new year to make sure I’m ready and financially stable enough. And out of nowhere this cat starts just forcing his way into our lives. About a week after I bonded with Boof, I was explaining the situation to one of Ron’s friends in the car on the way to dinner, and said how I’d been wanting a cat for so long and suddenly this one appears, and Ron interrupted me to say “you didn’t manifest this cat” and I’m like “but I think I MANIFESTED THIS CAT”

If I do end up taking him in, we’ll be modifying the house so he can’t get outside without a leash or something anymore, and I’ll be doing everything I can to make sure he’s still properly stimulated at home. We live on a busy intersection so there’s no alternative for me. If we do find an owner, I will sadly but earnestly ask them to try to keep him inside from now on, not only for his safety from traffic, but also because I don’t want the responsibility of something happening to him while he’s with me and he’s not mine.

I’ll update y’all as we go. But whatever happens, I feel very blessed to have met and bonded with Boof.

[snowdice]

Best Laid Plans (Part 8/8: Breaking News) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships:  Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Roman, Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Virgil, Roman

Appear: Logan, Patton

Mentioned: Remy, Emile, Janus, Remus

Summary:

Virgil (now) Sanders was once a villain vigilante kid down on his luck. After being injured helping the superhero Bluebird, he ended up being adopted by him and his husband. Logan and Patton Sanders helped Virgil in ways he didn’t even know he needed. Since then, he’s put away his persona of Shadow Caster, the strange, hard to label, super who haunted the city for a few years. Instead he’s opted for being a normal teenager and university student.

But while Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things who he had been, he never had. And when worst comes to worst, Virgil will be willing to reach for a mask once again despite his fathers’ wishes and expectations.

Sometimes even the best laid plans fail.

Thanks to @bilgisticallykosher, @kiapet2, and ASmallForest (on discord) for being betas!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Virgil had not expected Prince to pull off his mask and reveal the face of Roman Sylvia underneath. Honestly, could this night get any weirder?

“But you’re the son of the mayor,” he blurted, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, and?” Roman said. “Bluebird’s a math teacher of all things.”

“Yes, but, you’re the mayor’s kid. Why would you need to go out being a secret hero?”

“Well, why were you out being a secret vigilante at…” Roman paused to think for a few seconds. “Wait, we fought for the first time when you were 14?!” He looked horrified by this fact.

“Yeah…” Virgil said awkwardly.

“I beat up a baby?!”

Virgil scowled at him. “I was not a baby… you did not beat me up!”

“Did so!”

“Did not! I always got away, easy.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because I let you,” Roman sniffed. It was the same way he always said he let Virgil win games of Mario Kart.

“Bullshit!” Virgil returned, just like he always did in those moments too.

“I could have used my superstrength on you, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone, so I didn’t.”

“Yeah, so, that was you not being able to control your powers enough to catch me,” Virgil said, folding his arms, “not you purposefully letting me go!”

“Oh, whatever,” Roman replied flippantly. “Why were you even out and about fighting me? You couldn’t even drive. What were you doing robbing banks?”

“You think I don’t realize you were 17 when you started?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah,” Roman said, smugly. “Old enough to drive.”

“You’re the son of the mayor. I was poor. At least I had an excuse!” Virgil exclaimed.

“You’re burning the spam!” Roman exclaimed back.

“Fuck,” Virgil said, whipping back around to remove the frying pan from the stovetop. The slices looked a little crunchy, but that would be fine.

He’d also forgotten to start the water for the ramen, distracted by that whole conversation, so he grabbed a saucepan now and filled it up with enough water to make all of the Ramen at once. It was only after he’d finished with that that he turned back to Roman.

“So…” Virgil said.

“So.”

Virgil crossed his arms and leaned against the counter to study him. “I never pegged you for the superhero type.”

Roman frowned. “Is that an insult, or…?”

Virgil shrugged with a slight teasing smile on his face. “Take it however you want.”

Roman scowled, but then rolled his eyes. “So, what exactly happened then?” Roman asked. “Back then, I mean. How did you end up getting adopted by Bluebird?”

