#Egg adopt Friday requests

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Hey guys, I'm taking Friday fusion requests. With a little twist. Send in a pokemon in the inbox with a + and an emoji of your choosing. and I'll make some mystery Egg adopts for Friday. ^^

[shion-yu]

Hiiii,

Just coming on to see if I could request an Alex and Shu fic. I have been around for a while so you may have already written something along these lines so ignore me if you have lol.

I was thinking about a sickfic when Alex is a bit older like 17ish maybe, and is more acclimatised to living with Shu and to their dynamic. I'd love to see Alex get sick (preferably emeto) and how he handles Shu towards him and his own illness compared to how he did when he was 13 and seemed in your fics to really struggle with it all. Maybe gets sick at school and is embarrassed etc but whatever scenario you think will fit this kind of age/time period and dynamic between Alex and Shu.

Hopefully, it makes sense, and I'd adore seeing what you come up with!!

Day 4: "Great, I got a cold for my birthday."

Answering this ask for @sicktember - thank you so much for sending it! 2,016 words, no TW, CW mention of vomit. ft. a sick 16-year-old Alex.

Friday, March 22, 2013. 

Alex stared at the calendar hanging on his bedroom wall and the blank square at the end of the week. He would turn sixteen on Friday and everyone was making a big deal out of it. He could get his learners permit to drive, but driving wasn't something he was especially excited about unlike some of his classmates. He didn't have the most compelling reasons to need to, after all. He could walk to school, Ryo's house and the neighborhood convenience store where he worked all on his own. There was nowhere else he particularly felt the need to go. Shu told him that he could take his permit exam as soon as he wanted to, and they'd already done a few laps in parking lots together. Alex wasn't bad, but he had trouble remembering all the little things at once. Shu said it would come with practice. 

The thing was, Alex wasn't interested in driving. He didn't care about going out with his classmates or impressing anyone. In fact, he silently dreaded growing up and graduating from high school because that meant being alone again. Shu had adopted him when he was fourteen, but that didn't change the fact that Shu clearly had big dreams for him: of moving out and going to college when he graduated high school. Alex felt as if he’d been only just getting comfortable for years now. He wasn't ready for more change yet.

“Do you want to do anything for your sweet sixteen?” Shu asked him on Monday.

“Isn't that for girls?” Alex asked. 

Shu shrugged. “Maybe? Either way, it's your birthday.”

“It's not like there’s anyone I’d have a party with,” Alex pointed out. Shu frowned but didn't deny it because he knew this was true. There was only Ryo, and Shu’s mom Fulu, both of whom came over all the time. Alex didn't really like anybody else, something he made clear. The teasing had mostly stopped after middle school, but Shu knew it was probably still there, just in a different form: in snickers and whispers, in rumors that stung each time they reached Alex, sometimes intentionally. Ryo had confirmed as much. 

So there wasn't a party, but Shu said they would go to dinner at a nice restaurant with Ryo and Fulu. Alex complained he didn't want to go anywhere fancy, so this was downgraded to Olive Garden. Then Alex complained this was still too formal, and it was further downgraded to the local Tex-Mex joint - which also meant Fulu was out, because she hated Mexican food. By Wednesday, Ryo was counted out too: he was absent from school that day and texted Alex that he had strep throat. This left only Shu and Alex going for Tex-Mex, which was just a regular weeknight occurrence. Shu worried Alex would be disappointed, but he didn't seem like he cared. 

This turned out to be a good thing, because on Friday morning Alex too woke up with a fever and a sore throat so swollen he could barely speak. “Happy birthday!” Shu said when Alex wobbled into the kitchen where Shu was making eggs and bacon as a special start to the day. He took one look at Alex, grimaced and turned the stove off. “Looks like Ryo might've got you,” he sighed. “Back to bed.”

Alex didn't have the energy to deny that he didn't feel good. Last night he'd been snippy at dinner and eaten little, but now he just felt like crap. So he went back to his bedroom and Shu followed him, the smell of bacon grease on his clothes making Alex feel nauseous. 

Shu felt Alex’s cheek for fever once he was back in bed. Alex didn't like being touched much, but he minded less when it was Shu - and when he was sick. Shu shook his head and told Alex to open up so he could shine his phone flashlight down Alex’s throat. It took Shu only a second to shake his head again with a sigh. “Definitely looks like strep,” he said. “And on your birthday, too. I’m sorry bud.”

“It doesn't matter,” Alex croaked. It was just another day, he thought to himself. 

“I’ll see if Dr. Fred can see you today,” Shu said. Alex glared at him this time. Shu knew he hated going to the doctor. “If it's strep you need antibiotics,” Shu pointed out. “You know Dr. Fred’s better than urgent care.”

This was true. Dr. Fred was the pediatrician who had been seeing Alex since he first came to live with Shu. Alex had not liked him at all at first, suspicious and recoiling constantly during the initial physical. But over time Alex had gotten used to him and at the least, no longer bared his teeth at Dr. Fred as if he might actually bite him anymore. It didn't mean he fully trusted the guy though. Alex still said no when Dr. Fred would ask him things like, “Do you want your guardian to leave the room now?” He felt better if Shu was close.

Shu went to call the doctor’s office and Alex texted Ryo: Thanks for giving me strep.

Ryo texted back right away: Nooooo! I’m sorry!! And on your birthday too :’(

Alex sighed and put his phone down. His head hurt, and when he closed his eyes he could feel his heartbeat pulsing behind them. Shu came back a few minutes later. “Dr. Fred said he can see you if you come right now before his first patient comes,” he said. “Let’s go.”

“Do I have to?” Alex grumped.

“Yes. I’ll get you ice cream on the way home,” Shu promised.

Alex sat up and glared at him. “I’m not a little kid anymore,” he snapped. “You can't just bribe me.” But it turned out, Shu absolutely could and they went to the pediatrician, the pharmacy, and finally, the ice cream parlor where Shu dashed inside to buy Alex’s favorite soft serve chocolate ice cream in a bowl with a sugar cone on the side.

“We’ll celebrate when you can swallow,” Shu told him. “Don't eat that cone if it hurts too much.”

Alex rolled his eyes.”Thanks, dad,” he said sarcastically. Alex rarely called Shu dad, and when he did it was usually in a teasing way such as this. It still made Shu smile, though. Shu was so easy to please. 

Post-appointment and ice cream run, they returned home with Alex exhausted and achy in the passenger seat. “Why don’t you rest for a while?” Shu suggested after he’d given Alex his first dose of antibiotics plus a Tylenol. “I won’t do anything fun without you.”

“I don’t care if you do,” Alex rolled his eyes. Shu didn’t react. He was so used to this snippy attitude that it didn’t phase him anymore. People had told him, when he first took Alex in, that things would be more difficult with an older teen. But for Shu, fifteen and now sixteen year old Alex had been a breeze compared to their first year together. There was little that could compare to taming a newly orphaned, guilt-ridden twelve to thirteen year old who was convinced he was responsible for the death of three people. One who so vehemently, violently denied any love that was offered to him that Shu had the scars and patches in the walls to prove it. But things got better, eventually. Sometimes they had seemed as if they never would, but they did. Shu had officially adopted Alex when he was fourteen and he never regretted it, although he made it a priority to make sure Alex never felt he did. And right now, he knew that while Alex would never admit it, the boy became extra sensitive when he was sick thanks to his propensity towards fever nightmares. 

It turned out that afternoon was no exception. Shu had called in to work even though he knew his boss would have some offhand comment when he came back about how his kid was old enough to take care of himself by now. He didn’t care - his years with Alex had finally helped him realize that work was not always the most important thing in his life. He was doing the dishes when he heard the bathroom door slam.

Shu dried his hands and knocked on the door. “Alex? Are you alright?” Shu called. He hoped Alex would growl back that he was just peeing and to bug off, but instead he got the low groan that he’d feared. “I’m coming in,” Shu announced himself as he entered. He found Alex crouched over the toilet, the smell of sick mixed with the distinct sourness of antibiotics hanging heavy in the air. Shu sighed in pity and kneeled on the floor next to Alex, lightly resting a hand on Alex’s sweat-soaked back. Alex shook him off, then threw up some more. It sounded painful; Shu could only imagine how much it burned Alex’s already-sore throat.

“Jeez. Sorry, bud. It’ll be over soon,” Shu said. He fetched a glass of water from the kitchen and returned with it in hand, by which time Alex was flushing the toilet. Shu set the glass on the sink and wet a cold washcloth. “Let’s get you back in bed, are you done?”

Alex looked up at him, his face red and eyes teary. He nodded miserably. He always appeared so young when he was sick and Shu instantly wished he could do something else to help. But all he could do was hand Alex the washcloth to wipe his face off and direct him to rinse his mouth with the water before following the teen back to his bedroom. Alex slumped heavily into bed, whimpering.

“Does your stomach feel any better?” Shu asked gently, pulling Alex’s trash can next to the bed regardless of the answer.

“I don’t know,” Alex said in a small voice.

“Do you want company?” Shu asked.

“I guess,” came the answer after a moment of hesitation.

Shu left and returned with the water from the bathroom, a bottle of Gatorade and the book he was reading. Then he climbed onto the foot of the bed and sat with his back to the wall. He read his book. Alex rested. They didn’t speak, but this was what they both knew was what Alex wanted. Just company. He didn’t like to be fussed over, or doted on, or asked a lot of questions. He wouldn’t want Shu to ask about his nightmares that were too big to explain. He just liked having Shu close by, and that was all. After years of practice, Shu simply knew.

They spent the day in Alex’s bedroom. Shu reading, Alex napping on and off or watching videos on his phone when he wasn’t. The infection seemed to drain all of Alex’s energy and he wasn’t hungry, although Shu coaxed some light broth into him that Alex did keep down. The evening dose of antibiotics stayed put too, and by the next morning Alex was already feeling significantly better. He still had a low grade fever and stayed put, but Shu knew it was only a matter of time - maybe tomorrow - before Alex felt well enough to complain about going out. Alex had always bounced back from any illnesses with an impressive speed and as soon as he felt ready to leave the house, he would. 

On Sunday afternoon, Alex went to Ryo’s house. He’d been fever free for twenty-four hours now so Shu didn’t argue. He was glad to see Alex feeling better. But there was always a part of him that treasured the moments when Alex admitted he wanted Shu close. It was the one time Shu felt Alex wanted him more than he wanted Ryo, and he played that role dependably. He would always, always be there for Alex as long as the boy still wanted him. Hopefully, he selfishly sometimes allowed himself to think, Alex would need him just a little bit forever. 

[chesapeake-pokemon-rescue]

Welcome to the Chesapeake Pokemon Rescue!

Mod requests open! Message for info Current mods: Echo/riptideecho/old-bay-energy(we're the same person!!!)||Any/all

Fern/enemylvl1||Any/all

Resident pokemon Narcissus the Noivern||Female, level 100, unknown breed, purchased from a breeder Mari the Mightyena||Female, level 24, striped, wild caught Eve the Umbreon||Female, level 8, double-ringed, rescued Gonryo the Shedinja||Genderless, level 73, unknown breed, evolved with Zuki Zuki the Ninjask||Female, level 73, unknown breed, wild caught +3 mysterious eggs??

Up for adoption: Kirsie the Pansear||Female, level 42, Neapolitan-coat, likely trainer-abandoned

Current pokemon in care: None right now! :D

We take in and rehome/release strays, and also work as an all-natural pokemon center. Open 3:30 PM-12 AM Sunday-Thursday, 9 AM-1 AM Friday-Saturday Asks open for pokemon center services, report of strays and outbreaks, and general pokemon advice

ANTI-MEGA||ANTI-MASS-BREEDING||PRO-DYNA/GIGANTA||

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Pistil

AU: Mythtale (personal ver)

Type: Sans

Age: Child to Adult

Race: Skeletal Plant Viper

Size: 3 to 7 inches

Diet: Red & white meats / Eggs

Personality: Bold / Docile / Lazy

Likes: Naps / Cinny's or Cassia's company / Warmth, warm areas

Dislikes: Cold things, areas / Having their flowers touched without permission / Aggressive/Hostile bittys

Compatibility: Does best with a Cassia bitty and the caretakers and peers they had as a Polley but can get along with most others as long as they have the time to get used to them and the other bitty respects their space.

Teens and adults do NOT do well with aggressive or/and hostile bittys but are capable of tolerating them with proper interference by someone they trust.

Features: Light grey bones with spots, dots, stripes or/and splashes of charcoal black or beiges. Their spine is attached to a emerald green, thickish, snake esque plant 'stem'. Both this snake stem and their upper bones grow flowers; the position of flower growth on their bones varies but all individuals have a universal flower growth on their skull via their eye socket, typically the right. These flowers vary in species and colors. Their eye lights are burgundy or mahogany red with slit pupils. They have snake fangs.

Difficulty: Intermediate

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Pistils need to eat three times a day. Allowed additional snacks if requested (but that's up to you/the adopter).

Pistils will continue growing up into adulthood but how long that takes varies from months to years.

Pistils gravitate towards warm places and will instinctively seek out warmth of some kind so they tend to snuggle up to their trusted peoples to absorb their body warmth. Also, your Pistil bitty cand and will sleep for days at a time, especially if they're cold, so don't panic if you're Pistil bitty won't wake up from their nap until next Friday.

Caution: Pistil bittys are still venomous and will develop stronger venom in their pre-adolesence to adolesence. This venom has the potential to be fatal if not treated in time; it has the same effects as a Polley's venom but with worse blisters and boils with added paralysis. However, a Pistil will not bite unless they feel it's necessary.

DO NOT defang your Pistil bitty. It's extremely traumatizing and emotionally distressing to them and will take away their trust in their adopter.

Also, there's a small but possible chance of your Pistil obtaining an interest in small vertebrae game, typically mammals.

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STILL IN NEED!!

In Baltimore City, MD: 6-month-old cutie with the best bunny-rabbit ears who has played well with respectful dogs - BARCS, Baltimore MD

Egg Drop- 6 months, altered female, 32lbs

6-month-old Egg Drop is such a sweet girl who just wants love and attention and all the cuddles in the world. She knows “sit” and “no,” and loves playing fetch. She walks well on her leash and she checks in with you on walks. At just 6 months old, this girl is such a friendly bouncy pup and she cant wait to find her forever home.

