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I love Uprooted. And giving comfort characters trauma. Sooooooo…….

What if the reason Booker acts kind of like the “tired Mom” of the group, especially towards Bitsy, is because even before his Mom left his Dad she was kinda shitty? Like a bit neglectful even if it wasn’t on purpose. She just wasn’t there. So now he tries to be better than that. Along with that, he’s like this the most with Bitsy and it’s been confirmed she doesn’t have/remember her family at all. But he’s really like this with all his friends but still

Speaking of which, can we talk about the fact that Booker said he had practically no friends growing up???? He literally said “I didn’t really have any friends” or something similar in one of the recent episodes and I want context on this. Was it because he just didn’t want any or did no one like him? I NEED TO KNOW

Good job I don’t know how to respond /lh

Until now

Booker does absolutely seem like the tiered mom of the group and yeah, it’s probably trauma from his dad being a general bum even before his mom skipped town. Children can be horrible and so depending on when his mom left he could’ve not have friends because his mom left him and his dad’s a bum. Queue the bullying. Or a mixture of both being bullied (and when it finally ends) not wanting to have friends.

Personally I think before he befriended and groups with Grumley, Booker was very cold and mysterious (think the rouge stereotype but meaner) and Grumley softened him up enough so that the rest of the group could join and soften the raccoon even more

Idk lolol but goodness I thank you for this ask feel free to send more if you wish :3

XD

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You want more headcanons??? I GOT SOME!!!

After a particularly long day of running and doing illegal things Grumley would just pull Booker to him and do the dog thing of flopping on his lap and now he can’t move.

The rare times Grumley takes off his armor, he more than trusts Booker to either take care of it or the rare occasion clean it a little.

Booker will curl his tail around Grumleys hand or over him when they sleep

Just a general headcanon; group cuddle piles that end in those indents you get from a deep nap on the couch(u know the ones)

YESSSSS PERFECT 10/10 thank you!!! Hehe

Here’s some extra headcanons some kind of based on yours some just general headcanons! ^^

• Booker curls his tail around Grumleys hand/wrist when startled/scared

• Cuddle puddle normally starts with Grumley laying down first

• the last ones to the cuddle puddle are either Bitsy or Hazel, mostly Hazel

• Hazel sprawls out on top of everyone

• given the chance Grumley will fall asleep in Bookers lap because it’s illegal to move him

• Jean Claude will peck you if you try to touch is tail feathers

• Bitsy has been pecked many times *just wanted to touch*

• Peggy also has been bitten *tried to pull them for a spell*

• Peggy was the first one to see Booker cry, like actually break down and cry.

• Bitsy would often come back to camp late because she was foraging

• She also makes sleepy tea for the others when they can’t sleep

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Random uprooted headcanons

. Hazel stamps her foot when upset

. Sometimes it’s one big cuddle puddle

. Bitsy sleep walks and has accidentally tried to suffocate Grumley

. Booker stopped it

. Jean Claude crows to get the others to wake up when he’s annoyed with them

. Hazel bites to show affection sometimes

. Bitsy picks up that habit

I’ll probably add more later

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I have two wolves inside me; one ships the Uprooted gang as a polycule, and the other that ships Booker x Grumley specifically... these wolves get along very well, and they won't shut up about their ships.

I have three wolves in me

One that ships Booker and Grumley

One that ships the uprooted Polycule ship

And one who wants the Rooster

They all get along wonderfully but the first two keep side eyeing the third one when it brings up Jean Claude

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Booker?!

Booker: NOOO PLEASE DONT TURN ME INTO A CAKE POP!!!!?!?!

Booker gets hit with the cake pop-ificaton beam

Booker: NOOOOOOOO

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I forgot how much I love sci-fi fantasy until i started watching Stardust Rhapsody:3

Now I’m making ocs for my own space themed day dreams

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Oh thank God's, I thought I was the only one who wanted Jean Claude

Oh great I’m not alone! I thought I was the only one

He’s a charmin rooster lawyer who just wants to be rebarred or whatever it is.

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Dog Teeth (1-??)

Frieza x M!Reader

This is a little thing I'm going to write in and when i have time/ motivation

TW'S

Frieza is abusive, there is blood, there is swearing, and mention of death.

Summary

You are an alien solider serving on the Frieza force and Lord Frieza takes a strange liking to you

What is the reader?