“Uh,” Virgil said. “When I got shot, Logan didn’t want to take me to a hospital since I’d just saved his life. He didn’t want to risk people unmasking me, so he took me home to Patton. Patton fixed me up and then pretty much emotionally adopted me as soon as I woke up because he’s, you know, Patton.” 

Roman nodded in understanding. 

“I let it slip that I was a foster kid and that my foster father wasn’t a particularly good one. From there they figured out my exact age and why I’d become a vigilante. They had Remy document injuries from my foster father and sent them to the police. Patton pulled some strings,” Virgil gestured towards Roman, since said strings had been his mother, “and the next thing I knew, I was living with them. The rest, you pretty much know. They were good to me; they adopted me, and here we are.”

“Huh,” Roman said. 

Virgil turned off the heat once the noodles had finished cooking and started dishing them out into two bowls. He then topped them with the slightly-too-crunchy spam and slid one over to Roman.

“So,” Roman said as he pulled the bowl to himself. “You got to train with Bluebird.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Of course, that’s what you focus on.”

Roman’s nose scrunched up. “And Bluebird is… Mr. Dr. Sanders? That’s wild. I’d never expect it. No wonder no one’s ever figured out his secret identity…”

Roman trailed off, remembering the events of today. There was an awkward silence in which they were clearly both thinking the same thing. No one had ever figured out his secret identity until today. He hadn’t been wearing a mask when they’d found him.

Roman stared into his bowl of noodles. “You know,” he said after a few moments, “it… it actually does kind of fit in a weird way. Your dad being Bluebird.”

“How so?” Virgil asked curiously. Logan Sanders had always been Bluebird to Virgil. He’d never had to put the two identities together; they’d always just been the same person.

“Well, when I look at Bluebird, I don’t really think of Logan Sanders the math and physics nerd, but if I think about what Logan Sanders would be if he ended up a superhero… yeah, that tracks.”

Virgil snorted. “How does that even make any sense, Princey?”

“I don’t know,” said Roman. “Just… yeah, no, your dad would 1000% just roll his eyes at villains monologuing at him and then throw them into a wall so he could get back home to grade a calculus exam. I can’t believe no one’s ever figured it out.”

“Well, a few people have to be fair,” Virgil said with a laugh.

“Dr. Patton?”

“Well, he got a pretty big hint from what I understand, but yeah, he put it together. So did Remy, actually.”

“Remy knows?” Roman asked.

“Pretty much since Patton has,” Virgil confirmed. “Logan told me when he started fostering me, not that he had a choice because he’d already shown me his house as Bluebird. He told Emile after that because, I, uh, needed therapy with someone he trusted. It’s… it was a pretty closely guarded secret.”

They descended into silence again after that, going back to eating their food. They eventually migrated to the couch once finished, waiting on Patton to be done with whatever he was doing to help Logan. Clearly growing bored after a bit, Roman leaned over and flipped on the television. They watched the end of some sitcom rerun before the channel switched over to the early morning news at 4am.

They listened to the main story that most people were going to wake up to today, and which was likely going to be blasted all over the news, all day.

“What the hell did he do?” Virgil breathed.

There had been a blackout across a good 1/8th of the city, centered exactly at the old factory they’d invaded earlier in the night. That wasn’t much of a surprise to Virgil and Roman since they’d both noticed the lack of lights when they’d left the building. What did surprise them was reports of people having memory loss. The police had even ended up finding the factory as it appeared to be the epicenter of whatever had happened. They weren’t sure what had happened yet as it was breaking news and the police hadn’t had time to investigate, but the news clearly thought it must have been some villain attack.

“Does your dad have mental powers?” Roman asked.

“I…” Virgil said. “He did allude to having something once or twice, but I never thought...” Had Logan… erased everyone’s memories? There were no fatalities reported yet. Everyone who’d been in the factory was still unconscious, but people who’d been outside of the factory but within a mile of it pretty much had no recollection of the past 12 hours. Who knew what had happened to the people in the factory. Virgil wondered if Logan even knew.

“Well,” Roman commented, “Bluebird just became even more terrifying.”

They continued to watch the newscast, and Roman ended up scrolling through twitter to see if there was any more news breaking that hadn’t gotten to the mainstream.

