#hes not singing anything BAD just...too much for baby ears maybe

[spooky-pop]

Punk Rock!Branch is trying his best to be a dad despite not really knowing how to be around kids. There's still a few things he has to learn...like maybe some baby-friendly songs....(nobody's too young for a little punk rock)

[softstarsabove]

A little bday drabble that's very self-indulgent cause I've had a bad week :)

Not paired with anyone in specific, I wrote it with my comfort characters in mind

"Happy birthday to me.."

You sing quietly to yourself, trying to keep your voice even and the tears at bay. A little cake, made in a mug you use for tea because you didn't have enough to buy a proper cake sat in front of you on the otherwise empty table.

You continued to sing as you light the small pink candle in the dark room, hiccuping as a small cry threatened to escape.. god, of all days. Work was kicking your ass. Your co-workers seemed a bit more harsh in the last few days, but you couldn't think of anything you'd done..

You blow out the candle and pick up your fork, but you don't feel well enough to have a bite of something so sweet..

Knock knock knock

The sound of a key twisting in the lock sounded, and you look over to see the door open, a tall figure standing in the light-filled hall before stepping inside.

"What are you doing in the dark?" His voice was smooth and comforting as always, but tonight, the comfort seemed to make it harder to swallow through the lump in your throat, you're eyes glossing with fresh tears as he walked over, bending to wrap his arms around you from behind the chair, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"What's wrong, baby?" You could only shake your head, because honestly? Nothing was specifically wrong.. everything just seemed like a big deal when it really wasn't.

"I just.. I dunno- everything feels like it's going wrong lately.." your words are hardly above a whisper, holding one of his big hands around you, the warmth giving a sense of calm in the mess that was your mind.

He pressed a kiss to your head, "how much have you eaten today..?"

"..hardly any.." he gave a small sigh but didn't scold you. He simply picked up the fork you left on the table and scooped up a bit of cake to hold up for you to take a reluctant bite.

"..'t's too sweet.."

"Really?" He takes another scoop and takes a bite himself, chuckling when you cringe at the sight of having to share the silverware. A strange dislike of yours, sharing silverware, yet you'd makeout for hours like it was the best taste ever. "Mm, maybe a little. Just take small bites then."

He held another bit of cake up to your lips, smiling softly as you took it into your mouth. He knows you don't see it, but the fondness and love in his gaze has no match. You may think yourself unlovable sometimes, but he couldn't think of anyone who could even come close to how much love he holds for you.

You look up at him when he starts to hum, parting his lips to actually sing the words, "happy birthday to you..~"

You couldn't hold the small giggle while he sang. It was rare to hear, but boy, was it a gift to the ears when he did.

"Ah! There's a smile~!" He poked your cheek, a grin of his own painting his beautiful lips. He suddenly lifted a small gift bag to set on the table, "got you something~"

You give him a small look.. you told him not to, but you pull the bag a little closer anyway. Pulling out the tissue paper, you take out a small picture frame, a small smile tugging your lips when you see your favorite photo together in such a pretty decorated frame.

"Thank you.." he smiles and rests his chin on top of your head. "I had the frame custom made. Y'know how many shops I had to visit to find the perfect material~?"

You chew on your bottom lip, blinking away the tears that stung your eyes again, "there's one more thing."

You reach into the bag one more time and pull out a small ring box.. you try to turn your head to look up at him, but he doesn't let you, "open it."

You pull the box open, and there sat two simple silver rings, "they're promise rings.." he explained while sliding his hands from around you to the box, pulling one of the rings out and taking your hand. "..cause I promise I'll be here for every single birthday. Every year." His voice is smooth in your ears as he slides the ring on, a perfect fit, but he knew that.

Hiccuping with silent tears falling, you can only watch him slip the second ring onto his finger to match.

He hugs you tightly again, suddenly pulling you up from the chair to hold you in his arms, making you giggled through your tight throat.

"God, I love you so much." He sets you on your feet and lets you turn around to face him. Looking into his pretty eyes, you smile as he wipes your tears and pulls you a little closer.

"Love you too.. even more.." he grins, holding your chin between his fingers to tilt your hear a little, drawing you in. "Nah, I don't think so."

You close your eyes and lean in the rest of the way to meet him in a sweet kiss, your arms lifting to wrap around his neck while he holds your hips.

Maybe it isn't such a bad birthday after all..

[deadqueerboys]

Baby Fever - Headcanons

Wilbur, Quackity and Tommy. X Gn! Reader (separate).

Wilbur saying the name of his son.

SFW UNDER THE CUT

Wilbur

He was quiet for too long, walking in circles. You thought he would probably be nervous about a new concert, but it wasn't. When you walk towards him and ask him what's bothering him, he smiles. Wilbur places his arms around your waist and kisses you cheek.

"Wouldn't it be nice.. you know? Having a mini you around this house?" Wilbur is so kind about it. He seems happy but concerned about your answer. He would be a great father. He would stop anything to take care of your son/daughter. Even with him being aggressive sometimes, he knows how to take care of someone, he takes care of you!

He's up to anything. Adoption? Let's give this kid a proper house. Pregnancy? He would do anything for it. Insemination? He's ready for that! Of course, he would worry about this kid and the way they would grow up. He wouldn't let this kid have social media for a while, blurring their face on the pictures so nobody does anything wrong with the image.

The thing is, Wilbur would be a great father. He really would. He wants it, he waited for someone who loves him so much they would give him a tiny version of himself. He doesn't mind if it's a boy or a girl. He just want to hold them. Tell them everything is okay and dad is coming home to sing them a song to sleep or maybe tell them a story.

He's pretty affectionate, giving gifts, spending time with them, and bringing them to watch his shows. He writes beautiful songs about his kid, watching those pretty chocolate eyes they got from Wilbur.

Quackity

It was never really his dream. He just liked the idea. Sometimes, he thinks he's too young for that, but he's sure it would make him happy. At the bed, he can't stop at looking for pictures of himself of when he was a kid. You were almost sleeping by his side, until he goes under the covers and hugs you from behind.

"Mi vida, are you sleeping?" Quackity whispers, bringing you closer to him. He doesn't move, only laying his head on your shoulder to be next to your ear. "What would you think if I say.. I want a baby." He giggles. He's smiling, so unaware of your reaction. It doesn't matter if it's a bad reaction, he can try it later. But if it's good..

As soon as you agree, he starts to give you the options. He wanted to get ready for a kid, so he got every single cliche thing he would. He even brought two types of painting, blue and pink. He wouldn't mind using another color if you wanted, but he likes it a little bit traditional.

He would be a great father. He would he a little confused at the beginning, but he knows everything he should. He learns how to change diapers and the proper milk so the kid can eat and get strong. He likes the idea of creating a kid in a healthy way, so the first thing he tries when the kid gets on their sixth month is give them fruits.

Also would hate exposing his children, so no social media or showing the kid on stream. He allows you to post pictures with them without blurring, if it's just you and the kid. He loves showing his family how the kid got his cute cheeks but your eyes.

Tommy

He's too young for that, but he keeps asking for it. He's not very mature when talking about kids, he barely started to think about taking care of himself. He was recently single, and you, as his best friends had to hear everything he wanted to say about having a baby.

"Mate, think with me! A blonde, blue-eyed kid with the most amazing smile, this kid would be like a tiny me! And I'm good as hell." Tommy talks on your ear once again, always with the same talk about getting some random someone pregnant. He even thought about getting a baby with you or Tubbo, it doesn't have to be romantically, he just wants it.

It's really a baby fever, because in the second he starts talking about this, he won't stop. He even teases you, caressing your legs and coming closer like if he was going to kiss you. Everything is a joke to him, but he seems really focus on this thing of having a kid.

[diremoone]

quiet kisses | r. sukuna

prompt 2 — “I’ll kiss you anywhere but under the mistletoe.”

requested by @yuujispinkhair :: Heyyy babe, your Christmas prompt post is so cute 💗💗 If you feel inspired, can you please write a little something for Sukuna + prompt 2 or prompt 7 (whichever you prefer)? 💗💗

a/n: AHHHH thank you so much for sending this in Winter! 🤩 I can’t tell you how much I nearly exploded seeing your request in my inbox! I went with prompt 2 because that’s the one my brain started working for the fastest. I hope you like it and I did your request justice :3

w — alcohol mention, fluff, everyone is 20+ in this fic, modern AU, mentions of prompt 7 heehee, softie! sukuna, sukuna cooks at the end lmao but it’s not related to the chef! sukuna fic

[ Christmas Prompt List ]

[ Christmas Event Masterlist ]

Nobara putting on this Christmas party was anything but unexpected. She was a party girl at heart, but nothing like what you’d see at a frat house or a club. No, she was the party master (or so she likes to call herself). And you kinda had to agree. Her parties weren’t over the top, but they definitely were anything but boring.

This time was no different: catering, along pizza and wine delivery, along with some of the more higher-rated Christmas movies playing on the TV with English Christmas music playing on the background, just loud enough that it wasn’t obnoxious.

You knew your boyfriend had to agree, even if he hated attending social events and parties.

What an introvert, you muse to yourself. You wonder how many people realize that as much as Sukuna seems like it, he doesn’t actually like parties. Nor anyone but himself and you at said parties.

You and Sukuna are off to the side against the bar that separates the kitchen and living area, deep in your own little world of each other. You’re leaning on him, his big arm wrapped around your shoulders comfortably.

You nudge him. “This isn’t so bad. See!”

Sukuna scoffs. “That’s what you said when you forced me into that Santa costume last year.”

“But you had some fun, didn’t you?”

“In the suit? No. Terrorizing children in it? Absolutely.”

You slap his chest. He catches your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. You grumble. “You idiot.”

“Your idiot,” he remarks with a grin.

Suddenly, like magic, the party suddenly gets loud. Jingle Bells comes on the playlist set up, and everyone has begun to sing as loud as they possibly can. Sukuna grumbles and plugs one ear with a finger, rolling his eyes. He keeps on ear open, and you know it’s just to listen to you as you attempt to sing your way through the giggles.

When the song ends, everyone cheers. Sukuna unplugs his one ear and sighs, taking another sip of the hot chocolate you’ve made for him. They all quiet down, giggling and giddy from the sudden excitement of the old but catchy tune.

But why is everyone now looking at his and your direction?

And then everyone starts chanting: “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You and Sukuna look up at the same time, seeing a mistletoe being hung over your heads by a fishing rod, but none other than the Party Master herself. Nobara grins sadistically with an evil glint in her eye.

Sukuna cusses and downs the rest of his drink before saying, “I think that’s our cue to leave. Nice party, Kugisaki.”

You attempt to down the rest of yours before he grabs your hand with his bigger one and leads you out the front door, almost stumbling over your own two feet.

Behind you, everyone complains about Sukuna being a “party pooper” and leaving. Before you two leave, he turns back to them and gives them the finger.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if we weren’t the only couple here. Maybe Geto and Gojo should finally shack up,” Sukuna says with an evil grin. The two men next to each other go redder than tomatoes in record time. Sukuna isn’t done though, looking at his little brother. “And maybe you and Fushiguro should finally get a room, too, baby brother.”

The chaos from your boyfriend’s words gives you the chance to leave without trouble, the two unspoken couples now being the main attention of Kugisaki’s evil fishing rod-mistletoe.

Maybe they’ll be together come New Years, you think happily.

Sukuna drives you both home. One hand on the wheel, the other intertwined sweetly with yours. But by the time you get home, you’re halfway asleep in the car, hot cocoa being the perpetrator of your tiredness. You attempt to blink and wake up, but Sukuna’s gruff, “Stay put.” halts you as he turns the car off, keeping his keys in one hand.

You have no idea what he’s doing until he opens your door and slides his arms under your back and legs. You squeal and giggle as he effortlessly picks you up from your seat.

“Goddamn, you got the giggles tonight,” he mutters.

Like he’s done it a thousand times (he’s at least done it a couple dozen), Sukuna unlocks the front door with you in his arms with pure ease. He carries you over the threshold like a husband would his bride and doesn’t set you down. He hoists you up, readjusting your position closer to his chest. And then you see the cunning look in his eyes.

