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[ahqkas]

hey goergous!! I've been BINGING your writing on the batboys and I absolutely love them!! Is there a chance you can do Costco runs with the batboys? Weird idea but I was just at Costco and was thinking about it hahaha!! Thank you!!! ❤️🦇

♯HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU ( the batboys accompanying you to costco ! )

— gn!reader, bruce & dick & jason ( separated ), i had to google what costco is so i hope i got it right !! fluff, this is so short i’m sorry 😣

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. . . BRUCE WAYNE !

THE MERE IDEA OF BRUCE WAYNE IN SUCH A SHOP WAS AS SURREAL AS ENDEARING. it happened during a simple saturday morning, still when many people were busy sleeping in, when you got to the task at your hand: grocery shopping.

you glanced over at your company, noting how his well tailored black sweater and dark jeans contrasted with the whole place and its contents. his classy clothing looked so out of place among the sea of puffy jackets, hoodies, and sneakers. yet, as always, he didn’t seem to mind. he almost looked comfortable ( if you could call the expression on his face by that word ) by your side, but you had your suspicions it was only because he was with you.

he pushed the cart with one hand, his other resting warmly on your lower back as he guided you through the place like he knew exactly where to go. you’d begged him to come with you—not because you couldn’t do it alone, but because you were curious about him in such a place. the idea of bruce wayne, a billionaire who owned sprawling estates and could have groceries delivered with a snap of his finger, was far too good to pass on.

bruce picked up a bulk-sized box of protein granola bars and studied it like he was deciphering a riddle from the riddler himself. “do we eat these?”

you tilted your head towards him, eyes flickering between his handsome face and the bars in his hands. he managed to look good even under those fluorescent lights. “i eat them. you inhale them after your patrols.

a flicker of smirk danced on his lips while his free arm tightened around your waist, tossing the box into the cart with a nod of his head. “point taken, sweetheart.”

. . . DICK GRAYSON !

the idea to shop at costco was his.

it was funny to watch him move through the shop, one hand pushing the cart while he held your hand with the other. ( “costco? are you kidding? i love costco,” he’d said with excitement filling his voice, practically dragging you out the door before you could protest. ) . now, you were strolling through various aisles with your boyfriend. dick was dressed in his usual hoodie and jeans, although you knew he was hiding his suit under the casual clothes. his blue eyes sparkled whenever he discovered something that was ‘essential’ for your home.

“do we really need a 10 pound tub of peanut butter?”

“we do now.”

it was nice seeing him like this, doing normal things like shopping for once. he scanned the rows of fresh fruit like a normal guy instead of the acrobatic vigilante who swung through blüdhaven’s skyline every night. dick picked up a bag of green apples and tossed it into the cart. they’d bruise, no doubt. “do you approve of these?”

“i approve of anything that gets you to eat actual food instead of protein bars and instant noodles,” you pinched his biceps, feeling the muscle flex under your touch.

he swatted your hand away. “hey, i make a mean bowl of mac and cheese.”

“you mean you open a mean box of mac and cheese.”

dick shrugged with an ashamed smile on his face, hand reaching out and picking up a tub of pre-cut pineapple. “there. that’s balance right here. carbs and fruit. meal prep done.”

. . . JASON TODD !

THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR GROANED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF WHAT FELT LIKE AN ENTIRE GROCERY STORE as jason hefted yet another bag onto his shoulder, the plastic handles straining under the bulk of sparkling water. his leather jacket creaked with the movement, and a few stray strands of his dark hair fell across his forehead as he turned to you with a playful look on his face.

“explain to me again,” he drawled out lowly, “why two people need this much stuff?”

you shrugged your shoulders and leaned casually against the car while sipping your iced coffee, looking far too pleased with yourself ( which you kinda were ). “because it’s costco, jay. you don’t go in for just a few things. you go in, black out, and come out with a year’s supply of paper towels and enough food to survive the apocalypse.”

your boyfriend huffed a laugh at that, shaking his head as he grabbed another bag, this one balanced with a carton of eggs and a bag of frozen chicken nuggets. “pretty sure you’re prepping for more than just the apocalypse. you’ve got enough granola bars in here to feed an entire boy scout troop.”

“don’t act like you’re not going to eat half of those on your next patrol.”

jason ate like he was the entire boy scout troop.

“fair point,” he admitted and you watched as his lips twitched into a smirk. jason had this way of making even the most normal activities feel like they were charged with a kind of electricity. the way he moved, the way he joked — it all carried that signature side of him.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you a bill x reader where reader is essentially just kaidou from saiki k, they are really persistent about being strong but are really weak. Bill finds it funny asf and just constantly fucks with reader but they never admit that they're scared or that they're weak

I know I’ve been a bit slow with requests but that’s because I’m on a bit of a decline in my mental health lately but I promise to get to each one in due time.

Bill finds you amusing to say the least, your false bravado and confidence made for quality entertainment that he hasn’t had in a long, long time.

‘You’re pathetic kid! It’s hilarious, not for you obviously, but for me it’s like I’m watching a game show go horribly wrong with all the contestants getting grievously hurt.’ Bill cackled from his spot, sipping his drink through a silly straw, as though he didn’t just sent an army of human sized fire ants to chase you for the fun of it.

‘I’m not pathetic!’ You squeaked, becoming flustered at how high pitched your voice sounds, before clearing your throat and crossing your arms over your chest in what you thought was a cool and casual manner. ‘I’m not pathetic, I was…luring them into a false sense of security before I best them all up.’ You added as bill raised his nonexistent eyebrow at you, making you feel as though he was seeing through your bullshit with ease; Which he did.

‘Right, I’m sure you were sweets. You had them on the ropes or running for the hills or however that saying goes.’ Bill drawled, unconvinced as he took in how you skittishly looked over your shoulder as though you were waiting to get ambushed by the ants. You were giving Bill so many new ways to taunt you to the brink of insanity without trying so hard, while not making an attempt to build a backbone with how quick you were to cower in fear from whatever he summoned as you ran away as fast as your legs could carry you.

You never know a day of rest with Bill taking the piss out of you that your entire day felt as though it was straight out of the horror movie.

