#oc: carter

[smiledogwithanartblog]

Figured i should post some original art here. this is carter, a minor character in the bounty hunter’s story.

he’s the leader of a group of zombie former slaves that escaped from evil robot-lichs, who live in a communist spaceship and steal from the rich and give to the poor. He’s young and inexperienced, but charismatic in a pathetic way. He constantly twitches, even in his sleep, he reflexively cocks his shotgun-arm at any sudden movements. He's only the leader because he killed the main lich, they all believe in him less because of his personality but what he represents, a fluke of near perfectly created dead slave neurons that allowed a cascade of rebellion.  

Jeffery helped him a few years ago and asks for his help again because he owes him. jeffery owes everyone.

[yippeesizedifgohard]

meeting a goose

"Carter?"

"Yeah?" The boy called back. He waited a moment, only for there to not be a response. He exhaled, a little annoyed, but left his room and headed for the kitchen.

"I want you..." His brother paused, seeing him turn the corner. "I want you to meet someone. But you have to promise me some things first." Carter's eyes widened. He wasn't being sent away, was he? He thought about something he'd overheard once, a call between his brother and someone else. "He needs a father and a mother, not a brother." His brother had said.

"Carter, are you paying attention?" Oliver asked. Carter snapped back.

"Yes." He said very quickly, awkwardly taking a seat and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"I need you to promise me that you'll be gentle with my friend." Oliver said, looking right into Carter's eyes. Gentle? Carter thought, I've never hurt anybody?

"I promise." He said, despite not knowing why exactly he needed to be careful yet. He continued to fiddle with his shirt, a little anxious and confused as to what might happen.

"And, I need you to promise not to tell any of your teachers or friends about her, okay? Her name can't leave this house." Oliver kept his hands just so, propped up and weaved together on the table. Carter nodded. He could keep this a secret if it was important. Oliver glanced away for a moment before looking down at his hands and exhaling, clearly trying to steel himself. Carter just kept staring at him. "One other thing-"

"Oh, for pete's sake, Oliver!" A woman's voice called, sounding as though she were far away from the volume, but close up from other cues. Oliver's hands suddenly came up and away and Carter saw his friend- a little old woman, probably no taller than 6 inches and no younger than 50. His jaw fell slightly at the sight of her, and she chuckled lightly upon seeing him, her tail swishing gently behind her. "The boy won't do anything wrong." She turned to look at him. "Hi honey, I'm Miss Goosefoot. I'm your big brother's friend, and I thought it was time to meet you." She looked at him cordially with a kind grin. Carter, however, was still at a loss for words.

"Look, Carter, I didn't want to keep her from you for too long, especially since I knew you'd find out about her at some point, whether that be on your own time or from me-"

"Where do you live, Miss Goosefoot? Is it with us? Can I draw you?" He was suddenly so full of questions to ask her, he felt as though he might burst. The little woman came closer to him, within grabbing range, and laughed. It was now he noticed her pointy, slightly fuzzy ears.

"I do live here, Carter. I live in the walls of your home. And yes, you can draw me. I would be honored to have a portrait done." She said calmly. Carter's hands came up from the hem of his shirt and onto the table, and soon his thoughts shifted from the questions to the thought of wanting to hold her. He probably would've done so without a second thought, if not for his brother's anxious expression from across the table. So, instead, he kept his hands hovering just above the table awkwardly.

"Alright Miss Goosefoot, I think that's enough." Oliver stood up and tried to scoop her up in his palms, but Miss Goosefoot dodged quickly. He exhaled through his nose with slight annoyance. "He's not doing anything wrong." She replied to his awaiting hands, and Oliver crossed his arms against his chest.

"Carter, Miss Goosefoot is a big responsibility. She's important to our household and the community around it. You have to promise to me that you won't do anything reckless to hurt her or scare her off, alright?" Carter's eyes dropped. He wasn't that reckless, was he?

"The boy wouldn't do that." Miss Goosefoot rolled her eyes.

"I won't do anything stupid." Carter said, nodding at Oliver. He brought his hands back down to his shirt and began fiddling with the hem again. Miss Goosefoot's shoulders sagged as she exhaled, before she stood up straight again.

"Why don't you go and grab him some paper and markers, Oliver?" Miss Goosefoot asked, winking at Carter. It was clear she was being clever in some way he didn't understand quite yet. Without a word of complaint, Oliver did as he was asked and soon the room fell quiet. She looked at Carter, "Would you like to hold me?" She asked the boy, and then he knew what the wink had meant. It meant "don't worry, I'm not a kill-joy like your brother" Carter nodded furiously, his hands coming back onto the table. He set them there, unaware of what the normal procedure was.

"Hold me however you want, as long as you're gentle about it." She said, and his nerves were soothed slightly by her voice alone. She wasn't uncomfortable, or frightened, or even nervous. If she wasn't worried, then there was no reason for him to be, right? So he put his hands together and used his fingers to scoop Miss Goosefoot onto his palms. Her weight was minuscule on his hands, and he instantly felt better and more relaxed upon knowing that he would not hurt her.

"You're very nice, Miss." He commented quietly, simply admiring how small and beautiful she was. Her dress had all sorts of interesting textures, as though it had been sewn together with several different fabrics. He couldn't wait to draw it.

"Carter!" Oliver's voice was loud and Carter jumped, quickly pulling his hands away from the table, shoving Miss Goosefoot back into her spot. Oliver advanced, setting the art supplies down and looking at him, a slight anger in his twitching brows. "I told you not to hurt her!"

"I-I wasn't!" Carter said, shoving his hands back into his lap and looking away from both his brother and the tiny woman.

"He wasn't!" Miss Goosefoot said at almost exactly the same time, crossing her arms and looking at Oliver. She glared slightly at him, giving him a sort of 'mom' look. Oliver looked away from her as well, scratching the back of his neck. It was clear they would have a conversation later. "Why don't you keep working on your resume, and Carter will draw me?" She proposed after a moment or two, her smile returning when she looked at Carter. The boy smiled in return, excited to detail her out onto the paper. Oliver sighed, but nodded. Then, he ruffled Carter's hair like he always used to do.

"Be gentle, Carter." He paused, walking towards his office space. "And show me the drawing when you're done!"

