#Pierce/Gabby

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

[mcrdvcks]

i love you, always and forever ࿐‧₊ begin again

chapter summary: You and Logan learn how to raise a baby, and how to ask for help.

word count: 20.1k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: this spans the first year of gabby's life! again, i did research about baby's milestones, etc. so it may not be completely accurate!

warnings/tags: reader wears glasses, fluff, smut, unprotected piv, slight exhibitionism, slight pussy personification, creampie, baby (does that need to be a warning?)

series masterlist - chapter 15.0, chapter 15.5 → chapter 17

2 weeks

Gabby cried from her crib at the foot of the bed, her wails piercing through the early morning stillness. Logan was instantly awake, sitting up in bed with the kind of reflexes that had been honed over a lifetime of surviving danger. His eyes darted to the crib, then to you, still fast asleep, your face soft and peaceful for the first time in what felt like days.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck as he padded over to the crib. “Alright, kiddo,” he muttered, his voice low and gruff, though it softened as he reached down to lift her into his arms. “What’s got you all worked up, huh?”

Gabby squirmed against him, her tiny fists flailing, her cries escalating as he held her close. He gently rocked her, his large hand supporting her head with a care that seemed almost unnatural for someone so gruff. “Shh, I got ya,” he murmured, the words rumbling deep in his chest. “Don’t wake your mom, alright? She needs the rest.”

He glanced back at you, still out cold, your glasses resting on the nightstand next to an empty bottle of water and a half-finished parenting book. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You’d been running yourself ragged during the day, tending to Gabby’s every need without a single complaint. The least he could do was handle the nights, even if Gabby seemed determined to test his limits.

Logan moved to the rocking chair by the window, easing himself into it with Gabby nestled against his chest. The rain tapped gently against the glass, and he began to sway back and forth, his rough voice humming a low, wordless tune. Gabby’s cries started to quiet, her tiny body relaxing as the motion soothed her.

“Feisty, just like your mom,” Logan said quietly, his lips quirking into a small smirk. “You get that stubborn streak from her, y’know. Always pushin’ herself too hard, even when she doesn’t need to.”

Gabby gurgled in response, her tiny fingers curling against his chest. Logan’s smirk softened into something closer to awe. “You’re lucky, kid. You’ve got the best mom in the world. She’s been fightin’ for you since before you even got here.”

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his gaze drifting to the crib, then back to you. Memories flickered in his mind—moments from this life and the lives before it, all tangled together in the strange, unshakable bond he’d shared with you across time.

“You don’t know it yet,” Logan murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain, “but you’re part of somethin’ special, kid. Your mom, she’s somethin’ else. She’s been that way in every life. And this time…” He trailed off, his thumb brushing against Gabby’s cheek as she let out a tiny sigh. “This time, we’re doin’ it right.”

Gabby’s eyes fluttered shut, her breathing evening out as she finally fell back to sleep. Logan leaned his head back against the chair, exhaling a slow, steady breath. The tension in his shoulders eased as he watched her, the weight of the moment grounding him in a way few things ever had.

After a while, he rose carefully, placing Gabby back in her crib with the same precision he used in a fight. Once she was settled, he moved back to the bed, pausing to watch you for a moment before sliding in beside you. He lay on his side, his hand brushing against yours as he whispered, “You’re doin’ good, sweetheart. Real good.”

The words weren’t meant to wake you, but something in your subconscious stirred. You shifted slightly, your hand brushing against his, your voice thick with sleep as you murmured, “Logan?”

“Yeah, darlin’. It’s me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Gabby?” you asked, your eyes still closed.

“She’s fine,” he assured you, his thumb tracing slow circles over the back of your hand. “Went back to sleep. You stay restin’, alright?”

You hummed softly, a faint smile tugging at your lips as sleep pulled you under again. Logan watched you for a moment longer, the steady rhythm of your breathing matching Gabby’s soft sighs from the crib. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt a quiet kind of peace—fragile, but real.

And he wasn’t going to let it slip away.

---

2 Months

“Look at you! Already sittin’ in a highchair with no support,” you cooed, your voice soft and filled with warmth as you settled onto a stool at the kitchen island. You tore off a piece of your bagel and popped it into your mouth, watching Gabby in awe. “You’re about two months early, aren’t ya?”

Gabby’s tiny body wobbled slightly in the highchair, but her head stayed steady, her wide eyes darting around the room. She let out a soft gurgle, one of her fists clumsily swatting at the teething ring on the tray in front of her.

“Overachiever already,” you murmured with a smile, resting your chin on your hand. The quiet morning was a rare treat, the mansion’s usual chaos muted by the fact that most of the kids—and Logan—were in class.

Your moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of footsteps padding into the kitchen. You glanced up to see Rogue and Jubilee sauntering in, their voices low as they chatted.

“Hey, Y/N,” Rogue greeted, tossing her gloves onto the counter. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on Gabby. “Well, ain’t she just the cutest thing?”

Jubilee grinned, leaning over the highchair to make a silly face. “Look at her! She’s so tiny, but she’s already got the ‘I’m better than you’ face down.”

Gabby blinked up at her, unimpressed, and let out a small grunt.

You laughed, wiping your hands on a napkin. “She’s been perfecting that look for weeks.”

“She’s definitely Logan’s kid,” Rogue teased, her Southern drawl thick as she plucked an apple from the fruit bowl. “Got his scowl and everythin'.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” you warned with a smirk. “He’ll start claiming it’s hereditary.”

Jubilee snickered, stealing a piece of your bagel before you could stop her. “So, how’s it feel bein’ the mom of a genius baby?”

“Exhausting,” you said with a laugh, leaning back slightly. “She’s great during the day, but the nights? Forget it. Logan’s been taking over most of the time, though.”

Rogue raised a brow. “Logan? Gettin’ up at night for feedings? That I’d pay to see.”

“It’s sweeter than you’d think,” you admitted, warmth spreading through your chest at the thought. “He’s so patient with her. Talks to her like she understands every word.”

“She probably does,” Jubilee said, crossing her arms. “That’s the face of a baby who’s judging us all right now.”

Gabby let out a soft coo, her tiny fingers curling around the edge of the tray as if to prove Jubilee’s point. Rogue and Jubilee both erupted into laughter.

“See?” Jubilee said, pointing dramatically. “She knows.”

“Alright, alright,” you said, waving them off. “Don’t inflate her ego too much. She’s already the most spoiled baby in this mansion.”

“She deserves it,” Rogue said, biting into her apple. “Took you two long enough to get her here.”

Your smile faltered slightly, but it returned just as quickly. “Yeah,” you said softly, glancing down at Gabby. “She’s worth the wait.”

The room grew quiet for a moment, a comfortable silence settling over the three of you. Rogue nudged you gently, her voice softer now. “You’re doin’ great, Y/N. Really.”

“Thanks,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “It helps having all of you here. It really does.”

The sound of another set of footsteps broke the moment, and Remy strolled into the kitchen, a deck of cards in his hands. He paused when he saw Gabby, his eyes lighting up. “Well, well, look who’s holdin’ court this mornin’,” he drawled, giving her a wink.

“She’s practicing her royal wave,” you joked, motioning toward the way Gabby was batting at the air.

Remy chuckled, stepping closer. “She’ll be dealin’ cards better than me in no time. Smart girl like that? She’ll have us all figured out before she can even talk.” Gabby gurgled at him, and he grinned. “See? She agrees.”

Jubilee rolled her eyes, tossing a crumpled napkin at him. “Stop flirting with the baby, Gambit.”

“I’m just statin’ facts,” he said with an exaggerated shrug, catching the napkin mid-air and flicking it back at her.

The kitchen filled with laughter again, and you leaned back in your chair, watching as your friends entertained Gabby with a mix of silly faces, dramatic gestures, and endless banter. Despite the exhaustion, despite the sleepless nights, moments like this made everything feel right. Gabby was here, surrounded by love, and you couldn’t ask for more.

---

4 Months

The July heat meant two things: one, Gabby got to wear cute little dresses that she seemed to love, and two, you had to wear things to keep you cool that you weren’t sure you looked good in anymore.

Before getting pregnant, you never really had a problem with the way you looked, but now, with the new stretch marks and loose skin, things had changed. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your body for what it had done—bringing Gabby into the world was the most incredible thing you’d ever experienced. But some days, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you struggled to reconcile the new reality with the old.

“Why’re you standin’ there like that?” Logan’s voice startled you from the bathroom doorway. He leaned against the frame, his arms crossed, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

You tugged your loose tank top back into place, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Just... thinking.”

“About what?” He stepped inside, his boots barely making a sound against the tile. “And don’t give me that ‘it’s nothing’ crap.”

You sighed, leaning against the counter. “About how different I look now.”

Logan’s brow furrowed, and he came closer, standing in front of you. “Different how?”

“Like...” You gestured vaguely toward the mirror, your hands falling back to your sides. “Like this. Stretch marks, extra skin, all of it. I know it’s normal, but it’s still hard to see sometimes.”

Logan’s gaze didn’t waver as he listened. He stepped closer, his hands settling on your hips, warm and steady. “Y/N, you just had a baby. A damn miracle, after everything. You carried her, kept her safe, brought her into the world. Your body’s been through hell and came out stronger for it.”

You bit your lip, your eyes lowering. “I know that. I do. But it doesn’t mean I don’t miss how I used to feel about myself.”

Logan tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His voice softened, rough edges giving way to something deeper. “I’ve known you a long time, darlin’. Longer than either of us probably care to count. And through all of it, you’ve never been anything but beautiful to me.”

Your chest tightened, and you shook your head lightly. “Logan—”

“I mean it,” he interrupted, his grip on your hips firm but gentle. “You don’t see what I see, and that’s fine. But let me tell you somethin’—you’ve never been more incredible to me than you are right now.”

The raw sincerity in his voice made your throat close up, and you blinked quickly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I just... It’s hard sometimes. Feeling like me again.”

Logan pulled you into his arms, holding you close as his hand rubbed slow circles on your back. “You’re still you, Y/N. The strongest, smartest, most stubborn woman I’ve ever met. And if you ever need remindin’, you come to me. Got it?”

You nodded against his chest, your arms wrapping around him. “Got it.”

---

Everyone had made their way to the nearby beach, including Gabby with a comically large sunhat perched on her tiny head. The brim was so wide that it flopped down over her forehead, occasionally covering her eyes and earning a quiet laugh from you as Logan adjusted it for the fourth time.

“She’s gonna hate this thing,” Logan muttered, tilting the hat back so Gabby’s face was visible again. He held her against his chest, her little legs dangling from his arm as her tiny fists waved at the warm July breeze.

“Unless you want a sunburned baby, the hat stays,” you said, smiling as you spread a towel over the back of a beach chair.

Logan huffed, shifting Gabby slightly so he could free a hand to grab the sunscreen from the bag. “What’s the point of wearin’ this if I’m still puttin’ sunscreen on her?”

“Double protection,” you teased, glancing at him over your shoulder. “You’re just mad because it’s adorable.”

“It’s impractical,” he countered, but the faint tug at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. Gabby let out a small coo, her wide eyes darting from you to the waves in the distance, then back to Logan’s face.

You finished arranging the chairs and stepped closer, reaching out to adjust the hat again as it slipped sideways. “You’re holding her like a sack of potatoes, Logan. No wonder the hat won’t stay on.”

“She’s fine,” Logan said, brushing his fingers over Gabby’s back. “Aren’t ya, kid? You don’t care about hats.”

Gabby opened her mouth and made a soft noise, her little tongue darting out before she smacked her lips. You tilted your head, your smile growing. “She’s hungry.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, looking at Gabby with mild confusion. “How can you tell?”

“She’s looking at me,” you said, laughing softly as you pointed toward her face. “And opening and closing her mouth. It’s classic hungry baby behavior.”

Logan squinted, watching her for a moment. “She’s been makin’ faces since we got here. How do you know it’s hunger?”

“Because,” you said, your tone patient but amused, “she’s staring at my chest like it owes her something.”

Logan’s bark of laughter startled Gabby, who let out a little squeak in response. He kissed the top of her head, his grin softening into something warmer. “Alright, darlin’, guess you know best. You wanna sit or head back to the car?”

“We’ll stay here,” you said, motioning toward the chairs. “I brought a blanket. She’s fine.”

Logan followed as you sat down, handing Gabby to you with a care that still made your heart swell. Once she was settled in your arms, you reached for the bag, pulling out a lightweight nursing cover.

“Need me to grab anything?” Logan asked, crouching beside you as you adjusted Gabby.

“No, I’ve got it,” you said, slipping the cover over your shoulder. Gabby latched quickly, her soft noises muffled by the fabric. “You can sit, though. She’s not gonna take long.”

Logan sank into the chair next to you, stretching his legs out as he leaned back. His gaze shifted between Gabby’s covered head and the shoreline in the distance, his expression relaxed for the first time all day.

“This is nice,” he said after a moment, his voice low.

“Even with the hat debacle?” you teased, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Even with the hat,” Logan admitted, his smirk returning. “She’s got more personality than half the people here already.”

You adjusted the nursing cover over your shoulder, glancing up at him with a soft laugh. “Are you saying she’s more entertaining than Jubilee’s attempts to surf? Because that’s a bold claim.”

Logan tilted his head toward the shoreline, where Jubilee was attempting to paddle out on a surfboard that seemed to have a personal vendetta against her. She was currently tumbling off into the shallow water for what had to be the fifth time, her shouts of frustration carrying over the sound of the waves.

“Alright, fair point,” Logan said, his grin widening. “Jubilee’s got her beat—for now.”

Gabby let out a little hum against you, her tiny body relaxing as her feeding slowed. You rested your hand on her back, glancing toward the water where Rogue and Remy were helping some of the younger kids build a sandcastle. Laura sat nearby, her small hands carefully carving details into a turret with an intense focus that rivaled her usual demeanor.

“It’s kind of nice, isn’t it?” you murmured, shifting your attention back to Logan. “Everyone just… relaxing for once.”

He nodded, his gaze sweeping over the scene. “Yeah, it is. Doesn’t happen often around here.”

Gabby pulled away with a tiny, satisfied sigh, and you adjusted her before lifting her to your shoulder. Logan immediately stood, reaching into the bag to grab a burp cloth. “Here,” he said, passing it to you without hesitation.

“Thanks,” you said softly, positioning the cloth and patting Gabby’s back. After a moment, a quiet burp escaped her, followed by a little coo that made Logan’s smirk return.

“Efficient,” he commented, settling back into his chair. “Takes after you there.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled as Gabby nestled against your shoulder, her small face tucked against your neck. “She’s four months old, Logan. Let’s not assign her a work ethic just yet.”

“Why not?” he teased, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Never too early to start. She’ll be runnin’ circles around the rest of us in no time.”

“Please don’t start training her before she can even walk,” you said, your voice dry but affectionate. “She’s still figuring out how her hands work.”

“Fine,” he said with a mock sigh, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “I’ll give her a few more months.”

A shadow fell over you as Jean approached, her hair tucked beneath a wide-brimmed sunhat. She carried a drink in one hand and waved with the other. “How’s the little one?” she asked, her tone light as she crouched beside you.

“She just ate,” you said, shifting Gabby slightly so Jean could see her. “And she’s apparently trying to set records for fastest burp.”

“Overachiever,” Jean said with a grin, brushing her fingers lightly over Gabby’s tiny hand. “You’re doing great, Y/N. She looks so happy.”

“Thanks, Jean,” you said, a shy warmth creeping into your voice. “I think she likes the beach. Or at least the breeze.”

Jean straightened, her gaze flicking to Logan. “And how are you holding up, Logan? Still hating the hat?”

“It’s ridiculous,” Logan said, deadpan. “But I’ll deal with it.”

Jean laughed, patting his shoulder as she headed toward the water. “Try not to grumble too much. You’re scaring the seagulls.”

As she walked away, Logan shook his head, muttering something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. You leaned back in your chair, one hand resting gently on Gabby’s back as you watched the others enjoy the day.

---

Most of the team were out on a mission, leaving Logan and you at the mansion with the younger kids. Luckily, there were a few kids old enough to take care of the rest while you got a bit of time to yourself to take a bath.

Logan walked the quiet halls of the mansion with Gabby pressed against his bare chest, her small body tucked securely in one of his arms. Her soft coos and the occasional gurgle broke the silence, but otherwise, the place was still. Most of the kids were busy with games or projects downstairs, and for once, the usual hum of chaos was absent.

He glanced down at Gabby, her head leaning against his chest as her tiny fingers flexed against his skin. Skin-to-skin contact, Jean had said, was good for bonding. Logan had scoffed at first—some scientific nonsense about oxytocin and comfort—but seeing how Gabby relaxed against him every time, he’d begrudgingly admitted it made sense.

“You don’t know how good you’ve got it, kid,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, but soft enough to keep her calm. “Walkin’ around like this while your mom finally gets a damn break. Don’t go ruinin’ it for her, alright?”

Gabby let out a small, high-pitched noise, almost like a protest, and Logan huffed. “What’s that supposed to mean? You got somethin’ to say?”

As if answering, she wriggled slightly, her tiny hand grabbing a clump of his chest hair. Logan winced but didn’t try to pull her hand away. “Alright, maybe you’re tougher than you look. But let’s ease up on the claws, yeah?”

They passed by one of the large windows in the corridor, the late-morning sunlight streaming in and catching on the edges of the ornate frame. Logan stopped, shifting his hold on Gabby so she could see outside. Her head wobbled as she stared at the trees swaying gently in the summer breeze.

“See that?” he murmured, tilting her slightly so her face was closer to the window. “Big ol’ world out there. Not in a rush to throw you into it, but one day, you’re gonna run this place. You just wait.”

Gabby turned her face toward him, her expression unreadable, and Logan smirked. “Yeah, I know. Big talk from the guy who almost lost it when you sneezed yesterday. Don’t hold it against me, alright?”

He started walking again, his boots making faint thuds against the hardwood floors. The sound was steady, rhythmic, and seemed to soothe Gabby further as her tiny body grew heavier in his arms. Logan glanced down, catching her eyelids starting to droop.

“You really are somethin’,” he said quietly, his free hand brushing over her back. “Got me talkin’ like a damn fool in the middle of the day.”

By the time Logan reached the den, Gabby was nearly asleep. He eased onto the couch, careful not to jostle her too much as he adjusted his position. He propped his feet up on the coffee table—knowing full well you’d scold him for it later—and leaned back, one hand rubbing gentle circles on Gabby’s back.

The sound of distant laughter filtered up from the lower levels, probably some of the younger kids playing a game. Logan let his eyes close for a moment, his breathing slowing to match Gabby’s tiny, even breaths. The quiet peace of the moment was rare, and he wasn’t about to let it slip away.

After a while, he felt Gabby stir, her small face burrowing further into his chest. “You awake again, huh?” he murmured, glancing down at her. “Guess you’re not big on naps.”

He shifted slightly, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV at a low volume. The background noise might keep her content for a little while longer—or at least buy him enough time to keep you resting.

“She’s quiet,” a familiar voice called softly from the doorway. Logan turned to see Laura standing there, her small frame leaning against the doorframe as she eyed Gabby curiously.

“Yeah,” Logan said, his voice low. “For now. Don’t jinx it.”

Laura padded into the room, her usual stoicism softening slightly as she approached the couch. “She likes you,” she said simply, standing on her tiptoes to peek at Gabby.

Logan smirked. “’Course she does. What’s not to like?”

Laura gave him a skeptical look, but there was a faint hint of amusement in her expression. “Can I hold her?”

“Maybe later,” Logan said, adjusting Gabby slightly as she wriggled in his arms. “She’s just about settled, and I’m not takin’ any chances with her wakin’ up.”

Laura nodded, understanding. “Y/N’s still in the bath?”

“Yeah,” Logan said, glancing toward the ceiling as if he could sense exactly where you were. “Figured she could use some peace and quiet.”

“Good,” Laura said, her tone firm. “She needs it.”

Logan tilted his head, studying her for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, she does.”

Laura lingered for another second before turning toward the door. “I’ll tell the others to keep it down.”

“Thanks, kid,” Logan said, his voice softening as he watched her leave.

As the door clicked shut, Logan glanced down at Gabby, who was fully asleep now, her tiny fist still clutching a bit of his chest hair. He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You got a lot of people lookin’ out for you, y’know that?” he murmured. Gabby didn’t respond, of course, but her peaceful expression seemed to say enough.

Logan leaned back again, his eyes drifting to the window. He’d hold onto this moment for as long as he could. After all, you’d be out of the bath soon—and you’d be taking Gabby with you. For now, though, it was just him and his daughter, the quiet hum of the mansion wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

---

5 Months

You hid your face with your hands, then pulled them away again with a big grin. “Peekaboo!”

