🕊 the face of an angel fr 🤍

Guess who fell right smack back into BATFAMILY feelings hell?  Who has two thumbs and really thought they were truly out of the DC game, that it had been like ten years since they’d read a single comic, that they were finally safe from crying about stupid bats and birds?  Yeah, that’s right, this nerd.  And now I’m waking up and choosing violence on the rest of you by throwing every I’m Having Dick Grayson Feelings Fic at you that I can find, because this fandom is fantastic for it.   This list will skew towards my fave, but I hope there will be some good Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, and Steph fic for anyone who wanders by for them!  You just have to scroll for a second first. I probably tend towards a slighty softer view than canon always provides (I will grab hold of Nightwing #100 with both hands and a death grip, though, and you can’t take Dick & Bruce hugs away from me now) but that’s what fic is for!  All the emotional resolution the source material cannot give us itself and I am GOING to inhale all of it like it’s oxygen and I’m on a run.  And then shove it at everyone I can while crying on them, too. BATFAM FIC RECS - BABY DICK IS THE CUTEST FERAL ROBIN I’M NOT HEARING ANY ARGUMENTS: ✦ Stay a Child by ijustwanttodestroy, dick & bruce & alfred, 2.2k      “Redo it,” Bruce orders. “Aw, come on!” Dick dares to pout — a thing that he uses often, and would work on anyone but Bruce and Alfred. Sometimes. Bruce gives him a look. “I’m not going to do it for you.” “I’m going to misdo it until you do,” Dick threatens. ✦ Sweater Weather by MashpotatoeQueen, dick & bruce, 2.2k      Dick Grayson is eight, Bruce Wayne is trying, and there’s a walk home in the rain. ✦ Hay Is for Horses by lurkinglurkerwholurks, dick & clark & cast, 2.7k      The sleepover had been Dick’s idea. In which Clark is a good but very overwhelmed uncle who is Trying His Best. ✦ Eye of the Storm by Janie__loops, dick & bruce & cast, de-aged!dick, 2.5k      Dick Grayson becomes once again a traumatized volatile murderous eight year old, and the only thing more surprising is how adept Bruce is at handling him. ✦ A Blur of Spinning Wheels by chinuplilpup, dick & bruce & alfred, 10.1k      Dick is on the chandelier. An eight year old. A genius gymnast, to be sure, but a child, small for his age and under Bruce’s legal care. On the chandelier. Twenty five feet above the ground, surrounded by glass and kept up by a single fifty-year-old chain bolted to the ceiling. Bruce is going to have to check his blood pressure after Dick is safe on the ground. ✦ The Flame and the Night: A Bedtime Story by WingFeathers, dick & clark, 1.8k      Dick’s thrilled to stay with the Kents, but they go to bed far too early for him to sleep. It turns out to be a job for Superman, who shows Dick the Kansas night sky and tells him a story from Krypton––a story about two gods, called Nightwing and Flamebird. ✦ (T)his Child by shanahane, dick & bruce & alfred, 2.1k      ”I’m here for the elephant,” Bruce says bluntly. ”Elephant?” Haly says. ”We haven’t had elephants in over two decades, what…?” ”The toy. That Dick left on his bed.” OR What wouldn’t Bruce do for… this child? ✦ 5 Times Dick Grayson was in the Newspaper Because of Bruce Wayne by Engineerd, dick & bruce & alfred & clark & cast, 4.7k      Batman and Robin are Gotham’s urban legends, and Bruce wants to keep it that way. “I know that,” Clark said. “But when Robin eventually goes officially public, I want to be the one that does the interview.” ✦ we don’t allow monsters in these walls. by thychesters, dick & bruce, 1.8k     New dad Bruce is still trying to figure things out with Dick. He’s not his dad, not his brother, he’s just … he’s B, the guy Dick runs around with at night fighting crime. He’s worried, and he’s scared, and he’s too protective. Tonight the protective side just won out. ✦ shades of monochrome by renecdote, dick & bruce & clark, 6.1k      He can’t even think, let alone think how to act. His brain is like a broken record, stuck on a loop of blood and ringing gunshots and Bruce is going to die. “It’s going to be okay,“ Alfred says. But it isn’t. How can it be? Dick takes a deep breath and screams for Clark as loud as he can. (The one where Bruce gets shot and Dick cries a lot.) BATFAM FIC RECS - ADULT BATSON AND BATDAD ARE MY KRYPTONITE, I FOLD LIKE WET CARDBOARD FOR THEM: ✦ Ghosts by fanfictiongreenirises, dick & bruce & batfam, 2.5k      “Nights like this, when everything was balanced on the edge of a knife, when Bruce could feel Gotham clawing at them with her claws, he could feel their gazes scraping his back.” Bruce waits for backup with an unconscious Nightwing tucked in his cape. ✦ When I Touch the Water by audreycritter, dick & bruce, 2.7k      Bruce is trying to deal with an old injury alone, and alone is exactly the opposite of how Dick Grayson is willing to let him handle it. But Bruce can’t really complain because it’s nice to see his son again and not fight for once. ✦ Making Time by CaptainOzone, dick & bruce & cast, 6.5k      Bruce does not remember anything leading up to this moment. He does not remember teaming up with Superman recently, nor does he remember being anywhere but Gotham proper. He does remember having Robin at his side. Robin, it turns out, is not there any longer. God does he hate magic. ✦ to love is not to leave by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce, 1k      Dick called Alfred for a medical consult last night, so when he hears someone at his door, he’s not exactly surprised. What does surprise him is that the man who came to check in on him isn’t Alfred: it’s Bruce. ✦ Olive by Ptelea, dick & bruce, 1.5k      In which Dick and Bruce catch up in the kitchen sometime after episode 11, “Not It,” Dick peppers his speech with condiment-related puns, and Bruce is sort of amazed by his life sometimes. ✦ too lost and hurting to carry my load by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce, 1.8k      Dick is sick and feverish, and those two things are forcing him to face some previously-stifled fears and insecurities. He really just needs someone to take care of him. ✦ No Other Songbird Like You by SilverSkiesAtMidnight, dick & bruce & damian, 8.5k      The difference between grappling off a building and free-falling off a building is actually a very small difference. Really, it’s just the difference between firing your gun before you jump, like Bruce always insisted on according to safety protocols, and firing after you jump, when it’s more fun. The fun way, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, is totally fine and has absolutely no consequences. ✦ mid-May’s eldest child by one_step_closer_to_death, dick & bruce, 1.2k      Dick’s sick and Bruce takes care of him. BATFAM FIC RECS - EVERYBODY LOVES DICK: ✦ Handle with Care by takadainmate, dick & bruce & damian, 3.4k      Dick is sick. Alfred isn’t around. Bruce and Damian do their best. Damian had known something was wrong. ✦ Off The Record by amathela, dick/donna, NSFW, 1.2k      Dick and Donna work off the aftereffects of a mission. ✦ Rejoice in Youth by FlashThroughLight, dick & bruce & tim & damian & jason & alfred, 6.1k      Dick has been regressed to the age of four, now Bruce and the rest of the family has to look after him until he returns to his rightful age. If Bruce thought teenage Dick Grayson was unruly, nothing could prepare for the storm that is Dickie Grayson. AKA Dick cons his family into giving him hugs. ✦ The Real in Funereal by lowflyingfruit, dick & damian & alfred & tim & jason & barbara & selina & cass & cast, 9.3k wip      Batman is dead. So is Bruce Wayne. And the Bat-family is struggling to cope, both publicly and privately. But crime in Gotham waits for no Bat, and like it or not, new grievances and old, the family must pick themselves up. Gotham needs its defenders, before their grief tears them apart. (Battle for the Cowl AU) ✦ Visions of Sugarplums by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce & damian, 3.7k      See, it happens like this. Everything’s normal for them all—or, well. As normal as a family full of vigilantes can get. But things are running smoothly. He keeps his head up and his ears open, though, because he may be able to move forward, but he isn’t stupid enough to think that he’s not going to hit a bump in the road. He always hits a bump in the road. He just hadn’t expected this. ✦ Safety First by SuperWhoLockianFangirl, bruce & dick/babs & dick/roy & dick/wally, 2.6k      Bruce Wayne can handle lunatics like the Joker without even flinching, but the hurtles of raising a teenage boy prove more daunting. When it comes time to give Dick the “Talk”, he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. And unfortunately for him, he finds himself repeating the experience multiple times over the years. BATFAM FIC RECS - BATKIDS ALL HAVE MANY SIBLINGS AND THEY’RE ALL PETTY ASSHOLES AND/OR WONDERFUL BABIES AND I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE BEING: ✦ Catch by Ptelea, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce & cass & steph, 13.7k     Five times Dick caught one of the younger Bats, and one time he wasn’t the one to do so ✦ Stubborn by audreycritter, dick & jason & tim & damian & cast, 20.3k     Dick is usually the one taking care of everyone else and he’s bad at asking for help. So bad, in fact, that he never even actually asks– but Jason shows up anyway. And then Dick returns the favor. And then they both do for Tim. And it’s just going to keep going from there. It’s probably Alfred’s fault. When your butler mom calls and says, "Go check on your brother,” you don’t argue. You just do it. ✦ Without Question by lowflyingfruit, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce, 6.2k     There is something very wrong with Dick at the moment. He’s doing everything Bruce says without a hint of protest. Tim’s going to get to the bottom of this. ✦ Ranking Robins by Beauty_In_Her_Darkness, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce, 5k     Buzzfeed has been cranking out quiz after quiz about Gotham’s Bat-themed superheroes. When Jason shows them to his family, him and his brothers decide that not only should their adoring fans get to rank the Robins: Bruce should too. ✦ Carry by Ptelea, dick & jason, 4.9k     Whoever said, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,” didn’t have to haul you around. ✦ a pointless resistance by emavee, bruce & dick & jason & alfred, time loop, 26.7k     It starts with a news report running in the background of a greasy little diner, but it ends with Dick dead. Except, it doesn’t stop there. It keeps on ending, over and over. Bruce’s son keeps dying, and nothing he does seems to make any sort of difference. ✦ while you see it your way by irnan, bruce & dick/babs & tim & cass & damian & alfred, 4.5k     Wherein Damian acts his age for once, and - to the astonishment of absolutely no one - it’s all Bruce’s fault. ✦ Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile by loosingletters, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & steph & damian & duke & cast, 21.2k wip     Bruce had two options when Dick found the Cave. 1) Tell him the truth. 2) Go along with Dick’s excited “You’re dating Batman!” until he figured out the truth. Several children later Bruce wished he’d gone with option 1) or he wouldn’t have to deal with all his kids believing he and Batman were separate people. ✦ Bomb Sing Se by Cephalogod, dick & jason & tim & cass & steph & damian, 2.2k     The thing was…it wasn’t actually the worst idea. (The bombs in the gauntlets part; Jason had vocally disapproved of every aesthetic decision Dick had ever made since they were teenagers, Dick wasn’t going to start listening to him about that now.) ✦ Above Any Price by centreoftheselights, dick & jason & tim & damian, 1.6k     Dick gets the news that Jason has been taken hostage. This time, he’s going to save his brother. ✦ Upside Down by withthekeyisking, dick & jason, de-aged!dick, 2.1k     Something that was not on Jason agenda for the night, but somehow now is: take care of the de-aged version of his big brother, who is—in his tiny mind—apparently running away from juvie. Because, sure. Why the fuck not. ✦ straight up, what did you hope to learn about here by irnan, bruce & dick & damian & barbara & jason (background dick/babs), 3.8k     (or: Three Conversations Dick Grayson Has About Jason Todd, That One Time A Couple Years Ago When Jay Was Dead, And How Talia Al Ghul Is Why Dick Can’t Have Nice Things.) ✦ Now Comes Good Sailing by geminus_17, dick & jason, 2.3k     Dick and Jason escape to Walden Pond and have a healing talk about the meaning of life and death, and insult Henry David Thoreau. ✦ on the other side by MermaidMarie, dick & jason & tim, 3.6k     In which Tim and Jason are staying up all night in the hallway, after Dick gets his memories back. ✦ Control Alt Delete by audreycritter, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & cass & stephanie & riddler, 1.9k     Sometimes the only way to solve an impossible riddle is to give up. ✦ Extension by smilebackwards, tim/kon & dick & jason & bruce, 5.9k     Tim’s going to need to learn to be less conspicuous about this hopeless crush he’s developed; he lives with an entire family of detectives. Or: Tim has a crush on Conner and everyone has something to say about it. BATFAM FIC RECS - JASON TODD IS AN ASSHOLE CAT, I’M GONNA THROW HIM AT DICK BECAUSE IT’S FUNNY (AND MAYBE SOME OF HIS OTHER SIBLINGS TOO): ✦ The 70 Days After Groundhog Day by Ptelea, dick & jason & batfam, time loop, 43.9k      There’s a time loop that only Jason remembers. It acts as a catalyst for changes within the family. Some arguments, some misunderstandings, some bonding, some healing, and quite a lot of conversations that mostly take place over food. Dick POV, focused on Dick and Jason but with the other Bats around and very present. ✦ Fair is Fowl by Lysical, dick & jason & batfam, 4.3k      Dick Grayson is visiting the Manor. Jason Todd has the chickenpox. They might not be brothers, but maybe they can get along for one evening. ✦ Ensemble Performance by lowflyingfruit, jason & damian & batfam, 4.8k      Damian has a deep, dark secret he needs kept from Grayson, his father, and most of all Drake, at all costs: he has, quite unwillingly, been volunteered for a part in his school’s annual musical. As a grouchy dinosaur. This is now Jason’s problem. Or his blackmail opportunity. Whichever. ✦ Home Intrusion by daedalusdavinci, dick & jason & cast, 7.2k      There are moments when the… everything of Dick’s life catches up with him, and exhaustion sinks deep into his skin. However, when he goes dark on everyone else, Jason doesn’t quite get the memo. Rules never seem to apply to little brothers. After two weeks of little more than clipped texts, Jason shoves his way into Dick’s life and gets him up and moving again. BATFAM FIC RECS - DICK AND DAMIAN WERE THE BEST BATMAN & ROBIN, I’M NOT HEARING ARGUMENTS ABOUT THAT EITHER: ✦ 3:16 by partingxshot, dick & damian & alfred & stephanie & cast, 70.7k      The knife pushes thin along Dick’s carotid artery, cupping the indent between neck and jawline—forcing him to angle his chin. The metal is warm, pulled with execution speed from under Damian’s pillow. “Okay,” Dick says quietly, tracking the intricacies of his own heartbeat—counting the space between breaths. “Guess I did need a shave.” (With faltering steps, Dick and Damian become Batman and Robin.) ✦ The R Stands for – by Cirth, dick & damian & bruce & talia, 5.8k      Damian pretends to focus on lacing up his boots as his father tugs Drake to his side, plants a gruff, casual kiss in his hair. Drake’s lips curl into a pleased smile, and Damian yanks the strings so hard his palms burn. ✦ The Rule Stands by Engineerd, dick & damian & bruce & tim & alfred, time travel, 11k      Damian meets a 10-year-old Dick Grayson, and they become best friends. ✦ this tiny little space by Alienu, dick & damian, 2.1k      The landing on his fire escape is nearly silent. Nearly. ✦ waiting for the tides to meet by partingxshot, dick & damian, 2k      Grayson behaves like this sometimes: like Damian needs to be protected. It twists his stomach in sharp and unfamiliar ways. “You leave, then!“ Damian spits. "I’ll—I’ll track Clayface on my own.” Another shudder takes him. The pain floods him all over again. It doesn’t matter: he won’t cry out. The rain pelts the dumpster behind him. It pools in cracks in the concrete. ✦ the city without stars in its skies by Alienu, dick & damian & batfam, 18.5k      (Or, in a world where he was never sent to live with his father, Damian al Ghul is contracted to assassinate one Dick Grayson.) ✦ Catch Me (All Records Indicate) by Engineerd, dick & damian & batfam, 9.5k      Damian had studied each of his father’s prior proteges briefly before he’d left the League of Assassins. Somehow, Grayson in person is nothing like Grayson on paper. OR “Are you sure you can catch me?” Grayson asked. Damian could hear his heart beating. He wasn’t sure. “Yes,” he answered anyways. ✦ Even in the Midst of Grief by Ellegrine, dick & damian, 4.3k      Richard Grayson has never hurt Damian. It’s unforgivable that anyone should believe otherwise. BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, MAKE ME CRY ABOUT BATS AND BIRDS, THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR: ✦ Second Generation by lowflyingfruit, dick & bruce & tim & barbara & jason & alfred & cass & cast, aftermath of rape + depression, 108.9k      Nine months after the ‘Blockbuster Incident’, a call from Lockhaven Penitentiary regarding Catalina Flores brings all Dick Grayson’s plans for his future in Bludhaven crashing down. Thrust suddenly into parenthood and hiding what happened to make him a parent in the first place, Dick must decide, adjust, and accept - and no matter what, the family has to pull together to help him. ✦ Savior Complex by Arwriter, dick & bruce & barbara & tim & jason & damian & alfred & cast, 11.6k      “All I did was disappoint you.” He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t catch his breath. “I just wanted to do good. I just wanted to be better and all I did was make everyone angry.” Or: When Bruce comes back from the dead, Dick goes nonverbal. Nobody seems to have the time to notice. ✦ Essential Actions by CKBookish, dick & clark & bruce & wally & cast, 8.8k      Clark shifted his weight making the floorboards creak and groan under his feet. “Dick I hate to see you–” He paused searching for the right word. Dick snorted. “Wallow?” Clark sighed. “That’s not what I was going to say.” “I know. I can go to the barn and hang out there if I’m bothering you and Lois.” Dick pushed himself up. Of course he should have thought of that. Lois didn’t want some random teen laying around her home on Christmas Eve. Dick’s first Christmas without Bruce after he’s fired. ✦ The Night It All Came Crashing Down by chibi_nightowl, dick & jason, rape aftermath/read the tags, 4k      After a difficult night on patrol, memories Dick would much rather forget come to the surface. Thankfully, Jason’s there to catch him before he falls. ✦ The Winter of Our Discontent by BloodFromTheThorn, dick & bruce & jason & tim & alfred, 10.2k      Why did criminals always think that the best time to make a disturbance was in the middle of winter? Between the snow, Clayface and Scarecrow, Dick’s having a really bad day. It really doesn’t help that Batman’s late. ✦ The Universe Doesn’t Get to Take This by fishfingersandjellybabies, dick & bruce & damian, 1.9k      “And they’re so important that you don’t come home to check on your recently un-amnesiac brother? And here, I thought I was your favorite.” BATFAM FIC RECS - THROW BABY DICK AT BATTISON, C'MON DO IT, IT’LL BE HILARIOUS: ✦ In This or Any Other Universe by wildsofmarch, dick & bruce & alfred, 33.4k      Dick Grayson (DCU) accidentally lands himself in Battinson’s Gotham. ✦ I’m a Good Pretender by shipNslash, dick & bruce & alfred, 40.4k      Dick’s mother raised her son to be a star. Dick’s father raised his son to be an athlete. Bruce’s new ward is charming (manipulative), dedicated (obsessive), and way, way too smart for either of their own good. ✦ take these broken wings and learn to fly by fishingclocks, dick & bruce & alfred & cast, 45.5k wip      or, How Dick Grayson Burrowed His Way Inextricably into the Heart of Bruce Wayne ✦ i turned around, there was nothing there by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred, 3.1k      the batman got me thinking about battinson with a robin. this is that. ✦ Robin’s Light by iammadeofmemories, dick & bruce, ~1k      ‘Lies still’. Murder weapon still missing, Why riddles? Why leave a code? And why— “B! Whatcha working on?” or, in which I throw nine-year-old Dick Grayson at Battinson.

