#gotta love my son being Anxious

[rk-x-yz]

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I am pretending to be productive by putting this here. aka I spent like 2 hours compiling older stuff from a different story line into one document, that came out to a shit ton of word blubber and me cringing aggressively, rather than me actually working on the comic I was supposed to do lol whoopsies

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He couldn’t help the toothy grin that crept across his face at the feast laid out before him. A bead of sweat was dripping down the other’s face, hair sticking to his head. He was twitching, eyebrows drew taut across the smooth slope of his brow. Anxiously, his fingers twitched toward the dice laying before them.

Fourteen sided. It was a simple game, truly. Aces never was more than childs play for many, just get to fourteen without exceeding it. First to obtain more Ace cards wins. And yet, without fail, people would crumble before Talek, their limbs quaking with energy as if they had been shocked. The heavy breathing, their astounded expression at loosing such a simplistic game.

“Call it our little secret,” He drawled, voice dripping with sweet water: sweet, cold, clear, uncaring. “Run along now, they will find you later.” 

The man had foolishly bet his life, and while Talek would typically decline such a request, he could not help but be intrigued. He had hoped the player would be interesting to dissect. 

“How disappointing,” Talek lamented, stalking to stand over the balcony of his tower. From this high, all below looked like rivers of light. Speckles of a second sky as the Market of Golden Shadows was set aglitter in the midnight light. The air was chilled, he noted, fingers curling more tightly around the railing. 

“Come out,” He called, holding pretenses due to the lack of knowledge about the person coming. “No use in hiding now, I can taste you.” 

“...Mhykal,” a soft, fairly confident voice rang. Mmm, no, that wasn’t right. The voice may, for all appearances be confident, but it shivers slightly on the lower notes. A lie, a false play at confidence. Talek couldn’t help the small twitch of his eyebrow as he turned around to face Viridian.

“Talek.” In horrible detail, he knew the history of the man before him. Azriyah was always talkative, and Talek would never pass an opportunity to gain information—for that was the way that status found its way into his hands. That, however, did not excuse his ignoring of Talek’s request to be called by name. Certainly, they would be in-laws in the next century, holding social respect was as unrequired as the people who played against him. 

All the vague irritation that he was feeling melted slightly as he saw the stiff posture of Viridian. Fear. Anxiety. Pain. Perhaps, abandonment and regret. The air was soured by this. Talek had to refrain from pulling a face at the new tastes in the air. 

“Viridian,” He started, dropping the condescending tease from his voice, “Why are you scared?”

“You misunderstand me, Mhykal,” Viridian started again, the shiver more vibrant than ever in his voice, his green eyes refusing to meet Talek’s.

“Talek,” he sighed out, eyes narrowing at Viridian. Many could not meet him in the eye, to which he could understand. His eyes, or so he was told by Raio were “Lone stars, of which prophets may call representations of death”. Viridian? He had no need to avert his eyes.

Finally having his fill, Talek pushed up off of the railing, walking towards the man.

“Viridian, you know what,” Talek smiled devilishly, carefully wrapping his arm over the shoulders of the other. “I’ll just call you Viri, suits you and your poker face.” 

For his part, Viridian looked vaguely more relaxed with Talek now just playing with him. 

“You know, if you told me you were comin’ I would have cleared my schedule. I can still taste the little lamb’s pungent disappointment in the room.” Talek frowned, playfully putting out his lip in an effort to ease the other. 

Evidently, it worked when he heard a small chuff from the man next to him. In all reality, it was nothing more than a little puff of air, but a sidelong glance said wonders for how Viridian had loosened up. 

“Ahhh, so dear future brother-in-law,” Talek yawned, voice teasing now that Viridian had relaxed a little more.

“That’s, actually, what I wanted to talk about?” Tension seeped back into Viridian’s voice. 

“Did he…?”

“No,” Viridian sounded incredibly disappointed. Talek burst out laughing. 

A hard swat to the head was all he received in response to that. 

“Ah dear young Viridian—”

“Older than you.” 

“Primordial ooze who comes to seek me, in all my wisdom—” 

“It's 8 years you cretin,” 

“Entirely enough time for the universe to create itself two times over, but I digress,” Talek cackled, waving his hands dismissively, “He won’t propose.”

Viridian’s face soured, the small smile that was forming fading almost as fast as it came. 

“Viridian,” Talek rotated to now rest his back against the night air, tilting his head towards the elder, once again all teasing dropping from his voice, “Riyah won’t propose because he cares too much about you.” 

Self-sacrificial in that sense, disappearing for almost a full decade before abruptly returning. Azriyah was among those that scared Talek, all too serious about everything they do. It was a miracle that he even returned in the first place, even if he was different afterward. Drinking until sunrise, working until the moon hung full in the sky. If anything, the last four decades with Viridian had helped him solve a good majority of his issues to Talek’s knowledge.

“Look, Viri, my brother loves you too much to allow himself to be like her,” Talek spat the last word, fingers twitching towards the throwing knives in his jacket. “He refuses to trap you in a marriage that you wouldn’t want.” 

Viridian looked stunned, a faint shimmer of tears on his eyes. Time for the final blow. 

“So please, for the love of all the sunrises and moon falls, can you propose to him already?” Talek is anything but unobservant. He could, quite literally, taste his brother’s growing melancholy about this. If Viridian didn’t step in to do anything, Azriyah most likely would pass out from how stressed he was making himself about it.

“...did he…tell you this?” Viridian asked hesitantly, hope blooming in his expression. Talek gave him an appraising look.

A strange one this one is. Almost perfectly masked emotions, although his voice always gave him away. Shallow breaths, but a voice deep enough to soothe a crying baby. Caring of how marriage would affect immortality. Talek hadn’t ever understood the concept, however, he was able to see it in the way Viridian was standing. 

His spine was straight, aligned, however, his shoulders were stiff. He was uncomfortable, although curious. His feet faced inwards giving the idea of him being uncertain, although the rest of his posture was far less closed. His hands curled in his robes behind him, clammy hands creating wrinkles like the ones by his belt.

Viridian’s face was flat, trying to hold an air of disinterested confidence, but all too well failing to that effort. His lips were curled slightly upwards, a faint blush filling out under his eyes. His eyes themselves shimmered with unshed tears, hope continued to flow behind them. His eyebrows were pulled upwards, slightly at the center point of his forehead. This, regardless of how Talek answered, was important to him.

“For you to figure out,” Talek teased, bumping his elbow into Viridian’s shoulder, “When you ask him to marry you.”

A bright smile curled across Viridian’s face. Nothing like his brothers, Raio’s being sun incarnate, and Azriyah’s being reminiscent of a sunset—all memories, this one was entirely like the moon. It was beautiful, gentle, and all too similar to Maei. How both of the two sunshine children gained moons of their own actually astounded Talek sometimes. 

“Alright go,” Talek gently shoved Viridian towards the door, “I am certain a little general is waiting for you back at home.” 

A small laugh later, “Thank you Talek.” 

He snorted in response, “See ya later alligator,” 

And to which, he turned back to his night skies. One alight with those long since passed, and one ablaze with the fires of youth, curling upwards in heated displays of passion. He regrets very little of his life, although now it seems, he has another little sheep to bring to the slaughter. A cackle rips through him, eyes dangerous as he awaited for his next victim.

[samandcolbyownme]

I got the itch to write dealer!Sam, so that’s what I’m doing. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of weed, flirting, kissing, rough actions, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, oral (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie, filth

Word Count: 2.3k | unedited

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You have a small smile to the man who helped you out of the car, “Thank you.”

He nods, “Not a problem, Miss y/l/n. Enjoy the party.”

You smile and walk up to the door, mumbling to yourself, “I definitely won’t.” You take a deep breath, sighing as you walk through the doors.

This hotel was absolutely breathtaking.

Crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, sculptures incorporated into the ceiling works, it was like you walked out of real life and entered something of the fairytale sorts.

“Champagne, Miss?”

You look up at the guy holding the tray of glasses holding bubbly, and you groan, “Yes, please. Yes.” You take the glass off of the tray and down it within seconds, “Hold on.”

You place the empty glass on the tray and the water raises his brows as you down the second glass, “Do you want the third one or should I just walk away?”

He laughs as you look at him and you smile, laughing softly, “I’ll take the third, please.”

“It’s yours.” He smiles and gives you a nod, “Enjoy your night.” He walks away and you bring the glass up to your lips, sipping it as you move to walk around.

“I thought big parties weren’t your thing?”

You turn around to your friend, Alisha, “They’re not, but you know I can’t turn down an open bar.” You joke, bringing the glass up to your lips.

“You mean, you can’t say no to Sam.” She smirks and shakes her head, “I know you, y/n. You can’t lie to me.”

“Okay.” You roll your eyes, “You got me on that one, but we just friends, you know. He deals me weed and we keep it at that. Easy peasy, lemon squeezey.”

“You’d let him squeeze your lemon if he asked.” She laughs into her glass and you push her, “Oh my god, shut your mouth.”

You take a sip of your drink, “But yes.”

You both laugh and you look around, “Speaking of. I gotta find him. I need to place an order.”

“You’re out already? Didn’t you just see him two days ago?” She raises her brows and you shake your head, “No, no. I want..” you move in, “I want to see if he has anything right now. I’m anxious as fuck being around all of these rich people.”

“Y/n.” She pauses, “You’re a part of these rich people.”

“What? Just because I’m good friends with the son of the people who own this place?”

She nods, “Yeah. Kinda.”

You shake your head, perking up when you see Sam making his way down the steps, “Oh. There he is.” You chug your drink and hand it to Alisha, “Take care of this for me?”

She scoffs at your empty glass in her hand, but takes it anyway, “Just tell him you love him already.”

“Not gonna happen.” You glance back at her as you walk away and smirk, turning to make your way through the crowd.

Sam looks around, doing a double take when he sees you. He smiles and lifts his hand to wave, looking back at the man he’s talking to, “Hey, I’ll find you later.”

You smirk, tilting your head as he walks up to you, “I thought you weren’t coming?”

You shrug, “Changed my mind, I guess.”

He smiles, “Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh, I’ve already had three.” You laugh and he raises his brows, “Already? Didn’t you just get here?”

You laugh, “You know crowded places like this make me anxious.” You look around and back at him as he tilts his head, “Uh huh.”

You step closer, “You um, wanna disappear for a little bit?”

“Y/n y/l/n. Are you trying to avoid this party?” Sam fights back a smirk and you sigh, groaning as you tilt your head back, “Sam.”

“Ask nicely and maybe I’ll consider it.” He smirks and you fight back a smile, “I did ask nicely.”

“Did you?” He squints and tilts his head and you laugh, “Sam. Please.”

“Oh beggin’ me now, huh?” He leans in, “I kinda like that.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

“Do you?” You ask, rolling with the punches, “Cause, I can do a lot more if you help me out.” You look up at him, tilting your head as you bat your lashes.

“If I give this to you, what do I get in return, hmm?”

You could tell he was joking, but you shake your head, letting out a sigh as you speak nothing but the truth, “Maybe you’ll get the confession of being so in love with you that it hurts, or you’ll get me on my knees, your pick.”

His brows flick up and he takes a shaky breath, “I was thinking more along the lines of you won’t leave this party early but goddamn, y/n.” He wraps his arm around your waist, “I’m good with getting both of those options.” He nods, “C’mon.”

You bite your lip as you walk with him, your hand gripping his jacket as he leads you towards the elevator.

“Sam.” A voice calls out, “Where are you going?”

He turns, you still attached to his hips, “Upstairs.”

The man glances at you and he sighs, “You have the toast to make here soon.”

Sam looks at the elevator as the doors open, “Just stall. I’ll be back soon.” He nudges you towards the elevator and walks in behind you.

The doors aren’t even closed yet and your leg is already brought up next to his hip, his hand holding your thigh as his lips attack yours, “So..” he says in between kisses, “You love me, huh?”

“Yeah, I do.” You smile, tilting your head back as he kisses down your neck, “And I promise, it’s not just because you’re my dealer.”

“Oh good.” Sam leans back, brushing hair from your face, “I was hoping it was my charming personality that caught your attention.”

You laugh, “Yeah, that’s one of the reasons.” You pull him back in, moaning lowly as he bites down on your lower lip.

The doors open and he pulls you forward as he walks backwards off of the elevator. He spins, your hand in his as he leads you down the corridor.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you glance over at him.

He looks over at you as he pulls a keycard from his pants pocket, “My penthouse suite.” He smirks, “That a problem?”

You shake your head as he pushes the door open, “Nothing about any of this is a problem.”

You walk in and Sam is right behind you, his hand grabbing yours as he pushes the door closed with the other, “Where are you rushing off to? Thought you wanted something first?”

“Rearranging things is never a problem.” You pull him towards you, your hands sliding up to push his jacket off of his shoulders as he leans in to kiss you.

He pushes his jacket off before his hands find your hips, squeezing as he walks you back into the wall. His hand slides down, pulling the slit of your dress up further, “God, you are so beautiful.”

You smile against his lips, “I came here tonight just for you.”

“I figured.” He chuckles and steps back, “Come on.” He leads you into his room and you raise your brows, “Wow. All of this and just you?”

He wraps his arms around you and sighs, “Yeah, well that’s what happens when the person you like doesn’t say anything to you until now.”

You roll your eyes with a smirk, “My apologies Mr. Golbach.”

“Mhm.” He smiles and reaches up with one hand to cup your cheek before planting a kiss on your lips, “How about you get that dress off now.”

