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imawholeassmood · 28 days

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What's in a Name

"Oh rao, I can't believe it." Kara works to contain her excitement as she nears the tiny shadowy figure stalking her in the unkempt grass outside her apartment. "This is really happening," she squeaks, "the cat distribution system has finally picked me."

The little void peers up at her with mischievous green eyes, it's backside wriggling with anticipation. Kara crouches and waits for the impending attack.

It comes with a burst of energy that burns hot and fast, then fizzles just as quickly as the black cat halts it's attack and stares at Kara with all the regret and panic of a teenage girl who just told her best friend she's in love with her. Not wanting to scare the cat, Kara hesitates, but the thought of this little cutie spending another minute on the streets compels her to scoop it into her arms and promptly rub her nose into its face.

"Right," she says and holds the cat at arms length, a quizzical gaze on its face. "Bath first."

***

Kara takes care to get the water temperature just right. Scratchy does not appreciate the effort. Claws scrape against her skin as Shadow fights against her, desperate to escape the soapy water. Kara hadn't actually found any fleas on Toothless during her physical exam to evaluate the cat's condition, and for that, she was grateful. She couldn't stand the idea of this baby being in any worse condition. A little prick digs into her finger and she mumbles, "ok, not Toothless."

She rinses the last of the suds and begins to wipe Bones with a towel. While the fight may have ended, Kara can't help but think it's a temporary reprieve, if the look on Merlin's face tells her anything. Those green eyes bite through her, clearly plotting revenge. Kara thinks it might be a good night for an all night movie marathon.

She wraps a dry towel around the still scowling cat and a tiny paw pokes out of the opening near its head, trapped like it got stuck mid escape. A disappointed huff let's out from the wet nose and Kara giggles at the adorableness.

"Here," she says," let me help you with that." She works to tuck the paw in the towel but not before dropping a kiss on the pink toe beans. "Beans," she tests the name. The cat throws a scowl at her. "Well if you have a name you prefer, feel free to share it."

The cat meows at her, and it draws a laugh from Kara whose whole body relaxes and swells with love. She drops a kiss on the furry forehead.

"I'll work on my pronunciation."

***

With Noodle cleaned and dried and now hiding under Kara's bed, licking herself to perfection, Kara works on preparing what amounts to a small buffet for each of them. She sets the takeout boxes on the table for herself and a plate of various wet and dry cat foods on the floor for Zephyr.

"Dinner's ready," she calls out, then wonders if she should take the plate to the bedroom instead. Building trust with cats sent by the universe can take time, and Kara's mind spirals with thoughts of what horrors Anubis might have endured while living on the streets. She's halfway to planning Calypso's catio to ease the transition from rugged outdoor cat to spoiled house cat when she spots the dark figure lurking along the wall. Kara freezes.

She debates her best course of action - does she offer her hand with a pspsps or do nothing? They stare at each other. After a moment where nothing happens, Kara averts her eyes, sending her gaze to the ceiling where she spots a spider in the corner. Great she thinks, let's hope Raven doesn't have an appetite for arachnids.

Kara's pulled from her thoughts by crunching near her feet. She sneaks a peak and sees Shuri ferociously air chomping a mouthful of dry food. A face-splitting grin splashes across her face.

After watching Potsticker test each of the offerings, finishing all but two samples, Kara once again attempts to build rapport.

"You don't have any allergies do you?"

Xena cocks her head and looks at her. Kara swears if this cat were human, there'd be a quirked brow to go along with that look.

"You're very expressive," she muses. "I wonder what you're thinking."

Unice meows at her, and Kara wishes she spoke cat.

***

She's struggling to stay focused on the movie with Ripley hiding away somewhere in her apartment. Kara hasn't seen the cat for hours and worries the progress she thought she made at dinner might have just been her hopeful imagination.

By the time breakfast rolls around, Kara's convinced Peony is plotting to kill her. Neither of them slept. Kara kept an eye out with her x-ray vision and noticed Nala spent the entire night exploring, poking and prodding with her pink-toed mitts at every window, door, latch, hatch, or moving part that might lead to a way out of the apartment. Every few hours, Jynx would check on Kara, looking almost annoyed to find her awake and looking back.

Kahlua's nowhere to be found when Kara's ready to head out to CatCo. She unlocks the door and calls out, "I'll be back soon, Calliope."

A flash of black streaks across the room and knocks into Kara's legs as soon as the door cracks open. Kara catches herself and stumbles into the hallway. Mittens is running around the hall, knocking into door after door. At the end of the hall, she stops in front of the elevator, looks it up and down, then turns back to Kara.

Little Yoda's ribs vibrate with heavy puffs and her eyes are wide. Kara approaches her slowly.

"It's ok, Izzy," she purrs. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Green eyes dart around. As if realizing there's nowhere to go, the fight leaves her.

"I know you're scared," Kara says, "this is a new place and we're still getting to know each other. But, if you'll give me a chance," she swallows, "I promise you will never again know a day without love."

The look on Dotty's face softens and it melts Kara's heart. The cat looks back at the elevator one more time before walking towards Kara. Grace, with all her regal elegance, brushes against Kara's ankle. It's the greatest moment of Kara's life.

***

"What is that?" Alex asks when Kara arrives at the DEO.

"This," Kara says, straightening herself and hooking her thumbs behind the shoulder straps at her chest, "is Griffin." The name is met with an immediate meow of objection. Kara looks down at the cat strapped to her chest then looks back up to Alex. "We're still deciding on a name."

***

It goes like that for a week with Kara toting the cat around with her. Bumblebee tries to run away at least once a day and continues to deny Kara's ideas for names. The day Dino curls up with Kara while an episode of Golden Girls plays on television is the day Kara thinks her heart might explode out of her chest.

With Athena's head buried in the crook of her neck, Kara strokes gently along her side.

"I love you, Tess," she breathes into black fur. A soft thrum purrs against her.

***

Kara enters the DEO panicked and sick with fear.

"She's gone, Alex," she manages to say through garbled, teary heaves. "I have to find her."

"Who?" Alex says and squeezes Kara's arms both to steady her and calm her.

"Ma'am's," Vasquez interrupts, "you might want to see this." She holds out a remote and turns on a television.

A news report shows an aerial view of a glass skyscraper with a large "L" emblazoned on the face. The ticker reads "Missing CEO found safe."

Before Alex or Kara can ask, a commotion stirs near the door. Agents scurry and someone yells, "you can't go in there."

Alex straightens herself to face the approaching party and sets a hand on her hip holster.

Kara wipes tears from her soaked cheeks.

A woman with alabaster skin, jet black hair, and deep red lips marches straight towards her. The tailored black suit commands the attention of every pair of eyes. Pale pink heels clack against the linoleum. Kara swallows the lump in her throat.

The woman stops inches before Kara, uncaring of the weapons pointed at her. Green eyes bore into Kara.

At long last, red lips curl into a smirk and a strong eyebrow quirks. She moves her head next to Kara's, so close Kara can feel the warmth of her breath against her ear when she purrs the words, "my name is Lena."

#supercorp #supercorp fic #supergirl #kara danvers and lena luthor #kara x lena

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trensu · 1 year

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I keep seeing posts about mother's day and Steve Harrington, and it's all in good fun, I don't wanna ruin anyone's fun times. But also, Steve is actually a teenage boy whose parents are never around and has sort of adopted this weird little nerd boy as his little brother. This weird little nerd boy has a mom who loves him very much and supports his interests and worries about his well-being constantly. Somehow, Steve has gotten included in this and he's got this woman fussing over him, if he's eating enough, if he's dressed warmly enough for the weather and please let her know how much he needs for gas because he takes Dustin places all the time.

And then mother's day is coming up and Dustin wants to get her the perfect present but has no idea what to get her because his mom is focused on him all the time and never really mentions anything she wants or needs so he's low-key panicking when he finally gets a hold of Steve and asks him for help. So Steve and him start going to all sorts of shops trying to find something good, something worthy of Claudia Henderson.

Steve helps him buy an extravagant bouquet because moms and flowers right? Dustin finds a bowtie collar for Mews2. They find a cat themed mother's day card. They order a whole fancy carry out meal from Enzo's. He helps Dustin bake a homemade chocolate cake.

Steve puts on the finishing touches to the dining table while Dustin coaxes Mews2 into the bowtie collar. Then it's almost time for Claudia to come home from her shift look idk what she does for a living in canon but I always imagined her as a hospital nurse and hospitals don't close for holidays or weekends so Steve checks Dustin's hair one last time because Dustin wants to look nice for his mom's nice mother's day dinner. Then Steve is grabbing his keys and saying goodbye.

"Dude, where are you going?" Dustin asks, genuinely baffled.

"Uh, home? You're all set up, and your mom's home soon," Steve responds like, duh, where else would he be going right.

"Yeah, so you should clean up! I can't be the only one looking good for Mom."

Steve blinks. "Man, your mom's not gonna want me getting in the way of her day with you."

"what are you talking about? Have you MET Mom?"

And before they could continue arguing, Claudia walks through the door. She sees the dining table laid out all nice, and her furry boy in a bowtie, her little boy with his hair done, and her other bigger boy looking kind of caught out and blushing.

"oh, my boys!" She says. "Did you do all of this for me?"

"Dustin actually--" Steve tries to give Dustin, her actual kid, the credit because he's not about to steal his little bud's thunder but Claudia scoops them both into her arms and peppers them with slightly damp kisses.

"you two didn't have to!" She says. "Oh, let me go get changed from these scrubs. You both sit down, I'll be just a minute. I'm so lucky to have the two sweetest boys in the world." Mews2 takes that moment to meow loudly. "sorry, THREE boys, I didn't forget you, baby."

She shuffles hurriedly to her room, leaving behind a smugly grinning Dustin and a frozen, baffled Steve.

"you heard her," Dustin says, pushing Steve towards an open chair. "We can't disappoint her on mother's day!"

And that's how Steve ended up spending mother's day in a warm home with a loving family, instead of spending the evening alone trying to get a call through to Mrs Harrington with little success.

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #stranger things #steve is an honorary henderson #trensu tells stories

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Eddie has a telephone voice, which Dustin finds absolutely hysterical. As the pizza place answers, his whole register switches into something a little smoother, over-pronouncing each word, and Dustin watches him with undisguised glee.

Eddie must read his thoughts because while their order is repeated back to him, he blushes, covers the receiver and mouths, “Oh, fuck off.”

When he hangs up, he playfully cuffs Dustin on the back of the head. “Do you mind? I was putting on the performance of a lifetime there.”

“What performance?” comes Steve’s voice, and Dustin turns to see him leaning against the counter, Tews following at his heels.

“That I’m a polite young man, of course,” Eddie says with a toothy smile.

Steve whistles, all faux impressed. “The Academy will be in touch, man.” He dodges Eddie’s attempt to trip him up, smirking—then yawns a bit into his palm. “Henderson, your cat’s like a sleeping pill or something.”

Dustin scoops up Tews, rocks him until he wriggles out of his arms. “Why can’t you be cute like that with me? You just claw at all my clothes, you little shit.”

“Dustin!” Eddie gasps, “don’t use such language around the baby.”

“Yeah, dude,” Steve snickers. “Don’t wanna offend Mr Polite Young Man’s delicate sensibilities.”

Eddie whacks him with the take-out menu.

Their back-and-forth hardly stops all throughout dinner. Eddie makes it look easy, Dustin thinks: how he delivers each quip so there’s never a lingering silence, yet still spaces them out so that Steve has more time to retort back.

And because Eddie keeps talking engagingly, Steve clears his plate without seeming to realise it; and Dustin feels himself calm at the sight of his eyes gradually brightening.

It’s not the only sight he takes note of.

Eddie is sitting close to Steve, their shoulders touching—and whenever he wants the box of pizza passed to him, or more soda, he just taps Steve’s arm in question, all while carrying on the conversation. Maybe before, Dustin wouldn’t think anything of it, but now he considers how Eddie had sat on the couch with Steve, his hand in his hair, how he’s been there for him the whole day; and a silent little lightbulb goes off in Dustin’s brain.

Because it goes both ways.

The girls Steve has dated wouldn’t do this—have never done this, at least as far as Dustin can tell, remembering flashes of dates he’d seen on the rare occasions Steve wasn’t driving him places, at the cinema or diner, or…

He gets the feeling that Steve has always been subtly holding some parts of himself back with them. He doesn’t do that with Eddie. He lets him in. Dustin watches as Eddie tidies the counter, gently nudging Steve out of the way with his hip. It’s like finally solving a puzzle: now Dustin knows which way to look, he can’t believe how he didn’t notice it before.

Instead of saying anything, he busies himself with finding fresh blankets for Steve. As he shakes them out, it occurs to him that this is kind of what Steve must do for him every time he stays over—the difference being that he’s over often enough to have a set of pyjamas waiting for him in the guest room. Steve even ironed them once, which Dustin had teased him relentlessly for, but secretly found it… nice.

As it nears 10pm, Steve suddenly jolts from where he’s sitting on the couch, dislodging Tews from his lap again.

“Sorry, baby,” Steve says distractedly, gives Tews an apologetic pat. Dustin notices the little pinch of stress around his eyes again, and doesn’t mention the fact that Eddie’s already got him calling his cat ‘baby’, too.

“What’s up?” Eddie says. He’s lounging on the floor, has a few of Dustin’s comics spread out in front of him.

“I told Robin I was gonna pick her up, I forgot. Shit, she’ll be closing soon.”

“On it,” Eddie says, almost singsong. In one move, he leaps to his feet and retrieves the keys to his van. “Back quicker than you can say—”

“Jack Robinson,” Dustin finishes; Eddie says it a lot, probably picked it up from his uncle.

Eddie winks at him, turns to Steve and gives a dimpled little smile before leaving.

Steve looks off into the distance, still frowning.

After making sure Tews has safely moved over to his food bowl, Dustin jumps onto the couch, blankets and all.

“Oof,” Steve huffs, “you trying to crush me?” But though he acts like he’s going to shove Dustin off, he never once does.

They poke at each other, complaining about bony elbows and freezing feet. As Dustin adjusts the blankets, he shifts so that Steve’s the one on the inside of the couch. Steve has never mentioned anything, but Dustin’s suspected for a little while that he likes to sleep with his back against a surface; probably makes him feel less exposed.

Now that Eddie isn’t here, Dustin can’t stop his mind from wandering back to Steve, sitting alone in the junkyard. To the thought of him waking up in an empty house, terrified out of his mind.

“You know you can… like, stay over whenever, right?” Dustin says.

Steve has said pretty much the same to him, but Dustin knows there’s a bit of a difference: that maybe Steve finds it easier to offer than take something for himself.

He feels Steve shrug next to him.

“Uh, you sure? Don’t wanna cramp your style, little man.” His voice goes into his parody of a middle-aged suburban dad, and Dustin has a sudden clarity about what his aim is: to make Dustin scoff and roll his eyes at him, and forget about the offer.

But he doesn’t take the bait.

