#logan is the AWESOME uncle

[satansdarlin]

Spring's comfort

Oh my God, two posts in one day? New record! Anyway I wrote this to indulge my shameless love for Scott summers. (My ACTUAL hubby). Also stoner!Scott cause I said so.

Scott summers x FEM!reader

Rating: M

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: talk about weed and the consumption of it, mention of sexual tension and slight alludements to it, talk of battle feild casualties, talk of self doubt and bullying for physical appearance, The xmen are nearly a sickingly sweet family.

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The hill behind Xavier's School bloomed with early spring's awakening, dotted with cheerful dandelions that swayed in the gentle breeze. Below, the sounds of laughter and the crack of baseball bats echoed across the grounds, but your attention was fixed on the figure hunched beneath the ancient oak that crowned the hilltop.

You traced your fingers across the weathered bark, finding the initials you and Scott had carved years ago—back when white bandages had covered his eyes instead of his now-signature ruby quartz. Those early days felt like a lifetime ago, yet some things remained constant: like Scott's stubborn refusal to show weakness, even as spring's changing pressure systems wreaked havoc with his migraines.

"Don't," Scott said through clenched teeth as you settled beside him. "I'm fine."

You kept your voice soft, barely above a whisper, but couldn't resist a touch of sarcasm. "Oh yeah, you look absolutely fantastic. I especially love how you're definitely not about to accidentally vaporize that innocent shrub down there."

He pressed his face harder against his knees, a quiet groan escaping. "Please don't start. I've already had to deal with Logan's commentary today."

"No starting, I promise." You reached into your pocket, retrieving a small bottle. "In fact, I come bearing gifts of mercy."

The secret you shared with Scott—one that would leave the entire school slack-jawed in disbelief if they knew—clinked softly as you shook out a single gummy and pressed it into his palm. The straight-laced, by-the-book Scott Summers had discovered that sometimes the best medicine came in less conventional forms.

"You're an absolute lifesaver," he murmured, carefully placing the edible on his tongue. He let it dissolve slowly, a technique you'd both learned maximized its effectiveness against the crushing pressure behind his eyes.

You settled back against the oak's sturdy trunk, maintaining a comfortable silence as the spring breeze carried distant shouts and laughter up the hill. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for Scott—one he allowed few others to witness—and you were content to simply be there, a steady presence while he waited for relief.

Minutes passed in companionable quiet before Scott finally shifted, his shoulders gradually losing their tension. "Logan caught me in the Danger Room earlier," he admitted, voice slightly rough. "Told me I was being an idiot for pushing myself when I could barely see straight."

"Well, he's not wrong," you replied, bumping his shoulder gently. "Though I'm sure he expressed it with his usual delicacy."

A small smile tugged at Scott's lips. "Something about 'stubborn jackasses' and 'teaching while half-blind.'" He lifted his head slightly, the afternoon sun catching on his visor. "I had to cancel my advanced combat class."

"The students will survive one missed lesson," you assured him. "Contrary to what you might think, the school won't fall apart if you take care of yourself occasionally."

"Says the person enabling my highly unprofessional coping methods," he countered, but there was warmth in his voice now, the edge of pain finally beginning to fade.

You grinned. "Hey, I prefer to think of it as 'providing alternative therapeutic solutions.' Very professional. I could probably write a paper about it."

"Please don't." But he was actually chuckling now, the sound soft and genuine. The medication was starting to take effect, easing the vice-grip of pain that had been squeezing his skull. "Though I'd love to see the Professor's face if you tried to present that at a medical conference."

"'The Effects of Cannabis on Optic Blast-Induced Migraines: A Case Study,'" you intoned in your best academic voice. "I'm sure it would be very well-received."

Scott shook his head, but he was smiling properly now. The worst of the migraine was passing, leaving him tired but no longer in agony. He leaned back against the tree beside you, your shoulders touching. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For knowing when to find me. For..." He gestured vaguely, encompassing everything—the medicine, the company, the lack of judgment.

"Always," you replied simply. "That's what friends are for.”

The word "friends" settled between you like autumn leaves, delicate and somehow tinged with melancholy. You became acutely aware of where your shoulders touched, of the familiar scent of his cologne mingling with the spring air. These moments alone with Scott had become both a comfort and a sweet torture—each one adding another crack to the careful walls you'd built around your growing feelings for him.

Scott shifted slightly, and you felt him tense, though not from pain this time. "Jean asked about us the other day," he said carefully, his tone deliberately neutral in that way that meant he was overthinking every word.

Your heart stuttered. "Oh?" You kept your own voice light, though your fingers nervously plucked at the grass beside you. "What about us?"

"She said..." He paused, seeming to wrestle with the words. "She said we have a connection she's never seen me have with anyone else. That even without her telepathy, she can see it."

You forced a laugh, though it came out slightly strained. "Well, shared delinquency does tend to bond people."

"That's not—" Scott started, then stopped. His jaw worked for a moment before he continued, softer, "You know that's not what she meant."

The air felt heavier suddenly, charged with unspoken words. You could feel your pulse in your throat, years of careful friendship teetering on the edge of something more. But the risk of losing what you had, of making things awkward and ruining the easy comfort between you—it seemed too high a price.

"Scott..." you began, not sure how to finish.

He turned toward you slightly, and even through the ruby quartz, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. "Sometimes," he said, voice barely above a whisper, "I wonder if I'm the only one who..." He trailed off, uncertainty evident in the set of his shoulders.

Your breath caught. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? You'd gotten so good at reading him over the years, at interpreting every subtle shift in his expression, but right now you were terrified of misunderstanding.

"You're not," you whispered back, heart hammering. "You're not the only one."

The confession hung in the air between you, delicate as spun glass. Scott's hand found yours in the grass, his fingers trembling slightly as they intertwined with your own. Neither of you moved beyond that simple touch, both afraid of shattering this fragile new thing taking shape between you.

"How long?" he asked softly.

You gave a shaky laugh. "Remember when you helped me practice combat moves last summer? You pinned me down, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. And it wasn't because of the sparring."

A slight flush crept up his neck. "I, uh, may have let that match go on longer than strictly necessary for training purposes."

"Really?" You turned to face him fully now, a smile tugging at your lips. "And here I thought you were just being thorough."

"I've wanted to tell you," he admitted, thumb tracing patterns on your palm. "But you're one of the few people who sees me as just... me. Not Cyclops, not the team leader, just Scott. I couldn't bear to lose that."

"You won't," you assured him, squeezing his hand. "That's not something that could change. Though I might have to start calling you 'just Scott' now, to make sure you remember."

He smiled then, one of those rare, full smiles that made your heart flip. "I think I can live with that."

The baseball game below had ended, the sun starting to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. But neither of you moved to leave your spot under the oak tree, content to sit in this new understanding, hands linked, watching the day fade into evening.

Sometimes the biggest changes came not with grand gestures or dramatic declarations, but with quiet admissions on spring afternoons, with the gentle understanding that what you'd been looking for had been right beside you all along but that was just the beginning of something new.

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Your room had become a haven of soft lamplight and quiet laughter as evening settled over the mansion. You sat cross-legged on your bed, Scott beside you, both of you having shed the day's tensions along with your shoes. The small fan in your window hummed, pushing the spring breeze through your room and carrying away any telltale scents.

"I still can't believe you kept that," Scott chuckled, gesturing to the rather embarrassing photo on your cork board—him in his early days at the school, attempting to look serious despite sporting a truly regrettable haircut.

"Are you kidding? It's blackmail gold," you teased, feeling wonderfully light and warm. The evening's shared gummy had left you both in that perfect state of relaxed contentment. "Besides, you were adorable with that bowl cut."

"Adorable isn't exactly the look I was going for," he replied, but his smile was fond. The usual rigid set of his shoulders had melted away, and he'd relaxed back against your headboard, his leg pressed against yours.

"No? What look were you going for exactly? Because I distinctly remember—"

A sharp knock at your door made you both freeze.

"Hey, kid, you got a bottle opener in there?" Logan's gruff voice carried through the wood.

You exchanged panicked looks with Scott, whose face had gone notably pale. "Uh, just a second!" you called out, frantically waving your hands at the wisps of smoke from your incense burner.

"I can come back if you're busy," Logan drawled, a knowing tone in his voice that made your stomach drop. Right. Enhanced senses. Of course he could smell—

"No! No, it's fine, I'll just—" you stumbled off the bed, accidentally kicking Scott in the process, who barely managed to stifle a yelp.

When you opened the door, you kept it deliberately narrow, trying to block the view inside. Logan stood there with his signature raised eyebrow, a six-pack of beer tucked under one arm.

"Bottle opener?" you squeaked.

His nostrils flared slightly, and his lips twitched. "Interesting evening you're having."

"I don't know what you—"

"Summers in there with you?" He didn't wait for an answer, raising his voice slightly. "You know, if someone's having trouble sleeping or dealing with pain, there's this thing called the med bay."

You heard Scott groan from inside the room.

Logan's expression shifted between amusement and exasperation. "Look, I don't care what you two do in your off hours, but maybe try using the bathroom fan next time. Some of us have sensitive noses." He paused, then added with a smirk, "And thin walls."

Your face burned. "I'll, uh, keep that in mind."

"Bottle opener?" he reminded you.

"Right! Yes!" You practically dove for your desk drawer, grabbed the opener, and thrust it at him.

He accepted it with a knowing look. "Have fun, kids. Try to keep it down." He turned to leave, then called over his shoulder, "And Summers? You got training with the junior team at nine tomorrow. Don't be late."

You closed the door and leaned against it, mortified. Behind you, Scott had buried his face in your pillow.

"So," you said after a moment of profound silence, "that happened."

Scott lifted his head, his hair adorably mussed. "Think he'll tell the Professor?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his worried expression. "Pretty sure Logan's the last person to snitch about recreational activities." Moving back to the bed, you settled beside him again. "Though we might want to invest in better ventilation."

"Or," Scott said, reaching for your hand and pulling you closer, "we could just use my room next time. Corner suite. Better air flow."

"Next time?" you asked, trying to ignore how your heart skipped at his casual assumption of future evenings together.

His smile turned slightly sheepish. "Well, I was hoping... since we already came clean about other things today..."

