#and it's really freaking me out but if the vet says to just watch her I'll do that

[grimandghoulish]

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[neege]

I'm watching Parks & rec right now, and one of the episodes inspired me...

Thinking about an AU where Remus and Sirius are dating, and Remus's parents are either split up, or his father has passed away.

Hope works as a librarian, and for some reason, Sirius needs to meet with her to discuss a new library program that he's interested in running (idk, maybe he's a vet and wants to bring in animals that need homes... Use your imagination lol)

He tells Remus that he's meeting with a Ms. Lupin, and Remus freaks out because this would be the first time his mom and boyfriend would interact! His mom doesn't even know that he's dating anyone!!

Remus wants Sirius to meet his mom, but knowing how protective she is of him, he preps Sirius with facts about his mom: things she likes, dislikes, is interested in, qualities she finds admirable, and so on.

When Sirius finally meets with Hope, he brings up topics she's interested in, is witty and passionate about what he does, and is just overall incredibly charming. By the end of the meeting, Remus is excited because things seem to be going well! But when Remus leaves the room, Hope laughs hard at something Sirius says, leans in close, and places her hand on his knee... She even asks Sirius if they could discuss the program further over dinner sometime...

Sirius is very uncomfortable and doesn't know what to do. Should he tell Remus??

Remus is oblivious and thinks that his boyfriend and mom are going to get along really well!

Hope isn't usually this forward, but it's hard to resist a charming, handsome young man that cares about kids and animals!!

[bcolfanfic]

young vets au - robert no rizz rosie rosenthal headcanons (a collaboration with @swifty-fox)

stays active duty in the air force for a smidge longer than the other guys and almost goes down the JAG path but realizing he likes his law interest separate from the military is what kinda pushes him towards wanting to just go back to practicing law "normally".

moves to upstate new york, settles back in and makes a nice lil quiet life for himself. outside of work he likes watching birds and is a lil (a lot) nerdy- bless him. he's a good man savannah!!! a good man!!

the guys are always texting him pics of birds like hey. what is this.

adopts as a single dad which he will say over and over and over was the single best decision he ever made in his time on earth.

that little girl is his whole world plus some and he just adores her. since it's just the two of them they're super close. for not being his biologically, she's just about his clone.

his bird watching buddy, his best friend <3

but he does kinda wish it wasn't *just* the two of them sometimes. feels like he's gonna be the last one standing of the guys finding someone and settling down. (outside of demarco. he'll bring a new girl to every reunion until the end of time. it is what it is)

the guys try to set him up with women they know, friends, friends of friends, cousins etc

it doesn't go well, well.

he's attractive and a sweet man- it's just that he opens his mouth and...

"we should start telling these girls he's mute so he has a better shot at at least getting his dick wet" - demarco, to the "The Bachelor Rosenthal Edition" group chat one night

he's a good sport about things but it does get to him when he thinks about it for too long

is on the phone with curt one night and gets a little choked up talking about how he doesn't understand why he can't click with anyone like that, that he feels broken and like there's something wrong with him.

in his comforting him- curt's third eye flies open. takes him a hot minute to figure out how he's supposed to bring this up without freaking him out, but he gets there.

"'m gonna say something and you aren't gonna freak out on me, alright? have y'- have you considered that maybe it's not you, it's that they're y'know, women?"

no, rosie hadn't considered that.

after a longer come to jesus talk he agrees to let curt set him up with one of his buddies with the promise that curt will fill him in on everything first.

thinks curt is onto something with that earlier question, but he's a sweetheart and doesn't want to hurt this guy if they are wrong here.

and it ends up going, unlike every other date he's been on, good.

curt's friend, aiden, is a little nerdy too. thinks rosie is just darling and is happy to listen to him yap about his job, bird watching and the air force and his daughter.

the group chat is popping bottles when it hits 11pm and none of them have heard from him about how it went yet.

few things in curt's life have made him feel more like a mastermind than when rosie eventually does touch base with him the next day.

"so y' got laid??"

"well uh- no, i uh, y'know, shotoffalittleearly."

curt loves him and doesn't wanna laugh at him but can't help it bc he just finds this whole thing so endearing LOL. tells him he's glad he had fun, he has time to work on well-

rosie doesn't let him finish that sentence.

which is ironic when he does end up texting curt (and bucky) with some uh questions about things that he didn't really want to google.

things with curt's buddy work out long term. rosie loves him, the guy loves rosie and more importantly, he adores his daughter. funny how life works out.

***they work out but their first fight rosie thinks its the end of everything even though it was over something super menial. texts curt to be like thanks for the set up/sorry i ruined it and curt is like buddy. he's been texting me asking if i can get you to talk to him. take a deep breath please.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

For make me write!! Thank you so much for all you do write though!

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 (Always more Cranberry I can’t explain how excited I am for part 2 and the snippets I have read..gah)

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸 (I think I may have spoke to soon on thinking Eddie is healing…I mean he is right…RIGHT?!!?!! Please tell me he is)

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮 (Ah the Bobby seeing Buck’s past had me in tears I don’t think Im ready for the opposite of that but oh well I guess I need to be) 🧟🧟🧟🧟(I was hooked by the end of the last chapter. I love apocalyptic AUs. Also the ending broke my heart, but I’m can’t wait to see Maddie and Eddie eventually make it to their library)

🚨🚨(Lots of COVID lockdown stories going around…however they make for such interesting explorations!!!!!!)

Thank you! You are so kind!

30 for 🦮 (YAY THANK YOU!):

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“Okay,” Chris sniffs.

Buck carries Cranberry back into the house. It’s been just a year since his amputation, and bending and lifting heavy weights on his prosthetic isn’t exactly comfortable. Cranberry isn’t too heavy. Not much more than fifty pounds. But the gait back into the house, to the bedroom, where he rests her on the mattress, is a bit taxing for him. Still, it hurts him less than it would hurt her. 

Twenty minutes later, he’s off the phone with the vet, laying next to Cranberry on the bed, and holding an ice pack to her paw. The vet thinks it’s likely not serious. She’s advised Buck to crate-rest her for a few days, ice the injury, and if the pain gets worse, to bring her in.

“It’s going to be okay,” Buck assures Chris. “She’s just going to be sore for a while. Kind of like when your dad is sore after a tough shift at work.”

Chris leans his head over the bed, and presses his cheek into her fur. 

“I’m sorry, Cranberry,” he cries. “I didn’t mean to do it.”

Buck exhales, feeling a little guilty. He could have reacted a hell of a lot better. He’d just been freaked out. 

“It was an accident, Chris. You were both having fun.”

“Does she hate me now?” Chris asks, noticing how Cranberry isn’t wiggling and happy like she usually is with him. 

“No, Chris, she could never hate you. She’s just not feeling well. Okay?”

“Okay,” Chris mumbles. 

“Why don’t you go get your iPad and we can all watch a movie together? She’d like it if you kept her company.” Buck suggests. 

“Yes please,” Chris says in a little voice. He walks off to get his device.

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24 for 🩸 (SOMEONE is healing and someone is not, is all I will say):

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“You know. All are welcome. They’re just looking for experience.”

“Then I think it sounds like a good idea.” Chris decides before taking another bite of ice cream. 

“It would be more dangerous than staying home,” Eddie tells him. “But probably not more dangerous than being a firefighter. There are risks, anyway. Which is why I wanted to run it by you before I make a choice either way.”

Chris considers this.

“Thank you, Dad,” he says quietly.

“You’re welcome,” Eddie replies. “We’re a team, right?”

He hopes that this is still true, after everything. 

“We are,” Christopher agrees. Eddie feels a wash of relief. 

“I think you need to do something where you help people,” Chris says eventually. “It’s who you are, Dad.”

Eddie takes a deep breath. 

“Thank you, buddy.” 

He had no idea how badly he needed to hear to feel, again, that he was living a life that would make his son proud of him. The way he’d been proud of him when he became a firefighter. That life is in his line of sight again, Eddie thinks. Finally.

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18 for 🔮:

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“Me?” Buck asks. “I mean… Uh… I think so?”

They pause a few feet away from each other. Buck feels crippled with awkwardness. He doesn’t know what to do from here. 

“I…” Bobby starts. “Did you…”

“I passed out,” Buck says.

Bobby nods. “Me too.”

“Were you…” Buck swallows nervously. “Did you have any weird dreams?”

Bobby’s expression wilts, just a little. So he did, then.

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12 for 🧟 (ah yay thank you!):

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Eddie is really banking on Maddie’s brother having settled somewhere safe. Somewhere decent. He is really banking on Maddie being as good of a person as she seemed. He needed her to be.

