#His interactions with the toddler are so damn cute

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OKAY, I think I'm done for now.

@electrozeistyking and I a little while ago talked about how GD!N would react to DAS!Cyn. They went on about in a reblog but basically he would be extremely happy bc DAS!Cyn is a separate entity to the Absolute Solver, therefore meaning she's not the one behind everything.

So at first they probably both would be extremely happy. DAS!Cyn in her own AU upon meeting N first is absolutely terrified that he might hate her after everything the AS made her do. So the fact GD!N would react very positively to her presence would be a huge a relief to her.

Now, the issue is that the "Dormant" in "Dormant" Absolute Solver is in quotations for a reason. It simply lost interest in her as a main host / had no need for her anymore. It still has admin rights over DAS!Cyn and she still has a Solver Form. Though she doesn't use it by choice bc of PTSD triggers (until possibly a specific point in Ep7 but I'm waiting for ep8 to decide).

So yeah I think that would make both GD!N and DAS!Cyn kinda anxious to put it lightly.

(More Art and stuff under cut because this crossover has been living RENT FREE IN MY HEAD)

Also fun fact

@electrozeistyking has mentioned and shown Beanie finding comfort in the sound of her fathers core.

Well funny story.

DAS!Cyn always was comforted by her brothers core back at the manor, when they first reuite at the start of Ep6 and she sees DAS!Uzi summon her Solver wings and tail, her instinct is pressing closer to DAS!Ns chest for comfort. Her memories of the Solver features are very very blurry, but she is triggered by seeing them regardless.

I thought It was cute the girls have that in common, so I decided to draw them and GD!N sleeping with the girls having their heads close to his core :3

OKAY FINALLY WE GET TO THE DOODLE PAGE

I didn't feel like fully making these so they're sketchy doodles :"

The first two are based on Zeisty saying GD!N would probably pick DAS!Cyn up and spin her around. Also you probably noticed between this doodle, the first drawing & the Tiny!N & DAS crossover post, but DAS!Cyn displays flowers on her visor to emote happiness!

The 3rd and 4th are just random interactions between the kiddos lol. I feel like Beanie probably would be happy to have another Auntie, not to mention one closer to her age so they can do silly kid stuff together. DAS!Cyn... oh boy

She would feel a whole range of emotions; grief about missing so much of her brothers life (like he has a kid ffs), guilt and self blame after finding out what happened to Uzi (she blames herself for everything the AS caused, even tho she never agreed to it) which might end up in a "slight" breakdown, anger at the AS for causing GD!N that kind of pain and eventually once she processed all those emotions she probably would be excited to get to know Beanie. Like!! Imagine finding out you have a little Niece!!

She probably would struggle to easily keep up with Beanie bc she still has motor issues like in canonverse so she's a little slower, so it'd be mostly her trying not to fall over her own feet whilst being dragged around by an excited toddler who probably even with child lock is stronger than her lmao.

Also I drew DAS!Cyn in an alternate outfit bc I wanted to actually kinda show the oil reserve canister,,,

Ok wanting to respond to the hashtags specifically bc :)) yay

Also ig this is some DAS lore fact drops lol

Yeah, DAS!Cyn kinda didn't take it well either when she first realized the AS technically can still take over if it really wanted to after she transferred bodies in an attempt to escape. Imagine getting your core nearly crushed in an attempt to flee from robo satan just to find out entity STILL can use you for their bidding. Like!!! Damn that's not fair the kid nearly fucking died trying to break free!!!

DAS!Cyn definitely would want to spare Beanie the horrors too. DAS!Cyn herself is mentally like 7-10/11 at best 6-9 at worst -- despite kids usually just saying whatever comes to mind, she repressed most AS related stuff for a reason, she definitely wouldn't share what she knows with her newfound niece

I feel things would be either super great and happy or super traumatizing depending on when in the timeline we throw DAS!Cyn at them. If she's there during ep 6-7? Oh boy. Oh no. DAS!Cyn & DAS!N have an exchange during Ep7 that would not go over so well if it was GD!N in DAS!Ns place, because it would be awfully similar to GD!Uzis death -- she doesn't die, because DAS!N can't get himself to shoot with her being so close to the AS, despite her literally shouting at him to do it and that she won't be angry, that'll be fine. -- yeah I don't think GD!N would handle that well 😭 Zeisty feel free to get the angst train rolling if you wanna add your two cents on how that'd go over -- any point before that? Probably fine. Post S1? I'd imagine also fine depending on what Ep8 throws at us (except like... look at ideas list for more info*)

I'll assume that'd be Beanie reacting to seeing DAS!Cyn having the Solver tail and possibly the glitching Solver symbol in her visor. Yeah she definitely would try to play it off and go try and hide somewhere until she can get it under control again. High stress or negative emotions causes her Solver to act up (unrelated to the AS, just her own Solver form without the entity controlling anything!!) So what I said above to her reaction to the news of GD!Uzi being dead? And possibly finding out the reason why? Yeah that might trigger her tail and wings to pop out and her to basically be reduced to a hyperventilating ball on the floor because of proceeding to blame herself for all of GD!Ns suffering due to thinking the AS actions & it being a danger are her fault

Other things I kinda wanted to doodle but didn't for now, might do at a later point;

Cyn still has a Solver Core, which is the same as a DD core (except smaller lol). So I was playing with the idea of Beanie noticing that her core sounds different from GD!Ns due to hers being severely damaged and actively leaking after the AS attempted to crush it during the body transfer. DAS!Cyn then trying to play it off

Some kind of acknowledgement of the Oil reserve canister on DAS!Cyns back, it was made by Tessa before the AS did the medurder and stuff. It's supposed to help keep the Solver in check by preventing overheating, hence why its directly connected to her chest where her core is

There was something else but it slipped my mind

Smth I'm not gonna say publicly for now until Zeisty posts something about it and/or eventually posts the chapters bc I don't want to spoil esp not bc it isn't my place to :" (if you're curious, Zeisty, lmk I can tell you in VC or DMs lol) but it partly would possibly be related to the 1st idea listed

* I have an idea for what happens to Cyns original body (the one the AS uses & that wears Tessa) post Ep8 IF Ep8 let's me do it that is. I think it could be fun to crossover that idea bc of GD!Ns ghost sight.... tho it definitely also would be fucking stressful and trauma inducing bc Solver stuff sooo yeah rip (again, if you want I could elaborate in vc or DMs on this bc I want to first wait and see what the season finale brings before I do anything "official" with this)

GD!N reacting to the information that DAS!Cyn canonly shot "Tessas" gun at the AS (well technically at its tentacles. Point being that kid fired a gun/knows how to use one) -- which again could be very interesting if we were to toss them into the same Ep7 bc that's when she does it

Possibly GD!N finding out ab the scars/cracks surrounding DAS!Cyns core bc,,, yeah

Anyways uuuhh heightbsheet bc I'm 99% sure I drew stuff inaccurate

These were actually so fun to draw and think & talk about. I'll post the GD x IC crossover once I'm done with that (yes, yes there is more than what you already saw Zeisty. Not much more but more nonetheless)

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Aaaa I'm glad you liked my rambling couple of headcanons!! The image of reader and cora just in the background while law is doing his scary surgeon of death thing cheering him on and offering potential new crewmates is so funny actually. And I agree there is nothing funnier to me than the idea of getting forced to join a pirate crew like doflamingo's just because you have a vague amount of childcare experience and were nice to a couple kids. I'm obsessed with baby dellinger (I know you haven't met him but he slays) and I like the idea of reader thinking his sharp teethies and horns are adorable and just kind of rolling with their new job and baby talking a bloodied toddler dellinger lmao. Maybe reader is a bit more deranged than everyone thought!

Yeah thank you for sending it in, it's a very fun AU to play with! I thought about it way too much at work today, so I'm dumping all of those random thoughts into this.

I've seen pictures of Dellinger, so I know who you're talking about.

Angel has a tendency to baby all of the kids, so of course that's going to apply to the actual baby. She's always cooing over how cute his little horns and teeth are. Even when he's being a terror, she's excusing everything with: he's literally a baby. You got bit? Well why were you putting your hand so close to his mouth? He isn't even walking yet. If you're getting injured by him, that's just a skill issue on your part. Angel doting on him so much turns him into a major mama's boy.

Anyways onto my random ideas

Angel and Corazon's first interaction is a trainwreck because it happened after Angel saw him chuck Law out a window. Her first order of business is to go get Law and treat him, but the second she's done, she's out for blood. By the time she tracks down Corazon, she's so mad that she grabs the back of his coat and yanks on it so hard that she actually manages to make him fall flat on his ass. The instant he's down, she's grabbing him by the collar and laying into him like, "You are a grown ass man! In what fucking universe do you think it's okay for you to throw one of my kids out of a window?! Law is already sick, and now you're trying to kill him too?! If you so much as look at him again, I'll skin you alive and turn you into a coat!" She shoves him as she leaves, and Corazon just sits there in stunned silence because that was actually terrifying. He thought she was just a nanny, he didn't know she was capable of that. Doflamingo saw the whole thing and it just makes him like Angel more. Maybe she isn't so different from the rest of them after all.

Doflamingo gets all of the kids (excluding Law's stubborn ass) to call Angel 'mom'. Partially because he's so hung up on his whole family shtick, but mostly as a manipulation tactic to guilt trip her into not wanting to leave.

When it's time for Corazon and Law to leave, Angel promises to meet up with them when it's time to go. She says she has some last minute packing to do and will be right back. The "packing" is just smuggling the kids out in a crate (except for Dellinger who just gets stuffed in a purse because he's so tiny) because there isn't a chance in hell that she's leaving her kids to get raised by Doflamingo. Now Law has two embarrassing parents and also three siblings to annoy the hell out of him. He suffers even in the good AUs.

Doflamingo is irate when he realizes what happened and where like half of his damn family went. The betrayal is the worst part, but he's also pissed because he was starting to have a thing for Angel and he's mad that she's with his brother and not him.