He leans briefly into Steve’s shoulder and says, “You know I’d be fine with it, right? Like, Mike and Nancy, they hang out all the time even if they don’t act like it, just barge into each other’s rooms. Same thing with Lucas and Erica. Like, sure, they annoy each other sometimes, but that kinda comes with the deal.”

“Oh,” Steve says softly, and Dustin glances to the side; he doesn’t know what it is that he’s said, but Steve looks deeply touched. “Thanks, Dustin. Really. Thanks.” Dustin takes a deep breath. Gathers his courage. “I get them, too.”

“Huh?”

Dustin sighs, turns a little into Steve’s side. “Nightmares,” he mumbles.

“Oh,” Steve says again, and he wraps an arm around Dustin. “Oh, bud, I’m sorry. You… you wanna talk about it?”

Dustin pauses. Nods.

Steve squeezes his shoulders. “I know what happened with… with Eddie was awful, man, it’s my fault you went through all that shit alone—”

“No,” Dustin interrupts, because making Steve feel guilty isn’t remotely his aim. “They’re not… they’re not only about Eddie.” He closes his eyes; he’s not told this to anyone. “Sometimes they’re about you. Losing you.”

Silence.

“Sometimes the bats get you, too. Or…” And it’s stupid that what he says next makes him falter—compared to the previous dreams, it’s hardly anything, no blood or gore, but…

“Or you’re—I can see you, and I-I can’t tell which one of us is in The Upside Down, but you… you can’t hear me.”

“Hey.” Steve gently prods Dustin in the cheek, holds his gaze. “I’d always hear you. You never have to doubt that, got it? I’ll always come find you.”

Dustin nods again—for a moment, doesn’t trust himself to speak. He wiggles a little closer, sniffs.

Steve pulls him into a proper hug. “I’m sorry, I just—fuck, I get so scared sometimes, Dustin. I don’t—” He swallows. “I know I don’t say it, but, God, I love you so damn much. I don’t want a-anything to happen to you.”

Dustin returns the hug. Pulls back and makes sure Steve is looking him in the eye when he says, deadpan, “Steve. I hate to break it to you, but so much has happened to me.”

Steve snorts. “You know what I—ugh, you’re the worst.”

Dustin pauses. “But if something ever did happen,” he says carefully, tries to measure his tone to show he doesn’t mean anything Upside Down-related, not anymore, “then we’d be okay, in the end, I swear. You’ve got me, I’ve got you, right?”

Steve exhales. Nods a little jerkily. “Right.”

And what the hell, Dustin figures he might as well say it now—it’s too important to just remain an unsaid, sort of mutually understood thing.

“Steve? I love you, too.”

It takes a second, and then Dustin feels Steve start to shake. This time, the tears aren’t hidden; he just… lets them be.

“Aw, goddamn it,” Steve laughs wetly, “why’d you have to go and say that?”

“You started it,” Dustin says.

“Shut up,” Steve says, lips trembling a bit as he smiles.

Dustin gives him time, just waits in the quiet until Steve’s breathing comes out steady again.

“J,” Steve says eventually.

“Jaws,” Dustin says.

“Oh, boo. Predictable, Henderson.”

“V.”

“…Damn it, all I can think of is Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”

“That doesn’t start with V, dumbass.”

Steve lets out a long yawn, like it’s crept up on him. “I know, butthead.”

They go on like that, throwing out letters and movie titles like it’s a tennis match. Gradually, it takes longer and longer for Steve to reply, his voice growing mumbly until it trails off entirely; and Dustin feels him go slack and heavy with sleep.

He looks up at the ceiling, hears the front door softly open and close. Tews is in the hallway, greeting Eddie with a more vocal miaow, and Dustin laughs quietly as he hears Eddie croon, “Oh, baby, hello, aren’t you just the best, huh?”

When he enters the living room, Eddie spots that Steve’s fallen asleep immediately. His expression softens, and then he smiles, looks at Dustin and says, “You’re gonna get a crick in your neck if you keep laying all stiff like that.”

“Was worried I’d wake him up.”

“Nah, you won’t. Here, I’ll help.”

And Eddie very carefully manages to tilt Steve further against the back of the couch, giving Dustin just enough room to move away from the embrace so he can stretch out properly.

Eddie is about to head back to his spot on the floor, where he’s placed a sleeping bag from the van, when Steve makes a tiny, vague noise of distress.

Dustin and Eddie both freeze.

“M’gotta…” Steve sighs, face twitching. His eyes remain closed. “Car keys, where… they need… have to…”

“Shh. Hey, Steve, you��re okay.” Eddie reaches across, strokes Steve’s hair. “You’re… you’re just dreaming, sweetheart.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s it, go back to sleep. You’re at Dustin’s remember? Everyone’s safe.”

“Dustin,” Steve echoes faintly. “Safe…”

Eddie waits until Steve has settled back into a deep, hopefully dreamless sleep, then draws back his hand.

Dustin turns, watches him unzip the sleeping bag and lie down.

“Do you love him?” he asks.

Eddie stares up at him. Then: “Yeah,” he says simply.

“Good,” Dustin says.

Eddie’s mouth parts slightly. He blinks. “That’s it?” he whispers.

Dustin blinks back at him. “I mean, yeah? Should I… um, have said something else?”

Eddie exhales a laugh, smiles. “No, you’re good. That was… great.”

A moment of comfortable silence.

“Hey, Dustin.” Eddie lowers his voice further, even though Steve’s out for the count. “He, uh. He doesn’t know, okay? Not… not yet.”

“I kinda think he does, though,” Dustin says, then pulls back the blanket so he can raise one hand in acknowledgment. “But, like, I’m not gonna tell him. Swear on my mom.”

Eddie laughs again, and he somehow makes it sound thoughtful. “We’ll get there, man.”

And Dustin knows Eddie isn’t just referring to him and Steve, dancing around the beginning of something great.

Dustin thinks of Steve waking up and checking the news for car wrecks. Of the nightmares, shared between them all.

We’ll get there.

“You can come round whenever, too, obviously,” Dustin says. “Like, we could make it a thing? Saturdays or something, mom won’t mind. All three of us.”

Eddie’s expression goes soft again, his eyes overly bright. It kind of reminds Dustin of how his mom sometimes looks at him on the first day of school, or Christmas morning.

“What?”

Eddie smiles. “Nothing.” He sighs, closing his eyes. “Just… wish more people were as kind as you, Dustin Henderson.”

Dustin looks down at him, pride and affection welling in his chest. He can feel Steve’s light snores ruffling his hair, and he shuts his eyes, knows that two of the people he loves most in the world are on either side of him.

We’ll be okay. We’ll get there.

#dustin henderson fic #steve and dustin #steddie with dustin’s pov #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie and dustin #steve x eddie #pre steddie #henderfam

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pastafossa · 4 months

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Pet loss below the cut.

Cato was my cat. That's the long and short of it.

From the first night I had him when he curled up against my neck to fall asleep with me, to his final night when he curled up on my chest to try and comfort me, there is not a single day I've been home that I haven't had my kitten chow with me. He was my tiny shadow, always trotting along after me or singing at me from around the house with that long Siamese wail or bringing me scores of socks he hid god knows where (although once he brought me an entire umbrella instead, which he was understandably proud of). He was by my pillow every night cuddled up against my arm, and we fit together like two puzzle pieces, like that little crook in my arm was designed for him, for his exact shape and size. He was with me through my health issues, through high school and college, through moving states, through covid, through tears, through the loss of other pets. He was there as I really learned to write, and there is not a single chapter of TRT that was written without his presence for at least a section of it even if it meant I had to stop editing or writing for a bit and just stare at the words instead because he wanted to be held NOW. And he even managed to hold off the cancer just long enough to walk with me through mom's hospital stay and her return home. I was his person, and he was my soul cat, a piece of me.

I was so torn last night. He was clearly in pain, dehydrated, wobbly, confused and restless, and couldn't get to the litter box. It had been really clear this week the moment was coming, that the cancer was going to take him soon. I'd had this big plan, to have it all happen at home in peace. He hated the vet, hated the stress, but it happened so fast, and I just... knew he couldn't wait for the vet's office to open so she could come here. He'd chosen his time and it was now.

I held him at the emergency vet when they gave him the sedative. I managed to choke out that silly singing tone that always made him happy, as I called him every last nickname he knew: my Cato-wato kitten chow, my Cato kins, my little Mr. meow meow, my sweet happy baby kitty. I made sure all he could see with those big beautiful blue eyes of his was me, as I petted his soft little ears and scratched his neck just the way he liked. And he actually managed to purr for me. He purred as he slipped away and the lights went out, and it was the last sound I ever got to hear from him.

I already miss you so, so much, my sweet old kitty, my Cato kitten chow. I'm sorry it couldn't be at home. But thank you for purring for me. Thank you for spending your journey with me. Thank you for the love you gave me. Thank you for the big meows and the headbonks and perching on my shoulder to interrupt with a breaking news story of Meow Meow. Thank you for the stealing of hundreds of my socks over 16 years and the way you always wanted to sit on me regardless of convenience or your own comfort. Thank you for letting me scoop you up for head smoochies, guarding me from nightmares, and solemnly supervising over 150 chapters of TRT. My soul cat, my baby kitty, my lovebug. I will always love and miss you. And one day I'll see you again.

#tw: pet death #cato the siamese #this is the hardest pet loss i've ever experienced #i didn't want to leave him there. it was so so hard walking out without him #i'll have his ashes in a few weeks and i have plans to get a tattoo of his pawprint but this is going to be rough for a while #he was such a part of my daily life for 16 years and now he's just gone #it's been so long that i don't really remember how i did things without him around #and now even having to feed the other kitties makes me cry because he's not there to meow at me to hurry or trot after me #i miss him

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere kny but make them turn into cats

I love love love this idea

It's one of my favorite fanfic setups

And I think maybe I’ll just make this a full-on series 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You are single, living in a house all by yourself

When suddenly you come across a large black cat with magenta eyes

“Awww, aren’t you a special baby!”

This cat walks into your life and refuses to leave

No like literally you see him around when you leave your day job at the beginning of the week

In the middle he’s walking you home

And by the end he’s meowing at you to let him inside when you come home

He’s demanding and kind of entitled but boy does he love the attention you give him

If you guessed this is none other than Muzan Kibitsuji

After realizing he’s been reduced to nothing but an average cat he has been trying to establish a way of life

He stalked you intensely before he decided to pick you

Blaming cat instincts when he has a strong urge to stay by your side

And for a while he gets just that

Waiting diligently for you outside your work and what not

You both have a routine where you two would head to your work together, go home together, and cuddle

Of course this changes when you scoop up two peculiar kittens

A burgundy short-hair and a black shorthair with an ombre orange and pink colored tail

Its Tanjiro and Nezuko!

As the babies they get special treatment immediately upsetting Muzan

Recognizing who they are he’s immediately going to try and kill them

But guess who gets the boot if he so much as raises a claw at them

“Bad Magenta, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior! You can come outside your room when you decide to behave.”

And because this demon king still wants his cuddles he’ll exist with those two since he has to

Funnily enough he’s not going to keep trying to kill them but instead work to discredit them

Someone knocked over vase you just bought

it wasn’t ‘Magenta’ who was playing with the shards no no

It was those naughty kittens

The same can’t be said for Tanjiro & Nezuko

At least for the first couple weeks they are very intent on killing the demon cat

Only for him to dodge and cuddle into you to escape their best attempts

“Aww Magenta? You don’t want to play with the babies? But they are calling for you so cutely, just look at them!”

Eventually they’ll realize just how weak they are as kittens and that the demon king won’t do anything while you’re in the picture so guess what

It's back to training!

“Aww Sparks is doing lil’ push-ups, I need to get my phone!”

And after awhile you once again fall into a rhythm with all three cats beginning to relate to each other more than they will ever admit

And they all agreed that they strictly will write off any grounds of friendship when they get back to their world

But until then…

Don’t make too big a deal out of it when you see the siblings curl up beside the older cat

Or when Magenta carries the kittens to the cat tree to groom them

From there both sides demons and demon-slayers appear in their cat forms before distributing them to your neighbors, family, and friends only allowed to visit occasionally

To even the score though I can see you taking in at least one more kitten and one more older cat

Maybe Rui as the kitten, and Giyuu Tomioka as the other adult cat

And while I don’t think they’ll immediately get along they’ll eventually understand it's no use trying to kill anyone

…at least not any of them that have been turned into cats

The other humans in this world are completely free game:

“How long have you been able to do that?”

It was late in the night and you were long since passed out along with the kittens who could stay asleep. Meanwhile Giyuu Tomioka stared intensely at the male with cat-like appendages as he flexed his hands and arms. When he saw the other adult cat writhing on top of his typical resting place on the fridge, he was silently hoping he was dying. Apparently he was just preparing to make this massive change, that just might destroy the harmony that everyone was used to. The water pillar sat in a tense position as he watched Muzan relearn to use his legs, quietly padding around the room picking up the objects of your home.

“Just recently.”

“Why?”

Based on their timeline Muzan was the first to arrive so this would mean that Tanjiro and Nezuko would be next. Deep blue eyes flickered to your bedroom where you laid with three kittens– a burgundy one, a black one with an ombre tail, and white one with red spots–all curled up together against your side. There was nothing stopping him from doing the worst to you and the kittens.

“I have been craving to settle a score with someone here…do you remember their landlord?”

The black cat nodded. The old man was nauseating to be around he smelt of hotdog water with a whiff of sewage. Before they had apparently been adopted in your care the old geezer would allow himself into your place obsessively running his hands along your furniture before inviting himself to go through your dirty laundry. Against Giyuu's better judgement he didn’t stop Tanjiro who left quite a few scratches on his leg before being flung away. At the time the hashira didn’t dare act as he feared his own well being but immediately regretted it when he heard the pained mewing of his recruit. And it was none other than the demon king himself who led the charge calling out to him as he stood in front of the kitten. Unfortunately after that the landlord threatened to evict you if the cats weren’t removed you refused and instead were met with the temper tantrum. The consensus in the old man's mind being that he murder them himself; claiming they were vermin and it was his job to remove them anyway.

“I do//”

“We’d be allowed to stay if the Land lord’s..estranged son were to take over couldn’t we.”

Gyuu’s pointed ears perked up, cocking his head at the implication. He didn’t approve, after all he’s dealt with ignorant people that he nonetheless still had to save. He jumped from his place on the coffee-table to stand on guard in front of the door.

“Don’t do this. If you do this you can’t go back!//” He exclaimed in his monotone mews as the cat-man proceeded to unlock the door. To halt him the former demon slayer cat swiped at his feet, momentarily triumphant as the cat man flinched back away from the door only to bend down lifting the cat into the air. His hold was firm and not careless; forcing the cat into a frozen state as he came to a realization. If a demon must kill to be sated why not let it feed on the ones that were essentially the same. For good measure the man with magenta cat-eyes looked unblinking into the dark-blue eyes of the cat.

“Don’t you want me to protect (Y/n)? To protect the kittens? To protect our peace?”