You feel the zipper on the back slide down, revealing your back and you gasp quietly before it drops down to the floor, pooling at your feet.

He walks you back to the bed, his lips trailing up and down your neck before your legs hit the edge, causing you to sit down.

He drops down to his knees, reaching up to pull your panties down your legs. He tosses them down before pushing your knees apart. You lean back onto your elbows, watching as he lifts your one leg over his shoulder.

He dips his head down, his tongue trailing up your slit and you gasp out, your body shifting as you move your arm to lay a hand on his head, “S-Sam!”

He groans against you as his tongue pushes in.

“F-fuck, fuck.” Your head tilts back, moans leaving your lips as Sam move his tongue to your clit. You watch down at him, his eyes on you as your face scrunches with pleasure, “Sam.. Sam..” you pant, “P-please.”

He pulls away, undoing his shirt as quickly as he can before undoing his belt and dropping his dress pants.

You bite your lip as your eyes fixate on the cock online in his boxers, the walls of your pussy clenching around nothing.

You continue to watch as his boxers leave his body and he starts to crawl up the bed as you move up, lying back as his body hovers over yours.

Your hands slide up his arms, legs spreading further apart as you feel the tip of his cock bump against your folds.

He pushes his hips forward, groaning lowly as his cock enters inside.

You tilt your head back more, the nails on your fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as you let out loud moan after moan.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Sam moans lowly into your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin, “So fucking good.”

Your arms tighten around his neck as you tilt your head up to smash your lips against his.

He swallows your moans with ease, groaning as his thrusts pick up, “Feel good, baby?”

“Yes!” You moan loudly, gasping as you squeeze his cock, “Fuck, yes, yes. So good!”

He slides his hand up, laying it around your throat as he moans into your ear, “takin’ me so well, sweetheart.”

He leans up, hand still on your throat, “Fuck.” He groans as he looks down, watching his cock slip in and out of you, “So fucking hot.”

His eyes move back to your face, head tilting as he watches your eyes roll back with the harder he squeezes.

He bites down onto his lip, tilting his head back before letting go. His lips on hours muffled his groan and you wrap your legs tight around his waist, whining out, “So.. fuuuck, I’m right there, baby.”

Sam sucks a hickey onto your neck, groaning against you as he feels your walls spasm around him. Your limbs holding him tight as your back lifts up off the bed and your moans glide through the room.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, good girl.”

Your breath hitches and your head snaps back to look at him. He smirks, “Ya like that or something?”

“Coming from you?” You smirk, gasping as his thrusts deeper, “Y-Yes.. a lot.”

He bites down on his lip, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I can give you a lot more if you let me.” He kisses up your jaw and to your lips, swallowing your moans as his thrusts resume.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, moaning out as his grip on your outer thigh grows tighter, “Fuck, fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“Goddamn.” Sam groans as he buries his face into your neck, moaning as his cock twitches inside of you. His thrusts slow down, slowly pushing his cum deeper into you.

He presses a few kisses to your neck, moving to your lips before rolling off of you, “So, how about that J now?”

You roll over, “Oh fuck, I forgot all about that.”

“That’s what you wanted first, wasn’t it?” Sam chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forward before getting up.

“I mean, it was, but like I said, I’m not worried about rearranging.” You smirk and sit up, moving to grab your panties and slip them on.

You walk over and watch as he brings the joint to his lips, “Here.” He breathes out, “I’m gonna get redressed.”

You groan before taking a drag, turning to watch him grab his clothes. You exhale the smoke, “We still have to do that?”

He laughs, nodding his head as he slips on his boxers and pants, “Yes, babe. We do. Well, I do. If you want to hang out-“

“No.” You shake your head, “I’m good to go.” You take another hit and smile as you walk over to him. You blow out the smoke, “As long as I’m with you down there, I’ll be good.”

“You can be wherever with me.” He smiles as he takes the joint from your fingers. You smile and watch as he takes a hit before giving it back, “You know..” he blows out the smoke, “You’ll have to pay for this later.”

You bite your lip, “Yeah?” You tilt your head, taking a drag, “What do you want?” You hold it for a few more seconds and exhale as he chuckles, “I’ll leave that up to you.”

He flicks his brows up and pecks your cheek, “Get dressed.”

You hand him back the joint and walk over to grab your dress, “You’ll be paying for this later.” You tease as you slip your dress up your body.

Sam walks over, “Yeah, what do you want?”

You smirk, glancing over your shoulder, “I’ll leave that up to you.”

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Wow okay, idk how I feel about this, I like the ending but idkkkkk let me know. I love you all so much for reading my stuff. You mean the world to me! I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[salty-croissants]

I’m literally in love with your stuff. Can you maybe to Bullfrog and Rayman with an autistic reader?

Thank you for the request ! 

I’m so happy you’ve been enjoying my writings , it really means a lot ❤️

I gotta say I was a bit worried about not doing this one right … I did put a few things that I personally find relatable as someone who is autistic myself , thought it would be nice to include is all , I hope this works ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚 

So , this frog man ? He loves you unconditionally , and he just really wants you to know that he will always accept you and your unique traits , even when you feel insecure about them …

< I … I don’t know , Bullfrog … sometimes I just feel like all I’m doing is being a burden to y - > 

< Non . Don’t even finish that . 

You’re the most wonderful person I have ever met , y/n , and there isn’t a single day in which I’m not thankful for having you in my life . > 

< Really … ? > 

< Oui , mon amour . I long for nothing more than being with you . > 

< *sniff* > 

< Oh - Are you alright ? I’m so sorry , I didn’t mean to make you cry - > 

< Heh … it’s okay … I’m just really happy . 

I love you so much ~ >

  Bullfrog loves listening to you enthusiastically going on and on about something you’re passionate about , especially when he’s not having a good day : 

just hearing the sound of your voice is so , so very comforting to him … if he could he would sit beside you for days , his attention reserved for you and you alone . 

< … and what’s even more awesome is that there is actually a really subtle easter egg hidden in the background which changes the entire narrative for that charact - 

… wait , how long have I been … ? >

< That is very interesting my dear ! 

Please keep going , j'adore le son de ta voix ~ >

< Aww - > 

Your adorable expressions when he showers you with compliments …

Bullfrog can’t even begin to describe how happy they make him ://)

If being around people gets too overwhelming , Bullfrog is quick to pick up on that and he’ll immediately get you someplace more quiet , willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you’re comfortable and safe … 

< Is this really okay ? I’m so sorry , it’s just … it was so crowded and loud in there , and I … >

< Mon cher , there is no reason for you to be sorry … let’s just stay here for now , then if you wish to try and go back in we can do that , or we can always go back home : I assure you , you’ve already done more than enough tonight … I am very proud of you , and you should be too . > 

And if one day something starts making you very , very anxious ? 

Well , no matter what the reason is and no matter how small it might be Bullfrog is going to stay close to you to help you out in whatever way he can .

< I’m so sorry for making you put up with me like this … you already have so much to take care of , and this … is just dumb . > 

< y/n , ce n'est pas te supporter , you know that .

I want to be there for you , the same way you’re always there for me …

I promise you , we can find a way out of this , you don’t have to deal with it on your own . > 

< Thank you so much , Bullfrog … you’re amazing ~ > 

< Ce serait toi , my dear … I’m truly blessed to have you by my side ~ > 

Rayman 🧡

Saying that you mean a lot to this man would be an understatement …

You mean absolutely everything to him , so you better believe that Rayman will always be careful about all the things that could potentially make you uncomfortable , remembering them all very accurately .

< Here sweetie , hold my hand for a moment … > 

< Oh - okay , but why ? > 

< We’re gonna need to pass through that crowd over there , it should be quick but I don’t want you to get overwhelmed by having many people and loud noises all around , so let’s just stay close until we get through … > 

< Thanks Ray … just … don’t let go , please . > 

< I would never . > 

All the effort Rayman puts into making you feel as comfortable as possible no matter where the two of you are … it never fails to warm your heart . 

If anyone even remotely says something mean spirited about you … 

Ohh boy , he’s not going to let it slide .

< Uh , excuse me ? WHAT was that about my partner ? > 

< Ray , honey , it’s okay … > 

Yeah , Rayman is definitely very protective of you , and he will defend you with no hesitation if anyone dares to try and make you feel inadequate in any way . 

Rayman loves listening to you talk about whatever topics come to your mind while he’s working …

It actually helps him focus quite a lot , and he really never gets bored of seeing how happy you look when info dumping about something you’re passionate about .

You’re just so pretty ! He can’t get over it …

If you tend to lose focus to the point of forgetting to take care of yourself , Rayman has got you covered : he makes sure to remind you to eat and drink water often , even leaving little notes in places where he knows you’ll find them …

“Important : remember to eat today ! <3”

“If you’re reading this … get a glass of water !” 

His devotion to you is nothing less than adorable … but then again , you’re the person he cares about most , the one that showed him kindness without asking for anything in return , so now ? 

Rayman deems it only fair to repay that kindness in his own way . 

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 14

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Violence, attempted kidnapping, stalking, injured arm, mention of weapon, nightmares, angst, period care, fear, anxious Sy, police officers, language

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 13

My heart immediately sinks to the pit of my stomach and in an instant, I’m running. It feels like minutes as I run watching Colin’s slimy hands wrapped around Emma’s chest from behind as she fights to defend herself. He is gripping her wrist tightly as he pins it to her chest and she’s twisting and yelling, but I can no longer hear her screams over my own raging thoughts. He looks up as my thundering steps approach just as Emma bites his hand. 

“Ouch! You bitch!” He screams at Emma and I use his moment of distraction to rip Emma from his arms. I push her behind me away from Colin and without another thought, I rare back and punch him square in the nose. The force behind that punch was enough to split my knuckles but I don’t hesitate to follow his body to the ground and hit him again. Hard. As hard as I can. I’m completely lost in my rage as the only sound I hear being the blood rushing past my ears as my adrenaline pumps throughout my body. A large hand lands on my shoulder and I’m about to turn and fight whoever has dared to touch me in this state when I recognize Mr. Ellis. Mr. Ellis is a friend of my PawPaw’s and similar in age to him which gives me momentary pause. When did he get here?

“Son, he’s out cold. You’ve gotta stop now.” Mr. Ellis gestures to Colin’s body which is crumpled on the hot asphalt of the parking lot. 

“I… he was…” I attempt to organize my thoughts but I can’t.

“I know, Sy. I saw. I saw him trying to snatch that girl and I was getting my gun out of the glovebox when you came running up. Didn’t think I could take him alone. I’ve already called 911 and they’re on their way.” Mr. Ellis talks to me like I’m a caged predator and I realize, that’s exactly how I feel. God, it felt so good to split my hand open on his face. To feel just an ounce of the pain I’d like to inflict upon him. I maybe only got two good hits in before Mr. Ellis stopped me, but I made them count judging from the blood seeping on the ground from Colin’s obvious broken nose. I hear a sniffle and whip around to see Emma sitting on her bottom leaned up against a dark colored car with tears streaking noiselessly down her face.

Oh God, Emma.

Despite protest from my bum leg, I clamber up and over to her. She’s holding her right wrist with her hand and looks absolutely petrified.

“Sugar, I’m here. I’m so sorry.” I apologize. I want to apologize for her seeing me like this, for leaving her alone, for not getting there soon enough, the list is endless.

“Austin…” She whimpers and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my lap on the asphalt. Sirens are getting louder as police and EMT’s swarm the grocery store parking lot. 

“I was…sso…scared.” She hiccups between sobs and I feel my heart absolutely shatter.

“I know, Sugar. You were so brave. You were incredible. I’m so sorry.”  

EMT’s quickly rush to Colin’s side where he remains unconscious as they transfer him to a stretcher. Much to my dismay, according to the vitals they were shouting, he’s still alive. 

I know several of the police officers and they agree to call Walt for me. Following protocol, they still have to separate Emma and I to hear the versions of our story to piece together what happened. I refused any care for my hand, as the throbbing in my knuckles felt like the perfect reminder that I gave Colin what he was asking for. As a second EMT is taking a look at Emma’s wrist, a police officer that I knew from the ball field in high school named Keith allows me to say goodbye to Emma before driving me to the station for questioning. 

“Is it broken?” I ask the EMT.

“There’s a possibility of a hairline fracture. We won’t know until she gets an x-ray but Ms. Miller doesn’t want to go to the hospital.” She tells me.

“Emma, baby. Go to the hospital and get it checked out.” 

“I’ll give myself an x-ray at the clinic and if it’s broken I’ll call an ortho doc, but first I’m going to answer the police officer’s questions at the station.”

“Sugar, I” 

“Austin, I don’t want to go to the hospital where he will be. I want to go where you are going.” There it is. She doesn’t want to be in the same building with him and I don’t blame her. 

“Okay, I understand. Are you in pain?” 

“I’ll be fine.” She says as she stands up and a female officer joins us. 

“We have to ride separately because of their protocol, but Walt has been called and I’ll send him directly to you so you won’t be alone, alright Darlin’?”

She nods and I kiss her gently. 

“I love you, and I’ll be with you as soon as they let me.”

“I love you too.” She says with a forced smile. God, I don't want to leave her.

I follow Keith to his cruiser and he allows me to sit in the passenger seat.

I call PawPaw on the way and explain what happened before I ask him to go get my truck from the parking lot since he has my spare keys, that’s full of groceries and take them home for me before dropping my truck at the police station. Nothing surprises that man as he just agrees, tells me that he’ll take the dogs back with him so not to rush and to call him when I can.