“Sukuna, what are you— mmph!”

He dips his head and captures your lips with his. He’s warm, so warm and comforting. You feel so safe and loved in his hold and damn do you love him. Your arms naturally tighten their hold around his neck as you two kiss in your home.

When Sukuna pulls away, he chuckles. You’re slightly breathless from the sudden kiss, but grinning nonetheless.

“You couldn’t do that at the party?” you inquire curiously.

“I’ll kiss you anywhere but under the mistletoe,” he replies honestly. “Especially at a party in front of people. Not my thing to make such an intimate spectacle of ourselves.”

Your heart flutters and overflows with love at his desire to keep his affection solely for your eyes to see. Sukuna has never been one to kiss or do intimate things in public beyond hand holding or wrapping his arm around your shoulders. For him, he considers that to be sacred; any acts of love he prefers to be behind closed doors, kept between the two of you and not in front of people to be fawned over or talked about.

“You really are the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” you say. “I’m so lucky. I really got the best man ever, didn’t I? Thanks, Universe.”

Your boyfriend’s cheeks tint red. A rare sight.

“Fuck. No, I’m the lucky one.” Sukuna gives you a fat smooch on the lips, the adds, “But I don’t have the universe to thank. I got you all by myself.”

You toss your head back and laugh at his indirect proclamation of arrogance. Or maybe it was just unshakable confidence, who knows?

Sukuna sets you down on the couch and asks, “What do you want for dinner?”

You think for a moment before replying, “Didn’t you say wanted to make some penne vodka the other day? That sounds good.”

“Penne alla vodka,” he corrects you with a stern eye.

You toss your hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry.”

But as Sukuna gets to work on the dish, you can’t help but stare at him as he works. He could be a master chef like Gordon Ramsey, if not better. But you’re kinda glad he’s not, not if you get to see him in your kitchen every night.

Yeah, you’d trade any party and PDA for his quiet kisses and love at home any day.

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[knowmysingularity]

scaredy cat

what's a date like with taesan?

warnings: mention of eating, eating

word count: 0.5k (557)

a/n: heyy :)) I'm back with a little gift for my onedoor girlies, hope u like it!!

It's friday: the best day of the week, because it's date night with your boyfriend, Taesan.

Right now he's laying down comfortably on your couch, choosing the movie for the night while waiting for you to come join him under the warmth of the blanket he has draped over him. You're in the kitchen, preparing some food to snack on while watching the movie.

"Ice cream or chips?" You ask Taesan, looking at him from the kitchen, as he answers back.

"Is that even a question?"

You smile, taking the ice cream and bringing it to the couch.

"Make space, you're using all of my couch!" You say, as he groans playfully and moves away, lifting up the edge of the blanket for you to get under. You almost throw yourself next to him, immediately putting the ice cream in front of you and giving him his spoon as you settle comfortably under the blanket next to him.

While you eat the ice cream he's scrolling through the movies, until he stops on Scream. You cringe internally. You hate horror movies, mostly because you literally jump at any kind of tension in the scene, even if it's not scary.

And Taesan knows it.

He sees the way you stiffen up, and smiles at you, playful.

"What was that, baby? You scared?"

Even if you hate horror movies, you can't let him tease you like that. So you just shake your head, acting casual, as if the fact of seeing a horror movie doesn't terrorizes you.

"Ppff, me? Scared? Come on, don't be silly."

Taesan snickers. It's obvious that he doesn't believe you one bit. He knows you too well, you're an open book to him. Still, he doesn't say anything, because like this it'll be funnier when you're clinging to him for dear life.

"Sure, baby. I'm still here, if you want something to hold on to while we watch it."

You roll your eyes. To say that you're anxious of seeing the movie would an understatement, but you're not going to show it, you promise yourself. That film can't be that scary, and even if it is, you will hold through it.

You're a great actress after all, aren't you?

You aren't.

Not even an hour into the film, and you're already clinging to Taesan, hiding your face in his arm every time you hear that infamous tune that makes your heart beat like crazy in your chest.

Taesan straight up laughs at you every time you flinch, cooing because "Aww, is my poor baby scared?"

He'll continuously tease you about how scared you are, touching you unexpectedly during tense scenes and making you jump. Still, as much as he loves scaring you, he's not heartless: he stops the film ten minutes later, cuddling close to you.

"Poor baby...come here, I'll protect you."

He says, using your fear as an excuse to cuddle and spoil you for the rest of the night (even if you didn't really want to, after how he scared you).

He will feed you spoons of ice cream, sing your favourite songs for you and even draw you a bath, because he needs to "make it up for the scary film to his baby."

Needless to say, the night will end up with you cuddled up in your bed, Taesan whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep, drowning in his scent.

Maybe, horror movies aren't that bad after all.

[youronlydarlin]

Okay…maybe could you do something like Simon fucking you to the summoning by sleep token…literal baby making song??? 🥹

AHHHHHHH NONIE YOU GET ME YOU GET MEEE

You are SO right about it being baby making music, because Simon fucks your guts so deep like he's trying to put something in there.

It's pitch black in the room. Utter darkness enveloping you both. You can't see anything, as if you're trapped in a neverending night. Relying solely on the goosebumps forming on your skin to know where he's touching.

Your lack of vision heightening your reflexes. And you twitch and tremble like a small defenseless bunny caught in the jaws of a metal trap.

His fingers easily cage around your neck, avoiding your windpipe but cutting off enough oxygen to make blood rush into your head and leave you panting like a dumb mutt. Successfully making you addicted to the feeling.

He easily pins your torso to the bed just like that. While your lower half doesn't even touch the sheets. No, it's wrapped around his toned waist, the position makes it so that he's towering over you. On his knees, and downwards angle he's fucking you in makes it feel like he's hitting deeper and deeper with each push inside.

Simon is a dirty, dirty, man. Having you practically screaming on his cock isn't enough. He wants you drunk on it. Like you won't survive without it.

Two speakers loudly play the song, and he's leaning down to whisper the lyrics into your ear.

"You've got my body, flesh and bone, yeah The sky above, the Earth below.."

And all of a sudden you're throwing your head back. Curling your toes and cumming your brains out. He laughs at you, to think that was all it took to ruin you. But, he has to admit, it ruined him too.

Cause fuck. Now you're throbbing so much and he's pulsing your walls actively milking him fir all he's worth.

The song continues on, and he fucks you through the chorus, then the instrumental. Until he's reaching his favorite part. But despite feeling like being in the brink of unconsciousness you could proudly say that it's your favorite too.

Heavy sounding beats blasts through the speaker as if they're begging to be let out. Simon mouths the lyrics and sings along, you silently mull over how the darkness prevents you from seeing it. But his hypnotic voice is quick to keep all the thoughts away that aren't about him.

"Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cut me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on

'Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

didn't wish that I could be your man

Or maybe make a good girl bad..."

Simon accentuates every word with heavy thrusts while he times the movement of his hips to the rhythm. Your eyes roll back. Subconsciously preparing yourself for the second of many more rounds to come.

a/n: I BEG OF YOU. LISTEN TO THE SONG. IT'S SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU KNOW HOW IT GOES. I actually had to listen to it for this, mainly because I only know it through, my love astarion. Thank you for this btw, love. Really inspired me. M' also sorry that I only got to post once. I took the time out of a busy day to hang out with my sister. I hope you liked this, hun!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[billskeis]

Could you do something with bill and teen daughter reader? Nothing weird obviously just cute fluff you can do anything it’s just an idea I had. Maybe uncle tom tags along or something. If not that’s okay fanks luv 😘

ᡣ𐭩 bill w a teen daughter

headcannons down below!

now you may not be his biological kid, but that doesn’t mean the kaulitz twins will love you any less. if anything, they, especially your dad, bill, adore you so fucking much.

he would kill for you.

loves and i mean loves when you ask him to go shopping, that man will spoil you!! encourages you to buy matching outfits which you will feel a little embarrassed about, leading him to mope and pout. you eventually give in and he gets so excited again omg don’t ever say no to him.

when he finds you looking at his clothes back from when he was a teenager, he’ll cringe. he doesn’t like the style on him anymore, but on you?? oh babe, he’s ALLL for it!!

and it’s always a fashion show with him, he will always tell you “i wore it better,” and flip his hair, but will always affirm you after that you in fact wore it better.

whenever it’s your birthday, him and uncle tom will always make it a competition to see who can go all out in buying you presents, “she’ll like mine more,” “uh, i think the fuck not tom.”

sometimes will ask you to choose the next acrylic or nail design for him. essentially it is crucial and one of the bonding moments you two enjoy together because there is a shared passion and love for fashion, nails, and anything trending. whenever he posts his nails on instagram he will ALWAYS give credits to you for choosing the design.

be ready for random popups to your room to ask “does this outfit make me look good?”

sometimes there’s rehearsal with the band where you also get to see uncle georg and gustav. secretly while bill isn’t in the room, will tell you embarrassing stories about bill as a teenager like how he made out with his friend’s boyfriend or got super drunk he did a dumb dare, or even just the suuper vulgar and obscene things he did.

“dad, i heard you—” “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL MY BABY!?!” as he covers your ears, georg and gustav giggling including you as he frantically questions the band members.

sometimes you’ll also practice with the band, you love to sing, so you find yourself going out to karaoke with bill, the night is always young when its just you and your dad.

but you find yourself geared towards the guitar more, and this is where you and tom immediately clicked upon first meeting. he loves how interested and passionate you are when it comes to the guitar and even gave you one of his own when he was a teenager!

spa. days. manicures. pedicures. massages. self-cafe all day everyday baby!!! these are also super essential when you’re feeling down and under the weather. bill just wants to make sure no matter what the circumstances, it’s always good to take a break and take care of yourself.

both bill and tom knew what to do when you got your period. although it made you extremely anxious, dad bill and uncle tom were here to the rescue! bill would tell tom to grab the essentials while bill comforted you, explaining how this is normal for a girl to go through this when becoming a woman.

tom comes back with the hygienic female products, but most importantly, ice cream, blankets, chips and chocolate, heating pads, and already has one of your favourite movies playing for you guys in the living room.

the three of you enjoy the solace in such events of life that are seemed to be bad. this becomes a monthly thing for you guys even when you’re not on it.

btw you guys all have matching pyjamas on these nights bc bill said so.

bill loves to bake and when you ask him if he wants help, you already know what the answer is. “okay hun, so this is what you wanna do…” “like this?” “exactly, WAIT TOO MUCH FLOUR—“

halloween. don’t even get bill started because when you guys participate in heidi’s halloween party he goes all out AND I MEAN ALL OUT!! you as his daughter are expected to as well of course. “dad, i look ridiculous..” “nonsense baby! we look smokin’ hot.” bill is sexy ariel while you’re flounder. “okay, I LOOK HOT!”

he’s sassy. and i mean super sassy.

will have to sass you and set you straight to right your wrongs, but is also super understanding and will hear you out before anything.

when you confess to bill about having a significant other, he visibly gasps, and fake faints. oh my god he’s done this for like the fifth time already. tom also pretends to stumble upon air after hearing this news. they would then begin to ramble about the birds and the bees and how you should always make sure to either stay protected or be abstinent.

eventually would ask really personal questions about them and you and how your relationship is.

somebody tell them to stfu because now they won’t stop teasing you and it gets even worse when you try to invite your s/o over. “sooo this is my ro—GET OUT OF THE HALLWAY!!” “shit! bill! i think she sees us!” “no kidding fuckface she’s yelling right at us! abort abort!”

anyways, you love them and they love you more.

[oriistar]

Chapter Two - An Unwilling Tour Guide

Sun and Moon x GN! Reader

Summary: After the shocking revelation that your new coworkers arent human at all, you're left with one who doesnt seem to like you or the idea of having to show you around. Maybe the sun can offer a warmer welcome than the moon.

Warnings: None!

