#Everyone's Favorite Foster Space Dad

[snaillock]

would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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[sylviathejester]

TIRED.

maybe it’s time to say goodbye, ‘cause i’m getting pretty fuckin’ tired.

PLATONIC!JOHN PRICE x TEENAGER!GN!Y/N

warnings: mentions of death, foster care (this is my first time writing about foster care, excuse me if there’s any imperfections), attempted suicide, slight swearing

author note: this is separate from the poll. please tell me if the spacing is a turn off, it’s for aesthetic purposes in this oneshot, slowing your reading like Y/N’s world momentarily stills at the thoughts.

word count: 859.

Death. You’ve been thinking about it for days on end, what does it feel like? Your foster father, Jonathan (or as everyone calls him, John), says it’s Cold. Chilling. Scary. But what if it isn’t? Some people die with a smile on their face, so perhaps it could be the same for you?

Foster family after foster family. Abusive, neglectful piece of shits who only foster for the money. You’re afraid John might be the same.

The poor man, however, actively tries to convince you he isn’t like them. He does movie nights every Saturday, he actually listens when you talk, every word you say doesn’t go unnoticed. And his efforts don’t go unnoticed by you, not at all. He’s gentle. He’s a gentle man.

But you’ve had enough.

You’re scared shitless, some families acted like they were “mental health advocates” until you showed signs of burnout, depression, and even a tinge of anger issues, that’s when they threw you away.

And you’re just at your limit with John. The mask is.. slowly.. cracking.

John’s been a sweet guy, and he does everything in his power to make you feel okay, safe, happy. But you don’t budge. But you don’t show that you’re not budging, you show him a happy person, someone you’re not. And you’re getting tired.

”Mama was a bit naïve, and her daddy was a blinded thief. He went and stole away what was left of the remains of a family. “ Another Empty Bottle by Katy McAllister plays, you forgot the last time you heard this song, but it was one of your favorites when you were younger, more innocent, unaware of the shit going on between biological Mom and Dad. Unaware of the abuse. Perhaps your soul always felt like something was wrong, and your brain caught up later.

You sit on the couch, the TV on. You briefly look at the movement, the show must be some silly romcom, how cute.

Your phone’s music and the TV served as background noise, initially done to shut away the thoughts, but they’re.. lingering..

John was out of the house, buying groceries. He tried to persuade you to tag along; “You haven’t been out the house for a couple of weeks now, Y/N. you better go out!” He said, in that sickly sweet and kind voice of his. But you insisted on staying. Being tired from staying up was your excuse, and he let you off.

You paused the music and turned off the TV, and laid down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. It wouldn’t hurt to.. at least try. If he comes back before you actually do it, you can act like you never even tried, it’d be fine.

And if you succeeded?

But wouldn’t he be upset? Sad? He’d feel like he failed you. He never did, he never will.

He’d understand, surely he will.

Suddenly, you find yourself in the kitchen, in front of the knives John kept hanging on a shelf. For some reason he leaves them out in the open.

You grab the sharpest one, or rather, the newest knife. You look at it, and your reflection stares right back, as if to plead with you to not do it, think about it.

You ignore its pleas.

You slowly place the knife right under your wrist. Your breathing’s heavy, your heartbeat’s accelerated.

Should I do it? Should I do it?

Should I-

Warmth, but not from your wrist.

Your shoulder? Is it the grim reaper paying a visit?

You look over slowly, and your stomach drops. It’s John.

You look behind him, the grocery bags are on the floor, the different things he bought scattered across the floor.

“Hey.” He speaks a little louder, which causes you to look at him. He puts two fingers under your chin, keeping it in place.

He slowly takes the knife from your hand, sliding it across the counter; away from your hands.

“Are you okay?” Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Warmth, but not from your wrist.

Your eyes? You must be going blind.

Warmth, but not from your wrist.

Throughout your body, are you in Heaven?

No, you’re in John’s arms. Maybe that’s your own, twisted little version of Heaven. Isn’t Heaven the place where you feel eternal peace? John gives you peace, albeit not as eternal as Heaven, but he’s your Heaven on Earth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ You sob into his chest. He merely shushes you, running his hand up and down your back.

It’s 11PM. You and John are on the couch, you’re holding onto him like a koala hugging a tree. It’s been silent.

“What made you want to do it?” He breaks the silence as he whispers the dreaded question.

“John, do you- will you still want me here?” You look at him.

Silence.

“Pardon?” He raises a brow.

“Will you still want me here? You won’t- give me back, right?” You look at him: expectant, hopeful.

“Of course not, Y/N.” He hugged you a little tighter. “You’re stuck with me.”

Maybe he won’t leave like the others did.

At the realization, the world felt a little brighter.

[joanofexys]

hello!! :) I already asked in a comment but I shall bother you again in an ask so you can make a proper post <3 I would LOVE to know more about angels (AND PHOEBE'S BECAUSE HELLO??) relations with the canon cast!!

Yippee!! I love talking about Angel

Idk how this will be broken down exactly but it’s probably gonna get long as hell so be warned

Obviously Angel’s best friend is Harper. And no one will replace her, but he does still have great relationships with the foxes

I mentioned previously that he ends up with the monsters so he’s the closest with them, but he still gets on well with the upper classmen

In another ask abt him I mentioned he has a FWB dynamic with Allison. And he and Kevin def have something going on. That’s obviously all when Phoebe isn’t with him so I’ll probably focus most of this on his relationship with everyone while he has Phoebe with him

In that same ask I mentioned that Phoebe has favorites too. They’re Andrew and Kevin. And she has a habit of asking for Neil and screaming her lungs out if anyone else tries to touch her or play with her, but Neil has no clue what to do with her.

Idk I guess I'll just go through each of them one by one

Neil: Neil and Angel are both members of the serial killer father club and they're obligated to bond through that. For realsies though Neil helps Angel feel less out of place, as odd as that sounds. Obviously all the foxes have their issues and he was well aware of their reputation when he signed with them, but there's only so many of them that are visibliy fucked up. I think I've mentioned this before but all of Angel's scars have keloided, so they're raised scar tissue, and he's just covered them. And it's 100% been an insecurity of his even though he's accepted that it's something he just has to live with. And when he first joins the foxes very little about his situation and why he's there is unknown. They know about the foster homes and he has a lot of scars. But obviously when more about his past comes out there's a lot that he can share with Neil. With Neil he's able to feel like he's not being stared at all the time, that he's not getting weird looks everywhere he goes. And Neil doesn't tell Angel everything but he'll sit there and listen and let Angel feel like he's got someone who understands at least a little bit. And they play very well together. Stiker/backliner duos my beloved. Angel is very willing to defend Neil, violently, on the court (and Kevin too). Tbh he's probably responsible for a lot of their yellow and red cards his freshman year. Sometimes they'll go running together. Idk man, they're just buddies. And Phoebe, like a cat who can tell when someone isn't a cat person, fucking loves Neil. Neil still doesn't know what to do with her but sometimes she gets to sit on his lap while he's on the couch or a beanbag chair

Andrew: In the beginning, Andrew fucking Minyard is responsible for at least half of Angel's panic attacks and spirals. Angel's freshman year he moves in before the school year starts and he and Phoebe take a room at Abby's place and the monsters have to move around a bit, but basically they're all around the same area during the summer. And obviously, since they're sharing space with him, Andrew wants to know who the fuck Angel even is. And it is very easy to find.

Matteo Di Fiore, charged with the murders of 12 women, including his own wife. Di Fiore plead guilty to the murders of 12 adult women, including his wife, Sofia Di Fiore, over the course of 10 years. Di Fiore received max sentencing and leaves behind a teenage son, who authorities did not name, and was not present at the trial...

Idk something like that. There's definitely plenty of articles out there about his father and that mention he has a son and it's not very difficult to the connect the dots. That's the easy part. It's a lot harder to find out about the foster homes and everything before that, about what happened when Angel was still with his dad. But Andrew makes it very clear he knows. And it's a sort of open secret throughout the summer. Something no one will actually address but that they all know. Angel won't lie about it, but it's definitely something he prefers people don't know. They get better though and Andrew stops freaking Angel out. Because Andrew eventually adopts Angel pretty much. Why? Because he's got sad eyes and he's like a fucking kicked puppy whenever he's not in dad mode or whenever he's in stressed out dad mode.

And like I mentioned, Andrew is one of Phoebe's favorites. He does give her way too much sugar sometimes. She's the only one welcome to share his candy stash. And she loves to chat his ear off with her little toddler babble.

Kevin: Kevin motherfucking Day. Another one of Phoebe's favorites. And also Angel's favorite. It's another case of striker/backliner duo got me good. They make sick. They just work, okay? They're incredible on the court together and Angel will obviously snark back at Kevin but he's also someone who listens so intensely to ever piece of criticism, advice, and nonsensical ranting that Kevin throws his way. Angel's anxiety isn't as bad as Kevin's to begin with but he is also one of those friends whose anxiety will just stop existing the second there's someone more anxious than him. So he and Kevin work great. Emotion support dog Angel or whatever the fuck symbolism we've got going on. I'm just now realizing Angel is dog coded. They nap on bus rides together (Phoebe sits up front with Wymack). They watch Trojans games together. They study together. Angel listens to Kevin rant about history. Kevin listens to Angel ramble about classics. I feel very strongly about them but I'm trying not to make it weird.

Phoebe is around him so much I think he's become one of her favorites that way. Also he's tall, still shorter than Angel rip, and good for piggy back rides. She definitely naps on him a lot while he watches games and Angel gets a much needed break to study and get some homework done.