You the reader are a species I made named the Stellargon, they're a matriarchal gladiator species. The reader is the only one left because frieza wiped your race out because they were interfering with his plans. You were a male gladiator who was Imprisoned for speaking out against Empress Malvoria Voidshard.

Word Count; 882

He regards you with disdain in his eyes; you're nothing more than a creature unworthy of the love and attention he bestows upon you. So, why does he bother? To him, you're little more than a chew toy.

"You're relieved of your post," Ginyu declares as he approaches. You nod and bow to both him and Lord Frieza before departing the throne room. The lord snorts in disappointment as you make your exit.

You serve as a Stellargon soldier for the Frieza Force, the last surviving member of your species, thanks to the tyrant himself. Stellargons are characterized by their dual-colored skin—shades of red, blue, green, white, and black—along with softer facial features and eyes. You, my dear, are a unique case among the Stellargons, labeled as an "angel." Angels are powerful fighters with a special form, and you wear power inhibitors to control this unique ability. This is why Frieza keeps you close, often drawing comparisons to the Saiyans.

The sterile metal flooring of the hallways echoes beneath your boots as you walk back to your quarters. Another grueling day in service to Frieza is behind you, and you look forward to unwinding until your next shift. The door to your quarters slides open with a metallic hiss from the hydraulics. While the room itself is unremarkable, at least it's your private sanctuary—something your acquaintances, if they could be called that, envy you for.

You shed your shoes, belt, chest plate, and shoulder pads, not bothering to change into fresh clothes. Lying down on your bed in only your undergarments, you gaze up at the ceiling, contemplating the path that brought you here. Reflecting on how Frieza discovered you in the dungeons for presenting as male and essentially abducted you before obliterating your homeworld into dust particles.

"Maybe I should've perished alongside my people," you hum before drifting off into a restless sleep.

Frieza scowled as he peered down at the screen before him. Shaking his head in disdain, he lifted his gaze to the subordinate standing in front of him.

"Take these reports back and don't return until you locate what I desire!" he commanded with a thunderous voice.

"Yes, my lord," the Grunt replied meekly, shuffling away and leaving Frieza in solitude. Frustration etched across his face, Frieza tapped his fingers against the desk while scrolling through the reports. Boredom plagued him—bored with the conquered planets and colonies, weary of the same grunts and soldiers. The insatiable itch for destruction gripped him once more.

"Tch," he scoffed, powering down the screen and rising from his seat. As he walked to the window, he gazed out into the vast sea of stars and uninhabited planets, contemplating which ones to obliterate for his own amusement.Yet, nothing stirred Frieza's interest — not a planet, nor the prospect of annihilating another feeble race could alleviate his boredom. His mind fixated solely on you, his favored plaything, a source of amusement to chew up and obliterate at his whim. Grinning at the thought, he snapped his fingers, conjuring a screen on the window.

"Alert the Stellargon, report to me immediately," Frieza commanded through the screen. The device chimed with a check mark, confirming the transmission. Content with his decision, Frieza smiled as he settled back into his seat, eagerly awaiting your arrival.

An alarm blared, rudely interrupting your slumber and jolting you awake. "God dammit," you muttered, swiftly changing into your armored uniform. Heading to your computer, you checked the source of the transmission. "Why is Frieza requesting me...?" you wondered aloud, securing your hair into a tight, high ponytail before departing. As you traversed the hallways leading to the throne room, you noticed your colleagues and peers glancing at you, exchanging hushed whispers. Though not uncommon, it still unnerved you. Had you angered the lord? Left your station in disarray? Perhaps a promotion was on the horizon? The latter, however improbable, lingered in your mind.

The doors to the throne room slid open, crashing closed behind you as you entered. "My lord," you greeted, bowing to Frieza, who bore into you with his deep burgundy eyes.

He gestured for you to approach with a crooked finger, and obediently, you walked toward him. "Roll your sleeve up," he commanded sternly. Perplexed, you complied, exposing the softer flesh of your right arm. Frieza seized your wrist forcefully and sank his teeth into your forearm. Pain surged through your arm from the bite and the vice-like grip on your wrist.

A sharp yelp escaped you, and instinctively, you attempted to pull your arm away, only intensifying his bite. His teeth pierced your flesh, and your light red blood spilled from the wound, creating a brutal tableau. Frieza released your arm, pulling away with blood staining his teeth and the corners of his mouth.