I also call Walt and he promises that he’s almost at the station and he’ll go straight to Emma when he arrives. He’s a homicide detective so this isn’t even remotely a part of his job description, but he’s well respected in the community and someone I trust entirely so I want him by Emma’s side until I can be.

We arrive at the police department where I’m placed in a monitored room for about twenty minutes before an older man comes into question me. I explain to him exactly who Colin was, Emma’s history and fear of him, and my actions when I walked out of the store. The investigator surmises that my story matches the witness testimony that was given by Mr. Ellis as well as a young mother who was walking into the store when Colin grabbed Emma. 

“I can confirm that the suspect is conscious now at the hospital, but you should know there is a strong possibility he attempts to press charges against you for assault.” 

I scoff. “I dare him to try.” I say truthfully and the detective just leans back in his chair.

“You’re a big guy compared to him. What was going through your head?”

“I probably would have killed him if Mr. Ellis didn’t stop me. He was trying to take the love of my life. Someone he abused physically, verbally and mentally for years before I met her. I was not going to allow that to happen.”

“Off the books of course, I’d probably do the exact same if someone came after my wife or daughter, so I don’t blame you.” He said with a smirk.

“Can I see her?” 

“She’s still being questioned but I can show you where to wait.”

“Walt with her?” I ask.

“He hasn’t left her side, which is unusual but Walt’s taking good care of her.

After waiting for what felt like forever, Emma finally emerges from the room she was in with Walt right behind her. Her arm is wrapped in a temporary brace as she cradles it to her abdomen.

“Austin.” She says with a visible relief as I wrap my arms around her and she cuddles into my chest.

“Thank you, Walt.” I shake his hand while not removing my arms from Emma’s body.

“Not a problem. She did well. We’re pressing charges against the suspect for attempted kidnapping and stalking, in addition to the violation of the restraining order. He won’t get out of it like last time. We’re talking mandatory jailtime if he’s convicted.” I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank God.” I respond aloud.

“We have some paperwork to fill out and then y’all can go.” Walter directs us over to his desk and sends someone to get us coffee.

“The final thing we need to do is a written statement from you, Sy. I got Emma’s in the investigation room. She couldn’t write so I transcribed for her.”

I bite my lip to keep from cursing at the fact that my girl is injured. The poor thing looks exhausted as she cradles the Styrofoam cup of strong black coffee in her uninjured hand. I know it’s bitter after she takes a small sip and places it down with a slight look of disgust. 

“I’ll make this as quick as I can, Sugar.” I say and she nods before looking at the picture of Faye that Walt has on his desk. They engage in small talk as I recount the events of the afternoon starting at the grocery store on paper. My handwriting is just barely legible, but it was good enough for the army to never say anything so they shouldn’t have problem with it either. When I’m finished, I glance at Em who is resting her head against her uninjured arm across Walt’s desk and lightly dozing. I hand the legal pad back over to Walt who reads over it and then has me sign it at the bottom. He adds his signature as a witness to my statement. 

“There was a vehicle in the parking lot near where the assault took place that had an Alabama license plate on it.”

“Was it registered to him?”

“Nope, rental car. I’ve got someone trying to confirm that he was the renter.”

“Was it darkly colored?”

“Black.”

“Damnit..” I mutter. “She said she saw a dark car parked out by her neighbor’s house all night. It turned around in her driveway but she thought it was the neighbor’s kid. I didn’t check the surveillance video when she mentioned it.” I’m such a fucking idiot, I think to myself.

“Was she home?”

“Nah, she was at mine. I should’ve looked into it.” 

“Well, at least she wasn’t there and you’ve got surveillance camera’s up. Send me the video later when you go back and obsess over this.” He knows me well.

“I will.”

“She gonna be okay?” Walt asks and I shrug my shoulders.

“I honestly don’t know. I just can’t believe this even happened. I should have protected her.”

“You did, Sy. That guys face proves it.”

“I shouldn’t have left her alone.”

“Don’t beat yourself up. She’s not a child that needs a babysitter, you didn’t know. Just try to let her process her feelings about it and be there. That’s all you can do in situations like these.” 

“Thanks man. I really owe ya for being there for us. For her. I know this isn’t your responsibility and you certainly don’t have the time to spare.” 

“We’re family, practically brothers. She’s a great girl and I expect to see her officially becoming family one day.” He says with a wink and I smirk.

“I’m just trying not to scare her off or I’d already have a ring.” We shake hands and I gently wake Emma up.

“Sugar, we’re done. Let’s get out of here.” I tell her and she sleepily blinks up at me before nodding. Walt and I are both surprised when she walks around Walter’s desk and wraps her arms around him. 

“Thank you for everything. Next time you have Faye, I would love to meet her.” She says genuinely and Walt smiles, something rare for him.

“You can count on it. As soon as she knows you’re a veterinarian she’ll be asking you a million questions so prepare yourself now.”

“Bring her to the clinic sometime. She can be my assistant for the day.” Emma smiles and I’m surprised at how comfortable she seems around Walt. I’m grateful for it though. I’m closer with him than I am with my own brother and I appreciate her having someone else here she can rely on. Walt’s not an easy man to get to know, so it makes me happy that she broke down that barrier and got him to open up. Breaking down walls seems to come naturally to her. God knows, she worked her magic on me somehow.

We say our goodbyes and make our way to the parking lot where I find my truck parked in the lot, just like PawPaw said he would.

“How?” Emma asked as I opened the passenger door and lifted her in.

“PawPaw. Called him on the way to the station.” I answer before getting in and cranking the engine. It’s late afternoon now and this day seems to have gone on forever. 

“Can we get something to eat on the way home?” Emma asks and I arch my eyebrow at her.

“Sure, but I’m taking you to get that arm checked out.” 

“No. I want fast food, and I want to go home.” She demands.

“Baby, I’m worried that it’s broken. You’re clearly in pain. You’ve been cradling your arm against you since it happened.”

“I just need some Tylenol and a greasy burger. I’ll go tomorrow. After everything today, I just want to go home. Please?” She looks at me with pure exhaustion and almost seems like she might cry. I nod and put the truck in gear. I can't ever seem to tell her no.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts and I’ll take you to the doctor.” I command and she promises.

After securing a bag full of greasy Mcdonald’s, I start making the way towards her house assuming she’d want to be in the comfort of her home. I plan on staying wherever she is, so I’m glad my grandparents took the dogs for the night.

“Where are we going? You missed the turn.” She points out.

“You said you wanted to go home so I figured you meant yours.”

“No. I want to go to yours.”

“Okay, Sugar.” I tell her as I make a u-turn to head back in the direction of my house with a small smile on my lips.

“What?” Emma asks.

“I just like hearing you say you want to go home and meaning my house. I figured you’d want to be in your own bed or something.”

She shakes her head. “Your house feels more like home to me.”

“It is baby. It’s our home.” I tell her as I tuck some hair behind her ear and her smile melts my heart.

After we get home and I explain that the dogs are with my grandparents, Emma takes some medicine before we tuck in to our greasy dinner. Is it really that tasty, or are we just starving from the events of the day? The Wizard of Oz plays noisily on the tv in the background but neither of us seem to be watching it, rather just using it as background noise while we eat.

Emma is quiet, likely processing everything that has happened so I just remain a silent presence as I let her sit in her contemplation, remaining close if she decides she’d like to talk.

I place a bag of frozen peas on her arm when she’s done eating and it startles her almost as if she didn’t notice me moving around beside her. She thanks me quietly as I elevate her arm on some pillows before I run my hands through her hair. We remain sitting in the living room until the movie credits are rolling on the tv screen. Emma is curled against me but seems uncomfortable. I ask her if her arm hurts and she just replies, “cramps”. Damn, in all of the madness today I forgot. This morning seems like it was a lifetime ago. 

“Let’s go take a warm shower and get in bed, Darlin’”. 

Emma nods and I help her up before tossing the peas back in the freezer. I shut off the lights and double check that the doors are locked before we head into the master bathroom and I turn the water on to get it warming. 

“I’ll give you a minute. Need anything?” I ask and she just shakes her head.

I head back into the bedroom making sure I have all of the comfort items I purchased this morning ready for her. I pulled out one of my t-shirts and grabbed some panties from her bag before setting them on her side of the bed. I made sure she had some water and pain relief meds on the nightstand as well. I stripped myself down before knocking on the bathroom door to let her know I was coming back in. Emma was already standing in the hot stream of water so I joined her and wrapped my arms around her. Her bandage was taken off and sat on the bathroom vanity and this was the first look I had gotten of it since she got hurt. I gently placed her arm in my flat palm and looked at the blue, purple, and slightly yellow bruise that had formed along the top of her forearm. 

“I’m okay.” She said as I stared at her arm and tried to reign in my anger towards that bastard of a human. 

“You should see the other guy…oh wait.” She jokes and I can’t help but smirk. Before I can apologize again for not getting to her quick enough, she speaks again.

“Could you help me wash my hair?” 

“Of course, Sugar. Let me.” I take her shampoo that she brought and left over here a few weeks ago and washed her hair before rinsing and conditioning it. While letting that sit, I washed her body as gently as I could. I noticed her knees were scraped but didn’t say anything about it, just gently cleaning them off. After rinsing her hair and her body, I quickly bathed myself before getting us out and wrapping her up in a towel. I attempted to wrap her hair up in a towel as well, but that ended up being more complicated than I realized. She smiled and asked for a moment of privacy so I waited for her in the bedroom as I threw on some boxers. Emma came out a moment later still wrapped in her towel and I quickly helped her put on some panties and my DILIGAF t-shirt that she loves so much. I re-wrapped her hand with the bandage that the EMT’s placed on it earlier today and made her promise that we would get it looked at tomorrow. She showed me how to brush her hair, claiming she could do it with her non-dominant hand, but I was adamant that she let me help her. I gently combed through the tangles over her long hair before settling her in bed with the hot water bottle on her abdomen before crawling in behind her to spoon her.

“Mmm. Thank you for the hot water bottle. And, everything else.”

“I’m just sorry you got hurt. I’ve replayed it in my head a hundred times at least and I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“Baby. Don’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m so grateful you were there.”

“What happened…when I went back inside the store? I’ve been trying not to ask but I just need to know.”

“Well, you went back inside and I started unloading the groceries into the truck. Once I got them all in, I went to put the grocery cart in the little return area. I didn’t see him, I just felt someone come up behind me and I tried to turn around but he wrapped his arms around me and told me to stay still. That’s when I knew. The second I heard his voice and felt his breath on my neck, I knew it was Colin. I told him to stop, not do this. All he said was, “I’m going to make you regret turning your back on me.” I noticed he was sort of backing me up away from your truck and that’s when I started really fighting him and screaming. You showed up a few moments later.” She explained.

My hands gripped tightly into fists as I thought about what happened next. His hands on her, Emma’s screams, my urge to get to her.

Emma placed her hand on top of mine before turning over to face me. I helped her move her hair away from her face before she kissed me. Lovingly, tenderly, appreciatively.

“I love you, Austin Syverson. You mean the world to me.”

“I love you more, Sugar.”

“Thank you for putting up with my baggage.”

“Thank you for putting up with mine.” I say as I stroke her cheek before kissing her forehead. Emma yawns and places her hot water bottle on the nightstand before snuggling into me and falling asleep. Her eyelids flutter in the moonlight that trickles in to the bedroom and I lay there admiring her strength while also running through every ‘what if’ scenario in my head.  What if I hadn’t arrived in time and he had managed to take her? What if he had hurt her worse? What were his intentions by taking her? My brain gets carried away and I’m tempted to get up and get a beer, but I can’t stand the thought of leaving Emma alone after almost losing her. I lay there in the dark with the most incredible woman that I’ve ever met curled against my chest and thank God for letting her be okay before I finally drift off to sleep.

I’m awoken with a start at some point in the middle of the night, blinking the sleep from my eyes as I try and figure out what woke me. I hear Emma whimper and see that she’s having a nightmare. Usually it’s me with the nightmares, but this time she’s the one crying and curled in on herself in the fetal position.

“Sugar?” I gently try and rouse her.

“no, please no.” She mumbles and I flip the lamp on and scoop her up against me.

“Sugar, it’s Austin. You’re safe.” I tell her and her eyelids peel open, groggily.

She takes a deep breath as tears stream down her face. My heart somehow breaks even more.

I don’t know what to do or say so I just keep repeating that she’s safe and hold her until her crying calms down and she is asleep in my arms.

I lay in the dark cradling her as I try to keep my thoughts on my perfect girl, rather than that scum that I wish I had wiped off of parking lot to finish him off. I reach for my phone with my intentions clear. I know what I want. I have some research to do and now is the best time to start.

Part 15

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[milkywaydrabbles]

Fluff number 18 my parents seem to love you. Alucard castlevania,

I think this would be really cute,specifically in a modern au, if you've seen the games at all, castlevania continues well into 2030s where Alucard works for a secretive government branch as genya arikado. If not then however you like, I just gotta spread the world on this lesser known lore lol.

A/N: SCREAMS I haven't played the games I'm a fucking fraud but I really want to soon bc when I hyperfixate on things it's so difficult to think of anything else but life is really busy right now cries. One day soon I'll do it!! AU where nothing fucking bad happens and Adrian gets to live a happy life with his mom and dad!!!! Hope you like it MWUAH

"My parents love you" x Alucard

“Adrian, I have no idea how you managed to catch her eye but you need to keep her.” Lisa teased, shoving her son playfully on the side. He would always be the butt of the joke whenever having dinner with his parents, and you-the absolute love of his life. Vlad stayed quiet for the most part, except for a chuckle here or there, and when he was feeling spicy a dad joke thrown into the mix. “I think he’s doing a fine job at keeping me, Mrs. Tepes.” You smiled at her, glancing his way for a moment. Adrian simply smiled, rolling his eyes in amusement. 