Your bed? It’s now become an Elderich monster that was trying to eat you alive as you scream like a little girl as you bolted out of it faster then the human eye can see and into the kitchen where Bill was, wearing a hot pink apron that read:

You’re a acute-y

‘Oh hey sport, I was just making breakfast.’ He chirps as he watched you walk over to him, looked in the pan, only to reframe from screaming at the top of your lungs when you saw that he was cooking live worms, crickets and woodlice

‘Oh that’s…that’s lovely bill…they look delicious.’ You said unbelievably as you felt your appetite leave you for the rest of the month.

Your favourite mug? It’s now become a ceramic cockroach that kept flying too close to your face for your own liking as you tried to keep distance from it, only to end up tripping over your sofa and face planting the floor.

‘I almost had him!’ Your muffled voice called as Bill eat his bowl of deer teeth.

‘Sure you did kid, I’m rooting for you and all that sappy human stuff.’ Bill replied as he threw more deer teeth into his mouth/eye? Before dressing himself in a hoodie that had your frightened face on the front. Seriously you were a hell of a fun time for Bill! You made everything easier for him and that’s what he liked most, when he didn’t have to put as much effort into anything at all.

Bill knew you wouldn’t admit that you were scared or anything less than brave and tough, which only made things even more funny for Bill as he’d throw stranger and more weirder things just to see you run away screaming bloody murder, probably trip over thin air and then and only then would Bill get bored and magic away the monster while you tried to calm your racing heart.

‘Kid you’re killing me here, just admit that you’re a scaredy cat with no backbone and we’ll be done here.’ Bill said one day after you almost got burnt to cinders by a zombie dragon.

‘Never! To admit defeat in the face of danger is for the weaker man, and I am not the weaker man!’ You exclaimed, only to wince when you pulled at a particularly sensitive part of your body and slowly sat back down on the chair.

Bill pats your head as though he were patting a demonic puppy. ‘You sad, stupid human.’ He sighs but in reality he was coming up with more things he could use to torment you in the future, for now however he had literally ran out of ideas, so you were safe…for now.

[galaxysupreme17]

AU - A Fresh Start

Y/n = Your Name

Rio Vidal x daughter!reader!

The U-Haul's engine groaned as Rio reversed it into the driveway, the sound cutting through the stillness of the Westview cul-de-sac. Y/n sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with the zipper of her hoodie, her expression a mix of exhaustion and apprehension. The modest two-story house before them had a charming, albeit slightly weathered, look-a fresh start in every sense of the word. The pale blue paint was chipped in places, and the flowerbeds framing the porch were overrun with weeds, but it had potential. It was a blank canvas, waiting to be filled with memories.

"Well, kiddo," Rio said brightly, killing the engine and turning to face her daughter. "Welcome home."

Y/n gave a small, tight-lipped smile, her gaze lingering on the house. She wasn't quite ready to call it home, not yet. The word felt too big, too heavy, like a sweater two sizes too large.

Rio hopped out of the truck with practiced ease, clapping her hands together. "Let's get to it. The sooner we unpack, the sooner we can find where I stashed the Pop-Tarts."

The first box they carried inside was labeled "Essentials" in Rio's loopy handwriting. It was stuffed with mismatched mugs, a kettle, and the instant coffee packets that Rio swore by. The house was eerily quiet, its walls bare and rooms echoing with their every step. Y/n gravitated to the living room, where a large bay window let in the morning sunlight. She perched on the edge of a moving box, eyes scanning the unfamiliar space.

The emptiness felt oppressive, almost as if the house itself were holding its breath. Yet, the sunlight filtering through the window caught the dust motes dancing in the air, giving the room a fragile sense of warmth.

Rio emerged from the kitchen with a roll of packing tape in one hand and a triumphant smile. "Alright, soldier, what's next?" she asked, her voice upbeat despite the dark circles under her eyes.

"Unpack the Wi-Fi," Y/n quipped, earning a laugh from her mom.

Rio shook her head, grinning. "Nice try. But first, we conquer the kitchen. Can't live on sarcasm alone, kid." She ducked back into the other room, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts.

Y/n sighed, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the dusty surface of the box beneath her. The idea of a fresh start sounded good on paper, but in practice, it was heavier than the heaviest box in the U-Haul. Still, her mom's laughter made the weight a little easier to bear. Maybe, just maybe, this house could feel like something close to home someday.

It wasn't long before they fell into a rhythm. Rio attacked the kitchen with the precision of a seasoned general, unloading boxes and arranging utensils while muttering to herself about where the cutting board had vanished to. Y/n, on the other hand, claimed the upstairs bedroom with the window overlooking the street. It wasn't the largest room, but the view of the quiet cul-de-sac had a strange sort of charm.

Her bedframe was a puzzle of wooden planks and screws, but she tackled it while on FaceTime with her best friends, Kate and Yelena. The two chatted nonstop, their voices a familiar comfort that filled the quiet house, bouncing off the bare walls and making the emptiness feel a little less oppressive.

Menwhile in the kitchen, Rio stood surrounded by a sea of half-unpacked boxes, each one promising hours of work ahead. She sighed, running a hand through her short curls, her eyes scanning the chaos. At her feet was a battered cardboard box labeled "Memories," written in thick black marker that had long since started to fade. She hadn't planned to unpack it just yet-it always brought with it a mix of emotions she wasn't sure she had the energy to confront today. But when she knelt to move it aside, the lid popped open, revealing a cascade of papers, old photos, and trinkets.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she sank cross-legged onto the tile floor, lifting the first few items off the top. Her hands paused on a piece of faded construction paper, the edges crinkled and soft with age. She picked it up carefully, as though it might crumble if she held it too tightly.

The drawing was simple-a stick-figure woman with a wild mop of hair that went in every direction, holding the hand of a smaller stick figure. Both had wide smiles and large, unevenly colored-in eyes. The woman had three, for reasons Rio could never quite figure out, and the small figure was labeled in shaky, oversized letters: Y/n (Me).

Rio let out a soft laugh, her chest tightening in a way that was both painful and warm. She remembered the day Y/n had drawn it-she couldn't have been more than four. They'd been sitting on the floor of their old apartment, crayons scattered everywhere, Y/n chattering non-stop about how she was going to draw a picture of "us." It had been a good day, one of the rare ones during a time when life had felt overwhelming.

Her fingers brushed over the crayon marks, and she could almost hear her daughter's tiny voice explaining that the extra eye was "for seeing everything, even behind your head." A lump rose in Rio's throat as the memories washed over her. She had missed so much. Too much.