He’s running out of options, otherwise. 

The thing is, with each passing day, the likelihood of finding Shannon alive is dwindling. He knows that. He’s not stupid. It’s been too many months. But Eddie has failed Shannon so many times. All he has done is fail her. If there is any chance, any sliver of hope, that he can help her now?

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6 for 🚨 (yeah for some reason I am in my writing about covid era?):

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Buck gets his shield. They celebrate over cupcakes and two liter bottles of soda. There’s nothing else to be done.

“We will have a proper party when this is over,” Bobby promises. 

Whenever the hell that will be. 

Afterwards, Buck and Eddie pull Bobby into his office to come clear. 

[ripley-dean]

LSP AND MARCELINE'S RELATIONSHIP

I feel as if this is something that Isn't really talked about too much among AT fans is LSP and Marceline's relationship and after the end(?) of fionna and Cake (which i loved and I'll be talking about it later) I started thinking about it alot

Their first real time interaction in "Princess Day", at first glance, feels a lot more like the writers threw names at a dartboard and got them. But the interactions they have are a lot more genuine than one would expect.

I'm not going to do the complete play by play of princess day because you can just watch episode lol. But, you can see from the first few minutes that marceline knows of lsp and vice versa and have a moment to more genuinely interact with one another. Throughout the episode they do a lot of random shenanigans that end in KIDNAPPING

But throughout, they grow closer to each other to where they can reassure and calm one another down. They feed off of the idea that the other is 'bad" at first making one another a worse influence but they begin to have this quiet understanding that they both just feel somewhat rejected.

And a few cute things are in the episode "Be Sweet" LSP calls her to tell her about her "new life" where she is completely supportive of LSP even though she doesn't really believe her and says "did you break into someone's house again?" Implying they've called in several occasions.

And at the "Come along with me" they can be seen closest to one another

THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS JUST FROM THESE INTERACTIONS ALONE

But let's go another step and talk about fionna and Cake.

When Fionna needs to get a cheaper Vet appointment, Marshall lee recommends this guy Ellis P (obviously LSP) and after getting scammed by him they're seen together by the Betty statue drinking and chuckling in dumb and dumber fashion

And in the "The Star" THEY'RE BOTH HANGING OUT IN FIONNA'S APARTMENT.

WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABOUT THIS

Just like in every universe gumlee is meant to happen, LSP and Marceline are bound together like PLATONIC SOULMATES

This is one of the minor, unspoken things that make me love adventure time so freaking much!!!

I haven't looked into their interactions in the comics yet but this is all for now.🫡

[beatlesgrl]

Take My Breath Away

I saw this prompt “You’re possessed by a demon. You quickly realize he’s never done this before.” on my Facebook and I can’t get this out of my head so here. Also like. It’s clearly not finished and I’m pretty sure I won’t get a chance to so here for my fellow Sterek lovers.

Derek Hale knew his luck was low, but waking up to an extra voice in his head that was definitely not his, he knew that it must be practically non-existent.

“Hello?” He murmured, still fighting the urge to fall back asleep. 

The voice stopped talking to itself, and in his head he felt it freaking out. 

Hard to imagine why it was freaking out when it was in Derek’s mind but whatever he just wanted to know what was going on. 

“Ummm...” The voice said, “I’m here to...take...your...soul?” 

The voice sounded distinctly male, and unsure. The threat of taking Derek’s soul didn’t stop him from saying back, “You sound pretty confident there.”

“...Are you sassing a demon right now?” The voice said back, clear aghast in its voice, “Most people who I possess are scared at the very least, at the very most terrified and crying by this point.” 

Derek rolled his eyes and turned to his side, “As long as you don’t wake me back up I don’t care.”

He fell asleep before he could hear a response. 

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So here’s why Derek’s luck was so...well bad. 

His first girlfriend, Paige, was killed after she was bitten by an Alpha, and Derek had to help her die so she wouldn’t be in pain. 

His second girlfriend, Kate, tricked him into loving her, only to burn his house down and killing his family.

His third girlfriend, Jennifer, used her magic to blind him by love to kill the remainder of his family, Cora and Laura, and was starting on his pack before they all got wise and killed her instead. 

And his pack that he had built after becoming Alpha...well they didn’t notice that he wasn’t doing ok. 

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 The demon in Derek’s head was clearly new to this possession thing. It almost made Derek feel bad for it. 

He was making bacon, and he felt it try to take over Derek’s limbs, claiming that Derek was burning the bacon and it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t even cook it properly. The problem was, Derek was able to fight it every time it even tried. 

That made it furious. 

“God damnit, Derek, I have a name, I’ve told you to call me Stiles.”

And he refused to call hi-it by its name. It was a demon, it didn’t need his sympathy.

And he burnt the bacon just to spite this thing in his brain. 

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“Hey Derek, turn the channel, I fucking hate Gordon Ramsey.”

Derek didn’t really like him either, but he turned up the volume anyways.

The voice scoffed in his head, “C’mon dude, cut me some slack, I can’t change it myself.” As if to prove it, it picked up Derek’s arm, only for Derek to push it down with his other hand.

He still wasn’t that great at controlling him. 

“You could just leave then you wouldn’t have to watch this show.” Derek said back.

He felt it roll its eyes somehow, “I told you, I’m here for your soul. Work with me here, can’t go back without it.”

“And I told you,” Derek said back, “You will be here for a while if you have that attitude.” 

The voice sighed, “Look, I know my methods are...unorthodox...but I’m ne-pretty sure its effective so-”

Derek laughed, “Pretty sure it isn’t considering you can’t even fully possess my body.” 

The voice murmured under its breath, the words “alpha” and “jackass” prominent words in his complaints.

Derek bit back a smile and changed the channel. Not even spite could keep him watching Ramsey. 

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Soon, though, Derek had to admit it was...kinda nice to have someone to always talk to. 

His pack was always gone, doing who knows what. He knew that Erica and Boyd worked at the local drive-in, and it helped that they had heightened senses so they could sense the troublemakers and get them out of there quickly. Isaac worked with Deaton at the vet clinic, and was trailing after Scott most of the time. And Scott...the beta that got away. He currently had a psudo-pack with the Argents (which no.) and Kira, his current girlfriend. Isaac kept acting like he was going to join which...Derek wasn’t going to think about.

The constant voice in his head made him feel better.

“Sooooooooo...” The voice in his head said one day as Derek was reading a book, “Where is your pack anyways?” 

Derek turned the page, ignoring him. 

“Cause I’m not gonna lie,” it continued, “I thought as an Alpha wolf, you’d see your pack more often.”

Derek kept reading. He promised himself if he finished that chapter before dinner he would reward himself with Indian takeout rather than Chinese takeout, which is what he normally got. 

He felt it poke Derek. How he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t feel an actual poke, but he felt it with his brain, “Hey I’m talking to you sourwolf, least you can do is respond.” 

“You’re the one in my brain,” Derek replied, about to turn the page, “Can’t you access those memories by yourself?” 

There was a pause, and Derek felt the worst headache suddenly explode right behind his eyes. His vision went white, and he felt himself start to growl and his claws piercing his book. 

“Stiles!” He found himself shouting. He dropped his book and grabbed the sides of his head, “Stiles stop!” 

As soon as it came, it left, and he felt guilty vibes coming from...Stiles. 

“I’m so sorry!” Stiles exclaimed, “I didn’t realize it would cause that much pain!” 

Derek brought his hands down, but he could tell he was definitely still wolfie, “No shit, what the fuck.” He saw blood on his hands, and he could tell that his face had claw marks because he could feel the skin stitching itself together. Like he was trying to claw out his own brain. 

More guilt poured out of Stiles, and now he even felt sadness, “I’m so sorry.” 

Derek growled and picked up his book to examine the damage. Clawed completely though, and Derek couldn’t even open the book without hearing ripping and tears. He resigned himself to not knowing the ending until he can get a new book.

He felt Stiles pouting, and then his presence was gone. Like he decided to hide. 

Derek sighed and went to go take a shower.

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Later that day, as Derek was ordering his Indian food (hey the book got ruined that means he finished his chapter. Plus he was traumatized, sue him), when he heard the doorbell ring.

Now Stiles wasn’t lying when he was talking about his pack and not seeing them. They almost never came over to his house. He bought it a couple years ago when his sisters were still alive, and there was plenty of room for all of them to move in and then some. Back when he had hope he wouldn’t be a fuck up and have a strong pack. It backed up into the preserve, he had no neighbors, and it was filled with natural light.

And they’ve only been there twice since he moved in, one of those times was when he was unconscious after fighting a wendingo. 