You leaned in closer, feeling bold. "Mr. Summers, are you suggesting we make this a regular thing?"

"The getting caught by Logan part? Definitely not." His hand found your waist. "The rest of it? Yeah, I think I am."

Before you could respond, his com unit chirped. Followed by yours. Then both of your phones.

"GROUP MEETING NOW," read Storm's text. "LOGAN SAYS IT'S URGENT."

You both stared at the messages in horror.

"He wouldn't," Scott said.

Another text came through: "BRING BOTTLE OPENER."

"He would," you groaned.

Scott let his head fall back against the wall with a thunk. "Think it's too late to run away and join the Brotherhood?"

You patted his knee sympathetically. "Look on the bright side—at least we don't have to figure out how to tell everyone we're dating now."

"Is that what we're doing?" he asked softly, tension creeping back into his shoulders. "Dating?"

You took his hand, lacing your fingers through his. "Well, I'm not sharing my premium edibles with just anyone, Summers."

His laugh, warm and genuine, was worth whatever teasing awaited you downstairs. Though you did make a mental note to start keeping backup bottle openers in every room—just in case.The walk to the common room felt like a march to execution, though you weren't sure what was more nerve-wracking—the prospect of facing the team or the way Scott's hand kept brushing against yours, sending little electric shocks up your arm. You were still slightly high, which wasn't helping your anxiety levels.

"We could always say we were studying," you suggested halfheartedly as you approached the door.

Scott snorted. "Right. Because that's totally why my heart rate is through the roof right now."

"You know I can hear you both, right?" Logan's voice carried through the door, followed by several poorly suppressed snickers.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door. The entire team was sprawled across various furniture pieces, trying and failing to look casual. Storm sat perched on the arm of the sofa, hiding a smile behind her hand. Kurt was hanging upside down from the chandelier, his tail swishing with barely contained amusement. Even the Professor was there, though he at least had the grace to maintain his usual serene expression.

"So," Logan drawled from his position leaning against the fireplace, "now that our fearless leader and his... study partner have joined us, we can begin."

Scott's ears were turning red, but he maintained his composure, crossing his arms. "You called an emergency meeting just to—"

"Actually," Storm interrupted, her eyes twinkling, "we've been taking bets on when you two would finally figure it out. Jean's been insufferable about knowing for months."

"WHAT?" you and Scott exclaimed simultaneously.

"Please," Jean smirked from her corner. "You think I needed telepathy to see those pining looks? The sexual tension in the Danger Room was getting ridiculous."

"There was no sexual tension in the—" Scott started.

"Dude," Bobby cut in, "you made us run extra drills every time they wore those new training pants."

Your face felt like it was on fire. Scott's mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out.

"If we could return to the actual purpose of this meeting," the Professor interjected smoothly, though you swore you saw him slip Storm a twenty-dollar bill. "Logan has brought to my attention that we may need to discuss updating some of our... recreational policies."

"Oh god," you mumbled, sinking into the nearest chair. Scott remained standing, looking like he wished his optic blasts could open a hole in the floor to swallow him.

"Specifically," Logan continued, clearly enjoying himself, "the proper ventilation requirements for certain activities." He tossed your bottle opener in the air and caught it. "And maybe a discussion about sharing resources."

"I hate everyone in this room," Scott declared, but he finally sat down—right next to you on the loveseat, his thigh pressed against yours in a way that definitely didn't help your concentration.

"Even me?" you whispered.

His hand found yours between the cushions, hidden from view. "You're on thin ice," he murmured back, but his thumb stroking across your knuckles said otherwise.

"If you two are done having a moment," Logan interrupted, "we've got actual business to discuss. Like how I'm not gonna play delivery man every time someone needs party supplies."

"Wait," Kurt's eyes widened, his tail stopping mid-swish. "Is THAT why Scott's always so relaxed during movie nights?"

"Moving on," the Professor said firmly, but there was definite amusement in his voice. "Perhaps we should discuss the upcoming mission to—"

"Nuh uh," Storm cut in. "We're not changing subjects until they tell us how long this has been going on. I've got money riding on this."

You exchanged a look with Scott, and something in his expression made your heart flutter. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the edible, or maybe it was just that the secret was out anyway, but you felt a surge of boldness.

"Well," you announced, "officially? About six hours. Unofficially..." you squeezed Scott's hand, "probably since that time he tried to teach me to ride his motorcycle and we ended up in the lake."

"HAH!" Bobby jumped up. "That was eight months ago! Pay up, everyone!"

Money started changing hands around the room as Scott turned to you, eyebrows raised above his visor. "The lake incident? Really?"

You shrugged, feeling your face heat up. "You gave me your jacket, and your hair was all wet, and you had this little smile... it was a whole thing."

"If it helps," he said softly, ignoring the chaos of bet-settling around you, "I started falling for you way before that. Remember when you brought me soup during that mission planning session and told me I was being an idiot for skipping meals?"

"That was over a year ago!"

"Yeah, well," he smiled that rare, soft smile that made your insides melt, "apparently I'm slow to catch on."

"Oh my god, they're even worse now," Logan groaned. "I'm gonna need stronger beer."

But you barely heard him, too caught up in the way Scott was looking at you, in the realization that all those moments you'd treasured, all those little interactions you'd overthought—he'd been feeling it too. The team's teasing faded into background noise as Scott's thumb traced patterns on your palm, each touch a quiet promise of more moments to come.

"So," you whispered, "your room next time?"

His answering grin was worth every bit of embarrassment the evening had brought. "It's a date."

"If you two are done making heart eyes at each other," Storm called out, "we actually do have a mission to discuss."

Scott straightened, slipping into leader mode, but his hand stayed firmly entwined with yours. And if the mission briefing took longer than usual because people kept making poorly concealed jokes about "joint operations" and "higher planning"—well, you found you didn't mind so much anymore.

Sometimes the best things in life came with a side of merciless teasing from your found family. And maybe, you thought as Scott's thumb brushed across your knuckles again, that made them even better. 

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The mission had left you both battered and exhausted, more emotionally than physically. Your uniform still bore scorch marks from a too-close call, and Scott's jaw hadn't unclenched since you'd boarded the Blackbird for the flight home. The loss of civilians always hit him the hardest, even when there was nothing more any of you could have done.

You found yourself following him to his corner suite without discussion, neither of you wanting to be alone. The sun had long since set, casting the mansion in quiet shadows. His room was exactly as you'd expected—meticulously organized, minimalist, but with small touches that were purely Scott: a worn paperback on the nightstand, a framed photo of the original team, his leather jacket hung carefully by the door.

"Shower's yours if you want it," he offered quietly, already shrugging off his tactical vest.

You shook your head. "You first. I'll raid your dresser for something clean."

He paused, then nodded, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the silence as you borrowed one of his soft grey t-shirts and a pair of track pants that you had to roll at the waist several times.

When he emerged, hair damp and wearing sleep clothes, some of the mission's tension had eased from his shoulders. He'd switched his visor for his sleeping goggles—the ones you'd helped him modify last winter to be more comfortable.

"Better?" you asked softly.

He crossed to where you sat on the edge of his bed, cupping your face in his hands. "Getting there," he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. "Today was..."

"I know." You pulled him closer, letting him wrap his arms around you, holding on as if to assure himself you were really there. "But we made it. We're here."

His fingers traced the edge of the scorch mark on your borrowed shirt. "When I saw that blast coming toward you—"

"Hey." You caught his hand, bringing it to your lips. "I'm okay. We're okay."

He exhaled shakily, then kissed you with a gentle desperation that made your heart ache. You responded in kind, trying to pour all your understanding and comfort into the contact. When you finally parted, his breathing was unsteady.

"Stay?" he whispered. "Just... stay with me tonight?"

"Always," you promised, shifting to make room as he pulled back the covers.

You settled into his arms, your back against his chest, his heartbeat steady against your spine. His arm draped protectively around your waist, hand splayed across your stomach, thumb tracing idle patterns that made you shiver.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your hair.

You laced your fingers through his. "More than okay." After a moment, you added with a slight smile, "Though Logan's probably going to have opinions about our sleeping arrangements at tomorrow's training session."

His quiet laugh rumbled through your back. "Logan can deal with it." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "I need this. Need you."

The simple honesty in his voice made your breath catch. You turned in his arms to face him, tracing the line of his jaw. "You've got me, Scott. For as long as you want me."

His answer was another kiss, deeper this time, full of unspoken promises and growing heat. Your hands found their way under his shirt, mapping the warm skin of his back as he drew you closer.

The world outside could wait until morning. For now, there was just this—the quiet sanctuary of his room, the comfort of being held, and the knowledge that whatever tomorrow brought, you'd face it together.

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The first time you heard it, you were breaking up a disagreement between two students in the hallway. Scott had arrived moments after you, arms crossed, wearing what the kids called his "Dad Face"—stern but concerned, ready to dispense both discipline and guidance.

"Sorry, Mom, sorry, Dad," one of the students had muttered automatically, then frozen, eyes widening in horror at what they'd just said.

You'd maintained your composure until the students scurried away, then dissolved into laughter against Scott's shoulder. "Did we just get parent-zoned by the junior class?"

But it didn't stop there. Somehow, it spread through the school like wildfire.

"Mom! Bobby froze my homework again!" became a common complaint in your classroom.

"Dad's giving the disappointed face in combat training" was whispered in hallways whenever Scott had to correct someone's form.

Now, weeks later, you were grading papers in the library when Scott dropped into the chair beside you, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Three different students asked me if they were grounded today. I wasn't even disciplining them."

You tried to hide your smile. "Well, you were wearing your navy sweater. That's definitely peak dad energy."

"I like this sweater," he protested, then paused. "Wait, is that my cardigan you're wearing?"

"Maybe." You tugged the borrowed garment closer. It still smelled like him. "I'm just leaning into the mom aesthetic. Besides, you never wear it."

"Because someone keeps stealing it." But his mock annoyance was betrayed by the way he reached over to fix the collar, his fingers lingering against your neck.

"Mr. Summers! Ms.—oh gross, they're being cute again," came Jubilee's voice from behind a bookshelf. "I'm telling Logan our parents are making out in the library."

