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ask-ursa-tonypeter · 2 months

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Oh man, okay so that Peter snatching ask, I feel like I neeeed more of that. How would Tony even explain Pyrite!Peter’s new situation to him? Would he even tell Pyrite Peter about DB!Peter? Aksdkfniend I don’t know if you want to go more into detail about this because it’s technically not a fic of yours so feel free to ignore this ask if this isn’t the direction you want to go with these, I’m just infinitely curious about the scenario written in that ask and figured it didn’t hurt to shoot my shot here, so to speak.

[[in reference to this ask and then this ask-- not only did it not hurt to shoot your shot, I wrote a whole-ass fic about it, lmao. CWs for abduction/long-term captivity, gentle noncon and general very 💖loving and tender💖 emotional abuse, and all of the psychological trauma that goes with it-- but there's a hopeful ending! (Also, daddykink, which I can apparently only tolerate if one of the characters in question hates it, lmao.)]]

This older Tony told him that he was picked because he's special, but Peter isn't stupid. In the brief glimpse he was allowed to see of the other Peters out there on that monitor, he noticed that most of them were older. Stronger. Actually special.

And he sees the way that this Tony looks at him. Peter wouldn't have noticed it before, probably, but it was the same expression that his brother wore when they were… together. Dark, heated, focused. Peter had loved the attention from his brother, but it scares him from this man. He's constantly on edge, waiting for the moment that petting hands or a tender kiss might slip somewhere unbearable, like being prepared will somehow give him a way to stop it.

He knows it won't, of course. He knows he can't.

He can't stop anything.

This Tony wants Peter to call him 'Dad.' Peter tries to protest, tries to say that he already has a dad, that it's strange when his own Tony is his brother instead. But Tony insists– says that he'll be a better father to Peter than Howard Stark ever was, that Peter doesn't need a brother when he has a father like Tony instead, that his brother was never any good to him anyway.

It makes Peter regret every single time he's ever complained about his dad and every single time he ever felt ignored by his brother, and he tells Tony that, that he loves his family even if they're not perfect and he misses his mom and that he wants to go home.

But this Tony doesn't care about his tears, and Peter is afraid of him, so Tony gets his way.

That's always how it goes. Peter cries, he begs, he asks to go home. When he's at his most desperate and selfish and awful, he asks for Tony to take someone else instead. And Tony holds him and pets him and coos and hums and murmurs that everything will be okay, and he just needs time to adjust, and that he's perfect. That Tony could never let him go.

Peter knows that he means it, and Tony never seems to realize that it only makes him cry harder. But in the end Peter always ends up leaning heavily into his arms, sniffling and exhausted and cried-out, so maybe it's his fault for sending mixed messages.

He does try to make the best of it, after all. He knows it makes him a coward, and that he should fight and scream and try to make this Tony's life hell until he does give Peter up, like rehoming a bad dog. But he can't, because he's not brave, so instead he sets the table and makes suggestions for dinner and smiles at Tony's jokes and picks out movies to watch from under the arm of this man who is not his father and not his brother but who he still calls 'Dad.'

"Good choice, baby," Tony says with a smile when Peter picks out Die Hard for movie night, and Peter hates the warm, pathetic glow of satisfaction that swells in his chest at the praise. But it's better than being scared, so Peter will take it, even if it makes him feel just as cheap and slimy as the actual sex.

It doesn't take long for that to start, though it's longer than Peter expects. A few weeks, maybe, though Peter's sense of time isn't great anymore. Tony had already slipped into his bed even as early as that first night, with the excuse of comforting Peter while he cried– "oh, sweetheart, don't cry, you'll be okay," he'd crooned, pressing kisses to Peter's hair while he flinched, "you'll love it here, you'll see,"– but then he never stopped, even once Peter stopped crying himself to sleep.

So one morning it happens, inevitable. Tony's wrist brushes too low when he's untangling himself from Peter as they wake, and Peter can't bite back his gasp at the pressure against his morning wood, and before he knows it there's a hand around him and lips against his neck and a warm, morning-rough voice muttering, "Let me take care of that for you, sweetheart."

Peter tries to stop it. He does. He does.

But when he gasps, "Dad, wait, please stop," Tony only murmurs, "Shh, relax, honey," and in the end it's like everything else.

Tony is always gentle with him. It's a strange contrast to his brother, who called him filthy things and teased him until he was so red he thought he might pass out and could be rough with him when Peter asked for it. Peter liked that, yeah, but he had always wished that his brother would kiss him sweetly and tell him he loved him, too.

It's disorienting to have those daydreams come to life in the form of this other, twisted version of his brother. Peter tries to close his eyes as Tony moves inside him and take what comfort he can in the soft touches and endless praise, and sometimes it works, and sometimes it puts a pit in his stomach to think he ever wanted this from his brother at all.

Even outside of bed, it messes with Peter's head the way that Tony's so nice. It makes it too easy to sink into the lie sometimes, when he's allowed to wander the familiar penthouse suite of Stark Tower instead of being locked in some basement, when Tony remembers all of his favorite treats and movies, when Tony spoils him rotten and tells him he's perfect and never, ever loses his patience.

(Even when Peter does. Even when Peter has one of his embarrassing episodes where he loses his mind and beats his fists against Tony's chest and scratches and bites until he tastes blood, Tony just holds him and sighs "I know, baby, I know," until Peter is spent. He never even raises his voice.

But he does cry sometimes. It makes Peter feel guilty, and then mad at himself for feeling guilty, and then he gets so confused that he just lets Tony bundle him away for a nap like he really is a tantruming five-year-old. Every time he wakes up he's mortified, but Tony never scolds him like he deserves. He's just sweet and gentle and forgiving, and he lets Peter sink right back into the comfort of the lie.)

Peter wonders if Tony was kind to the other Peter. He resents him sometimes, even though he knows it's not fair. It's not the other Peter's fault that he died, or that his dad is… like this. It's not the other Peter's fault that Tony picked Peter out of all the options. But even still, sometimes he thinks 'if you were still here, then I wouldn't be,' and there's some satisfaction in having someone to blame who he doesn't have to share a bed with.

But mostly– mostly he wonders about the other Peter's life. Sometimes Tony will cling to him and apologize over and over again like he can't hear Peter at all, and Peter wonders if he was mean to the other Peter while he was alive, or if he was sleeping with his actual son, too, or if he blames himself somehow for the way that he died. JARVIS won't tell him what happened, and he's too afraid to ask Tony.

But it wasn't a secret, he knows. Even if he can't find any mention of the original Peter Stark's death online, other people have to know about it, because none of Tony's employees can stand to look at him.

He wonders what they know. Do they think he's some kind of Frankenstein's monster? Do they know he's been kidnapped? Do they think he's just an uncanny lookalike, or do they know about the machine in Tony's personal lab?

(Or do they just know exactly how close their boss is to his son, Peter thinks sometimes, and it makes him want to never come out of his room.)

Or maybe they're just afraid that if they look, Tony will see something on their faces that he doesn't like, because–

He may always be gentle with Peter, but Tony is not a kind man.

He still rarely raises his voice. When he's angry with someone, his voice goes flat and ice-cold and the room gets so quiet it feels like even breathing would be too loud.

He always sends Peter out of the room before he kills someone. It's the only time anyone will look at him, their eyes wild and pleading for Peter to stay like that would save them, but by then it's Peter who can't bear to look.

Peter hates himself for the way that he shakes for hours afterward instead of doing something. He hates himself for the way that he crawls into Tony's lap once they get home, the way he tips his face up for a kiss, all so he can hear Tony say–

"I'm sorry, baby." Rough stubble prickling at Peter's temple, his cheek, his chin. "You know I would never hurt you, don't you? Never."

"I know," Peter whispers, and by the time they're done and Tony has made him come at least twice and told him again and again that he loves him, that he's perfect, that he's the only thing that matters, it will almost feel true.

(Peter thinks about the other Peters on that monitor, and how so many of them were strong and brave and stood up to people just like Tony, and he wonders how the other Peter died.)

He does save someone though, he thinks. Just once. He can't know for sure, because it's not one of the men that regularly comes to meet Tony at the tower, but he thinks maybe he helped.

The man is making excuses. He's in charge of one of Tony's projects, and he says that Tony gave him permission to take time off to take care of his mother after a surgery, and that's why the project is behind schedule. Tony doesn't remember and doesn't care and he gets angrier with every word out of the man's mouth, and eventually he stands, those silver tendrils exploding out of his suit to grapple the man down over his desk while he wails and pleads.

Tony takes a breath, and Peter knows he's going to tell Peter to leave the room, and he abruptly can't stand it.

"Daddy, don't," he says, the babyish word coming out in his desperate horror without him meaning to say it, and he hugs Tony around the waist like that means anything, like he can stop anything, like he's a version of himself that's actually strong.

Tony freezes, and for the length of what feels like a hundred rabbiting heartbeats Peter is terrified. He's never stood up to Tony in front of his men. He's barely stood up to him at all, and it never leads to anything anyway, and he suddenly doesn't know why he stuck himself out for this stranger who Tony is probably just going to kill anyway but this man has a family and Peter misses his mom so much he can barely breathe and he can't keep doing nothing he can't he can't he can't–

Tony turns gently in his grip, because Peter can't stop him, and Peter keeps his face buried against Tony's shoulder. He can still hear the sound of the man whimpering quietly from where he's pinned to the desk by Tony's tendrils, and he flinches when the weight of Tony's hand settles on his hair, gentle.

"Oh, sweetheart," Tony breathes, his voice strange– revelatory, tender, almost delighted. "Did Daddy scare you?"

The room is quiet. Peter is painfully aware of every other person listening– the guards by the door, the man on the desk, gasping in shaky breaths now instead of whimpering.

He can feel the weight of something important shifting, shifting, shifting when he nods his head, and the finality of something new settling into place when Tony wraps his arms around him.

"Get out," Tony says over his shoulder, and there's a clatter of noise as the man scrambles to the door. Tony adds, "You too," to the guards, and when the door clicks closed they're alone.

Peter shudders in Tony's arms, his body not able to reconcile the combination of relief and deep, primal fear coursing through his veins, and Tony clicks his tongue, pressing a kiss to the top of Peter's head.

"You really don't like coming to work with me, do you," he sighs, rubbing Peter's back. "I'm sorry, baby. You told me that, and I didn't listen."

He reaches to cup both sides of Peter's face, so Peter finally has to look up at him. He looks perfectly sweet, warm and fond and apologetic, and the contrast from his anger moments earlier is dizzying.

Tony strokes his thumbs tenderly over Peter's cheeks, and sighs one more time before he says, "All right, sweetie. If you promise that you'll be good, I'll let you stay in your room while I'm gone, okay? If that's really what you want."

It's so unexpected that it takes Peter a moment to understand that this is a compromise. Tony has never offered one before, and Peter had learned to stop asking a long time ago.

He rushes to gasp, "Yes– yes, please," and then, spontaneous and uncertain and thinking, adds, "Thank you, Daddy."

Tony smiles, and the chill it sends through Peter is anticipation just as much as disgust. Tony takes him upstairs to the penthouse then, and takes the entire rest of the day off work to make up for scaring him. It's almost nice, really, and if Peter doesn't like it when Tony tells him 'Daddy's got you' and 'that's right, let Daddy take care of you' in bed, it's still worth it, because–

The next day Peter gets to have four whole hours to himself until lunchtime, and then another four whole hours after that, and he can't remember the last time he didn't spend the whole day with Tony.

Things change after that.

Before, any protests Peter made would get shushed and brushed aside, Tony always gentle but never permissive. He would say that he knew best, that Peter would be okay, that Peter's way wouldn't work, and he would go on like Peter hadn't said anything at all. Requests were usually easier, Tony happy to bury Peter in gifts, but as for experiences– Tony's sense of what was too risky for Peter was broad and paranoid and stifling, and now–

It's shocking having a way to get Tony to listen to him, and Peter tries not to let it go to his head. He's careful. He doesn't ask for too much. He sprinkles in petty requests to throw off the scent of when he really, really wants something so it can't be used against him.