Feliz Navidad

𖤐 Pairing: Husband! Alejandro x Wife! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐 Warnings: fluff, strong language, married couple, children, family arguing, Christmas Party, kissing, drinking, italics=Spanish, some badly translated Spanish, protective Alejandro, disrespectfulness,

𖤐 Summary: Alejandro and his wife and kids are going to his family's annual Christmas Party, it is always so huge, and everyone is having a good time. Kids doing their gift exchange and the adults get to play White Elephant which is always a blast.

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10:00AM

Alejandro was getting his kids ready as Y/n his wife was getting the last bit of tamales ready. She cooked probably THOUSANDS of tamales for the big family.

She had volunteered to make the tamales for the family, but never again, she has spend 4 days making tamales, the first few days she was in the dark on making them and had to spend the last two days rushing.

Alejandro came downstairs holding their youngest in his arms as his two oldest ran to their mami.

"MAMI!" They yelled.

"Santiago, Maria," she smiles, bending down and kissing her two oldest kids. "You two look so cute in your sweaters."

"Papi, dressed us," Maria says.

"And you look so cute, both of you," she stood up and looked at her husband and youngest. She walked to him taking the baby from his arms. "You look so goofy," she says, looking at Alejandro.

"What do you mean? I like my sweater."

"Boats and Hoes?"

"What's a hoe?" Maria asked, looking at her parents.

"Ho, ho, ho, duh Maria, Santa."

"Yes," Alejandro agreed, knowing that's not what it means.

"Go put on a different one, your mother will also throw a fit."

"She's use to it," Alejandro says. Walking away to go change. She looked down at her baby and kissed her puffy cheek. "Come on, babies let's get to packing the car."

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12:30PM

Arriving at Alejandro's parents house, the kids ran inside to their cousins, Alejandro carried the baby and some presents as Y/n carried the tamales.

"MAMA!" Alejandro yells.

"ALEJANDRO, Y/N! It's lovely to see you," she says, helping Y/n with the food. She even pulled Y/n to meet some of Alejandro's cousins she's never met before.

Alejandro went to go find his kids and give them the presents to put under the tree and then afterwards to go find all the men which they were all downstairs.

He was given a glass of hard whiskey as they played pool, poker or watched the football game going on.

When Alejandro first introduced Y/n to his family, they were strict on speaking ONLY Spanish at the house, but now meeting Y/n, they all learned English just for her when she came over and Y/n had picked up a little Spanish to impress Alejandro's mom, his dad already loved Y/n.

Y/n had a glass of wine and laughed and gossiped with the Vargas ladies.

"I heard Mario is bring a new girl."

"Ugh! What is this number 50 or something?"

"She won't last 4 weeks."

"Whatever that's forever, I say 2 weeks," the ladies were all making bets on the eldest cousin of Alejandro's family, Mario, he's probably had more girlfriends then they could count and they all barely make it to week 3.

"Y/n, you've met some of his girlfriends, what do you say?" They all looked at her as Y/n hesitated if she should even give her own opinion.

"Oh, umm~ I'm not sure..." she was thinking. "Maybe 2 weeks?"

"See, even she agrees."

"Mami, can we go outside?" Maria and Santiago ran up to their mom, as their older cousins were getting up and ready to go out, they just waited by the front door for them two.

"Yes, but be careful."

"Eh! Sebastián watch over your younger cousins!!" Sebastián's mother, Carmen yelled.

"I KNOW MA!" He yells from the front door as all the cousins ran out the front door once Maria and Santiago got their shoes on.

"Mmm~"

"Oh, mama Y/n, your baby's waking up," Alejandro's mother held the baby in her arms and when the baby woke up she passed her to Y/n.

She placed her wine down on the table in front of her and took her baby.

"She's probably hungry, excuse me for a minute."

"Take your time," Alejandro's mom said as Y/n went to an empty bedroom and just cracked the door behind her. She sits on the bed and lifts her shirt.

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Alejandro was standing by the pool table talking with his uncle Luis, he worked for an airline and liked to travel, he just came back from Japan and was able to walk around Japan for a while.

"Alejandro." Alejandro's cousin Dante interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"Mario's here with his new girl," Alejandro rolled his eyes and excused himself to go upstairs, some of the other guys followed to go meet girl number 50.

As they got up there, Alejandro immediately looked around for Y/n but didn't see her.

"Ma-?"

"She's upstairs feeding the baby," he nodded and went upstairs to go find Y/n. He could see a door just cracked and light coming from inside the room.

He smiles knowing she's in there. He gently knocks scaring her a little as she was too focused on the baby, she looks up seeing the door slightly open.

"Hey, mi amor."

"Oh Alejandro, you scared me."

"Sorry." He chuckles. Coming to sit next to her.

"She was just hungry."

"Where the kids?"

"Outside, I heard Mario's here."

"Yeah, I haven't seen him, yet, I wanted to come find you first." He says, leaning forward and kissing her neck.

"She woke up from her nap," she yawned but smiled when he kissed her neck.

Alejandro's hand went to the back of the baby's head and just watched her take in Y/n's milk. He's done this before when Maria and Santiago were babies, he likes the feeling of his big hand taking in their small heads.

Alejandro and Y/n looked up when they could hear downstairs get a little loud.

"They're probably arguing," Alejandro says.

"What's a Classic Vargas Christmas party without an argument," Y/n says as Alejandro chuckled and shook his head, knowing she was right.

"Yeah, I'll be downstairs, I'll let you finish up," he kissed her lips and left the bedroom, cracking the door behind him and heading downstairs.

Low-in-behold, Y/n was right, Alejandro's mom and Mario's mother yelling at Mario for bringing home a girl they disapprove of.

"IT'S NO DIFFERENT THEN HIM BRING HER INTO THE HOUSE!!" He was talking about Alejandro and Y/n.

"Y/N IS DIFFERENT-"

"NO, SHE'S NOT!"

"WATCH IT, MARIO! WATCH WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT MY WIFE!!" Alejandro jumps in.

"I think it's best if you leave, Mario."

"No way, I wanna stay, I wanna stay and do the classic family things, I'm not leaving, where's the fucking booze," Mario stormed off downstairs as his clueless girlfriend was left at the front door facing both moms and Alejandro.

"Where should I put the burritos?"

"Eh dios mio (oh my god)." Mario's mother says as she walked away.

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Alejandro went back downstairs and saw Mario starting to pick fights with their uncles and other cousins.

"Mario, why don't you settle down?"

"Yeah, with a nice young woman or something."

"You've been at this for too long, it's sad really."

"Yeah, Alejandro's done it, he has a beautiful wife and 3 kids with her, settle down Mario, you don't to be hoeing around."

"It's fun, and I can sleep with whoever I want to, Uncle Daniel," Mario says as he chugs some more liquor.

Speaking of, Y/n was walking downstairs with Dante, holding the railing and her baby girl in her arms.

"Alejandro-"

"Ohhh~ speaking of which," some of the men cooed at Y/n as she just blushed and Alejandro waved them off and flipped some off as he blocked Y/n from their view.

"Yes, mi amor?"

"Mi amor~," the men mocked Alejandro. He just smirks and shook his head of embarrassment.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," Alejandro rushed back upstairs.

"Your mom just asked if I could get you for her."

"Oh okay, come on."

As they came around the corner kids started to run at them almost knocking Alejandro over as they crowded Y/n with the baby in her arms, they all asked to see the baby since they didn't get to before. She took them to the couches to sit and get a better look at the baby.

Alejandro's mom wanted him to start making plates for the guys downstairs. Placing tamales on a big tray and sending him down there with the big tray.

"You couldn't get dad to do this?" Alejandro groaned.

"He's old and you're young and strong," she says.

"What about Dante? He's fucking 9 years younger than me!"

"You know I hate that language, Alejandro, go give them their food."

"This is ridiculous," he rolls his eyes.

"Could I help?" Mario's girlfriend asked.

"Eh? No, no, we got it from here," Alejandro's mother said, walking away.

----------

"Y/n, how old is she?"

"3 months."

"How come we couldn't see her last time?"

"I'm not sure."

"Can I hold her?"

"Yes, be very careful with her."

"My mami says babies don't drink formula or water, so what does she drink?"

"Umm~ You know what, you should ask your mami," Y/n says with a smile.

"Y/n, would you like to eat?" Alejandro's mother asked form the kitchen.

"Oh, yes. Just a minute please."

"Sure."

"Can I have her back?"

"Yes," they gave the baby back to Y/n and she stood up from the crowd of children and walked to the kitchen getting a plate of her tamales and the other family members food.

"Y/n, these tamales....are the BEST!"

"Really? I hope so, I spent so long on them."

"I sent you the recipe didn't I?" Alejandro's mother says.

"You did and I followed it, but either I messed up on the filling or I accidently overcooked them or undercooked them, but then I had Alejandro help me a little bit and got them just right." Y/n explained.

"My mami, knows how to cook," Maria says, coming into the kitchen to get her plate.

"Yes, yes she does."

"Could I do the tamale next year?" Mario's girlfriend.

"Who's going to tell her, she's not even going to make it week 2 with Mario?" One of Alejandro's cousins whispered to the family and just gave her an awkward smile.

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"Alright kids, lets do the gift exchange!" Alejandro's mother yelled from the living room and within minutes the kids came piling in.

"Okay, get in a circle, grab your presents you came in with and when the music plays you pass it around we do it two times and then when the music stops, whatever present you have is what you get!"

It's a fun little game the kids played, Alejandro's family started it at a random time when Alejandro was only 4 years-old and now is more of a tradition with the kids.

Mario scoffs when the last time Mario did it before he was deemed too old, his last gift was from Alejandro. Alejandro had spent his chores money on an expensive gift and when it came to the gift exchange, Mario got it and through a fit about it, being fucking ungrateful. Which hurt Alejandro's feelings that maybe he shouldn't have spent his money on a nice gift for one of his cousins.

Alejandro and Y/n stood by the fireplace watching the kids exchange the gifts. Y/n held the baby in her arms as she was WAY too young to play.

Everyone smiled when the kids showed so much excitement on what they got, no one was ungrateful and they all loved the toys they received.

"Mami, look I got a Barbie!" Maria says, running towards her parents showing off her new toys as Santiago was opening up his new RC toy car ready to race it around the house with his cousins who also got some RC cars.

"Go on kids, go play with your new toys," Alejandro's parents shoo the kids away so the adults could do the white elephant.

Alejandro had brought some expensive whiskey as Y/n bought an old top to a whiskey barrel with a 'V' on it and colored with the Mexican Flag colors behind it, it looked beautiful.

"Okay, who got 1?"

"I did," Y/n held hers up to prove it. Either they groaned or all cheered for her. She stood up from the couch passing the baby to Alejandro and picked out her gift.

The wrapping was done nice and neatly and to opened up and saw some old whiskey, she thought she might have grabbed Alejandro's gift but his dad quickly spoke up saying it was his gift, his mom playfully smacking his chest.

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSE TO TELL!" She yells at him as they all laughed.

"Wow, that's so expensive."

"Yeah, I spent half my paycheck on it."

"Papi, you shouldn't have done that," Alejandro told his dad.

"I wanted to, it's a special occasion for my family." He cheered as the family smiled at him.

"Who has 2?"

"Me," Mario showed his number and stood up snatching a gift from under the tree. He unwraps the gift and Y/n knows it's her gift.

"What the fuck is this?" Mario asked raising it up. Everyone in the room loved the old barrel lid and seeing their nations flag colors.

"That's beautiful."

"This is ugly and tacky as hell. Whoever has 3 come steal this, I don't want it." Y/n felt hurt when he said all of that, she looked down at the bottle of whiskey in her hands and felt tears wanting to fall from her eyes.

She felt Alejandro's hand on her knee making her look up at him, his jaw was clenched and she could barely see anger in his eyes, he was trying to stay calm for his family.