[pholla-jm]

Sleepover

IMAGINE: SLEEPOVER~ ZORO X READER (FEAT. CHOPPER) GENRE: FLUFF WARNING: MAYBE SLIGHT CUSSING? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Getting any alone time was rare in the Thousand Sunny. Most of the time Zoro was training while you were hanging out with someone else. You usually did train with Zoro, but you would get interrupted by someone wanting to hang out with you. You didn’t want to be rude so of course you’re going to hang out with them.

Nami and Robin loved to hang out just for girl time. It was definitely a need because you swear that the testosterone was suffocating you. With Franky or Usopp you worked on some invention. You never really paid attention to it that much. With Luffy, you played childish games that you could never get tired of. And Chopper, he was with you a lot. Almost like a toddler would with a mother. You loved to help him roll out or dry out herbs. And you happily listened to what he had to say about diseases and medicines.

When he wasn’t working on his stuff, he would tag along with you. If you had any chores, he would help you. If you were knitting anything, he would try to do something as well.

You could remember the cute dinosaur onesie you made him. He acted like it was the best thing in the world. He had made you a scarf, saying that it wasn’t as cute as yours, but you insisted that it was cuter. You wore it every time it got cold out, making Chopper the happiest reindeer.

Whenever Zoro would see you with Chopper, a feeling would stir up in his chest. It wasn’t a negative feeling. It was one of longing. He would sometimes imagine what you would be like with his children. He knew that day would be far away, but he really hoped that one day he could have a child one day with you. And he knew that you would make a great parent just by watching how you interact with Chopper.

One night, you were by yourself cleaning up the kitchen. It was quiet. No shouting or loud crashing.

While wiping down the table, you feel someone grab onto your shoulders. You slightly jump and turn around to see your boyfriend.

“Oh my god, Zoro. You scared me.” You say slightly tapping his shoulder- which of course had no effect on him. “You shouldn’t let your guard down.” You roll your eyes, “I don’t usually have my guard up when I’m cleaning the kitchen during nighttime.” “But we are docked on an island, anyone can stroll on the ship.” “Well, that’s what you’re here for! To stop anyone from getting on the ship.” You brightly smile at him. “You rely on me too much.” “Would you rather me not rely on you at all?”

Zoro just sighs at your words, knowing that there was no easy way out of this one. If he answered yes, then he would most likely get a cold treatment from you.

Instead, his hands that were still on your shoulders, moved down to your hands. He grasps onto them. “Let’s sleep in your bed tonight. We have the room all to ourselves.” He whispers while leaning closer to you.

A bright blush starts to overtake your face at his words. There was a slight teasing tone in his voice. “But what if-“ “No what ifs. When do we ever get time to ourselves.” He states. You look to the side, “yeah. You’re right…” A large grin crosses his face. “Damn right I am. Now let’s go.”

Zoro picks you up. One arm underneath your knees and the other supporting your back. A blush covers your face again causing Zoro to chuckle. He honestly loves how easily you get flustered. He makes his way over to the girls’ room and drops you down on your bed.

He props his swords against the wall, next to your bed and slides into the bed as well. “Shouldn’t we at least get changed?” You ask and Zoro shakes his head. He grabs ahold of your waist and pulls you against his chest.

With a content sigh, you relax in his hold and cuddle closer to him. Zoro enjoyed the warmth that you provided, the scent of your shampoo wafting to his nose. The steady breathing relaxes him as well. He could feel you make little shapes on his chest. His favorite being the little hearts.

Everything was quiet and nothing could ruin this moment…...

“(Y/N)!” A high-pitched voice screams and runs into the room. The door slams open in the process, causing you to quickly sit up. You and Zoro were on high alert. Until you saw that it was Chopper, in his dinosaur onesie.

“Chopper, what’s the matter?” You ask as he runs over to you. Zoro reaches over to his swords, ready to fight off any threat if needed.

“Oh, you’re here too Zoro.”

Zoro’s head snaps over to Chopper with a slight glare. Chopper doesn’t notice it though. His full attention was on you.

“I had a bad dream,” he starts tears already forming. A pout forms on your lips and you pick him up, placing him on your lap. Your arms wrap around him to comfort him. Chopper immediately returns the hug, finding comfort and security. “What was it about.” “The marines came and took you! We couldn’t find you anywhere… it was like you disappeared.”

Zoro scoffs, “I would never let that happen.” “Thanks Zoro…. Can I sleep with you tonight?” Chopper asks. “Absolutely n- “You cut Zoro off with a swift kick to his leg. “Of course.” You say while placing Chopper in between you and Zoro.

You look over to see Zoro giving you a slight glare, and if you squinted you could see a small pout on his lips. ‘Sorry’ You mouthed to him.

Chopper giggles as he gets comfortable. “This is like a sleepover!” You giggle at his excitement, “almost. How about we have a sleepover with Nami and Robin.” “Yeah! That sounds like fun.”

Zoro groans, causing you to look back at him, “when do I get my sleepover with you?”

A large smile from amusement makes a way on your face. “I promise you that we’ll get a sleepover too Zoro.” A small scoff escapes his lips, “you better.”

You lean over to Zoro and give him a small kiss on his lips. “Goodnight.” You then lean down and place a small kiss to Chopper’s forehead, “goodnight.”

With a sigh of defeat, Zoro gets comfortable again. He looks over to see that Chopper has cuddled up to you and your arms were wrapped around him as well. When he makes eye contact with you, you reach a hand out to him. Still holding Chopper close to you. He takes your hand and scoots closer to the both of you. This would have to suffice for tonight.

Zoro took a mental note to lock the doors next time.

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Okay okay um how about Platonic Yandere Dad Law with toddler reader

(Law interacting with his toddler in public)

I just know that Law's kid is lowkey a menace for everyone. All that attitude in a small body and Law pretends like he doesn't know exactly where it came from.

They're likely quite precocious and all too aware of how cute they are, taking notes from the ridiculous amount of bad influences around them, including Law himself. I'm talking pranks involving asking random women if they're the mom, making Law have to shoot down hopefuls and reassure very concerned women. Occasionally confusing the hell out of men too just to be a shit. Their sense of humor is a tad warped from Law casually rearranging people for so much as looking at his kid wrong.

Can recite verbatim a number of speeches concerning their health because Law will be damned if his kid is anything less than healthy. And forget late night toddler shenanigans cause there's zero chance Law isn't still up doing whatever he does when he isn't managing his crew (children) and the actual toddler.

They're a damn handful but they're his handful.

Naptimes are the sweetest time for him, just laying back on the couch or under the shade on deck with his baby on his chest. The scent of sunscreen thick in his nose.

If anyone disturbs him during naptime for anything less than the literal sun exploding he'll show them how little it takes to kill someone and do it quietly.

Secret #1 rule of the Polar Tang.

Don't wake the baby.

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Guys guys guys its AU time! With older Miles(18) and older Hobie (20). (Also no spider man powers, normal times)

Miles is attending a prestigious University in Northern New York after years of studying and applying for scholarships at Visions. Rio and Jefferson are super proud of him although a bit sadden that their baby boy is now a young man leaving the house.

On the plus side, Miles is SUPER stoke to finally FINALLY have his very own dorm ALL TO HIMSELF! no more cramped spaces, uncomfortable bunk beds or missing shoes (that somehow always made an appearance again when Ganke returned to the room) Miles admits he will miss Ganke but they'll definitely catch up over some games on the PS4 and summer breaks.

But the best part about this university in Mile's opinion is the fact they allow pets on campus and in dorms. Which means he can live his dream of owning a dog. He's always wanted a dog since he was a kid but his parents never thought he was responsible enough to take care of it ( but mainly because Rio and Jefferson didn't want to deal with a toddler and training a puppy at the same time) Now that Miles is grown he's decided its time to make his own decisions. And that decision was to get a dog the moment he moves into his dorm. It took him 2 weeks to get settled in with his belongings and getting familiar with his classes around campus but after that he was heading towards the nearest pet shelter he could find.

And here we enter Hobie Brown! He works at the local pet shelter which houses all sorts of abandoned and neglected pets. From your typical cats and dogs to reptiles, birds, and even fishes, Hobie is there to take care of them all! And on the weekends he playing with his band mates.

Anyway Cue Miles entering the pet shelter and he's immediately greeted with the site of Hobie. They make brief eye contact and Miles freezes in place lost in thought *Damn, I was not expecting to see someone so fucking cool and hot today oh my gosh get it together you're here for a dog you're here for a dog you're here for a-*

"You know usually people tend to rush straight to the pups and ignore me but with the way your staring at me right now I can't say I'm complaining. your face is the same shade as the pups little red rockets back there" Hobie snickers

"Bro WHAT!?" Miles yelled in utter shock. He was NOT prepared for any amount of what was said to him in that moment. "What- I mean- like man- that was the wildest response I've ever-" He stops rambling to gain his composure back. "Look man, I came in here hoping to adopt a dog, can you help me or what?"

Hobie looks at Miles with amusement in his eyes "Sure thing love, straight to the back we go!"

And that was Hobies and Miles first interaction at the pet shelter.

Back to the p o i n t!!!

This is basically a college Miles and pet shop worker Hobie (except its a shelter) AU merged into one. Basically Miles visits the shelter every week looking for a dog to adopt and Hobie shows him around. With each visit Miles begins to learn more about Hobie and his relationship with the animals at the shelter. Like how Hobie absolutely adores this grey African parrot that was left in the cage on the street. Its feathers are sparse and sheds but it loves to mimic Hobies Cockney accent.

Eventually Miles adopts a cute senior black Labrador named Orca due to the white and gray furs around her eyes. Even after getting his dog he still visits the shelter between classes to talk to Hobie.

So like yeah in order to keep this short before I literally write the first fucking chapter of this AU on here.

Miles is in college and develops feelings for Hobie while he helps him adopt a dog. They hang out sometime later and Eventually BOOM they're boyfriends :D

[p0orbaby]

celebrating the twins first birthday!!!

make it fluffy or else 🤺 (affectionately)

First Birthday

a/n: not super happy with this but it’s cute so here you go

warnings: slightly suggestive, pregnancy, mention of things that come with toddlers i.e. spit up, diapers etc

word count: 910

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You had been waiting for today since the twins were born. Well perhaps not the whole three hundred and sixty five days under the circumstances, but pretty damn close.