When tested off-leash in the shelter's play yard, Egg Drop was a bit tense at times with other dogs, but was overall polite and tolerant, so we think she would prefer other respectful and gentle play mates.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Egg Drop has bilateral cherry eyes, which are recommended to be corrected during surgery, which unfortunately BARCS does not have the resources and means to do. She also has demodex and grade 2 patellar luxation. A full medical summary can be provided upon request.

Egg Drop is available immediately for rescue pick-up, and due to her medical and need for surgery that BARCS is unable to provide for her, we would love to find placement for her ASAP.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Trying

MAIN MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x FEM!Reader

Word Count: 2,350ish

Requests: I would like to ask for Tony Stark x Reader, they reaaaalllyyyy trying to have a baby / Reader trying to tell Tony she is pregnant.

Warnings: allusions to sex, talk of pregnancy, talk of adoption, bad thoughts about self

TAGLIST INFORMATION

You and Tony were panting, sweat glistening from your naked bodies as you separated to both lay on your backs in bed.

“That was it,” Tony stated, so confidently. “I know it.”

“Tony,” you scolded, “you and I both know it takes about 24 hours before any of your sperm might fertilize my egg.”

Tony turned to face you. “Yes, but I just have this feeling about this time.”

“Just… don’t get your hopes up. Okay? I don’t want this to break your heart.”

“Honey.” Tony moved closer to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I’m only worried about your heart. But trust me, this is going to work.”

“If you say so…”

“I know so. And if it will make you feel better, then how about another round? Just in case.” His hand began to trail down your abdomen. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” You smiled. 

~~~

When your period showed up three weeks later, you knew you weren’t pregnant. But you didn’t know how to tell Tony. It had been so hopeful and it hadn’t been the first time he’d been that hopeful. You two had been trying to get pregnant for about a year now, with nothing to show for it.

Tony was supposed to be at work, well upstairs in the lab. So you thought that you were safe with sobbing into yourself on the toilet. That’s why you practically fell into the toilet when a knock sounded at the bathroom door.

“Honey?” Tony called through the door. “Are you okay? I heard crying.”

“I’m—“ you cut yourself off, needing to clear your throat. “I’m fine, Tony. Just go back to work.”

“That’s not what FRIDAY told me. Come on, babe. Let me in.”

You clenched your eyes shut as you sucked your lips in. One of your arms wrapped around your middle as the other one covered your mouth. Tears slipped through your closed eyes.

“I’m worry,” Tony whispered against the door. “Baby…”

“Just…” you struggled to speak between holding back sobs and breathing. “I need some time.”

Tony sighed. “Okay. Well, I’m not leaving. I’m staying right now here until you need me.” You could hear him sliding down the door to sit on the floor. “Right here.”

Tony’s heart was breaking as he heard your cries from behind the door. FRIDAY was instructed to warn Tony every time you weren’t doing well. So he had rushed down here as soon as his AI had informed him that you were crying in the bathroom. He had an idea of what it could possibly be, making him want to cry as well. 

Tony and you wanted a child. But Tony wanted you to have his child. He wanted to pamper you and prepare and stress and do all that new dad stuff. And he wanted you to experience pregnancy. Though, he was slowly coming to the conclusion that just being a parent, watching you be a mother, would be enough. Even if it was through adoption. Tony knew you would both love any child that you welcomed into your lives.

“Tony,” your tired voice croaked. 

He knew immediately that you were ready for him. He hurried to his feet and opened the door. He swore you could hear his heart shatter, just as he could hear his own. You were huddled up on the toilet lid, blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks. There was tampons and pads lining the wall, a sign of what was happening.

“Come here, honey,” Tony said as he scooped you up in his arms. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry,” you cried. 

He began to carry you over to your bed. “Why are you sorry? It’s just a period. It happens.”

“You were just so sure.”

“I know, but you did try and warn me.” He gently set you down on the bed and started to tuck you in.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve failed you.”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.” Tony cupped your cheeks and forced you to look at him. “You did not fail me.”

“But my body—“

“Decided that now was not the time to house a child in it, and that’s fine. You cannot control that.”

“I just—“

“Please stop trying to justify those negative thoughts. They’re wrong.”

“That’s what I tell you.”

“Maybe it’s cause you’re wise beyond your years.”

“And you’re cheesy.”

“Only for you.” He then kissed you tenderly, trying to pour all of his thoughts and emotions into you. “Now, you’re staying right here. I’ll go grab your favorite snacks, the medication, and your heating pad.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

~~~

Tony had hoped that with his constant reassuring and support, you would stop believing that not getting pregnant was all your fault. Unfortunately though, it wasn’t helping and you were slowly crawling into yourself more and more. It was getting to the point and you wouldn’t let him touch you but the occasional kiss on the lips. He knew that you needed time to come to grips and question your body. He understood. 

You two had been trying for a baby for a little over a year now, with nothing to show for it. Multiple doctors couldn’t even figure out why you couldn’t get pregnant. They ran tests on both of you, and you were both healthy. They just encouraged you two to keep trying, that it would happen eventually. Tony just wished that more of this could fall on him.

Coming to see if you’d like to go out for dinner, Tony exited the elevator to see you out on the balcony. You were looking over the city, trying to clear your clouded mind. Tony quickly came out to join you. He silently debated on whether or not to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you. He gave in to his want, no, his need to hold you. Tony came up and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him.

“Tony,” you whined, trying to free yourself. “Let go.”

“No,” he replied firmly. “I will not let go of this beautiful body of yours.”

“It’s not beautiful… I can’t even do the one thing that women were made to do.”

Tony spun you around so fast, you were worried you might throw up. He trapped you between his arms and the balcony’s railing. “Women weren’t solely made to give birth to children. You were made to put men in their place and be so much stronger than us. Yes, women have the amazing gift of childbirth, but there are other ways for you to nurture children.”

“But I want to be pregnant… I want that pregnancy glow… but my stupid body—“

He cut you off with a passionate kiss. “Your wonderful body.” He began leaving wet kisses around your neck. “And I’m about to show you just how wonderful your body is.”

~~~

Tony spent the whole night treating you right in the bedroom. He wasn’t about to let you forget just how amazing your body is. You two were cuddled together in a pile of sweating limbs. Tony was running a hand down your back as your fingers traced his arc reactor scar.

“Tones?” You whispered.

“Yes, dear?” He replied, giving you his full attention.

“What if… what if we adopted?”

“Adopted?”

“Yeah. I thought that since we both want to be parents and my stupid body—“

“Your wonderfully, amazing, beautiful body.”

You sighed. “And my body seems to not like the idea of getting pregnant, we could start looking into adoption.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, sweetheart.” He held a kiss to the top of your head. “Absolutely wonderful.” He looked at you with all the love in the world, or so you believed. “I love you.” He kissed you gently.

“I love you too.” Another kiss began, getting more and more heated. “Why don’t we—“

“Try one more time?”

You giggled. “I was going to say celebrate our decision. But that works too.”

~~~

Five weeks later, Tony left on a mission with the whole team. It was a week after the team had left when you found yourself shooting out of bed in the morning and rushing to the toilet. You almost didn’t make it over it in time, but thankfully you did.

“FRI— FRI— DAY,” you called for the AI in between throwing up. “What’s—happening?”

“Well, it looks that you’re about three weeks late.”

“Late?” You questioned as you leaned back against the wall. You wiped off your mouth, feeling slightly better. “Like, my period is late?”

“Correct, ma’am. I would suggest that you try a pregnancy test.”

“Are you serious?”

“I never joke around with you. I could also analyze a blood sample if you’d like.”

“Umm… yeah... okay. Just don’t— don’t tell Tony. No matter what the results are, I need to tell him myself.”

“Of course, ma’am. I have everything set up in the lab when you’re ready.”

~~~

Waiting for the results was awful. You paced in front of your large bed, trying to not chew off your whole thumb nail. What were you going to do if it came out positive? You couldn’t just call Tony in the middle of a mission. He would insist on coming straight home and who knew how long he was still needed for. But then what if it was negative? What if you just had a slight flu? Was it worth telling Tony of your suspicions? Especially since you two were planning on getting the adoption rolling when he returned. You could just sweep this under the rug if it didn’t come out good, Tony would never have to know.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” FRIDAY interrupted your thoughts. You stopped still in your tracks. “The results have come in.”

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your turning stomach. “Hold up, FRI,” you said as you rushed to the toilet. You bent over it, dry heaving. When nothing came up, you sat back against the wall. “Okay…. Okay… go ahead and tell me. Just get it over with, I can handle the bad news. I can.”

“Unfortunately, I have no bad news for you.”

“Wh—what?”

“You’re pregnant.”

“I….” Tears filled your eyes. “I’m… I’m pregnant.” You let out a watery laugh. “I’m pregnant.”

“Congratulations. Would you like to call Tony?”

“No. I want to tell him in person… but, actually, do call him. I want to know when he’ll be home.”

“I’m calling him for you right now.”

“Honey? Is something wrong?” Tony concerned voice filled the room.

“No,” you shook your head with a slight smile, your hand going to cradle your stomach. “Nothing’s wrong. I just miss you. When do you think you’ll be home?”

“According to Rogers, it could take up to another week. I’m sorry, baby. I’ve been really missing you too. I’ll try to get home as soon as possible.”

“Okay…”

“I’ll make sure that FRIDAY informs you when we’re on our way. Okay?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

“Call’s ended,” FRIDAY informed you.

“Okay, FRI, we need to get to work.”

~~~

“Nice work out there, Stark,” Steve said as the two exited the quinjet together. “Sorry to keep you from Y/N for so long.”

“Yeah, you owe us,” Tony responded.

“You two have any plans tonight?”

“Not that I know of.” He glanced around the hanger as they walk toward the entrance to the rest of the compound. “Since she’s not here waiting, I suspect she’s asleep. She’s been… she’s been struggling lately.”

“Yeah, Nat warned me. I’m sorry that she’s not been able to get pregnant. But I did hear that you’re planning on adopting. That’s good. You two deserve to be parents. Besides, it would be fun having a little one running around.”

“Why? Uncle Steve need help catching a date?”

Steve laughed. “That, I guess, and it would just bring some newfound happiness to everyone. Especially you two.”

“Thanks, Rogers. I’m going to head up now. I’ve been apart from my woman for too long now.” Tony entered the elevator alone.

“Goodnight, Stark.”

“Goodnight.”

The elevator doors closed and Tony couldn’t help but smile. He was so excited to see you again. He had missed you so much and he had been so worried about you falling back into the rabbit hole of hating your body. When he exited the elevator, he came to a sudden stop. The living room and kitchen were completely dark except for the flickering of candles around the rooms. You were standing there in the center, dressed in his favorite dress of yours.

“What’s all this?” He asked as he walked towards you.

“I missed you,” you responded. “And I thought you deserved to come home to a warm welcome.”

“Sweetheart,” he took your hands, “coming home to you is enough.” He pulled you in for a sweet kiss. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” You pulled away making him pout. “I also have something for you.” You turned and grabbed the gift bag that was sitting on the coffee table. “Here,” you gave it to Tony, “open it.”

He looked at you skeptically. “What’s in it?”

“Just open it, babe,” you laughed.

He began to do as he was told. “I swear, if this is a Captain America t-shirt…” Tony pulled the shirt out and held it up. “What…” He turned it around so that the front was facing you, tears in his eyes. The shirt had an Iron Man suit holding the hand of a little Iron Man suit. Underneath it read: #1 IronDad. “Is this… does this mean… Y/N. Are you pregnant?”

“Yes,” you nodded. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you grinned. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my—“ Tony dropped the shirt and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. “I’m going to be a father.” You nodded. “You’re going to be a mother.” He kissed you again. “I love you so much.” His hand went down to you stomach. “And I love you so much too, my little bean."

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Punks‚ Poets‚ Parents - Ch. 12: The Good Thing

Prev - Ch. 12: The Good Thing - Next - Master Post - [ A03 ]

Fic rated M, this chapter rated T - CW: Remus likes to swear (not around Jay) - WC: 4100

I will fight, will fight with my heart I will fight, will fight with understanding In my mind the weather never changes Skill overcomes unfavorable conditions A straight line exists between me and the good thing I have found the line and its direction is known to me Absolute trust keeps me going in the right direction Any intrusion is met with a heart full of the good thing - The Good Thing, Talking Heads ---

Friday, May 19, 1984

It was a quiet Friday morning in May and Logan had woken early. He'd finished his fourth cup of coffee by the time Patton stumbled into the kitchen, hunting for breakfast. Logan nudged him to the table and set in front of him a mug of light and sweet coffee and a plate of eggs, whole wheat toast, and fruit.

“Wow, Lo… this feels like my birthday.” Patton looked up at his brother, a brittle smile pulling at his cheeks. “Thanks. I… I really needed this. I’ve got a long day full of home visits ahead of me.”

Logan settled into the seat across from him, hands wrapped around yet another cup of coffee. He was already a quarter of the way through that morning's second pot. He nodded, “You seemed particularly distracted when you came home from work last night.”

Patton stabbed a forkful of eggs and popped them in his mouth. “Yeah,” he mumbled after he’d swallowed and sipped some of his coffee. “I had a review of my open cases with my supervisor.” He took another few bites of his eggs while Logan watched him over the lip of his own coffee mug. “My supervisor wants me to close out half my cases.” Patton gulped at his coffee then stared into the half-emptied cup before he added, “Including Jay’s.”

Logan nodded once, his fears confirmed. Patton could barely look him in the eye last night when Logan had gotten back from watching Jay. Instead, Patton had taken his case files to his room, claiming the need to call it a night. But he hadn’t gone to bed.

Instead, Logan had heard him pacing in his room well past one o’clock in the morning when the teacher had finally fallen asleep. Judging by the deep shadows under Patton’s eyes, he’d stayed up even later than that.

Logan slowly sipped at his coffee, looking down into the dark liquid swishing in his mug. “And what precisely would ‘closing out’ Jay’s case entail?”

Patton leaned forward, dragging a hand through his hair as he finished the last of his eggs. “My supervisor wants me to support the mother’s request for a TPR—a termination of parental rights. Ms. Heaney, um… She was admitted to a treatment facility out West, but the court won’t release her while she has parental responsibilities here in New York.” Patton’s lips turned down, looking like he’d eaten something sour. “Her 18-b lawyer is all for it.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe any parent would agree to that, but….”

“But she has hardly served as a model for parent of the year, has she?”

Patton shrugged, cutting the crusts off his toast.

