#My son in a bat onesie

[shattered-glasswork]

my son :3

Inspired by @pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid's onesie ask event thing!!

[lazycats-stuff]

U know those adorable videos where big brothers are the most gentle and just keep picking up and kissing their baby sibling no matter if the baby was sleeping or not? I imagine babybatbro (triple B lol) will be napping next to Bruce in bed and then which ever batbro will come in and steal the baby with no explanation hehe, I'd like to see something like that with all 4 batbros please

Awww... My heart, my cold heart is melting slowly but surely... So much fluff...

Summary: (Y/N) loves to nap, but everyone keeps picking him up.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, minor cursing,

Babies are wonderful little creatures. So cute, adorable, extremely cuddly, kind of defenseless, but one hell of a boost for serotonin. Babies were also a source of anxiety. Whenever (Y/N) cried, one of the boys or Bruce or Alfred would check on him and would gently shush him and try to figure out what was wrong with their little brother, son or grandson.

Usually it was easy, but sometimes it was a little bit more complex. No one ever said that raising a child is an easy feat. It's incredibly difficult, but also fulfilling at the same time. You get some incredible memories on the way and a nice cuddle bug who to a certain degree has a calming effect on you.

Of course, while the baby is calm and sleeping.

Speaking of sleeping, (Y/N) loved to nap. Whenever he could nap, he would. Public, home... It does not matter where they were, (Y/N) would nap. Even when the press was around and was loud, if it was nap time, (Y/N) was out cold. It was funny to see it and nothing but hunger or a soiled diaper would wake him up.

More importantly, the little bat or little shit if you ask Jason, loved to sleep next to someone in bed. And considering the fact that every member of the family needed a nap, (Y/N) was a perfect person to nap with. Some said that (Y/N) was like a cat. You know, eat on time, sleep on time...

Almost like a little kitten almost.

And when (Y/N) was asleep and cuddling with someone, those who weren't napping would take the little baby. At this point, they only used nicknames like little bat or kitten.

Now, back to the napping situation.

Whenever (Y/N) was napping with someone, the others would just take the little baby into their own arms and slowly move away from the original napping person. Yes, it may sound confusing.

For example, if (Y/N) and Bruce were napping, Jason would come in, sneakily take (Y/N) into his arms, gently of course.

The first time anything like that happened, Bruce was napping with (Y/N), in Bruce's room. It was quiet and Jason wanted to see his little brother. So what does on do to go get his little brother? He sneaks into Bruce's room and ever so quietly takes the napping baby into his arms and slowly sneaks out of the room to go to his own room.

When Bruce woke up he looked for his son. He found him with Jason after 10 minutes of searching. Jason simply waved at him while (Y/N) was slowly waking up in his arms. Bruce just sighed and left to get some coffee.

Jason chuckled quietly and cuddled his baby brother who was waking up, slowly cooing and squirming in Jason's arms and Jason nearly puked from the atomic bomb that (Y/N) has dropped at the moment in his diaper.

" Oh you cheeky little- " Jason cut himself off with a gag before going to (Y/N)'s room to change the diaper and not die from the smell. He gagged as he undid the diaper and threw it in the trash. He is weak. He is Red Hood, but he is weak. However, this could be considered as a bio weapon.

Jason cleaned (Y/N) up, who was wiggling his legs and giggling. Jason smiled and then put on a clean onesie and then took him into his arms.

The second time that taking a napping little baby happened was when Jason was napping with (Y/N). He was sleeping in his room, his brother in his arms. And who dares to disturb them? Damian. He wanted to spend time with his little brother.

So what does Damian do?

After a second of planning he sneaks in and ever so gently takes his little baby brother into his arms, shushing him gently in Arabic when he started fussing. Then, Damian, slowly made his way to his room, gently humming to him to keep him quiet.

Once in his room, Damian started cooing to (Y/N) in Arabic. Yes, Damian has said to Bruce that (Y/N) should know Arabic. It's a language worth knowing, what can he say?

Once Jason woke up, he was pissed. Whoever took (Y/N) was a bastard. He grumbled as he started looking for his baby brother. He glared when he entered Damian's room. And more so when he saw Damian smirking, in the condescending way.

" You are weak Todd. What if I was a burglar? "

Damian was lucky that (Y/N) was in his arms.

Third time when it happened was when Tim took (Y/N) from Dick. Dick was sleeping on the couch, which was outstretched so it could accommodate Dick and (Y/N). It was a nice, rainy afternoon, perfect for a little nap with a little, warm and cuddly baby.

So that's what Dick did.

He took his little brother into his arms, laid him on a couch, covered him with a blanket and closed his eyes. He put his arm over his brother and fell asleep quickly. It was nice to fall asleep with his little brother and the sound of rain falling.

Well, it was nice until Tim popped into the living room.

Tim also wanted to have his brother in his arms. Everyone hogs the poor baby and Tim needs to make sure that he has his time with the baby too. Tim ever so gently picked his little brother up and left to his room. But not before leaving Dick a note saying where (Y/N) is.

When Dick woke up, confused as to where his baby brother is. Safe to say, he wasn't a happy camper when he saw what has happened. More so at the note. He just grumbled and went back to napping.

And the fourth time when (Y/N) was 'kidnapped' was when Dick took (Y/N) from Tim. The two fell asleep while they were watching a movie. And Dick, very gently took his brother into his arms, happy to have his brother back.

And once of the best things about (Y/N)?

He could sleep through anything as he was a heavy sleeper. He rarely ever made a sound while he was sleeping. So Dick took his brother back into his arms and simply left. And without a note even. Dick laughed in his room afterwards, happy to take his revenge.

This was all some revenge, but not a vicious cycle by any means. It was nice, fluffy, harmless revenge. (Y/N) was happy to be cuddled and held, especially during napping. And if it was a competition between the brothers...

Oh well.

[babydollmarauders]

1 + 2 = “NOT AGAIN!”

part of the el!hughes au

summary: in which jack and y/n (lovie) are pretty happy, but are even happier by the end of the day.

my fingers tremble as the back of my knuckles graze over the soft and supple skin on the cheek of my three month old, whom rests in his bassinet.

“what are you three doing today?” my husband lounges on the bed, his own hand sprawled on my sweatpants clad thigh; while i sit on the edge of the bed beside him.

“i think your mom is planning on taking El out to the water,” i reply, voice soft as i stare at our son, “and Leo and i are gonna go shopping.”

“shopping?” Jack inquires. the linen sheet falls down his toned stomach as he sits up to look at Elio in his bassinet, whose eyes crinkle when he sees his father.

“yeah, i need new clothes. don’t i? yes, i do. yes, i do.” my tone is squeaky and high pitched as i direct my sentences toward my baby.

the bedroom door squeaks as tiny toddler feet slap against the floor, running into the room and clambering up onto the bed.

“daddy! uncle winny ‘time to go!’” El stitches together through labored breaths, her chubby cheeks red from the exertion of running.

“uncle quinny says it’s time to go?” Jack deciphers her words, pulling the two year old into his lap as she tries to peer into the bassinet.

“mhm!” she hums, much too distracted by the baby that has scrunched his body up and opened his mouth into a yawn.

setting our daughter aside, Jack rises from the bed, hissing when i poke at a bruise on his hip as he stretches out his limbs.

he received that particular bruise as he was tending to Eleanor last night; running into her dresser as he navigated the darkness of her room after she woke up from a bad dream.

“lovie,” he grunts, batting my hand away and stepping back, “how would you like it if i poked your bruises?”

jaw dropping in disbelief, i scoff, “you do! all the time!”

a mischievous smirk spreads across his lips, accompanied by a chuckle, “i know.”

i scoot up the bed, El clambering into my lap and resting her head on my shoulder as i watch Jack bound around the room. from the closet, to the dresser, to the en-suite, and back to the dresser, until he’s dressed and ready to head off to the rink for training.

walking back to the bed, he dips down to peck a kiss to the top of El’s head before pressing his lips to mine in a goodbye kiss. when he pulls away, he turns and leans down even farther in order to kiss Elio’s chubby cheek.

“call me if you need anything,” he speaks, gathering his gear bag off the top of the dresser, “i love you, girls.”

“and you too, Leo!” he hastily adds as he leaves the room, just in time for his brother to call from the bottom of the lake house steps.

“Jack! let’s go!”

“i’m coming!”

**

a smile twists at my lips as i watch my toddler cuddle up to her grandmother, her eyes trained on the princess movie that plays on the living room tv.

“hey momma,” i start, catching Ellen’s attention as i pass by the couch, “i’m heading to put Elio down for nap.”

“okay, honey.” my husband’s mother nods, “i’ve got Eleanor, why don’t you go ahead and take a nap too?”

“yeah, maybe.” i shrug, “thank you.”

with the three month old in my arms, i climb the stairs, turning into Jack and i’s room at the top of the steps.

in a post-feed haze, Elio’s eyes are struggling to stay open and alert, rather crossing and fluttering shut before he pries them back open. the sight makes me smile softly, gently transferring him to the bassinet by the bed. almost immediately, his eyes fall shut and tiny little snores fill the air as he finally drifts to sleep.

i sit on the edge of the bed, admiring the infant in his little blue onesie as his fingers twitch in his sleep. and in a motherhood haze, i quickly lose track of how long i’ve sat, just watching him sleep.

“you get the snoring from your father.” i whisper, a loving gaze in my eyes as i scan his face.

“he does not! you snore like a freight train!” i hear from the doorway, my head snapping up to look behind me and finding Jack stalking into the room; closing the door behind him.

“okay, we both snore.” i concede, watching as my husband sets his gear bag back in place upon the dresser and strips down to get in the shower, “but i do not sound like a train!”

“no, you’re right.” he remarks, “you sound more like a helicopter.”

“i do not! i snore like the delicate angel that i am.”

“angel? yes. but snorer? also, yes.” Jack chuckles.

“we get it, i snore.” i huff, “how was training?”

“it was fine. i just need a shower and a nap now.”

i suppose he should enjoy naps while he can. it’s easy enough for him to have one right now.

“did you go shopping?” he asks, disappearing into the en-suite before i hear the shower water turn on.

“yeah! lemme show you what i got!” i leap from the bed, swiping the shopping bags off the floor by the bedroom door.

“shower fashion show.” my husband states, “i’m sweaty and i’m not about to listen to you complain about how bad i smell.”

“good idea.”

he hops in the shower as i bring the bags into the bathroom, dumping the contents upon the counter. and for the next fifteen minutes, i’m in a flurry of quick changes and listening to his comments of ‘oooh’ and ‘i like that’ and ‘you look so good in that, lovie’.

“use my conditioner.” i tell him as i step into a new article of clothing, “your hair is getting dry from the lake water and the sun.”

“copy that.” he calls out, and i turn around just in time to see him squirt a dollop of my expensive conditioner into his palm.

“okay, last outfit!” i announce, and he turns his head to look at me as i twirl.

“that’s pretty.” he comments amidst rinsing the product from his hair.