"We're not—" Scott started, but she was already gone, the sound of her laughter echoing down the hall.

You couldn't help chuckling at his flustered expression. "You have to admit, it's kind of sweet they see us that way."

"Sweet wasn't exactly what I was going for when I became a teacher here," he grumbled, but there was a softness in his voice.

"No? The great Cyclops didn't dream of being the world's most responsible dad figure?" You reached up to smooth his perpetually wayward hair. "Because you're kind of nailing it with the whole protective, supportive, slightly nerdy—"

He cut you off with a kiss, one hand cupping your face while the other steadied himself on your chair. You melted into it, papers forgotten, until—

"Ugh, LOGAN! They're doing it again!"

You broke apart to find Kitty's head sticking through a bookshelf, looking thoroughly scandalized.

"That's it," Scott declared, standing and pulling you up with him. "Field trip. Everyone's running laps."

"But Daaaad," Kitty whined, then phased fully through the shelf with a grin. "Does this mean we're getting a little brother or sister?"

You'd never seen Scott turn quite that shade of red before.

"Twenty laps!" he called after her retreating form. "And tell your friends thirty if they make any more comments!"

You tugged him back down into his chair, laughing at his flustered expression. "You know that's just going to encourage them more, right?"

He groaned, letting his head fall onto your shoulder. "How did this become my life?"

"Well," you mused, running your fingers through his hair, "you did decide to date the cool teacher. The one who lets them eat snacks in class and doesn't give pop quizzes."

"The one who enables their sugar highs and constantly undermines my authority, you mean?" But he was smiling now, that soft smile reserved just for you.

"Exactly. Face it, Summers, you're stuck being the strict parent. Someone has to maintain order around here."

He lifted his head to look at you, and something in his expression made your heart skip. "Yeah?" he said softly. "And how long do you plan on being the fun parent?"

The weight of the question hung in the air between you. "Well," you managed, throat suddenly tight with emotion, "I did help you reorganize your closet by color last weekend. I think I'm pretty committed to this co-parenting gig."

His laugh was warm and full of promise as he pulled you closer. "Good. Because I'm pretty sure the kids would stage a revolt if Mom left."

"Just the kids?" you teased.

"Well," he murmured, leaning in, "Dad might have some opinions about it too."

"Oh my god, AGAIN?" came Bobby's voice from somewhere behind you. "Logan! MOM AND DAD ARE—"

"FIFTY LAPS!" Scott shouted, but he was laughing as he said it, and when he kissed you again, neither of you cared who saw.

After all, every family had its quirks. Yours just happened to include superpowers, teenage mutants who called you Mom and Dad, and a perpetually exasperated Logan who kept threatening to send you both to parenting classes.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

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You hadn't meant to ruin the rare day off. The local pool had seemed like a perfect escape from the summer heat, and seeing the younger students so excited about a normal afternoon out had been worth all the preparation and permission slips. But now you sat on the edge of your bed, still in your damp swimsuit with Scott's t-shirt hastily pulled over it, trying to pretend your hands weren't shaking.

The knock at your door was gentle. "Hey," Scott's voice carried through. "Can I come in?"

You made a noncommittal sound that he correctly interpreted as yes. He entered, still in his swim trunks and the long-sleeve rashguard he wore to hide his more visible scars. The ruby quartz sunglasses he wore for public outings were pushed up into his damp hair.

"Logan's got the kids back at the mansion," he said softly, sitting beside you. "Storm's making hot chocolate, despite it being about ninety degrees out. Something about comfort requiring chocolate."

"They shouldn't have had to leave early," you mumbled. "They were having fun."

"They were more worried about you." His hand found yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "We all were. When those people started saying those things..."

You tried to smile, but it felt wobbly. "Guess they weren't fans of the swimsuitl." You touched your sides self-consciously. "I should have known better."

"Hey." Scott's voice went firm. "Don't. Don't let them make you feel like you did anything wrong."

A soft thud against your window made you both look up. Kitty's face was pressed against the glass, rapidly fogging it up.

"Um," you managed, "did she just climb up three stories?"

Another face appeared beside hers – Kurt's. Then Bobby's head popped up from below.

Scott sighed, but you could see him fighting a smile. "I think we're about to have company."

Sure enough, Kitty phased through the wall, Kurt teleported in with his signature BAMF, and Bobby created an ice slide up to your window before climbing through.

"The others are coming up the normal way," Kitty announced, plopping down on your other side. "Like boring people."

"Because doors are for losers," Scott deadpanned, but his hand squeezed yours when you let out a small laugh.

As if on cue, your door opened again. Jean entered with a tray of Storm's promised hot chocolate, followed by Storm herself, Logan, and what looked like half the student body.

"This is not regulation dormitory capacity," you pointed out weakly as teenagers began filling every available surface in your room.

"Screw regulations," Logan growled, leaning against your dresser. "We're having a family meeting."

"About?" you asked, though the way everyone was looking at you made it pretty obvious.

"About how we're gonna show those jerks that nobody messes with our mom," Jubilee declared from her perch on your desk.

"Language," Scott said automatically, then added, "But she's not wrong."

"We could ice their cars," Bobby suggested.

"Or I could accidentally cause a small rain cloud to follow them around," Storm mused, looking far too innocent as she handed you a mug of cocoa.

"No revenge plots," Scott said firmly, though you noticed he didn't sound entirely convinced. "We're better than that."

"Says the guy who was about to blast their windshield," Logan muttered.

"You what?" you turned to Scott, who had the grace to look slightly sheepish.

"I was... considering it," he admitted. "The way they looked at you, the things they said..." His jaw clenched. "Nobody talks to someone I love like that."

The room went suddenly, suspiciously quiet. You realized it was the first time he'd used that word – love – even though you'd both been dancing around it for months.

"Aww," Kitty sighed, breaking the silence. "Dad's getting sappy."

"Can we focus?" Scott's ears had turned red. "We need to discuss how to handle situations like this in the future, as a team."

"Already handled," Jean spoke up. "I may have... suggested to the pool management that they might want to review their discrimination policies. Telepathically. Very thoroughly."

"And I might have mentioned that my law firm would be very interested in hearing about any future incidents," Ororo added casually.

"Plus, we're totally starting our own pool club here," Jubilee announced. "Better than their stupid public pool anyway. We can do cool mutant stuff without boring people complaining."

"Yeah!" Bobby brightened. "I can make the best water slides!"

"And I can heat the water!" John called from somewhere in the back.

"Absolutely not," Scott said quickly. "No combining powers without supervision, we've talked about this."

You couldn't help but laugh at the familiar chaos, the tightness in your chest finally starting to ease. Looking around your overcrowded room at these people – your family – you felt the day's hurt beginning to fade.

"Thank you," you said softly. "All of you."

Scott's arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer. "Always," he murmured against your temple. Then, louder, "But everyone out of this room in five minutes. There are actual fire codes we're violating right now."

"Ugh, Dad's back in teacher mode," Kitty groaned, but she was smiling as she started herding younger students toward the door.

As the room slowly emptied, people stopping to hug you or offer final declarations of support, you leaned into Scott's side. "So," you said quietly, "love, huh?"

He turned to face you fully, one hand coming up to trace your [mutation feature] with gentle fingers. "Yeah," he said simply. "Love."

"Even with all this?" you gestured vaguely at yourself.

"Because of all of it," he corrected. "Every part of you. Anyone who can't see how beautiful you are is an idiot."

You kissed him then, pouring all your gratitude and returning love into it, not caring that there were still students in the room.

"Gross," Logan commented from the doorway. "Come on, kids, let's give your parents some privacy. But Summers? Next time someone gives her trouble, you better not stop me from showing them why they call me Wolverine."

"Next time," Scott replied, not looking away from you, "I might help."

As the door closed behind the last of your impromptu support group, you snuggled closer to Scott. "Our family's kind of intense," you observed.

"Yeah," he agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But would you have it any other way?"

Looking around your room at the evidence of their visit – scattered cocoa mugs, a few ice crystals from Bobby's entrance, scorch marks on your ceiling from Jubilee's enthusiastic gesturing – you smiled. "Not a chance."

Sometimes the worst moments led to the best reminders of what really mattered. And what mattered was right here – in a too-crowded school full of mutant teenagers who called you Mom, a team that would face down any threat to protect their own, and a man who loved every part of you, even the parts others couldn't understand.

"Hey Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

His smile was brighter than any summer day, and worth every challenge that came with being who you were.

[echidnana]

being at home is just constantly being reminded of how much we hate the body's dad

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Alright I feel like I've done the other Creed Readers, so here is my interpretation of Smilodon Reader.

I like to imagine them doing their best to separate themselves from their "relatives" by cutting and styling their hair to be as unfluffy as possible...but keep failing due to pure fluff genes. Went with more of a punkish style because like...they want people (both mutant and human) to leave them alone so they want to be intimidating but also try to be different. 100% unentertained with the way people see them. They're a lil on the skinny side rn, but they also don't really feed themself the best or have the best food supply. They'd be bulkier if they weren't just doing their best to survive and avoid the judgement of the other mutants.

(At this point I'm just keeping the cardboard cut-out of Victor around for height comparisons. I like to imagine everyone being little uncomfortable around it and shoving it into the closet when reference pictures are done lol. They def use it to prank other readers.)

They look stunning! Their scowl, their pinkish scars, their short hair that is still floofing a little (hard to get rid of the floof!), their reddish-amber eyes, their red tank top and darker gray jacket, their cargo pants and boots-!

They're trying so, so hard not to look like their dad, or uncle, or whoever or whatever else is in their family. They just want to be Reader, not Sabretooth's h*llspawn, not Logan's vicious nibling, not the disappointment, or the runt, or the one to abandon.

They definitely have a melt down about it-

"Do you KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO BE ME?! Every day, EVERY F*CKIN' DAY, you BRATS compare me and make fun of me and USE ME, never seeing me as a PERSON. I'm always "Sabretooth's runt" or "Logan's evil nibling", never Reader or a KID! Want to know something?! I NEVER ASKED TO EXIST!!! I try SO HARD, so F*CKING HARD, to be good! To be nice! To be worth it or acceptable or just lovable... but I'm not... No one cares... No one cares if I live or die or if I disappeared... So maybe I should just go..."

