#(shakes him back and forth) this isn't you!!!! you're supposed to be orange!!!!!!!!

[silverselfshippingchaos]

his eyes are so pretty!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 1

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

It's retro night. You're looking bomb, feeling fly, ready to get groovy. In a manner of speaking. Platforms, short skirt, a crop top with a faux fur bolero. You are channeling your inner Cher Horowitz.

It's your nineteenth birthday and you can drink your ass off. At last. It's your time. The best days of your life are ahead of you.

Not only are you vibing, you have your posse, your trio of thots. You're not the queen bee but you're a great sidekick. The Regina George of the group is definitely Amanda and her svelte blond hair, but you'd say Kamlai is more the Gretchen Wieners than you.

You smile at the bouncer, a man with a derisive look on his eye that makes you want to dissolve into sand or dust. Whatever. Maybe a nice eerie fog so you can float away. You only catch half his face as he keeps in the shadows, waving in coeds and a few middle-aged creepers.

You wish you got the nice one with the belly. You wait for the silent man to scowl at your ID. He holds it up beside you before he flicks it back to you.

"Thank you, sir," you catch the plastic card against your chest, his eye glinting towards your cleavage.

"Go," he growls and waves forward the next eager club goer.

"Oop, okay, sorry," you make a gesture like Betty Boop, raising your shoulders as you kick a foot up, "have a great night!"

He grumbles and you quickly run to catch up with Kam and Amanda. The pulsing music embraces you and you feel the energy flow into you. This night is gonna be awesome!

"You guys have to make sure to get pics of me!" Amanda hollers above the beat, "with the cutest guy I can find. Seth can eat his heart out."

You shake your head, shrugging off your disappointment. It's supposed to be your day but somehow Amanda always finds her way into the spotlight. You're not going to worry, you're all about fun!

You get your first round of drinks and find a seat. Amanda drinks her pink martini as she scopes out the room. She blows a nonplussed raspberry.

"Ugh, not finding any hunky fuckboys," she rolls her eyes, "I mean, I need someone super fucking hot."

"Don't we all," Kam giggles as her eyes rove, "how about an older guy?"

"Hm?" Amanda gives a pout and twists around to follow Kamlai's gaze. She tilts her head back and forth.

"Not too bad, I'll take the middle one," she winks, "you two can fight over who doesn't get specs."

You look at Kam then back to the three men along the wall. Amanda must be referring to the one with the spiky hair and glasses. He's cute but you're not really into the leering type.

"It's my birthday," you say as Amanda's already on her feet.

You peek at the third guy, sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's not bad. Besides, you just have to dance, Amanda can do all the wants but you're not that kinda gal. You're too damn weird to be the hookup type.

"Fine," Kam rolls her eyes, "I'll take the nerd."

🥂

You grab the stranger's hands and once more drag them off your ass. You put them on your waist and give him a look. Dude, really, take a hint.

Well, he's not a stranger stranger. His name is Cole and he likes flowers. Adorable but still, a bit too old for you.

You turn, an excuse too look around at your friends as you shimmy your hips. Kam isn't as detered as she originally let on and Amanda is gone. Alright…

"How about a drink?" Cole startles you as he leans forward to yell in your ear, "I think I owe the birthday girl at least one."

"Oh, uh, alright," you turn back to him, "sure, I needa sit down anyway."

You follow him to the bar and wait by his arm as he orders. Fuck Amanda, really? Where is she?

"Here," Cole turns back to you, handing over the bright blue cocktail, "birthday special."

You nod and smile. You look at the slice of orange hooked over the edge and sniff the sweet drink. You put your lips to the straw but before you can take a sip, it's torn out of your grasp.

"Hey fucker," the snarl bites through the breakdown of the Cyndi Lauper classic.

A large figure pushes between you and Cole, throwing the drink in his face as he sputters. You gape in surprise and look up as the bouncer stands between you and your erstwhile dance partner. He grabs the smaller man by the collar, knocking his drink to the floor.

"Get the fuck outta here."

The bouncer shoves Cole into a stool and rolls his shoulders. You have no idea what's going on. Cole gulps and looks between you and the large man, himself not by any means small but taking a quick hint. He scrabbles away as you check your feet, a few drops of alcohol on your shoes.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to take drinks from strangers," the bouncer turns with a bark, "fucking bimbo."

You frown at the insult but can't muster a response before he storms away. You peer down at the puddle of the cocktail then spin to see the bouncer disappear through the door. Huh, he must've seen something you didn't. You should've known Cole was a creep. You just hope his friends aren't the same.