[coopbella]

little chibi of my oc carter

[fawnnbinary]

some funny shirts (and shorts) I doodled today to work up to working on a comm jjdfnkefh everyone thank @devinwolfi for all the jask ones

[thing-of-all-time]

Procreate doodles yayy

[thelonelywiz]

OC: CARTER [WHAT HER NAME WASN’T]

“Are little ghost girls always this rude, or is that just a you thing?”

Species: human

Race, ethnicity & nationality: black-american

Pronouns: they/them

Gender & Sexuality: gay and nonbinary

Age: 23

Fun fact: loves cats but is allergic to most animal hair :(

Taglist: @calenhads, @thelittlestspider, comment or write in the tags if you want to be added to the taglist :D

[lovesick-joey]

youtube content in the dc universe

sequel

[rookfeatherrambles]

Realizing I REALLY like chaotic sketches. Have my OC, Carter, who's a weird undead forest guardian with plants growing inside him.

[ihateoc]

He's Fixed Now

(word count: 2,028) (shadow's friends like him)

Shadow lays on his side in bed, scrolling mindlessly on his phone while he ignores the bright sunlight pouring in through his window. It was well into the day now and the dark-haired man had no motivation to get out of bed. 

"Shadow!" Bennett bursts into the room abruptly before cocking his head in confusion, "You're still in bed?" He walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge as he prods him, "Why aren't you up yet?" 

"Because it's comfortable and I don't have anyone to kill," Shadow replies nonchalantly. He makes a show of stretching out across the sheets, grinning as he continues his little taunt, "And why should I get up when you're here to serve me breakfast?" 

Bennett raises an eyebrow knowingly, "But you've been doing that for the past few days." 

"Maybe I'm on vacation," The former mercenary retorts, the edges of his lips curving up in a smirk, "Besides, isn't that what normal people do? Take rests?" 

"Erm, okay, but you've also been kind of cranky, too..." His words trail off when he notices the look of annoyance forming on Shadow's face. 

"Am I not allowed to have mood swings?" Shadow hisses, sitting up in bed and furrowing his brow at Bennett, "You're acting like I'm a fucking robot." 

Why was Bennett being so damn naggy today? Does that mean Ren will be around soon too? Man, now there's something worth getting out of bed for. 

The softspoken man holds his hands up defensively before standing up from the bed, "Sorry, sorry. I'll leave you be," He leaves the room, closing the door behind him. 

After Bennett's retreat, Shadow lets out a long sigh, ruffling his hands through his messy black hair. There was an emptiness gnawing at him. It wasn't the lack of assignments or the thrill of the kill he missed. It was having a purpose, something to focus on. He felt lost. 

The following day, Shadow stays in bed until late in the afternoon again until there's a knock at the door. Without waiting for a response, his old friend, Carter, a skilled mercenary, enters the room wearing his usual attire of a black and red jacket, "Sorry to disturb you, sleeping beauty. But get the hell up. I need your help." 

Shadow's eyes flicker open, focusing on the familiar figure, "Carter? What the fuck do you need my help for?" He questions, a challenging smirk playing on his lips as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. 

"Need a new pair of shoes. You're coming with me. Get dressed. You have ten minutes," Carter states bluntly. Some things never change. 

"Shopping? Really?" The dark-haired man groans, but a part of him perks up with interest. It was something to do, after all, "You're lucky I'm bored," He mutters as he throws his legs over the side of his bed, striding over to his closet to get changed. 

Shadow gets ready and exits the apartment with Carter, who drags him to the mall. Fortunately, it's a relatively quiet day, something Shadow appreciates knowing how much Carter despises crowds.  

"I just need a good pair of boots that'll hold up and won't stain with blood easily," The silver-haired man explains as he walks alongside Shadow. 

"Messy kills lately?" Shadow teases, chuckling at his friend's familiar straightforwardness, "Well, looks like I'm your go-to guy for this kind of shit." 

Carter can't resist heaving a sigh, his tone laced with annoyance as he scratches the back of his neck, "Yeah, Tenchi keeps sending me on horrible jobs. That guy is a pain." 

"That's Tenchi for you. Always a goddamn pain in the ass," The former mercenary chuckles lightly, shaking his head with a small smirk curving his lips as he glances around.  

Carter's annoyance is amusing to Shadow, but he can't help but feel envious of his friend being able to whine about such trivial things while he's stuck here in an idle loop. Damn, where does this stagnant feeling fit into his new laidback lifestyle? 

"Yeah, you're lucky you're not working for him anymore. He's getting old now." 

Shadow's smile falters for a moment before it resumes its cocky charm, "I wouldn't call myself lucky, Carter. Just trying something different." 

They make their way to the shoe store, where Shadow assists Carter in finding a durable and well-fitting pair of boots. Exiting the store, Carter suggests, "Let's get lunch. I'm hungry." 

"You're always hungry," Shadow chuckles, clapping his friend's shoulder, "But you ain't hearing any complaints from me. I could eat." 

The silver-haired man sits across from Shadow at a fast-food burger place, swallowing the food in his mouth before asking, "How's Ren doing? Haven't seen her in awhile." 

Pausing briefly, Shadow's facade momentarily falling as he thinks about Ren, "She's fine," He replies, trying to keep his tone casual even as a flash of longing fills his maroon eyes, "Still the same old stubborn killer." 

"Why do you call her killer?" Carter presses him with the same deadpan tone of voice he usually uses, "Never understood that. She's not like us." 

A half-hearted laugh escapes his lips, setting his burger down on its wrapper, "You're right. She's not like us," His voice holds a hint of admiration as he continues, "She's better than us." 

Calling Ren a killer was more about him acknowledging her abilities and strength rather than attributing the title to her actions. He admits that it does feel weird hearing it from someone else's mouth. 

"Yeah, most people are," Carter remarks with a nonchalant shrug, "Bennett said you've been moping around a lot lately. Why?" 

"Moping?" Shadow scoffs, leaning back in his chair, "Bennett is full of shit," He dismisses the suggestion with a wave, though the slight shift in his aura betrays him. 

"Quit doing that stupid, stubborn, thing you always do," Carter warns him as if scolding a child, "I prefer the Shadow that never shuts the hell up. Tell me what's wrong." 