It was pretty much all the newscasters talked about besides the weather for the next hour. It was an evolving story. The police had found prisoners in cells in a different part of the facility than Roman and Virgil had been in. They were also unconscious and hadn’t been identified yet. So far, nothing could be recovered from the computers despite their generators not having let the computers be cut from power for too long. They’d seemingly been completely wiped somehow.

Just like everyone's minds.

The news went on a small break before promising to start up again at 5. That’s when Patton finally came out of the bedroom.

Roman and Virgil both looked back at him when they heard the door open. He paused and blinked at their maskless faces.

Virgil just shrugged. “He figured us out,” he explained.

“Hi, Dr. Patton,” Roman said.

“Hello, Roman. I didn’t realize you were a superhero.” Virgil would give him a couple of hours before he did the math on Prince’s first appearance and Roman’s age, but for now he seemed too tired and distracted to notice anything amiss. Or even to really react to Roman being Prince at all.

Patton turned to Virgil. “Lo’s fixed up now,” he said. “He’d like to see you. I’m just getting him some soup.”

Relief crashed over Virgil. He’d felt fairly confident that Logan would be okay once Patton had his hands on him, but still, it was a relief to know he was bandaged up with no unforeseen issues. 

“Yeah, I’ll go check in with him,” Virgil said.

“Why don’t you sit down for a second, Dr. Patton,” Roman suggested, hopping to his feet. “I’ll prepare the soup. You’ve been standing and worrying for a while.”

Patton flashed him a half smile that was a bit brittle around the edges. “If I sit down, I might crash.”

“Well, that’s okay too!” Roman said. “You deserve to rest a bit.”

Virgil highly doubted the type of crash Patton meant was the physical kind, and that was only emphasized by the tight-lipped smile he gave Roman in response. He did, however, sit on the couch. Virgil handed Patton the remote while getting to his feet.

“You might want to… change to a non-news station,” he suggested.

“Mmm,” Patton acknowledged.

Virgil then turned to the bedroom door. It was closed but cracked open, and Virgil pushed it the rest of the way open to slip inside before closing it completely behind him.

Logan was no longer in his ripped superhero suit. Patton had at some point helped him change into pajamas and had left him propped up on the bed for eating. He looked rather normal except for a bandage on his neck and a couple of bruises disappearing behind the mask on his face, but Virgil knew very well that he was a lot worse for wear underneath his clothes.

He glanced up when Virgil came in.

“Did Prince leave?” he asked, curiously.

Virgil was confused for a moment before he remembered that he was no longer wearing a mask. “Oh, uh, no,” Virgil said. “Prince turned out to be Roman and tonight was all he needed to figure all of us out, so there’s no point to the masks anymore.”

“Roman as in Rhea’s child, Roman?” Logan asked.

“That’d be the one,” Virgil said with a shrug.

He hummed in acknowledgment, contemplating the information for a long moment. Then, he patted the bed next to him.

Virgil was rounding the bed in an instant to climb up into the empty space next to him. He was careful while settling down near him, moving close but not quite touching him since he wasn’t sure where exactly all of his injuries were. He turned on his side to face him, cheek laying on the same pillow as Logan’s head.

“Hey there,” Logan said softly once Virgil had stopped moving.

“Hi, Dad.”

Logan didn’t move to turn onto his side for obvious reasons, but he did shift a bit so he could reach over and pet the back of Virgil’s head for a couple of seconds before just letting his arm flop down onto the bed, curled half around his son.

“Thank you, I suppose I should say,” Logan said after a few seconds. “Though I am not a fan of your methods of saving me.”

Virgil scowled slightly, not that Logan could see it with the way his face was staring at the ceiling. He hoped his dad senses allowed him to feel Virgil’s discontent with that statement anyway. “You don’t even know my methods.”

Logan glanced over at him briefly, an eyebrow raised. “I was informed there was something about a decoy shadow under a pile of blankets and observed you in costume in a secured facility.”

“And what of it?” Virgil asked.

“You were impatient,” Logan scolded. “You could have gotten yourself hurt.”

“Of course, I was impatient,” Virgil argued. “I wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing.”