Logan bit the inside of his cheek, giving Patton time to say more, to tell him what he wanted to know so he wouldn’t have to ask. At Patton’s continued silence, Logan finally murmured, still staring down into his—now empty—coffee cup, “And what would that mean for Jay’s current foster care placement?”

Patton didn’t answer at first and instead took one last bite of his breakfast and stood to clear his plate. He faced the sink, silently rinsing his dishes. He turned off the water and sighed before replying. “I need to find him a permanent foster placement. Jay’s young. He needs a home with the potential for adoption. It won't be easy, though. Pre-adoptive placements for kids with disabilities"—without needing to look, Patton raised a hand to interrupt Logan's correction before he could begin—"kids with perceived disabilities are hard to come by.” He hung his head as he slowly dried his hands and when he spoke, his voice was low. "Another group home may be the only option."

Logan didn’t even try to soften the razor’s edge in his voice. “And in what way is his current placement inadequate?”

"Lo,” Patton sighed, turning around and leaning against the sink. “I know how much you care about all of your students, and this kiddo in particular, it's just… I'm not gonna be able to get my supervisor to sign off on a”—Patton lowered his voice to a whisper—”homosexual to be a permanent foster home for a seven year old boy."

"Patton!” Logan growled through clenched teeth. “That is the most closed-minded, bigoted bullshit I have ever heard you say!”

"I'm not saying I think it's right!" Folding his arms in front of his chest, Patton turned away, shaking his head. "I'm just trying to be realistic. The Bureau will want him in a stable home with a mother and a father."

“Pat, you and I both know that the presence of a husband and wife in a home does absolutely nothing to guarantee the safety and wellbeing of the children within.” Logan glared at Patton, hands shaking. "It certainly did not keep us safe."

“You think I don’t know that?” Patton cried, hugging his arms against himself, tears filling his eyes as his jaw trembled.

Logan frowned, looking down at the floor before stepping closer to Patton and pulling him into a hug, rubbing his back. Patton stiffened at first but soon melted into the familiar security of his older brother's arms. Logan squeezed him tighter, whispering, “I’m sorry, Pat.”

“It’s okay. I know you weren’t trying to dredge up old memories. It’s…” he sniffled, sighing against his brother’s shoulder. “It’s just hard sometimes in this job, you know?” Logan nodded, resting his cheek on his little brother’s head. “It’s why I do it, though. I wanna make sure other kids don’t have to go through what we did.” Logan hummed, quickly wiping away a tear from his own eye, disguising it behind adjusting his glasses.

After a few minutes, Patton started to fidget and Logan released him. Logan sat back down, wordlessly thumbing through one corner of the files on the kitchen table. His hand froze and he looked up at Patton.

"What about single fathers? Does your supervisor feel the same way about them?"

“Well,” Patton’s brow furrowed. “Releasing Jay to his father would be different. But we'd first have to identify and then locate him and the mother herself says she isn't sure.”

“How would you go about establishing paternity, if his father were to be identified?”

Patton shrugged, “We use a standardized blood type test and his mother's statement.”

Slowly nodding his head, Logan hummed in response. “And then you present the lab results in court?”

He sighed heavily, shaking his head. “We don’t have the budget to pay an expert witness for such basic results, so the social worker just signs an affidavit based on the lab report.”

Logan rested his hand on the tall stack of files and stared at his brother, one eyebrow slightly higher than the other.

“You're—you're not suggesting….”

“You are correct, Patton. I am not suggesting you do anything. I am merely asking questions.” His eyes never left Patton’s face. “What would be the recommended course of action for someone who believed he was the child’s father?”

Patton gnawed at his lip, briefly meeting Logan’s eyes. He looked back down at the case file in front of him, the small Polaroid of Jay staring back at him with those haunted eyes. He’d taken the picture himself the night he went to pick up Jay from Mr. Puños’ apartment. The boy hadn’t cried, or screamed, or fought to stay. He’d just stood behind Mr. Puños, watching with those big eyes, looking almost resigned to leave. He’d hugged Puños for a long time until finally the man had stood up and placed the boy’s hand in Patton’s.

“I suppose that if someone believed he was the boy’s father, he should contact me and I can arrange for a blood test. I would also need to speak with the boy’s mother in jail, to confirm his suspicion.” He looked up at his brother. "I imagine Ms. Heaney would feel a bit better about her decision to relinquish parental rights if she knew Jay was going to be with his father."

“Supposing you already had a blood test drawn. And it indicated paternity.” Logan stared into Patton’s eyes.

“Well... that would make things easier, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, I suppose it would.”

Patton stared at Logan for a few moments. “Thank you for breakfast, Lo. I should head into the office. I have a few calls to make and a site visit at Rikers to fit in, so I should probably get ready.”

“I hope the breakfast helped make your day a little bit easier. I should be going, as well.” Logan stood, taking his empty coffee cup to the sink and turning off the coffee pot. He quickly gathered his bag, wallet, and keys, and slipped through the door, giving his brother one last nod before he did.

Patton nodded and gave him a little wave as he left, then opened up the file on the top of the stack. Patton held Jay’s picture as he reached for the phone on the wall, calling his supervisor, hoping to leave a message on her voicemail.

Instead, she answered on the second ring. “Oh, hi there, Bridgette, I, uh, wanted to start your day with good news. It’s about the Heaney case.” Patton winced. “Mm-hm, yes. Well… I had that babysitter take a blood test.” Patton closed his eyes as he nodded, humming in response to his supervisor’s warning about wasting agency resources.

“Well, the, uh, mother suggested it, actually. It, uh, it turns out that he’s the biological father. It’s why she left the boy with him before she….” He swallowed, looking down at the picture of Jay as he listened to his supervisor's reaction. “Yeah, I—I think we might have a real success story.”

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Logan stood outside the school in the bright morning light. The city around him was relaxing into those brief few weeks of near-summer, just before the oppressive heat started, choking the city until the end of September. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the warmth of the paper coffee cups in his hands, the gentle heat of the the sun, and the excited children's voices around him, pushing away the barbed lump of lead in his chest.

A student called his name as they walked through the gate and he turned to smile, nodding in response when a tiny figure suddenly plowed into his legs, nearly knocking him into the gate. He looked down to see Jay's bright smile shining back at him.

"Well, good morning, Jay, it is a pleasure to see you!" Logan's smile matched Jay's as the boy stepped back, looking over his shoulder to see that Remus had caught up to him.

"I can't even imagine running toward school at this age!" Remus laughed. He kept a tiny bit of distance between himself and Logan, feeling a buzz in the air between them. He gestured quickly in Logan's direction, "I can't say I blame him now, though."

Logan lips twitched in a warm smile for Remus as he cleared his throat and met his eyes. "Good morning... Mr. Puños."

"Good morning, Teach." Logan chuckled and handed him one of the coffees. Remus smiled in surprise but took a sip as Logan looked down at Jay again.

"Jay, please go wait at our class line up spot and I will join you all shortly." Jay peered closely into his teacher’s eyes, a tiny wrinkle pressed between his eyebrows.

Whatever he found behind Logan’s eyes seemed to reassure him and his brow smoothed as he nodded, turning to hug Remus and waving at both of them. Logan and Remus watched him walk through the gate and toward the class line up area on the blacktop. Just before they lost sight of him in the crowd of students, they saw another little child race to catch up with him, calling out his name.

He turned and smiled when he saw the little girl and they continued together toward their line.

Remus' voice cracked as he asked Logan, "Does… does he have… a friend?"

Logan was smiling broadly. "I did not want to say anything in case it was just a non-event, but, yes, yesterday they colored together and shared responsibility for passing out pencils."

He smiled, watching until he could no longer spot their little heads in the crowd. Shaking himself, Remus turned to Logan, "I'm guessing that's not why you met us here, though."

"That is correct." Logan took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses. "I—I do not wish to alarm you, but we have something important to discuss that could not wait until this evening. Something about Jay."

Remus crossed his arms, bracing himself. "Okay. Okay, rip it off like a band-aid."

Looking around at how near they were to the gate, Logan gestured with his chin further down the sidewalk and they walked together, close enough to hear each other's lowered voices, distant enough to not appear like anything more than a parent and a teacher.

Nodding brusquely, Logan began. "There have been some developments in Jay's foster care case and… I have done something… rash." Remus' eyes narrowed as he listened. Logan let out a slow breath. "I know you love Jay and have gone to great lengths to ensure his well being."

"I would do anything for him."

Logan met his eyes. "I am glad you said that, because… because you may have to."

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"Holy fuck," Remus breathed, leaning back against the rusted wrought iron fence surrounding the school. Logan watched as he took a long swig of his coffee.

"If this is too much to ask—”

"Do you think it'll work?" Remus interrupted.

The icy rock that had settled in the pit of Logan's stomach since that morning's discussion with Patton melted away. He smiled softly and nodded. "I've been doing some reading and… apparently most of New York's paternity laws appear designed to attempt to prevent fathers from denying paternity once established." He shrugged, "The great wisdom of our legislature could not envision a man actually wanting the responsibility of caring for a child.

"I think the bigger question is, though… do you want this?”

"I was in foster care when I was a teenager." Remus' eyes grew dark as he shook his head. "I love Jay. I don't want that life for him." His voice cracked and he stood a little straighter, rubbing a harsh hand over his mouth, jaw clenched tight.

Logan's hand twitched with the effort of stopping himself from pulling Remus into his arms right there in front of the school. He met Remus' eyes and his own message echoed back at him. Tonight.

"So you will likely hear from Patton by midday today." Logan looked toward the gate, the flow of students noticeably thinner. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket. "Here is a list of the next steps. Patton has an answering machine on his phone at work. Call him if you do not hear from him."

Remus looked down at the paper. "Okay, I…" He looked up at Logan, smiling with tears in his eyes. "Will you still come over tonight? Maybe for dinner?"

"I would like that." Eyes darting back to the school, Logan sighed. "I need to go." He met Remus' eyes again. "I…."

Remus nodded, smiling. "Me, too." He raised his cup in salute, "Thank you, Mr. Sanders, for the coffee and for—” he waved his hands around him.

Heart beating just a little faster from the warmth in Remus’ eyes, Logan murmured, "It is my pleasure, Mr. Puños," before turning and racing back toward the gate.

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Remus had just pulled the tray of lasagna from the oven when the doorbell rang. He wiped his brow. June had kicked off with a bang and the heat of the day combined with the heat of the oven to turn the kitchen just a tad too toasty. Remus opened the kitchen window wide as Jay set down the last fork in his hand and then ran to the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for Remus to check the peephole. Glancing down at the boy, Remus grinned broadly and whispered, “He’s here!”

Jay ducked under Remus’ outstretched arm as he opened the door, rushing in to be the first to greet Logan in the doorway. “Well, good evening, Jay.” Hugging his leg tightly, Jay let out a small laugh as Logan ruffled his hair.

“Please come in,” Remus murmured, closing the door then brushing a soft kiss against Logan’s lips before Jay pulled him into the kitchen and toward the table. “I hope you’re hungry.” Remus chuckled and kissed him again when Logan’s face flushed lightly, “I meant for the lasagna, Teach…”

Once they’d settled around the table, Logan nodded a quick thanks as Remus passed him the salad bowl, then scooped some onto Jay’s plate. “I found out this afternoon that a spot opened up in the summer program at the school.”

“Oh, that’s great! Are you still running the K to 2nd group?”

Logan smiled, “It’s how I found out.”

“What do you think, Jay? Would you like that? It’s a lot like your after school program now, but with Mr. Sanders instead of Miss Kate.” Jay’s eyes grew wide and he nodded rapidly. Remus turned again to Logan, “What can we do to hold a place for him?”

Logan grinned and took a sip of his water glass. Remus laughed, “You’ve already got him on the list, haven't you?”

He shrugged, “Not permanently… I did not want to lose the spot before I could check with you. It would have been a simple matter to take him off the list if either of you were not interested.”

“It helps to have a man on the inside, huh?”

“I suppose so.” Logan took a quick bite of the lasagna and smiled, “Oh, this is quite good.”

Remus grinned and winked at Jay. “I had an excellent assistant chef.”

“Job well, done, gentlemen.”

They ate together in a pleasant silence for a few minutes before Logan cleared his throat. “I have some other news—good news—well, I hope….”

Remus reached across the table and smiled as he stroked Logan’s hand, “What’s the news?”

“I was speaking with my neighbor and the apartment downstairs from mine is becoming available. It is precisely the same layout… two bedrooms, eat-in kitchen, sufficient closet space. It is rent-controlled, and my neighbor has been there for twenty years, so the rent is quite reasonable.”

“Wow." Remus blinked, nearly speechless. "That would be…”

“If it would be too awkward—”

Shaking his head and laughing, Remus interrupted, “I was going to say that would be amazing.”

Logan smiled. “I can introduce you to the landlord tomorrow, if you like.”

---

Remus and Logan had just finished cleaning up after dinner when Jay bounded into the kitchen wearing his new pajamas, hugging Grover and a small stack of books close to his chest. Remus grinned, “Ready for bed?” Jay nodded and presented the books to Remus. He smiled, eyebrow raised. “Teeth brushed?”

Laughing, Jay opened wide, showing off his freshly scrubbed teeth and the small space from the baby tooth he’d lost earlier in the week. “It’s story time, then.” Jay turned to Logan and hugged his legs, then grabbed Remus’ hand, pulling him toward the other room. Logan followed them but paused near the front door as he reached for his blazer.

Remus caught his eye, “Oh… you don’t have to… Can… Can you stay a little longer?”

He smiled at Remus. “Happily.” Logan waved goodnight to Jay then plucked a book from Remus’ shelf and sat down on the couch to read while he waited for Remus to settle Jay into bed. Engrossed in his reading, he was surprised by Remus’ low murmur some time later.

“Mmm… There’s nothing hotter than a man reading poetry.”

Logan blushed, adjusting his glasses. “I believe that statement to be rather exaggerative.” Laughing quietly, Remus pulled out his journal and a pen.

“Do you mind if I just jot something down and get it out of…” he waved his hand around his head, waggling his eyebrows.

“Of course not.” Remus settled next to Logan on the couch, leaning against his side. He sighed contentedly as Logan wrapped one arm around him. Logan stroked Remus’ arm with his thumb as he watched him write. After a few minutes, he tilted his chin toward the journal. “There is nothing hotter than a man writing poetry.”