"You don't want honor where you came from?" Mario's mother says.

"Nope, hey Alejandro, you're an ass kisser right? Come take this."

Alejandro gave the baby back to Y/n. He stood up and walked to Mario as calmly as possible but he snatches Mario's collared shirt and bring him off the couch.

"ALEJANDRO!" His parents, Uncles, cousins and Y/n all rushed to him, so he doesn't hurt Mario even though everyone deeply wishes he would.

"If you came here to be a dick and an asshole, then you shouldn't have come," he drops him back on the couch and snatches the barrel lid from Mario.

"I was number 3," Alejandro says, sitting on the couch placing the lid next to his legs and leaning back against the couch cushions and crossing his arms over his chest being angry with Mario and he felt his blood boiling.

"Mario....the rules state-"

"I'm fucking leaving, come on Bella," Mario says, grabbing his coat and keys and his girlfriend followed.

All Alejandro did when he left was give him the biggest death stare and looked away to his family.

"Since number 2 is gone, I guess Alejandro you're number 2 now."

"Good," he sounded gruff.

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5:00PM

The adults just got done with white elephant and the kids were still playing with their toys. Alejandro looked at what he got from the white elephant it was a present from his aunt.

It was a whiskey glass set, they were expensive and very nice looking and he knows he'll have some good use out of them. He sat on the couch and felt his right side dip down.

"Alejandro?"

"Was I too harsh on him?"

"Alejandro, you did what you had to." Y/n says.

"I know...but I'm so fucking tired of him coming to these family advent and acts like a spoiled brat and ungrateful bastard."

"I understand, Alejandro...should we...go home?"

"No, no, I want to enjoy the party some more...I'm not going to let this one thing make the rest of the party miserable."

"Okay, come on, your mom has brought out some desserts."

"Alright," he kisses her lips and stood up walking back to the kitchen.

"Y/n this will look nice over the fireplace," Alejandro's mother says.

"Yes, it will, I hope I did good."

"You did, it's beautiful," Y/n was pulled into a hug by her.

Alejandro smiled at his mom and wife and then went to the counter to get come cake.

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9:55PM

"Mami, I'm tired."

"Yeah, can we go home?"

"Yes, my loves, we have to say bye to everyone."

"Okay."

Santiago and Maria gave their cousins some tired goodbyes and gave hugs and kisses to their Aunts and Uncles and Grandparents.

Poor Maria was so tired she even walked up to Alejandro and told him goodbye not realizing it was her daddy.

"Alright, come on, Princesa (Princess), let's get you to the car, so you can go to bed." He said as he picked her up.

"BYE EVERYONE!!"

"BYE!"

"DRIVE SAFE!"

Alejandro was driving home as his family were all asleep in the car. He tried his best to avoid all of the potholes and bumps, so they can all sleep soundly.

RotG Secret Santa 2023 Master List

Prompt 1: A yin and yang of Sandy and Pitch. Art to represent the darkness and light balance c:

Art by winterswrathe Art by ari-leah-arts Art by visible-bread

Prompt 3: AU concept: The Tsar or Tsarina become the Man/Lady in the Moon instead of Manny

Art by calmboyl

Prompt 4: Book!Pitch having tea w/ Mother Nature

Art by calmboyl

Prompt 5: Bunny being grumpy about the holiday season and North being smug about it

Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 6: Bunny lazing about eating snacks and reading

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

Prompt 7: Centaur Pitch Black (like saggitarius with his bow) and he hunts down Sandy's dream creatures

Art by ari-leah-arts Art by ksclaw

Prompt 9: Dark Katharine art or fic

Fic by lbigreyhound13 Art by ksclaw Art by calmboyl

Prompt 11: Emily Jane and Kozmotis art

Art by purblzart

Prompt 12: Hamilton au or Alice in wonderland au with any character

Art by nimohtar Art by calmboyl Art by mrsketchy

Prompt 14: Jack (before RotG) found family with a herd of nightmares

Art by ksclaw

Prompt 16: Jack and Bunny exploring an ice cave

Art by blackbeeno3569

Prompt 18: Jack and the Burgess kids having fun in the snow

Art by overmooneleven

Prompt 19: Jack Frost. That’s all. Bingo free space. Bonus if you change his hoodie for any kind of cool outfit

Art by ave-aria Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 20: Jack getting a hug from the other guardians (god knows he needs one)

Art by fanarchoslashivist Art by purblzart

Prompt 21: Jack getting dressed up for some fancy event (Bonus: is a little grouchy about not being allowed to wear his hoodie to said event)

Art by fanarchoslashivist Art by purblzart

Prompt 23: Jack is given a hand knit big fluffy sweater made of yeti fur from Phil (he is now an honorary Yeti)

Art by spocklingtons

Prompt 24: Jack learning to fly a real spaceship

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

Prompt 26: Kozmotis Pitchiner w/ his family

Art by calmboyl

Prompt 28: Mother Nature in art deco 1920 Fashion

Art by cloverpseudonym

Prompt 30: NDU Verse (Pitchiner and Pitch)

Fic by sylphidine

Prompt 33: North going on a rant about commercialism and advertising of Christmas in the 21st century

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

Prompt 35: Pitch Black, Guardian of Courage. Fic or art

Art by calmboyl

Prompt 37: Reverse au! Guardian Pitch has to protect the children! Fic or Art

Art by purblzart

Prompt 38: RotG but as video game characters!

Art by ikathz

Prompt 39: RotG crossover between Klaus, the 2019 Christmas movie. Preferably includes both Jesper and Klaus

Art by nimohtar

Prompt 40: Sandy + underwater

Art by leilani-lily

Prompt 41: Sandy and Jack being playful together. Could be racing, or drawing shapes with ice/dreamsand

Fic by stormingfrost

Prompt 43: Sandy blowing a kiss! X3

Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 44: Sandy interacting with some Baby Tooth. Could be anything like sandy showing off his art skills or sandy receiving a teeth inspection. Those are examples you can do anything you want . :)

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

Prompt 45: Silence - all is calm

Fic by cloverpseudonym Fic by sarsfe

Prompt 46: Someone making a tiny little snowman that looks like Baby Tooth

Fic by burdenedwithpointlesspurpose

Prompt 47: The Guardians (+ Pitch) baking!

Fic by cloverpseudonym

Prompt 53: Tooth feeding the flying elephants

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

Prompt 56: [No Ship] Art - stained glass style piece of Jack and/or Pitch in their element (Snow/Nightmare). Extra characters are a bonus!

Art by ksclaw Art by ksclaw Art and fic by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 57: [No Ship] BAMF Sandy with emphasis on his mutism. Maybe focus on sign language? A nod towards it as a disability? No ship & ideally art but I wont complain about fic! 

Art by stormingfrost

Prompt 58: [No Ship] Becoming a Guardian is an inevitable fate. Pitch finally becomes one after centuries of bad blood, kicking and screaming all the way

Fic by fangirl530

Prompt 59: [No Ship] Bonding between the Guardians (and possibly Pitch, post/working redemption)

Fic by piratekingpitchblack

Prompt 62: [No Ship] Jack’s first Christmas with the Guardians

Fic by winterswrathe

Prompt 65: [No Ship] Jack making cupcakes (himself or with anyone)

Art by overmooneleven

Prompt 68: [No Ship] Nightmare horse shenanigans of your choice, written or drawn

Art by calmboyl

Prompt 70: [No Ship] Pitch and his locket

Art by spocklingtons

Prompt 73: [No Ship] Twiner (Jack’s staff) in human form

Art by calmboyl

Prompt 76: [Pitch, Sophie, Jack, Jamie] family feels, Pitch gets adopted or something like that.

Art by goldenslumbersketchbook

Prompt 77: [No Ship or Any Ship] Animal hybrid version of any of the Guardians (would prefer Jack, but open to any character! Can have ships or gen)

Art by bunnimew

Prompt 80: [Jack/Pitch or No Ship] Avatar "the blue people one" AU

Art by calmboyl

Prompt 88: [Jack/Bunny] Jackrabbit cuddles

Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 92: [Jack/Kozmotis] Goldenfrost

Art by bunnimew

Prompt 93: [Jack/Pitch] alternate first meeting, fluff

Art by bunnimew

Prompt 96: [Jack/Pitch] Blackice and Archery

Art by bunnimew

Prompt 98: [Jack/Pitch] HumanAU, Written or drawn, Pitch runs a historic true crime podcast and Jack is a big fan (ex. he likes gushing to Bunny or North about it)

Art by nose-nippin-fun

Prompt 99: [Jack/Pitch] Jack/Pitch with Dark Jack post ROTG when he continues to not fit in amongst the Guardians as the events with Pitch simmer down. Art or fic. Happy ever after only please

Fic by bunnimew Art by overmooneleven

Prompt 100: [Jack/Pitch] Jack cuddling with his eldritch form boyfriend/husband/soulmate. Art or fic welcome

Art by overmooneleven

Prompt 103: [Jack/Pitch] Pitch and Jack suffering through a minimum wage job together

Fic by piratekingpitchblack

Prompt 104: [Jack/Pitch] Pitch formally dueling one (or more) of the Guardians for Jack’s hand, either for courting or for marriage. Canon or AU. Fic or art welcome. Happy ending please!

Fic by askmyname

Prompt 107: [Katherine/Emily Jane]

Art by missguided-ghst Art by ikathz

Prompt 108: [Katherine/Nightlight] Kathrine and Nightlight (either as a cutesy teenage love or as friends)

Art by ikathz

Prompt 116: [Tooth/Pitch] Cavity, dancing

Art by ave-aria

Grand total: 72 gifts! Y'all are amazing~

Until next year! ❄️💙❄️💙

Penny Family Theory (Confirmed)

OKAY SO, I started playing Area Zero and then Penny says this:

[Image Text:

Penny - “It’s just my dad! He’s loud and clingy and makes up weird nicknames for me like “Pen-Pen”.]

And when read this, I thought: “Peony?”, and that was the start of my rabbit hole. I theorize that Penny is the younger daughter of Peony.

For a little reminder: Peony is the character who leads the player through Pokémon Sword and Shield’s Crown Tundra DLC. A steel type user, former champion, Chairman Rose’s brother, and embarrassing father to Peonia (and Penny).

Penny was introduced in the main story of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet, being the secret leader of Team Star.

Exhibit A: Dialogue

This is what she entirely says about her dad:

Penny - “It’s just my dad! He’s loud and clingy and makes up weird nicknames for me like “Pen-Pen”.

Penny - “He’s the most annoying guy in the world! Period! He’s the worst!”

Penny - “Unbelievably Annoying”

Penny describes her dad as “Unbelievably annoying”, “loud and clingy” and that he calls her weird nicknames like “Pen-Pen”. Peony is well known for being an enthusiastic and endlessly supportive father, and gives Peonia nicknames like “Darling Daughter”.

Penny already seems a bit pessimistic so maybe she’d read Peony’s energy wrong.

Exhibit B: Names

Penny’s Japanese name is “ボタン” or “Botan”, which comes from the Tree PEONY.

Also, their names all start with “Pe”, have an “N”, and have an “ē” sound in their name.

Peony

Peonia

Penny

Exhibit C: Home

Penny (being referred to as Cassiopeia) was sent to Galar after Operation Star, and Peony was introduced in Galar, former Galarian champion and gym leader, and so on and so forth.

[Image Description: Harrington with Ortega, the player, and Clive.

Harrington - “I wanted this student (referring to Penny/Cassiopeia) to take some time to rest, so I had them return home to the Galar region.”]

Exhibit D: Genetics

Now for the elephant in the room: they look nothing alike.

This would be a flaw, if we didn’t have his second league card:

[Image Description: Peony’s Second League Card, Peony is front and center with baby Peonia on his shoulder and a blonde woman behind them]

It is assumed that the woman in the back is Peony’s wife since she’s in the league card along side him and Nia (and because her and Nia have blonde hair). Penny is paler… but that may be from a lack of sunlight due to being a nerdy hacker who barely goes outside (Canon).

We don’t see the woman’s eye color… but we do see that she is a recolor of the beauty trainer model (notice the red clothes and hair styles) which has brown eyes, just like Penny.

[Image Description: Beauty Trainer from Sword and Shield, she has brown eyes and a red sweater]

UPDATE 12/16/2022

A friend of mine (YouTube: WagonWorks) mentioned a bit of evidence that I hadn’t noticed. We were discussing a video by HybridHero about my theory, except HH theorized that Penny was the daughter of Rose and Oleana LINK. He goes over some of the same evidence as me, but I’m not as certain about “Oleana being Penny’s mother” and Bede isn’t mentioned despite being Rose’s adoptive son. Now then…

Exhibit E: Eye Shape

Rose and Peony have eye shapes very similar to Penny, specifically eye lashes. Her eyes especially resemble Rose’s and eye lashes resemble Peony’s, Rose being her uncle would confirm that that eye shape would be somewhere in Peony’s genes to pass down to Penny.

[Image Description: Penny, Peony, and Chairman Rose’s faces. Peony’s eyes are more angular while his eye lashes are curved and have a bit pointing out. Chairman rose had more curved eyed but shorter eyelashes. Penny has the same eye shape as Rose and same lashes as Peony]

Update: 12/29/2022

Exhibit F: Hair

While Nia and Penny’s hair styles are very different, their front bangs are extremely similar (maybe even the exact same if the graphics weren't completely different from SwSh). They both also have dyed hair (presumably, at least the red part of Penny’s hair could be dyed).

In the real world, dyed hair and bangs would mean nothing, but this is a fictional world where small details like that can be important. We recently has Legends: Arceus where we had several ancestors of modern characters, many of which have the same (or similar) hairstyles to their modern counterparts such as The Miss Fortune Sisters and Bertha, Candice, and Saturn, Colza and Gardenia, Rye and Riley, Choy and Charon, Arezu and Mars, Calaba and Gordie, Volo and Cynthia Etc. (they also share name origins, with their counterparts and similar parts of their names).

Now, comparing ancestors to descendants is a leap, so a more modern example is in Sun and Moon with Hala and Hau. Both of them have that ponytail and start with a “Ha”.

[Image 1: Penny and Peonia, their front hair bangs are very similar.

Image 2: Hala and Hau, both have a ponytail with Four Points]

Update: 12/13/2023

Exhibit G: The Mini-Series

Penny, Peonia, and Peony all make short cameos in the final episode of their respective region’s mini-series, and both cameo in the same location!

At the end of Twilight Wings, Peony is shown chasing Peonia on a train to the Crown Tundra. They are not facing the audience.

At the recent end of Paldean Winds, during a montage of people watching the final video, Penny is shown in the background, on a train, not facing the audience.

Now this would be nothing big… IF THE TWO TRAINS WERENT EXACTLY THE SAME:

Notice:

The rectangular Windows with curved edges

Orange text above the door

The yellow railings and curved railings towards the back of the train

The blue chairs that are shown to face each other.

The pokeball symbol on the back door.

Another important detail is that in the Paldean Winds Train, no one is shown wearing a Naranja Uniform, including the children, meaning this isn’t Paldea since EVERY OTHER CHILD WEARS THE UNIFORM IN THIS TRAILER.

Caph Squad still standing in the previous episode and the player character seeming to cameo at the beginning means that this episode takes place before the events of the game, WHILE PENNY IS IN GALAR.

I’ve also made a separate Post for more “Out There” pieces of evidence.

The End

In the Mochi Mayhem event, before the Zero Crew leave for Kitakami, Penny had to call her dad for permission and this is what we get:

[Transcript:

Penny - “Oh my GOSH, Dad, would you just drop it?! I told you—friends! I’m going with friends! No, you DON’T need to be worried about it! We are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves! Ughhh, no, it’s not gonna be an “Adven-tour”—no one says that! Honestly. I’m hanging up now!”

Second Clip:

Penny - “Haaah. Suddenly I’m too tired for any of this…”

Arven - “Did you get your old man’s OK to go?”