So to hear his doorbell out out here made him suspicious, but as he went to answer, he grew more suspicious when he saw a delivery guy holding out something for him. It looked like a rectangular shaped item wrapped in brown paper.

“Hello?” Derek asked, but the delivery guy just shook his head and shoved the package into Derek’s hands before walking away. 

He looked down at the package and shrugged. Using his claws, he sliced open the paper. What it uncovered was the book he had ruined earlier. He examined the book to try to find a clue as to where it came from, and he found it on a hastily written note on the inside cover. 

‘Hey, sorry about the book. Hopefully this helps. Stiles’ 

Derek had noticed that Stiles was still quiet, but he didn’t think much of it before. Now, though, it made him feel kind of lonely. 

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Stiles was back, though, the next morning, when Derek woke up. He felt the hesitation, like Stiles didn’t feel invited. 

Because Derek doesn’t do well with feelings, he just grunted and fell back asleep. 

Stiles must’ve gotten the message, though, because when Derek got up later that day, Stiles was back to his ramble-y self. 

Derek hid his relieved smile.

[queen-mabs-revenge]

cw pet death

so my little freak of nature and i said goodbye last night which, as per other post about this, was silly and perfect in so many ways. from the death of one roman to another, and so it goes.

but yeah i just want to reflect on how i'm feeling to have it down because i'm devastated, yes, but i couldn't have asked for a better last day with her.

when we went with the steroid injections on wednesday, the vet was like 'in 48 hours you'll essentially see her at as best as she's going to be so you'll be able to decide then' and honestly by yesterday morning, she was very much the same except for the increased thirst drive and the slight increased interest in food (she licked a piece of chicken uau), so at that point making her linger would just see her decline from there.

yesterday was the first sunny day we've had in a good while -- sparkling sun and a high of 14. i rang into work and asked if there was anything urgent that needed doing, because i'd like to spend a last beautiful day with my cat. they were so gracious and covered for me, batting away a load of clients who decided they needed artwork on a friday before a long weekend lmao ok bye. spent a little time doing a last clutch of artwork with her sleeping on my belly in the sun.

got her into her harness and it was so clear that this was the right thing - she loves going outside, but hates that thing being put on her. i've modded it so that it has a clasp at the neck, but still clipping the torso bit always gets a hiss or two, but she just let me at it. got everything prepared including lining her backpack with a bin liner, a absorbent puppy pad, and then loads of fleece blankets and a couple of those instant heat pads.

out into the sunshine and onto our usual walk - she came out on my shoulder to have a look at the world, but for the most part stayed curled up in the bottom watching everything while lying down.

we got to the rag tree still cradling my gift pumpkins:

she got to walk on the branches:

the whole wooded area was prickling to life -- lots of leaf buds still tightly closed but getting ready, lots of tiny plant shoots making that first curve out of their seeds with their head still down in the shells

took the walk home through the park we always sit in behind the museum and watched the ducks on the shannon and listened to the river go by together

fed her for the last time on her window seat and then we cuddled some more while i rang my family so they could say goodbye to her on a video call

and then i experienced just pure love -- mo's been kind of a mascot for the branch - because of my apartment's location, i've been really lucky to serve as kind of a hub. i keep equipment and supplies for political stalls and protests, i host small meetings, etc. so her illness has been something the whole branch has known about and seen.

from the get-go i've had comrades offering help left and right, and during the last week, a few close comrades offered support in whatever way i needed it when her time came. i had to resist that depression tug to isolate, and just throughout the day as plans were taking shape, i kept in touch with them and i had a handful of my dearest come to the house before we made our way down to the vet. they left us have a few minutes alone in the house which... leaving that house with her for the last time was probably one of the hardest things. knowing she wouldn't be there when i got back. whew.

got to the office and got settled in and talked with the vet about postmortem plans. my first choice had always been to donate her body for study; i'd actually rang a few veterinary science schools, but i was told that their cadavers are procured through a closed system so that they can control for disease and whatnot for health and safety reasons. but the vet said that they'd would be honored to conduct a postmortem there and it would be really valuable for some newer vets in the practice, so that's what's going to happen. after, she'd still have been cremated, so i'm going to get her ashes in a scatter tube in a couple of weeks.

i had enough gabapentin to make sure mo was a bit stoned before going in, which was important for me because she usually has to be put into a feral cat crush cage to get any injections done because she's so fractious at the vets, but i was able to hold her while she got the primary sedative injection which meant so much.

she screamed like a hellcat and like....that's so her - herself to the very end! and i got the privilege of laughing about that with friends because they heard her from outside the door lol. they came in and gave her rubs and pets after she was sedated and i got to cuddle her loads after she got the cannula placed.

and my god that could have been so awful, but i had five dear friends who i love and who love me and who i fight and organize and struggle with who were there the whole time - they were out in reception chatting with each other and laughing and i could hear them in the room while i just held and and spoke to mo and stroked her fur, and that was so lovely instead of dead silence all alone.

vet came in and it was time; i held my baby as she pushed the euthanasia meds and felt her little breaths quicken and then slow before the vet checked her heartbeat. we laid her out on the table and i took pictures of all of her borlotti bean toes, we did pawprints, and i just got to pet her and stay with her for as long as i needed. she had a postmortem wee, and one of her wild postmortem reflexes was that her tail went full bottlebrush for about half a minute!

i took the blanket with me because it was hers, but wrapped her in a soft towel i had and just, yeah -- as the vet took her away she was talking to her just telling her that she did so well and she did. not just in that last moment, but just for 12 years she did so so well -- just the best old lady, my best friend in the whole world, the little beast that genuinely helped me survive lockdown, domestic upheaval, mental health struggles -- my walking buddy who's a minor local celebrity in her own right, and i was so so so lucky to have her.

and then we all went to our usual haunt which by perfect chance is right around the corner from the vet's office and toasted to her and just spent time together and just... if her last gift that she gave me was truly knowing that i have people who i can call on at any time, well then that's a hell of a gift.

going home was hard, but got to speak to my family and recount it all which helped and got so much love from them, too, and yeah look.

it was heartbreaking, but also heart mending.

truly the good death.

[anewkindofme]

Any Addison Montgomery Cg headcanons? she's so soft and I really enjoy her character and I feel like she would be great! (at taking care of me ofc)- @their-bby-dino

Ask me for headcanons on characters from my fandom list!

Ahhh! I love Addison so much. She really would be the best caregiver. (She’s already an excellent mom!)

I did set these somewhat in the Private Practice universe, but outside a couple, they apply to Seattle/Grey’s as well.

Addison constantly worries and second guesses herself as a caregiver. She really doesn’t want to be like Bizzy or the Captain.

She makes the effort to know every last detail about her Little, right down to their favorite pair of socks. She’s very detailed oriented.

Addison is the type of caregiver to wear stilettos and designer dresses to the park but also doesn’t mind if they get dirty.

She for sure has a designer diaper bag, stocked with every single thing you can think of.

I see her as the cloth diapering type if her Little drops that young. Along with putting bloomers on top.

Addison lets her Little dress however they want, but she does try to sneak in the cute, designer outfits. Again, if they get dirty, no skin off her nose. She just thinks it’s cute.

She’s not the greatest cook, but still tries to order “healthy” takeout. There’s a lot of vegetarian restaurants in LA, so she hits those up.

That’s not to say she’s not good for a good sweet. Ice cream is in great supply.

Addison spoils her Little. Anything they want, they get. They definitely have a decked out nursery/Little bedroom and a separate playroom. Even when they’re in an older space, Addison makes sure they have all they want and need.

She also pays for and indulges any activity they want to do. They want to learn to ride a horse? She’s buying a pony. They have a desire to learn Mandarin? She’ll get a tutor.

That being said, she’s firm. There are rules and boundaries. All very reasonable (bedtime, curfew, being respectful, doing chores, etc) but she enforces them.

Her go-to discipline method is a cool down corner. She’s the type to get one of those glitter water bottles and tell her Little to watch as it moves to the bottom, then they’ll discuss their actions.

If the Little goes to school, she takes education very seriously. She’ll help them study and do all she can to help them succeed.

Addison prefers hiring a nanny for when she works versus daycare. She feels it’s better for her Little to get one on one time.

She vets every single nanny thoroughly. No one with less than 10 years experience. They need a degree in Little psychology. Must adhere to all of Addison’s parenting philosophies. And she won’t hire any of them if her Little doesn’t approve.

The nanny (and Addison when she’s not working) takes the Little to playgroups and stuff so they can socialize.

Addison has a nursery/Little space set up in her office so she really only needs the nanny when she has a packed day at the practice or needs to go to the hospital.