It was Remus’ turn to blush as he craned his neck, capturing Logan’s mouth in a slow kiss. After a few minutes, Remus suddenly broke away, exclaiming and writing furiously in his book. Logan grinned, adjusting his arm as Remus shifted, leaning his back against Logan’s chest and tucking up his knees to support the journal as his pen flew across the page.

After several minutes of writing, Remus’ pen slowed and he tapped the edge of the book. “Logan… I….” Remus traced the veins on the back of Logan's hand. “Did I do the right thing? You know… it is actually impossible for me to have fathered, well, anyone. I’ve never… “

Logan nodded and closed his book, placing it in his lap. He stroked Remus’ hair and hummed. “From the bits that you’ve shared with me, I feel confident saying that you and I both know, all too well, that there are far more important parts to being a good father than simply providing… DNA.”

Remus hugged Logan’s other arm against his chest. “I just want what’s best for him,” he whispered. “That’s all I want. If there was a chance that he’d have a better life with some other family….” He winced. “I mean, I… I'd hate it, but….”

“Remus… You should know that… Jay was not doing well at the group home.” Remus shot up and stared at Logan, hands flexing at his sides. Logan quickly assured him, “No-one hurt him, nothing like that. They did everything they could to care for him.”

Remus relaxed slightly, leaning against Logan’s side again. He took a deep breath and resumed stroking Remus’ hair. “After the first day, when the counselor from Foundling picked him up from school… Jay was… he was inconsolable. He wouldn’t eat… they don’t believe he slept.” Logan sighed, “Based on his behavior in class, that would be my assessment as well.”

“How could they let him not…” Remus had to fight to keep his voice low.

“They did all they could. Jay wouldn’t allow anyone near him until he saw the van that took the children to school.” Logan worked to steady his own breathing as he thought about Jay’s devastated expression the second day when he still did not see Remus after school.

“The team at Foundling fully supported returning Jay to you. The director told me that he personally phoned the judge to expedite the paperwork to let Jay come home.” Logan leaned over, and kissed the side of Remus’ head, gently stroking Remus’ face and encouraging him to settle back down against his chest.

“Every person who has gotten to know you and Jay has seen that he needs you.” Logan met his eyes and smiled when Remus’ furrowed brow finally began to relax. “The way you care for him matters more than biology. Only a broken system would refuse to recognize and support that. This is the right thing to do.”

Remus nodded, and laced his fingers together with Logan’s. He kissed his knuckles, then sighed as he hugged Logan’s hand against his chest. Logan watched as Remus’ breathing gradually slowed and his eyelids started to fall. Smiling, Logan opened his book and continued to read.

Less than an hour later, Jay quietly padded into the living room. Logan looked up and whispered, “Oh, Jay. Did you have a nightmare?”

Jay shook his head as he stepped closer to the couch. He stood in front of them, a small smile brightening his face as he watched Remus sleep.

“He must be very tired. Shall we let him sleep?” Jay’s smile broadened and he nodded.

Jay bit his lip as he eyed Logan’s book. “Would you like me to read you a story?” Logan set down his book and frowned lightly at Remus’ sleeping form, puzzling out how to retrieve a story for Jay without rousing him.

Jay held out his hands and shook his head. He raced to the bookshelf and took down a Frog and Toad book. He handed it to Logan, eyebrows raised. When Logan nodded, Jay clambered into Logan’s lap, resting his head against Logan’s shoulder and twisting his fingers in Remus’ shirt sleeve as though it was a security blanket.

Logan smiled, propping the book on his lap to hold it with one hand, his other arm still draped across Remus’ chest. “Two short stories and then you must return to bed. You need optimal sleep and rest.” Jay looked up and nodded rapidly, resting his head back against his shoulder as Logan began to quietly read.

‘One day in summer Frog was not feeling well. Toad said, “Frog, you are looking quite green.”

“But I always look green,” said Frog. “I am a frog.”’

Jay giggled quietly and snuggled closer to Logan. He smiled down at the boy and continued to read.

“Today you look very green even for a frog,” said Toad. “Get into my bed and rest.” Toad made Frog a cup of hot tea. Frog drank the tea and then….‘

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The One Where Marinette Gets Fetched #10

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  Titus had been restless ever since his first escape. The poor thing had been itching to get out again. He even stopped wanting to take walks around the estate. It made Damian upset to see his beloved dog so unhappy. The problem was he didn’t trust anyone outside the grounds to treat Titus like he should be. To be honest, no one in his family could except Alfred. His father and adopted siblings were incompetent as they were in practically everything. Damian was reluctant but eventually caved in the end.

  So he pulled on his most inconspicuous clothes that an average person would wear, or at least what he thought average people wore and led Titus out the door with a leash. Alfred had suggested he didn’t go to the private secluded parks near the area and one more in the city. It was like a walled area for muggers to catch high paying victims once they left. The city parks had more people and made it easier to blend in. It was also where Titus seemed to prefer to go. As soon as they passed the gates, the dog practically dragged him. Damian could have reeled him back in but the smile he swore was Titus’ face stopped him.

  Titus had conveniently brought a blue tennis ball with him while Damian held his leash and carried a satchel across his chest. The pair made their way to a secluded open field that provided enough room for the Great Dane to run around. A game of fetch ensued between the two. A throw too far set Titus on a chase. Something must have caught his eye because as soon as he got the ball he took off through a small grove of trees.

‘Must have seen a squirrel.’, sufessed Damian.

He sat down and took out his sketchbook and a few pencils. He preferred a monochrome look than a full-fledged colored drawing. Damian began to sketch his surroundings as he waited for Titus to tire himself out.

///~///~///~///~///~///~///

“Guardian, may we visit that tree Tikki had mentioned before? It has been a long time since I’ve been able to climb a real tree. Who knows how bad my climbing skills have gotten!”, Xuppa pleaded.

“Well, as long as you are able to stay hidden from all passersby I guess I can let you all roam around.”, declared Marinette.

“That’s why we want to go to the tree on the hill, silly Guardian. It’s a clearing surrounded by trees! It’s perfect!”, Daizzi teased with a small oink at the end.

“I guess you have a point. Okay, through these trees we shall go! Are my loyal and trustworthy Miri’s ready?”, joked Marinette.

“Of course, our fair Lady.”, Pollen continued.

“I’m always loyal to you, Guardian.”, said Barkk.

  The journey was long and treacherous for the group. Well, not really but it was fun to pretend they were on an adventure. Instead of a park, they were in an unexplored jungle. Having to avoid deadly obstacles such as couples and people reading peacefully under the trees. Then Marinette had been attacked by a poisonous tree root sticking out above ground. The root caused blindness temporarily which resulted in her tripping over it and falling. That led to the kwami’s having to lead her around with her eyes closed. It was like she was a little girl again playing with her- her-. Yeah, it was nice having fun with her Miri’s! They marched up the small hill with everyone following her like ducklings while they sang a Guardian-folk song.

“Alright! We have arrived at our destination. All Kwami exit the station as the Marinette train studies her sign language notes!”, she announced.

They all floated off into the tree as she sat under it and pulled out her journal. Reconnecting with the English language just to learn a new one based off of it. Then Damian had challenged her on who would do best on the ASL quiz next Friday. She couldn’t back down and was now forcing herself to study. Nooroo timidly floated out of the bag towards her. He had opted out of joining their song now that she thought about it.

“Master, I am sorry to bother you but are you certain it is all right for us to roam around?”, the butterfly mumbled.

The poor thing was greatly affected by their time in Paris. Duusuu could feed off the happy emotions of the others but Nooroo put the fault on himself. Gabriel had done a number on the poor kwami.

“You can call me Marinette or Guardian, Nooroo. Of course you can come out! Don’t worry so much, that's my job.”, she reassured. It got a small smile out of the kwami before he zipped off.

 She was going over her greetings when she saw the kwami go in and out of her bag. Everytime they would come out with their personal snacks.

“Did everybody pack something to eat and forget to tell me?”, she pouted.

“Sssssorry Mari. We forgot to tell you. We could alwayssss sssshare our ssssnackss.”, Sass hissed out.

“You should try some of my honey-covered croissants! They’re amazing!”, buzzed Pollen.

“No, eat my seeds!”

“My dried bananas are the best!”

“Carrots!”

“Biscuits!”

“I’m so happy. I love food!”

They all hurriedly shouted above each other trying to offer her their snacks.

“Calm down, Miri’s! I appreciate your generosity. Though camembert sounds delicious right now.”, she commented with a side glance at the certain kwami. The cheese glutton couldn’t do anything but drop his jaw at her request. He had been the only one to not say anything and the Guardian knew it.

“Minibug, you can’t be serious! My cheese smells bad. You won’t even like it. Trust me! You’re better off eating one of Sass’ boiled eggs.”, Plagg tried to redirect her taste and the other kwami’s glares.

“I’m teasing Plagg. I just had breakfast not too long ago.”, she said.

“Geez, Mari! Everyone looked on the verge to kill me.”, he huffed before stuffing the entire wheel in his mouth.

  Marinette and the kwami’s settled back down as she put in her earbuds and continued to study. Everything was nice and dandy for another forty-five minutes until she heard a faint shout from Tikki.

“Marinette look out!”

It was too late for the guardian however. By the time she knew it, Marinette was being dragged by the collar of her hoodie away from the tree. All of her stuff was left behind as her kidnapper ran at an alarming rate. She was pulled down hill, past the trees, dragged through a clearing for a while until she was dropped face first onto the grass. A dog started barking as soon as she was released.

“Titus! What is the meaning of this. You can’t just grab random- Marinette?”, the person said.

Marinette rubbed her head as she lifted herself up. This person knew her? She was met with the somewhat familiar face of Damian.

“H-Hey Damian, does this happen to be your dog or is there a better reason it just dragged me fifty yards to drop me here?”, she stuttered.

“No, it is not. I just happened to be able to read it’s name tag without moving. Of course it’s my dog, idiot!”, he sneered.

“Hey! How would you like it if you were suddenly getting yanked to gods know where by the collar and felt like you were choking?”, she retorted, rubbing her neck.

“What are you even doing here, Marinette?”, he questioned with narrowed eyes.

“First, this is a public park. I was studying some notes before your crazy- oh my kwami it’s taller than me!”, she gasped looking at the dog. She knew it wasn’t taller than her but her position of sitting on the floor made it tower over her. Marinette had met it before.

“Titus is a perfectly sized Great Dane. You’re the one with a pathetic stature. I suggest you change your diet to one suited to help with growth. Maybe incorporate beans, quinoa, or chicken if you're an inhumane meat-eater.”, he said.

“Yes, because I can totally fund a lifestyle change like that. Also, I’m average height. You’re the one that’s too tall!”, complained Marinette.

Titus wagged his tail back and forth as Marinette scratched his head in her lap.

“We had been playing with his tennis ball and I assumed he went to chase after an animal of some sort. Then he came back with you.”, Damian explained.

“So your dog basically fetched me.”, she summarized.

“You could put it that way.”, he commented.

“As adorable as Titus is, I have to go get my stuff before someone decides to take it. See you at school on Monday, I guess.”, Marinette said as she got up, much to the displeasure of Titus. Said dog barked in complaint as his attention giver left.

“Tt. I’m not sure what you have done to him but Titus should not be acting this way. He is supposed to be a feared guard dog, you have made him soft!”, he huffed.

“Feared like you with the rest of the student body at Gotham Academy? You still haven’t told me what got you to be dubbed an ‘Ice Prince’.”, Marinette said.

Damian only packed up his stuff and walked away.

Now, Marinette had to walk all the way back to the tree. The Miri’s were definitely going to lecture her.

I am sooooo soooo sorry for not posting this last week! I went out of town and it completely slipped my mind... sorry.

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[trillian-anders]

chicken noodle soup

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, a little angst. just a dash.

word count: 1779

description: chef!au; bucky makes you chicken noodle soup when you’re sick, and you guys have a talk. 

note: i’m extremely sick and this is what i wrote, i needed a little comfort. if you have a request for the next dish, let me know loves.

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You watched the corded muscles of his back from your spot on the sofa. His right arm moving up and down, steadily chopping carrots as the garlic and onions sweat in a large pot on the stove. His left arm, something you still didn’t ask him about, mottled skin covered with blooming flowers, a rosary, whisping into a vintage pinup girl that posed on his forearm, hands tangled in her hair as she arched her back against the flowers behind her as if laying in a field of flowers. 

His left arm held down the vegetable, knuckles facing the knife as he cut the carrots into thick pieces, practiced fingers running against the blade before he switched hands, left moving not quite as steadily, but still practiced. 

You were sure your apartment smelled delicious, if only you could smell it. 

He came over even though you’d told him not to. Last night when you’d stumbled in your front door after a very draining workweek. The winter deadline met, first quarter final report submitted and a head pounding and nose clogged you’d collapsed onto your couch with a bottle of NyQuil. Dead to the world. 

He’d called worried, you’d been telling him you hadn’t felt well all week. “You need to rest babydoll,” He scolded, you’d rolled your eyes on the phone with him, your heart warming with the concern laced in his voice, toeing your socks off before slipping under the covers. “Stark can go a day or two without you.”

“After this week ends,” You said, “I just have to meet Friday’s deadline and then I’ll rest.” Friday had happened, and everything was done. And you collapsed on your sofa. Resting. 

His call came in two hours after you’d fallen asleep, a groggy, “Hi baby.” And he sighed, 

“I’m coming over.” You snuggled deeper into the cushions of the sofa you’d spent way too much money on, suddenly appreciating how large and soft it was. 

“I’ll be fine,” You croaked, “Really.” But you could already hear his keys in his hand. 

The food truck had been doing really well, well enough that Bucky and Sam hired some extra help. A kid named Peter who needed an after school job that would just handle plating and taking money while Sam or Bucky cooked, finally giving them enough time off between them to start seriously looking for commercial space for their restaurant. Something Bucky had been giddy about for weeks. 

“I told Sam I needed tomorrow off,” He said, toeing off his boots by the front door. Your sleepy face peering at him from behind the blankets pulled up to your nose. “But I’ll have to work Sunday.” He had a large paper bag he’d set on the counter before padding over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“You really didn’t have to come,” Your nose stuffed and red, a pile of discarded tissues next to you on the coffee table and reruns of Survivor playing on TV. He rolled his eyes, picking the snotty mess of tissues up and saying, 

“When’s the last time you ate?” You didn’t know. “Here.” A glass of orange juice and a glass of water, “You need liquids.” You sniffled and he ran his fingers best he could through your tangled hair. “Wouldn’t you rather be in bed?” 

