#so i get way happier when going in my nest at my dad's

[r4inbowv0lt]

god gives his toughest battles (going to sleep on time) to his weakest soldiers (ME)

[oliversrarebooks]

we'll make great pets

This bit of pet whump was partially inspired by Stray by @sowhumpshaped and by my innate desire to write protagonists who are kind of assholes.

tw: pet whump, dehumanization, brainwashing, involuntary drugging, captivity, abuse, dystopia, whumper turned whumpee

"Morning, Scout," said Max in a groggy mumble as he ruffled his pet's hair. His pet looked up at him with adoring eyes, as always. It was curled up safe and warm in its nest under a pile of weighted and woolen blankets, and Max couldn't help but be momentarily jealous. He'd love to slide back into his warm bed, but the driver would be here soon and his dad would kill him if he kept skipping out on his stupid business classes. 

Pets didn't have to worry about any of that. They didn't have to worry about boring-ass college lectures or overdue papers or their parents riding their ass about the family legacy. All they had to do was eat, sleep, and obey their masters. Must be nice, in a way.

"Here, I brought you breakfast." As Scout sat up, yawning adorably and rubbing the sleep out of its eyes, Max tossed it a breakfast packet in one of its favorite flavors, egg and cheese. Max always bought it the good stuff, premium pet food with lots of protein and all-natural, high quality ingredients. His pet ate as good as he did, most days. Scout happily slurped up the food as Max refilled its water bottle and dumped its pills out into his hand. 

"Down the hatch, boy," he said, popping the pills into his pet's mouth and quickly following it up with the water bottle before it could spit the pills out. Scout was well-behaved, having come from one of the finest pet facilities on the Eastern seaboard, but it was sometimes a little fussy about its pills. Max's dad used to slap and yell at the poor thing as though it were capable of knowing better. It had been a lot happier since accompanying Max to college, several hours away from his parents. So had Max.

With his pet all settled, Max turned to his closet to dress himself. Half his clothes lay in a pile on the floor where he'd tossed them aside, dissatisfied, the other day. The housekeeper wouldn't be coming until tomorrow so he'd just have to live with that. "I can't believe how trash all these clothes are. I gotta go shopping. Don't you think so, Scout?"

Scout nodded from his bed.

"Exactly. You get it. Just don't tell Dad how much I've been spending. It's our little secret, okay?" He ruffled Scout's hair as it laughed softly. Scout rarely ever spoke, much less gave up any of Max's secrets. It was a bad habit of Max's to talk to Scout as if it were a person, especially when no one else was around. Scout had been a birthday present for Max's seventh birthday, back when he'd been his parents' great hope instead of their great disappointment, and he couldn't help spoiling it a bit.

Max finally settled on a 90s inspired outfit with a bold floral print, paired with chunky jewelry and an oversized watch. He admired himself in the mirror, slicking back his hair and appreciating his flashy fashion sense.

The next thing was to delve into Scout's clothes to find something complementary. Scout's wardrobe was nearly as large as Max's, and far less constrained, since no one expected a pet to be dressed in the latest designer fashion. Max was free to outfit it in thrift store finds and homemade altered goods, soaking up the compliments he received on his picture perfect pet. 

Fashion was his passion, after all. His parents just didn't get it.

His phone was buzzing insistently by the time he finished up with Scout, and so he grabbed a granola bar, clasped Scout's leash on, and dashed out the door to the driver. Scout lay its head in Max's lap in the backseat of the black SUV as Max checked his schedule for the day. He groaned and suppressed the urge to fling his phone out the window when he saw his entire morning would be filled with Economics 300 and Business Negotiations II. 

Screw it, he'd just sleep through those. He could scrape a C no matter what he did, and Cs got degrees.

In the afternoon he had -- ugh, he'd forgotten that mandatory pet testing was today. It was required each year from everyone between the ages of sixteen and twenty-four, designed to make sure the pets occurring naturally in the human population were found and given appropriate treatment. It was, of course, trivially easy to pass if you were a person, but it was over three hours long and insanely dull.

Max had always passed with flying colors, of course. It was ludicrous to even test the heir and scion of the Parkington Corporation, as if he could be a pet, but it was federal law and apparently not possible to buy his way out of it. 

His little brother, the obnoxiously hardworking golden child who could do no wrong in their mother's eyes, had passed his first pet test just last week, and of course their mother had thrown a disproportionate celebration. Max never got a cake and presents for something as silly as passing a pet test, that was for sure, but darling little Robbie was a genius no matter what he did.

Like it was so hard to prove that you're human.

A soft noise stirred Max out of his thoughts. Scout was looking up at him with a concerned expression. "It's all right, boy," Max soothed, running his fingers through his pet's silky hair. "Just gonna be a crap day. You don't have anything to worry about."

The car pulled up to the main building of McKinnon University, just a few blocks away from the Parkington Building her family had donated a few generations back. Fifteen minutes and one purchase of an enormous latte later, Max was dropping off Scout at one of the university's pet lounges. Pets weren't allowed in educational settings, of course, as too much mental stimulation was bad for them. It was a shame, as Max always found it easier to focus with Scout curled at his feet.

"Be a good boy, Scout," he said, ruffling its hair and handing it its favorite plush cow. "I'll be back soon."

Scout leaned into the touch with a dazed smile on its face. Its morning pills always made it drowsy, so Max knew it'd probably sleep most of the morning. They could go out for a walk in the park once Max was done with classes and his test, maybe play some frisbee, get some exercise.

With no small reluctance, Max left his pet behind and trudged to the lecture hall, ignoring the dirty look from the professor as he took his seat ten minutes late.

The classes seemed to drag on forever, as Max floated in and out of sleep, only catching bits and pieces of his professor's droning and powerpoint presentations before his eyes slid shut again. It didn't matter, none of this mattered. His parents' company was mostly run by the board anyway. He'd just let them handle all that shit while he built his fashion empire, his haute couture gracing celebrities at the Met Gala. Clothes that would make waves, clothes that would make people smile, clothes that would make people look good and feel good. What was even the point of being young and rich if he couldn't have fun?

Finally, Max was released from his last morning class, having learned precisely nothing. He had enough time to grab a bite to eat before the pet test, so he picked up Scout from the pet lounge and headed to a campus cafe that made a great quinoa bowl. He needed the protein and greens if he was gonna stay focused during the godawful pet test. 

Since he had a few quiet moments to himself, he pulled out his sketchbook and began drawing out some ideas for a portfolio. Seeing the pet lounge this morning had got him thinking of comfortable and basic looks -- oversized sweaters, leggings, pastels, messy bedhead. Maybe a touch of academia, too, with chunky glasses and pleated skirts. One good thing about campus was that there was never a shortage of people and clothes to draw.

"Hey, Maxie!" Nathan was calling him from clear across the quad, his voice almost as loud as his jacket. He was, unfortunately, one of Max's closest friends since grade school, as their families lived in the same area and they went to the same vacation spots a lot. "Nice outfit. Love the colors."

"Thanks. Love the tiger print."

Nathan laughed. "You hate it, don't even pretend you don't. Hey, Scout." He knelt down to the pet's level as Scout nuzzled against him. "Want some chocolate, boy?"

"Hey, don't feed my pet human food. It's not good for it."

"A little chocolate's not gonna kill it. It's not a dog, you know." Nathan plopped in the chair across from Max as Scout happily munched the chocolate bar. "Whatcha drawing?" He pulled Max's sketchbook from his hands without warning. "Oh, nice. She looks awfully cozy for a stick-thin supermodel."

"That's the idea," said Max, taking his sketchbook back. "I was thinking of the aesthetics behind places like pet lounges and schools and --"

"Excuse me, can I have a moment of your time, please?"

They looked up to see a student with mouse-brown hair and wardrobe to match, clutching a sky-blue clipboard. Max groaned inwardly. A fucking survey or petition or some crap.

"Um, I'm with the Student Ethics for Pets Association..."

Of course it was SEPA. They infested the campus year-round, but they were always out in full force when there was a pet-related event, like the mandatory testing or the annual Pet Festival. 

"I'm not interested," said Max. He agreed with the ethical treatment of pets, obviously, and if that was what SEPA was about, he'd be all for it. But they weren't just against mistreatment of pets, they were against pets entirely, even going so far as to claim that some pets were humans who had been unfairly forced into pet facilities.

"Most pet owners mean well, but they don't know the realities of the cruel tactics facilities use to train pets," she said, trying to push a pamphlet at Max. "Dangerous drug cocktails that result in intelligence and memory loss, brainwashing devices to ensure compliance, restraints that cause permanent joint damage..."

Max couldn't help his blood starting to boil. "I don't know where you think I got my pet from, but it wasn't some cheap pet mill in the slums that tortures pets. Scout lives better than I do. Does it look mistreated to you?" 

"That's not the only problem with pet ownership. There's also the mandatory pet tests. How do we know that people aren't getting caught up in the inhumane pet treatments due to a flawed test?"

"Yeah, right. The pet test is super easy to pass if you're not a pet." Down by his feet, Scout was pressing against his legs, clearly stressed and whimpering. If this kept up, he'd have to Tag Scout, and he hated to do it. "For someone who cares about pet ethics, you sure don't care that you're upsetting my pet."

"All I'm saying is --"

"All I'm saying is get the hell out of here with your propaganda and leave me alone."

"Fine, I can take a hint," she said, turning on her heel and flouncing away. 

Max scowled after her. SEPA was such a ridiculous organization. They would try to reel students in with reasonable-sounding arguments about saving abused pets and then start with their radical bullshit. It happened to gullible students all the time, and they'd go and look like idiots chaining themselves to pet training facilities and showrooms. "Friggin' ridiculous," he said, looking over at Nathan, who was watching the girl leave. "Nathan?"

"Huh? What'd you say?"

"Nathan, you don't actually believe any of that, do you?"

"What, SEPA stuff? Nah, not really," said Nathan, taking a long drink of his soda. "But don't you ever think about it?"

"Think about what?"

"What if the test is wrong sometimes? What if actual people get carted away to some pet facility and treated like a pet?" he said. "Wasn't there that girl who got taken from here a couple years back...?"

"Oh yeah, Victoria... Victoria what's-her-face. Her dad owned some tech startup, right, and it tanked after his daughter turned out to be a pet. That's gotta be super embarrassing for her family."

"Yeah, but... what if it's actually wrong sometimes?"

"You're not seriously worried that you're gonna fail the pet test, are you?" Max laughed. "C'mon, that doesn't happen. That pet probably knew deep down what it was. It was just pretending to be human 'cause it was afraid of getting caught. That's why they need the training and stuff, right?"

"I guess," said Nathan.

"Scout failed its test when it was my age, too," he said. "But, like, it was obviously failing out of college, getting super stressed all the time, crying in class... because it's hard for pets to pretend to be human. Don't you think the other way would be messed up, too, if we forced pets to just pretend to be human forever?"

"Yeah, that would be pretty messed up. They wouldn't be happy like that. I just don't like having to take this stupid test every year."

"Only a couple more years for us and we'll be done with it." Max's phone alarm went off. "Oh damn, we'd better get going if we're going to make it to the test on time. I don't wanna have to take the makeup test." They stood up, but Scout remained on the ground, curled up into a ball and whining. "Scout?"

"Is it okay?"

"It's upset 'cause of that crazy girl from SEPA. You can go on ahead, I've gotta get Scout calmed down," he said. 

"Alright. Good luck on the test." 

"Yeah, you too," he said, as though they needed it. He crouched down to eye level with his pet. "Hey, Scout, what's the matter?"

Scout flinched, shrinking away from Max. That was really strange. He hadn't acted like that with anyone but Max's dad.

"You gotta relax, boy. It's okay. I'm not gonna let some SEPA person liberate you or whatever," he said. "They let pets in the test room, but only if you can be calm. If you can't calm down, I'll have to Tag you."

Max should've know that would only upset Scout more. Scout backed away as best as it could, pulling at the leash, starting to actually cry. Shit. He couldn't leave Scout at the pet lounge like this, either. He didn't have a choice.

"All right, then, Scout, kneel."

Scout shook its head rapidly. "No," it said, almost too quietly to hear.

"C'mon, don't be like that. This is for your own good. Kneel."

It knelt down in front of Max, still teary and whimpering, as Max fished a Tag out of his bag. They were little disposable things that you clipped to a pet's neck that made them real quiet and docile for a few hours, perfect for calming agitated pets. They were also good for situations like vet visits and long flights, since it made the pet unable to form clear memories. Max bet the SEPA girl thought Tags were abusive, too, even though they were literally to help pets not be traumatized. Max normally tried to avoid Tagging Scout much, since he liked his pet to be active and happy.

Scout shut its eyes and bent over slightly so that Max could attach the Tag, a forlorn look on its face as he pressed the little disc just over its spine. "There you go, boy. See, that's not so bad, is it?" He pet Scout gently as the Tag's effects kicked in, its expression going glassy and vacant, a dazed smile replacing its earlier distress.  "C'mon, we gotta get going or we're going to be late."

Max was glad he had resorted to Tagging Scout when the pet curled up safely under his feet in the testing room. It wasn't that Max was nervous about the pet test, but it was boring as hell, and having Scout there helped him focus.

A big portion of it was just a bunch of bullshit psychological questions, which Max breezed through without thinking about them. Then there were questions about current events, word puzzles, a bunch of really weird abstract stuff... but obviously Max was human, so he was sure that his answers must be the right ones. He'd definitely know if he were a pet.

Finally, the test was over, and the entire auditorium of people had to be held there while the tests were scored electronically, so that they could take any pets aside. Max whipped out his phone and fully absorbed himself in his feeds.

"Mr. Parkington."

"Huh?" He looked up to see the test proctor standing by his desk. "Hey, yeah, what's up? Was there a problem with my test or something?"

"Could you come with us, please?" The proctor gestured at the exit door.

"What...?" No, it couldn't be. He couldn't have failed. There was probably some kind of mistake with his form or the grading machine. "Is there a problem?"

"There's no problem," she said curtly. "We just need you to come with us to discuss your test."

Max glanced around the auditorium. Everyone was staring at him, and not in the way he preferred. Well, no wonder. The stupid goddamn proctor was making it sound like he failed his pet test, in front of half the campus. He'd never live this down. "So was my test form unreadable or something...?" he said, hoping to salvage the situation.

She was implacable. "You need to come with us, Mr. Parkington."

He groaned, fighting down the urge to cause an even bigger scene. The people around him were already chattering about it. His parents were going to be absolutely furious about the rumors that would fly, as though it were his fault. They'd sue the school, no doubt, but by then it'd be too late. Goddamn it.

"Fine, let's get this over with. C'mon, Scout." He chucked his phone into his bag and picked it up, tugging Scout's leash. It seemed nervous, resisting a bit, even though there was no way the Tag could've worn off yet, but it followed Max out of the room just the same. They were led out of the auditorium and into a small side office, where there were a couple of cops from the Federal Pet Agency waiting, the ones who had supervised the test taking.

"We have good news for you, Mr. Parkington," said the proctor, taking up a seat behind a metal desk. 

"Good news? What kind of good news could --"

"Your pet test returned positive."

"What? That's it? You humiliated me in front of everyone to tell me that I passed? No shit, of course I'm a person."

The two agents glanced at each other.

"No, Mr. Parkington, I don't think you understand. I mean that we have positively identified you as a pet. You will no longer be required to act as a human, and your treatments can start today." Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Isn't that good news?"

"...What?" Max felt as though the floor was dropping out from under him. "What the hell? What are you even talking about?"

"Your treatment can start right away, so if you'll just go with these agents --"

"What the fuck?!" he said, no longer caring about making a scene. Scout whimpered at his feet. "What the fuck are you talking about? Is this a prank? Is this some kind of viral stunt? Because I will definitely sue you to have the video taken down."

"It isn't a prank, and there is no video recording. Your test results are very clear cut."

"The hell they are! I've taken my test every year and I've never failed."

