#felicia day pack

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Gregory House M.D.

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[harteus]

Get The Love Letter here!

Hiii! Happy summer! We've been having on and off rain and sunshine, but trying to make the best of each day! Me and my partner have moved into our temporary living situation with our friends. They own a church so we have plenty of space here! I can now feel lil baby kicking every day. Such a strange and wonderful feeling. Hope you're doing well!

This pack is centered around this illustration I made last year, which is inspired by the song "Hounds of Love" by Kate Bush! For the stickers we've got one electric blue pansy and three running hounds of love. 🤍 I think the hounds one will look aaaamaaaazing wrapped around a water bottle for example as this sticker is quite large.

I've also ordered the thank you cards I illustrated recently, hopefully they turn out well! I ordered a big batch of them so, fingers crossed!

The dimensions for the items in this package are:

Postcard print: Hounds (A6)

Sticker 1: Blue Pansy (4,5 x 4,8 cm)

Sticker 2: Hounds of Love (12 x 5,1 cm)

To get the July send out, you'll have to join or stick around the The Love Letter tier during the month of July.

Much love,

Felicia

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🏔️The Retreat 🏔️- Chapter VI

Prologue | Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Misc references & details

Summary: Lorena and Gale make strides during the last bit of winter prep. Gale finally reveals his heart and goals to Lorena, to her surprise its music to her ears.

Pairing: Gale Cleven x Lorena (black fem oc)

Warnings:  None

Tropes: Slow Burn, opposites attract, forbidden love

Word Count: 2.1K

Lorena listens from her bedroom as the wind howls outside. The familiar sounds of Gale’s footsteps on the wood floors can be heard from where she lay as he did his nightly check of the homes interior. A quilt lays over her now, a far cry from what was required in the summer. Lorena counts the twelve steps and holds her breath laying silently in the dark as Gale takes another ten steps to her door. It was a staple every night, perhaps a habit from the war. Lately, things between them have evolved. Gale hovers. He lingers in the doorway for a few moments before heading back down the hall to his room. Leaving Lorena’s heart racing for those moments and thereafter. The words of Rose and the implications from Felicia, her sister had been adding up. Lorena hadn’t run away to find anyone, she wasn’t looking for anything besides a refuge and peace of mind. Gale’s retreat had been somewhat of a happy miracle but now her mind can’t help but wonder if it’s more. Her once peaceful sleep; is restless as she tosses and turns at the memory of how it felt to be held. To exist in a mans arms, wrapped in his embraces, covered in his scent, completely at ease and his. But things had changed, Lorena wasn’t a girl anymore, she’d grown in to a woman and so it meant even more. Whomever she decided to be with wouldn’t just have a slab of marble to be molded at their leisure. Lorena had years to chip away at the stone herself, creating someone she could be proud of.

When morning comes too soon Lorena dumps her thoughts into a journal after freshening up and is surprised to see Gale sitting at the table when she emerges.

“I was just about to come up and check on you” he says with an aromatic black coffee in hand.

“Good morning, You didn’t sleep much either I take it” Lo smiles pointing at his cup.

“The wind was relentless, maybe we cleared too many trees” he suggests.

“Maybe” Lorena shrugs. “So what’s on the agenda for the day?” She asks.

“We have no visitors, I thought maybe we could go into town and get you a couple more sweaters” Gale shrugs with a spark in his eye.

“You really do not have any faith in me lasting the winter” Lorena remarks taking her seat at the two person table. A smirk plays on Gales lips. Neither of them had realized how the house was furnished for two suddenly felt like a home, nor had Gale realized how Lorena had come in and filled the empty space.

“I have plenty of faith in you. I know myself and I won’t be able handle seeing you suffer well. You’re stubborn enough to freeze while making a point” Gale says knowing her well.

“Sometimes Gale Cleven, you're a sweet man. Let me take this upstairs and get myself together” Lorena smiles taking her plate. As she turns Gale sits with a fresh blush on his cheeks. He takes a moment before heading out to pack up his truck. It was getting harder and harder for him to keep his thoughts away from Lorena and him being more than friends. There was a beautiful women sharing his home with him. Arguably the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, inside and out.

“Gale!” He hears her shout. “Get in here! I’m not going into town with your hair like that!” She continues from the window.

Mumbling curses under his breath Gale makes his way into the house and upstairs into her makeshift beauty parlour. He sits without another word. Lorena wraps a cape around him before running her hand through his overgrown hair. Gale watches her in the mirror as she combs up and clips his hair until it’s neatly coiffed and styled. Watching Lorena in her element had quickly become one of Gale’s favourite pastimes.

“’There, now you’ll get the fanfare you deserve.” Lorena winks patting his shoulder. Standing Gale admires himself in the mirror. He reaches into his pocket to get out money to pay for the service.

Lorena scoffs, “Don’t be silly Gale, we’re friends” 

“Exactly” Gale says taking her wrist and placing the payment in it. The contact catches both of them in a moment. Swallowing Lorena breaks the intense eye contact.

“Let me get my purse thanks” she mumbles.

Rose’s words haunt Lorena as she heads down to the car where Gale waits beside the open passenger door looking like one of the men in the pictures. The stakes of reading him wrong were insurmountable levels of shame. The radio plays for the  entirety of the drive into town. Instead of one of the ugly sweaters on display Lorena buys a few balls of wool yarn and dye hoping to learn how to knit from Rose. Gale searches for his own things paying for everything and putting them in his truck. It’s nearly sunset when they decide to head into the cinema. Gale holds the popcorn as whispers begin about the recluse on a date. Lorena hears the chatter and does her best to ignore it. Both of them sit uncomfortable with the newness of the experience. Neither of them had ever had to guess whether or not someone was interested in them. No one had ever been reserved or shy about their affections. The sound of Lorena’s laughter brings him back to the moment. Stretching he places an arm around her for comfort. Lorena scoots into him instinctively.

“Thanks for today Gale, I had fun” she confesses.

“Might be the last time before weather turns but if we can make it down before then, I’d be happy to bring you” he offers.

“Cleven” a man says approaching. Gale turns to face him. “I have some mail in for you. I just thought I could save myself a trip”

“Fair enough” Gale nods and the man procures a stack of letters.

“Is this the mail for everyone?” Gale asks.

“Yes all residents on the lake” the postman responds. “Thank you, good evening Mr. Cleven, Miss” the young man nods tipping his cap. Lorena organizes mail stack as Gale drives.

“He still writes…” Gale comments knowing the familiar brown envelopes that come from Reggie Lorena’s ex husband.

“Guilt” Lorena sighs missing the hint of possessiveness in Gale’s eyes.. “He can’t be disliked, my siblings are making it hard to carry on” Lorena sighs.

“If he apologized and asked you to come back would you?” Gale asks for the first time. But Lorena hadn’t run across the country to be chased, she had run to be forgotten. To disappear.

“Reggie’s too proud to beg and I do think he loves his new fiancé as much as it makes me sick.” She admits.

“He’d beg Lorena. He knows he’s messed up that’s why he still writes and sends you money.” Gale shares resentful of the distance each letter puts between them.

“Are you still in touch with your sweetheart?” Lorena asks and Gale swallows hard clutching the steering wheel.

“No, she made her choice clear. Her new fiancé forbids any correspondence.” Gale explains.

Lorena sighs, “I’m sorry” 

“Don’t be, she hates it here and made everyone miserable for the week she was here. Today she’d be fine and tomorrow I’d be worried about losing her. It was no good.” Gale confesses.

“All the other guys go into town for women and have trysts, has she sworn you off women or are you waiting for her?” Lorena asks curious.

“I’m not sworn off of women” Gale smiles omitting the uglier truths about his time at brothels before realizing his business kept him far more sated than paid pleasure ever could. “I don’t have a lot of time with the Retreat and women require time” he explains. 

“Women don’t require as much time as you think. I think that’s you Gale. With the exception of Bucky none of those guys really know you and you only started opening up to me after months of being here. You’re the most reserved and respectful man I know. It’s atypical - women aren’t taught how to read that” Lorena’s words are frank. 

With Gale there were none of the usual tell tale signs. The head-rush, the butterflies, the fiery lust that blurs your senses. Reggie had flicked on every switch within her in so little time but now as she sat across from Gale she was considering for the first time that it may not have been the whirlwind romance she once thought it was. Smiling Gales thoughts were oddly similar. He’d never come across a woman like Lorena. Instead of resting on her laurels she’d turned her entire life upside down.

“I tread lightly because you have a wicked temper” he says amused. Lorena’s cheeks burn. “If I say the wrong thing…” he teases.

“I won’t go upside your head Gale” Lorena chuckles. “You just met me when I was raw and very angry. You, Rose the Retreat have been good for me. Good to me. I can repay it in patience” Lorena confesses and Gale nods turning on the last stretch home.

“The next decade, if all goes well what does it look like to you?”

“Decade?! You really are a mad man if you can think that far ahead. I’m not clear on what I’ll wear tomorrow” Lorena objects.

Gale nods silently with a small smirk playing on his lips as he relaxes his grip on the wheel. “I want a staff to help me run the retreat. A finished barn so I can keep more animals. I want to expand the house and move the retreat to the other side of the lake for some privacy. I want life to be easy and peaceful.”

Closing her eyes Lorena can see it clearly. “You’ll have it all, but you’ve got to work on your communication if you’re gonna have a staff.” Gale smiles at Lorena’s jest as his heart burns to be brave and tell her the whole truth of vision for the future.

“My wife would handle the staff and I would handle them if they mishandled her” Gale says having thought it through already. Lorena found herself amused with that image.