Wanda and you had gone all out. Balloons, banners, cake, too many presents. Anything and everything that was fit for a toddlers birthday party. You’d even convinced your wife to hire out a traveling petting zoo. ‘It will be good for them. You know, so they can touch the fur and feathers, be tactile’ you’d said, never once looking Wanda in the eyes as you spoke. She didn’t need to think that hard to figure out who the petting zoo was actually for.

And the fun had only just begun when you went to collect them from their cribs. Their toothy smiles and contagiously giggles set the mood for the rest of the day.

Breakfast pancakes in their high chairs turned into a laughter induced food fight that you would normally tut over. But today was different. Today they could do whatever they like and your response would be to pull your phone out the back pocket of your jeans and snap a picture. Their mischief captured forever in pixel form.

“Looks like you two are going to have to have a birthday bath before everyone gets here” you told the twins as you wiped their syrupy fingers with a wet cloth. “Maybe even a short nap after so me and your mommy can freshen up together too”

“Don’t say stuff like that in front of the boys, Y/N” Wanda scolded as she moves around you, sweeping and mopping the floor clean of cooled waffle.

“You can’t understand me can you?” Two sets of wide eyes stared up at you in oblivious amazement. “I thought as much. Now up we get, it may be your birthday but I’ve got some unwrapping to do myself”

Wanda chuckled and shook her head as she watched you peer over your shoulder, winking whilst hoisting the boys expertly onto your hips.

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“And who thought goats in the backyard would be a good idea?”

“My wife, apparently. It’s going great. Billy got scared of the chickens and Tommy almost ate something off the floor I’m certain wasn’t chocolate chips”

“Well Y/N sure is getting your money's worth”

Natasha and Wanda both looked towards you. Finding you crouched ungracefully down with your fingers expertly working at a spot behind a lambs ear.

“You’ve got all this to look forward to now though”

“What? Having my husband on his hands and knees whilst knuckle deep in animal fur?”

“No! I mean birthday parties, diapers, tantrums, teething. All the fun stuff”

Natasha just groaned at the thought of all of that and more to come.

“You could’ve told me some good things, Wanda. Help a pregnant girl out”

“I won’t need to tell you” Wanda prompted Natasha to look back over to your direction with a tilt of her head. And the sight they found made both women weak at the knees.

You had Tommy standing on wobbly legs as you held him up enough so he could have a feel of what looked to be a gecko. A loud laugh leaving his lips every time he touched its scaly skin. A wide smile adorning your own features as you looked at your son in awe. Then there was Bucky a few feet away. He had Tommy on his hip as he watched the boy poke at bubbles floating over to them from the bubble machine Morgan so graciously donated for the occasion.

“See, there are a lot of good things that come with being a parent, you just need to look past the poop and the vomit and the crying”

Natahs hummed appreciatively as she watched her husband interact with one half of his godson duo. She couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach whenever she imagined him holding their child in a few months time.

And just like that, the peace of their secret observations were squandered as you came bounding over. Child in arm and being followed by hoards of children and childlike adults, demanding cake.

“It’s not me that asked for it” was your response to Wanda’s lifted brows. “It’s the kids, I bet even baby Barnes wants cake. Right Nat?”

“Your wife is right, I’m afraid. She’s been kicking as soon as I smelt it when we arrived”

“She?” You asked. Excitement laced in your voice. “You guys found out already!”

Bucky chimed in “Mhm, last week”. His free hand splayed across his wife’s stomach, as proud as can be.

“You’re gonna get the runaround Buck. A little girl with Nats looks? Oof you’ll be batting everyone away. Might even have to keep the twins on reigns”

“Nope, she won’t be dating. Never ever”

“You say that now but you’ll never be able to say no to her. Trust me. I’ve tried with these two”

“Babe, they can’t even speak yet. Now is the best time to say no because they can’t answer back”

“Don’t listen to her Billy. Your mother doesn’t have a clue what she’s talking about”

As you walked off, Wanda could definitely hear you muttering something under your breath. Nothing bad she was sure, but she would have fun coaxing out of you later. Later, after the twins are asleep and their first birthday down in the history books as being a success.

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Solstaire would let out a string of swears when he gets hit with the wrench. He’ll accept the apology, knowing damn well how nervous he was when he first ended up here. He’ll even offer to fix that broken ray with some scraps he has lying around. Lunara, is a mix of jealous and fascinated by this nice and stable version of himself. He enjoys poking and prodding at Peanut.

And Infero does absolutely nothing to sound less ominous or evil. Vim, however, loves to soften Infero’s image. Just runs in and demands uppies, which Infero does with no hesitation. Then Peanut and Clipsy get subject to a thousand questions by Vim, while Infero just sighs and lets this happen.

Pyroclasm, chronically incapable of thinking things through, rips a random pipe off the wall and starts chewing on it in the background. Causing hot steam to blast out like a horror game. Amalgam pokes his head out and ominously giggles, before slipping back into his little workshop. Don’t know what RS Solar is doing. KC is out doing charity work. Frostbite’s at her place.

MR Moon is just like “We have a portal?!”. To which the Computers chime to confirm that yes, they do. They haven’t bothered inspecting that part of their programming because it didn’t seem important. Solar Flare’s the first to ask why Clipsy and Peanut are here.

Clipsy has managed to successfully speedrun the adoption process. Moom, Mama Sun, Dadcode, and Papa Bear accept him and Peanut with open arms. They can stay as long as they like. Moom also blacklists Clipsy’s dimension immediately. The kids, meanwhile, adore Peanut. Especially Toddlunar, grownup versions of him are the coolest!

Torp just sighs and halfheartedly complains about having to arm and beef up the security system. He tells them that, despite looking like a weird Moon, he doesn’t have access to the portal, so he can’t blacklist anything.

Antumbra will have to be told to cut it out by his comfort big guy Moon, because the self-hatred is strong in this one.

Ursus insists. Clipsy’s injured, she’s in perfect health. They’re traumatized and scared, she’s got a therapist. They came with practically nothing, she’s got everything she needs. They need that bed more than she does. 

They’re very lucky that lunara didnt take Clipsy smacking his buddy as a personal offense- that would cause some issues. I know you mean prodding like in a verbal sense but I immediately just thought of lunara actually physically poking Peanut to try and figure out his secrets. Clipsy would be very flustered but thankful for the offer to fix the ray, since he did just assault this guy and being offered help after that is a bit surprising

Piper looks back at these two assholes making this situation seem so much worse and then looks back at the other two and tells them most of the family is harmless. Clipsy asking if that thing that just peeked around the corner and giggled like a serial killer was just a friend. He’s only being half sarcastic.

When asked Clipsy will go on his whole spiel about what happened, in the same somewhat nonchalant tone.

Awww the idea of peanut interacting with the kids is so adorable. He’d have a lot of fun interacting with them! Seeing a little toddler version of himself would be so cute to him. He’s glad that he is so excited to see a grown up version of him.

As long as there’s a good security system, they’d be at least slightly out at ease. Though they’ll still be nervous about him potentially coming through and causing problems for torp.

He needs to stop him from inflicting his self hatred on this random guy they just met. That’s not how you make friends XD

Clipsy argues that what happened wasn’t exactly traumatizing, which just makes it sound worse- Clipsy is way too used to moons nonsense. If Ursus is stubborn enough though they’ll cave to avoid further arguing with someone doing them a favor

[thewritersaddictions]

Request: The Adults: Eddie Munson- Christmas Morning

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Pov; Chrissy Cunningham

Warnings: Christmas Time, kids during Christmas, Christmas Morning, toddler and baby, (Eddie and Chrissy are aged up), fluff, cuteness, opening gifts, snowing outside. Not a part of the Stranger Things Timeline season 4.

Summary: Christmas Morning is the best day of the year when you have two little ones.

A/n- Firefly-Graphics for dividers

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Christmas 1996 

Christmas Eve night had been a crazy one. Parents rushing to wrap the left over presents. Trying desperately to get their children to bed so that they could in fact put the presents out for them. Pretending Santa was harder than it always seemed.  

That wasn’t all either. You had to hide all of those special gifts from your kids as all. Finally, our kids second Christmas movie had ended. Our five-year-old daughter Charlotte, had opted to sit in her father's lap for the past two movies and had all but fallen asleep singing along with most of the songs that played on the tv. Our 9-month-old son, was latching on to me, his small hands wrapped around one of my fingers. He was out cold snoring just a little like Eddie did when he was sleeping.  

“Charlotte, are you ready for Christmas?” Eddie asked as I started to search for the remote to turn off the tv. “Daddy I’m so excited to get my presents.” Charlotte said with a big yawn passing past her lips. I smiled over at the interaction between the two of them. I was able to find the remote and turn off the tv. Callum our son was heavier when he was asleep, so I went to get up but the weight kept me down on the couch.  

“How about we get to bed so Santa can come bring all those presents you’re getting.” Eddie said, setting Charlotte down on the floor. Her Christmas jammies were a bit big on her, but she looked so damn cute. Eddie got up, reaching over to me for Callum. Eddie took Callum, and I got up reach out my hand for Charlottes smaller one.  

The four of us walked to their room. Eddie set Callum down in his crib and I walked Charlotte over to her bed. She yawned yet again, and got into bed. Her stuffed animals that surrounded her bed, kept her warm along with the few couple blankets she had on her bed. Eddie came over to us, kissing her forehead “Merry Christmas, baby.” Before he hugged her and stepped back so I could do the same thing.  

She closed her eyes and out like a light. Snores from both of our children was the only alert we needed before we slightly shut the door. It was rather late at night for the two of us. Eddie was normally asleep hours ago, with me following not so long behind him. “Merry Christmas Chris.” Eddie said as we went back out to the living room. “Eddie, Merry Christmas.” I said going in for a hug. Eddie was always so warm, and so tall it felt like huge blanket. “Where did we put all their gifts, baby.” Eddie asked me. I laugh in the hug and move to get out of it.  