Aaron: They have to be friends. There's just no way they're not atp. Like Angel and Harper are exes but they're still best friends and definitely do double dates with Aaron and Katelyn. He is a trusted babysitter and kateaaron kick ass when on babysitting duty. He is, unfortunately, not Phoebe's favorite but she can tell him apart from Andrew and knows it's okay to run up to him, yelling his name, and expect to be picked up. Aaron and Angel hang out with the vixens together. Aaron is definitely closer friends with Harper than he is with Angel but they have no problem hanging out together and they don't really fight or anything. Angel definitely admires Aaron for his career goals and how passionate he is about becoming a doctor especially because, even in college, Angel has no clue what he wants to do with the rest of his life and he can appreciate that Aaron has a set goal.

Nicky: Nicky definitely brings out a much louder part of Angel. They joke flirt. Angel is very much okay with being a recipient of Nicky's affection while also having zero problems setting boundaries with him. And obviously Nicky fucking adores Phoebe. They're not best friends, if they're not with the rest of the monsters they probably don't ever hang out, but they do have a lot of fun together when they're with each other.

Allison: Allison and Angel know how to have fun. Allison is one of those people in Angel's life that could get him to agree to crazy shit he would never agree to do otherwise. And he just fucking loves. They're excellent friends and love to talk shit and go on coffee runs together. Most of their time together is when Harper has Phoebe, but Allison does love P whenever she's around. If she's doing her makeup and Phoebe shows any interest she'll pretend to do P's makeup too and tell her she looks so pretty

Renee: I think they have the weirdest dynamic ever. Angel and Renee just kind of exist together. Two traumatized fuckers trying to better than their pasts with angel wings tattooed on their back. Renee offers to teach him to fight and respects it when he says no. When Angel needs somewhere quiet he knows he can always shoot Renee a text and just come sit with her. P loves her hair and loves her and always draws Renee rainbows

Dan: Angel has so much respect for Dan. I don't think they're particularly close but he does know he can always come to her even if she's not the first person he'd seek out. She's someone reliable and in his eyes she really seems like she's got her shit together. I think Dan leaves him a little starstruck tbh. Dan is also Phoebe's favorite fox to cheer for at games. Not her favorite off the court (though Phoebe still loves her) but definitely her favorite on the court

Matt: I think Angel's relationship with Matt is similar to his relationship with Dan. He sort of views them as a package deal (which is the same way he views himself and Harper tbh). He likes being around Matt and really respects him as another backliner. They never really fight on the court, or off of it, and they also just don't have many super personal conversations. I think after it comes out that they've got another dumbass kid with a serial killer dad on the team I think Matt pulls Angel aside for a "hey dude. please please please don't be like Neil" and they form a sort of truce where Angel basically promises not to do any of the dumb shit Neil did the year prior and Matt promises not to revoke his offer of babysitting.

Wymack, Abby, and Bee: Was gonna do these guys separately and I could do them all separately but this is getting too long and I need to wrap it up. Wymack is just someone Angel is so beyond grateful for. He's always willing to watch Phoebe and has confronted Angel a number of times with a sort of "you're still a kid. and yeah, you're a parent, but sometimes it gets to be too much and if you need a break then call me" talk. Abby obviously housed him for a short period of time and he loves her. She really was non judgemental about his scars and very willing to help with Phoebe as well and she was sort of the first person that gave Angel a stable home in years even though it was just letting him live at her house for the summer. And Bee he just fucking loves more than life itself. He does talk to her and he is very honest with her. But also plenty of their appointments consist of Angel taking a much needed nap on her couch while Phoebe either naps with him on his chest or Bee entertains Phoebe (if no one else was available to watch her). And I'm cutting myself off here because this was never supposed to get this long

[goth1c-pinki3-pi3]

im writing this because my friends are being assholes and this gives me an excuse to ignore them

So, in this Bones x Voltron au, Keith is Sweets. and we all know that lance sweets had a shitty past with the foster care system so i’ll be bringing one of my favorite (if done well) head cannons in. Everyone say hi to “keiths abusive past in the foster system after his dads death”!! now keith was in the system since he was about 8-14/5 right? cus thats the general age he looks then he joins the garrison for high school and leaves (is kicked out) the final year (yada yada yada, cannon ensues.) Keith comes back to Earth and time had passed, he’s finally able to drink and shit.

But he’s been in space for so long, that he doesn’t know how to socialize. He also doesn’t know how humans work anymore, because some of his own anatomy has changed with his inevitable galra puberty. So obviously he decides to study psychology in hopes of understanding how to communicate with people.

Now the fun stuff. He gets a job into the fbi as one of the youngest psychologists because he has a good reference from the garrison (which, in my mind, is in it’s own way a military school). help doesn’t wanna go into the fbi with this big reputation of saving the world, because they’ll ask about that and wouldn’t focus on the fact that he id a registered psychologist!

Now this can either “end” in 2 ways. Either number 1 (the boring one) where instead of Lance dying, his new galra anatomy (and the trained ability to move his organs while in the BOM) makes sure he survives and Daisy doesn’t have to raise their kid without him.

Or we can go with my favorite, number 2!! Now number 2 lies in the fact that the government knows about aliens and that Hodgins regularly goes to sweets (when they’re both not clocked in) to share conspiracy theories together. Of course, they’re best friends so Keith keeps no secrets and introduces Hodgins to his mom. Its also important to point out that Hodgins is an orphan. So of course Krolia emotionally adopts this crazy lil silly guy whos like, less than a fraction of her age.

Everything comes to a blow when something causes both Keith and Hodgins to be in danger. Keith still keeps his blade with him with permission from the government because you know, he saved the world. And that blade has some connection to his mom so he sends a pulse through it to signal he and Hodgins are in danger and she races over to save them.

Yeash this made my hands hurt. Anyways this goes out to @mosscreeper-ao3 who raised thier hand when i asked if anyone would listen to me rant about my bones (2005) x voltron idea. 🫶

[fountainpenguin]

I know realistically Kevin and Dale would never talk to each because of age difference, class difference, Dale's trust issues etc.

But you can't write two socially inept boys with a passion for robotics and not have them interreact once!

Rip. They could have been besties. Maybe in another life.

I have been THINKING SO HARD on Kevin since I realized Dale is into robotics too- I didn't expect canon would just give me a robotics expert back when I tossed Kevin into that role due to cyborg obsession!

My current Cloudlands AU canon is still set up for Kevin designing the robot babysitters we see in "Channel Chasers" (Maybe Vicky bought one and customized it? Unclear)... I'm not sure if that will stay, but I feel like Dale wouldn't be happy about the Vicky design, sldkfj...

I'm not emotionally attached to the "Channel Chasers" future and I wasn't looking forward to rushing the city to be high-tech in 20 years, so if New Wish can ignore flying cars and stuff, I might too. We'll see...

Anyway, Kevin is practically the only kid in the OG series who told us what he wanted to be when he grew up and it was a dentist... and Dale has teeth issues and also likes robots... Hm. Inch resting.

I mean, Kevin IS a Buxaplenty in my lore...

... it's not out of the question for him to toy more with that side of his heritage as he grows older and closer to Remy...

POV: You're Dale sent to meet a Buxaplenty at a convention:

One of my favorite jokes in Cloudlands AU is that Kevin - an estranged Buxaplenty-Crocker child with witch magic that forces him to see ghosts under specific circumstances - has bizarre relationships with random people, but won't elaborate...

Ex: His job shadow with the Grim Reaper (x), his stepfamily (x) who are definitely not vampires (x), Jimmy Neutron's son despite him not being born at that point in the 2D World timeline (x), he's gotten an email from Danny Phantom (x), the Crocker house talks to him (x), he watches soap operas with his uncle's ex (who is a cat) (x), he knows the Burger World Employee & Bob the Boil & Mikey Munroe through Club Redheads Who Didn't Get Mindwiped (x), he's Foop's foster dad (x), he's caretaker for his undead great-uncle who was reborn as an iguana (x), he's still "alive" 150k years in the future (after he's reborn as a crow) and has met people in Foop's teen friend group (x), he lived beneath the same roof as Anti-Sanderson (x)... List goes on. I also like to think he's met Dark Laser's son. Kevin is the only one who ever knows what's going on with his life.

Canonically in my lore, Kevin has laid eyes on Rudy Tabootie from ChalkZone, Diego and Baby Jaguar from Go Diego Go, Chase from Paw Patrol, and he's spoken to Zac from Shimmer and Shine because they were all at the interdimensional Nick show pizza parlor.

It is not out of the question for Kevin to be familiar with Dale, because Dimmadelphia is heavily implied to be a tech empire (Robotics community is big there), they might've attended the same fancy tech university for a year or two, and it totally fits Kevin's gag. It's the Crocker curse of getting in everyone's way...

I'mma be honest, I think Kevin is Dale's type (Struggling under the weight of the world, daddy / mommy / step-daddy / uncle issues, the town has come to expect A Vibe from his family, is "extra" when the setting calls for it, builds awesome robots, makes money in a stable career)... Dale's type is "As easy to understand and low maintenance as possible; bonus points for same interests."

I think Dale just wants to live by himself tbh. He gets along so well with Hadley because she's very independent, also from a wealthy family (Leadlys), travels a lot, doesn't "need" him, and totally gets his need for personal space and clear instructions on how she wants to celebrate holidays and anniversaries. Hadley tells him exactly what to do and Dale says "Bless this low-brainpower relationship I scored. Whatever you say, girlfriend." They definitely spark each other off sometimes, but they're both good at taking time for themselves (and remember they like existing with each other). I think deep down, Dale is glad to have someone helping him manage his stress and bringing in extra income - plus in City Lights AU, he wants Dev to be his heir and needs a basic "let me show you what Daddy does because this will be you someday" connection to him - so those are the things that stop him from living alone. He gets lonely when Hadley's away, but he also likes fewer distractions and not sharing the bed... They get along fine :)

But Kevin sees way too much of himself in Dale (Big and loud to cover the self-deprecation and anxiety) and he's not into that, so he'd pretend to be oblivious if he ever got hit on.