“hey, babe?” i study myself in the mirror as i speak, turning to the side. my heart races, and i’m fairly certain i can feel it knocking around against my ribcage as Jack hums in acknowledgement as he turns off the water, “does this skirt make me look pregnant?”

i watch his reflection in the mirror as he steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist as he studies my figure.

his brows furrow, face pinching in confusion as he analyzes my stomach; a small tummy left over from Elio’s birth nearly four months ago, “no?”

“‘cause i am.”

his entire body goes rigid in the mirror, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“say that again?” he chokes out, and i finally turn to face him as an anxiety ridden smile plays at my lips, tears gathering in my eyes.

“i’m pregnant.” i repeat, “again.”

Jack steps forward, wet hands plastering to my hips as his eyes dart between my stomach and my face.

“you’re sure?” he questions, receiving a nod in reply, “but we’ve only- the once- and i-”

“the once is all it took,” i shrug, resisting the urge to gnaw at my lip in worry, “i went to the doctor today before i went shopping, just to confirm what the test said a few days ago…. i’m 10 weeks.”

“three kids,” he breathes out, “oh lovie, how are we gonna do this?”

“with a lot of help from your parents and luke?” i tell him, but it comes out as more of a question than a statement. “how are you feeling?”

he blinks a few times before finally looking me in the eyes, pulling me flush to his dripping chest, “happy? scared? excited.”

“yeah?” my smile widens into a grin as his forehead drops against mine.

“yeah,” he reiterates, “we’re having another baby.”

Jack grins, his hands snaking down my hips until he reaches the crease between my ass and my upper thighs. lifting me up, my legs wrap around his waist as his lips crash against mine.

he steps forward until my ass rests on the counter, his lips trailing away to leave open mouthed kisses down my neck.

my breathing picks up, my heart pounding as my fingers sneak into the hem of the towel around his waist.

it’s at that moment that a faint cry echoes into the bathroom, alerting us that Elio has awoken.

“better get used to that, stud,” i laugh as Jack pulls away, a whine escaping his lips as he throws his head back in complaint, “because we’re gonna be getting interrupted a whole lot for the next eighteen years.”

**

“hey, Quinny,” i call out from the living room couch as he stands from his seat, glancing over as he hears my voice, “are you going upstairs?”

“i wasn’t planning on it, but i can?”

“can you grab Elio’s pacifier? there should be one in his bassinet, but if not then there’s some in my nightstand.”

“yeah, be right back.” Quinn jogs up the stairs, waving his hand up in acknowledgment when i call out a thank you.

the entire household is lounging in the living room, a child friendly movie playing on the tv. Trevor, Cole, and Luke build an intricate castle out of blocks with El, whilst Jim and Ellen sit on the other side of the couch, with Jack sitting beside me, and Alex sitting in an arm chair. Adam, Luca, Mark, Ethan, and Dylan all sit in chairs that they pulled in from the dining area, laughing at the sight of their friend taking building blocks with his niece very seriously.

“Trevor, stop. if you put that block there, it’s gonna fall!” Luke huffs, knocking the red block out of Trevor’s hand and onto the floor.

“you’re gonna teach baby Hughes bad things! stop hitting!” Trevor argues, making Cole roll his eyes as he continues building another wall of the already ginormous castle with El.

“your uncles are silly,” Cole tells El, tone serious and no baby voice in sight, “we don’t argue, do we? you and i, we make a good team.”

“she’s two, of course you get along with her!” Trevor grunts, “but if you were paired with mr. hot hands over here, you’d argue too!”

“i’m only hitting you because you won’t listen!”

the entire living room full of people is practically teeming with laughter at the scene on the floor.

“WHAT THE HELL!”

everyone freezes, the room falling silent as we all turn to watch Quinn bound down the steps.

his face is paler than usual, his eyes wild as he glares at my husband. my eyes dart around, scanning his stiff form. my body tenses as i see what’s clutched in his hand; the ultrasound photos from my doctors appointment just this afternoon.

i forgot i stuck them in my nightstand drawer. fuck.

holding them up, he glares at his brother, “NOT AGAIN!”

“hey! it takes two!” Jack pawns our small son off to Ellen, leaping from the couch and holding his hands out in front of him in attempt to placate his older brother.

“you really cant keep your hands to yourself, can you?” Quinn gruffs, “that’s practically my little sister! the poor girl can’t catch a break!”

“she’s my wife! and that night was her idea!” my cheeks flush as he announces our escapades to the room of our friends and family, “how were we supposed to know that would happen?!”

“well you’ve already had two! i think you should know by now how it works!” Quinn hisses.

“okay, can we just calm down?!” i snap, standing from my seat and facing Quinn.

“you two should be using protection,” Alex mutters from his seat. shaking his head, he looks over at Trevor and Cole, “i swear she gets pregnant every time he breathes on her.”

“shut up,” Jack growls, glaring at his best friends as they all snicker.

“you’re pregnant?!” Ellen shrieks, making Elio twitch in her arms. she looks down at the bundle in her arms, her voice softening “oh sorry, sweetheart.”

“we weren’t planning on telling anyone yet.” Jack sneers, eyes glaring daggers at Quinn.

“but yes,” i smile, looking around the room as i begin rubbing my husband’s shoulder in attempt to calm him, “we’re having another baby.”

“the last one for awhile, i hope?” Trevor questions, an eyebrow raised, but he cowers when i glare at him, “what?! the rest of us can’t keep up!”

“the last one ever.” Jack announces. “we’re not planning on having anymore. we decided a long time ago that we’re a ‘three and done’ kind of family.”

“yeah, alright.” Luke scoffs, “we’ll see how that goes.”

“can’t we all just be happy?!”

everyone’s eyes dart to me as i stomp my foot, tears welling in my eyes as i begin to feel overwhelmed with all the chaos and panic that’s filled the room.

“Jack and i are happy. we’re having another baby. that’s that! there’s no more discussion to be had!” i cross my arms over my chest.

suddenly feeling very immature for my outburst, i plant myself back onto the couch, taking my baby back from Ellen and focusing on his sweet little face to calm myself.

the room is still silent, everyone still staring at me as Jack lowers himself back down onto the couch beside me.

“hey,” he coos, “it’s okay. i’m sure they’re all very happy for us. right, guys?”

a chorus of ‘yeah!’s and ‘congratulations!’ fills the air, and my body relaxes into Jack’s embrace.

“i’m sorry, i overreacted,” Quinn sighs, crouching down beside the couch in order to look into my eyes. his hand splays across my knee, “you guys make some pretty cute kids, i can’t wait to meet the next little one.”

“yeah?” i murmur, looking at my brother-in-law.

“yeah. i just got a bit scared because you just had Elio and i’m worried for your health.” he explains, “but i promise that i am happy for you guys.”

“please don’t worry, Q,” i tell him, “my doctor says it’s completely okay and that i’m healthy. there’s nothing to worry about.”

“okay. as long as your doctor says you’re good.” he amends, and i nod.

“well i’m not good!” Jack huffs, “i’d like an apology!”

Quinn rolls his eyes, “i’m sorry, Jack.”

“not forgiven.”

“are you sure you want another baby with him? he’s acting like a child.” Luke remarks.

looking over at Jack, i smile as he grins innocently at me, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing the top of Elio’s head.

“yeah, i’m sure.”

[spooky-bunnys]

Bonten x goth omega reader where bonten finally meets the baby? 🤷‍♂️

Title: Gothic Baby

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Bonten x M! Gothic Reader

Warnings: fluff, ABO, and Bonten being oblivious sires.

The small Victorian baby carrage didn't make a sound. The only sound coming from the Omega and pup was the dark but soothing song the Omega was humming for his pup. The surrounding workers didn't dare make a sound. Unless they wanted to anger the excutives once more.

(Name) ignored the stares. Only watching as his adorable pup watched him with wide eyes. His humming had come to a stop once he finally arrived at his destination. (Name) didn't even knock as he opened the meeting door. He gently pushed the carrage forward and gracefully walked into the room.

(Name) was leaving his pup with his sires today while he did some....errands. (Name) headed towards Mikey and lened down for a soft kiss and a slight nuzzle. Out of the whole pack, (Name) enjoyed Mikey's scent the most.

Mikey let out a soft snort of amusement and returned the affection before looking down at his pup. Well it could've been any of the Alpha's pup but as a pack it was all of their pup. But from the black hair and eyes there was good chance the pup was his.

The pup was wearing his favorite bat onesie and stared up with curious wonder. Mikey slowly reached out for the pup and wait a moment before the pup reached back with a warm and gummy smile. All the sires had learned through experience that the only person who can pick the pup up is his dam. He had to want to go to his sires if they wanted to hold him.

The scars on Sanzu, Takeomi, and their last nanny was proof of how much their pup was like their Omega. While there was no doubt that the pup was theirs but he was like their Omega in everyway but his looks.

(Name)'s painted lips lifted into a small but soft smile which warmed their hearts. (Name) pressed a soft and quick kiss to the pups head before turning back towards the door.

"I fed him an hour and a half ago and he slept a little on the way. So you'll need to feed him again and set him down for a proper nap as well."

(Name) softly pressed a kiss to the excutives lips before taking his leave with another kiss to his pups head. While (Name) left the excutives couldn't help but stare in awe of their Omega. Even after giving birth their Omega still managed to keep his very small waist that was tightened with his corsets.

Mikey rolled his eyes in amusement at the others. While he did enjoy his Omega's taste in old Dark Victorian style. They had more important matters to attend to. A small babble caught their attention and brought a smile to their faces. This couldn't be too hard, right?

~

Wrong. They were terribly, terribly wrong. (Son's Name) let out another ear peircing wail and Kakucho who was holding the pup winced. They had fed him, burrped him, and now they were trying to put him down for a nap. But he just wouldn't calm down enought to go to sleep!

Mikey rubbed his temples. He could feel his migrane getting worse and he couldn't understand why his pup was so upset! Eventually he took the pup back and tried scenting him. While he stopped wailing he was still crying.

Mikey was about to give up when the pup was gently removed from him and (Name) slowly held the baby upside down. The excutives heart stopped and they tried to stop him but (Name) sent them a seething glare. They all held their breath as (Son's Name) yawned adorably and actually fell asleep.

The Bonten members stared with wide eyes as (Name) started humming a different but still dark song as he kept (Son's Name) upside down. After making sure he was actually asleep (Name) carefully set him in the carrage. After tucking him in and placing a soft kiss to the pups forehead. (Name) turned back to his Alpha's with a very dark and heated glare.

"How long was my pup upset for?"

The excutives turned to Mikey and he sighed. Their pup was exactly like their Omega. This parenting job isn't going to be as easy as they thought it would be.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic - october 31 - halloween - 745words

insp by @regscupid october 3rd microfic <3

“Say ‘I am going to abduct you, earthling.’”

“I look stupid.”

“You look properly scary.”

“I have wobbly eyes on my head.”

“Don’t see what one thing has to do with the other, love,” James grins cheekily from behind Regulus in the mirror and then gives him a loud smooch on his cheek.

Regulus rolls his eyes and hopes the green-ish face paint over his nose covers his blush.