“Behind the couch. You know where the kids wouldn’t go looking.” With a shake of his head. He was moving to get behind the couch. Everything was put into bags. Less chance of the kiddos getting to the presents if they wouldn’t see them. Four bags Eddie pulled out from behind the couch. Everything already wrapped besides a few new things we had gotten in the past few days for the kids and each other.  

While Eddie put the wrapped things underneath the tree, I grabbed the wrapping paper, scissors, and the tape. It looked just like what my Christmas had always been. Many gifts with every one of them having such a great meaning behind them. “There’s just a few that need to be wrapped, sweetheart.”  Eddie said, the pile of gifts growing with every present.  

Eddie and I both knew that for the kids it wasn’t really about what got, but rather the tearing into the gifts. Charlottes first Christmas she was only six months old and she didn’t care about any of the gifts she cared about the paper and the boxes that everything came in. We assumed that Callum would be the same way, too young to understand that the gifts that were in the boxes, and the paper was what was to be played with.  

This would be Charlottes third Christmas and Callum's first. Eddie had told me on our first Christmas married that he had a hard time with the idea of getting gifts, but he loved giving them. He loved that he was able to afford and give his wife the best things she deserved, then when I was pregnant Charlotte, he grew to love Christmas a little more. Adding another only made Eddies heart grow a little bit more.  

I wrapped the gifts that were left over as Eddie finished setting out the gifts under the tree. “Eddie, should we eat the cookies that you and Charlotte made?” I asked. I had watched the two of them make the cookies. “To be honest I saw Char, get a little heavy handed with the flour and sugar.” I said looking over at Eddie. He was sitting crisscross on the floor, curly black hair put into a low bun. His expression was just as I excepted. “How about we just tear a piece off and throw in to the trash.” he said with a small laugh. “You think it’s that bad.” I spoke.  

Looking over to the tray that had the milk and cookie on it. “Shit, we need to write a note from Santa.” I said, “How about this Eds, I’ll see if the cookies are edible, and deal with that. You can write a note for both the kids.” I suggested. Eddie smiled, “If you dare to see if the cookies are good go for its baby. I’ll write the note.” He said before getting up and kissing my forehead. Going over into the desk he dragged a few pieces of white paper out, and I got up dropping the wrapped presents under the tree.  

As Eddie wrote, his handwriting fancier then mine. I looked down at the cookie. Somewhere in the shape of stars, trees, and snowman. So cute, the earlier events replaying in my head. Her giggles and Eddies encouraging words. I smiled and reached down grabbing a cookie. It wasn’t bad, so I took another bite and I was hit with a rush of sugar in my mouth. “Definitely a lot of sugar, eds.” I said with a mouth stuffed of cookie. I heard him laugh.  

I set down the cookie, “Come over here, and eat a cookie baby.” I said, “No... No, you just said it was hyped up with sugar. I don’t need a sugar rush before bed doll.” Eddie said, still he was writing. I sipped at the glass of milk, and grabbed a cookie. Walking over to him “Can I at least have a kiss from you again.” I said, he turned to say of course I just had to shoving the cookie in his mouth.  

His eyes blow out with shock, and he coughed a bit at the inhale of sprinkles and sugar. In a muffled voice I heard the little “Chrissy” Mumbled by cookie. Then his face changed, from shock to contentment, and back to shock. He swallowed what he had eaten. “Damn that’s not bad.” He spoke. I laughed. “See I told you so, are you almost writing those notes. I wanna get some rest before Char is coming in to wake us up.” I say as I look over his shoulder. Handwriting perfectly written out.  

“Yeah, do you wanna read it, or do you want me to read it off for you.” Eddie said. I thought for only a second. I love Eds voice, so calm and sweet like honey.  “Yes, read it out to me.” I spoke. I moved, to stand next to me but I was dragged into his lap. So, there we sat. He read out the letter to me, both even though we both know that Callum won’t understand or care about it.  

After that Eddie and I put the note within their stocking on the mantle. In fuzzy socks we traveled back to our bed. The bed was made from the morning, and the thousands of tiny pillows that Eddie complained about were thrown off the bed. Eddie stripped off his t-shirt, and got underneath the covers. His tone chest was all I saw before I slipped the lights off and got under the sheets.  

We fell asleep tangled together. When we woke up the next morning it was to a jumpy toddler on our bed. “Mama, Papa, Wake up... It’s mornin time.” She said bouncing on our bed. Eddie was always groggy in the off days he had no work. I on the other hand was up in the later days with the Callum, used to the crazy jumping alerts that came with both kids.  

Shaking Eddie awake Charlotte hung over him. Her faces inches from his, and when he opened his eyes, the smile on his face grew for his daughter in front of him. “Good Mornin’ love bug, are you excited?” Eddie asked, his hands coming to support her tiny body. “Duh Papa, Can I go wakes up Callum with you now?” She begged Eddie, “Let me think.” Eddie said to our daughter he closed his eyes and had a pensive look on his face. Charlotte was a lot like Eddie, dark flowing curls that now at the age of 2 came down to her ears. Just like Eddie she was impatient as all hell. “Papa are you almost done thinkting yet?” She questioned him. I couldn’t help but laugh at my husband and daughters' interaction with each other.  

Finally, an answer from Eddie, “Fine we must get Callum up, but you have to help with him, okay?” Eddie said as he curled a piece of her hair around his finger. “Yay, papa.” She screamed. Eddie blinked his eyes a couple of time before telling Charlotte to move from her spot-on top of his so he was able to get up. I on the other hand was already up and out of bed, getting a warmer set of clothes on. Eddie and I locked eyes from across the bed. “Morning baby.” he said his voice still a little deep with sleep. “Morning Eds.” I returned back, with a warm smile on my face. As Eddie and Charlotte went to leave the room, I was brought into the first kiss of the day.  

A warm and soft lips coming to press into mine. His hand gently coming up to my cheek cupping it. A rather romantic touch as Eddie was forced to pull away as our daughter tugged him in the direction of her room to awake her brother.  

For me I stayed in the same spot for a moment. Stuck in the love-struck way I had felt in my bones. Eddie’s touch on my neck, and his lips on mine. I shook myself away from the thoughts, and on forward. Coffee was the first step of this morning.  

Coffee was brewing when an excited daughter, and a tired toddler came out of the hallway with their father. Callum in Eddies arms, and Charlotte her pjs had been fixed as she eyes the lite up Christmas tree. “Can I have pancakes mama?” She asked, I bent down the coffee finally down brewing. “Of course, Char!” I said kissing her forehead lightly. Eddie when I looked up had fixed Callum in his seat. “Whatever must Callum want.” I said, turning over and looking at my husband.  

“Hm, I’m sure that Callum would love some of those pancakes, along with me.” Eddie said to me. I giggled, my blonde hair in a loose bun on top my head. I was sure to make us two cups of coffee. Pouring each with Eddies arms wrapped around my waist. A kiss on my neck and cheek. Smiling I set a cup on the table for Eddie.  

Morning breakfast was served and I cut up Charlottes pancakes for her, and Eddie sat down next to Callum to feed him. Tiny bits of pancakes smeared in syrup. I watched as Charlotte ate her foods like she hadn’t been feed in years. Callum was trying to take the tiny spork away from his father's grasps. I sat down on the couch.  

The tree glow still even in the early morning. The second that Charlotte was done eating she jumped from her chair and was down in front of me. “Can we open presents now?” She asked. Her blue eyes large under the rest of her expression. The only thing she gained from me. Her eyes, so pretty and beautiful. Looked over at Eddie. “Can she?” I asked him. I didn’t want to start without Eddie or Callum. 

“Give Callum and I a few second love bug.” Eddie said looking down at our daughter. She frowned but jumped up on the couch with me. “Can we watch the tv, for waiting for papa and callum?” She asked me, I smiled down at her, wrapping my arm around her. “Of course, baby.” I said, taking the remote and turning the tv on. A cartoon already playing kept Charlottes attention until Callum is done eating, and Eddie comes back with Callum in a pair of pjs.  

Eddie sat Callum down on the floor, Charlotte moving down onto the floor to stay next to her younger brother. Eddie moved to sit down next to me. His cup of coffee sitting on the side table. “Alright kiddos. How about we open some Christmas presents from Santa.” Eddie said moving a present in front of Charlotte and Callum.  

With Callum only being nine months old, it was harder for him to unwrap gifts, or really understand any of the concepts of Christmas. Charlotte on the other side, was ripping into presents. Showing them off to her younger brother, and us. Smiling about each gift. The pile grew with each gift that was unwrapped.  

Along with Callum gift. He wasn’t sure of some of them, but most were stuffed animals. Some puzzle games that were larger than normal. With the gifts under the tree dwelling down, only a few were left behind. “Char, can you hand papa the gift back there.” Eddie said pointing towards the back of the tree.  

“Here you go papa” Char said to Eddie. Wrapped together was a small long box with a bow tied around the box. “Merry Christmas Chris.” Eddie said handing me the wrapped gift. “Oh eds.” I said before tearing into the wrapping paper. When I open the box and the wrapping paper was thrown around the seat. I moved everything out of my way. Before opening the long velvet box, I looked over at Eddie. 

 “What did you buy?” I questioned him.  

“Just open it Chrissy.” He said to me, I opened the box, and when I looked down it was a beautiful gold chain. With the date of our marriage and the last name Munson in cursive. “Aw, Eddie it’s prefect. I said to him. Tears had started to form in my eye. “Do you want to wear it now or later?” Eddie asked me. “Now, please.” I answered handing him the box back before moving the strained hairs out of his way.  

With the clasp of the lock in place Eddie pressed a sweet kiss to my exposed neck. “I love you sweetie.” He said against my skin. “Oh Eddie, I love you too.” I turned and kissed him. This kiss instead of this morning's kiss was long and meaningful without being interrupted by the children. His soft lips pressed against mine, as we molded together for what seemed like the first time.  

When we pulled away from each other I asked Eddie if he wanted his gift now or later. He said later with a wink before we returned our attention to the kids on the floor. Paper all over the place but a happy feeling was placed in my heart, as Eddie intertwined out finger together.  

“Merry Christmas” We both said to the kids.  