Despite being a doctor herself, she freaks out over the slightest cold. Cooper is also specialized as a doctor for Littles and he has to tell Addison at least once a month to calm down.

Addison keeps up to date with all research regarding Littles and adjusts how she does things as recommended. She says she does the same as a doctor, so why wouldn’t she with the most precious thing in her life?

Addison initially doesn’t want to cosleep but if her Little needed it, she’d cave and let them sleep in her bed every night.

Addison pushes her Little to be independent if they wish to be, but if they need to be younger, she won’t hesitate to do everything for them.

[disappearinginq]

One of these days, I’ll tell the story about how my roommates and I did a more thorough job investigating another roommate’s disappearance that got me on the NCIS watch list, but today is not that day. 

Instead, today is the day when I am reminded that some Navy buddies truly were ‘ride or die’. 

There were three of us - me, Jackie, and Natalie - who were older than most recruits in the barracks by several years. I was the baby of the bunch, Natalie was the oldest, and Jackie was in between, which meant that we hung out more often than most because we didn’t have to worry about stupid teenagers dragging us into their bullshit. We were thick as thieves at one point, but life happens, the Navy separated us, and we wound up on opposite ends of the country, only really talking through the occasional Facebook posts - for the last eight years. 

This past Monday, I got an out of the blue text from Natalie saying she was in, of all fucked up places, Harrison, Arkansas. You might not know the name, but I bet you know the pictures - huge billboards on the highway say things like this: 

Natalie is not white. She is not even passably white-ish. Last I knew, she was a minister in California somewhere near Bakersfield with her husband. I have no idea what possessed her to not only go to this town, but to stop there and take up residency. 

Anyway - she sends me a text asking me to go out to Satan’s asshole Arkansas for a week on her dime, and “take pictures of her bruises” so that “if/when I die, it will not cause an uproar in this town with beautiful people I have come to love” and then proceeds to send me a bunch of pictures of her that make it look like she was in a motorcycle accident - bruises everywhere, bandages and bandaides, a hospital bracelet, and what looks like where an IV was placed and tells me “pictures of my body after being dragged through the street and and up and down hospital hallways.”

At this point, I’m lowkey freaking out because it sounds like she was assaulted in the street and wound up at the hospital for her injuries from a racially motivated attack and now she’s trying to down play the severity of it so I don’t end up rolling into town like fucking Sherman rolled into Atlanta, but she’s not answering any direct questions about what happened. She says she’s going to bed, she gives me her phone number, and tells me good night (it was past midnight where I live). I tell her I don’t have any time to be able to come down because I just started a new job, but she was more than welcome to get the hell out of dodge and come to my house. 

I try to call in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and her number goes straight to voicemail. I give her my two numbers and tell her to call me. She doesn’t. Monday night, she sends a text saying that I won, she’d come to see me, couldn’t wait to bring a second income to my family which was now her family (which is also weird because last I knew, she had a family of 8-9 siblings that were all super close) and she would be leaving expressly - but she needed a new phone and a new credit card because "I'm not taking any chances with folks who ACT like they support the Vets but really do not....” . SO now I’m freaking out that she’s being actively PERSUED by the people who assaulted her, and I try calling six-ish more times and never get a reponse from her, and now I’m thinking she’s dead in a ditch in Arkansas killed by a fucking lynchmob and I have to go fucking torch this place, but I text Jackie instead, asking if she’s heard from Natalie lately, and give her the whole lowdown. 

Summed up: 

Jackie: I’M ON IT. 

She proceeds to call the local hospitals asking if they have a patient with Natalie’s name, but gets nothing. And we’re trying to remember what the hell Natalie’s last name is because she was married, and she’s using her middle name to go by, and I finally back track a conversation from YEARS ago, find it, and again start calling the hospitals. Then we try the police. They admit that they have a record of someone with her name, but it’s not recent. Jackie is very diplomatic and says that we’re worried about our friend, could someone do a welfare check, and the police hedge and say that the address isn’t really anywhere they can do a welfare check. 

I scan back through Natalie’s texts, and I get the sudden impression Natalie is living out of her van (which isn’t actually all that weird, her mother used to travel between all the kids and grandkids like that), but she’s quite possibly actually homeless. 

So then we start back tracking through her Facebook profile, texting every one of her friends, Jackie working top down, and me from the bottom up. Jackie gets a hit with one of them, a woman who says she’s Natalie’s best friend. So we send her the texts and pictures Natalie sent me, and her only reaction is: “I think she’s not feeling well again.”

The assault Natalie was describing was her fighting with the fucking hospital that she was being checked into for a mental health crisis. This is apparently a semi regular occurence, or at least, a repeat issue, because it’s happened more than once. Her husband either left or she left him because of it, at least four years ago. Nobody knows how the fuck she settled on Harrison, AR, of all places, but we can’t reach her on her phone because they confiscate your phone when you’re checked in by the police. The last time anyone spoke directly with her is the 9th of July, and that’s it. It turns out her family had no idea where she was, but had been trying to contact her with no response, but Detective JACKIE for the win managed to track down her apartment and got the manager to send someone to do a welfare check to see if she was even still living there. Currently waiting on a response. 

SO THAT’S BEEN FUN. HOW WAS EVERYONE ELSE’S WEEK?! 

[stanweirdosalliance]

Get to know me

Sorry if this is too long I really want some to understand me. Most people have hard time knowing real me not just online me.

If you see a lot of football aka soccer for you American I grew up watching it I am from Belarus but live in America. Growing up I was huge fan of David Beckham had him as my wallpaper on computer and my bro was okay with it. I am huge into entertainment, movies and music. My fav director is Edgar Wright I am taking Edgar Wright filmmaking course online it's not cheap but my mom bought me that as my early 28th bday last year. I really love him as film director even when Last Night in Soho came out and I saw it. I came home and watched his every interview on that movie. I love how his movie usually come out like 3 to 4yrs. He takes time on his movies and I see how a movie fan he is. Last year I went from just listening to pop music and soundtracks to Indie music. I cant do anywhere without my headphones I listen to so much music in public to get away from people it's part of my disability. I listen to music too much does not matter time of day cause it calms me down. All of my rock music love comes from my amazing mom. I am future Filmmaker 4yrs ago I think I wrote like 54 pages script. Truth is we need to write 100 pages but teacher had so many problems about my British character who is cop but my bro was helping. Also I am ON THE SPECTRUM that's why my teacher let me make shorter then 100 pages script. Their is a reason why I chosen filmmaking well because my whole family is medical even my aunt and for me learning it would be hard cause I wanted to be vet. Someone in new high school when we moved to new state like a decade ago told my mom I would never graduate high school and I did close to graduating community college. When I came to community college and took classes I really wanted like filmmaking ones I finally became so happy cause school was never happy for me with my disability school was hell if no one would of helped me I would of failed it on my own. If you talking to me and its not movies, music or entertainment, or football sorry I start to either freak out or I just need to leave I can't be in that room. I wish someday to see my fav band live French band Phoenix but I seen one of my fav bands last year in music festival thanks to my bro its The National. I love anything British my fav actors Dan Stevens, Gwilym Lee, Martin Freeman and Simon Pegg. My favorite tv shows are Legion yes it ended but still it was the best one, Fargo, The Bear, What we do in the Shadows, Welcome to Wrexham, loved Pose and Righteous Gemstones

Just 3yrs ago during the middle of season 4 of Fargo I started to like actor Jason Schwartzman and now I know so much about him. I own almost everything with his band he made Coconut Records only need Nighttiming Vinyl. I won Davy on Ebay for 300 dollars and in 2021 in one auction I won his red jacket from Fargo season 4. If you need to know anything about Jason just don't afraid to ask me. People make fun of me being fan of him cause i know too much but that's not my fault being On The Spectrum he is my hyper fixation. Growing up I been bullied so much even for liking some actors. People tell me on on TWITCH channel how bad of an actor he is or terrible actor. My mom recently came to terms to liking him after I showed so much videos and made her listen him talking about his kids. She says he is a great person and dad. If ever asking one of my fav Jason videos it has to be Sesame Street Memory: Jason Schwartzman | #ThisIsMyStreet cause part of it I relate knowing his one daughter is autistic and special needs. Talking about Jason sometimes annoys my mom.