Hearing nothing from the previously vocal cat Muzan placed him back on the floor before heading out the door, beelining towards the landlord’s residence just beneath your apartment.

When Muzan made the move to militarize his newfound cat claws effectively spraying his naked form with the warm blood of the flailing man. He looked boredly at the gorish gunk on his hands noting the different level of power he now had; it wasn’t close to his previous power but it was something. As he began to carry out his plan, planting evidence and washing himself he came to a conclusion…

“It's nice fighting for someone. I'll be sure to do it again soon.”

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Fandom: 911 Lone Star Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes Rating: T Summary: In the early days of their budding relationship, Carlos and T.K. discover some of each other's more adorable characteristics. Or, five times Carlos learns adorable things about T.K. and one time T.K. learns something adorable about Carlos. A/N: So what had happened was, I wrote "Glasses and Smut and Your Naked Butt" and then I had too many cute little scenarios to fit into a 5+1 so I wrote a second one. Cheers! Read on AO3

Kitty

Carlos has never met anyone who can go from zero to sixty the way T.K. can. He barely has the Camaro in park before T.K. is leaning across the console, pulling him in for a dirty, dirty kiss full of tongue and teeth and desire. Normally Carlos would protest this kind of activity in the car, but they’re right in front of the condo, it’s late, and therefore unlikely that anyone will see them.

So he lets T.K. go on and doesn’t say a word as he somehow maneuvers himself across the console and into Carlos’ lap, which, quite honestly, is where Carlos wanted him for the entirety of dinner anyway. He’d been so enchanted with the idea of actually dating T.K. instead of just being his fuck buddy that he hadn’t quite thought through how hard it would be to keep his hands off of him in public.

“Put the seat back,” T.K. says breathlessly in between kisses.

Carlos follows his orders, both of them slowly reclining downward toward the backseat, while somehow managing never to fully detach from one another. Carlos’ breath catches as T.K. bites into his earlobe. “Do you want to take this inside?” he finally asks, when it seems like T.K. isn’t going to be content with just a heavy make out session.

T.K. pauses long enough to flash him a smirk. “No. Live a little Reyes.”

If anyone else uttered those words Carlos would push them off and call it a night. But T.K. Strand has cast some kind of spell on him, so Carlos lays back and watches greedily as T.K. sits up and starts to take off his shirt. His eyes follow the motion of T.K.’s hands as they slowly work at his buttons and then suddenly freeze. “Oh my god!” T.K. yells.

“What? What?!” Carlos asks in a panic, sitting up abruptly and almost hitting his head on the car’s roof.

“There’s a cat!”

“There’s—what?” Carlos asks in confusion, his heart still pounding away in his chest having imagined that T.K. was seeing an ax murderer or a bear or Mr. Johnson who sometimes walks around with his bathrobe open.

“There’s a cat out there!”

Before Carlos can formulate a response, T.K. has vaulted off of his lap and out of the car leaving Carlos shocked and alone. He takes a second to adjust his pants before getting up and following his boyfriend.

T.K. is kneeling on the sidewalk, hand outstretched, making little “pspsps” noises.

“T.K. what are you doing?” Carlos asks, shifting back and forth, still trying to alleviate the situation in his pants that his boyfriend started but did not finish.

“There’s a cat. Look! Come here kitty, that’s right, who’s a good kitty?”

A black cat with white markings on its chin and paws wanders over to T.K. and starts to rub up against his hand. “Oh, god, T.K. be careful, it could have fleas,” Carlos says.

“You don’t have fleas, do you? No you don’t,” T.K. says, using a voice that Carlos has never heard before. “It’s too well taken care of to be a stray. No collar though. Do you know whose it is? It must be one of your neighbors.”

“I’ve never seen it before,” Carlos says. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

“We can’t leave it!” T.K. says. “It must have slipped out. Someone will be looking for it. It can’t stay out here all night alone.”

“T.K.,” Carlos sighs. “What do you want me to do? It’s late. We can’t exactly go knock on doors.”

T.K. fixes him with a look as he scoops the cat up into his arms and cradles it like a baby, the cat perfectly content to let him. “Are you a police officer or not? Start police officering.”

“Pretty sure cats are more of a firefighter thing,” Carlos says wryly.

T.K. squares his shoulders. “Carlos. This baby is out here alone and afraid. We need to find out who it—” T.K. glances down at the cat’s belly and back up, “who he belongs to and get him home.”

Carlos feels a smile twisting at his lips. T.K. looks adorable standing there in the glow of the streetlight, fiercely protecting an animal he met two minutes ago. It’s precious really.

“He might belong to Mrs. O’Grady,” Carlos says. “She has like five cats. Let’s go see if her light is still on.”

“Thank you,” T.K. says in relief. “Come on little buddy, let’s go find your home.

Mornings

The first time Carlos wakes up with T.K. next to him, it’s one of the most thrilling moments of his entire life. He feels warm and safe and happy and there’s a sense of victory in it too because T.K. has held him at arm’s length for so long. To finally see his patience rewarded feels like a huge step forward. Staying the night is something couples do. It’s permanent, not just chasing a high.

He watches T.K. for a while, memorizing how he looks in the soft light of the morning, the way his mouth hangs open a little bit, his arms and legs splayed out awkwardly across the mattress, his hair a glorious wreck.

This is a T.K. that few people get to see, and Carlos is elated to finally be one of them.

Eventually nature calls and he slips from his bed to take care of business and then go make them some coffee. He assumes T.K. will wake up and wander out when the smell starts to waft upstairs, but he doesn’t.

Carlos goes to check on him and finds him in exactly the same position as half an hour before. He chalks it up to a very successful night of sex and heads back down to start working on french toast.

He takes his time, enjoying the feeling of cooking for someone other than just himself. Another thirty minutes roll by as he cooks and there’s still no sign of T.K. when he’s done.

He plates up their French toast, bacon, pours them each a cup of coffee, setting it all on the table before making his way upstairs.

T.K. has wrapped himself in the sheet and pulled it up over his head like a cocoon. Carlos smiles and is tempted to snap a picture, but instead he kneels on the mattress and gently pulls the blankets away from T.K.’s face. “Good morning,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to T.K.’s forehead.

Nothing.

He sits down on the mattress and puts his hand on T.K.’s hip. “It’s time to wake up,” he whispers teasingly, shaking him a little bit.

Still nothing.

What the hell?

Now he’s actually concerned. “T.K., hey,” he says, shaking him a little more harshly.

“Gowayyyy.”

The words are slurred together and punctuated by a swipe of T.K.’s arm that narrowly misses hitting Carlos in the ribs.

Okay, so at least he’s alive. That’s something.

“I made breakfast,” Carlos says softly, brushing his fingers through T.K.’s hair. Surely that will be enough to get him going.

It only gets him another grumble.

Carlos sits back, struggling to decide if he’s amused or disappointed. He’s just about decided to go back downstairs and eat his breakfast alone when T.K.’s arm slaps the empty expanse of mattress between them and then a sort of muffled sound escapes him, that bears a passing resemblance to, “Come here.”

Carlos’ eyebrows rise and he has to stifle a laugh as T.K.’s arm flops around again and then finally connects with Carlos’ thigh. He curls his hand around it and gives a feeble tug, not enough to actually move him, but enough to indicate that he wants Carlos to come closer.

“I’m confused. Do you want me to leave or stay?” Carlos asks in amusement.

T.K. turns his head so that he’s facing Carlos, even though his eyes are still closed, and gives another tug. Carlos chuckles and obliges, sliding down so that he’s parallel to T.K. on his side.

T.K. immediately curls into him, mashing his face into Carlos’ chest and hooking a leg over his hip. Carlos quirks a fond smile and runs a hand through T.K.’s hair.

“D’you mke me brkfst?” T.K.’s voice is scratchy but slightly more intelligible now.

“I did,” Carlos says. “I thought it would be a nice way to start the day.”

T.K. hums into his chest and then, with a valiant effort, opens his eyes and squints up at Carlos. “I hate mornings,” he says.

Carlos bursts out laughing. “Yeah, I kind of figured that out,” he says, stroking a hand through T.K.’s hair.

His eyes close again and he snuggles more tightly into Carlos. “What did you make me?”

“French toast and bacon. And coffee.”

T.K. hums against him. “That sounds good.”

“Sooo…are you going to get up and eat it?” Carlos asks.

“I’m trying.”

“This is you trying?”

T.K. cracks one eyelid. “It’s a process.”

“So I see. How do you manage to get up for calls at work?”

“That’s different.”

Carlos fails to see how, but he doesn’t push it. “What if I bring your breakfast up here?”

That gets him two eyeballs. “You don’t like food in bed.”

That’s true. The thought of crumbs between his sheets makes Carlos shudder. But breakfast is ready and T.K. is not, and he looks so damn cute all bed rumpled and sleepy that it’s making Carlos throw some rules out the window. “I’ll make an exception this time.”

T.K. rolls onto his back, a smile on his face as he stretches and puts his hands behind his head. “This house comes with five star service.”

“This is a special occasion. Don’t get used to it,” Carlos says, giving him a peck on the nose before rising to go get their food.

But the fact is, T.K. could ask Carlos to bring him breakfast in bed every day for the rest of his life and he’d do it. That’s just how it’s going to be.

Chat

Carlos is pulled from sleep by someone’s voice. At first he thinks he might have fallen asleep in front of the TV or maybe with a podcast going. But the more he rouses, the more he realizes the sound isn’t steady and clear enough to be either one of those.

He blinks a few times, trying to get his bearings. His room is dark, it’s clearly still the middle of the night, and T.K. is pressed up against him, head pillowed against his chest.

The sound stops and Carlos listens intently, his heart now speeding up in his chest as he tries to figure out if it was real or a dream. If it was real…is there someone in the condo?

He’s about ready to slide out of bed and grab his off-duty weapon to go investigate when T.K. lets out a big snuffling sound and then says, “nthebthtb.”

Carlos relaxes at the realization that the sound was just his boyfriend and gently brushes a hand over his arm. “You okay babe?” he whispers into the darkness.

T.K.’s face contracts into a scowl. “‘nthe bathtub.”

“What?”

“Put it in the bathtub.”

The words are clearer now, but Carlos is beyond confused. “Put what in the bathtub?”

T.K.’s head whips up and turns in Carlos’ general direction, his eyes still closed, his neck bent at an awkward angle. “The alligator!”

Carlos shifts so that he’s sitting more upright and looks down at T.K. with raised eyebrows. “T.K. there’s no alligator.”

“No you…you have to put it in the bathtub,” T.K. demands again.

He looks so distressed that Carlos has to bite back a laugh. “Okay, I’ll put the alligator in the bathtub.”

T.K. mumbles something unintelligible and snuggles in against Carlos again before whipping his head up one more time. “And socks!”

“The alligator needs socks?”

“No.” T.K. pauses for so long that Carlos starts to worry that he’s going to get a crick in his neck before finally saying, “Don’t let him eat…the purple ones.”

Then he flops back down and lets out a snort before seeming to go fully back to sleep, leaving Carlos amused and very curious.

Carlos has an early shift and T.K. is still sound asleep when he leaves, so he doesn’t get to mention anything about their bizarre middle-of-the-night conversation until he gets home at the end of the day.

“Hey babe!” T.K. says cheerfully, coming to give him a sweet kiss as he walks through the door. “I made Italian wedding soup and got bread from that new bakery down the street. Should be ready in like fifteen minutes.”

“Sounds good,” Carlos says as he finishes removing his shoes. He reaches into his work bag. “I got you a present.”

T.K.’s already halfway back into the kitchen, but he turns back, surprise on his face. “A present? Wait,” he frowns. “Did I forget something? Is today—“

“Relax,” Carlos says with a chuckle. “You didn’t forget anything. This is a just-because gift.”

T.K.’s face brightens again. “Oh well in that case, gimme gimme!”

He holds out his hands and Carlos drops a small plastic bag into them. T.K. reaches inside and pulls out a pair of bright purple socks. “Wow, thanks babe!”

“I promise not to let the alligator eat them,” Carlos says, trying to smother the smile on his face.

T.K.’s brow furrows. “What alligator?”

“The alligator in the bathtub.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Did you hit your head today?” T.K. asks. Then he freezes and addresses himself, a concerned look on his face. “Wait, did I hit my head today?”

Carlos full on laughs and decides to put him out of his misery. “Last night in the middle of the night you woke me up to tell me to put an alligator in the bathtub. And then you were very insistent that he not eat purple socks.”

“Oh my god.” A blush forms on T.K.’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I—sometimes I sleep talk. It used to happen a lot when I was a kid and I mostly grew out of it, but once in a while it still happens. Usually only if I’m really tired. It’s been so long since I’ve spent the night with anybody, I didn’t think to tell you.”

He looks so adorably embarrassed that Carlos reaches for his hips and pulls him in so their bodies are flush against one another, needing to touch him. He quirks a smile. “That,” he says, “is very cute.”

“No it’s not, it’s embarrassing,” T.K. says, squirming a little bit. “Sometimes I say really weird stuff.”

“Trust me when I tell you that is not the weirdest middle of the night conversation I’ve had,” Carlos assures him. “You wouldn’t believe how many drunk and stoned people think they’re Jesus when they’re hauled into lock-up at three am. I’ll take your alligators any day.”

T.K. snorts. “I have definitely never claimed to be a deity.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow and bites his lip before saying, “That’s true, although I do seem to remember you saying the Lord’s name an awful lot when we went to bed last night.”

T.K. shoves his bicep good-naturedly. “What I say in the throes of passion is supposed to stay in the throes of passion Carlos.”

“So what you’re telling me is that anything we say in bed is privileged information?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm, good to know.”

Thief

Where the hell is his APD t-shirt?

Carlos stands in front of his closet, hands on his hips as he stares into its depths, completely baffled. He’d worn it to a workout two weeks ago and he’s sure he put it into the laundry. He had to have. He’s checked his gym bag, the trunk of the Camaro, his locker at work, the laundry basket itself, and the washer, just in case it had gotten stuck to the side and he hadn’t noticed. It’s been three full days of searching and now he’s sure. It’s not here.

It’s not anywhere.

Which doesn’t make any sense. Because t-shirts don’t just get up and walk away.

It’s not that big of a deal. It’s only a t-shirt after all. One from his brief stint on the department softball league a few years ago. It’s just that Carlos is a careful, meticulous person. There’s a system to his laundry. And now, after all these years, it’s really eating at him that it might have failed.

He’s about to dive back into round five of removing every single thing from his closet, when he hears the front door open. “Carlos? You home?”

It’s T.K.’s voice and it sounds off, meaning Carlos immediately abandons his search and goes downstairs to soothe whatever has his boyfriend’s spirits down.

T.K.’s doing that thing where he kind of pulls back into himself, and it takes some coaxing for Carlos to tease the full story of his shitty day out of him. Then there’s cuddling, kissing, dinner, and more kissing before Carlos offers to run T.K. a bath and let him relax for a bit.