It was a tradition at this point, having dinner with his parents at least once a month. More if there was a special occasion like a holiday or anniversary. It ended up being your idea, really. You enjoyed being around his family more than he thought you would. And honestly, it was a huge relief. Family was terribly important to Adrian, but he knew you had a broken family. Knew that being around family gatherings was difficult. He would never push you into seeing them more than you needed to. But you just, clicked so well with them. He had nothing to worry about.

The two of you had been together for nearly four years now. Your meeting was nothing exceptional, accidentally bumping into each other at the local bookstore you both frequented. And then bumping into each other again at a coffee shop. And then again at the bookstore. “Seems like fate really wants us to meet huh?” You joked, gripping onto the book you were perusing. From there it was like you had been together forever. None of the awkward dates trying to get to know each other. None of the weird anxious butterflies in your stomach that made you feel like you had to try hard to impress him. It just felt right. From the moment he asked you out on a date, it had been like the relationship had been established for decades. 

It felt like Vlad and Lisa all over again.

And then you went to meet his parents-and he was a nervous wreck. Not because he didn’t want to introduce you, but because you had recently confided in him the harsh upbringing you had. He had no idea what that was like, and it broke his heart to see how bright and shining you were, feel small when telling him your past.  But you wanted to meet them, make a good impression. It was important to you that they accepted you as his significant other. If my parents don’t like me, at least I have yours! You joked, laughing even if it was at your own expense. Meeting of his parents went...well. Interesting, but well. Vlad was as stoic as ever, stark difference to Lisa wanting to immediately smother you with questions of yourself, how you two met, what you do. She was his mother. Adrian tried to slow her down but you answered it all in stride, returning questions and asking her about her line of work specifically. And how the two of them were so brilliant. Everything from there? Well, it just clicked.

So to see you smiling so brightly at his parents and them returning the smiles sent him over the moon. The rest of dinner was smooth, you both bidding his parents farewell as you exited the castle back home. You walked hand in hand, Adrian looking at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky as you rambled about the different books you had been reading. You looked over when you didn’t hear a response with a quirk of your brow. “Earth to Adrian.” You waved, bringing him out of his lovesick stupor. “Have you been listening?” He hummed, noncommittal with his answer. “My parents love you, you know.” He blurted out, quite randomly to you. You blinked, cocking your head to the side with a smile. “I sure hope they do. You’ve been stuck with me for quite some time now.” You teased, leaning into his side. The grip on your hand tightened, turning his head to give your temple a kiss before returning to walking in silence as you continued with your stories.

They loved you, you knew that. But what you didn’t know was that this would be the final dinner you have with them before returning with a different title of fiancee. Earlier as you helped Lisa set the table, Adrian had shown his father the ring he planned on proposing with, and then Vlad distracted you enough with something in the study beforehand to show his mother. They loved you, as his girlfriend. And now, during your next dinner, they would love you as their daughter in law. 

[melancholysway]

TMNT (Bayverse) Headcanons: Fem!S/O Meets Master Splinter

@freakishfandomfiend said:

Could I get a request of Master Splinter meeting the turtles S/O and absolutely falling in love with her, wanting to adopt her immediately and telling the boys that they better marry her. Or something cute and sweet to that effect.

PS: prefer Bayverse or 2003 turtles

I got you! What a nice submission! I'm pretty backed up on posts now and finals are whooping my ass, so I've been pretty slow on updating and such (not to mention the last chapter of serendipity is still in the works, ugh)

Anyhoozle, I did this one a little different! It's still a long-shot, but instead of making individual one-shots for the boys, i wrote a universal one for all 4 of them at the bottom after all the hc's! I honestly hit writer's block when it came to writing the meeting splinter bit to be unique to each turtle 4 different times, so you could say i took the easy route LMAO

anyway I'll stfu

Leonardo

Acceptance from his father is an absolute must

Like seriously if Splinter doesn’t like you

You gotta go

He was still wondering when the good time would be for you to meet his Sensei and father

He’s been able to keep it on the low amongst his brothers (they promised not to say anything, though Mikey is walking on thin ice right now,)

Theyre just so intrigued on how mr perfect got a girlfriend first

He’s now the guinea pig for the other brothers. The blueprint. Of what you should (or shouldn’t) do when bringing your girlfriend down to the lair to meet Master Splinter for the first time

But when you tell him you love him for the first time, he knows he has to tell his father at some point

Lucky for you that some point is right now

He confesses to splinter about you, and he wants to meet you.

Its the first thing he wants to do, because well, you’d better be a good girlfriend to his son

Especially his lil Leo

He would hate it if you brought stress to Leo’s already stressful life, so he has to meet you

To read you, to see what you’re about

So as you make your way down to the lair for the first time you’re anxious, scared, nervous, everything. 

“Love, don’t be so nervous. Just…be yourself.” It’s this followed by a soft kiss on your lips that gives you the reassurance you need to meet his Sensei.

Raphael

Raph- to no surprise- is the first to get a girlfriend.

It’s not a shocker to his brothers, I mean, he always did have a way with the ladies (according to Mikey,)

Plus, he has that bad boy / hidden softie persona that girls would fall head over heels for

Splinter’s ultimatum is that if you can get Raph to like you enough to even date you, you were alright in his book

Because Splinter doesn’t have to worry about Raph’s intuition, he follows after Leonardo

He knows when someone’s bad news, and you were most definitely not bad news

Raph is actually pretty quick to getting you and Splinter to meet

Because he wants- no- needs his father’s blessing

“Splintah gotta know, baby. I just…I’m…what if he doesn’t approve?”

You can feel Raphael’s nervousness seep through his words, and you give him a soft smile, and squeeze his hand, to let him know that a father knows best. He would not disapprove of something or someone that made his son happy

Unless she was the enemy…then uh…yeah no.

Splinter’s blessing matters a lot to him. He didn’t care what Leo thought about another human being so close to them, what mattered is that Splinter gave his blessing 

And once he gives his blessing, it’s final. No if ands or buts about it

He brings you down one evening, after a lecture from Leo that any human they interact with, must meet Splinter

It just happened to be that you were his girlfriend

He brings you over, the first time you go in the sewers of New York

You greet his brothers, all shocked that you’re actually down here. That Raph’s girlfriend was about to meet their master

You see a large rat in a room, and once Raphael calls out to him, you see him walking slowly over to you, eyes filled with curiosity

Donatello

Donnie is seriously nervous introducing you to his sensei

You ARE the first girlfriend. Donnie got a girlfriend first. 

Surprising, I know. You would think it would be Raph or even Leo.

But anyway

He’s afraid of what he’ll say

Because for some reason, Donnie usually expects the worst. 

But, he’s always surprised of the things Splinter says, because like I said, he expects the worst

He’s scared Splinter doesn’t like you and forbids any contact with you

Or that Mikey would open his big mouth before you could even meet Splinter

Or that you and him don’t last long after and this whole introducing you to his father thing would be pointless

“Donnie, I’m not going anywhere.” He’s relieved to hear this. You weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon. Or any time at all. 

Donnie practices exactly how he’ll introduce you to his father. He goes through many dialogue options, eventually realizing that he cannot predict what his father will say when he first meets you

All of that doubt running through Donnie’s head comes to a halt when Splinter lays eyes on you for the very first time. 

He knows it, that you’re the one for his son. 

Michelangelo

Mikey isn’t as nervous as his brothers to introduce you

He psyches himself out when he doesn’t know what Splinter’ll say or how he’ll react to you 

“But…but what if he doesn’t accept you, Angelcakes?”

He doesn’t know for sure, if he will or not

He’s usually optimistic, unlike Donnie, but right now, he was thinking of the what-ifs. 

Because, well, he and his brothers didn’t have to worry about introducing their girlfriend to Splinter. Mikey is the first. 

He doesn’t have any advice from his three brothers, only a “good luck with that” from Raph when he mentions it. 

Master Splinter had not expected any of them to have a girlfriend, so he did not give them the run-down of how to introduce them or the formalities when they do

So he’s sort of left to do things himself. 

Since he’s the first. Mikey got the girl first. 

He hypes himself up on the way to the lair, then immediately searching for master Splinter and boasting about you and all your good qualities

But, Splinter doesn’t need to know that. He knows just by looking at you. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you.”

You decide to be formal. As your boyfriend had told you, it's something his father is so used to being. Splinter often is formal, never using slang or harsh language. He’s proper, always has been and always will be. You’re the first to speak, because Splinter is too busy observing you. Looking at you, looking into you. Trying to map you out and see what you’re about all with one stare. It’s something he’s good at, something that his other sons envy him as he’s a pro. 

You wonder what’s going through your turtle’s head, the way he’s looking at his Sensei and father, wondering what’s going to come out of his mouth. He’s waiting for the climax of this whole thing, and it’s driving him mad on the inside. 

Splinters eyes meet yours after taking your presence in, and you feel mildly uncomfortable whilst making eye contact. Just like your boyfriend, you’re not wondering what’s going to come out of Splinter’s mouth. Up until this point, he has not known of your existence. The mutant turtle was keen on keeping you a secret from his father for the time being. He needed time. Time to be with you and see if you would potentially pass the rest of meeting his father. 

So as Splinter begins to speak, you’re surprised by what he says. 

“I always knew you would get into a relationship first, my son. Do not tell the others.” Splinter says, smiling as his wrinkles fold every which way on his face. Splinter has told each of his sons things like this before. 

That Leo was destined to be the leader

That Raph was always going to be the most passionate for things he loved

That Donnie would become the genius of the family

That Mikey would have the biggest heart. It’s not something he hides. 

But this relationship bit? Yeah, don’t tell his brothers about that. 

“Oh thank god-“ It feels as though a big weight has been lifted off the terrapin’s shoulders, as he’s now engulfing you into a soft embrace. Splinter doesn’t have to say anything else to know that you were accepted by him. And by the way his son acts around you in comparison to the rest of his brothers? How calm he is around you? Yeah. Splinters more than okay with it. That you get to be his son’s first girlfriend. 

But, he has a funny feeling about one thing. 

“I’m assuming she’ll be your only girlfriend?” Splinter states, giving you a small smile and his son a devious wink. It confuses the hell out of your boyfriend, and when you catch on to what his father means, you’re both laughing with each other, already finding common ground and things to bond over. 

After meeting the turtle’s Sensei, your boyfriend leaves you to go on patrol with the rest of his brothers, as Splinter mentioned he would love to get to know you more. After all, it’s not everyday he talks to a human that isn’t April or Casey. 

You wind up talking in the dojo, whilst white noise plays in the background and you get to know one another over tea. He tells you things about his son- your boyfriend- things that he hopes you can help with. 

All of his sons have a bad habit or two that he thinks you’d be able to alleviate them from. 

Leonardo overworks himself to be the best he can be. 

Raphael carries the world's problems on his shoulders. 

Donatello gets lost in his lab and loses track of time, often letting himself go in the process. 

Mikey needs to focus more on things that matter in the long run. 

“I often wonder if my sons will ever feel this emotion we call love. I’ve taught them everything, but to love a woman.” Splinters voice falters, as he seems to be beating himself up for the fact that he failed to teach his sons a crucial part of life. As bad as it may sound, he assumed they wouldn’t be able to find it. That humans will never see them as anything but ugly. 

So he’s grateful for you. 

“While I hope my other sons get their turn in loving a woman, I am glad one of my sons has been able to properly love.  you,” He takes a sip of tea, glancing at the Ifamily portrait that sits atop a shelf in the corner of the dojo, a shrine of kinds.

 “…without any guidance from me. It is truly admirable. He has made me one happy old rat.” You can’t help but giggle softly at that last part. 

“I can see through you, miss Y/n. I can see you. For what you are. That is why I accept you.” Splinter is very in tune with his intuition, there was no doubt about it. So much so, that you were dying to know what he meant by that. 

“If I may ask…what do you see?” 

And…he tells you. 

He sees an accepting woman in front of him. One that gives those the benefit of the doubt before anything. That he can tell that’s how you started your relationship with his son. He just knows that they struggled with grasping the fact that you were attracted to him, despite being a mutant turtle. Despite the roughness of his skin, you still accepted him. Despite the difference in height and appearance, you still accepted him. That you wanted this. You wanted a relationship, not out of pity, but because you had fallen in love. You’d fallen in love with one of the four mutant brothers. 

He tells you the story of how they became to be who they are today. You’ve heard this story from your mutant boyfriend, but it’s something about the way Splinter describes it- from his point of view, that gives you a newfound respect for the entire family. Their sensei had raised mutants to be something so special, not even realizing it until they went to the surface for the very first time. 

You continue to converse, and time seems to pass you both by. It had to have been an hour or two, because the Lair doors open, and three brothers are helping one turtle to the couch, obviously in pain. 

It hits you that it’s your boyfriend. 

As Splinter sees the look of concern on your face, you immediately rush to the turtle’s side, already ordering his brothers around to get ice from the freezer, the med-kit from the lab, and bandages from the cabinet. It is now where Splinter sees how gentle you are with his son, that he could almost hear wedding bells. 

It was beautiful to see the way you handled him with such care, like a mother. How nurturing you were, and how you gave him a kiss when you were finished, helping him up and getting him to his room to rest. That’s what he needed. After a lot of TLC from you, he needed rest. 