[speedygal]

Publicist

Companion piece to; the one that lived, the one that got to grow old, final boss, A Changed Negatron.

Alternate Universe - Jim Starling's Darkwing Duck Television Show

Characters: Darkwing Duck, Negaduck, Original Characters.

(this is a moment that happened in any variation of this reality)

-------

A middle aged duck ran through the rain with a yellow umbrella that made him stand out against the sea of black umbrellas. He even had a yellow raincoat that made him stand out in the mist and the dreary dull theme in the atmosphere held in the tightly compacted city.

He closed his umbrella once entering a restaurant that didn't have many people.

"Mr James Quackville, this way."

James held the umbrella on his arm as he walked on following the server.

"I wasn't aware that I had a meeting with anybody."

"He asked for your spot specifically at the time you normally come in."

"...hmm... who?"

"You can ask yourself, Mr Quackville."

The server paused then he looked over spotting a duck, identical, save for the light pink shirt instead of a salmon orange shirt. He had a purple raincoat seated beside him with a hat that looked like a fedora peeking out of the clump.

"Hello..."

His own voice, his own eyes, his own face, his own style of clothing, albeit smug. And so arrogant. Like a crime boss. It was unnerving being greeted by his positive counterpart.

"Mr Quackville."

James sat down into the booth.

"Call me James." James said.

"And you can call me Darkwing Duck."

James stared at his counterpart with a glare.

"You're joking."

The young duck shook his head resting his elbows on the table.

"It's incredible!" His counterpart exclaimed then stretched his arms out. "We look identical!"

The counterpart pointed back and forth as he leaned forward.

"Like we were separated at birth."

James rapped his fingers on the table. He didn't know.

"I don't suppose you've got a ulterior motive revealing the truth, Mr Duck." James said.

"Mr Quack." was the correction by Edward. "Edward Quack."

James leaned forward with a glare.

"Mr Quack, this isn't a 'i eat with other people' moment." he stretched his hand out then clenched it. "If I wanted to I would be eating with my wife and my egg."

Edward smiled back at him as he rubbed his beak.

"I have a job offer." Edward said.

"Am I going to regret it?" James asked.

"You'll be paid..." Edward let it hang there. "handsomely."

"Tricking a supervillian." James assumed then rolled his eyes.

Edward shook his head.

"I need a publicity manager and someone who can attend important media events in the day."

James slowly leaned back.

"I am not interested in politics, ceremonies, or sticking around to deal with the aftermath of a caper."

James folded his arms as he scowled.

"You come to me about that?" James lifted a brow.

There was a slight moment of pause.

"I have a family to get back to at the end of the night."

"And it isn't night isn't it."

"It's the afternoon."

"Why approach me now? Are you gonna ask me to take up the mask? Willing to stop the foolish thing you're doing fighting Megavolt."

Edward lowered his head, his fingers resting on his shoulders, sighing.

"St Canard needs a mascot, James." Edward said.

James glared back at his counterpart.

"To do the police's job for them!" James was fuming. "Wasting hours, getting hurt, showing how incompetent---"

"Supervillians are a whole another level that the police cannot deal." Edward interjected.

"Normal crime." James hissed.

"The city doesn't have the programs to help those people." Edward said, imply.

"Then why don't they?" James asked.

Edward sighed, shaking his head, then briefly closed his eyes.

"It's not a popular idea." Edward reminded.

"Like a duck the city actively despises."

Edward smiled at the comment.

"As I was saying before being rudely interrupted." He leaned forward then back as he proceeded to talk with his hands. "A heroic, cool, and available mascot in the day time!"

James squinted back at Edward.

"Someone who visits sick kids, someone who can deal with autographs and papparazi, someone who would LOVE the cameras."

James was quiet for a solid moment with his arms folded.

"You're really too soft." James complained.

"People tell me that I'm too rough." Edward said, folding his arms.

"Someone who hates your fame is gonna kill you instead of the real ire." James pointed toward Edward

"Meh." Edward shrugged. "Never gonna happen."

Practically mirroring each other on oppossite ends of the booth. One was relaxed and the other was scowling.

"Then how do you think you're gonna die?" James asked.

"Fighting a supervillian." Edward said.

James shook his head, disappointed, sighing, resting his elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"And you are too idealistic."

Edward lifted a brow.

"And?..."

"I need the money." James confessed.