Penny - “Yeah…in the end. But I had to put up with his ultra-mega-annoying dad talk to do it.”

Arven - “He just ultra-mega-cares, little bud!”

Penny - “Oh! Oh…yeah, maybe you’re right…”]

THERE IT IS “ADVEN-TOUR” THAT IS PEONY’S WORD, THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT THIS CONFIRMS:

Penny Is Peony’s Youngest Daughter

Almost 2 years of theorizing has finally led to confirmation, my life is complete.

Thoughts while watching Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure Episode 18:

Cure Butterfly debut let's gooo!!!!! Spoilers ahead, but thought I would chronicle my thoughts here as I'm watching it on my tablet!!

btw I just finished my exams this is the best way to celebrate it perhaps

NEW SUMMER OUTFITS!? I LOVE THEIR OUTFITS SO MUCH MAN MASHIRO AND AGEHA LOOK SO CUTE!!!!

Seeing how small these kids are reminds me of what small I used to be oh my god

"I'm not a Precure" *stares at the episode title skeptically*

Tsubasa enforcing the fact that things could get dangerous if their identities are revealed meanwhile Sky and Prism reveal themselves to an old lady to help her get to the airport (no shade tho love that episode)

Also him trying to be serious while in bird form <3

Also his little orange v-neck sweater is so cute need me one of those for the trans vibes

Also also love Ageha's bouncy and excited animation hope they hold that up for her transformation

Love that Ageha gets to stay over with them! Pretty Cure sleepover!!

Love that little dance Ageha does with the girls.

Takeru, punching your classmates for cutting in line isn't the same thing as punching sentient robot magic beings that can kill and might destroy the universe

Ageha I love you I love you I love you so much allfhkrbekhskfbn (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Tsubasa I know you want Elle to see what's happening but it's gonna be pretty obvious if you're holding a purple-nette baby above your head

BATTAMONDA NOT THE ELEPHANT WATERING CANS NOOOOOOO

Also just saying Butterfly joining the team means we'll have a new eyecatch and opening!! So excited!!

Battamonda is such a pathetic loser (/both affectionate and hostile)

Also also I can't wait for them to add her to the pose screen of the transformation

YOU LEFT THE BABY BEHIND!?!? YOU LEFT THE INTERGALATIC SKY PRINCESS WHO'S CURRENTLY BEING CHASED BY MONSTERS BEHIND!?!?!?!?!?!!

"I don't like picking on weaklings, but I will" Me when I tease my little sister

NOT THE DARK BLAST OF ENERY NOOOOOOOO

"Now you're birds in a cage-" Shut up you fucking grasshopper I could literally kill you with a shoe

He is such a sore loser you're a full grown adult (assumedly) beating up teenagers for a living

I miss Kabaton btw

I love you Ageha 🦋🩷💖

Go run girl!!!!!

Battamonda's shocked face when his Ranborg faints from a girl running around it <3

Also also I really love her ponytail (it must be annoying for me to point out every little detail but this is what happens when I hyperfixate on stuff)

True true- nursery school teachers really do have guts, especially if they willingly agree to just be around children all the time. Can't imagine it's easy, I was a bit of a rascal as a kid I would know

Takeru finding connections between Wing and Ageha just strengthens my "Tsubasa and Ageha are siblings" heart

Tsubasa enforcing the fact that things could get dangerous if their identities are revealed meanwhile Ageha transforms in front of a child

IT'S ALMOST TIME LET'S GET EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also the lesbian colours on that Sky Tone do not go unnoticed

CURE BUTTERFLY TRANSFORMATION LETS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My thoughts on her transformation it's like- it's so different but in a good way from the others?? It's not as fluid as Sky's or Wing's or as strangely stiff as Prism's. It's like jittery and energetic in her own unique way? Like obviously her hop step jump screens don't like pan out like Sky and Wing's, they're more like Prism's. But I feel like the absolute energeticness of the transformation makes up for it?????? Also can I just say I love all the butterfly shapes in her transformation, gives me early 2000's Barbie movies vibes.

ngl kinda dissappointed the sky in her pose scene isn't pink or purple like how wing's is orange and prism's has a rainbow, but I'll give it a pass since I'm a simple fan who just really wants Ageha content

I'm really here for Battamonda and Cure Butterfly bug rivalry 🦋🦗 fight fight fight fight

We really doing the Coral X-Shield now but with the butterfly let's gooooo!!

SHE JUST EXPLODED AN ELEPHANT WITH A KISS AKFHDOBSNHAGAKNAVOAGDNRBGIDH

Her stealing an entire building blanket (is that what they're called) while Battamonda is standing on it

SHE STRAIGHT UP NAPPY WRAPS THE ELEPHANT DKSHDKFHKDIJEN

Love that literally she gets to crush the enemy to purification 💖💖 Closest thing we'll get to her hitting someone with a bat me-thinks

My feet are going staticky right now wtf I don't wanna get up though

Yesss giiirllll go threaten the twink stick-ass bugman 💖💖

Takeru being a Cure Wing and Cure Butterfly fan just strengthens my "Tsubasa and Ageha are siblings" heart

throwback to her debut ep where she jumps onto Sora at the door + Sora somehow carrying an entire eighteen year old woman carrying a suitcase on her back (what sort of training do they do in Skyland???? I'm older than Sora by a year and I'm weak as hell!!)

YAYYYYY PRETTY CURE SLEEPOVER!!!!!!!

Also can I just say her hair looks so tasty?????? Like the yellow looks so appealing???

AGEHA AND TSUBASA GET THEIR OWN DUO ATTACK NEXT EPISODE I'M SO FUCKING EZCITED DKSJKABDOSGWBBWOZHXB

Overall, I really loved this episode!! I'm usually not one for making reviews as my thoughts usually add up to "omg magical girls!! Skehoeishaohjeidohagjajh" but they really did my girl Butterfly justice!!

Omg that post about the matching sweaters and matching colds with them!!! Imagine the young adults throwing an ugly sweater holiday party and Steve and Eddie both go even tho they’ve got head colds. Sure they’d probably feel better if they spent the day in bed, but they’re not too bad that they can’t see their friends (though they’ll likely fuss over each other a little bit the whole time)

I am definitely feeling the christmassy mood tonight and I loved this idea sooooo much. Please enjoy!!! 🤍KB

*****

Robin ran to open the door as soon as she heard the knock. The bells on her sweater jingled loudly with every step. She swung open the door to reheat Steve and Eddie. Steve had a sweater with Jesus in a Baby Bjorn, and Eddie was dressed in all white AS Jesus, with a birthday party hat on.

“Now the-”

“HAESSSH!”

“Now the party can start.” Eddie finished, patting Steve on the shoulder as he sniffled. “Buckley, your sweater is hideous, and that is the highest compliment I can bestow upon you.”

She chuckled as Eddie let himself in, sneaking past her to go find Nancy and the snacks.

“Bless you!” Robin chimed at Steve, ushering him in. “You okay?”

Steve coughed lightly against his sleeve, nodding towards Eddie. “Yeah, snfsnff Eddie just gave me his cold.”

“You two are so predictable.”

***

As the night went on, Steve found that he had lost Eddie somewhere. When he went back inside, he wandered towards the kitchen to find that Eddie had already busted into the spiked peppermint drink Nancy made. Cup in one hand, he reached out for his partner.

“Mmm Steve, C’mere you gotta try this.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Last time I trusted those words you got me sick.”

Eddie blushed, feeling guilty. “Sorry. Hope you don’t feel too bad.”

“I’m fine.” Steve countered, “How are you feeling?”

Steve wasn’t buying Eddie’s whole ‘I’m fine’ act in the slightest. They were both wary about the ugly sweater party, but they also both really wanted to go. Steve reached out to try and touch Eddie’s forehead but the older of the two slapped the hand away.

“Stop it, I’m hih fine!” Eddie turned around, buckling at the waist, “h’eTCHew! iiKSHi’yue! EKSHuhew!”

“Fine huh?” Steve asked again, hands on his hips.

“Oh shut up, Rudolph.” Eddie sniffled against his wrist as Nancy walked by again. “Sorry Nance, I think Steve and I are gonna head home.”

“Aw that’s too bad! We’re just about to do white elephant.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah sorry,” Steve added, “I think this cold has finally got the better of us.”

Nancy nodded, giving them both a hug before they headed out to find Robin and say goodbye.

They’d only lasted a few hours at the party, but all either of them really wanted was to be back in bed.

Thoughts on the Junior High line? (Both series)

Junior High!

Ruby Anderson!

My sweet girl. She was DEEP in her Supreme phase here it’s very cute, it feels very juvenile, I love her necklace, I love her top, side pony, I love her checker sneakers too. Her under sweater with the red and black sleeves and the scrunchie. Her backpack is really cute too. I wish they had these in Rainbow High too (I wish basically everything things set in school had backpacks though, so not new at all lol-)

Poppy Rowan!

Please I’m hyperventilating SHES SO CUTE-

LOOKIT HER ELEPHANT EAR SLEEVES WITH THE BUTTERFLY LIKE PRINT, LOOK AT HER BOWS AND HER FLOWER CHILD BUILT ASS HAIRSTYLE-

LOOK AT HER SHOES THEY’RE SO CUTE-

I love her backpack too! The sparkle print and the monarch butterfly patch are adorable. Her freckles are kicking my ASS it’s so cute

Sunny “this women is gonna end me” Madison!

This jacket, this shirt, this skirt, THESE SOCKS- all the pins and prints I’m- 😭

Her shoessss, her platformsssss I say she still has these platforms in Rainbow High and you cannot take that away from me.

She’s 100% a victim of the see-through backpack thing in America BUT she made the most of it and it’s adorable.

Her hairstyle is just darling, I love the rainbow clips, I love the buns and the curls and HER BABY HAIRSSSS (chokes)

Jade Hunter!

Jade is super cute!

Love the low cut colorblock pants, love the boxers peaking out, love the stripe croptop moment. All of these dolls have been proof that RH is better when they don’t let them make shoes see through. Love the shoes. Her twin ponytails and her scrunchies and her socks (especially the socks cuz you can’t even see them but they’re still awesome)

Once again, the backpack is fire.

Skylar Bradshaw!

Loveeee her sweatshirt, it looks so comfy. Her jirt (I’m sorry for this stupid ass joke I just love it) looks like she took a silver metallic posca marker and went to town on that pocket.

Her lil topknot hair is cute! Love the fact that her hair tie matches the tag she left on her shoe (which is a real trend!) I also really like the checker on the bottom and the printing on her socks. Another See-through backpack girl, at least it’s cute!

Violet Willow!

This boujee bitch went to a private school LOOK AT HER.

Most popular girl there.

The bangs are MUCH better and I love the pigtails with the fluffy hair ties. I love her cardigan, her button down, her plaid skirt, her knee thick’s and the diamond shoes. Her backpack is giving Channel grandmas couch REALNESS

SERIES TWO

Amaya Raine!

ADORABLE. Her sweatshirt is so, sooo cute, her pleated skirt is kinda weird pattern wise but still pretty cute cuz it’s like an add on to the sweater. Those BOOTS ARE THE STAR; YES GIRL YOU ARE FASHION.

Her white hair is really cute and I love the rainbow backing with the gold everywhere.

BACKPACK IS FIRE

Krystal Bailey!

Her lip color aside.

CUTE ASS PUFF HAIRSTYLE WITH THE BABY HAIRS AAHHHHH

Love the printed Jean jacket and skirt and ooooo those boots are HEAT gimmie.

The sorta satchel backpack with that latch is a nice change

Kendall River- 😭

I’m adding him because TELL ME WHY HE DOWNGRADED BETWEEN JUNIOR HIGH AND HIGH SCHOOL.

SEVENTH GRADE HIM LOOKS LIKE THE MOST POPLAR VAUGELY CUTE BOY IN YOUR CLASS THAT LIKE EIGHT GIRLS LIKE ALL AT THE SAME TIME. HE IS THE MESSIEST BOY HERE.

Karma Nichols!

I like this more than the base doll actually- I like the high waisted shorts set in green and white and the jacket and the shoes. She looks sporty and I like that she’s holding her backpack more like a purse.

Sella Monroe!

Girl you needa learn some CONTRAST. But I do like sequin dress, her crown and her t-strap heels they’re cute. Also like her satchel/pure/backpack

Bella Parker

She has no waist but I actually like it for the juvenile look. I like her little bow tie, the black buttons, the straight on bow and high pony, love that she keeps her socks and heels between these two, cute detail. Her bag is also adorable and giving the same realness as Violet.

Louis and Harry being a thing when they were younger but Harry had to move away. Skip to the present and Harry bumps into Louis who has gained a lot of weight.

Louis and Harry softly cried as they hugged each other goodbye. 

“I’ll miss you so much,” Louis whispered. 

Harry pulled back and wiped away his tears, “I will too. But don’t worry, we can keep in touch.” 

Louis nodded as Harry gave him one last kiss. 

~

Louis took a bite of his chocolate bar as he typed away on his computer. After graduating highschool, he had gotten a job as a writer and he loved it. He got to work from home and be creative. Louis sighed though, looking down at the wrappers that had piled up throughout the day. That was the only downside, Louis tended to snack quite a bit throughout the day and with the added effect of little exercise he had quickly gained weight. 

Louis ran a hand over his plump belly that was covered by a knit sweater. It had taken him a while to admit to himself that he was fat, for the longest time he had called himself chubby or ‘just a little bigger.’ But one day, after he could no longer fit in his largest pair of pants (that weren’t bought all that long ago) he had forced himself to stand on the scale. And as the number settled on 278, he could no longer deny it. He was fat. 

Louis groaned and opened a new tab, logging into twitter. The first tweet he saw had been retweeted by Liam, and it was by a name he hadn’t seen in a while. Harry Styles. 

‘So excited to be back home again!’ 

Next to it was a picture of Harry posing by the town sign. Louis’ cheeks flushed as he studied Harry in the photo. His curly hair was well styled, and his face was just as handsome as always, and his body. His body was lean, but muscular. He definitely worked out. Louis was pulled out of his thoughts by a text from Zayn. 

‘Lou, did you see Harry’s in town? We’re all meeting up to go out together, like old times :)’

Louis’ heart began to race, he couldn’t see Harry looking like this! Not when Harry was so fit. He didn’t want to be seen as Harry’s ex that got fat. But there was also no way Zayn would allow him not to go. As the pounds had piled on, Louis had become quite shy and self-conscious, but Zayn did not allow him to become a shut-in. He was always trying to build Louis’ confidence. 

~

“I look like a whale,” Louis whined as he studied himself in the mirror. 

Zayn had helped him pick out a sweater and a pair of jeans, assuring him he would look great. Louis thought he looked huge though. His thighs were thick and the jeans didn’t exactly hide that fact and his tummy pooched out and clung to the sweater. Though Louis doubted he would be able to find a shirt that didn’t show off his stomach with how chubby it was. Louis grabbed one of his chunky love handles and gave it a harsh jiggle. 

“Oh stop it. You look great,” Zayn said, as he fixed Louis’ hair into a fringe. “There is nothing wrong with your body and your face looks adorable, which is good because I hear Harry is single.” Zayn smirked. 

“Really, Zayn?” Louis huffed as he sat down, feeling his stomach bounce slightly, “I’m sure Harry would just love to go out with a guy who weighs as much as an elephant.”

“An adorable baby elephant,” Zayn corrected, giving Louis’ chubby cheek a squeeze. Louis groaned and pulled Zayn’s hands off his face. “Seriously, Louis. You don’t have to be insecure. Your chub is adorable.” 

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Louis brushed him off, taking one last look in the mirror and adjusting his sweater, “let’s just go.”