“Ready to go, Hazza?” James calls up the stairs.

There’s a giggle from the floor above, a few quiet steps and then Harry jumps down two at a time within sight of them with a loud Grawr.

James playfully jumps in place and clutches his chest with a gasp as Harry erupts into evil snickers.

The young boy comes bounding down the rest of the stairs in his skeleton onesie and black and white face paint that’s only minutely smudged (as of now) and holds up his sweets bucket that his father told him to get from his room. 

This one is distracted fighting to pull his spider legs shoulder straps over his thick coat so Regulus gives Harry a nod and a smirk and reaches his hand out to him, “C’mon. Shoes on and then off we go.”

“Yeah!” Harry yells with elation and passes his plastic pumpkin bucket off to Regulus.

It’s still light outside when they start their walk around the neighborhood.

James tells Harry to look out for the houses with Halloween decoration, anything creepy– candles, spiderwebs, carved pumpkins.

It only takes two houses down the sidewalk before Harry gasps and points at a prettily decorated front door.

James gives his son a warm smile, nodding, telling him to go on, as he snakes an arm around Regulus’ waist, pulling him closer into his side.

It’s not particularly cold but Regulus lets himself melt into James�� ridiculously puffy jacket with a sigh anyways. He’s warm and he smells good, like his cologne and their laundry detergent and the glass of mulled wine they shared before getting ready. 

He burrows further into James’ scarf around his neck as he watches Harry skip up the stairs, two pointy-toothed pumpkins out front, white cotton wool and black, little paper bats adorning the railing.

Harry rings the bell and then hastily presses himself against the outside wall next to the door, holding a finger to his lips as he looks wide-eyed and breathless back at them.

Regulus’ chest feels so full he might burst.

The door opens and a middle aged woman with a witch’s hat peeks around with a bowl of chocolates in her hand.

She has barely time to look confused at James and Regulus before little Harry jumps out of his hiding spot with a shrill, “Trick or treat!”

The woman yelps in a genuine fashion and throws an admonishing look over at him and James as Harry falls into a little giggle fit. “Well, thank goodness I’m no 60 something year old with poor blood pressure,” she says good-naturedly, crouching down in front of Harry with a smile to let him choose his pick. 

Regulus shifts his weight from one foot to the other a little uneasily at the thought of Harry actually giving one of the pensioners in their neighborhood a heart attack.

“As young and fresh as always, Miss Sinistra.” James says with a charming grin.

The woman grumbles a little and fixes James with a look when Harry turns his back to her to join the two of them again, “You fellas should dial it down a notch or two.”

When Regulus looks over again, James seems a little bashful as he smiles brightly, “Noted.”

Satisfied with that, apparently, she softens right up and gives them another pointed look, smug smile on her lips, “Happy Halloween to you.”

“Happy Halloween, dear neighbor,” James responds, squeezing Regulus’ waist knowingly.

Regulus curses quietly, giving Sinistra a wave, smiling strained.

“Happy Halloweeeen,” Harry shouts, racing past them and they quickly turn to follow.

Regulus gnaws on the inside of his lower lip while he feels James radiate with glee next to him, who waits until Harry is further down the sidewalk out of earshot before he leans down and rasps into Regulus ear, “Seems like she didn’t forget the way I fucked you against the window last year, after all.”

Regulus jams his elbow forcefully into James’ side.

The puffy-jacketed bastard doesn’t do much besides chuckle and pull Regulus into a kiss.

[real-total-drama-takes]

I am back!

Not really, I have a fever and a man broke up with me so suffer with me fandom.....

Anyway

I am be nice- so nice- Gwen and Duncan are okay- sometimes mostly in my head if I make them their romantic ship- not the bullshit I see or whatever- see I can be nice too.

Even can say if they had a child it be named after a star or something like Dan Luststar then Duncan's last name...

See how nice can be- no I don't got a gun behind my head I just mad.

Mad because I lost my glasses too and sick

I am trying to be more open minded to life I guess....

or it's the fever making me mad.

Actually, here's a list for Gwen ships I do want more but only in my mind sometimes:

Heather/Gwen cafe au please Gwen the server/worker hate to love scene- you get it?

Heather finds out she loves her after watching Gwen get dropped off at the cafe by Duncan and she tried fight Duncan after Gwen in work safely...

Heather finds out later on they are brother and sister- she accidentally fought Duncan for no reason

In other fanfic

Duncan/Gwen find themselves frozen lake where they have survivors' guilt after watching the watch world die out and now need to survive together and find other humans, they find Scott/Courtney and others but mostly survivors' type of love- it must start off with Gwen hating Duncan and tired to murder him 3 times already :) because Gwen is like anyone but him haha because I am evil

Gwen ends up alive, but Duncan dies because haha evil thoughts but it's in honor brave men dying for women they love

Gwen, Sam, and Dakota because they can, and I don't care what you say- they make it work

Gwen and Tyler because that's goofy, sweet, puppy love- first crush then first ever kiss type experience

Gwen and Nikki Wong because they can be friends or something? Go wild girls go protest and correct men who are wrong

Gwen, Eva, Jo, Heather, and Courtney just because Gwen needs scary girlfriends- are dating or not? Who knows man I don't make up the rules

Only Gwuncan I want to know the ones in my cousin's heart and my mind going they are destinied to destroy the planet because they are so coded in the sauce...

Actually think I am ask my cousin about her opinions about her favorite ship Gwuncan because I keep trying to write one in her honor but I keep getting it wrong and I don't mean to-

They would have gothic baby room- I don't care- I think it's cute, imagine their baby in bat onesies uh so cute baby and shhh- shut up I know I am annoying with Courtney x Duncan ship as well up Courtney's shitlist if she was a real person because I love her, but I know I don't do her justice ever-

I am working on it!

I swear!

That is all....

Also, I bless you 333,333 more days just to piss off that weirdo marking your days.

Two I will make Gwen and Duncan have 3 baby girls in one of Scottney fics because they are co cute in my opinion and also I got dank names for them- you all will hate it- but I will love it- hehe

They are all going hate each other- I love them so much

Scottney 2 baby girls

Gwuncan 3 baby girls

With silly names and Dunceny's son Cliff is going hate it so much because that's a lot of little sisters from both sides of his divorced parents

Be mad- I am making them cute with silly names and they are agents of chaos they love their families

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Eddie Munson (9/13)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

The bats were gnawing at my flesh. However, suddenly, I heard an attempted battle cry break out and one of the bats went flying from me. Tears pricked at my eyes and one arm went to reach for my hero. It was Eddie, holding the stick in hand. We made brief eye contact and I could tell he was scared. The two woman weaved around us, Nancy furiously trying to free Steve. Eddie was dripping and his hair messy. He was oddly slimy too, but it would be a lie that he still didn’t look good.

I realized I was still being choked and that more bats were coming. One swooped toward Eddie, but he walked it anxiously. There was so much grunting and demonic bat screaming. Suddenly, Eddie hit right above my head, and it was like a weight was taken from me. The vine loosened and I pulled it free, tearing the icky flesh at the seems. 

Eddie lowered a hand to help me up, but he was suddenly hit by one of the bats. He let out a yelp and was shoved to the ground. However, I scrambled, grasping the vine as it shot out toward his body. I threw the bat away just long enough to give Eddie the chance to stab it with the stick. It ended up spiking through his heart.

He let out a mewl of disgust and threw the bat corpse off. Using one another, we scrambled to our feet. “Son of a bitch —!”

By now, Steve had recovered, using what strength he could to fight back. And I did, too. When a bat dived toward me, I slapped it with the palm of my hand and sent it to the ground, stepping on it. I didn’t like the squishing sound it made as inky juices flew from its body. 

And after that, I didn’t hear many others. I looked around wildly as Eddie shakily grabbed my shoulder. Only then did I realize some blood was seeping from my lips, and I wiped it up with the once-intact and white onesie that was now wet, sticky, dirty, and bloody. Everyone paused. We were all panting furiously, and neither Steve nor I were doing so hot.

“Steve, Y/n!” Nancy cried, walking over to Steve. 

Eddie was muttering insanity under his breath, and it was slowly escalating. I leaned against him for support as my entire body ached. “Jesus H. Christ!” He threw the oar into the ground, exploding. “What the fuck was that? Are you —“

“I’m… alive,” I panted. 

“Okay, okay, uh…” He was so greasy and clearly not doing too hot. However, his arm swept underneath my legs and back and he hoisted me up. By now, I was used to such actions, and I was too tired to convince him to save his strength. My arms looped around his neck and I felt his chest heaving against mine.

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robin squeaked, having started observing some of the corpses with a dull flashlight.

Everyone turned to her and Eddie’s face fell traumatically. He clutched me closer, gaze devouring ever inch of my injured and scarred torso. Blood seeped from the various claw and scratch wounds and it looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

“What?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It’s just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. A - and I think should get you two to a doctor soon because once the symptoms set in, it’s too late. You’re already dead.”

I groaned loudly and hit my head against Eddie’s shoulder. My hands intertwined with his wispy locks and Eddie was just on edge from what Robin mentioned. Suddenly, we heard more monsters howling from a distance. Eddie tensed, and before anyone else had awoken from their stooper, he took off.

Everyone else gasped and made a mad dash for the woods. I bounced in his arms, watching from over his shoulder as the bats swooped toward us. It was clear that there was no solution but to run. We dipped and died over huge, throbbing vines as a high pitched scream emitted from Eddie.

“I swear to god, I will be so pissed if you died before the wedding!” he exclaimed the top of my lungs.

“That’s oddly insulting!” I shouted in return, letting out some pained grunts.

And, for a while, we ran. The forest was dense and the bats swarmed above us. We kept running until we stumbled upon a semblance of Skull Rock. It was funny to me how this place was so similar to Hawkins. The name, upside down, was fitting for it.

When we came up to the rock, Eddie slid underneath it athletically. It was tall enough to fit us all and Eddie ended up falling back on his butt. Somehow, the man had outran our companions, even while carrying me. I couldn’t help but think he’d make a good athlete once we got out.

Steve and Nancy huddled with Robin while Eddie set me down against the back of the rock while sitting to my side. I grunted in pain and clutched at my stomach, trying to nub the pain. The blood was beginning to clot and harden and that made it feel much worse.

I tried to steady my breathing. Eddie was wide-eyed and terrified. He balanced his ruching form on my burning thighs while I hugged my chest, squeezing my tearful eyes shut. Everyone was trying to be as silent as possible as the screeches dipped and circled over the rock. I thought that we lost them but I was starting to wonder.

Robin let out a quiet gasp as everything fell silent. “Oh… okay.” She slid out and rose to her feet.

“That was close” Nancy panted.

“Yeah.”

“Too close,” Eddie’s voice cracked.

Eddie tried helping me to my feet since everyone was deciding to stand up. However, when I did so, I let out a muted yelp and collapsed against him. Steve was in the same boat, his form falling against the rock wall. Eddie cursed loudly and grabbed my shoulders fearfully.

“Jesus,” Nancy cried.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Steve insisted.