“Fair enough and would I be welcome here in a decade?” She asks as he parks outside his home.

“Lorena, in a perfect world you never leave” Gale says with his eyes holding hers. Her mouth gapes and then closes as she tries to process. Blinking it takes a moment for the weight of his words to register. When she turns back Gale is sitting there still and waiting like always. In a perfect world you would never leave. A replay in his voice floats across her consciousness. Catching the meaning he nods in affirmation without any words before opening his car door. She waits seated hoping he will head in and let her recover but it’s not to be. Gale walks around the front of his truck to open her door. Looking down there he stands with a hand outreached for her as her heart races. Reaching out for Gale his hand closes around hers. Heading inside Gale lights the lamp only to be bombarded with a hug. Steadying himself Gale holds Lorena closer, tighter than ever before as he revels in the feeling and her sweet scent. She’d been so far from perfect these last few months and he still wanted her with him. Parting slowly Lorena looks up at Gale whose eyes rest on her lips.

“I’m gonna do right by you Lorena” he whispers running his hands over her hair. Looking up Lorena resigns herself to following his lead. Cupping the side of her face he kisses her forehead pulling her into another embrace. Resting against his chest she can feel his heart racing and hear its drumming. For the first time since the war the both of them feel like they’re settled and safe.

After freshening up Lorena is in her bed as Gale begins his checks. She counts the steps and when he gets to her door this time he waits for a moment longer than normal. She hears him whisper a goodnight before heading into his room. Looking up at the ceiling and around the room Lorena feels the distance between them too much.  Slipping into her house shoes she closes her robe heading over to Gales room. She finds the door open and sees Gale rise in his bed out of confusion. There are no words exchanged as Lorena climbs into bed beside him. The bed smells like his aftershave now his pillows would smell like her perfume. It takes a moment for Gale to move but when he does he pulls Lorena in close. Sliding his arm under hers as the big spoon. There was no more tossing or turning that night only sound sleep and deep appreciation.

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Authors Note: Back with another update for our favorite Major. Thanks in advance for all comments, likes and reblogs. Also if you made it this far my requests are open 😉 xoxo

[baiabay]

No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Scaredy-Cat

Prologue

Chapter 1: Current Chapter

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name ! <33

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A/N: Spot is here!!

 Hey all! Okay so first things first thank you so much for all the support of the last chapter! It honestly means alot given that ive never written before lol. Alsoooo sorry for the radio-silence after the last release, i just graduated highschool! So yay for me :) also means that ill have much more time to write since its summer break for me now. Lastly,sorry if this chapter seemed kinda slow, I wanted to try to incorporate what this universes’ Felicia Hardys “canon events”(or what would be of her canon events) would look like in this chapter to set up a bit of backstory, as someone who doesn’t read the comics nor play the games, pls forgive any inaccuracies in Felicias lore as I am only going based off of wikipedia (plus in this story reader is a minor so I wanted to exclude the nsfw trauma that Felicia goes through in og story) I also wanted to find out a way how to integrate reader into the main plot which is why i decided to feature Spot in this chapter :D thanks again for the support and don’t forget that this chapter along with any future ones will be posted to ao3/tumblr under the same title!

P.S. Much more Spider-Miles/Black Cat interactions next chapter!!

Word Count: 1844

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You remembered it like it was yesterday.

Seven months ago, Brooklyn, New York.

Your father - The Black Cat’s face on every screen in the country, but most importantly yours.

BREAKING NEWS: WORLD-RENOWNED CAT BURGLAR CAUGHT IN THE ACT : IDENTITY SHOCKS THE NATION

…huh?

LIVE ON THE SCENE: ‘BLACK CAT’ REVEALED TO BE MULTI MILLIONAIRE WALTER HARDY AFTER RUN-IN WITH SPIDER-MAN

…no, this-

THIS JUST IN: CAT BURGLAR WALTER HARDY PRESUMED DEAD AT HEIST SCENE - POSSESSIONS TO BE TURNED IN TO OFFICIALS

This can’t be happening.

It was all too much at once. 

He never kept it secret from you. You knew about your father’s job.

You knew all about what he did. The planning, the heists, the reselling, he had done it for years. And you knew all about it.  But he had been doing this for years. Long enough to allow your family to live very comfortably. Long enough that you believed he would never be caught.

But yet there you were, all that you knew burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Frantically packing everything you could into any bag you could find; clothes, money, pictures, weapons, anything - before they could take it away from you.��

And when they did, it was brutal. 

Live-streamed news coverage of men raiding your home, rummaging through your stuff- your father’s stuff- as if he never existed. 

Soon enough there were auctions. Bids, worth millions, on your father’s items, broadcasted across the nation, with drinks and music and finger foods - they made a fucking sport out of it. 

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the cheers in the street after the big-bad-black-cat was pronounced dead. The endless praise Spider-man received, that of which he took with a smile on his face. You had wished you could kill him.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the day Peter Parker died.

You laughed.

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Seven months later, Brooklyn, New York.

Ugh.

Muscles aching, you stretched up in your bed, and groaned. Ruffling the bedhead out of your hair, you reluctantly trudged out of your mattress to open a window. Coincidentally, one of your many cats was perched perfectly on its sill, wide-eyed and tail flicking in your direction.

“...This whole heist stuff is really catching up to me, huh?”

The cat stared. You sighed. You really had to get yourself some friends.

Ever since your fathers passing, you’ve basically been on your own. Shortly after all his (and your) possessions were seized, you hopped around until you managed to find shelter in a shitty apartment on the west side of town. You, fueled purely by spite (with a tasteful teeny tiny dash of vengeance on the side), inherited the criminal persona of your father, along with his criminal tendencies, and took upon yourself the name of The Black Cat. 

All this time you’ve managed to keep your identity completely secret, not even your resellers knew who you were. That came with one major drawback though… you were extremely lonely.

Even with your frequent charity rounds around the community, noone really knew who you were. Even though Black Cat was nonviolent, the name was widely feared seemingly everywhere you went. Even with your days at school, the school you’ve been going to for months now, you made your way around the halls unnoticed. 

Speaking of school, you were late. 

Shit. 

Spending ample time dazing out your window, you’ve completely lost track of time. You disregarded your hair and rushed to pull on your uniform. Stumbling around your complex you hastily dumped too large of a portion of cat food into the automatic feeder, something you’re sure the cats will be grateful for. Shoving a few snacks into your bag, you simultaneously shuffled into your school shoes, proceeding to dash out the door. 

Sprinting down the stairs, nearly tripping once, twice, you whipped out your phone to check when the next bus route would arrive. 35 minutes.

Shitshitshit.

You paused, still in the stairwell, before turning to sprint in the opposite direction, towards the rooftop terrace. Creaking open the door, you checked to make sure noone else was up there before making your way towards the edge of the terrace. To anyone else but you, it would look like a young student was about to make an unfortunate decision and jump. And jump you did. 

You fell for a few seconds, relishing in the way your stomach dropped. You’d never get tired of that feeling. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. Pulling and releasing, you quickly fell into a swinging pattern, towards Brooklyn Visions. 

Hidden from the eyes of civilians, you swung yourself through the shadows. Everyone looked so small from up there, and for a brief second, you found power in your lonesome. In the corner of your eye you noticed what seemed to be a lanky white figure clumsily flying through the air. (You paid it no mind).

Dropping down into a dark alleyway much closer to campus, you continued your mad dash towards the main entrance. Winded, you finally made your way inside the building, a thin layer of sweat shined on your forehead. The hallways were empty, class must be in session. You took a few steps forward, making your way towards your classroom until being knocked over by a student, very evidently in a hurry. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to-I’m just in a rush, I didn’t mean…”

The boy reached out his hand to help you up.

“Hey, it's no problem, I get it.”

You smiled, and took your hand in his. He hesitated for a moment, staring, brows furrowed at your now interlocked hands, before nodding and continuing his sprint down the hallways. 

You took in his disheveled appearance, his wonky tie, his half-tucked shirt, untied laces, dark eyes, curly hair, brown skin, sweaty palms…

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted with the shrill ringing of the school bell. Suddenly, the hallways flooded with students rushing towards their next classes, you decided to follow suit. 

On the other side of the hallway, Miles Morales lingered on how his spidey-sense flashed alarms in his head when his hand touched yours. Every nerve in his system telling him to run, fight, dodge, anything to get away from you-he couldn't put his finger on why. (He paid it no mind). Blaming it on nerves, Miles shoved his way through the packed hallways, dreading the meeting waiting for him in the guidance counselor's office. 

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School was a bust, as always. Nothing new, you made your way through the rest of the day unnoticed. As always. But you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

At the moment, you were in the middle of going through numerous number-codes on a padlock blocking the vault door to an extremely expensive gemstone. You’ve been salivating over this stone for weeks now, planning out how and when exactly you would strike to get this thing in your hands. You could see it now, the headlines, the chaos, after some rando millionaire’s little rock was taken from him…

“Woah, hey, you’re new!”

You flinched, hard. Whipping around towards the source of this unusually chipper voice. You were met with… a cow? … Man?

You stared, hard. 

“Okay, hey. The ogling isn’t necessary… I just-”

The cowman’s sentence was cut short with a quick lash of your whip, that of which he caught…? Your whip seemed to phase right through a large black hole on his torso, the opposite end appearing in a similar black hole right behind you, the whips end striking your back. You cried out, hit with the full force of your lash.

Sinister giggles emerged from the spotted figure, pointed towards your pained form. You trembled, in shock. 

“It’s rude to interrupt.” 