~

Louis stood quietly in the corner holding his drink. He just wanted to disappear, he felt so huge standing all by himself at a bar. Louis sighed and began walking towards the bathroom when he knocked into someone. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” a familiar deep voice said.

Louis looked up into beautiful green eyes that he would recognize anywhere.

“Louis?” Harry’s voice snapped him out of his trance. 

Louis blushed and ducked his head, as Harry seemed to study his body. Louis was filled with embarrassment when his eyes seemed to linger on his middle. 

Finally, Harry broke the silence, “it’s nice to see you, Louis. I’ve missed you.” 

Louis met Harry’s eyes and seeing nothing but genuinity and kindness in them, he replied, “I’ve missed you, too.” 

~

Weeks passed, and Harry and Louis had taken to spending lots of time together. All of their friends had started to side-eye them and one day Zayn brought it up to him. 

“So, are you and Harry dating again, or what?” 

Louis’ eyes flashed over to Zayn from the football game he was watching. “What are you talking about?” 

“You and Harry. You guys are always together and giving each other these love eyes. Has he asked you out yet?” Zayn smirked. 

Louis rolled his eyes, “no, he hasn’t,” and then more quietly he added, “and I doubt he’d want to.”

“What do you mean? You guys were perfect for eachother in highschool.” 

“Yeah, back when I wouldn’t crush Harry by sitting in his lap,” Louis gave Zayn a cold look, as if daring him to argue, “I highly doubt Harry wants to date a fat pig.”

Zayn gave Louis a sad look, “do you really think Harry is that shallow?” he asked him. 

“It’s not shallow to not want to have a boyfriend with a huge gut, Zayn,” Louis said, before he turned back to the game, signaling the conversation was over.  

~

Harry listened to Louis happily talking about a new movie he had watched. Some dark psychological thriller. He looked so adorable, his eyes lit up with excitement and his smile accenting his chubby cheeks. 

“Louis?” Harry said with a questioning tone, cutting him off. 

Louis gave him a confused look, “yeah?” 

Harry took a deep breath, he’d been wanting to ask for awhile and he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed Louis to be his again, “Louis, we’ve been getting really close again. And I guess I was wondering if you would want to try… well, being boyfriends again?” 

Louis stared at Harry with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing. Harry wanted him? Like this? With a rounded stomach. 

“Louis?”

Louis blinked, “I… are you sue Harry? I mean…” Louis glanced down at his belly, giving it a small squeeze. His eyes then darted over to Harry, staring meaningfully where his abs laid under his shirt. 

Harry’s eyes softened in realization, “Lou, I don’t care about that. You’re gorgeous no matter how much you weigh. Besides,” Harry pulled Louis close to him, causing Louis to blush as he felt his pudgy middle press up against Harry’s toned stomach, “I really like how soft you are.” Harry grabbed his love handles meaningfully, giving them a soft squish. Louis shyly smiled, as Harry leaned in to kiss him.

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts, ideas, or requests you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful and send me any chubby Louis and Spencer fics you come across or write :)

Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #30: NONE SO BLIND...

March, 1988

THE COMPOSITE AVENGER!

OH MY GOD THIS GUY IS SO GOOFY LOOKING!

So, the East Coast Avengers are dealing with the Super-Adaptoid over in their book (although disappointingly he doesn’t copy the powers of the current team) and the West Coast Avengers are going to deal with some guy that composites their attributes?

I’m down for that! I think every superhero team should have to deal with someone that’s just the whole team in one dude.

I sure hope this cover isn’t a lie!

This issue also seems like its a fill-in.

Instead of Steve Englehart who has been the writer since West Coast Avengers vol 2 started, we have Al Milgrom as the writer. Al Milgrom has been the artist on the book so its plausible that Steve Englehart needed more time to script the follow-up to the Phantom Rider subplot so Al Milgrom stepped up to write a done-in-one.

So I don’t know if it will be all that relevant but

Last times on West Coast Avengers: the West Coast Avengers just finished up an arc about a Zodiac organization made of astrology obsessed robots. The leader Scorpio stupidly teleported Zodiac and the Avengers to another universe where the constellations were different so the robots stopped working. Then Moon Knight harassed a man who likes to dress as a bull until he, the bull man, died in a plane crash. It was all part of the same arc, trust me.

This time: horrifying babies.

Al Milgrom, please learn to draw babies if you’re going to confront me with two horrifying cherubs on page 2 of a book.

Also: is it laundry day for Wanda and Vision? Why are they wearing their uniforms around the house? I know Vision has a TV sitcom dad sweater. I’ve seen him wear it!

Anyway, nightmare babies aside. Uncle Wonder Man reads Tommy and Billy the story of the Blind Man and the Elephant.

You probably know it. Or are vaguely aware of it.

Some blind wise men feel up an elephant and give their own, narrow interpretations of what kind of beast it is based on what they touch. One touches the tail, and thinks an elephant is ropelike, another touches the tusk and thinks its spear-esque.

And at the end they can’t agree on what an elephant is because they only bothered to touch one thing. The moral being “there are none so blind as those who will not see.”

The story is lost on Billy and Tommy who passed right the fuck out during this minute long story.  And Vision says that the more complicated theme of the story was probably beyond their baby brains anyway.

(How old are they at this point? Comic book time makes that complicated.)

But Simon says that mostly he just wants the two kids to get used to him being around as their uncle.

Aww!

He’s pretty busy with his movie career and superhero work but he wants to be able to visit this part of the family as often as he can.

Simon Wonder Man Williams gets in his Quinjet to fly back from New Jersey to L.A. but finds weird green bug robots smashing into the cockpit despite whatever defensive grid the Quinjet apparently has.

The robots shred his stylish red jacket but he manages to smash them and radio the West Coast Avengers to report the situation.

Wonder Man: “Attention Whackos! This is Wonder Man. Am being attacked by robots of unknown origin. Activating signal beacon. They’re strong li’l suckers, but I should be able to handle ‘em. There’s only a few... uh-oh! ... hundred!”

The transmission cuts off there so back at the West Coast Avengers Compound, the team assembles, gets into another Quinjet and flies off to help their teammate!

Meanwhile, Wonder Man finds himself held captive above a spaceship hovering over the Midwest.

A shadowy figure on a monitor with a tentacle mouth introduces himself as one of the Sligs -- an up and coming new warrior race who want to prove their mettle.

And like many other comic book antagonists, instead of just getting down to what they want to do (cutting a swath of conquest through the galaxy or annihilating the Fantastic Four) the Sligs decided they’re going to beat the shit out of the Avengers first to prove that they’re cooler than the Kree and Skrulls.

Also, and to be fair, they want to conquer Earth so they’ll have to tangle with the Avengers one way or another. Might as well take advantage of a surprise strike to test, analyze, and defeat the team.

But, yeah, mostly they just want to rub the Kree and Skrulls’ faces in it that the Sligs, an alien race from a- oh actually they first appeared in a Fantastic Four issue. So they weren’t invented just for this. That makes them slightly less laughable.

According to Marvel wiki, they appear in this, in Fantastic Four 209, and in Maximum Security: Dangerous Planet. So they’re laughable again.

Anyway.

Things are already not going great for the Sligs as a technician warns the leader that Wonder Man is straining their engines by fighting so hard against the stasis beams.

The leader dismisses it as no concern and is more focused on the rest of the West Coast Avengers arriving to rescue Wonder Man.

Embarrassingly, the Slig ship just blasts the Quinjet into another dimension.

Their ability to do that kind of renders the rest of their plan to best the West Coast Avengers kinda pointless though, right? Like, the Sligs could get rid of the West Coast Avengers like that. Just leave them stranded.

But no.

And granted, that would make a boring issue.

Instead, the Sligs reunite Wonder Man and the West Coast Avengers in this different dimension so they can throw a big, beefy green robot called the Examiner at them.

And by at them I mean at Wonder Man.

The rest of the team is frozen in stasis so the Examiner can test what Wonder Man can do.

And with each fight, the Examiner will adapt and improve.

As Wonder Man realizes, this kind of screws over the rest of the team, if the Examiner adapts to fighting Wonder Man and then goes against his less powerful teammates.

Wonder Man decides the thing to do is to totally wreck the Examiner in their fight so it can’t use Wonder Man tier strength against the rest of the team.

And he does. He totally wrecks the Examiner in one panel.

Unfortunately, the Slig leader tells the technician to reassemble the Examiner and compensate for the damage he received.

So Wonder Man is placed in stasis and Tigra is freed, leaving her to face an upgraded Examiner.

The Examiner warns Tigra that his shielding is now nigh impenetrable. Nice of him to give her the heads up.

But what Tigra realizes is that she’s still faster.

She climbs up the Examiner and then jumps off when he tries to smash her. So instead, he smashes in his own chest plates.

And now that the chassis is breached, Tigra jumps back up and goes ham on his wiring and such.

Tigra: “He may have been ready for Wondy’s strength, but that didn’t prepare him for my savagery! And so scratch -- literally -- one Examiner!”

The Sligs use this new angry cat battle data to make an even better Examiner and then swap out Tigra for Mockingbird to test the new guy.

Mockingbird quickly joins her battle staves to make a battle ten-foot-pole so she can pole vault from the Examiner.

The Examiner says Mockingbird is agile (and wonders if that's just a Earth lady thing, because the Examiner is down to stereotype) but that he’s a lot faster after battling Tigra.

So since Mockingbird can’t outpunch this giant lad and can’t outrace him, she takes a page from Captain America that “a clever, skillful pro can beat any opponent!”

Basically, she lures the Examiner to the edge of the floating land chunk they’re fighting on and trips him so he falls off.

Dropping men off cliffs is becoming her signature move.

Also, I think the Examiner obliterated one of those floating planetoids with his face.

The Slig leader is starting to see that the Avengers live up to the stories told about them. But hell if he’s going to stop now. He has the technician re-assemble the Examiner with strength to challenge Wonder Man, speed to rival Tigra, and ... uh... I guess being smart enough not to get tripped off a cliff.

Hawkeye is sent to face the Examiner next.

And he’s been spending some of his stasis time thinking about how these one-on-one fights have been robbing the Avengers’ of the advantage of teamwork.

With that on his mind, he tosses down a high voltage arrow and loudly declares that he doesn’t need it.

The Examiner: “Beware, Avenger, my power is approaching levels it has never before attained! No amount of strength, speed, skill or savagery can best me now!”

Hawkeye decides to test this with some high impact explosive arrows.

They make the Examiner stumble back a step but he compensates before he can, I dunno, stumble off the floating land chunk like an idiot again.

Hawkeye tries a net arrow next, which the Examiner tears apart like no thing. Then he has to use some putty arrows to slow the guy down so he can put some distance between them.

And at a safe distance, Hawkeye uses some concentrated nitric acid arrows, which he just so happened to have with him (Hawkeye’s quiver is as good as Batman’s utility belt and you can take that to the bat-bank).

It seems like the chassis is still quite durable but the acid seeps into the Examiner’s joints and he falls quite to pieces.

Boss Slig immediately commands that the Examiner be buffed and re-assembled. The technician tries to warn the boss that this exercise is starting to draw so much power that its becoming dangerous.

The boss just yells RE-ASSEMBLE! so the technician does.

Iron Man is up next.

Hm. Despite being the second strongest dude on the team, Iron Man now has to deal with an enemy that’s been buffed by fighting over half the team. If Iron Man had gone first, he’d probably have wrecked the Examiner as quickly as Wonder Man did. Now, he has a challenge.

Also, the Examiner can fly. Adapted that from the Wonder Man fight and has had it all along. Could have come in use when he was tripped off the edge of the land but hey, hindsight is something something.

Repulsors and the uni-beam both fail to do much to the Examiner. And the Examiner’s counter-attack spikes Iron Man out of the air.

But Iron Man lands near the arrow that Hawkeye dropped and he suddenly realizes Hawkeye’s strategy.

The Examiner boasts that it has grown too powerful for the arrows to threaten. But Iron Man uses the high voltage arrow to recharge his armor and then uses the power to magnetize the Examiner’s chassis.

Sure, Iron Man couldn’t destroy the Examiner, the guy can’t continue the fight with his limbs magnetized to his torso.

Slig boss: “Astounding! Each of these warriors seems to be holding some ability or weapon back so we are faced with a new challenge each time. Compensate!”

Slig technician: “Am attempting compliance! Tapping into stardrive engines now!”

The Examiner is demagnetized and made immune to that tactic. And Dr Pym is unfrozen to face a the Examiner that is now immune to the strengths of Wonder Man, Tigra, Mockingbird, Hawkeye, and Iron Man. That’s... uh... a hurdle.

Dr Pym does his Dr Pym Particles thing and unshrinks some tools.

But a buzzsaw breaks against the Examiner and just gets Dr Pym WHAP’d in response. A flamethrower also proves useless.

The Examiner draws near and Dr Pym says “I get the picture! I know when I’m beaten. But I warn you, don’t touch me!”

This just makes the Examiner want to touch him more though.

Which Hank was counting on, that sneaky Hank.

With the Examiner presumably savoring an Avenger showing fear at last, Hank is able to tap the robot on its chest.

Dr Pym: “You saw my ability to enlarge shrunken inanimate objects -- well, you just have to ask yourself... ‘how did those objects get shrunken in the first place?’”

And then he smashes the teeny Examiner with a hammer.

Good job, Hank!

I like how fed up the technician is getting. The boss is sunk costing hard at this point.

So the Examiner is buffed and reassembled and put up against Moon Knight.

And Moon Knight is thinking, oh shit, I’m screwed. He’s a badass normal dude with some extra selves he doesn’t want to talk to and such powerful tools as... an axe and also a boomerang.

Against a dude that is now buffed up enough to sweep the West Coast Avengers as a team.

Speaking of selves he doesn’t want to talk to, Steven Grant and Jake Lockley both yell that Marc is screwed if he fights that thing.

But another voice pipes up in his head, Khonshu, GOD OF THE MOON.

Moon Knight: “Khonshu?! You speak to me again. But it may be for the last time, unless you can somehow help me beat this creature!”

Khonshu: “You do not need my help, o Knight of the Moon, you need but look around you!”

Moon Knight: “This dimension... I hadn’t realize... it’s full of moons!”

Khonshu: “Indeed! Untold thousands of them. And we draw our power from the Moon! Now be the Moon Knight -- be the Fist of Khonshu as you never have before!”

AND THEN MOON KNIGHT GOES HAM AND TEARS APART THE EXAMINER WITH HIS BARE HANDS

HOLY SHIT

The Slig boss is stunned and shaken and other words. But the technician is now 1001% done.

Slig technician: “Oh, shut up! The power drain has frozen out our safety back-up circuits! Stardrive overheating -- this thing is gonna blow!”

The West Coast Avengers and their Quinjets are snapped back to Earth because the Slig ship can’t maintain the dimension shift.

Wonder Man: “I warned you guys you couldn’t beat my buddies!”

Slig boss: “Be not so smug, Wonder Man! Even now we are transmitting all our test results back to our home base -- with all that data about your race, we will surely find a way to conquer y--”

And then the Slig ship explodes.

Countless light years away, presumably on the Slig homeworld, they receive the data and the report that the expedition to Earth has been destroyed.

Another Slig technician: “Our computers have correlated and interpreted the data -- This, then, is a projection of what the warrior-race called the Avengers look like!”

YOU HAVE PULLED A FAST ONE ON ME AGAIN, A COVER TO A COMIC BOOK!

Ahem.

So. The Slig computers, assuming that the Avengers are one uniform race and not a bunch of different peeps with different abilities, conflates them all into one COMPOSITE AVENGER.

And the Supreme Slig is so freaked out by the mighty Avenger warrior-race that he orders that all Slig fleets must avoid going anywhere near Earth.

It’s nice when things work out.

I’m not sure how Wonder Man in the last panel knows that this is the picture that the Sligs would get. Yeah, it ties into the story he read at the start of the issue but how does he know that this episode of his life would bookend so satisfyingly?