Gabby’s wide, toothless smile lit up her entire face, her bright eyes crinkling at the edges. She flailed her chubby arms excitedly, making an adorable gurgling sound that almost made you want to burst into laughter yourself. It was the kind of sound that made all the sleepless nights and spit-up-stained clothes worth it.

Logan, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his back against the couch, chuckled softly as he watched the two of you. “You’re gonna wear her out with all that peekaboo.”

You shot him a playful look, adjusting your glasses as you leaned forward toward Gabby. “That’s the plan. If I can tire her out now, maybe she’ll sleep through the night.”

“She’s not even five months old, sweetheart. You think she’s gonna take pity on us?” Logan smirked, his tone teasing as he reached for one of Gabby’s teething toys and handed it to her.

Gabby grabbed the toy clumsily, shoving it straight toward her mouth and drooling all over it in seconds. Logan’s smirk turned into a grin. “Yeah, no pity. She’s ruthless.”

You laughed, leaning back in the chair and watching Gabby with affection. “She’s learning so much, though. Did you see how she grabbed that? Last week, she’d just stare at it like it was some alien object.”

“Yeah,” Logan said, his voice softer now as he kept his gaze on her. “She’s growin’ fast.”

Gabby dropped the teething toy onto the play mat with a squishy plop and immediately started fussing, her face scrunching up in frustration. Logan leaned forward and picked it up, wiping it on the corner of his shirt before handing it back to her.

“Here ya go, kid,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “Ain’t that big a deal.”

“She’s dramatic,” you said, shaking your head fondly. “Takes after her dad.”

Logan arched a brow, pretending to be offended. “Dramatic? Me?”

“Yes, you,” you teased, crossing your arms and smiling. “You’re the one who grumbles when you can’t find your favorite mug in the morning.”

“That’s not dramatic. That’s just havin’ priorities,” Logan countered, leaning back against the couch again with a grin.

“Sure it is,” you said, your tone light and teasing as you bent down to pick up another toy Gabby had knocked away. “Maybe I should start writing down all your dramatic moments. I’ll make a scrapbook.”

Logan huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute, darlin’.”

“Lucky?” you repeated with a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who’s lucky. Gabby and I could be keeping track of your antics.”

Gabby babbled something incomprehensible, as if weighing in on the conversation, and Logan nodded at her seriously. “See? Even she agrees.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re impossible.”

Logan just smirked, reaching out to nudge Gabby’s tiny foot with his finger. She wiggled happily, her earlier frustration forgotten.

After a moment, you leaned back, watching the two of them with a quiet sense of contentment. It wasn’t a grand moment—just a lazy afternoon spent playing on the floor with Gabby—but it was perfect in its own way. These were the kinds of memories you wanted to keep forever.

“Alright,” Logan said suddenly, pushing himself up onto his knees. “If we’re doin’ this peekaboo thing, we’re doin’ it right.”

“Oh?” you asked, arching a brow.

“Yeah.” He picked up one of Gabby’s soft blankets and held it up in front of his face. “Watch this. Ready, kid?”

Gabby blinked at him, her little hands grasping at the air.

Logan pulled the blanket down with a flourish. “Peekaboo!”

Gabby’s face lit up, her laughter bubbling out in delighted squeals that made both of you laugh along with her.

“See?” Logan said, throwing the blanket back up again. “She loves it.”

“She loves you being ridiculous,” you said, smiling as Gabby kicked her legs in pure joy.

“Ridiculous works,” Logan said with a shrug, peeking around the edge of the blanket to make Gabby giggle again.

As you watched the two of them, the sight made your heart swell. It wasn’t perfect; nothing ever was. But this? This was as close as it got.

---

6 Months

You held the small spoon with a dollop of banana puree and made an exaggerated airplane noise as you brought it closer to Gabby’s mouth. Her wide, curious eyes followed the spoon’s trajectory until it reached her lips. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth just enough for you to slide the puree in.

“There you go,” you cooed, grinning as Gabby smacked her lips around the spoon, her tiny face scrunching up in surprise at the new texture. A gurgling sound followed as a bit of banana dribbled down her chin.

“Messy eater already,” you murmured with a fond laugh, reaching for the cloth you’d draped over the back of her highchair. You dabbed at her chin, though she seemed more interested in the next bite than staying clean.

“You’re something else, you know that?” you said softly, scooping up another bit of puree. “Already sitting up, trying new foods… It’s like every day you’re doing something new.” You paused for a moment, watching Gabby’s tiny hands swipe at the air as if she could grab the spoon herself. “I love it. I love being here with you. But, oh, sometimes I miss teaching.”

Gabby babbled in response, her little fists making clumsy contact with the highchair tray. You let out a small laugh, adjusting your glasses as you looked at her. “Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade this time for anything. It’s just… I don’t know. I feel like my brain’s getting a little rusty. Physics isn’t exactly part of our routine, is it?”

Another tiny coo escaped her, and you sighed, your smile softening. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I live at a mansion full of mutants and still get bored. Jean’s always telling me to ask for help, but…” You trailed off, scooping up another spoonful of puree. “I guess I’m not great at that, huh?”

Gabby smacked her lips around the spoon, a bit of banana smearing on her cheek this time. You wiped it away gently, your voice dropping to a softer murmur. “Maybe when you’re a little older, I’ll get back to it. Right now, you’re my whole world, kiddo.”

Unbeknownst to you, Logan stood quietly in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His sharp eyes softened as he watched the scene unfold, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. He didn’t interrupt, letting your words hang in the air before slipping away silently, leaving you to finish Gabby’s meal in peace.

---

Later that day, as the sun dipped lower in the sky and the mansion’s hallways filled with the sound of kids finishing their classes, you sat in the common room with Gabby nestled in your arms. She was dozing, her tiny fist curled against your chest, and you swayed gently in the rocking chair.

Logan appeared, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. He leaned down to kiss the top of Gabby’s head before sitting on the armrest beside you. “She go down easy after lunch?” he asked, his voice low to avoid waking her.

“Not bad,” you said, adjusting your hold on her. “She didn’t seem thrilled about the bananas, though.”

Logan smirked. “Takes after me there. Not much for mush.”

You chuckled softly, shifting your glasses up your nose. “At least she didn’t spit it all out.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he spoke again. “I was thinkin’... You mentioned something earlier about missin’ teachin’. You still feel that way?”

Your brows furrowed in surprise. “You heard that?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice soft. “Was passin’ by the kitchen. Didn’t wanna interrupt.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I love being with her—”

“I know you do,” Logan said, cutting you off gently. “But it’s okay to miss other stuff too, Y/N. Doesn’t mean you’re not a good mom.”

You glanced down at Gabby, her tiny breaths steady and peaceful. “I do miss it,” you admitted quietly. “I miss the classroom, the kids, explaining things. But there’s so much to think about now. What if Gabby gets hungry? Or needs a change? Who’s going to watch her?”

Logan’s smirk softened into something closer to a grin. “You forget where we live? We got Rogue, Kitty, Jubilee—and yeah, even Remy, though I’m not exactly thrilled about that one. They’d all pitch in if you needed ‘em.”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you mulled it over. “I don’t want to put too much on them. They’ve got their own lives.”

Logan rested a hand on your shoulder, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “They wouldn’t offer if they couldn’t handle it. And you’d still be close by if somethin’ came up.”

The idea settled in your mind, the weight of it less daunting now. You looked up at Logan, your voice tentative. “You really think I could do it?”

“I know you can,” he said, his tone firm but warm. “You’re a hell of a teacher, Y/N. And if it makes you happy, then we’ll make it work. Simple as that.”

You smiled, your chest tightening with gratitude. “Thanks, Logan.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “Now, think you can sneak back in there and tell Scott he’s got his physics teacher back?”

You laughed softly, cradling Gabby closer. “Not until this one wakes up. But yeah… I think I can.”

“Good,” Logan said, his grin widening. “It’s about time.”

As the two of you sat there, the quiet hum of the mansion wrapping around you, the thought of stepping back into the classroom didn’t feel so daunting after all. With Logan by your side, you knew you could handle anything.

---

Laura stacked a few blocks on top of each other and then looked over at Gabby, who was currently banging two blocks together with loud, repetitive smacks. She frowned, glancing at Rogue, who was sprawled on the couch with a magazine in hand.

“Why is she doing that?” Laura asked, her tone flat but clearly puzzled. “She should be stacking them.”

Rogue set the magazine down, tilting her head toward Gabby. “She’s a baby, Laura. That’s what babies do—they don’t follow instructions, they just… do baby things.”

Laura frowned deeper, crossing her arms. “It’s not efficient.”

Rogue chuckled, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face. “She’s six months old, sugar. She’s not worried about efficiency. She’s just learnin’ how to use her hands.”

Gabby, oblivious to the critique, let out a triumphant squeal as one of the blocks bounced off the mat and rolled toward Laura. Laura picked it up, inspecting it like it held the answer to her question, then set it back in front of Gabby.

“She doesn’t understand the point,” Laura said matter-of-factly.

Rogue leaned back, grinning. “The point is havin’ fun. You used to be like that too, y’know.”

“No, I didn’t,” Laura replied quickly. “I always had a purpose.”

Rogue’s grin softened, but she didn’t press. Instead, she picked up a stuffed toy from the floor and handed it to Gabby, who immediately started gnawing on it with her gums.

“See?” Rogue said, gesturing to the drooling baby. “She’s got her own way of figuring things out. Give her time.”

Laura watched for another moment, then turned back to her stack of blocks. She added another one carefully to the top, her small hands steady and precise. “She’s messy.”

“That’s part of it,” Rogue said, laughing. “Not everyone can be neat like you.”

Gabby banged her block again, and Laura sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “It’s still not efficient.”

---

When you returned from your physics class, you found Rogue and Laura in the living room, with Gabby happily babbling on her play mat. You smiled at the scene as you approached.

“How’d she do?” you asked, setting your bag down on a chair.

“Great,” Rogue said, waving her hand lazily. “Couple of loud squeals, but nothin��� we couldn’t handle. She’s been workin’ real hard on makin’ as much noise as possible.”

Gabby looked up at the sound of your voice, her face lighting up. She let out a delighted squeal, reaching her arms toward you. You crouched down to pick her up, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you murmured, adjusting her in your arms. “Were you good for Rogue and Laura?”

“She was fine,” Laura said, stacking the blocks again with intense focus. “But she’s very loud.”

“That’s normal,” you said with a soft laugh, running your hand over Gabby’s tiny back. “She’s finding her voice.”

“She’s finding it a lot,” Laura said, glancing up at you with a hint of exasperation.

You smiled at her, tilting your head. “How about you? Did you have fun?”

Laura hesitated, glancing between you and Gabby. “It was… okay. She doesn’t like blocks.”

“She’s still little,” you said gently. “She’ll get there.”

Logan’s voice carried from the hallway as he entered the room, wiping his hands on a rag. “What’s this about blocks? She tryin’ to outbuild you, Laura?”

Laura rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath as Logan grinned. He crossed the room to you and Gabby, his hand automatically resting on your back.

“How was class?” he asked, his tone softening as he looked at you.

“Good,” you said, leaning slightly into his touch. “I think the kids are finally starting to get the new section.”

“And you?” he asked, tilting his head toward Gabby. “How’s my girl?”

Gabby responded with a loud, happy squeal, smacking her little hands against your shoulder. Logan chuckled, brushing a hand over her head.

“She’s got lungs, I’ll give her that.”

“She’s been practicing,” you said, grinning.

“She’s also very messy,” Laura added from the floor, earning a laugh from Rogue.

“She’s a baby, Laura,” Logan said, crouching beside her. “Messy’s part of the job.”

Laura gave him a skeptical look, but said nothing, returning to her blocks. Logan smirked and turned back to you, his hand brushing against Gabby’s as she reached for him.

“Guess I’ll handle dinner tonight,” he said, his tone teasing. “Sounds like you earned a break.”

You smiled at him, your heart warming at the offer. “I won’t say no to that.”

As Logan stood and kissed your temple, Gabby let out another happy squeal, her tiny hand reaching toward his face. The room felt light, filled with warmth and laughter, and for a moment, the world outside seemed a distant memory.

---

During game night—while playing monopoly—Gabby had crawled from your lap to her toys a foot away.

“No!” Jubilee exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air as the tiny plastic hotel landed on its side. “Kitty got Boardwalk again? You’ve got some kind of Monopoly magic going on.”

Kitty smirked, straightening the hotel with the precision of someone used to winning. “It’s not magic, Jubilee. It’s strategy. And maybe a little luck.”

“Luck, my ass,” Rogue muttered, tossing the dice across the board. “I’ve been stuck on Baltic Avenue for three rounds. This game’s rigged.”

Jean chuckled, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her money neatly stacked in front of her. “You sound like Logan.”

“I’m right here, Jean,” Logan grumbled from his spot on the couch. His feet were propped up on the coffee table—earning a mild glare from you—and he had a fistful of fake cash that looked pitiful compared to Kitty’s growing empire. “And this game is rigged. Every time I land somewhere, it’s one of Kitty’s properties.”

“Maybe don’t land there,” you teased, adjusting your glasses as you sat cross-legged on the rug beside the board. Gabby was now making her slow journey back, her small form determined.

“Yeah, Logan,” Jubilee said, grinning as she leaned back on her hands. “Just don’t land on Boardwalk. Easy fix.”

Logan gave her a flat look. “You think you’re funny, don’t ya?”

“I know I’m funny,” Jubilee shot back, earning a laugh from Kitty and Rogue.

Jean glanced up as Gabby made her way over, her tiny hands slapping against the rug as she babbled happily. “Looks like someone’s on the move.”

Gabby reached Jean and tugged at her pant leg with surprising determination. Jean smiled, scooping her up and settling her on her lap. “You want in on the game, huh?”

Gabby gurgled, her chubby hand grabbing at the corner of the board. Jean gently redirected her toward the teething toy that had been tucked into her pocket. Gabby immediately began chewing on it, her wide eyes locking onto Scott, who sat across the board from Jean with his arms crossed and a scowl firmly in place.

“Why’s she staring at me?” Scott asked, his tone flat but curious as he gestured toward Gabby with a tilt of his head.

“She thinks you look funny,” Logan said, smirking as he leaned back. “Can’t blame her.”

Jean rolled her eyes, bouncing Gabby lightly on her lap. “Don’t listen to him, Gabby. Scott’s just a little grumpy because he landed on Marvin Gardens three times in a row.”

“More like he’s always grumpy,” Jubilee muttered, tossing her dice and moving her piece forward with exaggerated precision. “Oh, look. Free parking. Guess I’ll take that jackpot.”

Scott sighed, ignoring the commentary as Gabby continued to stare at him. “Does she always do that?”

“Sometimes,” you said, smiling as you leaned against the couch. “She likes people-watching. You’ve got one of those faces.”

Gabby, as if to emphasize the point, let out a squeal and waved the teething toy in Scott’s general direction. He stared at her, his expression unreadable, before finally reaching for his piece to roll the dice.

The next second, Gabby flung the toy directly at his face.

The thud wasn’t loud, but it was enough to startle everyone into silence. Scott froze, blinking behind his visor as the toy bounced off his forehead and landed on the board, knocking over a few houses in the process.

“Did she just—” Jubilee began, but her words dissolved into laughter as Rogue followed suit, clutching her sides.

“Good aim,” Logan muttered, a hint of pride sneaking into his voice as he glanced at Gabby, who looked entirely unrepentant.

Gabby giggled, clearly amused by the commotion she’d caused. Jean shook her head, her lips twitching into a smile as she picked up the toy and handed it back to Gabby. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Scott sighed, picking up his piece and resetting the houses with a resigned expression. “Can we just finish this game before I get attacked again?”

“Not if Kitty buys all the railroads first,” Rogue said, grinning as Kitty beamed at her neatly organized properties.

“She’s not buying anythin’ else,” Logan grumbled, tossing his dice. “Not if I’ve got anythin’ to say about it.”

You watched the scene unfold, your hand resting lightly on Gabby’s back as she squirmed happily in Jean’s lap. Despite the chaos—and the slightly bruised pride of certain players—the moment felt light, warm, and perfectly imperfect.

Somehow, it was exactly what you needed.

---

7 Months

You and Logan took on the task of the month’s grocery shopping, giving you the ability to step outside in a place that wasn’t just the mansion’s lawn.

Logan parked the truck, letting the engine idle for a moment before cutting it off. You handed him the list you’d been jotting on the entire drive, its edges crinkled from your anxious fidgeting.

“It’ll be more efficient if we split up,” you said, your glasses sliding down your nose as you leaned toward him. “I’ll grab the food, and you can get these.”

Logan glanced at the list in his hand, then at yours, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Why the hell is mine shorter than yours?”

“Because, Logan,” you replied patiently, adjusting your glasses, “you never buy the right things. Remember when Ororo asked you to get tomato paste, and you brought back tomato sauce?”

He grunted, crossing his arms. “It’s all tomatoes.”

“It’s not the same,” you said, fighting a smile. “Plus, you’ve got the heavy lifting—laundry detergent, air filters—”

“You makin’ this up as you go?” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You ignored him, leaning over the console and pointing to the list. “It’s all right there. Just stick to it, and we’ll be out of here in no time.”

Logan muttered something under his breath but didn’t argue further.

He shot you a look but didn’t argue, folding the list back into his pocket. “Fine. But if this ends up takin’ longer than you said, I’m blamin’ you.”

“It’s groceries, Logan. Not a mission.” You leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before reaching for the door handle. “Now, let’s get this over with.”

Before you could step out, Logan’s hand caught yours. His expression had shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tilted his head toward you. “What was that for?”

You blinked, confused. “What was what for?”

“The kiss,” he said, his voice dropping to a rougher edge.

“Because I wanted to?” you replied, your tone teasing as you stepped out of the truck and shut the door.

You were a few steps toward the store entrance when you noticed he wasn’t following. Turning back, you saw Logan still sitting in the truck, his arms crossed and a suspiciously casual look on his face.

“Logan?” you called, walking back to his side of the vehicle. “What’s taking so long?”

He gestured toward his lap, his lips twitching in what could only be described as an annoyed smirk.

It took a second, but when realization hit, your cheeks burned. “Seriously?”

“You started it,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact as he shrugged.

You covered your face with your hands for a moment, trying to stifle a laugh. “Logan, we’re in the grocery store parking lot. You can’t just… react like that!”

He gave you a pointed look. “What’d you expect, darlin’? You kiss me like that, then act like nothin’ happened?”

You glanced around the lot, grateful that no one was nearby. “Just… take a minute. Think about cold showers or… I don’t know, taxes or something.”

Logan smirked, leaning his head back against the seat, arms crossed over his chest. “Taxes don’t do it for me, darlin’. And cold showers only work if I’m not still thinkin’ about you.”

“Logan,” you muttered, your cheeks heating as you glanced toward the store’s entrance, half-wondering if anyone could see you standing there like some flustered cartoon character. “This is ridiculous.”

“Not my fault you’re irresistible,” he drawled, his smirk growing wider.

You sighed, adjusting your glasses as you glared at him, though the effect was dulled by the flush spreading across your face. “We’re here to buy groceries, not... whatever this is.”

Logan leaned forward, resting his forearms on the steering wheel, his grin softening as he looked up at you. “You’re cute when you’re all flustered.”

“Logan,” you repeated, more firmly this time, but you couldn’t stop the corners of your mouth from twitching upward. “Get yourself together, and let’s go. We’ll be in and out faster if we stick to the plan.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What plan? The one where I get the short list and you pretend you’re not secretly double-checking every item I grab?”

“I do not double-check,” you protested, straightening your back. “I just—look, you grab what’s on the list, and I trust you. Simple.”

Logan chuckled, his voice low and warm. “Sure you do, sweetheart. You’ve been writin’ notes on that thing like it’s a classified mission.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Fine. If you don’t want to follow the list, I’ll do it all myself.”

Logan opened the door and stepped out of the truck, his boots crunching against the pavement as he shut the door behind him. “Nope. You’re not carryin’ a damn bag more than you have to. Let’s split up and get this over with before you find somethin’ else to nag me about.”

“Logan!” you said, your voice rising in mock indignation. “I don’t nag.”

He smirked, slipping an arm around your waist as he steered you toward the store’s entrance. “You do. But I don’t mind.”

You sighed, leaning slightly into his side despite your exasperation. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” he teased, his hand brushing against yours as you walked through the sliding glass doors.

Inside, the store was brightly lit and buzzing with quiet activity, the kind of sterile, structured chaos you always found oddly soothing. You handed Logan his list and pointed toward the household goods aisle. “You start there. I’ll handle produce and dairy. Meet back at the checkout?”