He acts like he really is all those dirty things his brother used to call him, and he bats his eyelashes and pouts and fawns, and he says "Daddy, please?" and "Can I, Daddy?" and "Daddy, I don't want to," and he gets what he wants.

But he knows just that won't be enough for what he really wants. Not by itself. He can't just stick out his bottom lip and simper his way into where he wants to go, so he'll need to add something else.

And Peter will give Tony this: for all that his obsession with his "son" is twisted and wrong, he really does seem to care more about making Peter come than himself. He always takes Peter in his mouth like it's a treat, but the first time Peter slides to his knees in front of him, he looks so shocked that it honestly seems like he hasn't even thought about it before.

"Petey," he says, ghosting his fingers over Peter's hair while Peter draws him out of his pants. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to, sweetie."

Peter knows it's part of why Tony is so sweet to him, but it irritates him sometimes when Tony acts like he actually buys the whole innocent lamb act, like he doesn't fuck Peter at least twice a day himself. Tony knows about Peter's brother, he knows Peter's done this before; Peter's even pretty sure it's part of why Tony picked him.

Peter takes a breath and pushes it all down, down, down, and he reaches for the part of himself that means it when he says, "I want to, Daddy."

He leans in, and if it's more bitter than he remembers– well, the aftermath is what's sweet.

It's hard to keep the request behind his teeth while Tony fawns over him after, showering him in kisses and praise and making him come so many times that Peter finally has to protest, "Daddy, no more," sluggish and sensitive and overheated.

But he wants Tony to think it's his idea, so he waits until finally, finally–

Tony chuckles and nuzzles in to kiss Peter's cheek, and he murmurs, "Okay, okay, baby. I just want to make you feel good after you were so good to me. What else can I do for you, hmm?"

Peter bites his lip and looks away, and it's not all playing shy. He's nervous, and he's really not sure how Tony is going to react, and if Tony squashes his hopes here– he can't think about that.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Tony croons, pushing back Peter's sweaty curls and kissing his forehead. "You can tell me, Petey; I know you've got something in mind."

"Can I–" Peter hesitates, and he'd like to say he's playing it up, but the way his eyes go wide and desperate and shiny is all real. "Daddy, can I… can I please see the monitor again? Please? I want… I want to see Grandma."

He doesn't know if it's a step too far and too false to call her that. Maria Stark would be his grandmother if he was actually Tony's son, and he's trying to– give a show of good faith, that even if he's still thinking about his real family he's accepted the false reality that Tony's made for them. His heart hammers in his chest while he waits to find out, and–

Tony sucks in a breath, staring at Peter in shock for the second time that night, but this time his expression resolves into regret and apology.

"Honey," he says softly, and Peter wants to scream, "I don't know if that would be the best thing for you. I think it'll make you sad, sweetheart."

No, Peter wants to say, but contradicting Tony will just make him dig in his heels, so instead he says, "I-I know, I know it will, but that's okay. It'll make me happy, too. Like getting older, right?"

He throws it in, a last-minute ad-lib; Tony jokes all the time about how sad it makes him to see Peter get older even though he's glad that Peter's growing up so sweet. It's a hit– Tony smiles, rueful, and Peter presses his advantage. He links his arms behind Tony's neck, cuddling close, all entirely-real doe eyes and quivering lips when he asks, "Daddy, please let me. Please?"

Tony sighs, and he leans in to scatter kisses over Peter's face when he murmurs, "You're getting too sweet for me, baby. All right, if you're sure that's what you want."

Peter's heart soars, and when he pulls Tony into a kiss he doesn't even have to fake enjoying it.

They go the next day. Tony is still reluctant about it, but he doesn't try to back out, and so they make their way to his private lab after breakfast.

It hits Peter harder than he expected. He knew it would make him sad, but he was imagining his mother bright and vibrant and happy. He barely recognizes the haggard woman on the screen, grayer than he left her and exhausted with grief, and it makes him cry so hard he can barely breathe.

"I told you, sweetheart," Tony sighs, rubbing Peter's back and stroking his hair, but he doesn't try to rush him out of the room early. "This is too hard for you, baby."

"I'm okay," Peter forces out between tears, because he can't lose access to this. "I w-wanted this. I'm s-so happy to see her. Thank you, Daddy."

It's going to be hard to play at being cheerful the rest of the day, he knows, but he'll have to if he wants Tony to ever let him come back to this room. Because even despite his tears, he did get what he was actually after: he watched how Tony selected a universe from the massive, awe-inspiring constellation of choices, and he memorized the coordinates that Tony punched in to pull up his true home.

And if he's ever going to get an opportunity to use them, he needs to get back in that room.

He makes it work. He's extra-sweet all day long, enough to curb Tony's concerns about the effect of their field trip on his mood, and he keeps it up after that. He pulls Tony into kisses and buttons his shirts for him in the morning. He pushes Tony back to ride him after work, their hands clasped together between them. He gets on his knees, he wakes Tony in the morning with a warm hand or slick mouth, he waits for Tony at lunchtime wearing one of his dress shirts and nothing else.

He's afraid at first that Tony might be put off by his new boldness, or at least suspicious, but Tony swallows the bait whole. He seems delighted that Peter is finally settling into his new life, eager to believe that Peter really has just grown more comfortable and mature in their relationship over time, and he even starts to trust Peter more. It's not even something that Peter asks for, but a week or two into his change of attitude, Tony gives him permission to access the rest of the suite while Tony's at work.

And that's not Peter's goal, but it does have some potential.

He does get to go back to the private lab. Peter doesn't ask for it every time, or even every other time, but Tony doesn't even hesitate to say yes, now. Peter plays up his excitement of the idea of the multiverse and of Tony's genius for making the machine; he plays up his interest in the other Peters; he checks in on his family.

And he watches the way Tony uses the monitor. He examines the construction of the machine. He pays attention to what features Tony uses when he navigates the 'verse map, and more than that, he pays attention to what features Tony avoids ever using in front of him.

He figures out slowly that his first plan won't work. As far as he can glean, the machine isn't built to have a way to send people back, and he knows he's not smart enough to figure out how to build that feature. He's smart, but even though the year on the calendar isn't even a full two decades ahead of Peter's actual universe, the technology may as well be a century more advanced– if the machine can only pull people to this universe, he isn't going to fool himself that he can change that by himself.

But still, every time he's in that room, he watches, and he thinks. He watches how Tony grows less attentive to his every move, more complacent in the idea that Peter is happy with their life. He watches how every day Tony gets closer to giving him permission to go to the lab by himself– it's not like he can use the machine to leave, after all. He watches how JARVIS sometimes lets him get away with things for a beat longer than he should, if Peter can make it look enough like an accident.

And he still watches the other Peters on the monitor. The ones that are older. The ones that are geniuses. The ones that save their cities from men like Tony. The ones that save the world.

Peter's not strong. He's not brave. He's not special.

He can't stop anything.

But he thinks he knows who can.

#fic: double blind #fic: pyrite #pyrite: peter #double blind: tony #prompt: multiverse #multiverse: kidnapping au #fic response #ursa interlude:#this is quite possibly the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written #we are truly getting to CLAMP levels of masturbatory multiverse drama here but I love it #ANYWAY. UM. ENJOY?!

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mortemoppetere · 5 months

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Emilio → Ophelia

Emilio: Hey. I found Rhett. It's […] not good. But he's alive. Ophelia: oh my god. […] how bad is not good? […..] where are you?? Emilio: Bad. He's in the hospital. Probably going to be there a few days, I don't know. [del: He might still-] Ophelia: are you with him? Emilio: No. I left him with someone I trust. A nurse. Ophelia: you LEFT him?? are you kidding me right now?! I can't […] GET there until tomorrow. can't you just go sit with him? tell him I'm coming? Emilio: I wasn't doing him any good, kid. [del: I never do anyone any-] He wasn't awake when I left. Probably won't be before tomorrow. And […] he'd rather wake up to you than me. [del: The hospital is] [del: The whole place just-] [del: I can't fucking breathe, and people keep asking me-] I won't be any help to him. Me being there would just make things worse. Ophelia: That's shit and you know it, tío. […] I'm sorry. I'm just […] scared. [……..] Where did you find him? Emilio: It's all shit, Ophelia. Everything is fucking shit right now. […] Sorry. I'm sorry, too. [del: I think I'm not doing very well.] I found him […] in an old factory. [………] His leg is gone, Ophelia. Ophelia: What? What happened? Emilio: […] Someone wanted to hurt him, and they did. For days. I don't know details. [del: Wouldn't give them to you if I did. Wouldn't do you any good, knowing all that.] If I'd been any later than I was… [del: I was fucking useless. Couldn't do shit to stop it.] Ophelia: Oh. [del: I can't think about-] Okay. [del: I feel sick-] […] I'll be there tomorrow night. […] It'll be okay. He'll be okay. Emilio: That's good. Yeah. That's good. He'll be glad to see you. Might not show it, though. He can get […] defensive. When he's [del: scared] hurt. So don't feel bad, all right? If he snaps at you or anything. It's not anything you did wrong. Just […] how people like us deal with shit, sometimes. Ophelia: [del: people like us… hunters. fuck's sake-] Okay, I'll keep it in mind. […] Thank you. For finding him. And taking care of him. [del: as best you could.] We'll find him someplace to live where he'll be safer. It's gonna be […] fine. Emilio: Don't thank me. [del: I didn't do a good enough job to deserve that.] We'll find him someplace. Yeah. He's not going back to that fucking van after this. And […] I think he shouldn't live alone. Not for a while, at least. I can stay with him, or his [del: boy]friend. I don't know. Just […] someone needs to. Ophelia: Too late, tío. You've been thanked. […] Maybe I could… mamá doesn't have to know it's with him. I've been telling her I want to move into town anyway. Emilio: Well I don't […] accept the thanks, or whatever. […] Are you sure that's a good idea, kid? Don't want to see either of you get into trouble. [del: If your mom made a move on him right now, I don't think he could do anything to stop her.] Ophelia: :/ How much trouble could we get into? […] It's just an idea. I doubt he'd let me, anyway. Probably lock me out every night. [del: I'd be happy if he was okay enough to still pull crap like that-] Emilio: Don't send me those faces. I don't know what they mean. […] Probably lock just about anyone out. He's a cranky old man. But we'll figure it out. Okay? I promise you that. Ophelia: It's… they're an expression. They mean- never mind. You're not even that old and I was raised in the freaking woods, what's your excuse?? […] I know. I trust you. Emilio: There are too many of them. [del: I was raised like a] I had other things to learn. Aren't you supposed to respect people older than you? You are twelve years old. […] [del: You probably shouldn't.] Okay. Ophelia: I'm 22! You're barely older than me. […] Look, I gotta go. Tell me if anything changes. If not I'll see both of you tomorrow. Emilio: I'm over ten years older than you. That's a lot! You're too much like your dad. No respect from either of you. […] All right, kid. I'll see you.

#ophelia: okay #private #texts #ty elliott for writing ophelia :pleading:

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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honeybunnybeez · 3 years

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c!Tommy and c!Tubbo x Parental!GN!Reader (PLATONIC) (FLUFF) (HEADCANON)

♡Au setting: Au where the war doesn't exist and everything is fairly normal but relationships are still rather strained.

♡You met Tommy and Tubbo a few years back while helping their fathers with a few errands, and a year after meeting them you were requested to babysit them while their fathers were off on bussiness meetings/adventures. You once asked why their assistants or siblings couldn't take care of them and the answer they gave you was simply, "We need a more... responsible person for this." You had to stop yourself from laughing at the answer.