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Another day, another dollar. Well, that would be the saying if Moon actually got paid for his work. He's been active for 28 days, 16 hours, and 32 minutes and he was already sick of this damn place. Him and Sun were made for this camp but that doesn't mean the camp was made for them. When they were powered on, the place was a wreck and the stupid humans that owned the place left it up to them to fix it up in time for opening. Well, ‘them’ was a stretch. Sun didn't have the same code as Moon, no, all of the repairs were left up to the lunar animatronic and he was sick of having human supervisors watching over his shoulder while he slaved away to make this place at least halfway presentable. At least they had an actual construction crew rebuild the various cabins across the lack-luster camp grounds because he was certain he would have torn some unlucky employee’s head off if they expected him to do that too.

Curse his code that found comfort in keeping his hands busy. As much as he'd love to tell these people to go fuck themselves, a core part of him enjoyed the smaller tasks at least and thankfully there were nothing but smaller tasks to do this close to opening. Sun had been talking his ear off about how close they were to finally meeting the kids, finally doing what they were really meant to do. Although Moon loved Sun dearly, he was ready to toss his counterpart into the lake at this point. At least Sun had found a way to keep himself occupied by spending the last few days decorating every inch of the campers cabins and the canteen. That didn't stop Sun from rambling on through their mental connection though. It was convenient that they could communicate that way, even from all the way across the camp he could hear Sun in his head as clear as if the solar bot was standing right next to him and man did Sun love to talk.

And of course that was what Sun was doing right now. Moon wasn't sure where Sun was actually, but he could hear the sunny animatronic singing a song which meant he was either playing his guitar again or he was making more of those silly paper chains he was so fond of. Moon turned down the volume on their mental connection and instead focused on the sound of the ATV’s engine that he was currently driving towards the office. If there was anything in this camp he loved, it was this vehicle. He had lovingly named it ‘The Rover’ and Sun had painted little yellow stars on one of its navy blue sides just for him which he had complained about but it really was a sweet gesture. It was the only thing on the grounds that had actually been made for him and he treated it like it was his baby. The Rover was outfitted to hold all of the tools he'd need to do his job and it was the fastest way to get around the camp grounds. Technically it was meant for both him and Sun but Sun never really liked riding it, he always complained that it felt ‘unsafe’ but nothing could beat the rush Moon felt while zipping through the dense forest late at night. Sun always complained about Moon’s bad habit of not using the headlights but he didn't have much use for them, it wasn't his fault that he had night vision and his counterpart didn't. 

Currently though, he was aiming to find Vanessa. The other humans had all left after the main chunk of construction and groundskeeping had been completed a week ago but Vanessa had remained to monitor them. She called herself a manager and the title always made Moon snort. It was him and Sun who took care of the place, all Vanessa did was sit in the office and complain. Moon didn't like her, not at all. Unfortunately though, he needed to report to her that the list of repairs she had given him was finally completed. It was all ridiculously easy but he knew she'd do a walk around to make sure he ‘did it right’ as she says any time he tells her he completed a new task. It was annoying, especially since he was totally confident in the fact that she wouldn't be able to do his job half as well as he could. What made her so qualified to criticize his hard work?

‘She’s just doing her job!’

Moon winced a bit, Sun’s voice startling him since he had tuned out the singing so hard. Moon hadn't even realized that his thoughts were seeping into their shared connection and he scowled a little at his lack of control. 

‘She's nosy, I don't like it.’ He replied to his partner bitterly which was met with a much too cheerful laugh from Sun. ‘And keep your singing out of our connection, I'm trying to work.’ He added with an audible huff, drowned out as he revved the engine of The Rover before he came to a stop outside of the office. He heard an offended gasp come from Sun as he turned off the vehicle and pulled the keys from the engine. Moon swung himself off the seat, his boots crunching the gravel beneath him with a satisfying sound. 

‘I thought you loved my singing, you said the songs I made for the campers were good!’ Sun wailed in mock distress and Moon rolled his eyes as he pocketed the ATV keys and grabbed the clipboard that was wedged into one of the pouches on the back of the vehicle. ‘I didn't say I didn't like it, drama queen. I said I'm trying to work. I need to focus and you're being distracting.’ He flipped through the pages on the clipboard, double checking that everything was marked off even though he knew they were. He didn't get a response from Sun but he didn't mind, he'd be able to talk to his counterpart later on. Moon tapped his glove-clad fingers on the back of the clipboard that was much too small in his large hands as he walked up to the office door and pushed it open unceremoniously. 

Just as he expected, Vanessa was inside and she didn't look happy to see him –she never was and he honestly couldn't care less about her opinion anyway– but he wasn't expecting another little human to be there as well. He ducked his head a bit to walk through the door and he readjusted the cap on his head, his faceplate dipping to nuzzle his nose into the star-patterned bandana around his neck. Moon hated meeting new people and he wasn’t happy that Vanessa hadnt alerted him or Sun about a new presence on the grounds. His deep red eyes scanned the new person carefully and it didn't take much perception for him to realize that this must have been the person meant to fulfill the position of human employee that’d be on the grounds all summer. He ran a quick back-ground check, the new person’s information flashing across his eyes as he read through them in a split second. At least Vanessa had already registered them in the system. Speaking of Vanessa, his gaze snapped to her as she cleared her throat and took a step towards him, holding her hand out for the clipboard. He willingly gave it to her and his frown deepened as she practically snatched it out of his hands. Always careful not to make any physical contact with him or Sun, it made him sick.

“Is this the week's checklist?” She asked, flipping through the clipboard in a similar way to how he had just a few moments ago. He just hummed in agreement but his gaze drifted back over to the newcomer who was fidgeting and looking very uncomfortable. Humans were always so jumpy, especially around him, Vanessa should have made sure they were introduced to Sun first. Her incompetence was astounding. “I’ll check this over later, I don't have the time for it right now.” Vanessa said with a huff as she turned around and walked back behind the counter. Lazy, she had only arrived a few hours ago and she was already using this new counselor as a scapegoat to get out of here faster. “This is your human employee, required by law.” Vanessa finally introduced them, giving Moon their name even though he already knew it from the scan of their files. “Since I have somewhere to be, I’ll let you give them a tour.” Vanessa said and Moon had to fight the urge to groan in utter annoyance. Showing a skittish human around the grounds was the absolute last thing he wanted to do right now. He wasn't allowed to outright refuse the command though so he just rolled his eyes and sighed. Vanessa shot him an annoyed look as she passed with her car keys in her hands. Before she left though, she turned to the still very nervous looking human, “Remember, use the phone in here if you need me and don't worry, he shouldn't bite.” He rolled his eyes again and then she was gone, leaving him with this jumpy little mouse.

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Literally nothing could have prepared you for this. Given the whole premise of Freddy Fazbear Entertainment Co, you really should have expected that some form of animatronics would be involved with this job but you weren't expecting that Sun and Moon, who were supposedly the other two counselors that’d be working with you all summer, were fucking robots. You had not been given any warning of this and now you were being left alone with one of them? This dream job was turning out to be more like a nightmare. It didn't help either that said robot looked downright pissed that he’d be the one to give you a tour. Vanessa hadn't even properly introduced you to him, though you figured it was safe to assume that this was Moon considering his very obviously lunar design. 

You shifted uncomfortably once Vanessa had left, fiddling with the badge in your hands. Maybe you could give a proper introduction? Yeah that’s what normal people did. You cleared your throat and gave a wobbly smile. “Uhm.. Hi.” You said awkwardly, suddenly feeling the urge to throw yourself out of a nearby window when his blood red eyes focused in on you again. “You must be Moon? Uh it's nice to meet you I think.” You blew out a breath as if that simple sentence was enough to wear you out. You really had no clue how to interact with an animatronic, especially not one that seemed so.. Human? His AI capabilities must be incredibly modern. “Yeah, Moon.” He said, the sound of his voice startling you as this was the first time he had spoken a word since you met him. It was deep, full of gravel but with a soothing quality to it. Even though he was glaring daggers at you, you found yourself relaxing just a little bit. 

He stood there for a moment, his gloved hand toying with the frayed edge of the bandana around his neck. You took the opportunity to look over his outfit which consisted of a deep forest green shirt over a long sleeve shirt that bore the same pattern as the bandanna around his neck. He had on a pair of worn jeans that had a tear in one knee and a pair of leather work boots that were scuffed and had little crescent moons on the sides. On his head he wore a forest green baseball cap that had seen better days, boasting the Camp Superstar logo on the white front. If the leather utility belt hanging loosely around his waist was any indication, you assumed he must fill in as some sort of handyman. He made a sound that mimicked clearing his throat as he stared down at you and you quickly looked back up to his face that was split half periwinkle and the other side a deep blue. He averted his gaze and turned to the door, gesturing for you to follow him. Maybe he didn't like eye contact, that was fine with you.

You scrambled to gather up the papers and other things that Vanessa had given to you before she left and you quickly followed after the way too tall animatronic. Outside in the blazing late morning sunlight, you watched as he adjusted the brim of his hat to shade his eyes. You took note of the four wheeler sitting not too far away and realized that was the source of the engine sound you heard as he pulled up to the building. It was a deep, almost black, navy blue and it looked like it had hand painted stars on the side. It matched the yellow jeep in the parking lot, how cute. You heard Moon give another gruff sigh and he started talking without even looking back in your direction, walking forward with the expectation that you’d follow after him. “She gave you a map, right?” He asked, peeking over his shoulder once he heard the crunch of your sneakers on the gravel following behind him.

“Oh! Uhm yes, she did.” You said, shifting through the papers in your hand so you could pull out the cute cartoony map. Moon just hummed in response as he started leading the way down a well worn pathway covered in more of the beige gravel of the clearing that housed the canteen and office. The path was framed by gorgeous evergreen trees and ferns, the soothing cadence of blue jays in the branches melding with the gravel beneath your shoes in a beautiful melody. You spotted a cute little cotton-tailed rabbit dart across the pathway in front of Moon but he didn't even glance at it, far more used to the wildlife around here than you were. Soon enough the path forked into three different ways and three sun-bleached flags marked the pathways, each with a different symbol and color.

 “That way leads to team Lunar’s cabins.” Moon said, pointing at the faded blue and silver flag that displayed a symbol of a crescent moon that marked the pathway to the left. “That’s the path to team Solar’s cabins.” He huffed, flicking his hand towards the burgundy and gold flag with the sun symbol on it that marked the trail in the center of the fork. “And that one is yours.” He finished by pointing to the right path which was marked by a black flag with silver trim and a golden star. “All of the layouts are the same, it's just the colors that are different.” He offered that simple explanation before he started leading you down the path marked by the star flag. It didn't take long at all for that path to open up into a new clearing.

This area was fully surrounded by trees, the open grassy fields that surrounded the canteen and office nowhere to be found. There was a rope fence running the edge of the clearing that deterred people from entering the woods but probably not by much. There were three cabins laid out in a half circle with a fire pit in the center, fallen logs acting as the seats around the pit. The cabins seemed a little newer than the canteen but they were still clearly aged. The walls were not made of logs though, instead the bottom halves of the walls were constructed with wood paneling and the top halves were a fine mesh that allowed the breeze to blow through the small buildings to seemingly keep them cool. You cringed a little at the fact that the buildings didn't have ac but it shouldn't be too much of a problem. A little off to the side was a sturdier building though it was much smaller than the cabins. It had two entry ways and you realized that it must have been the bathrooms. It was constructed with concrete walls, air vents cut out of the tops to allow for air flow although it was minimal. 

“The kids stay in these cabins.” Moon’s voice pulled you out of your inspection of the area and you looked back at where he was starting, posture slouched and his glove-covered hands loosely in the pockets of his worn out jeans. “They aren't allowed to leave the area after dark unless you’re accompanying them.” He said this firmly, indicating this was a rule that he was very strict on enforcing. “If any of them give you a hassle about sneaking out though.. Just let me know..” His tone was ominous and he left it at that, heading off to another pathway that seemed to curve back towards the direction of where he said the solar cabins were. “This path leads to the staff cabin.” He pointed and from the entrance of the pathway you could see another, slightly bigger, cabin. It wasn't far at all and you’d easily be able to make your way to the kids cabins if anything went wrong. “There are paths leading to the other team cabins as well, it's easily accessible.” Moon said as he brushed past you and started leading the way to the staff cabin.