Yeah... The teens were not expecting that... amd now feel the beginning of guilt and shame, for how they've been acting towards Reader...

What do you think, @vivid-bun ? Want to cook on this? (Is that how y'all say it?) Did you like it? And please, please know you're art is so freaking awesome. It's amazing. Look at them. Look at what you made. Eat a cookie. Eat two cookies. You did amazing.

[spider-jaysart]

Character asks : Irey West and Mari Grayson

Mar'i Grayson:

1. How I feel about this character:

Protective, loving, strong, sassy, and just as wonderful as her Mother is

2. All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Chris Kent. Jasper Logan is also sweet too (a Bbrae kid oc created by @hains-mae)

3. My non romantic otps for this character:

Irey West and Lian harper

4. My unpopular opinion about this character:

If she had a favorite condiment like her Mother, I like to headcanon it's ranch

5. One thing I wish would/had happened with this character in canon:

Get a cute, fun graphic novel of her tween self having an awesome adventure with her family and friends

Not date and marry someone who is her Uncle💀

Get to exist in canon again, especially along side her brother Jake, but in her tween or a younger form, because that would be really nice and adorable to see. And to also form a close team with young Irey and Lian at that age as well

Irey West:

1. How I see this character:

Hmmmm energetic and cute, seems like she has a tough side to herself

2. All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Hmmmm I don't actually have anyone in mind lol. Mar'i and her would be cute tho

3. My non romantic otps for this character:

Mar'i Grayson and Lian Harper

4. My unpopular opinion about this character:

Nothing really

5. One thing I wish would/had happened in with this character in canon:

Form a team with a tween Mar'i and Lian

Thanks for the ask, anon!

[jorjorlinks]

i haven't seen The Lightning Thief movie since 5th grade when it came out so I'm rewatching it before i listen to the Newest Olympian episodes about it and i'm only 2 minutes in and i don't remember any of this at all so i thought i'd make a post of my reactions throughout the movie.

why is the fisherman surprised by poseidon's giant form??? shouldn't the mist cover it??? also why is poseidon walking out of the ocean in giant form???

ZEUS IS SEAN BEAN???????

reading the credits like, there's so many famous actors in this???? i don't remember them at all. rosario dawson??? who does she even play?

why is ms. dodds an english teacher? what?

isn't yancy academy supposed to be a boarding school?

percy hearing his dad's voice is so wild

pierce brosnan as chiron us not bad tbh

some of the casting is so spot on, if only the writing was better

chiron is revealing too much too fast

god i love this grover so much

HAHAHAAH the minotaur being in a cow pasture is so perfect

where is the minotaur's tighty whiteys

the minotaur didn't dissolve?????

why are so many demigods hurt lmaooo

love how all the other campers are the same age as percy. where are the little ones

there's a middle aged man in the background???? who is he? is he a teacher?

logan lerman and alexandra daddario's blue eyes are SO blue

more than one centaur at camp????

whoa whoa whoa whoa what. what. he's already being put in the poseidon cabin??? he hasn't even been claimed yet

chiron is so upfront in this movie it's wild

so luke just takes percy in for capture the flag but isn't his counselor hmmm

"I'm coming buddy, I'm coming!" jake abel is so perfect

annabeth and percy being on opposite sides of the game is so weird

annabeth is acting like clarisse c'mon now

why can poseidon speak in percy's mind

percy is suddenly good at fighting because he touched water? huh?

luke is so perfect

i don't think chris columbus knows how capture the flag works

a balrog?!?!?!?!

hades??? no. no. no. why would hades look like that. why does he look like lucifer. what is happening?????

"you cannot negotiate with hades. he'll kill you and your mother" why is hades evil

are they just not gonna get a prophecy

why would luke know how to get to the underworld

absolutely LOVE that luke is a gamer

also love that luke just said he broke into olympus and stole things. he literally just told them that he's the lightning thief

map to persephone??? "keeps her prisoner" god, why is hades literally the worst in this

oh they are looking for the pearls, interesting

luke has aegis?!?!?

awesome, no prophecy

annabeth you can't just steal from a wishing fountain

glad they kept uncle ferdinand

medusa SLAYS. that leather jacket is so nice damn

cool ipod product placement. kids today would never get it

he can heal other people with water????

oh none of the gods can see their kids???? is there a great prophecy in this or uhhh not

love grover eating a soda can

okay so the mist doesn't cover anything cool

so far two major rules of the percy jackson world don't exist: the great prophecy and mist. can it even be percy jackson without them?

so their dyslexia just lets them read greek letters?

so video calls on laptops don't attract monsters but cell phones do? i can't believe camp has wifi

also why tf is percy wearing the shoes

i kinda like the idea of the hydra presenting has like 5 people

ah, percy is wearing the shoes so he can fight the hydra while flying, i see.

annabeth has so many random weapons and they just sort of appear. does she have like, a bag of holding or something?

so like so far percy has not controlled water at all but now he just sees a water fountain and thinks, yeah i can use that

they're just toting medusa's head along hmm

oh the lotus casino is a stop they have to purposefully walk into, cool

grover how can you gamble? how can any of you gamble? none of y'all are supposed to look 18 or older

okay this lotus casino is significantly better than the show, i gotta say

time for the most iconic seen

love that the lotus flower is just drugs

they're just letting these kids gamble???

ah poseidon is why percy is able to remember

THE PEARL IS BEING USED FOR ROULETTE LMAOO

i can't believe they decided to replace the st. louis arch with the nashville parthenon

no crusty's??? no DOA records????

ooh catacombs

i think chris columbus confused the underworld with hell

are those supposed to be dogs?

oh there's rosario dawson, it's summer, why is persephone in the underworld

why is grover so sexualized

why is persephone so sexualized

oh the bolt is in the shield

"i am going to be king of the gods" alright chill

also just realized that there is no history between annabeth and luke and she's not upset that he was the lightning thief

sally went with them???

WHAT IS LUKE DOING HERE

luke having his own shoes is very funny

huh?

kronos is just not a factor in this movie

luke, you have the bolt, why are you chasing percy

percy hit luke so hard his shoes fell off

how does sally know how to get into olympus

i love how in the books the gods are 10 feet tall and in this movie they're 50

love that they recast hermes for the second movie

he's so tiny, i cannot take this seriously

i think it is interesting that poseidon would have stayed to raise percy if he could. the movie really said good dad!poseidon

percy doing the politician wave to say bye to his mom

grover is not looking for pan at all, interesting

CHIRON SAYUNG PERCY IS HIS FAVORITE IS SO FUCKING WILD there's literally other campers around you

annabeth wears pink because she's a girl and percy wears blue because he's a boy

whelp

that's about as bad as i remember

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

I commented but idk if you saw, have you posted any headcanons for Donna/do you have any headcanons for her? She's my favourite character :]

I did see! Sorry. I’m always slow to respond.

Anyways.

Yes.

Donna.

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-She runs a brothel. Because let’s be honest. That’s what the babe house always was. It’s a very employees first kind of establishment, though, and Donna is not going to hesitate to support her ladies to get other jobs if they want them or to break the wrist of a ‘ungentlemanly’ customer.

-She also kicks out her friends husbands. Makes her less money but she can’t tolerate bad spouse behaviour.

-The mother friend of Phoenix Drop. There’s Uncle Visher, and then there’s mommy Donna. She looks after everyone, puts a roof over their head and makes sure they’re safe, and she’s just awesome.

-She half-ran Phoenix drop with Garroth after the lord died. She has the people’s best interests in mind, as well as being the person they trusted most, and Garroth knew politics, so it just seemed right for them to take up what responsibilities they could.

-She has the potential to use magicks, but she just doesn’t. She doesn’t have the time.

-There is nothing that could convince her not to love Logan. I hate the soulmates thing but that’s what they are.

-If she existed in modern times, she’d be the kind of person to get to her destination but wait in her car until the song she was listening to ended.

-Dog person. Loves them, though probably only to spite her mother’s love of cats. Really worked out in Logan’s favour though.

-She puts honey in her tea.

-She isn’t a magicks user but she makes her own remedies and stuff for people being ill or having bad ‘juju’. Just some stuff she picked up from Urla. One of which includes warm milk, honey and lemon juice for sore throats.

-Shameless perv (canon)

-She has loads of siblings as a kid, but they were all turned into werewolves during an attack, and instead of let herself have werewolf children, Urla killed them all. Traumatising as fuck.

-She’s technically Tu’Lan, but since her family have magicks, they sort of moved around a lot. So mostly Tu’Lan, with some other stuff mixed in.

-She wears as much jewellery as she can fit on her body.

-Buff. Not as much as Katelyn or Kiki, but she’s got to pull her weight in Phoenix Drop, so the physical labour has left her with some muscle.

-Honestly most of the men in Phoenix Drop have had a thing for Donna at one point. She’s honestly gorgeous.

-Some elven blood, but like so many generations back, it’s not really hot any effect on her.

-She never really wanted kids. Just imagined herself marrying some rich dude and living as his hot wife until her untimely demise and her artistic side piece would write some world-famous poem about it. But she couldn’t ask for anything better than her grimey, half-broke, merchant boytoy and their four kids.

-She is a bit of a painter. She doesn’t get the time to do much with it, but it’s a fun little hobby and Logan likes to sell her art occasionally.

-Logan always tries to buy her nice clothes when he can, even if they can’t really afford it. He just likes to make her smile.

-She has dimples

-The hot bi wife to Logan’s greasy het bf.

-She has excellent gaydar.

[sonofsaviors]

LOGAN DEAN NEGAN SMITH — CHARACTER SHEET

bold what applies to your muse .