Spot stepped slowly towards you, his…well, spots, whirring aggressively, pointedly. You were frozen on the ground. Staring up at him, your lips trembled open.

“What,” You coughed. Once, twice. “-what are you?”

The black and white figure straightened, only to then fold over into a dramatic, hilariously unthreatening pose. 

“You, can call me… The Sp-”

“Some sort of cow?” You snickered. It was now his turn to flinch, hard. 

“I am NOT a-” The cow cleared his throat. “I am not a cow…whydoeseveryonesaythat…I, am the most dangerous villain you’ve ever seen, The Spo-”

“I mean, what’s with that getup?” The grin on your face grew. “Is that… is that supposed to be a costume? Orrrr…” 

The Spot sighed, defeated. “...it’s skin.”

“It’s skin?” 

“Yes, yes, now I-”

You stood up, energy back and eyes crinkled. 

“Wow, that’s…hm, interesting…skin, that’s skin? Sorry, sorry-listen man, I uh, I really gotta get back to this, so if you don’t mind?”

Stepping backwards in offence, the spotted figure shook in anger before swinging out his arm, releasing numerous dark voids around the room. Hitting practically every surface, but one most importantly, landing on the vault door, separating you, from your stone.

“Ah-wait-”

Swiftly, The Spot weaved his way through his holes, limbs popping up and out around the room in a way you couldn’t even begin to reach for your whip. 

No way was he about to take it from you.

But take it, he did.

In what felt like seconds, the whole room was engulfed in black. Stumbling backwards, you fell through one of the voids, flailing ungracefully, swimming through nothing. 

It was hard to breathe. 

A shrill crackling terrorized your ears, and before you, appeared a very disheveled Spot, now fully black with white spots, facial dot whirring and trained on you.

Gem in hand. 

Panic.

You were panicking. The sound of blood thrummed in your ears as you squirmed around in nothingness. Fuck the rock, you just had to get out of here. 

A cold hand grabs your wrist, dragging you upwards, towards the crackling form. 

For the second time today, you were frozen.

“I am not a cow,”

The form spoke lowly.

“I am not some villain of the week”,

Frozen still, you did nothing but stare straight into his glare.

“I. Am. The Spot”.

Suddenly, you were dropped. For the second time today, your stomach dropped with you. Next thing you know you’re falling through another void, leading not into darkness, but through the city skyline. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. 

As soon as your feet reached a solid surface, your legs buckled. Heaving, you failed to process what just took place, heart pounding in your ears. 

“...the fuck was that?”

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Miles received word of commotion taking place downtown, something to do with spots. He had hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, and it was. It was, and was so much worse. 

Dark spots littered a large manor, maniacal cackling emerging from its center. In the corner of his eye a familiar masked figure hunched over, breathing rapidly, staring straight ahead at the mess of spots.

(He paid it some mind.)

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Characters: Insomniac!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: What would Miles’ life be like if he had his own Black Cat? With Felicia Hardy gone, someones gotta be the elusive, sweet-worded kitty cat to the all too pent up Spider-hero.

Warnings: A little bit of flirting mentions, but that’s about it!

A/N: Wow, I had this idea for the longest time, and somebody actually read my mind! I def wanna make this into a bigger thing, but for right now I’m just easing myself back into writing since I had a real bad writer’s block. Maybe with some time, I’ll be able to develop this into something more!

Edit: for some reason I had trouble posting this with the ask attached that requested this originally. And it was anonymous so I can't at the requester, but if you're still around, I hope this satisfies you!

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First and foremost I think that Miles would want to think you’re cool as hell, but given what he knows about Felicia Hardy and subsequently Peter and her’s relationship, homeboy is trying NOT to have history repeat itself with you. Because no matter how cool your outfit is or the fact that you pack a mean punch, you’re bad news and he needs to keep you at arms length. But when he gets to know you, that obviously becomes harder and harder the more the two of you cross paths.

I like to think that you guys meet in school first. You’re a new student this semester, placed right in Miles’ homeroom. You weren’t hard to notice with your striking white hair, always had earbuds in your ears, and could be caught humming tunes throughout the day. You become friends due to your shared love for music and art, and when you start using the same excuses he’d use for his friends and family about why you couldn’t hang out as often anymore, he’s too blindsided by your friendship (and the teeny tiny crush he’s developed) to question it

Though when the two of you meet mask to mask, however, it’s a different story. You play this elusive and secretive role so good as much as he considers you a rival, Miles also finds himself admiring the way that you’re so graceful with your getaways, and the fact that you are always teasing him doesn’t help either.

You laid it on thick, but after a while of swinging around the city trying to catch you, he’d gotten used to your flirting and the jabs you’d take at him, even throwing back a few of his own. He’s a smooth kid, learned the game from his uncle of course, and just as hot as you’d get him under the mask, you found yourself trying to keep down the heat rising to your ears whenever he came back with something clever and sweet. It was a sweet cat and mouse game the two of you played - even though technically one of you wasn’t a mouse.

The jig is up, however, when a bigger threat the city is posed and you’re caught in the middle of it and are badly injured when trying to fight it off. Miles is quick to rescue you, but the pride he feels from saving the elusive Black Cat is short-lived when he realizes that the face of the vigilante behind the half torn mask is none other than someone he considers one of  his best friends.

It gets awkward after that, and you’re quick to catch on as to why, because you, having deduced who the black and red-clad secondary Spiderman of New York truly was, knew how this would go if a conversation wasn’t had. And you tell him straight up that this life isn’t a game to you; you’ve been brought up in it and know the dangers and the risks, so he can’t talk you out of it. And if it was a deal breaker to your friendship, then, even though it would hurt like hell, you would have no problem in cutting Miles off.

And just like that, what Miles feared had come true - it was the same story with Peter and Felicia all over again - and yet, he still made an effort to try and see things from your perspective, to make it to where history didn’t HAVE to repeat itself, knowing that any feelings he’d have for you were no good in his line of work.

You know it too, though. Whatever budding feelings that were happening between the two of you couldn’t come to fruition, because Miles was a superhero for the people, and you were just a street cat looking out for yourself. There was a stark difference in the way each of you looked over your shoulders for constant threats to your existences, yours debatably being worse than Miles’ and you couldn’t drag him down with you.

But there still was this string that kept the two of you together. Perhaps it was the fact that you still had classes together in school. Perhaps it was the fact that you lived right next to each other and it was impossible to avoid one another throughout the day. Or perhaps it was the fact that, despite being two completely different people in two completely different lives, with and without the mask, you both still wanted to make it work; whatever would be between the two of you.

Even though you butt heads like water to a flame, Miles protected you with all his might, and you helped him in the hardest of cases with any intel you could gather. No, you couldn’t be together, but you’d still look out for each other; there was no avoiding that. You were his Black Cat, after all. And he was your Little Spider

[dragomirthewizard]

Day 2 of Month of Darkness (unofficial): Coterie/Pack

Myles's coterie from Roots of the Old Country! Ghost!Felicia showed up for the photo shoot.

[crushedtincan]

Alone Together

Characters: Felicia Hardy and Walter Hardy from Insomniac’s Marvel’s Spider-Man (the first one)

Summary: Just in the nick of time, Felicia comes across a new companion while Walter struggles to come up with plans on how to escape the Maggia. (A glimpse into insomniac!Felicia’s childhood.)

Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship, Family Bonding, Family issues, Parenting, Like father like daughter, Adopting Pet, Pets, Angst, Sad ending

Rating: T

Notes: I haven’t written anything in a long time, but I’ve had enough of the lack of Felicia fanfics, she deserves more attention. Thank you so much @uh-kitty-got-wet for reading this over for me and giving me feedback 💕

Walter’s days with Felicia were limited. Whenever he looked at his little girl, he wanted to pack their things and escape the country with her. Run away and never look back, start everything anew. He knew this was easier said than done. But after he dwelled on possibilities for days, it dawned upon him that it couldn’t be done at all. His heart dropped knowing that a safe life with his little girl wouldn’t be possible. Not with him in the picture.

He might have been a simple cat burglar, well, maybe not that simple since he was highly skilled and working all by himself. Yet despite all that, he was sure that not even the most intricate tricks up his sleeve could help him out of this situation. Not when the entire Maggia was after him. They already found out his identity, and the moment they mentioned Felicia, he knew they were done for.

After taking a sip from his lukewarm coffee, he turned to Felicia, watching her innocently play with some dolls he had gifted her the other day, unaware of their situation.

Felicia turned to Walter with a toothy grin. “Daddy, look!”

She proceeded to clack the dolls against each other and reenacted a scene from a movie they watched together, but Walter couldn’t focus on what she was trying to show him. He shook off the racing thoughts and managed to give her a bittersweet smile when she was done and waiting for his verdict. “That’s great, kiddo”, he said with pseudo enthusiasm.

“Can I have your ice cream, Daddy?”

That simple question was the first thing that pushed Walter’s overwhelming thoughts into the back of his mind, and he bursted out laughing at his daughter's toothy and impish grin.

Currently, they were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying ice cream together while it was still hot and sunny outside. He wanted to spend as much time with Felicia before anything would happen to either of them. If things went south, this could be their last memories together.

He took her ice cream and switched it with his. She jolted in her seat, delighted that she got her desired ice cream, and immediately started consuming it, unbothered by her father ruffling her hair. “If you wanted chocolate, why didn’t you say so from the start?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Uh, I dunno.”

“Kids”, Walter thought to himself, shaking his head yet smiling from ear to ear.