"I'm afraid you're mistaken about that."

"What do you mean by that?"

The proctor sighed and slapped a thick manila envelope onto the desk. "Your previous tests -- your real ones. Each one clearly showing that you are a pet."

"That's impossible! Then why --"

"There's a little known federal program that allows test results to be... deferred."

Max's stomach clenched. "Deferred?"

"It's an expensive option, and not widely publicized, but it allows families to suppress undesirable results for a year, while they get things in order," she said. "In your case, your family spent a great deal of money for seven years to delay the inevitable. However, this year they did not enroll in the program, so this is your final test result."

"No. No, that's not -- you're lying! You're making that up. There's no way. There's no way I failed any pet test, or that my parents paid money to cover it up. No way."

"It's all right," she said in a sickeningly condescending tone. "I know this must be very confusing, and that you've obviously been suffering without your necessary treatment for so long..."

"I'm not suffering!" He slammed his hands on the desk. The agents stepped closer, but the proctor was unfazed.

"Your grades in everything but your fashion drawing classes are --"

"I am not suffering because I'm bad at the business classes my dad forced on me!" Burning with frustration, humiliation, and a growing ember of dread, Max pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Actually, I'm going to call my dad right now. He'll put an end to this."

He was somewhat surprised that no one in the room stopped him from using his phone, until he turned it on and found no signal. "What the -- c'mon, you stupid thing --"

"Your phone service has been terminated," the proctor said. "Your parents have already been contacted by our team. They have been aware of this possibility and have made prior arrangements for you."

"No." Max's throat felt dry and his arms heavy as he dropped the phone. "There's no way. Even my asshole dad wouldn't let me be taken as a pet. I'm the heir --"

Wait.

The realization hit Max with the force of a semi-truck. The heir to Parkington Corporation. With Max out of the way, no longer a person, that heir would be --

His brother. His golden brother Robbie who could never do wrong. If they suffered the temporary humiliation of letting Max be hauled away as a pet, Robbie would be their only child. It wasn't just a matter of writing Max out of the will -- they wanted their un-favorite son to be out of the picture permanently.

Would they really go that far? The serious-looking proctors and agents in the room were a strong indication that they would.

And for the first time, Max felt true fear. This might not be a prank or a misunderstanding or an inconvenience. He might not be able to call his lawyers or his family to get him out of trouble. Even if it was a mistake, if he let them get their hands on him and process him as a pet... could you even come back from that? Wouldn't it be too late?

"I'm not going to let you take me anywhere," he said, inching towards the door. "I'll go borrow a phone and call my lawyer."

One of the agents immediately moved to block the door, unsurprisingly, as the proctor stood up. "As I was saying, your parents were aware of this possibility and have made prior arrangements for you."

"What arrangements?"

"You're going to be sent to the finest pet treatment facility on the Eastern seaboard, one that produces only high-end luxury pets. You're very fortunate."

Max swallowed hard. That sounded like the facility where they had purchased Scout for him. The thought of going through the same treatment as Scout...

That's when he realized that Scout was no longer at his feet. Instead, it was kneeling in front of one of the agents, having its head scratched. "Aww, who's a good boy?" he said. "It's you! Yes, you are..."

"Hey, Scout, what are you doing? Get away from him!"

Scout didn't even respond to him. 

"Don't worry about Scout. We're going to send it to the same facility where we're sending you, for retraining and rehoming. It's a very good pet and I'm sure it'll find an excellent new home."

Scout had been custom trained to Max's childhood tastes. They had grown up together, inseparable. And now Scout was going to have its memories of him wiped, ready to be sent to a new owner...

And he was next.

"Scout. Scout, c'mon," Max pleaded, desperation in his voice. "You're not going with them. You're going with me. C'mon, Scout."

Scout had always been the most docile and agreeable of pets, always listening to Max, following at his heels and coming at his beck and call. And yet now it steadfastly ignored Max as though he were not there.

"Scout!" Max didn't want to go near the agents, so he stood a few feet away from his pet. "Scout, listen!"

Finally, Scout turned and looked at him. It opened its mouth, then closed it again. Finally, it smiled. It wasn't the vacant smile from being Tagged or the excited smile when they went out together or the sleepy smile it had going to bed at night. No, this smile seemed almost... malicious.

"I hope we can play together when you've been trained," Scout said.

Max felt the world spinning around him. Even his pet thought he was a pet. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't.

An agent was approaching him in his daze. "Now be a good boy and come with us."

"No!" He jerked away from the agent's hand. He had to get out of here. He couldn't let them take him. He had to escape, find someone who understood. Maybe that crazy girl from SEPA. Maybe...

"You'll feel so much better once you've been treated," said the agent on the other side of him. "Don't resist."

"Like hell!" Max pulled his arm free of the agent's grasp and tried to barge between them, only to be met with sturdy arms knocking him backwards. While physically fit, he was no fighter and no match for two highly trained federal agents. In a minute he was been forced to his knees with his arms pinned behind his back, restrained. "Let me go!" he screamed as he thrashed. "Let me go right now!"

"The pet is resisting. It'll need to be Tagged," said one agent to the other, who nodded and pulled out an all-too-familiar flat black disc.

"No! No, don't! It's illegal to Tag a person!" said Max, knowing it was futile. 

"This is for your own good." One agent held him down as the other attached the tag. He could feel the cool plastic against his skin and the bite of small needles piercing his skin, a cool and numb sensation as the Tag took hold.

The world blurred around him as a kind of dazed drowsiness took hold of his body. "No... it's not..." he slurred.

His head lolled to the side as the agents hauled him up between them, keeping a firm grip on his arms. A distant part of him still wanted to put up a fight, but he felt so far away... so out of it... so strangely calm and peaceful. He blinked, and he was already out in the hallway. The agents were shooing away the students who tried to crowd around them and shove phones in his face. This was going to be all over social media. His parents would be so mad...

...no, they wouldn't. They knew this was going to happen. There was no one coming to rescue him, not even his dad's money. Max tipped his head forward and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to avoid the crowd's gaze.

"Maxie? Maxie, what the hell? What the hell, man?" said a familiar loud voice. 

"Nathan...?" He could just pick out Nathan's loud jacket in the crowd. "Help..." he said feebly. "I'm not a pet... tell them..."

"Holy shit." Nathan was rooted to the spot. He didn't seem to be moving to help Max at all as he was dragged away.

"Nathan...!"

Nathan pulled out his phone, took a picture, and then disappeared into the crowd.

The agents dragged him through the double glass doors of the auditorium to a black van waiting in the parking lot. Max couldn't find it in him to put up any resistance as he was loaded into the back seat and the doors were closed and locked. His head hit the window as he looked out at his college campus for possibly the last time. 

It felt so unreal. It still felt like something that couldn't possibly be happening to him.

Would he really be turned into a pet...?

No... they'd figure out he was a person before it was too late. They had to.

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Stilts(2019 Short Film)Watching Con-Tent for #? Days cause I need serotonin

Pre thoughts. The fact that we all make short jokes about Con makes this a necessary watch for me.

It's 7 minutes long. I would love for you to post your interpretation of it before you read mine, I want to see what y'all think.

It's 7 minutes long, just watch it before you read. This won't make sense otherwise. It's really fucking cool. A whole concept and world is built in a short film.

Also, below is an updated Con Ranking list including all the stuff I've watched! (Not this, it's just too short to fairly rank)

As usual, thanks to my mutuals who have seen this?

(special thanks to @kimmy2364 for the gifs)

@gydima @dianetastesmetal @ivegotnonameidea @treesofgreen

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Hey! that looks like Montana!

Also, walking on stilts is hard as fuck. As a stage manager, I did Little Mermaid and we had 2 Jellyfish guys on stilts. They almost broke their ankles multiple times. Not fun. It's impressive that the actors pulled this off.

Alright, so there's a society that walks on stilts?

Love the aspect ratio btw.

You are not making any progress on that at all my guy

Hi Con! Oh, giving disapproving father vibes.

Love the som just screaming in the background

Yeah, father, go check on him

I just love how this looks! Everything is just so tall, with so much empty room in the house. So fucking unsettling!

Earthquake? Monsters? Why is the world-shaking?

Love the TV with a whole channel of feet. Is he trying to see how 'normal' people walk?

Love Con's grunting in the background.

I?

The number of questions I have.

OOHHH Shit. It's a whole society of people who walk on stilts?

So??? Why does she(the sister) accept him?

ARE THEY GOING FOR THE FOOT ITSELF???? WHAT?????

WHY IS THERE BLOOD?????

Okay, this is giving, Religious Trauma, moving out of cult vibes.

Love the laughing.

UH, The way the son stumbles! GOD! The kid running without his stilts! That's exactly how people look when they step off of stilts after walking for a few hours. Just like how people look odd after taking off rollerblades, it takes a bit for your brain to catch up!

OH SHIT! DAD'S RUNNING AFTER HIM! RUN KID! ESCAPE!

GOD! Con using crutches to go faster with stilts is just so fucking Cool! makes him look like a creature!

I'VE SAID IT ONCE AND I'LL SAY THIS AGAIN! Con needs to be in more horror shit(ignore the 130k horror OFMD thing I wrote, I am unbiased and correct).

AHHH! FATHER'S ACCEPTING!! He probably knows his kid will never come back, but his kid will be happier for being gone. GOOD FOR HIM!

THE STACE! The dad looks so fucking alone watching his kid leave.

AHHHH!!!!! HE JUST WANTS WHAT'S BEST FOR HIS KIDS!!!!! Fuck, look at him! SMILING!!!! Encouraging her, even though he's scared. AHHHH!!!! I HAVE EMOTIONS!!!!! The fact that the credits are just over a long shot of Father trying not to cry!!!!!!

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OVERALL:

Due to this being 7 minutes long, I'll just wrap up with my interpretation.

The fact that there's a whole system where you must get chosen to get your stilts removed. You can't just want it, you need to be chosen, it has multiple interpretations.

Growing up in a cult and you finally decide to leave? Sure.

Kids finally leaving the nest and questioning their parent's view of the world? Yeah.

A family in poverty watching as their kids are finally given the resources to leave and grow up happy? Yeah!

Did some filmmaker have a really cool idea for a dystopia/horror world and built characters around it, Yeah!!!!!

BUT Con playing a stilt dad who just really fucking wants what's best for his kids is so GOOD! You get the sense that, while he doesn't want this for himself, he really just loves his kids.

I really fucking liked the cinematography and set design. They made a hospital feel off-putting and alien. The costumes! THE HOUSE!!! AHH!

I really fucking loved it for what it was, and want to see a whole movie/novel about this concept. Why is the exit an air hanger? Is that hospital linked to their society? Do they always need to ask to be let free? It's all just so cool.

Con's performance was just amazing, it has depth without any dialogue. He reads as sad, and scared, and proud and AHHHHHH!! It takes a lot to get me emotional, but they did it in 7 minutes and very few words. LOVE IT.

(Updated ranking)

[unorthodoxdeity]

How to Care for Your Demon

This turned into an x reader thing so enjoy

reader is gender neutral

Sebastian:

Let's get one thing straight: Seb is the bird man. We know this. That being said people underestimate how birdlike this man really is.

He molts. Feathers everywhere. Be warned. He will try to clean them up. It does not matter. You will find them.

He's particularly fond of shiny objects, if you pick up a shiny penny and give it to him he will be like :o! my master! gave me a shiny!!! holy shit!! coin!!!!! In return he will start giving YOU shinies. "Wow look a cool rock, gotta give this one to the master" he says with a pocket full of strange items he also must give you.

Sebastian is a one human ONLY kind of demon. You are his human. He will not want other humans. He will be about as vicious as that goose you see on your way to work.

This being said he absolutely LOVES his job as a butler. It keeps him busy. It keeps him fulfilled. He wants to take care of your needs. That's how he shows love.

Sebastian absolutely loves attention. He may not like serving other humans but by god does he love the praise that comes with cooking some obscenely fancy meal for a bunch of nobles.

Bonus points if you're the queen's gaurd dog and you get the chance to send him after murderers so he can fuckin HUNT!!! The man has energy!!! Keep him busy and he will be a very happy demon!!!

When he comes the man will build a blanket nest and you two can cuddle the night away. He's also quite fond of baths because haha splash splash smell good.

If you're able to be demanding and let Sebastian take care of you, you will have a very good relationship.

Claude:

OH GOD OH FUCK A SPIDER

Claude differs greatly from Sebastian. He will not be as fond of maintaining your basic needs. In fact he finds needing to do that humiliating. He isn't your dad, get dressed yourself. He will not like the type of work that being a butler brings. Those standards just don't suit him, which is why he's always so dead inside as a butler.

You aren't Claude's master. You're his little thing that walked into his web, the only difference between you and food is you made him go :o! neat!! I like this one. It's a buildup. You have to earn each other.

Claude does not come to you, you come to Claude. He will put in an immense amount of effort to make his web perfect for you because he needs to lure his prey in and make sure they stay there.

He is much happier when he stops trying to conform to the master servant style of doing things. He'll hum, tell jokes, discuss whatever book you're reading, really start to come into himself and be able to show more affection because of that. His brand of affection takes the form of discussing Greek literature with you then giving you an apple, you'll have to become attuned to him to see it but he'll become attuned to you as well. Both of you are particular and you find that this makes you perfect for each other.

You'll find he may want to do all of the maintenance on and inside of the house, he wants to keep his web nice for you after all. If you do it for him you WILL do it wrong. He is very particular. It's just a waste of your time and he'll shoo you away so he can finish doing the dishes because it just doesn't Feel Right if someone else does them. You can watch and talk to him though. He doesn't mind your presence one bit.

Alternatively, you should focus on keeping yourself nice. Don't be afraid to pamper yourself however you'd like, Claude likes it when you're able to take care of yourself and feeling happy. In fact, he'll encourage this by setting the bathroom up with candles and the like for a bath, while he doesn't want to be your servant he does still like to keep you happy. Just not because he has to.

If you're going through a depressive episode and can't do anything but get out of bed this is when Claude will start to get worried and genuinely enter butler mode. This is because he knows you actually need it. He absolutely hates to see you suffering and will do everything he can to make it better.

He doesn't need space to run. He doesn't need a lot of attention. You may not even talk to each other some days, but it's not an uncomfortable silence. Claude is self sufficient and rather introverted. He'll sip his tea next to you with glee, but neither of you should expect to be waited on hand and foot by the other when it's unnecessary and for the sake of the very aesthetics that crushed Claude in the first place.

[notstilinski]

Catch  and Release Starters !

Taken from the 2007 movie, Catch and Release! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“You want to know what I keep thinking about? That argument we had right before you left. Remember?”

“How could you leave me alone with all these people? You know I hate crowds.”

“I can’t handle anything without you.”

“Why you gotta be like that? I’m just trying to feather our nest.”

“This was totally your fault.”

“It’s sell, sell, sell. But let’s kid ourselves and call it art.”

“I never understood why they were friends with you.”

“I guess the best offense is a good defense.”

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m gonna burn this stuff on principle alone.”

“I am a grown-ass woman. I don’t need you to Hollywood me home.”

“I had nothing to do with it.”

“They don’t swear. What kind of grown person goes around saying, ‘F you!’?”

“This is why you’re still here, isn’t it? To clean up after him.”

“I counted on them, too. Look where that got me.”

“Are you asking for my engagement ring back?”

“This is like a Patagonia at Disneyland.”

“Yeah, if it hadn’t been for you, that would have been one great day.”

“Trust me. Hooky looks good on you.”

“Those were my pills, (Name). If anyone’s going to use them to check out, it’s going to be me.”

“It looks like a Tampax box!”

“So, this peace garden, bringing a lot of peace into your life so far?”

“The glorious morning of the corn!”

“Hey, I could. I could bullshit ‘till the cows come home…”

“Me? Wait, how am I at fault here?”

“No satisfied man goes screwing cocktail waitresses.”

“My dad was a superhero.”