He is so pleased with himself though.

So!

This was definitely a fill-in. Meant to spin the wheels a bit. And its a fun story! Not substantive by any means. Most of the issue is a bunch of fights. There’s not really much in the way of character beats. But its fun to see the Avengers all out-fight or out-wit a dude that’s growing to counter them!

The Examiner is kind of a boring opponent. Doesn’t really have the spectacle of the Super-Adaptoid looking like a mishmash of his opponents and using their powers against them. But he works for this issue as someone for the Avengers to style on.

I’m annoyed that the West Coast Avengers don’t fight a guy that’s a mashup of their powers and aesthetics. That could have been fun.

But I’m not disappointed with the issue we got. And the way the Composite Avenger was actually used was a cute enough take on an old tale.

Plus, the issue had Moon Knight empowered by THOUSANDS OF MOOOOOONS and going ham. I can’t hate that.

Good job, Al Milgrom.

You wrote a hell of a fun story.

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white elephant

destiel fluffy xmas proposal fic! haven’t posted anything in ages but am working on a couple things, so hopefully you’ll be seeing more of me in the new year :D

They’re on their second round of white elephant when Sam finally chooses Dean’s gift. He’s been manipulating the choices all evening; everyone’s always shifty when they play this, so it wasn’t too hard; a wide-eyed look here, seemingly cut-off exclamation there, and Sammy’s tearing through twelve layers of wrapping paper until the clippers and scissors come into view.

“Seriously, Dean?” He gives a half-hearted glare and pushes the mountain of wrapping paper aside.

Dean grins. “Figured Eileen’d need to shear you in the spring.”

He rolls his eyes. “Fuck off.”

“I’m just happy you picked it. Woulda been real sad if you chose the wrong one with only two left.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Sam mumbles. He isn’t pushing back as hard as Dean expected, but Dean has been ragging on the hair since Sam was a teenager. “Okay, open the last one.”

Dean snorts. “Uh, no.”

“What d'you mean, no? Dude, it’s the last one! You gotta take it!”

Dean shakes his head. “Nope, see, I got my eye on that bag of sick dice Charlie’s been pretending she’s not holding.”

“Steal limit's up, handmaiden." Charlie smiles sweetly. “But don’t worry, you can come to my place and look at ‘em any time you like.”

“Cute. But Eileen from Benny, you from Eileen is two, genius. So I’ll be takin’ my dice, please.”

“Dean, come on, I really like these.”

“And you can come to my place and look at ‘em any time you like,” Dean grins.

“Seriously? It’s Christmas!”

“Brother, just let ‘er keep ‘em,” Benny says.

“Yeah, you don’t know what’s in the other gift,” Eileen reasons.

Cas nods. “It could be something even better."

“Or it could be my brother trying to get back at me.” Dean narrows his eyes. “I know it’s not cool dice.”

“Dude, how would I get back at you for something I didn’t even know you did?” Sam asks. "I wouldn’t have opened the clippers if I knew."

“Besides, Ken Doll, Queen of the Nerds already called dibs,” Meg says.

“And don’t you already have a large and useless collection of dice?” Balthazar asks.

Dean makes a face. “So does she!”

Jo rolls her eyes. “Dean, seriously, stop being a baby."

Across the circle, Crowley sighs. “It seems you’ve been out-voted, Squirrel.”

“Fuck all of you, seriously, since when is this game a vote?” He grabs the tiny package and starts tearing into it, muttering profanity when the tape sticks. The black velvet box is small and Dean has his money on some kind of piercing-related gag gift until he opens the thing. “What the hell is this? The fuck am I supposed to do with an empty—"

But when he looks up, everyone is grinning at him like they’re insane.

“What?”

And then he sees Cas.

Cas beside him. On one knee. Kneeling beside him. Cas on one knee right beside him.

Holding a ring.

It takes a second for Dean to actually understand what’s happening, and by then Cas is saying shit like, I know we’re not big on public displays of affection and, we got together during one of Charlie’s game nights so I thought this an apt setting, and then, I’ve got something written out for you when we’re alone but the gist of it is:

Dean, will you marry me?

Dean kisses him. Or—he tries to kiss him. He turns and launches himself at Cas with the intention of kissing the crap out of him, but they both go sprawling and they’re too smiley to kiss, anyway. Despite the fact that Dean’s a sure thing, Cas is sweating so hard through his gaudy Christmas sweater he’s giving off heat. Huffing a laugh, he noses along Cas’s jaw until he manages to reach his ear, and despite all the noise and all the yelling the entire world narrows to Dean’s fuck yeah and the smiley half-kisses that follow.

Thing wrap up not long after, and soon enough Dean is lazily digging through his bedside table drawer, sweaty and sated as Cas looks at him quizzically from across the pillow. “Dean, are you—?”

Swallowing thickly, Dean produces his own little velvet box and places it on the bed between them. Hi voice shakes when he talks: “Kinda pissed you did it first,” he says.

Cas’s eyes soften despite his widening smile. “It was clever, though.”

“Yeah yeah… so what d’you say?”

“To marrying you?”

“Yeah, genius, to marrying me.”

Gingerly, Castiel takes the ring from the box and slips it onto his ring finger. He extends his arm in front of him. Shrugs. “…Do you think Charlie would be willing to trade? I really wanted those dice.”

Dean tackles him. Cas yelps. It doesn’t really matter who kisses whom, only that they end the night spooned, rings clinking together as their fingers tangle. “Love you,” Cas mumbles, nosing at the back of Dean’s neck.

Dean squeezes their hands.

The Story of You

Well, here it is guys! Part 2, I hope you enjoy it and come talk to me! All the love, Mar

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

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Part Two: We'll be alright

May 19, 2021: Eleven Weeks

Hi baby! You’re eleven weeks today, did you know that your ears have now developed? This means that you will get to hear me and start recognizing my voice and listen to daddy’s music; speaking of, I know I haven’t told you much about him, but I think it is a good time as ever. His name is Harry, and he is from England, so he will probably make sure that you have his accent, but I will make sure that you don’t (although I love how he sounds when he speaks). He is a great singer and recently has started acting in movies, he has finished filing one movie and is already working in another movie. He has the purest heart and the most beautiful smile. He loves to listen to oldies music, especially Fleetwood Mac, I bet he’ll be very excited to show you his awesome collection. I am meeting your daddy today to tell him about you, I’m so thankful you look so good in your last ultrasound because I will be giving him a copy of it. I will let you know how it goes down. Until then, remember that I love you with all my heart.

I closed my notebook and looked at the clock, according to Harry’s text his driver would be here in about 20 minutes. I decided to change and fix my hair and make up a little, I made sure to store a copy of my last ultrasound and left my apartment.

“Roger! It’s so good to see you!”, “Likewise miss, I am glad to see you are doing well”, Roger had been a part of our New York City rendezvous, both good and bad, and I am not going to lie I was sad to say goodbye.

After he opened the door for me, he started making his way to Harry’s apartment, and I must have gotten into my thoughts deeply because the next thing I heard was Roger letting me know we had arrived.

I really did not want to be here; my hands were shaking, and I had to take some deep breaths as I rode the elevator to the 37th floor, the floor that held so many memories and dreams that are now a thing of the past. When the door dinged and it opened, the first thing I smelled was verbena, actually it reminded me of Betty’s office.

The second thing that called my attention was the soft music that I pictured came from his old record player on the corner of his living room, the third thing I noticed was that I felt out of place, when six months ago it felt like home.

I stood near the elevator waiting to be invited in, I didn’t feel like I could let myself in as if I owned the place, “Hello? Harry?”, I heard his walking from the right side of the hall, he was probably on his room finishing getting ready, “Hi! Welcome! Come in!”

I took my shoes off and as I was taking my coat off I felt him reach for it, I stopped breathing for a few seconds until I heard him say “You look good, how are you?”, “Hi Harry, I’m good, how are you?”, I turned around and my heart stopped; he looks so good, the sweater and jeans fit him perfectly.

“I am good, thank you, come on let’s go to the kitchen, do you want something to drink?”, “Uhm, waters fine”, as he handed me the glass, I noticed his eyes not leaving me and well, I believe he was checking me out, however I would rather think he did not, my heart has gone through enough.

“So, as glad as I am to see you, there is an elephant in the room I think we should talk about, so would you like to do it now or after dinner?”, as much as I wanted to avoid the talk, I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat if I didn’t tell him, or if everything went south I would be able to escape.

We sat down on his couch, and I took out the folder with the ultrasound, “I really don’t want to rant but I need you to know that I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, I understand that things don’t work out all the time and I do not expect anything fr-“, “Love, you’re ranting”, we both laughed and I decided to give him the folder because I knew that words wouldn’t come out.

Harry. New York City, New York. 7:30 Pm

I was excited to see her, I am not going to lie, she has been a part of me for the last 3 years and a big influence on my career, and although I am not able to pinpoint where things went south exactly, I know it was the right thing to do, or was it?

Since arriving in New York yesterday I was hoping to see her before our meeting, I really didn’t understand why I had the need to, maybe because of how we left things the last time. After cleaning up and cooking Jeff let me know he would be staying at a hotel for the night and to text him if I needed anything, after he left, I retreated to my room to finish getting ready.

My heart started beating faster the moment I heard her and I couldn’t make my way faster to her; she looked beautiful, I was so tempted to reach out and hug her, but I knew it was not right to do so. After offering her something to drink we sat down on my living room; truth be told I would have rather eaten before talking, but I know I wouldn’t have been able to do so.

She started ranting and I gave her a small smile, oh how I’ve missed her rantings; when she handed me the envelope it looked like it had some kind of pictures, shit, maybe I would have to call Jeff and PR to an emergency meeting, I didn’t really need this right now- wait a minute…

The first thing I saw was her name and birthday on the left upper corner of the picture, the second thing I notice was that it wasn’t your typical picture printing paper, this paper was kind of flimsier and more malleable.

The last thing I noticed was something I definitely wasn’t expecting. The next 30 seconds felt like hours to me, and I forgot how to breathe, because of all things I expected her to tell me, a pregnancy was the last thing on my mind.

“Are, you- Are you pregnant?” out of the corner of my eye I saw her nod and I gulped, “I really don’t want to sound like a jerk, but I need to ask, is it mine?”, I see her nod again. I let a breath out and dragged a hand through my face. Shit. Shit, shit shit.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”, “I am, thanks for asking; and yes the baby is okay, eleven weeks growing strong as ever, I brought that for you, if you want it”, I looked at the picture and felt warm on the inside, that’s my baby.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want for this to happen, I know how you feel, and I don’t want to force you to do anything, I just needed you to know because this baby is not guilty of anything that’s going on”, I could hear her voice and it seemed like she wanted to cry, so I did the most rational thing I could think of, I hugged her.

New York City, New York. 8:47 Pm

Oh that hug, I needed that hug, I didn’t realize I was crying until he wiped the tears away from my face, we pulled back and he gave me a little smile, “Hey, everything is going to work out okay? Now how about we eat? I want to make sure you’re both okay”, I know my heart shouldn’t do the leaps it did but before he could stand up I grabbed his hand and took a deep breath.

“Uhm although dates match and everything, if you or your management need me to have any paternity tests done, I’ll do them, I know this is also complicated for you”, he gave me a small smile and went to his kitchen.

We had a lovely dinner where we talked about everything and anything, except of our love life since we still respected those boundaries. Before I knew it a few hours had passed by, and I knew it was time to go home. Harry let me know that Roger was waiting for me and walked me out.

After helping me put my coat on he called the elevator, before it closed, I remembered “Oh! Harry, tomorrow I have an appointment, if you wanted you could come? Meet my midwife and see the baby? I’ll text you the details”, he smiled and nodded, I waved a little goodbye and just before the doors closed he said “Hey, we’ll be allright”.

Harry. New York City, New York. 11:45 Pm

I was panicking and I didn’t know how, as fast as I could I grabbed my phone and called Jeff, “Hey, could you come please?”

Happy Birthday Gumi

based on this post I made yesterday and I haven't stopped thinking about it. Wrote this almost a day after his bday but oh well. Family fluff can be posted whenever.

pairing: gojo x gen!reader

description: Gojo always does the most for Megumi's birthday and this year isn't any different. {wc:1.4k}

warnings: family fluff with a smidge of angst.

Ever since Gojo and Y/N adopted Megumi, they have made it their mission to have big birthday parties for him. More Gojo than Y/N but you always were less extra than your hyper-active man child of a husband. The parties weren’t even full of people, it was always just Gojo, Y/N, Tsumiki, and him. Sometimes Yuta, Maki, Inumaki, and Panda would show up but traditionally it was just your little family and some extravagant shit Gojo had planned.

Once Gojo rented an entire amusement park just for the four of you. Even after Megumi complained that he hated amusement parks, Gojo didn’t want to change locations. Megumi ended up having a lot of fun and you won him an elephant plushie. To this day Megumi denies that he enjoyed that birthday party.

But this year, Megumi had friends or classmates as Megumi likes to call them, and Gojo has been planning this for a while.

“Y/N, this is gonna be the best birthday party our little Gumi has ever had. I am telling you.” The white-haired menace was telling you over the phone. He had been running around doing stuff for tonight.

You were in charge of baking Megumi’s cake, which was the only tradition that Megumi liked. Always claiming that your cakes are better than any bakery made.

“ Toru must you torture my baby?” You joked, mixing in all the ingredients to put them in big baking pans. Gojo huffed.

“ I am literally planing him the birthday party of his dreams. How is this torture?” Satoru rebutted. You just rolled your eyes, Satoru Gojo, smartest man on earth but has the ability to act as if he was oblivious to everything. If he wasn’t the world’s strongest sorcerer, he would’ve been a great ass actor.

“You know he is not gonna be happy about the bouncy house.” Satoru gasped at the mention of one of his big birthday surprises. He has always made it a point to keep everything secret, much to Megumi’s dismay and to your utter annoyance.

“How did you find that out?” You laugh at your childish husband. You put the cakes in the oven.

“Well, someone was fairly loud when talking to the renting company this morning.” Satoru groaned recognizing his loud ass mouth is gonna be his downfall of him.

“Anyway, gotta go, babe, just arrived where I need to be.” Gojo said ominously. Megumi is gonna be so fucking mad when he sees what his dear adopted father is planning to do. It’s gonna be hilarious.

Megumi woke up with a strange feeling. He was aware it was his birthday but things were unusually quiet. Gojo usually woke him up with screaming while you were there with a hot and handmade breakfast and a warm smile. It was the worst/ best way to wake up. But today it was quiet. Too quiet.

He trained a bit with his fellow first years and the second years. Ate lunch with Yuji and Nobara and then has spent his entire day at the dorm. Not even Yuji barged in trying to force him to watch a movie. It was scarcely quiet for jujutsu tech. Kinda nice that it was during his birthday some peace and quiet.

Megumi felt his phone vibrate. He saw he had a message from you.

Y/N: hey buddy. Imma pick you up at 3 ish. Dress comfortably!

And there was the sense of dread Megumi was missing during the day. Gojo was planning something and you were going through with it. So now Megumi’s only backup (aka you) was under the thumb of the white devil.

Megumi dressed in his favorite navy sweater and some sweats. He waited at the front of the school, where he was thinking of all the possibilities of what Gojo had planned to do and mentally preparing for it. Maybe he rented out a band of clowns and they were all instructed to play Buddy Holly by Weezer in the most cartoonish voice, which happened on Megumi’s 13th birthday.

“Get in birthday boy!” You yelled at the moppy teenager on the stairs. He gave you a soft smile. A smile that was only meant for you and Tsumiki. And sometimes Gojo but only behind his back, because Megumi refuses to further this man’s ego.

“What does he have planned?” Megumi asked.