He’s finishing up the dishes when T.K. comes back downstairs and wraps his arms around Carlos’ waist from behind. He smells like the lavender scented soap that Carlos left out for him and Carlos breathes it in before turning around to give him another kiss. “Better?” he asks, running a hand through T.K.’s hair, down to cup the nape of his neck.

“Yeah,” T.K. says. “Thank you.” He looks up and Carlos can still see some vulnerability in his eyes. “Is it okay if I stay here tonight?”

It’s on the tip of Carlos’ tongue to tell him he can stay every night for the rest of his life if he wants, but he’s learned T.K. well enough to know now isn’t the moment. “Of course,” he says instead. “You’re always welcome here.”

He’s about to ask if T.K. needs to borrow something to sleep in, but then he looks down and the words die on his tongue. He takes a step back, brow furrowing.

“What?” T.K. asks. “Is something wrong?”

“Is that my APD shirt?” Carlos asks.

He already knows the answer, but he’s so surprised it’s the only thing that comes out.

“Um…no?” T.K. says, trying for innocent and failing miserably.

“T.K. it has my name on the back,” Carlos says.

“There are lots of people with the last name Reyes in Austin.”

“Right and I’m sure so many of them played on the department softball team in 2018,” Carlos replies. “Where did you find it? I’ve been looking for it everywhere.”

“It was in your drawer,” T.K. says, but he’s no longer meeting Carlos’ eyes.

“It was not in my drawer,” Carlos says. “I looked. Several times.”

T.K. shrugs. “Well you’re welcome that I found it then.”

Carlos narrows his eyes. “You didn’t find it. You stole it.”

T.K.’s jaw drops. “Carlos. You’re accusing me, a brave, loyal member of the AFD, who serves his community on a daily basis, of stealing?”

“It’s not an accusation, it’s a fact,” Carlos says, tapping a finger against T.K.’s chest. “You stole this out of my laundry.”

“Not sure those charges are going to stick in court, officer.”

“T.K.” Carlos growls out his name.

“Okay, fine, I stole it!” T.K. says. “I was getting ready for work here last week after you left and I realized I’d forgotten a shirt to wear to the station. It was in your clean laundry basket so I grabbed it and wore it. I was going to wash it and bring it back but then…”

He looks embarrassed so Carlos softens his gaze and drops the teasing facade. “Then what?” he asks gently.

“It was just so soft and comfortable and…it kind of felt like being with you. Even when I wasn’t. So I kept it.” He looks up and scrunches his nose a little. “Sorry?”

Carlos is speechless. His heart feels so soft that it’s making his knees go a little weak. He cups T.K.’s face in both of his hands. “You don’t need to be sorry. You can keep it.”

“Yeah?” T.K. asks.

“Yeah,” Carlos assures him. “But we can also find a drawer for you, if you want. So you can keep some of your own stuff here.”

“You’re just saying that so I don’t steal more of your clothes.”

Carlos scrunches his nose, making a silly face so T.K. knows he’s teasing. “Maybe. A little.” He presses a kiss to T.K.’s lips. “But it’s also because I want you here.”

“Thanks,” T.K. says softly, that warm, reassured glow back in his eyes. “So…is this when I tell you that I also have a pair of your shorts? And some socks?”

Filibuster

T.K. is sitting on the couch when Carlos comes down from his shower. This is a little surprising only because Carlos thought T.K. might join him in the shower. It doesn’t usually take much more than a light hint. Often the phrase, “I’m going to take a shower” is enough to get T.K. on his feet and stripping off his clothes, but today he’s right where Carlos left him, staring at his phone.

“I’m making stuffed peppers for dinner. Does that sound good?” Carlos asks.

“Yeah, sure,” T.K. says quickly, like he’s very distracted. “Did you know there’s a type of tarantula that keeps frogs as pets?”

Carlos blinks a few times, as he takes this information in. “No, I did not know that,” he says, heading for the kitchen to find the peppers.

T.K. gets up and follows him. “There’s this type of frog in South America that evolved to taste bad. So tarantulas won’t eat them and instead they keep them to eat all the bugs and stuff around their homes and keep their spider babies safe. They’re like a tiny little tarantula pet cat.”

Carlos turns around and nearly knocks T.K. over, not having realized that his boyfriend was standing so close behind him. He reaches out and gently moves him out of the way as he heads for the stove and begins to prep the filling for the peppers.

“I just think it’s so cool, two completely different species living together like that,” T.K. continues, hopping up onto the counter, that hyper-focused look in his eye. “Nature is amazing. Forming symbiotic relationships all the time.”

“That is cool,” Carlos says. He chops the peppers in half and rinses them out to remove the seeds.

“Sharks have that too,” T.K. continues. “Those little fish that attach themselves on and eat all the scraps from the shark’s meals. What are they called?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll look it up.”

For a moment there’s only the sound of ground turkey sizzling on the stove as T.K. busies himself in his phone. “Oh right. Remora fish.”

“Of course,” Carlos says in amusement. “How could I have forgotten that?”

“And rhinos! With the birds that are always hanging around!” T.K. sighs. “They’re so cute.”

Carlos walks over and pats the side of T.K.’s thigh. “Move please,” he says mildly, waiting until T.K. shifts over enough that he can get into the drawer that’s hidden behind his legs. He extracts the spoon he needs and then taps the space again indicating that T.K. can move back, which he does, still talking. “We had a pet frog in my class when I was in third grade. His name was Sir Henry. He died on the hundredth day of school.” At this T.K. looks a little glum. Then he perks up. “But my teacher got a hamster after that and we got to vote on a name. We picked Pikachu.”

“Sounds fun.”

“I wonder if hamsters have a symbiotic relationship with another animal,” T.K. says, picking his phone back up again. “Hm. Nope,” he says after a minute. “But, hamsters will eat their babies if you don’t separate them. Oh! Did you know that it’s illegal to own just one guinea pig in Switzerland? You have to have two because they’re social animals and they’ll get lonely. But then in Peru people eat them for special occasions. Isn’t that crazy how different those two countries are?”

“Almost as crazy as spiders keeping frogs as pets.”

“I wish I had a pet frog,” T.K. says. “Do you think Buttercup would eat it?”

“I’ve seen Buttercup eat his own poop. Yes. I think he would eat a frog if he could catch it. Do you want your filling spicy or not spicy?”

“Spicy,” T.K. says immediately. “I have an old aquarium tank, it could live in there and I wouldn’t take it out if Buttercup was around—wait, do frogs get lonely? Would I need to get two? What if they had babies? Then I’d have hundreds of frogs and I don’t think the tank would hold more than a couple.”

“An overcrowded frog tank does seem uncomfortable. Do you want dressing on your salad?”

“Do you have that organic balsamic still?”

“I think there’s some left.”

“That then please.” He steals a piece of carrot and pops it into his mouth, talking around it. “Maybe I’ll get a tarantula instead. I think a tarantula would be okay by itself.”

“Please do not get a tarantula,” Carlos says with a soft chuckle.

This catches T.K.’s attention and he smiles. “Are you afraid of spiders?”

Carlos wipes his hands on a towel and goes to him, bracing his hands on the counter on either side of T.K.’s legs. “I’m not afraid. I just have a healthy respect for them.”

T.K. eyes him, his mouth twisting into a smile. “You’ve been letting me talk about spiders and frogs for like half an hour.”

“I have.”

“You don’t think that’s annoying?”

Carlos kisses the tip of his nose. “Not in the slightest. You’re cute when you chat at me.”

The fact is he loves it. His home has been so devoid of this wild energy and now that it’s here he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it.

T.K. drops his eyes, a slight flush creeping over his cheeks. “Thanks.”

“I did miss you in my shower though,” Carlos tells him. “So next time you decide to go down an internet rabbit hole, maybe you could do it when I’m not all naked and wet.”

T.K. bites his lip, his eyes lighting up. “I will work on my timing.”

+1: Hangry

T.K. is delighted to be picking Carlos up for a change. He’s borrowed his dad’s truck for the night (he’s going to get his own car soon…ish…) to surprise Carlos with a fun evening out.

“Hey,” he says excitedly as Carlos slides into the passenger seat, leaning in for a kiss. “You look great.”

Carlos is in jeans and a black polo that is juuuuuust a tad bit too tight in the best kind of way. It nearly distracts T.K. enough to cancel the date and drag Carlos back upstairs to his bed instead, but he forces himself to focus. He knows Carlos has had kind of a rough week at work and he’s determined to make tonight extra fun to make up for it.

“Hey,” Carlos says, his smile genuine, although there’s a little tightness around his eyes that T.K. wants to soothe away with his thumb and butterfly kisses. “Thanks for picking me up. It’s good to see you.”

The way those words melt him inside. Carlos is so good at saying little things that to anyone else would mean almost nothing; but to T.K. they mean the world. He still hasn’t quite gotten used to how much Carlos likes having him around.

“How was your day?” T.K. asks as he pulls out into traffic, carefully navigating between cars that are driving way too slowly for his taste.

“It was um,” Carlos stumbles over his words as T.K. hits the brakes and then accelerates around a Ford Fiesta that he deems far too slow. “It was fine. Just one of those weeks, you know?”

“Yeah,” T.K. says sympathetically. “Well don’t worry. Tonight we’re going to forget all about work. I promise.”

Minutes later T.K. neatly swings them into a parking spot. “Oh,” Carlos says in confusion as he takes in where they are. “I thought we were going to dinner.”

“We are,” T.K. says. “But, I thought we’d do something fun first. I haven’t played mini golf in forever!”

The 126 had driven by the course on a call the other day, the brightly colored animals and windmills catching his eye out the engine’s window. It seemed like the perfect way to spend an evening. Just relaxing and being silly with each other.

“Right,” Carlos says, something strange flickering in his eyes.

“You hate mini golf,” T.K. says, feeling crestfallen. “Damn it I should have asked. I’m sorry. It just looked so fun and you’ve had a hard week and I—“

“T.K., T.K., take a breath,” Carlos says, reaching over and taking his hand. “I don’t hate mini golf.”

“We don’t have to stay,” T.K. says, still sensing some odd hesitancy in his boyfriend.

“No let’s do it,” Carlos says. “I haven’t played in forever either. It’ll be fun.”

He’s already sliding out of the car, so T.K. follows him, pushing aside the doubt he’s feeling. Hopefully Carlos’ reticence is just work related.

Hopefully.

They grab some clubs and balls (T.K. chooses green, Carlos picks blue) and then head out to the first hole.

It goes well enough for a bit, they’re both moderately terrible. Carlos keeps hitting his ball too gently so that it comes rolling back toward him instead of up and over all the little hills, while T.K. takes to swinging with all his strength, his ball ping-ponging around into other greens so he has to go chasing after it.

“That’s a mulligan!” he declares for the third time when his ball hops an embankment and goes splashing down into a little pond.

“You can’t call them all mulligans T.K.,” Carlos says with a sigh that sounds a tad impatient.

“Why not?” T.K. says. “Who are you going to report me to? The police? Oh wait. It’s a little late for that.”

He means it to be flirty but Carlos just gives him sort of a strained smile and a half hearted “haha.”

When they get to the next hole Carlos’ ball does the same thing it’s done every other time and comes rolling straight back out again. “Are you kidding me?!” he cries, a little too loudly and angrily.

T.K. frowns at him, trying to get a read on what’s happening here. Carlos seems off. Like super off.

T.K. walks up and places his own ball down, but before he can swing Carlos says, “Can you please take a step back?”

T.K. lowers his club. “What?”

“You’re too far into the green. It’s cheating.”

He blinks a few times. “Cheating? First I can’t call a mulligan now I’m cheating? It’s just a game Carlos.”

“Yeah, a game that has rules that you’re not following,” Carlos insists. “You’re not supposed to be that far into the green. And don’t think I didn’t see you basically slide your ball into the last hole instead of putting. That one shouldn’t even count.”

“Okay, what is going on here?” T.K. says, feeling annoyance snap sharply at his good mood. “You’re kind of being a dick. If you didn’t want to play mini golf you could have just said so.”

“I told you I like playing mini golf!”

“Well you’re definitely not acting like it!” T.K. fires back. “You’re acting like you’d rather be anywhere else!”

“Why are you putting words into my mouth? Just take your turn and play fair T.K.!”

“Uh, excuse me?”

The pimply faced teenager who gave them their clubs and balls earlier waves at both of them. “Can we help you?” T.K. asks.

“Hi, yeah, I’m sorry, we’ve had some complaints that you two are fighting. Can you try to keep it down? This is a family establishment.”

T.K. looks at Carlos whose face is going red with embarrassment. “Sorry,” he says quickly. “Won’t happen again.”

The kid leaves and T.K. frowns, putting his hands on his hips. “What is going on with you?” he asks. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I don’t know,” Carlos says sullenly, refusing to meet T.K.’s eyes.

His stomach suddenly gives a loud rumble and all the pieces click into place in T.K.’s brain. “Oh,” he says, annoyance and anger settling back down where they belong. “Okay. I get it.”

He turns and heads for the car.

“What? Get what?” Carlos asks as he follows along, confusion evident on his face.

T.K. stops next to his dad’s truck. “You’re hangry.”

Carlos sputters in indignation. “Hangry?”

“You know. When you get so hungry that the entire world feels like it’s shitting on you and you get all cranky until you eat something. Did you eat lunch today?

“I—“ Carlos considers this. “No. We had to skip it because a call came in.”

T.K. nods in satisfaction. “See? Hangry. Don’t worry. We’ll get you all fixed up in no time.”

He drives to their favorite taco truck. His dinner plans had been bigger and fancier, but this is an emergency. He plops Carlos down at a picnic table (still protesting and whining away, only furthering T.K.’s satisfaction that he’s right) and then marches over to the truck to order two of everything.

He waits until Carlos has wolfed down one birria taco and one fish taco before speaking. “Better?” he asks.

Carlos wipes his mouth on a napkin and reaches for a third taco, chicken this time. “These are so good,” he replies, shoving half of it into his mouth like a man who hasn’t been fed in months. “Thanks.”

“Mhm. So next time, maybe just tell me you’re hangry instead of acting like you put your cranky pants on to see me,” T.K. says.

The sigh that leaves Carlos is long suffering. “I already said I was sorry in the car.”

“Buuuut you didn’t tell me I was right.”

This gets him a withering look. “Do you really need to hear me say it?”

“I mean…I wouldn’t hate it.” God he loves teasing this man. It’s so easy to get a rise out of him.

Carlos huffs. “Fine. You were right. Thank you for feeding me because I was hangry.”

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re annoyed.”

#911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #Cats and Chats and Did You Steal That?!#Cute Boys #Domestic Fluff #Boyfriend Era #911 Lone Star Fic

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Guardian Angel 🖤 Part 4.2 🖤

Read on AO3 - Requests are Open - Masterlist

Read Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | 4.1| 4.3 A/N: Thanks for the support and patience for this chapter. Tumblr wouldn't actually let me post it in one or even 2 parts no matter how I tried to split it, so it's split into three parts (though you can read it as one chapter on AO3.)

Chapter Summary: In a an attempt to get reader to open up to him, he starts giving in to a change of scenery and other requests for her. Leon even allows her a special friend before he leaves on a work mission, leaving the reader home alone for the first time.

