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Little Yuji and big brother Sukuna



an. for I'm in my Sukuita phase <33

Thinking about little Yuji in his Chuku-nii's lap eating a popsicle as his big brother wipes his messy mouth with a caring frown.
Little Yuji is too good to be scolded, always being polite when he points at the icecream shop with big golden-brown eyes looking up at him “Pwes, pwes, Chuku-nii” the highschooler can barely resist the tiny tot's wishes. Although he is a little clumsy with his tiny fingers, struggling to hold the dripping ice and getting some on his school hoodie.
“Tsk, brat. Here give it to me,” Sukuna can be mean to anyone breathing but his little brother. “Suku-nii will hold it for you.” the beaming chubby smile on the five year old almost blinds Sukuna; he swears to god.
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Baby Yuji triggers the worst cute agression deep within Sukuna (and i take it back, he can be mean) which surfaces in the form of his ever the jerk urge to make Yuji cry so he can scoop his lil pink weeping fluff and sooth him, bouncing lightly. And Yuji not being the sharpest crayon in the box would cling to his chest, pouting while Chuku-nii dries his tear-dampen red face. Sukuna lives for this, wakes and sleeps for his pure innocence.
“There, there. Suku-nii was joking brat, he's not eating you��
“Hah... sorry Yuji, I'm here, are you really scared of jump scares?” a kiss on the fat cheek, chuckling at the little boy's cuteness “I'm here”
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And apparently it has been way easier to feed healthy meals to little Yuji than him, according to his mom.
“Who's the best boyyy?” Sukuna would drawl and the five year raises his short arm the highest he can, though being the only one being fed in the room. “’tadori!” and thankfully he has learnt to not speak further when the food has been stuffed in his little buccal cavity.
Nothing can make his day better than his little brother looking up at him expectantly with a mouthful of food.
“And who's the best big brother, little Dori?” “Chukunaaa” the elder would chortle, head thrown back because who the heck is more precious than his little petal. Taking the chance, he puts the plastic spoon full of veggies inside him, grin plastered with affection.

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ps. i love babies who have a hard time pronouncing names🥺🤧 shut up you cute lil flower bud
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Breaking the Ice / Dick Grayson x Sibling!Gender Neutral Reader

Which, Dick Grayson attempts to bond with his younger adopted sibling, Y/n.
Word count: 2135
Warnings: None.
A/n: This was requested by an anon. The gender wasn't specified, so, the gender is neutral. Hope you like it!
The Wayne Manor was unusually quiet for a Friday evening. The faint hum of Alfred’s vacuum cleaner reverberated faintly from the east wing, while the ticking of the grandfather clock in the study provided a steady rhythm. Dick Grayson sat cross-legged on the plush carpet in the living room, fiddling with the pieces of a half-completed puzzle. It was a rare night off for everyone. No patrols, no missions. Just family time—or whatever passed for family time in this house.
The door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed off the hardwood floor. Dick glanced up, offering a lopsided grin when he saw his younger adopted sibling, Y/n.
“Hey, Y/n,” Dick greeted warmly. “Wanna help me out? I’m starting to think this puzzle’s missing pieces.”
Y/n, with their ever-present hoodie, pulled low over their eyes, shrugged. “No thanks,” they muttered, their voice barely above a whisper. Without breaking stride, they made a beeline for the staircase.
Dick sighed, watching them retreat. It wasn’t the first time Y/n had brushed him off, and he doubted it would be the last. They weren’t close—not like siblings should be. And while Dick could accept that relationships took time, Y/n’s wall of indifference was as impenetrable as the Batcave’s security system.
Jason’s voice broke the silence, startling Dick. “You’re wasting your time, Boy Wonder.”
Dick turned to see his younger brother leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Y/n doesn’t exactly do the ‘bonding’ thing. You should know that by now.”
“I know,” Dick said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But they’re family, Jay. I just… I want them to feel like they belong here.”
Jason snorted, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to the couch. “They belong just fine. They talk to me, don’t they? And Cass. That’s two people. More than some of us got when we first showed up.”
Dick raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but they don’t talk to me. Or Bruce. Or Damian. Heck, even Alfred barely gets more than a grunt out of them these days.”
Jason shrugged. “Maybe that’s just how they are. Not everyone’s a people person, Grayson.”
“Or maybe,” Dick countered, “they just don’t feel like they can trust us yet.”
Before Jason could respond, the soft pattern of footsteps drew their attention. Cassandra entered the room, her silent presence more comforting than any words could be. She walked over to Y/n, who had reappeared at the base of the stairs and gave them a small wave.
Y/n’s posture relaxed almost imperceptibly, and they managed a faint smile. “Hey, Cass.”
Dick watched the exchange with a pang of envy. Cassandra didn’t need words to connect with people; her understanding went deeper than that. She placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder and led them toward the couch, where Jason promptly scooted over to make room.
“Great,” Dick said with mock indignation. “Now everyone’s on the couch except me.”
Y/n shot him a fleeting glance before turning back to Cassandra. “You didn’t have to make room for him,” they said dryly.
Jason chuckled. “Told you. They’ve got a sense of humor—just not for you.”
Dick sighed but couldn’t suppress a small grin. “Thanks, Jay. Really helpful.”
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For a while, they sat in companionable silence. Cassandra pulled out a sketchbook and began doodling, while Jason and Y/n exchanged snarky commentary on a cheesy action movie playing on the TV.
Dick watched them from his spot on the floor, feeling like an outsider in his own family. But as the night wore on, he noticed small cracks in Y/n’s icy exterior. The way they leaned ever so slightly toward Cassandra. The way they let Jason tease them without snapping.