Logan glanced at the list, then at you, his expression somewhere between skeptical and amused. “You’re really trustin’ me with this?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, adjusting your glasses. “You’ve got this, Logan. Just follow the—”

“Yeah, yeah, follow the list,” he interrupted, giving you a mock salute as he turned toward his section. “See you in twenty minutes, professor.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you headed toward the produce section. Grabbing a cart, you focused on filling it with the items you needed, the mundane task grounding you in a way that felt strangely comforting.

Still, you found yourself glancing toward the household aisle every so often, half-expecting to catch Logan tossing random things into his cart. When you didn’t, you allowed yourself a small moment of pride. Maybe he really was sticking to the list.

About twenty minutes later, you spotted him near the checkout, leaning casually against a cart that looked suspiciously empty. You raised an eyebrow as you approached. “That’s all you got?”

He shrugged, holding up the list as if to prove his innocence. “I got everything on here. And yeah, it wasn’t much.”

You peered into his cart, noting the perfectly chosen items, and nodded. “Okay, color me impressed.”

Logan smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Told you I could handle it.”

“Don’t get cocky,” you warned, tossing a bag of apples into your own cart. “You still have to carry all of this into the house.”

He chuckled, his hand brushing against yours as he reached for your cart. “Deal. As long as I get somethin’ for all this hard work.”

“Oh, you’ll get something,” you said dryly, guiding the cart toward the register. “Like a thank-you.”

“That’s a start,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in close. “But I was thinkin’ somethin’ a little sweeter.”

“Logan,” you hissed, glancing around the store as your face flushed. “Not here.”

He smirked, leaning back with a satisfied expression. “You’re too easy to rile up, darlin’. Makes it fun.”

You shook your head, though the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still smilin’,” he said, nudging your shoulder lightly.

---

The ride back to the mansion was quiet, other than the radio softly playing in the background and your pen moving along the paper as you filled out the checkbook.

The truck came to a stop, the rumble of the engine fading into silence. You glanced up from your checkbook, expecting to see the mansion’s familiar gates, but instead, the view outside was an empty stretch of freeway, bathed in the warm hues of October’s late afternoon. You frowned, tilting your head toward Logan.

“Why’d we stop?”

He didn’t answer right away, his hands still resting on the steering wheel, fingers tapping against the leather. His eyes shifted toward you, a glint of mischief in their depths that immediately put you on edge.

“Logan?” you prompted, more cautious this time.

“Just thought we’d take a minute,” he said, his voice rough but calm, carrying that familiar rasp that always made your stomach flip.

Your brow furrowed as you gestured toward the road ahead. “We’re on the side of the freeway. A minute for what?”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned across the console, his hand brushing against your cheek as he captured your lips in a kiss. It was deliberate, unhurried, and so intense it left you momentarily stunned.

When he finally pulled back, your breath was uneven, your glasses slightly askew.

“Logan,” you started, voice tinged with disbelief. “We’re on the side of the road. Anyone could see us!”

His smirk was infuriatingly confident. “Ain’t nobody out here but us, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but he didn’t give you the chance. His hand slid behind your neck, drawing you back to him. This time, the kiss was firmer, his other hand moving to rest lightly on your waist. You tried to maintain some semblance of resolve, your mind racing with all the practical reasons why this was a terrible idea.

“Logan,” you mumbled against his lips, trying to twist away, but his growl of annoyance stopped you cold.

“Stop overthinkin’,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. His lips moved against yours again, more insistent now, and you felt your resistance faltering.

Your hands, which had initially braced against his chest in protest, found themselves clutching his shirt instead, fingers curling into the fabric. The console between you pressed uncomfortably into your side, but Logan didn’t seem to notice—or care.

“This isn’t… practical,” you managed to say between kisses, though the argument was growing weaker by the second.

“Didn’t stop you earlier,” he shot back, his voice thick with amusement and something darker that made your stomach tighten.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with heat. There was a challenge in them, daring you to say no, to push him away for real this time. But you didn’t.

With a resigned sigh—and a muttered quip at your own lack of willpower—you shifted in your seat, awkwardly maneuvering yourself over the console. Logan’s hands were immediately on your hips, steadying you as you clambered into his lap. He pushed the seat back to give you more room, his movements calm and deliberate, as though this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Better?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear as his hands settled on your thighs.

You adjusted your glasses, your face burning. “No. This is ridiculous.”

Logan chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “You’re the one who climbed over, darlin’.”

“You left me no choice,” you muttered, though your voice lacked conviction. Your hands rested on his shoulders now, fingers brushing against the warm skin where his collar dipped low.

“Didn’t hear you complainin’,” he teased, his lips finding the curve of your jaw. You let out a shaky breath, your resolve crumbling entirely as his hands slid up your sides, under the hem of your sweater.

You closed your eyes, giving in completely as his kisses trailed down your neck. His fingers found the button of your jeans, and your breath hitched as he deftly undid it.

“Logan,” you murmured, though this time it wasn’t a protest. Your voice was softer, tinged with anticipation as his hand slipped beneath the denim, his touch igniting a fire that had been simmering between you all day.

Logan’s fingers pressed more firmly against you, his other hand holding your waist steady on his lap. His mouth brushed your ear, his voice low and coaxing. “C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

You bit your lip, your head tipping back against the roof of the truck as his fingers moved with an infuriatingly slow rhythm. “Logan,” you whispered, your voice trembling, barely above a breath.

He growled, his lips traveling along your jaw to your neck. “That’s not what I want. Don’t be shy. Nobody’s here but me.”

Your hands tightened on his shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt as your body betrayed you, arching closer to him. “Feels so good,” you managed, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

“That’s better,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. The soft scrape sent a shiver down your spine, and the sound that escaped your lips was louder this time. He rewarded you with a pleased hum, his fingers quickening their pace as if daring you to keep going.

Your mind raced, the logical part of you trying to fight against the heat building inside you, but Logan was relentless. His lips found the hollow of your throat, and he bit down gently, sending a sharp jolt of sensation through you.

“Logan,” you gasped, louder now, your head tipping forward as your hands clutched at his biceps. “Oh, God…”

He growled again, the sound vibrating against your skin. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he rasped. “Knew you could do it, darlin’.”

Your glasses slid down your nose, and you shoved them back up hastily, though your trembling hands made it almost impossible. Logan’s grin was all sharp edges as he watched you, his own breath uneven, but he didn’t let up. His thumb brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core, and your hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.

“Don’t stop,” you said, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he replied, his voice thick with desire. His lips captured yours in a deep, unyielding kiss, swallowing the moans that spilled from your mouth as his fingers worked you over.

The truck’s interior felt impossibly small, the windows fogging slightly as the tension between you built to a fever pitch. Logan shifted beneath you, his hips pressing up in response to the way your body moved against him. His free hand slid up your back, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.

“You’re so damn beautiful like this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and reverent all at once. “Can’t get enough of you.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as you finally gave up trying to stifle the sounds spilling from you. “Logan,” you moaned, his name a plea, a prayer, and a curse all in one.

He groaned at the sound, his lips moving down your neck again, tongue flicking over the marks he’d left. “That’s it, darlin’,” he coaxed. “Let it all out. Don’t hold back for me.”

The coil in your stomach tightened, your body trembling as the sensation built higher and higher. Your hands gripped his shoulders so tightly you were sure you’d leave marks that would only last seconds, but Logan didn’t seem to care. If anything, he seemed to thrive on the way you clung to him, his own restraint fraying with every noise you made.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

His words sent you over the edge, the pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Your head fell against his shoulder, and you cried out, his name spilling from your lips in a broken, desperate sound that echoed through the quiet truck. Logan didn’t stop, his fingers working you through the high until you were trembling in his arms.

When you finally came down, your breath still ragged, you felt his hand gently smoothing over your back, his lips pressing soft kisses to your hairline. “You okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now, the edge of teasing replaced with something softer.

You nodded, your cheek resting against Logan’s shoulder as you tried to catch your breath. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. “More than okay.” You leaned in to kiss him, your glasses lightly thumping against his temple as your hands blindly reached down for his belt.

Logan caught the movement immediately, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that made your stomach flip. “You sure about this, darlin’? Not that I’m complainin’, but...” He let the teasing lilt hang, his fingers brushing along your sides. “Didn’t think you’d be the one unbucklin’ my belt out here.”

You flushed, your fingers fumbling against the leather. “You started this,” you shot back, your voice shaking slightly but resolute. “And you’re… you’re the one who—”

He chuckled, low and warm, the sound reverberating through you. “Fair point.” His hand covered yours for a moment, steadying your trembling fingers. “Here, let me.” He made quick work of the buckle, the metallic clink loud in the confined space. “Ain’t gotta be nervous with me, sweetheart.”

“I’m not nervous,” you lied, your hands sliding down to tug at his jeans. But the heat rising to your face betrayed you, and Logan wasn’t about to let it go unnoticed.

“Course you’re not,” he drawled, his tone thick with amusement. His hands settled on your hips again, his grip firm as he leaned in to nip at your bottom lip. “You’re just… determined.”

“Logan,” you said, your voice soft but edged with impatience. “Stop teasing me.”

He grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light of the truck’s cab. “You’re too easy, darlin’. But don’t worry, I’ll be good.”

As you shifted, trying to maneuver out of your own jeans, reality hit. The cramped space made it nearly impossible. You huffed in frustration, your glasses slipping down your nose as you tried to wriggle free. Logan watched you with an arched brow, clearly amused.

“Need a hand?” he offered, though the mischievous glint in his eye suggested he had something else in mind.

“It’s just… tight in here,” you muttered, tugging at the stubborn denim. “I didn’t exactly dress for this.”

Logan’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a shortcut.” Before you could question him, you heard the unmistakable snikt of his claws extending. The sound was sharp and precise, and your breath hitched as you glanced down.

“Logan,” you started, but he cut you off with a reassuring kiss.

“Relax,” he murmured against your lips. “I’m careful.”

You held still as the cool metal pressed lightly against the fabric of your jeans. With a quick, deliberate motion, Logan sliced through the denim and your underwear, his claws never so much as grazing your skin. The ruined fabric fell away, leaving you exposed and breathless.

“Told ya I’d take care of it,” he said, his voice low and husky as he retracted his claws. His hands immediately returned to your hips, pulling you closer. “Now, c’mere.”

Before you could respond, Logan shifted beneath you, his strong hands guiding you as he pushed into you with a slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch was overwhelming, his size forcing you to take him inch by inch. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“Missed me, didn’t she?” Logan rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction. His hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you steady as he bottomed out inside you. “Could’ve told me sooner, darlin’. Would’ve taken care of her right away.”

Your head tipped back, a breathless “mmhmm” the only response you could manage. The sensation of him filling you completely was almost too much, your body trembling in his lap.

Logan’s grin widened, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re doin’ so good for me, sweetheart.”

Your hands slid into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as you rocked against him. “Oh, God,” you breathed, your voice breaking as he began to move. “Right there, honey. Right there.”

Logan groaned, the sound guttural and raw as he thrust up into you. His pace was measured at first, each movement deliberate and controlled, but as your nails raked across his scalp, his restraint began to slip.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate. His hands roamed over your body, one sliding up to cup your breast through your sweater while the other gripped your waist, guiding your movements. “Don’t hold back on me now, Y/N. Let me hear you.”

Your hips moved in time with his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you. “Logan,” you moaned, his name a breathless plea. “You feel so… so good.”

He growled in response, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck that made your entire body arch against him. “That’s it, darlin’. Just like that. You’re perfect.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan. The sound was deep and rough, vibrating against your skin as his teeth scraped lightly over your collarbone. “Keep makin’ those sounds,” he urged, his voice ragged. “Drives me wild.”

You couldn’t stop the cries spilling from your lips, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Logan’s pace quickened, his movements growing more urgent as he chased his own release. The tension between you was electric, every touch and sound amplifying the intensity.

“Logan,” you gasped, your voice trembling. “I… I’m gonna—”

“I’ve got you,” he interrupted, his tone fierce and possessive. “Let go for me, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

His words sent you spiraling, your body tightening around him as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Your cry echoed in the small space, and Logan followed close behind, his groan rumbling through your chest as he found his release. He held you tightly, his hands gripping you like a lifeline as you both rode out the aftershocks.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause, the only sounds in the truck your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the radio. Logan’s arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to your temple.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now, the teasing edge replaced with genuine concern.

You nodded, your head resting against his shoulder. “Yeah,” you murmured, your voice still shaky. “Better than okay.”

He chuckled softly, his hands moving to rub soothing circles on your back. “Good.” He tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours. “Didn’t mean to make such a mess of your jeans, though.”

A laugh bubbled out of you, light and unrestrained. “Guess I’ll have to borrow one of your flannels for the ride back.”

Logan’s grin widened, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You can have all the flannels you want, darlin’. Long as you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable as you leaned in to kiss him again, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

And even though the ice cream was melted when you got to the mansion, and Ororo gave the two of you a lecture about it, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

---

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You were usually great at multitasking, but pumping while grading physics homework probably wasn’t your best idea. The steady hum of the pump filled the quiet corner of your bedroom, and every few minutes, Gabby’s baby monitor crackled softly, broadcasting her occasional coos and babbles from the nursery.

“Maybe I’ll finish this last paper before she wakes up,” you muttered, glancing at the clock on your desk. You adjusted your glasses, eyes scanning the barely legible handwriting of one of your students. “Or maybe not, if Todd keeps writing his answers in chicken scratch.”

A quiet knock at the door startled you. Before you could answer, Logan’s voice came through. “You decent?”

“Yes,” you called, setting the paper aside and pausing the pump. “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Logan stepped inside, holding two mugs of tea. His sharp gaze swept over you, then the pump, then the papers scattered across your desk. “This what you call takin’ it easy?”

“I’m not overdoing it,” you said defensively, though the tension in your shoulders probably said otherwise. “I’m multitasking.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” He walked over, setting one of the mugs in front of you and leaning against the desk. “Didn’t realize you had three hands.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up the mug. “I’m fine, Logan. It’s just grading.”

“And pumping,” he added, his smirk softening into something closer to a grin. “You ever think about askin’ someone else to handle this stuff for a day?”

"What, and letting you pump?" You poked Logan’s chest, your fingertip bouncing off the solid muscle. “You don’t have the assets for that.”

Logan smirked, catching your hand before you could pull it back. “No, but I’ve got the patience to remind you to take a damn break every now and then.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself. “I don’t need reminding. I’m fine.”

“You’re fine, huh?” Logan tilted his head, still holding your hand as he raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure fine people don’t try to grade papers while attached to a milk machine.”

You let out an exasperated laugh. “You make it sound so dignified.”

He grinned, leaning in just enough to let his voice drop. “Ain’t no shame in it, darlin’. Just sayin’ you don’t need to do it all at once.”

You sighed, your shoulders softening as you looked up at him. “I know. I just... I like feeling productive. If I don’t keep moving, I feel like I’m slacking.”

Logan huffed, letting go of your hand only to brush his fingers against your cheek. “You’re raisin’ a baby, teachin’ classes, and keepin’ the whole mansion from fallin’ apart. If that’s slackin’, I’d love to see what busy looks like.”

“It’s not about being busy,” you murmured, your voice quieter now. “It’s about... I don’t know. Feeling like I’m still me, I guess.”

Logan’s hand slid to the back of your neck, his touch warm and grounding. “You’re still you, sweetheart. Whether you’re teachin’ physics or sittin’ here with Gabby strapped to your chest, you’re still the same person. Don’t need to prove nothin’.”

You let his words settle over you, your fingers idly tracing the edge of your desk. “It’s hard sometimes. Remembering that.”

“That’s why you’ve got me,” Logan said simply, his thumb brushing lightly against your neck. “When you forget, I’ll remind you.”

You smiled at him, your heart swelling at the quiet sincerity in his tone. “You’re annoyingly good at that, you know.”

“Damn right I am,” he said with a smirk, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back. “Now, finish up here and come downstairs. Laura’s got Gabby, and I’ve got somethin’ I want to show you.”

“What kind of something?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll see,” he said, already heading for the door. “Don’t take too long.”

“Bossy,” you called after him, though there was no heat in your tone.

---

In the backyard, the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the lawn, where Laura sat cross-legged with Gabby propped up on a soft blanket. Gabby was babbling happily, her chubby hands reaching for the toys scattered around her.

“What’s going on?” you asked as Logan led you outside. Laura looked up and gave a small wave but didn’t get up, her attention returning to Gabby.

“Just thought we’d spend some time out here,” Logan said, motioning toward the small table set up nearby. Two mugs of tea sat waiting, along with a plate of cookies that had clearly come from the kitchen’s communal stash.

You smiled, your chest tightening at the simple thoughtfulness of it. “This is your big surprise? Tea and cookies?”

“Not just that,” Logan said, pulling out one of the chairs for you. “Figured you could use a break, sit back, and watch the kid go nuts with her toys.”

You sat down, adjusting your glasses as you glanced at Gabby, who was now chewing on a brightly colored block. “She looks pretty content.”

“She’s havin’ a good day,” Logan said, sitting across from you and leaning back in his chair. His eyes softened as he watched Laura gently hand Gabby another toy. “Thought you might wanna see it without worryin’ about a million other things.”

You wrapped your hands around the warm mug, your smile lingering. “You’re full of surprises, Logan.”

He smirked, reaching for his own mug. “Gotta keep you on your toes, don’t I?”

As the two of you sat there, sipping tea and watching Gabby’s tiny world unfold, you felt a quiet kind of peace settle over you. It wasn’t perfect, and it didn’t need to be. This was your life—messy, chaotic, and filled with love.

---

9 Months

"Ah-ah-ah-ah," Gabby repeated, smacking her tiny hand against the highchair tray with increasing determination. Her eyes were wide, her gummy smile bright, as though she was conducting some kind of concert.

You leaned forward, adjusting your glasses with one hand while wiping a glob of mashed sweet potato from the corner of Gabby’s mouth with the other. “You’re really into this, huh? Are we raising a singer, or are you just testing your lungs again?”

Gabby responded with another loud, triumphant "Ah!" before smacking the tray even harder.

Logan leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She’s got a hell of a sense of rhythm, I’ll give her that. You sure she didn’t get that from you?”

You rolled your eyes, scooping up another spoonful of sweet potato. “I can barely clap on beat, Logan. This is all her.” You waved the spoon in front of Gabby’s face. “Alright, sweetie, let’s take a break from the drum solo and try some more food.”

Gabby’s eyes locked on the spoon, her hands pausing mid-air. She opened her mouth slightly, but the moment the sweet potato hit her tongue, her face scrunched up in exaggerated disapproval.

“Really?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “You loved this yesterday.”

Logan chuckled, pushing off the counter to come closer. “She’s got opinions now. Can’t expect her to eat the same thing two days in a row.”

“She’s a baby,” you countered, wiping her chin as the sweet potato dribbled out. “She doesn’t know what opinions are.”

“Try tellin’ her that,” Logan said, crouching beside Gabby’s highchair. He tapped lightly on the tray, drawing her attention. “What’s the problem, kid? You too fancy for sweet potatoes now?”

Gabby responded by smacking her hand down again, this time sending the spoon clattering to the floor.

“Guess that’s a no,” Logan said, his smirk widening as he straightened up. “Looks like she’s takin’ after me with the stubborn streak.”

“I thought we weren’t assigning her personality traits yet,” you teased, reaching down to grab the spoon.

Logan shrugged, grabbing a clean spoon from the drying rack and holding it out to you. “Might be too early for that, but the evidence is piling up.”

You sighed, taking the spoon and scooping up a smaller portion of the puree. “Okay, one more try, Gabby. If you don’t want it, we’ll call it a draw.”

Gabby’s expression softened as you brought the spoon closer. She hesitated, her little lips parting just enough for you to slide the spoon in. This time, she swallowed it without fuss, though her face still held a trace of skepticism.

“There we go,” you said softly, a triumphant smile spreading across your face. “See? It’s not so bad.”

Logan leaned over, his arm brushing against yours as he watched Gabby closely. “You’re just playin’ games with us, aren’t ya, kid?”

Gabby let out another loud babble, smacking the tray one last time for good measure. Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, thought so.”

As you set the spoon down and reached for a damp cloth, the sound of small footsteps padded into the kitchen. Laura appeared in the doorway, her sharp eyes darting between the two of you and Gabby.

“Why is she so loud?” Laura asked, crossing her arms.

“She’s practicing her vocals,” Logan said, his tone dry as he turned to lean against the counter again. “Maybe she’ll front a band one day.”

Laura frowned, tilting her head slightly as she studied Gabby. “She just yells for no reason.”