Shaking herself from her reverie, she stood, still holding the drawing. Her bare feet padded softly on the hardwood as she made her way upstairs, following the faint hum of Y/n's voice. She paused at the top of the stairs, just outside her daughter's room. The door was ajar, and from inside came the sound of laughter.

"So, when are we coming to visit?" Kate's bright and cheerful voice asked.

"Spring break sounds good," Yelena's voice chimed in, drier but no less warm.

Rio peeked through the crack in the door, leaning against the wall. Y/n was perched on the edge of her bed, one hand gripping her phone, the other using a screwdriver to tighten the last bolt on her bedframe. She was smiling-really smiling-as she bantered with her friends on FaceTime.

"We'll give your new town a proper inspection," Yelena continued. "See if it's up to our standards."

"It's Westview, not Paris," Y/n replied with a snort, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Details," Kate declared dramatically.

Rio lingered in the hallway, her heart squeezing at the sight of her daughter's easy grin. It had been a hard move, and she'd worried endlessly about whether this new start would be too much, too soon. But here was Y/n, finding joy even in the midst of upheaval.

She straightened, knocking lightly on the doorframe before stepping inside. Y/n glanced up, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"Hold on, Mom's here," Y/n said into her phone, tilting it slightly to show her friends.

Rio stepped closer, holding up the crumpled piece of construction paper with a smile that didn't quite hide the shimmer in her eyes. "Look what I found."

Y/n's brow furrowed for a moment before recognition dawned. She set the screwdriver down and took the drawing, her lips twitching into a smile.

"Is that supposed to be you?" she teased, tilting her head.

"Obviously," Rio replied, placing her hands on her hips. "And that's you, in case you couldn't tell. You always gave me three eyes for some reason."

The voices on the phone erupted into laughter, and Y/n joined in, her gaze softening as she stared at the old drawing.

"Hang it up!" Kate called out. "It's a masterpiece!"

"Gallery wall material," Yelena added with a smirk.

Y/n smirked, running her thumb over the crayon marks. "Maybe," she murmured.

Rio placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder and squeezed gently. "I thought you might want to keep it," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "A little reminder of how talented you've always been."

"Talented, huh?" Y/n replied, raising an eyebrow.

Rio grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her daughter's head. "You'll see. One day, that'll be hanging in a museum."

As Rio turned to leave, she glanced back, watching as Y/n propped the drawing up on her desk where the sunlight caught it perfectly. It was a small thing, but it felt like a bridge-something familiar in the middle of all the change.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the house felt a little less alien. The living room had transformed into a cozy makeshift setup: an old rug Rio had unrolled earlier in the day, their "Essentials" box doubling as a coffee table, and a stack of mismatched blankets shoved into the corner. The faint glow of a lone floor lamp bathed the space in warm light, softening the sharp edges of their disarrayed surroundings.

They celebrated the day's progress with greasy takeout from a local diner that promised "the best burgers in Jersey." An old rom-com played on Y/n's laptop, perched precariously on the makeshift coffee table. The two of them sat cross-legged on the floor, chopsticks in hand, their laughter filling the room as they watched the bumbling protagonists navigate an absurd series of misunderstandings.

"Okay, seriously, who proposes with a karaoke machine?" Rio asked between bites, her voice tinged with mock outrage.

"I think it's kind of sweet," Y/n replied, though her grin betrayed her.

Rio raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the screen with her chopsticks. "Sweet? It's a disaster. This poor guy's going viral for all the wrong reasons."

"That's the point, Mom. It's supposed to be cringe-worthy."

"Mission accomplished," Rio muttered, earning a snort from Y/n.

As the credits rolled, the empty takeout containers were pushed aside, replaced with mugs of hot tea Rio had brewed using the kettle from their essentials box. The steam curled lazily upward, carrying the faint scent of chamomile. Y/n tugged a blanket around her shoulders, leaning back against the couch with a contented sigh.

"Tomorrow, we tackle the garage," Rio announced, holding her mug aloft like a general issuing orders.

"Tomorrow, I sleep in," Y/n countered, her words muffled as she burrowed deeper into the blanket cocoon.

Rio smiled, setting her mug down before reaching over to pull her daughter into a side hug. "Deal," she said softly, resting her cheek against Y/n's hair.

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while, the faint hum of the laptop's fan the only sound in the room. Outside, crickets chirped, and the occasional car passed by, but inside the house, it felt like their own little world-a fragile, imperfect bubble of peace.

"You know," Rio said after a moment, her voice quiet, "we did pretty good today."

Y/n glanced up at her, her expression soft. "Yeah, we did."

Rio's arms tightened around her daughter for just a moment before she released her. "Alright, soldier," she said with mock sternness, ruffling Y/n's hair as she got to her feet. "Time for bed. We'll need our energy for tomorrow."

Y/n groaned dramatically, dragging the blanket over her head. "If you wake me up before ten, I'm moving out."

Rio laughed, collecting the empty mugs and takeout boxes. "Noted. Sleep tight, kiddo."

The next morning, Rio stood on the porch, armed with a cup of coffee, a roll of duct tape, and a determination to fix the mailbox that leaned like it had just endured a hurricane. She crouched down, examining the wobbly post with a sigh that was equal parts frustration and resignation.

"Gonna fix it with sheer willpower, or does that duct tape come with instructions?"

The voice startled her, warm and laced with humor. Rio turned to see a woman standing at the edge of the driveway, her dark hair streaked with silver catching the morning sunlight. She held a basket of fresh herbs, her expression amused and inquisitive.

Rio smirked, holding up the tape like a prize. "Duct tape fixes everything. Pretty sure it's in the Constitution."

The woman laughed, stepping closer. "I'm Agatha," she said, extending a hand. "I live next door." She nodded toward the house with the perfectly trimmed hydrangeas and a porch swing that looked straight out of a magazine.

"Rio," she replied, shaking her hand. "Just moved in yesterday."

"Ah, the new neighbors. Welcome to Westview." Agatha's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "How's the house treating you? Still standing, I see."

"Barely," Rio quipped, gesturing to the mailbox. "Everything's a little... unsteady."

Agatha crouched beside her, inspecting the damage with an exaggeratedly serious expression. "This mailbox has seen some things. Battles fought. Stories told."

Rio snorted. "And I'm about to add duct tape to its legacy. What's your professional opinion?"