“Me too,” I choked.

“Okay, no, you are not,” Eddie fussed. “Um - okay. Just - just sit back down again, will ya?”

Robin was hovering outside, waiting for each of us. Eddie and I were in our own world, though, because I could only focus on him. I gasped in pain as I sat down agains the rock. Only then did I become aware that the onesie was now a “twosie” because now, the entire midsection was missing and what was left of the top was the hoodie and one sleeve. Everything else was exposed, and even some of my bra was hardly intact. The onesie was only held to the top half by a few straggling strips of fuzz.

“Fuck, that doesn’t look good.”

“How rude,” I quipped, only to be interrupted by a cough.

Eddie moved my arms to my side and began prodding the wounds. There were a few mangled scars, but most important, still dripping fresh blood, was a deep hole in my torso. I gasped quietly, tears brimming in my eyes. I had to look away as Eddie fiddled with his outfit. He tore off a long strip of his Hellfire shirt. 

“Sit up for a second, sweetheart,” he requested shakily.

I did so, releasing a quiet grunt. I noticed that Robin was pacing worriedly between the two pairs. Eddie wrapped the makeshift bandage around my waist before pushing me gently back against the rock. He ties it up over the wound itself and the entire cloth soaked in blood. It was once white and now, it was reduced to nothing but maroon.

I let out a sigh of relief, even though a few tears still escaped. Eddie was attentive and noticed, cupping my cheeks and placing a chaste and momentary kiss on my nose. Even in the dismal environment, I realized my heart was racing and I was embarrassed once again.

“Here. Wear this, sweetheart,” he instructed, pulling off his leather jacket. That left him in a crop-top tee-shirt and his denim jacket. I frowned in concern, but I knew there was no convincing him otherwise. I slipped it on and it felt nice. It was oddly wet, but it had a certain scent that I couldn’t help but recognize as Eddie’s.

“T - thank you, Eddie,” I muttered.

“Let me help you, uh, up, okay?”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him. He held me up and I limped beside him, deciding now would be the best time to spit out a glob of blood from my mouth. Eddie visibly flinched and his nose scrunched, which I almost found humorous.

When we emerged from the cage, Eddie bit hit lip and abandoned my side for but a moment. He was fairly agile, hopping onto one of the rocks. I became nervous as he began clawing his way up. He grunt and lost slipped when he made it to the top, but he stabilized himself.

Steve and I were standing next to each other by now as two severely injured victims. In the distance, lightning struck and the sky lit up in red. Eddie was entranced, barely glancing back at us. “So, hey, uh… this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

“Pretty much,” Nancy answered. Eddie rotated his body just enough so that his gaze could be glued to my hunched, labored form. He was about to jump down, when Nancy suddenly panicked. “Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.”

“It’s all a what?”

“All the creepy crawlies around here,” Steve explained. “They’re, like, one or something. Step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. “Shit.”

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?” Robin asked carefully.

“As far as I understand it, yeah.”

Eddie had slid back to my side and was quick to hold me up again. It was comforting. However, that wasn’t what I was focused on. It was like a lightbulb went off inside my head. “Hey, so theoretically, my room is the same?”

Robin, who had something else on the tip of her tongue, waited for me to continue. I bit my lip in momentary thought as everyone’s gaze was glued to me. I rubbed my hands against my upper arms.

“So, uh, hypothetically, we could go to my house, right?”

“I don’t think now is the time to change clothes, sweetheart,” Eddie muttered.

I shook my head in embarrassment. “N - no, uh, I mean, if it’s exactly like my room, I don’t have much, but I have two handguns, one A.R.-fifteen, and a shotgun, so…”

Eddie tensed and an expression of horror overcame him. Everyone else looked excited, but Eddie started sputtering in terror and… regret? Nancy gasped in realization. “That’s perfect, actually. I have guns in my room, too. Uh, are we closer to your’s?”

“…I believe so.”

“W - wait, hey, Y/n, sweetheart,” Eddie intervened. “Since when, uh, have you had guns in your bedroom?”

I shrugged while everyone else rolled their eyes, screaming ‘this man is stupid.’ “What does it matter to you, Eddie? You’ll never be in my bedroom again. I guarantee it.”

“Can we just get going?” Steve piped up.

It was unanimously agreed and we marched off in the direction of my home. Eddie insisted that him and I trailed behind and also that he carried me. Eddie was tired out and so was I. As soon as my legs left the ground, I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with his fairly fluffy curls now that he was mostly dry. He was still furrowing his brows anxiously and something was on the tip of his tongue.

“How, uh, long have you had said guns, by chance?”

I quirked a brow and giggled dryly. “I’ve had some for a little over a, uh, year. I have two handguns because I have one for Dustin, a - and the others are buried under the bed. Actually, Chance gifted me the rifle for my last birthday! It was very sweet of him.”

Eddie blinked in dismay, and I was still confused as to why. “You seem startled.”

“I couldn’t possible tell you why without seeming like a, uh, creep.”

I blinked, too, and then the realization hit. My jaw dropped and I sent him the dirtiest glare I could possibly muster. I hit his shoulder. “You creep! You’ve looked through my room before, haven’t you? Are you actually a stalker —“

Robin in particular was staring in concern. “Hey, everything good, Y/n? Do you need an intervention —?”

“No, no, we’re good,” Eddie groaned. “She’s just misinterpreting what I said —“

“Have you or have you not looked through my room without permission, creep?”

“I had Dustin’s permission, I swear —“

“Ew, I hate you. Also, I’m starting to be doubtful that Dustin was, in fact there at all. You might actually be delusional, Munson.”

“C - can we just drop this, please? I swear I’m not a, uh, creep. And does it matter, anyways? We have bigger problems, like not letting you die.”

“I’d rather perish right now.”

The man scrunched his nose in embarrassment and the others sent him dirty glares, not wanting to intervene. Steve almost offered to take me from Eddie, but Nancy was keen on that not happening and Steve backed down when Eddie gave him the meanest glare imaginable. I slumped in his arms and leaned against his chest. We were all careful with our steps and progress was slow because the vines we wanted to avoid were literally everywhere. However, when we managed to find the road, it was a straight shot from there.

When we pulled up the my tiny home, I pretty much forced Eddie to drop me, despite his stubbornness. Everyone allowed me to take the lead.

I pushed the front door open. However, it came to me as a shock when I realized my house did not look like my own. Not because of the red, pulsing veins or the general grossness, but because of the small living room’s appearance. Everyone scattered out, and Eddie in particular was slightly baffled. Sitting by the recliner were shattered beer bottles by the dozen. There were very open and exposed drugs tossed around and I could tell people were very concerned.

The place was a mess. And it made me dread going back to the real world, because… the only reason such violent items would be laying around would be because…

He was back.

I sighed and shoved Eddie’s hand off my shoulder when he tried touching me. I hopped over the vines, even with my  disgruntled ankle. The only other person - to my knowledge - that as been to my house would be Steve, but at least he wasn’t flaunting it like a certain someone. 

When we arrived at my bedroom, I tried pushing at the door. It took a moment, but it finally gave. I did not expect to be wrought with even more horror, though, and I was literally being stalked by demon bats.

“Oh my god. What?” was all I could muster.

“What, sweetheart?”

Before I could slam the door in their faces, everyone filed in. Eddie was having a goddamn field day while the others found amusement in my embarrassment. Lining my dresser mirror wasn’t selfies or pictures of Chrissy or of my boyfriend - it was Eddie. And some even had pink hearts and smiling faces. And on my bedroom desk, my diary was open. This genuinely couldn’t be real.

In my shame, I went over to the dresser mirror and began tearing at the photos. This couldn’t possibly be my current home. This - I hadn’t -

“Hey, u - uh, sweetheart, care to explain? Was this also for the, uh, photography club?”

I knew, that even amidst the blue fog, my face was darkened with a permanent blush. Eddie was right behind me and as I tried desperately to tear them from my wall, his hands stopped me, pushing my hands against the glass. I felt his body heat against my back and he pushed me against the dresser. I tried digging my hands into the photo, but Eddie held them flat.

“Listen, if I tell you you’ll just get smug —“

I felt his curls press against my cheek. Before he could get a word, I heard Steve and Robin unanimously shut the door because clearly none of the others wanted to see this. I didn’t blame them, but I would’ve preferred they stay for the sake of pest control.

“So-o-o, you do reciprocate the feelings and you are just trapped in a relationship —“

I grit my teeth, interrupting,” N - no! Don’t think anything about this. This isn’t my current room and you know that. I should’ve realized when I saw the state of the living room. This… this my room from sophomore year, a - and I admit I liked you, but I’m —“

“You liked me in sophomore year?” he bellowed in disbelief, pressing against me even further. “L - let me get this straight. You, an angel from the heavens above, had a crush on me at th - the same time I made it known I had a crush on, uh, you, and you went for Chance? Chance! Seriously!”

I scowled and forced my body to turn, although that only pressed us chest to chest. Eddie’s almost angry orbs were boring into mine, and his hand came up to grip my jaw, making sure I could turn away. My nails dug into the ledge and my heart beat erratically within my chest.

I could barely stutter,” I - in my defense, h - he asked me to the fall formal, and I accepted, and we really got along from then… You just asked me to the formal about a, uh, day late?”

Eddie’s shoulders fell and he almost seemed hurt. A frown spread across his face. “How, uh, long?”

“For… what?”

“Did you like me?”

I bit my lip, finally casting my gaze away. “D - does it even matter? Y - you aren’t supposed to still like me —“

“Then why do you still like me, sweetheart?”

I felt him draw closer, and his nose tilted pressing against mine. Our lips were inches apart and I hated that, still even after all this time, I wanted to close the gap. My lips quivered. With every passing second he drew nearer.

And then just as I felt his lips ghost over mine, I tilted my head away. Eddie looked peeved, staring at me through half-lidded and seductive eyes. Before he could comment on my reluctance, I finally answered,” I don’t.”

“Sure. Then, uh how about this? When did you start liking me?”

I gulped preparing for the worst. “…It may or may not have been since eighth grade when I first saw Corroded Coffins and I - I just… I liked what I heard, I guess. Is that acceptable?”

It was like Eddie lost all of the breath inside his body. Any negative emotions dissipated into a dreamy daze. It was like he was melting before me, because slowly but surely, a grin grew to his face and his cheeks deepened with a blush. He was so happy. It was like everything I else I said about surely not liking him anymore when through one ear and out the other.

Maybe the only reason he’d liked me for so long was because he knew. 

He knew I was bullshitting about not still liking him.

I could never admit it, though. Chance would go crazy if found out.

And, besides, it didn’t matter if I had a side crush. I loved Chance and he loved me. Not even Eddie Munson could change my mind.

“Curse my luck,” he chortled. “Just one day made a difference, huh? Man… we could’ve been smooth sailing if I was just a day early. I guess it doesn’t, uh, matter, though, as long as the result is the same, right?”

“I don’t have a thing for you anymore, Munson.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, I heard something. It was a vague, muffled voice, but it was certainly my brother. Right? I gasped and pushed him away. Eddie let me, trailing behind me loyally. The others burst into the room again, just as stunned. The cogs seemed to be turning in their brains, as though they knew something.