"Drinks?" The waiter arrived, drawing their attention.

"Coco fizzy water, please." Edward said

"Like some Coo-Coo Cola." James said.

"Appetizers?" the waiter jotted down on the notepad.

"Nachos!" Edward said.

"Breadsticks." James said.

"I'll be back shortly."

The tall dog departed the area then the duo's attention shifted back.

"I do love the attention..." James said.

James cupped the side of his beak as he looked on and a couple of customers departed. James planted his hands on the table.

"Say you have doubts." James said.

"No doubts about turning a bad man into a good one." Edward beamed.

"... Megavolt ceasing his criminal activities." James said, condescendingly, between a snarl.

The beaming was replaced by a grimace and his eyes became full of bitter sorrow.

"I try not to think about Megavolt." Edward said, softly.

Edward looked tired as he rested his purple umbrella between his legs and balanced his hands on the top of the curved handle. He looked older, emotionally, not a middle aged duck.

The waiter returned then deposited the drinks on to the table and the appetizers.

"Do you---"

"Taco salad with shrimp." Edward said.

"Ribs and potato and gravy and bacon." James said.

"We'll be right on it." the waiter said.

"Thanks." Edward said as the waiter departed.

James continued to stare back at Edward for a long moment.

"I never followed you after the very pleasant surprise."

Finally, James sat back down to the seat then took out a notebook and jotted down onto it. He dropped the pen on the table with a clatter then leaned back.

"You are starting something you cannot stop, Darkwing Duck." James reminded.

Edward leaned forward on the table right into the cloud gray spotlight emitting from a light fixture above their heads.

"Isn't that wonderful?" Edward asked, then smiled, his eyes twinkling.

James stared back as he tapped on the table, unimpressed. James slid the paper forward.

"My number." James said.

Edward looked down upon the number then slid it into his rain coat pocket.

"And mine, too." Edward said.

Edward took the notepad and pen, jotted, then handed it back.

"We have a lot to discuss, Darkwing."

"Hey!" James's head bobbed up.

"Have to start somewhere so it won't be weird to be called that..." Edward reminded.

James looked aside then back.

"...What about when I show up?" James asked, cradling his hand beneath his beak. "After solving cases, saving the day, leaving the scene; it's all unpredictable."

James picked up his glass then sipped it.

"You can stalk me." Edward suggested.

James lowered the glass then smiled and lifted both of his eyebrows.

"You're in luck!" James exclaimed, raising the glass up. "I love following people!"

[undertale-writing-times]

🎊 w/ soul seeing as he's now apart of the ask list? hehe don't know if it's possible yk but still :)

It totally is! Cause they only have one soul, so they can totally have a babybones.

Well today you found out something a little… strange.

You were pregnant, and you had a feeling that it was with your datemate, Soul. Well of course it was with him, you haven't been with anyone else! The only thing was that he was one body but two minds, and that made you wonder exactly… who was the other parent?

Would it just be Soul or the brother too? Did the babybones have two parents or three? You thought about that for a while before shaking your head and started to think about other stuff.

How was Soul going to react to the fact that you were pregnant? Was he going to be happy or was he going to be mad? You didn't exactly see why he would be mad about it, it isn't like you DECIDED that you wanted to be pregnant.

You didn't have that ability but damn if it wouldn't make things easier… you paced around your house thinking about what you were going to do, what you were going to tell him.

That was until you heard the door open and close, and you look over to see him walking in, stretching his arms above his head yawning. "Hey Soul" he nods his head to you in a greeting, rubbing at his sockets with his hands. "How was it with the others today?"

"Tirin'" he says with a little laugh. It sounded like Nyhaha. "But oh so fun!" His eyeshines changed orange, "I was able to cook my famous noodles with Axe. He was an amazing person to work with" The eyeshines went back to blue and he chuckles, "Which was pretty tirin too…"

You snicker, shaking your head at him. You were pretty sure that they would go back and forth for a while if you let them so you butt in, "Well why don't you lay down? I have to talk to you about something."

Soul nods and walks over to lay down on your bed, holding his hands on his tummy. He was wearing his normal hoodie, it was two different colors down the middle, one red and one the normal blue. It looked hand sewn. You remember him telling you that he sewd it together, and it had a white heart shape on it. Something that you thought was a little cute.

"Now, what's goin' on? What you need?" he looks at you, tilting his head to the side a little.

You rest your hands on your own stomach, tapping your fingers. You were trying to figure out exactly how you were supposed to tell him. I mean you can't just come out and say that you were pregnant, right? It didn't work like that!