It didn’t take her long to finish her ice cream, and while Walter was still enjoying his, Felicia started bombarding him with questions, as kids usually did. They had a lovely and long conversation. What came as a surprise to Walter, was that they even talked about Lydia, and how she’d have a strawberry ice cream with them if she were still with them.

The fact that Felicia could talk so joyfully about her mother made Walter’s heart swell with pride. For such a young girl, she was incredibly strong and resilient. Sometimes he didn’t dare utter a word about Lydia, afraid that talking about her would resurface all the pain he had caused. To himself, but mostly Felicia. And here she was, smiling at the mention of her beloved mom.

The ice cream almost started dripping onto his hand, untouched for a couple of minutes due to the topic of Felicia’s mother stirring something within him and robbing his appetite. Everything seemed to slow down for him. Felicia had her sparkling eyes. Recognizing Lydia in his daughter's face reminded him of the guilt he had to carry to this very day. Lydia died. He had always blamed the Black Cat, but had he ever blamed the man behind the mask? Had he ever blamed himself? It was all his doing in the end. He was playing it too risky. He couldn’t allow Felicia to be next. Maybe she would be better off without him in the picture.

Felicia interrupted his planning once again when she felt a sudden raindrop hit her left cheek. “Daddy, I think it’s gonna rain”

They didn’t even realize the sun was starting to disappear behind thick, dark clouds.

Walter reached out to wipe the drop away, but as soon as he did, yet another fell upon her face. He sighed, “So it seems…”, and got up. He opened up his hand, and she jumped off the bench before putting her hand in his. “Let’s go home, kiddo. Before it starts pouring.”

And it surely did start pouring. At least it wasn’t dark yet, and Walter didn’t have to clean her chocolate-stained face since the rain did it for him. They started running, so they could get home quicker, until Felicia exclaimed, “Wait!”

She stood still, forcing Walter to a stop along with her. “What is it, kid? You okay?”

Felicia didn’t answer him but looked around as if she were looking for something in the rain. Had she lost something or forgotten something at the park?

Before Walter could question her, she let go of his hand and bolted in another direction. “I’ll be right back!” she called while not even looking back. Walters' eyes widened as he ran after her. The worst-case scenarios were starting to flood his mind. What if someone was following them? What if she was lured into a trap?

“Felicia, wait!” Walter called out for her. She didn’t hear him from the heavy raindrops colliding with the ground. When he caught up with her in the street corner, he saw her kneeling to inspect something next to the trash bags. They were looking at a small kitten, abandoned in a little box. It was shaking like a leaf, and it sneezed. Walter was amazed at the fact that Felicia could hear its meowing in the rain. “Look, daddy, it’s a little kitty! The kitty is so lonely…” She turned to her dad and begged him, “Can we bring the kitty home, pleaaaaaaase?”

Walter looked down at the both of them, and he knew then and there that this was a sign, and everything was falling into place. They found each other.

“Of course, Sweetheart. Let’s go home now.”

At home, Felicia took a shower while Walter took it upon himself to dry the kitten. Luckily he had some experience with cats of all ages before, since Lydia loved them so much, so he knew what had to be done.

A couple of days went by fast. They brought the kitten to a vet as soon as possible and took him in. A bunch of necessities for the kitten were bought, and one too many cat toys, and Felicia already took it upon herself to name the kitten.

“Daddy, look at his paws! He has white paws, and they look like mittens. So his name is Mr. Mittens!”

Felicia wanted to do everything for Mr. Mittens. She was feeding him, playing with him, and even insisted on doing the kitty litter. Walter bristled with pride when he saw how responsible Felicia was being. She was his smart little girl. And even though it was too early to let her go, he knew she was a fighter.

That night while tucking her in was the night he feared the most. He had to tell her goodbye. He made sure to tell her what he needed her to know. He kissed the top of her head, and booped her nose, making her giggle.

“Felicia, I…”

His mouth froze. There were too many words waiting to be spoken out loud. He swallowed them painfully.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Felicia looked at him with bright eyes, and answered, “I love you too, daddy.”

Walter hugged her tightly and tried to blink the tears away when he felt her little hands squeeze him back one last time, before leaving her room and quietly closing the door shut.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face, unaware of the fact that Walter was still wide awake, regretfully writing a letter with her name on it next to her room.

She couldn’t have known.

She couldn’t have known that those were the last words she would have ever told her dad.

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

33 and/or 55 for piers and Luis bc I’m interested to see where you take this 🫡

hello!! thank you ☺️ I've got something to go along with this in the future. I am extremely excited about these two. (also this is inspired by @samblerambles's metaltangofield AU.)

Pairing: Luis/Piers (Rebecca POV).

33: lingering hugs, and 55: shoulder rubs (prompts)

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Rebecca knows she should take a break when she sighs for the twelfth time in the last five minutes. She takes off her glasses and digs her knuckle between her eyebrows. When there’s a knot there, she huffs.

This equation should be working. All the evidence is there that it should—her notes and Luis’ notes compiled into one set, complete with some input from Felicia and Dan from across the hall—but it’s just out of reach. Hypothetically, this solution should be producing results.

When she puts theory into practice, it doesn't give her what she expected at all. Who knew you could still feel this way about chemistry almost twenty years down the line?

Blowing out a breath, she sweeps the notes into a pile and tucks her glasses in her collar. The longer she spends on this, the more of a headache she’ll have later on. And then she’ll have to spend time recovering from that, and probably need to take painkillers, but she’s already taken them enough days in a row this week that she’d rather not—

Damn it. It’s the point in the process when she overthinks everything. She packs up and leaves her office. This is something to take with her to the cafeteria, not to sit and tie herself in knots over.

This side of the campus is always calm at this time in the evening. The trees haven’t started to drop their leaves yet, but they’re slowly changing color day by day. She expects they’ll have a full array of autumn colors by the end of the month, and it will dance nicely along with the blues and grays of the architecture around them.

These walks are one reason she doesn’t mind staying a little later. She gets a moment to breathe, a moment to think only about the scarf she pulls up higher, and the lights beginning to turn on along the sidewalks or in the upper windows of the buildings.

When she reaches the cafeteria, she steps into slightly warmer air and unwinds her scarf. Just like everywhere else, it’s quiet in here. But there’s some light conversation in the background.

It’s around seven. She’s due for a coffee.

At the counter, she smiles to the woman there and gets something hot to eat. As she waits, she absently looks around the long rows of tables, the handful of people scattered around the room. A pair of people a few tables ahead makes her pause. 

Luis and Piers Nivans are sitting side by side, done with dinner but still talking. Luis is animated as he talks, pushing back his hair and gesturing with his hands. Piers watches him. He speaks with a bit of a smile at the corner of his mouth, temple propped on his hand as they go about this casual conversation.

They seem… cozy. How long has that been going on? Smiling to herself, she picks a table in the back corner by the window. She’ll give them some space.

Piers gets up at some point, and he goes to the counter to order something. He puts his hands in his pockets and waits there, glancing over his shoulder every so often in a way that makes Rebecca want to laugh. At the table, Luis is scrolling on his phone. When Piers comes back, a cup in each hand, Luis gestures to the screen and tells him something.

He sets the cups down and leans over Luis’ shoulder to read whatever it is, bracketing him in something like a hug, as though they’re at a computer lab checking each others’ work.

Then Piers laughs, and one hand comes up to squeeze Luis’ shoulder. Luis seems delighted by whatever they’re laughing about. He turns and flashes Piers a smile before pointing for him to take a seat. They keep talking excitedly to one another. It takes them a few minutes to remember that their coffees exist.

It’s certainly not something she can say I told you so about, but there’s part of her that isn’t surprised at all. There was care there. Luis has been taking his project very seriously, wanting to help Krauser and Piers in whatever ways he can. He was gentle about it, about his questions related to Piers, like there was something to avoid breaking.

Seeing them sit together like this, no matter how they got here, is nice. Everyone could always use another person to connect with.

(collection on ao3)

[backtothefanfiction]

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Sixteen: From Friends to Enemies

Summary: The Vulture crashes Felicia's wake.

Warnings: 18+ Only, genre typical content, wake/funeral, grief, angst, knife, threat, betrayal, complicated marriage

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: We may be coming to the end of this story but there's room for one more grenade... or should I say pumpkin bomb... This is a slightly shorter chapter but still packs quite the punch with its ending. I hope you enjoy!

SIXTEEN

The moment Peter walked into the Huntsman the energy was palpable. He wondered for a moment if the sudden silence was brought on by his arrival, but as he turned the corner past the central bar to their usual private booth and seating area, it became very clear what was causing the tension. Harry.

He was clearly drunk, his eyes bloodshot, his body swaying back and forth slightly as he squared up to the much taller Hobie. “I’m his right hand man, not you!” Harry spat. “You didn’t even know Felicia.”

“Come on Harry, calm down. Let’s go outside and get some air.” Eddie said, coming up beside the younger man. 

“No!” Harry said as he shrugged him off when Eddie tried to usher him backwards and away from Hobie, who was trying to keep his composure.

“You’re drunk, Osborn. Go take a break before you do something you can’t take back.” Hobie said calmly through a face like thunder.

“Don’t talk to me like you know me, man.” Harry said. “You have no idea what I’ve done. What I’m capable of.”

“Oh really, Osborn.” Ben said, stepping up to stand at Hobie’s side.

“I could take you any day, Reilly.” Harry threatened pushing forward, Eddie quickly reaching a hand out to hold Harry back.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” Peter said commandingly, making everyone stop and stare at him.

“Ahh Parker. It seems Osborn here’s had a bit too much to drink and is getting a little too big for his boots.” Hobie replied.