Carter always had a way of cornering Shadow into honesty. Fine, yes, he's finding this 'normal life' thing hard to adjust to, but why does everyone else have to care so much about it? 

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just..." A sigh escapes Shadow's lips as he rolls his maroon eyes. He leans forward on the table, crossing his arms over each other, "I guess... Adjusting is tougher than I thought it would be." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," He admits, looking down at the table, "I mean... I used to kill people for a living and now what? It's like everything was so clear-cut then. Hunt them, find them, end them. But now..." He shrugs one shoulder helplessly. 

Why was this so hard for him to explain? How could there be such an empty void within him despite finally having his freedom? 

"Now you have the choice to do anything you want. I guess that's pretty overwhelming for you, huh?" Carter wonders, hitting the nail on the head. 

Shadow nods, "Yeah, guess ya could say that. It's ironic in a way. I thought life would be simpler without all the bloodshed and violence but turns out it's more complicated." 

Carter shrugs casually as he reassures him, "There's no rush or anything. Just find something that makes you happy and keep doing it." 

The dark-haired man raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips, "That's some solid advice coming from you, Carter," He says teasingly before sobering up and adding a sincere, "Thanks." 

Despite his constant sarcasm, Carter really does understand him, though he never took him for a wise person. Maybe he does just need to find something he enjoys doing and focus on that instead. 

"Just remember, mercenary or not, you're an idiot." 

Shadow lets out a bark of laughter, shaking his head, "You always know exactly what to say, Carter," He retorts with an amused glint in his eyes. 

"But you're my idiot." 

His laughter dies down to a soft chuckle, a sincere smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "Now that's the sweetest thing you've said to me in... Ever," He teases, not missing how rare Carter's words were. 

The duo explore the mall for a few more hours before returning to Bennett's apartment. When they open the door, Shadow takes note of the colorful balloons and streamers that decorate the room and the group of friends who are watching him expectantly. 

"Happy birthday, Shadow!" Bennett exclaims enthusiastically. 

Shadow blinks slowly, surprise evident on his face as he takes in the situation, "Birthday? Wait, what?" He manages to sputter out before pointing at Bennett, "This isn't some sort of twisted joke, is it?" 

A birthday party? For him? He's never celebrated one before and hell, knowing when his actual birthday is would be news to him. What has gotten into these people? 

"It's not a joke," Ren reassures him as she approaches, handing him a bouquet of bright, assorted flowers while Bennett places a birthday hat on his head, "I know you don't know when your birthday is but we thought we might throw you an impromptu birthday party. To signify the start of your new life, you know?" She places a hand on his shoulder when she takes note of the look of unease on his face. 

Shadow freezes, his maroon eyes darting between the hand on his shoulder and the bouquet of flowers in his hands, "Oh, well... Uh... This is-" For once in his life, he was at a loss for words. His gaze softens as he focuses on Ren, "This is really fuckin' sweet of you guys." 

"Bennett mentioned how you were feeling down so we wanted to do something nice for you," She explains with a comforting smile. 

"Well, doll," He begins, unsure of how to respond. His voice comes out lower than usual as he searches for the right words, "I'm... I appreciate it." 

Nobody had ever done something like this for him before. Is this what it feels like to be cared about? He felt unusually warm and vulnerable. 

Ren's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before she grabs a tissue from the table and hands it over to him. That's when he realizes that there's tears streaming down his cheeks. Not out of sadness, but out of happiness. But goddamn, when was the last time he had actually cried? When he was a kid maybe? 

"Are you okay, Shadow?" She wonders, genuine concern lacing her voice. 

"Uh, shit... Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just-" He swiped at his cheeks clumsily with the tissue Ren had handed him, chuckling awkwardly, "Guess I'm not used to this kinda thing," He finally confesses. 

Carter, who was still standing behind him, pats his back comfortingly while Ren squeezes his shoulder lightly. 

"I guess you'll just have to get used to it, huh?" She muses with a teasing grin. 

Shadow lets out a strangled laugh, at a loss for how to respond, "I suppose so," He says after a moment of silence, looking back at Ren with wide eyes. 

What the hell was he supposed to say? The fact that they were genuinely excited for him was freaking him out, but in a good way. 

"Oh, um, we got you a cake too!" Bennett speaks up as he gestures to the table where the dessert reads 'Happy birthday, Shadow!', "We weren't sure which flavor you liked so we picked strawberry." 

The dark-haired man's eyes glisten at the sight of the cake. He clears his throat, trying to mask how choked up he was feeling right now, "Damn, uh, thanks, Bennett." 

"We have candles for you to blow out, too. Come on," Ren grabs his hand, leading him over to the table to sit down in front of the cake. 

Bennett lights the candles as they sing happy birthday, prompting him to blow out the candles and make a birthday wish.  

"Can't believe I'm doing this," Shadow mumbles under his breath, standing still for a moment before blowing out the candles while thinking to himself, 'If this isn't some kind of trick... Then maybe for my wish, I just want more days like this with these guys.' 

[oliviajoytaylor]

Morning

[yufei]

[wiihtigo]

ik its october but i was looking through my old folders and realized i never posted these even though i already..colored them...

family vacation but they invited guy too for some reason

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Tiny Tornado

Summary: Tyler Owens x fe!Reader -> When a tornado rips through a rodeo, you save a life you weren't expecting to have to save. Upon taking them home, Tyler comes to find out they're a Tiny Tornado.

Disclaimer: This fic does include child abandonment in the beginning, as well as damage done by tornadoes, angst. Happy ending. Slow burn romance, Wranglers being a family and the ultimate Aunties and Uncles, fluffy and funny moments, Tyler and Reader being parents. Not Proof Read.

Country music blasted over the speakers across the rodeo, different voices speaking over the lyrics as they announced which activities were about to start and when you could find them. 

Like every summer, you volunteered at the rodeo to help out with crowd control whilst the others did their part. Tyler was helping around the rodeo cowboys, talking some of them through their fear before they mounted a bull for the first time in front of the mass crowd. 

Dani, Dexter and Kate had set up a stall to provide information about their work, raise some money to help feed the families who were affected by the tornadoes that tore through homes.

Javi was on crowd control with you, helping those who were lost or in need of directions. Meanwhile, Lily and Boone were by the kids tent showing them footage of different tornadoes, explaining why they can be scary but that they don’t have to be afraid of them. 