Maybe Jason was right. Maybe Y/n didn’t need to bond with everyone in the house to feel like they belonged. But Dick wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
The puzzle piece in his hand snapped into place, and a small sense of accomplishment warmed his chest. Maybe he’d never be the older brother Y/n wanted—but he could still try to be the older brother they needed.
“Hey, Y/n,” he said, holding up the puzzle box. “I bet Jason twenty bucks I could finish this before the movie ends. Wanna help me prove him wrong?”
Y/n hesitated, their eyes flickering to Cassandra for a moment before landing on the puzzle. “Fine,” they said, sliding off the couch and plopping onto the floor beside him. “But if you lose, I’m keeping the twenty.”
Dick laughed, handing them a piece. “Deal.”
It wasn’t much, but it was a start.
Y/n settled cross-legged on the floor next to Dick, their hoodie still shadowing their face. They didn’t look at him as they started sorting through the pile of puzzle pieces, but it didn’t matter. Dick knew better than to push too hard.
“Okay,” he said, shifting the puzzle box to face Y/n. “This is where we’re at. Edge pieces are mostly done. It’s this middle section that’s killing me.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow, picking up a piece and studying it with laser focus. “You separated the pieces by color, right?”
“Uh…” Dick hesitated, scratching his head. “I was getting to that.”
Y/n huffed, a sound that could almost be mistaken for a laugh if Dick didn’t know better. “No wonder you’re stuck.” They pulled the box closer, dividing the pile into smaller groups with quick, practiced movements.
Jason, still lounging on the couch, smirked at the interaction. “Look at that. You’re actually getting them to help. Miracles do happen.”
Y/n didn’t look up. “You’re just scared we’ll finish before the movie ends, and you’ll have to cough up that twenty.”
Jason blinked, caught off guard by the comeback. Then he let out a bark of laughter. “Alright, Y/n. If you win, I’ll throw in another ten just for the sass.”
Cassandra glanced up from her sketchbook, a small, approving smile curving her lips. She didn’t say anything—she rarely did—but her gaze lingered on Dick for a moment, as if to say, Keep going.
Dick took the cue. “Alright, team,” he said, tapping the puzzle. “Let’s do this.”
For a while, they worked in relative silence. Dick occasionally sneaked glances at Y/n, marveling at how quickly they picked out matching pieces. Their focus was intense, almost like watching Bruce when he was in detective mode.
“You’re really good at this,” Dick said casually, not wanting to break the rhythm.
Y/n shrugged. “Used to do puzzles with my mom. She loved this kind of stuff.”
The mention of Y/n’s mother hung in the air like a fragile thread. It wasn’t something they talked about much—or at all. Dick knew better than to pry, but he felt a pang of sadness for the life Y/n had lost before coming to the Manor.
“She must’ve been awesome,” Dick said gently.
Y/n didn’t respond right away, but their hands never stopped moving. “She was.”
The quiet acknowledgment was enough for Dick. He could feel the walls around Y/n shifting, even if only slightly.
By the time the movie credits started rolling, the puzzle was nearly complete. Jason groaned, tossing a pillow in Dick’s direction. “Fine. You win. But I’m blaming Y/n for this betrayal.”
Y/n smirked, holding up the final piece. “I think I’ll take that extra ten now.”
Jason rolled his eyes, digging into his pocket for cash. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t spend it all in one place, kid.”
Y/n pocketed the money with a small but genuine grin—one that caught Dick off guard. It wasn’t much, but it was a rare glimpse of the person behind the hoodie.
“Good teamwork,” Dick said, offering a fist bump.
Y/n hesitated, then bumped their fist against his. “You’re still not getting my twenty,” they said, but their tone was lighter, almost teasing.
Cassandra’s quiet laugh broke the moment, and even Jason cracked a smile.
Dick leaned back, feeling a sense of accomplishment that had nothing to do with finishing the puzzle. It wasn’t perfect, and it wouldn’t fix everything overnight, but for the first time in a long time, it felt like they were moving in the right direction.
As Y/n stood and started heading toward the stairs, Dick called after them. “Hey, Y/n?”
They paused, glancing back over their shoulder.
“You’re welcome to join us anytime. For puzzles, movies… whatever.”
Y/n didn’t respond, but there was a flicker of something in their eyes—something that looked a lot like hope.
As they disappeared upstairs, Jason flopped back onto the couch with a grin. “You’re like a puppy, you know that? Just wagging your tail until someone pets you.”
Dick chuckled. “Maybe. But you saw that smile, right? Totally worth it.”
Cassandra nodded, her expression soft. “They’ll come around,” she said quietly.
Dick smiled, leaning back against the couch. “Yeah,” he said. “They will.”
Bonus Chapter:
The Manor was steeped in darkness, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the grand windows. The clock struck midnight, and the household was mostly quiet. Jason had already retreated to his room with a pile of books he swore he wasn’t reading, and Cassandra had disappeared somewhere in her usual silent way. Bruce and Damian were still out on patrol, leaving the Manor feeling both vast and strangely empty.
Dick was in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry for a late-night snack, when he heard soft footsteps behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Y/n standing in the doorway, their hoodie pulled up as usual, though the drawstrings were loosened enough to reveal their face.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Dick asked, pulling out a box of cereal.
Y/n shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Something like that.”
“Join the club,” Dick said, pouring a bowl. “Want some?”
Y/n hesitated, then nodded. “Sure.”
Dick grabbed another bowl, sliding it across the counter toward them. Y/n moved to the fridge, retrieving the milk without a word. It was a simple routine, but in the quiet of the night, it felt oddly significant.