“Are you having an affair with a married woman?”

“If I had you, if you were mine, there is no way…”

“Scratch that. I am having an affair with a married woman.”

“You get extremely cool stuff when you get married. No wonder people do it.”

“Wanna hear a story? I got a good one.”

“They say you’re not supposed to eat, like, after seven but what am I trying to win a beauty contest?”

“You ever hear the expression, ‘The power of suggestion’, (Name)?”

“You are not who I thought you were.”

“That’s nothing. It’s less than nothing.”

“Yeah… That’s the thing with small houses, everybody hears everything.”

“Me and you, it doesn’t look good. Not your style, right?”

“I guess I’ll quit school and go back to work.”

“But it’ll be alright, you know? It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“You could have just loved him, and missed him, and never known.”

“Is it going to make me happier or less happy?”

“It was a small fight. A tiny fight. I’m not ready to live alone, (Name)!”

“Oh, you little tramp!”

“God, you could be seeing someone by now, I hadn’t thought of that. Someone you met in a normal, you know, uncomplicated-“

[georgiapeach30513]

Happily Ever After

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Summary:  The Royal Wedding

Pairings:  Carter X Story

Rating:  🥺🥺🥺

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  5K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Carter Baizen Masterlist

Carter picks up the square heavy bottle of his Zegna cologne.  A new customized bottle just for him.  Engraved with his initials and everything.  Giving himself a little spritz on his tux, when he sees Ransom’s reflection walk in.  “Can I talk to the bonehead alone?” he looks between Blade, James, TJ, and Sammy.  Those dark blue eyes focused only on the man that’s about to take his daughter from him.

The men give a nod, and head towards the door, leaving Ransom and Carter alone.  Something Carter had wanted to avoid for awhile, and now Ransom is the one demanding the time alone.  “Still wearing my cologne I smell.”

“She likes it on me,” he clears his throat pretending to straighten his tie.

“I wanted to avoid this day, in so many ways,” Carter turns to look at Ransom, unsure of what to say.  “But, it also feels right.  The goal is for your kids to leave the nest.  You know I love all my children so much.  I have such a special bond with each.  But that little girl…” Ransom stops, Story is no longer a little girl.  She’s his grown daughter.  Successful in her own right.  Missing those nights he would walk past her room, to see her asleep in her window nook.  Wishing for the man that stands in front of her.  Carrying her to her bed, and she’d let out a soft sigh, before telling him, she loved him.  The times throughout her life, she tried to include Carter every time.  Saying his name before even saying mama.  Story always knew that Carter was meant for her.

“I’m sorry,” Ransom takes a long slow breath before looking up at Carter.  “She’s not a little girl anymore.”

“She is to you.”

“Still, yeah.  She’s my baby.  My hopeless romantic.  She was twenty-one years old crawling in my lap.  She doesn’t do that anymore,” Carter looks down at the floor.  “It’s your lap she crawls in.  She doesn’t give me goodnight hugs, those are for you.  Or crawl in mine and her mom’s bed, because she’s got you.  I don’t know if you realize how it was always you she wanted.”

“It hasn’t really hit me yet.”

“Remind me after the honeymoon to give you Harlan’s books and journals.  You’re in there a lot.  You think she was wishing for Prince Charming, it was always you.  I know I screwed up a lot of things between you two, but you found your way back.  And you have went above and beyond what I could have ever imagined for my Story book.  She’ll always be my daughter, but…” looking down at the floor, he pulls out the ring he had made for his bonehead, Mr. Tweedle Dum himself.  Trying to stop the tears from falling down his face, at letting his daughter go.

“She’s yours now.  That scares and hurts me so much.  But I’ve never seen her happier.  Never seen a man care for a child that biologically isn’t yours.  I would never question it if I didn’t know.”

“I learned from you, Mr. Drysdale,” Ransom huffs out a laugh.  Carter knew all too well about Ransom loved Iris just like his own biological children.  Ransom just never imagined he was a training the boy for his grandson.

“I saw my grandson, it looks nice on his finger.  But here,” without anymore words, Ransom gives him a grownup pinky signet ring.  Nearly identical to his.  “It’s not a…a family heirloom.”

“It’s special all the same Mr. Drysdale.  It’ll become a family heirloom.”

“Take care of my baby.”

“I will.”

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Otto’s hands smooth out the jacket of his custom tux. The silky black a mix between his dad’s and Blade’s. “Uncy Bwade, do you know what yow going to say?” Otto snickers, he knows his uncle is surprising his mommy with a speech from her favorite movie.

“Yep, buddy. Buttercup isn’t going to know what’s in store for her huh?”

“Since…since mommy is mawwying daddy, will she be a queen?”

“Yep,” Carter responds, getting on Otto’s eye level. “She’s going to go from being the Princess of Boston to the Queen of her castle. My Queen,” Otto’s eyes shine up at his, “And you know what that means?”

“I’m Pwince Otto of Boston,” his hands push back the little boy’s hair. “Make it wook wike yows.”

“Hey!” Blade protests squatting down with him, “What about me?”

“I want to look like my daddy,” Otto scratches his nose, his own signet ring catching the light, and Blade stands to spray cologne on the young boy.

“It’s your mom’s favorite,” before Otto responds Harry walks through the door.

“She’s almost ready,” he looks at his watch shaking his head laughing.

“Alright, this woman is trying to kill me. She was supposed to be ready an hour ago.”

“You’re not getting nervous are you?” Blade slaps at his chest.

“I’m not scared. She’s all I’ve ever wanted and more.”

Ransom walks in for a final meeting before giving his daughter away, “Just want to welcome you officially to the family,” he extends his hand. The cool metal on Carter’s pinky hitting Ransom’s palm.

“Thank you Mr. Drysdale.”

“I believe you had a final gift for the Princess?” he hands over a box that Ransom opens up quickly. “You play too much you know that?” he asks before handing it to Otto.  

“She’ll love it though,” he answers before shooing Ransom out the door. He takes a deep breath looking at himself in the mirror. “Alright, buddy, you ready to wait for mommy at the end of the aisle?”

“Yep.”

“First, you and Blade go take her the gift.  She’s got to finish getting ready.”

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While everyone else is mulling around in the bridal suite, the usual bubbly and attention seeking Story sits quietly in a chair in front of a mirror. You watch as your itty bitty baby reflects on her life and how she got to her happily ever after.

Playing all the memories in your head of the two of them together as children, the many times that Story talked about how she would marry Sir Lancelot, to those eight short months where he finally fell in love with the princess.

Story had lived a hard life after her breakup with Carter. And you spent eighteen months of your life wondering if you would ever see her again. You smile wistfully at her. All the giggles and music that surround her, and she’s exactly where she wanted to be. She had fought to have Carter as her husband, and he had proven to be more than her wildest dreams.

Her hand with her signature color pink on her nails rubs over that leather bound journal. Flipping it to rub along the spine and Carter’s name.

Iris is the only other one that pauses to watch her sister. The two of them while the closest had a rough couple of years. Iris had felt guilty about the time that she missed with her sister, especially when she needed her most. While Story never held anything against her. Telling her it hurt, but she needed that time to realize that she wasn’t the center of everyone’s world.

But now, she and her son had become the sun that Carter revolved around. The person that was without a doubt was made for her. “Story book,” you whisper at her. “It’s time to get dressed. Carter has another present…”

“Mama!” she gives you a little whine.

“Baby, this is his love language. Blade and Otto are delivering it. But you also have to see your daddy, and give Carter, grandpa’s journal,” those big round eyes look up at you, almost begging you to not make her do the last part.

“Ree, you wanted Carter to read that journal. The marked part today. He’ll have time with all the many years you’re going to be together to read the rest,” Iris cups her sisters cheek and gives her a kiss to her forehead. “Me and mom are going to help you dress.”

Everyone stops their movements; Aster, Lucy, Arleigh, Emy, and even Posie and Ellie to watch them get Story dressed. “Is the second dress this big?” Aster asks giving her sister a wink.

“Ree you look like a princess,” Story pouts up at you and you stop a minute, and you’re unsure why.

“Carter, he said he thought you were a princess the first time he met you at yours and dad’s, and he wanted his own.”

Iris finishes zipping up the back just in time for Blade to knock on the door. Getting confirmation that everyone was decent that sweet little boy that is his parents’ world looks inside. “Woah, mama! You wook bootifuw. Daddy won’t be abwe to stop wooking at you,” he reaches up for the box in Blade’s hand and he holds it up higher.

“Dats mine. I’m the one that’s gotta give mama hew pwesent. Gimme it Uncy Bwade,” Story only laughs and tells her brother to hand the present to him.

“First,” he walks up to his sister, knowing her look is not quite complete but still gazing over one of the most beautiful people he’s ever seen. Giving her a kiss to her cheek, “Carter is a lucky man.”

“Mama, hewe. Daddy did this aww by himsewf,” he hands her the box, and she opens it and gasps. “What is it? Daddy just said it’s weaw.”

She looks at Blade with tears in her eyes, “You always were his princess, Ree,” he grabs at the tiara and everyone else in the room has their moments of oohing and ahhing, “Mom, somebody, help crown the future queen.”

“I want to,” Aster hands her champagne flute to Emy, and goes to grab the tiara. “He always did know how to make you smile, princess,” Story watches her sister in the mirror as she places the tiara on her head. Fluffing her blonde locks around the jewels. Taking a moment to smile at Story’s reflection.

“I don’t know what you’ve always seen in him. But I can tell you what,” Aster stops and takes a deep breath. “Other than James Rogers, I don’t know of any man that has had a girl love him as long as you have Carter. Story, you were always meant for him and he, you. You really are his perfect little princess.”

Story spins to give Aster a hug. Holding onto her tightly. “I love you Azzie.”

“I know you do. I love you, too, itty bitty.”

Otto stands pouting at his mom, giving her dress a little tug, “You fowgot about youw son. I need to see you up cwose,” pulling away she squats down to look at her handsome boy. So much like the brother she thought hung the moon.

“Mama,” Otto’s lip puckers out, and he quivers. “Why awe you so pwetty?”

“Oh my beautiful, handsome boy,” she sighs holding onto him.

“You got a wot to do. You bettew get stawted,” she kisses at his forehead, and Otto plays around with his signet ring. Before looking at her, and kissing on her lips hard.

“Ree, I’ll walk you to dad,” Blade holds out an arm for her, and with a deep breath she follows him. Counting her breaths with every step she takes. “Sissy?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve never told you how proud I am of you. You have fought for this life you’re getting since you were a kid. I have heard about this stupid boy more than most. Listened to your stories, even adding them into my games. I watched you slowly spiral. Missed you for over a year. You put in the work, and still the world wasn’t done with cutting you down. Story, I’m sorry I wasn’t better at protecting you from those people.”

“Bladey…”

“No, I don’t think he fully understands how much you have wanted today.”

“He does. He’s a good man, Bladey. And I know good men.”

Blade gives her a soft smile, and starts leading the way to his dad, “You know how I knew he was the one for you?”

“How?”

“You remember, before Otto turned one, I don’t know how the conversation started, but he created a senior prom for you when you got your GED?” Story gives him a little giggle, looking down at the floor.

“I’m serious. Made all of us wear fancy clothes. Mom and dad got their own prom, too.  Otto was in a bow tie and suspenders. He didn’t give you some big party, he gave you the prom that you wanted with him. Limo and all. Like the night…”

“You became my Prince Charming,” they stop in front of the room where Ransom is waiting, and she can only beam up at him.

“Some things you love seem silly to almost everyone, but he gets it. What’s important to you, becomes his priority just to see you smile. He’s the one Ree. And you always knew. You did good. Always a dream chaser,” lifting her hand he kisses on her ring finger. “I’ll see you later princess.”

Story opens the door and sees her daddy, and she starts to pout at how handsome he is. “Daddy,” is the only thing she’s able to get out.  Walking over to him, and her fingers wrap around his ring finger for the last time, and he smiles through his tears. Looking his itty bitty baby up and down.

Holding up his hand to spin her around. “You really look like a princess today,” he gives her a tap on her tiara. “Stupid Tweedle Dum. You may not know it, but you’ve always had that boy wrapped around you pinky. He was amazed by you.”

“Daddy…”

“Baby, I don’t know how you did it. But you…you did it. I love all you girls, but you and Iris you’re killing me.”

“We’re the only two that’s married.”

“Shh,” he holds his finger over her lips and giggles. “I know that. I don’t like giving you away to some bonehead. But I have never seen anyone make you smile like he has. That man…my god, he’s so patient with you. I have never seen him annoyed with you. Never seen him not race to come home to see you and Otto, and I’m losing you,” Ransom covers his eyes to cry, but Story pulls his hand down looking into his deep glassy blue eyes.

“I feel like I lost you a long time ago. Same with Iris. James and Carter have always scared me. I knew they’d take you two away from me.”

“I’ll be living on the compound, daddy. We can walk to your house.”

“It’s not the same. I won’t come home late, and see you sitting in that tower, looking up at that star of yours. But you haven’t done that in years have you?” smiling she shakes her head no. Pulling back at his hand for her finger to trace around his wedding band.  Ransom swallows deeply, knowing that this too, is the last time she’ll trace over his wedding band.

“You’ve always wanted a love like mine and your moms, but you’re getting something entirely unique. What’s the same is the love and respect you two have for each other. I have no doubt you’re going to fill that castle with all these beautiful little princesses. You’ll nurture each of their unique personalities, and be a mother just like yours. Baby, you’ve given Carter a love he’s craved. I know what it was like for him. I was him. So I guess that means, I have always been your number one person.”

“Did you really have to question that? You were my blueprint for what a husband is supposed to be. Mom showed me what a wife was supposed to be. I know he wasn’t your favorite…”

“You’ve done worse.”

“I have. But he’s my favorite. No one has ever came close to comparing to him.”

“Do you really have to marry him? You can always keep the Drysdale name,” Story scrunches her nose up and shakes her head. “Fine.”

“Besides, I think it’s time to match my husband and son’s last name.”

Ransom leans down to give his daughter one last kiss, and hands her a box. “You owe me for that.”

“I’ll make sure to give you another grandbaby.”

“Story book, that is not what I meant,” she only turns walking away giggling. “Story! Don’t you go jumping on the bed with that boy! Story Rose Drysdale.”

“Enjoy that name while you can daddy. Love you, I’ve got to hold a Bonehead’s hand.”

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Carter paces around his suite with James, Harry, TJ, Blade, and even Otto watching him. “Daddy, mama wooks weawwy pwetty. Daddy hew wiked youw pwesent. Daddy!” Carter turns to look at the little boy.

“Why awe you acting wike dis. Mama gonna mawwy you.”

“I know buddy. I’m just ready to make her my wife. And this waiting isn’t helping. And I know when…I’m not ready to read that notebook. I cant read Harlan’s words.”

“She wants you, too,” TJ answers. “That woman that you fought so hard to be with, she wants you to read what her grandfather thought about you. I’m assuming it’s not bad.”

“Has someone kept my mother away from her?”

“Yeah,” Blade answers. “I got BeBe to deal with her. Told her a bit of what Lydia said to Story and about…” he stops when he hears Otto sneeze, blessing himself before crawling into Harry’s lap. “BeBe isn’t too happy about someone insulting her baby and great grandson. She said she’ll bring her claws out just for her.” 

“I wish she would,” Carter sighs, but everyone stops when they hear a tiny little knock.

“Carter,” Story voice squeaks, peeking her head in just a little. The angle of the room making it impossible to see her. “I’m gonna wait on the other side of the door.”

He takes a deep breath before walking away from the group with Blade playing some music to give them some privacy.

Carter smiles seeing Story’s little fingers wiggle around, “You’re still stuck on me not seeing you?”

“It’s bad luck,” she lets out a sigh when Carter takes her hand in his own. “Our son said I looked like a real life princess.”

“Has Prince Jack Benjamin seen you yet?” she laughs saying a no. “Good, I don’t need a real prince trying to steal you from me.”