“I’m comfy here.” You mumbled, eyes half lidded. He nods, brushing his thumb across your cheek, 

“Sleep babydoll, I’ll wake you up to eat.” 

He’d refilled your water, the small sips for your scratchy throat was a marvel. He’d placed a pack of honey cough drops and a new bottle of NyQuil on the coffee table. There was a multi-pack of tissues sitting still in the plastic beside them. The tv had been turned down to a quiet amble. He was listening to some kind of podcast in the kitchen. 

He poured a box of chicken broth into the large pot. A smaller pot next to it cooking egg noodles. A ginger root sat idly beside the stove. 

You knew Bucky loved to cook, he loved making you things you’d never tried before, he’d love to experiment with flavors and you were his own personal guinea pig to try new recipes. They were trying to nail down their menu after all. But he would also make the best comfort food that warmed your very soul.

He knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it. And this soup, as stuffy and clogged, as your head pounded and your body ached, you needed this soup. 

He stirred, a strand of hair falling into his eyes. It must be late. He’d changed into pajamas. The loose sweats and t-shirt wasn’t what he was wearing when he first arrived. He must have felt your eyes on him, turning to look at you as you pulled your lips into a chapped smile. He laughed softly, 

“You look so pathetic.” He joked, pulling a bowl from the cabinet. 

“I am.” You whined, rubbing your head against the pillow, comfortably watching him scoop some noodles into the bowl before ladling the broth on top. Chicken, carrots, celery, mushrooms, a bit of grated ginger, the broth was dark from some soy sauce. Red pepper flakes mixed in and garnished with cilantro. “Spicy Asian chicken noodle soup.” The broth hit your nose and you could almost feel your sinuses clear then. “You’ll be able to breathe again by the end of this.” His socked toes meeting yours as he curled up next to you, sitting you up and handing you the bowl. “I know you like spice.”

It was so fucking good. Runny nose be damned. You hadn’t realized how hungry you actually were. A bowl was finished, and then a second. His fingers tracing up and down your spine while you ate. 

“If you’re not feeling better by Sunday, you should call out on Monday.” The soup had been packed and stored in your fridge. The noodles separate from the broth. “Stark can afford to go one day without you. You have those sick days for a reason.” You know. You know. 

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you tight into his chest. 

“I’m gonna get you sick.” You mumbled into his soft well worn shirt. His fingers massage your scalp, your eyes drooping. 

“I’ll be fine,” He pressed his lips to your head, “Don’t worry about me. Sleep sweetheart.” 

And you did. 

“So next week Steve is coming up from DC for the weekend.” Bucky called from the kitchen, heating up the leftover soup from last night, “If you’re feeling better by then we were going to go out to dinner, he’s been asking about you and Sam and I think it would be good for you to meet him if you can.” Steve. The other part of the trio.

Bucky had told you they were inseparable once, meeting in basic training the three of them becoming quick friends. Their paths crossed a year after, the three of them chosen to be part of a special ops squad that moved mostly undercover. It didn’t need to be said that the story behind his left arm was buried there somewhere. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. And that’s okay. 

“If you’d like me to.” Honestly it gave you anxiety. You and Bucky hadn’t really had the talk yet, the two of you not even breaching the conversation having sex after spending the majority of the last month together. There was making out, kissing, and a lot of it. But if he wanted you to meet 

Steve it must mean something right?

But there was still this paranoia, this little niggling in your brain that made you feel like the rug was going to be pulled from beneath you. Just like it had before. 

How many times had you been really into a guy and when it came to the point, in what you thought was a relationship, to meet his friends or family he was suddenly really shady about it. A guy had literally told you once, “My friends would make fun of me if I dated a fat girl.” That had been a heavy blow. 

And you know you’re beautiful, you know you’re smart, and you know that you can survive on your own. But you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted to start working towards a partner, possibly getting married, maybe having or adopting kids. And Bucky seemed so perfect. A little too perfect. 

“Of course I want you to.” Meet Steve. The bowl was carefully handed to you while he settled down next to you with his own bowl. “Why wouldn’t I want you to?” The soup was just as good as you remembered it from last night. It had been late, almost one am when the two of you cuddled up on the couch and cleared your sinuses for the first time in a week. 

You shrug, spooning more of the spicy salty broth into your mouth. He gives you a strange look, “You’re my girlfriend,” Brow scrunched, “Girlfriends typically meet their boyfriend’s friends.” Your chapped lips parted and closed, “I mean I know we never like, officially, said anything, but… I thought you knew we were together.” His voice sounded a little sad. His eyes meet yours, placing his bowl on the coffee table. 

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted to--” You sighed heavily, “I’m sorry. No, we are together.” 

“Did you think we weren’t?” The bowl was taken from your hands and gently placed beside his on the coffee table, grasping your cold hands in his. 

“I… I didn’t know,” It was hard to look at him, “Sometimes, it’s just…”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it more clear what my intentions were.” His voice level and reassuring, “I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend.” Your eyes glassy. Your period was probably going to start soon, to be fair. You’d cried during Masterchef earlier when the girl had burned her sauce. It had been devastating. 

“No, I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “Communication goes both ways and I just didn’t think to ask.” In case you said no. He softly pressed his lips to yours, 

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” You sniffle, 

“You’re gonna get sick.” Bucky rolls his eyes, smiling, 

“Are you gonna answer my question or not?” You bit a little dry skin off your bottom lip before nodding, 

“Yes.” 

The next weekend had been at his own apartment, his stuffy nose and watery coughs a mimic of yours. The dinner with Steve would have to wait. 

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[thehelleniclunarwitch]

Confessions (Jason Todd)

Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: “Were you ever going to tell me? “What?” “That you love me.”

Requested by: @blu-eyed-devil

J, I only used one prompt because I have an idea for the other one on its own!

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Jason coming back from the dead was shocking. You had mourned for him. Cried for days after losing him. Life never seemed right after the funeral. So when he had returned you pinched yourself several times. You couldn’t believe that after all of this time he was there standing in front of you. 

Jason wanted nothing to do with Bruce. It took him a while to even agree to see his brothers. He crashed at your place. Jason was back. That was wonderful. But he was different. The Jason you had grown up with, the boy you had fallen in love with was different. Could you blame him? No. The things Jason told you about you knew that all of that would have changed you too. 

This Jason was colder. Darker. He never hurt you. He never made you cry or was brutal with you. When it came to you he was almost like the Jason you once knew. During the day, Jason was like your shadow. Wherever you went he wasn’t far behind. It was a good thing you worked from home. You weren’t sure how you would explain that to your boss. 

At night, Jason was gone. Jason was more than capable of taking care of himself, but it was hard not to worry about him. You had lost him once before and you didn’t want to lose him again. 

Friday nights had become a routine for the two of you. Once Jason came home the two of you would sit down in front of the TV watching Netflix and eating whatever the two of you had decided to order in. 

You were currently setting up Netflix with a movie the two of you had wanted to watch when your doorbell startled you. Nobody would visit you this late. Jason must have lost his key. Again. 

“Jay, honestly, I’m going to superglue the keyring to your finger,” You said as you yanked open the door. 

You did not find Jason standing there sheepishly waiting for you to answer. No, you found Bruce Wayne, Jason’s adoptive dad, and Gotham’s hero, Batman, standing in front of you. 

“Bruce,” You greeted. 

“Y/n, it’s nice to see you,” Bruce said taking a step forward but you stopped him. 

“I didn’t give you permission to enter,” You said coldly. 

“Right, my apologies,” Bruce said. 

“What are you doing here, old man?” You asked. 

Bruce sighed. “Is my son here?” 

“No,” You answered quickly. 

Bruce peered over your head. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Bruce. I’m not you. He’s not here. I’m not his caretaker or protector. If he was here I’d let you two duke it out. But he’s not,” You explained. 

“And do you know where he is?” Bruce asked you. 

“No. Again, I’m not his caretaker,” You said. 

“You know there is no need for you to be so defensive. I’m not here to drag him home and take him away from you,” Bruce said. 

You laughed. “Bruce, I’d pay money to watch you and try dragging Jason’s ass back home. And you’re right I don’t need to be defensive. I’m not defensive. Jason does not need me to protect him. But I will. You’ve made it very clear just how much you care about him,” You said your words dripping with poison. 

“Y/n,” Bruce sighed. 

“I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuse. If Jason ever decides to have a relationship with you again that’s on him, but I’ll do whatever I can to keep him from you. You got him killed once and I won’t let you do that to him again,” You said. 

Bruce smirked as he eyed you. 

“Jason is very lucky to have you as a friend,” Bruce said. 

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t need your fake kindness. Hit the road, old man. He’s not here. Stop wasting my time,” 

“When you see him again let him know I’m looking for him,” Bruce said. 

“Eat shit,” You smiled sweetly at him and then closed the apartment door. 

“Asshole,” You said under your breath as you headed back towards the living room. 

You stopped when you saw Jason standing there awkwardly. 

“I saw Bruce’s car out front so I came up and through the balcony,” Jason said. 

“Of course you did,” You sighed as started pulling containers of food out of the bag. 

Jason sat on the edge of the couch and stared at you. 

“So how much of that did you hear?” You asked him. 

“Enough,” Jason replied. 

“Right,” You said sitting down next to him. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence while you ate and the movie played on the TV. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Jason looking at you. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Jason asked. 

“What?” You said in confusion. 

“That you love me,” Jason said. 

You whipped your head around to look at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Y/n, come on. It’s obvious,” Jason said. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” You lied. 

“So you’re saying that you just didn’t tell Bruce to eat shit just because you’re my friend?” Jason asked. 

“I’d tell Bruce to eat shit every day for the rest of my life. He deserves it,” You countered. 

“And you’re letting me live here rent-free,” Jason pointed out. “You cook for me. Take care of me. Help me through my nightmares. Sit through the silence and you never push me to talk about anything. Ever.” 

“What’s your point, jackass?” You growled. 

“That you’re in love with me. Have been for a while now.” Jason said. 

“And?” You asked with a sigh. 

“I just want to hear you say it,” Jason said. 

“Would it shut you the hell up?” You growled. 

Jason smirked. “Maybe,”

“Then yeah,” You said before shoving a dumpling into your mouth. 

Jason laughed. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your mouth. You froze. 

“I love you too,” Jason admitted. 

“You’re such an asshole,” You said. 

Jason laughed, popped an egg roll in his mouth and turned up the volume for the movie. With the love confessions still dangling over the two of you you both fell into a comfortable silence eating and watching the movie. Telling Jason you loved him ended up being easier than you thought. But of course, it would be. It was always easy with Jason. 

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anons and @wingardium-letmefuckyou. I feel like this is so different from what I usually write when it comes to Loki (you’ll see what I mean, I guess) but it just… happened. Hope you’ll like it. Happy Easter, everyone! ♥

Words: 3626 Warnings: smut, quite a bit of angst

Avengers assemble. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head, grinning at your phone screen where Tony’s message had popped up. You were flattered he considered you an Avenger now but then again, he was only a few yards away in the living room, stretching out his feet on the sofa and sipping a glass of whisky. Nothing serious, nothing to write home about… you shrugged. It was flattering nonetheless.

As a, what the people around you would probably call you, witch, it had taken you quite a few weeks to prove them you were no hostile being, mainly because your powers reminded them a lot of those of a certain God of Mischief who had also taken up quarters in the compound, ever since his grand resurrection before Thanos’ demise.

Oh, the abhorrent expressions on their faces when Thor had insisted on bringing him back, on changing the past and save his only brother even though adopted. You were glad he had. Loki was by far the most fascinating being you had ever met and you had to admit, you admired his seidr, his many tricks and magic inspiring you to improve your own skills and you wondered, regularly at night when one of your hands sneakily disappeared between your legs, whether Loki was as talented in bed as he was in creating illusions. Who were you going to blame? You wanted to have sex with him, without a doubt.

You blinked. Focus. Tony’s message. Right. Sighing, to scare the naughty thought away, you made your way into the living room where the majority of the Avengers had already gathered around the huge leather sofa, waiting for Tony to tell them his news.

“Happy Easter, everyone! Thank you all for hiding in your rooms and not come out except for coffee on this ambiguous holiday…”

It was then you sensed a barely noticeable movement in the corner. Inconspicuously, you glanced to your left, spotting Loki leaning mutely against one of the stone pillars with crossed arms, a few feet away from where your new friends had gathered.

Nobody else had discovered him as of yet. They were all busy groaning at Tony’s sarcastic words and truth be told, you couldn’t really blame them. When one fought aliens, monsters and supernatural Nazi organisations on a regular basis, family holidays like Easter, Christmas and even New Year’s Eve became rather insignificant. To you, however, it had caused the exact opposite. Holidays were one of the few occasions of the year where you could at least pretend to have a normal life and celebrate with family and friends, even if that involved silly little traditions.

Tony seemed to be thinking the exact same thing… or maybe it was just young Peter Parker who had convinced him.

“So FRIDAY and I have organised a little Easter egg scavenger hunt.”

“Seriously, Tony?” Rhodey interrupted. Natasha only chuckled and Thor looked as confused as ever. Amused, you studied the various reactions in the room. Pepper’s was by far the most adorable. The hormones, probably. Pregnant women always imagined doing these kinds of things with their husbands and children. The fact that Tony was about to be a father was probably another reason for this childish Easter egg hunt.

“Seriously. Get in pairs of two. There’s chocolate eggs hidden all over the compound and they all contain clues that will lead you straight to a plane ticket to the Bahamas.”

Rhodey’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking.”

“Would I be joking about the Bahamas?”

Startled, you took a step back when Sam rushed right past you to team up with Wanda, hoping that her mind reading skills would get him some sort of advantage. Next thing you knew, the Avengers erupted in a huddle of enthusiastic voices. Steve decided to search with Bucky, Natasha and Bruce were the perfect match anyway, Thor tried his luck with Peter Parker and Rhodey promised he would win this trip for Happy and himself.

Being the newest member, you were the only one left and while you certainly wouldn’t mind searching alone, it was both a wicked and naughty idea forming in your mind that had you turn around and finally react to the blue gaze staring daggers into your back.

“Are you just going to stand there, Loki?” You loved how his name rolled off your tongue. Like a sweet praline melting in your mouth.

“What is this nonsense?” He asked quietly, approaching slightly. “Why would he hide eggs for you to find?”

You shrugged, suppressing a giggle. Loki was not wrong, the way he said it, it actually sounded quite crazy.