As you got closer, you realized that this building was also incredibly old, probably constructed around the same time as the canteen. It looked very similar to the canteen as well, constructed almost identically with wood log walls and a roof made of metal shingled painted a deep forest green. The place was a bit worse for wear but from here you could see that it had a window air conditioning unit and you let out a little breath of relief since you weren't certain you would be able to handle the heat of the summer like the kids unfortunately would have to. Not far from the decent sized building was a small shed with a carport sticking out from the side. You were surprised to find that the ATV Moon left outside of the office was now parked there instead. How in the world did it get there?

The sound of the front door opening pulled your attention back to the staff cabin and you faltered in your steps, freezing in place as Moon continued to walk forward and hopped up the few steps to stand on the shaded front porch of the wooden building. Standing beside him was, well, the fucking sun apparently. After meeting Moon, you assumed that Sun was also going to be an animatronic but that didn't stop you from being a bit startled by seeing him with no prior warnings. He was just as tall as Moon –if not a little taller thanks to the vibrant yellow rays framing his dual toned faceplate– but his clothing was much more open and welcoming than Moon’s closed off appearance. He wore a softer green shirt tucked into a pair of khaki shorts that were clearly made for the outdoors. Mismatched socks peeked over a pair of brightly colored canvas shoes that mimicked the appearance of Converse with little eclipsed sun symbols on the ankles. Around his neck was a red and gold striped handkerchief that sported a cute bell in the center which jingled as he moved.

Where Moon was all glares and scowls, Sun was the opposite. He had bright, welcoming blue eyes and the cutest orange-red circles on his cheeks that framed an adorable gap-toothed grin. He shared a brief glance with Moon before he skipped down the steps, eye sparkling as he took in your appearance from head-to-toe. “Hello Starshine! It's so lovely to finally meet you!” He gushed happily as he walked up to you in long strides. Moon liked to keep his distance but Sun was reaching for your hand to shake right away as his way too tall frame loomed over you. You let him take your hand, stumbling over your words as he shook it with surprising strength though of course he was careful not to hurt you. “I was busy when Moon met you earlier, I'm so so sorry I couldn't greet you right away.” Sun apologized to you with a little frown on his face. He seemed far more upset about not meeting you first than you wer.. How did he know when you met Moon anyway?

“Oh I am just so happy to have you here!” He continued on, not giving you a chance to speak as he squeezed your hand in his huge silicone one. “I have so many wonderful ideas and there's just so much to share! Oh, but first let me show you to your room before I forget.” Sun suddenly pulled you forward, holding you by the hand as he led you up the stairs to the porch. Your hand was released as Sun opened the door, doing a silly bow as he held it open for you to come inside. The cool air hit your slightly sweat soaked forehead and you had to think again about how thankful you were that you didn't have to sleep in a hot cabin every night. The front door opened into a rather big foyer type of room with stairs leading to an upper level across the room. To the left was what looked like a dining room, the table covered in various craft supplies including lots of rainbow construction paper and all kinds of glitter glue. It seemed like there were some unfinished paper chains in the team flag colors snaking over chairs and the table. To the right was a living room with a thick shag rug in front of a fireplace and surprisingly comfy looking couches framing the sitting area. The walls of the livingroom were decorated with various landscape paintings and hunting memorabilia. A pretty classic design given the fact that this was a cabin in the woods. 

Sun thankfully gave you the time to look around as he slipped into the dining room and gave a nervous little chuckle. “So sorry about the mess in here. I've been making decorations for the cabins.” He explained as he straightened out the supplies on the table. Once he was satisfied with his tidying, he returned to your side and beckoned you to follow him up the stairs. You followed after him and he rambled on about his decorations and how they were almost ready for opening day. It was pretty sweet that he cared enough about the kids to spend hours hand making decorations for their first day. Soon he led you to the end of the upstairs hallway and to a door that had a star wood burned on its front. “This will be your room for the summer!” Sun said excitedly as he popped open the door and gently pushed you inside. It wasn't anything fancy, a decent sized room with a comfortable looking mattress pushed up against the wall and two end tables on either side. There was a dresser adjacent to the foot of the bed and the far wall of the bedroom had a window that showed a gorgeous view of the lush green forest and you could see the little shed from here. 

Sun rocked from foot to foot as he watched you look around, that cheerful smile never leaving his face. He seemed to light up with joy as you turned to look at him. “It's okay if you don't like it now, you're allowed to decorate your room however you want!” Sun said happily, looking like he was brimming with excitement. “I should so show you my room after you get settled in. Moon doesn't like it but I think I'm a great interior designer.” He shot you a playful wink before he was backing out of the room and motioning you to follow him. “But first we should get you all settled in! You didn't even bring your things with you.” He tsked mockingly as he led the way back down the hallway and to the stairs. Moon was in the foyer, leaning against one of the walls as his red gaze flicked to the two of you. “Moonie! Do you think-” Moon cut Sun off with a huff as he pushed off the wall. “Yeah yeah, help them get their things I already know.” He grumbled in annoyance. 

“Well let's go, we’re burning daylight.” Moon’s tone was harsh but he wasn't looking at Sun with any real malice. At least you didn't think so. Sun clapped a hand on your shoulder and pulled you with him towards the front door with Moon leading the way. “Moonie can take you on the Rover to get your things so you won't have to carry them alllll the way over here. And then we have the rest of the day to hang out!” Sun exclaimed as he stepped out onto the porch with you. Moon was already heading to the carport by the shed to grab the ATV that you just learned was apparently called the Rover. Sun had been so kind and welcoming towards you, you really didn't want to go back to the heavy silence between you and Moon. Speaking of Moon, he pulled up a moment later on the atv and leaned over the handlebars a little, resting his hand against his silicone cheek as he watched you with a bored expression. 

“Oh god I have to go for a ride on that thing?” You asked, suddenly aware that you’d have to ride back on the vehicle. Sun laughed at your question and Moon actually smirked, showing off sharp teeth that you didn't realize he had before. “Don’t worry little mouse, I won't let you fall.” Moon said with a deep, raspy chuckle as he sat up. You turned to Sun for a way out but he was just looking at you expectantly. A heavy sigh left you as you resigned your fate and shuffled to the vehicle. Surprisingly, Moon held out his hand for you to take and you gripped the leather glove tightly as you slid onto the seat behind him. “Make sure you drive safely.” Sun said sternly which only pulled another chuckle from Moon. With a rev of the engine, the vehicle took off and you quickly gripped the seat for dear life as Moon maneuvered it down one of the pathways, laughing fully for the first time since you met him. Vanessa was wrong, biting would have been way better than this.

[vixendoesstuff]

Fuck it, I'm embracing the cringe

Trolls AU where everything is relatively the same except Branch is a Techno Troll, purely for the reason that those guys are my favs out of the tribes and nothing else

Like maybe his egg somehow washed up to the Troll Tree from some event I haven't made up yet, and he's found by maybe John Dory or Grandma Rosiepuff and was brought into the family

Same thing happened after he's hatched, he got into BroZone as the weird looking but funky Troll baby Bitty B, the thing happened, the band broke up, leaving Branch alone with his grandma

Then she got eaten (cue the meme)

Poor Branch then turned grey due to the trauma he went through, like

More or less he looks like this for 20 years, with the addition of his pixel heart being split in two for added angst

Same thing happened as in canon afterwards; Branch is the village grouch and self imposed exile, except maybe his treatment is sort of worse here 'cause he's not like the others. Evidence, he has fins for legs, fins for ears, his hair can't stretch like all Pop Trolls can, and just generally the "don't sing or dance or hug" thing. Hence, he's a bit more bitter and more towards the village and more willing to lash out more than he did in canon (or atleast what we're shown on screen anyway)

I don't think his poor treatment would go too far since I see King Peppy sort of protecting Branch as best he can by redirecting the villagers' anger away from him. Maybe due to him thinking his treatment from the civillians were too cruel, or it's 'cause he knows Branch is a Techno Troll and felt bad for suffering this fate from the other Pop Trolls and being separated from his own people, so he did his best to accomodate Branch (doubtful, but no one is perfect I guess)

(Will Peppy tell Branch the truth about him, though? Lol, hell no, he's too much of a wuss to do that)

So I guess in a way, he's more or less on good terms with King Peppy, but not enough for him to consider him a friend or anything. Branch just trust Peppy's judgement a bit more than in canon (still think he's an idiot, though)

But anyway, same thing happened, Poppy hosts the biggest and loudest party ever and got raided by the Chef Bergen, Poppy and Branch sets out to Bergen Town to rescue the kidnapped Trolls, set Bridget up to a date with the king, Branch explains his sad backstory, Creek betrays them and got the whole village snatched up, they all lost their colours, Poppy and Branch sings True Colours to get their colours back and subsequently got Branch's colours back (which I'll make a drawing referencr later 'cause I'm still debating on what he'll look like), and they sang to the Bergens to make everything sunshine and rainbows, The End

So yeah it's all the same with the added edition of Branch being a Techno Troll. Other than gags and jokes about him being different and a sprinkle of added stuff to his lore on why he's different, nothing really changes

But when World Tour happens

Oh boy

[skzoologist]

word count: ~4.3k, roughly 550-600 words per member

warnings: Bae has a bad mental day in the Jisung one, but it is not described in depth; Bae yells at someone in the last one

genre: slight angst, but mostly fluff and comfort

a/n: Of course I can, thank you very much for the cute ask! I hope this is what you wanted, have fun reading! It was honestly a bit hard to write, because Bae has such a strong martyr syndrome, so he never asks for help and rarely does he get sick, this idiot.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bang Chan:

The band was filming something for STAY, which wouldn’t surprise anyone. They were always working on something, new albums, interviews, award shows, all kinds of things.

This time they were all gathered in a room to film, clothed comfortably as they just chatted with their fans and each other. No dancing, singing or anything, just harmless chatting and fooling around, maybe some cheeky hinting at future albums or things STAY could look forward to.

And just as usual, Bae sat there between Chan and Hyunjin, silent. Not that he had to be, of course, no one forced him, but he loved letting the others speak and just listen to them. It was calming for him, and talking a lot just wasn’t in his nature. He added in his own thoughts and comments here and there, answering a few questions occasionally.

But sometimes, sometimes the others’ chatter and yelling became too much to bear, his mind becoming hazy and chaotic. Words would make less and less sense to him, the syllables turning into simple noise that grated against his eardrums. Every yell or shout pounded into his skull, as if someone was actively stabbing the squishy organ.

This didn’t happen often, but when it did, he tried his best to hide it.

Bae was never one to ask for help, always wanting to solve everything on his own, thinking that the moment he would ask for help, he would become a burden. Thus, he remained seated there, lips slightly pursed and a hand tugging at his ear that was hidden by his long hair. He would always do this unconsciously, the notion slightly easing the pain and confusion residing in his skull.

A hand gently grabbed his, tugging it away from the raw skin underneath his fingers. His head was led towards a shoulder, his pained ear pressed onto skin and fabric. His other ear was covered by a hand, the thumb slowly caressing the hair around it.

That unbearable noise became quieter, as if he was further away from it, everything now muffled and more tolerable. The hold on him was tender, as if the smallest of wrong moves would shatter him.

Even without glancing up, Bae knew it was Chan who held him so carefully. Only one person did this, quietly humming for him so he could focus on the vibrations that left Chan’s chest. His overwhelmed mind was grateful, immediately latching onto that quiet buzzing and focusing only on that.

The chaos decreased around him, no doubt the result of that shushing sound he’d heard just a few seconds ago. It was probably Minho, his other hyung who always came to his rescue whenever this happened.

“How’re ya, baby?” - Chan’s pleasantly low voice asked, urging Bae to hum in response.

He was definitely feeling better, his jumbled mind able to focus on what someone was saying, but he remained there anyway. Bae would never admit it out loud, but he felt the safest in Chan’s arms, as if nothing could harm him.