"Oooh Hohoho!" Frieza laughed, bringing his hand to his face. "You are weaker than I thought!" His laughter echoed as your arm twitched and bled.

Disbelief etched across your face as you tore fabric from your undershirt to fashion a makeshift tourniquet. Wincing and whimpering in pain, you questioned, "Wh... why did you do this?"

Frieza's tail flicked as he smirked. "Because I was bored, and you seemed like the perfect thing to bite," he declared, baring his teeth stained with your blood.

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Behold MY BABY GIRLS

*camera pans over to a group of snarky, mean, stoic, crazy probably old men*

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I love having an autistic dad who’s special interest is DnD

He’s a forever DM (hopefully I can start DMing for him) and is currently working on a campaign for us to do (me, my brother, my found brother, our landlord roommate/pos) and I asked if we could play an evil campaign. He said yes, everyone else agreed to do evil and neutral characters. I asked if I could play a homebrew race. He said yes

Now I’m playing a lvl 5 Crocodilian feylost warlock who is lawful evil and is a worshiper of Baba Yaga

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Something is brewing… 👀

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A phone call/Secrets discovered

Son of Spy, Daughter of Scout, Chapter 2

Word Count; 1637

Hi hello! It's author Echo again with Chapter 2. It's another shorter one because its again another context/setup chapter because, idk. I'm going to be honest i don't have a lot planned for this fic except a uhm, a few things. So it's all going to be random but i promise i will make it make sense! Thank you for reading!!

Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

August 23rd, 1968 1:05 PM New Mexico

The RED Team was winding down from a long long day of fighting Blu. They got ambushed at approximately; 3:45 AM and haven’t been able to rest until now.

Scout grabbed a Bonk out of the fridge and sat down right next to Demoman and Spy. With a sigh, he cracks open his can and takes a long sip before speaking.

“Boy, I sure am glad that is over…” Scout said, a grumbling agreement soon came from everyone else. It was pretty rough.

“Next time–” Spy starts, “--we will be the ones to have the jump on them”

“ja, absolut,” Medic replied with a grin “I’ll help plan the ambush”

“Get Pauling on it too,” Engineer hummed as he took a sip of his coffee “and you know where to go if ya need machines”

“Of course. But we also need to give a stealth lesson too–” Spy starts to motion to Scout, Demo, and Soldier.

Scout glares at Spy “I don’t need a stealth lesson!!! I’m plenty stealthy!!” he said with a pout and a scoff in his voice. He’s offended that Spy would assume he’d blow their cover

Spy rolls his eyes “Even if that was true–” “Hey!!--” “--everyone needs a refresher”

Scout flaps his hand like it was a mouth to mock Spy as he spoke.

Heavy shook his head. “Are they going to fight again?”

“Ja looks like it” Medic responds

A soft clicking of pumps against the hard tile flooring got closer and closer to the kitchen. Miss Pauling quietly opened the door and cleared her throat loudly, gaining the attention of most of the mercenaries.

“Scout, you have a phone call.” Miss Pauling said with a neutral tone, She’s just as exhausted as the Mercs as she was technically ambushed too

“Is it my Ma?” Scout perked up, immediately forgetting about Spy.

“No its a Miss,, uhm,” She looks at her clipboard to remember the name, “Sachiko Mina–” Scout jumps out of his seat and sprints down the hall to the phone, “--moto, huh” Miss Pauling looks surprised, he only does that if his mother called.

Spy’s eyes went wide with shock and nervousness, and Miss Pauling noticed. She looked him sternly in the eyes before pivoting on her heel and walking back to her office. Pyro turns and stares at Spy… silently

Scout runs to the Phone and  picks it up “Sachi?”

“Oh Jer! It’s so good to hear your voice again! How’s that factory job treating you?”

“Oh, you know how it is, all work and no play.” Scout chuckles softly “Anyways Chi, what's up? You never call unless it’s important.”

“Well…” Sachi starts “I’ve lost more of my sight, it cost me my job…”

“Oh, Chi–”

“Ah ah,” she silences him. “I have an offer to be a mostly remote editor for this publishing company in New Mexico. It pays a lot and it will only be for a few years–”

“You should move to my town then! It’s smaller and a little bit conservative but I know you and Lil Robbie will be safe” Jeremy cuts her off “I’ll even pay for the first few months of rent–”

“Awh Jeremy, you’re so sweet. There's no need to pay my rent~ Your mother bought my house and is going to take care of it for the next few years.”