[honeysbunchesofoats]

I adopted a 2 year old cat (Alfredo) who was a former feral from a very crowded rescue run out of the owners house. understandably, she was extremely poorly socialized (not her fault), and scared of everything. the first month I had her, she hid in a closet, and I stayed a comfortable distance away and just sat there on the floor. I read, I looked at my phone, I watched movies, I listened to music, but by and large left her alone. occasionally I would talk gently to her so she could get used to my voice, and I could coax her out of hiding. she moved her hiding spot closer and closer to me. as she got more and more comfortable with me, she was able to adapt to living in the whole house. this is entirely because I respected her boundaries, and the only thing I ever forced her to do was go to the vet (she hid in the ceiling for 2 days after that surgery. I didn't realize there was a hole there or I would've blocked it). it's been 6 months and you can really tell she's comfortable with me. I'd go so far as to say she loves me. But still today and everyday I reach out and let her sniff to both decide that she wants to and consents to being pet. we're even trying out being picked up. that looks like picking her up only when she's relaxed and receptive, holding her for one second, and putting her back down before she freaks out at all. we're establishing that being held is not forced, and not something to be afraid of because she will not be trapped or held against her will in any way.

while I adopted her and we're good pals now, consent needs to happen every time. even Saskia, who I've had for 8 years sometimes is shy, and I ask for consent then too. most of the time she's comfortable with me just walking up or reaching out to pet her. but if she shows a single sign of hesitation or discomfort, I back off and wait for her, whatever her decision will be. if she's angry at me because I didn't sleep in bed, or I made her take yucky medicine, I just leave her be until she approaches me. there's no benefit in repeatedly seeking her out when she's upset.

I've likened adopting former ferals to doing exposure therapy with a creature whose language you don't yet speak. it's gradual, it's starting so tiny, and taking each step with them. exposure therapy won't work if it's forced.

maybe this comes off as bragging, but I'm just saying that whether it's a new cat, or a dear friend, they deserve to have the right to say no. op is absolutely right in every regard.

here are my sweet children:

had an interaction with a cat at my mother's friend's house (we dropped by to feed her while my mom's friend was out of town) and my mother said "i was surprised how much that cat liked you, she doesn't usually let people pet her but she followed you around and let you pet her a lot"

and in explaining to her my interaction with the cat i put into words a thing i'd never put into words before, having always automatically understood what i was doing. But once i put it into words my mother said she'd never thought of that and it felt like something worth sharing here.

This cat did a typical cat thing where she sniffed my fingers i was holding out, and then acted like she wanted me to pet her, but then when i started to move to pet her, moved her head away slightly to prevent it.

I instinctively understand this interaction, and stopped trying to pet her and moved back to a neutral position and waited to see if she would re-initiate an interaction.

Because this is basically a consent test. This is how a cat can assess "how closely are you paying attention to what i'm telling you" and "how respectful of my boundaries are you".

If i am responsive to her yes/no game, moving to pet her when she indicates i can, stopping immediately when she seems to change her mind, then she knows she can trust me to understand her, and also to respect her choices. That's what i did, so then she knew she could trust me and relax around me and enjoy my company. She was actually a very friendly and social little cat, who clearly wanted to make friends with me.

But if i had insisted on trying to pet her when she seemed to change her mind instead of simply understanding that she didn't want to be pet in that moment, she would have known she couldn't trust me to understand or respect her, and she would have treated me like she has to treat 90% of the people who visit that house, evidently.

I work mostly with dogs these days, but i grew up with cats too, and am generally good with animals. Many shy animals will also do this same "sniff sniff okay touch me nope just kidding" routine, especially if they've had experiences with people that make establishing that kind of communication and trust important to them.

And in fact, a lot of animals will do some version of this kind of consent test in a whole variety of situations. When well socialized dogs do that thing where they are rough housing and then they both stop suddenly for a moment until one of them play bows or makes a little pouncing motion and then they fly back into rough housing mode, that's what they are doing, they are doing a consent check-in, like "whoah this is getting wild, are you still in? are we still playing, is this still a good time for you?"

anyway, that's why this lovely little cat followed me around asking me to pet her the whole time we were visiting that house, because i showed her that i understood her signals and respected her boundaries, which is something i see a lot of both men and women not doing when interacting with cats and dogs.

[slynbarnes]

Embers S1 E25 - 35

S1 E26: 

(You go to take a shower after you finish training for the day. You run into him coming out of the showers in nothing but a towel.) 

(You head up to the showers on your floor.) 

(When you walk in Bucky comes out dripping wet in nothing but a towel.) 

Y/N: Oh my god! (You turn around) 

B: What the hell are you doing in here?

Y/N: I just got finished training! I need a shower. Why else would I be in here?

B: Maybe you wanted to see me naked. (He whispers in your ear. Your breathing hitches which he notices.) 

Y/N: …(You hesitate.) Ew no! Can you just leave?

B: Already on it doll. (He whispers again.) 

Y/N: Stop calling me that! (You say, breath hitching again.) 

S1 E27: 

(Taking Lucas to a diner in town and he asks about his dad again, you know it bothers him but you explain to him again that his dad died before he was born.) 

(You are at a diner with Lucas.) 

L: Mom?

Y/N: What’s up? 

L: Can you tell me about my dad?

Y/N: (Taking a deep breath.) I wish I remembered more but all I remember Is I used to work with him but he died before you were born. 

L: Was he a bad guy or a good guy?

Y/N: I think he was one of the good ones. Why do you ask baby?

L: We are supposed to make a family tree for school but I only know you. 

Y/N: Well I can tell you all about my side of the family sweetie. Your grandma and grandpa died when I was 17 in a freak plane disappearance but they were good people. Your grandma was a receptionist for a charity and grandpa was a veteran. He was a really great guy, your pops. 

L: Grandpa was a vet?!? 

Y/N: (You smile through the painful memory of your parents) He was.

L: That’s so cool. Do you have any siblings?

Y/N: I was an only child but I did have some pretty awesome aunts and uncles who I used to spend a lot of time with. 

(You explain your whole family history as far back as you can remember to Lucas to help him with his project.) 

S1 E28: 

(You meet Loki for the first time. He tries to flirt with you.) 

(You are in the lounge with everyone else just talking.) 

(You watch Wanda and Vis flirt) 

(Thor walks in with a raven haired man shackled.) 

Loki: And who is this delectable creature?

Thor: That is y/n. 

Loki: (Walks up to you and takes your hand, placing a kiss upon the top.) It’s a pleasure to meet you, darling. 

Y/N: And you are?

Loki: I am Loki, GOD OF MISCHIEF, Son of Odin, Rightful heir to the throne of Asgard. 

Y/N: Well well aren’t you full of yourself. 

Loki: Respectfully darling, I am just aware of my own greatness. In time you shall see it too. 

Thor: Loki…

Loki: I am playing nice big brother. 

(You smile at their banter. Although Loki has a big head you still find him charming.) 

S1 E29: 

(That night before you are getting ready to tuck Lucas in for bed Wanda comes to check on you. She gives you some tips to help prep for your mission.)  

(There is a knock at your door.) 

Y/N: Come in.

W: Hey, I just wanted to see how you are settling in?

Y/N: Hi Wanda, I’m settling in alright. It’s still a little weird being here and the whole Bucky thing is annoying. I don’t know what I did for him to hate me so much but who knows. Other than that its okay. But enough about me how are you?

W: When it comes to Bucky… I think all of us are at a loss. He is being insane. 

Y/N: So it’s not just me?

W: Definitely not. 

Y/N: Thank god. I felt like I was going crazy or something. Natasha was saying she didn’t like how I was acting about everything but I don’t know how I am supposed to act with him treating me like this. 

W: Take what Nat said with a grain of salt. She takes a while to warm up to people but she is really a great friend once she does. Plus her and Bucky have a unique history so she will be defensive. 

Y/N: Did they date or something? 

W: No, they are just really good friends. But try not to worry about Bucky. Enjoy your time here and maybe spend some time with the boys here. They are actually pretty great and Tony at the end of the day is a big softy and I can tell he is warming to you so maybe make a friend in him or Clint, he is a really cool guy too. 

Y/N: Thank you for the advice Wanda. I appreciate your kindness. 

W: Of course y/n. You are part of our team now. That means your family, so get used to it. (She says stepping out.) 

Y/N: Wanda?

W: Yeah. 

Y/N: Have a good night. 

W: You too. 

S1 E30: 

(The day before the mission. You train with Bucky and start to get some snippets of flashbacks of you and him in HYDRA.) 

B: Hand to hand today. 

Y/N: Okay.

B: You’re not going to fight me on it?

Y/N: Do you want me to?

B: No. It’s just nice not to hear you complain for once. 

(You punch Bucky) 

Y/N: Damn you’re slow. 

B: Okay if that’s how you want to play this let’s go! 

Y/N: Come on! 