“It’s not for no reason,” you said, wiping Gabby’s sticky hands. “She’s learning how to communicate. Babbling helps her figure out sounds.”

Laura didn’t look entirely convinced but stepped closer, her gaze lingering on Gabby. “She’s messy.”

“She’s nine months old,” Logan said, smirking as he ruffled Laura’s hair. “Mess comes with the territory.”

Laura ducked out of his reach, scowling at him before turning her attention back to Gabby. “Can I feed her?”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at Logan, who gave a small shrug. “Sure,” you said, handing Laura the spoon. “Just be gentle, okay?”

Laura took the spoon carefully, her brow furrowed in concentration as she scooped up a bit of the puree. She held it out in front of Gabby, who blinked at her, seemingly unsure of what to do with this new development.

“Open your mouth,” Laura said flatly, her tone more commanding than coaxing.

Gabby stared at her for a long moment, then let out a loud squeal before clumsily grabbing the spoon and smearing the sweet potato all over her face.

Logan barked out a laugh, clapping Laura lightly on the shoulder. “Nice try, kid.”

Laura frowned, handing the spoon back to you. “She doesn’t listen.”

“She’s not ready for instructions yet,” you said gently, wiping Gabby’s face again. “But you did fine, Laura. She’s just… exploring.”

Laura huffed, crossing her arms again. “She’s weird.”

Logan smirked, glancing at Gabby, who had resumed banging her hands against the tray. “Yeah, she’s weird. But she’s our weird.”

“Can I take her to my room? I want to read her a book,” Laura said, standing beside Gabby’s highchair with her arms crossed, her expression as neutral as ever.

You blinked, slightly taken aback by the request, but then nodded. “Sure, Laura. Just be careful with her, okay?”

Logan arched an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he took Gabby out of her highchair and passed her to Laura with surprising ease. Gabby gurgled, grabbing at the collar of Laura’s shirt, her tiny fingers clinging tightly.

“I’ll be careful,” Laura said, her voice steady as she adjusted Gabby’s position. She didn’t wait for further instructions, heading out of the kitchen with Gabby in her arms.

You exchanged a glance with Logan, who smirked faintly. “Guess she’s gettin’ attached.”

“She’s been helping out a lot lately,” you said softly, watching the doorway. “I think it’s good for her. Gives her something to focus on.”

Logan shrugged, his smirk turning into a grin. “Good for us, too. Gabby’s got another set of eyes on her. Not that Laura misses much.”

As Laura carried Gabby upstairs, her low muttering drifted down the hallway. “Mom and Dad were gonna get all kissy and mushy, and I didn’t want you to suffer through it. You’re welcome.”

Neither you nor Logan caught her words, too busy sipping tea and chatting about how much Gabby had started babbling lately.

---

Upstairs, Laura walked into her room, kicking the door shut gently behind her. She set Gabby down on a soft blanket spread out on the floor, carefully arranging a few stuffed animals and books within Gabby’s reach.

Gabby immediately grabbed one of the stuffed animals—a slightly squashed bunny—and started chewing on its ear.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to do,” Laura said, sitting cross-legged beside her. She picked up a book, flipping it open to a random page. “You’re supposed to listen. It’s a story. Not a chew toy.”

Gabby let out a happy squeal, smacking the bunny against her leg as Laura sighed. “Fine. I’ll read anyway.”

She cleared her throat and started reading in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice. “Once upon a time, there was a bear who didn’t want to hibernate…”

---

Back in the kitchen, Logan leaned against the counter, his arms crossed as he watched you finish tidying up. “You think she’s really readin’ to Gabby, or just sittin’ there quietly?”

“Probably a mix of both,” you said, smiling as you rinsed a dish. “But honestly, I think Gabby just likes being around her. Laura has this… calmness about her. Even if she doesn’t think so.”

Logan huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Calm, huh? Guess that’s one way to put it.”

You dried your hands and turned to face him, adjusting your glasses. “She’s done a lot for someone her age. Watching Gabby seems to make her feel more… normal. Or as normal as things can be around here.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Yeah. She’s got a good heart. Just gotta let her figure it out in her own time.”

You walked over to him, resting your hand on his arm. “That’s what we’re here for, right? To help her figure it out?”

Logan’s lips twitched into a small smile. “You’ve got a knack for helpin’ people find their way, darlin’. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised she’s takin’ to you.”

Your cheeks warmed slightly, and you tilted your head toward the doorway. “You saying we should check on them, or are you worried Gabby’s got Laura wrapped around her finger?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Nah. Laura can handle herself. But Gabby? She’s got a way of gettin’ what she wants.”

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Sounds like someone else I know.”

“Can’t imagine who you’re talkin’ about,” Logan replied, his voice low and teasing as his hand brushed lightly against yours.

---

In Laura’s room, Gabby had abandoned the bunny in favor of crawling toward Laura’s lap. Laura set the book down, watching Gabby with a puzzled expression as the baby reached up, her tiny hands grabbing at Laura’s sleeve.

“What are you doing?” Laura asked, though there was no real annoyance in her tone. She hesitated for a moment before carefully lifting Gabby onto her lap.

Gabby gurgled, smacking her hands against Laura’s legs before letting out a delighted squeal. Laura sighed, shaking her head. “You’re weird. But I guess you’re not terrible.”

Gabby let out another happy sound, leaning her head against Laura’s chest. For a moment, Laura sat still, unsure of what to do. Then, slowly, she wrapped her arms around Gabby, holding her close.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Laura muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

And in her own quiet way, she meant it.

---

Every time the three of you were in the same room, Gabby’s gaze would dart back and forth between you and Logan as though she were keeping track of something only she understood. You didn’t think much of it at first—babies were curious about everything—but the pattern became impossible to ignore.

The soft glow of the Christmas lights you and Rogue strung up around the common room bathed the space in warm colors. Gabby sat on the floor with a stack of brightly colored nesting cups, occasionally toppling them over with a delighted squeal. You and Logan were on the couch, your legs tucked under you as you skimmed through a science journal article.

Logan leaned back, his arm stretched across the back of the couch, his attention flicking between the TV and you. “You’ve been starin’ at that thing for twenty minutes, darlin’. You figure out what’s so damn fascinating yet?”

You adjusted your glasses and smiled, keeping your eyes on the article. “I’m cross-referencing this data with the lesson plan I’ve been working on. It’s... interesting.”

“Interesting, huh?” Logan drawled, his tone dripping with mock skepticism. “Or are you just avoidin’ admitin’ you’re stuck?”

“I’m not stuck,” you replied, nudging his knee with your foot. “I’m refining.”

“Uh-huh,” he said with a smirk, leaning closer. “Let me know when you’re done refining so I can steal your attention back.”

You set the journal down with a chuckle, turning toward him. “You’ve got my attention now, don’t you?”

“Damn right I do,” Logan said, leaning in as his hand settled on your leg. His lips met yours, warm and familiar, and the kiss lingered just long enough for the world to blur at the edges.

“Ah!” Gabby’s sudden exclamation made you pull back, her voice sharp and clear over the soft hum of the TV. She clapped her tiny hands together, her wide eyes locked on you and Logan.

You glanced at her, your cheeks flushing slightly as you adjusted your glasses. “What was that, sweetheart?”

Gabby smacked her hands against the floor and let out another loud, triumphant “Ah!” before babbling, “ki-k-ki-s-ki.”

Logan leaned forward, his brow furrowing. “She got somethin’ to say, or is she just givin’ us a performance?”

“Probably both,” you said, smiling as you reached down to hand her one of the cups. “She’s very expressive tonight.”

Gabby took the cup, shook it with both hands, and then looked directly at you and Logan again. This time, her little mouth formed the word slowly, deliberately: “kissy.”

Your eyes widened, and Logan’s smirk froze in place. For a beat, neither of you spoke, both too stunned to react.

“Kissy!” Gabby repeated, louder this time, her voice full of triumph as if she’d just mastered a critical life skill.

Logan barked out a laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to suppress a laugh that quickly turned into a giggle. “Did she just—? She—oh my God.”

Gabby clapped her hands again, clearly pleased with herself. “Kissy!”

“She knows what she’s sayin’,” Logan said, shaking his head with a grin. “That little troublemaker.”

You looked at Gabby, who was now grinning ear to ear, her tiny teeth just beginning to peek through her gums. “Where did you even learn that word?”

“Kissy!” she said again, her excitement undeterred.

Logan glanced toward the door. “I got a theory.”

Before you could ask, Laura appeared, her small frame leaning against the doorway. “What’s going on?”

You raised an eyebrow, gesturing toward Gabby. “She just said ‘kissy.’ Do you know anything about that?”

Laura’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something behind her eyes—amusement, maybe guilt. “She sees you two all the time,” Laura said flatly. “It’s not a mystery.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “You been teachin’ her to say it?”

“I didn’t teach her,” Laura said, her tone as matter-of-fact as ever. “I just told her what you were doing.”

You blinked, your voice caught somewhere between disbelief and laughter. “And what exactly did you tell her?”

Laura shrugged. “That you’re always kissing. And it’s mushy.”

“Mushy?” Logan repeated, his eyebrows shooting up.

Laura nodded, her expression unflinching. “Yeah. You’re mushy.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, leaning into Logan’s side as your shoulders shook. “She’s not wrong,” you said between giggles.

Logan sighed, running a hand over his face, though the corners of his mouth betrayed a faint smirk. “This place is somethin’ else.”

Gabby babbled again, clearly enjoying the chaos she’d caused, and Laura turned to leave, her mission apparently accomplished.

As the room quieted again, Logan glanced down at Gabby, who was now chewing on her cup with great enthusiasm. “Kissy, huh?” he said, his voice low and amused.

“She’s observant,” you said, still smiling as you brushed a hand over Gabby’s soft head. “And apparently, so is Laura.”

Logan chuckled, pulling you closer. “Guess we’re gonna have to watch ourselves.”

“Not a chance,” you said, tilting your head up to kiss him again.

From her spot on the floor, Gabby squealed in delight. “Kissy!”

---

It was close to the end of the school day, and the common room was alive with soft noise. Laura sat cross-legged on the floor, her small fingers carefully hitting a few notes on the xylophone before handing the mallet to Gabby, who immediately smacked it down with more enthusiasm than rhythm.

Rogue was on the other side of the room, picking up the scattered toys Gabby had left in her wake. “You got a real knack for chaos, little one,” she said over her shoulder, glancing at the baby, who seemed completely unfazed by the remark.

Gabby hit another loud note on the xylophone, pausing to glance at Laura as if expecting applause. Laura gave a tiny nod, her version of approval, then hit another sequence of notes for Gabby to imitate.

As Gabby’s mismatched melody filled the room, Remy strolled in, flipping a card idly between his fingers. His easy smirk widened when he saw Rogue. “Cher, you tryin’ to clean this place, or just rearrangin’ the mess?”

Rogue straightened, tossing a plush bear into a nearby bin. “Someone’s gotta keep it from lookin’ like a toy store exploded.”

“Could leave it,” Remy suggested, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Keeps things interesting.”

Rogue rolled her eyes but didn’t respond, her attention turning back to the floor.

Gabby, meanwhile, had stopped her xylophone performance. Her bright eyes locked onto Remy and Rogue, watching them intently. She clumsily pushed herself onto all fours, crawling toward Rogue with determination.

“Where you off to, Gabby?” Laura asked, her tone flat but curious as she watched the baby make her way across the room.

Gabby stopped a few feet from Rogue and sat back on her heels, her hands clapping together as she exclaimed, “kissy!”

Rogue froze mid-reach for a toy, her head snapping toward Gabby. “What’d she just say?”

“Kissy!” Gabby repeated, her voice louder this time, her little fists hitting the floor for emphasis.

Remy chuckled, crouching beside Gabby with his trademark grin. “Now that’s a word I can get behind. You rootin’ for me, petite?”

Gabby giggled, clapping again as if cheering him on.

Rogue looked at him, her expression a mix of amusement and warning. “Don’t you even think about it, Remy.”

“Why not? The little one’s givin’ me the go-ahead,” he teased, leaning slightly closer to Rogue.

Before Rogue could respond, Logan’s gruff voice cut through the room like a blade. “I don’t wanna see that.”

Everyone turned to find Logan standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and his expression far from amused. His sharp eyes darted between Remy and Rogue before settling on Gabby, who looked entirely too pleased with herself.

“Logan,” Rogue said, exasperated. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, I know what it looks like,” Logan grumbled, stepping further into the room. “And I don’t wanna see it.”

Remy straightened, his smirk not quite as wide but still firmly in place. “Relax, homme. Just a little fun.”

Logan’s glare didn’t falter. “You wanna have fun? Go shuffle a deck of cards. Away from Rogue.”

Gabby let out another cheerful “kissy!” and Logan sighed, running a hand over his face.

He crouched beside her, his tone softening as he grumbled, “What’s with you cheerin’ them on, huh? You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?”

Gabby tilted her head at him, her wide eyes uncomprehending but curious. She reached out, patting his arm as if to reassure him.

Logan’s lips twitched into the faintest smile, but he quickly covered it up, standing and turning back to Rogue and Remy. “You two—keep it PG.”

Rogue huffed, tossing another toy into the bin. “It was PG until you walked in here, Logan.”

Remy chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Guess we’ll keep it that way, then.”

Laura stood, picking up the xylophone as she watched the scene unfold. “Gabby started it,” she said matter-of-factly, setting the toy on a nearby shelf.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Logan said, glancing at the baby, who had crawled over to his boots and was now trying to pull herself up. He scooped her up with a practiced ease, holding her against his chest. “You got somethin’ else to say, troublemaker?”

Gabby responded by grabbing a fistful of his shirt and babbling happily, her earlier declaration of “kissy” seemingly forgotten.

Logan shook his head, his expression softening as he glanced down at her. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Rogue smirked, tossing a stuffed animal onto the pile. “She gets it from her mama.”

Logan didn’t argue, but his small smile lingered as he carried Gabby toward the door. “C’mon, kid. Let’s go find your ma before you start more trouble.”

As Logan left the room, Gabby let out a delighted squeal, her tiny hands still clutching his shirt.

Rogue and Remy exchanged a glance, Rogue shaking her head with a faint smile. “He’s gonna be impossible now.”

Remy grinned, leaning closer. “Maybe, but it’s fun to watch.”

“Don’t push it,” Rogue warned, though her smile betrayed her.

---

10 Months

“She’s not gonna like that.” Logan commented, leaning against the doorway of Gabby’s room as you put her stuffed bear—one she called Nova—into the laundry basket.

"Logan, it needs to be washed. It’ll only take a few hours. I’m sure we can stall her long enough, and she won’t even know it’s missing," you said, tucking Gabby’s beloved stuffed bear, Nova, into the laundry basket.

Logan leaned against the doorway of Gabby’s room, his arms crossed and a skeptical look on his face. “You’re underestimatin’ her. She’s got instincts when it comes to that thing. You’ll be lucky to make it halfway down the hall before she notices.”

“She’s not that attached,” you said, though your tone faltered slightly. “Right, Laura?”

Laura didn’t look up from her spot on the floor, where she was playing an uncharacteristically enthusiastic game of peekaboo with Gabby. “She takes it everywhere. She sleeps with it. She even tried to put it in the fridge yesterday.”

“Great,” Logan muttered, pushing off the doorframe. “Told ya.”

You sighed, adjusting your glasses as you hefted the basket. “It’s fine. She’s playing right now. By the time she notices, Nova will be fresh, clean, and back in her arms.”

Logan followed you into the hallway, his boots thudding softly against the floor. “Your optimism’s cute, sweetheart, but it’s gonna blow up in your face.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting the basket as you started walking. “I’m not backing down. She’ll survive without it for a couple of hours.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that,” Logan said, his smirk audible even without looking at him.

As the two of you walked, your pace slower than usual thanks to the weight of the basket, you felt a slight tug on your pajama pant leg. You frowned, glancing down, only to freeze in place.

Gabby stood there, her tiny body wobbling slightly as she balanced on her own two feet. She looked up at you with wide, determined eyes, her small hands reaching up toward the basket.

“Nova,” she said, her voice clear and purposeful.

Your jaw dropped. “Logan.”

“Yeah?” His voice had an edge of concern as he turned to look at you.

“She… she walked,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Logan’s gaze darted to Gabby, and his eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of her standing, clutching your pants for balance. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, crouching beside her. “You takin’ your first steps to save a stuffed bear, huh, princess?”

Gabby looked at him briefly, then back at the basket, her hand tugging your leg again. “Nova,” she repeated, her voice insistent.

You set the basket down carefully, kneeling in front of her. “Sweetheart, you walked! That’s amazing! You’re amazing!” You couldn’t stop the proud smile spreading across your face, even as Gabby’s focus stayed firmly on Nova.

Logan reached out, steadying her with a hand on her back as she shifted on her feet. “Guess she’s got priorities,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Gabby’s gaze didn’t waver. She pointed at the basket, her small finger aimed directly at the stuffed bear buried beneath the laundry. “Nova.”

You exchanged a look with Logan, who raised an eyebrow. “Told ya.”

You sighed, reaching into the basket to retrieve Nova. The bear was stained and worn from months of love, its fur sticking out in odd directions, but Gabby’s face lit up the moment you handed it to her.

She grabbed Nova tightly, hugging the bear to her chest as she plopped down onto her bottom with a satisfied grunt.

“Well, so much for sneaking it away,” you said, pushing your glasses up your nose as you sat back on your heels.

“She won this round,” Logan said, standing and crossing his arms. His expression softened as he watched Gabby, who was now babbling happily at Nova as if the bear had been on an epic journey. “But hey, at least she walked for it.”

You reached out, brushing a hand over Gabby’s soft head. “That she did. And she said ‘Nova’ again. That’s two milestones in one day.”

“Overachiever,” Logan said with a smirk, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “You gonna keep Nova here and let her celebrate, or try to sneak it into the wash later?”

“I think she’s earned a break,” you said with a small laugh, watching as Gabby lifted Nova and waved the bear around in triumph. “We’ll figure out the cleaning part another time.”

“Smart choice,” Logan said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “C’mon. Let’s get this laundry done while she’s distracted. If we’re lucky, maybe Laura’ll keep her busy.”

Gabby looked up at Logan, clutching Nova tightly. “No,” she said simply, her tone firm.

Logan barked out a laugh. “Well, guess that settles that.”

You shook your head, unable to hide your smile as you scooped Gabby up, Nova and all. “Come on, troublemaker. Let’s see if Laura can tire you out while we try to finish one chore today.”

Logan picked up the laundry basket as you walked back to her room. “How the hell did she even come up with the name ‘Nova’?”

You shifted Gabby to a more comfortable position on your hip, her little hand smacking lightly against your glasses as you avoided her playful grab. “Oh, I don’t know,” you said, your tone light. “Maybe she’s just creative. Or maybe you’re just upset she hasn’t said ‘Dada’ yet.”

Logan grumbled under his breath, adjusting his grip on the basket. “She hasn’t said ‘Mama’ either, so don’t get too smug about it.”

You smirked, leaning a little closer to him as you walked. “Touché.”

“Still,” Logan said, glancing at Gabby, who was now hugging Nova to her chest with all the determination her tiny body could muster. “Ain’t nobody around here sayin’ somethin’ like ‘Nova’—’cept you.”

You froze for half a second, just enough for Logan to notice. His sharp gaze flicked to you, and his brow arched. “What’s that look for?”

“I don’t have a look,” you said quickly, though your voice carried an edge of guilt. You pushed your glasses up your nose and looked straight ahead, trying to seem casual. “It’s just a name.”

Logan’s narrowed eyes weren’t buying it. When the two of you stepped into Gabby’s room, he set the laundry basket down and crossed his arms. “Alright, out with it. You been teachin’ her that?”

You hesitated, looking at Gabby, who was happily babbling to Nova on the floor. Then your gaze drifted toward the small bookshelf in the corner of her room. The brightly colored baby books were neatly arranged—except for one outlier: your worn copy of a space encyclopedia, wedged awkwardly between Goodnight Moon and The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

Logan followed your line of sight, and his lips twitched into a knowing smirk. “You been readin’ her that thing?”

You sighed, the heat creeping up your neck as you adjusted Gabby’s blanket. “Maybe. Once or twice.”

“Once or twice, huh?” Logan walked over to the bookshelf, pulling the encyclopedia free and flipping it open. “This thing’s got more words in it than the mansion library. When’d you start?”

“About a month ago,” you admitted, glancing at Gabby, who had now abandoned Nova to chew on the corner of a toy block. “It was late, and I couldn’t handle reading The Hungry Caterpillar for the millionth time. So, I... improvised.”