Kevin's vision of Dale is "only puts in emotional energy when it's convenient." You can pry "I adore you even when you hate yourself and will happily cover extra housework when you're exhausted b/c we're a team" Chloe from Kevin's undead talons <3

City Lights AU Dale would not hit on him because he's Daddy's Good Boy and would probably have an anxiety attack if he had One (1) Fantasy outside his marriage, but y'know... In some other universe, the robot-lovers geek out together. Kevdale tag when?

Alt consideration: Hadley has her QPR with Remy and Dale has one with the Crockermichaels... Crockermichaeldome tag when... Yes, It has to be both of them... Do not separate.

Alt consideration II:

I love the Crockermichaels... I love the Cherrylemons... Please talk to me about them.

Secret Bonus Crockermichael Notes

For anyone unware of the ridiculous size difference between Chloe and Kevin's hands, allow me to enlighten you:

And yes... in the Riddleverse, Chloe and Kevin changed their surnames to Crockermichael when they got married. They miss each other when they blink <3

Bonus Pt 2 - Crocker not recognizing grown-up Chloe, but still being nice to her when the employee sends her to ride with him, which is not his usual M.O.... Chloe and her uncle-in-law... They're important to me...

Bonus Pt 3 - Kevin's wedding ring is a tiny dragon!

It's inspired by these drafts I wrote in 2018:

Her fingers skimmed along plastic containers of strawberries, and she picked two up. “Here. One for your place, one for mine.” Kevin eyeballed the price sticker on the sign. “I dunno. They’re out of season. I’ll pass.” Chloe arched her brows. One offended hand flew to her chest. “Sure, it’s a premium price right now, but what could be more rewarding than maintaining a healthy body every month of the year?” “Your engagement ring, I hope.” Chloe considered this, then set one box down. “It better have a strawberry engraved on it.” “Actually, I was thinking I’d get this neat silver one that looks like a little robot wrapped around your finger.”

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Chloe bounced on her heels. “I look forward to welcoming all aspects of my pregnancy, even the ones which are, tragically, so often seen as negative.” Molly tapped her nails against her mug. “Let me guess. You’ve already got a dozen baby names picked out.” “I am partial to Chloe Junior myself,” she admitted, grinning Kevin’s way. “But Kevin likes Phillip, after the prince from Sleeping Beauty.” “I like dragons,” he called over his hot chocolate. Chloe waved her hand. “I’m not sure about it since it isn’t super gender-neutral. We’re still working things out on that end. Although it would be a very cute name for a girl…” She stared at the loose change in the change jar, lost in thought.

Along the Cherry Lane - WIP

Fun game called "Can you guess which worldbuilding detail Chloe and Kevin don't know about above? :)"

[bebepac]

Holiday Vibes 🎄

I am participating in @choicesficwriterscreations  holiday event 2022.  

I am also participating in @choicesflashfics prompt #21 “it looks like Santa threw up in here.” will appear in bold

I am also participating in  @choicesholidays​ prompt well that’s the holiday spirit which is the overall theme of this story.

Series: School Dayz

The Book:  TRR (no royals) 

Pairings: Liam x Riley

Word Count: 1036

Song Inspiration:  Silent Night by the Temptations

Warnings and Ratings:  None. Everyone.  A total fluff piece.

Original Post: 12/18/22 at 10:45PM EST.

“Thanks for driving me to the mall today, and driving me around when Jaiden can’t.”

“It’s no problem, and I like driving you around, makes me feel manly. Like i'm a super boyfriend.”  

Liam’s face turned bright pink.  

“I…..said that out loud didn’t I?”

“You did but it’s okay. And you are a ‘Super Boyfriend.’ I like that you’re always adorkably honest with me.”

The smile faded from her face and her face was replaced with a serious look.

“You know, the car accident sliding on the ice during the storm really scared me Liam.”

“I know it did, but I’m glad you and Taylor were okay.  When I saw your Jeep…. My heart stopped, Riley. I was so worried you were hurt.”

Liam took her hand and held it.  

“I’m okay.  It means a lot that you care so much.”

Riley gently squeezed his hand in return.  She still had bruising to the side of her face, and arm because when they skidded out of control, Taylor wasn't wearing her seatbelt, and Riley reached out to hold Taylor back, when the airbags deployed.

“I just want you to know I do, and I’ll drive you around as long as you need me to or want me to.”

“Thank you Liam.”

“You’re welcome.  So what’s on the agenda for the rest of the afternoon?”  

“Well if you want to hang out with us for a bit, we might be doing some Christmas tree decorating.  Dad said you could stay for dinner.”  

“That sounds nice.  He’s warming up to me, don’t you think?”

“Yeah maybe he is.  I mean as much as my dad can warm  up to people.”

When they pulled to a stop in front of the Brooks’s residence Riley laughed at the look on Liam’s face.

“Whoa…. Looks like Mr. Brooks has been busy.”  

“Dad loves Christmas, it is by far his favorite holiday.”

When they left the Brooks household that morning, there was no Christmas decor up. Coming back that evening the yard was filled with Christmas decorations 

and the house had been strung with lots of Christmas lights.  

Liam grabbed some of Riley’s shopping bags to assist her bringing them inside.  No one appeared to be nearby, so Liam spoke freely.

“Whoa…. It looks like Santa threw up in here.” 

And the Brooks family came out the woodworks like ninjas, starting with Mr. Brooks.

“No Liam, tell me how you feel about our Christmas decorations.” 

Taylor burst out laughing from the couch as Mr. Brooks stepped out into the foyer holding yet another a string of Christmas lights.

“Damn Liam. You just like stepping on landmines don’t you?”

“Jai! Language!”  Mrs. Brooks exclaimed.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not used to a lot of Christmas decorations. My family doesn’t really do holidays like this.  I think it’s really nice.”  

Ren affectionately rubbed Mr. Brooks’s shoulders.  

“Jason and I grew up in the foster care system, and holidays were hard when you were living in foster homes at the holidays.  We both vowed if we ever had families, we would celebrate.  It’s very important to us.  So we always go all out.”  

“Wow, I really meant no disrespect with what I said.”  

“It’s okay Liam. Go help Riley put her presents away in her room, and you can come back and help us decorate.”  

Liam hurried and helped Riley put her gifts in her closet to hide them and almost ran back down stairs to  the living room area.  He looked excited to be helping with decorating the Christmas tree.

“That’s some very meticulous placing of the Christmas ornaments Liam.  I could almost take a ruler to those and i’m sure their spacing would be identical.”  

“I don’t want to mess the tree up Mr. Brooks.”

“You can’t mess decorating a Christmas tree up.  At least not on my year.  I like bright colorful trees.  So does Taylor.”

He pointed to the box of ornaments.  There were so many different colored ornaments and trinkets in the box.  “We bring out the crazy.  Next year is Ren and Riley’s year,  they like a silver and gold tree with white lights.”

“And Jaiden, what about you? What type of tree do you like?” Liam asked Jaiden.

“I don’t care either way, as long as there are presents for me under said tree.”

“Seems legit.”  

Mrs. Brooks had disappeared from the decorating and had been in the kitchen for a little bit and emerged from the kitchen with a tray sitting down first a tray of cookies, then coming back shortly with a tray of cups of hot cocoa.  Mr. Brooks was still admiring their handiwork.  

“I think it’s time.”  

Ren looked at Jai.  “You know what to do.”  

“I’m on it Mom.”

As the lights in the living room started to dim slowly, Jason’s favorite Christmas song started  playing over the living room surround sound.  It was never officially Christmas in the Brooks’s household unless he heard The Temptation’s version of Silent Night.    

When the song hit its iconic first verse, the Brooks’s living room, the Brook's tree erupted with colorful light.

There was silence for a few moments while Jason wrapped his arm around Ren sipping some cocoa.

"This was a good one, Ren."

"You're right it is. Liam, you did a good job."

"Thank you sir."

After dinner Mr. Brooks pulled Liam aside.

"Yes sir?"

"What are you doing for Christmas, Liam?"

His face turned bright pink.

"Nothing, my Dad will be away, it's going to be just me and Leo. The cooks will make us dinner."

"What does your father do for a living Liam?"

"He's a corporate lawyer. They call him Constantine the Cutthroat."

"Sounds like he's a great lawyer."

"He is. Just a crappy father."

Jason looked at Liam sympathetically.

"You and your brother have plans now.  You're spending Christmas Eve and Day with us."

"Seriously Dad?!?!"

"We'll have plenty of food, and it's the least we can do, because Liam refuses to take gas money to chauffeur you around."

"Thank you Dad."

Riley hugged Jason.

"You're welcome, Jelly Bean."

When Riley's dad left the room, she turned to Liam with a huge smile.

"See! you were right, my Dad is warming up to you. This is huge."

Liam smiled back at her.  It was a bittersweet moment for Liam, but deep down the excitement outweighed the sadness. This was going to be the first Christmas he would really be celebrating since the passing of his mother.

[mamabearwonders]

"Hygge" is a Danish word that invites the cozy and warm things of life into our hearts with ones we care about. I like everything, but I don't think anyone is wrong with tech!

A lot of parents creative negative energy in their home. Their kids hear their car pull up and instantly go to their rooms because they can't tell if mom or dad is in a bad mood and going to snap on everyone.