Completed on: 01/05/23

Posted on: 01/06/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

[abbinurmel]

.... Y'know what's so infuriating? This COULD work. Rather it could have and SHOULD have worked, it should be made, this should be happening, if we are stuck with this era of rehashes and returns to old IPs, then we OUGHT to be adapting books like this, in order to drum up small child literacy and interest in classic books and imagination more. It WOULD work as a family movie. I have seen it. There have been plenty shorts made, charming little animated shorts in many different styles.

And, while there have been few, there DO exist some cinematic features /reboot series that when they were done with love, LOVE, even if they reinvented the wheel of very simplistic lore, they still inflated a tiny baby book into something grander and more entertainingly complicated that was still beautiful and new and interesting for adults and kids alike, without losing the core message and timeless vibes( see Del Toro's "Pinocchio", nearly each version of "The Little Prince", most 'Winnie The Pooh' animations that was ever done in 2D, "Where The Wild Things Are" in the 2000s, and "Green Eggs & Ham" on Netflix.)

Were this done, with any ounce of common sense and actual thought beyond a greedy brainless exec's random shower thought and a jump on AI for half a fleeting second- You could have instead something MAGIC. Or at the barest of bones, "very cute and harmless adaptation for toddlers to remind them that a book exists."

This, isn't that. This is cynically pathetic.

Instead of this gross monster we could have:

-a stop motion flick or short, or any kind of experimental animation that maybe would even exist without dialogue it could be a beautiful little music video or short that could go before a film in a theater, with enough perfect time to tell it's simple little story.

-a live-action film that's done with a little bit more drama, maybe about a child who's using his purple crayon to escape reality, leaning on to topics like coping with childhood divorce/death/escaping abuse, or at least simpler childhood miseries like bullying, bad grades and boredom at school

-a cute, funny kids movie about a boy who already has that crayon and its magical effects and kingdom are all visually imaginary to everyone else around him, but in Harold's mind everything is real, and some new friend one day at school interacts with him and learns hey this is actually "true" after all, in say a less sad and tamed 'Bridge to Terabithia' way, and it's a story about reclaiming your imagination or not forcing yourself to grow up as quickly so much as a kid.

-Or if you wanted to be literal fantasy with it, go like 'Pete's Dragon' or god forbid 'Out of Jimmy's Head', where Harold DOES operate a magical kingdom/can care for magically drawn purple crayon pals, and UH OH someone got the crayon stolen, or UH OH Harold made the mistake of giving up drawing and so his crayon drawing world friends come to OUR word and wacky doodled cartoon hijinks ensue...

-Or, you want to be edgy with this?? Do you want to go there buddy you want to be super duper adult and edgy there buddy??? Make a horror film. Make a god damn awesome horror film about it. Make it about a kid who grew into a psychopath and has schizophrenia or whatever mental illness horror movies unfairly tap into all the time, he's delusional and is creating split personalities and voices in his head and someone has to decode what he means by all this on paper, are the delusional creatures real, is his 'alternate drawing world' real, can you enter into it from the other side or through dreams like in a Silent Hill kind of way?

-Maybe the crayon is possessed by spirits, maybe it's a talisman to protect him in a dark fantasy "Neverending Story" type of world overrun with demons and shadows and he already lives there, it's a gritty high fantasy and he has to save his realm from some evil forces with the power of childhood innocence? ...And maybe this epic adventure yarn is all revealed with a twist that this journey is all SYMBOLISM, based inside a child's head as he creates some doodles in his notebook, pulling something meta and clever akin "The Lego movie"?

-what about a really really really sad drama movie, where you do the whole "Terabithia" or 2000s "Wild Things" angle, and you just smack us over the head with Despair. Don't even pretend this is for kids really, it's going to go the "Big Fish" route, make it about a really really sad lonely kid dealing with all kinds of terrible things and it's not humorous at all, and he says he's going to draw a better world for people and he uses this as a way to cheer up others who are also dealing with their own trauma and despair and loneliness. He visits kids with cancer, he visits lonely elderly people at the end of their life next door, he visits his alcoholic father who's giving up on life and abandoned him, and he shows them drawings he's done depicting 'The Better World' he's created for them, and they learn lessons, like in "Amelie" or "Chocolat"...It leans onto the sad orchestral music and channels all the Robin Williams "Patch Adams" sorta beautiful, sappy just almost TOO saccharine wistfulness but oh gosh darn it it's just so emotionally RAW and beyond good Academy Acting, and the movie ends with the kid dying of some tragic beautiful illness or something and he draws heaven before he passes away in bed, and the audience sobs and sobs their poor little brains out, mmyes DELICIOUS...

-Maybe he's a wizard's apprentice or something like that in another realm, he's going to use the crayon for good but evil spirits in the crayon or a villain team don't care for his agenda and do evil when they become sentient/snatch it away, and he has to stop his own creations or the villain from mucking about in the real world?

.... I have just conceived several concepts completely out of the blue, while sitting on the toilet I might add. Not that you needed that image. But just going to show how much more interesting I could make this movie just on my own without barely lifting a finger and I am not a professional storyteller in any way. Totally aware that some.of these ideas will subjectively be better or easier to execute well than others, and, that is entirely the point, that you have a medley of options, no one choice is going to please everybody, but here is a story choice and a trailer that doesn't, please, ANYBODY. That's how freakin lazy this is. Jeesh.

every time I look at what movies are coming out I get tireder

[azlrse]

Hello!! Since requests are open, is it okay for me to request sun/moon and freddy with a magician Animatronic reader? They're the new addition to the pizzaplex and they perform like "spells" and stuff, giving out wands to kids! Similar to something you'd see in Harry Potter world. They would give the boys like little performances whether it'd be with the little kids as well or not and maybe the kids ship them? Idk just a thought!

In a Magician's Heart (Glamrock Freddy x GN Animatronic Reader)

CW: jealous Freddy and fluff!

A/N: I don't write (yet) for sun/moon sadly so they're not yet included. Also this is terribly written cause I'm still in my writer's block :'((

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Loud cheers and children laughing were heard when the band passed by one of the party rooms of the Pizzaplex. Many children were in awe by your magic tricks and keep on asking for magic wands as a souvenir from you. Looks like you're new in the building, an animatronic who's has the ability to cheer and make children happy not by music but by magic.

Wearing the usual outfit that most wizards wore, covered with so many glitter that shines whenever light was present, you became a popular animatronic after your debut. Many parents wanted you to be in their children's birthdays. Often times you didn't have time for yourself or meeting the others.

But one particular animatronic wanted to meet you in person, he likes the way you interacted with children inside and outside of the party room. There were times that you are spotted sitting beside the lost toddler at the daycare while waiting for their parents.

Now back at the present, the entire band was watching you at one of the occupied rooms, performing magic tricks for the entire children. "Alright, and this one is for the celebration herself. Brace yourselves as I pulled out something from my hat!" Placing your hat infront of the crowd, you pulled out a Roxanne Wolf plushie from the small hat and the little girl's eyes went wide in happiness (hours ago, her parents told you that her favorite Glamrock animatronic was the infamous Roxanne Wolf).

Your heart melted as the birthday celebrant ran over towards your tall frame and hugged your leg. "Thank you thank you, (y/n)!! How do you know that Roxy was my favorite?" She spoke while hugging the huge plushie on her arms. Instead of telling the truth, you winked at her and placed a finger on your lips. "A magician never reveal it's secrets, my dear. Happy Birthday!"

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Freddy spotted you walking towards your room, covered with stickers and confettis. Maybe this is his chance to introduce himself to you! After all, you looked quite lonely so a friend won't hurt you. Right?

"Hey, (y/n)!" Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw the lead singer coming towards your way. "Hi! Aren't you the one that the children were talking about hours ago? I see that every kid here really likes you and your group!" You said while shaking his hand.

Freddy felt a bit flustered yet soft by your compliments. A compliment will definitely make his day so much better so hearing your cute compliment makes his heart soften up. "Yes, that's me and thank you for the compliment. I really appreciate it." Damn, you never knew that the popular bear was so cute up close.

"I'm sorry if I couldn't meet with you guys ever since my debut here, it's been busy since the first day I arrived here."

"No no, it's okay (y/n). We were also busy as well so no worries, superstar!"

The two of you talked for hours while taking a seat at one of the benches. You found out that the both of you are fond of little kids and their happiness matters for the both of you. How Freddy kept on talking about his other friends and the songs he came up for their performance on the next day.

And since that faithful encounter, you just realized that you just earned a friend, not just one but 3 more. Your lonely days no longer was filled with loneliness and sadness but rather, with sounds of laughter and the feeling where you are not truely alone. You even showed your friends a few magic tricks as a way to practice and to see which parts are needing of change.

However, your friendship with the lead singer had blossomed into romance when the entire group knew that he liked you. They always noticed the way he looked at you; love struck eyes staring at you as you performed some of your tricks in front of the children, his lingering touches whenever the both of you hangout and even smiled when a kid shipped the both of you, even claiming that it would be cute if the both of you became a couple.

A couple....how cute was that?

Freddy hoped that someday, the both of you will enter in a loving relationship. He daydreams of so many things if he becomes your boyfriend; endless cuddles and kisses, being there with each other and being smothered with lots and lots of love. One day, he will be braved enough to tell you how much he loves you.

However, he felt something uneasy when he notices that you were talking to someone else other than him. The way you laughed at Monty's jokes and being shy on his teasing remarks, not knowing that it's just platonic. So he consulted to Chica and tells her what he felt towards the both of you. He's upset, sad and a bit angsty. She knew right away what her friend felt; jealousy.

Jealousy? Is this what jealousy felt like? For the first time, he felt that strong emotional other than being infatuated and in love towards you. "Don't worry, Freddy. (y/n) also liked you! Go confess to them before you lost your chances!"

Despite his jealousy towards the both you, he asked you to talk to him alone in a secluded area and finally confessed that he really likes you. Hearing his confession makes your heart swell up and relieved that your closest friend also had romantic feelings for you.