“If anyone’s stepping in things they shouldn’t and getting too big for their boots it's you!” Harry spat at Hobie.

“HARRY!” Peter said commandingly. “Take a walk and cool off man. We’re all friends here.” He said, placing a hand on his number two’s shoulder. Harry begrudgingly rolled his shoulder out from Peter’s touch but began to back down.

“You’re not my boss.” Harry threw out to Hobie as he began to walk away, his fingers reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes.

“I’ll go make sure he’s okay.” Eddie said to Peter as he followed after Harry.

The moment Harry left the tension dissipated enough for the other patrons and wake attendees to once again begin their chattering. Peter ran an exasperated hand through his hair as he looked to the bar and then back to Hobie. He needed to deal with this but having a drink and checking out was looking more and more appealing by the second. 

“Angel get home okay?” Hobie asked, trying to diffuse the tension and move on.

“Yeah, it's just-” Peter sighed instead of finishing his sentence, his hand with his absentee wedding ring rubbing over his face. Although he’d had a couple pints, Hobie was still vigilant and recognised the sudden absence of the ring, but before he could push Peter about it he was changing the subject. “What the fuck was that all about?” The slightly younger gentleman asked as he used his body language to encourage Hobie to follow him towards the bar. “Whisky.” Peter ordered with the bar man, holding two fingers up as he leaned against the top, before turning back to Hobie.

“I don’t know, Peter man. Dude’s been simmering away in the corner for the last hour and then apparently I said something about Felicia he didn’t like and he snapped.”

“What did you say?” 

“I made a small speech about how important she was to the team and that she’d be missed and he just flipped his lid. There’s something not right about him. Did they have a thing or something?”

“No?” Peter frowned. He was pretty sure nothing had gone on between Harry and Felicia, but knowing how both of them were he wouldn’t have been surprised if they had had a couple hook ups; but there never seemed like there was anything serious between them. 

“I don’t know man. Something’s really got him rattled.” Hobie said as he took his own glass of whisky off the bar top. Peter sighed as he looked down to his own drink, hanging his head in mild defeat. “Anyway man, what’s going on with you? You don’t seem like you’re faring much better? Is it Angel?” Hobie asked.

Peter took a long hit of his drink before he could even look to Hobie to talk about this. “I don’t even know anymore. Miguel says we are better together but…” he sighed once more rubbing a hand across the side of his face, “It never used to be this hard you know.”

“She’s a tough nut.” Hobie said starting to relax, hoping his vibe would rub off on his partner. “Kinda has to be considering everything that's happened to her over the years.”

“Yeah, but she’s just… different now. She’s shooting guns and getting in on interrogations and she’s…” Peter’s words trailed off as he struggled to find the words.

“She’s better than you at it.” Hobie jokes. Peter flashes Hobie a look out of the corner of his eye that wipes the smile on Hobie’s face clean off before it has fully formed.

“Uuuuhhhgg.” Peter groans as he dips his head to try and compose himself again, his hands leaning wide against the bar top. He looks up to the ceiling, willing his control to return but it’s getting harder and harder for him. He’s stuck in a gang war he never wanted, his marriage is completely falling apart, he’s just lost one of his closest friends and now Harry was acting extra rebellious. He threw back the last of his drink, his head turning towards the picture of Felicia placed on top of the bar.  ‘You’d know what to do right now.’ Peter thought to himself as he looked at her.

“It’s gonna be alright man. We’ll get through this, you’ll see.” Hobie tried to reassure him, but before Peter could find hope in Hobie’s words the door to the Huntsman flew open, the shadow of a figure pausing in the doorway for extra effect.

“Sorry man, this is a closed event.” Carl said loudly over to the guy. Instead of heeding the warning, the man stepped further into the bar, the door slamming closed behind him.

Peter and Hobie slowly stepped around the side of the bar to investigate as the bar grew silent in recognition.

“You’ve got some real nerve coming in here.” Hobie threatened as he came face to face with The Vulture.

“Easy does it Luther,” Tommes said, likening Hobie to the gritty fictional British detective, “I just came to pay my respects.”

“I don’t think you can pay respects when you’re the one who butchered her.” Hobie said, stepping up to him, whipping out a pocket knife as he got in Tommes’ face. “Tell me why I shouldn’t carve you up like you did her.” He said, raising the knife to Adrian’s face.

Toomes laughed. “Now if you do that, you won’t hear what I have to say about his lovely wife.”

Peter’s face fell as he stepped forward, a hand outstretched to lower Hobie’s arm away from the Vulture’s face. “You know, she’s quite the little firecracker that one. I see why you married her.” Toomes continues to taunt, not looking away from Hobie until he begins to back away and give him some space again. “Thank you.” He says as he brushes down his clothes as if he’s wiping off Hobie’s energy from him.

“Where is my wife?” Peter says threateningly, that unconscious need to protect her despite everything going on kicking in. “What have you done-”

“Oh I haven’t done anything. She came to me actually. Did you know we’ve been texting?” Adrian taunts as he holds up his phone and gives it a little shake in Peter’s face, causing Peter to bristle. “As for where she is now?... Well the last time I checked I think she was packing up her bags and making a call about a jet. Just thought I’d let you know.”

Hobie’s hands reached out to grab Adrian’s jacket, squaring up to his face, but Peter wasn’t paying attention; he was already moving for the door. He couldn’t let her leave. He couldn’t even begin to start unpacking everything Toomes had said. 

“Miguel, keys!” He commanded when he saw him stood with Eddie having a cigarette. Miguel was taken aback for a moment. “KEYS. NOW!” Peter shouted. Miguel quickly reached into his inside pocket and tossed the keys to him.

“Pete? What’s going on?” Eddie tried to ask. “Pete?!”

Peter ignored them climbing into the drivers seat of the car, starting the engine. He almost caused an accident as he hastily pulled into traffic, tires screeching and horns blaring but he didn’t care, he had to get to her. Had to stop her.

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Peter didn’t even shut the engine off as he skidded to a stop and immediately got out of the car, the driver's door left wide open as he raced to get into the apartment building. He took the stairs two at a time, not wanting to waste time waiting for the elevator. 

“ANGEL!” He shouted as he burst into the penthouse apartment. “ANGEL!!!” He shouted even louder as he began to race upstairs to the bedroom.

The doors to the bedroom were left wide open. He stopped, spinning in place as he quickly surveyed the room. He noticed certain items were missing and quickly raced to the wardrobe. He froze, his stomach churning as he was met with the sight of the now half empty wardrobe, certain items of clothing still strewn across the floor indicating she had packed hastily. SHIT! He couldn’t just let her leave, not again.

He began to race back out of the room and down the stairs to the open plan living space, his hand racing for his phone as he began to search through his contacts. That’s when he noticed it, her ring next to his on the kitchen counter. He slowly began to walk towards it, his fingers reaching for it when-

“I’m sorry Pete.” Harry’s voice came from behind him before there was a blow to his head and everything went black.

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not there being an ep tonight when the people on my phone have already told me there are 25 alliances 7 pairs of rivals beefing with each other and that felicia lost 4 mic packs and fell in the hot tub all in a span of 5 days

[luucypevensie]

🦙 for Grace I beg

OF COURSE, THANK YOU ANNA MY LOVE! Tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs and @daughter-of-melpomene because they adore Grace too!

1. Their go-to song to cry to: stay with me by sam smith

2. Their love language: words of affirmation

3. Their favorite holiday movie: love, actually

4. Their pettiest moment: grace normally isn’t petty, but one time, she heard a girl from student council make fun of laurel and talk about how she didn’t deserve liam. she got so angry afterwards, and in retaliation, might’ve let… slip to the rest of the council that the girl was abusing her position. she was kicked off the next day, and it never came out that grace was the one who told

5. Their favorite ‘60’s song: can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli

6. Their nicknames: gracie (her father only), gracie lou (laurel and julia), princess (felicia)

7. Their go-to karaoke song: style by taylor swift

8. A color you associate with them: PINK, PINK, PINK!!!

9. An event from their Prom night: lucas and grace won prom king and queen, and the puppy pack were the loudest people there when they went up to accept their crowns (grace looked like a modern version of danielle from ever after without the wings, and lucas looked really good in his simple black tux)

10. Their favorite wild animal: girl is a baby fawn aficionado (she thinks they are the most precious things in the universe)

[kiddphel]

Wolf Spider is, of course, the Spider-Man of Earth-1992. There are a few other variants of superheroes and vigilantes here that are his friends and comrades.

There's Marc, or Moon Knight. He's a mummy resurrected by Khonshu who may or may not be an insane space god or demon. Literally the guy is a mummy tho and he has to be super careful when in public that people don't see the literal walking corpse. Calls himself a tool, but is seen as a "vigilante" for protecting others from supernatural evils.

Then there's Eric, or Blade. He's a Thin-Blood Kindred (vampire) who hunts Sabat and rouge vampires that attack humanity for the sake of killing. Has a reputation amongst Kindred for being a notorious vampire killer. Seen as a "vigilante" for protecting humans and also the Masquerade.

There's Felicia, or Black Cat. She's a Fera, or a shapeshifter that isn't a werewolf. She's a werepanther. Felicia an archaeologist who studies and takes supernatural artifacts. She both studies them and tries to learn about whatever group of creatures it belongs to, but she also takes them to stop groups from either fighting over it or just having it (if it's too dangerous to trust them with). Does not see herself as a hero or vigilante, just an archaelogist and "connoisseur of the arts".