And everything was going great until the sirens started. 

People started running, horses were set loose, bulls were either left or ushered towards their pens. Finding your fellow Wranglers, you all started directing everyone to safety whilst you all started running yourselves. 

Javi helped a four year old who had fallen into the ground, her mom thanking Javi before running along with him. Boone and Lily kept an eye on the kids as they ran towards their parents, grabbing their hands for dear life. 

However, as you ran past the stalls, colliding into Tyler, you spotted a box under the stands. 

It was moving. 

“Come on! We gotta go!”

Tyler tried to pull you with him, but your eyes remained fixed on the box. Maybe it was just the wind. 

But it wasn’t. 

Over the yelling, and the wind, and the tramping of feet, you heard a scream. 

A baby’s cry. 

Breaking free from Tyler’s grasp, you heard him yell for you but you remained focused on the box under the stands. Why was there a baby in a box? Had someone left them? Who would leave a baby in the middle of a rodeo?

Feeling your hand slip from his, Tyler turned and called your name but you ignored him. He tried to run after you, only to be cut off by a horse. 

“Whoa!”

He slipped in the grass but managed to regain his balance just as you came to a stop by a cardboard box. 

The sirens were getting louder, and so was the wind. You didn’t have much time. 

“Y/n! Come on! We’ve got to-”

Tyler stopped talking as he saw what you lifted from the box. Was it what he thought it was?

He didn’t have long to think because in the distance he could see a growing dark cloud, ready to tear everything from the ground. 

“Y/n!”

Finally you looked up and ran towards him. Holding the baby to your chest, he placed an arm around you, both of you ducking as something came flying behind you. 

“Come on, we need to get somewhere safe.”

And you did. 

Reaching a mechanics garage, Tyler looked behind him finding people either running towards their cars. He yelled but they didn’t hear him. 

The tornado was only getting closer. 

So he ran. 

Running and letting the door close, he ran into the pit before crouching beside you. 

You lowered the baby from your chest to take a look at them. They were wrapped in a sage green baby blanket, a note clipped to it which you were yet to look at. 

“Can’t be more than five months.”

“How can someone leave a baby alone like that?”

With a loud crashing sound, you cradled the baby as Tyler turned his body towards you, covering you from the noise. 

The baby cried out and all you could do was wrap the blanket tighter around them and try to cover their ears with your hand. 

“It’s okay, it’ll be over soon.” You heard Tyler say. 

Around you, there were kids no more than seven, cradling themselves into their parents. Some were crying, their parents comforting them; others were trying their best to be brave and seeing Tyler – the Youtube famous Tornado Wrangler – made them braver. Especially when they heard him say it would be over soon. 

From the back, one of the children stood up, shouting out for their mom. Standing, Lily ran towards the back and sat down with the kid. 

“It’s okay, we’ll find your mom. But we need to stay down, okay?” A loud crash came through the top of the garage and Lily covered the child as best as she could. 

You didn’t know how long it lasted. The wind just seemed to get louder and louder, more things flew in and out of the garage before finally the noise stopped. 

Everyone stayed down for a few minutes before standing, Kate and Javi moved to check outside before coming back and helping people up and back outside. 

Most places were trashed. Tents were blown across the field, food scraps melted in with the mud and dirt, and plenty of trucks and cars had been spun and flipped around the place. 

But you still held a baby in your arms. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. We’re safe now. You’re safe.” 

It took a moment but you finally managed to settle the baby before Javi walked over to check on you. “Is that a baby?”

You nodded. “Someone left them in a box. If I hadn’t spotted it…”

Javi placed an arm around you. “Maybe we can find someone. I’ll go with you.”

After three hours and two different phone calls being made to social services and a ton of others being made to local foster homes – most of which had been hit by the tornado, too – you were in the passenger seat of Tyler’s truck as they drove back to Kate’s farm. 

She’d left not long after helping people out of the garage; fearful the tornado would take a turn and head towards her mom. 

The others stayed to help whilst Tyler took you back. He’d resupply and head back once he knew you were okay. 

“Have you read the note yet?”

You shook your head, plucking it from the blanket. “Who can just leave a baby like that? In the middle of a rodeo? What if I hadn’t spotted it? What if-”

“You can’t torture yourself with what if’s. You found ‘em. That’s what matters.”

You took a breath and looked down at the baby in front of you, sound asleep. So innocent, so tiny in comparison to the rest of the world. 

Looking at the paper, you read the cover. 

I’m Sorry.

Flipping it open, you read the short letter out loud. 

To whoever finds her, 

With everyone at the rodeo, I know she’ll be safe. It’s my hope one good family will take her in. I thought I could help her, but I can’t. Maybe you can. 

Please keep her safe 

Tyler looked over at you from where he sat. “What? No name?”

You shook your head. “Apparently not.”

“Is her birth registered?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “No idea.”

“Then we should name her.”

You looked at Tyler. “Can we even do that?”

“We can’t just keep calling her ‘her’, can we?”

“No, I suppose not.” Looking down as the sleeping baby in your arms, you spoke out loud. “What is your name, little one?”

As Tyler pulled into the driveway, he hopped out and rounded the truck to help you out as Kate and Cathy came to the front door. 

“Oh, the poor thing. Kate told me. I’ve set up a cot in the attic room. It’s the warmest room in the house.”

“Thanks, Cathy.”

“What did the cops say?”

Cathy followed you up the stairs, Kate going out to help Tyler load up the truck with fresh supplies. 

“That she has to stay with me for a few days until social services get in contact. Most homes have been taken out in the storm so there’s no-one to take her. And I didn’t like the idea of not knowing what’s going to happen.”

Cathy nodded. “I would have done the same thing. Do you know what you’re doing?”

You sighed. “Not really. I’ve never exactly found a baby in the middle of a tornado before.”

Cathy just graced you with a warm smile. “We’ll all help out. This kid won’t have to worry about anything.”

It wasn’t until just after two in the morning that everyone came back, instantly crashing into their beds. But Tyler waited. 

“She’s up in the attic.”

“Thank you.”

You heard Tyler’s footsteps walking down the hall before the door clicked open. “I’m still awake. It’s okay. Come on in.”

He slipped his boots off by the door before closing it behind him. 

“How is everyone?”