"Wait a minute, from what I saw minutes ago, is it jealousy I sensed from you?" You smiled slyly as Freddy began rub his hand against his shoulder. "You could say that, starlight. I thought that you liked Monty and lost my chances for me to be with you. I hope you wouldn't find that as an annoyance." He said as a sheepish smile appeared on his face.

You didn't answered his reply but placed a kiss on his face, a sign that you truly loved him and had your eyes on him and him alone. "Don't worry, you are the only one who took my heart." The both of you walked towards the Rockstar Row as your friends watched the commotion. "So, can I call you starlight from now on? You know, as my endearment towards you?" You smiled and leaned closer to his shoulder. "Sounds nice, Freddy dear. I would love that."

As time passes by, your popularity rose up when news got spread that you are Freddy's lover. You were shocked as more and more parties are booked just to see you in action. Magic tricks and sparkly glitter can be seen as children gather around to witness the special show. As a bonus, the kids within the party will burst in happiness when Freddy visited the party room you were in.

Looks like the lead singer just won the hearts of many, including yours; a magician's heart.

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Commander Buir: Chapter Three

TFW your gene donor accuses you of identity theft

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Cody doesn’t have much to do, really. He’s there as insurance for if things go wrong. Shmi gets a few credits out of the crew for repairing the ship’s caff maker, and maybe makes a friend in the engineer.

Cody has Anakin when Shmi doesn’t, and with no battles to fight and no war to coordinate, no saber to practice with and no brothers to banter with, all they can do is… grieve. Cody has his remembrances. Anakin meditates, though it sends his tiny body to sleep as often as not. They don’t talk about it, really, other than to let each other know if there’s a sore topic for the day.

Cody carries him about, and at least once, Shmi cries and cries and cries in the relative privacy of the fresher on their shared room.

He and Anakin go to the galley that day. Cody can’t think of a damn thing to do other than take Anakin around the room and teach him the Mando’a he remembers. Anakin, in turn, tells him the words for those same objects in Huttese. It’s a back-and-forth, a challenge, and it doesn’t take their minds off of things so much as it gives them somewhere to point their restless energy.

When Cody trains in the free space between crates in the hold, people watch. Mostly, they watch because Cody lets Anakin sit on his back as he does pushups, or ties the toddler to his chest as he performs kata. He doesn’t have any weights or a partner who knows what they’re doing, but the thirteen or so kilos of resistance is better than nothing. Skywalker keeps up a running commentary, trying to get his mouth to work the way he wants it to. Mostly, he talks about droids. Cody doesn’t mind, and the crew seems to think it’s cute.

They get to Druckenwell. They switch ships. This freighter is larger, and headed for Denon, carrying bulk medical equipment. There’s more hired security on this trip, and one of them eyes Cody’s plastoid with suspicion and derision that he wants to wipe off their face. He doesn’t, because he’s an adult in every way that matters, and he’s got to keep an eye on two people who cannot, in their current states, effectively defend themselves.

There isn’t a shooting range, but this ship has a rec room that involves a space he’s told is for some practice called ‘yoga.’

Nobody uses it.

“Do you know how to throw a punch?” he asks Shmi.

She forms a fist and mimes a mockery of a punch. She smiles when he gives her his best neutral expression, and says, “I had my share of street fights as a slave child, but I’ve never been taught how to fight properly.”

“Would you like to learn?”

The woman looks down at her son, who shrugs. “Cody’s good. He always whi—uh, he always made sure the shinies knew how to fight right.”

“I’m not a drill sergeant or even an ARC, but I didn’t get my rank just by being good at requisition forms,” Cody says. “If you want to know how to defend yourself, I want to teach you.”

“For Anakin’s sake?” She asks. It’s not the first time she’s tried to frame Cody’s kindness to her as something done for his friendship—such as it is—with Anakin.

“I’m not used to have this much free time,” Cody admits. “So it’s for my own sake, to cure the boredom, but also because I always prefer knowing the people around me can defend themselves if need be.”

“You’re not used to… civilians,” she says, the words resting oddly on her tongue.

Cody shrugs. She’s not wrong. Senator Amidala had been deadly when necessary, and even Senator Organa had at least been able to hold his own, for all that he and his were more suited to espionage than any kind of head-on fight. Other than those two, various local resistance groups—Syndulla came to mind—and a handful of medical professionals, Cody wasn’t used to interacting with anyone outside the GAR for longer than a few hours.

He certainly hasn’t ever been friends with someone like that, before.

It’s odd, and new, and he worries incessantly about Shmi running into trouble she can’t get out of the way a brother or a Jedi could have.

She smiles at him, and reaches across the table, and rests her hand on his. She meets his eyes. “You can teach me to fight if I can teach you how to budget for daily life instead of war.”

“That’s more than reasonable, ma’am.”

“And I need to teach you how to cook,” she adds. There’s a glimmer in her eye, and the edge of a smile. “I can’t have the father of my child feeding him nothing but rations and take-out, after all.”

Cody blanches.

--

Denon is larger than Druckenwell, and more heavily monitored than Christophsis. It’s an ecumenopolis, like Coruscant, which means finding a way in is easy and finding a way out is the opposite. It’s a pain in the ass to secure passage, because Cody doesn’t have contacts, and he definitely doesn’t have legal identification or permits for his weapons. The smugglers all have their preferred security already, and the legal freighters all hire through official channels, through corporations and guilds.

He’d just buy a ticket, with the leftover winnings and random cash he’d earned on the two previous trips, except the official ships want a passport and the unofficial ones won’t trust a Mandalorian without a chain code.

They just need to get to Coruscant, but for the time being, they’re stuck on Denon.

(It could be worse.)

(They could still be on Tatooine.)

He teaches Shmi how to fight, and she shows him how to cook. He guards her as they shop for groceries, and she walks him through how to barter at market. He teaches both of them Mando’a, and they both teach him Huttese.

It’s a holding pattern, without a proper way to make money, but Cody doesn’t know anyone here.

And then someone shoots at him.

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So… Cody’s not stupid.

He’s had his moments, like anyone, but he’s good at what he does, and he wouldn’t have gotten rank without a hell of a lot of situational awareness, cleverness, and skill.

Cody knows there’s something dangerous about to happen. Someone’s following them, though he only catches the edges of movement and flashes of color. He can’t confront them, not with the Skywalkers in tow, and that means he can’t just turn and get a good look. Anakin’s tense and aware of the lurking danger, but can’t identify it. Shmi pretends she doesn’t notice, because a child’s discomfort is dismissed, and Cody can hide behind a helmet, but anyone following is going to see Shmi’s reactions without trouble.

Unfortunately, Cody is not psychic, and cannot dodge blaster shots coming at him from behind without leaving the Skywalkers exposed.

Fortunately, Anakin is.

Cody is shoved out of the way, and the stun bolt sails harmlessly past. He swears, pulls his own blasters, and crowds Shmi and Anakin behind him. Anakin’s crying, unable to control his body’s responses to the stressors, and Shmi is making herself small around her son. Cody tunes them out, eyes scanning the rooftops, but he can’t spot the attacker.

“General—”

“I d-d-don’ know!” Skywalker wails. Cody grits his teeth, tamps down his irritation, and focuses. Skywalker genuinely can’t control this right now. Big emotions for a tiny body.

“Shmi, move,” Cody says. “I’ll cover your back, just get moving towards a crowd. They waited to shoot until we were—”

He hears the whining of engines, and he shoves Shmi and Anakin back before he consciously processes the noise. He can’t pay attention to them after that, because a heavy, beskar-clad boot clips his shoulder on the owner’s way down. He’s a little preoccupied.

Armor, mostly silver-bare of paint, with some edging in blue. Baggy, grey-blue kute. Familiar.

Very, very familiar.

Cody grimaces behind his helmet as he blocks blow after blow, and thanks his lucky stars that he’s one of the best hand-to-hand combatants in his generation. He actually had been trained directly by Prime a few times, and that comes in more than a little handy right now. His plastoid cracks when the beskar hits, and even deflecting the punches is jarring to his bones. The fight isn’t as ugly as it could be, but it’s not pretty either.

He finds himself in the air on the power of someone else’s jetpack, and he has to twist and kick to make the shabuir drop him. He grabs onto a fire escape as he drops, slows his descent, and mostly avoids fucking up his ankle as he hits the ground and rolls to his feet.

“Don’t suppose there’s any chance of talking this out?” Cody shouts, channeling General Kenobi in an attempt to buy himself time to catch his breath. He can’t start a shoot-out, for all that Fett shot first.

“Identity theft isn’t exactly a crime Mando’ade take kindly to, so I’m not keen on talking it out,” Fett growls out. He’s got a blaster out. Great. “The hell kind of rumors are you trying to start?”

“I’m not,” Cody says, putting his hands up. It’s even true. “I don’t like you, but I didn’t pick the face I was born with. I have made zero attempt to claim I’m you.”

Fett’s helmet tilts just slightly, and Cody fights the urge to sigh.

“Can we do this without the guns?” Cody tries. “Believe me, I’d love to shoot you, but I need to get a kid to Coruscant, and I’d rather not risk getting shot by the Mand’alor before we’re even halfway there.”

“I’m not the Mand’alor.”

Cody rolls his eyes where nobody can see. “Well, I’m not letting Viszla claim the title, so you’re it until something better comes along.”

“I. Am not. The Mand’alor,” Fett grits out. “There is no Mand’alor.”

“In that case, the closest thing they system has to a Mand’alor is Kryze,” Cody says, flat as he can. He can’t imagine this is a new argument for people to throw at the Prime. Cody is actually tempted to follow up with something about how he wouldn’t mind swearing loyalty to the Duchess and taking on some kind of Protector role, but that might actually have Fett trying to kill him for real. The man’s always had mixed feelings on the woman. Sometimes, he almost seems to approve. Sometimes, he hates her. It’s too high a risk. “But fine. Not the Mand’alor. Still not putting the kid at risk because you’d rather shoot first and ask questions later.”

“I’m not that impulsive.”

Anymore, Cody says, in the safety of his own mind. There wasn’t a clone on Kamino that hadn’t heard of Dred Priest taunting Prime about who really turned Galidraan from a tense stand-off to a firefight that killed hundreds.