🖤Pairing: Yandere!Leon/Fem!Reader

🖤Tags (not all apply to all chapters): NSFW, Masturbation, Dubcon, Sex, Gaslighting, canon typical horror and gore descriptions, probably eventual kidnapping or kidnapping like behavior, use of pet names like bunny. Leon induces some PTSD like flashbacks on purpose, general things of that nature. Unwanted creampie, etc. Probably treat as dead dove. Inappropriate use of animal collar. Threats of animal abuse (though none occurs and it's not descriptive.)

Your limbs felt so heavy that you collapsed, Leon caught you against him, letting you lay there on his chest while he rubbed your upper back. You felt so sleepy and sated, not wanting to move from where you were. You closed your eyes, just taking in the smell of his spiced cologne while your heart rate came back down, breathing stabilizing as well.

You hadn’t even realized you fell asleep until the sun shining through the window disturbed your slumber. Opening one eye, you smiled seeing Lucipurr curled up next to you on the bed, purring in his sleep. Leon must’ve cleaned you up, noticing you were clothed and there was a smell of food wafting through the cracked door.

Sitting up you stretched and rubbed your eyes, relieved that you had a good night’s sleep for the first time in forever. You didn’t feel bogged down and hazy, no bad dreams, to your relief not the slightest sign of the red eyed man to be found either. Even your reflection was looking more like you – though you did notice the new collar adorning your neck. It was more comfortable and dainty compared to the black one. A pretty lilac collar with the word ‘Bunny’ embroidered in silver. You ran your hand along it, there was still a shock mechanism on the side, but even that was smaller. You almost wanted to like it. Almost . At minimum it was far better than the original, and you could appreciate that.

Once you were done staring at yourself, you scooped Lucip up into your arms and walked downstairs, plopping the cat before his food bowl that Leon had so kindly filled already. “Morning Bunny.” He said from the kitchen as he set the table with breakfast. He waited for you to take your usual seat before speaking again. “Do you like your new collar? I think this one suits you so much better.” “Yes Daddy, it’s really pretty and more comfortable. Thank you.” You poked at your food a little, and stared at the plastic cup next to the plate. Now that you were more in your right mind, the things that should have caused feelings of embarrassment and shame were catching up. “Something wrong? You don’t like the food?” “No, I was just wondering if maybe I could go back to using regular utensils and cups? I’ve been really well behaved and I promise –” “No. No you haven’t earned that back yet baby. I like knowing you’re safe, and until I feel like I can trust you, you’re using the safety dishware. You need to learn to stop getting so far ahead of yourself.” He took a bite of his own food. You had no response for him, so instead you chose to slowly pick at the food in front of you, eating in silence until Leon spoke again. “Actually, I do need to talk with you about something. Unfortunately I got called in to work, while I was technically granted a few months to spend time with you, this is an emergency and I can’t decline.” “Oh.” You felt your appetite diminish a little now, worried about what that would actually mean for you while he was gone. Was he going to lock you up again? Would he take you with? Would he starve you again?“Hey Bunny, don’t look so sad. Trust me, I hate having to rush out the door on such short notice. I’ll be back as soon as I can, ok? That does mean I’ll have to leave you cold meals in the fridge for a few days, I’m leaving the locks on the stove. You’re still not permitted to leave the house either. I will be locking up on my way out too just in case you might get any funny ideas, are we understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good girl.” He leaned over to kiss your forehead.

You weren’t sure how long Leon had been up before you, but he’d had the time to make things like several sandwiches, and other things he considered ‘safe’ meals that he left in the fridge for you. He wasn’t lying about the need to rush though, scrambling around to lock things up, make sure the dishes he used to cook were put away, double checking the baby-proofing he’d done all around. From the attic he’d carried down a huge duffel bag he brought out to his Jeep. Once everything got one more onceover, he gave you a goodbye kiss. It was sweet and almost painfully domestic, a part of you actually appreciated it, knowing you’d be alone with the cat now. “I’m aiming to be back within 3 days, ok? Make sure you sleep and eat.” “Yes sir.” “And go over the rules for me one more time baby?” “Only safety items in the kitchen, no using the stove, no going in the basement or the attic which are both locked anyway, and no leaving the house which will also be locked. Make sure I get enough to eat and sleep.” “Good girl.” With one final kiss, he was out the door. You made a mental note to see if you could get more information out of Leon on what his job actually was when he returned. ~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ Leon did not want to leave you alone - you weren’t ready yet. Not by a long shot. You still pushed, asked for things you weren’t ready to be given, hadn’t learned all the rules yet. He’d only just gotten you to start acting like his little Bunny again. No, if he could have, he would have done anything to not leave you by yourself. But sadly even the great Leon Kennedy cannot ignore the US government when he’s commanded to move. All he could do was try to be back as soon as possible. He hoped the cat would keep you company and the rest of your time would be spent behaving, not that he left you much room to fail. The entire house was optimized fully for your safety, and he’d double checked the entire downstairs before he left to make sure of that.

Still, it did little to ease his anxiety. He was already missing you and worrying about you the moment the gate closed behind him. Don’t worry Bunny, I’ll be back soon, promise.

As soon as he got the chance he was checking the hidden security cameras, seeing what you were up to. His face lit up into a loving smile as he watched you eat your lunch with cartoons playing on the TV, you looked so pretty when you giggled like that - but he wasn’t a fan of the size of the bites you were taking, you could easily choke like that ! He sighed, knowing there was no way for him to communicate that to you now, but it made his anxiety worse. He still didn’t know how you survived to this age without him until now.

When he checked in a little later, you were curled up watching a movie while you pet the cat. Okay great, harmless activity.

The third time he checked during the evening, his heart sank. He realized he’d forgotten to lock the door that led to the attic when he rushed out of the house, as evidenced by the cat’s tail lightly brushing against it. The door opened with a loud creek, waking you from your slumber with a startle. Despite the gunshots ringing out from around his hiding spot, the only anxiety he was feeling was towards what you were doing. If you opened that door and saw the attic – Leon didn’t even want to think about the work he’d have to do to un-etch that sketch, and there you were right in front of it, contemplating. Luckily for him, you were truly being good. He watched as you closed the door before heading back to bed with Lucip. Leon let out a breath of relief and made a mental note to reward you for that when he got back.

The second day he was sadly far too busy to really keep tabs on what you were doing. He kept reminding himself of your moment of obedience when the door had been opened right in front of you - it was the only thought getting him through the day.

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blu3cl0v3rs · 6 months

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Badly Summarizing Njnjago

Season 2 Rewrite Edition

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPT MENTION

the sentences are surrounded by "—"

stay safe :]

"The Ninja" work mininum wage while Meow and Gandalf motorbike off into the sunset. The Devil forces the sneks to work for him, and the snek leaders don't like that, so they try to kidnap Trauma Child. Don't worry, with the magic of ✨️plot convenience✨️, Gandalf and Meow save Trauma Child, and "The Ninja" all get fired. The Devil uses magical lava goop to turn the weapons into a Big Gold Stick-Thing. "The Ninja" meet Brownie, who owns a dojo, and beats Brownie up so they can train there.

The Devil summons pirates, evil Ninja doubles, and a Grundal, and somehow still fails. What a loser. Trauma Child gets aged up with magical tea. The Devil and "The Ninja" time travel and fuck around in the past. The Big Gold Stick-Thing and god's gold weapons from the past are shot into space. For some reason.

Satan's Wife shows up. Instead of actually being a mother for Trauma Child, she's been researching the Green Ninja's destiny. Everyone slow claps for the Best Mother of the Year /s. The Serpentine commit a coup d'etat by literally shoving The Devil out of a helicopter, and Bloo Snek Leader takes over.

Satan's Wife gives a history lesson, and introduced god's greatest mistake: Evil Liquid Cat. Evil Liquid Cat is stranded on the other half of Ninjago that god broke off, which we call the Dim Landmass. Evil Liquid Cat created some indestructible warriors out of stone that we're gonna call the Rockies. Also, you remember the big boi snek that The Devil smacked on the head? Well, the author forgot to mention that it caused big boi snek to fucking explode, and the gooey green remains can animate things. Anyways, the gooey green stuff brings one of the Rockies to life that Satan's Wife found underneath the museum she works at. "The Ninja" trick it into falling into a bottomless pit.

Meanwhile, after the devil got shoved out of a 'copter, he found the Dim Landmass, and Evil Liquid Cat strikes a deal with him. The Devil unlocks a new level of Dim Landmass, now it's not mostly underwater! Satan's Wife hits on Gandalf. The author is disgusted. A bunch of the Rockies are reawakened, and the sneks get locked underground again as the Rockies wreak havoc upon Ninjago City.

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Gandalf and Satan's Wife literally attempt suicide via jumping out a building window, but "The Ninja" go "nuh uh" and save their asses by catching them on their flying boat the author forgot about last season.

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The boosters broke, so they sail to the Dim Landmass like how you're supposed to use a ship. Freezy's bird friend gets shot down. Demonic starfish eat some of the boat, and they crash land onto a not-lighthouse prison. SURPRISE! Freezy's dad is somehow alive, fixes their ship, and they fly away to the Dim Landmass.

Meanwhile, Evil Liquid Cat and The Devil scoop up a bunch of evil galaxy mud, and are using it to create a super weapon. "The Ninja" get caught trying to sneak in and escape, then they go there with Satan's Wife to try to get the devil's fancy new hat and escape, but not before Meow gets kidnapped and experimented on.

One dramatic hero speech later, and "The Ninja" try to defeat the devil again.

They fail. The devil gets possessed by Evil Liquid Cat, and Trauma Child gets physical trauma as well as emotional trauma! I would say baby's first traumatic experience, but Satan's Wife abandoning him and his entire time at Darkley's takes that title.

Ninjagoans(?) get turned evil, and the possessed devil and his army of Rockies go to Ninjago. Turns out the possessed devil has worse aim than the Storm Troopers and somehow manages to miss Brownie like 20 times. Then, the possessed devil decides to fuck it and uses Russian bombing tactics of "if you have shit aim, just shoot bigger ones in the general area" and launches evil mist everywhere.

The color coded dumbasses have their hero speech as the author spends way too much time looking at the sand physics, and holy shit god had a mech??? Anyways, "The Ninja" fly back to Ninjago, fight the Rockies, and get evil-possessed??? All except for Trauma Child, who unlocks God's fighting style and light beams the everloving shit out of his possessed satan father, which literally blasts the demonic purple blob AND the devil out!

Now, we're left with the world saved, a DILF, and said DILF's brother's dumbass students.

The End.

Or is it?? You'll see next time when I post Season 3!

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Ok so I really wanted to write something for new years but instead I had a panic attack bcz I realized I literally don't know how to write anymore lol so i wrote this just to make myself laugh written dieter bravo x f reader warnings: dieter bravo

the worst fic ever

k so like ur sitting at home and in ur pjs all comfy with ur cat and watching netflix eating popcorn off ur shirt when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all your shirtcorn on the floor, but carry your cat with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so kitty might have to maul a bitch. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever, dieter bravo. u almost drop kitty bcz you just say dieter bravos hot face on the covere of the magazine u keep in the bathroom, but the real face was way less wrinkly or melted from the shower. the plush duck face lips were the same hto.

“hey b b girl” dieter sais, leaning on ur doorframe, his ugly wookie pelt robe falling open to reveal he is wearing nothing but boxers and crocs. “i heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. do u wanna sit on my face?”

ur like “omg dietr bravo!! im not wearing any makeup!! or pants!!” but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u.

“ya girl i know thats why im heer. the way u scratch ur ass called me like a siren and i just had to come get a taste of that sweet couch cake.” he pushes his sunglasses up on his head, his eyes are bloodshot from smoking too much weed. “well? do u wanna have sex with me or not?”

“duh,” u spit, setting kitty on the floor. “but im not sitting on ur face, my kneeds will give out.”

“right on.” he loafs in to your house, tripping over kitty whne she swats at his tatered robe. “i like your raccoon”

“dont look her in the eye or she will eat your face.” u say right before smushing your face into his. his mouth tastes like doritos and montain dew, and he smells like an old couch that you crashed on once. his chest is sticky when you put ur hands on it, kind of crunchy too, just like that couch. he has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. ur phone goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again.

hes on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. he chokes u with ur tank top trying to get it off but u kinda think thats hot. his robe hits the floor and skitteres away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 1998. his cocke is huge, huger than his hands. it snaps the elastic and booings out on to your tumpy.

“dont worry baby ckaes ull get this dick after i get taht snatch” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and eats ur pussy until u scream and cum all over his face. he snorts it like coke

“omg mr bravo how do you eat pussy so good??!” you breate breathlessley

“i like pudding cups and i never leav them empty.” he pulls actual coke out of his hair and stuffs it up his nose. “ r u ready baby gril?”

“yes daddy!”

he likes that. he fuckes his whole schmeat into ur cunt and it eats it all up. the sound is os wet and obscene it sounds like a car wash. he fucks you and cums all over ur tits, then flips u over and fucks u again but then coms on ur ass. there is so much cum. u are cumming too. the bed breaks from so much fucking and cumming. dieter keeps going until his coke high wears off. u totaly almost die bcz uv never been fucked so good and so much

“wow mr bravo thank u” u say. talking makes cum gush out ur ass

“ur welcom. btw ur my wife now.” he lights a joint

“ok but u have to stop doing so many drugs”

“sure”

he buys u ur own crocs and u love happily ever after

#dieter bravo #pedro pascal

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pancake-breakfast · 7 months

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Ugh, too sleepy. Almost done with manga. Can't fall behind now....

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 13, Chapters 7-9 below.

Chapter 7: Catch-As-Catch-Can

Yeah, don't overdo exercise training, kids. Not only is passing out DEFINITELY not good for you, but you can get seriously injured even if you have a spotter. Even if you only get a minor injury, it can put your training back weeks or months.

Awww, Livio looks so young here! Look at his short, floofy hair! I hope he grows it out a bit again. Maybe not quite like he had it before, but yeah.

Do people actually do finger push-ups, or is that just something for badasses in animation and comics?

Training montage!

Aw, man! He got to wear a Wolfwood outfit? I feel robbed.

Ok, Satosugu.

Ah, she's doing that thing again. I think.

Oh, what? Elendira's finishing move is a really big nail? Lame.

She's really putting lot into all this, though, isn't she? She looks a bit rough.

Oh, shoot. It's the nuke.

She senses something. I WONDER WHAT.

Yeah, it was Livio.

I like his simple mentality here. Very straightforward.

NO! No one's allowed to drink vials anymore! NO MORE VIALS!!!

Him? Wolfwood??

Chapter 8: Tipped Wings

CW: Gore

TBH I don't know how the hell Livio won this fight. Assuming he technically won at this point.

Heh. Yeah. "Him" was Wolfwood. But of course Livio knows him as Nicholas.

Aaaaand we're back to my favorite wet cat, Legato Bluesummers.