“Tired.” Tyler answered truthfully. “How are you?”

Tyler stood beside the crib where your hand was in between the bars, holding onto the baby’s hand. Gently, Tyler lifted up the blanket that had dipped a little before laying his finger in the baby’s other hand. 

Almost instantly, their fingers curled around his finger. Her head turned towards him before she sighed constantly and relaxed again. 

“I think she likes you.” You smiled at Tyler from where you lay in bed. 

Tyler couldn’t help but smile as he looked back at the baby. “Not a care in the world. Have you thought of a name yet?”

You shook your head. “Not yet. I was hoping the others could help. Cathy says she has a baby book somewhere filled with names.”

Slowly, making sure not to hit the creaky parts of the floor, he walked to the other side of the bed and lay on top of the covers with you. 

“We’ll find a name.”

It was laying in the silence, hearing the content snores from the baby, that sent you and Tyler into a deep sleep. When you woke up, your hand was back on your bed and the baby was no longer in her crib. 

For a moment, you panicked. Until you saw Tyler stood by the dresser, talking quietly to her. 

“You’re lucky I know how to do this, or else I’d be asking Boone for help and as much as he’s my best friend, he’s not the person I’d want to ask.” Tyler said to her. “You know, he once did a backflip off the top of my truck. Yeah, just did it. Right there. And as cool as it was, I did think we were about to end up in the ER. Point is – don’t follow Boone’s idea of backflipping off a truck. It’s very dangerous.”

Clasping the baby grow shut, Tyler placed the dirty diaper into a diaper bag and threw it into the lined trash can beside him with the other diaper wipes. 

Then you saw an image that your ovaries would never let you forget. 

A freshly washed Tyler dressed in a clean white t-shirt and jeans, lifting up a baby before holding her against his chest and walking around the small floor before taking her to the window, showing her the view. 

“You’re a natural.”

Tyler turned his head and looked at you before smiling. “Hey, you’re awake. How’d you sleep?”

You nodded. “Pretty good. How long have you been up?”

“Only about an hour. She woke up like thirty minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

Twenty minutes later, you showered yourself and got dressed before meeting Tyler downstairs where Cathy was teaching him how to properly burp her. 

Of course, everyone had a thousand questions so once the understandable questions were cleared up, you were all sat in the living room, the baby on Kate’s knee, going over baby names. 

“I never knew so much went into naming a baby.”

Cathy nodded. “It sets them up for the rest of their lives. God knows it took me long enough to choose Kate’s.”

“Really?” She asked. 

Cathy nodded. “Your dad and I vetoed a lot of names in the beginning. It wasn’t until the midwife came running up our driveway after her shift had finished that I decided on a name.”

Dexter flipped through the book before offering up a name. Nobody agreed on it. 

It wasn’t until after an entire day of going through baby names, different meanings, past relationships with the different names – some good, some bad – that a name was found. 

Despite having napped, eaten, burped and a fresh diaper, she just wouldn’t settle. Until Dexter took her outside to look up at the stars in the sky. 

By the time you walked out onto the porch, standing beside Tyler, Dexter was pointing up at the different constellations and explaining each one and what they meant. 

“I don’t know how he does it, but he’d settled her.”

“It’s because he’s calming,” you said. “If anyone was going to be calm enough to settle her, it would be Dex.”

Tyler smiled. “Any word from the social?”

You shook your head as you shoved your hands into your back pockets. “Not yet. They’re looking for a home but, in the meantime, she’s stuck with us. They’re sending out a social worker tomorrow to come and look at the place to make sure she’s not in any immediate danger with us.”

Tyler nodded. “We still need to find her a name.”

You sighed. “I know.”

Looking back out to Dexter and the baby, you leaned your head against Tyler’s shoulder.

“And no matter where you are in the world, you can just look up at the sky and know we’re looking at the same one.” Dexter told her. “I don’t know how long you’re gonna be with us, kiddo. But…if you remember us, or need some help, there’s a chance the stars will be able to show you.”

As Dexter looked up into the sky and back down to the baby, the stars reflecting in her eyes, something hit him. 

He turned around quickly. “SKYE!”

You and Tyler stood tall and looked at each other before looking back. “What?”

Dexter walked over to you both. “Skye. Her name. We could call her Skye.”

You and Tyler looked at each other before looking down at the baby. “Do you like that name?”

She definitely looked like a Skye. And by the happy babble she gave, she seemed to agree. 

Tyler looked at you. “Skye it is, then. Guys! Come out here!”

Following one by one, they all appeared on the porch. “Dexter’s found her name.”

They all looked at him, hopeful. 

“Skye.”

They all gave an ‘aww’. “Skye. Hi, Skye.”

Beside Tyler, Boone almost collapsed. “Man, I tell you. Choosing a baby name is hard.”

Tyler chuckled. “Maybe you can find another way to use those post-it notes.”

So, finally she had a name. 

All she needed was a home. 

But from the social worker’s inspection, she had already found one. 

She came over three times in the space of two weeks, surprising everyone each time. But each time, her report came out better than the last until she made you an offer. 

“Now, we can take her into foster care. There are a few homes a couple towns over but there’s no guarantee for adoption. Between the recent tornadoes and the cost of living recently, the cost of taking in a baby this young…it’s rare we’re gonna find a couple willing to take her in permanently. But, myself and my colleagues do believe the best place for Skye is here.”

You couldn’t deny you hadn’t grown attached to her. Nobody could. You’d all found a new routine that easily fitted around her, and deep down, none of you wanted it any other way. But was a Tornado family truly the best place?

“If you didn’t already have a home base, we wouldn’t have considered it so quickly. But…” The social worker looked around. “You’ve got a good home here. Space for her to run around, plenty of people willing to help. So, if any of you would, in fact, wish to take Skye on permanently, I can help you do so.”

With Skye in your arms, you looked around at the rest of the Wranglers. They’d all been in tears for the last two days, figuring out how to say goodbye to her since you’d all been under the belief the social worker was getting ready to take her away. 

“I…”

You looked at Tyler and the others. Then Lily leaned forward. “Can we talk about it, first?”

The social worker nodded. “Of course. This isn’t a light decision to be made. And it doesn’t have to be right away, but until you do make a decision, Skye will be taken into a foster home.”