“It’s not possible, Baizen. A lot have tried, and they’ve all failed. I um…I got you something. You’re hard to shop for. So I got…just here,” removing her hand, she holds out that box that was just given to her from her father.

The box isn’t a new one. Worn with the years, and when he opens it he can’t help but to be shocked. Of course she would go for something more sentimental. He pulls the watch out, and flips it around. ‘To my love H.R.D inscribed on the back.’

“You used to hold up dad’s arm to check the time.”

“Even told my parents I wanted a Rolex just like Mr. Drysdale’s,” he slides the watch on and looks at the old piece. Looking at his arm and feeling like a little kid all over again.

“You smell good,” she giggles, stopping when she feels his now Rolex clad wrist searching for her hand. “We made it Baizen.”

“You’re not gonna run away before I get to see you in another dress are you?”

“Nope. The only place I’m running is with you from now on.  Here,” she holds out Harlan’s journal for Carter.  “There’s a post-it where I want you to read.  You have the rest of our lives to read the rest.  I love you, Carter Rory Baizen.”

“I love you, too, Story Rose Drysdale.”

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Ransom walks up to his daughter, giving her a kiss before pulling the blusher veil over her face, “It’s not too late, Story book. The Beemer is out there, and we can make a get away.”

“Hush,” she whispers.

“Mama, whewe do I go again?”

“You can either stand with me, daddy, Blade, or you can sit with Papa and Mimi okay?” he nods his head, clinging to her hand a little bit tighter. That pinky ring shining on it.

“You weady, mama,” with a deep breath, Ransom and Otto escort Story down the aisle. Her eyes only on Carter’s. Steady falling tears drift down his cheeks, and his breath stutters for a few beats.

The moment the two of them locked eyes, everything else froze. Nothing mattered but their person. Their place. “Who gives this woman to be married?”

“Hew son,” Otto pipes up causing little giggles.

“Her mother and I. But I really don’t want to. Can this be a loan?”

“I do,” Blade laughs at his dad shaking his head.

“I do,” Aster and Iris add in.

“I do. I’m the best friend.”

“I do.  I’ve known her longer,” Emy adds glaring over at TJ playfully.

“I guess I’m gonna say, I do. Because everyone else has,” Arleigh gives a scrunchy nose smile.

“Since no one wants to give Carter away. I will,” James adds.

“Ridiculous,” Lydia huffs out.

“So basically everyone is ready to see these two get married. Ms. Drysdale,” Steve tells the two of them, before she turns to give Iris her bouquet, grabbing onto Carter’s hands, and he leans into to whisper that she looks like a dream.

“Mawwiage.  Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today,” Story and Carter begin laughing uncontrollably the more Blade speaks.  “Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement.  That dweam wivin a dweam,” Otto throws his head back cackling.  His little body almost convulsing, and James has to hold him up to keep him from falling over.  “I’m sorry guys.  Otto dared me.”

“I did not.  Dat was all Uncy Bwade and Hawwy’s idea.  I knew nofing.”

“Now that we had an introduction,” Steve’s eyes turn to look at Lydia who rolls her eyes, and he obnoxiously clears his throat.  Carter can’t help, but to move even closer to Story, leaning forward a bit to tell her how beautiful she looks.

“Uh uh, back up. No kissing yet. I know that these two have had a journey. I want this ceremony to be about them, and I’m sure with Story’s romantic words it’ll be beautiful. But I just want to say, Carter you have in many ways been a son to me. When you weren’t at the Drysdale’s, you and James were being annoying at my house. While it wasn’t Story you thought you were going to marry, you were always describing her. I like to think that I was a small part of you becoming the man you are today, even though l know Ransom played a bigger role. I’m proud of you son. You’ve turned into an amazing man. No go ahead and say your vows.  And let’s get you two finally hitched.”

Carter pauses a moment to gaze at the woman in front of him. She really was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Reminding him so many ways of her mother and how he had really thought she was a princess, and that’s what he wanted to marry.

Story gives his hand a little squeeze, mouthing out a silent, I love you. “I have no words for you princess. From that first moment I saw you, your mom holding you and singing ‘Beautiful Dreamer’ to the moment that your hand grabbed a hold of mine, you’ve never let go.”

“You have always captivated me, in ways I didn’t fully understand. A girl who was free to float around without a care in the world. A girl that weaved this beautiful tale, that I became a part of. To the moment I saw the most beautiful woman in the world. You have ruined women for me, Story. From that moment, I was blinded by everyone else, because they just can’t compete. You have loved me in a way that no one ever has. I don’t deserve this life you’ve given me, but I have wished for it on a special star since my senior prom,” Story looks down at Carter’s tie, trying to not let her tears break through, to no avail.

“I can only hope that I’m half the man you think I am. And how many men, get to say that their wife has loved them their whole life? Thank you for this life. And I can’t wait for the rest of our lives.”

Otto runs from his mom’s side over to Blade, lifting his hands up to be held, “Uncy Bwade, I wanna watch mama tell daddy. They’we good wowds.”

“He’s all Drysdale, princess,” Carter chuckles. His hands the ones doing the squeezing now.

“Carter, I have wished, hoped, and dreamed of this moment for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember what the first thing I said to you was. I don’t remember when I fell for you, don’t remember when I knew that you were the one that I wanted to marry. But I can remember every time that you would bandage a scrape, tell me the names of the stars, help me with homework that I never understood, or you would humor me as I told some wild tale. All I have ever seen is you. All of you, and I still love every piece of it.”

“You have been the most constant thing in my life that wasn’t family. Took on roles you didn’t have to, because you wanted to see me smile. I don’t deserve you,” Carter’s head tilts, and Story reaches forward to wipe the tears off his cheeks. “I don’t. I never have. But I have always wanted you. You’re my place. My Sir Lancelot. My love. My best friend. After today, my husband. I love you so much Carter Rory Baizen. And I hope that I am the girl of your dreams because that’s only a smidgen of what you deserve.  You deserve the world, and I’ll work everyday trying to give you that world.”

“Can you kiss hew awweady,” Otto giggles. “Daddy, you wanna kiss hew.”

“I know I do, buddy.”

“Uncy Steeb, teww ‘em.”

“You heard the kid. Put the rings on each other, and just kiss. We’ve waited a lifetime for this moment,” Carter and Story slowly slide each other’s rings on their fingers, and he pulls her into him by her cheeks.

Sliding his hands down her waist, so he can dip her. “Now, dats a good kiss. Papa, wook at dem.”

“Kitten, make it stop.”

“Leave my baby alone. Her wish finally came true.”

“Is dis happiwy evew after?” Otto whispers into Blade’s ear, his parents still connected at the lips and smiling in their kiss hearing their son.

“This is happily ever after.”

________________________________________________________________

Story watches a sweet exchange between her now husband and her dad. Her husband beams up at Ransom, pulling back the ending of their shake, and he gives him a quick, “Thank you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“I think it’s okay to call me Ransom now,” Ransom gives him a hard tap to the shoulders. His eyes drifting down to his right pinky.

“What about dad?”  Carter asks with a smirk.

“Yeah, don’t push it. I think your wife is wanting a dance though.”

He turns back to Story with the biggest smile, “Well my queen, did you finally marry your Prince Charming,” he holds her close as they begin to dance.

“I got my happily ever after,” Carter slowly lowers himself to take her into a passionate kiss. His thumb teasing around the center of her chest. “I love you.”

“And I love you, too, Mrs…” his ears perk up when he hears the song, and Story gives him a little swat to his shoulder, “I like that line.”

“What’s that?” she asks giggling when his mouth nibbles on her neck.

“Beam of my heart. That’s what you are. The beam of my heart.”

“Always trust the ones that are always there, Mr,” but she doesn’t get to finish because his lips press up against hers. Regretting nothing.  Pulling away he takes in the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life, and that familiar guitar chords starts playing when Ransom comes up to the pair.

“You stole her from me, so I’m stealing her one last time,” he smiles, grabbing his daughter’s hand when the lyrics to ‘Stealing Cinderella’ start playing.  He dances around with Story only mouthing out the lyrics.  “I had twenty-four years to prepare for this, and it still doesn’t seem real.”

“I know what you mean,” her eyes glance back at Carter only for a moment before she’s back to her dad.  “You promise me, this is real life, and not just my dreams.”

“It could be your dreams, but it’s my nightmare,” she gives him a little swat to his shoulder.  “I’m only kidding, Story book.  He’s a good one.  This just hurts.  You don’t need me anymore.”

“I’ll always need you.  I just need you in a different way,” they continue dancing until the song finishes.  Story leans up on her tippy toes and kisses her dad’s cheek, “I love you daddy.”

He watches as she walks over to Carter, those fingers wrap around his ring finger, and that’s when it fully hits him, she truly belongs to Carter.  He’ll never feel that annoying little hand wrap around his finger again.  That little point finger tracing around his wedding band, because he’s been replaced.  “Captain.”

“Don’t start buttering me up, Kitten.”

“You knew this day would come, baby,” your hands smooth around his pretty face, and you pull him closer to press a kiss to his cheek.  

“Why does it hurt so much.”

“Because you know that this is real.  You know she’s never coming back as Story Drysdale again.  That’s her person.”

“That’s her place.”

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Carter pulls a newly dressed Story outside.  Her second dress of the day, and still looking stunning, and just like a princess.  They walk across the bridge of the castle, and he turns his sight up to the sky.  “What’re you doing?” she asks him with her megawatt smile.

“Just looking up at your star,” he looks back down at her, giving her a sweet kiss to her temple.

“Do you remember our Disney trip?  The one for my birthday,” he gives her a smile, nodding his head.  “Do you wanna know what I wished for?”

“Only tell me if it came true,” Otto runs out over the bridge to Carter and Story, and he leans to pick up the little boy, wrapping an arm around Story.

“It finally did today.  I wished for you as my husband.  Our own family,” her vision becomes blurry when her eyes fill with tears, and he pulls her closer.

“Daddy, why is mommy cwying?”

“She’s just happy buddy.”

“Is it a good time to teww you, I’ve been wishing for a baby brother?”

“It’s the perfect time, son,” Carter hums before giving her another kiss.  With another wiggle of Otto, he pulls back from her embrace to set him down.  Resuming where they left off.  “Should we tell him, we already started making him a brother or sister when I helped you change?”

“Nope.”

“I’m spending the next week making sure our son gets his wish, Mrs. Baizen.”

“Good.”

Masterlist

[theramseyloft]

After Ankhou died, I have had a very hard time keeping up with both manual loft maintenance and media work.

Manual loft maintenance is the higher priority of the two, so that's were the energy I have has been focused.

The birds are happy, but I have failed to advertise availability for two months.

The birds currently available do not meet the specifications of anyone on my wait list, and to prevent the loft from getting crowded, we've frozen rescue intake and implemented strict hatch control.

Breeding pairs on the roster are only permitted to hatch their first clutch with another bird also on the roster.

Every subsequent clutch will be swapped with fakes at least until all currently available cocks go home.

As I am not caught up on editing photos yet, I will have to make due with listing the name, parents, and temperament of available birds.

Please message me privately, email theramseyloft@gmail.com, or call/text 706-993-7452 for more information.

1. Raddish

Mia x Cara

Retired. ($20)

Was friendly as a young bird, but has not had the opportunity to express temperament in Qt.

Not to be bred under any circumstance due to one known and a second possible cancer in his blood line.

2. Wukong

Blue Check Chinese Owl cock

Loft Bird $30.

Wukong is an excellent father that will definitely benefit a breeding program.

He's very human shy, unless his mate isn't.

Chances of him bonding with a patient person that will let him make friends at his own pace are decent, but I can't guarantee it in good conscience.

3. Farthing

Pied Almond Blue T-pattern het for Toy Stencil mixed cock.

Betty x Hagrid

Comfortable ($50)

A bit of a himbo, Farthing is one of our better known cocks.

He likes people and often gets in my lap or on my shoulder, when not distracted by being the loft bi-cycle.

He's pretty and sweet, but Giant Homer and Frillback ancestry make him a big boy with long flights and tail feathers that will need a lot of room.

4. Leela

Khaki T-pattern mixed hen

Cody x Rigby

Comfortable ($50)

Leela is a mellow little sweety that likes my lap and shoulders.

She's a great pumper, but chain lays and starts a new clutch INCREDIBLY early! Leaving nestlings well fed, but largely unguarded.

5. Todoroki

Tippler

Sooty Ash Red Bar cock

Rescue ($20)

Todoroki is an EXTREMELY high energy breed that will need a LOT of space to free fly most of the time.

He would be happier in a loft than as an indoor pet.

6. Amiga

Blue T-pattern mix hen

Pippin x Cookie

Retired ($20)

Amiga is going to be a pain.

She hates people to the point of trying to break herself to get away from them, and she cannot under any circumstance be allowed to hatch an egg.

She provides her own hatch control by nest cup dancing on her hatchlings. She has been given two chances to hatch clutches, and eviscerated all three peeps this way.

So she will need to be housed in a loft with minimal interaction other than obsessively switching her eggs with fakes.

7. Dolly

Blue Bar mixed hen

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Dolly is her sister Amiga's opposite in almost every way.

She's only retired from my program because she's the hen on the roster that likes people the least.

She is an amazing, devoted mother and would make a fantastic foster hen.

8. Wess

Blue tailmark mixed cock

Wukong x Suki

Curious ($40)

Wess is shy and dislikes being approached directly, but often chills nearby preening my clothing and occasionally hops up on my knee.

He is a TERRIBLE dad! It took him two weeks to start helping Dolly feed their nestlings and never sat on them when they were little enough to need it.

9. Arco

Pied Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Vito x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Arco is uninterested in people, but not afraid of them.

He'd be a good partner for a nervous rescue bird, or an absolutely amazing foster dad!

He's devoted to his mate and her nest and doesn't start shit with flock mates once he's settled.

10. Bridget

Blue T-pattern feral cock

Rescue ($20)

This is the boy we found with a broken wing and foot on the sidewalk under an overpass.

He's healed entirely and though flighty and skittish, gets along very well with his flockmates.

Like Arco, he takes a mate, picks a nest, settles, and doesn't start shit.

He'd make an excellent foster or partner for a skittish rescue.

11. Scan

Pied ash red cock

Cherub x Tandy

Loft Bird ($30)

Scan is Cherub and Tandy's first hatch.

I was initially going to keep him, but his brother, Nimbus, has a better temperament.

Scan is a flamboyantly aggressive pain in the ass, constantly starting shit with established pairs to earn himself a spot in the hierarchy.

He'd likely mellow out with fewer birds, but isn't interested in being social with me, so I don't think he'd be the best house pet.

12. Acer

Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Acer's classification as a loft bird is maintained by technicality.

He has to come in after repeatedly attacking nestlings.

If he does it again with different ones when he goes out on Thursday, his status will be changed to Retired foe unusually severe aggression.

This seems to be a pattern developing in the Pippin x Cookie line...

Which is going to make the birds afflicted hard to place.

13. Bell

Blue T-pattern mixed hen

Pippin x Cookie

Loft Bird ($30)

Bell is the same intense degree of skittish as the rest of her siblings, but gets along well with her flock mates.

She has the best chance of them of being ok as a house bird, but she'd honestly be happiest either in a loft or with a bird friend.

14. Rusty

Pied Ash Red T-pattern mixed cock

Ginger x Danica

Curious ($40)

Rusty is an energetic boy with places to be and stuff to explore!

He occasionally lands on my shoulder or head, or hops briefly up into my lap

He isn't afraid of people, but not liking to hold still makes him hard to interact with.

He's very fun to watch, though, and would be a good match for any one who wanted an independent bird.

15. Checkers

Pied blue check mixed cock

Ginger x Danica

Loft Bird ($30)

Checkers is less interested in people than his brother, Rusty.

He's energetic, gorgeous, and fun to watch, and would make a lovely addition to a pet loft.