So when you emerge from your boyfriend’s room, relieved that he’ll be okay, Splinter commends you on your actions. 

That he knew you would do that. It’s the type of person you are- he’s seen that when looking at you. 

“Thank you, for tending to my son.” He takes your hands in his paws, smiling gently at you. 

He has fuzzy hands. 

As you decide to spend the night with the guys in the Lair, Splinter sneaks past you as you converse with the remaining three turtles in the living room while grabbing an ice pack, and walks over to his son’s room. 

He watches as the turtle groans in pain from the bed, the ice pack already melted, and his ankle elevated for proper blood flow. How he sits there, slightly defeated, but grateful that his girlfriend went all doctor on him. 

“May I ask you something, my son?” He makes his presence known, as the turtle’s face scrunches in confusion, but gives a weak nod for his sensei to continue.

Splinter strokes his beard, before giving him that gentle smile he and his brothers have all come to know and love, “when is the wedding?” 

“Dad!” You overhear their conversation as you walk up the stairs, and you stop in your tracks, wondering what your boyfriend would say. 

“Too soon? My apologies,” You hear Splinter chuckle weakly, before continuing,  “She is very nice, my son. Caring, nurturing, everything that men search for in a woman. Treat her right, and marry her. She will bring nothing but joy to your life, I can tell.”

It ends with a laugh coming from your injured boyfriend, “I plan on it.”

It’s enough to make your heart soar. Splinter is now the unofficial wingman for you, and you hope your boyfriend holds up to that plan. Because honestly, spending the rest of your life with him was something you daydreamed about. 

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Steady Heart

Chapter 37: O Death

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, dread, violence, kidnapping

* Word count: 1,881ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! Please don’t come for me with pitchforks and torches! 😅

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Stella had gone out to the barn to grab Abigail to go for a night ride. The bay roan was antsy. The mare could tell Stella was anxious. Stella hadn’t really had much of a chance to take her out properly as of late, so that didn’t help.

Kayce said he loved her. That still floored her. She wasn’t sure if she was overreacting or not. Her mind tried to downplay what had happened. The last time she got ahead of herself, she ended up getting humbled really quick. She definitely didn’t want to do that this time.

Stella had a hard time comprehending why Kayce would be interested in her at all. If that’s what was truly happening here. She would have to suck it up sooner or later and find out. Then again, Kayce had bigger things going on. He was getting everything settled and finalized with his soon to be ex-wife. He had a living situation, and the time with his son to figure out. There’s no way he would have even been thinking about her during all of that.

Stella quietly led Abigail to the outside. On their way out of the barn, she spotted a solitary crow sitting on a fence nearby. Her face scrunched. A single crow? At night time? ‘What was that rhyme about crows? One for sorrow? Two for mirth? Somethin’ somethin’ blah blah.’ She felt her chest tighten at the thought of what that could mean. She’d seen one too many single crows lately. ‘You gotta stop freakin’ yourself out, girl.’ Stella heard noise ahead of her and saw Tate over at the round pen. He was alone, with what looked to be an armful of hay. She led Abigail over to the youngin’ and his horse.

“Tate, what’re you doin’ out here all by yourself?” She thought it was strange that he was allowed to come out by himself at night. Yes, the ranch was safe for all intents and purposes, but there was no way to effectively say it was safe at all times. It was late and most of the guys in the bunkhouse were out taking care of Jimmy’s problem. Stella ran a count in her head of who was still home. Jamie, Colby, Ethan, and Jake were the only ones in there. They were probably already looking at the backs of their eyelids.

The little boy latched the gate behind him, and faced her. “Grandpa said I had to feed my horse before I got dessert because it’s not fair that I’m treating myself and he’s down here hungry.”

Stella smiled. “Well he’s right, buddy. We can’t just forget about our pets,” she gently patted Abigail’s shoulder. “Do you want a ride back to the house? I’ll let you ride while I walk her.”

Tate’s eyes lit up. “Yeah!”

“Alright, bud. Come stand over here.” Stella knelt down and cupped her hands so Tate could step into them in order to give him a hike into the saddle. When he was seated safely, she handed him one of Abigail’s reins and held the other to walk her along. “So back to what your grandpa was saying.”

Tate sighed. He hadn’t been expecting a lecture from Stella.

“They depend on us. If we don’t come to help them out, they can’t just go get the hay or the feed for themselves.” Stella looked up at the boy. “They don’t have thumbs.” She wiggled her thumbs at him, successfully making him giggle.

“Yeah, you’re right, Aunt Stell. I gotta start thinking about him too.”

Stella nodded, “now you’re thinkin’ like a cowboy.” The fast crunch and skid of tires on the gravel of the hill could be heard not far behind them.

“Who’s that?” Tate questioned.

Stella’s face pulled into a frown and stopped Abigail’s motion and quickly walked around front of her. She wasn’t familiar with the van. Her stomach dropped thinking back to a few weeks ago with those men that were following her. How she said to Kayce a few nights back, “how can you be sure? There’s so many places people can sneak onto the property and we all would be none the wiser.” A couple men spilled out of the van and started to close the gap between them rapidly.

“Tate, get down now!” She clambered to catch the boy so he didn’t hit the ground too hard. She grabbed his shoulders to hold his attention. Quickly, she explained to him, “no matter what happens next, no matter what you hear, I need you to run. And if you can’t make it to the house, I need you to hide in the best hide and seek spot you can think of that’s out of sight and don’t come out until you hear someone you know! Do you understand me?”

He shook his head quickly.

“Take Abigail, use her as cover to run until you aren’t seen anymore. She’ll find someone when she runs off. Go!”

“But Aunt Stel —,” Tate started to object, but Stella cut him off.

“— I said go!! Run!” Stella yelled at him. She hated to scare him, but something was awfully wrong about the situation.

She knew Abigail would make her way back to the barn or in front of the bunkhouse. Stella needed her to be a distraction to keep Tate safe. She stalked off to the round pen. Cursing herself that she only had her hunting knife on her.

“Can I help y’all?” Stella called out to them, shocked at herself for sounding almost like Rip.

“Yeah we’re looking to get a message to John Dutton.” The lead man expressed.

“You are, huh?” She slid the knife out of its belt holster, that belonged to her and Ryan’s dad, in a fluid motion. To the men she approached it looked like she fixed her jacket. “Y’all tell me and you can leave. I’ll relay the message.” She tried to keep her eyes on the men and make sure she could see where Abigail was headed in her peripheral vision. If she couldn’t see Abigail anymore that meant Tate was one step closer to safety.

“Nah we can’t do that. We were sent with a specific purpose. You weren’t it.” The lead man confessed. Stella’s heart sank at the implication about Kayce’s son. “Now where’s the boy, Stella?”

Her hands started to go clammy. Her breathing was shallow. “How do you know my name?”

“We know a lot of things about you. About everyone here.”

The second man started to search around. Stella couldn’t see Abigail any longer. She closed her eyes for a split second and breathed hard. She prayed with every last bit of her soul that Tate was on his way to his grandpa.

“That’s nice, but you need to leave. You’re not getting anything.”

“We came for the boy, and we will not let anyone, let alone some girl, stop us.” The lead man yelled to his partner, “Cut out farther until you find him. I’ll take care of her.”

Stella turned abruptly, starting to make a mad dash for the bunkhouse. Her burning legs wanted to give out, but she pushed them to go faster. She could hear the lead man behind her as he gained length on her. He was almost on top of her and she panicked. She grabbed a piece of rebar sticking out of the sand by the round pen and swung it at the face of the lead man, hard. Stella swung as if she was trying for a home run.

The man’s jaw snapped shut and reopened as he let out a deafening scream. He grabbed the bar tight and yanked her toward him. “You filthy bitch!” The man’s words came out garbled. He gripped up Stella’s hair and pulled as hard as he could.

Stella stabbed at the man with her knife, but in her panic she didn’t have a good hold. She punctured his leg and he howled in pain. It didn’t have the desired effect Stella had wanted. She jabbed wildly and got him in his side twice before the lead man was able to slip it out of her hands.

Tate must have seen her struggle because he screamed her name loud and clear from not far off, “Aunt Stella!!”

“Fuck!” She wrestled with the man to get her balance back and his hand out of her hair. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tate as he ran over to her. “Tate, I said run to the house!” Stella screamed at him.

Tate continued to dart toward her, he wanted to get the men away from Stella. He was snatched up by the second man she’d lost sight of.

“Stella!!” His tiny voice hollered. Tate struggled against the second man’s grasp.

Stella broke loose from the lead man and started to scramble for the second, but was grabbed from behind. “Fuck you piece of shit! Let us go!”

A fist hammered down onto her head from the man that had her, knocking her glasses off her face. She groaned as her vision blurred. She tried to get her foot behind or under the man’s leg, to sweep his foot out but he stayed on top of it. His arms were wrapped around the top of hers as she struggled to gain some high ground. She didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t have any other option but to ram her head backwards into his nose as hard as she could. She hoped she would break it.

Stella and the lead man both cried out, and he loosened his grip. Her head started to thump wildly. Quickly slipping her right arm out of the weak hold he had on it, Stella wrapped it around the lead man’s neck and tried to flip him like she would a calf. They both hit the ground and groaned. Stella was winded and half woozy, but scrambled her way to standing.

She ran forward trying to make it closer to the bunkhouse. A silent prayer was said. Stella let out a scream she hoped would be heard by the entire ranch. “Colby! Anyone help!!” She would have gotten away if the other man hadn’t been enraged and made his way back for her after getting Tate in the van.

“Fuck!” She squeaked out. He gripped her up by the neck making her lose air and landed a solid fist to her face that dazed her. Her posture drooped and the man behind her let her fall to the ground.

She tried to claw her way back to standing to run toward the van. Both men kicked her sides, her head, her arms; anything they could get at to make sure she stayed down. The bunkhouse was too far away to have heard their screams clearly. She couldn’t breathe from the wind being knocked out of her and her vision was starting to go. No one was coming this time. With one final attempt to crawl back to her feet to get to the van, the lead man landed a knockout blow to her chin with his foot and Stella stopped moving all together. That solitary crow cawed and fluttering wings was the last thing Stella heard.

[animeprincessforever]

Tamaki X Pregnant Reader

Slight angst baby but with happy ending, short story

You and Tamaki have been together for 2 years thanks to Neijire and  Mirio's help. However little did you know a suprise pregnancy just might mess it up.

You were in the bathroom startled, scared, anxious, and stunned starring at the stick with 2 lines. "How could this happen? I have to tell Tamaki! But will he be happy? Or will he be mad?" (Y/n) thought. So she decided to call him and asked if they could meet up at a park. Whe Tamaki got there he gave you a hug and kiss. "Bunny, is everything okay? You sounded anxious on the phone." he said. (Y/n) took a deep breath and said "well... I'm pregnant! Isn't that wonderful?" Tamaki had a stunned look on his face and replied "uh... I-I-I-I don't k-know about t-this. I mean w-what about being a h-hero? Wouldn't t-t-that g-get in the way?" Tears fell down your face as you yelled "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?!?! You know what? FORGET IT WE DON'T NEED YOU!" And with that you left heart broken.

5 years later...

Life has treated you well you have a baby boy named Shu who resembled Tamaki in every way starting with the shy smile, the ears, plus Tamaki's hair, and his personality. Recently you've gotten a call from Neijire asking if you could come over. You said yes and with that you grabbed Shu and started the drive. When you arrived Neijire looked at Shu with wide eyes "OMG! Is that Tama-" before she could finish you covered her mouth and gave her a nod. Shu tugged on your shirt and said "mama I need to go potty" Neijire said for him to use the one upstairs cause the one downstairs was broken. With that Shu went upstairs to use the bathroom.

Neijirie then said "Oh. My. Gosh! I never knew you and Tamaki had an adorable baby!" You gave a sad smile and explained everything. With Neijire gave you a hug and said "I am pretty sure he regrets it cause after the break up he never was the same. He talked less. And me and Mirio had to force him to eat."  (Y/n) gave a sad smile and said "part of me still loves him despite of what happened. I mean every time I look at Shu I see him. And when we watch the news Shu will say how great Suneater is and that he wants to be a hero like him. I wish I could talk to him again b-" "I AM SO HAPPY YOU SAID THAT (Y/N)! Cause I invited him and Mirio over!" "WHAT?!?! I didn't mean right now!"

When all of that was going on Shu was walking down the stairs. However he missed a step making a yelp as you and Neijire watched in horror. However before he fell a tentacle flew out of no where and stopped him from falling down the stairs. Your eyes widen as you saw Tamaki. 5 years. It's been 5 years since you've seen him. As Shu was loured to the floor he sprinted into your arms and said "MAMA! That was so scary! But that guy saved me. He just like my favorite hero Suneater!" You smiled and said "ya... uh we gotta go baby" "okay mama"

"Um. Thanks Tamaki" you mumbled as you rushed out the door holding Shu close. As you walked of Tamaki went after you and wrapped a tentacle around you. You looked back and you both had tears falling down your faces. Tamkai was the first to speak "(Y-y/n) I am s-o s-sorry I thought I-I-I had everything I w-wanted but I didn't. I n-need you. And our son. I know what I did was wrong and I am sorry I-" before he could finish you went into a hug and cried leaving Shu confused. "I lobe you Tamaki! And I forgive you I want you back in my life and I want you here for Shu."

"M-mama who is he?"

"This is your father" (y/n) said giving Shu a smile. With that Shu gasped as he couldn't believe what his mother said.

Few Years Later...