(You and Bucky go hand in hand until he is choking you) 

(You start to see yourself in Hydra…with Bucky and he is training you.) 

Y/N: S-Stop. 

(Bucky let’s you go and you abruptly leave.) 

S1 E31: 

(You go to talk to Steve. You know he and Bucky are close so you decide to see what he knows. He can’t tell you anything though because he doesn’t know.) 

(You pound on the door) 

Y/N: Steve please open up. It’s y/n, I need to ask you something. 

S: (Opens the door) What is it? I thought you were supposed to be training with Bucky?

Y/N: I was. I need to ask you something that stays between us. 

S: Okay… 

Y/N: What do you know about Bucky? About him finding me? Anything really… 

S: I don’t. He hasn’t said anything. All I know is he found you on our doorstep shot. Why? Did something happen?

Y/N: No.. Forget I said anything. (You leave.) 

S1 E32:

(You get your first assignment with the Avengers. You leave in 6 hours.) 

(You show up a little late to your first avengers meeting.) 

T: Now that everyone is here we can get started. 

Y/N: Sorry Tony, Lucas’s bus was late this morning and I couldn’t just leave him. 

T: It’s okay. No worries. Let’s get started. You leave out in 6 hours. It’s just you 4. Steve will take out the guards, Nat will be getting info and Bucky and y/n you will get the hostages to safety. There are blue prints in each of your rooms to go over to get you ready to board the ship. It’s a simple mission in and out. 

N: Sounds easy enough. 

S: Are you sure Bucky and y/n should be the ones getting the hostages? I really don’t mind doing it?

Y/N: I am capable. 

B: So am I. (Bucky says annoyed at your implication.) 

T: I think they’ve got this Steve. 

S: Right…

T: That’s all you can go. 

(Everyone parts ways.) 

S1 E33:

(You go on the mission, you and Bucky are paired together to find the hostages on a ship while Nat gets info and Steve takes out the guards.)

Y/N: You go from the left and I’ll take the right. 

B: (Goes right) 

(Over comms) 

Y/N: And you call me the childish one. 

N: This is not the time y/n. 

B: Exactly we have lives to save y/n. 

N: That goes for both of you.

Y/N: (You huff out a hushed laugh quiet enough no one can hear.) 

(You run down and take out a few of the gaurds.) 

Y/N: Bucky are you in? You have been quiet. 

B: I’m in. Why do you care? 

S: We all need to know everyone is safe Bucky so stop the bickering. You know why she asked. 

Y/N: Thanks. 

(You slip in and finish the mission) 

S1 E34: 

(Once you are back from the mission you go to check on Lucas and then head to bed. The Next morning you go to drop him off at school and you meet a single dad who ends up asking you on a date. (Theo James aka Leo) ) 

Y/N: You have a good day baby okay? 

L: Mom please don’t call me that here. 

Y/N: Did I embarrass you?

L: Yes. 

Y/N: Good, that’s my job. I love you and I hope you have a great day. I will see you after school. 

L: Bye mom! 

(You watch as he walks into the building.) 

?: I haven’t seen you around here before. 

Y/N: We’re new. (You smile at the ridiculously attractive man.) 

?: I can tell. My name is Leo, my daughter Mia goes to 5th grade here. 

Y/N: It’s nice to meet you Leo. I’m y/n, and that was my son Lucas. He is in 4th grade. 

Leo: Would it be too forward of me to ask you to dinner? 

Y/N: Forward, yes. Too forward, no. 

Leo: How does 9pm on Saturday night sound?

Y/N: Perfect. (You give him a kind smile.) 

(He flashes one back and it’s one of the prettiest smiles you have ever seen) 

Leo: I’d love to stay but I have to meet a client, I’ll see you Saturday?

Y/N: See you Saturday! 

S1 E35: 

(You arrive back at the compound with a big grin on your face. Wanda reads your mind and finds out you have a hot date this weekend. Bucky gets jealous and says something mean before leaving.) 

(You arrive back at the compound entering the kitchen where Bucky, Nat and Wanda are.) 

W: Spill. 

Y/N: What? 

W: Come on, that smile says something. 

Y/N: It’s a secret. 

W: (Stares at you a moment) Y/N!!!! 

Y/N: What? 

W: You were gonna hide the fact that you have a really hot date this Saturday?

Y/N: Wanda! Stop reading my mind, it’s not fair…. But yes I do! 

(Bucky, jealous, gets up and leaves the room.) 

Y/N: Okay.. 

W: Don’t mind him, tell me everything! 

(You tell her what happened and talk about how hot he is)

[munsster]

Just imagine Steve freaking out when you have your first baby but by the sixth he’s totally prepared and chilled because you guys have been through it so many times lol.

domestic!steve and his little family (3)

A/N: he totally would go from gelled hair, full suit and tie to like war vet wearing glasses and drinking a slurpee in sweats

Warnings: references to childbirth/labor!, hospital, panicked steve, dad!steve, fluff, afab!reader implied, cursing, pet names (sunshine)

part one part two part three part four

steve’s character development surrounding your labor 😭 pls

and the first time he’s totally helicopter mom-ing it

bringing two duffel bags full of literally anything and everything that you might need

(most of it is really for him though)

steve “ohgodpohffuckohmyggodwhat if i mmiss it” harrington vs. steve “ay, babe, im runnin’ to the store, what kinda M&M’s d’you want?” harrington

oh god that first time he’s so lost

i mean he had 9 months to prepare and now he’s floundering???

he works up a sweat before you can even say your water broke

both of you being so diligent the first time: playing music for your bump, going to lamaze classes, being really good about the pregnancy diet

oh man, that poor sixth baby…….

not that you two are any less caring about it, but you are hella tired and they can’t expect you to avoid caffeine the whole time😭😭

now as far as preparedness goes, MAN has there been a vast improvement

the first time, he did not know what to do once you had your first contraction

he SPED to the hospital only for them to be like “uhhh just wait here” and you’re there for two hours when you could’ve been home i-

he was so scared the first time too

you were ANNIHILATING his right hand tho

probly broke a couple of his fingers, but thats okay, he’ll forgive you

him being that dad with a video camera

oh he was so obsessed the first time

bringing you ice chips so so often

asking if you needed anything constantly

helping you breathe through the hard parts

moving your hair out of your face 🥺

telling you how good you’re doing

you being an absolute menace—seriously, full on excorist—but he understands because… well, childbirth!

and once that sucker pops out, he’s so excited and you look so so beautiful holding the baby

and the first time dad really kicks in

he is SO nervous while you’re just sitting with the baby

then the nurse comes to put him in the nursery

and you immediately go “are you okay, stevie? i can see you brooding over there” “‘m not brooding, i’m just—” “nervous?” “yeah” “me too”

and he looks at you so lovingly and kisses your forehead and goes “we got this”

🥺🥺 he is just a sweetheart

then along came the twins—a whole different ordeal—and then babygirl and her brother

and then the sixth

you got your first contraction at like 5 am

yikes

and evvvvvverybody woke up

whole house was absolutely bumping

all the little ones were SO excited and you were like

holy fukcing shit im never doing this again

and steve really groggily phoned the sitter and apologized for the wakeup call

but she was sweet about it and watched the kids while you two hobbled into the car and drove off

oh and all the babes were like “good luck!!!” “see you soon” “miss youuuououoou” and waving and chasing the car down the street as far as they could 🥺🥺🥺

this time steve brought nothing

no duffel bag

he’ll drive home if he needs to

he’s learned enough to know that he doesn’t know anything

what never changes is that he’s always holding your hand if he can

like he’ll just reach for you and let you crush his hand during a particularly brutal contraction

honestly, his gentleness never fades

he’s just a lot more tired now

and wearing his pajamas & slippers

and he forgot to shave

but no matter, you are in your hospital gown looking gracefully sweaty when he waltzes into the room eating a bag of potato chips

and you glare at him

“want some?” “there is a baby coming out of me” “understood”

and he’s perched on the same chair in the same room with his chip bag tossed aside

“y’look just as beautiful as you did the first time” “please murder me, steven” “i could never” “if you don’t, this baby will” “nah, i believe in you, sunshine, you got this”

bonus: dustin bringing balloons and flowers and toys like the good uncle he is

and he definitely gives steve the same pep talk each time about how great of a father he’s been/going to be

aww dustin 🥺😌

he really loves being a part of your guys’ little family

and once it’s over, steve’s hovering over your shoulder and watching the baby with a little smile

and once the nurse takes the baby

he gets in the bed with you

“d’you think they’ll let us sleep here?” and he has his arms around you, very quickly losing consciousness

“god i hope so” and you slump into him right as he starts snoring

the babies are SO EXCITED when you finally bring the sixth home

they’re all like “woahhh” and so eager to touch the baby but they don’t

one of the grouches being like “SEND IT BACK” and steve laughing his ass off before scolding him a little

and babygirl being all like “she’s so little….. i LOVE her!!!!!”

ughhh, you know you both promised to stop after this one but

i mean, come on

masterlist

[starry-bi-sky]

@ghostboidanny

I was thinking pre-Dani, but that's largely because I just don't pay her much mind lmao. I mean this lovingly, but she's a narrative deadweight in my eyes. But you're right, actually, it would be fun for her to show up a few months later and find out what happened to her brother-cousin-template. You didn't specify how late so I'm gonna be a little dramatic and say she shows up in Amity Park, finds the Fenton house missing, and seeks out Sam and Tucker to ask them where Danny is.