“Not real eggs, silly. Chocolate eggs. It’s a common Easter tradition.”

“And what is it? Easter?”

“It’s a Christian holiday. It celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ.”

Loki frowned, clearly taken aback. “I see… why eggs?”

You laughed. “Good question. I think they’re meant to symbolise said resurrection and then people made up stories about the Easter bunny hiding them for children to find.”

“Easter bunny…” You had to admit, he looked pretty funny when disturbed. Chuckling, you looked up at him, the Avengers around you scattering around the compound. They had learnt quickly to simply ignore the God of Mischief’s presence, if anything because he usually made himself scarce and refrained from any kind of social interaction except for the occasional chat with his brother. That made it all the harder for you to spend time with him.

“Search with me. I could use a trip to the Bahamas.” Maybe you took pity on him and you couldn’t care less about those plane tickets. An Easter egg scavenger hunt, however, was the perfect opportunity to get closer to Loki. You wanted to kiss Tony for the chance.

And much to your surprise, Loki nodded in joyful anticipation. The prosperity of stealing away a dreamy vacation by the beach was too tempting to be ignored. He briefly considered leaving them to you if he won but to simply rip them into tiny little pieces out of pure spite seemed much more alluring. Loki was very well aware that every single one of them had attempted to persuade Thor to leave him to rot in the depths of Hel, trapped in the afterlife when he had sacrificed his own life in order to put an end to Thanos’ schemes. It would be a small, insignificant triumph—but a triumph nonetheless.

“Let’s start in the kitchen.” While the microwave, the fridge and the coffee machine posed excellent hideouts for small chocolate eggs, your main goal was it to stall him. Summoning things was not your speciality, you had to focus hard to achieve a decent result. Pretty soon, however, you realised that Loki was a natural. The chocolate eggs he found within a matter of mere minutes either came with a letter or a blank. Quickly, you ushered him into the hallway and through the backdoor into the sunny garden behind the compound where he spotted another chocolate egg hidden in a bush next to a vast flowerbed.

You had only found one letter thus far, quite useless when it came to the actual scavenger hunt and still, your heart beat faster and faster the closer you came to the massive apple tree blooming beautifully around the corner, close to where you had hidden your own surprise for the God of Mischief.

“Do you celebrate Easter?” He suddenly asked, genuine interest resonating in his voice.

“More or less… I grew up with it, my parents used to hide chocolate eggs for me to find every year. I’m not… well, I believe I stopped being Christian when I turned to witchcraft.”

“And why is that?” Loki smirked triumphantly when he picked up another chocolate egg. A blank, still, he seemed rather pleased with himself when he threw it in the tiny basket you had conjured to carry them all.

“I took interest in various other beliefs, with paganism leading the way. Rune magic and ancient seidr is what harmonises with my body the most. I was consequently starstruck when I faced you and your brother for the first time—actual Norse gods I had read so much about over years of practise.”

“Most of these stories are twisted truths, some of them utter lies.” Loki claimed. Any moment now, he would find it. Bracing yourself, you smiled your sweetest and most irresistible smile. Becoming a witch had made you confident and you made sure to use that to your advantage.

“Maybe… but they never lied about your abilities, now did they?”

“What—” Loki frowned. He had walked around the tree now, spotting the green and golden egg hiding on the grass next to a few condoms. Truth be told, you could not be certain Loki would defer to your unsubtle invitation. There was, after all, a chance he would rudely reject you. In fact, you had never seen Loki initiate any form of social or body contact. But you were willing to take the risk.

“My… whoever designed this egg must have an exceedingly good taste for colours.”

“I meant to decorate it with green and gold jewels too but you see, materialising objects I imagine in my head never turn out the way I want them to.”

Loki spun around. “It is yours, then?”

“I don’t care about that stupid scavenger hunt, not really. But I’ve wanted to be alone with you for a while. You never leave your room, you know.” Leaning against the tree for some sort of support, you listened to your rapid heartbeat and awaited his reaction. Loki simply narrowed his eyes at you.

“Alone with me?” He repeated, almost mockingly. “Is this a subtle request for me to ravish you… right here under this tree?” Gosh… his voice rushed into your ears like liquid gold, saying such depraved words. You held your breath when he closed the small distance between you, pressing you against the trunk so you could feel the strong muscles dance against your clothed skin. Almost thoughtfully, his left hand came up to caress your face. His demeanour changed. Gone was the dominant and intimidating god you had read about, replaced by a young prince unsure of how to deal with your sudden confession.

“You seem so… surprised.” You whispered.

His honest answer startled you. “It must have been a while since a woman took interest in me instead of my oaf of a brother… especially after all that happened since his first, failed coronation.”

It was a painful sting that went through your heart, guilt washing over your body. Your Easter egg was no more than a stupid metaphor for a cheap Tinder match, a quick fuck you would get over with and then on with your life. You had never honestly considered your feelings for Loki to grow beyond sexual attraction. You admired his skills and you worshipped his powers and wit… oh, you would be all too willing to kneel before him and tend to his Easter eggs before focusing your attention to his surely thick and long shaft, to lick over his length and suck on his tip until he rewarded you with his godly seed… without a doubt, Loki would taste delightful. But romantic interest? Potentially falling in love with the mischievous god? You had never considered yourself to be that kind of woman. Not since you had dedicated your life to witchcraft.

“Trust me, I do not want Thor. I want you. Right now.”

If Loki was suspicious, he did not show, his vulnerability vanishing from his stunning blue eyes. You would not claim he had his emotions under control… not if he let his guard slip so easily upon unexpected affection. But now, his smirk was downright malicious.

“Be careful what you wish for, little witch.” He purred into your ear, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. His mouth found your neck, brushing lightly over the sensitive skin until you squirmed in joyful anticipation.

“What are these for?” He tilted his head, eyeing the condoms on the ground.

“The condoms? For protection. I have no desire to get pregnant today.”

Loki hesitated. Then, he chuckled.

“Are you familiar with contraception spells?”

“N-no…”

“I shall take care of it, then.” And with that, he captured your mouth in a wet and passionate kiss, lips devouring yours in such a devastated manner you moaned against him, granting him perfect access to slip his tongue past your lips and start a playful fight with yours, battling for dominance.

This first round would be a quick one, you both knew that. Exhibitionism was not your style, neither was it Loki’s. When he claimed a woman, he wished to do so in private. There were not many things he could call his own—but he certainly would when it came to the pleasure of a beautiful naked maiden underneath his strong body.

He growled when he busied his hands with your skirt, sliding it up your thighs so he could tend to the annoying piece of thin fabric separating him from your delicate quim underneath. Without hesitation, he ripped it off your body and tossed it aside, his long fingers taking only a split second to find your wet folds and fondle them excitedly.

You gasped when he parted them to coax your clit out of its hiding place, getting you all worked up and aroused for him—not that you needed any more stimulation; but Loki of course knew how to please a woman. It was something a man did not forget, even after years of confinement.

Moaning loudly, you let your head fall back, exposing your neck to him. Loki eyed you down greedily, studying each of your reactions so intimately you felt a strange, longing sensation in your belly. Like butterflies, fluttering around nervously.

“This will not do…” He decided nonchalantly. With but a flick of his wrist, your clothes vanished. You felt the all too familiar tingling of seidr dancing over your skin, then the cool spring breeze having goose bumps decorate your limbs, your nipples hardening both from the sudden temperature change and your imminent arousal. “Hmm… much better…” Loki mused. All you managed in response was another, blissful moan.

Oh, happy fucking Easter. You sighed when Loki removed his fingers from your sex to free his aching and pulsing member from his tight leather trousers, barely sliding them down his pale but well-defined thighs. And seeing his erection was no small thing. He truly was a god and you longed to taste that long shaft and please him with your mouth until you gagged because of his sheer length and girth.

You squealed when Loki lifted you up to position himself between your legs, smirking hungrily when you spread them even further in his tight grasp. Clearly, there was no need for him to prepare you any more. With but one eager thrust, he impaled you with his hard cock, sheathing himself so deep inside of you your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your muscles gripping him tightly, unwilling to let him retreat entirely. Loki withdrew almost completely still, torturing you with slow and deep strokes. He took his time, appreciating the warmth of a tight cunt squeezing him so delightfully, greedy for his seed. And he was about to give it to you, about to give you what you had asked for.

Loki’s angle allowed him to hit your hidden pleasure spots with every single stroke, carrying you up towards orgasm on a cloud of pleasure. Moaning relentlessly, you dug your fingernails into his armour, allowing him to bury his face in your neck and inhale your scent, leaving passionate love bites in his wake.

By now, he was rutting into you like a wolf in heat. Loki seemed to forget himself. Tension, desperation, fear and frustration all appeared to seep from his body so suddenly he realised with a start what he had been missing out on. To have a woman desire him, willing to give and receive pleasure…

“L-Loki… I-I’m… I’m going to… ahh…”

“Come for me,” he ordered, looking you dead in the eye, urging you on, fuelling your arousal. “Come. Now.”

It felt like he had pressed a button, his naughty words rippling through you along with the endless waves of pleasure caused by the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced. Screaming his name, your toes curled as Loki fucked you through your climax almost violently, unwilling to stop and let you catch your breath. By the time he was about to reach his own peak, you were ready to cum yet again. And Loki’s shaft pulsing and twitching inside of you as he spurted ropes of his rich cum inside of you, filling you up nicely, was enough to push you over the edge once more. Spasming around him, you milked him for all he was worth, the pleasure unwilling to subside until he slipped out of you satisfactorily, watching with delight and pride how his seed dribbled down your inner thighs, staining your body. He sure did enjoy claiming a woman…

Carefully, the God of Mischief set you back down on your feet, making sure your knees would indeed support you before he let go.

“God… that was… wow.” It was better than you could have ever imagined. You were filled with energy you could not describe. Myths of Loki and his seidr had already given you strength but Loki himself… you felt like a new witch.

“Indeed it was.” He chuckled, tucking away his softening member. He did not look flustered in the least. You, on the other hand, were panting as if you had just run a marathon. Closing your eyes for just a brief second, you magicked some clothes back on your body, feeling Loki’s blue eyes on you with every movement you made. You shivered when his hand came up to caress our face yet again. There was hope sparkling in his eyes.

“Have you ever seen the Northern lights? With your own eyes?” He suddenly asked.

You frowned. “What?”

“I realise that we started this in the wrong order and I shall make sure to remedy that mistake and court you properly, my little witch.” My little witch. You were his little witch now.

“Um… Loki… we are not… going to… are we?” Your heart was aching. This had been about sex and lust… not the beginning of a romantic relationship. Was it not clear? You swallowed thickly, looking up at him hesitantly.

He paused, lifting his chin to feign confidence.

“Ah. I see.” He said eventually. “You merely wished for carnal satisfaction and you received it.”

You had hurt him. When you had thought you had done him a favour by dragging him straight into Stark’s stupid scavenger hunt, you had achieved the exact opposite. And it finally dawned on you. Loki wasn’t craving sexual touch. He was craving emotional touch.

“Loki, I just… I’m not the kind of woman who… I mean, I don’t…” But why, now, did it hurt you so much to have disappointed him? Those feelings tumbling around in your belly, what in the nine realms, were they on about? It was a fuck. A meaningless fuck you would not mind to repeat… or was it? Biting your lower lip, you remembered Loki’s cheeky smirk. Your heart seemed to skip a beat upon the mere imagination of him being playful with you.

“It had to be me, no? The Norse God of Mischief, the one you had read so much about. Tell me, was it exciting?” He asked, scornfully and condescending now.

“It… the best sex of my life.” You admitted ruefully.

“Well. I am pleased to have bestowed this life-changing experience on you. You will be disappointed to hear you were a rather ordinary and nearly boring companion.”

He stroke back immediately, choosing hurtful words to distract from his own pain and inflict the very same on you. It did not matter if they were true or not, you both knew they hit home.

“Loki, I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean it like that, I just…”

“(Y/N)!” You flinched when you heard Tony yell your name. Jogging towards you, in no rush, really, he came to a halt a few feet before your trembling form.

“There you are. Rhodey won, the scavenger hunt is over. We’re all going to the Bahamas though. You better start packing.”

“Come with me.” You heard yourself mumbling when he had gone but not before shooting Loki a suspicious glance. “I’m not going without you.”

“Whatever for? You have what you wanted.”

Those feelings. Could it be? Were you… falling in love with him?

“No,” Frantically, you shook your head. “No, I don’t. Please, Loki. I’m sorry…”

“There is no need to apologise, my little witch.” My little witch. Oh no… you definitely did not want to let this breath-taking god go. He did not have to explain it. There was no need to apologise because this was what people always did. They used him and then tossed him aside when they had no need of him longer. They claimed they loved him and then revealed their true intentions. By the Norns, what had you done? You had never wanted to hurt him like this.

“I think… I should be the one courting you. Please… let me prove it to you.” You choked out, holding back your tears. You were falling in love with him. If he turned his back on you now and left, never looking back, your heart would shatter. Broken, you tried for a reconciling smile. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest when Loki sighed.

“You should go and pack your things, my little witch.” My little witch. Your smile widened, genuinely.

 A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I’d be flattered if you supported me on KoFi! kofi.com/sserpente (or hit the “Support me” button on my blog) ♥

[sunrise-traveling-daycare]

♡ Welcome ♡

Welcome everybody to the Amphros-Central Adoption Center, where you can adopt little critters that are in need of a loving home, my name is Deity Evie and I am the owner, though you may call me D or Evie. ^^

Some things though before you ask away-

You are allowed to adopt as many pokemon as you like but please don't ask for a lot at once. That being said there is a limit as to how many you can adopt per week.

That limit is three pokemon per week.

Anon is off because I just need to know who adopts what so I can keep track.

You are allowed to request a mon and say you don't want to adopt them. They will just be first come first serve.

For pokemon range there is no limit to what we have. Mythicals and certain legendaries though may not be available. (Limited Mews and Mewtwo's available) Shinies though I'd say are limited at the time.

Types of pokemon that can be adopted -

Regular mons

Shinies

Some fusions/shines

Some legendaries

Eggs

Eggs will be available though, and if you want to adopt one I'll just tell you the whole process.

You can also drop off a pokémon that you feel needs a good home. From there I will either take care of them until their health is at its best, put them up for adoption on the spot, or find a place in my heart for them but I will always try to find a home for them first before doing that.

If you do ask for a mon that has been dropped off and I have claimed they still will be up for adoption unless I say otherwise.