“Did you uh, find the guns?” Robin asked awkwardly.

“No. This is literally my room and house from the beginning of sophomore. It’s like we went back in time!” I tittered.

“Ooh, that must burn, Munson,” Steve snickered.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” Eddie sneered in distaste.

Nobody was able to ask anything else to clear the air when suddenly I heard it again. And it was definitely my brother. I pushed them aside and ran into the hallway. “Dustin! Dustin?” Everyone came chasing after me but I paid them no heed. “Dustin can you hear me? Hello?”

“What are you doing?” Nancy hissed.

“I heard him!” I insisted. “Didn’t you hear that?”

Everyone paused and I could tell they were trying to give me the benefit of the doubt. And then, loud and clear, I heard it. And so did they. “That brings us to the question you first raised…”

I began searching, calling his name. I even threw open the curtains, peering into the backyard. Eddie made sure to follow me every step of the way, even more so than normal. Thank god we were trapped in an interstellar dimension on the verge of death because that would be the only thing that wold possibly make Eddie forget about what just happened and what he just found out.

I did not still like him that much.

“Alright either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve muttered indignantly. 

“Will found a way.”

“What?”

“Will,” Nancy elaborated. “He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights!”

Eddie and I stood there, baffled. We knew to let the experts deal with it as the people began running around trying at every possible lamp. Even Robin knew more about it than me. However, it didn’t take long, because Steve’s age was trained on the overhead light. 

“Guys? You seeing this?”

Lo and behold, emitting from it, was glowing red particles. It sparkled almost, amidst the world of dark and dreariness. Eddie urged me closer to see. It was cool. I was so enamored, reaching up toward it. I didn’t even pay attention to my hand, which was intertwined with Eddie.

“Does anyone know morse code?” Nancy inquired.

Eddie’s hand pulled away momentarily. Everyone else was quick to say no, but the man was lost in thought. 

“Wait, does S.O.S count? Is that… is that good?”

A small grin pulled at my lips. “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, I’ve never been happier that you have such niche interests.”

He sent me a wink and the rest of us stepped away. Eddie although with a firm smile, began pulsing his hands near the light. It kept flickering, and from the other side where Dustin was, we could tell they noticed.

“S… O…. S.” There was pregnant pause. “Hey, uh, remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate? I overestimated them.”

[raphael-angele]

Damian Wayne being the Family's Baby Headcanons because he IS baby

Koala. He’s a literal baby koala. I saw this headcanon that he saw on Animal Planet or Discovery Channel how koalas cling onto tree branches and did it to Bruce’s leg. He says it’s so that he can get to where he wants and Bruce just lets him.

Acts like a baby when sleepy. Damian is incredibly honest when he’s sick or half-asleep. There was one time when they were about to patrol and he was on the verge on falling on the ground and sleeping. Bruce told him to go to bed and wanted to bench him. He expected him to refuse and complain, instead, he got Damian making grabby arms and saying in a cute voice, “Papa. Sleepy”. Bruce didn’t go to patrol that night.

Same goes for when he’s sick. Damian doesn’t get sick easily, and when he does, it’s almost nondetectable. He can usually sleep it off or is gone in a few hours. So it came to a shock to the family when one of his brothers came down for breakfast, holding the Baby Bat in his arms, saying he might have a fever. Bruce checked his temperature and knew it wasn’t going to be gone in a few hours. They knew it was serious when Damian started crying, saying he felt uncomfy and wanted someone to hold him.

Has an oral fixation. Damian WILL suck and chew on anything suckable and chewable. Candy? Gum? Sure. But those are the normal things. Dick once caught him sucking/chewing on his gloves while on a stakeout. This also led to Dick believing he also bites his nails and the skin around it. He’d be right. Jason once got him a pacifier as a joke but found him sucking and chewing on the rubber in the library. Because of that, he actually got him a rubber straw set for him to use. When Tim found out about this, he got him those chewable necklaces in hero symbols. He never uses Red Robin symbol, saying it’s because he doesn't like it but in truth, he doesn't want it to wear out.

Plushies. Plushies and Squishmallows everywhere. He has an entire collection of them in his room, which he hides during the day. Bruce has a playpen in the cave made especially for him, that has plushies, books and other toys he might find enjoyable. He cannot sleep or has difficulty sleeping when if there isn't anything to hug. He cried when he couldn't find his Batman squishmallow, which is his first plushie and the one Dick got for him. Which leads me to my next point:

Every single one of the batfam gave him a plushie and/or a squishmallow. Dick got him the Batman one, Jason got him a Red Hood and a panda, Tim got him a bee, Steph got him a crab, and a Red Robin one, Duke got him a cat, Cass got him a sloth. And you guys know those bondage bunnies? Selina got him a black one. And yes, he knows what it is.

Likes velvet or microfiber cloth and blankets. He ABSOLUTELY hates silk. Bruce figured it out when he saw his son in bed with his silk blanket on the floor. When he put it on him, he threw it away. So he got him another blanket. His favorite napping place is the library windowsill or the living room sofa.

Onesies. Batfamily onesies. He has one of each of the batfamily uniforms. The one he uses most is Red Hood because it has an actual hood, besides his own. He has animal onesies, too. But he likes wearing the batfam versions better.

He doesn't like loud noises. Everytime they're on patrol, Bruce would pack an extra set of earplugs for Damian. In missions that involve flying, they'd have Damian wear headphones for most of the flight to cancel the noise from the engine or anything loud. This also includes when there's construction nearby.

He has a personal playpen in the batcave. And by playpen, I mean an actual playpen with stuffed toys, blankets, kinetic sand box, fidget toys, playmat, electronics like his switch. He even has a video player for cartoons and movies. They put him there before patrol to make sure he's in a good mood and after patrol to make him calm down from rush

He likes to braid Steph's and Babs' hair. When he's benched from patrol and Steph or Babs is looking after him, he'd get bored and they'd let them play with their hair. And he likes it cuz Talia used to let him do it to her.

Sometimes, when they go out at daytime, he'd need to put on sunglasses cuz the sun hurts his eyes. His domino mask also has an auto control for brightness based on the surroundings. He's not allowed in clubs either due to flashing lights and loud music. Fireworks are a no no too.

Whenever they go to the mall, they have to tie his wrist to theirs. Either this, or they leave him in the petting zoo.

He will sneak into their bed at night. Doesn't matter if he had a nightmare or not, he will do it

He likes the smell of newly watered dirt/ground, pine, sandalwood, and earthy smells.

He likes being carried. Despite what he says, he likes being carried everywhere.

[sleeping-donkey]

Rating the kyuushi cast based on how likely I can beat them in a fight

Ronald: 5/10. This guy can actually fight well and I’d probably get beat up real bad but his mental fortitude is fragile so I can just wreck him emotionally. I’d whip out some celery and he’d scramble all the way back to his parents. oh wait

Draluc: 100/10. He’s old as dust I could breathe out carbon dioxide and he’d crumble apart. I don’t even need to take a swing just pour some Fanta on him and he’d die. Like yeah he has infinite revival but what can he possibly do if I chuck his ass in the sea.

John: 0/10. How could I possibly dare. And even if I did try I’d only have all the residents of Shin Yokohama jumping on me with iron bats in hand. The next day you’ll see me on the news for getting pummeled to death.

Kameya: 7/10. That slimy bastard can eat my fist this man can never win a fistfight. Just one punch and I can knock him out good. The only reason why it’s a 7/10 is because he’s a paparazzi and you know he has survived multiple murder attempts and parkoured his way out of death. Also I don’t wanna get blackmailed.

Handa: 5.5/10. Can fight as well as Ronald, and I’m even more dead if he boosts himself with blood tablets. But I assure you he won’t be getting the last laugh once I marry his mom.

Hinaichi: 4/10. She isn’t in the VRC for nothing. However, I’ll have you know that I also didn’t become a closeted furry for nothing. This is the part where I whip out my RM54.34 penguin onesie and make her crap her pants.

Sagyou: 4/10 He’s good with guns. The only way I could possibly beat him is if he’s like, right next to me. Which basically means I’m dead.

Hiyoshi: 3/10 Again, another person who’s good with guns. Plus with all the experience he’s gotten from his previous jobs, I wouldn’t stand a chance.

Maria: 1/10. She can manhandle a bear have you ever seen anybody more perfect? I made it a 1/10 because I would 100% allow her to choke me to death.

Ta chan: 1/10. I would also let her beat me to death. Though I’d probably cry after a few minutes in because of her incredibly detailed personal insults.

Satetsu: 6/10. Absolutely can punch you to the sun but is too nice to do so. I call him a pussy and he starts sobbing and dry heaving. I win by default.

Shott: 5/10. His hooks can maul me for sure. I’d probably win if I start kinkshaming him tho.

Draus: 2/10. I will die from his fatherly wrath. I think the only way out would be I just make ur wife jokes. Also if I marry his son.

Grandpa: 0/10. Have you seen that guy. I could stand 10 ft away from him minding my own business and that old man would still drag me all the way to the Bermuda Triangle just for lols.

[delightfullyterrible]

Hey guys!

So a while back an idea entered my head and I wrote a fic on it and decided to post it here...... mind you this is my first ever fic and I'm super nervous about it 😶

Also, shoutout to @khaleesiofalicante for helping me with this ❤

Anyway, hope y'all like it 😄

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MAX’S FIRST BDAY

The doorbell rang, he was finally here. Alec opened the door and saw his parabatai standing on the other side. “What took you so long?” he asked Jace.

“What? I came here as soon as I could. What’s the emergency anyway? The party doesn’t start until later” Jace replied coolly.

“Yes the party doesn’t start until later," Alec said with a little exasperation “but there’s a problem with the cake”. He took Jace to the kitchen and opened the cake box.

“Um, Alec this is- “

“I know.”

“It’s explicit. Inappropriate!”

“I know” Alec sighed “I ordered a Smurfs cake and instead they sent this”. Ever since Max had watched Smurfs with his aunt Clary and uncle Simon, he had become obsessed with all things Smurfs related. So, getting him a Smurfs cake was a no-brainer.

Jace looked thoughtfully at the cake for a moment and then said “You know Magnus could just change this magically, you don’t need my help”.

Alec had considered this option but unfortunately for him, Magnus had gone to Queens to buy some potion ingredients for an important client. "By the time Magnus comes back, the party would have started and everyone will have seen this inappropriate, butt-shaped blue cake," Alec said.

Jace took out his phone and called up Clary. “She says she’ll be here in a few minutes, she’s an artist so she’ll know how to turn this cake around” Jace told Alec who now seemed a little relieved.

A few minutes later, Clary arrived with Simon in tow. “Simon was with me when you called so he tagged along. So there's a cake emergency I hear" she asked no one in particular and walked towards the kitchen so she could examine the cake. Simon followed her. She opened the box lid and peered inside. She looked up at the two men utterly scandalized.