When she finds them they fill her in on everything, and she freaks out when they say that they haven't actually heard from Danny in months, not since he went into Vlad's custody. They thought Danny would contact them after news of him missing came out, but they haven't heard anything.

(This wasn't on purpose or anything, Danny's just been preoccupied living with Bruce)

Dani does the reckless thing and goes to sneak into Vlad's manor for clues. She doesn't find anything -- well, she finds where Danny's room is. Vlad obsessively kept it the same way Danny left it (albeit it had very parse few decorations besides the one Vlad put up), and then she sneaks into his lab.

She doesn't find much there either. Except for leftover remains of the blood blossom toxin, she immediately dumps it down the lab sink in there because that just sounds like trouble. She has a run-in with Vlad, has a confrontation with him that clearly reveals he's become increasingly unstable since Danny's disappearance, and books it out of there with only the knowledge that Danny was last seen in Gotham.

Gonna... skip over their reunion because frankly i dont have the brain energy to come up with how she finds him. But just know that she does and its a big ol reunion.

(throwaway idea where danny can't handle being around other ghosts either because their strong ectosignatures subconsciously agitates his own and as a result boosts the toxin)

Danny tells Ella an edited version of how he came into Bruce's care -- which up until they both have that 'are we family' convo, was both considered as a sort of unofficial witness protection. -- because Bruce's secret identity is not his to share, and if he didn't even tell Jazz about being Phantom then he's not telling Ella about Batman.

With this lack of context, Ella has a misconstrued view of Bruce. You're right, she probably wouldn't even if Danny keeps vetting Battinson and insisting that he's a good guy.

Ellie: You don't know if this guy is manipulating you, Danny! He could be evil, like Vlad!

Danny, once watched Bruce trip over his own cape and nearly eat gravel: Ellie, I love you. But you're wrong.

Ellie: he's a fruitloop.

Danny: Elle, "fruitloop" doesn't mean "weirdo rich person". That would make Sam a fruitloop. "Fuitloop" means "murderous, evil rich bastard with delusions of grandeur, and a sense of entitlement so big you couldn't see Jupiter around it."

Danny: honest to all things, look at Bruce and tell me that he has delusions of grandeur.

Ellie, watched Battinson scramble over a fence to get away from reporters:....okay. but i still don't trust him.

idk if she'd get adopted, but it takes her a hot minute to warm up to Bruce and actually trust him with Danny's safety. Which, speaking of, she's heartbroken over his illness and it's incredibly strange to see her once powerful, starbright older brother so... small. He used to be so full of life, and he still is now, there's just... an undercurrent of exhaustion now. In his smile, in his eyes.

The death of his parents, his "illness," living with Vlad, oh, and I just remembered he'd be scared of becoming like Dan too, it's all been weighing down on him. He's had a real shit couple of months, but it's all been getting better with Bruce's help, Ellie watches him brighten up around the guy.

She keeps a more "cousin" role in the family, visiting the manor whenever throughout the years.

Unfortunately I don't really have much to say about the idea of Dani being made after Danny runs away, but I like the idea too. She keeps a backseat role if she joins the family, or just isn't actively in the vigilantism at all. Just aware of it. Maybe she goes by "Harpy", short for the harpy eagle and their excellent eyesight because she's watching their backs. Danny calls her "Harps" for short.

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[knotholegazette]

north american mammals

Dr. Wachowski teaches her boys a little bit about their earth counterparts

one of my hundreds of millions of unfinished fics

At 9 PM, things in the Wachowski household are winding down. 

Dinner has been had, a movie has been watched, and it being a weekend, everyone is allowed to stay up a little bit longer. Maddie sits on the couch with Ozzie draped over her legs, watching short videos on her phone while she relaxes with a ginger ale. In the kitchen, Tom is on the phone with someone at the Sheriff’s office; a work conversation, but a relaxed one. Upstairs, Knuckles is cleaning up while Sonic reads comic dialogue to him. 

Outside, Tails is alone in the shed, doing work on some new invention. At least, he’s supposed to be. The Wachowskis assume his loud, terrified shriek isn’t part of the project. 

First on the scene, of course, is Sonic, who went through the attic window and down the roof as soon as the sound reached his sensitive ears. Knuckles is a close second, making loud thumps on the roof as he jumps through the window and down into the yard. When the humans of the family open the back door, Ozzie runs out barking, chasing a small dark shadow into the woods surrounding their home.

“Buddy!” Sonic says as he kicks the shed door open from where it was only slightly cracked. “Are you--”

Knuckles pushes brusquely past him. “Fox! Have you been harmed?” 

Tails has both feet on the work table, his back pressed against the closed windows. He looks truly freaked out, but unharmed, at least. “I-I’m okay,” he shivers, wrapping himself with his tails as Sonic hops up onto the table next to him. “I just…”

“Tails, honey!” Maddie gasps as she enters the shed, quickly walking to her sons and picking up her youngest in a tight hug. “What happened?”

“Everything okay?” Tom chimes in, though he seems more concerned with where his dog has run off to, now that he sees the rest of the family is here. Ozzie was clearly chasing something, and once he pushed it to the perimeter, he made his way back, bounding into Tom’s leg. 

“I just…saw something really freaky!” Tails says, wrapping his arms around Maddie’s neck as she holds him. “It was…quadrupedal, like Ozzie, but it was smaller, and…it kind of looked like me.” His triangle ears swivel back and press into his head, lip ever so slightly quivering. 

Maddie and Tom exchange glances, and Maddie takes a deep breath, gently bouncing Tails in her arms. “Well, honey, it was probably just a fox.” Sensing Tails is about to object, she adds, “An Earth fox.”

Everyone in the shed is quiet. Sonic looks between his parents inquisitively, slowly folding his arms over his chest. “So, what, there’s some huge difference in the Earth versions of us? Is that why Tom didn’t recognize me as a hedgehog, which I obviously am?”

Maddie smiles, biting the inside of her cheek. “Well, I guess now is as good a time as any…how about we all go inside, have some ice cream, and talk about this?”

Tom and Ozzie are already heading inside. Knuckles nods thoughtfully, turning to follow his father back into the house. Sonic and Tails go with Maddie, Tails still clutching tightly to his mother’s shoulders. He murmurs into her skin a question about the wild fox trying to bite him, to which he gets whispered reassurance that it wouldn’t, and if it did, he’d be okay, because they’d all take care of him.

Once inside, Tom is portioning out scoops of everyone’s preferred flavors. Maddie positions the boys on the couch as Knuckles brings over everyone’s bowls. As they get comfortable, Maddie gets her laptop from her bedroom and connects it to the TV, the screen turning on to her desktop. Her background is Tom holding a newborn puppy in the lobby of the vet clinic she works at.

“Awww,” Sonic coos, looking back at Tom, who rolls his eyes and looks away. “How romaaaantic. Real Dad material right there. You guys should think about adopting!” Tom reaches down from the back of the couch to tug on his son’s ear. While they banter, Maddie pulls up a picture of a wild fox.

“That’s what I saw!” Tails squeaks through a mouth full of mint chocolate chip. Knuckles and Sonic finally pay attention to the screen. 

Sonic whistles, his eyebrows raising. “Wow, it really does look like a mix between you and Ozzie.”

“Yes,” rumbles Knuckles thoughtfully, “but smaller…and less trustworthy.”

“The common red fox, vulpes vulpes,” Maddie starts, standing by the screen and gesturing to the picture. She feels just like she’s giving a presentation in college again, except then, the auditorium was full of quiet and polite college students, not rowdy and easily-distracted children. “Is an omnivorous mammal found all over Earth. In addition to the red fox, there are gray foxes and arctic foxes, each type sporting a different coat pattern.”

