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The toddler named Stephano fidgeted impatiently in his seat. Three phone book sat under him to elevate him high enough to reach over the table’s edge. Across from him was his two adoptive fathers, Felix and Cry. “Can I go now?” the blond beamed. He kicked his feet excitedly. Cry looked at the little boy lovingly before replying, “Well let’s see, little guy. Did you finish your food?” Stephano nodded happily. “Really?” Cry asked. He walked over and stood next to his son. Picking up the bowl to inspect it, he pretended he was in deep concentration. He hummed to himself as he took one last good

Cry has always known he was gay. But it was always his little secret. There was no one to call it out, no big oblivious sign saying he was different. If he didn't do anything, didn't act differently, then there was no telling that he was different. But that's gone now. He has a boyfriend. Now he sticks out like a sore thumb. It wasn't that he was ashame of Felix. He just didn't like being different, being looked at strangely. It made him feel out of place, like he was doing something wrong. Felix, however, was the completely opposite. He sometimes wondered how he end up with someone with Felix. He was loud, high-spirited and definitely did n

First day of daycare. Felix stared at the petite house from his car. Felix really shouldn’t be as nervous as he was. As he walked through the front door with his son in hand, he continued to remind himself of what Marzia said. Stephano will be fine, he can take care of himself. Deep breaths, Felix. He felt a tug on his sleeve, snapping Felix from his trance. “Daddy, calm down. I’ll be fine.” His little boy reassured him. “Oh…Are- Are you- are you sure?” Felix stammered. Unlike Felix, he looked completely calm about the whole situation. He eyes flickered from Stephano to the room then back at the bo

You know all those things you hear about fate? About how everyone has a soul mate and when you find them you’ll know? Bullshit. It’s all a big fucking lies to shut you guys up. In between the gaps reality- your reality- it’s just one hideous mess here. There’s no heaven or hell, just waiting. And waiting, and more waiting, until you’re final born again and you start to whole cycle over again. Let me get something straight. I get to decide who lives and who dies. Not god, not destiny. I take whoever I want and if I give the human a few extra years, who will know? I am Death. No one gets to tell me what to do. So

 A little feet skidded across the kitchen floor as they approached a tall figure. Pewdie felt a light tug at his shirt. He turned his attention to the little boy standing next to him. Laying his knife on the cutting board, he crouched to eye level with the child. “What is it, Stephano?” He asked, offering a smile. Stephano nervously stepped a little closer to Pewdie. Worry started to form in Pewdie’s mind. Was Stephano in some kind of trouble? He kept a calm tone as he spoke, “Go on, Stephano.” Stephano took a deep breath and whispered very quietly, “Can I have a cookie?” The tension instantly disa

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Stephano Stephano Stephano Stephano Stephano Stephano! I’m scared!!!!” Pewdie yelled as he heard the familiar growl of the bro. I growled as I felt the blood circulation in my feet get cut off by his clutching arms. Out of instinct, I turned to run, but found that I couldn't because of a certain whimpering male. I attempted to shake him off to snap him out of his frightened state, but it seemed useless. I looked back toward the hallway in horror as I watched the deformed shadow come closer and closer. We needed to get out of here. Now. I dragged him a few steps in a fit of panic, before composing myself