A little brown-blonde-haired girl looked up at her mom. Thinking for a moment, she huffs and tags at her mother's skirt gently. She wants a turn on the phone 

“Cool Cool… I’ll find a house for you though, if that’s alright”

“Oh please do, I have no clue where to… oh, hold on” Sachiko giggles and picks up her little girl. “Here Robin” She handed her the phone.

Robin held the very much adult-sized phone up to her ear with both of her hands and grins

“Jeremy! I lost my first tooth! It’s my front one” The little girl chirps happily over the phone

“Woah what?? Robbie, that's amazing! How’d you lose it?”

“I got hit with a baseball!!” She said so happily “You should have seen it! There was blood all over my yellow dress!!”

Sachiko shakes her head as her daughter laughs and giggles. Robin is, well she's a mini Jeremy, and that slightly worries Sachiko. She doesn’t want her daughter to be bullied and/or ostracized just because she plays differently from the other little girls. She knows how it feels and she doesn’t want her child to go through the same.

“Mommy Jeremy wants to talk to you again” Robin pouts at her mother.

“It’s about adult stuff, baby girl. Go to the kitchen and get and pick out an apple, I’ll peel it for you” Sachiko coos and sets her daughter down before putting the receiver back up to her ear.

“Hey, Chi, I don't wanna come off as nosey but, how are you able to still be an editor?”

“It’s just my peripheral vision that I’m losing, luckily I’m still able to see, walk around, cook, read, and type” Sachi explains with a gentle tone, she’s not sad about her condition, not anymore at least. She’s at peace with it.

“Chi, you can’t drive anymore, can you?”

“No I can’t,” She says somberly

“I’ll find a place that's close to a bus stop for you”

“Thank you…” Sachiko hummed “I have to get going, it’s Robin's snack time”

“Okay Chi. I’ll call you later. Bye”

Miss Pauling looked up from her papers, she was there for most of the conversation. She sighs and neatly stacks her papers before asking.

“So, Who is Miss Minamoto?” She asked inquisitively

“Oh, she’s a family friend back from Boston.” Scout starts to explain with a grin. “She and her daughter are going to be moving into the town near base soon so I can help out! When I can, of course!” He said, his grin growing prouder after he finished his sentence.

“Wow…” Pauling paused for a moment. “That's sweet Scout,” she said with a light smile.

“Nah, it's the least I can do for her. Plus her kid loves me to death, I’m like her pseudo big brother” He chuckled “I’d be a really good dad you know~” he cooed while propping himself on the wall like a cool guy

Miss Pauling sighs and grumbles, for once she thought they were having a nice conversation, of course Scout has to attempt to flirt, again.

“Scout”

“Yeah, Miss P?”

“Get out”

August 23rd, 1968 11:25 PM New Mexico

Miss Pauling yawned to herself as she walked throughout the base, making her nightly rounds and checking to see if the mercs were here for the night, but she felt a looming presence like someone was watching her, hunting her. Unnerved, she starts making her way to Spy’s smoking room, the feeling only getting worse as she gets closer to the door. It kept growing and growing until something touched her shoulder. Freaked out Miss Pauling turns around and goes in for a punch. Pyro silently grabs her wrist and stares at her in their soulless mask.

“Oh Pyro–” Pauling sighs out of relief when she sees them, “It’s just you,”

Pyro stares at her blankly as they let go of her wrist

“Uhm are you going to see Spy too?”

Pyro nodded silently and gave her a thumbs-up

“Why?”

Pyro stares before signing to her ‘The same reason you are”

Pauling pursed her lips into an O shape before nodding. They walked the rest of the way together. Pauling knocked on the door lightly before opening the heavy wooden door

“Spy, we need to have a chat,” Miss Pauling says, stepping onto the plush carpeting. Pyro walks in behind her, tracking muddy boots in on said plush carpeting.

Spy sighs to himself and puts his book down before turning to the two with a very disgruntled face. He glares at Pyro and looks down at the floor, he scoffs and looks back up to make eye contact with Miss Pauling

“What for?” he said with a scowl and a grumble in his voice. He’s tired of dealing with buffoons like Pyro, he just wants to relax.