♡The two of them were really close even before you entered the picture and you found their friendship to be rather ironic considering their fathers hated each other. Though, unlike others who thought the same as you, you didn't judge them or pressure them into thinking too much about it, choosing instead to encourage their bond and in doing so, you were already in their good books.

♡Their interest in you only grew when you started to take care of them. You didn't baby them like other adults but you also didn't push aside their problems like they were just small issues, you listened and had compassion and empathy while you did so. They like how you cared for them when it seemed like not many others, even their own family, did.

♡Your kindness and protectiveness over them didn't make it hard for them to start seeing you as a parental figure in their life, one they can run to if they were feeling down and in need of some sort of comfort. They can trust that you won't push them away or judge their opinions.

♡Tommy tends to be rather open about his feelings around you, dropping his tough guy act to confide in you about things in his life that are affecting him pretty negatively. Besides Tubbo, he also feels rather comfortable crying in front of you, knowing that you'll still see him the same even while he's hugging you and crying his eyes out.

♡Tubbo opens up to you about a lot of things as well. As optimistic as he is, sometimes he asks you if things will be better when his days seems dimmer than others. You and Tommy are always there to remind him that yeah, they will! You two will always be by his side to make it better too, but you also remind him that there's no shame in having bad days either. That sometimes it's okay to not be okay.

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♡Tommy is the first to slip and call you his parent in front of others, much to his embarrassment. It doesn't help that Tubbo was immediately into the idea, following what Tommy said with a, "CAN WE CALL THEM OUR MOM/DAD/PARENT NOW!?" Thankfully you weren't actually around when the situation occured but word does travel fast and the moment you knew you pulled them into a big hug, struggling to hold back tears while the two of them wondered what they did to get such a reaction. It's only when you mention how happy you are that they're your boys that they finally realize what you now know. They didn't seem to deny it though, just accepting the fact that well, now they're your boys and you're their parent.

♡Oh my god are they clingy, so very clingy. Seriously, you thought that their clinginess from their adolescense was a phase but it wasn't. These two don't like it when you talk to other people, ESPECIALLY IF THE PERSON YOU'RE TALKING TO IS SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE. A very good example of this is Dream, poor man can't get more than a few sentence in before two kids are dragging you away to see something 'random' they found.

♡For some reason, Tommy and Tubbo decided one day that if you're ever going to date anyone, it might as well be someone they genuinely like. When Tommy was younger he used to try to get you to date Wilbur or Techno, but that didn't seem to work, much to his relief once he got older (you became pretty good friends with them though).

♡Nowadays, they seem to be trying to hook you up with Sam, which you two find hilarious. You two decided to humour them and give it a shot. The both of you weren't all that surprised when you two did get along quite well but decided not to jump straight into a relationship, wanting to get to know one another a little more. Tommy and Tubbo beg for a clear answer regarding what you two are but you two have fun giving them unclear answers and frustrating them.

♡You three once found a flower biome not far from where you lived and decided to make a small farm over there. Tubbo was the one who was most excited for the farm since a lot of bees resided there. Sometimes, when you're finished with your farm work, you can find Tommy and Tubbo sleeping under a tree with bees buzzing softly around them, almost watching them with fascination. It's cute enough that you dragged Puffy and Sam all the way to the farm for them to witness it too (pictures were definitely taken and fawned over by the three of you).

♡Speaking of Puffy and Sam, you three made a children protection squad and once even wore shirts you guys made as a joke. Tommy and Tubbo were incredibly embarrassed to see you three parading around wearing those shirts with everyone knowing exactly who you three were talking about. A part of them deep down were rather happy about it but they've decided that they're taking that secret to their graves lest you three decide to do that again.

♡All in all, the two of them love you very much and will not hesitate to shank a bitch for you, they can feel that way in confidence too, knowing you'll always do the same for them in return. You reassure them constantly that no matter what, you'll always be there for them and really, with the family troubles they have back home, that's really all they want and they're happy you can give them the stability they so desperately need.

A/N: Lord, I am just a straight up sucker for parental content- I just get soft with kids and familial stuff, please don't kill me- I had someone request parental reader for Tommy and Tubbo but I lost it so I am very sorry for that, anon! I hope this makes up for the mistake and I really hope you all enjoyed reading!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

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stopbeingrude · 3 years

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Hi guys. Happy Gruvia/ Greige day. I wish all of you wonderful time.

That's gonna be the first one shot , i have ever published here, feedback is welcome. I hope It's not that bad and you'll somehow like it lmao.

,,I think I would rather have a plushie as a Christmas gift…., but I guess I shouldn't be too picky."

-Dad? - called 6-year-old Greige, on one December afternoon, when both him and his father were decorating a christmas-tree in the living room . December 24th was slowly approaching. It was Greige's favorite time of the year , because he was able to spend Christmas with all of his family, including all of his uncles , aunts and friends. Not forgetting about grandpa Makarov . Even Uncle Gildards would show up, bringing something for the kids. -I was wondering what would happen if Santa's reindeer suddenly wanted to pee while flying?- asked seriously little boy. No one wanted to tell him that. When he asked big bro Romeo , he just started laughing and then he called him silly. "How could he do that?" -thought heartbroken Greige after. -Heh , where did that come from? ... you know ... they'd have to stop somewhere by, right? Daddy doesn't know much about it- said Gray, trying to keep himself from laughing. He couldn't laugh, he knew it would offend his little angel. Their son hated when someone made fun of him . After all, he was already a big boy, and everyone knows that such must be taken seriously. - So maybe Mommy knows? I will go and ask her,- said the little boy, putting down Christmas decorations . Speaking of mom, he had recently noticed his mother's strange behavior. She had been getting tired very easily lately, she often took naps. He also noticed that she spent an enormous amount of time sewing ,mostly clothing. Well.. he was aware of his mom's hobby, but usually it was limited to sewing plushies, sometimes socks or fixing their clothes. - You know, I don't think mommy knows more than me - said Gray after hanging the last Christmas-ball. - Besides, you know that mommy is sleeping now, right? She hasn't been feeling well lately, so she mustn't be disturbed. Something was off, even Daddy acts differently- thought little Fullbuster Now, that got the boy worried. - Is something wrong with Mommy? - asked slowly Greige He loved Mommy and Daddy most in the world and the very thought of them suffering hurt him deeply. "No, I won't start crying…Boys my age don't do that..." He had often been told that he should stop being such a crybaby (mostly by Yajeh or Nasha . Shutora would never. She was always trying her best to cheer him up,while reminding her twin and little Dragneel that if they won't stop with this stupid teasing, she would make sure both of them would regret it later). Unfortunately Greige could not help it. Whenever someone was hurt or something went wrong, he would usually cry. Turns out he inherited his mom's sensitivity... "Mommy…..something was definitely wrong with her.." The thought of something happening to his dear Mom filled him with great terror once again. He started shaking What if she's ill, or even worse..she's gonna….. "No , no , that's not possible..." - he shook his little head full of dark , curly hair. - I'm overreacting, just like Yajeh told me - No, no.. don't worry, Greige, Mommy's fine, it's nothing serious,"-Gray said quickly, trying his best to calm his son down, giving him a hug and then kissing him on forehead He knew exactly what was going on with his beloved, in fact, when an excited Juvia came back home one evening and informed him of the pregnancy, he was overjoyed. Soon he will be holding his son or daughter in his arms. Then it hit him. The baby might turn out to be a girl, and Gray had no idea how to take care of girls...Dear God….Ok ,ok.. he still has plenty of time to learn. He can always ask Gajeel about it..yes Gajeel or Alzack...even Elfman ( he would never ask Natsu, even if he's life depended on it, that would be too humiliating for him). Wait...it wasn't his top priority right now. After all, he needs to inform his son about the news first. Neither of them was quite sure how to do it. They remembered very well the situation from a few months ago when the Redfox twins got into an argument. Horrified, Greige stated that being an only child is not that bad, since having siblings meant constant war. Although being honest , Greige never

directly told them that he hates the idea of having a sibling . Considering how much time he spent with Nasha and Elfman and Ever's daughter Ember, or year-old Reiki Fernandes, it would seem that he's perfect for the big brother role. Besides, they can't hide it forever, sooner or later he would notice Juvia's belly. However, the biggest concern for Fullbuster was the fact that such news could lead to a longer conversation, which again could lead to uncomfortable questions that Gray was not ready to answer. He is not going to tell his son about the birds and the bees. No, no, hell no… None of them are ready for this! "Come on Gray, what's wrong with you, you just have to tell him. You've been in worse situations….after all, you've fought with all sorts of criminals, weirdos and monsters ,compared to what you've been through, it's nothing''- thought the ice mage But how to start such a conversation? How about …. -Hey Greige, have you written a letter to Santa yet? "Yes, just ask him what he wants for Christmas and make a few innocent suggestions." -Oh no i didn't, thank you for reminding me Dad. - And tell Daddy, what would you like to ask Santa for? The boy was silent for a moment, most likely to think about the answer, but after a while he called out in a loud voice. -I'D LIKE TO ASK HIM FOR PEACE IN THE WORLD AND FOR EVERY POOR PERSON TO GET A BETTER LIFE AND FOR EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!..... It would also be nice to get a new plushie……but it's not as important. Do you think Santa can do that?-he asked hopefully Gray stood there for a moment, stunned. His baby was truly an angel...wishing happiness upon the entire world, it nearly made him tear up…. but no... he needed to explain to his son that he should wish for something more....... attainable. -Ooh... really..that's....very nice of you, but...I think that such a wish...yym...takes a bit of time and Santa w-won't be able to do it…., why don't you ask him for….. for example a toy like a teddy bear, figurines....or new books or something else...I don't know.......sibling?... Greige looked at him, like he had just proposed to him to take a walk on the rooftop. Where did that come from? What is dad talking about? S-sibling...?? -Sibling? You mean like a little brother or sister? A baby?- asked the little boy loudly. -Yes, that's exactly what I meant, but well you'll need to wait for a while, because it takes time for a baby to….be ready.- mumbled out Gray - So that's not really a Christmas present- stated boy still visibly shocked -...Well y-yes , but... -But didn't you say mommy has been feeling unwell lately?...If we had a baby, wouldn't it be tiring for her?....Besides, do you think we need a new baby? - asked seriously Greige Why would they need a baby? They were living happily in this house , just three of them. It's not like he dislikes babies , they're cute and all…..but it's just simply weird.. -Well... I wouldn't say it's necessary , but it would be nice to have one at home.. don't you think?....- asked his dad Maybe? -And don't worry about mommy, I am sure that she will be so happy with the new baby , it will make her feel better.- stated Gray , this time with a smile -Hello my darlings- Juvia's voice said suddenly They both turned their heads toward the bedroom's door, finding Juvia's tired but smiling face there. Greige quickly got up and ran toward his mother. -Mommy, are you feeling better? Do you need anything?- said the little boy, hugging her legs. Juvia kissed her son's cheek. -Hi sweetheart, Mommy is fine- she answered while taking a seat next to her precious Gray, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. -Did I hear you talking about babies?- Juvia asked, pretending to be surprised, while giving Gray a tiny smirk. - Daddy said it would be nice to have a baby and that it would make you feel better... - he began. - I don't think a baby is necessary, because it would be a little strange that there will be more of us in the house, but if you really wish for one ,then that's fine with me. -Really? Mommy's glad to hear that.-

replied a happy Juvia , giving her husband a big smile. Gray gave her the same smile, but just when he thought everything had been taken care of, there came the soft voice of his baby boy. - Mommy....Daddy...but you won't love the baby more than me, will you? - asked Greige, with his head lowered and tears in his dark eyes. Both Gray and Juvia stood there very surprised, neither of them had even thought of such a scenario. -Greige, what makes you think that?- asked older Fullbuster. -Sunshine, no...- Juvia hugged her son quickly- You mustn't think like that, we would never stop loving you. Remember darling, parents love all their children equally. - You know, its true that we'll have to spend a lot of time taking care of your brother or sister, but you have to remember that they won't be able to do anything on their own. You were like that when you were born too.- said Gray - I'm sorry. I won't do that again- said Greige seriously. -Do you think I offended the baby? I don't want the baby to think I don't want him or her,- said the terrified boy .What if the baby will always remember this and he will never be forgiven. - Don't worry, honey, I'm sure she won't mind,- said the water mage, stroking her belly. -She?-Gray thought. Turns out his wife wasn't telling him everything... -Wait a minute! -said suddenly Greige after a moment of silence -The baby will be in the tummy, just like Reiki was in Auntie Erza's , right? - Well baby is already there, but your right - answered Gray -Daddy? - Yes buddy ? - How did it get there? Shit. -Yyyy… Horrified, Gray turned his gaze to his wife, silently pleading for help. -You know what, angel? It's almost 8pm, I think it's time for you to take a bath, okay?- proposed Juvia, saving her husband from very uncomfortable talk. - Ok Mommy. Will you read me a bedtime story after we finish? - Of course They were already moving towards the bathroom when Juvia quickly turned towards her husband, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered : -You're welcome. Has Gray already mentioned how much he loved his wife?