"Burn it," Agatha said with mock solemnity. "But if you insist on saving it, at least use a spell or two. Much faster than tape."

Rio blinked, unsure if she'd just heard a joke or a confession. "A spell, huh? Do I look like a witch to you?"

Agatha gave her an exaggerated once-over, grinning. "Well, you do have the duct tape. Pretty witchy vibes."

Rio laughed, shaking her head. "Good to know my magical aura is on point."

From the porch, Y/n watched the exchange, arms crossed and her expression unreadable. She hadn't warmed to the idea of moving to Westview, and the appearance of a quirky neighbor didn't exactly scream "fresh start" to her.

"That your kid?" Agatha asked, nodding toward Y/n, who was now squinting at them like a hawk sizing up a potential threat.

Rio glanced back, her features softening. "Yeah, that's Y/n. She's still adjusting."

Agatha tilted her head, her lips twitching in amusement. "Smart kid. Looks like she already suspects I'm trouble."

"She's cautious," Rio said, stifling a chuckle. "It's been a lot of change lately. We're both... figuring things out."

Agatha's gaze lingered on Y/n for a moment before she smiled. "Well, if you need anything-magical or otherwise-just knock. Westview's got its quirks, but it grows on you."

That evening, after wrestling with an uncooperative curtain rod for longer than she cared to admit, Rio heard the doorbell ring. She grumbled under her breath and glanced toward Y/n, who was sprawled on the floor, sketching idly in her notebook.

"Can you get that?"

Y/n rolled onto her feet, padding to the door. When she opened it, there was Agatha again, this time holding a pie. Its golden, flaky crust looked like something out of a cooking show.

"Thought I'd drop off a little welcome gift," Agatha said, her smile disarmingly warm.

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by both the gesture and the scent of cinnamon wafting from the pie. "Uh... thanks." She hesitated, then took the pie and retreated to the kitchen without further conversation.

"Who was that?" Rio called from the living room, triumphantly securing the curtain rod at last.

"The neighbor," Y/n replied, setting the pie on the counter. "She brought this."

Rio walked in, eyeing the pie and then her daughter. "Well, that's neighborly. See? Moving here might not be the end of the world."

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn't fully suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. "Let's not get carried away. It's just a pie."

"Just a pie?" Rio scoffed, grabbing plates. "This is a gesture of goodwill. A pastry olive branch. You don't insult the pie, Y/n."

"Okay, okay," Y/n said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "I'll respect the pie."

As they dug in, the house felt a little less empty. Maybe Westview wouldn't be so bad after all.

[vicsguitarr]

Chris Sturniolo X Girl POC Reader.

The Car Talk.

Warnings: None. No use of Y/N, and swearing. No smut (yet??)

Orange = Chris

Blue = Matt

Purple = Nick

Pink = Nylah

It was around 2:35 am, and of course i was awake. i always am i was currently listening to Skin by Mac miller. It played in my ears as the airpods sat in my ear. i got a random displayed notification says.

Chris‼️

Today 2:36 am.

“Hey are you busy?”

“Not at all what’s up?”

“I’m outside your house can you come out?”

Seen 2:38 am.

It was around 46 degrees outside. I grabbed my essentials hoodie and walked out. there he was. Christopher was waiting sitting in the passenger seat. You saw two other heads in the car. Matt, and Nick. I quickly opened the door and closed it shut. Matt drove to a silent parking lot.

“do you think an elephant is stronger than a dinosaur?”

“Chris what the fuck are you saying?”

Nylah just laughed her ass off.

“What are you saying kid.”

But who are they to judge? they are just 20 year olds who are living in a 16 year olds mindset. They went to 7/11 to get random snacks. Nick and Matt went to find chips as Nylah and Chris went to search for drinks.

With Nylah, and Chris.

“Chris that pepsi is a jumbo size what the fuck” She said laughing. “more for me!” Chris spoke up laughing aswell. all you heard was laughing and joking around in the back of the store. She grabs a Redbull. “That flavor is disgusting.” “your mother.” she immediately regretted it. “I’m joking i love your mom so much.” Which made Chris laugh. They all got their drinks and snacks. They went into the car.

•Incoming call•

Nylah phone rang in her back pocket of her denim jeans. She picks it up. A man’s voice spoke on the other line. “Where the fuck are you?!” That voice made the triplets look at Nylah in concern making their smiles fade quickly. “oh shit.” she whispers quietly..

|To be continued.. This is my first story so tell me how i did, and I’ll accept requests and everything! i will NOT do incest though.|

Please do not take my work.

Thank you for reading this!

-Love Juni 🖤

[dissociation-station123]

Toyko Revengers-Hama/Izana X Reader

Mature Content:

You hide your identity and keep your head low. The best thing to do when you work for one of the biggest crime syndicates in the city. How long can you keep it that way?

You were always good at one thing and average in every other way. Unfortunately the one thing you were good at was not meant for you. A world dominated by men whose egos were as inflated as their car’s tires. Therefore you took on an identity. You became somewhat of a ghost. You never socialized and hid your figure under wraps and oversized clothes.

It was easy when all you did was participate in illegal street races. But one fateful night you caught the eye of an important figure within the community. He offered you the kind of money you could only ever dream about. To essentially be a chauffeur who could also get out of sticky situations quickly.

Every instinct was telling you not to take it. But in a world that is run by how much you earn you couldn’t decline. So this was how you became a driver for the biggest crime syndicate in the city almost overnight, Tenjiku.

“Ay y/n!”Hanma, the man who brought you in, called out to you as you waited patiently in the driveway. You kept your distance as much as you could. You avoided talking by explaining you concentrate best with earphones and music. Sometimes social interaction is unavoidable. You slowly walked over keeping your head down.

“You did a good job! Why don’t you come out and celebrate with me and the executives? You earned it!” Hanma laughed, it was deep and powerful. He slapped you across your shoulder and your body flew forward. You caught yourself at the very last minute. “Hey man you need to bulk up! I know you're just a driver but it’s good for you.”

Hanma towered over you. His body was twice the size of your own and he was about your age. Decorated in intricate tattoos, the most prominent being the ones on both of his hands. He was gorgeous but those looks were beyond deceiving.

You heard rumours that he was the attack dog of their group. When anyone threatened them he was quick to react and showed no mercy. That’s why your heart leapt out of your chest any time his attention was directed towards you. Loyalty was everything as well as honesty. You had been keeping a huge secret from them all.