There's Beau, or Silk. He's the son of a spider demon, making him a half-demon and giving him slight spider like abilities. His powers aren't nearly as good as Wolf Spider's, but he can make webbing and has fangs. Wants to help Wolf kill his demon dad. "Superhero" in a sense, he will help Wolf take care of criminals sometimes but his main focus is the supernatural world and his father.

There's Miguel, but don't call him that. He goes by Mig. He's a Brujah Kindred (vampire). Doesn't have a superhero name and gets really bummed out about it. Information guy and fence for Wolf Spider. Loves to help him beat up people though, and loves getting involved in supernatural politics. He's an Anarch (in vampire politics).

Lastly there's Ardan. Also not a superhero/vigilante and unlike Mig does not want a name. He's a Ragabash Fianna Garou (werewolf). Met Wolf and realized they were both Garou without a pack. Anther information guy for Wolf Spider. Hears and sees a lot that goes on. If Mig is the eyes in the night, Ardan is the eyes during the day when not everyone is watching out for supernatural activity.

[indigobrushpen]

21. Have you ever gotten into trouble for burping in a place or situation where you shouldn’t have? (For Felicia)

"Well," Felicia says, bright red and fidgeting in place. "It's sort of funny, but- yeah, there have been- ahem. A few times. By accident, of course. Usually I was on a date or restaurant or something and belched by accident, but my partners were usually pretty understanding. But I think the worst time was when I was in college and agreed to model for a friend in a film course.

"It was- so, he basically had to film his own mini commercial for a product, and he'd made up a brand of mints- he even had his own branded package and everything, it was really thorough! And that was probably for the best, the whole project was worth about twenty percent of his grade. Anyway, uhm, he needed someone to model in his commercial- someone to eat the mints, basically, and, uhm. Well, I agreed. We poured regular name brand mints into the containers, just so it would look more natural. Those were his words, not mine. All I really had to do was stand in the homemade set in his garage, open the container, eat a mint, and then say the slogan. It was just me, him, and a few other friends who agreed to help.

"And so, when he started filming-" Felicia breaks off with an embarrassed giggle. "When he started filming, everything was going wrong. The camera ran out of battery, there was a dog barking in the background, the set fell over... the list goes on. But the worst part was, the only part that kept getting interrupted was the part when I ate the mint and then turned to say the slogan. Every other part of the thing was perfect- it was just that part that we had to keep retaking.

"I remember- he had a whole pack of, uhm, Pepsi cans for refreshments. And it was summer, and really hot outside, and I had to wear this really tight, almost regal dress for the ad- I don't remember why- but I was, and it made me really hot and tired and honestly squeezed my stomach a bit too much. And since I had to stay in the same spot for the whole ad, I was really in need of some refreshments. So after every cut, after I'd eaten a mint, I'd take a can of Pepsi and-"

Felicia cuts off to giggle harder. "Sorry. I- I'd basically just chug the Pepsi can, and I'd have to finish it right then, because if I set it down without finishing it someone else would probably mistake it for theirs- the whole floor of the garage was, like, covered with half-finished Pepsi cans. And because I kept finishing mine and then throwing them out, I think nobody actually knew I was drinking them.

"It did refresh me, was the thing- the Pepsi was really nice and cold. But after the, uhm, I don't remember exactly, but after the fifteenth take- and fifteen mints, and of course, about ten cans of Pepsi- my tummy started to hurt. I don't know if it was the mints or the Pepsi or both combined, but-" Felicia shuddered a little at the memory. "Ohhh. It was horrible. I wasn't sure what was wrong at the time, or how to fix it, but my tummy just felt so upset and my chest felt too tight and my dress was making everything worse by adding all that extra pressure. My roommate at the time said my tummy looked like an overinflated balloon!"

Subconsciously, Felicia places a hand on her stomach. "I felt really weird, but one of the camera guys had to leave and we could only do one more take that day. So I kind of just... sucked it up, put on a smile, and went back to my spot.

"And the whole time, my stomach is quietly gurgling and roiling but I sort of ignored it. Finally, they focused the camera on me, and I straightened. I opened the container, popped the mint in my mouth, and turned to look at the camera, ready to say my slogan, and-"

Felicia blushes, sheepish. "...And I burped really loudly."

She starts giggling, a strange blend of mortified and amused. "I- It was a complete accident, I didn't even see it coming! One moment I was just standing there, all prim and proper, and then my chest felt even tighter and I opened my mouth and-" she giggles harder.

"Gosh, I was so embarrassed. I still am, honestly- it was a huge belch, it actually kind of hurt to get out! I excused myself, and I was lucky because they all kind of laughed with me instead of being upset- one of them even patted my back after to make my stomach feel better. But the take was ruined, and my friend ended up having to splice together me saying the slogan from a different take. He wasn't mad, and he got a good grade on his project, but he did tease me every time he saw me drink something. So. That was that."

[Hope that was sufficient! Thank you so much, I had a lot of fun with this, please feel free to send more!]

[orginllazyblog]

Two Cats and One Crying Kid

Summer Plans?

Pt 1 | Pt. 2 | here

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

When they start seeing each other, they first start going to the public park for Grim and Felicia to play. Yueme suggested putting both of them in swings

It was so cute as the two of them took pictures

Until a child that was so rude almost ruin the moment

Random Child: Swings are off limits to monsters

Grim: !?

Felicia:

Then the child proced to run away, crying, like they were the victim. They weren't looking to where they were going till he got kicked by a child on the swing. And no, Yueme didn't take a quick pic on that scene 😆

Grim: ...Do you want to be best friends?

Felicia: :3 *nod yes*

As the two cats went on the swings, Yueme and Lucian then came to an agreement

Yueme: Truce?

Lucian: Truce

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After hanging out at the park, they part their ways back to their schools. It was quite nice chat for the two Vessel's. Both seem to have similar situation, where they have their own dorm for not being suited to any dorm. Having a magical beast who treat them like children, which they have to look after at all times. Drama is happening like once a month and dealing with housewardens/vicewarden.

Yueme gave tips on math class since Lucian had trouble with it, and Lucian gave a scarf for Grim.

Yueme: Have any summer plans back home? Since School is about to end.

Lucian: Hmm... I'll probably do more sword training since I am a knight in the Kingdom of Heroes. What about you?

Yueme: ... Well... I have nowhere to go to call home. So I'll just be having a vacation at my dorm.

Lucian: Eh? What do you mean?

Yueme: ... I don't belong anywhere in Twisted Wonderland. That's all I have to say.

It was a minute of silence and a couple of inner voices.

Noble Sevens: ... So they have no home to go to ?

Great Sevens: ...Awkward

Yueme: *sigh* Will meet again in the next-

Lucian: WhynotcometotheLandofDawn?

Yueme: What?

Great Sevens: What!?

Noble Sevens: Lucian, what are you thinking!?

Lucian: I-I have a place back in the Land of Dawn where I live alone before meeting Felicia.

Yueme: I thought you lived in KoH?

Lucian: I will once I'm an adult since I'm still a teenager. So... are you okay with it? You can bring along Grim, too.

Yueme: Um... can I think about it first?

Lucian: Of course. We'll, see you later, Yueme.

Yueme: See you then, Lucian.

During the conversation

Felica: Do you think we will become siblings?

Grim: I think so. Though this will be fun if the other people find out.

Felicia: I believe so too, Lucian also has admires in RSA

Grim: Fnagh? My henchmen also have people who have a big crush on them too, but Yueme doesn't seem to notice that.

Felicia: Mrrow? Mine, too!

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Simba: Lucian, what were you thinking of inviting that human child to your own house!?

Jasmine: They might hurt you, my lotus. He is one of them.

Lucian was back at the RSA campus at his tall tower, where he stayed with a couple of fairies and Felicia. He was packing his belongings as tomorrow is the day he would go back to the Kingdom of Heroes and then back to the Land of Dawn.

Though he still hasn't gotten a reply from Yueme.

Lucian: '...Her Majesty might be right about them. They also don't seem to have a place to go, which makes sense if they are the evil flower vessel they would have some sort lair, then why hasn't anyone other than KoH knew about them?'

Silence

Aurora: Sounds like you already see them as a friend, wild flower. I'm happy for you.

Lucian: 'Thanks, mom. But may I ask why you or Snow White don't have the urge on them?'

Aurora: I was raised by Maleficent herself, and she wasn't bad as you thought. Though I did had the three fairies, but they didn't know how to raise a human baby. The only parental figure I had. Oh and especially Diablo, too.

Lucian: 'What about you, Snow White?'

Snow White: ...To be honest, I'm quite jealous of them

Ariel: Huh?

Alice: Snow White...jealous?

Lucian: 'Why though?'

Snow White: I couldn't... she was...I...I don't know what to say. It's just that... we were once...happy... before my father left

For starters, Lucian was never told about his guardians past nor about their family or loved ones. He thought it was some incident or disaster, so he wouldn't question it.

Just as Lucian finish packing his last belongings to his travel bag, he then lay down on his bed. Felicia thought he was going to sleep for a couple of minutes, so she lay down on his bed near his head.

Hercules: Um.. kid?

Lucian: 'It's been a long time since we had our moment as a found family. So, I want to know more of you guy's past. Alice, let's start with you.'

Minutes passed by, and his phone by desk rang a notification message.

Yueme: I'll meet you at the front of your school

[felinoir]

𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙺'𝚂   𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰𝙽   𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈   𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙼.   It   didn’t   matter   the   time   of   day,   it   didn’t   matter   if   it   was   his   labs   or   his   residence,   the   mix   of   physical   and   digital   security   was   a   delightfully   complex   puzzle   with   relatively   low   stakes   that   Felicia   could   work   at   over   and   over   again   until   it   cracked.   The   worst   that   could   happen   would   be   dodging   a   couple   of   blasts   from   a   tin   suit,   but   those   things   were   noisy   and   anyone   with   ears   half   as   sensitive   as   hers   could   hear   them   coming   from   a   mile   away.