You and Tamaki where now married and back in love after going to couples therapy to keep things happy. As some more time went on you had a baby girl named Ema who looked like you but with Tamaki's ears.

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[disillusioneddanny]

Day 2 Siblings || Play

Damian had been away from his daughter for just a little under twenty four hours and he was anxious. He didn’t like being away from his daughter, not when she was still so small and tiny and defenseless. And he loved Danny more than anything, and he trusted Danny with his life, but what if something happened? Would the halfa be able to handle it on his own? He wasn’t totally sure he would! 

But this was important, he had to tell his family that he would be moving out of the manor or else questions would arise and Damian didn’t particularly want to deal with those questions if he was being totally honest. 

So, here he was, sitting amongst his father and siblings eating family dinner just as they did every Sunday evening upon Alfred’s request. Even Todd was here for the ordeal, it was the only time he would willingly come to the manor. 

“I am moving out tomorrow morning,” Damian said, breaking the comfortable silence that was their dinner. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Bruce asked, looking up from his newspaper to give his youngest son a look of surprise. “What happened to waiting until you completed college?”

“Things change, Father. I am moving out in the morning, my boyfriend will be coming by with my daughter to help me get everything moved,” he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin before he stood up. “Now, I must get back. I don’t like leaving them alone for long,” he said, pushing his chair in before he left his family sitting at the table dumbfounded. 

As soon as the door shut behind Damian his family exploded. 

“He has a boyfriend?” Tim hissed out, looking at his family in shock. “Since when?”

“Not only that but a daughter!?” Dick shrieked. “My baby has a daughter? When did this happen? Why didn’t he tell me he was a father?”

“Something’s gotta be wrong. Maybe that’s a clone of Damian, it’s not the first time Talia has replaced him,” Duke whispered.

“No, that was way too in character for Damian, definitely not a clone,” Jason said, frowning, his brows furrowed. 

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me,” Dick whimpered, a single tear welled up in his eye as he thought about his baby bat having a daughter and a boyfriend. 

“He’s a private person, it makes sense we didn’t know,” Steph reasoned with Cass nodded her head in agreement beside her. “I wonder who the boy is! Or how long he’s been hiding the fact that he has a daughter! Wait– if he has a boyfriend how does that work?”

“Maybe the boyfriend is trans,” Tim said with a shrug, already pulling his tablet out of seemingly nowhere. “But that would mean that he’s been with this guy for at least nine months if they have a child together. Not only that but how old is the daughter? How long has he been hiding this secret double life from us? How long has he been in a relationship? Damian doesn’t seem like a one night stand kind of guy or to just knock someone up on accident. Dick, you’ve had the sex talk with him, right?”

“He’s twenty!” Jason exclaimed. “Of course he knows how sex works! Right?”

“Yeah, I gave him the talk when he started high school,” Dick mumbled, the tear now falling down his cheek. “Why didn’t he tell me he had a daughter? Or a boyfriend? I thought I was his favorite brother?”

“Um guys,” Duke called, now standing beside their father. “I think Bruce is broken,” he said. 

And sure enough, there Bruce sat, staring at the wall frozen, not even blinking, the newspaper he had been reading crumbled in his hands. 

“Well Gramps, aren’t you excited?” Jason teased, a shit eating grin on his face. 

“I’m an uncle!” Dick sobbed loudly, slamming his face into the table.

“Jesus Christ Richard get a hold of yourself,” Tim snapped, typing away on his tablet. “We need to figure out who this is and what they’ve done to our brother! What if he’s brainwashed and that’s why he’s suddenly moving out and has a boyfriend and daughter? What if it’s a rogue controlling him?”

“Or maybe he just hasn’t told you guys about a private part of his life?” Barbara said, frowning at the siblings all imploding. “It’s like Jason said, Damian is really private–”

“You knew!” Tim shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Barbara. “You knew this entire time.”

Barbara sighed and set her fork down and rubbed at her temples. “Yes, I know. I didn’t know about the daughter, that’s new. But Damian has been dating this guy for six months now, they knew each other for six months before that too. His boyfriend works in my library,” she said. “And no, I’m not telling you anything about him and if you show up at the library I’m calling the cops. Tim.”

“I got kicked out one time and now I have a life time ban,” Tim mumbled, crossing his arms as he fell back into his seat. 

“Let’s just take this at Damian’s pace. He’ll tell us about his family when he’s ready, besides it sounds like you guys will get the chance to meet them tomorrow morning when they come by to help Damian move out.”

It was a shame no one actually listened to Barbara’s idea because really it made the most sense. But these were the Wayne children she was talking to. They didn’t know sense if it was slapped in their face. 

Which is why Tim had gone looking and found a certain Danny Fenton who worked at the library as a writing tutor who also happened to work at his favorite coffee shop and had also worked in one of Damian’s art classes just a few semesters back. He had then been able to easily find Danny Fenton’s information at Gotham University and bingo presto chango he found Danny’s house! It seemed that the civilian rented an apartment in the nicer parts of the Bowery, which there weren’t really nicer parts but compared to Crime Alley it wasn’t terrible. 

And that was how the siblings found themselves standing under the window of Damian’s boyfriend’s apartment. 

“Are we really sure that this is a good idea?” Duke asked, staring up at the window. 

“He’s a civilian, what’s he going to do, kill us?” Tim said with a snort before he headed up the stairs to the apartment door. His siblings followed close behind and waited impatiently for the vigilante to pick the lock. They made their way into the apartment and stopped short when they saw the place and looked around. 

“That’s a lot of Damian’s art,” Jason said lowly. 

“Uh um, uh guys,” Duke said, swallowing slightly. “Do-do you guys see the shadows or is that just my powers messing with me?”

“What shadows?” Dick asked when the living room suddenly got much, much darker, and shadows slithered closer to the siblings. 

“What are you doing in my home?” A voice hissed out, the words drawn out and staticky. The siblings immediately put their hands over their ears at the noise. Jason opened an eye and let out a gasp at the monster before them. A being floated in front of them, hair white as snow, long fangs escaped from under his lips, green fluid reminiscent of Lazarus Water dripped from its maw, large claws protruded from its fingertips. It was the thing of nightmares. 

“I said what were you doing in my home?” He snarled out once more just as Damian came out of the bedroom sleepily.

“Danny, stop, it’s my idiot siblings,” Damian said with a yawn as he flipped on the light. Suddenly the monster shifted and a human man stood in front of them looking annoyed beyond belief. 

Dick didn’t know where to look, at the human that he was pretty sure was actually a monster that was going to eat them, or at Damian who was holding a sleeping baby to his chest. 

“It’s four in the morning, who breaks into an apartment at four in the morning?” Danny hissed, glaring at the group of Wayne Siblings. 

Damian just let out a sigh. “It is just how our family operates, unfortunately,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to Danny’s lips. “Take Cecilia to bed, please.”

Danny nodded and took the baby from his boyfriend and trudged back to their room. They hadn’t bought the stuff for Cecilia to safely sleep in her own room alone so right now she was sleeping in a bassinet in Danny’s room until they got everything they needed for the baby. 

Damian waited until his boyfriend and daughter were gone before he crossed his arms and looked at his siblings. “You could not wait until we came over in the morning to meet her and Danny? You had to break into his home?”

“We were worried,” Dick mumbled, looking chastened already. “You’ve never told us about a boyfriend.”

“Because this family does not know any boundaries! I didn’t want Danny to be stuck dealing with you insane people!” He hissed out, glaring at his siblings. “Have you ever thought about that? That you all are just a little too overbearing and don’t know what it means to give people space? You knew that I was coming tomorrow and yet you still broke into my boyfriend’s home in the middle of the night and scared him enough that he felt the need to use his powers to fight you. Of course, I didn’t tell you about my boyfriend!”

“I’m sorry you felt that way,” Tim said softly. “We didn’t mean to upset you, we were just worried. You seemed very out of character during dinner and we were concerned.”

“I don’t care. You scared my boyfriend and you woke up my daughter. Now leave,” he ordered, pointing at the door. “You can meet Danny and Cecilia in the morning when we go to the manor to collect my things. Until then, get out of here,” he snarled. He watched as one by one the siblings made their way out of his apartment, each one looking thoroughly chastened by the time they walked out of his apartment and left. 

Damian let out a sigh and went back to his room, knowing that tomorrow his siblings were going to have far too many questions. He didn’t blame Danny for turning into his ghost form to scare off intruders but damn would his family want answers. 

He shut the door to the bedroom and climbed into bed beside his boyfriend after looking over Cecilia and finding her fast asleep. 

“Your siblings don’t understand boundaries, do they?” Danny mumbled, pulling Damina closer to him. The human chuckled and maneuvered them around until Danny’s head was resting on his bicep and he was holding the half-ghost close to his chest.

“No, they do not. But they have been chastised and I hope that this means they will understand in the future that they cannot just barge into our home whenever they want answers,” he said with a huff. Danny just chuckled and pressed a kiss to Damian’s cheek. 

“They’re lucky I didn’t send them to the nightmare realm,” Danny murmured. “Having CeCe has turned me into an overprotective monster.”

Damian stilled. “What did you just call my daughter?” he demanded venomously. Danny let out a snicker and shook his head. 

“Cecilia is just such a big name for such a little girl. I thought CeCe would be a cute little nickname!” Danny insisted. 

“You are not going to give my daughter a name as undignified as CeCe, her name is Cecilia,” Damian said, scowling at the halfa. 

“How about Lia?” Danny asked, tilting his head back to look at Damian better. 

“Why not the name we gave her, Cecilia?” Damian retorted. 

“Pick one, do you want me to call her CeCe or Lia,” Danny said simply. Damian let out a sad sigh, burying his face in Danny’s hair. 

“Lia, at least it sounds like a real name,” he mumbled, running his fingers through Danny’s hair once more. Danny snickered and kicked his leg over Damian’s waist and held him close. 

“I apologize for their behavior,” Damian murmured, holding Danny close. Danny simply laughed and kissed Damian softly. 

“Don’t be, you’ve warned me many times now that your siblings have no sense of boundaries. I just wasn’t expecting a bunch of vigilantes to break into my apartment at four in the morning. Now can we get back to sleep?”

Damian chuckled quietly but stayed quiet as his boyfriend fell fast asleep in his arms once more. 

Damian sighed as Danny opened a portal for the couple and their daughter to step directly into Damian’s bedroom. From there Danny set Cecilia down on Damian’s bed for her to lay on as they started carrying things through the portal and directly into Danny and his bedroom. 

“This is much easier than I ever imagined it would be,” Damian said as Danny carried a stack of clothes from the room to the apartment. 

“I know,” Danny said with a grin. “Don’t you love having a ghost for a boyfriend? One who can make portals?”

“I just love having you for a boyfriend,” Damian said softly, pulling Danny close to him and giving him a soft kiss. 

“I love you,” Danny said in response, kissing Damian once again just as a knock sounded on the bedroom door and the portal snapped shut.  “Reflex, sorry. I’ll reopen it,” he said with a chuckle. 

Damian laughed and pulled away from his boyfriend to answer the door to find Dick standing there, hand raised to knock once again. 

“Yes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. 

“We didn’t hear you come in,” he said hesitantly, looking between Danny and Damian. 

“Oh, well we have been here for quite some time now. I have most of my things already moved over,” he said, leaning against the door jamb. 

“I wanted to apologize, we all do. But they kinda just sent me first,” Dick said, giving his baby brother an awkward smile. 

“It’s fine, I just wish that you all would respect my boundaries from here on out,” Damian said quietly. “Danny and I are hoping to give Cecilia a better childhood than the ones either of us had. That means teaching her what boundaries are, even as a baby, she deserves to have boundaries, and as our parents it is up to us to ensure her boundaries are respected.”

“That’s amazing of you, Dami. I’m glad you’re realizing this for yourself. And I’m sorry we did not respect your boundaries the way you wanted us to. We’ll do better in the future.” 

Damian smiled. “Grab the others, you all can come in and meet Danny and Cecilia, I’m sure you all have questions, especially after Danny’s display of powers last night.”

Dick gave him a small smile, looking relieved that Damian had forgiven him so easily. He turned and called out for their siblings before he stepped into the room and walked toward Danny. He held out his hand. 

“I’m Damian’s oldest brother, Dick. I apologize for our behavior last night. We’ll do our best to be better in the future.”

Danny smiled. “I’m Danny Fenton, it’s nice to meet you. Dami has told me a lot about you,” he said politely.

“All good things, I hope,” he said anxiously. He looked over at Cecilia and looked back at Danny. “I have a lot of questions,” he admitted. 

“We’re going to answer them once all your siblings make their way inside. It’ll be easier to explain once than multiple times.”

Dick nodded and soon the rest of their siblings piled into the room. 

“Where is Father and Alfred?” Damian asked, looking around curiously. 

“Bruce had a meeting this morning, Alfred had to drive him to it,” Tim explained before he introduced himself to his brother’s boyfriend. 

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” Danny said with a small smile. “Under much better circumstances this time. I apologize for my behavior last night, I didn’t mean to scare any of you.”

“Could uh could you explain what happened by any chance? Maybe start from the beginning?” Duke asked, looking between Danny and Cecilia, an uneasiness in his eyes. 

Danny grinned and picked Cecilia up and handed her to Jason who had taken a seat on the bed beside her. “Here, hold your niece,” he said softly, helping position Jason’s hands around her. He glanced over at his boyfriend with a crinkled nose. 

“I see what you mean my star, your family has experienced a lot of death. Is there even anyone in here who hasn’t died at least once?” He asked, glancing over at them only for Duke to raise his hand.