Bonus!:

( ok I swear it was funnier in my head...Once again Happy Gruvia day !!!)

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beautifulterriblequeen · 3 years

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B2:S - Chapter 3

Much of this series will be about the differences and additions in the novel version, and how they contribute to my understanding of story canon. But there will be character appreciation, the odd theory and headcanon, and suchlike as well.

Here be Lujanne, Callum, Rayla, Ezran, Bait, and Soren goodness!

Spoilers for Book Two: Sky below.

Lujanne having excellent fitness for all her walking around the Moon Nexus, and she's so energetic that Callum has trouble keeping up with her! She seems like those active grandmas who almost never stop moving, who have a lifelong supply of endless stamina. It makes me wonder if Lujanne will need that level of fitness for some upcoming conflict.

Callum feeling really hungry over not eating grubs and then still deciding he'd rather be hungry. It makes me wonder all over again how Lujanne got to the point where she eats grubs, considering that other Moonshadow elves we know of back in the Silvergrove don't. I still love my hc that the giant leech ate all of Lujanne's moonberry bushes and she's taking her revenge. Whatever's going on there, Callum is definitely not at that point yet.

When Lujanne asks Callum how he knows she's real, he thinks to himself that he'd put up with just about anything from someone who was going to teach him magic. That's a great parallel and foreshadowing for Viren's student/master relationship with Aaravos! And it's telling that neither student gets exactly what they hoped to get. Lujanne doesn't actively teach Callum any spells, because she believes he can't learn Moon magic at all. Aaravos does offer Viren power, but it takes him to some very dark places - literally and figuratively - and the cost is terribly high.

Callum sees a moon shape among the ruins, and Lujanne explains that the Moonhenge layout is an intricate rune that uses the structures themselves as part of its symbols and power. That's apparently a thing even with ordinary Moonshadow villages like Hollow Wood in the east, which is the coolest idea I've seen in a while: city planning as magic runes!

Yes, that's the same shape as the pendants Ethari made for himself and Runaan. Protection? Home? Feelsiness? A sense of safety and belongnig for all cycles and seasons?

Wonder what this Moonhenge rune stands for, then, and how much of this landscape is included in that rune. I bet it's more than we think!

But it makes sense now, how toppling the stone pillars would disable the spell the druids would cast to connect with the Moon Nexus lake. Breaking the infrastructure of the Moonhenge breaks the rune.

There's a physical sensation involved with the visuals that Historia Viventem brings up! When that one ghostly druid walked through Callum, he felt icy cold. Like in ghost stories. I really wonder about what exactly Historia Viventem is doing when it activates. It shows truth, "what really happened here?", so it must have some kind of time-related element, maybe tied to how the moon always repeats the same cycles or something. But it also seems to draw on the spirits of any living people involved in the flashback, because Callum could physically feel that wispy shape passing through him. So very interesting!

Orrr... is that all wrong, and there's something else at work with this spell than time? Maybe the world beyond life and death can act as an imprint of the things that have happened in the living world, and the spell that Lujanne (and later Callum) casts taps into that place, with perfect recall. I'm looking really hard at the sentence that says "dozens of translucent elf ghosts" and "phantom Moonhenge" and "lost in their own world" here.

Lujanne says more here than in the show about the world beyond life and death, being her mysterious Moonshadow-mage self. She says that "beyond" and "between" might both apply to where this other plane of existence is, and she doesn't much care which. With all the relativity swirling around this place, and not much in the way of empiricism, it's sounding like perhaps multiple conflicting ideas might actually coexist in such a place, allowing more ideas to fit there than we might normally believe is possible. Which is a fascinating bit of worldbuilding. Basically, every headcanon anyone has ever had about the Moon Nexus could all be true at the same time, for all we know.

Oh oh oh, Callum coming in soft with a secret wish! He takes one look at the Moonhenge and immediately thinks of finding a way to see his mom again! Poor boy, my heart! I'd say that could be another interesting parallel with Viren, but then, who wouldn't hold that sentiment?

Oh my, is this another breath of life into Ye Olde Ley Lines headcanon? Lujanne mentioning the Nexuses again, so soon after talking about the runic design of the entire Moonhenge, makes me wonder if the six nexuses are in fact giant runes. On Earth, the places where ley lines cross are called nexuses, and there are those who believe those points got marked with ancient structures, like Stonehenge and many many others. If Xadia were crossed with magical lines which naturally formed nexus points where they met, and if powerful magical runes were built across those entire areas, well. That would be cool beans, fams. Can I smack a map of Xadia and release a spell like Luz Noceda does? Because ngl that is my first instinct here.

Lujanne has got to be missing some grandkids to spoil, right? The way she's always whipping out cake and ice cream for Callum, and she's so grandma-ish about it. Headcanon about her being Runaan's mom aside, she is canonically lonely and she's very sweet to Allen and Ellis and I think she's missing whatever family she once had in the past. She may never get to have that family back, so she's finding a new one among the humans who live nearby, and I think that's sweet. Found family isn't just for the young.

But Ellis is straight up gonna be her fave, I bet, because she didn't turn up her nose at Lujanne's illusion food!

Ezran and Bait have a lot more to their relationship than was visible in the show, and I'm so excited by it! Ez can tell by looking at Bait's colors that he's not truly jealous of Zym, even if he's really grumpy about the dragonling taking up his favorite human's time.

And Ez thinking a lot about his dad and the things he's taught him. They're soft leadership material, and I love that so much! "Pick your battles" and the importance of encouragement. Ahh, my heart. Ezran, you're going to be such a good king.

But wait a second: both times that Bait gets extra grumpy in Zym's first training session, Ezran has just mentioned something about flying. Guys, I think Bait wishes he could fly, really badly. And that's his biggest problem with Zym, and with Ezran teaching Zym to fly, instead of Bait who doesn't have wings so. Bait is so old that his secrets have secrets, and I'm really curious how flying fits into them now!

Rayla, Dramatic Assassin: "I need to patrol for dark forces." That's what Lujanne called the source of the purple wisps that found them. I wonder if that's an official term all Moonshadows know, or if Rayla is just taking her cue from a veteran Moon mage. And I wonder how far Rayla is falling into the apparent pattern of "one mage, one assassin", since she does spend a lot of her time patrolling without being asked.

When Callum tells Lujanne that he was bad at prince stuff, and she asks if he didn't give up and got good at those things anyway, it's an opportunity for Callum to embrace subverting his parents' expectations in favor of seeking his own path, which is a primary theme of the show. But Lujanne is a couple generations older than Callum, at the very least, and I have to wonder what her upbringing was like. Is her version of success the one she took? Was she bad at magic once too, but she persisted? She is very soft and doesn't want to kill anyone.

Maybe Lujanne had dreams of doing something else with her life, but she felt she had to pursue the destiny that others handed to her, so she studied magic as hard as she could, and she did get good at it, but using it to defend Xadia from humans is not what she wanted to do with her life. Whether there's a parallel between her and Ethari on that point, there's one between Callum and Ethari, I think. How much of your life are you willing to let others direct for you?

LISTEN I WAS DYING AT THE EAR BREAD SCENE OKAY

This is my new favorite Soren and Claudia moment ever. Soren loves him his bread, okay. Even as earplugs for Claudia's sleep ocarina tune. The fact that it's "super effective" makes me think of a Pokemon defense. The fact that he learned it at camp, where he also learned about Moonshadow Madness, is hilarious. Later on, Corvus doesn't know Soren by name, but I still love the idea of Corvus being a kind of Strider-esque camp instructor, filling the ears of his young charges with all kinds of useful tactics like ear bread for magic spell songs (which actually seemed to work as intended), and warnings about the enemy elves' blood-themed tactics (which may or may not come back around in BH)

I thought they were gonna go in a kind of deep direction when Soren still wanted his ear bread back, but then he just. Eats them. Just noms them. I love this kid. Give Soren all the bread!

#book two: sky spoilers #book two: sky #b2:s #tdp spoilers #ToX spoilers #gloaming glade spoilers #lujanne #callum #rayla #ezran #tdp zym #soren #tdp claudia #tdp bait

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ratretro · 3 years

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Same anon as before, I thought of a better way to explain my ask. Because I don't think using Voldemort as reference is a good idea cuz now that I'm older I realize that Voldemort isn't the smartest villain. Like what was Voldemort's endgame anyway? So let's use another popular villain whose endgame is clear. MCU's Thanos.

Thanos' endgame is doing the snap, that's his ultimate goal, getting the gauntlet and the stones is the process he needs to go through to get there. The only reason he came face to face with the Avengers during that process was because either one of them or someone close to them had one of the stones or knew where it was and they went all like "Oh, no sir. You won't." But if none of the Avengers (or someone close to them) had or knew about the stones they would've been as confused as everyone else as soon as everyone around them started disappearing.

Now, let's go back to MHA. What is AFO's endgame? As far as we know right now, it's getting OFA back. What does he need to do to get there? Getting a stronger body (Shiragaki's) and defeat the user of OFA (All Might/Deku).

What does U.A have? They don't have All Might (and we know he doesn't care about him anymore, I mean he probably still wants to kill him). They don't have Shigaraki (even if U.A had a villain held hostage he probably would only care if it's Shigaraki or Machia) and they don't have Deku (current holder of OFA). So why go there?

There are various kinds of villains, but the ones we tend to see the most are the reckless ones and the smart ones. A reckless villain would be like: Well, Hero Killer was killing heroes last month, hence the name, but now, he's killing quirkless people and robbing banks. And everyone is like: Wtf, that doesn't make any sense! What's his deal? - Idk, man. Go ask him.

A reckless villain is a villain whose pattern you can't identify. As far as we have seen (especially recently with Lady Nagant and Dictator) is that AFO is a smart villain. The ones that by the time you realize wth is going on they're already 5 steps ahead of you.

So, the only way I see AFO going to U.A (without Deku being there) it's like this:

Well, none of these good for nothings could bring me Deku, so how am I gonna get Deku?

Well, where is Deku rn? Running around the city acting as vigilante.

Ok, why is he there? Cuz he's looking for me and the LoV.

Ok, why is he alone? Cuz he doesn't want me (us) to hurt the people he cares about.

And where are these people? Oh, well. I'm gald you asked, sir. Cuz they're conveniently all in one place rn.

(Ding, ding, ding. Idea, idea, idea).

So you're saying that if I go to U.A, and hurt him where it hurts the most, he's definitely going to show up and that's how I'm gonna get him.

MHA's Final Battle everybody!