“How about hello? How are you? Miss you so much.” You joked, Megumi just rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms. You laughed at his kicked puppy expression.

“I really don’t know. He has tried to keep me in the dark with this one. I did hear something about a bouncy house.” Megumi looked like he was about to fight Satoru.

“I’m going to kill him.” It was your time to roll your eyes.

You had been following the location that Saturo had sent you. It wasn’t until you were a few miles away that you realized, you were heading to the Gojo estate. A lavish and frankly huge countryside estate that you’ve been to a couple of times since you’ve married into the family, and Megumi had gone too. He didn’t like it but still.

You parked at the house that was meant for the head of the family, meaning Saturo. Megumi was dreading it already.

“Could you turn the car around?” Megumi pleaded. You just laughed it off and got out of the car. You could hear was Megumi dragging his feet once he got out of the car. You guys reached the front door and Megumi opened it.

“Surprise!” Yuji, Nobara, Panda, and Gojo screamed at Megumi and threw confetti at the dark-haired man. You saw that all the second years were there, even Yuta who was supposed to arrive in a week but seems like he got an earlier flight.

“Happy Birthday Fushiguro!” Yuji screamed at Megumi pulling him into a hug. There was a light blush on Megumi’s cheeks. Satoru came to your side.

“Is this me torturing our baby?” He whispered. How can a whisper sound cocky as shit? Gojo will find a way.

“No, but whatever you have in the backyard, might be.” You whispered back. Saturo slide his glasses a bit and winked at you.

“Gather around my wonderful students and the moody birthday boy and feast your eyes on the beautiful creation your lovely sensei made.” Gojo finished his little introduction and opened the doors that lead into the huge backyard this house had. You thought it was only one bouncy house, but there were almost 15 adult bouncy houses. Ones that even Panda could join in.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Megumi groaned, meanwhile you could see the light inside of Yuji’s and Nobara’s eyes shine a bit.

“Let’s go Fushiguro.” “C’mon sea urchin.” His two friends grabbed his arms and pulled him into one of the bouncy houses. Inumaki looked at Panda and both of them made a run for it, grabbing Yuta and Maki to join them. You and Gojo laughed at the sight of Maki screaming at her friends to stop pulling her so harshly.

“Still no torture. He even looks like he is having fun.” Gojo boasted but Megumi didn’t look happy at all. He was glaring at Gojo while Yuji and Nobara were jumping as hard as they could to force him to jump with them.

“Why did you do this?” You asked the menace. As oblivious as he tries to act, Gojo always noticed the little details.

“I just remembered that I have never taken Megumi to a bouncy house. Especially with friends.” Gojo said reminiscing of the past. That was also something Gojo always did on your Gumi’s birthday. Give him a sense of normality. Some quintessential memories every kid should have and that Gojo didn’t have because the jujutsu world rob them from him.

Megumi ran towards you guys. You hadn’t even noticed that he had gotten off from the bouncy house.

“As much as I dislike surprises, thank you, Y/N. For everything.”Gojo gave Megumi puppy dog eyes. Megumi sighed. “Yeah, even you Gojo.” You grabbed both of your boys and pulled them into a hug.

“Now you made your famous three-layer cake?” Megumi asked in a low voice. Gojo and you smirked.

“I made two.” You winked at the young boy. He finally gave you a full smile. Meanwhile, Gojo was already thinking about what to do for next year and how to outdo himself.

Nothing was better than your Gumi’s birthdays because your husband always made them full of love….

“WHY DID YOU TURN ON THE SPRINKLERS!?” Megumi screamed at Gojo, who was laughing at the kids.

He also made the parties to annoy the living shit out of you guys.

World's Best

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!Reader

Summary: Not every day is easy. Frankie makes it better.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.2k~

Warnings/tags: smut, vague-ish descriptions of depression/mental health, hurt/comfort, fluff

Notes: Do y'all ever get into a funk and then attempt to write yourself out of one? Well, this is the v self-indulgent product of said instance heh. I have tagged a random assortment of potentionally interested people but obvi no pressure? idk? :) Sending so much love and well wishes to you guys. x

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A sea of knotted sheets spans between you—as tangled as your legs—too tired, too leaden to unweave. The fan rotates in the corner, blowing stale air your way every few clicks. You dangle a foot off the bed, skin prickling as the weak breeze sweeps over you and a bead of sweat licks from your knee to slope down your calf. Morning sun leaks through the window— the finch perched on the tree just outside it chirping once, twice, before flitting off.

You’ve been reading the Sunday paper for a solid twenty minutes—which, in all honesty, is an overstatement; you started and quickly abandoned the Sudoku after a measly ten, and you’ve been staring at the same sentence in the local section for the other half, blinklessly hovering over the fine print.

You’re not here today. Not all of you.

There’s this sinking feeling, hollowing you out and unmaking you. It’s as if something unseeable is oozing over you - dripping - something treacle, something thick. You’re far away from yourself—far from the cornflower blue walls and the framed photos hanging on them—the happy faces in the pictures smiling back at you— far from the plants basking in the tines of filtered light by the sill, far from the body lying beside you.

You’re not always this way. Not every day drags like an inky smear, your mind meandering sluggishly in circles, holding you hostage in a prison of your own making; but you can’t say it’s foreign to you either. It’s old, familiar—like that sweater in your closet you’ve had for centuries and rarely wear, but can’t bring yourself to get rid of. You know it well, this slog—you have unwillingly memorized it’s sodden intricacies, and today you feel it. You feel every single one of your days—each grey hour— weighing heavy on your very bones.

heavy heavy

heavier, still.

If you’re not careful, you’ll sink straight through the mattress. You’ll nestle deep into the springs and make a home in the down. You’ll sleep there until you become it. Comfortable. Catatonic.

Frankie sips his coffee. He doesn’t look up from the email he’s skimming. “What’s wrong?”

The baritone of your boyfriend’s voice sucks you back to the present—to the tick of the clock marking the seconds, the whir of the fan. The paper crinkles as you lay it to your chest—big eyes feigning ignorance as you blink up at him, chewing your lip. “Hmm?”

“Baby, I know that face.”

“What face?”

“The one you’ve got on,” he replies, “that’s your ‘I’m-upset-and-I’m-trying-to-hide-it’ face.’”

“I-” you frown, “no it’s not.” Gingerly, you pat a hand around your temple, your cheek, as if you could see your expression through touch.

“Uh huh.” Frankie rolls his digit upon the mousepad, clicking and scrolling down the webpage, and your vision glazes over again—ugly thoughts fogging up the panels of your mind—

“You gonna talk to me about it?”

You blink, swallowing, “nothing to talk about.” You flap the paper, ironing out the pleats, and scan for that pesky paragraph you never managed to finish.

“Mhm,” he replies absentmindedly, bringing the mug to his lips and drinking with an all too obvious slurp.

“Really, I’m fine,” you say weakly. You’re not that convincing—you barely convince yourself.

“Sure, sweetheart. If you say so.”

He’s too casual; he’s letting it all go too easily and God, he’s gotten good at this—at coaxing the truth out of you. He doesn’t even have to try any more. He’s so kind and open and sincere, all he has to do is crack the door ajar—tempt you with an inch of space, with only a sliver of leeway—and immediately you want to plunge through it and chase after him, like a dog and a bone.

He makes you want to share; not because of what he says, but by everything he doesn’t—the welcoming gaps he leaves you with, the gaps you’re urged to fill. This happens every time—it’s pretty damn annoying, actually. You’re so miserably predictable. After three and a half years together, sometimes you think Frankie might know you better than you know yourself.

A scary thought—wonderful, too.

“I’m just-” You run a hand over your face, pressing into the bridge of your nose and you grunt, frustrated. Exhausted. “I’m just tired.”

Frankie settles his coffee cup on the hill of his sternum, closing his laptop quietly. He swivels his head to you, hair mussing into the wall.

“Of anything in particular?” he asks, linen soft.

“No, yes—I don’t know,” you heave—an errant thing fluttering around in your chest as you fold the newspaper, letting it float to the floor with a splat. “It’s just-” you worry the inside of your cheek raw, fumbling with the blur of your emotions. You shake your head. “It’s just a bad brain day.” Your voice is small as you slump into him, letting your body go limp.

“I’m sorry I get like this. I’m okay—I’ll be okay,” you mumble, face burrowed into his arm. He smells summered, like sweat and heat and the promise of long days fading into even longer nights, and you take a heady drag, inhaling his scent.

You hear him sigh, stretching as he sets the mug and computer down on the side table. He shifts back to you, snaking an arm under your body as you coil your own around his center, hugging him close.

“You know, it’s alright if you’re not,” Frankie murmurs into your hair, planting a kiss at the crown of your head. “And you know you don’t have to hide from me when you aren’t.” His thumb finds your arm, the chewed nail bed scratching soothing circles along your skin.

Your gut somersaults, flipping and purring, and all you can do is press your lips to the cottoned shoulder of his tee shirt—the one with the holes in the collar and motor oil stain on the hem; all you can do is tighten your grasp, wringing around his cozy waist.

“And you know that nothing you say is gonna scare me away, right? I’m always going to be here for you.” Frankie gives your forearm a reassuring squeeze.

God, this man.

You nuzzle further into his chest—snuggled and swaddled in the safety of his warmth—and you mumble something incoherent, muffled against his relaxed body. His beard catches on your fly-aways as he dips to hear you better. “What was that honey?”

“I said,” you crane your neck, lifting out of his side, “you really are the ‘world’s best uncle’.”

A ripple of confusion twists over his features before you bat your eyes up to meet his, shooting a glance over to that exact phrase wrapping itself around the ceramic cup beside him.

You got stuck with it at some terrible white elephant exchange last Christmas. It’s fucking tacky and aggressively large—not even you - you, in all your caffeine dependency - can chug that much coffee fast enough in one sitting without it going cold— and neither of you have any nieces or nephews to speak of…

Naturally, it’s become your favorite mug.

Frankie barks out a laugh, his stomach flexing against your grasp. “Oh yeah? Is that all I am?” he smirks, a glint of mischievousness reflecting in his irises as he bores down at you.

You quirk an eyebrow, a coy tug blooming across your lips. “I dunno,” you drawl sweetly, “you going to prove me otherwise?”

His face is split into a grin now, wide and aching and unnecessarily endearing. His hair is a mess, wavy tufts jutting out every which way, and his eyelids are still puffy from what little slumber he was lucky enough to get in your hot, cramped apartment.

You really can’t keep putting it off—you need to buy an AC unit.

His focus dances from your eyes to your mouth, breath hitching as he watches you skip your tongue over the plush mound there. “I just might,” he growls playfully, maneuvering you onto your back with one broad swoop, pinning you to the bed.

/

He makes love to you like a man unburdened - untouched - by time. He fucks into you slowly, unhurriedly—at a pace that’s mind numbingly measured and patient. Frankie devastates you, dragging himself through your walls from head to hilt, letting you feel every ridge, every vein of him; filling you up so impossibly well—his thick cock sauntering in and out, and in and out again. Each roll of his hips makes you gasp, his blunt tip brushing against that deep, uncharted chasm within you that tempts you into oblivion. Your legs are locked around him, crossed at the ankles, and the perspiration at the pits of your knees slicks his sides.

Frankie’s palms dimple the fitted sheet as he brackets your head, burying himself into the crook of your neck. He moans—hot breath ghosting over the prickled skin there, babbling disjointed strings of guttural praise into your ear.

Fuck baby—fuck you feel good

How’d I get so lucky, how’d I-

God, you’re a— fuck

You’ve got the perfect pussy—made for me

Made for me, made for me, made for-

You turn your head and capture his mouth with your own, whimpering into him as he nips at your bottom lip and bites. You scrape your fingers through his scalp, pulling at his locks, and Frankie whines a tortured noise—giving an especially hard thrust that pries a yelp from your throat. He rears his head back, catching your gaze, a concerned line creased into his brow. “Y-You okay?”

“No- nono, yes Frankie. Again, right there,” you beg, lashes fluttering.

He darkens—the timbre of his voice made husky and raw as he drinks in the sights and sounds of you mewling for him, splayed and needy. “You like that?” Frankie drives into you again, sharp and searing as he bottoms out, the smattering of curls at the base of him soaked with your gloss. “You need it hard, baby? You want it rough?”

You whimper, clawing desperately at the nape of his neck. “I just—I just want you, all of you,” you pant as you hold his stare—the gorgeous, chestnut gleam of it—and the wordless expression that crests over his features makes you want to cry. The precious indent in his cheek, the stubble littering his jaw, his sculpted nose and clever lips, the sad rings under his eyes—the grooves he thinks you don’t notice, the grooves he tries to mask by always taking care of you, always putting you first, even when he shouldn’t.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful—he’s so beautiful you could weep.

“You have me,” he rasps breathlessly, bowing to meet you in a messy whirl of tongue and teeth before breaking away—forcing himself up off his hands and back onto his shins. He hooks an elbow under your knee, letting the other frame the outside of his hip. “I’m right here—you have me, you have me-”

Frankie’s hips are frantic now, pulsing in short, strong bursts as he grinds into you. He dips a hand to your center, pad of his thumb working erratic, sloppy flicks over the sensitive nub of your swollen clit. Your feet arch, the muscles there constricting as the tension in you mounts.

“Babe.” You’re whining now, vulnerable and shaking and fuck, you’re going to come apart—any moment now, any unbearable second, you’ll snap. “F-Frankie, baby oh god—”

You clamp a hand over your mouth, eyes screwing shut as you shatter. Like a vase crashing onto kitchen tile, you break into a million jagged fragments. Your cunt seizes, legs spasming against him as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it doesn’t take long for the tight contractions of your heat to yank him right off that same ledge. The both of you—tumbling and fracturing into terrible, perfect shards—to be intermingled and scattered among each other’s glass pieces.

Indiscernible. The same.

When you glue yourself back together again, you will find parts of him there - here, within you - filling your jigsawed cracks like golden ore.

Frankie slips out of you with a squelch and a huffed groan, collapsing to the mattress in a panting heap. His cum dribbles from your apex and you shiver at the feeling of it—at the feeling of him, warm and wet and lingering inside you. He rests his cheek on your breast while you both catch your breath—rising, falling. Waxing, waning. Two pitter-pattering hearts beating in time.

The sheets have been sloughed, lazy and forgotten, to a crumpled pile on the wood floor and the steam once rising from the mug on the nightstand has long since disappeared. It’s too muggy for you two to be this entwined—his leg draped over you, a big arm slung across your belly—but neither of you dare move. Neither of you have the energy, never mind the desire.

The clock whispers in the morning quiet.

A new bird claims the branch the finch left—she sings now, roosting there in the birch.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur sleepily, drawing patterns into the valley of his spine, mapping out his freckles and moles and scars. “Thank you,” you say. Thank you for putting up with me, thank you for understanding me, thank you for listening even when I cannot speak. “I love you so much.”

Gently, silently, Frankie tilts his head, bristled hair peppering your flesh as he mattes your skin with his lips; laving along your breasts, across your clavicle and up the plain of your neck—each kiss a response, each kiss a truth.

You don’t have to apologize

You don’t have to thank me

I love you

I love you

I’m right here

I love you

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Some Dad! Jughead headcanons because it'd be the cutest thing:

Love the idea of Jug adopting a baby from the Southside, or New York, or even run off with the little darling while bumming the streets

He's a baby boy, tiny with the chubbiest cheeks, fingers smaller than his fingernail but sinking in the lapels of his jacket and staring with big round eyes and clearly won't let go without a fight

Jug raised JB and an Archie, what's more? He'd speak so gently to the cutie, smile never once leaving his face. It's like he's holding living breathing joy and it's infectious

" hi baby. wanna go home with me? yeah? Yeah??'' Frozen sweat droples down his back; he's scared. heart shaking, pulse popping, skin crawling scared, but he has to do it. If he doesn't take this baby- who will?