They sat at the counter in silence, the sound of spoons clinking against ceramic bowls filling the space. Dick stole a glance at Y/n, who seemed lost in thought, their eyes fixed on their cereal.
“You okay?” Dick asked gently.
Y/n shrugged again, a noncommittal gesture that Dick had come to recognize as their default. But then they surprised him. “I don’t… hate it here,” they said quietly, almost as if the words were being dragged out of them.
Dick blinked, caught off guard. “That’s… good to know,” he said, trying not to sound too eager.
Y/n poked at their cereal, avoiding his gaze. “I just… I don’t know how to do this. Any of this. The family stuff. It’s weird.”
Dick set his spoon down, giving them his full attention. “It’s weird for all of us,” he admitted. “I mean, look at this place. We’re not exactly the Brady Bunch.”
Y/n snorted, a small, genuine sound that made Dick smile.
“But,” he continued, “you don’t have to figure it out all at once. And you don’t have to do it alone. We’re all here, whenever you’re ready.”
Y/n didn’t respond right away, but their posture seemed to relax a little. “Jason says you’re too nice for your own good,” they said after a moment.
Dick laughed. “That sounds about right. He’s probably told you all kinds of embarrassing stories about me, huh?”
“Some,” Y/n said, a faint smirk tugging at their lips.
“Well, remind me to return the favor,” Dick said with a grin. “I’ve got plenty of dirt on him too.”
Y/n’s smirk grew into something closer to a smile, and for the first time, Dick felt like he was seeing them—not the guarded, distant version they showed to everyone else, but the person underneath.
They finished their cereal in companionable silence, and as Y/n rinsed their bowl in the sink, they paused. “Thanks,” they said softly, their back still turned.
Dick tilted his head. “For what?”
Y/n shrugged, their voice barely above a whisper. “For trying.”
Dick’s chest tightened, warmth spreading through him. He wanted to say something profound, something to let them know how much that simple acknowledgment meant to him, but all he managed was a soft, “Anytime.”
As Y/n turned to leave, they hesitated in the doorway. “Goodnight, Dick.”
It was the first time they’d said his name, and it caught him so off guard that he almost didn’t respond. “Goodnight, Y/n,” he said, his voice full of quiet affection.
As the door swung shut behind them, Dick leaned back in his chair, a small, contented smile on his face. It wasn’t a grand gesture or a dramatic breakthrough, but in the quiet of the Manor’s kitchen, it felt like the start of something real.
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Calm Down
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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 10 | Prompt: Hugs
Rated: G | Words: 100
Crosshair gives Omega her pack. “Got everything you need?”
Omega groans. “Yes, I promise I got everything.”
“And you’ll check in every rotation,” Hunter reminds her.
“At thirteen hundred local time,” Omega says, flicking her fingers in a sloppy salute.
“Phee, ya sure you got enough food?” Wrecker asks.
The pirate fixes the brothers with a look. “Will you all calm down? We’ll only be gone for three days.”
“I still don’t see why we can’t come,” Crosshair grumbles.
“Then it wouldn’t be a girls’ trip.” Phee grins. “Omega, give your brothers a hug so we can get outta here.”

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Gift fill for @tealmisthams for @galactic-gift-gathering!
Prompt: Falling asleep on each other, the Bad Batch and Domino Twins.
Word count: 900
Echo has always been a good brother. His brothers also think he is a good pillow. Five times the zzz's took over and Echo's siblings fell asleep on him, and one time he fell asleep on one of them.
One hundred fifty words per chapter. Short, sweet, fluffy sibling interaction.
1. Fives
2. Hunter
3. Crosshair
4. Wrecker
5. Tech
+1. Rex
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101DS drawing a day 13/31. Dizzy and Dee Dee both have had a very bad dream. So they come to the only two dogs they know who can help them sleep.
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saving thanksgiving | kyle broflovski

✩ character: kyle broflovski (+ stan marsh)
✩ synopsis: in which thanksgiving dinner at the marsh’s goes awry, so your little brother kyle and his best friend look to you for help!
✩ tags: cursing, brother-sister bonding, kyle’s older sister is friends with stan too, randy is a horrible cook, craig + butters mentioned, you get kinda maternal lol, literally just fluff. just fluff and cuteness, you take the boys on an adventure (you take them away from randy’s cooking), oc mentioned! (kenny’s older sister) not proofread!
you loved thanksgiving. how could you not?
every year the broflovski family would come from far and wide and cram themselves into your house, shuffling through the door in a line to pinch yours and your brothers’ cheeks before piling your mother’s delicious cooking onto their plates.
okay, you only really loved the last bit. it made up for the amount of ‘my goodness, you and your brothers are so big now — you know i used to change your diapers when you were a baby!’ the three of you heard. it was magical how sheila broflovski’s famous turkey, mac and cheese, stuffing, mashed potatoes and turkey gravy managed to bring the household together and make small talk so tolerable.
but this year, you weren’t able to feel that recurring joy. this year, you and your family were invited over to the marsh household to celebrate thanksgiving as a town. it took quite a bit of convincing from randy and sharon, but eventually your mother gave in on the promise that she wouldn’t have to slave away in the kitchen.
so your distant family resorted to staying in new jersey to celebrate while you and your family headed over to the marsh house with some other friendly families. your parents were pretty close to sharon and randy marsh, having known them for the many years you guys had lived there, so you were pretty well acquainted with the two marsh children; stan and shelley.
moreso stan because of his tight-knit friendship with your little brother kyle. shelley was right in her awkward stage and hated social interaction more than she hated stan, so she was holed up in her bedroom after stacking up a little plate for herself and nipping at anybody who dared to try to greet her.