“I’m ok. Thanks though…” You try your best to keep your voice low and quiet. You begin to turn around but Hanma catches your upper arm. You looked up into his golden eyes terrified.

“Come on kid! A few drinks and then you can head out! I promise!” Hanma smiled but it wasn’t sincere. You felt as if he was testing you again. You wanted to shout at him that after so many jobs you should have proven yourself by now. But you knew you could never muster up the courage needed to say it. “Come on… stop being so fucking boring!”

You nodded and gave up your hopeless pursuit of heading home to binge watch a tv show and eat junk food. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, leaning into you and you tense up. “Relax kid… I know you only feel safe with your hands on the wheel. You will have me to look after you.” You nodded again. His nose scrunches up as he assesses your current outfit. “Going to have to get you something better to wear than this hoodie and dingy ass sweatpants though.”

Your heart races once again. This is what you get for being greedy. Hopefully whatever he picks out you can still hide your curvaceous figure.

Hanma leads you inside and to a room. “Let me see. Damn your small…” He shuffles through some clothes. Compared to you!! “Wait, Izana should have something to fit. He likes his clothes to be more form fitting. I’ll be right back.”

Hanma returned not too long after with a button up and dress pants. You prayed to whatever gods existed that you could pull it off. You begin to walk towards the bathroom but he yanks your arm once again. “We are already running behind, hurry up and change.”

Your inner panic takes over, you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Well I- uh-“ You fumble for an excuse. It was frustrating because you were usually quick to figure out a solution. Hanma looked at you with raised eyebrows, then after a few seconds burst out in a raspy laugh.

“Jesus kid! Fuck fine go! I have never met a criminal who was too shy to change in front of someone else. You're fucking weird!” Hanma berates you and you sigh in relief. He could think whatever he wanted as long as he didn’t find out what you were hiding.

You were pleasantly surprised as you looked in the mirror. You were also glad you had paid a bit more for the binder, it hid your chest perfectly, which was a difficult task. The pants were a bit big so your wide waist was still disguised as well. You frowned at your hair. You were not ready to cut it off. You decided to pull it up into a bun and it worked well enough.

A loud knock interrupted your assessment. “What the hell are you doing in there? Stop jerking off and let’s go!” The deep voice rang out and you inhaled a sharp breath. You were used to all the vulgar talk, it became background noise. But knowing that your whole night will most likely consist of it made you want to throw up.

You pull open the door and Hanma pauses for a second. His eyes look to the ground as he tosses you a suit jacket. You were not sure what that was about but you put on the last item of clothing. “You look more presentable now. So come on.” He mumbles and you follow him out. “I’ll drive this time.” You shrug and mentally prepare yourself.

You begrudgingly order a drink as you sat at the bar with the rest of the Tenjiku crew minus their fearless and deranged leader. This was really your first time hanging around all of them. Hanma was the only one you dealt with consistently. Hanma often reminded you that he was your handler so if you fucked up he got the blame for it from the rest of the executives.

“The famous driver!” A sing-songy voice interrupts your inner panic as you are surrounded by such powerful people. You glance up and are greeted by a large scarred smile. A beautiful woman and man hung off his arm like decor.

“Sanzu what the fuck are you even doing here? This is for executives and up.” Hanma hands you another glass, his palm patting your head. You look up with a scowl.

“Where there is a party you will find me!” Sanzu’s eyes observe you as you awkwardly stand between them. “So I guess executives can bring pets with them?” You mentally groan as they stare each other down. You daydream for a second on how at this very moment you would be relaxing at home with a pile of snacks.

“Hanma relax. Sanzu always brings candy.” Another executive walks up with his hands outstretched. Sanzu grins happily as he digs into his pocket and removes a pill placing it in the open palm.

“Rindou, you're too soft on him.” Hanma complains with a growl. You watch as the man now known as Rindou places the pill in his mouth and swallows. Hanma must have noticed because he is suddenly way too close. “You want one kid? Might loosen your tight ass up a bit.” A shiver travels down your spine, as he whispered in your ear. Your eyes widen and you nod.

“Nnnoo! I’m ok.” You manage to say, causing all the men to laugh in amusement at your reaction. You take a deep sip of whiskey to compensate for the embarrassment.

“This little punk is who you are always hyping up?” Rindou smirks as he follows the pill with a shot. You look to the ground feeling completely out of place.

“Hey cut him some slack. He does his best work behind the wheel. I just thought he deserved a reward.” Hanma shakes you lightly and you grumble. “A chance to chill with us. I don’t know, maybe some pussy will help him to relax a bit.” You watch as Hanma and Rindou chuckle.

You secretly roll your eyes and look back over to the pink haired man in front of you. Sanzu studies you and it makes you very uncomfortable. He gives off a carefree vibe but you could tell he was not all there. “Can I have another glass?” You ask, wanting to hurry this night along.

“Of course kid!” Hanma leads you back to the bar. You glance over your shoulder watching Rindou say something to Sanzu whose eyes never left you, a sinister smirk on his face. Goosebumps form on your arm and you look away.

“Thanks…” you mutter as the bartender slides another glass your way. You quickly drink down the alcohol and Hanma pats your shoulder.

“At least you can hold your liquor!” Hanma grins as you motion for another. “Look, you're doing really well. You have become someone I trust not to fuck shit up. I really do want you to enjoy tonight.” Hanma says as you take the new glass and follow him to sit in a more secluded area.

You listen but the warmth of the alcohol was starting to run its course. “I appreciate your calm demeanor. Hell I’m the opposite so in a way I envy that about you.” Hanma grins as you nod along. “Man of few words.” You take a sip and lean on your hand as he continues to talk.

“Tonight is also about introducing you to the executives and the four heavenly kings. Once they accept you then you will be unstoppable. Trust me. I’m looking out for you kid.” Hanma lowers his voice not to allow the other members to hear your conversation.

You take in what he was telling you. You realize you had proven yourself to him and that was the true reason he had invited you out tonight. “I respect you Hanma. I have come to understand how you are. But I don’t know any of the other execs. I honestly have no interest in power. I just want to be able to drive.” You knew the higher up you went the more risky it became.

“Kid!!! I get it! I really do!” Hanma leans back on the bench. “This is a huge opportunity.” You frown as he tries to convince you the risk was worth it. Hanma recognizes your hesitation and sighs. “Let’s just enjoy tonight. We can discuss business later.” You take another sip and nod.