His hyung let out an airy laugh and squeezed his shoulder, only holding him tighter. It was all Bae could ever ask for, a gentle distraction from his failing mind. From the outside, it just looked like he was cuddling with Chan, so it was the perfect solution.

And for the rest of the live, Bae remained seated there, leaning against a dimple-smiled Chan who held him happily.

Lee Know:

That day in particular wasn’t any different than the others. Everyone woke up at the crack of dawn, ready to start their schedule after -hopefully- throwing something into their stomachs.

Bae was no different, starting his day at the gym to get into shape for their tour. An hour or two later, he was done, absolutely sure he would be sore the next day. After a quick shower he hopped over to the company, only to go to singing practice.

They wanted him to hit a higher note, something that he couldn’t get just right. So they had him try again and again, his throat sore and head hurting. It took him an embarrassing amount of time, but he finally hit that note, the coach letting him go for the day. It was a good thing too, because with how long he took, he had to go straight to dance practice, unless he wanted to be yelled at.

Bae ran there as fast as he could, his breathing heavy as he opened the door and found everyone already inside, ready to start. They smiled at him, standing up and getting into formation. He followed their examples, getting into place and dancing when the music started, even though the room felt too bright, painfully so.

But it seemed like it wasn't his day, as he only kept messing things up. His vision had black spots swimming in it, his mouth felt dry no matter how much he drank. No amount of blinking helped him either, half his vision already gone, making it really hard to see the others or even the wall-sized mirror in front of him.

“Bae, you either get yourself together or leave.” - it was Minho’s voice, prompting Bae to look in his direction. “With the tour on our necks, we really can’t afford anyone lazing around. So fucking try harder!”

Minho was becoming extremely agitated, his voice loud and snappy. Bae understood why, knowing fully well that his hyung was simply saying the truth, so he just nodded in response.

“Look into my eyes when I’m talking to you.”

Bae really tried, he truly did. But no matter how much he looked, he could only see a part of Minho’s face, everything else was covered by darkness. His head was starting to develop a dull pain too, slowly growing stronger by the minute.

“Hey, Bae. Bae, can you see me? Jagi, say something.” - his hyung’s voice immediately softened, his face held in careful hands. Yet, he could only stand there, gulping air greedily with swimming vision, even though he'd closed his eyes a while ago.

“Shit, he’s having a migraine.” - that was all it took for him to be lifted up and quickly taken away from that horribly bright room.

Only when he was gently laid down onto a bed did he manage to pry his eyes open, wincing at the pressure that built behind his eyelids and skull. It throbbed relentlessly, as if something wanted to burst out of there.

“I left out water for you on your nightstand, please drink as much as you can. Your phone’s there too, call us if you need anything, like always. We’ll be back soon, just try and sleep it away.” - with the sensation of lightly cold fingers fluttering over his forehead and pushing away some stray strands of hair in their wake, Bae heard the door to his room close as both his hyungs left, whispering to not worsen his headache.

Seo Changbin:

Everyone knew Bae was careful when it came to dance practice, even the managers and the other workers.

So imagine their surprise when they witnessed Bae twisting his ankle first-hand, all because he didn’t want to accidentally collide into another member.

No, it was usually Bae who was the first to assess damage when something happened, the first one to help and calm everyone down. And somehow, he did that even when he himself was injured, holding a slightly shaking Jisung’s hand and patting a freaking out Felix on the head. It wasn’t like it was a big injury, no, it turned out to be a simple sprained ankle, one that would heal in a few weeks.

At least Bae thought so, unlike everyone else, who babied and pampered him endlessly.

“Binnie, I just wanted to grab some water…” - he sighed out, but no malice was in it. “You must not move a single muscle while I’m here, your knight in shining armour!” - came the loud reply, Changbin soon appearing with a big glass of water in front of his patient.

Bae could only sigh and accept it wordlessly, watching as the little dwaekki’s eyes shined with what could only be identified as pride.

Why?

Well, for some unknown reason Changbin nominated himself as Bae’s personal assistant, ready to help in anything. In anything. Bae wanted to grab something? It was in his hands in the blink of an eye. He wanted to go somewhere? Changbin immediately knelt down before him, ready to give him the piggyback ride of his life.

“You do know I can walk with crutches, right?” “What crutches?”

That was the other thing, he kept asking the poor doctor for crutches, only for them to disappear the next day. He wasn’t that stupid -unlike the members of baboracha-, he knew it was this little dwaekki’s doing. Bae was on the verge of giving up, letting Changbin have his way. The man was way too stubborn for his tired mind.

The sound of a door opening could be heard, Chan and Hyunjin striding through.

“How you doin’, baby?” - Chan asked in a singsong voice, giggling as Bae just glared at him in return.

Hyunjin merely dramatically draped himself over Bae’s uninjured side, making sure to snuggle up to him extra hard. Bae’s face contorted, protesting against this unfair treatment. But no matter how hard he pushed the younger away, Hyunjin always came back and latched onto his immobile form. Chan also joined in on the fun, ruffling up his hair and leaning against the back of the couch.

“I’m glad you’re in high spirits, but don’t forget to go to the photoshoot in an hour. Take Changbin with you, I don’t want you to worsen your injury.”

Bae nodded at that, knowing fully well that he most probably had no choice in the matter anyway.

And how right he was.

That hour rolled by, his form smothered in the others’ and his ears still ringing with their teasing and giggling. Somehow he got free from them, only to have Changbin carry him to his room and help him get ready. He really didn’t need help, but he couldn’t fight the man off, it was like trying to push a giant rock with a broken hand.

So, with heated cheeks, he was finally ready to go, only to witness the dwaekki rush in front of him after he himself got ready as well, kneeling down.

“No.” “Yes.” “No, Bin.” “Yes Bin.”

Bae groaned as he dragged a hand down his face, praying that no camera would catch them like this. With a heavy heart, he climbed onto Changbin’s back and buried his head into his neck, listening to his delighted giggles as he ran out of the dorm.

Hwang Hyunjin:

They were doing a live for their fans, listening to music and chilling while chatting. It was the usual shebang, everyone joking around and teasing each other.

While Bae was quiet, like usual, he was somehow even more out of it that day.

He didn’t comment on almost anything, he didn’t give any of them a criminal side eye when they acted like their usual gay self, nothing. It was a bit troubling, something that even a few fans noticed.

In all honesty, Bae was just a bit under the weather for no particular reason. He woke up tired, as if someone took him off the charger halfway through the night.

That remaining energy only diminished as he went through with his day, now seemingly nearing its end. He tried to mask it up, but it felt nearly impossible.

Bae desperately hoped that no one would notice his damp spirits, but his prayers weren’t heard.

Hyunjin moved next to his standing form -because they were all huddled up, watching a clip-, a hip bumping into his. He glanced at the younger next to him, seeing him start to lightly dance around, a little habit of his. So he ignored him, focusing back onto the clip–

Another bump. Then another and another, until he finally looked at the perpetrator, who just flashed a cheeky little smile his way. Bae couldn’t stop the slight upwards curve of his mouth, especially when Hyunjin took his hands and started dancing harder, forcing Bae to join him in his shenanigans.

They swayed together, spun around, even as the music ended and another took its place. No, Hyunjin didn’t let up, not until he heard Bae’s soft laughter, until he saw the older smile so wide his eyes turned into little crescent moons.

Sometime along Felix and Jisung joined in, fooling around and filling the place with laughter. The remaining members either took some photos or filmed them, having the time of their lives watching this rare moment.

Bae didn’t notice them until it was all too late, his breath short and lungs greedily demanding more air. He stopped with a Hyunjin draped over his shoulders, his cheeks hurting from the smile he formed. Slowly, his mind catched up to what he had done, his eyes settling on the camera and the zooming chat, the latter filled with comments on how cute he and everyone was. His skin flushed red, something everyone caught before he hid behind his hands.

“Come on, don’t hide, you were so cute while dancing!” - Hyunjin whined over his shoulder, no doubt enjoying the situation.

Bae merely shook his head, unable to face anyone, especially the camera and their fans behind it.

“You never really dance with me, what’s this!” - Changbin started protesting, soon joined by several other members. “Yah, he’s right, are you playing favourites now?” - it was Minho this time, his typical cheshire smile dancing on his lips.

Bae couldn’t form an answer, too flustered and mortified. The members and the staff all laughed, watching as Hyunjin walked in front of Bae and turned him away from the camera, hugging him. He let Bae bury his face into his neck, swaying from side to side gently to the rhythm of the music.

“Thank you.” - Bae whispered it out, but even over the chaos, Hyunjin heard it, bringing a gentle smile to his lips.

Han Jisung:

Waking up felt useless. Getting out of bed was even more useless.

Why should he bother, when his efforts were wasted, only his faults pointed out? Why should he even try at that point?

None of it mattered.

Those were the thoughts circling around in Bae’s head, his sad form engulfed in his blanket, his room plunged into darkness. It was way past his alarms, the time nearing noon. He was lucky to not have anything on his schedule that day, besides his own training and practices. This way he wasn’t causing trouble for anyone else for not appearing, something that slightly eased his guilt and self-deprecating thoughts.

He could freely mop in his room, or at least, that was his plan.

The plan that was shattered when someone knocked on his door gently, the knob twisting and light pouring into the room once he gave no answer. He was facing away from the door, so he had no way of knowing who the intruder was. But it was better this way, they wouldn’t see his sorry state and how miserable he became.

The bed dipped next to him, only the quiet shuffling of clothes could be heard in the deafening silence.

“Why are you here?” - Bae grated out, his voice rough from the lack of use. “Felix texted me.” - Jisung answered, because of course it was him.

The boy had a keen sense of Bae’s mood, always knowing when he was having a bad mental day. It was both reassuring and frightening.

None of them talked after that, just merely existed in the same space. It was as peaceful as it was suffocating.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Silence greeted Jisung, his question remaining unanswered. But he didn’t huff, whine or ask it again, no, the boy just slid up against the headboard and made himself comfortable. No talking, prying, nothing. Only their soft breathing could be heard and the soft taps as Jisung was no doubt messing around on his phone.

Bae remained lying there, guilt eating away at him like a slow-working poison. He knew Jisung had his schedule full, the boy needing to be at a photoshoot. But no, instead he was sitting in his room, dealing with his sorry ass.

“I know what you’re thinking, and no, there was a technical problem with the cameras, so my shooting was rescheduled. So don’t even think like that, aegi.” - Jisung’s voice was soft, yet stern.

Bae wasn’t sure if it was the truth or the sweet lie he needed to be told to feel better. Either way, he accepted it, because he had no choice. Not unless he wanted to completely break down in front of his quokka.

A soft melody started filling the room, completely unprompted. It came from Jisung’s direction, the song immediately recognised by Bae as a Howl’s Moving Castle OST. It gave his mind something to focus on, instead of his spiralling thoughts that were eating him alive.

Han Jisung knew him too well, to a scary amount.

To the point where he took Bae into his hold without missing a beat the moment Bae moved towards him. He also knew of that specific motion that calmed him down, his touch soft and gentle. He also knew not to pry, not to shush him or whisper sweet nothing into his ear. No, he knew Bae merely needed to be held, to be hummed to softly.

Han Jisung knew him too well, but he cherished it.

Lee Felix:

They had a rough day, filming shot after shot, busy making the new MV for their upcoming album. This time Bae had a bit more role than the others, being the one who was put into the spotlight. He himself wasn’t sure why, because usually it was Felix or Hyunjin who got this role.

But, he wasn’t about to complain, so he just quietly did as he was told, following the instructions quietly and cursing silently when something wasn’t right and they had to reshoot it.

He was on his last thread, ready to roll over and die when the staff members announced that they were done, telling him he did a good job and everyone was ready to go home. The other members were already gone, having finished an hour or two ago, no doubt already ready for bed and relaxing -except Chan, he knew how the man could get-.

Bae collected the remains of his strength and said goodbye to all the staff, wishing them goodnight and helping a bit where he could. They only let him linger for a few minutes, soon shooing him away with gentle smiles, no doubt seeing how tired the idol was.