the horror began when you filed into the kitchen when dinner was announced as ready only to find that randy was going through one of his chef phases again. granted, none of it looked terrible because they were all attempted copies of recipies passed down from the greats, but it was only when you started eating did you realize that randy mainly cared about presentation.
sharon glanced at her guests’ faces as they began to choke down their food, her eyes screaming apologies until they settled defeatedly into her lap. they had absolutely no hail mary: everybody was personally instructed by randy not to bring a dish so that he could really show off his skills. he was the only one who didn’t seem to find any faults in his process, wolfing down his food with several cans of bud light.
you exchanged glances with your parents, begging with wide eyes to be excused. you had told her about katie mccormick, kyle’s friend kenny’s older sister who was your age, and her plan to have a little friendsgiving, but your mother shot you down with a brief but stern glare. so you looked over to kyle and ike, who looked like they would commit the worst of the worst crimes for even a whiff of your mom’s garlic mashed potatoes.
the night went on pretty smoothly regardless, after everybody managed to scoot the food around their plates and pretend they had gotten full off of a few bites; you lingered around at the table for a while after dinner to talk with the adults about school and your job, sharing and relating horror stories and gossip until you saw stan and kyle slip away from the table and sneak upstairs. right before kyle vanished in a little blur, he had motioned for you to follow them.
it relieved you, and it was times like this that made you thankful for your close relationship with your little brother. and that was how, after a well-played excuse of needing the restroom, you wound up in stan’s bedroom with the two, slumped on the boy’s bed beside kyle while they played some cookie-cutter first person shooter video game. the two exchanged curses and exclamations with each round when your phone buzzed in your lap.
katie mcwhoremick <3: hey, you coming?
you sighed, head slumping against stan’s neatly made comforter. kyle gave you a strange side glance as you furiously typed away.
me: no, and i’m fucking starving dude.
me: gordon randy cooked this year.
katie responded after a while, her text bubble hovering.
katie mcwhoremick: oh fuck no 😭
katie mcwhoremick: i’ll save you and your brothers a plate? :/ i’ll have kenny bring them to you later or something?
me: my hero <3
me: nah, don’t sweat it, mrs. tucker brought some bread pudding thank god
katie only responded with a heart and you set your phone down to find both stan and kyle staring at you with mischief and devious plots behind their squinted eyes. “oh, god, what are you fuckers cooking up in there?” you groaned, the gravity of it setting in when you saw they had actually set their controllers down to think.
they refused to share their little ideas, both of them assuming the other was on the same page. so they resorted to silence, but it wasn’t kept for very long when an idea suddenly wormed itself into your brain and you shot up with a gasp.
“hey, do we still have that pizza in the freezer?” you nudged kyle, who easily bit the hook you had dangled in front of him. interest filled his green eyes and he looked over at his best friend to see if he was also considering the proposition.
he thought for a moment. “yeah, but how are we gonna get past mom and dad? and are we bringing ike, too?”
“yeah, i’d feel like an asshole if i didn’t invite craig. he’s suffering, too.” stan chimed in, to which you responded with a scoff.
“dude, one pizza isn’t gonna feed the current population. it’s us three or nothing. i don’t even think ike likes pizza.” you lied, knowing your baby brother liked to nibble on the soft dough and did very much enjoy pepperoni. but you were starving and you knew the two boys were, too. they were getting to that age where the kitchen didn’t stand a chance against them.
kyle’s eyes narrowed. ike likes pizza, his expression said. but eventually it faded into one of defeat and he shrugged. “yeah dude, i’m hungry. no offense to your dad, stan.”
“full offense, that food was shit.” stan mumbled as he shut down his computer.
you led the little group downstairs and prayed you could make it to the door without anybody noticing you, but it seemed your mother was waiting for your descent. “oh, bubbie, where are you kids headed to?” sheila asked, making all three of you spin on your heels.
you could see kyle and stan actively avoiding the curious gaze of their friend who was still at the table. a gaze that shifted to you while you recanted your rehearsed excuse of, “well, we need to take a few laps around the block and work off all of that food. kyle’s blood sugar might be a little off.” you lied, slapping the ginger’s shoulder when he shot you a ‘what the fuck’ look.
blame the diabetic, why don’t you? you heard his words echo in your head despite him never uttering them.
“oh, god,” sheila dove for her purse. “do you need his glucometer?” worry made her voice waver a bit, and you were quick to calm her down.
“don’t worry ma, he’s fine!” you started to usher the two outside. “just need to reconnect with nature, you know how it is.”
“you know, sheila,” mr. stotch spoke up from the other end of the table. “i don’t know how you do it. you never hear kids say things like that anymore. see, if butters was more like your kiddos, maybe he’d be here instead of grounded in his room at home.”
you winced at the idea of the sweet little boy locked up in his bedroom on thanksgiving, his parents enjoying — that being an overstatement — dinner without him.
while your mother graciously accepted the flattery, with a little concern, you slipped outside and ran down the driveway with the boys before anybody could question you guys further.
“are we seriously walking? your house is like a few blocks away.” stan grumbled.
“complain again, you’re going back upstairs, asswipe.” you shot back as you revealed the car keys that you had swiped from your dad’s coat on the rack by the staircase. the boys hurried into the car and in just a few seconds, you were barreling down the road, a frozen pizza on your mind.
you adjusted the radio to some van halen while the boys chatted excitedly among themselves, kyle hanging over the back of his seat to face stan. you wanted to poke him and tell him to put his seatbelt on, but he rarely ever had adventures like these.
“hey,” kyle started as he plopped his butt back into his seat. “thanks, dude.”
you spared him a quick glance, smiling. “yeah, yeah.” you patted the top of his green hat, smushing it down onto his ginger curls.