•  eyes:  blue  |  green  |  brown  |  hazel  |  gray  |  gray-blue  |  other

•  hair:  blond  |  sandy  |  brown  |  black  |  auburn  |  red  |  grey  |  white  |  multi-color  |  other

•  body  type:  skinny  |  slender  |  slim  |  built  |  curvy  |  athletic  |  average  |  muscular  |  pudgy  |  overweight

•  skin:  pale  |  light  |  fair  |  freckled  |  tan  |  olive  |  medium  |  dark  |  discolored  |  other

• gender:  male  |  female  |  trans |  cis  |  agender  |  demigender  |  genderfluid  |  other  |  doesn’t  like  labels

•  sexuality:  heterosexual  |  homosexual  |  bisexual  |  pansexual  |  asexual |  demisexual  |  other  |  unsure  |  doesn’t  like  labels

•  romantic  orientation:  homoromantic  |  heteromantic  |  biromantic  |  panromantic  |  aromantic  |  demiromantic  |  unsure  |  doesn’t  like  labels

•  species:  human  |  undead   |  shapeshifter (verse dependent) |  demon  |  angel  |  with  |  ghost  |  incubus  /  succubus  |  werewolf  |  mermaid  |  mutant  |  android  |  other

•  education:  high  school  |  college  |  university  |  master’s  degree  |  PhD  |  entirely  self  taught  |  ged  |  junior high

•  i’ve  been: in  love  |  hurt  |  ill  |  mentally  abused  |  bullied  |  physically  abused  |  tortured  |  brainwashed  |  shot

•  positive  traits:  affectionate  |  adventurous  |  athletic  |  brave  |  careful  |  charming  |  confident  |  creative  |  cunning  |  determined  |  forgiving  |  generous  |  honest  |  humorous  |  intelligent  |  loyal  |  modest  |  patient  |  selfless  |  polite  |  down-to-earth  |  diligent  |  romantic  |  moral  |  fun-loving |  charismatic  |  calm

•  negative  traits:aggressive  |  bossy  |  cynical  |  envious  |  shy  |  fearful  |  greedy  |  gullible  |  jealous  |  impatient  |  impulsive  |  cocky  |  reckless  |  insecure  |  irresponsible  |  mistrustful  |  paranoid  |  possessive  |  sarcastic  |  self-conscious  |  selfish  |  swears  |  unstable  |  clumsy  |  rebellious  |  emotional  |  vengeful  |  anxious  |  self-sabotaging  |  self-sacrificing  |  moody  |  peevish  |  angry  |  pessimistic  |  slacker  |  thick  skinned  |  overly  dramatic  |  argumentative  |  dangerous  |  prideful  |  gluttonous

•  living  situation:  lives  alone  |  lives  with  parents  or  guardian  |  lives  with  significant  other  |  lives  with  friends  |  drifter  |  homeless  |  lives  with  children  |  verse  dependent

•  parents/guardian:  mother  |  father  |  adoptive  |  aunt  |  uncle  |  foster  |  grandmother  |  grandfather  |  other

•  sibling(s):  sister  |  brother  |  none  |  other  |  biological  |  adopted

•  relationship:  single  |  crushing  |  dating  |  engaged  |  married  |  separated  |  it’s  complicated  |  verse  dependent (Currently has no ships. *Winkwonk. nudge nudge*

•  things  i’ve  done  before:  had  alcohol  |  smoked  |  stolen  |  done  drugs  |  self-harmed  |  starved  |  had  sex  |  had  a  threesome |  had  a  one-night  stand  |  gotten  into  a  fist  fight  |  gone  to  a  hospital  |  gone  to  jail  |  used  a  fake  ID  |  played  hooky  |  gone  to  a  rave  |  killed  someone  |  had  someone  try  to  kill  them  |  verse  dependent (or else I'm bolding this whole thing.)

Borrowed from @carltongrimes (Who is awesome)

Tagging: Anyone

[tenderstars]

@shincsobright | continued from here

"Well, wait til you try my pizza. I might have just bought myself a second and third chance," he joked as he squeezed her hand gently and pulled her inside. It was a big step to introduce the two, especially knowing he had to put Kaylee's best interest above his own (something he was still learning to do). Though, Logan quickly soothed his worries as he heard Kaylee laugh, reassuring him he had made the right decision. Sliding his hand over the small of her back, he smiles, "Well, it's a good thing it's an extra big one in celebration of Kaylee's awesome test scores. Let me go grab it." Nate tilted his head toward the dining table, encouraging her to join them and letting her know that he was open to this next step in their relationship. "It's the best thing Uncle Nate makes," she chimed before 'lowering her voice', "Just don't ever let him make you pasta... it's tomato water." She groaned softly, shaking her head as Nate could be heard laughing to himself in the kitchen.

[shincsobright]

@tenderstars

Nathaniel chuckled weakly to himself, not in response to Logan’s recent remark, but rather because he had naively believed he could behave oddly without Logan catching on. Before another word could escape in his defense, Kaylee was looking out the front door. “Shit,” he hissed, the air got stuck in his throat as the little girl tilted her head and spoke directly to Logan. “Are you joining us for buffalo pizza?” she asked innocently. “Uncle Nate said I get to have two pieces because I got an E for excellent on my report card.” Big blue eyes stared back at Logan and then at her Uncle, unaware of the situation unfolding before her. Nate turned to look at his girlfriend, blue eyes quickly locked on Logan as he mouthed quietly, “If you want to go, here’s your chance…” That wasn’t exactly what Nate wanted to say, but he knew it was the right thing to say, knowing she deserved out an out from all his crazy family drama.

The sight of the young girl made any anger she felt towards Nate disappear, and her features softened. There was clearly a long story here, which she'd ask about later, but for the moment, all she could focus on was the sweet little girl who looked up at her uncle like he was superman. "Wow, that's awesome! You must be super smart," Logan grinned, pretending to ponder the offer of pizza, before nodding solemnly. "That sounds amazing, I'd love some. As long as you have ranch for dipping," She trailed off, and immediately the young girl turned on her heel and bolted into the house to check on the ranch situation. "You should've just told me," Logan turned her attention to Nate in a gently chiding tone, lightly swatting his arm with the back of her hand before sliding it into his. "Your big secret is that you're a good guy who took in his niece?"

[marvelgirltm]

@wormholxtreme. ( rachel & ) ...mom?

Oh -- oh no! She'd done it again. She'd gone too far... She'd spiraled too rapidly -- and now here she is, watching as her mother sips her coffee at her usual spot, nary a worry. So it would seem... only Rachel would know. The truest burdens of Jean's heart, she felt them. She heard them. The screams. The inner anguish... and she wears it so well. She's beautiful. -- Aaaand now, Rachel realizes she's staring...she's standing on. the street side just gawking at this seemingly random redhead, awesome! If her 'uncle' Logan were here, he'd make fun of her.

"Ok -- you've done it...you've really done it this time..." Rachel speaks to herself, mostly beneath her breath. "Great good... what's the plan?" but just as surely as her resolution has come, her mother is on her way aross the street...towards her -- Fuck!

[thein273]

Most of my recommendations are going to primarily focus on non-romantic plot 'cuz I'm aroace and tend to be far more fascinated by gen fics or fics where romance is a tertiary subplot, so if you prefer a lot of romance in your fics you may not care about my recommendations.

Powerless by patent_pending: Virgil becomes a supervillain opposing a heavily traumatized but hiding it Roman in a society where lack of superpowers makes you disenfranchised. Unsubtle social commentary, but one of the better romances I've ever read and a really awesome and powerful story.

Kill the Lights by patent-pending: Logan-centric inspired by film noir. A mystery around the murder of an oil tycoon, especially to do with themes of moral greyness and how you come back from being a bad person, and if you deserve to live a full life despite being very flawed, arguably cruel. Everybody's grey, everybody cares. Also Roman is basically a femme fatale and it is absolutely perfect.

Every Chance to Get It Right by SoDoRoses: Not yet complete, the author is driving us all nuts but we love them anyway. Supervillain Virgil gets trapped in a time loop to save former superheroes. The rabid readership is scratching at the walls for the update. (Yes, SoDoRoses, I know I reblogged this from you and you're going to see it. Hi.)

SoDoRoses also has a dozen series with many, many installments that are all really go, ectgir is just by far and away my favorite.

Punks, Poets, Parents by edupunkn00b: Punk!Remus/Teacher!Logan caring for a nonverbal autistic-coded Janus from a bad family life. Pretty straight romance, but the child is fucking adorable.

I am having trouble finding any other fics saved on my stuff I salivate over. I feel kinda awkward about this part but I've been told it's good and I'm trying not to be embarrassed by promoting my own work. Eventually I'm gonna have to do it for my original fiction so best get used to it.

I have exclusively Sanders' Sides fics on my page thein273.

A Story of a Soul in All Its Stripes is a very, very long, not-yet-finished but almost series starting with Virgil's gradual alienation from the Dark Sides, winding through the eras of Thomas' life and ultimately culminating in a breakdown at the end of the series and his recovery from pretty significant depression. It's gonna have at least 500K by the time it's done, I'd reckon; it's already about 300K.

In All the Fifty-One and a Seventh Realms is a coffee-shop-adjacent urban fantasy AU where Virgil is a foster kid and dhampir with chronic health issues who only finds out in his late-twenties he's magic and needed to be taking care of his health in a totally different way. Roman is a gifted witch who runs the coffee shop. Remus and Janus are a packaged deal, anarchists, and both disabled in different ways. Most everybody has some flavor of trauma they deal with in very different ways. It's mostly a comedy right now and it's very near the beginning of the series, but all presented plot points have been wrapped up. Future installments will get more dramatic and stressful. I've been told it's really funny so if you're looking for something amusing you may wanna give it a shot. (ectgir, I forgot, is also absolutely hilarious.)

I also have assorted one-shots about transness, neurodivergence and aroace experiences. Plus what is now a series but with only one installment, not named, where Virgil is the put-upon uncle of superhero toddler Roman (as in he has superpowers and it's everybody's problem). No clue what that's named, first one is "Tiny Superheroes and Their Put-Upon Uncles. Oh, and Janus."

Does anyone want to give me their favorite Sanders sides fanfics?? And don't be modest if you wanna recommend me 30 fics or fics you wrote that's fine I'm just looking for stuff to read rn :3

[fruitcoops]

I don't know if you eat the Cubs but could you write a fic where they're raising a child

I love to write the Cubs and this seemed like the perfect opportunity, given the.....excitement of the newest Vaincre update!! FLUFF!! FLUFF FOR EVERYONE! Cubs credit goes to @lumosinlove (thank you for your parenting hcs) and Grace is mine!