He probably wouldn't enjoy being a house bird unless he had a hen to interact with.

He's very combative with other cocks, and has not yet learned the virtue of "Don't start none, won't be none."

16. Frieda

Khaki tailmark mixed hen

Wukong x Suki

Comfortable ($50)

Frieda, though not super outgoing, is friendly in spite of her shyness.

She often gets up in my lap to loaf, but doesn't like being reached for, even with treats.

If you just want warm, quiet company while you read, watch videos, or do desk work, she'll be an excellent match for you.

17. Berry

Pied blue bar hen

Cherub x Tandy

Loft Bird ($30)

Berry is not remotely interested in hanging out with me. She isn't even curious.

She's not afraid by any stretch, she just would rather do literally anything but interact with me.

With lots of enrichment or another bird, she could be ok inside, or she'd make a pretty loft bird.

18. Shinobi

Black pied mixed hen

Leonard x Elliot

Comfortable ($50)

Like most of her siblings, Shinobi is friendly and interested in people, but too energetic to really hold still for long.

She is sweet and polite about taking treats when she feels like it.

She'd be quite happy as a house bird with lots of flight time.

19. Mote

Blue check mixed hen

Wukong x Suki

Curious ($40)

Mote is shy and reserved, but mostly seems overwhelmed by how many of her older and younger flockmates want to be in my lap or on my shoulders at any given time.

When my lap is free, she will usually hop up unto it and loaf for a bit.

She has a good chance of coming out of her shell as a house pet.

20. Tye

Pied tiger grizzle ash red cock

Ginger x Danica

Loft Bird ($30)

Tye is a drop dead gorgeous little man, the spit'n image of his father, Ginger.

He's not afraid of people, but literally everything else is more interesting.

Being a roller and tumbler mix, he's a delightfully acrobatic flier who is a joy to watch.

He'd be a striking addition to a pet loft, or, with enough enrichment or a friend provided, a great addition to a household.

21. Slate

Dirty, smoky blue bar mixed hen.

Satin x Chiffon

Interactive ($60)

Slate's brother, Cotta, is my new therapy prospect.

Slate is mellow and sweet tempered, happily accepts treats, and occasionally tries to play with my fingers like she would a stick.

She's quite happy to loaf in my lap and occasionally lets me stroke her little neck with a fingertip.

22. Flint

Blue check mixed cock

Nobu x Leela

Comfortable ($50)

Flint is a sweet little man that has started jumping into my lap at every opportunity, and often flailing his way up to loaf on my chest.

He accepts treats politely when he feels like it, but doesn't try to play with me yet.

I told y'all there were a TON of birds available. XD

I'll do my best to update this post as there are updates to make, but 22 is WAY more birds ready for homes than I'm really ok with having, especially with winter on the way.

It's my own fault for failing to advertise that they were available as soon as they became available.

Now I'm just going to have to wait before I can do any more rescue work or hatch peeps out for the people on my wait list.

Back to playing catch up...

[angstyclowns]

Please don’t let me go.

Part 2 to this! Thank you all so much for 2K followers!

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki did not lose. Not in battles, not in competitions, friendly or not, and he would not lose you.  He refused to. He would not let you go. He loved you too much. He was too selfish to let you go. He fucked up, he’d own that. He fucked up badly, though he wasn’t certain he knew how to fix it. He could hear your sobs throughout your den, making him whine. 

You hadn’t done anything but cry since those blasted words left his mouth and he was beginning (Pshh beginning, he always worried about you) to get scared.  Groaning, he shut off his phone, thanking any and every being out there an old friend of his was willing to take his shift (He had to send her a gift basket for her and Deku). His duffel landed on the ground with a thud before he was running to your guys room, opening the door with zero hesitation. You looked up to him with such heartbreak in your eyes. Fuck, his chest hurt. 

Katsuki was never good with words, you and him both knew this, but he still had to make it right. He had too. Fuck his eyes were stinging as he approached you, making him collapse onto his knees in front of your nest. You watched him, not saying anything. 

“Please, fuck I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Any of what I said. You don’t deserve it-deserve it. You deserve so much better than me- But I don’t want to let you go-” He was crying now, making you cry as well. You understood he was stressed, and you probably weren’t making it any better. Both of you were stressed and anxious and- fuck. 

This wasn’t healthy communication. You and him both knew it. You needed to fix this. With time you would. Right now though, right now you were focused on the arms wrapping around you, and thats all you would focus on for now. 

---

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to talk about with this upcoming pregnancy? This is a safe space.” 

Katsuki smirked at the therapist. playing with the ring on your finger as he held your hand. 

“What is there to say? I’m pumped. The Bakugou genes live on and I’ve got my pretty omega by my side.” 

While marriage counselling sounded terrible on paper, it wasn’t. It gave you both an outlet and coping mechanisms when hurdles appeared in your relationship, and made you both overall a lot happier. 

You purred as you leaned on your alpha, making the therapist smile. 

“As far as I’m concerned, I’m no longer needed here. You both seem to have impressive communication now, and I can’t see this changing when your pup arrives. Though, keep in mind when that time comes, you both will need to be top of your game.” 

You watched Katsuki nod, completely entranced by the therapists words. If you would’ve told yourself about this Katsuki a year ago, when your huge fight broke out, you would’ve laughed in your own face. But now, watching Katsuki work hard to prove he was the alpha you deserve?

Your heart fluttered and the butterflies in your tummy grew restless. While a pup would be a big challenge, you and Katsuki were ready for it. 

And he would be with you every step of the way. 

Shouto Todoroki

His choice was made before his subconscious even had the chance to boot up. His throat closed up and his phone was crushed in his palm when it tried dragging his attention from the fact at hand. It was dropped with little remorse as Shouto quickly ran in the same direction you did, stopping you from entering your guys room. You chirped in surprise when he turned you around, pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

You wanted to fight him but Shouto didn’t let you. He didn’t let you go when you squirmed, he only tightened his grip (Not hurting you). He didn’t know when it happened, but tears were starting to drip down his cheeks. 

Shouto didn’t get angry. But he got upset. He felt so guilty. Just seeing your heartbroken face replay on his mind was torture. Just knowing he had just did the same thing his father did to his mother. He was dismissing your worries and genuine concern because of his job. 

“I-I don’t see how messed up this is. But I want you to tell me- show me. I want to be a better alpha for you. Bonding you wasn’t and won’t ever be a mistake to me. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to. I want to know why it’s such a big deal.”

You broke down as Shouto held you, not finding the words to explain anything just yet. You would need time to do so, and he would give you that time. 

He just wanted to tell you he made his choice. 

In fact, there wasn’t much of a choice at all, and he hoped-- prayed-- you could feel that. 

---

“Shouto, we need you to start up the scenting again. You’re rep is dropping and-” His P.R. manager was halted with a finger, the half-and-half hero quickly dialing your number on a new-- not crushed-- phone.  

“Sho? Aren’t you at work? Why are you calling? Did something-”

“Scenting things that aren’t for you, thats a breech of privacy and demeans our relationship, right?” Shouto cut you off, sending a silent apology to you. 

You paused on the other end. “Yeah? We had this conversation a couple weeks ago. Are you okay?” 

He smiled. “Fine. Just reminding myself.”

You both said your quick goodbyes before Shouto turned to his P.R. manager. “My omega said no.” 

“Who cares what your omega thinks?! Your-”

“I’m nothing without my omega. I care what my omega thinks and what my omega says go. If her word isn’t enough then mine will be. I said no.” 

Silently, Shouto patted himself on the back as he turned, trying to leave for patrol. You would be proud of his newly shined spine. 

“Your-”

“Oh, before I forget. ” Shouto turned, facing the manager who was red with rage. It made him smirk. “You’re fired.” 

Keigo Takami

Patrol was rough. Brutal. He couldn’t focus. 

He had told you he was more important. He wasn’t. 

He was a broken shell of a man. Hawks was this fucking persona he put up, and in that moment those words came from him. Not the Keigo that you dug so hard for. Not the Keigo that you ached for late at night, just wanting to hold him in your arms. 

He was blurring the lines between Keigo and Hawks, with Hawks breaking through as the dominant. He didn’t want that. Not at all. He wanted Keigo to still be there. Be there for you. 

Fuck this. 

He was going to be there for you. Fuck the hero rankings. Fuck the commission. Fuck anything that kept him from you. 

Turning around, he ignored any calls of his name, soaring faster than he had all evening to get to you. He could see you through the windows of the balcony (You both lived on the top floor, enough enough ceiling to floor windows looked nice). You were looking ahead of you blankly, wrapped in one of his sweaters. Fuck you looked like you had gone through the ring. Hair messy and eyes blotchy. 

You didn’t even look over when he tumbled through the door, literally crawling to you. 

Keigo would admit he had never cried since he was six. He was twenty-three now. That was seventeen years. 

He would also admit he cried at your feet. Angry, painful sobs that rocked his body and made him hurt. He didn’t care though. He’d do it all for you.

He tried pleading that he was nothing without you. Hollow and empty. 

To be fair though, he wasn’t even certain he was doing anything other than incoherent babbles.   When your arms wrapped around him and allowed his wings to cocoon around you both, he figured he made some sense. 

For you, he’d go through all the pain seventeen years of hiding would bring him.

---

“Baby bird!” 

Keigo didn’t normally call out to you like he found himself doing, but recently, he’s found himself doing a lot of stuff he never imagined himself doing. 

Domestic life with you was such a nice feeling. 

Having you in his arms every morning, working with you as he got ready for work, watching you yourself get ready for your day. Just you. 

You were perfect in everyway and it made his chest tighten with love every time he saw you. 

You turned the corner with a smile, waving to him before gesturing for him to follow. He did so with a quirked brow, following you to one of the ex-guest rooms. You were giddy, bouncing slightly in your place with your scent so happy and boisterous it made Keigo purr. 

When you decided he wasn’t moving fast enough, you ran back, pulling him forward and into the nursery. His son was laying there, fast asleep in a makeshift mini-nest, bright red wings wrapped around himself as a blanket. 

You cooed and held onto Keigo, watching as your alpha picked up your son, holding him to his chest. The young boy merely ruffled his feathers, quickly recognizing the scent and nuzzling into his dad’s chest. 

While he went through seventeen years of pain in the span of two, he had you by his side. And now, he had his son. His son which you had gifted him. 

He didn’t know what he was thinking back then, but truly no one was more important than you. 

And he would take that with him until the day he dies.

[starkerscoop]

Hi,

You are an amazing person and seeing you on my dash is always a joy!

Because I just had a really good news, I would propose the following:

- After weeks/months of stressful waiting Peter and Tony finally receives a good news. They celebrate. ( it can be : waiting for adoption to pass, a clean health bill or whatever you want!)

Lots of love

-A

Thank you so much! For this kind message, and for the prompt. I'm happy about your good news ❤ I hope you like the fic

-

When Peter came home from work, the first thing he asked his husband was:

“Did the letter arrive?”

The answer was the same one he’d received for the past few months. A short, resounding ‘no’. He and Tony had been waiting for the MIT acceptance letter to arrive—perhaps with more nerves than their son—ever since Harley had applied to the school. He’d applied to other schools in case MIT fell through, but the family of three was confident that he’d get in and follow in his fathers’ footsteps, the way he’d wanted to since he was five.

Peter never asked about the letter in front of Harley. He didn’t want to give him the impression that he was doubting his ability to get accepted. He was excited, nervous, and afraid all at once. His only child was going to leave soon, and Peter wasn’t sure he could handle the change. He’d grown attached to having his son within arm’s reach throughout the past eighteen years.

He wasn’t the only one. Late at night, when Harley was fast asleep and couldn’t hear them, he and Tony would whisper amongst themselves about the future that was approaching them at breakneck speed. Tony was worried over how he would handle Harley being so far away, and whether Harley would manage to adapt to his new surroundings. Though he would be proud of him for getting accepted into any college, and had envisioned him at MIT after Harley had decided that he wanted to go there, he would be happier if Harley stayed in New York.

Maybe his attachment to his son wasn’t healthy, maybe it was. All he knew was that his baby was about to leave the nest, and he’d never felt such pride and misery in equal amounts.

Tony swept his lover into his arms, greeting him with a kiss. “I’m sure it’ll come soon.”

“I know it will,” Peter sighed, tucking himself against his chest. “I just don’t want Harley to keep stressing about it.”

Tony hummed in agreement. “Tell me about your day. Harley’s out with his friends, but he’ll be home soon and then we can have dinner.”

It wasn’t long until Harley came home. He’d taken to spending less time with his friends as of late, and it was clear that he was doing so to spend more time with his parents before he had to leave. It was a welcomed change, and one that Peter and Tony appreciated beyond belief.

They were curled up on the couch, Tony’s arm slung over Peter’s shoulders, when Harley entered the living room and silently joined them. He leaned into Peter’s side, who tugged him closer until he was laying on his and Tony’s laps. Tony’s left hand drifted to his hair, mindlessly combing through it, and Harley relaxed under the ministrations.

“I got my letter today,” he said, breaking the silence.

Tony and Peter traded surprised looks.

“I didn’t see it in the mail,” Tony brought up.

Harley gave him a small smile. “I know. I took it out before you came home. I know you guys wanted to be with me when I opened it, but I didn’t want you to feel disappointed if I didn’t get in. I wanted to know first.”

“We wouldn’t be disappointed, Harls,” Peter assured him.

Harley shrugged. “You both went to MIT. I don’t want to break that tradition.”

“Your father’s right.” Tony gave his hair a ruffle. “You could go anywhere, or not go to college at all, and we’d support you all the same.”

Harley sat up from their laps, moving so he’d be cozied up between them instead, and engulfing himself in their familiar warmth. Tony and Peter wrapped their arms around him, letting him feel their love in the way he was most comfortable with.

“Thanks, Dad.” Harley paused. “I did get in, by the way.”

“That’s amazing!” Peter’s eyes watered, and he tightened his grasp on him, happiness radiating from every inch of his body.

Tony’s smile lines deepened. “I’m so proud of you, honey.”

Harley squirmed out of their hold. “Okay, okay, please don’t start crying. I can’t deal with that.”

Peter laughed, and it came out shaky, overwhelmed as he was with all his emotions. “We need to go out and celebrate.”

“Pete, most places are closed by now,” Tony pointed out.

“And we’re the Starks. Might as well use that privilege.”

Tony relented. “Well, it’s not every day your son is accepted into MIT.”

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

This has been sitting in my drafted posts for a while. I don’t remember writing it but I’m posting it. Mini fic. Patton-centric angst, tw’s in tags.

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The Sides had come to an understanding that because living in nostalgia is not good for Thomas, Patton should not be in his room that often.

Of course, when he realized that it was hurting Thomas he changed his behavior. He packed his most necessary items and left. However in reality, visiting your own room twice a week on average is not the most practical way to live. Especially when you are an imaginary figure who is confined to that room and a neutral ground. He needed a place to sleep. The other sides were happy to help him, especially because it meant Thomas would be happier as a result.

At first it was nice! He got to see the other Sides more often and usually they would let him stay in their rooms. These sleepovers let him help and bond with everyone and for a while he was happy. On nights where nobody could take him in, there was always a welcoming nest of pillows and blankets waiting on the futon in the living room. He would often wake up to the smell of the coffee machine brewing and the pleasant, loving chatter from the other sides.

It didn’t last forever, of course.

With the wedding came Patton ruining his relationship with almost every side. They are rightfully angry at him, they hate him, and he knows he deserves it. He shares their loathing. He knows he doesn’t deserve to ask the other Sides for a place to sleep at night. They deserve space from a manipulator and monster. He also knows that just because there is nowhere to go does not mean he can return to staying in his room constantly. He can’t hurt Thomas any more than he already has.

For the first few nights he stayed on the futon, but it wasn’t a permanent solution. Even though he was a fool and an idiot, Patton could read the room well enough to know nobody was happy to see him when they woke up anymore. It didn’t take much to make up his mind. Janus said that Patton needed to give Thomas some room to breathe after all. He took that mountain of comfort items from the living room and set up a new space in the last room he could think of.