“You looked quite shocked to hear the name Sachiko Minamoto. Explain.” Miss Pauling said with a stern tone. She crosses her arms against her chest and continues the stern eye contact that she holds with the Spy. She’s read the documents, she's on friendly terms with Spy, and she knows that Spy is Scout’s dad. To be truthful, everyone knows, even Scout knows. He’s in denial about it.

“Hm, even with them?” he asked motioning to Pyro

Pyro silently stares at Spy with their, cold, dead, mask.

“They already know.”

“I see.” He clears his throat. “I met Miss Minamoto while I was on an espionage mission in Japan, nothing more, nothing less. Are we done here? It seems I need to clean my carpet again.”

Pyro stomps on the ground slinging mud more places while also getting it even more into the carpet.

Miss Pauling stifles a small giggle before speaking again.

“Yes, that’s all we needed to know, goodnight Spy.” Miss Pauling said with a smile before leaving with Pyro.

“Bonsoir.”

Pyro wasn’t fully convinced that there's nothing more to Spy’s past with this “Miss Minamoto” character, but they’re pretty tired themselves so there’s not much more they can/want to do.

The heavy oak door closed loudly leaving Spy alone in his room. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance

“Another piece of my past dares to haunt me yet again. I won’t let the guilt win. Not now, not never” He muttered to himself before going to clean the mud off of his carpet.

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But you, Robin Minamoto, shall be mine Chapter 1

Hi author Echo here! This is the first chapter of Son of spy, Daughter of Scout. My Silly oc's will be in this, only two though. This first chapter is a prologue of sorts, it's purpose is to give context for who these ocs are-ish. Anyways next chapter will have the standard TF2 chaos! до свидания

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July 10th, 1963, Boston MA.

It’s a hot summer day in the suburbs of Boston, the sun is blazing as two older women sit outside, and two lemonades sit on the patio table as these lovely ladies chat up a storm.

“Jeremy!” Ma calls for her son, “Don’t worry Sachi, he’s a good boy.” Ma coos softly to her companion

Jeremy rushed out of the house sprinting onto the patio, only stopping when he reached his ma. He’s a handsome young lad, 21 years of age, with bright blue eyes, white teeth, and an athletic physique. He is also a gentleman, not in a romantic way in a ‘Ma taught me right’ gentleman. He will always be awkward around women his age.

“Jerbear,” Ma coos out her loving nickname to Jeremy's despair, “This is Miss Sachiko Minamoto.” Ma motions to the shorter inky-haired woman in the garden chair next to hers with a smile. “She moved in last week when you were visiting your brothers.”

Miss Minamoto wasn’t a girl his age, she was closer to his Ma’s age but a bit younger, she had soft yet dark inky black hair that was all neatly clipped into place into a low ponytail, and small dark brown eyes that were almost black if you don’t pay attention. Her name states that she is a Japanese woman, and her belly shows that she is a pregnant woman. Yet she’s lovely all the same

“Oh cool!” Jeremy chirped with a smile before bowing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Minamoto”

Sachiko laughs and smiles while speaking in a different language before going silent for a moment.  “Please just call me Sachi, I am nobody's Mrs.” She said with a somber smile

Jeremy gasps, “Well you could’ve fooled me! You’re just too pretty so of course I assumed a lucky man had already scooped you up into marriage!

Ma and Sachiko giggle to themselves, “Thank you, you are so kind, Jeremy.”

Jeremy smiles as he pulls up another chair. It’s a nice hot summer day in the Burbs of Boston, two older ladies and a 21-year-old Jeremy sit in garden chairs on the back patio, and two lemonades sit on the patio table as the three chat up a storm.

December 24th, 1963, Boston MA 8:45 PM.

The front door slams open as Jeremy tries to balance all of the paper bags full of groceries in his arms and on his head so he can open the door properly. The brunette stumbles, dropping an odd vegetable here and there, into the kitchen. He plops the groceries down with a sigh, why’d Ma make him go to the store on Christmas Eve? Speaking of Ma, Jeremey didn’t see her, or hear her.