“Helmet off,” Fett orders, and Cody wants to punch him.

“Not here.”

“All that talk about me being Mand’alor, and you won’t even listen to a measly little—”

“I was denied the option of being Mandalorian,” Cody says, and he can hear how cold his voice is even through the vocoder. “I was denied the option of being a sentient being. I was bred and trained to follow orders, sir.”

There’s poison in his words, but he thinks it’s hurting him more than Prime.

The blaster wavers. It goes down. “What do you mean, bred?”

“CC-2224,” Cody says flatly. “That’s the only name I had until I was six. You do the math.”

“…Kyr’tsad?”

“You think they would tell their soldiers they can’t be Mandalorian?” Cody scoffs.

Fett shifts, and finally puts the blaster away. He crosses his arms. “Fine. You got a place?”

“Depends. You got anything that can keep it private?”

Fett nods.

“Shitty hotel room,” Cody says. “I need to find the kid.”

“Yours?”

Cody doesn’t answer that. He just walks off, and lets Fett make his own decisions.

(Continue on AO3)

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A Hairy Situation /blurb/

AN: i had this in my drafts for about 2 weeks but hadn't proof read it until now because i wasn't sure if this concept was any good. i thought it may be weird but it was inspired by a tiktok i seen. also i just spent 30 minutes proof reading this and my computer decided to restart so i had to proof read this twice. at least is small so it didn't take too long to restart.

This story contains: talks of pubic hair, light embarrassment, reassurance

{ dad!harry - husband!harry - daughter age 2 }

word count: 608

While you're taking a relaxing bath, your daughter runs into the bathroom and decides to point out the fact you have pubic hair.

You're relaxing in the bathtub after a long day of running around with your two year old daughter. She really keeps you on your toes and makes you exhausted by the end of the day, each day. But your husband Harry is a true saint. He helps out with so much and you couldn't ask for a better partner. Like right now.

Harry is currently chasing your daughter around, trying to help her into some pajamas for bed, but she keeps running away from him. Her bare butt is flashing him as her curls bounce up and down. He wants to get aggravated with her but she's just too damn cute. Her little giggles fill the halls and before Harry knows it, your daughter runs right into your master bedroom and into your bathroom where you're our in the bath.

Before Harry has time to catch her, your daughter enters the bathroom and sees you laying back in the tub with your feet propped on the edges. You turn your head when you hear a laughing toddler and say, "What are you doing missy? Thought your daddy was putting your pjs on you?" She's seen you naked before so you don't even try and cover up. You are her mum after all.

Harry comes rounding the corner and enters the bathroom out of breath. Then he sees your daughter standing by the tub talking to you. Which he smiles at, watching the mother-daughter interaction. You look up behind your child's curls to see your husband standing there and watching. Hating that they bothered what was supposed to be a relaxing bath for you, Harry apologizes, "Sorry, love. She ran away from me before I could snatch her up."

"Its alright babe." you giggle.

Then out of nowhere, your daughter blurts out while pointing in the tub, "Mummy, yah got hair on your bum." Your face freezes with embarrassment. Did your child really point out the fact you have pubic hair and call your vagina your bum?

Harry has to hold back a laugh, not wanting to make you upset. Then he steps forward and scoops up the naked baby saying, "Okay, time to go little one." He looks down at you and mouths a 'sorry'.

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Minutes later, Harry finally got your toddler dressed in her pjs and put to bed. You've gotten out the tub, doing your nightly routine. Harry comes back into the bathroom and wraps his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder, and looking ahead in the mirror.

"I can't believe she pointed at the fact I have pubes and called it my bum hair. How embarrassing." you mutter as you rub moisturizer on your face.

"She's only two love so don't feel too bad about it. She'll probably forget by tomorrow." Harry speaks softly in your right ear.

"Are you sure you don't want me to shave? I mean I could if you get tuned off by the hair or something." you question your husband, now feeling a bit insecure that you even have pubes.

"Baby, baby, baby, I don't care if you have pubes or not. I have pubes. Everyone has them. You don't need to shave for me, ever. Only if you want to, okay?"

"Okay, you're right. But I still can't believe she had to point to them and say I had butt hair." you laugh. Your laugh causes Harry to laugh behind you and you can feel his chest vibrate on your back. You love when you can laugh and make light out of embarrassing moments together. That's why Harry is your bestfriend, lover, and partner for life.

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So, Part 4! Devoir it as you will, you hungry ghosties!

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Tim quickly turned his attention to the only girl of the group of four, Dania. ´Who named these kids?’ She was currently locked in a staring match with Cass. Steph  was egging them on from the side. Tim didn’t know who won but they were now signing at a rapid pace, surprisingly fast for a three year old, while Dania babbled between actual words and toddler sounds. 

Blinking, he realized she was holding two separate conversations… happily chatting about waffles and food with Steph all the while signing, about the best places to hide and surprise others, with Cass.  

Tim felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized he’d just witnessed the making of a new trio of the Bat brand of Birds of Prey. The sound of arguing grabbed his attention, turning away from the forming nightmare, Damien was demanding Dick stopped referring to him with childish nicknames while Dick cycled through every name he could think of that mangled Damien’s name. Shaking his head, Tim surveyed the Batcave. 

The second oldest mini Bruce was no where to be found. Slightly panicked he was about to call out to the others, when a tug on his belt startled him into looking down. Danyal was staring up at him or more specifically, his wrist computers. Calming his heart, Tim slowly sat down and held out his arm to the kid. 

Tim blinked, when Danyal’s eyes literally sparkled in glee as he latched onto his arm, turning it this way and that, inspecting it. Getting over the fact that the kid had snuck up on him, Tim started showing Danyal some of the features of his wrist computers. It was kind of cute, how the kid nod and stared at him in awe, as he took in everything Tim said. 

*****

Tim was confused. Danyal, Danny, had been glued to his side since the first night they had all arrived at the manor. It had been three days and, aside from patrol, the bathroom and the rare occasion he fell asleep, the kid had refused to leave him alone. Or if was bed time, the Danny would go sleep in Damien’s room. Outside of those instances… Tim had a constant shadow, always asking questions about the tech he used or the cases he was working on, even going as far as throwing a fit when Tim had to leave for work at WE. 

Tim had tried to leave before Danny woke up, the day before but somehow he had been in the car. Tim had only realized he was there, when the back door of his car opened and Danny hopped out. By then it was to late to go back. Danny had, once again, become Tim’s shadow. 

Everyone at WE had been confused and the date scheduled for the Gala to introduce the four kids had to be pushed up due to all the tabloid drama. 

Tim found he didn’t mind having someone to teach, it was nice to be the one to be looked up to for once and Danny was good company. He liked being an older brother. 

*****

Danny was fascinated by the tech in this new dimension. It was far more advanced than their old one, aside from some their parents more advanced inventions, they couldn’t wait to get their hands on some of the stuff he saw in the cave. 

Tim seemed to be the one who fiddled with them the most and was a well of information, that Danny could not and would not be separated from until they had consumed everything their new brother could teach them. 

They would also make sure Tim slept more… by drinking his coffee every chance he got! To heck, five year olds can’t have coffee! He missed the other half of his life blood damn it! 

They hadn’t had coffee for the last five years, the crusty fruitloop never had any at his bases and the only tea available was a non caffeinated kind. Besides, Tim needed more sleep and, arguably, human interaction and Danny got, paid for their unknown service in, coffee and knowledge. It was a win/win in their book. 

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What if when Damian was younger say 5-6 or so he demanded a little brother. After his Mother refuses Damian in a moment of child like wonder asks the Lazarus Pits for a baby brother.

And the pits listen?? It Spits out baby Danny who is wondering why he’s a baby and where he is now.

Then a 10 year old Damian shows up at the Wayne’s with a half-dead toddler.

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Heyyyy. As a request can I ask that you do a small enemies to lovers bullet point au with Jaehyun or Yuta if it’s ok and your not busy.

Hi !!!!!!!!!!!

Idk if I did this right but I had too because I need to write an e2l with Jaehyun and I have way too many assignments on my hands plus I feel the need to experiment with writing styles + post ;)

Yuta will be linked here as a kinda part 2 whenever I write it

also!!! This is a kinda British au where my lazy ass can’t figure out the American or Korean system and ofc there’s a lot of swearing and ofc I have to use British slang (Dw u can just Google that) anyways below is a brief summary of the British school system I’m following here

primary school | ages 4 to 11

secondary school + sixth form | ages 11 to 18

university | ages 18 to 21+ DISCLAIMER !!! This is not a part of start up

not this taking me 3 whole ass week to write

Sooo

You met Jaehyun when you were a child

not even a child, A TODDLER

Luckily your parents only ever interacted with themselves and didn’t force you two together as you both would blow raspberry’s at eachother and keep arguing like

“Teddy’s better” “no frosty is better!” “No teddy’s better” “no frosty is better”

aka. The first and last time your parents even dared to put you in the same room

ok time-skip to secondary school (yes we using the British system here) y’all were 11 and kept on getting detained for fighting in the common rooms (cafeteria)

some of your friends and fellow schoolmates even made bets on wether you two would fight over a certain thing or two

worst part was that you were literally in the same classes 6/5 (you see my joke there 😏)

In English, y’all would be fighting over wether the word was spelt wrong and had to be shut up by the teacher giving you a detention

then at lunch you would walk up to your friends and be like “That ugly assless mf got me a detention again”

and he walks up to his friends like “that pathetic petty bitch got me a detention for the 400th time this fucking year”

aside from the secondary school shenanigans, y’all would’ve never guessed they you applied for the same university

my g (yes that is my vocabulary) became a part of the resident American frat-wannabes because before you met him, he used to live in America for 4 years which matches the fact you both met at the age of 4.

anyways

apart from the ‘will y/n and Jaehyun sort out this beefy shit’ club and the annoyingness of Jaehyun, life was ok

except that the only thing you were talked to about by another student was the annoyingness of Jaehyun or the beef u two got

one Monday you were just in your way to your dorm room when you heard a cry coming from one of the empty classrooms