“I haven’t,” he said, blushing slightly. 

Danny just snickered and took a seat. “Dami and I met in college. But I doubt that’s the story you’re wanting,” he said with a small smile. “I died when I was fourteen but I died wrong and turned into a half ghost, half human,” he said before his form changed to something similar to the one they had all seen the night before only less terrifying. “Turns out even after being a retired vigilante, I still managed to get mixed up with you guys.”

“You’re that teen hero from Amity Park!” Tim exclaimed. “I’ve heard about you, Phantom, right?”

“Just Danny now, I retired,” he said with a small smile. “Things quieted down in Amity after the ghosts got a council of leaders to keep them in line. Didn’t need me to stop them from destroying my hometown. Now I just want to live a mostly normal life. Which Damian’s mother doesn’t want to happen, I guess,” he said with a laugh. 

“Wait–Talia?” Jason asked, looking up from where he had been looking at Cecilia. Cass had moved to sit beside him and look down at her new niece, tickling her chin lightly. 

“Yes, Talia thought it would be a lovely idea to gift Danny and me with a baby to celebrate the fact that we are in a relationship,” Damian said with a sigh. “So she made a clone of the two of us and gifted her to me just a week ago. Danny and I are slowly trying to figure out how to be parents and raise her. It has been a learning process for the both of us.”

“Sounds like a Talia thing to do,” Dick said with a snort. Duke chuckled and sat beside Jason on his other side to also coo over the baby. 

“Well, there is the story. It is rather condensed but that is the entire explanation. Now, while you three watch over my daughter, will the rest of you help us move everything else over?” He asked as Danny opened another portal and started to grab Damian’s easels from where they sat in a corner. 

Tim looked between the portal and the rest of the stuff in the room and nodded. “Got it.”

“If any of you make my sweet little Lia cry, I’ll destroy you,” Danny threatened before he walked through the portal. 

“Well, you picked the perfect partner, Damian,” Jason said with a snort. “He’s just as feral as you are.”

Damian just sneered at his brother before he looked at where his boyfriend walked through the portal. “Yes, I love that little buffoon,” he said with a soft sigh before he started to gather more of his things to carry through, Dick and Tim following behind him to do the same. 

@dpxdc-familyweek

Part 1

Part 3

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Errrrrmmmmmm my first time writing qsmp..... just a short drabble while i anxiously await forever and bads first post-purgatory interaction </3

Another lovely day on the QSMP server.

President Forever is out and about, assuring his presence around town. After the events of purgatory, the residents were left with scrapes and bruises, but not to their relationships.

Forever hadn't been around for too long, only waking up briefly for a few hours after the ship landed to drag himself off the boat and crawl into bed. This was the longest he'd been awake since, and he'd used his time to check on the eggs in the hospital, and make his presence known amongst the islanders that he had seen today.

Pac, Fit, Tubbo, the early risers. He'd briefly seen Phil earlier coming out of the hospital, he had spent the night in there sitting next to Tallulah and Chayanne's beds and was returning to his house in the wall. They had briefly stood to chat, "Have you uh... who all have you seen today?" Phil had asked him, looking nervous and a little tired.

"Hm... Tubbo, Fit, Pac, I think i spotted someone else earlier but im not sure, why do you ask?" Forever responded in kind, anxious to get to his son as soon as possible. "You haven't seen Bad?" Phil asked, he normally wakes up later on, but somehow he always knows when Forever's around, "...Nevermind, i gotta go, good luck!" He shoved off, gingerly ruffling his sore and healing wings as he went, clutching his backpack to his body.

An odd interaction to start his day, but Quesadilla island is always a little odd! Especially with the morning crew, weird happenings were pretty common! And anyway, it was quickly forgotten when Richas entered his view... his little egg..

no longer stone

Speaking of eggs, while walking along the path of spawn a soft pattering could be heard of little egg feet! Forever stopped in his tracks, surprised but excited to see which little one was running up to greet him!

A black top hat entered his view, circling around his feet. Forever laughed fondly, "Dapper!" he cried out, "You're here! You're alive how are you!" He waited patiently as the egg started scribbling on the sign, "MR. PRESIDENT!" she announced excitedly, jumping around at his feet.

"Dapper, my boy, where is-?" Forever started to speak before being interrupted by a familiar voice, "Dapper!" Badboyhalo called out to the little egg, chasing after them with his tail whipping wildly behind him, "What did i tell you about running off, dapper! I can't keep up, you've gotta be careful!"

Bad looked worse for wear, more so than usual. His clothes were stained in blood and dirt and mud, his cyan eye stared Forever in the face as if it were trying to commit a personal offense against him.

He was still beautiful.

"Ah, Badboy! How are you! You look like a mess!" Forever greeted him happily, dragging Bad into a tight squeeze. Bad Didnt hug back, as he usually does, but this time he seemed a little different.

Dapper was anxiously fretting around their feet, seemingly trying to get Forever's attention. Unfortunately for them, he was too preoccupied with his beloved at the moment. He held onto bad's shoulders, gripping him at arms length. Unfortunately all he got back from Bad was a blank but friendly stare, punctuated by a hard blink, "Hi! It's nice to meet you! Have we met before?"

Dapper stills at their feet, done placing frantic signs. Forever's blood turns to ice.

[occasionally-romealone]

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson w/ baby Dustin

Omegaverse, angst

📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺📺

Steve harrington hated Eddie Munson.

He hated him so much.

"Shhh" Steve said to his tiny pup, little Dustin Harrington his pride and joy who was currently losing his mind in the middle of the night as Steve walked to his bed only a foot or two away and was thankful he slept shirtless as he let his son feed, the babe having the same unruly curls his alpha had-- not his alpha.

Eddie was not his alpha.

He would never be his alpha again.

"Such a good boy, you full now?" Steve asked placing a shirt off the ground over his shoulder and burping the babe, the tiny pup burping and giving a little toot but all around looked much happier and sleepier "now let's go back to sleep, we are seeing aunty Joyce later..." Steve whispered with so much love, determined to give the babe the best life he could provide.

Steve didn't need Eddie.

Steve was roommates with his closest friend, Robin being a huge support with the tiny pup and helped Steve anyway she could with him.

"Oh look at him!" Joyce said fondly as she took little Dustin in her arms, the boy recognizing her and cooing at her "he recognizes his aunt" Steve said softly, proud of his pup for being such a smart little guy.

"So how are you?" Joyce asked the other who looked down "I'm.... I'm working through it, I don't need him and neither does Dustin" Steve said seriously.

Steve was a new EMT, having gotten pregnant with dustin during the end of his program, glad he could give his child what he needed.

He and robin went into the program together, got a job at the same hospital and usually worked together, the two a fierce team.

"Ok dusty, you stay here and be good" Steve said to the babe who was looking around curiously as he was handed to the daycare attendant "I'll be back after my shift"

"Steve we gotta go!" Robin called out and Steve gave his son a kiss on his head before rushing out.

"We got a bus crash, a tour bus" robin said as Steve drove "how many people?"

"Four"

Eddie was dizzy, his everything hurt as sirens and flashing lights flooded his vision.

"Alright, I'm gonna get you out alright?" A familiar voice rang out as the stranger helped Eddie out, the two EMTs getting him on a gurney and checked his eyes "possible concussion" Steve said, fully professional before the man he despised "do you have any pain?" He asked the rockstar "my leg...Steve?"

"Let's get him to the hospital" Steve said as he and robin loaded him into the ambulance "my bandmates..." "They're going to be fine, you all managed with minor injuries surprisingly"

Eddie stared at his once Omega, no longer the nervous and preppy Stevie but now a strong Omega EMT who got visibly stronger for Omega standards.

Omegas bodies weren't meant to build muscle so he just looked more toned.

But still... He was beautiful.

"Don't worry, a doctor will see you as you are a priority patient" Steve said stiffly as they brought him into the emergency rooms private rooms "have a good day" Steve said as he left to go explain to the nurses what happened and continued his shift.

Eddie was in awe, having not seen Steve in over a year.

He knows... He knows what he did was fucked up... He wanted to apologize but Steve up and vanished by time he attempted to do so.

Turns out he left Indiana and moved to Chicago.

"Don't worry about him, hes anxious to check on his kid" a nurse said as she took his blood and checked him "you seem to have a brown leg and a minor concussion, we will have to keep you here for a few days, make sure there's nothing else wrong" the nurse said with a smile "another nurse will be coming in a moment to help you"

Steve raced to the daycare and checked on his babe, the pup happy to see his Dam and made little sounds at him "hi baby... Yeah, I came to see you" Steve gently took Dustin's little hand and shook it playfully "I wanted to check on you, you have fun with the other babies?"

Steve loved his pup and would love him so much he would never need a sire.

He would never need Eddie.

It was pure chance that Eddie was released from the hospital as Steve got off his shift, the Alpha looking at Robin and Steve and a tiny baby with wild brown hair and a smile Eddie seen in photos.

That was his kid.

That was his son.

And God did Steve look so happy with their pup.

[sepublic]

         I can’t believe it’s actually ending.

         Three years the show has been airing. But it’s technically been a part of my life for five. I remember when The Owl House was first announced back in February 2018, and something about that magical poster and synopsis caught my eye. Something told me to look forward to this one, that it’d be special… And I had no idea.

         I remember checking Dana’s accounts studiously, impatient for more TOH content ever since that poster. Eventually I stopped, giving up… But then finally, that original teaser trailer, fully instrumental as it gave us clips from what we’d later discover were just the first four episodes! I remember my speculation about Luz going to this world, even had a dream where she was revealed to be the Anti-Christ (not that this was a bad thing in context), that sort of thing. I got hyped to hear Luz’s VA be announced, and went out of my way to find clips of Sarah Nicole-Robles’ voice acting just so I could get an idea of what was to come.

         And the show started off so humbly, so regularly, I didn’t think it’d become so serious! The fact that each episode was a fully twenty-two minutes did bode well for me, but damn. Hearing characters’ voices for the first time. Fully immersing myself.

         And this is it! All speculation will come to a close here, with the final episode. This is the last time we’ll get to watch a new episode, unless that young Raeda spin-off happens, but I’m not getting my hopes up because it’s Disney. These evening hours spent in anxious anticipation for the episode to drop, this is the last time it’ll happen for all of us. The last time I’ll obsessively check Discord to talk about the newest episode, scroll through the Recent tag to see fresh reactions.

         I want to savor it, but there’s also pressure to do this perfectly, as a way to go off. I can’t help perfectly capture how I feel nor a proper retrospective. But in the end, I still want to do it. A part of me doesn’t want it to end, wants it go on forever in infinite hiatus. But another part of me just wants to get the pain and grief over with. My heart is beating hard and it’s been building up in pace since I woke up today.

         I don’t know what to expect, but I gotta say I’ve loved watching it with you guys. Stuff as early as over-analyzing on the snake motifs which eventually DID pay off in String Bean, after that theory that Luz’s palisman would be a snake due to how the title card was designed! The way I compared the Boiling Isles to Mata Nui from Bionicle, even joked about King being the Titan. I remember being there in the early days when there was barely a fandom but still holding out, and boy have we grown since then!

         I was asked for permission to use my posts as credit when speculating on King being THE Titan, though it turns out he was his son. I remember speculating on the Owl mural inside of the Owl House, I’ve made so many friends through TOH. I remember when Adventures in the Elements leaked early and it was a dream episode, ideal and perfect!

         Speculating that there was more to Amity than meets the eye, and being right in the overanalysis! The vindication! Joking about her being a lesbian, seeing a Grom poster but not actually thinking we’d get a Grom episode. And then we did. Thinking we were getting our hopes up with Amity being a lesbian with a crush on Luz, and then the explosion of emotion as our hearts beat, when the note unfurled.

         I remember playing that godforsaken Witch’s Apprentice app just for more content, and then seeing Rebecca Rose analyze the artifacts, with me realizing they provided hints to upcoming episodes! Man, seeing Rebecca go from an early fan who helped start it off, someone I was glad to see provide presence at the beginning, all the way to a full-on crew member! Wonderful.

         Belos was known as Bellows due to a typo in the captions. Speculating on Lilith and Kikimora, who cursed Eda. Being blindsided by the climax of Season 1, and this mysterious Owl-masked figure besides Belos, because I had no clue who this was and who he’d turn out to be, no idea! No idea he and Willow would be a thing, that Belos had a brother he killed and repeatedly cloned in an attempt to get him back!

         This show has broken my heart, revived me, brought life, and so forth. Season 1 was truly wild, and then the year-long hiatus for Season 2, the Reddit AMA and stream… Getting Alador and Odalia’s names early, it was lovely! The S2 intro sneak peek, in progress. Waking up to get an entire trailer! Being caught off-guard with how much the animation improved, even as I had to stay quiet for like two weeks, because the first two episodes of S2 premiered early for special guests!

         Speculation on Philip Wittebane and Belos, the brothers. Seeing Luz figure out glyph combos. Hunter and Flapjack, King and Eda’s stories, as the designs updated. New palismen. The heartbreak of the show being shortened, the anger and rage. The vindication on Creepy Luz just being a scared kid who wants love and means well.

         And then the next hiatus… Season 2B, the end of a proper season as everything came to another climax. We got the truth on Belos, the story coming to a close in anticipation of the Day of Unity. The Season 3 leaks, especially with the titles, and the way they came together to tell us, Thanks For Watching. Like it wasn’t ideal but the audience worked with it, the crew made it work, and the fans stuck through regardless. The crew put themselves out there in this work and we reciprocated and understood.