My point is... U.A is a double-edged sword at this point. Deku being there it's dangerous, Deku not being there it's dangerous. Yes, there are heroes and heroes in training in there, but there are also civilians in there. The families of these heroes are there. So, if U.A ends up being the place of the final battle (like Hogwarts) it's gonna be bad. Like Deku's mom could die, Bakugou's dad, Todoroki's siblings, Ochaco's parents, Tensei. Heck, Eri!

It dosen't matter how much I twist it, U.A is a big red flag right now.

Anyways, thoughts?

Sorry that was loooong 🙏

lmao FUCK

I just responded to your previous ask and I basically covered everything in the other one okay okay lets see

so I just deleted the other ask and copy/pasted the answer lol also i pretty much covered what you said in that previous ask so it should be fine lol

Using UA as a lure would be a great idea, but I think AFO definitely has more on his mind for Deku. Speaking on it, the reason AFO couldn't take OFA had a lot to do with Deku's willpower, so breaking that is step one to taking OFA. AFO is playing the long con in this particular situation, and it's likely his goal is to mentally and physically weaken Deku so that when he goes to take it again, it will be easy for him to do so.

Deku has been stalked and attacked by several assassins and he's running on fumes after all this. Mentally and Physically? Deku is barely scraping by. If this were a round of Phasmo his sanity percentage would be like... 12% lmfao

More under the cut

Attacking UA? Perfect. For me, I don't consider UA to be a location, I consider it to be a game piece. If I were AFO, UA would be a pawn for me. Something worth getting rid of if it meant getting that checkmate because AFO is actually an evil, evil bastard. Anyway, Deku left his mom at UA with the Class 1-A members, trusting they would all be safe in UA's walls and away from him. This would be the perfect point to royally decimate Deku. Class 1-A being defeated at Kamino is something Deku can put in the slot of: well, fuck they got attacked but it's because they were with me :(

But he wouldn't be able to categorize UA getting attacked and his mom getting hurt under the file labeled "This is my fault, because I'm here." if Deku is away from UA when it happens. Now is the perfect time for an attack on UA. Deku is in a bad mental place and his physical condition is pure garbage, so if AFO were to launch an attack on UA while Deku is clearly incapable of defending it? That would destroy Deku.

UA is a playing piece, and I think AFO is about to sacrifice it. I don't think the final battle will be at UA and I don't think it will be at Kamino either.

What I can say is, UA has remained relatively untouched (to our knowledge and there's nothing suggesting otherwise), probably because of its defense systems and the fact that it's considered a safe house for civilians right now. I'd guess that they have Pro Hero protection on top of whatever bullshit system they put in per Nezu. Plus, prior to Class 1-A abandoning UA to come get Deku, they had the protection of students deemed capable enough to have licenses.

UA was an absolute fortress during that time period because there was no fucking way the kids were gonna let their families get hurt on their watch. But that's the thing now isn't it? They aren't there.

For me, AFO attacking UA was never in question. It was always a question of When?

#dishing out some meta today boys #class a is truly having such a bad fucking time lmao #bnha #boku no hero academia #xeinonymous

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carolinedionecd · 3 years

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"What !? No - No"

Sterling palmed her face in shock.

"Mom? What's she talking about?"

Blair is directly looking at Debbie, with brows arched as a sign of confusion. She knew she'll never get an answer from Debbie so she looked at her dad.

"Dad?"

She opened her arms as a signal to Anders that she's waiting for an answer. Anderson bit his lip, took a big sigh and looked at Debbie, who's still crying while pointing her shotgun directly at Dana.

"Hello !? I'm shot !?"

Everyone looked at the man who's lying on the floor, Dana's shitty boyfriend. Bowser pointed his gun at the guy, cuffed then took him.

"Dad?"

Blair is still waiting for an answer, that she knows she's not gonna get, for now.

"Sterling come here!"

Blair took Sterling's wrist then took her to Bowser's car.

"Blair II - alkdjadniw"

Sterling's blabbering, because she's still in shock. Blair closed the backseat door where they're sitting.

"Listen to me, Sterl. We will always be sisters. Twin sisters. You just came out of our mom's twin sister. See? We're still twins"

Sterling looked at Blair who's waiting for her to speak.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I could - I could deal with that."

Sterling can't cry. She's overwhelmed with emotions and shock and questions. They both looked out of the window when the police arrived. Dana is being put in jail.

Debbie, Anders, and Bowser are talking when the police left.

"Holy shit! They're gonna know that Bowser is a bounty hunter!"

Blair is now in a panic.

"W-what? Why? How?"

Sterling is still confused, her mind is far away from wherever they are.

"Shit they looked at us! Hide!"

They both ducked.

"Wait, why are we hiding?"

Sterling still full of confusion but she follows what Blair is doing because Blair is the only one that makes sense to her now.

"I - I - why are you hiding?"

Blair asked her back. Suddenly, the driver's seat door opened.

"Girls. I will get you home now. Okay?"

They sighed in relief when they heard Bowser's voice so they sat back on their seats.

"Did you tell them about bounty hunting? Did you tell them that we're on your team?"

Bowser rolled his eyes at Blair's question.

"First, I did not tell them that I am a bounty hunter. Second, they will never know you're on my team."

The twins took a big sigh. Blair is relieved that their cover isn't blown, as if a spy dodged a bullet. Sterling, took a big sigh because now that her mom is actually her aunt, she's seeing the family that she grew up in, in a totally different way.

"Third,"

Bowser broke the silence that made the two look at him.

"Are you okay baby girl?"

He's looking directly at Sterling. Blair looked at Sterling, waiting for her to answer Bowsie.

"Yeah, I guess so."

She looked down on her hand and tried to play with her nails.

"You know what? You don't even look like her. You look more like mom. Our mom. You're her favorite and I'm sure she loves you so much--," Blair's eyebrows crossed again. "--more than she loves me."

Confused with her own sentence, she shrugged it off, like she's telling herself that that's not the point.

"Do you remember in third grade, she told us she's gonna make us a ham sandwich for lunch, and then you got the ham sandwich and I got the peanut butter sandwich !?"

Sterling laughed when she remembered how angry Blair was when they got home and told their mom.

"Do you remember what she said?"

Asked Blair.

"Yeah. You told her, 'where was my ham sandwich !?'"

The two laughed because Sterling made an impression of Blair's third-grade-angry-face.

"Yeah! And she was like, 'Blair, you should learn to give to others especially your sister. I love you both so much but a responsible older sister should always take care of her younger sister.'"

They looked at each other.

"Yeah. That was fair."

Sterling finally agreed.

"She always put you first over me. Always has and always has been. But, works for me. Less attention, less expectation. It's enough for me to know they love me, they love us. But so you know, you have to take care of your kidney because I am not going to donate it. I want to die with my organs complete and intact. "

Bowser, silently listening to them shakes his head in awe.

"I should really stay hydrated."

Hydrated. Shoot. The water bottle. Lock-in meeting. April.

"Bye, Sterl."

Once again, Sterling took a big sigh. Her heart is crumbling like paper. Now her tears are starting to run down but she tried to hide them and wipe them away using her forehand.

"Oh my God!"

She looked at Blair when she heard her scream.

"What?"

Blair looked back at Sterling with tears in her eyes. With a wide freaking smile.

"It's Miles! He wants to talk!"

Blair happily hugged Sterl. The latter is so happy for her sister.

"Holy crap. We're gonna makeup, we'll be together again! Oh, sweet Jesus! I miss his smell!"

Sterling, can't help but miss April.

Her lips.

Her smile.

Her kiss.

Her smell.

Her skin.

"Honey"

Debbie hugged Sterling so tight. She knows Sterling is in shock but she's scared to let Sterling think negative thoughts and doubt herself.

"M-Can I still call you mom?"

Asked Sterling while they're hugging each other.

"Oh, sweetheart. I am your mom. No one else could be your mom. Okay? And you, are Sterling. You are our daughter. You are sisters - twin sisters."

Debbie softly touched their chins while smiling.

"See? I told you we're still sisters and twins."

Blair happily told Sterling. She smiled so wide. She's never been this happy to be a part of this family.

"I can't even imagine my life without you. I mean, who's gonna let me borrow a bra and never return it and doesn't get mad?"

Sterling laughed again. Anders and Debbie hugged the twins. They looked at each other with a genuine smile. Their hands intertwined with each other. Anders kissed Debbie on her forehead with a sigh of relief because the husband and the wife know that this night just made their family ties stronger than ever.

"Okay, can we please face the fact that you guys still didn't answer my questions last night?"

Typical Blair, asking questions and gets paranoid when they're not being answered.

"Okay, honey. First of all, we are having breakfast. I don't think it's appropriate to talk about that this time."

Blair's brows arched once again because of disbelief.

"A-actually, mom--" Sterling slightly smiled then reached for her nape. "--I want to know. I think I deserve that."

Debbie silently put down her tea, took the napkin out of her lap, and damped it on her lips before saying anything. Anders reached for Debbie's hand that is resting on her lap, which made her look at Anders. She took a big sigh.

"Okay, I'm going to make it short and precise."

Sterling and Blair are waiting for the answers while Anders enjoys himself chewing his food, but it is making an annoying sound. The three girls looked at him.

"What? I'm just eating my food."

Debbie rolled her eyes. The twins looked back at Debbie.

"Dana showed in our old house carrying you. Blair was just a month old. She told me she can't take care of you so she wanted me to take care of you as my own. Dana was a mess. I mean, she still is. But I don't know who your father is. That's it. "

Sterling isn't bothered anymore. She's a Wesley and will always be a Wesley.

"Are you going home right after school?"

Asked Blair while she's driving to school. Sterling's mind is still in the wind.

"Y-yeah. I guess. I don't have much to do."

Blair looked at Sterling with worry.

"It's gonna be okay. I know it's hard for you to walk around and see her in every corner but you have to be strong."

Sterling looked at Blair.

"Yeah. I just have to be strong."

Blair looked at her again, not convinced by how Sterling said those words.

"Or you can pretend you hate her again until it comes true."

Sterling looked at her.

"II-can't do that."

Sterling looked in the side-view mirror when she saw that they're approaching the parking lot.

"Just pretend. Okay? Act tough and doesn't care about her."

The last piece of advice from Blair before they step out of the car. "By the way, you have to take an uber later. I'm gonna meet with Miles. It's our make-up date. Or probably make-up-then-make-out-date."

Sterl just nodded to Blair.

"Incoming."

She whispered to Sterling as she saw April approaching them. Sterling's heart is pounding just the thought of hearing April's voice. She's directly looking at April while walking and is ready to stop whenever April greets her but to her dismay, April didn't greet her, or even called her name, or even took a glimpse of her.

Sterling stopped and turned around, chasing April's back by staring at her.

"Hey, Luke!"

Sterling turned her back before she sees the flirting that is about to happen.

"How is she doing that? I mean, that would be so hard for a gay woman to flirt with someone who's not even on her menu."

Whispered Blair to Sterling while walking towards the entrance.

"Shhhh someone might hear you."

Sterling dropped her bag then turned her face down the table. She kept taking deep breaths, assuming it would heal her aching heart.

"I told you to save me a seat beside you"

She heard the voice she's longing to hear, but she kept her cool and decided to only move when the bell rang.

"I'm sorry, Hannah B is already here when I came in. I wouldn't wanna sit beside--"

Ezequiel looked down at sleeping Sterling. April doesn't even need to turn her back to know who that girl is because even her peripheral vision can recognize her instantly. But for the sake of pretending, she looked around and rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

Hey guys I didn't know that tumblr has a limit. So I cant post the whole chapter. If you'd like to continue reading you can go to my wattpad account. Here's the link.