How does he know Elendira has been defeated? Did he have a little feeler in her? Was he skimming her brain kinda like when he had a little mind convo with Vash?

Dude. I thought you wanted to win this. You guys can't both die to each other in this fight. I will genuinely be annoyed if that happens.

Guernica? You mean the flail thing? That thing had a name???

Heh. I appreciate Legato calling Vash a force of nature here. After all, he is the Humanoid Typhoon.

Awww, look at baby Legato raiding the leftovers from July. Also, hasn't it been like 25 years since July? Just how old is Legato??

Ohhhhh, this is where Stampede got his character design. Like, yeah, they straightened his hair, but I recognize that short little jacket.

Welp, Knives has seen better days. Actually, this is a lovely turn on the way Rem is often paneled with Vash. Instead of a small Vash and a dominating, hopeful figure of Rem, we have a small Legato with a very, very broken Knives dominating the upper third of the panel.

Yes, because the thing Legato needs is another reason to have a psychotic break.

Geez, he's just... scooping up Knives' guts to try and... what, shove them back in? Carry them with them?

He's soooo sad, too.

Knives. What. The. Fuck. Just let the boy cry, idiot. He adores you. Also, talking while you're half corpsified is creepy. Cut it out.

Aww, Vash is still trying to save him. Gods, I wish Vash had found him instead.

Goodbye, weird machine gun doll flail thing. We barely knew thee.

Oh, dang. Legato got the jump on Vash.

Chapter 9: VS

I have no idea what's going on here. At least it led to weird, dramatic Legato pose?

Legato, no. This is not how it should be. This is not how anything should be.

Mmm, Wolfwood memories.

Vash is right. This isn't a fight anymore. But I think Legato knows that.

Oh, would you look at that. Thanks, literally the first panel on the next page.

Ok, but did Nightow have to draw his fingers this sexy here??

Legato's trying, but he's not getting through Vash's defenses.

Huh. Interesting that the Earth Fleet guy with his vastly broader knowledge of Plants would state Vash is a rarity. I like that all his sisters seem very fond of him, though.

Chronica is bitter about Domina. It might have been a bit of a mistake for Knives to off her.

Knives says this, but Chronica knows this, so... I wonder what she's actually planning here.

Wait, just who are they attaching a cable to??

Of course Milly and Meryl would have Vash's back.

Hahahaha, this really highlights the contrast between the two characters.

Love and peace, yo.

Gods, Legato just keeps coming at Vash. He's getting ripped apart by Vash's defenses, but he just keeps at it.

What? Vash? What are you doing?? You... you need that box, don't you???

Ohhh, they're doing shonen battle showdown pose. It's on now.

Aw, dammit. I guess it's on in the next (and final!) volume.

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Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel) || Vol. 11: New Hair, New Outlook

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 13 #pancake thoughts

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bugbearsims · 1 year

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AMALTHEIA WALLACE

Half-human, half-fae, Amaltheia has always felt out of place. Too kind for the fae. Too cold for the mortals. Her sharp tongue is less cutting than it is cunning, a mere product of growing up among those who relish in cruelty, but it’s enough to keep most people on edge, weary—no matter her intention. That is to say: Amaltheia has always been alone. That is to say: nobody has ever been willing to come close enough to change that.

INTERVIEW

Amaltheia, how old are you? 386? No, maybe 387. Oh, this is embarrassing. I don’t know for sure. The fae are more likely to track their age by centuries, if they keep track of it at all and—well. It feels very silly to celebrate your birthday on your own, doesn’t it? Let’s say 387. Seven’s are lucky, aren’t they? How would you describe yourself? These questions are difficult. Do I have to describe myself at all? I think it’s much more interesting to get to know someone on your own. What would you say? Do you think pleasantries and mere words are enough to capture someone in their entirety? AMALTHEIA WAS REPRIMANDED FOR INTENTIONALLY FLUSTERING THE INTERVIEWER AND, WHEN PRESSED, WROTE DOWN HER ANSWER WITH THE EXCUSE “I DON’T AGREE WITH THIS, SO IT COUNTS AS A LIE.”. AMALTHEIA’S TRAITS ARE: LOVES THE OUTDOORS, FAMILY ORIENTED, AND MUSIC LOVER.

Alright, well, what are some things that you like? Oh, this is much more interesting. Singing and dancing, though I doubt you’ll find a fae that doesn’t, so it’s not very unique. But I can play most instruments, actually, and that’s more uncommon among my court. Not that it impresses anyone—the Fair Folk are not meant to demean themselves with something like a cornet, but I find it quite fun. The color brown, the color orange. Green, too. I like plants. My… My father’s estate has a lovely garden. I spent much of my time there, as a child. And I think human food is intriguing. That might be the novelty of it, more than anything else. Anything you dislike? Ugh, wearing only white. How do you keep it clean? And tulle. It scratches. I’m not the biggest fan of sports, either, now that I think about it, and I simply don’t have the attention span for those handcrafts. Knitting? Is that what it’s called? I suppose that. Of course, like any fae, I don’t like ill-mannered people. I’m not going to go pulling anyone under the hill about it, but, well. We’re creatures with long memories and longer grudges. That means something.

HISTORY

The unfortunate truth about the Fair Folk is that, unlike humans, they are not social creatures. Of course, they partake in their parties and their revels, their games of mischief and murder. They interact with each other. But they are violent, cold creatures, and even their socialization is not so much a matter of interaction as it is entertainment. It is fun to hurt one another when you are fae. The unfortunate truth about Amaltheia is that—unlike the fae, and agonizingly like the humans—she is a social creature. She aches for it: to exist around another creature, and to do so kindly. It’s not easy, to be raised by the fae, knowing that mortal blood is worthless and that she had it, filth in her own veins. If it could have been ignored, it would be easier, but it could not be ignored. Amaltheia, young, with cat-eyes glinting—eyes that were a warm, human green instead of the swirling, iridescent shades of her peers—scooping a baby bird to her chest and crying instead of breaking its fragile neck. Amaltheia, maturing faster than her peers, with her heart in her throat, unable to watch the tournaments without being sick in her father’s viewing box. Amaltheia, different. Amaltheia, worse. Amaltheia, so heartbreakingly human. And so heartbreakingly fae. Just enough to make her an outsider when she stepped foot anywhere but the court. Just enough to ensure that everyone held their breath when she was near; just enough to ensure that she could never truly fit, not anywhere. But she is still… kinder, than her peers. And as much as the fae dislike her, revile her, detest her mortal blood and her gentle heart, they dislike the mortal realm more. So when courtesy calls—and it does call, because to fail to invite the fae to a gathering is to instead welcome bloodshed to your door—it calls for Amaltheia. It’s almost a win for everyone. The Fair Folk stay out of the human realm, which they hate so viciously. The other occults get to avoid the fae, except for Amatheia, who is cold instead of cruel. And Amaltheia gets to be around people. She is a social creature, after all. There is something to be said for being the most tolerable, even if you are only tolerated. But often, in the warmth of the Christmas parties at the Goulding hotel, Amaltheia feels... more than tolerated. For that reason, she looks forward to it each year.

ADDITIONAL

Amaltheia has two "looks". Meaning, there is an expectation for how she should look among the fae and as a representative of their court, and then there is how Amaltheia likes to look. There's a clear difference, so I won't over-explain it, but below is Amaltheia's Fair Folk look and some extra outfits.

Also, I did a couple edits of her with her slightly older version—please ignore any discrepancies, but I think they're fun, so I'm throwing them in too! [concept: you've woken up in an unfamiliar forest, subject to an impossible creature's concern]

[concept: an old photo taken by a friend lost long, long ago.]

For @wildmelon

#martina lafb #amaltheia #again im so sorry this is so much info. i have problems

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the-pinstriped-hood · 1 year

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Puppydog Kisses

This is a second Part to the Christmas themed trio this one being for @slaasherslut. Merry early holidays to you girly girl. I love both you and Teeth like sisters. 💋

We return to our narrator, petting a small gray cat on her lap and sipping a mug of coffee. Pinstripe finally spots us. "Well. We'll leave Ellie and Vinny on their ride, let's check on Lester and Ava shall we?" She sets one book down on the table for another. "The human personification of a raccoon often brings things home that makes him think of his lovely lady. But what happens when he can't find anything for her for Christmas? Well, Lester is a rather gentle soul and the universe often has a way of paying forward for good selfless deeds. Let's see what it has in store for him…."

Lester had driven into town while Ava had been asleep on the couch with Jonesy. The brown eyed hunter just didn't have the heart to wake them up to take them into town and left a note instead.

'Ran into town for supplies. Text me when you wake up. Luv ya sweetpea!' -Lester

Getting into his car and warming up the cabin he took off on to the road and into town. The tree the pair had chopped down themselves and decorated was missing more tinsel and lights.

Six months and Ava had been his Angel. He was so lucky to have her in his life, he had taught her how to hunt, she sang him the most beautiful songs and made the most amazing love to each other. She was his lady. A lady he couldn't wait to spend Christmas with, but still hadn't come up with a present for her.

Snow started falling as he parked and hopped out heading inside to get what he needed.

Exiting the store he heard puppies crying in a box outside snow covering them as they howled and shivered. The wind was cold and bitter, they would surely die if he didn't do something.

"s'okay….I gotcha. Let's go find you guys someplace warm." He placed the box of hungry pups in the passenger's seat and looked around town. While at a stoplight, he tried to figure out what kind of puppies they wer

Lester lit up finding the cute coffee shop that Ava and the girls loved to frequent when they went into town together for a day. Lester brought the box inside, explained to the staff and was more than happy to take the pups off his hands and he sat down for a coffee keeping himself warm. His mind wandered back to the pups and how nice it would to have Jonesy be a big sister. Eyes wandering back to the box, he knelt down next to the basket the pups had been placed in and scooped the smallest one out gently, wrapping it up in his scarf to keep the little one warm.

Knowing he had done a good deed in helping the pups survive, the hunter headed home to his lady.

Lester drove and parked in his forest made pathway and made sure the puppy was okay the adorable blue eyed pup was asleep in Lester's arms as he went inside as the snow and wind picked up again. Christmas music drifted gently from Ava's Bluetooth speakers around the house.

He found she was still asleep with Jonesy. His heart melted at the fact that she loved his dog as much as he did.

The blonde guitarist snorted awake from the couch, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes feeling her lovers presence back in the cabin.

"This little sweetheart hitched a ride with me all the way home…"

The guitarist squealed, gently holding the tiny pup.

"What do we call him?"

Ava was tearing up. "Hank."

"That's a great name sweetpea." Lester kissed his girlfriends forehead and wipes away her tears. "Jonesy…..lookit, you got yourself a baby brother!" Jonesy took to the new pup and licked his head, the pup whining about needing food. Ava had gotten some of the leftover milk substitute from when Salem was a kitten. Lester watched as Ava fed the new puppy. She was gonna be a great mom one day.

Tag: @rottent33th @bluecoolr @kalid-raven @probably-a-plant-thing @cries-in-latino @angxlslasher @texaschainsawslvt

#Spotify #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #lester sinclair #the angels of ambrose au #Lester x Ava #avana walker

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monkiebois · 1 year

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In your consequences AU (I hope this is ok t ask about), does Nezha ever feel… threatened by MK and Mei? As in “Dad has two babies to take care of, he does not need me around.”

ur good dude :) (also i kinda said more then needed hahaaa sry. i like talking about them"

hmmmmm not really? cause while wukong is the parent nezha fuffils alot of the parental beside him and macaque.

so all three of them have duties/ A job and this is just a general HC.

macaques a mercenary and wukong and nezha are sometimes called up to heaven. so they tend to all have something other then hyperactive chidren to take care off.

so the three of them switch around responsibilities and that includes the two hyperactive/hyperpowerful babies in the house. Nezha is that older brother that changes diapers, cooks when the parents cant, help out with sorting any bills and stuff. nezha has HUGE sense of responsibility.

and so while he does realise that he has to share his dad he doesnt mind all that much, cause now he has little siblings. when theyre still young and even when theyre older nezha enjoys reverting to his younger form and be...well a child and relax. when swk cant pry his attention away from something to be with nezha, mei and mk can.

nezha in his younger form is still nezha, but ynow just a lot more laid back and kinda silly. he doesnt have as many walls up.

the only one he does get jelous and annoyed by is macaque. ar first he truly wonders why his mother wants to keep that dumpster cat around but eventually warms up to the guy where its just playful banter instead of "stay the fuck away from my father"

also wukong and nezha have had a lot of time togetor so even if that thought came intrusivly he knows, because wukong has made this clear often. he loves nezha, there will never be a time where he will "not need him around" something wukong always makes sure his children knows is that there will nver be a time he does not need them anymore.

"no matter what happens, no matter who comes into our lives, no matter who joins our family. I will love you all unconditionally. and if there ever comes a time when you need me I will not hesitate to pull you into my arms"

so yeah if nezha ever DOES feel that way which yeah he has trauma, he has issues, intrusive thoughts happen he just changes into his kid form,plops his head on his mothers arm. she asks him whats wrong.

"you....hhnmmnneed mefkjdsjnsdf"

"lotus."

"mmhsdjfkldsjkjjg"

"lotus your gonna need to speak up"

lil nezha looks up at his mother, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"you dont need me anymore...."

suddenly nezha is pulled into a tight bear hug off the ground and spun around then pulled in close tightly.

"my family has grown nezha, so has yours. those are your siblings. mac-

"no"

"hahokay, well they arent only my family. xiaojiao and xiaotian love you as much as i do. also i locked my elbows your not going anywhere"

"huh?!?!? BABA!!"

"i love you too lotus, and i forever will"

to summarize, somtimes but only because of what hes been through. he dosnt actually believe it so whenever those thoughts come he just lets swk scoop him into her arms and tell him she loves him.

he doesnt often because now instead of only swk he has little siblings to love him and he loves them.

#i still need a father son duo name for them lmwerfgthyjukh #jgmhfghf #consequencesau💫#nezha #sun wukong #qi xiaotian #long xiaojiao #six eared macaque

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lovearne · 2 years

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Unconventionally Chris makes peace with being a dad

All of my fics and my whole page is 18+ only, if you are a child leave. I deserve a safe space to express myself, all blogs under 18 or no age will be blocked. Let me enjoy my experience safely on the internet, thank you.

Warnings: blood, death, canon typical violence, pregnant reader, birth (brief), angst around being pregnant, reader doesn't know who the dad is

Word count: 7.1k+

You weren't a Saint and you never claimed to be. But when you told your best friend you had gotten knocked up, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

It was about 11pm when you called him bawling your eyes out, he was in the middle of roughing up some assholes who were chasing a cat down the alley when you called him, masked up as the notorious vigilante. His Barbie Girl ringtone quickly cut his beat down out, the mem getting away, this time.

What really caught his attention were your sobs into the phone, he immediately starts bounding through the city, trying to locate his car, when he eventually found it, he broke every law trying to get to you.

Your apartment door was unlocked when he arrived, bursting through the door he found you huddled against the back of the couch, right between it and the wall, long wrappers strewn about. He gently puts a suited hand out, trying to coax you out of your safe place.