“Hey…” Another unfamiliar face walks over to you both. “Y/N right?” He looked similar to Rindou but his personality was much more laid back.

“Yeah.” You answer, still observing him catiously. Hanma groans at your distrust.

“He needs a lap dance asap!” Hanma calls out and your eyes widen in panic. “Ran, get one of your best girls!” The man who had just invaded your space claps his hands and smiles.

Ran motions for you to follow him and you bite your lower lip. “Don’t worry! I’ll make sure your taken really good care of.” You look back at Hanma for help but he was pushing you to go. You glare at him one last time as Ran takes you to a back room.

A high end couch set against the wall with end table. “Go on, get comfortable!” Ran says and you take a seat but it’s anything but cozy. Even more so by the fact Ran decides to sit beside you. “I am very impressed by what you have accomplished for us. The fact that you look so innocent in person is useful.”

You try your best to keep your composure. You knew who this man was now that Hanma had mentioned his name. “I am Ran Haitana. I introduce myself with my first name since I don’t want to be confused for my brother who is beyond unprofessional. I am…”

You look down to the ground and find yourself blurting out, “One of the four heavenly kings.” Ran laughs and you look up and see him grinning.

“Precisely.” Ran mutters with a newfound interest. “So you do know how we are organized. If I went by Hanma’s judgement alone I assumed you were only intelligent when it came to a get away. But that is not the case is it?”

You made a mistake. “I just stay to myself. Which leaves me time to observe.” You don’t want to seem too useful to these men. You just wanted to remain as invisible as possible. The way Ran was studying you right now made you believe you might have fumbled. It didn’t help that you were currently a bit fuzzy due to the whiskey from earlier.

Just as Ran was about to speak, the door to the small room opens and a beautiful woman enters with a sweet smile. “Ran!” Her cheerful voice broke up the tension. She quickly dashes forward as Ran stands and gives him a tight hug. “Who is this little cutie?”

“A very valuable member. He is a bit nervous. Could you loosen him up for me sweetheart?” Ran lifts her chin and she smiles brightly as she nods. “That’s my good girl.” Ran rubs her cheek and I turn away at the intimacy. “Come join us when she is done with you y/n!”

“O-okay.” You say and Ran holds in a chuckle as he walks away. You turn your focus on the woman who is now staring down at you, avoiding eye contact. “Look I’m ok really. I just don’t like going out.” You try to reason with her. If she came in here to do what you thought then she would easily figure out that you're not what they think.

“You're so precious!” The gorgeous woman steals Ran’s move and lifts your chin to make you look into her auburn eyes. “Such a pretty face.” She licks her lower lip. You try to sit back but she takes this as an invitation to straddle you. Her light scent invades your nose and you can’t help but take a breath. She places her arms up your neck as you turn your head away.

“Please…” you beg which causes her to make an excited noise. “Mmm.” A small moan escapes your lips as her manicured nails run into the base of your scalp. You feel her begin to move her hips into your own. Your eyes widen in panic. You take hold of her hips to stop her movements.

“Shhh…” she whispers into your ear and shivers travels down your spine as she kisses your neck. You had accomplished too much to be discovered this way. “It’s ok.” Her breath tickles against your skin. The strength you did have was weakened by your drunken state. You freeze up when she leans back and begins unbuttoning your shirt, her eyes low. You grip her wrist out of sheer trepidation.

The woman stops but giggles thinking that this was merely bashfulness. “If you're worried about cameras daddy don’t be. There aren’t any in this room. Let me take care of you.” She pulls away from your grasp and before you knew it your shirt was untucked. “So adorable.” Her amber eyes take in your flushed cheeks.

“You don’t understand…” you say but one of her hands was already up your shirt the other rubbing your crotch. “Damn it…” you knew it was over the moment she sat up with a raised eyebrow.

“Excuse me, I should have said mommy.” The woman does not look startled. She wore an expression of curiosity.

This was the end. Based on how she interacted with Ran you knew she was close to him. After all this time and this was how you would be discovered. “Hey y/n right?” The woman calls out to you and you nod trying not to show how your world was crashing down around you. “I get it.”

You look at her as she gets off your lap and sits beside you. “I worked so hard.” You hear how shaky your voice was. She takes hold of your hand and squeezes gently.

“I know and that is why your secret will be safe with me.” You were not expecting this. “Don’t look at me so shocked!” The woman giggles and you find that you can’t help but smile. “It’s tough out here for us ladies. We do what we have to. Like I said, I get it. My real name is Cole.”

You were not sure what had overcome you but you turned and hugged her tightly. “Thank you Cole!” She laughs loudly and pats your head. “Thank you so much.” You felt as if you could trust her words.

“Y/N please. I actually think you're amazing. I’ve heard them talk about you.” A strange look appears on her face and you frown. “You must think I’m pathetic and vile.” You recognize the shame that has overcome her stunning features.

“What?” You say and shake her shoulders. It was your turn to comfort your new accomplis. “Look at me.” She slowly turns and you smile a genuine smile, it’s been so long since you had. “We do what we have to. I would never judge you. Based on the fact you didn’t run out of here and immediately expose me shows me how strong of a character you possess.”

“You my dear are an angel.” She grins and takes hold of your hand once again. “It’s going to be difficult since they have seemed to have taken notice of you. Just know you are free to visit me anytime.”

“You have no idea how much this means to me.” You mutter then the woman sits up. “What is it?”

“They think I am well, you know.” A sudden blush forms on her cheek and you find it endearing.

“You are looking out for me so I will do the same for you.” You assure her, “I will let them think you turned my world upside down.” Another deep laugh escapes her full lips. She suddenly bops your nose and winks.

“I mean I could still do that.” She teases and you nervously look away. “God damn it, you're so cute!”

“Pff you're cute!” You say as a defense mechanism as she stands and offers you a hand. You take it and she starts messing with your clothes. She leaves one button undone and tucks part of your shirt back in.

“There!” You look down and see that your outfit is a bit disheveled and give her a thumbs up. “I think that will be convincing enough.” She loops your arm in hers and begins to walk to the door.

When you both emerge from the other side Hanma and Ran were talking. They both look up with knowing eyes as they hear you exit. “This man right here Ran..” Cole winks at you once again as she runs her nails down your arm, “A diamond in the rough I tell you.” She slides her thumb across your lower lip seductively.