We now will also be having Adoption News every Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 9:00-11:00 AM or 7:00-8:00 PM, featuring any new or recent pokemon that are in desperate need of a new home, or home in general. If you would like to adopt those pokemon you will just need to contact me through here on our website through either comments on the News Letter or a Provate DM (PM, private message). From there I will have you take a questionnaire to see if you are the right fit for the mon.

If you have questions because (let's be honest I'm too fast with directions) just leave me a message.

Other rules -

This is not an interaction blog (yet)

It might be later

*Last update* July 8, 2023 - 8:13 AM

[takenbyemrys]

Chapter 2/10

Main pairing: Peter Parker/Harley Keener

Chapter 1

Tony’s Monday morning was going a little differently. He understood Harley’s need for some independence, so he hadn’t sent a private jet. The kid had told him he’d be there around 9, and to ‘not leave him waiting in the lobby, old man.’ Yeah, okay, Tony was nervous. It’s not everyday that you introduce your two adopted sons that knew absolutely nothing about each other. He refused to admit to anybody but Pepper that he thought of them as his children, though. Pepper had given him a warm smile and corrected him. “Our children, you idiot.” Tony might have cried after that. A million different scenarios ran through his head. Harley was a bit rough around the edges and didn’t do well with other people, but god he hoped Peter’s literal ray of sunshine personality was enough. If it wasn’t he could only imagine the tension and arguments. He had kind of put all his eggs in this basket and couldn’t afford for them not to at least be civil. That’s really all he was shooting for, maybe over the summer they would be able to get along well enough to realize they could work together. So Tony might have shut himself in the lab all weekend to worry. It happens. When his phone buzzed on the table, he jumped sky high, not expecting it to be nearly nine already.

Harley Received 8:51am I think your ego presented itself in the lobby.

Harley Received 8:51am Like really gold inlay?

Harley Sent 8:52am Wait at the reception desk. I need to come down to approve your badge.

Tony was in the elevator a second later. Harley was leaning against the reception desk, arms crossed, a smirk on his face, and a duffel bag at his feet. Kelly, the receptionist was occasionally shooting him a smile, but Tony could see her glare pulling towards a large tour group in the lobby. He ignored it and continued. Kelly raised an eyebrow as Tony walked up to her desk. Tony could see her trying not to smile. Harley raised an eyebrow. “Wow you look like shit.” He smirked, his southern drawl falling smoothly. “Keep at it kid, I'll send you right back to Tennessee.” Tony grumbled. Harley rolled his eyes and sent Kelly a dashing smile, who was covering her laughter with a cough. “Good morning Mr.Stark.” She said sweetly. “Morning, Kelly. How’s the wife?” He asked politely. “Fabulous of course. I am a bit worried about how she’s going to do with that.” Kelly gestured to the tour group. “I can send someone?” Tony asked. Kelly shook her head. “Peter already agreed to help tomorrow.” Tony raised an eyebrow at that. “But anyway. I see we have a request for an alpha level badge printing.” Kelly sent Harley a smirk. “Another one I see.” “Another one, what?” Tony asked incredulously. Kelly just shook her head with a smile. “I knew PENIS Parker was lying about his stupid internship. Why else would he skip?” An obnoxious voice sounded from the large group. Tony froze. He watched as Kelly sent another glare toward the group. “Kelly.” He said slowly. “Mrs. Potts approved an overnight tour for a local STEM school.” Kelly said, keeping her voice even. “What school?” Tony asked, afraid he already knew the answer. “Midtown Tech.” Kelly pursed her lips. Tony’s blood ran cold. That motherfucker had called his kid what exactly. “That’s happened about four times now.” “Louder each time too,” Harley drawled. He gave off a carefree attitude, but Tony could see the underlying tension. Harley didn’t really take well to true assholes. Maybe this would be good for their relationship. “Right, Kelly please print the badge. Harley, we’re going to threaten children.” Tony smiled. Harley grinned and followed.

“I’m assuming this has something to do with the other intern you mentioned?” Harley asked. Tony nodded. When they reached the edge of the group, Tony could hear the voice of a teacher giving directions. He scanned the crowd, but didn’t find the source. He looked to the right and jumped out of his skin when his eyes met the indifferent glare of Michelle Jones. “MJ,” Tony greeted. The girl scared the crap out of him. She was a tiny angrier Pepper. She nodded and her gaze quickly found Harley. She smirked. “Another Murder!Child I see.” She snorted. Ned squeaked from his spot behind her. “I- excuse me a what?” Tony asked. Harley was smirking. “Murder. Child. The new one you ordered for Peter.” MJ enunciated. “MJ.” She jerked her chin toward Harley, who looked mildly scandalized. “Harley.” The boy drawled. At this point, they were getting the attention of the teenagers around them, but they didn’t notice. “And southern to boot.” MJ smirked again. “1. Hello Ned. Stop hiding. 2. I did not ‘order’ him for Peter, Jesus Christ. It’s long past time they should meet. 3. What in all hell is a murder child?” Tony gasped. This was not how this was supposed to be going. “Hello Mr.Stark,” Ned squeaked again and stepped out from behind MJ. “I think that by tomorrow, they’ll both agree otherwise.” MJ’s eyes dragged up and down Harley, who just raised an amused eyebrow. “And a murder child is anyone with an instant kill protocol.” MJ glared at Tony. Harley’s eyebrows shot up at that. “Peter doesn’t-” Tony sputtered. “You’re not the genius he thinks you are if you don’t believe he has one.” MJ rolled her eyes. “For the record, I don’t think i count as a ‘Murder Child,’ and I don't play well with other people.” Harley smirked again. God Tony wished he would stop doing that. MJ smirked right back. “Ever almost killed someone, hell ever actually killed someone?” Harley shrugged noncommittally. “Exactly. Murder Child with an accent?” “Don’t forget the evil smirk.” Ned stuttered. MJ nodded. “Welcome to the IronFamily. I have no doubt that the minute you set your eyes on either Peter you’ll be just smitten.” “How does fifty bucks sound?” Harley raised an eyebrow. “Wait either Peter?” Tony asked, eyes flicking between the three of them. “Yep.” MJ popped the ‘p’. “MurderChild!Peter and Soft!Peter. Either one. I won’t forget to collect.” Harley shot out his hand and they shook. Tony rubbed his temples. “Jesus christ what did I get myself into? Where the hell is he anyway? I can’t see him.” “Maybe it’s because you’re so short.” “Thin fucking ice Keener.” “He got permission from May to not come.” Ned stuttered out. MJ was smirking. She shared a knowing look with Ned. “What so he’s just home?” Tony asked. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “FRIDAY where the fuck is Peter?” “Language. MiniBoss is in Training Room 4.” Harley snorted, but he sent MJ a look when he heard ‘MiniBoss’. She just smirked at him. “Wait he’s in the fucking tower? When did he arrive? Why didn’t you notify me?” Tony started typing quickly. “Language. MiniBoss arrived at 3:14pm on Friday. You were notified when he met you in Lab 34.” FRIDAY sassed. “He hasn’t fu-reaking left since Friday. Jesus tell me he ate.” Tony groaned. “Smooth.” Harley said. Tony glared at him. “MiniBoss and TheBoss had breakfast and dinner together every day.” Friday confirmed. Tony’s jaw dropped. “Wow, IronDad really dropping the ball. What could your kids possibly be feeling right now?” MJ asked. “I am not dad!” Tony said incredulously. “Ms.Jones Mr.Leeds, i’m sure your conversation isn’t as important as…” The teacher called, but quickly trailed off when Tony turned to him. The class collectively gasped. “Hello Midtown.” Tony said. Harley snorted next to him. Tony sent him a glare. “Sorry to interrupt, I was looking for someone, who apparently isn’t here.” A tall kid pushed through the crowd. “Wait, were looking for Penis Parker?” The kid smirked, well it was like a weird grimace, but an attempt at a smirk. It was like he believed Tony would never fucking say yes. Tony’s eyes narrowed and he stepped forward so that he was right up in this kids face. “What the fuck did you just call my kid?” Tony growled. The kid paled instantly. He heard MJ snickering behind him. “I- I uh… Your kid?” Flash stuttered. “Peter Parker. My personal intern. One of the possible future heirs to my company. Like my own fucking son. You were talking about that Parker, correct?” Flash swallowed loudly. Behind him, Ned’s jaw dropped and even Harley’s eyebrows had shot up. MJ just looked amused. “I’m sorry.” Flash stumbled backward. Tony surveyed the rest of the crowd, noting the look of incredulity on their teachers face. He turned back to MJ. “No one believed the internship?” He raised a single eyebrow. MJ nodded, a smile twitching on her lips, before she cracked. “Not a dad, my ass. FRI save recording to IRONDAD Moments.” She guffawed. “Saved.” “FRIDAY where’s the kid again?” Tony sighed. “MiniBoss is in training room 4.” Friday answered. “For what?” Tony nose scrunched in confusion. “Family day.” FRIDAY said simply. Tony threw his head back and groaned. “So it’s a murder child kind of day.” MJ smirked at Harley, who was honestly so fucking confused. “FRIDAY, please record the meeting with Peter and send it to me.” “Of course, MiniPepper.” FRIDAY said. Tony whipped around to see MJ blushing. “Right, well, welcome to Stark Industries, be nice to your guide. She’s a gem. Don’t break anything.” Tony said to the teenagers. He saw a handful of teenagers nodding. He turned to walk away and found Ellen smirking at him. “Mr.Stark. The badge you requested.” Ellen handed a red badge to Harley. “I heard you adopted another one.” Tony sent a glare towards the reception desk. Kelly just waved. “Training room 4 is on our route today. Would you mind telling the fam? Just in case they want to evacuate.” Tony nodded. “Kid, get your bag.” Tony nodded to MJ and Ned and led the way to the elevator. “You need a badge to make Happy, well not happy, but less angry at me. FRIDAY took your bio scan so she will let you in any door. You have clearance for the whole building.” Tony grumbled as he walked into the elevator. “So Peter?” Harley asked. Tony rubbed a hand on his face. “Okay, only Pepper and Bruce, and now apparently a group of fucking teenagers know this, but Peter is being trained to be part of the team to take over SI should something happen to Pepper or myself.” Tony said very carefully. “A team?” Harley asked. “Why a team?” “Because Peter is also being trained to take over the Avengers.” Tony admitted. Harley’s jaw dropped. “Jesus, don't tell him any of this. Though I have no doubt, the scary one has already texted him.” Harley nodded. Tony kept sending him looks. Should he tell him that he’s part of the team? That they are the whole fucking team? Well MJ too honestly. She’ll definitely be their Pepper. Tony shook his head and decided against it. “Training room 4 FRI.” The elevator shot up.

[fucking-zawa-sensei]

My FanFic Masterlist:

My fanfic tab is a little messy with reblogs, so I’ve compiled all of my fics into this masterlist, with small summaries for each. Click the titles to be taken to the post.

Search “fanfic masterlist” on my blog to find this post easily. I will continue to update it as I post more fics. 

Thanks for following and reading my fics. I am so incredibly happy I decided to make this blog and write for the BNHA fandom. This has been such a fun experience. Thank you to everyone who was here from the start, too. I love you all. 

As a reminder, you can also find all of my writing under the “My Fanfiction” tab on my blog. Most of it is also on AO3 (Say_Jay). 

Fics:

After Effects - Takes place after chapter 159 of the manga. Hurt/comfort from both Aizawa and Yamada. Aizawa deals with this guilt over the incidents withthe precepts and Yamada deals with his fears of losing the one he loves. 

After Hours  - Aizawa and Yamada both work late on Fridays, but unlike most nights, their schedules sync up, and they get to come home together. They unwind from their work and indulge in some cuddles. This is super fluffy. 

Don’t Kid Yourself - Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]My multichapter angst fic, completed 9/9 chapters. It’s a very painful, slow burn that’s honestly hard to describe. Through much struggle and many confused feelings, Aizawa and Yamada figure out what love is. 

Shots Fired  - I forgot to rate this one, but it’s Mature for Violence (I am not kidding, take this seriously). This is another hurt/comfort fic. I can’t get into the details without giving away the twist. 

Chilly Afternoon - At some point I discovered I needed to stop hurting Aizawa and Yamada. So I made them a nice little coffee date in the snow. Pure fluff. It’s a short read. 

Soft - Short, sweet, fluff. Tumblr exclusive. This one is only a few hundred words. 

Ice It - Yamada takes a beating doing some hero work and heads to Aizawa’s to get patched up. Aizawa takes care of him and Yamada lets a confession slip. 

Drop the Beat - They’ve been on the hero scene for a few years, but have lost touch. Aizawa follows a lead on a villain to a shady bar and is surprised to find a certain unforgettable blond doing a DJ side gig. Aizawa and Yamada team up to take down the villain. Everything doesn’t quite go as planned. This the most action-intensive fic I’ve written. 

Overworked - Aizawa is the last person that should be trying to convince someone to take a break and get some sleep, but Yamada’s been pushing himself too hard and someone has to do it. This is domestic fluff.

Bask - Aizawa and Yamada share a sweet, fluffy date in the park. 

Oblivious - High school fic, Yamada’s parents gave him up as a baby and now he’s throwing a party at the children’s home he lives at. Aizawa is helplessly oblivious to the whole situation, but comes out to support his friend and learn a little. 

Hold me Closer - A short drabble. Yamada has a nightmare and Aizawa holds him through it. 

Warmth - A thank you fic for reaching 800 followers. This follows Aizawa and Yamada through a sweet Saturday, from morning to night, spending time together, and generally being so damn cute it will rot your teeth.

A Hero’s Work - A short drabble, Aizawa’s POV, reflecting after a particularly trying battle with a group of villains.

Not Without Trying - Chapters: [1] A three chapter fic where Aizawa and Yamada adopt Eri. 

Painted Hearts - Shouta loves his mom. She picks him up from school and runs her fingers through his hair and every day they paint beautiful pictures together. Until they don’t.

Black Tie - EXPLICIT, Yamada receives a prestigious award for his radio show, and in a rather unprecedented turn of events, Aizawa doesn’t put up a fight when his husband requests he tag along to the black tie ceremony. Yamada doesn’t put a fight when Aizawa quickly yanks said black tie off when they get home.