The bathroom in the community area of the mindscape was very rarely ever used. The last time he had been there was when Virgil had been known as Anxiety and a particularly nasty anxiety attack left him hiding. Patton went after the kiddo and helped him return to reality. The space was dim, small, and smelled of mildew. The space had a lock. It made sense the frightened kiddo took sanctuary in there, and now it was his turn. The only change were the blankets and pillows in the tub, which Patton slept in.

Nobody knocked on the door. Why use the dinghy bathroom that reflects what Thomas has in his apartment when they could just imagine a luxury bathroom in their own room at will? The other sides had no reason to be confined to the Common Area like Patton was.

So there Patton sat in the old bathroom. His new life now consists of looking forward to those rare moments where Patton was allowed to stay in his actual room. Sometimes Thomas visited family or just saw an old movie and he would eagerly follow those memories like a shark who smells blood in the water. He never liked how dull the bathroom is. It’s silent, too humid, and the stray memory of finding spiders in the bathtub keeps him from sleeping too well at night. On the nights he does sleep, Patton wakes up with aches and pains. It could be a consequence of getting older, but he knows sleeping in a tub that he can’t even fully stretch in does not help his neck, shoulders, back, and hips.

What he actually does consists of laying down in hope to ease the pain, monitoring Thomas, attempting to loose himself on the internet, listening through the thin walls to be sure nobody is in the kitchen when he sneaks food, and wondering if Logan was lying to him when he said that things can get better. It gets boring. He feels like he’s living the same day over and over again on the days he even feels alive. Even though he keeps an eye on Thomas, he rarely gives his input as Morality anymore. He needed to give his whole some space. Knowing that Thomas is doing fine gives him more ease then anything else. That knowledge keeps him holding his tongue and him from ducking out.

Patton wishes he didn’t feel like a outsider inside a mind he was a part of. He wishes he didn’t feel like a monster or failure even on his best days. He wishes that maybe one day he will be worth of forgiveness and affection, that maybe he can call himself a dad again. He wishes he was allowed to rot away in his room surrounded by memories and stuffed animals instead of alone in a bathroom.

Patton however stays quiet, watching through Thomas’ eyes in hope for another scrap of happiness. These days it really is the only thing he lives for.

[spookysquish13]

**NOTE: I got locked out of my old account (spookysquishsworld) and am reposting all of my old writings**

“BEEP BEEP SIX FEET OR YOULL FEEL THE HEAT ” is something JJ would for sure say

- Down oceans ahead

Originally I saw this from @Outerbxrafe  doing a Quarantine with Rafe. My love of JJ made me do one with him.

-You made JJ go get clothes and anything he needed from his dads when all of this started. You guys are already attached to the hip so it made sense to have him with you.

- whatever JJ needed you bought for him, because both of you werent working but you had some savings.  You knew he probably had none.

- you both haven’t drank or smoked anything in a long time, you both went through your stash the first month and there wasn’t any extra money to get a new stash. JJ  was okay with that. He couldn’t have been any happier then to spend every day all day with you. In a loving home and at peace.

JJ started burning incense all of the time because of course he needs the musky smell.

- you started off by making breakfast for both of you

- JJwanted to learn how to cook for you

-every morning JJ gets up with you to learn how to cook.

-JJ always with you when you are cooking

always taste testing things you make

JJ perfected the coffee you like and you won’t ever go back to expensive coffees

He kept everything very clean because he loved this home and wanted to keep it nice

You did laundry together and did your sheets weekly because of how much they were being used now.

JJ ends up wrapping both of you into warm blankets every night, putting them into the dryer every night.

Blankets in dryer tea a movie and popcorn became your nightly routine

-Sex and smutty things were your primary excercise and activity for the first month and then it turned out JJ just wanted to love you and hold you.

JJ watched all of Netflix and Hulu and Prime and Disney by the third month. Whenever you go to the store you pick out some movies from the dollar bins, surprising JJ with some bad movies and some good ones you would have never tried before this

Both of you will cuddle for hours, someones phone plugged in watching tiktok.

JJ convinced you to try to dance with him, never recording but just being silly

JJ actually started filming some of the candid moments between both of you so he could hold onto the sweet memories of being completely happy and blissful.

Halfway through the first month you both adopted a kitty for your apartment and they are both attached to the hip.

The kitty follows JJ verywhere and will only sleep when JJ is holding them.

You both facetime all of the crew every day to make sure they have everything they need.

JJ will go to the store with you just to make sure people dont take advantage of you and so he could watch what people do around you.

JJ will call everyone on the way to the store to see if anyone needs anything.

JJ makes a bath for both of you weekly, making sure to have some self care time.

Aside from weekly baths together you shower separately. You always watch JJ get out of the shower, you cant believe how incredibly handsome he is.

Both you and JJ have never been happier in your entire lives.

JJ would make you picnics for the backyard with the left over foods from previous meals.

JJ would start thinking of ways to surprise you. Making the bed before bedtime, making little nests on the floor. Stringing up lights and making everything feel cozy and warm.

[irrlicht-writes]

the path we choose to walk on Pt.2

Part 2 of my Fix-It! Do note that this is NOT THE END. There will be at least one more part (god hope please) @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @insertdeeplyrics @cass-said-i-love-you ALSO SOMEONE WANNA JOIN MY TAG LIST STILL 

READ PART ONE FIRST HERE

Ao3

PART 2: a barn in which we meet

Sam is ecstatic. Eileen just revealed to him that she’s pregnant. Dean has been waiting to see Sam’s reaction and he couldn’t be happier. He’s moved out of their place a month ago and is now living in a rather crappy apartment but he’s always over at their house anyway.

I’m gonna be an uncle, Cas.

It feels weird but Sam is so happy. Sam hugs him and Dean makes sure to tell him that he’s gonna be a great Dad. Of course, Dean is going to be a greater Uncle, no two questions about it. Eileen laughs at them and it feels good to have a family. Miracle barks and Dean laughs to include the dog in the hug.

Cas would be proud of him. Dean has a job. It’s not a great job, but it’s a job outside the life. In time, he’ll make friends, too.

 “He kissed you?” Sam asks three months later and Dean nods.

“What was it like?”

Dean shakes his head. He doesn’t know. David had been flirting with him for about two months now and Dean wants to explore this side of him, it’s just – it’s just difficult. He feels as if he’s done a disservice to Cas.

“It wasn’t Cas,” he says and Sam nods.

“I know, Dean, but – Cas is gone. Don’t you think he’d want you to be happy?”

Of course Cas would want that. Cas would want Dean to get a partner. Cas would want someone in Dean’s life that would do everything the angel had never been able to do – but it still feels wrong. It’s not Cas. Maybe that will be the fault with everyone: they will never be Cas.

“Go on a date with him,” Sam says, “just to see what it’s like. If you don’t like it, then stop it, yeah? But give him a chance, at least. He’s not a creeper, right?”

No, David is nice. Under different circumstances, Dean might’ve even liked him.

“We’ll see,” Dean replies and they both know that nothing will come of it.

It’s not Cas.

 Eileen was eight months pregnant when Sam found a case. “Something’s killing monsters,” he says.

Normally, Dean wouldn’t be too concerned with this – monsters could kill other monsters for all he cared but this – whatever it was, it killed too many too quickly. It would make whole nests mad and then they’d beseech the town.

Dean doesn’t want Sam to go, not so shortly before the birth of his daughter but he can’t go alone, either. So they’re going to go together. If everything goes well, they don’t have to kill something. After all, whatever monster-killer is out there might not be aware of the impact of what they’re doing.

“Let’s go, then,” Dean says.

Eileen is upset about staying behind but she knows it’s better this way. “You look out for him,” she says to Dean and he laughs.

“With my life,” he promises.

 It feels good to take the Impala on a long stretch again. Miracle stayed behind with Eileen and it’s just him and his little brother on the road. It almost feels like the old times. They were rushing in to save the day, heroes once more.

Cas would be proud of them.

“Know anything about that monster-killer?”

“No,” Sam says. “But get this: all the killings happen in the same place, suggesting that it’s not moving around. In fact, it might even be that the other monsters seek it out for whatever reason so maybe it’s acting in self-defense?”

Dean just nods. That might be possible.

A long time ago, he believed that all monsters were evil. But he’d been wrong. They were also just trying to survive. If they were good, they got to live. And if they were bad, they got dead. If one would look at it from this angle, it wouldn’t be that complicated at all.

 It doesn’t take long to arrive at the scene. No humans have come to harm as of yet, so there’s no need to identify as the FBI again. They could just get in and get out.

“We don’t know what we’re dealing with,” Sam warns him and Dean nods. He’s not suicidal. He has his gun and he also has his angel blade. He’d be fine. Castiel’s coat is in the trunk. Dean took it with him wherever he went. He would never be too old for a comfort blanket.

It’s a barn. Somehow, Dean was expecting this. He looks around. There are no monsters than he can hear so he hopes that they’ve come at a good time. The trees though – they look odd. They are all bended outwards as if a bomb had dropped.

“Where are the bodies?”

“Maybe whoever is killing them gets rid of them after?”

Sam shrugs, and Dean mimics him. It doesn’t really matter, either.

“Stay behind me,” Dean says and Sam scoffs. He steps up next to Dean and looks at him.

“Together,” he says and Dean smiles.

 They don’t get attacked when they enter. Maybe they’re not a threat to that thing. The barn has numerous holes in the ceiling so at least a little light is shining through. They cautiously walk further in. Dean is expecting an attack any second and the longer time goes on, the more anxious he gets. He just doesn’t want the monster to jump out of the dark and attack Sam. What would he tell Eileen? Dean is still crap at Sign Language.

There is a loud, and yet muffled sound and Dean points his gun at it. He looks over to Sam who just nods and Dean takes the lead. There. He can see it, nestled against the wall. It’s a blob that looks vaguely human-shaped. Its hand is outstretched but the arm is shaking and the thing looks like it’s covered in goo.

Dean lowers his gun. Whatever it is, it’s afraid. Sam steps up next to him, also putting his gun away.

“Hey,” Sam starts in a soft tone and the thing flinches, “we’re not here to hurt you.”

The hand stays outstretched for a moment but then the arm gets lowered. The poor thing is shaking.

“My name is Sam,” the thing moves a little, “and I’m here with my brother Dean.”

There is a low keening noise and Dean doesn’t know what to make of it.

“We want to help you, if we can.”

The thing falls forward on all fours and drags itself closer to them. Whatever the goo is, it clings tightly to the body and Dean feels sorry for whatever’s underneath. The thing has to stop every few inches, clearly exhausted. Dean feels for whatever it is. It starts punching its hand into the ground and Dean realises that it’s writing something down.

Where, it says.

“You’re in Kansas,” he replies and the thing turns in his direction. It shakes and Dean thinks it’s just about to collapse. How long has it been here, weighed down by this goo? How long has it waited for someone like Sam and Dean to show up?

“Hey,” he says a little softer. “We’re going to get that stuff off of you and then we can talk, like civilised people, yeah?”

The thing’s head droops a little and Dean finds it very endearing. It looks almost like a head tilt. “Okay, so,” he starts but then there are noises outside. Dean realises instantly that more monsters have come.

“Sammy,” he hisses but Sam is already in position. Dean stays close to Goo who’s heaving a little. Dean doesn’t understand why he wants to protect Goo but he finds he simply has to.

Seven guys trot in and Dean guesses that they might be Vampires. Damn, he’s packed the wrong bullets. Still, shooting them would slow them down for a moment so that he could stab them with the knife. It’s easy to slip back into the Killer Dean Winchester and he hates it. What would Cas have to say about all this?

“Ah, the Winchesters! I had believed you had retired. So sad to see I was wrong. But no worry – me and my friends will gladly help you along!”

Damn he hates vampires. They just fucking suck.

“Oh yeah? So how about you eat... this...”

They just exploded. In front of his eyes, they just exploded in a flash of light and Dean looks down at Goo. His hand his outstretched, just like before and something coils in Dean’s stomach. It couldn’t be. No, that’s just ridiculous.

Sam’s looking over at them too but Dean pays him no mind because – because Goo just slumps to the ground and Dean’s heart sinks. No. No no no no no no. Please don’t. He drops his gun and falls to the floor, grabbing Goo and lifting him up. He doesn’t care that he gets the ugly sticky stuff all over himself.

“Cas,” he whispers but Goo doesn’t reply. “Please, please. Cas, please.”

  With Sam’s help, they get Goo into the car. In the back of his head, Dean isn’t looking forward to having to clean Baby from this stuff but he doesn’t really mind. If this is Cas – it has to be, it has to be – he doesn’t care at all. He slides in the backseat and Sam drives towards the nearest motel. Dean shrugs off his jacket and puts it around Goo’s shoulders, hoping to at least fool the majority of people into thinking that this was just another normal person. And if they didn’t – well they are very welcome to lick his boots.

Sam walks into the reception area of this Motel 5 and Dean tries to wake up Goo again but he’s still out like a light.

“Cas,” he says. “Cas, I’ve missed you so much. Please. Please, be real.”

His voice doesn’t sound like his own.

 Together, they drag Goo into their room. Without stopping, they immediately continue on into the bathroom. There’s no tub, sadly – Sam had inquired – so the shower would have to do. They shove Goo inside and turn the warm water on. Dean doesn’t want to use cold water. Cas doesn’t deserve cold water.

“It doesn’t come off,” Dean says and Sam clenches his jaw. Why isn’t it coming off? Dean’s breath starts to pick up until Sam puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Breathe,” he reminds his brother and so Dean takes a deep breath. He nods and Sam turns the water off. The get Goo back out of the shower and haul him into the main room. They lay him upon a bed and Dean sits next to him. Sam gets on his phone, presumably to call Eileen and let her know what’s up.

“Cas,” Dean says quietly. “Please. If it’s you, then please – please give me a sign.”

There is nothing and Dean loses hope. But then he sees a small light flicker in the middle of Goo and Dean’s desperate enough to take it.

“Cas,” he says again and puts his hand on Goo’s face. “I’m here, baby. Tell me how to help you. Please. I need you back, Cas. I can’t – I’ve tried. Cas, I’ve tried to do it without you and I’m fine, y’know but it’s not – it’s not enough, y’know?

There’s this guy. David. He’s nice, yeah? He kissed me a few months ago and – I don’t know. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t – it wasn’t you. But I wanted to try. You’d want me to be happy, to find a partner that’ll love me and – I wanted to try. So I asked him out, Cas. He’s a nice guy. He makes jokes and he likes Baby and he likes Pizza and he even indulges me on my cowboy fetish. Remember when I made you wear that hat? Those were good times, Cas. Anyway, I – we, we had, uh... we had sex. It was just one time, but well, it – I don’t know. It wasn’t bad, I think – I don’t really know, I’ve never done it before, but – it was alright. It was just okay and I’ve told him as much and he looked at me and said you’re still in love with someone else and fuck, Cas, he’s right. I tried to use David as this filler, to try and get over you before I was ready and I –

Fuck, Cas. I love you. I can’t get over you; how do I even start? I think about you every day. Did you hear my prayers? I’ve never stopped. I thought, that maybe, if I pray enough, that you’d hear me someday.”

Dean leans forward and presses his forehead against Goo. It feels gross, but this is Cas.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough last time. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to bring you back. You deserve more than me and I’ll never understand why your dumb ass fell in love with me. Jack became God, y’know? You were right about him. I’m just – I’m so sad you’ll never get to experience the world now. You should’ve gotten the chance to say good-bye to him and I... I...

Cas, please. Come back to me.

I – I know I can live without you. It’ll be empty and cold and sad, but I could. The point is, Cas, I don’t want to. I don’t want to live somewhere where you do not. Even if we can’t go back to the way things were, I need to know – I need to know that you’re alive.

What’s Heaven without its best angel?