“MA I’M HOME!” Jeremy shouts and waits five seconds. No response

“MA?!?” He shouts again sprinting throughout the house looking for his dearest mother. Frustrated, he dashes out the back door, down the patio, running through the nicely mowed backyard he hops over the fence to Sachiko’s backyard and lets himself in. Ma and Sachiko quickly became best friends after she had moved in five months ago. If Ma isn't home, she's probably with Sachi.

“Sachi?? Ma??” Jeremy calls out walking into the mudroom. He sighs softly and takes an inhale to scream, but then, he sees it. A little paper hanging on the refrigerator. That’s odd, Sachi never leaves things on the fridge, unless they’re important. With that notion in mind, Jeremy walked up to the kitchen and snatched the paper off of the fridge. It’s a note, in his mother's handwriting, it reads…Jeremy, when you see this note, it means I am with Sachiko in the hospital, she is in labor and about to give birth to the bundle of joy in her. Please come to the hospital ASAP.

Without hesitation Jeremy booked it to the hospital, not even bothering to close and lock up either homes.

Ma stood next to Sachiko holding her hand with both of her own. “Don’t worry Sachi, I’m right here sweetheart.” She coos softly to her dear friend, “you’re not alone, I will not leave your side until you are ready”

The sound of Sachi crying and straining to push her baby out filled the sounds of the room, the doctor and nurses muffled by her sobs, until. Sachi’s eyes widened as she huffed and puffed. Her face was red puffy and wet from her tears, her chest heaving from her screams.

“Congrats,” The doctor said after cutting the umbilical cord, “it’s a girl.”

A wave of happiness and relief rushed over the two women.

“I told you, Sachi, you’re still here,” Ma said softly, before kissing her on the forehead.

Sachi smiles weakly as the doctor hands the tiny baby girl to her for the first time. She came out with a blonde head of hair and soft blue eyes that didn’t match her mother's. As soon as the baby girl got put into her mother's arms, she fell asleep.

Sachiko laughed dryly. “Aren’t babies supposed to cry?” She asked with a smile 

“Not all–” Ma stifles her giggles “Three of my eight didn’t cry immediately, Jerbear being one” “Oh I hope my girl can be as kind as him” Sachiko smiled softly “Have you thought of a name?” “No…” Sachi trails off “She kind of looks like–”

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! SLAM!!! Jeremy ran in, sweaty and out of breath.  “I made it…!” he managed to say in between huffs of trying to catch his breath.

Ma shakes her head “Please don’t tell me you ran all the way here” Jeremy looks up at her and blinks “Jer…” “I was acting on instinct ma!!” Jeremy retorts and walks over to the bed. “How are ya feeling Sachi?”

“A lot better now that it's over” Sachi smiles weakly “Stay here Jer, I’ll go get us some food” Ma smiled as she walked out of the room.

Jeremy smiled softly at Sachi. “You and Ma scared me!” Sachi laughs softly and sighs “To make up for it do you want to hold her?” “For real?” “For real. Unless you don’t want to”

Jeremy outstretched his arms and stares at Sachiko dead in her eyes “Give me the child”

Sachi and the remaining nurse laugh as Sachi hands over Baby girl to Jeremy with the utmost care. He cradles her softly and pulls her close to his chest, she yawns and looks up at him with those big blue eyes.

“Hey little Robin,” Jeremy coos softly. “Ready to become my little sidekick?”

“Robin?” “Oh, it's a comic book character, he's the sidekick to Batman” “Ah… still it's a beautiful name… and it would blend her in.” “Awh Sachi no you don’t have to–” “No Jer–” Sachiko interrupts. “I want to name her Robin.’

Jeremy smiles and looks down at baby Robin. She’s asleep in his arms again. Then a thought crossed Jeremy’s mind, a sad thought. She's going to grow up without a father, like he did, but she also doesn’t have any older brothers to protect her. Well, now that won’t do. That won’t do at all. 

‘Don’t worry lil Robbie, I got you. Forever and always, I will be the best big brother I can be, promise.’ Jeremy thought to himself as he watched Robin sleep. 

It’s December 24th, 11:25 PM in Boston Massachusetts snow is falling, carolers are singing, families are huddled by their fireplaces watching Christmas movies, and Jeremy just welcomed his little sister into the world.

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Z Broly is a pitbull in a shelter

Trunks is a white woman with a doggy sweater

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Girls night out oneshot is postponed because of work killing me mentally