So, he changed clothes and went on his merry way to his dorm, the ride silent and never ending. But eventually, he was in the elevator, the little ding letting him know he was ready to step out shortly. His long legs carried him to the correct door sluggishly, his body feeling heavy and useless.

Bae only wanted to take a hot shower and fall into his bed, but his plan failed before it could even take form.

The moment he stepped foot into their dorm, Felix was there, greeting him with a gentle smile and a gentler voice. The younger took his bag and put it away, leading him to the bathroom after he took his jacket and shoes off.

A steaming bath awaited him, the water smelling sweet and heavenly. Felix didn’t say a word, just pushed Bae into the room and closed the door. Now, Bae was confused, never doubt that, but he was also too tired to question anything, so he just accepted it and took off his clothes. The water was just the right temperature, relaxing his sore muscles and lulling him into a blissful state.

When he caught himself slightly nodding off, the scent of rose and hibiscus like a lullaby, he got out of the bath and dried himself. His fluffy pyjamas were already there, no doubt the work of the young aussie. With a smile on his face, he put it on, the plush fabric engulfing his form comfortably, like the hug of a pillow.

Sauntering out, he was quickly led away by Felix once more, this time towards their living room. Everyone else was there, already piled up on the couch and seats. The young boy led him to an empty space, sitting down and urging him to take a seat next to him. Bae obliged, his tired mind not even thinking about the prospect of arguing.

That was why he even let the freckled boy make him lay down, leading his head into his lap. Nimble fingers immediately tangled into his hair, playing with the strands and massaging the skin. A blissful sigh left Bae’s form, his eyes closing in delight. There was a movie going on the TV, everyone watching it, but he didn’t care at that moment.

Felix’s touch was too relaxing, lulling him into a tranquil headspace, soon plunging him into the land of dreams.

Kim Seungmin and Yang Jeongin:

Bae was obviously frustrated with himself that day, it was written in the slight dip in his brows and the forceful moves he kept repeating in front of the wall-sized mirror. Nothing was good for him, even though to the naked eye, he had already perfected that same move 2 hours ago.

At least that was what Jeongin thought, his gaze plastered on his hyung’s agitated form as he watched the man restart the song yet again. It was an endlessly repeating hellish cycle, one that increasingly worried the maknae.

Without an ounce of hesitation, he stepped away from the windowed door and walked a bit further down the hall, taking out his phone and calling someone. It didn’t take long for the other to pick it up, groggy voice greeting him from the other side.

“Hey, you need to come back to the company. Dal hyung is still practicing.”

That was all it took for the other to understand the severity of the situation, his voice perking up in alert.

“I’ll be right there, don’t go in alone.” - the call ended, Jeongin pocketing his phone and anxiously waiting around.

He never liked when this was happening, it always felt like playing with fire. His hyung would never intentionally hurt any of them, but he could get so consumed by his own self-hatred and perfectionism that it would be impossible to get him to stop.

Not without someone getting hurt, albeit not physically.

But Jeongin didn’t need to ponder for much longer, Seungmin’s form approaching his in the corridor. They nodded at each other and back to that door they went, the only one that had light and music pouring out of it still. With bated breaths they opened it, walking in until Bae noticed them.

But even then, he didn’t stop.

“Hyung, you need to stop.” - it was Seungmin, the braver of the two.

Bae merely shook his head, carding a hand through his hair in frustration.

“No, Hyung, really, stop for today, please. Your form is already perfect, please.” - Jeongin pleaded with him, desperate for this to come to an end.

Their pleas hit deaf ears, their hyung ignoring them and starting the choreography all over again. Seungmin had enough. He walked over to the sound system and paused the music, disconnecting Bae’s phone from it in the process.

Now that got his attention.

“Fuck, Seungmin, I said no!” - his voice was raised, his shoulders raising up and down as he was desperately gasping for air.

The room was silent, neither of them saying anything. It took Bae a few seconds to realise what he had done, regret immediately swallowing him whole.

“Shit, no, sorry, I didn’t mean to shout, Minnie, forgive me. I–” “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” “No, I’m so sorry, to both of you.” - Bae’s voice cracked at the end, his form engulfing Seungmin’s. “Ew, no, you’re all sweaty and gross!” - the younger playfully yelled as Bae merely laughed, going over to hug the maknae as well, no matter how much he protested. “Sweaty hugs aside, will you come back with us now?” - Jeongin asked, using his puppy eyes to make sure he would win.

With a silent sigh, Bae nodded, knowing he wouldn’t win against these two anyway. After he quickly packed his stuff together, the three were on their way back to the dorms.

“Dal hyung, you’re too harsh on yourself. I saw you perform that choreo 6 times back to back and there was nothing wrong with it, and I’m not saying this only to make you feel better. You’re blinded by your chase for perfection, missing it when it’s right under your nose.” - Jeongin’s confident words were loud in the quiet halls, robbing Bae’s attention away. “Sometimes you have to let up and take a step back, Hyung. There are times when the solution is that, to just take a rest. If not for yourself, then for us.” - this time it was Seungmin, the puppy’s words filled with emotion.

Bae just walked with them silently, but their words cut deep. He didn’t even realise that they were already at their destination, the two youngest already out of their shoes.

“You can crash at us tonight, I already told the old man. Take a shower and sleep, Hyung. We’re watchin’ you.”

The oldest couldn’t help but laugh at that, ruffling his maknaes hair as he walked by them, uttering a silent thanks.

He was truly blessed to have such attentive members by his side.

[leiawritesstories]

Okay I saw “First time getting drunk” on one of the prompt lists and now I’m imagining aelin or rowan maybe having their 21st, having waited all that time without having alcohol and maybe the other one’s teasing them for being such a goody-two-shoes, and then they get drunk together and it’s either hilarious or there’s a love confession or literally anything at all, this is just where my brain headed but you can go anywhere you want to with this prompt, your ideas are always amazing

(And congrats again❤️)

HI ABBY THANK YOU SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️this made me CACKLE and i hope it makes you laugh too ;)

Word count: ~1.4k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drunken antics, *someone* is a lightweight

enjoy!!

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The Staghorns Bar was packed by the time Aelin and Rowan walked through the old wooden doors, instantly bombarded with the barrage of blaring music, tattooed skin, and beer stench that was so familiar to Staghorns's regulars.

"Welcome to your new favorite place!" Aelin called into Rowan's ear, raising her voice over the thumping music.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer against him. "I already want to leave."

She laughed, pinched her best friend's cheek. "Where's the fun in that, birthday boy? You don't even have to pay for your drinks tonight."

"Fine, I'll stay," he relented, grinning at her. "If only for the free drinks."

"You've never known the pain of paying for your booze," she reminded him, snickering. Rowan's refusal to touch alcohol until he was 21 had been a longstanding joke among their friend group.

"And whose bank account has that benefitted, hmm?" He raised his split brow.

"Okay, you can stop now." She poked him in the ribs. "I got the full college experience, booze and all, and I'm still in one piece, despite your hovering, Mom." She delivered that last word with heavy sarcasm. She might be eight months older than her best friend, but he hovered like an overprotective mother hen.

He snorted. "You keep calling me that, Ae, but we all--urk!" His snarky comment was cut off by a trademark Fenrys Moonbeam Hug Attack, which he allowed for exactly two seconds before shoving the blonde off of him.

Ever enthusiastic, Fen turned his sights onto Aelin, hoisting her off her feet in a bear hug. "You brought the birthday boy!" he exclaimed.

She laughed. "It took some bribery, but yeah, he's here."

"And he's gonna get druuuuuunk!" Fen cheered in a sing-song tone of of voice that had Rowan rethinking his decisions.

"Uh-uh, nope, I know that face." Aelin linked her arm through Rowan's and tugged him towards the booth where their friends were waiting. "No running away now, birthday boy."

"I'm not getting drunk," Rowan griped.

She snorted under her breath. "Since when have you ever listened to Fen's wildness? You'll have a beer, maybe taste some liquor, take a shot and cough on it like all the new drinkers do, and go home finally knowing what alcohol tastes like."

"And I should be excited for that?" he asked, deadpan.

She smacked his broad shoulder, which did more damage to her hand than his rock-solid muscles. Damn athletes. "You'll at least be able to tell your big bad hockey boys that you've graduated from the kiddie table." They reached the booth, where far too many people were crammed into a space meant for eight people, maximum. "He's here!"

"Happy birthday!" cheers sounded from their friends, and Rowan found himself deluged by more hugs and handshakes and back slapping.

"Never thought I'd see your pansy ass in a bar," Lorcan smirked, clapping him on the back.

"Fuck off." Rowan clapped Lorcan's back harder. The two of them had been teammates since they were in middle school, and Lorcan had been trying--unsuccessfully--to get Rowan to come to hockey team parties for years.

The taller man smirked wickedly and turned around, holding out his hand. "El, baby, pass me a cup?" A plastic cup full of beer appeared in Lorcan's hand. courtesy of his girlfriend, Elide. "Here you go, Birthday Boy." He picked up how own drink and tapped it to Rowan's. "Cheers, bitch!"

Rowan caught scent of the beer and immediately wrinkled his nose. "Smells fucking awful."

Appearing at his side, Aelin laughed. "We're college students, Ro, we only buy piss-cheap beer." She raised her own glass to him and pressed her lips to his ear. "Drink up, and I just might buy you something better."

"God damn, you're a terrible influence," he muttered, teasingly. "Cheers to me, then!" Saluting the booth, he tipped the cup back and took a long drink.

And gagged. "Fucking hell!"

Aelin chugged her whole cup in one go and laughed. "Not a fan?"

"No!" He switched cups with her. "Where's my real drink?"

"Aww, look at our little boy, all grown up and wanting liquor the second he tastes his first alcohol," Lorcan crooned, dropping his arms around Aedion and Rowan's shoulders.

Rowan shook him off. "Jackass."

Aedion slid a shot glass full of clear liquid across the tabletop. "All yours, birthday boy!" His grin was just as maniacal as Aelin's when she was up to no good.

Aelin shot her cousin a sharp look. "Aedy, is that--"

"Let him drink it and we'll find out," Aedion interrupted before she could finish, making a dramatic shut up! gesture.

She rolled her eyes. "You're a terrible influence." Swiping the other shot from Aedion, she took a quick sniff--yep, tequila. "Okay Ro, ready?" He nodded and picked up his shot. "Happy birthday, bestie!" She clinked her shot with his and, in unison, they tapped their glasses on the table and threw back the shots.

Rowan coughed and wheezed as the tequila burned down his throat, his face flushing red. "What the fuck?"

The booth burst into raucous laughter as he dropped his shot glass, reached for the glass of water sitting in front of Elide, and gulped it down desperately.

Only to find that what looked like water was in fact vodka.

"Look at our little alcoholic go!" Elide cheered, taking her drink away from Rowan as he coughed and spluttered some more.

"Wuh-water," he managed to wheeze. Aelin passed him her water bottle, and he took a tentative sip to confirm it was actually water before guzzling three-fourths of the bottle in one go. It helped, but didn't do anything to clear the glassy sheen his eyes had already taken on after half a cheap beer, one shot of tequila, and a generous helping of Elide's vodka.

"Better?" Aelin took back her water bottle. "Ro? Is that better?"

He turned to face her, blinking at the way her outline was...fuzzy? He shook his head. That couldn't be right. "Huh?"

A wide, wicked grin slipped across her face. "Rowan Whitethorn, are you drunk already?"

"No, I'm not!" he protested. It came out more like "no-uhmmm-not."

She snickered. "Should've known you'd be a lightweight after all your years refusing to drink." Standing, she draped his arm around her shoulders and waved to the table. "I'll make sure the birthday boy doesn't pass out before he gets home."

Rowan swayed on his feet but let her lead him out of the bar and across the parking lot until they'd reached his beat-up old pickup. He went to step up into the passenger seat, missed the running board, and flopped forward, catching his upper body on the seat.

Aelin sighed and rubbed his back comfortingly. "C'mon, you big drunk oaf, you have to get into the truck. I can't lift you."

"I'n lif' you," he slurred, grinning a big silly grin.