The door to the house flew open; Finn looked up from his book, startled, just in time to catch a tiny ball of energy bundled in a battered pair of overalls as it threw itself into his lap. “Daddy!” it screamed into his face, round cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

“What?” he exclaimed in the same tone, settling tiny knees on either side of his thighs.

“I went to the park with Papa and we had a great time an’ I skinned my knee and I’m okay and I found acorns look!” she hollered at the top of her lungs before reaching deep into her front pocket and dumping a whole fistful of grimy acorns in his lap.

“Look at you!” Finn laughed as Logan covered his mouth in the doorway. “We’ve got our very own squirrel in the house!”

“What else did we do, ma petite citrouille?” Logan asked, dropping a kiss right between her messy space buns as he passed; Finn leaned up for a kiss of his own and smiled as warm lips brushed his forehead.

“I fought a goose!”

“The other thing,” Logan said hastily as Finn turned to him with raised brows. In the kitchen, footsteps padded on the hardwood for a moment before Leo appeared in the doorway with a matching expression of exasperated curiosity while he dried his hands on a towel.

Grace gnawed on her lower lip, clearly thinking hard. “We…got ice cream?”

“Before dinner,” Leo mused, leaning on the doorway. Logan blushed all the way to his ears. “Interesting choice.”

“It was just a little, Dada, don’t worry. Oh!” Grace said suddenly, slapping her hands against Finn’s collarbones in her excitement. “I remember! I got to the second branch on the big tree and Papa didn’t even have to help me!”

“You really are a squirrel, huh?” Finn teased. “That’s so exciting! How was the view?”

“Awesome,” she breathed. “Hold on, I hafta go show Dada my acorns.”

He helped her haphazardly pile them back into her pouch, though a few were left behind along with enough dirt that Finn would definitely have to change his pants before she squirmed off his chair and scampered over to the kitchen, worming her way between Logan and Leo as they shared a chaste ‘welcome home’ kiss. “Bonjour,” Leo said through his smile, hoisting her into his arms with ease.

“Look!” she urged, pouring a handful of the shells into his open palm as he settled her on one hip. Leo made all the appropriate ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s while she babbled on about the hundreds of millions beneath the park’s largest tree in her tinny five-year-old’s voice, snuggled up close to his chest.

“So, what are we going to do with these?” he asked when she finally stopped, breathless. Finn shifted to make room for Logan on his lap and kissed his shoulder; even four years after retirement, it was broad and warm under his shirt.

Grace paused, sucking her lower lip between her teeth again. “Jar?”

“Yeah, we can put them in a jar,” Leo agreed as she laid her head in the crook of his neck again. “Let’s go pick one out. Maybe Daddy or Papa will help you decorate.”

“Mmm, no, you do better painting. Has Daddy been reading all day again?” they heard her complain as the pair vanished into the kitchen, followed by Leo’s sunshine laughter.

“Oh, you know it.”

“You should take him to the park.”

“I’ll try.”

“Maybe Uncle Sirius will help me decorate.”

“I’m sure he’d love to hear from you, honeybun.”

“He draws good flowers,” Grace said sagely. Their shadows danced across the floor of the doorway and Finn wound his arms around Logan’s waist, pulling him in until his familiar weight settled just right across his thighs.

Logan’s neck was soft beneath his mouth, and he couldn’t help but kiss it. “A goose, huh?”

“I hoped you didn’t hear that,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands as Finn snickered. “She didn’t fight it, she just…scared it off.”

“And how did our five-year-old ray of sunshine and rainbows scare off an adult goose?”

“She yelled at it.” Finn craned his neck around to shoot a look of playful suspicion at him, and Logan groaned again. “And she tried to kick it, if you must know.”

“And how—” He tickled Logan’s ribs lightly and earned himself a gentle shove on the cheek in response. “—did she get into that situation, oh-so-responsible father?”

“We were looking at the lake!” Logan protested. “I didn’t know there would be a nest!”

“There are always nests.”

“The ice cream was a reward for her bravery.”

“Hey, I’m not judging.” He grinned as Leo’s low voice hummed into the hallway, his words inaudible but clearly affectionate. “But you might have to make it up to somebody.”

“He’ll be fine,” Logan whispered, bending down for a series of kisses. Finn sighed into his mouth and ran his thumb along the curve of Logan’s hip; after years of love, memories, and life together, he never got tired of the softness of his lips. He never tired of the blue of Leo’s eyes, or the strength they both carried despite the loss of a regimented workout routine—in fact, Finn found that he loved it even more without the expectation.

“I love you,” he murmured.

Logan smiled into his mouth. “Sap.”

“Need a hand, sunshine?” Finn called through the empty doorway.

“We’re good!” Leo answered, then materialized a moment later with their daughter still on his hip as she carefully held a mason jar of acorns in bond hands. He honked her nose lightly and sent her into a fit of giggles before glancing up at the two of them with nothing but happiness on his face. “We’ll be in the backyard painting if either of you want to grab a jar and join us. Timer’s set for fifteen minutes, when the carrots go in”

“Dada,” Grace whispered, tugging on his short sleeve. Leo bent his head so she could whisper in his ear—Finn’s heart exploded into confetti and sparkles at the sight, and he buried the lower half of his face in Logan’s shoulder to hide his ridiculous smile.

“We have a request,” Leo announced a moment later. “For the one and only Logan Tremblay, winner of the Conn Smythe and the Stanley Cup, to get newspapers and the good paint from the cabinet.”

“Please and thank you!” Grace finished for him with an air of great importance.

Logan looked down at Finn in obvious amusement and ran a hand through the back of his hair. “Looks like I’ve been summoned.”

“Very important job, too,” Finn agreed, patting his hip. “You’re free.”

But Grace frowned when Logan stood up. “Daddy, what are you going to do?”

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on the soup, right?” Finn retied one of her buns as it slumped further down to her ear and blew a raspberry on her cheek, then lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Don’t tell Dada, but I might grab some for a snack.”

“No, you will not!” Leo laughed, tapping a gentle foot against Finn’s shin. “It’s not cooked! Nobody in this house is getting food poisoning tonight!”

“It won’t taste good without the carrots, either,” Grace added. “Dada said so.”

Finn threw his hands up in exasperation. “Well, what else am I supposed to do?”

“Help me get the paints, mon rouge,” Logan said with a shake of his head.

“Make sure you get the good ones!” Grace reminded him. Finn glanced to Leo, who looked back at him with a subtle shrug and a lost expression.

“Only the best for our resident squirrel,” Finn promised, and prayed for luck.

[streets-in-paradise]

Dulce de Leche? - Andy Barclay x (fem) Reader

Masterlist

Word Count - 3K

Relationships: Andy Barclay x Reader 

Canon characters involved: Andy Barclay, Junior Wheeler, Bree Wheeler, Logan Wheeler. 

Warnings: This goes into a very specific AU idea. On it, Andy lived a time in Hackensack at some point of the years of his life canon doesn’t cover. There he casually bonded with the Wheelers, (a paralel for Charles Lee Ray bonding with the Pierces) then discovered the abuse going on in the family and infiltrated as a friend in order to protect the kids./ I’m being like the Muschietti siblings on IT regarding references to my country through the eyes of a tourist character.     

Summary: A friend of Bree returns from a vacation trip and Logan doesn’t waste the opportunity to set her up with Andy. 

Notes: @losersclubisms​,this is inspired in your AU idea. I hope you’ll enjoy it. I am running out of grown up Andy pics,( he had so few screentime) but fixed it using an Alex pic I know you have found cute before for the header lol. 

His wife was slightly reluctant about the idea, but her opinions never stopped Logan before. Whenever something occurred to him, he wouldn’t stop until making it happen. Andy was a good friend of his who had been lonely for too long and that couldn’t do any good for a man, his brother Lucas was the proof of that. Finding out that your return would coincide with his visit convinced him of taking action, it was a natural move to make because you were an old friend of Bree. The only one he liked and the only one she kept, also known to have long periods of singleness that he would unfortunately ‘ well intentionally’ tease you for occasionally.  

If you had to be fully honest, you would admit you were still there only for Bree and her son. You weren’t blind to who was the kind of man she married, but any direct confrontations would make you lose her and you made the promise of sticking with her. Sometimes you would have to stand Logan’s bullshit, but you had to in order to remain in her life. It was incredibly narcissistic on his part to think you would be taking his dating suggestions, Andy was one of the few friends he shared with Lucas and that alone was a red flag. However, Junior had a strange fondness of that man that you would never observe of him with any other of his father’s friends and that was quite intriguing. 

It was as if the positions he attributed you were analogues. Back when he was little he shamelessly called you aunt a few times and he got to be called uncle, which obviously stopped quickly through the subtle reprehension of the father for doing it. The only contact you ever established with Andy was through Junior and the genuine appreciation he had for you both, but you frankly didn’t know much of him. He seemed a nice man, but Logan also was in the eyes of an outsider and you knew he really wasn’t. You haven’t crossed paths with him in a long while, last time being one of the boy’s birthdays, but you remembered he was the only adult there besides your friend that wasn’t a total nightmare. You two stuck together for most of it and a few tension driven misunderstandings happened because you did find him attractive. 

That wouldn’t mean that Logan wasn't doing an insidious intromission, the only upside being that Andy seemed as uncomfortable as you. He clearly didn’t ask for it, as you neither did. You were there to reunite after your vacation trip, share stories and bring gifts. It wasn’t on your plans to stand a set up feeling like in an episode of The Office. 

“ Buenos Aires was awesome, there is so much to do that I would end up exhausted at the end of the day and still get shit to do on my list.” You were explaining, trying to get the conversation secured into the topic of your preference. “ I loved the art museums and antiquity stores. There is an alley that is a literal open-air museum in La Boca, that was  wonderful to see. And, of course, I almost forgot about the football stadium!”  

“ I saw the pics, truly awesome.” Junior added. “ Boca Juniors, pun intended in the name of the soccer club because it sounds like it is speaking of my mouth.” 