Ever   since   they   kinda   sorta   bonded   over   their   murderous,   crazy   exes,   it   became   a   personal   favorite   pastime   to   be   a   thorn   in   @overclocks'   side.   At   first   it   was   showing   up   to   watch   (and   then   spoil)   shows   on   all   of   the   streaming   platforms   he   subscribed   to,   then   to   eating   the   leftovers   in   his   fridge,   and   now   this   —   eating   one   of   the   many   pints   of   expensive,   artisan   ice   cream   while   sitting   on   expensive   marble   countertops.   He   couldn’t   be   too   upset,   she   brought   presents   this   time   as   a   mea   culpa   trade   in   the   form   of   a   single   usb   drive   jam packed   with   information   on   a   burgeoning   new   cell   of   one   terrorist   group   or   another   forming   in   the   city.   

Not   her   circus,   not   her   monkey,   the   names   of   all   the   groups   bent   on   destroying   civilization   all   blurred   together   after   a   while.   But   the   lights   in   the   kitchen   went   up   and   the   thief   blinked   citrine   eyes   at   the   owner   of   the   penthouse   she   had   broken   into.

“Didn’t   take   you   for   a   pineapple   upside   down   cake   ice   cream   kind   of   man,   but   I’m   not   complaining.   This   ice   cream   is   delightful.   Want   some?”

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 16

A/N: Ohhh look at this! A morning post! We love to see it, LL.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: COVID talk, Swearing

The toughness of that late January day followed us into the next few weeks. Kevin’s meeting with the Department of Player Safety was less than ideal. He ended up suspended for three games without pay, despite being a first time offender and it clearly being an accident. The league obviously wanted to make an example out of him and set the tone for the rest of the season. Kevin sulked for the first day he was home, but after that, was in better spirits followed by heading on the road to Colorado.

Unfortunately, Kevin’s return to the ice was cut off by a massive COVID outbreak on the team. Kevin never tested positive, but this resulted in the team going into a two week shut down period. Kevin became antsy quickly. Mostly because players could not enter the facility until after at least 7 days and three negative COVID tests. It was agony that caused a dark cloud over Kevin in our apartment. Because of the outbreak, I also had to quarantine, which meant I wasn’t able to help Felicia with the kids. Needless to say, when the Wild resumed at the end of February with a 10 day road trip to the West coast, Kevin and I weren’t exactly devastated to get back to the normal routine.

The team returned three days ago and had back to back wins against the L.A. Kings. After a rocky few weeks, March is shaping up to be better.

It’s Sunday morning with no hockey and nowhere to be, so Kevin and I are taking the opportunity to sleep in. After Alex’s initial quarantine in Canada, him and Felicia decided there was too much of the season left for the rest of the family to not join him in Edmonton. Getting her and the two kids packed and ready for International travel during a pandemic became a full time job the last few days. They arrived safety in Edmonton last night, but I already miss them. It will be at least another 6 weeks before they could potentially return back to Minnesota.

I shift in my half awake state to stretch my legs out. I release a soft yawn and snuggle tighter into my pillow. I still don’t feel comfortable and shift more onto my side. It does nothing. It takes me a few moments to recognize the true discomfort I feel is that of being watched. My eyes flutter open at the sensation. I immediately take note of Kevin starting at me. I rub at the grittiness of my eyes and blink to try and get the sleep out of them. Kevin is still watching me with a set gaze and I grimace.

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask, my voice comes out groggy and sluggish.

“No specific reason.” He tells me, reaching for my face to cup my left cheek. I turn my face and drop a kiss into the palm of his hand. “But if I had to pick, it’s because waking up next to you this morning was nice.”

“Yeah? You like this.” I gesture to myself. My look includes wild hair, smudged mascara residue and probably less than ideal morning breath. As expected, Kevin looks like a Nordic God, hair tossed perfectly, chest bare, and dazzling white teeth.

“Yeah. I miss this when I’m on the road.” He reaches for my hip and pulls me across the bed to him. “While you were sleeping, I was thinking we should go on a date tonight. Just me and you. We can relax and drink and let go of the last few shit weeks.” His hands slowly rub up and down my back which makes me dissolve into his chest. Sleep tugs at my eyes again so I close them willingly.

“That sounds nice.” I murmur.

“Do you have a place you want to go?”

“No, you pick.” I nuzzle my nose deeper into him and he tightens his arms around me. “More rubbies.” I wiggle my back against his hands that have stilled.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He chuckles but begins his movements again.

Later that night, I’m fastening my diamond studs into my ears when Kevin comes wandering out of our closet. He’s wearing black jeans, black sneakers with white stripes, and a white shirt speckled with blue dots. His hair is perfectly styled and he is buttoning the sleeves of his shirt at his wrist. A cloud of his cologne follows him into the room. He comes to stand next to me and grabs his watch, securing it to his left wrist. I straighten from putting my earrings in and he reaches for me.

“Can I kiss you yet?” He asks once I’m settled against his chest. Earlier, I insisted he had to wait until my red lip stain set when he was following me around the bathroom begging for smooches like a puppy.

“I’m kissable now.” I say, leaning in and setting our lips together. He sighs into our kiss. I feel his fingers dig firmer into the small of my back. My hands wind up his chest to lace lazily around his neck.

“You look beautiful.” He compliments me when our lips pull apart. I’m wearing light wash jeans, light tan boot heels and a speckled gray and white sweater. My make up is light but smokey. My hair is straightened because curls just weren’t in the cards tonight. The deep red lipstick more than makes the outfit though.

“You look nice too.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Almost as good as me.”

“Nah.” He laughs, his hand sliding down from the small of my back to give my butt a light tap. “We gotta get going.”

10 minutes later, Spoon and Stable is bumping when Kevin and I walk in for our 7pm reservation. We are immediately shown to a quiet booth in the corner that provides us with privacy and sets the tone for our lazy date night. We order a bottle of red wine to share and opt to wait for our entrees until we have settled in a bit more.

“This is nice.” I say to Kevin, getting comfortable in my side of the booth and savoring the richness of the wine. I feel the stress of the last few weeks melting off my body.

“It is. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.” He responds.

“Yeah, that road trip felt longer than it actually was.” I sighed. “I never stop missing you when you’re gone.”

“That’s probably a good thing.” He gives me an easy smile and I feel my heart patter a bit faster. He licks his lips absentmindedly, eyes going back to the menu in front of him. My gaze lingers on his mouth; my mind to wanders to all the places I want those lips later.

“Babe, so.. I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Kevin calls me back to him a bit later. “But, I feel like the last few weeks have been tough and I wanted us to be in a calmer place.” He gives me a small smile, reaching for my hand on top of the table. I give it to him willingly and his thumb traces the veins on top of it. “I would love for you to come with me this off-season to Switzerland and Sweden.”

“Like to visit again?” I ask him, tilting my head.

“No, like to live with me there.” My eyes widen in surprise and I can’t help the grin that pulls across my face. I was hoping we would spend the off-season together this time, but wasn’t sure how it would all work out. After all, COVID has kept us apart the previous few instances and before that, our relationship was too new to consider that.

“Yes.” I tell him excitedly. “I would love that.”

“Great. We can start to plan some things this week while I’m home. We are going to need a new place. The one I’m renting is way too small for two people.” He shakes his head.

“Okay.” I say to him, trusting his judgment.

“I’m excited. Not having to say goodbye will be nice. Let’s be done with that.” He returns my large grin as I nod my head in agreement. “We can travel to a few more places in Europe too.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Denmark.” I say to him.

“We will go.” He nods assuringly to me. “We should try to go to Germany too. I bet Laura would meet us there.” He speaks of his older sister whom I have yet to officially meet along with his parents.

“It will be nice to meet your family in person and visit Switzerland.. see where you’re from.”

“Yeah, my family is dying to spend time with you for real, not FaceTime. I usually go right after the season, but things are still very tight there. My mom is so frustrated with COVID and not being able to enter America. They have not seen me play in person since before I was traded here. It’s disappointing.”

“Yeah, that must be hard…” I trail off, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Is what it is though.” He gives a shrug. “Be warned, when she does meet you, my mom is going to ask you about babies. She is dying to be a grandma.” He shakes his head with an eye roll.

“Babies are cute.” I shrug at him. “I’m okay with not having any right now though. I get my fix with Nick and Al’s kids.”

“You want babies in the future?” Kevin asks me. His question takes me a bit by surprise. This has never really come up before. We have been so busy trying to get through the here and now the last few years that future plans have been on the back burner.

“Well yeah. Hopefully.” I feel my cheeks getting warm, imagining myself pregnant with Kevin’s babies. Him holding my growing stomach and us being bonded for life with a baby.

“You would be cute pregnant.” His eyes are twinkling at me. “But only with my babies.” He throws in confidently, squeezing my hand.

“I’d definitely have your babies.” I say, eyes matching his. “How about three?”

“Deal.” Kevin answers me immediately with a large grin. “You’ll have to marry me first though.”

“Oh I have to, huh?”

“Yeah! You can’t have the milk from this cow for free.” I throw my head back and let out a loud laugh.

“Milk!?” I cringe, getting the joke “Also, good use of that phrase, babe.” I high-five him. With the cultural differences, I like to give him a boost when he uses our sayings correctly.