You breathe out slowly shutting your eyes. "You know how I've been acting a little strange? Mostly with food?" You hear him let out a mhm sound so you continue, "Well I think I know what's going on"

"Do you not like my cooking?" he asks, and just by the tone of voice you knew that that was the other soul so you let out a little laugh and you shake your head.

"No no, nothing like that… I uh I think I might be pregnant" You say, opening your eyes and looking at them.

You see his eyeshines go dark, empty black sockets, then he sits up and you felt something and heard a little bling sound. You see a see through white screen appear in front of you, the writing was backwards so you couldn't really make it out.

"Whoa" Soul mumbles.

"What? What is this? Soul?" You look at the box, frowning.

"Heh…" he shakes his head, laughing softly and sends the box away, "Don't worry don't worry, I just did a check on ya and you're right, you have an extra soul… well two"

"I got… we're having twins?" You ask, and he nods, which made you chuckle shaking your head putting your hands over your face. God… how ironic.

"Ahh!" He hops up and pulls you into a hug, spinning, "Y/n! We're pregnant!" He nuzzles his skull against your face, laughing. You giggle hugging back. Well… At least they both seemed pretty happy?

[irepookie]

Wake up Call, Infinity Ch.3

Summary: QUEEN AU WHERE ROGER (ROWAN)IS A19 YEAR OLD SINGLE DAD TRYING TO FIND A PLACE IN THE WORLD OF MUSIC

WARNINGS: iNTENSE FLUFF AND SOME SWEARING

Chapter 3: Row has to start stepping out of the bubble him and his daughter have been living in while in the safety of the hospital, and break the news to his best friends. 

John- Rick

Fred-Len

Bri- Terry

Rog- Rowan

When Row had hung up on Len mid sentence, the boys had been confused. Then again, he was at his mom's house and they had heard her infamous shout of <<ROWAN EUGENE QUEEN>> that always preceded an argument, so they let it go. But then he didn't turn up to rehearsal, or called back for the rest of the afternoon. Or the following afternoon. Or for rest of the week. And that was unlike him. He always called back. (Well, most of his former one night stands would disagree with this). Let's just say he always called his band mates back. Sometimes drunk, at 4 AM, Thus leaving  a wakeful Terry with 2 hours to spare nothing to do but to start revising for whatever exam he had ahead.

So, when they didn't know of him, they went directly to the village's police station, to see if he was locked up, and if not, to report him missing.

"What if we ask Gina?" Rick suggested

"I'd rather check the morgue first, thanks" Len said.

"Well, what else can we do? Huh?"

"Audition new drummers"

"Seriously boys. Let's go."

They knocked on Row's childhood home. Gina opened, with messy hair, a dressing gown and slippers

"Oh, hello boys. He ain't here" she took a drag of the 4th cigarette she had smoked that day despite it only being 8:30 AM.

"Where is he?"

"He isn't at home?"

"We've checked and there's no track of him. We haven't seen him in 7 days"

She sighed "in the hospital, I think. If he hasn't left already"

"Hospital?" All three said simultaneously

"What happened?!" Len added

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

She smiled, mockingly "Wow, father of the year isn't so sure after all"

"What?"

She laughed bitterly. If he hadn't told his best friends yet, it maybe meant he was reconsidering the whole thing. Maybe common sense had hit him after the first stinky nappy.

"You know what? Come in."

"Oh we were actually in a rush..."

"You wanna find him or not? Come in, I don't bite

"Alright" all three musicians entered somewhat awkwardly in the house where so many sleep overs had taken place, back in the day.

She led them to the kitchen, where the phone was, and dialed.

Callie was the closest to the phone "Row? Yes, I'll get him"

She made her way to the room where the Prune had been moved in the previous evening, due to her favourable evolution and the need of free incubators.

She grinned at the scene: the 6 day old infant was dozing against her dad's bare chest, supported by his hands -which seemed huge in comparison to her small figure-. His eyes were closed, but Callie could tell he was awake as his left hand was stroking her head. It was adorable, and they seemed at such peace -poor Row had spent his first whole night on night watch and was exhausted-.

"Row" she called softly

He opened his big blue eyes in acknowledgement.

"You have a call"

"A call? From who?" He whispered back, before looking down at the baby to make sure she was asleep

"Didn't say. But she was kind of irritated"

"Oh, that's mom then" he smiled sarcastically, but didn't move a bit.