“ I WAS THINKING OF THAT THE WHOLE TIME! “ You followed him with excitement. “ I knew I was gonna hear one of your jokes as soon as I posted the pic of the entrance sign. You know, there is a curious detail in the origin of the nickname for the stadium you can read there. ‘La Bombonera’, which means ‘ box of chocolates’ in spanish, comes from the fact that an engineer on its development got a box of chocolates from a friend on his birthday and the team in the project found the shape very alike to the stadium they were creating.” 

He seemed to find your tellings quite amusing. 

“ The Box of Chocolates? Who thought that was a good idea for a stadium name?” 

You both laughed together and you could see how pleased Bree was of that, a subtle smile in your direction showing how impressed she was because of that carefree reaction from her son. 

“ Well, slang there is super confusing so it must make more sense for them.” You guessed in return.” Chocolate is a soft catcall word, when an argentine dude in Buenos Aires thinks you are pretty he may call you bombón.” 

You knew you were going to regret that later, but the flow of the talk with Junior made you forget you shouldn’t have mentioned it. 

“ Andy knows a bit of spanish, he may be able to explain to us how that could work on a phrase.” 

The implied ask got him embarrassed, but he acceded. 

“ The language doesn’t work the same way everywhere, just as we don’t speak like the british. “ Andy tried to explain. “ I don’t know how they speak in Argentina, but with the little I do know I would guess something like ‘ Eres un bombon.’ ” 

“ Sos un bombón.” You corrected, not daring to admit to yourself that the cheap trick imposed may have worked. “ You have a great spanish accent, by the way.” 

You were actually thinking of how soft he sounded, sweet even if he didn’t intend so. 

He smiled in return to the simple compliment, a shy response meant to close the topic, but you wouldn’t have that luck. 

“ Look at that, you sound like you are about to dance the tango.” Logan teased you. “ Did you actually get to do that on the trip?” 

“ Yes, of course! A little bit of watching, a little bit of dancing… What reminds me of one of the gifts I brought.`` 

It was a great distraction that bought you some time of peace, you had tons of things to show between the stuff you bought for them and what was for yourself but you wanted to display anyways. The best of all was the sculpture of a dancing couple that you got in an antiquity store for Bree, she loved it right away and you were super happy about that. Since appearances forced you to be friendly, you got Logan a pair of shoes made of argentinian leather. As you watched him receive the gift with delight, you remembered the process of finding the proper thing for him with disgust. You knew it had to be something of leather,a famous speciality of the country. The first recommendation you got in the store was a belt but you quickly refused it. 

It would have been like gifting a gun to a murderer, you knew he was an abusive bastard and Junior was taking the worst part of it. The thoughts on the hate that man made you feel dissipated for a while when the boy reacted to his presents. Two soccer shirts, one you bought in a gift shop near the stadium and another of the national team. 

“ Messi! “ Junior commented, reading the name of the worldwide popular player on the inscription in the back. He didn’t have a great knowledge of soccer, but he liked it enough to once have considered wanting to play it for fun. When it came to sports, he would have preferred soccer practices on a non professional team a thousand times over cross country racing. “ Thank you so much, I’m gonna put it on right now.” 

It wasn’t the gift that truly mattered to him, but the action of support. You knew he preferred soccer over cross country, as you also knew he preferred music over sports. Buying him a guitar would have been too much of a provocation, a hostile act towards Logan’s wishes that would make him detect you as a threat, but you thought of it so many times before. 

Junior had a wide smile on his face on the shared knowledge in the imperceptible act of rebellion, wearing the shirt like it would be a silent counterculture statement. You rushed to take a pic but Andy got ahead of you, the happiness of the boy seemed to affect him in the same way it got you. The way in which Junior hugged you, then asked him and only him to take a picture of you both together confirmed it for you. 

He was telling you that man was an ally in knowledge of the same code, also a pleased participant in the underground meaning of the act. 

You wouldn’t get much time to celebrate your small victory before the forces of order would strike again. After the individual gifts were presented you showed some other things you bought for them that were meant for the house and your collective enjoyment. Food and drinks: you displayed first a fine wine for the adults, then one of the things you were the most excited about. 

“ Dulce de Leche, I got a ton of jars for myself and I knew I just had to bring some to you. “ You sweetly explained. “ If you never tried this, it is going to blow your mind.” 

“ Thank you! ” Bree followed you. “ I should have guessed it. You have always had a sweet tooth, dear. It was a matter of time until you would be talking of the local desserts.” 

“ I plan to go back to Argentina someday and see the snowy mountains in the south of the country. People have told me that in Bariloche they have amazing chocolate and I know I’m going to lose it.” 

Your friend was sharing a few chuckles with you, but Logan managed to ruin the moment for you once more. 

“ Thanks, (y/n), but I think Junior will not be able to try this. I can’t tell for sure, but that looks like the kind of heavy calories that his competition diet doesn’t allow.” 

Your inside was burning from rage, keeping a fake smile was progressively harder. Even when that was tecnically true, a fucking teaspoon of that caramel spread wouldn’t do the kid any harm but that dick had to restrict him as an act of power. 

“ Mate has no calories, it’s just warm water on some herbs. Can he try that? “ The acid comeback came out of you before you could control yourself because you were about to explode. 

Andy knew what you were going through, he shared your frustration and he impressed you by saving you from that uncomfortable situation. 

“I’m really interested in that weird doll you told us you found at that flea market. Can I see it? You said you liked it because it was a horror movie doll kind of hideous and that sounds like my thing.” 

It was an improvised request, he had no idea of what he was doing but he wanted to get you out from there before the tension could escalate and any talk regarding dolls was a fact that his memory would fixate on enough to make a quick excuse. He knew that it would bring no questioning because it served the purpose Logan had settled for the encounter. 

As soon as you were far away from any listeners, he made you feel safe enough to vent your anger out. 

“ FUCK! I hate his guts… How can you be friends with that piece of shit?” 

" Glad to see you realized I don't share his viewpoints on parenting.. or anything in general." He confessed to you. " I have many guns and a military background. I am aware of the impression that it causes on most people, but I am not the kind of guy who supports or condones that. The kind of discipline that looks like abuse is actually abuse. " 

Andy kept surprising you for all the reasons his so-called friend wouldn't imagine. 

" Why are you here, if it's not for him?" 

" I'm not friends with him anymore, but he doesn't know that and he doesn't have to because my actual friend in this house is Junior. " He simply stated. " I'm holding on to the bond with Logan because of him, I lost any true respect for him years ago. The same can be said about Lucas, but someone has to be there for Jake and I am happy to be that person. Whenever my times allow me to travel back here I check on the boys, make sure they are alright. It is really important to me, I care about them even when I wouldn't want to keep seeing their fathers." 

Finding someone who partially shared your frustrations was so relieving.

" My goodness, that is wonderful! I'm so sorry, Andy. Part of me was doubtful about you because of absolutely shallow reasons... It's the very manly lumberjack, bear hunter like thing you have always had going on." 

It was a teasing description of something you actually found attractive. The combination of his shyness giving him a sweet charm and his masculine aesthetic was an interesting mix. 

Getting the certainty that behind that rough look there was a really sweet guy worried for the wellbeing of Junior was fascinating to you. 

" Don't worry, it has happened before and I really can't blame people for their guesses. '' Andy calmed you, then proceeded into a deeper confession. " My father passed away when I was very little and someone took advantage of that gap in my life. That man got inside my home, he told me he was my friend and for a time i believed that. It was bullshit, all he wanted was to control me and he destroyed my life. Charles is the reason why I went to the military school and even there he didn't let me be." 

You thought he was talking of an abusive stepfather pushing the military career on him in the same way Logan was pushing his goals on Junior. 

" You are nothing like him despite what he did with you and that's something of your own achievement you must celebrate. " You attempted to comfort him. " You are a wonderful guy, Andy. What you are doing for the kids is something that not many men would. My bond with Bree kept me here even from before Junior was born, but you are pretending to be friends with two men you dislike just to protect their children. " 

" Many years ago, when I lived here in Hackensack, I was looking for answers. Perhaps I was also looking for him, my abuser used to be from here and I wondered if he ever felt homesickness. All I found were more abused children, kids who need the support of an adult friend really being there for them like their fathers will never be. I guess I wanted to be that adult because I was afraid that, if it wasn't me, someone like Charles would. I don't regret it, even after moving out of town I still keep in contact because I want to keep an eye on them. Remain in their lives, know how things are going and if they need my help. " 

You hugged him and he could tell that it wasn't pitty. There was a warm feeling in your approach, it felt like a call for intimacy and you were so close that he was smelling your perfume. 

" You are so sweet, it's unbelievable. " You purred a compliment. "I am finally getting to know you for real and I am frankly amazed."

" Muchas gracias. Tu siempre me has parecido una mujer muy dulce. " He answered, the softness in his voice making you melt a bit as he was calling you a sweet woman. Admitting he had always thought that of you, making you wonder what more he kept saved. 

You were staring at each other and the tension was unbearable. It was even more intense than that time at the birthday party when your doubts about him helped you keep your sanity. 

Trying to come up with an excuse to cool things down, you picked one of the jars in your travel baggage. 

" Dulce de Leche?" You innocently offered him a try. " I only have a plastic spoon from the plane flight, but that should work just fine." 

Andy saw you struggling to get the jar opened, then kindly asked for gestural permission to do that himself. It was a classical act of service from a traditionally masculine man, almost a cliche, yet you found it adorable.

At that point, you were putting out a fire with gasoline. He allowed you to spoon feed him the first try and your eyes were on him the whole time. The sticky consistency made him lick his lips and you had to bite yours to avoid releasing a gasp to the visual. 

" Was it good?" 

" Excellent. " He confirmed for you, the heat of the moment giving him some unusual courage. " Do you want to get a taste?" 

You kissed him without hesitation. Hungrily, yet sweetly, his hands got to your hips as you caressed his hair with one hand. Only realizing what you had done while you were gasping for air, you knew then that there was no turning back from there. 

" The lumberjack thing really works for you, It's very sexy. " 

He smiled at the confession. 

" I have to say I haven't been kissed like that in a very long time, hermosa. " 

He called you beautiful in spanish and it really got you. 

" Don't do that! Not here. " You complained with frustration. " We have to go back to pretend for that horrible man and you can't distract me with your spanish accent. " 

He chuckled against your lips. 