Then Cathy stood. “It’s your decision. If you choose to keep her…her room is already set up.” Once more, she graced you with a warm smile before inviting the social worker into the kitchen for a drink. Then everyone took a seat. 

“It’s a big decision.”

“Are we sure tornado wrangling is the place for a kid?”

“It’s not like we’d be taking her with us into a tornado.”

“We can all split the duties.”

“But if we keep her, one of us is going to have to adopt her. We can’t all be on the birth certificate.”

“Do we even know what we’re doing? Shouldn’t she be with a less adrenaline driven family?”

“They do say kids have less allergies growing up on a farm. They have more compassion and understanding of the world.”

“And we can help her with her homework.”

“Two of my childhood friends are now teachers at our old school.” Kate mentioned. “So it’s a good school district.”

It was another ten minutes of similar discussions until eventually Dani spoke up. 

“You guys know what we’re doing?”

The other’s didn’t seem to catch on to what they were doing. But you did. 

Looking down at the sleepy baby in your arms, you felt yourself smile. “We’re planning our lives with her. I can’t imagine a life without her.”

“Neither can I.” Lily leaned over, stroking Skye’s arm. 

“Neither can I.” Boone joined, leaning over the back of the sofa. 

Dani was in agreement, then Javi, Kate, Dexter and finally Tyler. 

Crouching on the floor in front of you, Tyler looked at you. “So, we’re doing this?”

You both looked around at the others, them looking back. 