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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What if Peter found an animal on the way back from school and just couldn't resist bringing it home but like tried to hide it and fails almost immediately? Thought it'd be cute! Especially in your writing style. (which I can't get over seriously, I spent a whole night reading all of these fics they're my life! 💓💓💓)

A Supreme Pet

Peter, MJ, and Ned step outside and the vigilante groans when they find that it's pouring rain. He had to walk home today and in the pelting rain wasn't exactly his idea of fun.

"I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind giving you a ride home." Ned says.

Peter shakes his head. "It's fine."

"Aren't you supposed to call someone when it's cold out and Happy isn't here?" MJ asks. "Pretty sure you don't want to turn into a spider popsicle again."

"It's just rain. Snow is a completely different story." Peter says with a roll of his eyes.

MJ shrugs. "It was nice knowing you loser. I'll be sure to play a jack-in-the-box at your funeral."

Peter and Ned laugh as the girl walks away once she pulls up her good, and the two boys go their separate ways after doing their handshake. The vigilante had barely turned the corner from his school before he was already soaked through his clothes. He imagined that he must have looked like a drowned rat, and he was beginning to wonder if maybe he should have called someone.

That was until he heard a pitiful mewl and he went searching for the source of the noise in a nearby alley. If it had been anyone else, the sound would have been drowned out by the downpour, but since it was Peter and he had enhanced senses, he was able to hear it easily enough. He was also already soaked so he figured spending a few minutes looking for the poor creature wouldn't make a difference. Peter moves aside a few boxes and grins when he finally reveals a grey tabby kitten shivering between the brick wall of a building and a box he had yet to move.

"Hey buddy. You look how I'm starting to feel." Peter slowly reaches out and smiles when the kitten doesn't dart away or swipe at him, and gently picks it up. "No tags. There's no shelter on the way home either. Normally I'd go out of my way..." The teen shrugs and unzips his hoodie to bundle the kitten within before zipping it back up. "Sorry, it's not dry, but at least you aren't getting pelted anymore."

The tabby mews quietly in response, and Peter continues his walk to the subway, and then eventually the tower. He would probably have to hide the cat from his parents as they would probably make him get rid of it, but it was also possible they would let it stay until the rain let up. Unless Stephen opened a portal to an animal shelter. That was always a possibility.

Tony might drop kick it out of the towers front door like in the cartoons. Although the image was funny, he wouldn't let it happen. Peter would rather go back out into the rain and walk to the nearest shelter. Stephen would raise hell if he tried though. When it came to Peter, he was a parent first, if the teen tried to walk back out in the rain already soaked, he would be a parent and a doctor.

Which was surprisingly worse than Mama Bear.

Peter sighs with relief when he finally makes it to the tower and he steps into the lobby with an apology to the receptionist for the watery mess he makes as he walks to the private elevator. He rides the elevator up to the family floor, thanks whatever god was watching over him that his parents were nowhere to be seen, and darts into his room. He quietly closes the door behind him and unzips his hoodie when he walks into his connecting bathroom and gently sets the kitten on the counter by the sink. It had taken to the subway (and the actual walk) very well, which made things a lot easier for Peter. He'd hate to think how the trip would have gone if the tabby fought the entire way.

"Okay. So far so good...but you gotta stay quiet if you want to stay." The kittens meows and Peter shushes it. "None of that! Let's get you dried off. Stay."

Peter points at the cat as if it will help the creature understand, and slowly backs out of the room to change into some dry clothes. He throws his wet clothes into the tub (he didn't want to ruin the carpet and get yelled at by Tony), and grabs a towel hanging on the rack before carefully drying the kitten. He remembers a hair dryer stored under the sink, pulls it out after tossing the towel to the side (exposing a scraggly looking, and somewhat happier kitten) and turns it on to the lowest setting. He tests pointing it at the tabby and almost laughs out loud when the kitten actually starts to purr at the welcome heat.

"Not much bothers you does it?" The cat stretches out to enjoy the warm air and dry more of its body and Peter jumps when someone knocks on his bedroom door. "Just a second!"

"Pete! Did you walk home?!" Tony's muffled voice filters through.

"Uh...yeah? I'm fine!" Peter sneezes and he curses when his bedroom door opens. Of course his body would tell his father otherwise.

"That sneeze tells me differently. Are you drying your--" Tony stops when he rounds the corner and his attention immediately focuses on the now dry kitten.

Peter sheepishly turns off the hair dryer and puts it away. "There wasn't a shelter on the way home. I would have gone out of my way, but the rain was coming down really hard and I was already soaked--"

The teen is interrupted by Tony resting his forehead against his and he almost crosses his eyes at the sudden close-up. "Jesus kid...you're already running a fever."

"I'm fine!"

"I can get Mama Bear in here and you can tell him that."

Peter grumbles. "No thanks. He just looks at me and knows."

Tony moves back away. "Exactly. Now you and the fuzzball get into bed and warm up."

"I have to find something to feed him first. I'm hungry too!" Peter complains.

"If you can wait, I'll get Barnes up here to make you some soup and have FRIDAY order some cat stuff."

"Stuff?" The teen asks curiously.

"Stuff." Tony confirms and hoists the much happier kitten under one arm and leads his son by his shoulder to his bed with his other hand. "He's kind of cute. If you promise to take care of him, you can keep him."

Peter's head spun for two reasons. One, Tony's reaction to the cat was not at all what he was expecting, and two, he was starting to feel the other symptoms of a cold coming on. Even before the spider bite, whenever he got sick, it wasn't gradual. It came on fast. Now that Peter was a little more relaxed now that he made it home, the effects of walking through a storm was starting to hit him, and hit him hard. He was definitely feeling the fever, he felt sluggish, stuffed up, and his throat started to burn a bit. No doubt the start of a sore throat.

"...really?" Peter asks skeptically.

"Sure. Maybe we'll make him a lab cat when he's older." When Peter scrunches his nose, Tony winces at what he accidently implied. "Not as a test subject. Yeesh. Like an office pet."

Peter sighs with relief. "Oh. Okay. Sounds good then." He crawls into bed and Tony drops his furry burden onto the bed once the teen settles. The kitten happily curls up against Peter and purrs loudly when Tony affectionately scratches it's head.

"I have some work to do so Mom will probably be the one to bring in your soup and the cat stuff."

Peter nods. "Kay...thanks Dad."

"Stay in bed unless--"

"I know. I know."

Unless there's an emergency or if Tony or Stephen give him the okay. The engineer pats the teens head and leaves the bedroom and Peter turns on his tv, asking Karen to put on one of the Star Wars movies. Halfway through the movie, the teen turns his attention to the kitten curled against him and he props himself up to regard the small creature.

"I guess you need a name huh?" The tabby continues to snooze away and Peter smiles. "I could give you a Star wars name but then Dad would never stop griping and moaning." The teen gently scratches behind tiny ears. "Oh I know!" Peter says with a grin. "I'll go Disney instead. Tibbs! You kind of look like a Tibbs anyway."

"Is it sad that I know that comes from A Hundred and One Dalmations?" Stephen asks from Peter's open doorway and the boy laughs.

"Maybe a little? It also means I've succeeded in beating Disney stuff into your head."

"It will just be filed away with seemingly useless music trivia." Stephen drawls as he steps in with a bowl of soup in one hand and a couple bags of cat supplies in the other.

The soup was immediately handed to the teen once he sits up fully, and the bags were dropped onto Peter's desk. The sorcerer uses his magic to set up everything in the teen's room, with the explanation that it would probably be broken or made a mess of by the team if they set up the food and water bowls out in the kitchen, and then gently picks up the kitten who mews at being disturbed from his nap. Peter was pretty sure the tabby forgave Stephen though as soon as he was introduced to food and water because Tibbs practically inhaled the food. Once he finished with his meal, he kept himself entertained with his new ball and Stephen chuckles as he sits next to Peter. The occasional tinkle of Tibbs' ball and Peter's movie being the only things to fill the comfortable silence.

"I think Tibbs is a good idea for you." Stephen says after a couple of minutes.

Peter looks up from his soup. "What do you mean?"

"He might help with your sensory attacks."

"Huh...I never thought of that. I thought you liked when I came to you with those though."

Stephen smiles softly. "Maybe Tibbs can be an emergency anchor if me or Tony aren't here." He takes the empty bowl when Peter finishes his soup and sets it on the nightstand. "Have you gotten any sleep?"

Peter shakes his head. "Wasn't really tired. Just felt crappy."

"What about now?"

"A little now that I ate." The teen admits with a small yawn.

"Is Tibbs going to bother you?" Stephen asks as the tabby races across the floor to chase after his ball.

"Nah. Will he bother you?"

"Are you asking me to stay?"

"Only if the cat won't bother you."

"Move over Spiderling."

Stephen gets into the bed next to the teen and allows the boy to curl up, and turns his attention to the tv once they both get comfortable. Peter was always clingier than usual when he wasn't feeling well so either he or Tony would cuddle up with him until he fell asleep. If it was just a nap, they stayed and just watched tv, worked, or read a book. Stephen decided on tv once he changed the movie, and also kept an eye on the new kitten to make sure it didn't tear anything up or have any accidents. From what little Tony was able to tell him when his husband found him to let him know Peter had gotten sick, the kitten was calm and friendly so it would hopefully be easy to train it.

Stephen started by scruffing Tibbs with his magic and setting him in his litter box when he started to sniff around. He wouldn't let an accident happen on his watch, and especially not when Peter wasn't feeling well.

#tony stark #ironstrange #peter parker #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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36. "they're monsters" w brotherly prinxiety?? -blink

@blinksinbewilderment I got carried away

Monsters

pairings: brotherly prinxiety (V is 17, Ro is 16); brotherly losleep (Rem is 18, Lo 16); brotherly moceit (Dee is 19, Pat is 15); background remceit

warnings: mentions of child abuse; allusions to smut (none shown); sympathetic Deceit

word count: 2,285

They never would have all met if it hadn’t been for their parents all moving into the same little cul-de-sac. One quiet street, out of the way of the major roads. Two children per family. Three pairs of siblings who were dichotomous in almost every way.

The first were Remy and Logan. The elder shrugged off concerns like water - other people’s concerns, that is, not his own. He had very few of his own. He slept in late and stayed up later, but managed to scrape together enough money from odd jobs for a motorcycle that he maintained with pride. When their parents complained about the noise or the mess, he’d just give them a look over his glasses and say, “I’ll handle it.”

Logan, the younger of that family, was never going to be allowed to be similarly lax. Their parents never said the words, but the current was there, under every encouragement to focus on his classes and to “make something of yourself.” Unlike your brother. Logan had already been inclined towards regimentation, towards strict study schedules and perfectly-arranged binders. But even still, he loved his brother with as much intensity as he failed to understand him, and struggled for the words to tell Mum and Dad. Remy spent more and more hours out of the house, especially once he hit 18. Logan, only two years younger, was frequently assumed to be the elder as he held in his (to him) incomprehensible frustrations and wore ties as a high-schooler.

Remy found friends and kindred spirits in his neighbors. Dee, who refused to use either his full name or the dreaded “Junior.” Dee who was his own person, not just the copy of the father who’d left them. Dee, whose facial scars held a story locked behind a sneer and sarcasm. Only a year older than Rem and even more independent from his mom. Remy asked once why he hadn’t moved out yet. Dee went silent, and finally said a single word in reply: “Patty.”

Four years his junior, Patton also appeared to be an opposite of his brother. Where Dee had gone closed off and secretive, Patton was open and emotive. He scattered affection wherever he went, to almost everyone he met. To Dee’s smirk, Pat had a smile. A perpetual smile. An unflinching smile. Only 15 and trying to take care of everyone - his friends, his classmates, the stray cats he was allergic to, even his mother. Which is why Dee stayed, no matter what. No kid should have to take care of his parent, no sweet boy should have to swallow his own feelings to try to make his mom less volatile. So Dee worked as a bar back, as a waiter, as anything that would hire him as he saved and saved to get them both out.