“yeah, thanks,” stan spoke from over your shoulder as you pulled into your driveway. “i wish i had a sister like you, man.”
“hey,” you said playfully, “you do have a sister and she loves you.” you pointed a loosely lecturing finger in his direction, flattered at the compliment but silently feeling a little bad for the way stan spoke about shelley behind her back.
you could never imagine yourself and kyle or ike having such a strained relationship. from the day kyle was born and ike came home from the adoption center, sheila and gerald drilled the importance of family into all of your heads. you cared for those boys like they were your own children, if that’s what having children felt like. sure, they pissed you off and worked your last nerve like they were getting $50 a minute for it, but they were your flesh and blood.
still, stan gave no response, only a thin-lipped stare that definitely told you otherwise. you rolled your eyes and gestured for stan to get out of the car.
the two dove onto the couch while you preheated the oven and fished the delectable boxed pizza out of the freezer to thaw for a minute. it didn’t take long for it to cook and the three of you had grubby plates and empty bags of chips scattered around the sofa while you watched the screen. you had no idea how fortnite worked so you opted to cheer and boo when you thought appropriate.
“dude that was so much better than my dad’s cooking.” stan sighed after the pair’s nth victory. the boys were beginning to get visibly sleepy and you knew you had about twenty minutes before you had to pull a blanket out of the closet for them.
you shot a quick text to your mom explaining why your car was no longer at the marsh’s house and to call you when they were ready to head home — which would surely be soon. mrs. tucker’s bread pudding definitely wouldn’t last long with them.
your attention was broken when you felt a gentle weight on your shoulder and glanced down to see kyle curling up against your bicep. you wrapped your arm around him, squeezing him in a hug.
“best thanksgiving ever,” he mumbled as they geared up for, very likely, their last fortnite round.

happy thanksgiving yall! hope everyone had good food unlike the entirety of randy and sharon’s dinner table ��
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Hello! I love your blog so I wanted to make this request for Ninjago!!
I was wondering if you could write a scenario for each ninja were they have an older sister reader where the reader is reflecting on hard times from the past and the ninjas are there to comfort their older sister and just a bunch of sibling fluff!!( Also is it alright if you do Kai and Nya together so they both can have an older sister cuz some writers do them separately!!!) No rush take all the time you need 🩷🩷🩷
𝚊/𝚗: 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎! 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 :))))) 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!
older sister!reader scenarios w/ the ninja
𝚔𝚊𝚒 & 𝚗𝚢𝚊
You’re happy that your parents are back. You really are.
So, why does it feel like you’re lying to yourself?
You find yourself alone in the Bounty early one morning - just before training. The others have yet to wake, leaving you to the quiet and your thoughts.
A stab of guilt courses throughout your heart as you think about your parents - both safe at Four Weapons. You, Kai, and Nya would be stopping to visit them in a day or so. And part of you is…what? Apathetic? Is that how you’re feeling?
When your parents had disappeared all those years ago, they had left you to look after both your siblings and the shop - hardly a burden a child should have to bear. But you did. Many nights, away from Kai and Nya’s prying little ears you would silently cry - mourning their disappearance, wondering if they’d ever be back. With the stress of it all piling on, you had hoped and hoped for them to return.
But they never did.
And so it continued - the stress, the chores, the ongoing lack of money, the burden of raising your siblings. It sucked every ounce out of you, and a side of you had been angry. Angry that your childhood had been snatched away overnight.
Are you just taking it out on them? Are those feelings finally resurfacing for you to sort through?
Conflict gnaws away at your insides as sneaky footsteps pad in your direction. A creak in the wood catches your attention as you snap your head in the noise’s direction.
“Woah! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Kai notes, grinning apologetically as he sits down a few feet away. Nya follows suit, the three of you sitting cross-legged in a triangle shape.
“You just look kind of down,” Nya admits, folding her hands together. “Is everything okay?”
You sigh, glancing over the horizon. “Yes…well, I don’t really know.”
“It’s about Mom and Dad, isn’t it?” Kai prompts.
With a sigh, you nod in response. “Yeah.”
“We haven’t really gotten the chance to talk about it,” Nya notes. “And a lot’s happened.”
“Are you guys…happy?” you wonder.
“I am,” Kai admits. “Uh…but I’m also kind of nervous, if that makes any sense?”
“Me too,” Nya adds. “I just…I don’t know what they’re going to be like, or how they’re going to act, or how I should act…”
“It’s certainly going to take some adjusting to have them around,” you muse. “But I guess I’m in about the same boat. Happy, but conflicted all the same. And I’m beginning to understand why, I think. Because…well, of course I can empathize with their situation. I get that it wasn’t their fault. But, at the same time, I still can’t help but be angry. I don’t know…it’s just a lot. And with Sensei gone, it makes it more difficult for me to process.”
“I know…and it happened so fast, too,” Nya replies. “It was hard to process all at once. And I think that any feelings you might have are valid.”
Kai nods, his eyes blazing with that comfortingly familiar determination. “Just know that we’re with you. We’ll tackle this together, like we always do.”
You grin, a tear running down your cheek as you shift to your knees, scooting towards your siblings so that you can bring them both in for a hug.
“I love you two so much,” you mumble, voice breaking slightly. “Never forget that.”
𝚓𝚊𝚢
“No way.”
“Yes way,” Jay counters, chuckling as he dangles a key from between his fingers, smirking at you before going to unlock the door to the giant mansion before you – the mansion that apparently belonged to your biological father.
Sure enough, the door swings open, allowing the two of you to slip through. Jay makes for the light switch while you’re left gawking at the interior.
“Fritz Donnegan? What?” you mumble, staring at a giant statue of the character.