“We’re doing this.”

~~~~~~

The sun had been beating down all day. Yourself and the Wranglers had managed to chase the third EF-2 of the week and were finally putting the data through its paces. And just as the hum of the barn wrapped around you all for the second time that hour, you heard a familiar set of giggles. 

“Momma!” 

Skye giggled and shrieked as she looked behind her before running through the barn and towards you. Sliding away from your desk, you opened your arms and she jumped into them as quickly as she could. 

“Quick, you’ve gotta hide me.”

“Hide you? Why?”

Then you heard Boone’s voice from outside the barn door. “I’m the big, scary monster.”

Skye shrieked again before she wiggled from your grasp and hid under your desk. As you looked at her, she placed her finger against her lips and you nodded before you rolled your chair back towards your desk. 

Boone continued his act of being the big scary monster, calling out for his new best friend he was playing hide and seek with. 

“I’m sorry Mr Monster, I haven’t seen Skye anywhere.”

Boone pouted. “Mr Monster’s sad. He can’t find his best friend.”

Then from under Kate’s desk, Skye ran out and around. “I’m here!”

“Best friend!” 

Boone scooped her up into his arms, her giggles filling the entire barn. You’d never get tired of hearing her laugh. 

“Do I hear a Tiny Tornado in here?”

Skye leaned up high and gasped. “Let me down, let me down.”

Boone set her on her feet. “There you go, kid.”

“Yay!”

Running directly back down to the barn doors, Tyler dropped the pile of rope he was carrying over his shoulder, to the ground beside him. As Skye reached him, he bent down before he lifted her into the air, and he swung her back into his arms. 

“How’s your day been, kiddo?”

“Aun’y Cathy teached me to ride a ‘orse.”

“Taught!” You called out to Skye.

Tyler nodded. “Your mom’s right. She taught you to ride a horse.”

“She taught me to ‘ide and ‘orse.”

Tyler smiled. “Did you enjoy it?”

Skye nodded. “She promised to show me tomorrow.”

Tyler smiled, “Well, in that case, you’re gonna need your own hat.”

From your desk, you watched as Tyler set Skye onto her feet before he reached for something just outside the barn doors. Then, with one knee on the floor, Tyler pulled her to stand a little closer. 

“This right ‘ere. This was my first cowboy hat.”

Skye’s eyes lit up. You could all see her practically vibrating on the spot as she gasped and tried to stay still. 

“And since Cathy tells me you did such a good job with the horses today, I think it’s only right you get your own.”

“Really?”

Tyler nodded. “‘Course, kiddo.”

“So, Boone, you recording this?” Tyler turned back to Skye. “S’ not everyday a girl gets ‘er first hat.”

Boone pressed record as everyone came and stood around her, Dani and Kate giving their own rendition of a crowning ceremony theme. 

And once the hat hit her head, Skye’s eyes kept looking up at it. 

“What’d ya think, Momma?” 

Skye turned to you, her eyes begging the same question Tyler just asked. And you could help but just smile. 

“I think you look wonderful, little one.”

Skye started smiling even wider than before and jumping up and down before nearly knocking Tyler over with how tightly she hugged him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo.”

“Baby, you wanna go and show Cathy?”

Skye stood back and nodded. “Can I?”

You and Tyler nodded and with a hand on the top of her hat, she ran out of the barn and down the field towards Cathy. 

“Thank you for doing that with her, Ty.”

Tyler just smiled. “She’s my Tiny Tornado.”

“You know, she’s not gonna wanna ever take it off.”

And it was true. Skye wore it whenever she could. Running through the fields, eating her dinner, taking a bath; she did try and keep it on when getting dressed, but it got knocked off her head a few times.

The only time she took it off was when she saw Tyler take his own off when he hung it by the door. Coming down the stairs, you saw two cowboy hats hanging by the door and it made your heart melt. 

And it only melted even more when you walked onto the back porch and found Skye cuddled up and falling fast asleep on Tyler’s chest. 

An image like that one was one that you loved to see. It happened almost every night. Tyler was the one she would fall asleep on. Sometimes it would be in Lily’s lap when she played with her hair or when Dexter would tell her all about the stars. 

Skye would fight sleep when she was learning but eventually sleep would win. 

And she’d only fall deeper into sleep when Tyler began to lightly swing the porch seat. 

“Can you believe she’s almost four?” You asked Tyler later that evening as you both folded what was left of the bed sheets and clothes. The others had long since gone to bed. 

It was like that most nights; you and Tyler the last to go to bed. 

Tyler shook his head. “Feels like only yesterday we registered her birth.”

“Before we know it, she’ll be off to college.”

Tyler chuckled. “We’ve still got years before that happens, but…I know what you mean. She’s growing up.”

“She’s learning how to ride a horse. Before we know it, she’ll be taming a tornado.”

Tyler smiled. “I don’t call her a Tiny Tornado for nothing.”

You smiled at a memory. “Did you see she hung her hat up, same as you?”

Tyler shook his head and disappeared into the hallway before coming back. “I think that’s officially the cutest thing I’ve seen today.”

“I know you’re not down on her birth certificate, but…you are her dad, Tyler.” You told him. “She loves you like one, and I know you love her as a daughter. I��I just wanted to tell you that.”

Tyler smiled. “Thank you.”

Forcing your gaze away from his, you looked back to the freshly folded clothes. “We should get to bed. God only knows what time that kid’ll wake up to be outside with Cathy and the horses.”

Tyler chuckled, “You’re right. Goodnight.”

“Night, Ty.”

Tyler watched as you climbed the stairs with the washing basket of freshly folded clothes and he waited until he heard your door click shut before he made his rounds around the house, locking the place up. 

And as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he wondered if he would ever be brave enough to tell you the truth about his feelings. 

But apparently, the Tiny Tornado had enough courage to do that for the both of you. 

It was a few weeks later, sitting at the breakfast table that Skye asked a question that nobody had been expecting. 

“What’s a romance?”

Swinging her legs over the edge of the table chair as she waited on her cereal, Skye didn’t know what kind of bomb she was about to drop. 

“Why do you wanna know, kiddo?” Dani asked as she handed Skye her bowl of coco pops. 

Skye just shrugged. “That’s what Boone called my princess book.”

“Well, it’s not a bad thing.” Lily assured the little girl. “In fact, it’s something really, really good.”

“Is it?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

As Tyler placed his plate down on the table, he sat down beside Skye. “And there isn’t just one kind, either.”

“There isn’t?”

Javi chuckled from where he was leaning against the dishwasher. “Maybe you wanna explain what a romance is first, before you tell her there’s more than one.”

And so they did. 

“It’s when two people meet in a story and they fall in love. So, like with Cinderella. You know how she meets Prince Charming but he doesn’t know who she is until she puts on the glass slipper and then they live happily ever after?”

Skye nodded at Cathy. 

“Well, that’s a romance. It’s when two people fall in love and live happily ever after.”

For a moment, you felt a pair of eyes fall on you, but when you looked up, he was looking back at Skye. 

“But there’s more than one?”

Crouching beside her, Dani explained. “You know how Dexter has all those books in the back of his camper?”

Skye nodded. 

“Well, think of a romance like them. Each one has a different story.”

“Like Disney Princesses?”

Dani nodded. “Exactly like Disney Princesses. Sometimes they don’t know who the other person is until the big reveal, sometimes they’re childhood friends who fall in love when they meet again, sometimes they’re mortal enemies and think they don’t like each other until something makes them realise they don’t hate that person anymore.”

“Ooh, like Princess Diaries!” 

Everyone, including Skye, turned and looked at Javi. 

“What? It’s a good film.”

“Are there any other romances?”

Dani nodded. “Sure there is. Umm…”

Dani looked around the kitchen for help. 

“Sometimes they’re soulmates who fall in love in every universe.” Skye gave a confused look, so Lily added; “Like the stories in the stars.”

“It can be love at first sight,” you told Skye. 

“Sometimes they can be best friends and not realise they’re in love, even though everyone else can see it.” Cathy mentioned. 

Then Skye dropped a tornado that was far too extreme to deal with at eight in the morning. 

“Oh, like Momma and Tyler.”

The entire kitchen went silent. Javi, mid chew, looked over at Tyler who was turning redder by the minute as he looked at you by the stove, standing incredibly still. 

Skye looked around, a little confused about what she had said. “What? What is it?”

You turned and looked at your daughter, speaking to her just as Tyler did. 

“Nothing, honey-”

Just as you and Tyler locked eyes, the tension sparking from both of you, Boone barrelled through the back door with Dexter not too far behind him. 

“Told you I could run it quicker, man.”

“A car is still faster.” Dexter told Boone. 

Then they looked around, noticing the sheepish looks on everyone’s faces. 

“Hey, what happened here?” Boone asked. 

Lily stood, coming to your rescue. “Nothing. Did you get the-” She looked inside the brown paper bag. “YES! Waffles!”