“You're making me so jealous.” Ran teasingly pouts, she kisses your cheek, whispers for you to trust her and saunters over to sit in his lap. Hanma looks at you with a devilish expression as you sit beside him, abruptly shaking your shoulders. You groan in annoyance.

“Y/N…” Ran addresses his tone more series. “Our boss has a meet up soon. I personally don’t trust it. This is why I had Hanma bring you tonight. If shit goes south I need you to be able to get him out fast.”

This was a huge opportunity that was being presented. Again in the back of your mind you wanted to refuse. “You will never want for anything again kid.” Hanma per usual recognized your weary and suspicious demeanor.

“What do you think doll?” Ran holds Cole’s waist, his hands sprawling across her thighs. “Does he have what it takes?” You wanted to tell her that she was more than what she believed herself to be. You knew seeing how Ran waited for her response that he took heed to her words. She was just as powerful as any man in this room, you wanted to make sure she knew that. You could only portray your thoughts with a sly glance her way. She caught on and smirked as she nuzzled into Ran’s neck.

“Baby he is beyond capable.” Her voice was like a hypnotizing melody as she purred into his ear. Hanma nudges my side and I push him. Ran makes a satisfied sound as she nibbles his earlobe.

“Well then all that’s left is for you to accept the job.” Ran turns back to you, his gaze more intense as he waits for your response.

“I’ll do it.” You say confidently and Hanma cheers beside you. “But I’m taking this idiot beside me in case I need some muscle. Fair?” Hanma growls at your insult and you nudge him this time.

Ran laughs and agrees to your terms. The conversation comes to an end as he tightly squeezed Cole’s upper thigh. “Well now that business is through let us get back to indulging in a bit of pleasure. What do you say lovely?”

“Ran…” Cole says amused by his desperate touch. “Such a naughty thing.” She looks over at you. “It was really nice getting to know you and that pretty little face.” She stands up and Ran follows behind.

“Hell yeah! Let’s get a few more rounds then I’ll take you back!” Hanma sounds more excited about what just happened than you felt. You shrug and head to the bar once again. Now that one of the heavenly kings was somewhat on your side you felt more at ease. More willing to let go of the wall you had built up.

“Fix your shirt!” You look down and laugh which takes Hanma by surprise. You adjust your clothes back in place and feel him sneaking glances in your direction as you order more drinks.

Hanma’s POV

Y/N was currently taking a shot with Rindou. This was the most social I had ever seen him. I felt a bit bad getting him even more mixed up in Tenjiku business. He was beyond talented when it came to handling a vehicle. I couldn’t just look past the kids' talent.

“Kid!! You about ready?” I shouted and laughed at the state he was in. He grumbles as he makes his way back over.

“I mean you dragged me out here. We could (hic up) stay if you want.” I had to steady him as he fell forward. His long hair had started to fall down into his face. His eyes had begun to glaze over and his cheeks were flushed due to his intoxicated state. He was really pretty… the thought entered my mind and I shook my head. I took hold of his shoulder aggressively and he whined. My chest felt tight when I heard it.

“I don’t think you could handle it.” I laughed trying to distract myself from this strange feeling. “Come on time to take you home!” Just as I was about to help him walk out, Sanzu intervened.

“Hanma! When did you become such a prude! Stay! Y/N won’t you spend some time with me?” Sanzu’s voice held a tone of seduction that I did not appreciate. A strange rage started to emerge from the surface.

“He is mine! Back off Sanzu…” I growled and Y/N giggled. “What’s so funny?” I ask, annoyed. Y/N looks up with a smirk and I let go pushing away from him. “Fuck it if you want to stay fucking stay. But you better be ready when I call you.”

“No Hanma! I’m sorry! I’m ready!” Y/N still looks way too amused for my liking but I feel myself calming down. I go to steady him once again and Y/N waves stupidly at everyone as we leave. I had sobered up after a while so I easily opened the door and set him into the passenger seat.

I get into the car and begin to pull out of the parking lot. I try my best to focus on the road. “It’s like you were jealous back there!” The dumb kid says giggling. I clench my jaw, not sure why the statement pissed me off so much.

“I am your handler, dumbass. I have to look out for you.” I say trying to also convince myself. I had never been attracted to men before but everytime I look over at him I want to touch him. What the hell is wrong with me? The rest of the drive was quiet.

I pull into his driveway and once again help him out of the car. “Thank you handler!” Y/N says with sarcasm and I sigh. “Ooo my keys are in my front pocket!” I lean over and try not to let the closeness of our bodies bother me. I reach into his front pocket quickly and then nervously fumble with the lock. “Hanma! I thought I was the drunk one!” Y/N laughs and I lose a bit of control.

I push open the door and slam it closed. I also in the process push him against the frame blocking him in with my body. My hand easily reaches around his throat. “Kid I joke with you but you will show me respect. I am an executive after all.”

“Hanma…” His voice was a bit raspy and his eyes rolled back from my hold on his neck. My cock twitched from the image. I pressed my fingers harder cutting off his air flow and groaned when he moaned breathlessly. Shit… shit… shit… “Please…” Y/N gasped for breath, his nails digging into my forearm. “I’m sorry…”

I step back and run my fingers through my hair in an attempt to regain my composure. “Your home. Get some rest and I will see you tomorrow.” I push past him in a rush not wanting to confront these desires I had just experienced. Y/N gives me a confused glance but nods. “God you do have a pretty face…” I grumble as I practically run out the door.

[adversityintoadventure]

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[goddessserena0]

Riza easily guides you thought the crowd as she takes you to various stalls. One sold flower seeds, another dishware, and another various knick-knacks. When she reaches a stall that sold books your eyes light up at the stacks of books. The merchant at the stall was a woman reading a book of her own; "The shattered Lands: Book 1." When you see the title you can't help but get excited.

"Excuse me, do you have the rest of that series?"

The woman puts the book down, "You mean the shattered lands, yes, I have the full series."

You gasp, "Can I get them Riza?"

Riza smiles, "Of course you can."

The merchant starts scanning through the stacks until she finds the books, placing 5 of them on the counter then putting the one she was reading on top.

"Weren't you reading that?" You ask.

"Oh, I already have, I was just re-reading for fun."