What’s the Righteous Man without his saviour?

...

Cas, please. I don’t... I don’t have any other words.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I want to tell you.

I want to hold your hand and I want to kiss your hair and I want to be gross with you and I...

I just want you.

I just...

Please. Cas. Please...”

His throat hurts, and he cries.

*

At night, Dean lies next to Goo. He’s holding Goo’s hand as much as he can and he sleeps. He’s never got to sleep in the same bed as Cas before. He wishes that they would’ve had more opportunities before but it was too late now.

I’ll watch over you.

Dean wishes he could’ve watched over Castiel at least one time.

 Dean wakes by someone shaking him rapidly. He doesn’t want to wake up. Miracle can walk herself. He’s dreaming about Cas walking in a field. He doesn’t want to leave the dream. But the shaking doesn’t stop. So he rolls on his back and blinks angrily at whoever woke him. Sam.

Of course it’s fucking Sam.

“Dean,” he breathes and he there’s this look in his eyes. He’s looking next to Dean and so Dean turns his head and –

“Cas,” he whispers.

Goo is gone and all that’s left is Cas.

Dean cries.

He can’t stop. He doesn’t even try.

 Cas doesn’t really respond to anything when he wakes up. But Dean doesn’t care. Cas is here. Cas is alive. He’s slapped himself several times just to make sure that he was really awake. It’s hard to pry Dean away from Cas even just for a minute.

Sam is worried that Cas is so unresponsive to anything and on some level, Dean is too, but at the moment, he doesn’t care.

“Cas,” is the only thing Dean is really capable of saying and every time he does, he feels like Cas’ eyes snap in his direction at least a little. That’s good, right? That’s some sort of response and that’s good. They’ll figure it out. They always do. Team Free Will was together again and they could tackle everything.

One day after Goo turned into Cas, they made the drive back home. Dean lets Sam drive so that he can stay in the backseat with Cas. It feels so good to have his angel leaning against him. Dean had detested it, but they’ve done a test: they’ve cut Cas with the angel blade and there had been grace shimmering beneath the surface.

On the way home, Dean murmurs to Cas constantly and he wants to believe that the angel can understand him. And even if he can’t – he just wants to talk to Cas. He can’t even count the days since he’s last been so happy.

“I love you,” he whispers again and again and maybe, just maybe, Cas moves his head every time he says it.

 They decide that Cas would stay at Dean’s apartment. Sam had been debating if Cas shouldn’t maybe stay with him and Eileen – after all they had a whole house. But they’d be having a baby pretty soon. Dean was able to devote himself to Cas entirely. And most importantly, Dean doesn’t want to stay away from Cas for any amount of time. He’s utterly convinced that Cas reacted to his voice in the car. Yes, maybe it had been just a coincidence but Dean needs to believe that there is more to it. Cas loves him. He loves Cas.

“Just be careful, Dean,” Sam had said while Dean clutched Cas to his chest. “If anything happens, call me.”

Dean had nodded and ascended the stairs.

Castiel is lying on his couch for most of the day. Dean wants to believe that Cas watches him. He enjoys this – being watched by Cas. It had been too long. He couldn’t stop smiling because he’s happy.

Cas is alive. Cas is here.

It’s like a dream come true.

At night, Cas lies in bed next to him and Dean presses soft kisses against his temple. He doesn’t dare do more and he’s content like this. He holds Castiel’s hand the entire night and if he wishes hard enough he can imagine that Castiel squeezes his hand back.

 “Dean,” Castiel says and Dean cries.

Castiel doesn’t speak again but Dean can’t stop crying.

 “Sam just called,” Dean informs Cas who is lying on the couch. Cas’ eyes flicker to him, half-understanding. “Eileen just went into labour. I wanna go there, Cas, I wanna meet my niece. Do you... do you want to come?”

He’s not expecting a response. He always wants one, but he never expects it.

“I,” Castiel says and his voice is terribly hoarse but Dean drops the phone nonetheless.

“Want,” Castiel keeps on saying before he hacks up an ugly cough. Dean cries and rushes over to him.

Cas looks at him with tired eyes, but he sees him, he looks at him, he’s here –

“Anything you want, baby,” Dean whispers. “Anything you want.”

 The nurses tell Dean that Sam and Eileen are inside but that he’s not allowed to go in. They were nice enough to give him a wheelchair for Cas – as much as Dean loves to pretend he’s a strong macho man, Cas is still six feet tall and really fucking heavy.

“They’re just inside there,” Dean says to Cas who’s looking at the floor. “Sam’s gonna be a dad.”

He can scarcely believe it himself. Sammy’s going to be a dad.

“Father,” Castiel says and Dean smiles. This is good. This is so good. Castiel can hear him and he can even respond.

“I’m so proud of you, Cas.”

Castiel looks at him with his big, blue, unblinking eyes. He frowns. Fuck, Dean had missed him so much.

“Jack,” he says and tries to look around.

“He’s God now, Cas. It’s like you always said – he’s destined for great things.”

Cas looks a bit upset.

“Goodbye,” he rasps and his eyes become frantic. “Where,” he says and starts coughing.

Oh god, no no no no. Cas is coughing up the same black goo he had been covered with.

“Cas, Cas, baby, please,” Dean whines.

Cas’ whole body shakes and Dean can tell that he’s trying to reign the coughs in. His good, pure, strong angel. Cas looks up at Dean, heaving heavily with tears in his eyes.

Dean presses kisses on his face – his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin.

“So good. You’re so good. We’ll fix this. I promise. We’ll fix this, together. I’m not letting you go. I’m never letting you go again, Cas.”

“Dean,” Cas says quietly and slumps against him. Dean can feel him breathing and he wraps his arms around him.

“I love you,” Dean says and Cas presses his forehead against Dean’s neck.

*

It takes ten hours, but then Dean officially becomes an uncle. Castiel had been asleep for a good amount of time, but at least he hasn’t coughed again. Of course, Dean is a bit worried about the sleeping but he’ll figure that out. All that matters is that he’s got Cas by his side and that he’s now got a little baby girl to spoil.

Once he gets the clear, he rolls Cas into the room and Sam and Eileen both look tired but also so, so happy. They light up even more when they see Cas.

“Cas,” Sam says and smiles at him. Cas looks up at Sam and blinks slowly.

“Sam,” he replies hoarsely.

Sam looks to Dean in utter disbelief and Dean can just smile. “Show us the baby, yeah?”

Eileen moves the blanket aside a bit so that they can take a look at the little bundle of joy. Her face is all scrunched up and she’s just adorable.

“Sammy, are you sure she’s really your daughter?”

Sam shoves him playfully. “You’re such a dick.”

“Baby,” Cas says and Eileen smiles at him.

“Do you want to hold her?”

It doesn’t seem like Cas understands at first, but then he nods. He raises his arms and Eileen places her daughter in them without a second thought. Both Sam and Dean are ready to interfere in case Cas’ arms would not be steady enough to hold the baby but it turns out they needn’t have worried.

“Hello,” Cas says to the child who wiggles a bit in his arms.

“Her name’s Maria,” Sam supplies and Castiel slowly nods.

“Maria,” he says. He slowly puts a finger on her tiny nose. His finger glows and Dean worries. What’s going on?

Cas looks at Eileen but he doesn’t move to give the baby back. Eileen just looks at him, then she slowly nods and smiles. She signs something and Cas turns his head to Sam.

“Fix,” he says. “Heart.”

“She... she has a heart problem?”

Castiel shakes his head. “Not... not anymore. I. I fix. I. Take. I...,” he closes his eyes in strain. “It’s gone now. They. Would. They would not have. Noticed. It’s small. But I. I took it.” His voice sounds like it pains him greatly. He slumps in his chair a bit but holds Maria tight.

“Dean,” he says and Dean’s by his side in a flash. “I want. I want to see Jack.”

 *

 When they are back at home, Dean prays to Jack. Cas fell asleep in the car as soon as they started driving back home and he hasn’t woken up since. But he also hasn’t coughed again which is probably a good sign.

“Hey, Jack,” Dean says, looking out the window. He’s put Cas into bed and is sitting next to him. The soft breathing behind him calms Dean and he wouldn’t move away from it for the world.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but we got Cas back. I don’t know how, if you were involved or not and if you can even hear me, but – he’s back, Jack. Cas is back.”

It still sounds like a dream.

“And he – Jack, he wants to see you. He didn’t get to say good-bye, y’know? He really misses you and, Jack, he’s – he’s sick or something. We found him covered in some black goo – you know, it kinda looked the Empty Goo thing, but I don’t – the goo is gone now, but he’s weak and he was coughing that stuff up earlier today and – I just... Jack, please come here. Fix him? He deserves it, yeah? So... just please, when you have a moment off from being God, could you... just pop in?”

Dean isn’t expecting Jack to instantly appear in the room, but – he somehow is. He sighs and turns around to Castiel fully. He’s sleeping peacefully and Dean smiles. He takes Cas’ hand and softly strokes the skin.

Miracle miracles herself into the bedroom and sniffs at Cas extensively. Cas doesn’t react to her but Dean smiles at the dog. He isn’t even sure if Cas knows that there’s a dog here. Miracle clearly doesn’t know what to make of the strange new man yet and Dean can’t blame her.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, girl,” he says and Miracle huffs. She looks at him expectantly. Dean laughs.

“But this is Cas, yeah? They guy I told you about. The guy that died? I’m sorry, girl. I’ll make it up to you when he’s better. And he’s getting better, he just needs a little more time, yeah? So... how about you help? If we both shower him with love, then he’ll get back on his feet even quicker, yeah? And then all three of us can go on a walk together.”

At the word “walk”, Miracle perked up and started wagging her tail. She then proceeds to climb up on the bed and snuggle up to Cas as if she had actually understood Dean. And he has a pretty good feeling that she actually had. Dean laughed and lays down himself, intertwining his fingers with Cas. His niece had just been born, Cas had been incredibly responsive today and everything would work out.

They just need a little more time.

A little more time, and then all of them could sit a table together, enjoying a family dinner.

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Practicing Too Late

I turned toward the nearby table, setting my paintbrush and palette on the splattered drop cloth. My back ached from reaching and stretching to paint the palm leaves on the top of the trees. The nursery in Nick’s house was halfway finished, but I was almost finished with the beach scene in the one in Matt’s place. I sighed, kneading my fingers along my spine.

           We’d found out that we were having a girl a few weeks ago, and both Matt and Nick were happier than I’d ever seen them. They’d cried as they looked at the grainy grey and white image on the screen in the doctor’s office. There was one copy of the photos on the fridge in each house. Sometimes I would walk in and find them sitting together, one of the photos in front of them, whispering about the little girl that was coming into our lives.

           When they left on a new loop, they took the pictures with them. I could only imagine how often they pulled those out and stared at them on those nights in the hotel and the long road trips. The thought made me smile.

           I made my way out of the nursery and down the hallway. I could feel our baby girl shifting and stretching as I walked. She was becoming more active the further along we went. She was shaping up to be a healthy, active child.

           There was a faint, mumbled noise bleeding from Matt’s living room. They’d been home from the most recent loop for just over a day and, unsurprisingly, they’d slept for the first seventeen hours. Between the time difference and the long flight back from Japan, they were exhausted. I couldn’t blame them.

           When I turned the corner into the living room, I couldn’t help but grin lopsidedly. Nick sat on the sofa, his glasses on and a hair tie between his teeth. Matt sat on the floor between his knees with his phone in his hand. The garbled noise was coming from the phone, a video playing.

           I leaned against the wall, watching them quietly to see what they were up to.

Nick

           I could do a lot of things, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever master this. I couldn’t keep one bit separated from another. The video Matt had up on his phone made it look easy, but it really wasn’t.

           “Ow!” Matt grunted as I tried to start over. “You’re not trying to yank it out!”

           “I’m sorry!” I replied around the hair band in my teeth. “It’s not as easy as she’s making it out to be.”

           Matt growled and backed the video up. The voice over began again as a pair of hands started working with a stylist’s head. “Let’s begin simple,” she said. “Brush the hair out and pull it together at the nape of the neck. Then split it into three equal sections.”

           I brushed my brother’s hair back and pulled it together in my hand. With the other, I pulled the hair tie out of my teeth. “Is this as weird to you as it is to me?”

           “Dude, you have no idea.” He laughed and held the phone up so I could see it.

           I carefully separated his hair into three sections, holding one in each hand with the third hanging in the middle. “Okay, let me see what happens next.”

           The video started up again, and I did my best to follow along as she wrapped and twisted the sections around each other. I tried, but couldn’t get it. My fingers were too big or they were getting in the way or I was just stupid and couldn’t do it at all. Matt’s hair looked less like a braid and more like a knot had been tied in it.

           “I’m useless at this,” I grunted, throwing my hands up. “You’re going to have to do it. I’ll tie shoes, clean up poop and vomit, but I’m not going to be able to braid hair.”

Matt

           I switched off YouTube and opened up my camera app, trying to see what Nick had done. My scalp ached, and I was pretty sure there were strands of hair yanked from my head and spilling over the sofa cushions. When I turned my head, I couldn’t help but laugh. Nick wasn’t lying. He was useless at this.

           “Well, I don’t understand the video either. You’d think with hair like ours we would have learned how to this a long time ago.” I reached back and tried to undo the knots and tangles my brother had wound into my hair. A headache had taken root across my forehead from how tight he’d pulled and twisted. “Jesus, we should have just called Mom. Or DJ.”

           I turned to find Nick twisting and flexing his fingers. He stretched them out, interlocking them and pushing them until they popped angrily. He sighed and threw his head against the back of the sofa cushions.

           “Maybe we should just get Y/N to teach us how to do this.”

           “That’s not the point,” I grunted. “This is supposed to be a surprise for her. We’re going to be girl dads. Don’t you think this is something that we should be able to do before the baby’s born?”

           Nick planted his feet on the floor. “We could tell a little fib. That we want to know how to do it for shows.”

           I rolled my eyes. “And then she’ll point out that we have hair people for that. Besides, Nick, she’s smarter than the two of us put together—she’ll figure it out in half a second.”

           “Call Mom?”

***

           I watched them, my hands folded over my stomach as they tried to learn to braid. My heart skipped a beat, warmth rushing through me. I felt the soft push and stretch of our little girl’s foot against my fingers and smiled. She was livelier by the day, stretching and shifting inside me. I loved her so desperately even now. Even knowing that she was still so far away.

           Before I could stop myself, I turned the corner. Nick looked up, guilt rushing over his features for half a second. His blue eyes were lively and bright, crisp in a way that reminded me of the morning sky in winter. A smile chased its way over his face as he unfolded himself from the sofa and crossed the room toward me. His arms slid around me and lifted me from the ground.

           “You have paint on your cheek,” he said, bumping his nose against mine. He smiled even broader and ghosted his lips playfully over mine.

           I laughed and threw my arms around his neck. “Of course I do. I’m short and palm trees are tall.”

           Matt stood up from the floor, still trying to pull the knots and tangles from his hair. I tried to act like I didn’t see it. He loped across the room, his cheeks rounded in a smile. “It makes you look cute.”

           “Don’t I always?” I teased.

           They gathered me up in a sandwiched hug and drew me toward the sofa. I let them pull me down into the space between them. Nick sat sideways on one side while Matt stretched out, his head in my lap. I grinned and tilted my head against Nick’s chest as I slowly slipped my fingers through Matt’s thick, brown hair. He let out a faint hum of happiness as my nails skimmed across his scalp.

           “I love your hair,” I sighed. I snuggled into the crook of Nick’s neck. “Both of you. I could do this forever.”

           As gently as I could, I tugged his hair gently from the place it was trapped against my thigh. My fingers combed slowly. I hummed beneath my breath, smiling as I carefully separated out three sections. Matt’s eyes were closed, but I could sense Nick watching my every move.

           “One, two, three,’ I whispered softly. “Left over middle, right over middle. Left over middle, right over middle.”