" We are going to have to do something about this, don't you think?" 

" Absolutely, but it will have to wait. "

He agreed, but kissed you one last time anyways.

[blackxhat-archived]

Things I would probably die for:  An Emily.

[sonofsaviors]

Laying in bed, reading a book for English class, Logan heard the chirrup of his phone. Picking it up, he saw the text from Dwight and snickered at the joke.

Yeah, that was a good one. Let's see how you like this one?

[Text] Dwight [Sent]: Why are seagulls called seagulls?

[Text] Dwight [Sent]: Because if they flew over the bay, they'd be called baygulls.

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[Text] Uncle Phillip [Sent]: Awesome! I'm sure Dad and Chewy will be happy to see you! I think you're legally allowed to bring airhorns. But that's just a completely innocent suggestion. OuO Can't wait to see you again. I'll wave when I go to bat!

{ Continued from here with @sonofsaviors }

There's a grin on Dwight's face to the dumb joke. He should be used to it... And here he was falling for it each and every time.

[ TO LI'L BRO ]: And what did the ocean say to the other ocean?

[ TO LI'L BRO]: Nothing, they just waved.

That'll get him.

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Philip's considering his options... He really should spend more time with Penny and support the little nephew he's apparently accidentally added to the family...

[ TO RISING STAR]: Yeah I'll be there. I'll bring along Penny too, don't you worry. Say hi back to Chewy for me, I love that fluff ball. How loud do you want me to yell to cheer you on? I'll annoy the whole country if I have to!

[panic-at-the-fiction]

One good love song

“I’m not saying you have to lay it on the line but it is the only life you got so you should probably live it big time. “- me at 11:57 somehow high off of old coffee

Summary: In a very straightforward episode of Big Time Rush Gustavos niece comes to town with dreams of being a producer like her uncle.

Warnings: this is written like it could be a legit episode up until the ending. Like I wrote even with cuts like the show would had and all it needs is overplayed music and sound effects in the background and a singing montage. Which you can almost hear with this writing.

A/n: I drank some bad coffee a few days ago at like 10:30pm and then ranted about Big Time Rush so much that my friends questioned if I was high. But if I learned anything from that experience it’s that: one Big Time Rush works as a vaccine for depression and two I need Kendall Knight fanfiction. I found like three and they were awesome but I NEED MORE.

You wandered through the halls of the studio looking for any sign of a familiar face. You had spent so much time here as a kid but it’s changed so much that you couldn’t find anything. It didn’t help that the halls were completely empty. That was until the four boys came stumbling out of the elevators.

You could hear them coming before they even turned the corner. They stopped when they saw you standing in the hall looking lost. They quickly changed directions and ran toward you, fighting to get to you first. “Hi” they all said in unison trying to be the first to talk to the pretty new girl.

“Hi” you said, giving an awkward wave to the four boys in front of you.

“Hi I’m Logan and…”

“I’m Carlos!” He said cutting the other boy off.

“And I’m James,” he said, giving a flourish with his hands, like a model who was getting his picture taken.

The fourth boy just stood there with his hands still in his pockets staring at his friends who were doing their best to show off. He took his hand out and offered it to you “Hi I’m Kendall, and don’t worry they’ve had all their shots. They should calm down eventually.” He smiled

You just laughed awkwardly, shaking his hand. You went to respond to the boys but you looked over Kendall’s shoulder to see Kelly walking towards you with a slightly panicked look.

She grabbed your shoulders and pulled you slightly away from the boys. “Oh good, you're here and you’ve met the boys…” she said almost sarcastically. “He should be right down the hall on the left waiting for you dear.” She smiled, releasing your shoulders.

You smiled back, “thanks Kelly.” You waved bye to the boys as you walked down the hall. “It was nice meeting you guys.” They all stared dumbfounded as you walked down the hallway.

As soon as you were gone they started to bombard Kelly with questions. “Who was that?” Why was she here?” “Does she have a boyfriend?”

Kelly “lightly” slapped them on the heads with her folder. “What are you boys doing here?! Gustavo gave you a huge long list of chores, you weren’t supposed to be here today.”

“Well we finished early and decided it wouldn’t hurt to get in more practice in the studio.” Kendall said, smiling brightly. Kelly just gave him a knowing look.

“Ok we figured that Gustavo didn’t want us here today so it meant something interesting was happening today. Is she why he didn’t want us here?” Logan said, cracking under Kelly’s stare.

“Yes!” Kelly said, hitting them all again with her folder.

“Well who was she?” James asked.

Kelly sighed, “that’s (y/n) Rocque, Gustavo's niece.”

“What!?” They all said in unison.

“She lives with her mom upstate and she doesn’t visit him often so while her moms in New York for the week she’ll be staying here. She never asks to spend time like this with him so this is very important to Gustavo so don’t ruin this for him. That means don’t talk to her, don’t go near her, don’t even think about her. You understand.”

“Yes ma’am”

“Good. Now go away.” She said walking back down the hallway leaving the confused boys.

Meanwhile

You had never met them before but you knew exactly who they were. Your uncle's new boy band. They would be just like the others. He would put his heart and soul into their career and ultimately they’ll break up and break his heart. It’s one of the reasons your mom never visits him. You had heard the stories a thousand times over but you had to admit, these boys seemed different than the other bands.

You walked into his office slightly knocking on the open door to get this attention. “Hey” you said before sitting down.

“You're here early, I wasn’t expecting you till later this afternoon. I mean it’s still good to see you. I'm just surprised you wanted to come at all. But are you ready to spend time with your favorite uncle?”

“Yeah about that… I didn’t just come here to spend time with my favorite uncle. I wanted to talk to you because I want to write music. Like you do, I want to be a producer.”

“What?”

“Yeah and I was hoping that I could stay here for the summer and be like an apprentice for you and you could help me.”

“What happened to being a performer like your mom?”

“That was all her idea. I never really liked it.”

“What did your mom say when you told her this?”

“I haven’t told her yet.”

“Eeeiish”

“Yeah I was hoping that you could tell her.”

“I don’t know (y/n), your mother is a very scary woman and I don’t want to be the one to tell her that her daughter doesn’t want to follow in her footsteps. Also she HATES me!”

“Yeah but I know but I was just thinking…”

“No, (y/n) there’s no thinking here. You mother won’t like this and I can’t just keep you here the whole summer without her permission.”

You sit there silently trying to find a way around this. Then Kelly finally joined the two of you. “Sorry I took so long, how are you (y/n)? It’s been so long.” She said, giving you a small side hug.

“Not well, I want to be a music producer here like uncle Gustavo but he wont let me because he’s too scared of mom.”

“Yeah your mom is pretty scary when she doesn’t get her way.”

“You're telling me. But please I can do this, you don’t have to tell her just say I want to spend more time with you and stay here over the summer. Please.”

“Here, you have till the end of the week to write an original song and play it for me. If It’s good I’ll consider talking to your mom about it.”

“Wait, I only have a week?”

“Yes! I have written some of my best hits in less time. Like “baby girl”, “baby baby” or “be my baby girl”. You rolled your eyes, you were never one for those cheesy boy band songs.

“Fine, I'll get you your song by the end of the week. You’ll see. And it will be so awesome you’ll have no choice but to let me stay here.”

“Ok I’m looking forward to it” he said laughing.

You hurried to find a quiet place to work without your uncle around and luckily you found Palm woods park. It was just down the road from the studio and gave you the perfect place to sit and write.

With your back against a tree and your headphones on you did your best to write but you were hitting some writer's block with the song you had been working on.

You glanced up to see a figure in front of you with two drinks in his hand. “Uhh hey, you’re (y/n) right? Gustavo's niece.”

“Oh yeah I recognize you. Your part of his new boy band. Kendall, right?”

He sat down next to you by the tree and offered you the second smoothie in his hand. “Here you look like you could use this. It was for James but you look like you need it more than him.”

You smiled and took the cup from him. “Thanks.”

“So what are you working on?”

“I’m trying to prove to my uncle that I can write music and be a producer like him, but without the equipment and a proper singer I want to be able to get it done by Friday to show it to him before I leave.”

You looked over at the boy next to you and you could see the wheels turning in his head. “I think I can help you with that.”

By now it had to be close to dark and everyone had cleared out of the building. You and Kendall had snuck in before they locked up and were hiding in the janitors closet till the coast was clear. You were beginning to regret the idea of sneaking into the studio to record this song for your uncle. I didn’t help that you were trapped in the small space with the cute boy band member.

“Hey thanks for helping me with this Kendall. It means a lot.”

“Yeah of course, that’s what friends are for.” He said with an awkward amount of emphasis on friends. “I still don’t see why you just can’t tell your mom you want to write music.”

“She doesn’t understand. She raised me to have her dream, not my uncles.”

“Ok the coast is clear. Let’s go record you a hit.” He smiled and held his hand out for you. You accepted it gratefully and took off down the hallway by his side, laughing.”

You waited anxiously for your uncle's response as you played home the CD. He only stared straight at the door and listened carefully to it. You wrestled with your hands on your lap until he stopped the CD player. Kelly stood beside you and gave you a reassuring squeeze in your shoulder.

There was a long silence till your uncle finally spoke up, “I loved it.” You smiled and Kelly hugged your neck from behind. “I’m going to bring the rest of the boys in on this and have them sing it together this time with a few tweaks to the song of course. You still have a lot to learn but you surprised me with this today. Now get out of my office and tell Kendall he's in big trouble for not telling me he was helping you.”

Your uncle did his best to seem distant and cold but you could tell he was happy and you smiled and hugged for helping you.

As soon as you left the office you found Kendall waiting for you outside the door. You smiled and ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you squealed about how he loved the song. You told Kendall everything and never even noticed how you two were in each other's arms.

When you finally shut up you took a step back as you realized your position. “I’m sorry” you began to mutter out a string of apologies.

“Oh screw it,” he said before grabbing your face and bringing you back to his arms. You throw your arm back around his shoulders, leaning into him for the kiss.

He only pulled away when you both needed the air. “You get to stay here right?” He said as you caught your breath. You only nodded your head as you were speechless. He smiled, “good” he quickly brought your face back to his for another long sweet kiss.