“You should have sat around and thought through a plan.”

“Sometimes plans are fucking stupid,” Virgil shot back. “Like yours. My plan worked.”

“And my plan likely would have worked as well, eventually,” Logan said.

“Well, we know mine worked, and quicker, so what’s the problem?”

Logan huffed. “Just because someone manages not to get hurt doing something reckless like jumping from a two-story building doesn’t mean jumping from a two-story building was a good idea.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well your plan was like jumping from a three-story building.”

“My plan was perfectly well thought out,” Logan insisted, a stubborn tilt to his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” Virgil asked. “And what exactly did you think I was going to do when you made your plan? Because it’s not a good plan when I was always going to do what I did.”

Logan sighed. “Good point,” he conceded, shutting his eyes. He apparently was willing to let the argument die there for the moment at least. He was clearly exhausted. Virgil was sure he’d hear more about it when the man was feeling better though.

There was a long pause in which Virgil pressed his face against Logan’s shoulder. He’d honestly thought that Logan had fallen asleep, with his eyes closed and his breathing leveling out. Yet after a few minutes, Logan spoke again.

“You have a hero’s soul, you know,” he said conversationally.

“What?” Virgil asked, not quite sure what he was talking about, but still saying, “No, I don’t.”

“You do,” Logan corrected easily. “It’s admirable, but I fear it’s also liable to drive you towards stupidity.”

“I do not, and it does not,” Virgil argued back.

“The last time you threw yourself into danger for me, it was in front of a bullet.”

Virgil was silent.

“I was very much hoping there wouldn’t be a repeat performance.”

They were silent again, because of course there had been a repeat performance. How could there not have been? When Logan was Bluebird and Logan was Logan. Virgil would have literally thrown himself in front of a bullet again if the circumstances had necessitated it.

Logan sighed, knowing what Virgil was saying with his silence.

“I’m fine,” said Virgil.

“I know.”

“You’re not.”

“I will recover.”

“Will you?”

Silence, and Virgil knew what Logan was saying in his.

There was a knock at the door then. “I come bearing soup,” Roman’s voice declared.

“Come in,” said Logan.

Roman shouldered the door open, a tray of soup in his arms. “Hey, Mr. Dr. Sanders,” he said with a small smile.

“Hello, Roman,” Logan replied. “I suppose I can take my mask off.”

“Here, I’ll do it,” offered Virgil, reaching up to carefully pull the black mask off of Logan’s face. He tried not to wince at the purpling bruises covering it.

Roman came fully into the room, and Patton followed closely behind. Roman settled the tray on Logan’s lap while Patton perched on the edge of the bed. Patton’s hand reached back to touch Virgil’s ankle briefly.

“Thank you,” Logan said as Roman sat down in one of the chairs in the room. It was awkward and quiet while Logan started eating his soup.

“So,” Roman eventually said, breaking the silence, “I never would have guessed Bluebird was a nerd.”

Logan scoffed immediately and rolled his eyes. He pointed his spoon threateningly at Roman. “Enough out of you.”

“No, seriously, great secret identity. You could walk into class still in the Bluebird suit and everyone would wonder why Professor Sanders was cosplaying Bluebird that day.”

“Honestly, I should have been able to guess with you,” Logan grumbled. Roman smiled slightly, and Virgil was glad Roman was here to lighten the mood and make Logan act a bit like normal.

“You know, I have so many questions for you!”

Logan arched an eyebrow, looking tired, but in a different way than he already was tired. “Like what?”

“If you think too hard about a math equation, do you accidently explode your chalkboard?”

Logan stared at him for a moment and then Roman yelped, shooting off of his seat. “Hey!”

Virgil snickered as Logan smirked into his soup.

“Yes,” Patton answered, with a soft smile.

Logan turned to him with a pout. “I haven’t done that since my dissertation.”

“And when you read the Dahlberg paper 3 years ago,” Patton reminded him.

They continued to argue about it then in that soft way that they always argued. That being, it wasn’t really an argument at all. If Virgil closed his eyes, he could pretend it was just a normal night at home with his parents and that Roman was visiting. That was enough for now.

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