Pat didn’t want to know, didn’t want to think about the implications of their family. So he didn’t know. He just knew his best friends, the boys who lived on either side of his house and who were only a year older. Lolo, who needed someone to make him laugh (even when he pretended not to). And Roro, who needed company.

Roman loved performing for his friends and the audience for the drama club. He was a great student when he could get himself to focus, but thrived on hands-on work and presentations, not long lectures or silent exams. His legs jiggled and bounced through classes as he tried to pay attention, all too frequently getting a talking-to from teachers who saw only that he sometimes succeeded, proof, of course, that his failure to do so consistently was just ‘laziness.’ But he took all too much after his parents, pure extroverts whose jobs brought them out of the house night after night. Leaving the house echoing and empty except for his older brother, Virgil.

Virgil was only a year older, but he might as well been from another planet. He was the lone introvert in the family, unable to mingle easily for hours as his family did. Unable to show affection in his preferred ways (a favorite snack, a small gift) and have his family understand it. And so he retreated more and more into himself, seeing himself as the odd one out, the one who didn’t belong. Not like Roman, their parents’ little prince.

Virgil had met the other older brothers on the cul-de-sac by chance as he’d stopped to admire Remy’s motorcycle. Remy, emerging from the garage, didn’t give him time to flee in shame before striking up a conversation and bragging about the repairs and enhancements he’d made. Dee had shown up the minute he was out of school, taken one look at Virgil’s dark clothes and messy eyeliner, and had immediately accepted the slightly-younger boy as part of the group.

The groups moved in parallel, never touching, just rotating from school to house, and the occasional jaunt to town if the licensed among them could be cajoled. Three older brothers and three younger looked across and saw an insurmountable gap. Three sets of siblings looked over and thought, “He’ll never understand me.”

It was a balance, of sorts. Until the scales shifted one day, as Virgil came home from school. He walked past Remy’s garage to see the bike outside, by itself, and the door mostly closed. He frowned, knowing how protective Rem was of his ‘baby.’ Pushing through the door, he immediately blanched and jumped back outside. Rem and Dee were inside, furiously making out against the garage wall.

“Oh fuck, was that Vee?” Rem’s voice asked

“Yeah, think so.”

“Sorry, Vee!”

“No you’re not,” Dee said, and Virgil could hear the smirk.

“No, I’m not,” Remy agreed.

“S’alright,” Virgil said through the door. “Not like this is a surprise.”

“…really?” Dee asked.

“I’m rolling my eyes at you,” Virgil told his friend, still not looking. “It’s been painfully obvious to everyone but you. Patton knew, and asked me about it, two months ago.”

“Oh,” Remy said softly. “I didn’t even know that long ago, not consciously at least.”

Virgil heard a muffled gasp that was definitely another kiss and straightened. “I’m gonna just go. You two have fun or whatever. Use protection.”

He trudged home, fighting the lump in his stomach. Of course he was happy for his two best friends. They deserved to be happy, and they’d been making googly eyes behind each other’s backs for months. He was happy they had each other, and knew they deserved privacy while it was so new. He’d be fine on his own. That’s what being an introvert meant, right?

Except that as he walked into his house, he realized the trio of younger brothers had picked this house as their hangout of choice today. Chatter echoed around the corner from the living room, punctuated with laughter. Virgil suddenly felt even more alone than he had walking over. He tried to make it to the stairs without being noticed, but apparently the snacks ran out at that very moment. Patton came around the corner, head turned as he grinned at his unseen friends around the corner. Turning, he suddenly caught sight of Virgil and stopped.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were home! Are we intruding?”

“Uh, nah, I just got here. ‘s fine, I’ll just be upstairs…”

“No, please, you should join us! I’m sure Ro and Lo won’t mind!” Patton said brightly.

“I don’t think…” Virgil started, but Patton had already grabbed his arm and started tugging him towards the living room.

“Look who I found!” he announced.

Logan was sitting sensibly on the couch, while Roman sprawled on the floor, surrounded by cardboard and fabric that was being coming into life as a posh umbrella, a prop for an upcoming play. Both young men looked up as Patton entered. Logan’s face was impassive, but Roman’s showed clear confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, curious with an edge of defensiveness.

“Just home early,” Virgil said, not making eye contact. “I was just gonna go upstairs-”

“No, then you’d be alone! We can’t let that happen!” Patton insisted.

“Why not?” Roman and Virgil asked in unison. Virgil looked over to see his brother looking away from Patton’s frown, his chin raised in defiance.

“Patton, I appreciate it, but you don’t have to include me just because I’m friends with your brother. Y’all just hang out, I’ll leave you to it.”

Roman seemed ready to let him leave, but then sighed and deflated. “No, you should stay. We were just about to order pizza. Mom and Dad texted that it’s a silent auction night. There’s no other food.”

“I can order something on my own-” Virgil offered.

“It’s fine,” Roman said, cutting him off. “We can save the drivers a trip from town.”

“That’s very sensible,” Logan said with approval. “We’ll be sure to tip well, regardless.”

“Oh, good,” Virgil said, perching on the top of the couch. “They deserve it, living in the capitalist hellscape.”

Logan’s eyes alit. “I was just reading a comparison piece on tipping culture of the US versus other similar countries, it was fascinating…”

The two went off on matching rants, leaving Patton and Roman on the floor to continue assembling props. “Why didn’t you want him to stay?” Patton murmured quietly, when he was sure the other two wouldn’t hear.

“We don’t- we don’t do things together,” Roman said, tweaking a bit of lace back and forth until it was just so. “He hates the whole family, he avoids us constantly. If he wasn’t talking to our resident nerd, I’m sure he’d resent being dragged in.”

“But aren’t your parents gone, like, all the time?” Patton asked, arranging fabric around a parasol handle. He wasn’t quite as precise as Roman, but his eye for color was perfect.

“Yeah. Just shows that he’s avoiding me. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna move out the minute he turns 18.”

“I thought that about Dee, and he didn’t!” Patton pointed out with a bright smile.

“…wasn’t there a reason for that, Patty?” Roman said very quietly.

Patton’s smile wavered. “I wonder why Virgil isn’t with him and Remy today,” he said instead of answering.

Virgil heard the last part of that sentence. “They’re uh. Busy today.”

“Busy?” Logan asked. To his surprise, Virgil’s dark cheeks turned the slightest bit pinker.

“Uh, yeah. They were… going to a thing together. 18 plus only.”

“That sounds fun,” Patton offered. “Too bad you couldn’t join them, Virge! Next year, maybe?”

“I hope not,” Virgil muttered under his breath. Speaking up, he asked, “Uh, were y’all gonna order pizza?”

“Yes indeed, thank you for the reminder,” Logan said, picking up his phone. “What do we want?”

“Not pineapple,” Virgil and Roman said at the same time. They briefly made eye contact, small smiles flashing across their faces for a moment.

“But I love pineapple pizza,” Patton said, pouting.

Roman immediately relented, unable to resist Patton’s puppy-dog eyes. “Half with and half without, then?”

“Sounds adequate,” Logan said with a small smirk. “I’m sure one of these days, you’ll even follow through on your dire threats against those of us with better taste, Roman.”

Roman turned to his friend and stuck out a tongue. “No one asked you, Tech-It Ralph!”

Virgil pulled out his phone, making it clear he could occupy himself. He was still an outsider here, when the three of them were so close. Brief conversations with Logan aside, he was still one of the older brothers, not part of the group. As Logan got drafted into helping with props, he was left alone on the couch. And that was fine, and to be expected. He was only still here because food hadn’t arrived yet.

When the doorbell finally rang, Logan, the only one able to calculate a tip in his head, answered the door cordially and accepted the delicious-smelling box. He set it down in the kitchen, fixing Roman with a look from a full room away that made Roman sheepishly leave his crafts in the living room. Virgil grabbed a plate, ready to take a piece and vanish upstairs. But Patton had other plans. He patted the seat next to him with a smile.

“Sit here, Virge! I’ve got Roman on my right, I can be in a brother sandwich!”

“I was just gonna-”

“No buts except for the one you put in this seat!” Patton said, smiling brightly.

“It’s best to admit defeat now,” Logan commented drily, sitting across from Patton on Roman’s right. “Once he’s picked you as a target for affection, there’s no escape.”

Virgil conceded and sat. He grabbed a slice of pineapple-free pizza and folded it over, biting from the side. He looked up to see Logan staring.

“What?”

“I… it runs in the family, apparently.”

“What does?”

“That odd way you eat your pizza.”

Virgil looked across the table to see Roman holding his slice identically, while both Patton and Logan held the crust.

Roman blinked, then spoke loftily. “That’s because Virgil and I were raised with class, and eat our pizza in the proper manner.”

“Sorry, kiddo, I think you’re the odd ones out here!” Patton said with a giggle. “Both our families eat pizza like this and like pineapple.”

“Can you believe this?” Roman squawked indignantly.

“They’re monsters,” Virgil said, shaking his head solemnly. He made eye contact with his younger brother, and tried out a small smile.

To his surprise and delight, Roman returned it. “They really are, brother mine.”

And, well. That wasn’t going to fix everything strained and tense in their family, wasn’t going to make them best of friends overnight.

But it was a start.

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#blink #Roses Writes Fanfic #Prompt Fill #prompt writing #remceit #platonic prinxiety #platonic moceit #platonic losleep #//child abuse #Brothers!!!#i had one set of brother and just wanted more #so now there are 3 sets #cause i can <3

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doglover502 · 5 years

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Some ABC pups writing headcanons things

Some headcanon things on my ABC pups that I might write as drabbles later or something I dunno

- The hotel is a couple of floors and honestly has more than enough rooms for all the kids to have their own, which they do. However, especially on the first few nights, all the kids would just end up meeting up in the hallway together for one reason or another (having a nightmare, getting thirsty, needing to pee), and they'd just all sleep together in the hallway until morning. Eventually Louie found out about this (probably from it being on the floor either right above or below the floor with him and Felix's room) and just ended up inviting them to sleep in his and Felix's room, a master suite with a bed that, while big, wasn't really made to hold 27 dogs, but they all fit around the room anyway. Even Zero joined on it, if only under claiming it just to make sure the other kids are ok it's not because she has her own bad dreams and needs comfort of her own nosirree.

- a lot of the pups tends to call Louie and Felix by their name, though some like Graham and Ramsay "Mrs Felix" or "Mr Louie" and others like Ursula and Florence go a bit more formal with "Mr/Mrs Stanley". The exception is Jay, who almost immediately upon moving in calls them "Mom" and "Dad", and Kai occasionally opening up with a more lax "Ma" and "Pops"

- Like I said, Louie's hotel business has been in his family for generations, making him and his family with more bones than some whole territories do, so it's not much of a problem for Louie to support all his new children. Technically speaking, if she ever wanted to, Felix wouldn't have to work another day in her life. But, technology's her passion, one that's made her quite a few bones herself

- Florence's love for beauty and insistence on keeping it is all thanks to Louie. She started at the adoption nice, but having semi-low self-esteem not really thinking she was pretty enough to get a family. One day, Louie noticed and decided to take her out to one of his weekly spa days (a surprisingly great way to unwind after the stress of finicky clients), and she gets a makeover. And she loves it, her fur was beautiful all it needed was a wash and pep, she wants to look like this from now, and spa days quickly become her and Louie's "daddy/daughter" activities.

- Louie's parents are, like Louie, purebred Brittany Spaniels. They're very smart dogs and do love their son, but also can come across as stuck-up and somewhat snotty. They quickly adore their new grandpups, but also low-key think their son's gone crazy. They also really don't like having Felix as their daughter-in-law, mostly due to how she once destroyed part of the family's first hotel when they first met and they never forgave her for that

Felix: "One accidental explosion and the in-laws hate you for life. It wasn't that bad, that hotel needed a windowed wall. It really lived up the place"

- Felix's parents end up being, funny enough, also adoptive, with a huge breed like a Mastiff mother, and a small pinscher father. Those 2 are big and fun, and completely coddle how they have so many grandchildren now. They leave the pups completely unprepared for bear hugs, kisses, a bunch of cheek pinching over how cute they are, and free candy.