"Wow, that is um… that is some cake I tell you," Simon said with a nervous chuckle.

“I ordered a different cake and the bakery sent this instead. Please just rectify it before everyone arrives” Alec pleaded.

Exactly at that moment, the doorbell rang again and Magnus entered. He was looking particularly majestic today, wearing a blue-green shirt with a peacock feather print on it.

He looked around and greeted them. “Hello angel-blooded ones, the party hasn’t started yet why are you here so early?”. He looked from one to another until his eyes fell on the cake. His eyes widened in horror/amusement.

Alec immediately jumped in. "There was a mix-up at the bakery and they've sent us this. I wanted to call you up but you were busy and I didn't want to disturb you and now we have this inappropriate-looking cake which will probably scar our son for life” he lamented.

Magnus looked pityingly at his adorable boyfriend. “Alexander dear, if something indeed scars our child for life, I assure you it won’t be this cake”.

Alec had an inkling that Magnus was referring to the treatment Max would eventually face in the future for being a warlock. He made a mental note to address it later.

Magnus took the cake out of the box. “Don't worry my darling, I will fix this cake in a jiffy". He rolled up his sleeves, took a knife from the knife stand, and got to work.

A few minutes later, Clary peered over Magnus’s shoulder. “Wow Magnus, you’re surprisingly good at this. Have you done this before?”.

Magnus snorted. “Yes I have biscuit, but it’s an old story involving me, a faerie, and a bunch of horny vampires”.

For some reason, Jace looked sideways at Simon when the horny vampires were mentioned.

Magnus stepped back and pointed at the cake with a flourish. The cake didn't exactly look like a Smurf but it was much, much better than the original. Alec could have wept tears of joy.

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It had been almost an hour since the cake debacle. The living room was full of people. The whole gang was here along with Catarina, Maia, Bat, Lily, and his mother. Robert too had portaled in from Alicante. Jem and Tessa had appeared in projection form 10 minutes ago to wish Max and give him his present, which was a baby superhero cape.

They were currently cutting the cake. Izzy was clapping and hooting loudly, nearly scaring her mother and everyone was singing 'happy birthday’ in a slightly off-key tune. Magnus had picked up Max and was taking him around the room, helping him feed cake pieces to everyone.

Alec took a step back and looked at the room full of people with a warm feeling in his heart. Every person in the room meant a great deal to both Magnus and Alec. If 12-year-old Alec had known that he would grow up and fall in love with a warlock, much less have a family with him, he would have found it unbelievable. But then again, 12-year-old Alec had never dared to dream of having a future for himself. The Clave and its backward mentality had made sure of that.

They were all busy opening the presents and Max was joyfully squealing at the sight of so many gifts. Alec himself had spent days finding a gift for max and finally settled for a blue sailor onesie. Magnus, who always had a thing for giving the best gifts, had gotten Max a set of Smurfs plushies.

He was not as awesome as Magnus in the gift-giving department, but deep down he knew that the best gift he could give his son was acceptance and respect within the shadowhunter community. A kind of future where Max would not be unfairly judged for his demon heritage. That would require changing the Clave from the inside out. And he would do it. One day, Alec Lightwood would change the world for his boys. But that day was not today. Today was a day filled with laughter, joy, cake, presents and most importantly - love.

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tagging a few peeps-

@khaleesiofalicante @readingwonders @josiecarstairs @lxdyblackthorn @youngreckless @lqdyofroses @beclynn-herondale @jesse-is-spiralling

[lazycats-stuff]

Ok after seeing how you write baby bat interacting with the batfam (which WELL DONE btw) i gotta see what superbaby will be like, how a normal day would be like for Clark and his two sons jon and superbaby

Okay, my second favorite hero in DC. I just love him, but Batman will always have my heart. Short morning fluff.

Summary: A normal morning with supersons.

Warnings: family fluff, Lois and Clark are adorable. I'm still pissed they fired Henry Cavil... They live in Kansas on the old Kent farm here, just for the purpose of this.

Lois and Clark were happy. They moved to Kansas to raise their son Jon and now a new member of the family (Y/N) Kent. (Y/N) was born a month later after the move. Jon was very excited to be a big brother and offered to help out as much as possible.

And (Y/N) was a cute baby, with his chubby cheeks and beautiful eyes. And more importantly, he was an easy baby. Easy to put to bed, easy to feed, easy to bathe, to clothe. Jon wasn't so easy, but that's what made the memories more endearing.

Clark woke up when he heard (Y/N) babble something random. Lois was still sleeping and it was far too early for anyone to be up. Clark walked quietly to (Y/N)'s room, gently taking him into his arms. (Y/N) reached out for his father, small hands going up.

Clark brought his son closer so he could touch his face. He smiled and closed his eyes.

" Good morning (Y/N). Lets change your diaper first, then get you a bottle. " Clark said softly, moving (Y/N) to the changing table. He laid his son down, who kicked his legs up and down.

" I know, I'm happy to see you to. " Clark joked, undoing the buttons on (Y/N)'s onesie. He gagged a little bit at the smell. (Y/N) giggled and Clark quickly changed his diapers. He cleaned him up and threw the dirty one in the bin.

He dressed (Y/N) in a Superman onesie. He glared at the Batman onesie, curtesy of Bruce Wayne, child's godfather. Of course, Bruce didn't just get (Y/N) that, but he nearly got Clark with that onesie.

" Come on, lets go get you your bottle. " Clark said, scooping his son up.

" Yes, little one, I know. " Clark responded to his son's giggling. He quietly walked down stairs to the kitchen. It was nice day and Clark had made a few plans to spend time outside today. Clark took the bottle and gave it to (Y/N).

He sucked on it, taking the milk greedily. Clark poured himself some coffee. When (Y/N) was done, Clark burped him, making him giggle.

" Yeah, yeah, everything is funny to you. " Clark said, sitting down at the kitchen table. He heard light footsteps going down the stairs. He smiled at his wife, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she stopped by his chair.

" Morning Lois. " Clark greeted his wife, who made a beeline for the coffee machine first.

" Morning Clark. " (Y/N) babbled, clearly feeling forgotten. " Morning to you too (Y/N). "

" Jon is still sleeping? " Clark asked, not hearing anything from his room.

" He is, I checked on him before I got down here. Did you give him the bottle? " Lois asked, moving back to the kitchen table.

" I did and I burped him too. " Clark confirmed, adjusting (Y/N) in his lap.

" Nice. You are like a baby monitor. " Lois joked. (Y/N) reached out for Lois and Lois took him from Clark.

" What do you want for breakfast? " Clark asked, standing up.

" Anything you want. " Lois said, bouncing (Y/N) on his knee.

" Mom? Dad? " Jon asked, walking into the dining room.

" Morning Jon. " Clark said, taking some stuff out of the fridge. Lois greeted Jon with a kiss to the head and Jon kissed the side of his brother's head.

" Morning (Y/N). " Jon said, sitting down next to his mom.

" Anybody has any wishes for breakfast? " Clark asked.

" Bacon? Eggs? " Jon asked, not really sure.

" You got it. " Clark said, taking a pan out.

[slasherpegger]

What Spending Halloween With Samhain Is Like:

Paternal Y/N with Sam as a son Words: 0.4K A/N: My first slasher fic/headcanons ever! Enjoy!

The second your local halloween store opens, Sam begs you to take him. It’s almost like a sixth sense to him, he’d tug at your hand desperately whenever he thought of it and pointed at every advertisement for it. It took you a little bit to understand what his puppy dog button eyes meant, but once it clicked in you took him the moment you could.

Not just the lawn, not just the exterior of the house-- but the entire property from the inside out was decorated. It looks like Spirit Halloween puked all over you the moment you enter. 

Pinterest was your best friend for inspiration. You’d mostly look up kids' crafts to occupy Sam with. The house was cluttered in toilet paper ghosts with jaggedy smiley faces and paper mache pumpkins painted in various colors. 

Baking is always a fun pastime activity you two do together. You pull out a stool so Sam can join you. (He’s incredibly hands on). Whether it be premade sugar cookies or homemade apple pies, it always ends in the both of you covered in flour and the kitchen a mess. Luckily you have backup onesies for Sam whenever this happens.

You like to dress Sam up in children’s kigurumis during October. His favorites are skeletons, cerberus, bats, pumpkins, and other spooky designs.

Carving pumpkins! You help Sam with using the carving knife so he doesn’t hurt himself. He enjoys making traditional faces on his pumpkins but admires all different types. He’ll oogle on your phone if you show him artsy ones, especially anything painted on. He never knew you could do such cool things to a pumpkin!

Haunted houses are a must go. Sam probably needs a child leash since he’d run off in excitement without you. He giggles whenever you’re jumpscared and squeals for more when you leave. 

Candy store bills have never been higher. The day before Halloween you take Sam with his burlap sack and watch the entire thing get filled up. By the end of your purchase, he’s dragging out a sack nearly his body size. Plus a little extra, just for him.

Horror movies are eerily cute with Sam. If they’re slashers, he’ll babble about how they’re his friends. With more gorey movies, you tend to cover Sam’s eyes out of a parental instinct. You know he’s committed atrocities, but you shouldn’t corrupt him further. 

On Halloween Sam wanders off on his own to tend to his town, but you don’t feel lonely. With the house covered in Sam and baked treats to tide you over, you make sure to follow his rules out of love and safety.

[lunmelia]

more of your tfw raising jack headcanons ... I beg you. The image of cas just fetching him out of thin air made me scream.

Ask and you shall receive. 