Logan’s smirk widened, and he leaned against the bookshelf, flipping through the pages. “So instead of caterpillars and bedtime rhymes, you’re tellin’ her about quasars and black holes?”

“Not all at once,” you said defensively, crossing your arms. “Just little bits while I was breastfeeding her. She doesn’t mind.”

Logan closed the book and set it on the shelf, his expression softening. “You’re somethin’ else, darlin’.”

You shrugged, your fingers brushing over Gabby’s soft hair as you smiled at her. “I just thought... why not? She’s listening anyway. Might as well throw in something interesting.”

Logan crouched beside Gabby, picking up the block she’d been gnawing on. “Interesting’s one way to put it. Guess we know why she’s walkin’ around yellin’ ‘Nova’ now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, sinking onto the floor beside them. “It does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“Better than some of the other baby babble,” Logan said, offering Gabby the block again, which she grabbed with enthusiasm. He glanced at you, his smirk softening into something warmer. “She’s got good taste. Must get it from you.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed on your face as Gabby babbled happily between the two of you. “Or she just really likes space.” You looked over at Logan, “and maybe you do to.”

He snorted as he sat down next do you, “sure.”

“Mm-hmm. Says the guy who used ‘quasar’ in the same sentence as ‘black hole.’” You elbowed Logan’s side lightly, your voice teasing. “Admit it, you listen to me.”

Logan smirked, sitting back on his heels. “I listen, sweetheart. Doesn’t mean I’m startin’ a fan club or anythin’.”

“Oh, of course not,” you said with a laugh. “The great Wolverine, fascinated by a little space trivia? Unheard of.”

He reached over, plucking a block from Gabby’s pile and turning it over in his hand. “I wouldn’t call it fascination. More like… toleratin’ it.”

Gabby babbled happily, waving Nova around like a victorious flag. You reached over to gently tug the bear away from her mouth before she could soak it again. “Tolerating? That’s funny, because I seem to remember you asking me about the Hubble Constant last week.”

Logan gave you a sidelong glance, his smirk growing. “I was just makin’ conversation.”

“Sure you were,” you replied, nudging him with your foot. “Next thing I know, you’ll be asking me to explain quantum entanglement during dinner.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, leaning closer. “Though I’ll admit, I like hearin’ you talk about it. Your face lights up when you get goin’. Kinda nice to see.”

You paused, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity in his voice. Heat crept up your neck, and you adjusted your glasses, looking down at Gabby, who had resumed her enthusiastic gnawing on a block. “Well… I like talking about it,” you murmured, feeling uncharacteristically shy under his gaze.

Logan tilted his head, watching you for a moment longer before smirking again. “Knew it.”

“Knew what?” you asked, glancing at him suspiciously.

“That I’d get you all flustered,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re easy to read, darlin’.”

You huffed, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Logan said with a grin, leaning back on his hands. “But you love me for it.”

Before you could respond, Gabby let out a triumphant squeal, lifting Nova above her head like she’d just conquered a kingdom. Both of you turned to her, your laughter echoing softly through the room.

“She’s got good taste in toys,” Logan said, shaking his head as Gabby began smacking the bear against the floor in rhythmic thuds.

“She’s persistent, that’s for sure,” you said, resting your chin on your hand as you watched her. “Though maybe next time, I’ll think twice before trying to sneak it away for a wash.”

“Told ya,” Logan said with a smirk, reaching over to ruffle Gabby’s soft, wispy hair. She giggled at the motion, her eyes crinkling with delight.

---

11 Months

Gabby walked into the kitchen with the help of her small toy shopping cart. She had a few things already in it, Nova, a pair of Logan’s sunglasses���though where she got them you weren’t sure—and a teething ring.

You and Logan sat at the kitchen table, his eyes watching her like a hawk as she rounded the kitchen island to Jean and Scott. Jean leaned against the counter, sipping her tea while Scott held a banana in his hand, hanging at his side.

Gabby paused by Jean, looking up at her then at Scott before moving a few steps forward, and putting her hand around the banana. Scott looked down and lightly tugged it back, but Gabby’s grip was strong.

Scott glanced down at Gabby, who was determinedly gripping the banana, her little face scrunched with concentration. “You want this?” he asked.

Gabby’s only response was an emphatic, “ba!”

Jean sipped her tea, clearly amused. “She’s not going to back down, Scott. Might as well let her win this one.”

“She’s got a grip like a vice,” Scott muttered, trying—and failing—to wiggle the banana free from her hand without much effort. Gabby’s determination only grew, her tiny legs bouncing as she held on tighter.

“You’re gonna lose,” Logan called from the table, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. “You don’t stand a chance against her.”

Scott’s jaw tightened as Gabby gave another determined squeak. “I’m not losing to a baby.”

Jean laughed softly, setting her mug down. “You’re already losing, Scott.”

Gabby made her next move with the precision of a baby who’d been plotting this for her entire short life—she leaned her weight forward and wobbled just enough to make Scott let go, stumbling back a step. She held the banana aloft like a trophy, her victorious babble echoing through the kitchen.

Scott sighed, crossing his arms. “Fine. She wins.”

“She always wins,” Logan said, his tone smug as he stood and walked toward Gabby. “Don’t feel bad, Slim. She’s got a talent for takin’ people down.”

Gabby turned to Logan, waving the banana in triumph. “Ba!”

Logan crouched beside her, resting his forearms on his knees. “What’re you gonna do with that, huh? You don’t even like bananas.”

“She likes winning,” Jean said with a grin, watching as Gabby proudly dropped the banana into her toy cart.

You couldn’t help but laugh from your seat at the table. “She’s practicing for grocery runs already. By the time she’s two, she’ll be the one running the errands.”

Scott muttered something under his breath about unfair battles, retreating to the counter to peel another banana for himself.

“C’mere, princess,” Logan said, lifting Gabby into his arms. “You cause enough trouble for one morning?”

Gabby grabbed at his shirt with one hand and pointed toward her cart with the other, babbling with the urgency of a general giving orders.

“Yeah, I get it. You’ve got important stuff to do,” Logan said, shaking his head as he set her back down and she started walking with her cart.

“Bye-bye, Gabby.” You said.

Gabby turned briefly toward you, giving a short wave with her tiny hand before marching her toy shopping cart out of the kitchen. The sound of the plastic wheels rolling against the tile faded as she made her determined exit, leaving a moment of quiet in her wake.

---

In the middle of the day, sometime around lunch, the door to your office opened, and Gabby rolled her cart inside with Laura behind her.

Gabby came to a stop beside you and looked up before reaching into her cart, which now had more random objects, and held up your cherry lipgloss.

“Gabby, where’d you get this?” you asked, rolling the cherry lip gloss in your palm and leaning down to meet her gaze. Gabby tilted her head, her round face lighting up with a bright, gummy grin. She reached up toward the gloss as if asking for it back.

“You know, your dada really likes when I wear this,” you murmured, holding it just out of her reach. “And I haven’t been able to find it for days. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Gabby’s response was to babble something unintelligible before crawling over to her toy cart and grabbing Logan's sunglasses. She held them up triumphantly, as if revealing the spoils of her latest heist.

“Nova, the sunglasses, and now this,” you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. “You’ve been busy.”

Behind her, Laura stood with her arms crossed, watching the exchange with quiet interest. “She puts everything in that cart,” Laura said matter-of-factly. “Yesterday, she tried to take Logan’s boots.”

You stifled a laugh, imagining the chaos of Gabby attempting to drag Logan’s heavy boots across the mansion. “She’s got ambition. I’ll give her that.”

Laura tilted her head. “What’s ambition?”

“It’s when someone works really hard to get something they want,” you explained, reaching out to adjust Gabby’s slightly tilted onesie.

“Even if it’s not hers?” Laura asked, her brow furrowing as she glanced at the cart.

You laughed softly. “Sometimes, yes. But we’ll teach her about sharing eventually.”

Gabby clapped her hands together, her bright eyes darting between you and Laura as though she was reveling in the attention. She reached for the lip gloss again, her tiny fingers curling around the edge of your hand.

“Oh, no you don’t,” you said gently, pulling it back. “This is going back in my bag, young lady. And your cart’s getting a cleanout later.”

Gabby responded with a delighted squeal, clearly unbothered by your threat.

---

1 Year

“Good morning, birthday girl. Did Dada already dress you?” You crouched down beside Gabby, who was sitting on the nursery floor, her little legs kicking excitedly. The tiny shirt she wore was pink and had “1 Year of Trouble” printed across it in sparkly letters. Her pants were mismatched, a bright purple pair that didn’t remotely coordinate. Nova was tucked under her arm, looking as worn as ever.

Logan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his smirk barely concealed. “Yeah, I dressed her. Got a problem with it?”

You bit back a laugh, adjusting your glasses. “Not a problem, but maybe next time, we can aim for colors that don’t clash so hard they make my eyes water.”

“She’s a kid, not a damn fashion show,” Logan said, shrugging. “Besides, she likes it. Don’t ya, princess?”

Gabby responded with a babble and a triumphant wave of Nova, which somehow flopped out of her hand and landed at Logan’s feet. He picked it up without a second thought, tucking it back into her grasp.

You smiled, standing up and brushing your hands on your jeans. “I guess I’ll let it slide since it’s her birthday. Did you get everything ready downstairs?”

Logan tilted his head, pretending to think. “Let’s see... Balloons? Check. Cake? Check. Jean stealing half the decorations to ‘fix’ them? Double check.”

You laughed softly, crossing your arms. “That sounds about right. Did Jubilee get the piñata?”

Logan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, but she filled it with chocolate. Real smart, considering half the kids can’t eat it without making a mess.”

“She means well,” you said, nudging his arm. “And it’s not like Gabby’s even old enough to hit the piñata. It’s for the older kids.”

“Still a mess,” Logan muttered, but his smirk betrayed him. He crouched down to Gabby’s level, offering her his hand. “C’mon, kid. Let’s go see what Jean’s been up to with the decorations.”

Gabby clumsily grabbed his hand and pulled herself to her feet, wobbling slightly before steadying herself against his leg. “You’re walking like a pro now,” you said, smiling as you bent to grab your phone. “Let me get a picture before we go downstairs.”

Logan gave you a look. “Another picture? How many do you need?”

“As many as I can get,” you replied, already framing the shot as Gabby toddled toward him, her little feet barely making a sound against the floor. “It’s her first birthday, Logan. I want to remember it.”

He sighed, scooping Gabby up and holding her on his hip. “Alright, get your shot. But make it quick.”

You snapped a picture, laughing when Logan leaned into the frame just enough to make a mock-serious face. “Perfect,” you said, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “Now let’s go before Jean starts rearranging the furniture.”

---

Downstairs, the common room had been transformed into a bright and cheerful party space. Balloons in every shade of pink and yellow floated along the ceiling, and a banner reading “Happy 1st Birthday, Gabby!” stretched across the wall above a table piled high with presents. Jean was busy adjusting the streamers while Kitty and Jubilee arranged the cupcakes into the shape of a big “1.”

“Look who finally made it!” Jubilee said, grinning as she caught sight of the three of you. “Hey, birthday girl!”

Gabby squealed, reaching out toward the balloons as Logan carried her closer. “Ba!” she exclaimed, pointing toward the table.

“She’s already got her priorities straight,” Jean said with a laugh, stepping back to admire her work. “What do you think, Y/N? Does it pass the birthday party test?”

“It looks amazing,” you said, genuinely impressed. “You went all out, Jean. Thank you.”

“Of course,” Jean said, waving a hand. “I couldn’t let Gabby’s first birthday be anything less than perfect.”

Logan leaned closer to you, lowering his voice. “Perfect, huh? She’s been bossin’ us around for two hours.”

You smirked. “You’re lucky she didn’t assign you balloon duty. Or worse—streamers.”

Logan huffed, setting Gabby down on the playmat near the gift table. “She’s lucky I didn’t walk out when she suggested we put glitter on the cake.”

Jean overheard, rolling her eyes. “It was edible glitter, Logan. And I decided against it.”

“Thank God,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Gabby crawled toward the nearest balloon string, her little fingers grabbing at it with glee. Kitty crouched beside her, helping her pull it closer. “You like that one, huh?” Kitty said with a smile. “It’s all yours, birthday girl.”

As the rest of the team began to trickle in—Rogue, Remy, Scott, Ororo, Charles, and the other students—the room filled with laughter and chatter. Gabby became the center of attention, each person taking turns crouching down to her level to say hello or hand her a small toy.

Watching from the side, you leaned against Logan, his arm draped loosely around your waist. “She’s loving this,” you said softly, your heart swelling at the sight of Gabby grinning up at Rogue, who was showing her a glittery wand.

“Yeah,” Logan said, his voice low. “She deserves it.”

You glanced up at him, your hand brushing against his. “So do you.”

He looked down at you, his expression softening as he squeezed your hand lightly. “I got everything I need right here, sweetheart.”

“Hey, lovebirds!” Jubilee called from the table, holding up a cupcake with a single candle in it. “We’re ready for the big moment!”

Logan smirked, guiding you toward the table. “C’mon, darlin’. Let’s make it official.”

You followed him, your hand brushing his as you walked. Gabby was scooped up by Rogue, who carried her toward the center of the room where Jubilee was setting up the cupcake with the lit candle. Everyone gathered around, forming a loose circle, the warm hum of laughter and chatter filling the air.

“Alright, everyone,” Jubilee called, her grin wide as she held up her phone, ready to record. “It’s Gabby’s big moment! Let’s make it loud and fun!”

Jean stepped forward with a tambourine she’d somehow acquired, shaking it lightly. “Alright, on three—”

“One, two, three!”

The room erupted into a cheerful rendition of “Happy Birthday,” voices blending together in a way that was more enthusiastic than harmonious. Gabby’s wide eyes darted around the circle, her little face lighting up with pure joy as she clapped her hands to the beat.

When the song ended, Jubilee pointed toward the cupcake. “Okay, Gabby, time to make a wish and blow out the candle!”

Gabby tilted her head, staring at the tiny flickering flame like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Rogue gently guided her closer. “Alright, sugar. Just give it a little puff.”

Logan crouched beside Gabby, his hand resting lightly on her back. “C’mon, kid. You got this.”

With everyone’s encouragement, Gabby made a soft squeak and leaned forward, though it was more of a drool-filled rasp than a proper blow. The flame flickered but didn’t go out.

“Team effort!” Jean said, leaning in and gently blowing out the candle. The room burst into applause, and Gabby clapped along, her laugh bubbling over the noise.

“Alright, who wants to clean her up after she dives into that cupcake?” Kitty joked, pulling out her phone to snap a picture.

“Not it,” Scott said quickly, holding his hands up and stepping back.

“Don’t look at me,” Remy added, smirking. “I’m good with cards, not cake.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I’ll handle it. She’s got my luck anyway.”

“She’s all yours,” you teased, nudging him lightly as Jubilee handed the cupcake to Gabby.

Gabby stared at the cupcake for a moment, her small hands reaching out cautiously. She poked at the frosting, smearing it across her fingers before bringing it to her mouth. Her eyes widened as she tasted the sweetness, and without hesitation, she grabbed the entire cupcake, squishing it between her tiny fists as she giggled.

“There it is,” Rogue said with a laugh. “The mess we’ve all been waiting for.”

Logan chuckled, standing up and crossing his arms as he watched Gabby smear frosting across her face. “She’s havin’ a good time. That’s what matters.”

“She’s going to need a bath immediately,” you said, shaking your head but smiling as Gabby smeared frosting on Nova. “And probably a deep clean for Nova, too.”

“Can’t wait,” Logan said dryly, though the warmth in his tone gave him away.

As the party continued, Gabby was passed from one set of arms to another, each person showering her with love and attention. She laughed, babbled, and waved her frosting-covered hands at everyone, her joy infectious. By the end of the party, she was slumped against Logan’s chest, her little body exhausted from the excitement.

“Big day, huh?” Logan murmured, brushing a bit of frosting from her cheek with his thumb.

You leaned against him, your hand resting lightly on his arm. “She had the best time. Thank you for helping make it special.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Logan said, his voice low and steady. He glanced down at Gabby, then at you, his smirk softening into a small smile. “We’re lucky, darlin’. Real lucky.”

You nodded, your eyes meeting his. “Yeah, we are.”

like i said, that was gabby's first year, so spanning from around march 2018 to march 2019! next chapter will span the next 4-ish years

[giuseppe-yuki]

babysitting duty

gabriel bortoleto x reader

the last thing you honestly expect to wake up to is little noemi sky perched in your boyfriend’s arms. inside said boyfriend’s apartment. in the bedroom. with little sparkly bows in her hair. while you look like an absolute mess.

“what the f-” you sputter out, barely halting yourself before you are deemed a bad influence within two seconds of meeting your boyfriend’s coworker’s adorable little daughter.

gabriel sets her down gently, and pushes her encouragingly towards the bed where you sit, tangled in blankets.

“this is my girlfriend over there, noemi,” he says slowly, pointing towards you. “can you say ‘hi’?”

to you, he mouths “babysitting duty,” like that explains anything.

she peers at you, cautious, but when you move on the bed to get closer to her, she bolts like a baby deer into your boyfriend’s legs. she proceeds to grip onto one of his legs like her life depends on it and smashes her face into the material of his pants, as if to hide from you.

“aww, noemi, it’s okay,” gabby laughs, patting her little head, careful not to mess up her bows. “she’s not scary, i promise!”

you roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s words as he hoists the little girl up to comfort her more.

that’s when she starts crying at a piercing decibel.

did you really look that scary after rolling out of bed in the morning?

it seems like the way into a toddler’s heart is through food. after some dinosaur chicken nuggets, applesauce, and a packet of m&ms that you stole from your boyfriend’s secret stash, she all but snuggles up to you on the couch.

“you know, kids sure are cute,” you say, watching noemi giggle as she smashes buttons on gabriel’s phone.

gabriel hmms, next to you, eyes bright.

“yeah, but making them is the-”

the gall of this man.

“gabriel lorenzo bortoleto oliveira-” you hiss out, cutting him off. “in front of the actual child?”

“okay, okay, sorry,” he says, laughing, before smooching a kiss on your cheek. “just saying…”

you shake your head, but there’s a slight smile on your face.

you refocus your attention on noemi, watching her extreme concentration on using her little finger to tap things gabby’s phone.

it’s cute until you realize she has somehow navigated to the messages app.

“wait wait wait noemi,” you say, prying her hands away from the mobile device. “what are you doing?”

you gasp when you see what is on the screen, before laughter starts bubbling up in your throat.

gabby hasn’t seemed to have caught on yet, more invested in making a now distracted noemi giggle by tickling her belly.

when you turn his phone over towards him, his eyes widen the size of saucers before he bolts up from the couch.

“yeah, that was my reaction too,” you snort. “i don’t know how you are going to explain to jonathan wheatley the fifteen poop emojis, one urn emoji, four santa emojis, and one ‘i love you’ text.”

[dc-megatournament]

A Master List of fighters in the “Batman vs Everyone” tournament so far

If a character isn't listed here, they haven't been submitted.