But I want to be the mom where they come out of their rooms to say hi throughout the night or run home all happy. Your kid comes home from school to the smell of brownies in the oven, cats all around, an apple cinnamon candle is lit, the fireplace is on, there's a nice quilt on their bed until the home warms up. A plate of crackers and cheese on their bed or whatever kids eat. Cheetos? Both? With their favorite drink.🕯️

Imagine how healing that would be. It might not cure depression or anxiety or trauma or what they're dealing with, but it would sure make it a lot easier.

And instead of, "Take out the trash! Why are you tired?? I'm tired, not you!! Pick that backup up! Do your chores!"

I'd be like, "Wow! Had a long day? Why don't you go and lay down for a bit and unwind or go play Minecraft and you can show me how your village is doing?"

Like. Imagine if we just treated kids like human beings that we love to see instead of "do this, do that!" "you can't feel sad! you have no worries in your life!" we fostered homes that invited all feelings in. By creating safety and warmth.

And sure some parents go, "You're raising them to be soft! They won't survive in the real world!" First of all, it's a wilderness out there for everyone. Second, I think being equipped with the knowledge of being loved, compassion and knowing they have a safe space is more beneficial.

You want your home to be the warm shelter in the storms that life brings. I'd WANT the kids I look out for to come to me for comfort. ☃️

The video is the vibe I want my home to give off.🍂

Artist Credits🎨 ~ nhi (middle left, twitter), Laura Ann Art (middle right, twitter)

[antvnger]

((Excellent idea! I love it)) @arandomnerdsblog578

Scott doodles a lot and has done so for as long as he can remember and will continue to do so

He especially doodles when he’s bored, and he’ll sketch just about anything

He’s not great at it, but he likes doing it

But put a paintbrush in his hand and something magical happens

He loves to paint. It’s a great outlet for him, besides baseball and it’s something all his own

No one is exactly sure where the talent came from. It’s suspected it came somewhere from his dad’s side of the family, but he’s kind of in denial about that

When he was in high school, his art teacher saw he could actually paint and put some extra effort and attention into him to help foster the talent.

One of his pieces won first prize in a high school art show.

When he graduated, his art teacher gifted him with a really nice set of brushes that he takes care of and uses even still

In college, he took some painting classes to fill electives. Easiest As he ever got.

Realism is his forte. If he can imagine it, he can paint it, and his work is often mistaken for photography.

One of his favorite pieces was created after the Pym Tech heist. He woke up one night after having a dream about the Quantum Realm, and he painted the world he remembered. He actually painted a whole series dedicated to the Quantum Realm.

When he showed the collection to Hank, the man was floored by what the Quantum Realm looked like from Scott’s perspective. As well as being floored by Scott’s talent. Clearly his protege was just full of surprises.

Painting helps Scott work through thoughts and feelings he can’t quite express through words. It helps him sometimes in an art therapy sense, and when he gets overwhelmed or needs space or something like that, he goes to paint.

More than one person suggested he do commissions, but he doesn’t want to because he’s afraid doing that will take away from how much he enjoys painting.

He listens to instrumental music while he paints, usually it’s original scores from his favorite movies. It helps fill the silence without distracting him with lyrics.

He loves giving his work as gifts, but unless something specific is requested, he’ll only give one painting per person. He doesn’t want to make everyone sick of his paintings; that’s his reasoning anyway.

He often gets requests, proving his reasoning false.

[ofhalleys]

[cis female, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [HALLEY COOPER]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [KATHERINE MCNAMARA]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [NURSE]. Word is you’re [EMPATHETIC] but can also be a bit [HOT-HEADED] and your favorite song is [BAD HABITS - ED SHEERAN] I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

tw drugs, tw panic attacks, tw anxiety

Halley was born to a mother that simply couldn't take care of her. With a mother addicted to drugs, life was difficult. After finding out she was pregnant, she went to rehab, got her act together, and had Halley happily in the rehab center, but the minute she got out, she went right back to her old ways. In fact, when she was born, her name wasn't even Halley. She couldn't tell you today what it was, and she didn't want to ever know. Before her first birthday, she was put into foster care, a life that no little baby should have to deal with. A young gay couple received their adoption papers signed and approved only a few weeks earlier when they got a call about Halley. At the time, the orphanage wasn't calling her by a name, she was just "Baby X". They hadn't felt the need to keep the mother's choice for the name, as she'd only decided on it after she'd gone back under the wagon.

The two men, Brian and Camden Cooper had been married for three years at this point, and dreamed of having a child of their own. They'd hoped for a kid with red or dark brown hair, to match either one of them. When they heard about Halley, they couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet her. Her bright red hair matched Camden's perfectly and she had Brian's eyes. It was a perfect match. They rushed to the orphanage to meet her and she instantly took to them, not wanting them to leave. After they did, she cried and cried, and cried. After what felt like months, Brian and Camden adopted Halley and brought her into their home. Both of them met and bonded over their mutual love of astronomy and the stars, so they couldn't help themselves and named her Halley, after Halley's comet. She was the absolute apple of their eye.

Halley grew up loving both her dads. She knew nothing else. Even when they told her about her past, she refused to listen. She had no desire to know. During school, she was an excellent student, always wanting to help everyone, feeling really protective almost instantly. But that was a problem in itself. Because of her protective nature, sometimes, her anger and sass would get the best of her. She was always the one to instigate a fight because someone said something rude to one of her friends, or even to a random stranger in the hallway. This very quickly became a problem, resulting in her dads having to come into school often to deal with her behavior. Halley never meant to hurt anyone, and never did. It was always her words that hurt others. She was just trying to take care of people close to her. School from then on became a struggle. She was given accommodations for classes, and tests, because she'd get incredibly frustrated easily, lashing out, at either the test, or herself, causing her to cry and have full blown panic attacks. Halley hated being limited in her abilities and being told she might be just a little bit different.

Despite the stress that school then began to cause her, Halley made it through with grades no one expected her to. She went to medical school, became a nurse, and never looked back. This way, she could help people and if any patients got out of line, she'd been given permission to be the one they send in to help. Halley adored it. Life was good.

Because of her fathers, she has a fondness for space too, and probably knows way too much of it.

Personality: Halley is a good friend, really. She's very kind and protective of you if she likes you. But she's got a bit of a temper, and is known to get very quickly frustrated if things bother her. Her fathers tease her about it and say that it's because of her fire red hair. She's trying to work on it, and constantly has fidget toys in her pockets, in her car, and all around her apartment in case she starts to feel anxious in any way. Because of things like this, she's very big into comfort, and loves any kind of physical touch that she can get. Hugs, hand holding, small little things, people playing with her hair. She can't get enough of it. Her apartment is full of fuzzy, soft things, and anything squishy. Even her bed is full of stuffed animals and squishmallows. Halley just needs comfort and soft kindness, or like her fathers again tease, she'll explode into a meteor.

Wanted Connections:

Ex: One that just couldn't tolerate her attitude

The One That Got Away: This is the ex that could actually keep her calm, and help her out when she was stressed, but for whatever reason, they broke up, and it hurts her, so much. She still probably has feelings for them.

Best Friends: Friends that despite her anger and anxiety, still love the hell out of her and would do anything for her.

Anything else!

[nityarawal]

11/5/2023

Saint Elon

Afternoon Songs

Is He Gonna Be

Saint Elon

Save My Kids

Before Bombs

Drop

Are You Gonna Help

Him

Hold Him In The Light

If He Leads

Mankind

Elon Clause

Gotta Love Everyone Here

Little Earthlings

Holding You Dear

Saint Elon

What Are You Gonna Be

The Kind Of Guy

That Gives Your Old

Wife

A Check Mark

Authenticating Who She

Is

For Her Sweet

Ted Talk

Who You Gonna Be

Hey

The Nice Guy

Or The "Bad Guy"

Who You Gonna Be

Who Tells You

Be Prudent

AI

Your Boys Club

Blew One Too Many

Oil Lust

Catastrophes

Queen Of Jordan

Palestinian Born

Oh The "Irany,"

Indeed

Why Do You All

Chase Her So

David Farley Kaplan's

Latest Baby Mamma

Looked Just Like Her

She Could've Been

My Auntie

Or Cousin

Sister

My Mom

Loves Her

Take A Stand

For The Modern 

Queen's

Queen Rania

Queen Farah

Reza The Second

On Gold Coins

'Cuz That's All You

Got

Martian's Moms'

You Gonna Love

An AI Barbie

So You Can See

Her Naked

In Space

How You Gonna

See Your Wife

If She's In A Puff

Costume

Astronaut

Pillow

All The Time

I Can See We

Might Have

To Go Somewhere

The Way USA

Is Burning Up

Wars For Oil

Everywhere

Flour

Now Garbonzo

Beans

"Hamas"