Do to your insatiable curiosity, you had a lil peek through the door

you couldn’t believe your eyes

there in the middle of en empty lecture hall was your demise, Jung Jaehyun, sat on the floor crying alone with his knees used as a shield for his reddening face.

you swore Jaehyun was you enemy but you couldn’t just leave him like this

so

you quickly opened the door of the lecture hall and ran straight to Jaehyun gently putting down your bag (bc of the laptop ofc) you kneeled beside him

”Yo Jaehyun what’s wrong” you said in a way that you wanted to state that your still enemies but you’re actually concerned

“y/n…” he said but stopped as his voice started cracking

he sounded frail

as if he was an egg shell that could break in a matter of seconds

and so with the worry clearly evident in your voice you said again (damn why tf dis shit sound like Shakespeare language) “Jaehyun.. what’s wrong”

and he just sat there

then he suddenly mustered in the most whisper-y of whispers “you’re wrong y/n. why the fuck do you have to be so cute all the time.” He snaps :0

then you just sit there like (and the woman was too stunned to speak)

“Bruv, my g, u just called me cute”

and he’s like “yup”

an then you talk for a long time until you realise it’s literally curfew

and your like

”nice talking, its curfew Jaehyun”

and he’s like “can I just go to yours instead, I’ll feel lonely and I mean what I said earlier. you are really a-fucking-dorable”

You think for a sec and realise you don’t have a roommate and your like

“let’s go I guess, but don’t try anything cheesy”

(You can imagine what happened in your dorm 😏)

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BABYSITTING WITH HIM

characters ♡ oikawa, tendou & sakusa

tw ♡ children, cursing & mentions of arson

TŌRU OIKAWA

♡ he is pretty much a professional babysitter, or so he thought

♡ which is why he accepted when you asked if he could help you take care of your nieces/nephews for the weekend

♡ i mean, he takes care of his nephew all the time so how hard could babysitting possibly be? it was basically a free pass to spend the day with you 

♡ however, he began to regret his decision as he sat on your couch and realised that he wouldn’t be able to get even somewhat intimate with you when there was constantly an annoying little boy clinging to his arm, asking him if he had any games on his phone

♡ “sorry, kid.” oikawa smiled, clenching his jaw to hide the rage but it wasn’t very effective, “i’ve not got any games. maybe you could go play with your toys or something.” 

♡ he let out a sigh, making the mistake of thinking that would be the end of their interaction

♡ “can’t you just download some?” the boy retaliated

♡ you snickered, watching as the energy visibly drained from oikawa, yet he still wore his frighteningly bright grin

♡ “i’ve not got any storage.” 

♡ “then delete some of your apps or photos.” the boy said with a shrug, then proceeded to point at oikawa’s home screen, which happened to be a picture of him and you in front of an ethereal sunset, “start with that one. you both look like dorks.”

♡ you and oikawa’s unified gasps of offence were enough to show the boy that he was able to do exactly what he intended; piss y’all off

♡ hence, with a final mischievous snicker, he dashed off

♡ “i hate kids.” oikawa muttered, inspecting his homescreen to see if he really did look like a ‘dork’, “what is his problem?”

♡ “what if our kids turn out like that?” you joked 

♡ his eyes widened momentarily, turning to look at you with an uncharacteristically sheepish expression, “our w--”

♡ “mr kawa!” a cry could be heard from the kitchen so without hesitation, you both hopped to your feet and rushed over there as quick as you could 

♡ once you both reached the area the yell came from, you were fortunately not greeted by anything gruesome 

♡ instead, you both got to behold two children trying to reach the top shelf with the power on friendship; the taller boy was standing on a chair, while the toddler held it still 

♡ however, his grip on the jar of the Nutella must’ve loosened at some point as it now lay dejectedly on the ground, half spilled across the tiles and the other half drenching the toddler, not that they seemed to mind though 

♡ in fact, it looked like they were having the time of their — albeit, short — life

♡ the container was only plastic, hence you didn’t have to worry about shards when you darted over to the poor, chocolate-covered baby and scooped them up into your arms, “are you guys, okay?!”

♡ “yeah.” the boy chuckled, noticing that holding the toddler was transferring the chocolate onto you too

♡ “if you wanted nutella, you could’ve just asked.” oikawa sighed, helping the boy get down safely from the chair before putting the object back at it’s intended spot at the dinner table 

♡ “you could have gotten seriously hurt! i thought you would know better than to do something like this.” you scolded, becoming even more furious as the baby continued to playfully slap your face with their grimy hands, “please don’t do that again.”

♡ before they boy got the chance to do anything besides murmur a vague apology, oikawa interjected, “they won’t get the chance.”

♡ and he was right

♡ after cleaning everything up (including the child, which took forever), you didn’t let either of the rascals out of your sight until your duties as babysitters were complete 

♡ “i think we handled that pretty well.” oikawa mused, gathering his stuff along with you as you both got ready to leave

♡ “yeah, maybe we should do this again sometime.” you suggested, but it was followed by a few second was complete silence

♡ until you both burst out laughing 

♡ “yeah, never again.” you agreed

♡ “the kids can take care of themselves.” oikawa said with shrug, offering his hand to you, before you both strutted out of the disaster house

♡ ever since then, it was a common inside joke between you to, when in the vicinity of a kid causing mayhem or being a nuisance, whisper to each or exchange a look that says, ‘it’s a great day to not be babysitting.’  

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ at first, you thought that asking tendou for help babysitting would be a bad idea bc he is just as hyperactive as the damn kids sometimes so he’d probably not be the best influence 

♡ and you knew this bc one time you happened to run into him while out in the park with the kids and you asked him to watch them for literally a minute so you could run to the bathroom but when you came back all you almost had a heart attack because tendou was teaching them fkn tricks on the monkey bars 

♡ however, you then realised that if the kids were busy committing arson with uncle tendou, then they wouldn’t be bothering you 

♡ so here you are, playing monopoly with your boyfriend, a seven year-old and a one year-old

♡ well, it was less like monopoly and more like debate class since none of you could agree on the rules

♡ “well, uncle ten,” the older sibling began, in a very matter-of-factly tone, “if i burn your property down, then i  don’t have to pay you for landing on it.”

♡ “but then you also go to jail.” you pointed out

♡ “not if the police don’t catch me.”

♡ you burst out laughing, meanwhile tendou kept his business face on, “good point, but watch this.” tendou spoke as he rolled the dice, though no matter what if he got a number between four and seven, he would end up landing on somebody’s property

♡ he got a four

♡ picking up his piece, he moved it across each square individually and once he was due to land on your property, he knocked his piece over

♡ “whoops, i slipped.” he chuckled, though his friendly aura immediately dropped as he looked you dead in the eye and said, “i’m suing.”

♡ “you can’t sue me because you tripped!” you yelled 

♡ “i guess i just fell for you.” he said, resulting in the kids both making gagging noises before he stuck out his hand, “100 monopoly dollars, please.”

♡ “like i said,” you tried your best to stay strong and not laugh at his shitting pickup line, “i’m not giving you any money, you fell!”

♡ “i guess we’ll have to take this matter to court then.” tendou said, tapping the shoulder of the one year-old who was currently chewing on a 500 bill which you quickly had to confiscate 

♡ “judge, do you think (y/n) owes me 100 monopoly dollars for poor health and safety conduct?”

♡ “yes.”

♡ “that is the only word they know how to say!” you cried, begrudgingly handing over the money 

♡ “thank you, angel.” tendou cooed, adding your singular bill to the pile he had already stored up; the winner of the game had already been decided 

♡ and although you and the seven year-old kid both cried later after getting your asses kicked in monopoly (the one year-old cried too but they were just hungry), you all went out to get food and actually had a pretty good time

♡ it became a routine for tendou to help you babysit whenever he got the chance and y’all would always play table top games

♡ also when tendou got accepted into culinary school, he’d teach/show the kids what dishes he has learned to prepare and let them help by stirring the pot, adding spices etc etc

♡ and even when he moved to Paris, on special occasions, a box of chocolates would suddenly appear at the kids’ door and all the little pieces would be shaped and moulded into some of their favourite characters or made out of their favourite flavours 

♡ and at one point the kids even insisted that you teach them how to make chocolates so they can send some back to uncle tendou <33

♡ they weren’t the best, but when tendou received the misshapen, slightly stale chocolates at his apartment, addressed from you and the children, he cried

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

♡ his first response when you asked if he could help you babysit was ofc ‘ew no 🤢’

♡ needless to say it took a lot mansplain manipulate malewifing to convince him to come over 

♡ but once he did, obviously he was in his full protective gear; there was no way in hell he was going to catch whatever germs the little goblins have

♡ honestly he almost sprayed a chid in the face with hand sanitizer when they came running up to him with open arms, trying to give him a hug 

♡ which was unusual because the kids don’t tend to be overly friendly with new people, but you just brushed it off and figured that sakusa must’ve been an exception

♡ during his time babysitting, sakusa spend most of his energy trying to avoid the children at all costs that it basically became a game of tag, with you helping the child try to reach sakusa, and him hiding

♡ but honestly you couldn’t complain since the whole time the child was playing, they were safe with you rather than playing with fire 

♡ until later you were reminded of their odd fondness for sakusa when they insisted that sakusa carry them to their bedroom when it was their nap time

♡ and as you were shifting through the books, looking for a story to read, it hit you why they seemed to be so familiar with sakusa

♡ it’s because he looked exactly like the prince in one of their favourite story books; same hair, both tall and they even had similar moles to each other

♡ upon noticing this, you immediately showed sakusa and was quite amused

♡ in fact, he found it so cute that he gave both you and the toddler a lil’ kiss on the cheek, as a parting gift — mask off and everything

♡ he ended up reading the story and the kid fell into deep slumber by the time he reached the second page

♡ letting out a sigh of relief, sakusa slumped onto the ground, allowing his own eyes to flutter shut for a moment, “what a day.”

♡ you shuffled over to you could lay down beside him, “indeed it was, prince sakusa.”

♡ “shut up.” he teased, poking your rib slightly before absently intertwining his fingers with your own

♡ next thing you knew, you were both awakened by the sound of a grumpy toddler...