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After Jack started flying, Dean thought he’d be smart and get him a onesie that has angel wings attached to the back. Castiel was not amused. Dean thought it was hilarious.  -- Sometimes the others caught Jack staring and cooing to the space above Cas’ head and behind his shoulders. Cas never commented on it so the others just shrugged and let it be. Until one night when Jack was 18 months, he had basically climbed Cas so he could reach and grab at above his head. Sam was the one who broke and asked what the hell Jack was doing. Cas replied, “nephilims can perceive an angel’s true form. he’s simply attempting to grab my halo and wings.” Sam and Mary go “ooohhh” while Dean pouted and complained that he’s never seen Cas’ true form, how come Jack gets to?  -- They get Gabriel back and one day just leave him alone in the room with Jack and he panics.  Gabriel: what- guys!? you’re just gonna leave me alone with the baby!? Dean, disappearing around the corner: no, it’s fine just watch him for a minute we’ll be back Gabriel: guys! guys I can’t- *glances at Jack* Jack: *is starting at him* Gabriel: ... Jack: ... Gabriel: ... what. Jack: ... *begins to crawl towards him* Gabriel: *screams* it’s moving! guys it’s moving what do I do when it’s moving!? help! -- Jack wanted to be a jedi after he watches the Star Wars movies when he was 5, so Dean dressed him up as one and was super excited about it. He dragged everyone into the living room where Jack stood in his little outfit, and held out a small lightsaber to Jack before saying “go ahead, buddy.” Jack took the lightsaber from him using his powers. Everyone cheered and Dean threw Jack up in the air before laughing and saying, “man, my kid is awesome!”  -- Jack, 5-years-old: grandma look I made a friend! Mary, in the middle of making lunch: oh that’s wonderful sweetie, who- *screams* Jack that’s a snake! Jack, beaming with a snake wrapped around his hands: his name’s Cedric! he told me! -- Cas, leading Dean down the hall: you need to tone down your swearing around Jack Dean: oh come on, it can’t be that bad Cas: *gives Dean a flat look before quietly opening the door to Jack’s room* Jack, age 6 and struggling with his lego: come on, you- motherFUCK! Dean: *immediately bursts out laughing. would not stop for at least 5 minutes* -- One time when he was 7, Jack had fallen asleep in the backseat on the way back from dinner. When they got back to the house, Dean carried him to his bed and tucked him in. Well, Cas didn’t have the heart to tell him that Jack was pretending to be asleep just so Dean would carry him because he saw it in a movie once.  -- Jack, age 7, running up to Cas: dad? Cas: yes, Jack? Jack: *grabs Cas’ hand and places a bunch of coins in his palm* can you hide these? and can you keep the other coins away from me? I don’t wanna poop them out Cas: you- what? Jack: I heard a story today about people who ate coins and pooped them out. I’m scared I won’t be able to stop myself from eating coins. I don’t wanna poop out coins- and keys! hide the keys too. I don’t wanna poop out keys neither Cas: I... of course, Jack. I will hide the coins, and the keys, and I will make sure you don’t eat and... poop, out either of them Jack: thank you! *runs away*  -- Jack, age 8, on the ride home from school: I made someone cry, today. Cas, looking over his shoulder: and how did you do that? Jack: well, one of my fellow classmates, Harper, asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I said “no thanks, I’m 8.” and she cried.  Dean, tearing up from trying not to laugh: at least you let her down politely, bud Jack: I seem to be making the other kids cry a lot, though. is that normal? I don’t think that’s normal Cas, while looking concerned at Dean’s rapidly reddening face and coughing that sounds suspiciously like laughing: people around your age and this stage of life are quite sensitive, Jack. a lot of things can make you cry, I’m sure Harper and the others will be fine. I’m not sure about your father, though... Dean, wheezing: he said no thanks! -- Dean, holding a baseball: alright, so I’ll pitch this and you hit it as hard as you can, okay? Jack, age 10 and holding a bat: got it.  Dean: *pitches the ball* Jack: *hits it so hard it creates a dent in the metal bat, the crack of the ball hitting the bat is almost deafening, a cloud of dust erupts from the ground and the ball disappears into the atmosphere* Dean and Jack, staring at the sky: ... Jack: I’m... I’m guessing that wasn’t supposed to happen Dean: yeah... maybe I shouldn’t’ve said “as hard as you can”  Jack: ... should we be concerned about where that’s going to land? Dean: ... nah -- Although Dean and Cas are much happier now, they cannot erase the many years of scowling and intimidating stances. The image of these two men, who look like they’ll kill you if you even look at them wrong, standing with their son who is an absolute ray of sunshine, is very amusing.  -- Jack accidentally trips and gets a cut at school so he heals it when he thinks no one’s looking, and, well One of Jack’s classmates: did- did your eyes just glow? Jack: no. I have no clue what you’re talking about Jack’s classmate: no, they did, I saw it. they glowed yellow! Jack: yes, yellow, I have a... urinary tract infection. my eyes are yellow because I have a urinary tract infection. it’s very severe. I should probably go to the hospital. Jack’s classmate: ... Jack: ... bye. *runs away* 

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I hope that’s enough for now. Maybe I’ll do more! This is fun! 

Now to tag some people who asked to be tagged, and also people who wanted a second post. I hope it’s okay to tag you if you didn’t ask to be tagged? please tell me if it’s not! 

@marvelmisha @cursed-byesexual @havesaltwilltravel @jeeya03

[ironhoshi]

A random drabble no one asked for~!!!!

Sorry not sorry.

I'm having wine and this is not heavily edited.

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If one thought about it too hard then they'd realize the three boys were adults, but if they didn't think about it too hard? Well, then they were merely a nine year old, a ten year old, and another close in age to them. (The whole cloning thing made age, even without time travel, a tad complicated.) Perfectly normal ages, though any age would be normal, to wear the most ridiculous onesies Padmé had ever seen. They had marched right out of the bedroom with their heads held high. Ani had promptly choked on his rice porridge while neither Jango or Obi-Wan batted an eye. 

They were painfully adorable. Padmé knew if she told them that then at least two of the time travels would give her looks of disdain while the other turned scarlet in the face. 

She wanted to take a holo. 

Striker sat down first, plush curled horns bouncing slightly as he did. He was, if she guessed right, a bantha. Tufts of dark curls stuck out from under the hood. Her fingers twitched against her mug with the urge to smooth those curls. There was a risk of getting stabbed if she pinched his cheek. A pity. 

Boba sat down next. His onesie was modeled after a creature from days past. Nothing soft and welcoming about the onesie, and yet, he still managed to look cute. Padmé would never dream of telling him that the Mythosaur onesie was anything other than terrifying. Boba would definitely put a thermal detonator in her bed if she upset him.

Cal, well, she couldn't help flashing him a smile. His ever gloved hands came up to tug the hood a little closer to his face. Red hair stuck out at odd angles thanks to the action, but it was the way the oversized ears on the hood jumped that made her smile harder. A tooka. 

"If you keep being so enthralling," she teased, "I am going to end up sending holos to my friends. They will want to adopt you." Ani inhaled his drink wrong somehow. The sound was horrendous, but she ignored him. Boba and Striker both gave her a dirty look while moving closer to Cal. So protective. Sabé and the others would love these odd children. 

"Ah, about that, Senator," Obi-Wan began. "You really can't-"

"They're  mine," Jango interrupted gruffly. Everyone seemed to turn as one to stare at the bounty hunter. 

"Oh? Even young Kestis?" Padmé's lips curled into a mischievous smile. Jango was walking straight into her trap.

"Yes. Mine and Kenobi's. You and your pampered friends can't have them, Princess." A faint spike of annoyance flared up, but she shoved it aside with years of practice. 

"Yours and Obi-Wan's?" She widened her eyes to look more innocent while she goaded the man who tried to kill her for money. 

Anakin sounded like he was going to pass out from coughing. She finally reached out and thwacked him between the shoulder blades. A choke, a gasp, and then a soft thanks.

"I said what I said," Jango said bluntly while dragging his spork through the bowl of porridge in front of him. "Stop focusing on those kids and go back to focusing on saving the rest of my sons."

"Well, about time," Obi-Wan said in an amused tone. "Though I wasn't aware I had officially agreed to co-parent with you."

"You brought this to my doorstep, somehow, you are stuck now," Jango pointed the spork at the Jedi with a flicker of annoyance. 

Padmé could sense the children staring at her and promptly winked at them. They gave her confused looks before all three seemed to catch on at once. Tiny matching smirks appeared. Such brilliant children. 

"Now hang on a moment, Master-"

[remmushound]

Damage, part 5; the Hogosha

@errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon

Splinter did his best. Ever since that night he had first gotten the boys, he tried his to do right by them. To feed them. To teach them. To encourage them. To make them happy. He always made an effort to go out of his way for their wants and needs, because that’s what a father does. He made an effort to make them laugh and ask how they were doing. To touch them and to kiss them and to love them and make them know they were loved. It was times like this that made it so difficult.

He didn't care about his own wounds. The pain was nothing compared to the pride he felt for his sons. Raphael, for tossing himself on top of Donatello and protecting the younger shinobi with everything he had. Leonardo for fighting with all he had to protect Michelangelo. Michelangelo for being so strong and so willing and eager to recover. And Donatello, for dragging each and every one of them from their deathbeds and giving them a second chance at life.

The old mutant slowed as he passed by Michelangelo’s room. Drawn on by the sound of voices, the shinobi father couldn’t help but press his ear to the door to listen.

“... telling you, it’ll work!” Leonardo’s voice was heard above all, “Trust me, Raph will love it!”

“A suggestion if I may?”

Donatello’s voice came as a surprise to Splinter and drew the old rat even further into the conversation. Donatello didn't wait for an answer.

“We’re talking about Raph, right? Our Raph? The Raph that regularly busts through walls and ears glass? That Raph?”

“Yep! That’s the one!” Michelangelo’s voice chirped.

“Then foam and cloth just isn’t gonna cut it.”

“Well what do you suggest, big brain?” Leonardo asked.

“Well there have been significant successes with 3D printing bones for transplant, and even an example of a turtle shell being printed successfully! Maybe we do that? Except with the section of shell Raph is missing.”

“Oh oh oh!” Michelangelo chirped his normal ‘I have a question’ noise.

“Yes Michael?”

“Maybe we do both! You do your printy-thing and then we put some foam over it to make it more comfortable and then we add the cloth!”

Donatello hummed. “Hm. Sounds doable. Though we may have to build a framework out of wire to support the foam so it doesn’t shift too much and cause irritation. And several layers of cloth so we can secure it properly to the framework—“

“Yeah yeah yeah, less talky more doey!”

“Hey! Do you have any idea how long it’s gonna take?! I can’t do it snappy-snappy!”

“Why not?!”

It made Splinter’s heart soar to hear the bickering of his sons carrying on in the other room. They sounded happy, and most importantly they were awake, and together. He wiped his beady eyes as he walked away, tail swishing his euphoria as the newfound hope made this day one of the best in months.

When night came, Splinter didn't need alarms or clocks or the chore chart to tell him what to do. He just did what fathers do, like he always had. He knocked on Raphael’s door before entering.

“Oh! Hey pops!” Raphael’s tail wagged at the sight of his father. He was sat at his vanity looking at himself in the mirror like he often did.

“Hello Raphael.” Splinter’s wrinkled face split in a smile as he walked over to Raphael, tisking his tongue along the way as his tail swept through trash and collected it. “Really, Raphael? Four water bottles? You’re turning your room into a pigsty!”

“Goodnight to you too, pops.” Raphael laughed, closing his eye as Splinter heaved himself up the snapping turtle’s arm to kiss him on the cheek.

“Honestly, I don’t think you need this old thing anymore.” Splinter mused as he helped Raphael untie his shell cover and folded it on the nightstand.

“Donnie’s orders.” Raphael laughed.

“Well I say you’re perfectly healed.” Splinter eyed the scars curiously, “And if anything, the scars make you look badass.”

Raphael’s shoulders shook as he bellowed. “Thanks dad.”

Splinter smiled and nosed playfully against his son's cheek a moment before giving the mutant a gentle tap with his tail.

“Now scoot! It’s bedtime!”

“Dad, I’m almost sixteen.” Raphael said, “I think I can choose my own bedtime now.”

Splinter raised his brow.

Raphael started to sweat almost immediately. “Uh— I mean— yes. Right. Bed time.”

“Good boy.” Splinter pat Raphael’s shoulder as the snapper lurched over to his bed. “Remember: I didn't put the fear of God in you, I put the fear of rat!”

Raphael climbed into bed and churred happily as Splinter came over to tuck him in and give him his teddy bear.