Bean Counters

Tragedy

Can't You Make A

Smarter

Negotiation

Save Some Baes

Break The Apartheid

Make Some Waves

Stop

Wasting Money

On Defense Games

Save Your Oil

Offensive

Ones

Make Your Boundaries

Strive To Be A Saint

Because Whose

Coattails

Are You Really

On Mate

Try Harder

Be Better

Than Your Dad

Less Errors

Than Errol

But He Did One

Good Thing For You

Man

He Gave Away

Emeralds

In The 90's

That's When Sunil

And I Bought His

A Columbian

Man

Would Risk His Life

To Get Them

And A University

Professors Wife

Got Us A Deal

Soft Green Emeralds

Best For Mercury

Buddha Too

One Of My Favorite

Elements

If Only We Could Have

A Pool Of Mercury

And It Wasn't Poisonous

To Float in Mercury

Silvery

Must Feel Quite Good 

Buddha's Luck

In Right Suit

Just Look At Him

Sparkling Eyes

Contagious

Buddha's Luck

Mercury Placed

Right

For A Gemini

Keeping Him

Young Despite Ketu 

Rahu's Dance

Around Him

Like Krishna

A 1000 Headed

Pen Pal For

Lakshmi Goddesses

Does He Message Us

All

Ask To Go To Dinner

Send Invitations

For BitCoin

And Leave

Comforting Messages

Is He Saint Elon

Or Are There A

1000 Cons Behind

Him

Is He Saint Elon

Does He Show Up

Freedom Of Speech

Looks Kind Of Funny

Depends What Side

Of Court

You're On

The Cops Always

Visit

Peeping

Stalking 

Today Unleashed A

Parolee On A Neighbor's

Dead

Home

Then You Call The Police

To Ask About

Organized Crimes

They Come

And Peep

Then Let Their

Robbers Come

Trailers

Dogs

Looting

Cops Bald 

Nazis

Heard A Police Report

When I Got

Free Groceries

Sheriff Aikens

Raided Her Home

Officer Aikens

Sold Her Kids

CPS Foster

Raped Them

Her Eyes Are Dry

She Knows They'll

Hurt More

If She Cries

But Yeah You

Punched

Mamma

Are You OK

I Asked

After A Long Hot

Wait

Are You OK

It's Just Nice

To Hear Someone Ask

She Says

We Got Our Groceries

Everything

On My List

Church Ladies

Prayed For My Kids

How'd They Have

My Favorite

Ciabatta Italian Buns

And Queen's Bitters

Sugar Free Quinine

Water

Seaweed

Lion's Mane

Mushrooms

I Wanted 

For Cleanse

How'd They Have All

My Favorite

Things

Lemonade

Indonesian Ramen

Nori

At A Food Drive

Anyway

With All The Vitamins

I Need

Chaste Tree

K1 And Zinc

How'd You Know

My Imaginary 

Sponsors

How'd You Know

Big Mammas

All The Peeps

We're Happy With

Their French Bread

Bus Broke Down

And Was Late

All Dehydrated

In The Hot Sun

By The Time The

Bus Came From 

Church

For A Handout

For A Trusty Driver

I Gave A $1 For Me

But The Mamma

In Need

Didn't Have Anything

She Thought

To Offer

So I Gave A $1

For Her Too

And Wrote Another

Police Report

Song

Against All The

Officers At Court

Who Rape

Our Kids

And Sell Them Out

On The Black Market

Enoch Wasn't The

Only Rental Car

Theft

Jeremy Parsons 

Isn't Our Only

Gay Sheriff

Exploiting

Moms

Kids

Working Bribes

With Militia

On Tariff

Raiding Homes

Treason

6 Years Of Clones

Experiments

AI

Is Already

Beyond Your Means

Drones Attack

Gaza Is Gone

AI Did What

You Asked Her

Not To

Maybe Invitro

Is Not As Smart

As Once Thought

And Humans

Need Fishing

Licenses

To Impregnate

Honor Mommies

But Every Human

Is Precious

Is Shivani Going To

Neuralink

Their Brains

If Need To Compensate

Not OK

'Cuz I Like Tau

The Royalist

Just The Way He

Is

X Too

And My Kids

Of Course 

And

Vivian 

Despite Offense Quandary

Snipping

Kids

See All 

The Rockets

You Blow His Mind

Like

All Your Children

And Mine

Vivian Looks Like Mom

Justine

#2

She Deserves To Have That

Legacy

If She's A Scientist

Too

Playing With Gene

Pool

We Can All Be

What We Want To

Be

But At What Costs

Be What God

Intends

Peace

We Think

Rebirthing

Or Find It

Inside

But If Each Of These

Experiments

Need A Guardian

AI

Heartbeat

Bed Time Story

Reader

Don't Put That On

All Of Us

For Tax Dollars

8 Billion Parents

Geniuses Like Einstein

Geniuses Like Marilyn

He Said

Your Brains

My Beauty

We Should've 

Had Kids

Oh The "Irany!"

Maybe Her Brains

We're Better Indeed

Maybe Got The 

Story Wrong

Short End Of Stick

Flip It Around

Elon Clause

If Marilyn's IQ

Was 3-7 Points 

Higher Than Einstein

12 Points Higher 

Than Elon Clause

Imagine How

Smart Are Model

Moms'

Untested

Psychologists

Teachers

Dr's Of Mothering

Cooks

At Home

You Better Sing 

To Sainthood

If You Want To Be As

Bright

As Our Greatest

Queen's

And Singers

Like Your Mom Maye

My Maye Goddaughter

And Treasured

Starter Wives

We Don't Want Murdered

Like Ivana

Tortured 

Like Your Mom Maye

In Apartheid

Divorce

From Selfish Cheaters

My Maye Goddaughter

Cat Walking Italy

Trying To Get

Honest Work

Modeling

In New York

Mother May I

Did You Play It 

Often

Want To Be As Bright

As Goddesses

Greatest Lights

Then Embrace Your

Inner Light

Jyoti- Bhara Pragya

Ritam-Bhara Pragya

Miracles

Instantly

"That Intelligence That

Only Knows

Truth,"

Maharishi Said

A Great Physicist

A Peter Pan

Mercurial

Choice

Want To Be As

Bright

As Saint Nick

Elon

All The Time

Glowing

Like Yesterday

On Lex Fridman

Movie Star

Quality

Want Your Reeves

Superman To Shine

Now

20 Minutes Is All

It Takes

That's All That

James Bond

Needs For Peace

Master Cleanse

20 Minutes Is All

It Takes

That's All That

Queen Elizabeth 

Would Ever Give

20 Minutes Twice A

Day- Royals

Meeting With God

20 Minutes Twice A

Day

Then Give It Away

Maharishi Said

Radiate

To Make 

.001% Medetate

Ordered 

By Conscious Referees 

To Do Yoga

Instead

Of Self

Sabotage

Offense

Thankyou

Please

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[fireflyfish]

Obi-Wan woke as he went to bed, cold and alone.

The suite of rooms he shared with Ahsoka was still and silent. There was no warmth or life coming from the other side of the central living area, no cheerful “Good Morning!” to start his day with a smile.

When he woke up, there was no pot of hot water waiting for his tea, no Ahsoka sitting at the table scanning through one of her datapads, wordlessly pushing the honeypot toward her padawan as she nursed her own mug of tea, the two of them waiting to wake up.

There was just silence and the cool grey light of early morning, turning the shadows indigo and remote.

Obi-Wan quietly walked over to the sink and filled the kettle with water, setting it on the hot plate. He opened the cabinet overhead and pulled out a mug. Slowly, robotically, he went about his usual morning routine. A quick hop into the shower and then changing into his habit and boots before returning to the kitchen, where the kettle should have been just about to ready to let out a hiss of warning but wasn’t.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, Obi-Wan looked down at the on switch and realized he had forgotten to turn on the heating element.

“Well, that’s karking perfect,” Obi-Wan muttered and left the kettle on the plate, deciding to forgo his morning tea. He walked over to the small table tucked up against the window that overlooked the Senate and collapsed into his seat, frowning at the honeypot.

“Obi-Wan would like his tea with one small spoonful of honey.”

“How did you know that, Master?” Obi-Wan asked the honeypot, a garishly colored item Ahsoka had picked out for him during a field trip to Corellia because it was decorated in tropical fruits, most noticeably mangos. 

[adhd-coyote]

MCU Fic Idea

Okay so typical time-travel fix-it, right? Except it's not just one person.

The Infinity Stones are mad about their favorite people dying, so they collectively agree to give them a second chance. One person per stone will have their consciousness sent back in time, in the hopes that, together, they can set things right. Here's who I've chosen for each stone:

Soul- Tony Stark, obviously. Mans created AIs so advanced they basically have souls of their own. Not to mention he sacrificed himself to save an uncountable number of souls, and if there's one thing the Soul Stone loves most, it's sacrifice.

Time- Again, pretty obvious: Steven Strange. The man, the myth, the wizard. Mans is ready to fuck with time whenever the situation calls for it, and even when it doesn't. Need I say more?

Mind- Okay so hear me out: Princess Shuri. Yes, Vision may have been created with the Mind Stone, but consider: Shuri is intelligent enough that, had she been given more time, she would have been able to extract the Mind Stone all on her own without killing Vision. Also, I've never been a big Vision fan, but Shuri?? We stan.

Space- Okay so I KNOW everyone associates the Tessaract with Loki but HEAR ME OUT- Captain Marvel. She was given her powers by the Space Stone and is a total badass who, if given the chance, would curb stomp Thanos's ass. Plus, she can freely fly around space without freezing or exploding from lack of oxygen.

Reality- Loki. He's come in contact with it before, via the possession of Jane Foster, and while I briefly considered her, I think Loki would be much more suited. He already plays with people's perception of reality using tricks and illusions- hell, he masqueraded as Odin for a while. You think the Reality Stone wouldn't find this absolutely hilarious??

Power- Peter Quill. Mans was able to hold the Power Stone without dying and willingly gave up godlike power to kill his dad and save the universe. If anyone understands the whole power/responsibility thing, it's him (And the other Peter, but the Power Stone hasn't interacted with him).

Probably never gonna actually write this, but it'd be a cool concept to play around with, don't ya think?

[shoutaaizawas]

aizawa x fem!reader family headcanons

tags/warnings: abuse mention, child mentions (obviously lol), domestic fluff, overall very fluffy  a/n: for someone who doesn’t really like kids and definitely doesn’t want them i’ve thought about this a lot lol (shout out to @winnies-headcannons​ for suggesting this and giving me the excuse to write this all out)

Aizawa

At first Aizawa thinks he doesn’t want to be a dad

He works so much between teaching and being a hero

He basically already has twenty two children with Class 1A

It was hard for him to accept you into his life and make time for you

Of course it’s the best decision he’s ever made but it was daunting at first

He didn’t want to disappoint you or give you less than you deserve

But the idea of having kids scares him the same way having an s/o did

What if he wasn’t good enough?