List of the Fights Already Posted w/Results (in Alphabetical Order)

Red = Lost fight Against Batman

Green = Won fight Against Batman

Blue = a third option was taken

Adam West Batman =

Alphonse Elric =

Amazing Man/Will Everett = Lost

Ambush Bug/Irwin Schwab = Lost

Amy Rose = Won

Angus MacGyver = Lost

Animal Man/Buddy Baker = Lost

Annabeth Chase =

Ant-Man/Hank Pym = Lost

Aquaman/Arthur Curry = Lost

Arceus =

Arsenal/Roy Harper = Lost

Atom Smasher/Albert Rothstein = Lost

Avatar Aang = Third option; Bruce attempts to adopt Aang

Azrael/Jean Paul Valley = Lost

Aztek/Uno = Lost

Baked Beans = Won

Baldi =

Barbie = Won

Batgirl/Cassandra Cain = Won

Batman Beyond/Terry McGinnis = Lost

Batwing/David Zavimbe = Lost

Batwing/Luke Fox =

Batwoman/Kate Kane = Lost

Beast/Hank McCoy = Lost

Beetlejuice = Lost

Ben Tennyson = Lost

Big Barda/Barda Free = Won

Big Hero 6 = Lost

Bill Cipher =

Black Canary/Dinah Laurel Lance = Lost

Black Cat/Felicia Hardy = Lost

Black Lightning/Jefferson Pierce = Lost

Black Orchid/Susan Linden = Lost

Black Panther/T’Challa = Won

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff =

Bluebird/Harper Row =

Bluey Heeler =

Blade/Eric Brooks = Lost

Blue Beetle/Jaime Reyes = Lost

Blue Beetle/Ted Kord = Lost

Blue Devil/Dan Cassidy = Lost

Booster Gold/Michael Jon Carter = Lost

Brody Foxx =

Bucky Barnes = Lost

Buffy Summers = Won

Bugs Bunny = Won

Captain America/Sam Wilson = Lost

Captain America/Steve Rogers = Lost

Captain Atom/Nathaniel Adam = Lost

Captain Cold/Leonard Snart = Lost

Captain Jack Sparrow = Lost

Captain Marvel/Billy Batson = Won

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers = Lost

Cassie Hack = Lost

Catwoman/Selina Kyle = Third Option; They make out instead

Citizen Steel/Nathan Heywood = Lost

Cosmo and Wanda = Won

Crazy Jane =

Cyblade/Dominique Thiebaut = Lost

Cyborg/Victor Stone = Lost

Cyclops =

Danny Phantom =

Darwin/Armando Muñoz = Lost

Dazai Osamu =

Deadman/Boston Brand = Lost

Deku/Izuku Midoriya = Lost, Gains a father through Batman

Detective Chimp/Bobo T. Chimpanzee = Lost

Doctor Doom/Victor Von Doom = Won

Doctor Fate/Kent Nelson = Won

Doctor Fate/Khalid Nassour = Lost

Doctor Fate/Linda Strauss = Lost

Doctor Light/Kimiyo Hoshi = Lost

Dolly Parton =

Donald Duck = Won

Dr. Mid Nite/Charles McNider = Lost

Dracula (Castlevania) = Lost

Duolingo Owl =

Echo/Maya Lopez = Lost

Eda Clawthorne = Lost

Ed Dillinger =

Elektra Natchios = Lost

Element Woman/Emily Sung =

Eliot Spencer =

Ellie (TLoU) =

Elongated Man/Ralph Dibny = Lost

Elon Musk =

Elric of Melninbone =

Elsa = Lost

Elsa Bloodstone =

Emma Frost = Won

Enchantress/June Moone = Lost

Etrigan/Jason Blood = Lost

Eva-02 =

Ezio Auditore =

Finn & Jake = Won

Fire/Beatriz da Costa = Lost

Firestar =

Firestorm/Jason Rusch = Lost

Firestorm/Ronnie Raymond = Lost

Flamebird/Bette Kane =

Gabby Kinney =

Ghost Rider/Johnny Blaze = Lost

Ghoulia Yelps =

Godiva/Dorcas Leigh = Lost

Godzilla = Won

Goku = Won

Green Arrow/Connor Hawke = Lost

Green Arrow/Oliver Queen = Lost

Green Goblin/Norman Osborn = Lost

Green Lantern/Guy Gardner = Lost

Green Lantern/Hal Jordan =

Green Lantern/Jessica Cruz = Lost

Green Lantern/John Stewart = Lost

Green Lantern/Kyle Rayner = Won

Green Lantern/Simon Baz = Lost

Grumpy Bear =

Gundam Aerial = Lost

Gwen Tennyson = Lost

Gypsy/Cynthia Reynolds = Lost

Hatsune Miku = Won

Hawkeye/Clint Barton =

Hawkgirl/Kendra Saunders = Lost

Hawkman/Katar Hol/Carter Hall = Lost

Hawkwoman/Shayera Hol/Shiera Hall = Lost

Heather (TDI) = Won

Hellboy = Lost

Hello Kitty = Won

Hua Cheng = Lost

Hulk/Bruce Banner = Lost

Human Torch/Johnny Storm = Lost

Huntress/Helena Bertinelli = Lost

Ice/Tora Olafsdotter =

Iceman/Bobby Drake =

Invincible/Mark Grayson = Lost

Invisible Woman/Sue Storm = Lost

Iron Man/Tony Stark = Lost

Jade/Jennifer-Lynn Hayden = Lost

Jar Jar Binks = Lost

Jean Grey =

Jenny Sparks =

Jenny Wakeman/XJ-9 = Lost

Jerry (Tom & Jerry) = Won

Jesse Quick/Jessie Chambers = Lost

Jessica Jones = Lost

Jim Gordon = Lost

Joel Miller (TLoU) =

John Constantine = Lost

John Egbert =

John Wick = Won

Joker (Persona 2) =

Joker - Persona 5 =

Jubilee/Jubilation Lee =

Katara (ATLA) =

Katana/Tatsu Yamashiro = Lost

Katsuki Bakugou = Lost

Kazuma Kiryu =

Kim Possible = Won

Kirby = Won

Kuchipatchi =

Ladybug/Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Cat Noir/Adrien Agreste = Lost

Lan Wangji =

Legion =

Lieutenant Columbo =

Light Yagami = Lost

Lin Manuel Miranda =

Link (LoZ) =

Lobo = Lost

Luke Cage = Lost

Luke Skywalker = Lost

Madame Mirage/Angela Temple = Lost

Madame Xanadu = Lost

Magik/Illyana Rasputin = Won

Man-Bat/Dr. Robert Kirkland Langstrom = Lost

Manhunter/Kate Spencer = Lost

Mariah Carey = Won

Mario & Luigi = Won

Martian Manhunter/J’onn J’onnz = Lost

Mary Poppins =

Maxima = Lost

Max Tennyson =

May Chang =

Megatron = Lost

Metamorpho/Rex Mason = Lost

Mickey Mouse =

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers = Lost

Mister Miracle/Scott Free = Lost

 Mizu = Lost

Mon-El/Lar Gand = Lost

Monkey D Luffy = Won

Moon Knight/Marc Spector = Lost

Mr Rogers = third option; convinced Bruce to go to therapy

Mr Fantastic/Reed Richards = Lost

Ms Marvel/Kamala Khan = Lost

Mystery Inc (Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, Scooby) = Won

Naruto Uzamaki = Lost

Nightcrawler =

Nightshade/Eve Eden = Lost

Nightwing/Dick Grayson = Won

Nimona = Won

Noo Noo (Vacuum from Teletubbies)

Obsidian/Todd Rice =

Onyx Adams =

Optimus Prime =

Oracle/Barbara Gordon = Won

Orion = Lost

Ozymandias =

Percy Jackson = Won

Phantom Stranger = Lost

Phineas & Ferb = third option; Batman hires P & F

Photon/Monica Rambeau =

Pikachu = Won

Pink Panther = Won

Plastic Man/Patrick "Eel" O'Brian = Lost

Powergirl/Kara Zor L/Karen Starr = Lost

Powerhouse/Naomi McDuffie = Lost

Power Puff Girls = Third Option; Batman recruits the PPG

Puss in Boots =

Queen Hippolyta = Won

Raven = Won

Red Hood/Jason Todd = Won

Red Tornado/Ulthoon = Lost

Regina George = Won

Rick Grimes = Lost

Robin/Damian Wayne = Lost

Robin/Tim Drake = Lost

Rocket Red/Dmitri Pushkin = Lost

Rocket Red/Gavril Ivanovich = Lost

Rogue/Anna Marie LeBeau = Won

Roronoa Zoro =

Ryu (Street Fighter) =

Sailor Moon/Usagi Tsukino = Won

Saitama = Won

Sally Jackson = Won

Sanderson Sisters (Winifred, Mary, Sarah) = Lost

Sara Pezzini = Lost

Shade, the Changing Man/Rac Shade = Lost

Sharon Carter = Lost

She-Hulk/Jennifer Walters = Lost

Shen Qingqiu = Lost

She-Ra/Adora = Won

Shredder =

Slenderman =

Snoopy & Woodstock = Won

Sogeking/Usopp = Won

Sokka (ATLA) =

Solid Snake =

Sonic the Hedgehog = Won

Spawn/Al Simmons = Lost

Spider-Man/Miles Morales = Lost

Spider-Man/Peter Parker = Won

Spider Woman/Jessica Drew = Lost

Spoiler/Stephanie Brown = Won

Squirrel Girl/ Doreen Green = Won

Stan Pines =

Star Butterfly = Lost

Starfire/Koriand’r = Won

Starman/Mikaal Tomas = Lost

Star Sapphire/Carol Ferris = Lost

Steel/John Henry Irons =

Steven Universe = Third option; Batman attempted to adopt Steven

Steve (Blue Clues) =

Stitch/Experiment 626 = Won

Storm/Ororo Munroe = Won

Strawberry Shortcake = Won

Supergirl/Kara Danvers/Kara Zor-El = Won

Superman/Clark Kent/Kal El = Won

Swamp Thing/Alec Holland =

Taylor Swift =

Terezi Pyrope = Lost

The Atom/Ray Palmer = Lost

The Atom/Ryan Choi = Lost

The Bride/Beatrix Kiddo = Lost

The Crow/Eric Draven = Lost

The Cullens (Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Jasper, Rosalie, Alice, Emmett) = Lost

The Darkness/Jackie Estacado = Lost

The Doctor = Third Option; Bruce becomes The Doctor's companion

The Flash/Jay Garrick = Lost

The Flash/Wally West Lost

The Immortal Snail =

The Pope =

The Punisher/Frank Castle = Lost

The Question/Renee Montoya = Lost

The Signal/Duke Thomas = Won

The Thing/Ben Grimm =

The Warner Siblings = Won

Thor = Lost

Tigress/Artemis Crock = Lost

Tintin =

TMNT = Lost

Tom Cruise =

Toph Beifong = Won

Troia/Donna Troy = Won

Tyson (Percy Jackson) =

Ultraman =

Uncle Iroh = Won

Vampirella = Lost

Velvet Crowe =

Vibe/Cisco Ramon = Lost

Vixen/Mari McCabe = Lost

Voltron =

Walter White = Lost

Wasp/Janet Van Dyne = Lost

Winry Rockbell =

Wei Wuxian =

Wolverine/James “Logan” Howlett = Won

Wolverine/X-23/Laura Kinney = Won

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince = Won

Wonder Woman/Nubia = Won

Word Girl/Becky Botsford = Won

Xie Lian = Lost

Yami Yugi = Lost

Zatanna Zatara =

Zheng Shang-Chi = Lost

Fights That Have Yet to Be Posted (also in Alphabetical Order)

Alfred Pennyworth

All Might

Amadeus Cho

Andros (Power Rangers)

Anomalocaris canadensis

A Random Unicorn

Batman/Jace Fox

Bingo Heeler

Captain Kirk 

Carl (Llamas with Hats)

Cure Flora 

Cybermen

Cybersix

Daleks

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Darth Vader

Deadpool

Dean Winchester

Drake & Josh

Duck from Princess Tutu

Dynamite Anton

Edward Elric

Ellie Camacho

Emojibots

Emu Otori

Eraserhead

Extra Fine Neon Pink Glitter

Ford Pines

Geo-Force/Brion Markov

Ghost Spider

Giovanni Zatara

Ichigo Kurosaki 

Inuyasha

Joe Hendry

Julio Richter

Kaz Brekker 

Kendrick Lamar

Kisuke Urahara

L (Death Note)

Lady Cassandra (DW)

LEGO BATMAN vs 80s Joker

Lionblaze

Luo Binghe

Maggie Simpson

Martha Wayne (Flashpoint)

Midnighter

Ms Frizzle

Omni-Man

Paw Patrol

Plastique/Bette Sans Souci

Prodigy/David Alleyne

Rob Ford (crack smoking former mayor of Toronto)

Roy Kent

RuPaul

Sabrina Carpenter

Scar (FMA)

Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Seshomaru

Splat Black Box Dye

Stargirl/Courtney Whitmore

Suki (ATLA)

The Belchers

The Family of Blood

The Flash/Barry Allen

The Question/Vic Sage

The Ray/Ray Terrill

The Silence

Totally Spies

Tumblr Anon

Twilight Sparkle (alicorn)

Vashta Nerada

Wattpad

Zuko (ATLA)

[rcbertsugden]

Roll list of characters who were on the show in 2019:

- Nate's dead, killed by John

- Amy's dead in a limo crash and has left Matty a widow

- Leyla also died in the limo crash

- Vanessa is still around but her girlfriend died in the limo crash after kissing Rhona's mum

- Rhona and Marlon are married, Rhona acquired a baby just over a year ago and April ran away over Christmas while pregnant. The baby died and April is still struggling.

- Graham got killed a long time ago by Pierce.

- Ellis was recast and then disappeared again eventually, I can't remember why.

- Billy is now married to Dawn, but they've recently split up because Dawn wasn't in love with him anymore (aka she's been sleeping with Joe). They have a couple of adopted children and one biological child, Evan, who's been really ill for a while.

- Nicola and Jimmy are still married and happy.

- Brenda just left with Cathy on a cruise, Cathy's coming back but Brenda isn't.

- Heath died last year in a car crash caused by Angel, Cathy was accused of being behind the wheel and it was all very sad because Bob blamed her and she couldn't grieve properly while Angel stayed silent.

- Priya left a couple of years ago to be with Amba in London. Rishi died not long after, being killed by Jai's secret dad who he later ran out of town.

- Jai and Laurel split up last year. It was messy.

- Kim was widowed at christmas after Dawn's dad died of a heart attack while trying to screw her over. Joe watched, king behaviour.

- Sam and Lydia are still happy.

- Gabby has recently got with Mandy's son, Vinny, and has a child with Jamie Tate who was causing some friction, but they're now engaged I guess.

- Tracy has a child with Nate and is currently questioning why he fucked off to Scotland and hasn't been giving her child support.

- Eric is fine, he was with Brenda for a bit but then he ruined it by being Eric. He does have Parkinsons though.

- Faith died a few years ago, it was very sad and very Faith.

- Talking of, she had a secret son! Caleb, with Frank Tate. He's an absolute joy and sometimes fights with Cain but mostly has the best failmarriage in the show with Ruby, who he has two kids with. Steph will be relevant as she's on the show and is currently struggling with the revelation that her biological father is actually her grandad, as he abused Ruby and got her pregnant as a teen. Ruby killed him about it, and it's currently a big cover-up involving Caleb, Cain, John, Aaron, and Moira. Jai and Joe also know.

- Cain and Moira are still married, somehow. They've been their usual dramatic selves but I'd be here all day. Worth noting that Moira had a brain tumour over winter but is fine now.

- I'm sure everyone knows, but Liv died in a storm after being crushed by a caravan in 2022.

- Harriet also died in said storm.

- Charity and Vanessa are no longer together, she's now married to Moira's brother, Mackenzie. He and Aaron are really close and have a fab bond.

- Jacob is training to be a doctor and is a will they won't they with Sarah.

- Belle recently took over Take a Vow, she's not long out of an abusive marriage with Tom King.

- David left after Jacob got with Victoria, who David had previously been engaged to. They split up 5 minutes later so that strange storyline was pointless.

- Ross is back! He's with Steph for now, and mostly cracks jokes and fights with Joe.

- Ross revealed soon after he returned that Rebecca had died after complications following a routine surgery, and Seb ended up with an auntie in Liverpool. Robert knows, Ross visited him offscreen and told him. He gave his approval for the aunt to take Seb.

- Joe is also back, he's been very shady and has split up Dawn and Joe. Charity is suspicious of him, rightly. He needed a kidney transplant and his first one failed, so he returned to the village so he could take one from his family. He tried to get Noah's, but he was incompatible and Noah ended up drugged and stumbling onto a road which a limo swerved to avoid, hence the limo crash. He then decided to have Caleb stabbed and took his kidney, which was successful, God bless. Caleb now knows and it's chill.

- Chas is currently engaged to Dr Cavanagh (Liam), her marriage to Paddy broke down after he discovered she was sleeping with Billy and Ellis' dad (Al) and was planning to run away with him and Eve (Chas and Paddy's kid).

- Paddy is married to Mandy.

- Arthur is gay! But we never see him so.

- Manpreet split up with Charles a while ago. She had a lucky escape from Charles' awful mother, Claudette, really.

- Zak died last year, in a really heartbreaking week of episodes. Would recommend watching.

- Wendy only left the village a couple of months ago. Those two haven't watched since Robert left are. So. Lucky.

- Dan is in jail for manslaughter over punching a guy that was being creepy to Amelia

- Amelia is somewhere with Daz and her child she had with Samson

- Samson is also in jail! He was meant to be killed off but people somehow cared enough that the decision was reversed, and he just went down for perverting the course of justice instead.

- Kerry is still on the show. She had a secret daughter appear a few years ago, but thankfully, that didn't last long. She just kind of exists, really.

[doomsderry]

CMC!!

Scootaloo is very fluffy and never grew out of her baby feathers. She paints her hooves black and pierced her own ears to match Rainbow Dash's 🥰.

Sweetie Belle is the youngest of the group. She steals her sister's shampoo to make her mane super soft and shiny.

Applebloom is the oldest of the group. She takes a big leadership role, like her sister, and loves seeing things blossom into something out of nothing.

I actually really didn't have a problem with their original cutie marks, but I got bullied into redesigning their cutie marks as well :/

Personally, I liked the symbolism behind their cutie marks and the way it tied them together. Their cutie marks still played roles in some of their episodes too, like in the episode where Scootaloo's parents were trying to make her move and the cmc were trying to show them that they were destined to stay together. Or in the episode where Gabby the Griffin is introduced and they give her her own "cutie mark" which is her own personalized version of theirs to match. I just wish their cutie marks would have been explored more, like the magic behind them. This is the first time in HISTORY ponies have ever had matching cutie marks and it was only brought up once during Twilight's slideshow presentation.

I also think a mini series with 10 minute long episodes of them solving cutie mark problems would have been adorable.

[kiththecat]

ive decided that to work around everyone having the weirdest names in ajwiaap world that naming logic works the same as it does in the my little pony universe. just with less nouns and fewer double names. im talking about how sometimes, ponies have surnames, like the pies or the cakes. other times, there's an associated family name like "apple family" where they're all clearly related but not by a single last name. then we have ponies like rarity and fluttershy who have single names. but then there's the fact that fluttershys parents are called mr and mrs shy, BUT her brother is zephyr breeze? does it make sense? not really! is that perfect for a world in which the characters' names are all based on a game where no one person can have the same name and therefore have to get creative? absolutely.

so for the ajwiaap main cast ive decided this:

branzy had a last name associated with his family but had it legally removed when he moved away

clownpierce is his real name the same way fluttershys is her real name. however i also think that he got the pierce part from his mothers side of the family, and that his mother isn't from a family with as much wealth and influence as his father is, hence a reason for the pierce name to have no association with some old money family since that'd compimise safety WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT

kab and rek have single names. im so done with this im losing my mind.

what ive also notices is that it's almost exclusively ponies whose names follow the "rainbow dash" "sweetie belle" "diamond tiara" pattern, whereas other species mostly have those single standing names, like discord, gabby, gilda, garble, etc. which holds little relevance to what im trying to convey but i think that's fascinating too. especially considering the sociopolitical structure of the mlp universe.

...

im clearly onto some important world building here i shall be thinking about this

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

Now that I have written 19 (!!) Donald Pierce fics, I figure it’s probably time to organize them a bit for tumblr! So here we go!

Your Mercy’s Got Teeth, Baby: Here’s the thing. It’s technically in all of the Reavers’ contracts that they give Alkali-Transigen blanket permission to perform medical testing on their bodies after death. Donald just hadn’t figured that would still apply to someone who got revived. On the run from Alkali, Donald Pierce finds himself short on options and friends. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Logan is none too happy to see him again.

Heart, for a Loss: Five times Donald Pierce thinks he’s in love, and one time he actually is. (CW: non-con, underage)

Stand at Attention: After a tough mission, Donald Pierce and Frank Castle share some alone time.

What Nightmares May Come: The Corinthian reacquaints himself with Donald Pierce. (CW: implied non-con, implied child abuse)

What Good Girls Get: Truth be told he’d been expecting something more in line with ‘power-drunk cop’ or ‘horny marine’ when Gabby had brought up the whole roleplaying thing a few weeks back. But he guesses he can’t begrudge her having a type, even if it means he’s gotta be some butch dyke at the grungiest lesbian bar in Mexico City. Donald figures he can be a good girl. Just this once, and just for her.

Twice Shy: Stranded in the past, Logan expects to spend the next few decades blowing his time and his cash on cheap alcohol in dead-end small towns. He doesn’t expect eighteen-year-old Donald Pierce, pretty, bitchy, smart as a whip, and on the doorstep of the rest of his life.

3AM After the End: While the mutant children continue on to the border, Logan is captured by what’s left of the Reavers. So is Donald Pierce. Turns out, they aren’t all too happy with their old boss. (CW: non-con)

Rinse and Repeat (and Repeat and–): Woulda, coulda, shoulda might as well be on Donald Pierce’s tombstone. Instead of dying, he finds himself continuously repeating the day that started it all, and gets to find out if he would, if he could, and if he should. (CW: non-con)

One Size Fits Most: Donald Pierce gets his most unusual prosthetic request yet. It ends up being kind of a blast.