“Our dad played Fritz Donnegan!” Jay chatters excitedly, beckoning you closer to him. You frown at that title – dad. Cliff Gordon? Your true father? It doesn’t stick well with you just yet. While they aren’t your biological parents, Ed and Edna would forever be your mom and dad. Not some egotistical, womanizing actor who hadn’t bothered to make contact with either of you.
Regardless, you make your way over to your little brother, arms folded as you watch him move a golden trophy. To your surprise, it opens a secret room.
“Isn’t this just the coolest thing?!” Jay chirps, rushing inside. “Our dad has a secret room!”
You sigh, unable to prevent yourself from smiling at your brother’s excitement. At least he’s happy.
“Yeah...it’s cool, I guess,” you mumble, glancing around. “Wow, he actually kept up with us?”
“Yeah, he did,” Jay answers as the two of you study the section of the wall filled with pinned pictures and articles featuring you and Jay. “I guess he cared at least a little bit.”
You remain silent, turning away from the wall as a newfound bitterness wells within your chest.
“Hey...what’s wrong?”
“I...I don’t know,” you confess, sitting down on the floor with a sigh. Jay sits a few feet away from you, a toy gun in his hand. “It just...doesn’t feel real. Or right, for the matter. I mean...we’re his kids, but he didn’t even want to meet us. Well, I-I get that having kids isn’t for everyone, and still we don’t know what happened between him and our biological mom, but still.”
“I understand,” Jay agrees, twirling the toy in his hands. “I mean...I didn’t have much time to process it either, what with the threat we had been facing at the time. But this doesn’t have to change the fact that Ed and Edna are the ones who raised us. We don’t have to stop calling them Mom and Dad because of this.”
You pause momentarily, pondering Jay’s words before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Jay.”
“Anytime,” he replies, aiming the toy gun at you before pulling the trigger. You squeal, expecting to be hit by foam dart or something. “Haha! Got you!”
You frown, glancing at the fake gun only to find that there’s a flag with the word “Zap!” printed on it.
“Jay...” you growl, sitting up slightly.
“Ah!” he shrieks as you promptly tackle him.
𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎
“No. Nope. Not happening. We will steal that cup before I have to deal with him again,” you spit, stomping out of the brig.
“Wait, why?” Kai wonders, the others glancing among themselves in confusion.
Cole sighs, holding his hands up to the rest of the team before following you out. “Hold on, let me talk to her.”
You hear this, sighing in irritation as you make your way outside of the Bounty. “Are you seriously willing to put up with Dad’s shit just to get the Blade Cup when we can just steal it? We won’t risk our cover that way either!”
“Okay, wait, just slow down,” Cole encourages. You twirl to face him, crossing your arms as you glare at him. “Trust me when I say that I don’t want to face Dad either.”
“Great. We’ll steal it tonight and be on our way.”
“But I don’t want to exactly steal it either,” Cole adds.
“Cole, we’re talking the Great Devourer here. You know - massive snake that will consume all of Ninjago. I think I’m willing to break a few locks rather than risk the entirety of mankind, thank you.”
“I agree, but I think there’s something else we should both consider,” he starts tentatively. You clench your jaw, hoping he doesn’t bring up what you think he will. “I know that we’re not on good terms with him right now. But...people can change-”
“No,” you decline, stepping back. “Lou won’t ever change. He’s got his head so far up his ass that he refuses to confront reality. He’ll just force his kids to do it instead!”
“That was then!” Cole counters, voice still calm. “We don’t know the person that he is now. Don’t you think that Mom would have wanted us to give him another chance?”
“Mom is dead,” you hiss. “And she would have been mad at how he handled her death.”
A heavy silence drapes across the two of you as you find yourself tearing up, averting your gaze from your little brother.
“I...you know I’m not denying that, right? I’m not saying that your points are wrong, because they’re not. We have a reason to be mad with him. But...all I’m saying is that we just give him a last chance. We can keep our cover going, or we can tell him who we really are, but...I don’t think it’s right just to avoid him now. If we see that he hasn’t changed...then we can just cut him out completely.”
You stare absentmindedly out towards the sunset, contemplating Cole’s words. Part of you doesn’t know if you’re ready to see Lou again, but...the other half of you knows that Cole is right.
Closing your eyes, you nod. “Okay. Okay. You’re right. But...if it goes downhill...”
“We won’t talk to him again,” Cole assures. “Sound doable?”
“I think so,” you reply, smiling sadly at him. Cole quietly comes over to you, offering you a hug which you accept.
“We’re not going to let him walk over us again,” he mumbles.
“I know. I know. I just...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase your feelings as he hugs you.
“We’ll figure it out,” he replies. “We always do, don’t we?”
𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚎
Your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns within the snow topping the earth, eyes lingering on the tombstone jutting from the ground.
It’s been months since your father died, leaving you feeling lost and with a newfound little brother whom you’d met at his funeral.
Tears sting at your eyes as you close them, wishing you had found Julien earlier. Why did he have to pass so quickly? He was a good man, and you were only just beginning to reconnect with him after being separated for a few years.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the crunching of snow behind you. After taking a moment to wipe your tears, you turn around.
“Oh,” you say, spotting Zane standing a few feet away from you. “Hi, Zane.”
“Good afternoon,” he greets quietly, coming to sit beside you. For a moment, the two of you are simply quiet, both working through your own thoughts. “I thought you had left for college?”
“I’m about to,” you explain, gaze downcast. “I just...needed to say goodbye, I think.”
“I understand,” Zane answers. “Our team is preparing to take another mission, so I know I will not be able to visit for quite some time.”
You nod, biting your lip as a tear falls from your cheek. “I miss him, Zane.”