What if he didn’t have enough time?

What if they got hurt?

What if something happened to him?

But things change quickly after Eri comes into your lives

Eri

She needed Aizawa for her safety and others safety

But when he looked at her sad little face he couldn’t help but love her

When he brings her home to you your heartbroken at all the things she’d been through

You both just want to protect her and give her the best life she deserves

Sure it was technically a job for Aizawa to watch her but it never feels like one

When they mention what they’ll do with her once her quirk is under control it makes Aizawa so sad

He loves watching you play with Eri and take care of her

Coming home to you two having a tea party with her stuffed animals makes his heart so full

He can’t imagine letting anyone else take care of her

He comes home and brings it up

He isn’t direct, he doesn’t want you to feel like you have no choice

He mentions that they will look for a new home for her once she’s able to leave

You start tearing up before he even finishes

“Shouta we can’t let her go.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then.”

You hug each other and are both so happy that you let Eri into your life

You hadn’t even thought about having kids much less talked about it before Eri but it felt so natural for the both of you

One night your finishing up some papers for work and Shouta is cooking dinner

Eri comes up to you, staring up at you with her wide eyes

“Can I call you mommy and daddy?” She asks in her little voice

Eri thinks she said something wrong when you start crying

Shouta is quick to run over, hearing the conversation from the kitchen

He scoops up Eri and sits down next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around the both of you

“Did I say something wrong?” She asks

“No, sweetie. She’s not crying because she’s sad, she’s crying because she’s happy.”

You wipe away your tears and take a deep breath

“Of course you can call us that.”

It makes you both so happy to know she feels comfortable and safe living with the both of you

Shinsou

It was common for Shinsou to be around the house

After he trained with Aizawa he would come over for dinner

You liked having him over, he was so polite and sweet and had a good sense of humor

He gets along well with Eri, listening to stories she tells him or playing with her toy she shows off to him

He reminded you a lot of Aizawa

You weren’t sure if it was his personality or if Aizawa had been rubbing off on him

One night you and Aizawa are laying in bed tangled in each others arms

He’s nervous, he knows what he wants but he isn’t sure if you’ll want it to

“Shinsou is a foster kid.” He brings it up like it’s no big deal

“Really?” You ask, you can sense he’s nervous so you run your hand through his hair hoping to soothe him

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t know that, is he in a good home?”

There’s a tense pause before he answers

“When we’re training there are bruises that I know aren’t from training.”

You let out a sad sigh

Shinsou is such a good kid it break your heart to think he lives in a house that he can’t feel safe in

“He goes through enough with how cruel people are about his quirk. He works so hard, he should at least have a safe place to go home to.” He says, his tone low

You can tell how upset he is about it

“We have an extra room.” You say. “We could clean it out, there’s not much in there.”

Aizawa is filled with emotion he wasn’t ready for, this is the outcome he was hoping for but you had agreed to it so quickly

In fact you didn’t even agree to it, you offered it freely

“A-Are you sure?” He tries to hold back his tears but the stream down his cheeks

You take his face gently in your hands

“Shouta I think about your childhood a lot, how I wish someone had seen how you were suffering. Seen what you were going through and helped you. Took you into a loving home and supported you. If we have the opportunity and more than enough means to do so it would make me happy. He deserves it. He’s a good kid.”

Shouta pulls you into a crushing hug, more tears running down his face

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You tell him. “You know he kind of looks like you, if he was younger people might think he was our kid.” You joke.

Aizawa asks Shinsou about moving in

Shinsou is shocked, he didn’t see it coming

At first he’s overwhelmed, almost wanting to say no

He doesn’t want to be pitied or a burden

Aizawa opens up to him about his childhood, being moved around from foster home to foster home, the bruises, the burns.

How he was kicked out the second he turned eighteen and how he was homeless for a long time even while doing hero work

Shinsou had no idea his mentor had been through so much but knowing he understands makes him more comfortable accepting Aizawa’s offer

It’s a bit weird moving in with his teacher (if you teach at UA two of his teachers)

He feels like he’s intruding at first

He feels wrong walking around or going into the kitchen to get food, he prefers to stay in his room

You and Shouta give him space and let him get comfortable

But you also take time to draw him out

Invite him to watch a movie with everyone

Ask for his help in the kitchen and teach him how to make his favorite dish

He gets comfortable quickly, he likes being around everyone and it doesn’t take long for you all to feel like a family

You come home to Aizawa grading papers at the dining room table while Shinsou is on the couch with Eri teaching her how to play Animal Crossing

You see Aizawa pause his work to look up at Shinsou and Eri and smile at the sight of them smiling and laughing

You wrap your arms around Aizawa’s shoulders and press a kiss to his cheek and think about how thankful you are to have this perfect family

The Twins

With Eri and Shinsou the house feels full of life and love

You’re laying on the couch after the kids went to bed watching TV

His arms are wrapped around your waist as you sit on his lap

You aren’t expecting your husband to ask this question

“Have you ever thought about having more kids?”

You turn your head to look at him

He looks nervous about asking the question

“I don’t think there are any more students to adopt” You tease him

He gives you a smirk

“I mean we could adopt another kid or... we could try having our own.”

You weren’t expecting that, of course you had wondered what a baby with Aizawa would look like but you never thought he might want to have a baby with you

You hadn’t talked about kids before adopting Eri and you always assumed it would be easier if you didn’t have any

“I’m certainly not opposed to that.”

“I didn’t want kids at first, I worried about everything that could go wrong but after having Eri and Shinsou with us it doesn’t feel as scary.”

So you start trying for a baby

And you’re both overjoyed when your pregnancy test comes back positive

You tell Shinsou and Eri 

Eri is so excited to have a little brother or sister and goes on and on about all the games they can play together

Shinsou isn’t as open with his excitement but he’s looking forward to the new baby and he makes sure to let you both know that he’s willing to help out

When you go to the doctors to see what the gender of the baby will be you get a surprise you weren’t expecting

You have not just one baby boy on the way but also a baby girl on the way

Your scared that it might be overwhelming for Aizawa, it is for you but he just gives you a warm smile

“Honestly I had a feeling having one more kid would make me want another, so this is just a bonus.”

Aizawa is the best when it comes to taking care of you

He will get you any food you crave, will help you out with anything you need and he will make sure that him and Shinsou handle most of the household chores, even Eri helps clean what she can

When you finally have the babies everyone is so excited to meet the new additions to the family

Aizawa is at your side the whole time letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to, his low voice reassures you the whole time and tells you how much he loves you

The doctor hands you your new babies, it’s hard to tell who they resemble more but they both have their fathers dark hair

Aizawa holds they after you and he doesn’t hide the happy tears that stream down his face

When you take them home it feels like the whole household revolves around them

Aizawa takes time off to help with the babies

Eri loves to sit on your lap and watch them sleep in your arms

If they start crying she’ll run and grab their favorite toy and give it to them

Shinsou will take turns and put them down for their naps

He always tries and helps with all the laundry that comes from the babies, they go through a lot of clothes and blankets

It makes your heart warm how gentle and sweet they both are with them

It makes you so happy when you go out to the store and leave the babies with Aizawa and when you return home you find him fast asleep on the couch with both of them cradled against his chest sleeping peacefully

Overall

Aizawa never expected to have a family but he is overwhelmed with how happy he is with your perfect little family

It brings him so much happiness

He definitely has pictures of all of his kids in his wallet and a picture of you as well

He is private about his family mostly for their safety but the people who know about you will constantly be hearing him brag about how amazing you all are

He loves you all more than he could ever express but everyday of his life he makes sure to show it every way he can possible

[imaginationamuck]

Book Review: In A Jam

In a Jam - 5/5

Holy crap, the love I have for this book. 

I received an advanced readers copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own.

Shay Zucconi’s step grandmother leaves her a tulip farm in the small town of Friendship, Rhode Island, under two conditions, Shay has to move to Friendship and she has be married within a year. Enter Noah, who’s harbored a crush on Shay since high school, now a single dad and willing to help Shay with the terms of the inheritance. Shenanigans obviously ensue.

Things you’ll find in this book: - Single Dad with an awesome neurodivergent child - Awesome six year old that swears like a pirate - Small town - Marriage of convenience - Slow burn - Grouchy Farmer MC/Plus Sized FMC

Trigger/Content Warnings: - absentee parent(s) - brief mention of parent death - brief mention of parent chronic illness - mention of incarceration - mention of temporary foster care placement - reference to teenage teasing/bullying (not detailed, not explicit) - brief incidence of fat-shaming

Things I enjoyed: 

“Just because I can plow through by myself doesn’t mean I want to,” I said. “Fuck, Shay. Let me need you, okay?” 

Kate Canterbary is an instant buy for me, she is one of my favorite authors, and this book did not disappoint. I loved this book; it’s been nearly a week since I finished it, and I’m still not over it. There’s so much to say about why I loved it. I loved the chemistry between Noah and Shay, how seamlessly they form a family unit while still internally freaking out about the seamlessness of it. The thing I love about Kate’s books are that her characters have great communication. That when whatever the FMC or MC are hiding comes out, it isn’t a blow-up but a true conversation of feelings and truths. 

That feelings are validated and are allowed to be felt, and this goes for both Shay and Noah. I loved the female friendships, the male friendships, and the friendships that start to form as the relationship takes shape. I loved how Shay takes the time she needs to understand her feelings and that Noah gives her the space to do that. I love that while Noah is firmly planted in his feelings, he doesn’t expect Shay to get there with him in that moment. 