“Who am I kidding? I’d give you whatever you want for free.” He laughs releasing my hand as the waiter comes to take our order.

Kevin orders the scallops and I order the gnocchi. We each grab a small salad as well. When the waiter has left again, I look back across the table at my boyfriend. I can feel myself shifting again, blissfully falling further in love with him with each look, smile, and loving touch. Maybe it has to do with all the forever talk, or maybe it’s just as simple as the way he looks at me. One thing is for sure, I want forever with this man. I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait, but every minute will be well worth it.

“What are you thinking right now?” Kevin asks me, noting the lost look on my face.

“That this summer might be the best one yet.” I answer, slightly truthful. “What’s the best part about Sweden in the summer?”

“Usually, it’s being at the beach every day.” He says. “This year… it’s going to be you.”

“You’re obsessed with me.” I joke after a sip of my wine.

“Yes. Have you seen yourself?” He tisks with a shake of my head.

“Oh my god, stop.” I blush, wiggling under his gaze. “You’re just trying to get lucky tonight.”

“Always.” He grins widely at me.

“At least you’re honest.”

“Come over here and we can get started on dessert.”

“No.” I wrinkle my nose at him, thinking of our Mucci’s date and his wandering hands. As much as I love his hands, I want connection and conversation right now. We will have plenty of touching later.

“Baby.” He whines with a pouted lip.

“Tell me more about Switzerland.” I change the subject purposefully. “I feel like I know more about Sweden than where you are actually from.”

“What do you want to know?” He asks after a moment of contemplation. “There’s a lot I could tell you.”

“I don’t know… Does your family yodel?” I joke. He laughs and shakes his head.

“No.”

“What type of food do you eat?”

“It’s a lot of bread. And cheese. And butter.” He shrugs. “I would say the most comparable type of food is French. But there is never a meal without bread. That’s the weirdest part about going to other countries. There is only bread at certain restaurants.”

“That’s true. I think here it’s less common because you fill up on bread before you eat your meal, which means you spend less.”

“The portions here are very large though. So if you have that much food for your meal and bread, it’s a lot of waste. In Europe, the plates are smaller. You saw when you were in Sweden.” He gestures to me.

“Fair.” I nod, thinking back on the various restaurants we visited. Somehow that was almost two years ago. “Tell me about your hometown. What can I expect?”

“Well, St. Gallen is a big city-similar to Minneapolis.” He tells me. “But the town we lived in, Zuzwil, is very small. Maybe 5,000 people? It’s close to both Germany and Austria, so there is a combination of languages and people at all times. It’s an old city with a lot of history, many old buildings from early times still exist in the city. But, there are a lot of new buildings too, so it’s a different blend. Sweden and here is more modern I would say, so that’s probably the biggest difference.”

Kevin continues to share stories of home and Swiss customs even through eating our entrees. I’m captivated by his stories and imagine Kevin growing up in such a historic city. In school, he took classes in German and English, but didn’t begin to speak extensive English until he was 16 when he went to Sweden, where he also had to learn their native language.

“English is common in Switzerland, but I didn’t grow up speaking it much. I mostly just learned it in school.” He tells me after a bite. “The country touches both Western and Eastern Europe, but my parents came from the Czech Republic and were only in Switzerland for my dad’s professional hockey career. So, that’s why my other native language is Czech. We didn’t speak English at home. Like if you spoke German or Czech, I wouldn’t speak English at home now, if that makes sense? That was the biggest shift for me coming here. I had to communicate mostly in English, which just didn’t come natural at first. One time, when I was playing in Milwaukee, I started to answer an interview question in German. The guy was so confused.” We both laugh at that. “I think there is video of it somewhere.” He shrugs.

“Now you have a girlfriend who can’t speak any of your other languages.”

“Yeah, we still need to work on that.” He smiles at me.

“Before you came here, did you ever think you would date an American?” I ask him pushing my plate to the side. The gnocchi was amazing, but I know Kevin will want dessert. I can’t finish the rest of the pasta and eat cake.

“Ah…” He let out a laugh and looks away from me. “Honestly, no. American girls are different than what I was used to.”

“Tell me more?” I question him, genuinely curious.

“Okay. But let me find the right words.” He holds his hands up. I can tell he’s worried he might step into dangerous territory. “Um.. I guess, Americans are very confident. A little more outspoken, maybe? Very independent, for sure. European women are more… go with the flow.” I wrinkle my nose at him and he immediately blurts “You’re nothing like what I thought.”

“So you had all those pre-conceived ideas of American women and still pursued me?” I laugh to ease the tension in his features.

“Well, yes. The first time I saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Even with your brother standing right there. You were so beautiful from the beginning that I didn’t stand a chance. After that first dinner, I had to know you. Once I knew you, I fell in love with you easily. Now, your confidence and independence are my favorite things about you.”

“I never would have picked an international, professional, hockey player. Turns out, I ended up exactly where I was supposed to be.” I muse at him. The flickering candle on the table adds a warmth to the way he looks at me now. My heart skips in my chest and for a moment, it feels just like the first time I saw him.

“Yeah you did.” He winks at me. “No one has fit into my life as well as you. I am a relationship kind of guy, but it always felt like work in the past. It never feels like that with you, babe.”

“Just wait until this summer when you have to translate everything for me.” I joke. “You’ll be like actually, this is too much work!”

“If I was worried about that, you wouldn’t be coming with me. You fit over there. But most importantly, you fit with me. All the other stuff doesn’t matter.” He waves a hand, clearing any underlying insecurities away. I shake my head at him.

“Every time I get worried about us being so different, you’re always so sure.”

“A lot of things in my life have been unsure, Sam. You’ve never been one of them.”

After dessert, Kevin and I bundle up for the cool walk back to our apartment. I lace my arm through his and lean my head on his shoulder as we begin the 6 block walk to our place. It’s cold but not unbearable at this point in the winter. However, I’m not really dressed for an extended period of time outside and soon, my teeth are chattering in my mouth. We come to a stop at a crosswalk and wait for the walk sign.

“Come here.” Kevin pulls me into his chest, wrapping his jacket around me. I set my cool cheek against his warm shirt and melt into his body.

“My favorite place.” I murmur to him. I feel his lips against my head and we stay like that until it’s our turn to walk. Kevin releases me and picks up the pace to get us home faster.

Right before we get to our building, Kevin gets stopped by a Wild fan in one of his jerseys.

“Holy crap!” The guy looks incredulously at Kevin and I coming towards him down the sidewalk. “Kevin! Can you please sign my jersey?” I grin at the guys obvious excitement and encourage Kevin to engage with him. Since COVID, he has been hesitant to speak with fans when we are together and he regularly looks at me for cues on if it’s okay or not.

“For sure. Do you have a marker?” Kevin asks him. The guy’s face drops in disappointment and his eyes widen in distress.

“It’s okay. I have one.” I assure him, digging in my purse to pull out the sharpie Serena had put in my purse when we were at Sawyer’s hockey practice this winter. How she got one was beyond me, but I had to grab it from her before she left a permanent mark on that arena.

“Pretty and resourceful.” Kevin laughs to me as the guy turns, giving Kevin the numbers of his jersey. “I’m a lucky guy.”

“She is smoking hot.” The guy blurts out making me laugh delightfully.

“Ha! Thanks.” I give the guy a smile.

“Thank you so much! This is the best day of my life!” The guy shouts, shaking Kevin’s hand.

“Have a good night.” Kevin acknowledges him and then reaches for my hand. I wave goodbye and we continue towards the warmth of our building.

“That never gets old.” I say to him. “Watching people get so excited to see you.” I skate my hand across his chest as he holds the door open to our building.

“You only liked that guy cause he said you were hot.” Kevin chuckles.

“True.” I acknowledge as we cross the lobby to the bank of elevators.

“He’s right though. You look fucking hot tonight.” He reaches for my hips and pulls me into his body as we ride up to the 15th floor.

“You like showing off your pretty girlfriend?” I bite my lip in anticipation of his lips.

“I like showing off my smart, sexy, funny, kind girlfriend.” He places his lips against mine. “You’re more than just pretty.” His hand is holding my face and his thumb brushes assuringly across my cheek. “And I’m crazy about you.” He finishes with a whisper.

“Ugh, you still make me dizzy. With your sweet words and hot body.” I giggle at him. “Sometimes I get sad when I think about how much I’d be missing if we had never met. I never want to be without you again.”

“You won’t be. You’re stuck with me.” He pushes open the door to our apartment and leads me in with him.

“You shopping for rings?” I tease, thinking about our conversation from earlier in the evening.

“I thought that was obvious. I wouldn’t be talking about marriage and babies with you if I wasn’t.” I pause from taking my jacket off. My eyes search his face and I can see he is serious.

Holy F.

“Good to know.” I finally say with a sly smile.

“That make you dizzy, baby?” He jokes, grabbing my jacket from my hands and tossing it on the couch.

“It makes me feel a lot of things.” I grab his face and bring his lips to mine. “I love you, Kev. When you ask, I’ll say yes. A million times, over and over and over again until you’re sick of the word.” I assure him, placing a kiss on his lips every few words. Kevin’s hands come to my face and he deepens the final kiss, stealing the remainder of my breath from my chest. When our lips disconnect, I keep my eyes closed as our foreheads stay connected.

“Let’s go to bed.” He finally whispers to me. His voice is coated with emotion. I open my eyes, seeing the uncontrollable love and desire shining back at me. “You’re all I want tonight, American girl.” He murmurs, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway.

In this moment, within the glow of sweetness and the future, I’d follow Kevin anywhere.