As commotion started up in the kitchen again, Skye looked up at you from her seat as you handed her a spoon. “Momma, did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, baby.” Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, you sneaked a glance over at Tyler before forcing a smile back on your face to look at Skye. 

“Eat up, honey. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”

“Okay, Momma.”

For the rest of the day, you and Tyler avoided each other. Cathy apologised to both of you for having given the example in the first place, but she made sure to tell you she thought Skye was right. 

“You’ve been pining after her for years.” Cathy told Tyler as he lifted another hay bale onto the back of the truck. 

“We work together, Cathy. Nothing can happen there.”

“The hell it can’t.” Tyler looked at her. “Tyler, you and Y/n have been practically raising a kid together for almost four years. From day one of you getting here, I’ve seen how you look at her. And I know the others agree with me.”

Tyler stood tall. “How do the other’s know?”

Cathy just gave him a look. 

“Either way, the kid is right. You’re both in love with each other, you’re both just too chicken to do something about it.”

Cathy gave a similar speech to you, too, when you came to check on Skye at the stables. 

“And if you’re about to tell me you’re worried about Skye, don’t. Whether his name is on her birth certificate or not; whether she calls him dad or not. He is her dad. She is his daughter. Nothing will ever change that. Ever.”

With a short sigh, you looked out into the field where Skye was carrying a small bucket of water around to each of the garden plots. 

Similar conversations were had throughout the day until the late afternoon rolled in and Tyler and you had to awkward dance-shuffle around each other to get in and out of the house whilst trying to avoid all sense of eye contact, but giving plenty when the other wasn’t looking. 

Unbeknownst to both yourself and Tyler, Skye was standing on the fence bars with Kate. 

The kid sighed heavily. “They’re always like that.”

“You’ve only been here for four years, kid. Imagine being here seven.”

Skye gasped. “Seven?” She tried to count that on her fingers quickly, but needed Kate’s help. Skye gasped again. “That’s bigger than me.”

Kate hummed as she nodded. 

“Is this like one of the romances from before?” Skye sounded out. 

Kate nodded. “I’m afraid so, kiddo. I’m afraid so.”

And unbeknownst to Kate at that moment, Skye was hatching a plan. But she needed her best friend’s help. 

“Can you help me down?”

“‘Course, honey. Ready, three, two, one, jump.” 

“Weeeee.” Holding onto her securely, Kate lifted Skey from the bars and set her down on the ground beside her. 

“Thanks, Kate.”

“Be careful, honey!”

“I will!”

Less than five minutes later she burst through the barn doors and ran towards Boone, yelling out his name over and over again. 

“Slow your roll there, kiddo.”

“I need your help, now, come on.” She tugged Boone’s hand until he was stood up. “Come on, come on, come on.”

Skye dragged him towards the carrot beds before laying on the dirt, telling him to join her. And so they hatched a plan. 

“You’re a genius, Skye.”

“What’s a gen…gen..igus?”

“Genius.” Boone smiled. “It’s like a crazy smart person.”

“Oh, cool.”

High fiving, they got to work. Everyone had their orders to be in bed early. They couldn’t know why, but they all agreed. And Skye’s plan of laying in the dirt worked because the minute she came running through the back door, you caught her mid run. 

“Where do you think you’re going, little miss?”

Skye smiled like butter wouldn’t melt. “To the table.”

“Covered in muck? What have you been doing? Rolling in the muck? Come on, bathroom.”

You ran Skye a bath before shoving her dirty clothes into the washing machine with the rest of the dirty laundry. Twenty minutes later, the mud Skye had collected on her person was washed down the drain and she was in a fresh pair of pajamas. 

The rest of the night ran smoothly enough. Dinner was made and eaten, updates were shared about work, and Skye had asked Tyler to read her a bedtime story. 

He read two stories before she began falling asleep beside him so sitting up, he laid her down under her covers before tucking her in. 

And just as he shut the book and laid it on her nightstand, he opened her eyes and looked at Tyler. 

“Do you love Momma?”

Tyler felt his cheeks heat. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“But do you love her? Like in the stories?”

Tyler looked at his daughter. “What’s got you so interested all of a sudden?”

“Lily told me what soulmates means.”

“Did she now?”

Skye nodded. “That’s you and Momma.”

“Skye-”

“Do you love her?”

Looking at Skye, Tyler felt his heart tug inside of his chest. He couldn’t lie to her. 

“More than she’ll ever know. More than I’ll ever be able to tell her.” Tyler admitted, unaware of the presence just outside the door. 

“I think you should tell her.”

The corner of Tyler’s mouth curved into a smile. “Do you now?”

Yawning, Skye nodded. But then Tyler sighed. “It’s not that simple, honey.”

“But what if she floats away like Mary?”

Tyler’s brows furrowed. “Mary?”

“Poppins. Burt never got to tell her he loved her.”

Tyler chuckled. “Skye, your mom isn’t going to float away. Now, close your eyes and get some sleep.”

Leaning over, Tyler kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight, my Tiny Tornado.”

Then he flicked the lamp off; only Skye wasn’t finished. 

“If you love her, you should tell her.”

In the moonlight darkness, Tyler saw the look his daughter was giving him. She was pleading with him. 

And if a four year old could see it and say it…

He leaned back down and kissed her head. “Go to sleep. We’ll see you in the morning. I love you.”

Skye yawned. “I love you, too. Goodnight, daddy.”

It wasn’t the first time Skye had called him that. Usually it happened in moments like this, where she was really tired and already half awake and half asleep. But it made his heart soar out of his chest all the same. 

Quietly leaving the room, he closed the door behind him and waited there for a moment. The lights were off around most of the house since everyone had gone to bed once Skye had said she was. 

But one light was still on. 

And he knew who it belonged to. 

Walking down the hallway, Tyler waited by the edge of the hallway for a moment, just watching you fold some more fresh laundry whilst he prepared what he was going to say. 

“Hey.” 

That seemed like a good start. 

You looked up, a little startled. “Hey. She asleep?”

Tyler nodded and walked further into the living room before taking a seat on the arm of the chair, pulling a few items from the laundry pile to fold. 

A slightly awkward silence settled over you both for a moment. 

“Listen, about this morning-”

“She was right.” Tyler said, looking at you. “Skye was right. This morning, she was right. With everything that she said.”

“Tyler-”

He stood up. “No, just. Just wait. Please. Let…let me get this out? And then if you want me to leave and never talk about it again, I will.” You couldn’t speak so you just nodded and listened as he continued. “Skye was right. I am in love with you. I have always been in love with you. I think I always will be. I know there’s a lot to consider; work, home and, most importantly, Skye. But if…” Tyler took a breath. “If there’s any part of you that feels the same…I think we should do something about it.”

“Finally taking our daughter’s advice?”

Tyler was shocked but a small smile came to your face. “I wasn’t spying or anything. I was walking down the hall and I heard Skye and…thinking about it, maybe I was spying.”

Tyler chuckled. 

“But you’re right.” You told him. “You’re both right. I don’t know when my feelings changed for you, but I know what I feel today, what I feel when I see you with Skye, and what I feel when you look at me. I’m in love with you, too, Tyler.”

“You are?” You nodded. “You’re not just saying-”

You shook your head. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth.”

So, standing in the middle of the dimly lit living room, you and Tyler looked at each other. One of his hands in yours, your other resting on his wrist as he pushed his hand under your hair to cup your cheek.  

“Kiss her.”

The small and familiar voice made both of you and Tyler turn to look at the corridor. Skye stood, trying her best to hide, behind the lamp and the table it sat on. 

Tyler looked back at you with a smile which you both shared. 

“Can’t go against orders, can we?”

You shook your head. “No, we can’t.”

Finally feeling him kiss you was like a thousand dreams were shattering, only to be replaced with the fact that the reality of Tyler was much better than the fantasy you’d granted yourself. 

And, as it turned out, having you and Tyler finally grant yourselves permission to be open about your feelings for one another didn’t change much in terms of routine, save for a few more morning kisses before breakfast and quick pecks to the lips or cheek throughout the day when passing each other. 

It was definitely no surprise how Skye had come to the conclusion that you and Tyler were in love before you’d both admitted it to yourselves. 

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now see them growing..... fun oc drawings inspired by this post i saw from @feliville!

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I spy two Glass Animals bangers in there... Carter and Bo in Youth!

they're siblings, your honor

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Doodles and stuff and noelle's 🌈