"Are you ok bun? It's ok, it's me, I'm here. Nobody will come back to hurt you, I promise. I've got you. You can come out. You are safe." He gestures for you to come out and hug him. It had hurt his soul very much that you were hurting, he wanted to wrap.you in his arms where you would feel safe. Where he felt you'd be second most safe.

You toss a stick by his feet instead, the tears rolling down your face. Snot was smeared across it too, from where you rubbed your sleeve on your wet face. Adrian swore he felt his heart snap in two for you. Picking up the small stick he flipped it over, there was a little box that said pregnant. His heart stopped.

"You're pregnant?" The boy was confused, he had thought pregnancy was good news, especially for you. You had always wanted kids. But he's gotten a girl pregnant before and went with her to planned parenthood to hold her hand through an abortion. He can see both sides, but you had always wanted this, ever since he first met you, you've been telling him about your future kids.

You nod your head. Your entire body was shaking. A tiny, barely audible "Yes." Escaped your lips. Adrian thinks for a second.

"Who is the father?" You shake your head violently. The tears coming faster.

"I dunno," the sob that escaped your lips at that moment shattered Adrian's already broken heart for you. So, he did the only rational thing in his mind.

"I'll do it."

"What?" Your face had scrunched up looking at him.

"I'll be the kids dad if that's what you need. Fuck those guys you've been with, I'm here, and we are best friends, we could co-parent." You smile at his offer but ultimately turn him down. You can't trap him into a life like that, a life where his life wouldn't be his own anymore. A life where he's a dad to your kid despite not having any chance of it being his.

"Babes, no. Thank you for your offer, but I can't let you be dragged down by this. I love you so much and I appreciate your offer, and I would say yes if there was any chance it was yours. I'm not ruining your life." He looked sad for a split second, quickly masking it with a smile, holding his hand out to you again.

"Come on, let me at least help you through this, ok?" You take his offered hand and let him pull you out of the safe space you soothe yourself in.

He pulls you into a long hug, holding your head into his neck, and.rocking you back and forth. Over the time you've known him, he's gotten very good at comforting you. Especially when he can just pull you in. Gently rubbing your back he hums to you, hoping to calm you from crying.

"You know the worst part? It could be Chris' baby." Chris had just been put away for 40 years, scooped up for life. You knee he wasn't getting out ever, there wasn't any chance.

"Oh bun," Adrian held you closer. "It's ok, let it out, I'm here. I'm not gonna let anything happen." You sob into him, getting the front of his suit soaked with your snot and tears.

"I don't know what to do. I think I'm in love with him." Adrian ignores the aching in his heart for you. Instead opting to hold you closer and not saying anything on that topic. He knows if he said something like that aloud he'd want you to just show how much you care for him.

"We should visit him. Don't decide anything until we can visit him. Ok?"

"He doesn't know who you are tho? You can't walk into the prison dressed as vij." You wipe the snot away, "they'd arrest you too!"

Adrian stays with you the rest of the night, making plans to purchase tickets to Louisiana, to go visit Belle reve. You fell asleep on his chest, so he booked the tickets for the next morning, he was bringing you to visit the man you loved.

—

"You know, we don't have to go. I don't like that you spent your money on this." You had been scolding Adrian since you got to the airport. Adrian rolled his eyes, and pulled you under his arm.

"You know, I want to see him too. But this is needed. You need to see him face to face. You need to decide what you want before you wait too long." Adrian had also been scolding you, I mean, fair is fair right?

He just wants you to have all the information you need before making any decisions. You smile at him, taking his hand and pulling him to the gate. You regularly kissed his cheek throughout the plane ride. And when you landed you made sure to pay for the hotel room as well. You made sure to pay for 3 days, so you could see Chris today, hopefully tomorrow and the next day as well.

The second you got into the hotel room, you went to change. You put on a tank top and some shorts. Louisiana was a lot warmer than Evergreen. You and Adrian registered as visitors and waited patiently for access through. You had been pulled aside for a search, they said you looked suspicious. You just nodded and allowed the man to search you, coming up with nothing you were allowed to join Adrian in the waiting area for entering the visitation room. You had a soldier watching over this visitation.

"Good mornin', I'm col. Rick Flag, I oversee the violent offenders open visitation." You nod and shake the man's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Colonel Flag." Adrian repeated the sentinel as he avoided Flags open hand. Flag nodded and brought you into the small room. Inside there was a table with a pair of cuffs and three chairs.

Flag informs the two of you that Chris had been held up with toilet duty, and he would be in the room in 5 minutes.

"Colonel?" He nods his head from the corner of the room. "Does Chris have to wear those cuffs?" He shakes his head.

"No, this is an open visitation. Normally used to see an inmate's family. We only use them on the very violent offenders, but seein' as Smith is new, we can try the open. Tha's why I'm here." You nod again. Turning to Adrian and holding his hand. Suddenly nervous for the meeting. Adrian moves his arm so it's around you, pulling you into his side.

"You ok bun?"

"Yeah, just a little nervous, I haven't seen him since the trial. I know it was only like a month ago but I miss him." Adrian nods, squeezing your middle with his arm. And rubbing your arm soothingly.

There was a slight commotion outside, and the door was knocked on. Flag opened it and stepped outside.

"OK, we unshackle out here, and you don' wear cuffs for your whole visit. Can you do so peacefully?" You hear Chris agree.

Squeezing Adrian's hand as the door opens and Chris is walked in by Flag. When Chris sees you, he smiles largely, nearly cutting his face in half. You look at Flag, and he nods before you can ask.

You are in Chris' arms almost immediately after you stand up, having his strong arms around you made you feels 10 times better with the situation you are in. His head went into your neck as soon as you were in his arms, he felt like he was home, you felt like home to him.

You stayed like that for a long while, just standing and absorbing each other's presence. Eventually you let go of Chris, taking his nice strong hand and pulling him to the table.

"Sit down handsome, I have some things I need to talk to you about." You go and sit on your side of the table, rejoining Adrian's side.

"Hey thimble," he nodded at Adrian, looking at you as he processed his vision. "Why is thimble here?" You kick his leg under the table, him flinching as you did.

"Don't call him thimble. That is very mean and untrue." Chris nods, apologizing to Adrian. "He is here because A) he's my best friend and B) he's known you his whole life. So fuck off." Chris nods in acceptance once more. Grabbing your hand from over the table when he sees how nervous you are.

"How are you? How is eagly and has my dad been harassing you again?" You smile at his questions.

"Eagly is fine, I go and see him everyday. Your dad is a dick, but I can handle him. I just tell him to suck my cock when he starts saying shit." Colonel Flag let out a laugh at that holding a hand up when Chris turned around to look at him.

"There's my little badass. How long are you in town for?" The conversation just carried from there, Adrian had been highly involved in it too. Eventually the boys started talking about Adrian's mom and how she is, she hasn't been doing so well since Gut died.

In the middle of conversation, Chris gestures you over to him, and gets you to sit on his lap. He's really missed you so much, and he misses how you would just sit on his lap as you rub your hand through his hair. Scratching slightly at his scalp.

Wrapping up his conversation with Adrian, he then turns to you.

"What did you have to talk to me about babe?" One word. One word and you were jelly in his hands. Chris smith doesn't just call anyone babe, and here he is calling you his babe.

You pull away from him, and walk over to where your bag is, asking Rick if you could open it and get the content. Rick nods, when security had checked, they had told him what it was and to be weary of the outcome.

With the stick in your hand, you gather the courage to bring it to Chris. "So before I show you what I brought, I need to be completely clear with you. So, you know I've been fucking other people, and I know you have. We've never been committed, just friendly and sexual right?" Chris nods his head, "OK." You shakily exhale.

Chris puts his hand out, waiting patiently for the item to fall in it. He closes his eyes as you move to set it in his hand.

The cold plastic made contact with his hand and his eyes opened. Looking first at your nervous eyes and then at the item in his hand.

"Is this a-" He breaks himself off as he sees the digital writing. "Are you pregnant?" His eyes had snapped up to meet yours and then back to the test. You nod your head and cover your mouth. Chris stands and drops the test, you hear the click of Rick's stun gun and hold your hand up to him.

"Are you sure? Have you been to the doctors?" You shake your head. "OK, ok." He pulls his arms around you giving you a sweet hug. "It's ok, here's the plan. You go to a clinic tomorrow, you find out for sure, and then you make your decision." You start to cry against his chest. He rubs your back up and down, picking you up to place you on the table. Pulling your chip up to see him.

"Hey, it's ok. We are going to make this work. I'm gonna be on my best behavior and I'll be out of here before you know it." You know it's a lie, he knows it's a lie, Adrian knows its a lie, and Flag does too. You all know yet they let you be comforted by it, and you let yourself be comforted by it.

"It might not even be yours though Chris. God I'm such a slut!" He sushes you and rubs your arms. Shaking his head.

"No babe, you better mean that positively, because you haven't done anything wrong. Sex is sex. Do you think I'm a slut?"

"Kinda." You laugh at Adrian's comment. Chris smiles a little as well. Amused with your best friend's banter.

"Adrian is right, you are a slut, but in a positive way. And I wouldn't have you any other way." Chris smiles warmly at you.

"So this thing. If you decide to keep it, I wanna be their dad. Ok? I know I don't have good references, but I will be a great dad to them. If that is what you want." Your heart practically melted at his confession. Nodding at his wants.

"Ok," You respond. "But you have to promise me. Ok?" He nods his head once at you, bringing you into another body crushing hug. His head nestled into your neck, and your chin resting on his shoulder.

You move your mouth to be near his ear. "I hope you know I love you. Please don't say it back. Please don't say anything, but I love you. I just needed you to know. And I'll wait for you, no matter how long. I'll wait." Your voice was barely a whisper, yet Chris could hear every syllable. His hair standing on edge as your breath tickled his ear. He pulled back to look at you, a forlorn expression on his face.

"Babe," You put your hand to his mouth, effectively cutting him off.

"No, don't say anything. We'll be back tomorrow, ok? Just keep out of trouble, and I'll ask about conjugal visits." He makes a goofy face, dopey smile pulling it all together. You smile leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose. "Be a good boy, ok Handsome?" He laughs a little, going to pull you in for a kiss, just as there was a loud knocking on the door.

You look at the colonel, and he bows his head.

"Unfortunately, ya visitin' time is up. But you can come back tomorrow and we can find out about those conjugal visits." Col. Flag gestures for you and Adrian to get up. You shake your head at him, you grip tighter onto Chris.

"Just 2 more minutes? Please?" You were begging, and you know it makes you look weak. You just can't help wanting to stay with your love a bit longer. The colonel nods his head. You turn back to Chris, gripping his face in your hands and pulling him into a breath stealing kiss.

Chris' hands make it to the back of your head, pulling you in further and further, trapping you against his body, deepening the kiss and swiping his tongue against your closed lips. When you part them, Chris dives his tongue deep into your mouth, tasting every corner and memorizing it. You moan softly into his mouth, he groans back into yours, the both of you caught up in the kiss and in the taste of each other you barely notice Adrian pulling you away from Chris.

"It's time to go bun. We still have enough time to make it to a clinic today, and we can be back bright and early tomorrow morning. Sounds good?" You nod at him, reaching to give Chris one more kiss, this time on his forehead.

"I love you big man, we'll be back soon, ok?" He nods his head waving to you as Colonel Flag escorts the two of you out.

As the door closed, the colonel turned to you, "I understand how difficult it must be to see ya man like tha' and I'm truely sorry ya had to."

You nod at him, taking Adrians hand, and squeezing it as the 2 men take Chris out of the room. each had a hand on one of his arms, putting the cuffs on his wrists and pulling on them, making sure they were secure.

You long to push them away and take Chris' hands and run out of there. Instead you step forward, seeing as the men look over your shoulder and then part. You throw your arms around Chris, his were trapped between you two.

"I love you y/n. But you need to let me go. They are waiting to take me back." You nod and kiss his chin, walking back to where Adrian and Col. Flag are.

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Adrian had taken you to the clinic rigth from the prison, and you were seen within a half hour. When your name had been called, you drug Adrian with you.

Pulling him into thr terrifying clinic room. It smelled of rubbing alcohol and sterile water, and latex. God, you hated medical centres, you hated the waiting the staff put you through and you especially hated the way that the paper stuck to your legs.

Adrian had been softly rubbing one of your hands between his two, attempting to sooth you. And oddly, it was working. He tried to tickle you as well, but you weren't having any of it. You were in the middle of playfully pushing his arm away when the sonographer walked in.

They had you pull your shirt up and pants down, and you asked Adrian to record it so you could show Crhis. He was sitting with his phone in hand, zoomed in way to close to your belly as you pulled your pants down and the sonographer put the cold gel on your skin.

Adrian had moved to get you in the whole picture, a veiw of your fave and the wand up to your stomach.

"Huh," that was never a good sound coming out of a sonogrpher.

"What is it? Is the baby ok, am I ok?" The sonographer mods their head. "Yes, it does appear the babies are fine." There was a smile on their face.

"Wait, wait. There are more than one?" You eyes started to tear up. The sonogrpher nods their head at you. Running the wand around your stomach again.

"See, there's baby 1," moving the wand a bit more, "and there is baby 2." You gasp looking down at your stomach and then again at the screen.

"Holy shit." You curse "How far along do you think I am?" The sonographer scrunches their nose studying the fetal monitor.

"I'd say, maybe 4 and a half months. I could also tell you the gender of the babies if you want." Your world is rocked. Not even 2 weeks ago had you imagined being pregnant. You just thought your period had gone away due to stress, the heartache that it caused you when Chris was put in prison. You shake your head at the sonographer.

"Could you maybe put it in an envelope? I'm still a bit shocked that I'm even pregnant." The sonographer nods their head and moves to grab the items.

You and Adrian look at each other is disbelief, he's still got that phone filming you and his mouth is wide in shock.

"Do twins run in your family y/n?" He ends up asking.

"No, this would be the first set I know about." You were in shock, staring down at your stomach, your arms wrapped around it as you think about what the future holds.

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Bright and early the next morning you head over to the prison, after breakfast hour. Looking to spend time with Chris. Walking into the prison holding Adrian's hand, you are less nervous about the area than yesterday, yet more nervous due to the news you had.

Saying a quite good morning to the guards who also patted you down yesterday, they start up the same routine. Pulling the envelope from your bag they turn to you, about to open it.

"Don't you open that! That's not for you!" You start getting angry at these guards. They laugh and walkie in to the warden they had a visitor they needed to be escorted out due to behaviour.

"Woah woah, now, what's happenin' out here?" Colonel flag just seemed to appear out of nowhere. You turn at him and there are tears in your eyes.

"They're trying to open the gender envelope, I wanted Chris to, he's already missing so much." The Colonel nods and sets his eyes on the guards. He easily grabs the envelope from their hands.

"Excuse me gentlemen, this is a non threat personal item that visitors are allowed to bring in on visits." Handing the envelope back to you the both of you wait for Adrian's pat down to be done, as they had taken him into a separate room for a full pat down.