Prove Me Wrong - Short angst drabble 

Matchmaker - Over the months Aizawa had been training him, it was impossible for Shinsou not to notice how often Yamada would show up to pick Aizawa up after their sessions. It was even more impossible not to notice the way the tired, reserved man never once told the blond to stop draping himself over his shoulders or laughing in his ear. If Shinsou didn’t know any better, he’d say Aizawa liked Yamada. Actually, that just might be the case.Shinsou reports this and an idea to get the two teachers to notice the other’s feelings to his newfound friend, Midoriya. Kayama overhears their conversation and offers her help. Class 1-A plays matchmaker.

Room for me? - Short drabble. Mic wants to take a nap with Aizawa in the staff room. Fluff. 

Take Your Time - Drabble. Yamada needs some time and Aizawa is there to help. 

On Patrol - EXPLICIT, Hizashi suggests they make an easy, early weekday patrol more interesting with a vibrator. This leads to some hot and heavy sex in an alley. 

These Days Come and Go - Written for the prompt “Date Night” for ersaermicweek2018. Shouta has had a rough week and Hizashi decides to plan the perfect day to help him relax, but things don’t go as planned. 

Break Me, Baby - EXPLICIT, Bottom Mic. They’d been at this for at least an hour now. Hizashi was beyond well prepped, this wasn’t necessary, but he’d asked to be brought to the edge and when Shouta had asked are you sure? Hizashi had responded with Yes, and when I get there, drag me over it.

Shatterproof - Chapters: [1] [2] [3] Ongoing multi-chapter fic co-written with @aizawashovta full of emotional angst and healing. Shouta and Hizashi deal with their insecurities and helping each other overcome them. 

I Need Time - Drabble. Mic lies to Aizawa. Will probably continue this into a larger story at some point. 

Soaring - Drabble. Shouta and Hizashi share a moment in the park, studying birds. 

100 Ways to Say I Love You - An ongoing collection of 100 fics, each one a different way Aizawa and Yamada show their love to one another in more than just words. Co-written with @aizawashovta

Before You Go -  Shouta’s latest case requires some undercover work in another district, pulling him away from Hizashi for a lengthy amount of time. As the days grow closer to Shouta’s departure, Hizashi struggles to let go.

Temper - A short drabble in which Hizashi loses his temper and Shouta does his best to support him through it. 

Don’t do the Dew - A fun, sort of silly short fic in which Hizashi makes a disastrous breakfast and bears with the consequences. 

Support - Short fic, in which Hizashi deals with some trauma after being captured and Shouta comforts him. 

Kittens and Tea - Drabble. They were supposed to go on a date to a tea shop, but Shouta spots a fluffy little kitten waiting for a home. 

Rainy Day - Drabble. Shouta and Hizashi cuddle together on a rainy day. 

Play me a Song, DJ - Drabble. Shouta helps Hizashi build a playlist for his radio show. 

Credit - Drabble. Shouta and Hizashi bicker over whether a student should get credit on a test. Things get a little angsty. 

No Rest While You’re Away - Aizawa is captured and tortured and the only thing keeping him going is Hizashi. 

I Will Be Your Hands - Small fic. Post - USJ, Shouta can’t use his hands, but Hizashi is there to support him. 

How it is - Small fic. Hizashi breaks a table. 

More than This - Chapters: [1] Angsty mutual pining fic, in which both Hizashi and Shouta want more than sex from the other, but are having a lot of trouble figuring that out. Lots of jealousy. Slow burn. Lots of pain. Eventual happy ending. 

Drowned Out - Drabble. Very angsty. Major Character death. 

Riptide - Chapters: [1][2] Mermaid AU - Hizashi is a siren and Shouta is a ship captain. “Hizashi had been stunning since the first moment he laid eyes on him, lazing against the small cluster of rocks out in the open waves, but there’s something different about him now. Shouta’s heart feels like it skips, thrown across a pond, skidding across the surface before finally breaking the tension, dropping down into the depths.”

Burned - Hizashi’s speaker is decimated, his neck no better, and the stiff back of the hospital waiting room chairs aren’t doing Shouta’s nerves any favors either.

Relief - Sequel to burned, in which Hizashi comes home from the hospital and Shouta helps take care of him. 

Fever - Takes place in the same story line as Burned and Relief, a short ficlet in which Hizashi gets a fever. 

Dango - Hizashi finally gets his dango. Takes place in the same story line as Burned and Relief. 

It’s Been a While - Continuation of the Burned story line. Hizashi’s speaker is repaired. 

Run - Small ficlet from the casino au story I’ll be working on. Hizash is a genius card counter and Aizawa is his body guard. 

Separate - Sad, 500 word drabble, in which Shouta ends up alone.

Can We Keep Him? - 1st place raffle prize. A 5k fic about Hizashi and Shouta fostering kittens in their spare time. Super fluffy.

Witch/Wizard au:

Here are the little ficlets/posts building on the witch au I’ve yet to really start the full fic for yet. A brief explanation of the general au. A little ficlet of Hizashi coming home from travel. Some info on All Might’s place in the au.  Hizashi hatching a dragon egg.  And then check out @bethhankel ‘s blog for some amazing art! Her art and talking to her about this au were what made me start writing it, so definitely go check that out! 

Passing - Part of the above Witch/Wizard AU. It’s short and angsty. Hizashi loses a dragon.

Revenge - Part of the above Witch/Wizard AU, occurring after Passing, where Hizashi struggles with his grief. 

Sting - A short ficlet in which Shouta deals with the nerve damage caused after USJ. 

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: 6-month-old cutie with the best bunny-rabbit ears who has played well with respectful dogs - BARCS, Baltimore MD

- Rescue Needed -

Egg Drop- 6 months, altered female, 32lbs

6-month-old Egg Drop is such a sweet girl who just wants love and attention and all the cuddles in the world. She knows “sit” and “no,” and loves playing fetch. She walks well on her leash and she checks in with you on walks. At just 6 months old, this girl is such a friendly bouncy pup and she cant wait to find her forever home.

When tested off-leash in the shelter's play yard, Egg Drop was a bit tense at times with other dogs, but was overall polite and tolerant, so we think she would prefer other respectful and gentle play mates.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Egg Drop has bilateral cherry eyes, which are recommended to be corrected during surgery, which unfortunately BARCS does not have the resources and means to do. She also has demodex and grade 2 patellar luxation. A full medical summary can be provided upon request.

Egg Drop is available immediately for rescue pick-up, and due to her medical and need for surgery that BARCS is unable to provide for her, we would love to find placement for her ASAP.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

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Risk-Averse Link Building - Best of Whiteboard Friday

Posted by rjonesx.

Building links is an incredibly common request of agencies and consultants, and some ways to go about it are far more advisable than others. Whether you're likely to be asked for this work or you're looking to hire someone for it, it's a good idea to have a few rules of thumb. In this classic Whiteboard Friday chock full of evergreen advice, Russ Jones breaks things down.

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Hey, folks, welcome to another great Whiteboard Friday. I am Russ Jones, Principal Search Scientist here at Moz. I get to do a lot of great research, but I'll tell you, my first love in SEO is link building. The 10 years I spent before joining Moz, I worked at an agency and we did a lot of it, and I'll tell you, there's nothing more exciting than getting that great link. Now, today I'm going to focus a little bit more on the agency and consultant side. But one takeaway before we get started, for anybody out there who's using agencies or who's looking to use a consultant for link building, is kind of flip this whole presentation on its head. When I'm giving advice to agencies, you should use that as rules of thumb for judging whether or not you want to use an agency in the future. So let me jump right in and we'll get going. What I'm going to talk about today is risk-averse link building. So the vast majority of agencies out there really want to provide good links for their customers, but they just don't know how. Let's admit it. The majority of SEO agencies and consultants don't do their own link building, or if they do, it's either guest posting or maybe known placements in popular magazines or online websites where you can get links. There's like a list that will go around of how much it costs to get an article on, well, Forbes doesn't even count anymore because they've no-followed their links, but that's about it. It's nothing special. So today I want to talk through how you can actually build really good links for your customers and what really the framework is that you need to be looking into to make sure you're risk averse so that your customers can come out of this picture with a stronger link profile and without actually adopting much risk.

1. Never build a link you can't remove!

So we're going to touch on a couple of maxims or truisms. The first one is never build a link you can't remove. I didn't come upon this one until after Penguin, but it just occurred to me it is such a nightmare to get rid of links. Even with disavow, often it feels better that you can just get the link pulled from the web. Now, with negative SEO as being potentially an issue, admittedly Google is trying to devalue links as opposed to penalize, but still the rule holds strong. Never build a link that you can't remove.

But how do you do that? I mean you don't have necessarily control over it. Well, first off, there's a difference between earnings links and building links. So if you get a link out there that you didn't do anything for, you just got it because you wrote great content, don't worry about it. But if you're actually going to actively link build, you need to follow this rule, and there are actually some interesting ways that we can go about it.

Canonical "burn" pages

The first one is the methodology that I call canonical burn pages. I'm sure that sounds a little dark. But it actually is essentially just an insurance policy on your links. The idea is don't put all of your content value and link value into the same bucket. It works like this. Let's say this article or this Whiteboard Friday goes up at the URL risk-averse-links and Moz decided to do some outreach-based link building. Well, then I might make another version, risk-averse-linkbuilding, and then in my out linking actually request that people link to that version of the page. That page will be identical, and it will have a canonical tag so that all of the link value should pass back to the original.

Now, I'm not asking you to build a thousand doorway pages or anything of that sort, but here's the reason for the separation. Let's say you reach out to one of these webmasters and they're like, "This is great," and they throw it up on a blog post, and what they don't tell you is, "Oh yeah, I've got 100 other blogs in my link farm, and I'm just going to syndicate this out." Now you've got a ton of link spam pointing to the page. Well, you don't want that pointing to your site. The chances this guy is going to go remove his link from those hundreds if not thousands of pages are very low. Well, the worst case scenario here is that you've lost this page, the link page, and you drop it and you create a new one of these burn pages and keep going. Or what if the opposite happens? When you actually start ranking because of this great content that you've produced and you've done great link building and somebody gets upset and decides to spam the page that's ranking with a ton of links, we saw this all the time in the legal sector, which was shocking to me. You would think you would never spam a lawyer, but apparently lawyers aren't afraid of another lawyer. But regardless, what we could do in those situations is simply get rid of the original page and leave the canonical page that has all the links. So what you've done is sort of divided your eggs into different baskets without actually losing the ranking potential. So we call these canonical burn pages. If you have questions about this, I can talk more about it in the comments.

Know thy link provider

The other thing that's just stupidly obvious is you should know thy link provider. If you are getting your links from a website that says pay $50 for so and so package and you'll get x-links from these sources on Tier 2, you're never going to be able to remove those links once you get them unless you're using something like a canonical burn page. But in those cases where you're trying to get good links, actually build a relationship where the person understands that you might need to remove this link in the future. It's going to mean you lose some links, but in the long run, it's going to protect you and your customers. That's where the selling point becomes really strong. Imagine you're on a client call, sales call and someone comes to you and they say they want link building. They've been burned before. They know what it's like to get a penalty. They know what it's like to have somebody tell them, "I just don't know how to do it." Well, what if you can tell them, hey, we can link build for you and we are so confident in the quality of our offering that we can promise you, guarantee that we can remove the links we build for you within 7 days, 14 days, whatever number it ends up taking your team to actually do? That kind of insurance policy that you just put on top of your product is priceless to a customer who's worried about the potential harm that links might bring.

2. You can't trade anything for a link (except user value)!

Now this leads me to number two. This is the simplest way to describe following Google's guidelines, which is you can't trade anything for a link except user value. Now, I'm going to admit something here. A lot of folks who are watching this who know me know this, but my old company years and years and years ago did a lot of link buying. At the time, I justified it because I frankly thought that was the only way to do it. We had a fantastic link builder who worked for us, and he wanted to move up in the company. We just didn't have the space for him. We said to him, "Look, it's probably better for you to just go on your own."

Within a year of leaving, he had made over a million dollars selling a site that he ranked only using white hat link building tactics because he was a master of outreach. From that day on, just everything changed. You don't have to cheat to get good links. It's just true. You have to work, but you don't have to cheat. So just do it already. There are tons of ways to justify outreach to a website to say it's worth getting a link.

So, for example, you could

Build some tools and reach out to websites that might want to link to those tools.

You can offer data or images.

Accessibility. Find great content out there that's inaccessible or isn't useful for individuals who might need screen readers. Just recreate the content and follow the guidelines for accessibility and reach out to everybody who links to that site. Now you've got a reason to say, "Look, it's a great web page, but unfortunately a certain percentage of the population can't use it. Why don't you offer, as well as the existing link, one to your accessible version?"

Broken link replacement.

Skyscraper content, which is where you just create fantastic content. Brian Dean over at Backlinko has a fantastic guide to that.

There are just so many ways to get good links.

Let me put it just a different way. You should be embarrassed if you cannot create content that is worth outreach. In fact, that word "embarrassment," if you are embarrassed to email someone about your content, then it means you haven't created good enough content. As an SEO, that's your responsibility. So just sit down and spend some more time thinking about this. You can do it. I've seen it happen thousands of times, and you can end up building much better links than you ever would otherwise.

3. Tool up!

The last thing I would say is tool up. Look, better metrics and better workflows come from tools. There are lots of different ways to do this.

First off, you need a good backlink tool. Our new Link Explorer is 29 trillion links strong and it's fantastic. There's also Fresh Web Explorer for doing mentions. So you can find websites that talk about you but don't link. You're also going to want some tools that might do more specific link prospecting, like LinkProspector.com or Ontolo or BrokenLinkBuilding.com, and then some outreach tools like Pitchbox and BuzzStream.

But once you figure out those stacks, your link building stack, you're going to be able to produce links reliably for customers. I'm going to tell you, there is nothing that will improve your street cred and your brand reputation than link building. Link building is street cred in our industry. There is nothing more powerful than saying, "Yeah, we built a couple thousand links last year for our customers," and you don't have to say, "Oh, we bought," or, "We outsourced." It's just, "We just do link building, and we're good at it."

So I guess my takeaway from all of this is that it's really not as terrible as you think it is. At the end of the day, if you can master this process of link building, your agency will be going from a dime a dozen, where there are 100 in an averaged-sized city in the United States, to being a leading provider in the country just by simply mastering link building. If you follow the first two rules and properly tool up, you're well on your way.

So I hope to talk more to you in the comments below. If you have any questions, I can refer you to some other guides out there, including some former Whiteboard Fridays that will give you some great link building tips. Hope to talk to you soon.

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