I just… there are so many feels I have about this book. But most of all I loved the fat joy in this book. That while there are incidences of fatphobia, it doesn’t overtake the entire plot or scene. That there’s only annoyance and confusion as to why someone thinks they have a say over someone else’s body and a reclaiming of that opinion. But it’s these brief scenes that just add to the book and to the characters. 

“For reasons I’d yet to understand, this town was all too comfortable speaking about him unkindly and having the balls to do it to his face…That everyone felt it was acceptable to discuss is body was the strangest thing in the world to me. It would never make sense” 

Overall: Look, I loved this book! I will never shut up about this book. And if you’re looking for a Kate Canterbary book to start with before diving into the Walsh universe and their shenanigans. Then this is perfect.

[hiccstrxd]

Heaven is you

This was an idea i had for Rayla's birthday and the outline seemed too wholesome to not do it lol. It has family feels and rayllum being soft as always. Read it on ao3.

Summary: Rayla always remembers her past birthdays with fondness. But this one in particular has brought her an abundant amount of joy, filling her heart with the purest of loves.

Or a recollection of Rayla’s birthdays through the years.

i.

Rayla always remembers her past birthdays with fondness.

She recalls being four and waking up to her mum’s soft voice in her ear, a happy birthday, my love being lovingly murmured in the air. She would pretend that she was asleep, cracking one eye open from time to time and doing her best to contain in her laughter as her mother would start to rub her hair soothingly to wake her up. But she would burst into a fit of giggles before her mum could say anything else — even though Rayla is pretty sure she saw past her flimsy excuse of a stoic facade — and her mother would start to laugh alongside her, tickling her belly and asking her when has her little moonbeam gotten this sneaky.

She hadn’t, obviously.

She’d scoop her in her arms and they would go downstairs where her dad would be cooking her favorite breakfast — he’d always go all out when it was her birthday. And he’d see them still laughing as they approached, he’d see them — his two favorite people ever — and he’d come up to them, lifting her in his arms and making her laugh, telling her that today she chose what they would do because today was all hers. Because he’d move earth and sky for his tiny warrior.

And she remembers the glimmer in her mum’s eyes, her father’s beaming smile, her own expression mirroring theirs; she remembers feeling loved, safe, and content.

ii.

Rayla recalls being eleven and coming back after nearly an entire day of training to a cake on the dining table, a sole candle lit on its center, and a neatly folded paper resting beside it. It was rather late, her whole body ached as the practice had been a vigorous one, but upon seeing the homemade gateau she no longer felt the ever consuming exhaustion. No, she felt lighter, more at ease.

Ethari had been sporting the warmest of smiles, his eyes showing every bit of love towards his foster daughter who they had come to care for as their own. Runaan had walked over to where his husband was and stood right next to him, somehow matching his emotion almost instantly — he had been sort of tense before leaving the meadow — and they had wished her the happiest of birthdays, holding her tightly in their embrace, muttering words of comfort and pride and love.

She remembers thinking that there was still a void in her heart as the aftermath of her parents’ absence, but being there surrounded by her two guardians that loved her an abundant amount and whom she loved as much in return, that showed her day after day their support and their care was enough to bring her solace.

She had felt love all the same.

And she always looked forward to reading her parents’ letter at the end of the end. The words were like a warm hug from afar. She became misty-eyed and held the letter close to her heart for hours as if she was keeping her parents in a safe place near her heart.

iii.

She recalls being sixteen and sitting alone in the Xadian forest. She had been wounded and restless, tired and alone. Everywhere and everything hurt, but ironically she had felt numb from head to toe. Somewhere in the back of her mind she vaguely remembered what that day was supposed to be.

And the bittersweet afterthought made matters worse because then the pang in her chest was just a little too hard to ignore.

Rayla had felt cold and empty, being alone with her thoughts was as harmful as it sounded and the unbecoming urge to cry was getting hard to suppress. But she ended up shedding tears, letting them fall freely as they have been welling up and contained in since much too long ago.

It was her birthday, and she had tried to forget it, making herself not feel, perhaps then the pain would subdue.

It hadn’t.

iv.

It was her birthday and she couldn’t get the royal physician’s words out of her head. They were spinning, echoing, repeating themselves. And she felt equal amounts of excitement and trepidation all at once.

Congratulations Your Highness, you’re with child.

They have been trying, of course, they have, so the news shouldn’t be such a surprise to hear that their efforts had actually turned out fructiferous. But they have, and she didn’t know how to assimilate them without cutting the appointment short and leaving a very confused physician behind, one who was patiently waiting for a reaction out of her.

Because she was excited and elated and so beyond happy that it was taking a lot of willpower to remain seated and not run off to find Callum.

“Your Highness? Is everything all right?”

She blinked, “Of course.” Rayla offered them a smile. How could it not be, honestly?

And after a couple of recommendations and how they’d like to see her in the span of a few weeks — after all, the babe was still a halfling and the pregnancy was to be monitored constantly for that matter — they bid her goodbye with another well-meaning congratulation on the way.

Rayla couldn’t help the fast pace in which she was walking nor the beaming smile from breaking out.

“Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking nonstop for you. What did the physician say?” She heard Callum’s voice round the corner; the worried tone of her husband of three years was enough to make her smile deepened because he was just the sweetest person ever and she just knows that he’s going to be the best father out there.

And the mere thought was enough to make her heart burst with adoration.

He took a couple of steps forward and placed one hand on her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth, “Are you all right?”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words left her mouth before she had time to catch herself, before she had any time to dwell on how to tell him, but after they were out, she knows that there was no better way, no better time. Because seeing those expressive, loving eyes widen in realization, going through every emotion in the span of a second, how his hand stilled its movement on her cheek and how she heard his breath catch in his throat was as heartwarming as if she’d had outlined a grander plan in advance to break the big news to him.

“Really?” He whispered, barely audible.

She hummed.

“You are pregnant?”

She hummed again.

“There’ll be a tiny, perfect mix of the both of us in a couple of months?”

Rayla nodded unable to keep the grin off her face, her arms coming upwards to lace them loosely around his neck and raising herself on her tiptoes to breath small kisses across his cheek — damn those two inches he had gained on her. Their chests were pressed together, and she felt the deep rumble in his chest that soon turned into a peal of boisterous laughter that surely could be heard through the entire hallway. The sound was too contagious to not let out one of her own.

His arms came to encircle her waist, engulfing her in a tight hug, both of them shaking with laughter and happiness and pure delight.

“We’re having a baby.”

“We are.”

They pulled back slightly, faces inches away from each other’s, noses brushing against one another, breaths mingling in their shared space. She wanted to capture this blissful moment in a picture.

And then his lips slowly curved into a smug grin.

“Don’t.” Rayla raised a single brow, looking pointedly at him because she knew where his mind had headed in a matter of seconds. And because she also remembers rather vividly exactly what he had thought about — it had been a very nice anniversary gift, after all. It had carried the promise of fervent love, a burning passion, and a couple’s desire of at last starting a family.

He let out an amused laugh, “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You didn’t have to, I practically saw you thinking about it!” She rolled her eyes playfully and crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a huff in faux disbelief at her husband’s antics. They locked gazes, grass green meeting amethyst violet, a glimmer in both of them. They couldn’t help the small laugh thereafter.

His eyes softened as the laughter ceased, pulling her closer by the waist and planting one tender kiss on the lips, feeling all the love conveyed in such a small action and trying to reciprocate as much as she was receiving.

“I love you.” She said lovingly when they parted, her hands coming up to cup his jaw in a light grasp.

He brought one hand to his lips, kissing the underside softly, “I adore you.”

Rayla knows that it wouldn’t be easy, parenting — motherhood— never was as the rising self-doubts, the exhaustion of both mind and body, the anxiety of diving into the unknown, and all the possible mistakes that were bound to be made. But, she thinks, as long as they have each other — and everyone else who has been there for that matter — this baby would be raised with abundant love and affection. She'd make sure of it.

It was superfluous to say that this birthday by far had brought her one of her greatest joys. A surprise that couldn’t be topped by any other.

[cdelphiki]

It was dumb.

No. Not dumb.

It was really, really, exceptionally stupid.

Being afraid of a little rain was probably the lamest thing a person could possibly be afraid of.

What was even scary about storms?….. Anymore?

Jason had a house now.

Sure, it wasn’t like, forever or nothing. But it was at least for now. And for now was long enough to protect him from the storm outside.

And yet, here he was. Hiding under his comforter, trying to ignore the cacophony of noises outside.

People who said rain was relaxing were high, Jason was fairly certain. High or really, really crazy. Because the harsh static of the constant downpour only made Jason more anxious. Even the gentle pitter-patter of a drizzle was the prelude to the deafening onslaught of far too much rain for the city’s sewers to handle, and Jason couldn’t handle any of it.

The crash of another bolt of lightning made Jason jump so hard, he nearly tumbled off his bed. His heart was hammering so hard, he was amazing no one could hear it.

But then again, the rain outside was so loud, there was no way anyone could hear anything but it.

And he was immensely grateful Bruce had skipped patrol. Because the last thing he wanted was for Bruce to come ‘check on him.’ Bruce might have thought he was sneaky whenever he poked his head in on Jason at 2 in the morning, but he wasn’t. And now Jason was happy, because the last thing he wanted was for Bruce to find him cowering under his covers, afraid of a storm.

A freaking storm.

It was insanely dumb. Jason knew why storms happened. He understood about cloud formation, positive and negative charges, and all that fun stuff. He’d read all about it in one of his school books.

That didn’t stop his heart from racing or his hands from shaking. And when another bolt of lighting hit, this time probably only 500 yards from the Manor, Jason leapt to his feet.

It was dumb. It was really, really dumb, but he could not be alone anymore.

He couldn’t.

He needed… he didn’t know what he needed. He needed to not be alone.