"I--wha--Ro!" She gasped as he turned around and lifted her easily, setting her down in the passenger seat. "Um, you've got it backwards, Rowan. You're way too drunk to drive. Hell, you might be too drunk to think properly' I can't let you drive."

"Am not!" He stuck out his lower lip. It was adorable. "'M'thinkin' jus' fine, an' I think I love you."

Aelin froze.

Rowan blinked at her, his hazy eyes wide with concern. "Ae?"

"You...you love me?"

A soft pink blush crept up his cheeks. "Yeah."

Her lips curved into a tiny, hesitant smile. "And you had to get drunk to admit it?" He opened and closed his mouth a few times, at a loss for words. She laughed softly and caught his chin in her hands, her bringing his face close to hers. "I'm just teasing, Ro." Gently, she pressed her lips to his, tasting the lingering alcohol.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her harder, breaking away after a long, sweet moment. His bright grin settled into a dark, cold corner of Aelin's heart and warmed it right through. "Stay wi'me?" he asked, his words still slurred together.

Beaming, she hopped down from the truck, boosted him into the passenger seat, went around to climb into the driver's seat, and started up the engine. "Of course."

Despite falling asleep within the first two minutes, he held her hand the whole drive back to campus.

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[steadypet101]

Igor, Eva, Scamper, and Brain headcannons #1 (Are the four great or not so great with kids?)

Igor- He is great with kids. Especially with kids who have disabilities and hunchbacked children. He would often have frequent visits either by himself or bring two or three of his friends with him and have reading sessions or read storybooks to the children in schools, to the orphans at the orphanage, to the blind orphans at the Home for Blind Orphans, and to the patients at children hospitals. Even though he doesn't plan on having any children of his own, he loves to help children to be happy and supportive of their dreams when they grow up. He is gentle with babies and toddlers. He studied their behaviors and knew whether or not they were distressed. Whenever they're sad or crying, he would comforted them with stuffed animals or just toys. Mainly, he uses reassuring words to help them feel at ease. He is really overprotective of them. He even made sure that they won't crawl anywhere dangerous or touch anything that's hazardous. He especially would never leave them unintended. Not for a millisecond. When making formulas, he made sure that he gave them the right amounts of milk, the temperature is just right, and that they're well-fed. He is a gentle and patient soul towards the kids, toddlers, and infants. The kids can be ecstatic when they see him, making him like a father figure to them. He doesn't mind. Although, he admits that being an actual father can have its challenges. He feared that he will never be a great father nor will he ever cut out to be one. Maybe it's because he's gotten used of Brain and Scamper who acted like children sometimes. They would drive him crazy. Or maybe it's because he is afraid that he can do something wrong when raising a child and it can result of him to be as a failure as a parent (it can be one of those two things IDK). Regardless, he loves to protect and look after children. He doesn't plan of being a father anytime soon.

Eva- She is definitely great with kids, especially when she is playing with the blind orphans. She is extremely cautious when carrying or handling babies since they are smaller compared to children. She oftentimes tag along with Igor whenever he have one of his frequent visits to certain places. She loves to sing songs and entertain to the children and babies. She can either sing by herself or with Igor (with his guitar) or Brain for a duet or just all of them together (she never asks Scamper to sing because she can't force him to do something he's not comfortable with which is fine with him). As a frankenmonster, she is unable to reproduce. But that's okay. Being a parent can be a scary and a stressful experience. She is like a mother hen and a great caregiver to the children and babies. She teaches the kids of how to be polite, learn good manners, how to be gentle for living beings such as animals and their baby siblings, understanding the dangers and safety of the world, stranger dangers, what to do and what not to do, and talk to them about life lessons. She loves to play pretend tea party and play games with the kids. Lifting them and pretend that they are airplanes are their favorite game. She is genuinely gentle, patient, and very motherly towards the children. The kids and the babies love her. She made extra sure that they are all safe.

Scamper- He is not so great with kids or babies in general. He thinks that kids are too much and their yelling freaks him out a little. When the infants do cry, he would panic and doesn't know what to do. He would never wanted babies of his own in his immortal life. He doesn't go with his friends if they're visiting children often. He usually stayed behind back home. But not wanting to make them feel bad, he tags along with them. As long they don't make him do anything embarrassing in front of the kids or let them play with his long ears or his cotton tail. But overall, he somewhat tolerate kids, toddlers, and infants as long as he isn't left alone with them. He wouldn't last 5 seconds with them alone. Although he must admit, some little kids love rabbits, especially him. He lets them pet him for a few seconds (he would tapping his foot when being scratched at his favorite spot as a habit). The kids see him as a therapy rabbit, which he doesn't mind. He just doesn't want to handle or deal with them alone. Nor he wanted any much affection or attention in general.

Brain- It's a 50/50 for him. He got along with kids. But with babies and toddlers? Not so much. He likes to play with kids. But he is not good of watching or babysitting them. Never leave him with one or more kids. Just don't. Because if anything happens that would require two arms, it can lead to disaster. He may be reckless and irresponsible at times, but he know a thing or two to make them smile and laugh. He can let one or two children ride on his robotic arm and drive around as if they're riding a race car (as shown in the prequel book when playing with the blind orphans). He would tell jokes and perform silly tricks to entertain them. What's really difficult for him is when the infants start crying and he doesn't know what to do since they don't know how to talk yet. That's why he would bond and play with the older children really well because they can talk of what they want. He is good with kids. He tolerates toddlers and babies, but he doesn't want to hurt them accidentally when holding them. He can't read words in children's books (only through the pictures in the pages), but he improvise to make the story more imaginative for the kids. They absolutely loved how he's telling them. Even Igor and Eva were impressed by his storytelling. Even Scamper admits it's pretty nice despite its childish and lame, but it's what makes the kids happy. He respects that. Brain feels appreciated for his quirks. That's what makes him be him. There is nothing that can change all of that.

It took me a couple of hours to come up with something like this yesterday and today. It's been in my head for a while ago, and I wanted to get it out. I'm not sure what headcanons I should do next. I'm sure they'll come up to me eventually.

I hope y'all like this 🩷

[daintyduck99]

things you said with no space between us + OT3 of your choice

Julie didn't know a ghost could get so pale.

Maybe it's just shocking because she's used to seeing Reggie with a perpetual flush, which is probably the part that shouldn't be possible. It makes it easy to forget that he's dead when he usually looks and acts so…bright, so alive. 

Now he just looks wrong, still and small. 

And his eyes are dreadfully vacant. 

Luke grasps his shoulders, guitars forgotten, and frowns as another crack of thunder makes Reggie shudder. 

"Reg, you're okay, you're here with us—" 

Julie scurries over to Alex as Luke continues to murmur to Reggie. Alex is also watching concernedly, hovering beside his drum kit. She clutches his arm. 

"What's wrong, what can we do?" 

They grimace in sympathy as the wind begins to howl and Reggie starts to shake.

Alex blows out a breath. "Astraphobia. It's—we think the sounds overwhelm him with like, bad memories of being home." 

Julie lets out a distressed whine. She meets Luke's eyes and sees the same emotions that are churning in her gut. 

"And? Isn't there anything we can do?"

"We could pull out the couch bed," Luke suggests, "if we hold him, it usually helps."

She makes up her mind in an instant.

"Take him to my room. Mess up the bed if you have to, turn on all of the lights, I don't care. Do whatever might help." 

Luke poofs them away. She turns to Alex.

"Do you think you could take me?"

He swallows. "I mean, I can try—" 

"If you can't, that's okay. I just don't want…if I ran through the rain, it'd take me longer before…" 

"I get it," he says softly, and Julie wraps him in a grateful hug. "If it works, I'll poof you there and then I'll head out. Too many people might just overwhelm him and—" 

"And you want to keep looking for Willie."

He blows out another breath. "Yeah." 

She squeezes him tighter, burying a small smile in his hoodie as he does it back. 

"Okay. Just…be careful, Alex." 

"I will," he murmurs, and they hurtle through space in the blink of an eye, but he keeps her steady. "I promise."

Then he's gone, and she stumbles over to her bed, aided by the cozy lamplight.

She crawls under the covers, where Luke already has Reggie pressed to his chest. He speaks softly in his ear, running his hands up and down Reggie’s back. 

"It's okay, baby, you're safe, we're in Julie's room. Everything is gonna be alright." 

Did he just…? 

Okay, not that important right now. 

Julie bites her lip. "How should I…"

"You can wrap around him from behind—let me just—"

With a bit of wriggling and maneuvering, they get Reggie tucked between them. 

As she'd hoped, the storm is less loud than it'd been in the studio, and her curtains are closed, preserving the coziness of her room and muffling the sounds even more. 

"He's shaking much less," Julie murmurs, idly rubbing Reggie’s arm. "Is that good?"

"Yeah, but—" 

A particularly nasty clap of thunder makes Luke suck in a breath. 

"We need to keep talking. Singing, something. He should come out of it then."

CRACK.

They're plunged into total darkness, and Julie and Luke both make soothing sounds as Reggie lets out a little distressed noise.

"We've got you," she says softly, and it's probably too soft but it's what he needs. "Baby, come back, we'll keep you safe." 

Luke hums, and her heart skips. It's wanted to escape this whole time, but she's been forcing herself to breathe evenly and keep it calm for Reggie’s sake.

Luke doesn't push it either, though. 

He goes from humming to singing, and his voice thrums with the same gentle warmth it'd held when they sang this in the kitchen.

Your eyes, through the night, you and I 

Julie jumps in on the next line, singing through a smile, and she knows he is, too.

We will fight to shine together 

They make it through a verse and another chorus before Reggie jerks. Breathlessly, he asks them something about angels. 

"No," Luke says, then pauses. "Well—maybe one. Julie's here, after all." 

Julie just huffs, pressing her face between Reggie’s shoulder blades. "Are you okay?" 

Reggie's voice comes out clearer, but it's very small. She's sure they'd be squeezing him too hard if he actually needed to breathe, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Um. Would you—keep singing to me?"

"Of course," she and Luke chorus.

She wonders if he had to bite off baby, too.

Judging by the way he clears his throat...she wants to say that the answer is yes. 

[giggly-squiggily]

~Nozel Silva Headcanons~

Hi hello your girl Squiggily is brain rotting still over this beautiful man so here's me yelling about him for however long it takes me to write these :P

~For tickly headcanons~

First things first we must address the elephant in the room: He does his own hair. Actually, he does all his siblings hair- he had since they were toddlers. He's got that whole "personal bubble, back off" attitude to pretty much everyone that breathes, so he feels more comfortable doing it himself. Also- big brother energy.

Absolutely believes in ghosts- not just curses but spirits and such (might also believe in Yokai- thanks Yami) He'd never admit it cause he doesn't want to come off a coward or weak, but if there's a loud noise in the middle of the night you KNOW he's searching for whatever the sound is, grimoire in hand. One time Solid dropped a spoon during a midnight snack run and a half-asleep bed headed, no shirt, battle ready Nozel busted in like: "BRING IT ON DEMONS!"

No one knows after the first time he treated Noelle harshly he flew up high into the sky with his mercury bird and screamed until his throat was raw and the tears on his face stopped feeling like acid. Nor does anyone know about the sting in his palms from digging his nails in when sitting by Fuegoleon's bed, willing him to come back. He's too proud of a person to ever let even his family see him break.

He's feather sensitive- I'm calling it like it is. His neck isn't even that ticklish but if you manage to steal a feather off his uniform and torment him with it he'll die. (Rill found paint brushes also worked nicely for this- he almost lost them though through a sludge of mercury. He's since got Yami and Fuego to help.)

Has a stupidly nice singing voice- especially when it comes to lullabies. Before all the bad happened, he used to sing to Noelle when she was a baby, rocking her in his arms as he hummed out a song their mom sang him. He won't ever confess to it, but sometimes if it's late and his guard is down you can catch him still singing it.

Nozel's got a sharp glare and even sharper tongue, so verbal comfort isn't...his forte. That said, he has the patience of a saint and has the best advice for most if not every situation. He looks at things logically, and if you can get past his sharp tongue you'd find a rather helpful solution waiting for you. (That said- he isn't stubborn; if you feel like he's being too harsh or blunt say something. He will try to soften his words if requested.)