Zane turns to look at you, eyes furrowed and expression sharing your pain. “As do I.”
“I wish he was still here,” you admit. “I just...how do I know that I’m taking the right path if he isn’t here to guide us?”
“There is one fact I know for certain: he would be proud of us no matter the path we choose,” he states. “He would be so happy to see you beginning your new life.”
You smile softly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah. You’re right. And he would be proud of you, too.”
𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚍
You can’t believe that woman has the audacity to show herself to the two of you. Your glare is stuck on Misako for a moment before you spin, immediately making your way out of the area.
Thankfully, Lloyd seems to be on the same page because he follows you through the twisted halls of the museum, both silent as you stew in your anger. Soon enough, the two of you find a secluded spot to sit at.
“After all this time...” you trail off, exhaling sharply as you shake your head. “Now she’s showing her face. Can you believe it?”
“No...no, I can’t,” Lloyd answers, sitting down next to the bottomless pit. “Why now? And not when we needed her?”
“And especially after Dad tried so hard to keep us together! She just cast us aside at some random school. For what? To get rid of us?”
“Who knows,” Lloyd responds as you sit next to him. You remain silent, biting your lip to prevent your voice from shaking.
Even without words, Lloyd understands that you’re upset. He simply lays his head on your shoulder, the two of you thinking in silent support of each other.
“What do you think we should do?” Lloyd wonders after a few minutes, pulling away slightly.
“I honestly don’t know,” you admit, shaking your head as you stare at the depths of the pit.
“Well...whatever you decide to do, just know I believe in you,” he adds.
You smile softly, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, kiddo.”
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When the White Winds Blow...
Game of Thrones (show) fanfic. Pre-series. Fluff. A little bit of ansgt in Jon's section, cause even at 11 he's still a broody little bastard. 2,000+ words
Summery - The storm was fiercer than any Winterfell had seen in years. The wind seemed to shake the stone walls, and it was impossible to sleep with the thunderous noise outside. Northerners don't scare easy, especially not from something as simple as the weather… But children do. The Stark children are no exception. They knew if they sought out their parents, their Lord Father would just send them back to their beds. They were far too proud to seek their Septa, even the youngest little lord. Where else are they supposed to turn, except their older brother? It's the snow that's scaring them, so it should be a Snow that comforts them, shouldnt it?
Authors Note: I know Rickon would have been born already, in the show's timeline, but I couldnt decide where a 1-ish year old would fit into this story. Like, would he be in a nursery? Does he still have a wetnurse? Would Robb have gone to his room to get him, and bring him to Jon's to be with the rest? Or would they leave him to the Septa, or would Catelynn be checking in on him? I don't know. So I decided he doesnt exist. lol.
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Winterfell hadnt seen a blizzard of this magnitude in a long while. The wind was harsh enough to knock a grown man off his feet, tonight. The temperature dropped low enough to freeze your fingers off in no time flat. Soon there would be so much snow that hardly anyone would be able to walk through it. It wasn't anywhere near the kind of weather winter would bring soon enough, but after such a long and comparatively mild summer, it was truly an unsettling event. Northerners don't scare easy, mind you, especially not from something as simple as the weather… But children do.
The first to give into fear was Bran. To the surprise of no one. He was the youngest, after all. A child of only 5. He had already been jumpy during the day when the storm was only just beginning. No matter how many times someone assured him it was 'only the wind,' he still startled at every gust and refused to step outside. His older brothers teased him, but for once he didn't care. The winds howled like the monsters in Old Nans stories. And as the storm picked up, his ever so brave brothers stayed nearer and nearer to the main doors until they too began finding reasons not to leave. That scared Bran even more.
Another burst of wind came screaming past his covered window, and Bran could have sworn the great stone walls of Winterfell were trembling just as much as him. He wasnt an easy kid to scare. He wasnt. But try as he might, he couldnt choke down the gasp that escaped him, sitting bolt upright in his darkened room. He still had a candle burning at his bedside. He wasnt supposed to, not at this hour. He just didn't want it to be so… dark. Not with the noise outside. Not with the way his heart pounded.
Another scream of wind, and he had enough.
He threw aside his blanket and reached for the candle, all but running for his bedroom door. It wasnt until he grabbed the handle that he rememebed he wasnt supposed to wander the halls this late. The knowledge didnt stop him, but it did slow him down. He pealed the door open quietly and padded out into the hall, bare feet moving silently across the cold stone floor. He knew he couldn't go to his parents. His father would just send him back to his room, say something about how they have nothing to fear from wind. His mother would walk him back and tuck him in, but then she would leave, and he would be alone again. He could go find Septa Mordane, but he quickly dismissed the thought. He didn't want just anyone to know he was afraid. And besides, she would tell his mother.
His feet carried him down a familiar path, and when he realized where he was going, he was almost shocked at himself. It's so obvious, he thought, why didnt i think of him first?
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Sansa didn't think there was anything wrong with being afraid, really. Not that she was, of course. But if someone else were afraid tonight, she would understand it. It only took one glance out the window to find reason for it. Sure, the sound of the wind was startling, but that should do little more than make you jump. Maybe keep you from falling asleep. No, the sound was no reason to be afraid.
The sight, though…
She shouldnt have looked outside. She should have kept her window closed like she'd been told, to keep the wind and the chill out and not let the warmth of her fireplace escape. But you can't fault an 8 year old for being curious, can you? What greeted her when she pulled the shutters back was not her usual view. It wasnt the familiar gardens and pathways and endless night sky full of glittering stars that she often wished upon. There were no trees, no towers, no walls or battlements. In a moment of pure shock, she almost wondered if she had imagined all of that. All she saw now was white.