"You aren't gonna get on the phone?"

"I don't know. She doesn't deserve our attention does she?" He cooed

"How bad can it be?"

"You don't wanna see my bad side. And I don't ever want her to see it either"

Callie smiled "Go. I'll stay with her"

He groaned in annoyance. He was so comfortable, and he didn't want to get up.

"C'mere darling" he mumbled, detaching his daughter from his lap and carefully lying her on the cot

He exited the room and walked to the phone "What?"

"Row! Where are you?" The three voices of his best friends greeted him from the other side

"Oh, hi guys I... How did you get this number?"

"We're calling you from your mum's. She says you're in hospital" Terry's soft voice said worriedly

"You've gone fucking AWOL! Where are you man? We're worried as hell" Len scolded

"Oh yeah, hehe been..."he scratched the back of his head "been pretty busy" He glanced in the direction of his daughter's room, where he saw Callie readjusting the yellow teddy bear he had bought her the second day.

"Busy? With what?" Rick inquired

"It's... It's a long story."

"Well we've got time"

"Shouldn't you be in uni?" Row said in hopes they'd have to run into class

"It's Sunday, Row!"

"Oh is it?" He had lost track of time, honestly

"C'mon! Spit it"

He sighed "Alright, huh..." He tried to think of where to start. He couldn't really think much tho; his brain was pudge at that moment. "I met a girl in..." He counted nine months back from February "June?" No wait Piper was premature so it could be July or... Then it hit him. "No, remember that afternoon when we set up that Live Aid session in your parents backyard, Len?"

The boys nodded. July 13th. How could they forget? It had been dubbed the best Summer Party of 1985 in town. The four of them had tried to get tickets, but they couldn't even afford a ticket to London in the first place. And so, They watched the whole show with four TV screens around the yard instead, and the whole village had joined them, arguing on which performance had been the best.

Of course, all four members of Symbols agreed that it had been Queen.

"But they signed up late" someone said 

 "Yea, they came late to the party" another agreed. 

"So what? They rocked the party! You just say that because you like U2 better"

 "Like you prefer Queen!" 

 "But we've got a point! Regardless of how much we like them, they were, objectively, the best performance" /

"Objectively? Bullshit!" Anne Williams snapped "They played the same shit they always play! And Bono was a true gentleman, helping that girl who was getting crashed by the crowd."

 "Yea, I'm sure Freddie wouldn't have given a shit, so full of himself and his teeth up his~" /

Dennis Phelps couldn't finish his sentence as a  someone tossed him a Converse, which hit his head. A young woman, with Bowie-like orange dyed haircut approached, with  a bare left foot and the matching shoe on the other 

 "You know nothing about putting up a good show then. Also, you mess with Freddie Mercury again and next time the shoe will be stuck up your ass" she told Dennis, retrieving the item "I mean, it's clear who I'm rooting for but Queen really did what had to be done. Geldof told them all to play the hits, because that's precisely why they're hits: they work. Other artists, like your boyfriend Bono and his band played new material, as if this was their concert. And it's not. Even though they signed up on time and whatever. They took a risk, crowd didn't know the song, they lost interest. But Queen had common sense: they played the hits, the anthems, and people connected with them. And it's not about Freddie or him hypnotizing Wembley. It's having some common sense. And not even you two knew the lyrics of U2s new song. So shut the hell up"

Row had liked her instantly. That's a girl who knows the stuff.

They exchanged a smile, a wink and a complicit nod

"We must join our forces to help out our friends under pressure, don't we?" She said

"Oh yes, Bowie girl." Terry remembered

"Yep."

"So what's with her?" Rick said

"Well, that.. she..." He cut himself off when a cry echoed in Pip's room "Gotta go, guys. I'll call you back"

"No! Row!" Len said, but the line went dead

"Shit"

"What happened?" Gina, who had watched the scene from the door frame, -and was about to finish her 6th cigar in a row,- asked

"He rambled about that Live Aid day, and a girl he met there"

"Did he say her name?"

"No. He had to go suddenly. It's all weird"

"Yea, well... Life is weird, boys"

"I don't understand. What's going on? Can't you tell us, Mrs. Queen?"

"Oh no. No. It's not my story to tell. Nor my business. I tried my best, but that stubborn bastard didn't listen. I'm sorry" she said

"But is he okay?" Len asked, concerned

Gina grinned, at how despite it all, the four boys would stick up with each other to the end of the world "Yes. He's fine."