Absolutely amazing with kids. No one expects it cause he's so...him, but he grew up with three younger siblings and two of them still act like brats even today so he's got the whole child thing down. Whether he actually wants kids depends heavily on where he's at in canon- pre You-Know-What, absolutely not. Post You-Know-What, maybe? He'd be a good dad y'all I'm calling it (Credit to @/duckymcdoorknob for Dad!Nozel thoughts)

Very few things make him laugh naturally but the ones that do are as follows: Fuegoleon attempting to cook; the one time Solid as a kid tried to feed a goose and got chased for a good 30 minutes (he still grins at the memory from time to time) and watching Mereoleona and Fuegoleon bicker. It won't earn you full belly laughs (Well- Fuego's cooking and the goose memory will) but you'll see him smiling in his hand from time to time.

For someone so proud, if you're his S/O and kiss his cheek without warning, he will get so flustered. I'm talking ears bright red, stammering through his words, won't meet your eyes cause he's suddenly very interested in the ground or the thread of his sandals or just- anything else. It's stupid cute and he'll never acknowledge it. Same thing if you kiss his hand, he's DEAD.

Can't draw to save his life. Even his stick figures look bad. "Hey Nozel why are you drawing a wiggly turd on your notes?" "....it's a stick figure, Rill." "*sucks teeth*.....yikes." Yami hasn't let him live that one down, even after Nozel threatened to stab him with a pen.

That's all I got for now! Thanks for reading!

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Pink kkomas 166:

× Happy birthday || No name

...

NN is holding little Mofumofu in his arm with a baby bottle in another. "You should gotten your own story began like a year ago, why are you still a baby >:(" he frown and dislike the idea of this big baby who just look at him and enjoy the drink which is mocha milk tea in a baby bottle.

"your so ugly." The angel bloop the baby nose and the other held his finger with his feathery ears and tearfully look at NN who speak such bad word-- to himself. Cause technically NN is calling himself ugly by calling mofumofu ugly.

"..." NN cannot help but get inked annoyance as he understands those eyes very well but he can't really let mofumofu cry even it's a very rare and odd thing. Cause it mean the other child of the gallery will cry as well-- Morpho little brother.

"geez...." He sigh before he think of something he can help calm him down but only thought of singing a lullaby to the little fellow, as he did so. The little moth slowly sleep.

"what beautiful voice you have, hanii." You suddenly said as you been long watching him invisible till he put the little fellow to sleep.

"So I can sing for you forever." He give a side glance to you as easily utter a comeback.

"What beautiful hair you have, hanii~" you compliment him again as you held his hair as you seat beside him with his big mochi pillows that have ur face in it.

"So you can freely style it, I'll be your barbie doll. Omae" He stared at you who start to comb his long beautiful hair. He is still holding carefully the little Mofumofu who's sleeping peacefully in his arms.

You thought of another thing to compliment him and look at his eyes. "What a hopeless love you have..." Cause you have a very bad taste -- you want to add but he flicked your forehead before he can say more.

"it's not hopeless you stupid spouse of mine." He rolled his eyes as you ruined the moment with some out of place comment you have.

" Aww ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ I'm not stupid.. at least not that much >:((" you cried false tears before you chuckle and thought of something. "You sure about that?" He raise a brow and you give him a nasty look. How dare he.

You pout and rolled your eyes. He just laugh as you pouting but realize your being dramatic and laugh with him.

"Oh i forgot to let you meet someone." You almost (totally did not ) forgotten about something important.

"huh? Someone?" A rival??????? His mind already prepare to write someone name on his death note once you said it is a rival.

"it's a secret~ come with me hanii~" you stood up and held his free hand as he made sure to not drop mofumofu down or wake the baby by your heist. Yet he found himself in another set of cloths and falling from the sky holding your arms.... Which is shaking.

"good lord." He sigh as he realize you still refuse to fly even to this day, he made you carry mofumofu before he quickly carried you in his arms.

in that moment he remembers the past where you and him went flying, you instructing him how to fly even so you refuse to fly for your own good.

What sweet and normal days it was been without thought of anything else but to be able to spend time with you.

Six set of golden wings spread behind him as he fly in the sky holding you in his arms and zooming over the clouds like in the past yet this is the present and nothing is like the past.

He thought of it as he stared at sunrise from distance and give you a gaze for a moment.

'maybe something stays the same... My feelings for you. Before and now.' he thought with a soft smile in his face, flying over the clouds as you held onto him with mofumofu sleeping like a rock in your arms not caring what happened to his surrounding.

...

He froze on his step when he realize where you two are going too. He ask the location you wanna go to and he cannot believe the familiar place as you two arrive at the residents.

"...omae...." He called to you, unconsciously reaching out to held your hand as he look at the front and saw the surname [ Oukawa ]

"...hmm? What's wrong ? Ahaha. Since chaos era is over everyone is back to living through they do know a thing or two about some things like the world almost getting destroyed and people rescuing and saving the day. They don't remember other things. " You smile at him.

"ah, that's reminds me. I did come back to the period where Rinne amagi was attacked by chaos to save his life in my current present self so everyone is alive :DD." You beam and pulled the nervous NN to the door bell and was about to ring it when the door open in its own and a beautiful woman come and hugged NN.

"my sweet precious boy! You finally come and visited!" NN eyes widen as he stared at the unfamiliar woman who hug him do warmly, he felt maternal warmth, love and care from her. She's.... His mother who he never meet.

Even so he decided to be heartless about everything else, to be cruel to make sure you return to existence to the point he forgotten his own blood.

He cannot help but tear up as his mother who he never meet in this universe hugs him and ask him about his day.

"Oh my... My sweet precious baby is crying..." His tears is wipe by his mom who tried to comfort him but he felt himself lost and loosen up and hugs her. Crying like a child.

He felt sense of guilt being selfish and forgetting about them all those years. He lost count of the times he watch from the sideline his au ended in distortion, lives snatch away in a blink of eyes he felt numb by it.

He gotten use to ignore it and think it's normal yet he realize his probably just kidding his own emotion cause of grief and his heart screams to care all about you. He don't mind the later part thru.

...

You look at the scene as NN seems to be in the zone to notice you slipping away but his dad sure notice you leaving the moment you take a step back with a pink haired baby in your arms.

Yet he sigh as he realize his son did not as his still crying in his mother arms. Well he never meet his mother even once. He just hope his son won't go crazy later when he realize your missing.

[aajjks]

fiiine no evil ending 😇 this ask is LONG so just skip to the end if you want. a better “ending” for princess alina

TC!dad!JK

you gasp “good job, seoul! i���m so proud of you!” you yell when he tells you that he won first place in the art competition he had at his school. the painting specifically is all of you sitting on a hill gazing at the stars. the art is detailed and you’re able to identify each person jinseoul painting from his siblings to you and his father. he truly has a gift and it’s clear that art is his main passion.

all of your kids are back from school and right now you’re in your office with the girls who are on their tummies learning how to crawl. both girls have learned to push themselves up and kind of sit up? (you’re still working on that) but soon they’ll be crawling all over the place.

ae-cha tells you about a dance recital coming up which you will be attending, not like you have a choice anyways, and areum informs you that she wants to start taking singing lessons.

yes, areum is into singing which is a little strange to you since neither you or jungkook sing so you wonder where that talent comes from but areum is always singing loudly when she takes baths. her voice being heard all throughout the halls and you coo at your daughter finally finding something she likes because for a while, she wasn’t interested in anything, so you’re glad she’s doing something other than learning boring royal stuff all day.

in comes jungkook with a smile on his face to see his endearing children while you make goo-goo faces with ayra and ji-eun. “papa, i’m taking singing lessons!!” says areum who puts her hands up and whines for jungkook to carry her which he doesn’t fight for long. even though she’s five, she STILL gets carried around by her father like a baby because she’s a spoiled princess…literally. but there’s no one else to blame but jungkook loving his daughter so much, that goes for all of his kids.

jawon is too busy playing with his toys to notice jungkook in the room. he’s such an active little guy who loves running around and climbing. yeah, he still hasn’t broke out of that habit but it’s not as bad as before.

“kids, go wash up for dinner okay?” you tell your oldest three and they leave the room to go freshen themselves up.

you and jungkook still remain…cordial. you don’t really say much and neither does jungkook but it’s obvious that he wants to say something. i mean, here you all in all your glory. you look life’s been treating you well while he looks the complete opposite. how are you just phasing through this like it’s nothing? live everything you two did together and said to one another meant nothing. maybe you didn’t love him after all. maybe you never have.

he’s been keeping a close eye on you in case you plan on escaping and since every corner, nook, and cranny is surrounded by guards, escaping didn’t look so good for you. plus, you don’t want to get anyone hurt by doing something impulsive, so you hold off on it “for now.”

“ma ma ma ma” says ji-eun at jungkook’s foot. it’s funny because both of the twins’s first words were mama he’s sure you had a field day about it without him. he misses your reaction to things like that. you HATED when your kids said da da first since you were always with them. it was something you and jungkook would laugh about all of the time.

it feels bitter to even reminisce about it. he misses your smile and a part of you misses him too. you won’t lie, being without him, while is less suffocating, is a bit boring. you miss his cuddles and all the times he’d pull you close to whisper the sweetest things in your ear. he treated you like a princess all of the time, when he behaved.

you WANT to say sorry but your pride just won’t let you. one moment you feel like you owe him one then the next you’re screaming that he should say something first.

you don’t know what to do but you’re tired of acting like you don’t miss him. plus, he looks pitiful without you (good).

“i have to meet with someone later” you say, giving all of your kids a kiss on their cheek before making you way to the door but jungkook doesn’t let you slip away that easy.

its been too long and you two need to settle this is what the old you would say but the now you is saying fuck him! he slammed you against the wall like a maniac! he doesn’t deserve a MILLIMETER of your love

there’s genuine love somewhere. mend the bond that’s been broken

he. hurt. you. literally bruised you, called you a bitch, blamed you, then he refused to apologize. you don’t owe him shit.

you can fix this. say sorry and hold him. look at him, he’s remorseful. he just wants to love you and you KNOW you want to love him too. what’s holding you back?

getting hurt again

what’s holding you back?

betrayal

what’s holding you back?

regret

what’s holding you back?

me

“jungkook” you whisper and he double checks to make sure it’s you calling his name. you haven’t talked to him directly in so long. is this where you two finally make up? is this it?

“if…if i asked you to leave all of this behind and just run away with the kids…would you?”

~🫧

Jungkook breaks his neck with the speed, he tilts his head up to look at you. And he is so surprised to see a soft look in your eyes.

It’s almost like you look like you miss him, although he wishes that that is true, and he’s not hallucinating like the past few months. “Y-Yn…” he almost cries the way he whispers your name. He stands up and picks jieun up from the ground.

“ Run away with you and the kids?” he asks you with his eyes wide. “ first of all just listen to me please…” he inhales a breath, exhaling it out.

And he sets his eyes on you

“I am so sorry for what I did to you that night… I really didn’t mean to push you like that- oh my God I feel so bad about it. I cannot even sleep at night because I feel so guilty about what I did to you…. It’s not like I can sleep without you anyways, but it’s impossible for me to even close my eyes and not feel guilty about what happened between us… please one chance..” He starts to ramble.

“ I could run away with you and throw away all of this responsibility I would, but I can’t- you know that.. this nation is just like my child as well, even for you! We cannot abandon them just like this…

and being a king or queen, has never been the topic of arguments, or even the reasons for our flights- please just forgive me and you have to support me because I cannot do anything without you!” he walks closer to you and he puts the baby into the crib, the children encounter between their parents as he pulls you in a hug, not waiting for your consent.

It’s because he’s missed you too much.

He’s crying as he nuzzles his face into your neck. And he almost moans at the smell of your familiar scent.

“B-Baby please… one chance just one last chance, and if I misbehave again, you are free to leave me I won’t even stop you..”