- It comes as a surprise to the pups that Felix is in the same boat they're in now, especially Zero. Prior to them she always thought Felix was a sheltered airhead that also came from a rich luxurious life. So it's weird to see that somewhat goof of an adopted mother also started as a stray like her before being adopted into a middle-class family. But it also becomes a turning point when she starts to trust Felix a little more and to open up at least some hints of her experiences

- while they aren't the best at showing it, the older pups are the most grateful of Felix and Louie taking them in. Before they kind of accepted that chances were they were never going to have a home or parents since most dogs want puppies when looking for a kid. Though they try to find their own ways of showing it, usually by looking after their siblings every now and then for Felix and Louie to have a night out to themselves

- bathtime is a huge NIGHTMARE for the family. While some pups like Florence and Neptune are pretty easy going with it, everyone else recoils in fear of it, even some of the older pups can't stand it. I and this idea that eventually it becomes a huge game once or twice a week for the family (the "Stan Clan", I call them) similar to hide and seek. If a pup can hide themselves from Felix and Louie until 10 pm, they escape their watery fate. If they get caught, into the tub they go. With the main rule being they can only go up to certain floors so the parents can actually have a chance at finding them all. For the ones that have a week or two of successful hidings, then their newly acquired smell gives them away. No pup so far has managed to go over a month without a bath.

- Jay has been almost accepted into families before, but every time he refused unless they took Yelnats and Eugenia with them. Usually then said dogs would decline since Eugenia wouldn't talk and Yelnats spoke backwards which they thought was gibberish, and weren't sure how to handle it. If it wasn't for this loyalty, Jay probably would've found a home a long time ago.

- the pups all picked out their letters by themselves for the start of their names. Felix and Louie bought 26 necklaces for each letter and allowed them to pick out which one they wanted, with the final letter left going to be saved for the baby. They're still not sure how much coincidental or intentional the pups leaving the first letter for the baby are.

- during the first few months, Felix was pregnant with Alyssa, and the pups would later come together like a week before the due date, and all worked on giving their own special something for the baby. Some like Marbles, Indigo, and Winnetka and Xerxes painted the room. Winnie and Xerxes painted the ceiling to look like space, while some of the other pups made the walls look like the world in one room (with kriby dot explosions on one part of the wall right next to paint splatters and a beach). Florence picked out some clothes accessories, and Neptune picked out a fish light. Kai and Quincy tried to make their own lullabies of rock and EDM...before deciding maybe Treble would be better suited for lullaby music. The final gift was given by Zero, of an "A" pendant fashioned into a pacifier. As she definitely made sure it wasn't that she cared for their kid or something, so don't start thinking that Not-Mom.

It looks like this;

- an idea of Felix "nesting" in her lab or something, with a bunch of pillows and blankets and warmth, with the idea of having the baby "the old-fashioned way" of leaving in secrecy for a couple of hours and then later Louie will look for her and find her in her nesting area and there'll be baby....until the first contraction hit and she realized "oh my gosh I need some medicine and Louie's paw to crush off his wrist to get through this". It probably has some scenario of the older pups finding out and having to split up to take care of the younger pups and find a way to get someone from a hospital over to her lab for help, after Louie fainted (he just ran in to find his in-labor wife and just keeled over)

- in writing, Yelnats' backwards speech is in the words are backwards but not sentence, ti skool ekil siht. The exception to this rule are palindromes, so technically some words like "mom", "dad", "kayak", and the like can be understood just fine in between the rest of her speech

#abc pups #writing headcanons

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lamptracker · 5 years

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ooh Kris! a blurb about the reader and Tom adopting a child and growing up they get picked on because they're told by their classmates that they don't look like Tom or you so they ask about being adopted and they might resentment towards their birth parents, like they didn't want them; Loosely based on my brother being adopted but he's chill about it now.

“Everything alright, Oliver?” you ask your ten-year-old son as he slumps into a chair.

Oliver huffs. “Tyler made fun of me again.”

“Oh, sweetie, we told you what to do when he does that.”

“I know, Mom, but... but this time was different. He says that Tom’s not my real dad.”

You sigh as you look over at your husband. Should we tell him? you mouth silently.

Tom shrugs his shoulders. “We might as well. Oliver, listen. Tyler... is right. You were adopted. We didn’t mean for you to find out this way, we wanted to wait until you were a little older. But, it’s true.”

“Oh.” Oliver’s face crumples into a frown. “So what you’re saying is, I have another mom and dad that didn’t want me?”

“I... oh.” Tom looks to you for advice. You knew Oliver would eventually ask about this, and the counselor at the adoption agency warned you he’d be angry at his birth parents for “abandoning” him.

“The truth is, Oliver, your parents were really young when they had you,” you say, following the counselor’s advice to be open and honest with him. “They knew they weren’t able to take care of you, not the way they knew you needed to be taken care of. It broke their hearts to do it, but they decided to give you up for adoption to find someone that could give you everything you needed. We send them your school picture every year so they can see how you’ve grown.”

“And we tried for ages to have a baby of our own,” Tom added. “But it just wasn’t happening. So we decided to adopt. And that’s how you came into our lives. You’re the best thing that happened to us, Ollie; we love you so much.”

Oliver manages a tiny smile. “Thank you,” he says. “I guess when you explain it, it’s not too bad. Uh... you guys are my real parents, I don’t care what Tyler says.”

You walk over and wrap Oliver in a tight hug. “We love you, Oliver. And if you have any questions, you can ask us. Okay?”

“You got it, Mom. I love you guys too.”

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existentialstatesofmind · 7 years

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Jealousy is an ugly thing

Clare: nodded. "Aww no wonder she loves them. I think so, I mean you have been spending as much time as you can with Emi. No one can be with someone around the clock. It's good for her to have a normal routine and be around kids her own age. I'm sorry about your dad. I can't know what that's like. I've lost grandparents and other family members but it isn't anything like losing a parent. Do you have pictures and videos? So you can least see what he looked like and maybe get to hear his voice? I don't know if that would help or not." Clare winced as Dakota described what Emi's life had been like. It was easy for her to forget how easy she had it with everything that had been going on with her family recently but Clare really was lucky. Both of her parents loved her and had always been there while she was growing up. To the point where Clare used to take it for granted they always would be. Clare gasped and covered her mouth when Dakota got to the part where Emi was left alone for days with very little food. "Why didn't her mom take her to your house or somewhere else safe?" She hardly needed to point out how many horrible things could've happened to Emi. Had Emi's mom just assumed her relatives would find out she was there by herself and take her in? Was this woman even really coming back? Clare would never voice those kind of questions outloud, it wasn't her place. But she couldn't help thinking them. Clare sighed sadly. "Oh. That makes it even worse." Emi had been through a lot for a five year old. No wonder Dakota was so worried about her. If her mom came back, it would be good for Emi in one way but that little girl's world would be turned upside down again. She needed stability. Hopefully Emi's mom could figure out how to give it to her. Clare didn't understand how anyone expected Dakota to be able to do what a grown woman had failed to do. But he was doing a good job against all odds and she assumed his mom was helping him. Clare finally looked at him when Dakota mentioned spending fifth period out in the hallway instead of the library. She smiled. "Okay. Wherever Emi's comfortable works for me. Do you need to do anything else to reduce her fever? Drinking lots of liquids is supposed to be important. The school nurse might keep some Pedialyte on hand or sprite would probably work if she can have it."

Kota: smiled at Clare. "Thank you and no I don't. He was always working, like I said. The only one who knows what he looks like is our mom. She has pictures and always asked us if we'd like to know what our father looks like, but we've always said that if he wanted us to know him, he'd spend time with us on his days off of work. He never really made it a habit to be around us. I don't have any memories of him at all and he died when I was ten. My mom was around all the time so I know it's not just me, my older sister thought my mom kept telling us we have a dad so we didn't feel like he abandoned us or we're from six different guys. I mean that's how we knew we had a dad like mom would tell us she's pregnant, but we still never saw him. He went to the appointments because she'd tell us he's meeting her there and we'll get calls at home from his work, other than that it was like he never existed so why should he exist now when we've completely lost him? It's like saying 'This man is your father, but you'll never meet him since he was too busy working to get to know you' so it's kind of pointless when there's nothing nostalgic about them and even so there's no pictures of him with us or videos of him with us so he's just a stranger that shares the same DNA." he shrugged. "Mom goes to visit him, but we don't. We don't even know what to say to him other than 'We know you're our dad, mom told us, but we don't know what you look like and our only connection is our DNA. We have no memories of you so it's like nothing changed.' he was never in our lives from the beginning so why should he be in our lives at the end?" he asked looking at her. "He died during work and since then we've been getting his pay checks, my older sister is getting a job since I can't and she's giving me half of her pay for Emi. I have to budget it, she's giving me a notebook and I basically have to go to her for the money so she knows I'm not spending it on me. Plus she also wants to know what I'm buying her." he shrugged. Hearing Clare ask about his aunt caused him to sigh a little. "For starters my sister can't have kids and wants them. Imagine knowing you're not going to be pregnant and have your own kids and left with that burden. Then have someone saying 'I no longer want my kid.' how would you feel?" he asked curiously. "And second, no one knew my aunt was even in Canada. Emi was born and raised in Japan. The last time I saw my aunt was when I was five. The last time I talked to her was over the phone five years ago. My aunt was sure that Emi would come to us because the police looked at the emergency contact in the daycare center which was us." he added and looked back at Emi as she slept contently. "She's more comfortable on the floor. She's slowly teaching us the way she lived over in Japan. She makes all of us take off our shoes once we get in the door and put slippers on. My bed is now a bamboo sheet with a very thin mattress over it and I mean the mattress is a few centimeters wide like 4, we have pillows and a heavy blanket. My actual bed is in the guestroom because it's what she's used to. We just didn't change anything else, but we learned how to make dim-sum yesterday and we each have our own dim-sum pots too. Emi loved making hers, she and her mom would make it together since you put the dim-sum in the pot first, put the lids on depending on how many layers your pot is which we used five, the bottom was water so they would all get done at the same time. Emi was the best one since she was the teacher." he smiled at Clare. "I also knew how to cook in a wok, for such a large skillet it's fun to cook in." he chuckled a bit. "We seem to be going to the international market a lot. I bought a thing called bok choy." he chuckled. "As for her needing liquids, she's not used to it. Her body isn't used to our foods yet, our cuisine is more completely different and when we gave Emi McDonalds her first night here since she said it was her favourite, she got a really bad stomach ache so we've been introducing it little by little such as giving her some of our juices that aren't in Japan little by little to where she can drink a cup of fruit punch." he said honestly. "But Emi is taken care of for a cold. She asked for ginger water so I have some for her." he assured and felt his phone vibrate. After checking it he sighed. "We might have to go to a hotel." he stated and looked at Clare. "My sister decided to buy a fruit called durian when Emi told her not to. Needless to say, my sister bought it since someone said it was sweet and juicy. Emi tried to put it back multiple times with no success. The guy picked it out for us and said it was ripe, both were ripe, but when she cut it open, it was the worst think I smelled in my life. Emi, my mom, my sister, my brother Ash, and Ash's girlfriend all barfed from the smell I just covered my mouth and ran outside. Well the second fruit was forgotten and left in a cabinet, it broke when she dropped it and both her and my mom are getting sick from the smell so they're dumping bleach on it to hope it helps. They said if the smell doesn't go away in a few hours, they're dumping more bleach on it along with plugging in a few air fresheners and we're leaving for the night." he sighed. "They should've listened to Emi. She grew up around that stuff.

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