“There we are… Good night, little Red.”

*****

“Oh Baby Blue~” Splinter poked his nose into Leonardo’s room, “I’m respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as your father by coming in anyway!”

Splinter blinked as he saw the state of his son. Leonardo was on his bed, having tried to remove his day clothes by himself and failed miserably. Somehow, he had managed to get his head stuck in the arm hole and his arm locked at an odd angle in the head hole, his trousers hanging half-off.

“Help me.”

Splinter couldn’t hide his laughter as he helped his son undress the rest of the way and assisted in helping him put on his pajamas.

“There we are, silly boy.” Splinter rubbed Leonardo’s head before putting the turtles nightcap on. “Now, I know you like magic, but you’re not quite Houdini status yet.”

Leonardo snapped. “Darn! I’ll get there one day!”

Splinter hummed his agreement and used his tail to open Leonardo’s bedside drawer and pull out a soft, blue sleeve. He gently slid it over Leonardo’s wounded arm and secured it before giving the nub a kiss, and then kissing Leonardo on the head.

“Thanks dad.”

“Anything for my little one.”

****

“Orange~ why, would you look at that?”

Michelangelo was already snug in his bed, dressed in his sleeping onesie and clutching a story book with a bright smile on his face.

“Someone was ready for me.” Splinter pulled himself onto the bed and took the book from Michelangelo, clearing his throat as he started to read. “In a warm and sultry forest far far away, there lived a mother fruit bat and her new baby. Oh, how Mother Bat loved her soft, tiny baby. “I’ll name you Stellaluna.” she crooned…”

By the end of the story, Michelangelo was snoring softly. Splinter carefully crept from the bed and slid the book back into its place before giving Michelangelo a kiss on the head.

“Love you, my son. Sweet dreams…”

****

Splinter always left Donatello last. Not out of malice, of course! Donatello just needed the most comfort, the most time! And it wouldn’t be fair to make the other brothers wait so long for their fathers affection. But now the rest of his sons were tucked safely away, Splinter crept into the softshell’s room with a gentle knock.

“Donatello? Purple?”

Donatello was laying in his bed with his back turned to the door. Splinter hummed and quickly approached the bed, laying a hand on his son's shoulder.

“I hope you didn't think I forgot about you.”

“No.” Donatello’s voice was soft and somber.

Splinter cleared his throat and shifted himself onto the bed, pulling the blanket over Donatello’s head and starting to hum softly as he traced his paws across his son’s arm and shell bridge in a comforting manner, like he always did when they were turtle tots.

“Mori mo iyagaru, Bon kara saki-nya. Yuki mo chiratsuki-shi. Ko mo naku-shi…”

Donatello grabbed Splinter’s hand and held it while he started to hum along to the lullaby.

“Bon ga kita-tote, nani ureshi-karo… Katabira wa nashi, obi wa nashi…”

Splinter sang the lullaby to its entirety and, though Donatello was still awake by the end of it, neither father nor son made any attempt to leave or interrupt the comfort of each other's presence. They both fell asleep together.

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“Keep your eyes closed! Keep 'em closed! Closed closed closed closed closed!”

“They’re closed, Mike!” Raphael bellowed his laughter at the eager young mutant that covered both Raphael’s eyes while sitting on his shoulders. “What’s the surprise!”

“Wait for it! Wait for it!”

“The suspense is killing me!”

“NOW!”

Michelangelo pulled his hands away with a happy squeak and Raphael opened his eyes. Raphael blinked a few times to get used to the light again before he processed what was in front of him. Leonardo and Donatello, both smiling as they held a large something between them.

The prosthetic piece was an impossibly bright red color, the cloth some of the most vibrant Raphael had ever seen! There were several ridges on it and Raphael’s eyes widened when he recognized the shapes from his shell. He looked back at his shell, then to the prosthetic, then back at his shell.

“Tadaaa~” Michelangelo jumped from Raphael’s shell, landing with a loud grunt, and did jazz hands.

“It’s made of reinforced acrylic— it’s not as strong as your actual shell, but strong enough to take a solid hit.” Donatello explained, “I wanted to make it a more natural color, but Nardo here insisted it stay red.”

“What? Red is totally his color!” Leonardo scoffed, “the Kanji was Mikey’s idea— figured Bo-su was most suited to you.”

“And Donnie made sure the measurements were right so it could fit over your shell!” Michelangelo squeaked, “Do you like it?”

Raphael didn't answer. He couldn’t answer, not for an uncomfortably long time. And when he did answer, it wasn’t with words. It was with a loud, whimpering squeal as he scooped all three brothers in for a hug and crushed them against his chest.

“I love it…” Raphael nuzzled each brother in turn, “And I love you all so much…”

[froegs]

My Stardew OC’s!

long post, but feel free to read up if u wanna ask questions or request to see more of them!!

Ivy Sodbuster!

Quick Facts about Ivy:

She worked in customer service @ joja for 6 years

She was a dedicated scene kid 8th grade and all through high school, unfortunately she had to trash (almost) all her clothes and redye her hair bc of joja 😞

She only wore business casual bc she would go and work for seven hours and come home, sleep, repeat. When she started working on the farm she was broke as hell so she had to rip the sleeves off her shirts and cut her jeans into jorts so she could have work clothes

Emily was her first friend in town bc she saw ivys busted ass and said..... let me help you

She became friends with Sam second just because. He was around.

She inherited grandpa’s farm with her cousin, Oakley (my friends oc, once she finalizes a design I’ll draw them more).

Oakley’s more “mature” (bc shes 30) but she just is really anxious. Ivy tries to set her up with Leah but they don’t click,,, Oakley ends up falling for chicken man.

Sam introduces Ivy to Seb and instead of Farmer falling for NPC its the other way around Fr.

Seb crushes on Ivy immediately

His first attempt at flirting was like “hey ivy...... wanna see me beat Sam at 8pool for 3 hrs straight?” And Ivy immediately joined Sam’s side and demolished Seb in 8ball.

Ivy ended up hanging out with the ASS trio on a daily.

Seb and Ivy started dating Fall 1 of year 1 after they confessed their feelings for each other during the dance of the moonlight jellies festival

They moved in together 3 days after Seb’s bday

And were married Summer 10

They fast burned this bitch but they are so stupidly in love

In Year 3 Spring Ivy’s other cousin on her moms side became pregnant and chose to give it up for adoption, but beforehand she asked everyone in the family if they wanted a baby

Ivy looked at Seb like 👀

So on Year 3 Winter 1 they brought home their son, Finn

I think this is a classic trope for all Sebastian lovers but he def dresses Finn up in a frog onesie and calls him tadpole !!

Her favorite activity is fishing, that’s how’d she find excuses to hang out with Seb by the lake

She loves making artisan items, especially truffle oil. Oakley prefers large crops and agricultural designing and ivys like fuck yeah mushroom >:D

Milo NoLastName!

Quick Facts About Milo:

Milo was smuggled into Pelican Town by the Traveling Merchant when he was 6 and was taken in by Gil and Marlon.

Gil was 55 and Marlon was 46 when they “adopted” Milo

Gil took the most care of him and Marlon kind of had the attitude of like... a dad when your family pressures him to get a dog. First week their like FINE I GUESS we have to TAKE CARE of HIM. Next week: me and the bestie!

Milo looks up to Gil so much. His favorite brown jacket was Gil’s old one.

Marlon took Milo into the mines when he turned ten as a sort of “coming of age” trip and.... a bat nipped a part of his ear off.

Marlon said it’ll build character

But he was freaking out about it

Gil was upset but got it patched up.

I head canon that Evelyn taught the kids in town before they went off to high school, so four times a week (he’d usually stay home Friday to reset and relax or help out his dads) he’d have to socialize with the others

But he was always a few years older than them so he felt kind of distant

The others in question were Alex, Penny, Sam, Abigail, Sebastian, and Maru

Once he graduated middle school he convinced Gil to let him homeschool so he could find geodes and sell them during most the day.

When he was 17 he finally reached floor 120 of the mines, but on his way climbing back up he got attacked by three squid kids and void spirits, lost his left ear, and blacked out

He was rescued by Marlon, who rushed him home and took care of him

Because Pelican Town didn’t have a doctor at that time, the bus was broken down, all Marlon could do was try and clean up his ear and give him antibiotics and make sure it didn’t become infected

He lost his hearing in that ear

That was the biggest injury he’s gotten so far, but he was grateful when Harvey moved to town

Harvey opened his clinic, fresh faced (ish) at 26 and immediately some scruffed up 24 year old saunters in like “thank GOD ur here dude, here’s fourteen years worth of problems. Good luck.”

It didn’t actually go like that

But

Basically

Milo’s not really a social person, at 25 he discovered he could easily buy a car and drive out to the desert to try his hand at skull cavern. He came prepared but ended up needing emergency surgery that night anyway

He slowly but surely became friends with Sandy and the desert trader. He liked the trader for her prices and Sandy for her kindness.

He also fell in love with....... HARVEY!! (shocker)

Harvey actually fell in love with him first :))

Idiots to lovers slow burn

Hell they’re not even together by the time ivy rolls around and they met like.... 6 years ago??? My god these bitches.....

Pheobe Dy

Quick facts about Pheobe:

Pheobe actually grew up closer to the desert than Zuzu City or pelican town!

Her parents own a decent sized cacti farm and she’d bus into town for school where she met Sandy and Emily!!

I like to believe there’s another town (not as small as Pelican) but close knit in the desert. I hc that Sandy’s shop, skull caverns, and the trader are just like the entry road to a nice desert town

Anyway

She got into fashion and design when Emily pulled her and Sandy into it in sophomore year of high school

Sandy didn’t like it that much and would usually hit glue or staple pieces bc she’d procrastinate the whole time lol

But Pheobe and Em where DEDICATED

they’d hang out after school to design clothing and critique each other’s work (with love, of course)

Pheobe went to college for clothing design with her backup being IT and computer work (another passion of hers)

She started dating Sebastian when she met him during a trip to a small computer repair store in ZuZu city

He thought she was cute so he gave her his number and they met at Stardrop Saloon

She felt a need to like him, not because she was actually attracted to him in any way, but because she was a ~closeted lesbian~

So that relationship didn’t last too long

Ok maybe a little

2 years

But she’s bad at cutting off things, ok?

That’s when she realized she liked her best friends... Sandy and Emily

Emily and Sandy were already in a pretty open relationship by the time Pheobe came around, but it still took her some courage to admit her feelings to them.

They started dating when all three of them were around 26.

Emily moved with her sister Haley to pelican town a year into their relationship, and Sandy and Pheobe followed.

They bought a car so Sandy could maintain her shop in the desert

There is now a house where that garden that Harvey stands in 25/8 is. And Sandy and Pheobe live there. I don’t make the rules.

Pheobe and Emily work together on a small clothing company, they design the clothes together, Emily makes them, Pheobe made a website and uploads them there, and Sandy sells some at her shop :D

The three of them would like to tie the knot one day, but right now they’re super content on where they are, so sometime in the future :)