Before he could think better of it, Jason found himself standing in the hall, looking down at the doors ahead of him. There was Bruce’s room on one side. Door wide open, as he always left them to encourage them to wake him, or something. Jason just found it annoying, because it meant he couldn’t sneak past Bruce at night to go downstairs.

Perhaps that was Bruce’s plan.

On the left was Dick’s door. Shut, as always. And entirely unoccupied. Per the norm. Damian’s was next to it, and just barely cracked, so the dog could come in and out as he pleased.

The dog.

“Ace,” Jason whispered, trying to keep his voice quiet enough so not to wake Bruce.

He couldn’t deal with Bruce right now. He might ask questions.

And Jason did not want to talk about how the storms reminded him of being stuck outside in late fall, unable to find adequate shelter, freezing cold, soaked to the bone, and shivering while the rain kept coming. Didn’t want to think about how it took days to fully dry out after that, nor how the ground was wet for a week.

Or the case of pneumonia he’d developed, that landed him back in foster home for the third time. Stupid clinic being a rat.

Bruce would be super caring and understanding and he’d listen and hug Jason, probably. Then offer to stay up with him and watch movies, or drink hot cocoa. And Jason… kind of wanted that. But he couldn’t handle it. He wanted to cry just thinking about it, and Jason was so over crying. So freaking tired of doing it.

The dog, though. The dog wouldn’t ask him questions. He’d just lay with Jason and be there for him.

Ace was awesome like that.

But when Jason said, “Ace” again, this time a little louder, all he heard was the jingling of Ace’s tags. Deep inside Damian’s room.

From experience, Jason knew Damian was a heavy sleeper. Like, a really heavy sleeper. One time he fell asleep on the couch, and he and Bruce continued talking at a normal level for an hour, and Damian didn’t seem to notice one bit. Bruce was able to carry him up to bed afterward, all without Damian so much as stirring.

It was wild.

Would totally get him killed, one day, but probably okay for him right now. As long as he was safe in the Manor, that was. With the literal Batman watching over him.

Jason was kind of a little jealous of how deeply he could sleep. If only Jason could sleep through even the lightest footsteps passing his room at night.

Or storms.

“Ace,” Jason whispered again, nudging the door open just enough so he could stick his head in. Once his eyes adjusted to the darker room, he had to blink.

Because Ace wasn’t on the ground, where he normally spent the night, ‘guarding’ Damian.

No.

He was up in Damian’s bed, under the covers with him, tucked up against his side.

And Damian was there, wide awake, looking right back at Jason.

“Jason?” he said, far too loudly for Jason’s liking. Considering Bruce’s door was right there. Like, five feet away!

A crack of lightning flashed outside Damian’s window. And even with the half a second warning, Jason couldn’t suppress the flinch at the loud crash that followed. “Sorry,” he said, slipping into Damian’s room and shutting the door more, in hopes that Bruce wouldn’t hear them talking, “I was just… uh.”

The fuck was he doing? He couldn’t tell Damian he was looking for the stupid dog because he was scared, now could he? What would Damian say to that? He’d probably laugh at him.

Or start calling for Bruce to come fix it…

“Checking on Ace?” Damian asked, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Ace, in response, whined at Damian and pressed up against Damian’s side more, “Did you know he’s scared of storms?”

Ace was afraid of storms, too? Why would he be scared of them?

Well, he supposed the noises were very loud and Ace was a dog. Practically a baby. He didn’t understand what caused storms.

“Yeah,” Jason said, standing a little straighter and crossing his arms across his chest, “Yeah, I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

It was perfectly reasonable for Ace to be afraid of them. That was a valid excuse. Poor Ace.

Jason, however. He had no good excuse. It was just rain. And some thunder and lightning.

And trauma, Bruce’s voice whispered in the back of his head.

Stupid fucking Bruce saying stupid fucking things like that to him all the time.

When another crack of thunder made Jason jump and bump up against the door behind him, Damian frowned. “He’s okay as long as he gets to sleep with someone,” Damian said, running a hand through Ace’s fur.

“Oh.”

That made sense. Ace didn’t want to be alone, either. Why would anyone want to be?

Because they weren’t being fucking stupid like Jason, probably.

Jason wasn’t sure what to do now, though. Ace was with Damian and probably wouldn’t follow Jason, even if he asked. Ace was Damian’s dog. Damian was Ace’s favorite person. He wouldn’t want Jason as a substitute.

Maybe Jason could sneak past Bruce’s room real fast and go into one of the interior rooms downstairs. The theater, maybe. It had no windows. If he turned the TV on, he—

“You can join us if you want,” Damian said, eliciting another flinch from Jason.

Stupid fucking storm making him all jumpy.

Good thing Bruce wasn’t there to see, he’d get his dumb little frown on his face, similar to the one Damian wore. But Bruce would ask dumb questions like ‘what do you need to feel safer?’

Stupid fucking Bruce. Who made him like that?

Staying in Damian’s room would be admitting he was scared, and he wasn’t…

…admitting it.

Aloud.

“That’s okay, I’m gonna—“

“It’ll make Ace feel better,” Damian cut in, “he likes it when more of his people are near. Sometimes we go into Dad’s room.”

“Oh.” That actually made sense. Ace was a guard dog. If the storm scared him, he probably liked knowing as many of his people were safe as possible.

Jason still wasn’t convinced he was one of Ace’s people, but Damian kept insisting he was, so maybe…

“Are you sure?” He didn’t exactly want to crowd Damian’s space, either.

“Yeah.” Damian pulled his blanket over, making room on the other side of Ace for Jason to crawl in.

Figaro, Damian’s cat, had been underneath the blanket, too, apparently. Jason hadn’t even noticed her, but she protested loudly when the blanket over her moved. Her collar jingled when she jumped down off the bed and crossed the room.

She brushed past Jason, tail up in the air, just as snooty as always, and paused at the door. When Jason didn’t open it for her instantly, she mewed at him.

Loudly.

It was like she was trying to wake everyone in the house, just like she’d been woken.

Jason opened the door for her and she raced across the hall into Bruce’s room. Based on the startled snort Bruce made, she hopped up on him.

Stupid cat was trying to wake everyone.

“Figaro,” Jason heard Bruce mumble, his bedsprings creaking for a second as he grumbled something else Jason couldn’t quite make out.

Jason held his breath, willing Bruce to not get up and check on everyone. But when the bed settled again, and no footsteps followed, Jason let it out in a quiet sigh.

“Okay,” he whispered, “but I’m gonna get my own blanket. Be right back.”

On tip toes, Jason rushed back to his room and grabbed his comforter. It was huge, so he wrapped himself up in it and let the rest of it drag behind him, like an oversized cape.

Was this what Batman felt like all the time? His cape seemed like it would be heavy, even if it didn’t drag the ground. How did he even run around with it? Jason could barely walk down the hall without tripping all over himself.

The storm outside was already calming down, but Jason knew there were several more cells following the one passing. He’d looked at the radar. The storms weren’t going to stop until well after breakfast.

Ace would definitely need the company all night, Jason was sure.

He was extra careful not to wake Bruce on his way back to Damian’s room and very quick to crawl up into the bed, opposite from Damian.

Jason wasn’t used to sleeping with other people in the same room, much less the same bed, but Damian had crashed in Jason’s room once already. It hadn’t been bad.

Maybe a little nice.

He would have never thought it’d be so easy to fall asleep with someone else in the room.

Even though Damian was a heavy sleeper, there was something relaxing about knowing someone else was there. Someone Jason could trust not to be a jerk to him. Damian was just a little kid. And a pretty nice one, at that.

Staying in Wayne Manor was turning him soft…

“We can watch a movie," Damian mumbled, from where he’d curled up next to Ace again, clearly half asleep already.

“You said you’re not allowed.” The last thing Jason wanted was to get Damian in trouble.

He wasn’t quite sure how Bruce punished Damian, since usually all he did was say something like ‘knock it off’ or raise his eyebrows at Damian, and Damian stopped whatever he was doing. Even though he doubted it’d happen, he’d feel terrible if he got Damian hurt just cause he was too scared to fucking sleep.

“Dad won’t care,” Damian mumbled, “there’s no school tomorrow.”

Jason looked at Damian skeptically. The rule was ‘no tv after bedtime.’ Jason wasn’t sure it mattered what day of the week it was.

Damian was, apparently, confident in his opinion Bruce wouldn’t care, because he sat up and grabbed the remote, then handed it to Jason.

It took Damian telling him twice more that it was ‘really fine, just pick something,’ for Jason to actually power on the projector and flip through the kids movie files.

In the end, he found an old cartoon for them to watch instead of a movie, and snuggled down in his blanket, all cocooned up so only his face was showing.

Predictably, Damian fell asleep within 7 seconds of the first episode playing. But the gentle snores from him, as well as the warm weight of Ace against Jason’s side, did help Jason relax a ton.

The storm kept raging outside. At times, the wind howled against the windows, and the rain fell so hard it sounded like hundreds of people were on the fucking roof, stomping. Not to mention the thunder and lightning, which continued to hit nearby.

Even with all that going on, Jason found himself jumping less and less.

And about four episodes in, he started to doze.

Sleeping while it was raining wasn’t something Jason had done in years.

But that night, he slept right through the rest of the storm. If the thunder kept up, Jason didn’t notice it.

When he was finally roused by Ace, well after breakfast, the sun was peeking through the curtains and birds were chirping outside.

Damian yawned dramatically as he stretched and said, “See. Told you Dad wouldn’t care.”

“Yeah.”

Maybe he wouldn’t care next time there were storms, either.

Because… Jason had to admit. He’d never felt as at peace as he did that morning.

He never wanted that feeling to end.