"Row, are you okay?" Callie said, as the drummer wordlessly took the bundle from her

"Yes, yes. Why wouldn't I be?" He said, sitting with the fussy baby

"You're a bit pale"

"Oh I... Nothing. Just... I'm nervous honestly. Because we're about get discharged and I'm gonna be alone with her and I'll have to dad around all by myself and... And everyone will know..."

"Know what?"

"About her"

"And is that a problem?" Callie crossed her arms

"No, I mean... No, of course not. But everyone will ask questions and judge me and... I'm worried I will end up believing them more and fuck it all up"

"Believing what?"

"They'll start telling me it's a mistake, that I'm gonna screw everything up and that I won't be able to be a good dad and I'm afraid it will become true"

"So you're saying that how people think of you is gonna affect the way you... How you called it? Dad around?"

He nodded "Well, answer me these, will you? Have you, in this moment or at any point during these seven days, thought you are making a mistake?"

He looked at the tiny bundle and shook his head.

"Are you willing to always do your best for the shake of Piper?"

He nodded, noticing he was unconsciously rocking her back and forth.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Look I haven't exactly been a role model in... Well anything. One thing my mom's proud of is that I'm not into drugs. Everyone who has a daughter in the block hates me. So how am I supposed to raise one?"

"Exactly how you've been doing the last six days"

"Yes but I have you guys. And the medics, and the equipment. But there I'll be all alone"

"You will never be alone. You have the friends you've told me about. And your mum...Maybe the little darling is gassy"

"Oh stop about my mum" he carefully changed the Prune to an upright position and began to rub circles on her back without even hesitation. Wow he was actually getting a hold on the burping stuff.

"Yes. Your mum will eventually come to terms with the lil'raisin. I'm sure." She said, whist handing him a muslin to place on the baby's range of accuracy

"Oh you don't know her"

"I know she's a mum. Your mum and mother's rarely ever turn their backs on their children for good"

Row looked at the baby, then raised an eyebrow at Callie

"I said it's rare. There are obviously exceptions" she said "And believe me you're better off. Also, she did call. That's gotta Mean  something"

"I didn't speak with her. Just the band. They were at her place, yeah but... I don't know. I'm not gonna beg on my fucking knees..." He was interrupted by a burp I his ear. Damn, that was a big one. He'd need 2 beers to produce such a loud one.

"Easy, tiger." He laughed "Goddamn it, where did that come from, huh? You're unbelievable" he praised, while getting the muslin out his shoulder and handing it to Callie

"And a neat one too. 10/10." She chuckled

"Atta girl. That's my lil'raisin. Yeah, good girl" he cooed, bringing her to face him, before she started fussing and he nested her again on his chest "Aw, don't cry honey. Please. You're alright. C'mon" he begged. She settled down quickly, and he sighed in relief.

"The point is, that here is like... I feel safe, you know? It's like another world. Another life. And now I have to fit her in my every day, and be in charge and stuff, and... I'm not sure I'm ready"

"Parents are never ready to take them home. Not even those who had 9 months of preparation, and parenting classes, and a nicely decorated and supplied nursery. No one feels ready. But nerves are good. Nerves mean that you care. Worrying and doubting about your ability to be the dad your child needs is precisely what's gonna make you raise your game. Just one last question: are you 100% that you love that lil one with all your heart?"

He looked at his daughter, who had gone back to sleep with the rambling of his voice, as his hand still caressed head and grinned "Hell yeah" Otherwise, how could he explain the way his chest seemed to be holding two hearts whenever she was in his arms? Or how, when he had to leave for the night it felt as though both those hearts were ripped away from him? Or how else could he have turned this goddamn sappy? Yep. That was the proof.

"Then that's all the two of you will ever need. She won't care if you two are rich or live in a cardboard box, or if she wasn't in your initial plans, or that she doesn't have a mom. As long as you love her and make her feel like it."

He nodded, and rested his lips on her soft scalp.

"Right, I Gotta get to another patient. Call'em back."

He stood up, this time taking his Prune along, and went to the corridor where the phone was. Making sure her head was safely cradled along with the rest of her small body on his left arm, he tucked the phone between the right shoulder and neck and dialed their shared place's number

Rick picked up "Yes?"

"I'm a dad" he said simply, and waited for his reaction. 

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I’ll post the picture separately in order to preserve my goddamn sanity cause Tumblr is being a pain in the arse!!!!!

How do you guys do it? Am I the only one who needs 5 bloody tries to post this things?