Colorful Places series (completed: yes)

Friendly Favors, at Cost: Gabby had been expecting a bullet to the back of the head for her role in helping Laura and the others escape. Instead she gets a suite in a ritzy hotel, courtesy of Donald Pierce.

The Marrying Kind: Gabby and Pierce struggle to settle into their new life in hiding. Gabby realizes something’s gotta change.

A Study of Similarities series (completed: yes)

Variations on a Theme: Donald Pierce meets a different version of himself. He’s still deciding if he likes him.

Three and Just Begun: Donald Pierce tags along when Doc Donnie gets a booty call. He has a better time than he expected.

Winning’s in the Way We Lie: For some reason, there's no "Yes, I want to reveal deep and disturbing truths about our shared sexual histories with my clone" answer on the clonefucking poll. Donald wouldn't pick it, but maybe Doc would.

Where Wolves Fear to Prey series (completed: yes)

Good-Time Boy: It’s the first time in ages Donald Pierce hasn’t wanted to be the first guy out of the room. After a month of playing engineer for the Blackguard mercenaries, Donald is actually sorry to leave. Apparently they feel the same way, because he gets a surprise going-away party… and then the surprises just keep coming. (CW: past non-con, accidental non-con)

Like a Virgin: Donald wants to get fucked. He doesn’t want to have to like it.

Perfect Reflection series (completed: yes)

Deja Blues: Ty Shaw sees the taciturn stranger at the bar and sees an opportunity for some fun. It’s a pity the stranger sees something – or maybe someone – else.

Difference of Degrees: Ty thinks he’s just signing up for some sexy, naughty roleplay when Logan asks him to be sorry. Ty may be in over his head.

Belly of the Beast: Ty’s not in the mood. Logan is. (CW: non-con)

[avkizi]

streamer dr intro!!!

"chat, that's wild. anyway, hi y'all, welcome to the stream!!!"

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🦇 name: mikita kishi

🦇 age: 20

🦇 birthday: 06/04

🦇 home: grew up in houston (tx) but moved to seattle (wa) at 15

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🦇 faceclaim: shocker it is a mix once again (mikayla campinos + kinsale hueston + kiawentiio tarbell)

🦇 voiceclaims: gabbie hanna (english) & akina nakamori (japanese)

🦇 ethnicity/nationality: 1/2 japanese, 1/2 cherokee

🦇 height: 5'2 (157 cm)

🦇 features: double lobe piercing, dimples, heart birthmark on my neck, hazel eyes, wavyish dark hair

🦇 clothes aesthetic:

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🦇 uni/college student:

-biology major (master's) -i was in a really accellerated program man -also did D1 volleyball (don't ask me how) -asian parent final boss ig

🦇 singer:

-started making/releasing music at 16 -blew up online around a year later -eventually opened for the olivia rodrigo guts tour at 19 (north america) and sabrinas short & sweet tour at 20 -might make a outfit and setlist post ab opening for them laterrr

🦇 online shit:

- my username on all my platforms is @/kōmiki - my average viewer count on twitch is like 10-20k - i mostly stream minecraft, roblox, or horror/multiplayer games, but will also do just chatting, q&a, cooking, or other irl streams - was on the osmp, qsmp, and the end bits of the dsmp -general bat theme/brand

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🦇 i've done 3 guest episodes on chuckle sandwich

🦇 i collect calico critters/sylvanian families and my background and room are literally so full of them omg

🦇 me n my s/o have a dog, 2 cats, and a snake <333

🦇 i have a specific instagram account for posting about walking around in the woods/just being in like nature and shit bc we live in this bigass old house with a couple other ppl and theres a big creek and shit back there and you can find fossils and all sorts of old or cool shit (think @/cynfyre_ on insta type content)

🦇 really really good at snowboarding, can't ski for shit

🦇 i love driving sm, and own a jeep wrangler bc it can also go off road and we love that around here i take that bitch everywhere

🦇 i have one older sister and one younger sister, but i grew up really close with my cousins and a lot of other kids my age so it feels like i have a lot more siblings than i do

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[asl33p0rd3ad]

First post / intro !!! Woah !!!

Hi I’m gabby I use any pronouns ! I’m lesbian and gender fluid. I am a minor !!! My favorite colors and red ( #8b0101 to be specific) black and white. I’m also alternative !! I know a lot about mcr btw

Top three bands :

1! My chemical romance

2! Frank iero ( all of his bands)

3 ! Pierce the veil

Other bands/artists I like :

Sleeping with sirens , Panic! at the disco , black flag , say anything , fall out boy , the used , mindless self indulgence ( I don’t support jimmy.) Green Day , falling in reverse ( I hate Ronnie.) black veil brides , blink 182 ,BROKENCYDE, get scared , weezer ,Ayesha erotica , joy division , the misfits AND MORE !!!!

My other socials :

Tictok : asl33p.or.d3ad

Instagram : asl33p_0r_d3ad

Discord : asl33p.or.d3ad

Pintrest : asl33p_0r_d3ad_

Airbuds : asl33p.0r.d3ad

If you want to be moots on any of these let me know

things I do for fun

Drawing, reading , writing, crafting , playing bass , listening to mcr and music in general, talking , talking about mcr 24/7 and more

DNI LIST :

Basic dni list ( creeps , homophobes, racists, ect)

Waycest shippers ( what is wrong with yall…especially you guys…get out.)

INTERACT LIST :

Mcr fans

Gerard way fans

Frank iero fans

Mikey way fans

Ray toro fans

Alternative ppl !

LGBTQ+ members

Artists

Frerard / rayrard / Frikey / RIkey shippers ( serious or not idc you do you )

Music enjoyers

Neurodivergent people

ECT

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Antonio Dawson: Miraculously 

“If my brother is being too pushy, I can tell him to back off.” Gabby offered as she watched her brother walk over to the bar to get another round of drinks. You looked over at Antonio. He fulfilled all your bad boy fantasies, tall, tatted olive skin, pierced, with an infinity for dark color and a leather jacket. He held a silent arrogance you had no doubt he could back up. He also had a charming devil-may-care way of talking and a panty-wetting smile. The attention and flirting was flattering. Normally you would jump with little thought but were still feeling the sting of your last bad relationship and had no want to repeat it, let alone with a friend's brother. 

“It’s not that,” You assure as you take another drink, “Antonio is very...” You eye Antonio appreciatively as he leans on the bar talking to a few of the firefighters while waiting for your drinks. You laughed as you returned eye contact to Gabby, and she raised her eyebrow with a mischievous look. 

“If you're interested, then what is the problem?” You sigh leaning back into the booth chair running your fingers through your hair to gather it up into a ponytail before realizing you don’t have a hair tie and dropping it back down. You bring your eyes back up to Gabby's analyzing gaze. 

“I just got out of a relationship a few months back, it was a bad one. Messed with my head more than I would like to admit.” Her brown eyes softened as she nodded for you to continue. You looked back over at Antonio, and she assured you he would still be awhile. He was a gossiper. “Okay, well the cliff notes version is this.” 

When Antonio gets back to the table, you have already headed to the bathroom. He sat down in front of his sister and raised his eyebrows, “So,” When Gabby wasn’t forthcoming with the information he pressed on, “I didn’t stand at the bar listening to Mouch’s conspiracy theories because I wanted to. I did it to give you time to find out if she was interested.” Gabby pressed her lips together in a thin line while looking at her brother, “I can’t get a good read on her and I know you found something out, so spill it.” 

“Antonio,” Her tone said that he wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Antonio curses under his breath but settles back into the booth in reignition. “No, she is interested but...” Gabby’s eyes glanced up to see you heading out of the bathroom and back to the table. “You need to ease up. She had a bad breakup and the guy she was with was a level one asshat that did her dirty.” Antonio let that information settle. He sat up a straighter confidence coming back to his posture. He had a chance and that was all he really needed. The rest was just minor details. Gabby quieted as she saw you heading back to the table.   

You sipped on the drink Antonio brought over and went along with his flirting. When your drink was gone, he offered to buy another round for you and Gabby. You declined saying you had to get home. “I can drive you.” You missed the exasperated look Gabby gave him as you shrugged on your jacket.  

“I don’t want to impose. Isn’t it out of your way?” You fought between wanting to spend more time with Antonio and knowing that it was a mistake to be alone with him. He waved away your concern and you soon find yourself in the passenger seat of his car listening to classic rock at low volume. When he gets to your apartment building, he parks the car and walks you up to your apartment door. It’s late and it would make him feel better to see you get into your apartment safely. You give him a smile as you stop at your door. “This is me,” Your breath catches when you turn to look back at him. He is bracing himself against the door frame angling into your space. The heat of arousal flickers through you as your back hits the door. 

It had been a long time since you had had any kind of sexual contact. Your body says that Antonio Dawson is the prime and only candidate to remedy that. The air sizzled and snapped with raw hot heat. He leaned in closer the smell of leather and musky cologne overwhelming your senses. He leaned in for a kiss, stopping just a few inches from your face. You shared his breath for a long moment fighting the urge to lean up. Warning bells sound loudly in your head, and you pull back. “I should go in.” Antonio for his part was graceful in the ordeal. He takes a step back giving you space. You unlock the door and turn back to give him a halfhearted smile, “Thanks again for the ride, Antonio.” 

“Anytime,” The door had barely closed, and Antonio was pulling out his phone as he was backing up. “Hey Gabby, yeah, I know, I know.”  

°。°。°。°。°。 

“You are coming, Antonio?” Jay asked as he leaned back into the unmarked police car. Antonio was still behind the wheel.  

“No, I have an... unsanctioned stop to make. I have to stop by a house and have a talk with someone.” Jay eyed Antonio perceptively before nodding.  

“This has to do with the chick at the bar?” When Antonio doesn’t respond, Jay continues. “That hot one, that you been flirting with for the last few months? Yeah, she looks like trouble.” Jay climbs back into the passenger seat. “I’m not going to let you get in trouble by yourself.” He leaned back in the seat and gestured for Antonio to drive.  

Antonio slammed on the wooden door with his fist. A loud echoing cop knock. When the door opened to reveal a less-than-outstanding white man in his late twenties Antonio couldn’t understand what you had ever possibly seen in him.  

°。°。°。°。°。 

You opened the door to see Antonio at your door. Your eyebrows furrow at him. He hadn’t given you a heads-up that he was coming. “I have something for you.” 

You followed Antonio out of the building and towards his car. You were trying to guess what he could have possibly got you. Then your heart started pounding as you heard a loud echoing bark. A familiar bark. A bark you hadn’t heard in four months. Tears welled in your eyes as you run the last ten feet to the car. You hear the click of the car lock, and you throw the door open and are engulfed by a mass of fur. You cling to the dog tightly getting licked furiously and drooled on. “When- How-Why?” You were at a loss for words as you looked at the man before you. “Gabby,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you bared half your face into your dog's fur. “But how?” 

“I had a little talk with your ex. He agreed that he reacted childishly in the aftermath of your breakup. He miraculously remembered where your dog had ‘run-off’ too. He also assured me that he is going to pay you back all the back rent he owes you from when he was living with you.”  

“Miraculously huh?” You asked tears still in your eyes, “Was that before or after you showed him your badge?” Antonio didn’t look ashamed in the least as he gave you a wink and slid his hands into his pockets. “Thank you, Antonio. You have no idea how heartbroken I was when I thought he was gone forever.” You hug him tightly. His embrace is strong, warm, and comforting in a way you haven’t had in a long time. When you pulled back you still had happy tears in your eyes. He brushes them off your cheek with a calloused thumb. “I have some cold beer in my fridge that needs drinking. What do you say?”  

My first Chicago PD story and it had to be Antonio. I hope you guys enjoy! <3    

[kpopbestie96]

Looking for you - Bang Chan Cinderella story

Hi lovelies! I know I said I was on a break but I was watching Cinderella with my little cousin when I came up with this short story. So I just wanted to do a quick write, it took me like two hours. So please don't judge it, it was something fun I made because why not. If it's stupid just scroll past it. If you like it...well I hope you do❤❤

Its kind of long, so I separated it by chapters. Hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Notes: When you see italicize, bold it means they're speaking in Korean.

Warnings: cussing, multiple parts, very delusional. Please don't take any of it seriously, it's just for fun.

Chapter One:

"There was an error with your ticket, I'm sorry," your friend Sarah said with a pouty face.

"What do you mean??" You panicked as it was you and your two friends Sarah and Melissa on face time the night before going to see Stray Kids in concert. "I already took off work, we have an outfit planned together, we-."

"I know, I'm sorry," Sarah interrupted you as Melissa sat quiet on the other end. "For some reason I'm only seeing two tickets in my Ticketmaster."

"Did you try calling or emailing them??" Your head was thumping, making it hard to think properly.

"I did! And they gave me an excuse, saying they couldn't do anything." You heard her voice go high pitch, an indicator that you know she is lying as you saw Melissa put her head down. Are they seriously lying to me?? You three have been best friends for years and know every little detail about them.

You stared at your outfit that sat on the chair in front of your vanity, waiting to be worn tomorrow. We were all going to match wearing their case 143 outfits but guess that's not happening now.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked as you were too pissed to even look at her through the phone.

"Yup..." Is all you could let out before piercing your lips tightly together, trying to hold yours tears from falling.

"We'll talk to you tomorrow..."

"K...bye." You hung up the phone and let the tears stream down, frustrated and confused. You tossed your phone away from you, couldn't stand to look at it right now.

Why didn't they want me to go? There's no way there could have been a problem with the tickets...this fucking sucks...

A ding went off, grabbing your phone to see Sarah sending your money back since you paid for your half. And we had floor seats too...this whole day is fucking ass.

You turned your body around and stared up to the ceiling, wonder what you could do. You figured if you go on to the websites, tickets will be marked up to a crazy amount. Let me see if there's a person out there selling tickets online... There's always another way.

You went on to Facebook in the Stray Kids group chat that was purposely made for the city you live in, where they were performing. You typed your question, seeing if anyone was selling tickets for tomorrow night. You even posted your question on Twitter as last resort.

A few hours go by while you tried watching TV, reading A03 stories just to past the time away when you finally heard a notification from your phone, quickly checking to see if it was someone from the group.

Gabby: Hi there! I saw your post in the Stray Kids group chat and I actually have an extra ticket if you're willing to sit with me and my friends. We can get a little loud lol

You: Hi! 🙋🏻‍♀️ That's not a problem at all! I'm ready to fan girl! I don't care where we are sitting but how much?

Gabby: so they're $589 because we're on the floor with sound check. Our friend couldn't make it because she got sick and didn't want anyone else to catch the flu. Is that something within your price range?

You: Yes! I can send you the money. But just want to make sure you're a real person. Lol 😅

Gabby: 😂 I understand! Here, we can face time that way I can tell you what time to be there and everything!

You: sounds good!

You fixed your hair a tiny bit, wiped away the tears that were left and saw her using face time through Facebook messenger.

"Hi there!" Gabby waved.

"Hi, thank you so much for reaching out! And I love your hair, you're so pretty!" You complimented her hair that was black with dark blue highlights.

"Of course! And thank you! I got it done just in time for the concert," she laughed. "Here are the tickets, since I bought them." She held up her laptop, showing them.

"Cool, what's your Venmo so I can send the money?" She told you her Venmo as you typed it in, "thanks!"

"Of course! But may I ask why your asking for tickets so late?"

You could tell she was being sincere and you didn't know why but before you knew it, you were explaining everything that happened.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, that's fucking terrible! They're not good friends."

"Yeah...im realizing it now. It's just...they're the ones who got me into K-pop. My other friends could care less about the music."

"Well, consider us your new friends! We're going to have a fun time! I just got your money...so can't wait to see you tomorrow. Lineup to check in is at 10 and sound check is at four. I'll send you my number so you can call me when you get there. We're planning to arrive at like 9:30 since the seats on the floor are assigned."

"Okay, perfect. Sounds great! See you tomorrow morning!"

You hung up and threw your body back on to the bed with a smile on your face, couldn't believe someone so nice reached out to you. And not with any ticket...but floor seats, plus sound check! Great, I'll run into Sarah and Melissa. You rolled your eyes annoyed but knew you were going to ignore them and have the best time of your life.

You looked over at the outfit you had originally planned, making you think of something else.

You got up, threw the outfit into the hamper and searched your closet for a last minute outfit.

You found a thin yellow long sleeve shirt that your mom got you one year and have only worn once. Paired it with a washout denim short skirt that sat on your thighs and found your light brown Dr. Martens boots that made your a bit taller from the thick bottom. I'll add some jewelry in the morning and I'll be good to go. Maybe I can stop at the store in the morning to get a can of blue hairspray to match his from the music video?

You got ready for bed and quickly fell asleep, excited for tomorrow.

Next Chapter >

[dc-megatournament]

BATMAN VS EVERYONE

How I think the fights should've went

Adam West Batman = WINS

Alfred Pennyworth = WINS

All Might = WINS

Alphonse Elric = WOULD GET RECRUITED BY BATMAN  

Amadeus Cho = WINS

Amazing Man/Will Everett = LOSES

Ambush Bug/Irwin Schwab = WINS OR GETS OUT OF THE FIGHT SOMEHOW

Amy Rose = WINS

Andros (Power Rangers) = LOSES

Angus MacGyver = LOSES

Animal Man/Buddy Baker = LOSES

Annabeth Chase = WINS

Anomalocaris canadensis = WINS

Ant-Man/Hank Pym = LOSES

Aquaman/Arthur Curry = LOSES

A Random Unicorn = LOSES

Arceus = LOSES

Arsenal/Roy Harper = LOSES

Atom Smasher/Albert Rothstein = WINS

Avatar Aang = AANG GETS ADOPTED

Azrael/Jean Paul Valley = LOSES BUT BRUCE IS GETTING FUCKED UP

Aztek/Uno = LOSES SOMEHOW

Baked Beans = WINS THE WORLD AND THE HEARTS OF THE PEOPLE

Baldi = LOSES

Barbie = WINS

Batgirl/Cassandra Cain = WINS 

Batman/Jace Fox = TIE

Batman Beyond/Terry McGinnis = WINS; CLOSE MATCH

Batwing/David Zavimbe = LOSES

Batwing/Luke Fox = LOSES

Batwoman/Kate Kane = TIE

Beast/Hank McCoy = WINS

Beetlejuice = LOSES

Ben Tennyson = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Big Barda/Barda Free = WINS

Big Hero 6 = LOSES

Bill Cipher = LOSES, BATMAN’S MIND IS A SCARY PLACE

Bingo Heeler = BATMAN TRIES TO ADOPT BINGO

Black Canary/Dinah Laurel Lance = WINS

Black Cat/Felicia Hardy = LOSES

Black Lightning/Jefferson Pierce = WINS

Black Orchid/Susan Linden = LOSES

Black Panther/T’Challa = WINS

Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff = WINS

Blade/Eric Brooks = TIE

Blue Beetle/Jaime Reyes = WINS

Blue Beetle/Ted Kord = WINS

Bluebird/Harper Row = LOSES

Blue Devil/Dan Cassidy = LOSES

Bluey Heeler = ATTEMPTED ADOPTION

Booster Gold/Michael Jon Carter = WINS, BUT ONLY BY ACCIDENT 

Brody Foxx = LOSES

Bucky Barnes = WINS

Buffy Summers = WINS

Bugs Bunny = WINS

Captain America/Sam Wilson = WINS

Captain America/Steve Rogers = WINS

Captain Atom/Nathaniel Adam = WINS

Captain Cold/Leonard Snart = LOSES

Captain Jack Sparrow = WINS, BY ACCIDENT

Captain Kirk = WINS

Captain Marvel/Billy Batson = WINS

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers = WINS

Carl (Llamas with Hats) = LOSES

Cassie Hack = LOSES

Catwoman/Selina Kyle = THEY MAKE OUT 

Citizen Steel/Nathan Heywood = WINS

Cosmo and Wanda = WINS

Crazy Jane = WINS

Cure Flora = WINS

Cybermen = LOSES

Cybersix = WINS

Cyblade/Dominique Thiebaut = LOSES

Cyborg/Victor Stone = WINS

Cyclops = WINS

Daleks = LOSES

Danny Phantom = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Daredevil/Matt Murdock = TIE

Darth Vader = WINS

Darwin/Armando Muñoz = WINS, THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION

Dazai Osamu = LOSES

Deadman/Boston Brand = LOSES

Deadpool = HE DOESN'T WIN, BUT DOESNT LOSE EITHER

Dean Winchester = LOSES

Deku/Izuku Midoriya = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Detective Chimp/Bobo T. Chimpanzee = LOSES