         Just as Luz wanted and needed so badly. We had S3 and the first look at a special, depressed Luz. The sneak peek. The revelation on just how alike Luz and Camila are. And then the hype towards For the Future… When the Collector really got to shine and show us a new side that completed their character. And finally, after all of the anticipation…

         The episode finished production. The finale is done, just for us to watch. The crew is celebrating, saying their final goodbyes. And my heart and gut are feeling sick, aching with grief. I don’t want it to end, but it’s making me so nervous I need it to, just for the relief and release. And the finale inches ever-closer, the SERIES finale. The end of the end.

         Here’s to The Owl House, you guys. Thanks for everything, thanks for reading my posts, interacting with them, adding onto them; Responding when I responded to your posts! It truly was a magical time and still is for me. I feel like I genuinely learned and discovered a lot about myself through this show and my interactions with fellow fans, and I toast to our final get-together in watching an episode!

        Here’s to Watching and Dreaming! I know that’s what I’ll keep doing once the show ends…! And thank you @danaterrace, for coming up with this wonderful show and continuing to give it to us, despite everything.

[dainobones]

Red at Dainisa High School is such a fun idea! What would everybody's dainisa powers be?

thanks for the validation of my terrible niche time consuming idea lmfao

honestly i'm not sure!!!! dainisa can use magic in a variety of ways if they know how to channel it, but most of them don't ever learn to do that bcuz of [gestures at the whole broken diaspora community deliberately deprived of their cultural heritage and knowledge. thing.] so usually when i think about dainisa-in-pokemon, i think it'd be fun for them and their pokemon to kinda bounce powers off each other? like a dainisa may have an innate fire magic ability but through their bond with their greninja they can use water magic. and vice versa. and i think that'd make team rocket's exploitation of pokemon all the worse -- it's meant to be this loving friendship bond and here's giovanni being like "mewtwo and i hate each other so much it gives me telekinesis"

all that to say i'm not set on all these ideas but my initial thoughts are like. informed by x-men and elves (which is what dainisa basically are) and vibes. here's some concepts for some characters:

red = the sun. but he's gotta grow into all that power. he'd start off just being able to talk to pokemon, maybe some healing, but he'd be really bad at a lot of the sensory stuff nova was really good at (i.e. he can't sense magic that well). silent trilogy was a lot of 'seeing the sun through distortion' so it'd be good to write the opposite of that.

gold = venus guided. i think i want him to be kinda like an airbender, that seems like it'd have a lot of dynamic fun things that go well with his whole billiards playing sk8r boi schtick

black = mercury guided. i kinda like the idea of him having fire & electric magic, cos both are things you can easily lose control over and be very anxious about, and also cos well. Reshiram and Zekrom.

N = jupiter guided. he'd have empathy and some precognition. he's peak 'being able to sense someone's emotions doesn't mean you understand them'.

green = mars guided. i want the oaks to be known for nature / plant magic (hence. name.), and i think i want it to be like. green's dad is jyju (translation: elf royalty) but prof oak's renounced the whole system of rule, what will green do??? in which case i wonder if making green a technopath who has little exposure to technology would be something.

blue = everyone's like "??? a siren???" and no she's just manipulating you. i think teleporting would be good but it may make her too OP, crow hotfire was super nerfed by those bitch angels. maybe she's just got magical pickpocketing. is that something? i think i'm running out of somethings.

silver = ice magic. it's no deeper than that. do not ask any questions. leave him alone.

ash ketchum = super strength. and aura powers. it's canon. like i'd plan for every single episode of the anime (95% of which i havent seen) to be canon stuff that happened to ash like 10 years ago. he's red's super cool cousin who red wants to be just like.

steven stone = uh..... rocks. he has a son named jon, he's pretty whiny.

and of course giovanni = the moon. he has no innate magic of his own, and his body can store magic but can't produce it. he can only use magic if he steals it from others, only it doesn't work very well or last for long -- unless he steals it from the sun...........

i have a bunch of other small stuff in mind too, like. i LOVE Kieran and Carmine, what if they're half-dainisa half-human and Carmine has some cool magic but Kiki got none??? can i make Kiki's breakdown worse???? or what if Bede is also an empath and N meets him and is like "wow this guy sucks so bad it's making me realise things about myself". or Gladion being able to control shadows with his twisted emo mind.

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY:

there's a thing in transformers lore that starscream has what basically amounts to a "mutated soul" and therefore cannot die. there are no other documented cases of mutated souls it's just a starscream thing. i want that for volo. people think he can't die bcuz he messed with giratina and time and arceus or w/e but no his soul was just made wrong and now nobody, not even god, can destroy it.

thanks for indulging me through all this rambling anon i have no idea if i will ever write this but it's fun to think about!!!!

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader)

part 5

-

"I'm screaming like a kettle on a stove. You cranked the heat up,"

-

Y/n passed me the blunt that Larry had just lit. usually, I didn't smoke. but today, I decided different. "You're cute, sally. you never smoke with us."

Larry gagged. "Get a room. but yeah, the fuck is up with that?" Larry giggled like a little girl before wiggling his eyebrows at y/n, making her roll her eyes and push him.

I gave him a weird look. "I don't like the smell, or the taste, you know?" I looked around my room as I noticed my high had already hit me like a damn truck.

-

sal and I sat at the park behind his house. it was around midnight when we had decided to steal my mom's weed and get high for the first time together. neither of us had ever smoked anything before, so we didn't know what to expect.

"were going to smoke it, then go home, right?" sal asked, fiddling with his fingers. I held the tightly wrapped blunt between my fingers, proceeding to light it.

"yeah, I'm too nervous to stay out here and your bed is so comfy."

he laughed and took a small hit and inhaled before passing it back. he put his mask back down and started coughing up a storm.

"damn, ladies first, I guess." I said before taking my first hit. I had taken two hits before I looked up and my world was spinning. "woah, what the fuck?" I looked at sal and laughed.

we got up and continued smoking on our way home. a group of teens followed behind us, occasionally laughing extremely loud. my anxiety quickly went through the roof and I began to hold back tears. I didn't know why I was so anxious, but I was. I could barely breathe and all I could think about was the negative shit.

I looked at sal, who seemed more calm than usual during his high.  "you okay?" he asked.

"uhm, I don't know. I don't feel good." I stuttered, rubbing the tears from my eyes.

"It's alright, we're almost back." sal sounded a little panicked by my response as he looked over at me once more.

we got back and laid in his bed, eating whatever food our fatasses could find, which was a big bag of chips, as we watched back to the future. whenever we had settled, I actually relaxed.

"is she over here trying to bang her own son?" sal mumbled, taking a swig of the mystery drink next to his bed. I never figured out what that was, and it was always next to his bed. and no, it wasn't for his eye. he threw his mask on the floor somewhere.

"have i ever told you how beautiful I think you are, sally face? you're my pretty princess!" I giggled, pinching his cheeks. I kissed his scarred cheek as he wrapped his arm around my waist. pretty bold for a 13 year old sal, if you ask me. "why do you think she's trying to bang him?"

"she's like, all over him. it's so weird. he's her son from the future, she's his mom from the past." he said in a higher pitched voice.

"I don't even understand nor remember the plot of this movie do I have no comment." I laughed.

I felt sal shrug. "I love this movie."

"i love you." I smiled up at him. I don't know why the fuck we were being so bold, but that was the night we started cuddling. God, I hate the word cuddling.

-

Y/n looked at me and gave me a smile that made my heart stop. God, I needed her so bad.

"dudes, I gotta take a shit." Larry grunted and stood up.

"wow, thanks for sharing with the class." I said sarcastically, making yn giggle.

Larry walked out of thebroom and y/n looked at me. our eyes locked and a weird tension filled the room. maybe the weed was mind fucking me, but I wanted to kiss her so bad. she broke eye contact for a second as she looked me up and down. I moved my hand to gently hold hers. my eyes flickered down to her lips then back into her eyes. she scooted closer, our knees touched. she reached up and unclasped the bottom strap of my mask. she lifted it up slowly to see my face, leaving it resting at my forehead with the top buckled. whenever she noticed the blush on my face, hers began to glow brighter. she glanced down at my lips. we sat like that for what felt like eternity before I bit the bullet. I placed my hands on either sides of her face and quickly pulled her in. I squeezed my eyes shut, worried about her reaction. our lips melted against one another's, and I felt a warm relief wash over me. I leaned in further, pressing our lips together harder. her hand gently ran down my neck and gripped the neckline of my hoodie. she pulled me closer to her.

she slowly pulled back, her eyes fixed on me. she had an expression that I couldn't read. she began to speak. "i-"

Larry burst into the room with a loud yawn and flopped onto his bed. "what's up?" he greeted us as i had just finished strapping my mask back on.

"Uh, hey." Y/n said awkwardly.

I waved, too nervous to talk. I wanted to know what y/n wanted to say.

"Did someone die? what happened, bro?"

"No, your shit smell wafted in here with you, so you might have a few deaths on your hands soon." y/n joked, going back to normal quicker than I could.

"Preach." I responded. She gave me a small, abnormal smile.

I fidgeting, spinning the thick black ring on my middle finger. Y/n rested her head back to look up at the ceiling and took my hand again, putting my mind at ease for the moment.

Larry began rambling about something, but I had zoned out, rubbing my thumb against the back of Y/ns hand. I reminisced the feeling of her lips on mine, closing my eyes to relive the moment. my body felt like I was floating. I took a drink of the flat diet mountain dew next to me.

-

the next couple of  days were weird. no texts, calls, or even answering the door from y/n. I got nervous, thinking she probably hated me now for that obviously stupid mistake. I texted her, 'Everything okay?'

read.

[arrowhearts]

TONSILS REMOVED WRAPPED

shout-out to cathy my advanced RN cathy who explained lots of pre-op logistics and warned me that there were at least 2 training type-nurses involved also. This meant that I was very attended to.

nurses loved the following: using my hospital bed as a mini table, misgendering me once or twice, as a treat, offering me warm blanket.

medical L: extended dancing around taking my pee for a pregnancy test, taking my blood instead, allowing me to sign a waiver to skip the pregnancy test when that blood lab was delayed. a waste of all our time!!

despite those irritations, it did help smooth things to have an "M" on my insurance card, photo id and hospital wristband. When you are in a hospital gown only, no underwear and only the thinnest of veils between covered and whole dick out, it helps to have something to indicate to the many medical strangers whose hands I passed through, that I'm a guy at a glance.

jenna, put in the pick line for my iv

sam anesthesiologist nurse #1

david, anesthesiologist #2 after the first one's shift ended. he found a makeshift foam bag to safely store my glasses in.

david was going to name his son arthur but a cousin named their baby arthur weeks before so they defaulted to their backup and released yet another David into this world

surgeon louis my beloved, 😍 very mild and matter of fact doctor willing to play with me in this space and tell me the details of what method he was doing for surgery (electrocauterization), and also describe how that method evolved from the knife and scalpel method from decades ago when he was new. He also mentioned a laser removal method which is supposed to be even better--but insurance hate fun and hates covering the costs of lasers

susan! my recovery room nurse susan. she told me about her son's own tonsil removal (aged 7) and how he ate spaghetti and meatballs as his first meal and went directly to bed

waiting room review: tv news, gotta have it, gotta have to sound on

hospital appearance: large, old building with interesting tiling and flooring. blandly a typical hospital in many ways, but with tantalizing glimpses or more.

probability of being taken by the fae for straying off the garden path: likely

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I may write more about the recovery, but I'm glad to have done this!! I'm relieved to have the things I was most anxious about over with. And perhaps I will get to live without chronic tonsils stones

[mara-xx217]

Please do more for tarhos, anything you’d like 🙏

Hell yeah! How's about some headcanons for him and his guards?

Again, I gotta thank the lovely @prettycutebunny for putting these ideas in my head

Tarhos Kovács/The Knight

Says he doesn't like to "babysit" (his guards) but also gets anxious if he doesn't know where they are or what they are doing

Has no chill

Awkward should be his middle name. Don't confuse "awkward" with "shy" though because he couldn't give less of a damn how others perceive him

Can cook... sort of, it's really bad but he's not setting anything or anyone on fire sooo-

Bathing? Get the fire hose cause he's a pain in the ass about it and hates it

Durkos Malecek/The Assassin

The illegitimate son of a potentially wealthy and powerful man

Lived in fear that his birth status as a bastard would lead to fatal repercussions

The quietest of the four, not because he's an assassin he's just the type to only speak when he has something worth saying (unlike someone else-)

Can cook and can do it well

The only one to bathe at (semi) regular intervals

Sander Rault/The Carnifex

The son of traitors that were executed for their crimes

Worked for the executioner that killed his parents and other family members

Doesn't take his allegiance to Tarhos lightly. He wouldn't follow just anyone to the grave

Not as quiet as Durkos but he's still as expressive as a particularly dull rock, you know?

Can't cook and doesn't even try

Another stinky boy but he's nowhere near as bad as Tarhos or Alejandro-

Alejandro Santiago/The Jailer

His life was the most similar to his leader's in that he, too, was a slave in his youth

Faced torture and pain for most of his life, both on the receiving end and being the one dishing it out

"You learn to love what you hate" is his philosophy in life

Can't shut his mouth to save his life. He hates silence and loves the sound of his voice. It doesn't help that the other three are as silent as a graveyard so they really brought this on themselves

The best at tailoring/repairing their armours and clothing

Cannot cook and should not be around open flames (he can and will set himself or someone else on fire and it's usually an accident-)

Bathing? What's that? Another pain in the ass that smells twice as bad

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