" does he have a name?" " buddy, I have to keep it alive. I don't gotta name it to do so" He's practically handed the bundle of ratty, thin sheets with pink cheeks and dark curls like a pair of jeans

He's angry, but he can always tell Betty about this later

In the meantime- he looks at the baby boy and thinks about his father. About Archie. Fred. Charles. About Pop. About Fangs and Kevin and Sweet Pea. "...Junior. Do you wanna be called Junior?"

His son squeals and claps and chews on his thumb.

VERY protective. Walks into Archie's house and is like, this is the new love of my life, if he's not staying, I'm not either.

" Dude, I have no idea what to do with a baby. We need to find an adult." " We ARE adults! Just look at him!" " OK Jug hes cute but it won't wo-" Jr blinks and makes grabby hands and coos. Archie starts crying. " Okay I'll go to the store "

Jug reading to his baby, both children's books and up, speaking all cutesy even through Pride and Prejudice parts where he cries

Veronica and Cheryl fight over the Godmother spot; Tabitha watches smug, knowing she's got it. Betty is awkward with the baby, still trying to process, but she loudly promising that whoever lays a hand on him, will be the last time they have hands

Cheryl takes Junior and does all kinds of beauty routines/facemasks, also let's him use all of her expensive paints and frames his drawing like they're the louvre

Veronica spoils him the most probably - fills his room to the roof with toys, pays for a kick ass nursery, installs a huge built in wall that flips and reveals a library when you press a switch " only the best for MYY godson"

Junior has a little pops uniform that Jug shares with Pop (after spending one hour of walking Pops through his labyrinth of games and candy crush apps)

Pops books a ride to Riverdale and whacks Jug over the head with a spatula " how dare you have a baby and not call me IMMEDIATELY.does your father know?!"

" Know! I can't get him to forget!" Bc FP is the most dotting grandpa and argues Pop Pop time should be ALL the time.

Jug just. Has a hard time building a social life around Junior, because he loves being a dad, and other people who do like him, don't like his baby, not in a way that matters

But Jug has trouble accepting help; he wants to do everything by his own hand, like he learned to do, carry it with silence.

Veronica sets him up with other single parents but he just uses an old excuse to walk away and run back home bc he misses his baby

Junior is a shy baby, bashful, hides in daddy's jacket or his sweater when meeting new people. Jug starts wearing soft, silky shirts and fuzzy sweaters bc Junior loves soft things

loves cuddling; he's also adorably lazy even if he loves play - Archie can run in excitedly and be like. " Hey baby jug! Let's play!" Junior blinks, sneezes, and sleeps on his elephant stuffie which confuses Archie greatly

Takes him by his onesie and shows him to Jug " i think your baby's out of batteries"

JUG AND BABY NAPPING <33

Eveynight, Jug cuddles him up and kisses his forehead and says " I'll never love anyone as much as I love you"

Amoreena | Chapter Three

Chapter Three

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers

word count: 2.8k

from the beginning <3

Y/N set him up with a pair of her father's old pyjamas, giving him a spare room to sleep in for the night instead of the couch, she figured he'd need privacy in the morning and not a 7-year-old attacking him at the crack of dawn. He was so grateful for their day together, hugging her goodnight and slipping away into the room to think about everything.

He took a moment to just sit on the bed, looking around at how she decorated. It was pretty plain, just a bed and some light green walls. Books gaining dust in the corner, clothes and blankets folded on top of the dresser against the wall, the only personality was the photo on the night table and the quilt on the bed.

There was a reason it wasn’t used anymore. The photo on the table was of her grandparent's wedding, it was black and white and older than him. They looked happy and in love, her grandmother was a spitting image of her, no wonder they were so close.

It made him feel a little emotional to know he was in this room. The memories it had with her, the connection to her grandma that she clearly wanted to keep. Otherwise, this room would be used for something other than housing the man they met at the park for a single night.

She was trusting him in this space, leaving him alone for the night to deal with his brain on hyperdrive, giving him the opportunity to stare at the ceiling as he remembered the day in glorious detail.

Drifting off into a peaceful slumber quicker than he figured he would.

—

He awoke to the feeling of someone holding his face, the soft touch of flesh on his cheeks. He fluttered his eyes open into the early morning sunshine, “good morning cutie,” Y/N whispered.

“Am I dead?”

She smiles as she laughs, leaning down to press her forehead against his shoulder, he wraps his arms around her on instinct, holding her as close as the night before.

“You looked like an angel,” he whispers an explanation.

She pulled back then, returning her hand to his face as she looked at him, “you’re beautiful in the mornings too.”

“What time is it?”

“7:30,” she confirmed with a small smile. “Amoreena is feeding the baby goats with her poppy, she’ll be in for breakfast in a few minutes if you want some cereal. My grandpa’s stuff is in the closet if you wanted something cozy, it’s a foggy one out there.”

He was so in love with her at that moment, nothing but happiness and wonderful words left her mouth. She was more euphoric to him than any drug, rushing more serotonin to his brain than any one-night stand managed to do, and he hasn’t even kissed her yet.

He noticed then she was in her pyjamas, a cute nightgown like his own mother would wear when he was a kid. Cows jumping over the moon displayed on the chest, it was adorable. She was everything to him.

“I’ll see you downstairs?” She says as she stands, removing her hand from his face as her fingers lingers on his skin, he didn’t want her to leave.

“Yeah,” he smiled, watching her leave as he sat up.

He put his slacks back on making sure he had his lactose pills in the pocket, a red sweater from the closet and a brown ranch hat. Wanting to fit the part of Farmhand while he was with them, and to see if it would make Amoreena laugh at him.

He kept a travel toothbrush in his satchel for times when he was sleeping in places he didn’t belong. Using the bathroom and making himself look as presentable as possible, he really, really wanted them to like him enough to keep him around.

Y/N was packing Amoreena’s lunch in the kitchen when he finally wandered in, taking a moment to look at what he was wearing. She smiled at him, placing her hand on her heart, “My grandpa loved that hat, you look great.”

“Thank you,” he says softly as he takes a seat at the counter, watching her carefully cut the crust off a sandwich.

She has a special sandwich cutter, pressing it into the bread and revealing the two dinosaur-shaped halves. Putting them in a little baggie and adding them to her pile of healthy snacks in Amoreena's lunch box.

“You’re the best mother,” the compliment rolling off his tongue without his permission.

She blushed lightly, “thank you, I try.”

Like a herd of elephants, Amoreena was running up the porch steps and swinging the door open, causing the chimes to bang off the wood before it eventually smacked the house.

“Gentle!” Y/N called down the hallway, “don’t get mud on the floor.”

Amoreena took her boots off neatly, hanging up her coat and cowboy hat before joining Spencer at the counter. “Good morning, Spencer!”

“How’s the kingdom this morning?” He asks out of pure curiosity, greeted with the purest response from her.

Amoreena’s eyes lit up like she didn’t expect him to believe in her fantasy world. What she didn't know was how easy it was for him to call this the kingdom, a far off land of true freedom and happiness. It was a little perfect world that didn’t feel real to him yet.

“It’s great, you’re so nice,” she sighed, laying her head on the counter. “Can I have some lucky charms?”

Y/N smiled, “sure, you know where all the bowls are big kid.”

Amoreena stormed around the kitchen, pulling out two bowls and spoons, not asking if Spencer wanted any but placing a bowl in front of him any way. “You need breakfast, it’s important.”

“Of course, Lady Amoreena,” he said softly, digging the pill from his pocket and placing it on the placemat. “Can I have something to drink?”

“Orange or apple?” Y/N smiled, opening the fridge door and waiting for his choice.

“Orange, please.”

“See,” Y/N looked at Amoreena, “even adults use manners.”

It made him laugh as she rolled her eyes at her mother with a fake sigh. It was nice to see that they had a mutual respect that was strong enough to play around like that, It was admirable to see them be friends, not just family.

“I’m going to get changed for the day,” Y/N announced then as Amoreena got situated back at the counter. “Be good, shout for me if you need me.”

Then it was just him and Amoreena eating cereal in silence.

She picked out all the marshmallows first, eating them before the cereal, and then finally drinking all the milk from the bowl, he has never seen a kid eat that fast.

“Was it good?” He laughed to himself, watching her wipe her mouth on her pyjama sleeve.

“The best,” she smiled back at him. “Are you going to be here a lot?”

“I don’t know yet,” he was honest. “But I’d like to be.”

“It would be nice, I've never had a dad,” she said it like it was nothing. Like the weight of the words weren’t supposed to knock the wind out of him.

“You know,” he speaks before he even thinks it over. “I never had a dad either, my mom raised me all by herself. She's my best friend in the whole world, she is the reason I love books and why I love the world, you’re lucky to have someone who has a heart big enough to love you for both parents.”

“You’re lucky too then,” she smiled back. “But you’d still make a good dad regardless.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, smiling softly as she put her bowl away and ran up the stairs.

—

Amoreena gave him a big hug at the bus stop, waving to him from the window as he stood with Y/N at the end of the driveway, his phone non-stop vibrating in his back pocket trying to take him away from the most perfect moment in his whole existence.

He finally looked at it when the bus pulled away, 8 texts from Penelope and 4 calls from Derek. It looks like they all knew he quit, and they want to see if he was okay. He sighs, putting his phone back in his pocket, taking Y/N’s hand instead, walking back to her house.

“I called to take the day off when I was changing, told them Amoreena got me sick,” she says lightly as she bumps her shoulder into his.

She was now wearing a light green sundress, it flows in the breeze as she walks, stepping in front of him to skip lightly, twirling around as they walk, she makes him smile uncontrollably. Then she’s letting go of his hand and running off into the field, Spencer chasing after her cautiously. Rubber soles of his shoes slipping on the dewy grass as he follows.

There’s an open field behind the barn, cows wandering around the far edges as the fog starts to settle its war with the sunshine. She stops then, catching her breath and waiting for Spencer with an arm out for him to walk into her embrace.

Holding him in the sunshine in the middle of her kingdom.

“Whatever the light touches is yours,” she whispered the words from the lion king, “If you’d like to be mine?”

He wanted to answer, but his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing against her hip. She reaches into his pocket and takes the phone out, answering it without breaking eye contact.

“Ex fed, Spencer Reid’s phone,” she smiled.

“who is this?” A males voice asked.

“Spencer’s girlfriend,” she answered, “he’s fine. If you’d like to see for yourself and join us for tea in the garden?”

“Um, sure, you’re at some farm right?”

She looked at Spencer confused, “yes?”

“We’re pulling up now.”

“What?” Y/N turned around as she noticed the line went dead, a car rolling down the driveway and following the path all the way towards the barn.

“FBI remember,” he laughed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she leaned in and kissed him softly, he held her there for a moment, knowing his friends would be staring at the display of affection they were putting on.

He almost wished he could have seen it from their point of view. How she pulled him in, dipping under his hat, holding his cheeks in her hands as she pressed her lips to his softly. The view behind them was impeccable, the fields of wheat blowing in the early sunlight as he held her hips.

When she pulled away he could swear he saw a halo around her head, smiling at him with love in her eyes, matching his own. He pushed his hat up as he rested his forehead on hers, “I’ll be yours.”

“I figured,” she smiled, taking his hand and walking with him towards his friends.

“Hi,” he waved at them.

“What has happened in the last week since we’ve spoken?” Derek didn’t skip a beat, holding his arms out as he shook his head.

Penelope rushed around the car towards him, “why did you quit?”

“I’ll go put on some tea, meet me out back?” Y/N said softly, tapping his shoulder as she slipped out of his grasp and passed them all.

“I can’t do it anymore and you know why,” Spencer whispers. “I’m done, Derek, I need a life, a family, something to make me actually want to get up in the morning before I whiter away to nothing.”

“Okay,” he nods, reaching out to pull him into a hug, “you deserve that.”

Penelope hugged him too, the both of them wrapping their arms around him in the middle of Y/N’s land, he knew they’d understand. He just wish they all didn’t have to feel like this, like he was letting them down.

“Come on, you’re going to love Y/N,” he changed the subject, fixing his hat again as Derek laughed at him.

“Since when did you want to be a farmer?” Penelope teased him.

“Cowboys are like FBI agents right?” He smiles, leading them towards Y/N’s backyard. “Um, seriously though, I met her at the park on Saturday.”

“It’s Monday…” Derek added in a concerned tone.

“I know, it’s insane but we’re both tired of waiting for the right time, so we’re making it the right time, she has a kid and a life and she works at a library, she’s calm and beautiful and everything I need,” Spencer explains, stopping abruptly so that Y/N wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Fuck it, y’know?”

Derek’s face lit up, Penelope shook his arm as she giggled, “yes! I support this, fuck it and be happy.”

“Way to go pretty boy,” Derek patted his back, “I always knew you’d do it.”

It was nice to introduce them, Y/N sat close to Spencer as she learned all about the last 15 years of his life. Funny stories like the time they scared him in the dark at a crime scene, how nervous he used to be, even showing Y/N photos of him from over the years with the weirdest haircuts, she couldn't believe how cute he used to be. Gushing to his friends about how perfect their weekend together had been so far.

He got to know her more than too, learning with Penelope and Derek as she shared parts of her life. She was only 35, she actually has 7 siblings who have so far produced 4 nephews and 11 nieces for her, Amoreena being the oldest of the bunch. She’s lived here since she was a baby, born in the room she sleeps in actually.

Her whole life existed in this kingdom full of love and life. She had a huge family and enough love to keep it growing forever, it was her perfect world and now it’s his too.

It was the best morning of his life, watching his best friends and the women he knew was going to become the love of his life, mingle so gleefully. They were all free now, living in the real world where things were good and happy.

He wanted to stay there forever, but they decided to head out around 9:30, leaving Spencer and Y/N alone in the backyard finally. He turned his phone off then, tossing it onto the table and pulling her into his lap.

“I think we need to talk about this,” he said softly.

“About what?”

“How it’ll work, the rules for me being around Amoreena, I don’t want to jump right into stepdad mode and piss you off or be too distant and make you think I don’t want to be here,” he worried out loud. Giving her a glimpse into his mind and how it worked.

“I don’t mind you falling into the role of her father, you are a lot like Steven,” she looked at him softly as she spoke, her fingers trailing along his jaw lightly.

“Her father?”

“I tell people that yeah, but I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, not a care in the world about who he really was.

“You’re a literal ray of sunshine,” the words fell from his tongue.

“I don’t like being unhappy, so I choose not to be,” she admits, biting the inside of her cheek as she smiled at him. “And I think I’d be the happiest with you.”

“I'm glad you feel it too,” he whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers again, softly as the first time.

“I’m also scared,” her words touch his lips ever so softly, “I’ve already lost too many people, please don’t leave me.”

“My girlfriend died in front of me,” the words are harsher than he expected them to be. but she had to know that he understood. Loving someone, planning a life with them, and watching them get ripped out of existence is the hardest thing someone could recover from, but they were doing it.

She pauses, “so you know what it’s like?”

He can only nod, “I understand wanting to keep something special and safe and failing.”

“Seconds are just as good as firsts," she whispers, leaning in close enough to kiss him. Resting her forehead against his, "if not better because you value what it can become.”

“I’m falling in love with you,” he announces without a second thought.

“Good,” she finally kisses him, resting her lips against his lightly before speaking again, "because I think I fell in love with you a few days ago."

He can't help but kiss her again and again, holding her in his lap as he spread kisses over her face. Her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, the tip of her nose, both eyelids and finally her perfect lips. It's soft and gentle like the first one, holding him softly as their lips brushed together.

Kissing in the sunshine for as long as they wanted without a single distraction or care in the world. She was exceptional, her life was perfect, he was so unbelievably happy to be sharing it with her. To be granted access to the happiest place on earth, his own little slice of Heaven with the two angels that kept it running.

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