           The barely there murmur of my voice and the soothing sweep of my hands against his hair put Matt to sleep quickly. He snored softly as I finger combed the braid free and started again, quietly repeating the instructions again. I did it once more, my head still tucked peacefully against Nick. He kissed the top of my head.

           “You heard us, didn’t you?” my other husband said after a while. His fingers slid beneath my chin, tilting my head up so that our eyes met. There was mischief in his blue eyes.

           I nipped my bottom lip and grinned sideways. “I might have heard a thing or two. And seen you tangle Matt’s hair into a rat’s nest.”

           Nick grinned, a soft chuckle in his throat. “We’ll never get anything past you, Mama.”

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[loser-writings]

Hello I was wondering if I could request a little fiction about Omega Hawks and his twins aged up a few years and pregnant again? Honestly I just like the mental image of him lying on his side in his nest with the twins curled up next to him as he explained that they are going to big sister(s)/brother(s). I hope you have a good day.

Hiroto and Kaito Takami are Keigos Twin boys!

As stated previously, Hawks wants up to 5 kids. Only problem is that after the birth of his twin boys, Hiroto and Kaito, He had to go back to being Pro-Hero Hawks. It absolutely destroyed him when he was cleared for work again, but it had to be done.

Since then, both boys were about 5 years old and Keigo fucking hated every moment he had to be away from his boys. On the other hand, nothing made him happier than coming home to see his lovely Alpha with his two chaotic boys. 

This was one of those moments. Keigo was sent home early after some testing was done and he was instantly clung to by the two boys. 

“Dad! Kaito tried jumping off of the roof again!” “Hiro! You did too!” Both boys instantly started bickering as Keigo looked at the messy living room. “Boys.” The bickering instantly stopped and both dirty blond mops looked up at their parent.

“Clean up your mess. And where is your Alpha?” Both boys detached themselves from Keigo and rushed to clean up their toys. “Kitchen! They wanted to make fried chicken for you!” “Kaito! That was a surprise!”

Keigo chuckled and ruffled their heads before moving to find you. “Finish cleaning. I think we are going to need some cuddle time.” The boys cheered as they continued to clean.

Keigo saw you instantly perk up as he walked in before turning around. You seemed surprised about something, but you never said what. 

“Hey Birdie, didn’t expect you to be home so soon.” He smiled at you and moved to look at the food before humming. “Got the day off. They did some testing on us again and told me to go home. Guess I’m supposed to get test results later.” 

You hummed and moved to hug him, shoving your face in his scent glands before snuggling into it. His eyes widened as a small gasp left him, Omega purring loudly in his chest. He clung to you and pulled you closer before moving to kiss your cheek softly. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked as you moved to hold him by his waist, Omega purring louder by the second. You let out a deep hum, Alpha purring loudly, before letting yourself pull away to peck him. 

“I know what they’re going to tell you.”

His omega jumped at your words and he raised a brow. “How do you kn-“ “Keigo your scent is strong as hell. I know EXACTLY what they’ll tell you.”

He huffed, feathers ruffling behind him as he grew impatient and anxious. “Well fuckin tell me then! You can’t leave my ass hanging.” He whined while watching you smirk. 

You leaned in and moved to kiss his neck once more, a hand slipping down to his stomach to see if he could get the hint. The second your hand lowered, his Omega purred and lurched forward as if to tell Keigo the news. The Omega clung to you as you held him and looked down. It took him a moment, but it hit him like a brick.

“HOLY SHIT, IM PREGNANT?!”

He chirped loudly as you laughed, your alpha even present in your voice as you nodded and moved to press a kiss against his lips. “I bet you some fried chicken that’s what the news will be.”

You were right. You called it.

That night, he got the text telling him he was expecting. He wanted to chirp and bounce around like a child, and he would’ve if it wasn’t for the Boys on top of him and you holding him close. 

Time skip

Keigo had been working from home and he honestly couldn’t have been happier. He spend the majority of his time rather watching the Twins play in his office while he works, or sitting in his nest with you and the twins. Unlike his first pregnancy, he didn’t mind staying in the house. Sure, he still would force everyone outside on small family adventures, but for the most part he stayed at home with you. 

He ended up sitting the boys and telling them about his pregnancy in a very normal way. No big announcement or surprise. It thrilled him when both of the boys jumped around and cheered, but made him anxious when he couldn’t answer their questions then and there.

You ended up having to leave the house for a bit, and walked in your room to a lovely sight. Both boys curled up against both sides of keigo, noses shoved in his scent gland as he rubbed their backs. You watched from the doorway as Keigo explained that they would be good brothers and that he was excited to have another baby, but it didn’t mean he loved them any less.

You slowly walked in and wedged yourself behind Kaito, the boy yawning loudly and adjusting so he could cling to you softly. 

“Hiroto?” “Yeah?” “Lets be our baby sisters Heroes?” “Hell yeah…” Both boys mumbled to each other before falling asleep. When you looked up at Keigo, you were met with wide eyes.

“Did...they just say baby sister???” He felt like he was going to faint, thank God he was laying down

[blueskywater-happiness]

The lone star over the desert sky

Warning: Dysfunctional Family, parental issues, ignorance and hint of gaslighting.

Side POV of my fic, Golden Child and Smiles

Molossia watches as Phil, his dear older foster brother, is whining to their parent about frigging Yao, AGAIN.

I needed you more... Why can't you acknowledge me...?! Why him always?! He takes the center stage as a nation already! You took him with you to make UN, SEATO etc. Always aiding him..!

So why not me..? I am near ... I needed lots of stuff if only you help me..!

"Settle down now Phil, I will go have dome talks with Yao." America pats Phil's head, Molossia felt indignant that this... This cuckoo bird hatchling had already push him out of the nest.

He came from America solely, their dad only! So why... Why does...

America turns his head "Oh hey Molossia! Sorry, gotta cancel our trip, the Old man of the East is going on about something again."

Yeah right.

It will always be about your golden boy of the east.

Your ticket to Asia, your favorite child who isn't as insignificant as the other ones...and mostly...

Why does he look more like dad than I do...?

That Spanish-Asian adopted child always has dad's traits. His loudmouth attention whoring ways, he enjoys riling people up.

Damn it... Molossia has to excuse himself, citing his garden and all dad does is nodding his head before talking back to Phil, he always gets dad's attention.

Phil this and that...! He is like an Asian version of their dad..! What is even worse, dad's second favorite is their estrange older brother, Liberia.

Why do these adopted ones always gets dad's attention?! Is it the size of their country?

And Liberia had the gall to be ungrateful..!

"You think, dad does care?" Liberia snort and then coughs "Oh he does care perhaps even genuinely love us but he is still a nation, he prioritize his own before any of us."

"Oh fuck off! You don't know how it is like as a micro only! You're just too spoiled by the old man! You can't even take care of your own land!"

Silence

"I think." Liberia gives him a chilled look "It is better you just know how it is to be a micronation." He then walks up "Or perhaps if you open your mind to it... You'd change your mind being a nation."

Molossia looks indignant "EXCUSE ME?! I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE ONE DAMMIT! YOU AND PHIL AIN'T STOPPING ME!" He sees Liberia walking "OI LOOK AT ME BROTHER!"

Liberia never spoke to him after that for 2 years.

Molossia angrily digs the dirt. Dad does everything for them and guess what, their land hasn't reach dad's standards.

Yet he is still the one not worthy of even a simple acknowledgement.

He hears dad's car, damn it, they are leaving again.

Molossia looks over the fence and hears dad and Phil talking. Dad's hand is on Phil's, as always.

But why does Phil look so broken? Shouldn't he be happy being the favorite? Spoiled asshole...

"And remember that time when I got you from your first old man? And now look at you, you are way happier now right?"

"O-Of course tay!" Phil answers, is it him or is it his joy seems...force? "By the way are we going to Burger king later?"

America beams "Of course! Anything for my boy!"

Nevermind, Phil is just being dramatic.

Shit, why is it always him..?

[clonewarslover55]

I am on,,, a horribly strong Clones As Dads kick?? Any chance for some HCs as the Delta Squad boys (or if not all of em, just Sev or Boss?) as dad's?? How are they with preggo/new parent!Reader? I'd LOVE to see your take!! Your writing is amazing!! 💕💖

Thank you so much!!! 

Notes: I did Dad!Sev headcanons here! But I wrote that a little bit ago, this one goes into more detail and such. I’m gonna do dad headcanons for all of the boys in this one! 

Also! This is all once the war over, where everyone is FINE AND HAPPY!!!! If you want headcanons where they have the baby during the war go check out my Dad!Sev headcanons.

The Delta Squad Boys as fathers headcanons! 

Boss 

You’re in a relationship with the clone who has the biggest breeding kink in the GAR  

It wasn’t a surprise that you got pregnant, but Boss was still elated!! 

You lived at Kyrimorut with Boss and many other clones 

He quickly rushed to tell his brothers 

They were just as excited!! The Delta boys were so ready to be uncles 

Walon Vau was even excited. He told you congratulations once he heard the news 

And he was smiling! 

Anyways. 

Boss handled your pregnancy pretty well. He never seemed too stressed, just concerned 

He always made sure to get whatever food you were craving and he’d do anything to make you comfortable

Lord Mirdilan kept by your side, comforting you whenever it could 

The Strill kept making nests out of your clothes, but otherwise it was very sweet 

Boss has a pregnancy kink! So he’ll think you’re sexier than ever when you get the baby bump

If you worry about him seeing you as ugly or anything, he’ll make sure to change your mind 

Boss will absolutely help you out if you get horny 

With your mood swings he isn’t the best, but he makes sure to never argue or yell back

He just lets you relax

Boss and you begin to plan out names, his brothers helping 

The other Delta boys were very supportive during the pregnancy, 

Until you get a mood swing and scare them off for a few hours 

As you get further along he begins to worry more and more 

Once you’re due this poor boy is stressed! His brothers are too so they’re no help 

The women of Kyrimorut make sure to give you advice, as does Kal and Vau 

When it came time for the birth Boss was with you the whole time, holding your hand tightly 

Mij Gilamar was your doctor through all of this, and Vau helped him sometimes 

Once the baby was born Boss sat down on the bed beside you, watching as the baby was cleaned and swaddled 

When you were handed the little bundle Boss began to cry some, he didn’t think he’d ever have a life like this 

Boss was nervous to hold the baby at first, he didn’t want to hurt them  

Once you talked to Boss, assuring him he wouldn’t hurt the little one, he held them 

He cried at the baby that was the spitting image of their father 

No matter what you look like that baby will come out with a full head of black hair 

The Delta boys come in and hold the baby next, the big bad commandos cooing at the little one 

All four of them are instantly wrapped around their little finger

Boss as a new parent is a very stressed Boss 

You both need a lot of advice and help at first

Eventually you both get the hang of the whole parenting thing 

Boss taught you Mando’a a while back, so you both could teach your baby it 

Once the child was a few years old Boss asked for another baby 

The kids would have plenty of room to play and they’d be protected, so why not? 

Boss became an amazing Mandalorian father 

Sev

Neither of you knew you were pregnant at first, but when Mird sniffed you and whined Sev knew 

The Strill knew first, and Sev recognized it’s body language. He made you take a test immediately

Sev was excited!! But he was also kind of scared 

He was terrified he wouldn’t be a good father! 

You had to reassure him a lot during the pregnancy 

His brothers weren’t worried like Sev though! They were more than excited 

Walon Vau was excited as well! But not nearly as happy as his pet Strill 

Mird didn’t leave you alone throughout your pregnancy

Sev stressed hard, but he tried to hide it from you 

He took great care of you even though he was pretty scared

Sev always brought you whatever you were craving and always made sure you’re comfortable

When you got mood swings he’d snap back every now and then, but he’d always apologize afterwards 

Everyone gave you two a lot of advice, but it still didn’t relax Sev

One day you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, naked, checking out the size of your bump. When Sev walked in and saw you he stared at you for a while before pouncing 

He thought you were absolutely gorgeous and sexy 

Sev always helped with your needs ;) 

He’d always fall asleep with a hand on your bump, feeling the way the child moved

You two talked some about baby names, and Sev allowed his brothers to help

Once you were nearly due Sev got even more concerned

When you went into labor Sev panicked 

Mij almost didn’t let him in the room while you were giving birth. He was that anxious 

He calmed down once Mij yelled at him some. 

Sev was at your side, holding your hand tightly. He whispered reassuring words to you while you were in labor 

Once the baby was out and bundled up in your arms Sev was nearly in tears. 

“They’re so small.” Is all he mumbled while staring at them

He didn’t think he’d ever get to have something like this 

Sev didn’t want to hurt the little one, so he wouldn’t hold them for a little while 

When he did, Sev lost it. He immediately began to cry and talking about how much he loved the baby already 

The baby had every Mandalorian in Kyrimorut wrapped around their finger within the first hour 

Like with Boss, no matter what you look like. That baby will come out looking like their father

Sev was very scared and worried at first. He was a terrified new dad

After some much needed advice, and a little bit of time, Sev became a natural 

You had never seen Sev happier than when he was holding his child 

Sev made sure you two raised your child the Mandalorian way

Their first language was Mando’a, even if you didn’t want it to be.

He ended up being an amazing father, with time of course. 

Scorch 

When you told Scorch you were pregnant he was beyond excited! 

He ran out with you to immediately tell his brothers and Walon Vau 

You couldn’t help but smile at their excitement

Scorch didn’t really stress, he was totally ready to help you with the pregnancy

He did amazing with your mood swings and such, but when you got really snappy it kind of upset him

But he knew you didn’t mean it 

He always had snacks for you! He had a little stash for you so your cravings would never get too bad

Scorch stole pillows to help make you more comfortable

Like two months into your pregnancy he was already coming up with baby names

He was sooo excited!! 

Mird followed you around and Scorch allowed it, knowing the Strill would help you some as well

Scorch always rubbed your baby bump, he loved feeling the baby move around 

He loved your body while you were pregnant, and he let you know this 

Scorch was there if you ever got horny. He’d tell you this a lot too 

Once you were nearly due he was worried, mainly because you were so uncomfortable 

Once the baby was due he was stressed, but more excited than anything

Scorch sat behind you while you were giving birth, holding both of your hands 

He cheered you on, but softly

Once the little bundle of joy was put into your arm Scorch kissed your cheek and grinned 

He did get a little teary eyed as he rambled about how proud he is of you 

When he got handed the baby he grinned like an idiot, already absolutely in love with his little one 

As they grew up Scorch made sure to teach them Mando’a and Mandalorian culture 

Like the others, Scorch became the perfect Mandalorian dad  

Fixer

When you got pregnant he wasn’t surprised,but he was happy 

He was very excited about the idea of being a father 

Fixer immediately told his brothers! They were all so proud of him

More than anything, the Delta boys were very excited for the baby

Fixer was a little nervous to be a father, but he wasn’t too bad 

He made sure to read a bunch of parenting guides and such

He was a pro at helping you through the pregnancy 

Mainly because of all of the books he read on it 

Fixer was more than prepared for your cravings and mood swings 

When you had mood swings he’d just hug you till you calmed down 

He made you as comfortable as possible! Mird of course helped by trying to build nests 

Fixer kept your self esteem up about your body. He was constantly complimenting you 

He loved how you looked while pregnant. You knew if you ever got horny he’d fix the problem 

He planned out some baby names, but he didn’t let his brothers help 

Fixer asked Walon Vau for help with names 

When you were nearly due, Fixer grew a little stressed, it was almost time for him to be a father

He held your hand the whole entire time, making sure to help coach you through the birth 

When the baby was born and placed onto your chest he grinned, tears in his eyes 

“I didn’t think I'd ever have such amazing things in my life.” He’d mumble before placing a kiss to your forehead 

As a new father he was pretty prepared for all the baby things 

He taught you his culture and Mando’a so you could help him teach the child the proper way 

Fixer was an amazing Mandalorian father, his brothers of course helping you both

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