You smile and thank her as Riza negotiates the trade and places the books into a bag for you. While you wait, your eyes catch a stall selling a lot of different looking crystals. You wander over and look them over, they are different shapes, sizes, and colors, some even have something swirling within them. You pick up a white one and it starts to glow brightly, you quickly put it down surprised.

"Never seen ele-crystals before kid?" The merchant asks. His garb looks like something from the Arabian nights.

"Um, no, what's an ele-crystal?"

"Well, like the name says, it is an element in crystalline form. They can be used for various tasks and allow those not of an element to have access to the abilities of that element." He picks up a red crystal, "A fire crystal lets even a water spirit easily light a fire," He picks up a blue crystal, "A water crystal can let anyone purify some water to be safe to drink. Crystals are very useful for any situation, though they aren't as potent as an actual spirit."

Riza comes over to the stall, "Ah, that reminds me that I need a new water crystal for the bath." She picks one out and completes her transaction. She guides you over to a stall selling clothes that look like they are both from this world and not. She lets you look through the clothes and you pick out a few pieces you like, including a zip-up hoodie that you put on immediately.

Riza takes you to a few more stalls that you have no interest in before taking you to Fiery Confections. When she opens the door a small bell rings and from the back a woman's voice calls.

"Be there in a moment." From the back a young woman with long black hair approaches the counter. "Riza, good to see you, what's with the kid?"

"Nice to see you as well Korsa, their name is Frisken and Astrom found them out in the razorlands."

Korsa stares at you for a moment, "Riza, you realize they aren't normal right?"

"Korsa, that is incredibly rude."

"I meant their soul Riza, did you forget that I'm a reaper and can see souls? It's weird, their soul is red, unlike everyone else here. Plus, they are a mortal, or at least they are supposed to be, I guess coming here messed with their soul."

Everything that Korsa sais confuses you, however you realize that she called herself a reaper. You hide behind Riza, not wanting to die.

Korsa notices this and laughs, "Don't worry kid, us reapers only kill who we have to, and according to you soul contract, you have a long life ahead of you."

"What she says is true dear, Korsa and other reapers wont hurt you."

Reassured by both of them you go up to the counter.

"What do mean I'm supposed to be mortal?"

Korsa looks at Riza, "You didn't tell him?"

Riza rubs the back of her neck, "I may have forgotten that part."

Korsa sighs, "Well kid, here in Spiritan, all of us are technically immortal. Our bodies age to a certain point before stopping completely. It's why you won't find any old spirits, everyone who is an adult is at their peak physically. Since your soul has adapted the same will happen to you for as long as you are here."

"Wait, so I'm immortal now?"

Korsa chuckles, "Essentially."

You are taken aback, not only are you in a completely different world but you are now immortal on top of that. You don't know what to think in the moment and just stand there flabbergasted.

"So did you want any chocolate?"

Korsa's voice snaps you back to reality, "Yes please."

[me-parenting]

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Wonder nation hoodie (M, $15.98)

Pajamas (M, $15.99)

5 Wonder nation t-shirt (M, $15.98)

3 Wonder nation leggings (M, $12.98)

12 Swiss tech winter boots ($18.48)

12 JYNZ winter coat ($29.16)

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Total ($162.44)

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[questfriendspodcast]

totally not asking for fanart purposes, what does sammy ester look like? like what type of doll?

Haha, got it! From A Tag-Team Duel: "This guy is almost a kid. He’s 18 or 19. He looks like an intern. He’s got this patchwork cotton skin with visible stitches, and his cheeks have these red spirals that are almost not visible because they’re entirely covered up by thick curly orange yarn hair that falls down like a mop. This guy looks like he rolled out of bed, sporting a green hoodie and a comfortable rustic brown coat. He essentially looks like a rustic boy band version of Raggedy Andy."

So pretty much that. I imagined Sammy being the size of a human man, if a little on the shorter side (at least when compared to Oset). If you want another reference, Sam Winchester from Season 1 of Supernatural is a good bet, since Sammy is based on Emily's Dread character, who is in turn based on S1 Sam Winchester. For example, Sammy's coat and hoodie are the same as Sam's:

-Kyle

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Size and Fit Ensuring the right fit is crucial for your child’s comfort.

Growth Room Considerations Kids grow quickly, so it's a smart move to buy slightly larger sizes to accommodate growth spurts.

Seasonal Adjustments Think ahead and purchase clothes that suit upcoming weather changes.

Safety Features Safety isn't just about avoiding sharp zippers; it's also about ensuring the materials are safe.

Avoiding Choking Hazards Check for loose buttons, drawstrings, or embellishments that could pose a choking risk.

Eco-Friendly and Non-Toxic Materials Opt for certified organic fabrics that are free of harmful chemicals.

Popular Styles for Baby Boys

Casual Wear From graphic tees to playful shorts, baby boys’ casual wear is all about comfort and cuteness.

Formal and Occasion Wear Think tiny bow ties, suspenders, and smart trousers—perfect for family gatherings.

Seasonal Must-Haves Hoodies, jackets, and cozy knitwear are essentials for colder months.

Popular Styles for Baby Girls

Everyday Essentials Soft dresses, leggings, and colorful tops are staples for baby girls.

Party and Festive Outfits Frilly dresses with matching headbands make for picture-perfect moments.

Seasonal Clothing Keep her cozy with fleece-lined jackets or cool with airy summer dresses.

How to Shop for Kids’ Clothes on a Budget

Tips for Smart Shopping Look for sales, discounts, and clearance events. Consider buying off-season for great deals.

Benefits of Second-Hand Clothes Pre-loved clothes are budget-friendly and eco-friendly. Check out thrift stores or swap with friends.

Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Options

Why Go Green in Kids’ Fashion Eco-friendly clothes are better for the environment and safer for your child.

Top Brands Offering Eco-Friendly Kids’ Clothes

Brands like Burt’s Bees Baby and Hanna Andersson offer stylish, sustainable options.

Caring for Kids’ Clothes

Washing Tips Use mild detergents and cold water to preserve fabric quality and prevent irritation.

Storage Solutions Organize by size and season to keep everything accessible and in good condition.

Conclusion Dressing your baby boy or girl is a joyful experience, but it also requires thoughtfulness. From choosing safe, comfortable fabrics to exploring sustainable options, your decisions can make a big difference in your child’s well-being. With these tips, you'll be ready to build a wardrobe that's as practical as it is adorable.