-----

You greet Chris this time with a big hug and a kiss. The force caught him off guard and he stumbled a bit. He was soon laughing into your mouth and kissing you back.

"Hey baby." His eyes were shining as he pulled away to look at you. You smile largely at him.

"Hey handsome. I brought a present!" His eyes shine brighter in amusement.

"Oh yeah? And what is that?"

"My best friend Adrian!" The three of you laugh at that, Adrian mostly cause you tickled his side in jest.

The three of you sit down and chat about your night, the same as yesterday, col. Flag was standing in the corner, keeping to his business, watching the three of you.

"Ok, you went to the doctors? What did you two find out?" Chris studies the two of you, looking from you to Adrian and then back.

You smile widely at him. Sliding the envelope over the table to him. Watching as he looks at it puzzled and then opening it. You see his face pale slightly, then a nice smug smile tore across his face. He looks up at you through his brows, and his eyes were shining again.

"Twins huh?" His mouth held a cocktail smirk now. "I really shoot that well. Two for the price of one." His eyes were looking down at the sonogram now. Kind of tearing up. you stand and move to his side of the table, pulling him into you, Instead he pulls you onto his lap, flush with his body as he rests his head against your chest. You card your fingers through his hair.

"I can't believe we are having twin girls." He mumbles into your neck after moving his head to give you a better hug.

"Girls, eh?" His head shoots up to look at you, surprised that you hadn't known. "That's why I asked for the envelope, wanted you to know first doofus." He smirks cheerily.

"My woman, and my girls. I hope you know, I ain't ever leaving you. Even if you decide to do a paternity test. I won't leave if they aren't mine." His sincerity made you fall in love with him all over again. The loving look in his eyes, he loved you as best he could. His sweet words were interrupted by an 'oh shit' moment.

"Vigilante would love this!" Chris exclaimed. "You know how he was always trying to get us to admit we were in love? He'd die if he seen this. You laugh and push your face close to his. "What's he up to?" Adrian cleared his throat.

"The police are actually seriously looking for him now. We heard that just before coming here actually." Chris nods.

"I hope they don't catch him, I Know he will make sure you and the girls are safe. I trust him, he will look after the both of you," he looks at both you and Adrian. "If my dad finds out your having my kids he will want to be involved to win them over. Please don't let them see him ever. I can only do so much from here. And I'm afraid of what he might treat them like, after seeing how he's treated women and girls all my life." You nod, settling against chris' chest even more.

"I wish you never got thrown in jail. I miss you so much." Your eyes had started to tear up. Chris was rubbing your back and comforting you.

"I'm sorry I got put away. Peace means everything to me, and I will die to achieve it." You pull away from his hug to look ar him.

"I know the whole 'no matter how many men woman and children I have to kill to get it.' But please can you stop talking about dying? I don't want to think about that." Chris nods his head. Accepting your request. He has always been a giant softie for you.

"Ok baby, we have a shorter visit time today. They have me on the Prison Industries crew. First stable job in my life. Doesn't pay much, but it's all going toward you and the girls, I'm trying love." You kiss his lips gently the tears mixing into your kiss.

"I love you so much."

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Over the next three years, you had gotten used to spending a week at a time down in Luisiana. You had made fast friends with Colonel Flag, and your girls actually call him uncle Rick. You spend the week staying with the Colonel and visiting Chris everyday.

You had conjugal visits every once in a while. Not every time you visited, but close enough, every month or two. Chris had actually proposed the last one you had. He didn't have a ring, but he had tied a piece of his shirt around your finger. Promising to find a way to get you a ring. Rick had laughed at your makeshift ring when you got back to his house after.

"Ya man couldn' get you a real ring now?" You shake your head, playfully pushing his arm.

"Don't make fun of him, I love him. And your only jealous I have someone whod marry me with rings made of strings. One day you'll have that with somebody." Rick nods his head, pulling you into his arms.

"How was the visit?" You hug him back.

"I don't think you want the details, but it was amazing." He breathes a laugh.

"No I don' think i want details either little lady. Your girls are napping in your room, so be quiet goin' in. And goodnight doll."

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You had fallen pregnant again from that conjugal visit. When you broke the news to Chris he was ecstatic, you'd told him and the girls together. He already loved your girls (Annie and Liz) so much, and he was over the moon for your newest addition. This time the two of you decided you want their gender to be a surprise. And signed a marriage licence in front of Rick, Adrian and you girls.

A few more months after you found out, the news came of Chris dying. The blow did not soften when you had found out Rick Flag died as well. You were emotionally wrecked, well that was a downs statement. You were ruined. But you kept going, you kept being a mom, and you kept taking care of your girls. You hadn't told them that their dad died. You just said that you had to take a break from seeing him for a while.

Adrian had held you that night you heard, he held you so tight you were sure you had become one person. He has always been your best friend and he always would be. He held you as you sobbed your eyes out. He was there for you always. And you loved him so much that you can't remember there ever being a time where the two of you weren't friends. True to Chris' word the vigilante had been taking care of you, he just didn't know that the vigilante had been Adrian chase all along.

---

"Nobodies saying what they did was right-"

"THEY EXPERIMENTED ON CHILDREN!" Rick flags voice had boomed through the lab room, piercing Chris' tired ears. Chris pulls his face together in anger.

"That information gets out, it causes an international incident! Keeping the peace is worth any price." Chris had been so long without being peacemaker, he wanted to do well for waller so be could co tinge to be his alter ego. "Including the life of a hero likes yours sir so please," he pauses and shakes his head. "Don't make me do this."

The building crumbled around them, separating them from cleo and the doctor. A nasty fight ensured, resulting in peacemaker being pinned by Rick.

"They experimented on kids, what if they had been your kids, would that even make a fucking difference. What if it had been y/n?! You sick fucking prick." Chris has thought again, and he frowned.

"I'm doing this for them. Making sure they have food and safety." Rick got angrier and pushed the pipe down tighter on Chris' throat.

Chris reached and grabbed a piece of porcelain, stabbing Rick in the chest. The piece had gone in and speared his heart. His face showed great pain and disbelief. Loosing his strength as his heart started to give out.

"Peacemaker," he struggles for the breath. "What a joke."

---

Those words haunted Chris, they haunted him every single day of his recovery. The haunted him since he was transferred to Evergreen hospital, they haunted him when he was in physical therapy, everytime he closed his eyes.

When he was released from the hospital, he was grateful you weren't at the trailer, especially when the Argus team arrived. You and the Girls must be out somewhere. And he was correct, the three of you had gone to Fennel Fields for lunch.

Adrian had to work but the four of you sat down to have lunch first. The twins ere now 4 and so in love with their uncle. You were 9 months into pregnancy with your third baby, and they were currently overdue by a week. This baby didn't want to leave the confines of your womb, they were quite comfortable in it and you couldn't blame them.

Your stomach was huge tho, the same size as it was when you were pregnant with the girls. This baby was gonna be a big one.

Adrian was entertaining the girls by standing the sugar packets from the table into a house of cards. The girls giggle as their uncle keeps trying to rebuild his house, a slight gust of air knocking them over almost every time.

Annie and Liz loved their uncle Adrian, he was their hero and he always told funny stories about their dad so he got bonus points at that too.

After finishing lunch, you brought the girls back home. Unlocking the door, you notice a few things were different.

"Girls stay here, right by the door. You grab one of Chris' stashed guns and walk through the trailer. A jar of olives was out of the fridge sat on the counter, still open. The couch was a mess as opposed to the clean state it had been earlier. There were footprints throughout the house, leading to your room where you found a broken window and Chris' little blue iPhone missing.

After ensuring nobody was in your home, you usher the girls in, grabbing some cardboard and boarding up the window, duct taping it in place. Your bed also looked as if someone had been sitting on it, the blankets were all bunched together in a small area.

Shrugging it off, you get the girls in the bath, washing the dirt from the dy off of them, dressing them in their house clothes and letting them be kids, playing outside with the other trailer park kids.

You were doing some washing and headed out to hang it on the clothes line. The girls giggles being the only thing you could hear. They were playing tag with the group of 5 other kids that live in the trailers near yours.

Your day continued like that until it was nighttime. Putting the girls to bed in their room, Adrian had helped you build the add on after you had given birth to the girls. Rick had come up to help as well, the two men had gotten it done in about a week. They had made sure it was properly insulated and wired and everything.

During Rick's 5 separate vacation weeks a year, he'd come up and visit you and the girls. He quite enjoyed the little trailer you had, although it was Chris'. And he loved the dense forest in your backyard, a big difference from the forests down in louisiana. You miss your friend a lot, and you miss your husband a lot. Both were cruelly taken from you 5 months ago and you were never gonna see them again.

It was late enough you'd decided. Rubbing your belly and heading to bed. You couldn't help but miss the man you married. The way you knew he'd rub your baby bump and let you rest against him. Just like he had done the numerous times you'd visited him through your first pregnancy. You missed the man that was supposed to be laying on the other side of the bed.

You bad cried yourself to sleep that night, waking up with swollen under eyes the next morning.

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Chris had gotten himself into trouble. He offered to drive a beautiful lady home after he was spoke to at Fennel fields, and went to a bar to unwind. The lady invited him in, so he went.

Somewhere in that he had pissed the lady off, and she came at him with a knife. So he did the only logical thing, he fought with her. He had been slashed and stabbed a few times, throw around and pushed right through a wall. He decided jumping out the window was the only option, falling a few stories, landing on his hands and knees. His helmet being the only thing able to save him, after multiple attempts to incapacitate the girl.

She had unfortunately exploded and his car was smashed up greatly. Eagly had luckily flew away before anything had happened.

Harcourt and adebayo ended up being his saving grace as they picked him up before he'd been found by the police. Chris didn't make it back to the trailer until the morning. After you had packed up the girls and headed out.

He once again had to break in through the window, knowing you'd probably kill him for that when you seen him. He layed on the bed and had a good cry about things, the fact he'd left you alone for 4 years, not a peep for 5 months, the fact he had killed Rick Flag, one of your closets friends and lastly, the fact that he's married to you yet was very attracted to Emilia. He felt tremendous guilt from everything weighing heavy on his mind.

Vigilante had interrupted his crying session before he could get to worked up. The two of them headed out and blew off some steam and celebrate getting out of prison by going to their appliance yard. They went and had a blast, they blew up lots of little appliances and shot various weapons at them.

Chris eventually breaks the silence. "Hey man?" Vigilante nods at chris. "Did you keep an eye on y/n? How is she and the girls?" Vigilante drops his bow.

"You haven't seen her yet??" Chris shakes his head.

"March your ass back to your house and wait for her. She thinks your fucking dead." Chris' eyes widen running back to the trailer. He waits impatiently on the couch, changed into a soft flannel and a pair of nice sweatpants, Chris hypothesized these were you pajamas, you'd always did love wearing his clothes when you spent the night.

While he waited, he reaped the cardboard up, but way messier, he also did the dishes that were in the sink and tidied up the girls room. Picking up any laundry on the ground and putting it in the hamper.l

looking around their room, he nods. Adrian and Rick sure did an amazing job in this room.

He also puts a roast on for dinner, while waiting, and as it's cooking he can smell that it is a bear, likely from a bear vs car crash. You'd always hate to see the bear go to waste like that, and besides, the bear is a really good meat, very tasty and full of protein.

He also chopped and peeled some potatoes to make mashed with. He knows that being kids the girls probably wouldn't like any fancy potatoes, not that you did either though. He smiles thinking of the time he made you scalloped potatoes and you tried to power through eating them, even when he could clearly tell you weren't fond of it. He swore he fell in love with you based off of that.

Grabbing the broccoli from the freezer he also throws that into a pot with some water. Knowing exactly how you like your meals he makes it the perfect way. Just in time for you to walk through the door with the girls in tow. He was in the bathroom getting washed up.

"Adrian! Are you here? I thought you had work tonight Hon, and I told you I don't need you to make us dinner." The girls had run to their room and you minded the stove, not wanting you to leave it to burn, or unattended while on with two small children in the house.

The bathroom door opens and closes, hearing footsteps make their way toward you, you smile. "You know Adrian, as much as I keep saying you don't have to help out as much, I really do appreciate it.

Suddenly there are arms around your sides, big, strong hands making their way to the bottom of your stomach, holding your baby bump up, relieving so much stress from your body.

"Woah, ok you aren't moving, this baby has been sitting on my bladder all day, and you are being a miracle worker." You lean back against his chest, feeling much more muscle than normal, scrunching your face you comment. "You've been working out a lot more lately dude? I gotta compliment the gains."

"Well, for the past 5 months I've been working back to standing here." You freeze.

"Get out," tears were already trying to slip past your waterline. "You aren't him. He's dead, so get out now and I won't kill you where you stand." Chris chuckles, leaning to press a kiss to your neck.

"Baby it's me. I did get hurt, and they thought I died, but I'm alive." He places his chin on your shoulder.

"A building fell on you, there's no way you're alive." The tears were running down your cheeks now.

"Hey, hey, hey. Baby, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, and I have a job. Let me take care of my family?" You turn in his arms, which was no easy task considering the size of your belly. Looking into those sparkly blue eyes, you confirm it's your husband. Fat tears pooling down your face as you hold him tight to you.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much. Oh I love you, please never ever leave me again. I was so scared." You bury your head into his chest. His resting on top of yours. His hands rubbing your back.

"OK babe, can you set the table? This food is gonna burn." You nod at him moving to get the girls after setting the table. Chris had just safely placed the food onto the table when he heard two sets of little footprints.

"Daddy!!" Two little voices were yelling for him as they ran into the room, Chris squatting to take his girls into his arms. "Daddy!! You're home!!" You smile at the scene recording it to show Adrian later.

After dinner the two of you put the girls in bed and then migrated to your room, finding the most comfortable way to lay together, he has a hand on your belly, stroking it as youd had imagined last night.

"You've gotta be overdue, look at you ready to pop." You giggle and squirm beside him. His face was pressed against yours, the both of you not ever wanting to let go of the other ever again.

"Yeah, by about a week, love." Your hand joined his stroking your belly the same way his hand was.

"I know sex can really help enduce labor," there was a cocky smile on his face and it made you smile back.

"I mean, if you want to I'm not gonna say no, but we do have to get creative with it because of the belly." The two of you share a laugh, Chris' hand travelling down the swell of your belly and into your panties.

----

"Ok, Mrs. Smith one more big push!" You buckle down and squeeze Chris' hand, pushing with all you had left in you. Chris was looking into your eyes, his free hand rubbing the sweat off your forehead and face.

"You got this babe, I love you so much." His eyes were sparkling so much more at that moment in time. He gets to experience the first few hours of his child's life. A babies cries broke the noise of the room, you yourself crying with the relief that they were alive and screaming. The nurses bring your baby over and set them on your bare chest.

"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Smith, it's a boy." Your tears start to flow as you look down at your handsome newborn son. "What's his name?" You look into Chris' eyes and you both say his name at the same time.

"Rick."

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