The screen changes and shows a picture of a fox mid-leap, about to crash head-first into the snowy ground. “Foxes are omnivores, but they most often eat meat,” she explains, tucking her hand under her arm. “They’re adept hunters and usually try to catch small animals like birds, rodents, and reptiles.”

“Uh, rodents?” Sonic clears his throat, sitting up on the couch. “That’s what Robotnik calls me.”

“It’s a common misconception that hedgehogs, here on Earth, are part of the rodent family. Actual members of the rodent family include rats, mice, and squirrels. He calls you that to insult you, honey. It’s not scientifically accurate.”

“And he calls himself a super-genius.” Sonic scoffs. Behind him, Tom laughs, and even Knuckles cracks a smile.

“To be fair to Sonic, though…” Tom trails off, and Maddie shoots him a dirty look, knowing he’s leaving her to expand on his point and the unfortunate truth of the boys’ Earth counterparts relationship.

Maddie sighs. “Yes. To be fair to Sonic, if a wild fox met a wild hedgehog, and could somehow get through the hedgehog’s spiny defenses, it would eat it.”

“What?!” Tails shouts, hugging himself in his tails again. Sonic is looking at him with clearly exaggerated horror in his face, but Tails thinks it’s genuine, and only looks more upset. “I- Sonic, I would nev- I would never!!!” he blubbers. 

“Eating your own brother…just because we’re different species!” Sonic moans, putting the back of his hand against his forehead as he pretends to faint. 

Tails clambers onto his lap, grabbing his shoulders and squeaking in his face. “I just said I would never eat you!! Sonic!!!”

[shemarmooresfedora]

Protective of the Princess

Summary: Jo comes home with some unexpected news and Spencer isn’t a fan. (This is a stand-alone one-shot of my completed ‘Rebuilding Family’ series)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: mentions of little kids kissing, spencer freaking out, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: based on this ask from @reidsbookclub and this ask from @samuel-de-champagne-problems

Masterlist

Spencer made it clear to Jo she could be anything she wanted to be growing up.

She would change her mind about her career path quite often but Spencer was always supportive. When she wanted to be a vet, she had a bunch of different stuffed animals to practice on. When she wanted to be an astronaut, you all built a rocket ship out of a cardboard box. When she wanted to be a scientist, Spencer got her a book set of kid’s science books.

One afternoon after school, Jo hopped up on the kitchen counter as Spencer was making her a snack and you were playing with the twins on the floor.

“Daddy, I can’t go to work any more,” Jo stated.

“Why not, Princess?” Spencer asked, sliding apple slices and peanut butter in front of her.

“I have a baby and husband now,” Jo explained.

“You got a baby and husband in one day?” you questioned.

“Thomas kissed me and then we got married under the slide at recess and now we have a baby. I don’t have time for work, Daddy,” Jo sounded exasperated.

“Thomas did WHAT?” Spencer gaped.

“He kissed me like you kiss Mommy every morning before work,” she demonstrated the little peck on her baby doll.

Spencer’s eyes widened, “Y/N, please help.”

You stood from the blanket where the twins were having tummy time.

“Jo, how about you wait until you’re a little older to start kissing people? A hug or high five can show love to. You can try that next time,” you suggested.

“Daddy says kissing is safer than handshakes though,” Jo reminded you.

“Nope! I lied! Kissing is very dangerous,” Spencer shook his head empathically, “Don’t kiss.”

“But we have a baby together,” Jo held up her baby doll.

“I see that. What’s their name?” you asked.

“This is Derek,” she informed you.

“You named him after your uncle? That’s very sweet,” you smiled.

“I want a real one so I can name it Penelope. I want to have a big belly like Mommy used to have. How are babies made?” she questioned.

Spencer grasped your hand, looking very pale, “Y/N, I need to lie down.”

“One second, love,” you squeezed his hand before turning back to Jo, “You can’t have a baby until you’re much older. Then, I’ll explain it to you, okay?”

Jo nodded.

“I need to take Daddy to bed. He’s feeling a little sick,” you told her, “You can play with the twins.”

“Actually,” Spencer slipped his hand out of yours, “I’m going to go for a drive. I’ll be back in a bit.”

You looked at him curiously as he leaned in for a kiss but then retreated under the watchful eyes of Jo.

You followed him into the entryway as he laced his converse up, “Where are you going?”

“I’ve never heard of a Thomas before until now. I need Penelope to check this kid out.”

“Check this kid out?” you laughed, “What are you expecting to find? A nine year old with a criminal record?”

“I need to make sure my daughter is safe,” he looked up at you seriously.

“Okay,” you relented, “You’re a great dad albeit very protective,” you kissed him goodbye.

“Are we going to start having to only kiss in private now?” you smirked.

“I don’t want her seeing and copying it at school,” Spencer sighed, “The last thing I want is to get a phone call from her teacher that our daughter needs to stop kissing people.”

“Okay, sneaking around could be fun anyways,” you smiled, giving him another kiss, “Tell the team I say hi.”

-

“Who does this Thomas kid think he is?” Spencer grumbled to himself as he was in the elevator, “Kissing my sweet little precious daughter. I should have him arrested. Maybe I don’t have the grounds for an arrest but I can show him my badge and scare him off.”

His ranting stopped as he knocked on Penelope’s door.

“Who is it?” she chirped.

“Spencer,” he replied, “I brought you a croissant.”

“It’s open!”

Spencer opened the door and handed her the paper bag.

“And it’s still warm!” she squealed, “You must really love me.”

“I do but I also need a favor,” he spoke.

“Name it, boy wonder,” she readied herself at her keyboard.

“I need you to look up a boy named Thomas in Jo’s class.”

“Is this kid bullying her?” she gritted her teeth, “I swear to god, I will reign hell down on this kid if he is.”

“No, it’s the opposite actually. He kissed her,” Spencer sighed.

“She already got her first kiss?” Penelope gasped.

“I know! I didn’t even have mine until 25,” Spencer replied.

Penelope clicked away at her keys, “We’ve got two Thomases in her class but according to the attendance record, Thomas Jacobson was out sick today meaning Thomas Bennett is our guy.”

“What do we know about him?” Spencer asked, crouching down to look at Penelope’s screen.

“Plays on the town soccer team, has an allergy to shellfish, good report card,” Penelope stated.

“Anything else? Any visits to the principals? Sketchy friends?” he questioned.

“I guess the sketchiest friend he has would be his imaginary friend named Robby the cowboy according to his mom’s facebook. He’s got a squeaky clean school record.”

“Let me see what this kid looks like,” Spencer desperately demanded.

Penelope gave him a look.

“Please,” he added.

The group class pictures of the past 3 years popped up on to Penelope’s screen. Each year, Jo and Thomas were standing next to each other smiling and laughing in various poses.

“He doesn’t look like much of a threat to me,” Penelope stated.

“Why hasn’t she ever asked for him to come over on a playdate?” he asked.

“She was probably scared her dad was going to embarrass her,” Penelope chuckled.

“She’s in 3rd grade! No boys!” Spencer crossed his arms.

“That rule is setting you up for a rebellious stage later in life,” Penelope rolled her eyes.

“So I just let this happen?” Spencer sighed, dropping into the chair next to Penelope.

“Yes, you’re supposed to protect her but not from nice boys who make her happy.”

“But she’s just my sweet little girl,” Spencer started to tear up.

“And she always will be but you need to let her live her life,” Penelope explained.

“I know. Thanks Penelope.”

-

You heard the car pull in while you were making dinner. You lowered the setting on the stove and made your way over to the door.

“Hey,” you greeted him, wrapping your arms around him.

“Hi,” he snuggled into the crook of your nest.

“Did you find Thomas on the FBI’s most wanted list?” you joked.

“No, he’s a good kid,” Spencer sighed in defeat, “I just don’t like the thought of her growing up. Then, she’ll eventually have to leave us.”

“That’s what being a parent is,” you whispered, “You love them, care for them, and prepare them for the world as best you can but then you have to set them free. But, I have good news for you,” you smiled.

“What?”

“You’re stuck with me forever,” you grinned.

“Thank god,” Spencer squeezed you tighter.

“Daddy!” Jo ran into the room, “Lion King is playing in theaters tonight! We need to go!”

“Okay, Princess,” he looked to you for support and you squeezed his hand, “Do you think Thomas would want to come?”

“Yes! He loves Lion King!” Jo exclaimed, running to go get ready.

“You’re a great dad,” you reminded him once again.

“I’m still going to be watching this kid like a hawk,” Spencer admitted.

“As you should,” you grinned, kissing him.

Soon enough, Jo came home next week saying she wanted to be a congresswoman and they were back to their old adventures.

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