Doctor Doom/Victor Von Doom = WINS

Doctor Fate/Kent Nelson = WINS

Doctor Fate/Khalid Nassour = WINS

Doctor Fate/Linda Strauss = WINS

Doctor Light/Kimiyo Hoshi = LOSES

Dolly Parton = WINS

Donald Duck = WINS

Dr. Mid Nite/Charles McNider = LOSES

Dracula (Castlevania) = WINS

Drake & Josh = LOSES

Duck from Princess Tutu = WINS

Duolingo Owl = LOSES

Dynamite Anton = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Echo/Maya Lopez = LOSES

Eda Clawthorne = WINS

Ed Dillinger = LOSES

Edward Elric = GETS ADOPTED BY BATMAN

Elektra Natchios = WINS

Element Woman/Emily Sung = LOSES

Eliot Spencer = TIE

Ellie (TLoU) = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Ellie Camacho = LOSES

Elongated Man/Ralph Dibny = LOSES

Elon Musk = LOSES HIS LIFE

Elric of Melninbone = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Elsa = WINS

Elsa Bloodstone = WINS

Emma Frost = WINS

Emojibots = LOSES

Emu Otori = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Enchantress/June Moone = WINS

Eraserhead = TIE

Etrigan/Jason Blood = LOSES

Eva-02 = WINS

Extra Fine Neon Pink Glitter = BATMAN LOSES FOREVER

Ezio Auditore = WINS

Finn & Jake = WINS; ALSO GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Fire/Beatriz da Costa = WINS

Firestar = LOSES

Firestorm/Jason Rusch = WINS

Firestorm/Ronnie Raymond = WINS

Flamebird/Bette Kane = LOSES

Ford Pines = WINS

Gabby Kinney = LOSES

Geo-Force/Brion Markov = LOSES

Ghost Rider/Johnny Blaze = WINS

Ghost Spider = WINS

Ghoulia Yelps = LOSES

Giovanni Zatara = WINS

Godiva/Dorcas Leigh = WINS

Godzilla = WINS

Goku = WINS

Green Arrow/Connor Hawke = WINS

Green Arrow/Oliver Queen = LOSES

Green Goblin/Norman Osborn = LOSES

Green Lantern/Guy Gardner = WINS

Green Lantern/Hal Jordan = WINS

Green Lantern/Jessica Cruz = WINS

Green Lantern/John Stewart = WINS

Green Lantern/Kyle Rayner = WINS

Green Lantern/Simon Baz = WINS

Grumpy Bear = TIE (this happened with the poll and its funniest outcome)

Gundam Aerial =  WINS

Gwen Tennyson = WINS

Gypsy/Cynthia Reynolds = TIE

Hatsune Miku = WINS

Hawkeye/Clint Barton = TIE 

Hawkgirl/Kendra Saunders = WINS

Hawkman/Katar Hol/Carter Hall = WINS

Hawkwoman/Shayera Hol/Shiera Hall = WINS

Heather (TDI) = WINS

Hellboy = LOSES

Hello Kitty = WINS

Hua Cheng =  (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Hulk/Bruce Banner = WINS

Human Torch/Johnny Storm = WINS

Huntress/Helena Bertinelli = TIE

Ice/Tora Olafsdotter = WINS

Iceman/Bobby Drake = WINS

Ichigo Kurosaki = WINS

Inuyasha = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Invincible/Mark Grayson = WINS

Invisible Woman/Sue Storm = WINS

Iron Man/Tony Stark = TIE

Jade/Jennifer-Lynn Hayden = WINS

Jar Jar Binks = LOSES

Jean Grey = WINS

Jenny Sparks = WINS

Jenny Wakeman/XJ-9 = LOSES

Jerry (Tom & Jerry) = WINS

Jesse Quick/Jessie Chambers = WINS

Jessica Jones = WINS

Jim Gordon = LOSES

Joe Hendry = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Joel Miller (TLoU) = LOSES

John Constantine = WINS

John Egbert = LOSES

John Wick = WINS

Joker (Persona 2) = LOSES 

Joker - Persona 5 = LOSES

Jubilee/Jubilation Lee = WINS

Julio Richter = WINS

Katana/Tatsu Yamashiro = TIE

Katara (ATLA) = WINS

Katsuki Bakugou = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Kaz Brekker = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Kazuma Kiryu = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Kendrick Lamar = WINS

Kim Possible = WINS

Kirby = WINS

Kisuke Urahara = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Kuchipatchi = LOSES

L (Death Note) = LOSES

Ladybug/Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Cat Noir/Adrien Agreste = LOSES

Lady Cassandra (DW)

Lan Wangji = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Legion = WINS

Lieutenant Columbo = WINS

Light Yagami = LOSES

Link (LoZ) = WINS

Lin Manuel Miranda = WINS

Lionblaze = LOSES

Lobo = WINS

Luke Cage = WINS

Luke Skywalker = GETS ADOPTED

Luo Binghe = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Madame Mirage/Angela Temple = LOSES

Madame Xanadu = WINS

Maggie Simpson = WINS

Magik/Illyana Rasputin = WINS

Man-Bat/Dr. Robert Kirkland Langstrom = LOSES

Manhunter/Kate Spencer = TIE

Mariah Carey = WINS

Mario & Luigi = WINS

The Joker/Martha Wayne (Flashpoint) = both Bruce and Martha just end up having a mental breakdown after meeting

Martian Manhunter/J’onn J’onnz = WINS

Mary Poppins = WINS

Maxima = WINS

Max Tennyson = LOSES

May Chang = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Megatron = LOSES

Metamorpho/Rex Mason = TIE

Mickey Mouse = LOSES

Midnighter = WINS

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers = WINS

Mister Miracle/Scott Free = TIE

 Mizu = WINS

Mon-El/Lar Gand = WINS

Monkey D Luffy = WINS

Moon Knight/Marc Spector = WINS

Mr Fantastic/Reed Richards = WINS

Mr Rogers = BATMAN IS MADE TO GO TO THERAPY

Ms Frizzle = WINS

Ms Marvel/Kamala Khan = WINS

Mystery Inc (Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, Scooby) = WINS

Naruto Uzamaki = WINS

Nightcrawler = WINS

Nightshade/Eve Eden = LOSES

Nightwing/Dick Grayson = TIE

Nimona = WINS

Noo Noo (Vacuum from Teletubbies) = WINS

Obsidian/Todd Rice = LOSES

Omni-Man = WINS

Onyx Adams = LOSES

Optimus Prime = LOSES

Oracle/Barbara Gordon = WINS

Orion = WINS

Ozymandias = LOSES

Paw Patrol = BATMAN JUST RECRUITS THE ENTIRE PAW PATROL

Percy Jackson = WINS

Phantom Stranger = WINS

Phineas & Ferb = RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Photon/Monica Rambeau = WINS

Pikachu = WINS

Pink Panther = WINS

Plastic Man/Patrick "Eel" O'Brian = WINS

Plastique/Bette Sans Souci = LOSES

Powergirl/Kara Zor L/Karen Starr = WINS

Powerhouse/Naomi McDuffie = WINS

Power Puff Girls = RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Prodigy/David Alleyne = WINS

Puss in Boots = WINS

Queen Hippolyta = WINS

Raven = WINS

Red Hood/Jason Todd = TIE

Red Tornado/Ulthoon = TIE

Regina George = WINS

Rick Grimes = LOSES

Robin/Damian Wayne = LOSES

Robin/Tim Drake = TIE

Rocket Red/Dmitri Pushkin = LOSES

Rocket Red/Gavril Ivanovich = LOSES

Rogue/Anna Marie LeBeau = WINS

Roronoa Zoro = WINS

RuPaul Charles = WINS

Ryu (Street Fighter) = LOSES

Sabrina Carpenter = WINS

Sailor Moon/Usagi Tsukino = WINS 

Saitama = WINS

Sally Jackson = WINS

Sanderson Sisters (Winifred, Mary, Sarah) = LOSES

Sara Pezzini = WINS

Scar (FMA) = WINS

Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Seshomaru = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Shade, the Changing Man/Rac Shade = TIE

Sharon Carter = LOSES

She-Hulk/Jennifer Walters = WINS

Shen Qingqiu = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

She-Ra/Adora = WINS

Shredder = LOSES

Slenderman = LOSES

Snoopy & Woodstock = WINS

Sogeking/Usopp = WINS

Sokka (ATLA) = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Solid Snake = LOSES

Sonic the Hedgehog = WINS

Spawn/Al Simmons = WINS

Spider-Man/Miles Morales = WINS

Spider-Man/Peter Parker = WINS

Spider Woman/Jessica Drew = WINS

Splat Black Box Dye = WINS 

Spoiler/Stephanie Brown = WINS, BUT JUST BARELY

Squirrel Girl/ Doreen Green = WINS

Stan Pines = WINS

Star Butterfly = LOSES

Starfire/Koriand’r = WINS

Stargirl/Courtney Whitmore = WINS

Starman/Mikaal Tomas = LOSES

Star Sapphire/Carol Ferris = WINS

Steel/John Henry Irons = WINS

Steve (Blue Clues) = WINS

Steven Universe = BATMAN ATTEMPTS TO ADOPT STEVEN

Stitch/Experiment 626 = LOSES

Storm/Ororo Munroe = WINS

Strawberry Shortcake = WINS

Suki (ATLA) = GETS RECRUITED BY BATMAN

Supergirl/Kara Danvers/Kara Zor-El = WINS

Superman/Clark Kent/Kal El = WINS

Swamp Thing/Alec Holland = LOSES

Taylor Swift = HER FANS WOULD RIP BATMAN A NEW ONE

Terezi Pyrope = LOSES

The Atom/Ray Palmer = LOSES

The Atom/Ryan Choi = LOSES

The Belchers = BATMAN DOESN'T WIN, THAT'S FOR SURE

The Bride/Beatrix Kiddo = LOSES

The Crow/Eric Draven = WINS

The Cullens = BATMAN GETS ADOPTED

The Darkness/Jackie Estacado = WINS

The Doctor = BATMAN BECOMES A COMPANION TO THE DOCTOR

The Flash/Barry Allen = WINS

The Flash/Jay Garrick = WINS

The Flash/Wally West = WINS 

The Immortal Snail = WINS

The Pope = (I cant believe shortly after posting this poll, the Pope fell ill)

The Punisher/Frank Castle = TIE

The Question/Renee Montoya = TIE

The Question/Vic Sage = TIE

The Ray/Ray Terrill = WINS

The Signal/Duke Thomas = TIE

The Silence = WINS

The Thing/Ben Grimm = LOSES

The Warner Siblings = WINS

Thor = WINS

Tigress/Artemis Crock = LOSES

Tintin = LOSES

TMNT = LOSES

Tom Cruise = LOSES

Toph Beifong = WINS

Totally Spies = LOSES

Troia/Donna Troy = WINS

Tumblr Anon = WINS

Twilight Sparkle (alicorn) = LOSES

Tyson (Percy Jackson) = LOSES

Ultraman = LOSES

Uncle Iroh = WINS

Vampirella = LOSES

Velvet Crowe = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Vibe/Cisco Ramon = WINS

Vixen/Mari McCabe = WINS

Voltron = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Walter White = LOSES

Wasp/Janet Van Dyne = WINS

Wattpad = WINS

Wei Wuxian = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Winry Rockbell = LOSES

Wolverine/James “Logan” Howlett = WINS

Wolverine/X-23/Laura Kinney = WINS

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince = WINS

Wonder Woman/Nubia = WINS

Word Girl/Becky Botsford = WINS

Xie Lian = (i dont know enough to judge this fairly)

Yami Yugi = LOSES

Zatanna Zatara = WINS

Zheng Shang-Chi = WINS

Zuko (ATLA) = BATMAN ADOPTS ZUKO

[twinphantazy]

haihai... looking 4 oomfs becuz i wanna start using this app again :<

my name is gabby!! i am 7teen and i use she/they pronouns, but u can use wtv on me i dont mind :-)

here is the big long list of things i like:

sonic

dan and phil

supernatural

musicals!! (fav is falsettos)

pierce the veil

my chemical romance

fall out boy

car seat headrest

paramore

los campesinos!

troye sivan

voltron (still... in 2025...)

evangelion

the sims 4

plus a bunch of other stuff that i'm deffo forgetting but i'm tired and in class D=

mentally in 2015!!

[fire-for-you]

5 times gabby didn't realize kelly and matt were dating (and 1 time she did) - PART ONE (REWRITTEN VERSION)

little A/N before we start: yea, this looks a little familiar, but it is a rewritten version of this chapter! I really didn't like the other version, but that is still on my page if you want to read that instead. thanks!

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pairing - m. casey x k. severide

rating - teen and up (unrequited love, implied sexual content, hurt/comfort, minor violence, kidnapping, happy ending)

word count - 955

summary - (I'd say it's pretty self-explanatory) for part one: drunk gabby confesses her feelings

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1.

Casey had been separated from Severide since they arrived at Molly’s. Chief Boden had pulled the Captain into a conversation with Cruz about a recent suspicious fire they were called to, while Severide chatted superficially with his fellow Squad members. Capp was droning on about his latest girlfriend as Tony nodded along, gulping down his beer.

Severide scanned the bar for his boyfriend, recognizing Matt’s dirty blonde hair on the far side by the door to the patio. They made eye contact and a bright smile lit up Matt’s face. Kelly put his head in hand and smirked, admiring the other man’s face and causing him to blush profusely.

For the next hour or so, Kelly would make eye contact intermittently and intensely. Matt finally excused himself from Boden after the conversation faltered and pressed his way through the crowd to sit by the Lieutenant. He was stopped short, however, by Dawson grabbing his arm and pulling him to dance. The bar was rowdy as usual so she raised her voice to demand, “Dance with me!” Drunk and nearing trashed, the brunette was shaking her hips and her arms were in the air as she moved to the music. Uncoordinated and trying to get Casey to move, Dawson sloshed the half-empty drink in her glass over the sides and onto her fingers. “Oh, shhhhoot.” She slurred.

Casey laughed, taking the glass from her and guiding her to the bartop. Sitting her on a chair, he set down the glass where she couldn’t reach it. “Stella!” He called to the woman working and gestured to Dawson. “Would you mind getting Gabby some water? I’m gonna say goodbye to Kelly then take her home.” Stella sighed at her friend, nodded, and grabbed a glass. Casey checked that Dawson was stable on the chair before finally being close to Kelly.

“Hey, babe,” Kelly said, slipping part of his hand into Matt’s when he cuddled into the brunette’s side.

Matt makes a face. “You were staring at me all night and that’s all you have to say?” Kelly grins wickedly, leaning in and cupping his hand around his boyfriend’s ear. He whispers for a long time, telling Matt all the dirty things he wants to do to him.

The dirty blonde only half-focuses on the words as the bar seems to fade away, the feeling of Kelly’s breath on his ear making him shiver. Matt registers ‘pineapple,’ ’bruises,’ and ‘tongue piercing,’ which makes his eyes widen and he punches Kelly in the shoulder. “Oh my god!” The blush on Matt’s face causes Kelly to smirk deeper.

They talk idly for a few minutes about their earlier shift before Matt remembers his promise. “Hey, I’m going to take Gabby home and then I’ll meet you at your apartment later. Maybe we can do some of your… ideas .”

Kelly hums, biting his lip before pulling Matt in for a chaste kiss. “God, I like you,” Kelly whispers before pulling away. The other man smiles bashfully, falling away from him and walking back to the bar.

When Casey returns, Dawson is finished with her water and has calmed down slightly, but she still exclaims, “Casey!” rather loudly when he tries to get her to stand.

“Yeah, hi,Gabby,” He says, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her toward the door. To any on-looking bystanders, these two would look like a cute couple, but any informed friends would see Casey looking at Severide and flushing again when Kelly winks.

In Casey’s truck, Dawson stares out the passenger-side window with half-lidded eyes. “Casey,” She mumbles sleepily.

“Yes?” He asks, turning the wheel in his hands. There’s soft rock playing quietly from the radio, and the occasional car lights pass across their faces.

“I really like you, y’know.” Casey glances at her, worry etched into his expression. “Or I least I used to. I mean, since I met you, all my relationships have been pretty much dumpster fires, because I can’t get over you.” Gabby makes eye contact with him as they near her apartment and she looks more sober than twenty minutes ago.

Casey pulls the truck over to the side of the street in front of her building and opens his mouth. ”Gabby, I-”

“If you’re going to tell me ‘sorry,’ and/or ‘I don’t feel the same way,’ just keep it to yourself. I got it. This doesn’t have to mean anything. I just had to tell you. Once.” And with that, she exits the vehicle after throwing a curt “Good night,” and “Thanks for the ride,” behind her.

Matt idles by the curb for a few moments, running over the past few years of friendship with Dawson in his mind. He’d always suspected, especially after the Christmas party where he had to shut her down gently with a kiss on her cheek.

The dirty blonde is pulled from his thoughts by a ding from his cell phone on the middle seat. It’s a text from Kelly.

You better hurry up or I’m going to start without you. ;)

After a few seconds, a picture pops up after the message. Kelly is sitting shirtless on the couch, a teasing smile on his pretty face and a hand grasping his erect cock through his basketball shorts. Matt sighs, shaking his head as he pulls away from the edge of the street and speeds away.

At Kelly’s apartment door, Matt knocks impatiently, out of breath from the jog up the stairs. The brunette swings open the door with a smirk and immediately pulls his partner in for a kiss.

“The things I’m going to do to you, baby boy,” Kelly whispers against Matt’s lips.

Matt groans as the door clicks shut behind them.

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As a way of saying goodbye to DC, what are your headcanons for where everyone ends up after All Stars?--review anon

ooooo such a cute question!!!!!! tysm for this

yul ends up being cancelled on his socials and he has to start working a regular job, he becomes miserable being yelled at and harassed by customers like he deserves yippee!

riya is also cancelled following the events of DCAS - seriously she CANNOT gain a following after this and she cannot find roles, realistically speaking - but she manages to sustain herself with her prize money for now. however, she does begin job hunting. it goes horrible for her, her digital footprint is too massive to ignore.

ashley continues living her quiet life on the farm with will, occasionally meeting up with lill & nick, as well as with jake, ally, lake and other contestants of DCAS! she even eventually reaches out to season 1 contestants left out, and organizes a get-together for the season 1 cast with everyone :)

ally, hunter & tess all eventually get together after a lot of denial and pining, and co-manage their channels. they become more and more popular, regularly attend cons, & overall just lead the awesome lives they deserve. tess also becomes popular for her art!

lake eventually gets into a qpr & goes to university to study psychology. she keeps in contact with aiden, james and friends she's made on DCAS. she goes on to live with rosa-maria after university, and the two will organize, years later down the line, a meet-up for the cast of season 2, even being kind enough as to invite yul and riya, although neither show up.

miriam gets to enjoy retirement by travelling around the world, sometimes even tagging along with friends, even with the group of james, aiden, lake and rosa-maria. why not :3

james & aiden continue travelling the world together, growing their following on social media, and eventually aiden pursues a career in theatre and earns a lot of success! i mean have you HEARD his VA sing. my god, can he sing.

ellie & gabby lead a happy life with ellie as an artist and gabby carries them with her income by becoming an environmental scientist !!

fiore moves in with alec, alec adopts fiore, and the two unlearn their bad habits together; alec, his bad parenting, and fiore, being this evil gremlin child. she still has her outbursts, but alec stops feeding into this idea that she is a monster or a mistake and pushes her to grow. the two also meet up with some other contestants, and eventually befriend rosa-maria, so she helps a lot with parenting tips :)

grett becomes a gym trainer & fitness influencer and uses her social media platform to encourage and lift up others. my queen

jake and tom begin dating and they talk a lottttttt of things out... and eventually tomjajakeden becomes a thing & they all move in together and it's awesome. tom and aiden aren't dating but the rest of them all are and it's kinda funny actually. tom also realizes he's aroflux and that explains a lot about how his identity has impacted his love life. they're unstoppable

also tom quits his job as a cop and becomes a firefighter instead. and gets an autism diagnosis. also jake gets a BPD diagnosis. and aiden gets a shit ton of piercings. and tom gets fatter. and james also gets a shit ton of piercings. and they're all happy together and they have movie nights and game nights and they love each other a lot

the cast generally meets a lot, the casts even merge at one point despite some of them never having been on DCAS. it's so funny how some of these guys meet. deadass alec and fiore go camping one night only to find they've come at the same camping site as kai and maggy. another time gabellie runs into dan at a bookstore. and so forth. they eventually get a super large groupchat and it's hilarious. they all meet sometimes and they have to book a huge venue it's so funny

also gabgrellie becomes real too why not. i love gabgrellie. grett moves in with them and they're all super cool and awesome and in love

maybe i should write some of these hmmm