The snow was falling so heavily, so densely, that it was all the eye could see. It blocked out the sky. It blocked out the ground. Sansa had once dreamed of what it'd be like to fly among the clouds, but if this was what she would see up there, than she wanted no part in it. It didnt even looked like she was in Winterfell. Or rather, it looked like Winterfell was gone.
Suddenly, Sansa found it difficult to breath.
She knew it was irrational. She knew it was just snow. It was just snow. In the morning, when the storm passed, the snow would be gone and Winterfell would return to her. She would look out her window and be able to see the sun. Everything would be fine come morning.
But morning was not coming anytime soon.
And Sansa was not fine now.
Septa Mordane would say she was being silly. Mother and Father would, too. Gods only knew how badly Robb would tease her if he saw her like this. But she needed someone to make it alright. Someone she could see right now to remind her that she was home. She was safe. Winterfell hadn't left her, even if the window told her otherwise. More than anything, in that very moment, Sansa needed to be held.
There was no shame in being afraid, she reminded herself as she left her room. And if there is, there's one person who wont judge me for it.
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He was not scared. That's what Robb told himself, sitting at the foot of his bed with his eyes trained on the door, listening to the wind. He was 11 years old. He was practically grown. And he was a Stark, at that. He was not scared of a storm. He could fall asleep whenever he pleased, as easy as any other night, he just… wasnt tired yet. His thoughts were too busy, is all.
A storm this bad would bring heavy snowfall. Robb had seen plenty of heavy snows. Snow that came up to his knees, up to his waist even. Snow that he had a hard time moving through without help. But none of those storms had sounded this bad or lasted this long.
The storm started during the day and had only gotten progressively worse and worse, showing no signs of letting up anytime soon. How much snow would they end up with? Would it be taller than him? Would it be taller than even Father?
Would they be able to open the doors? Would there be too much for the servants to clear away, and leave them trapped inside until it began to thaw? It had been freezing cold for days and would likely stay that way. Would the snow thaw at all? How many days would it take for them to get back to life as normal?
How were horses and carts supposed to get in and out, if the snow got that bad? Would they be able to get food? Were the horses going to freeze out there?
Oh, gods.
No, he was not scared. He wasnt. He was just being… practical. That was it. Thinking about the potential risks, like a man, like the future Lord of Winterfell should. He wasnt scared. He was cautious.
A shuffling sound drew him out of his thoughts. Quiet enough that it would have been drowned out by the wind outside, if his ears hadnt already been searching for anything else to focus on. It sounded like…
With a smile, he got to his feet. He knew exactly what that sounded like. He pulled the door open, "Little late for a stroll, isnt it?"
Arya jumped nearly a foot in the air. She spun on her heel, backtracking to where he stood and hissing out, "Keep your voice down."
"You're not supposed to leave your room at night." He pointed out, smile still in place even as he lowered his volume to match hers.
"I know that!" She replied.
"Then where are you going?"
She shrugged, "To bother Jon. Why do you care?" Her words were the only calm thing about her. Her back was ramrod straight. Her eyes darted around the hall as if waiting for a monster to jump out and claw them both to shreds. When another gust of wind passed by outside, Robb watched his little sister jump once more.
"You're scared." He observed.
"Am not!"
"Than go back to bed."
Arya crossed her arms. "No."
"Because you cant sleep." Robb couldnt help but tease, "Because you're scared."
She scoffed, "You're awake too."
"I'm not tired."
"Yeah, right."
He wasnt in the mood to debate with a 6 year old girl. Not when his own thoughts were still on his perfectly reasonable concerns about the storm waging all around them. He heaved a dramatic sigh and shut his bedroom door behind him. "Come along, then, sister. Let's go bother Jon together. I'll make sure the scary wind doesnt hurt you on the way."
As they got closer to Jon's room, just down the hall from his own, Robb let a shakier and less practical thought cross his mind. Gods, Jon, please still be awake.
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Jon's thoughts were not on the storm, but on his siblings. He knew them all better than anyone. Even Sansa, who recently began to fully grasp what the word 'bastard' meant and started to pull away, started only refering to him as her 'half-brother.' Despite distancing herself, she was always right next to the rest in his thoughts. He knew none of them could possibly be asleep during a storm like this. That was what kept him awake.
His younger siblings were strong, but they were still small. Jon remembered being 8 like Sansa, 6 like Arya, 5 like Bran. He remembered how badly storms used to scare him then. How he would curl up in bed, keep a candle burning in secret so as not to be left alone in the dark, refuse to look out his window in fear of what he would and wouldnt see. He remembered the one time he'd tried to seek some comfort. Wandered out of his room in the dead of night, hoping to find Septa Mordane or Maester Lewin or, hells, even Father. Anyone who might be able to assure him that the storm would pass.
He found Lady Catelynn instead. He had been younger than even Bran was, now. Hadnt truly grasped the meaning of being a bastard, hadn't yet understood why Lady Catelynn seemed to hate him so much, and in his fearful state he had all but forgotten. The scolding he received was an effective reminder.
Jon wished he could check on his siblings. There wasnt a shred of doubt in his mind that they were all scared, tonight. This storm was worse than any the younger ones had seen in their lives. Even Robb was probably unnerved by it. More than once, Jon had gotten out of bed and made it halfway to his door, intent on heading to one of thier rooms and knocking. Just knocking. If they didn't answer, than maybe he was wrong and they were able to sleep. Maybe they were tougher than he had been, at their ages. And if not, if they were as scared as he thought they'd be, than they wouldnt have to be scared alone.
But he knew they'd all send him away.
Robb would be offended at the mere thought of him being afraid of a snowstorm. Arya, too. They both saw themselves as far too strong and rational for that. Sansa might be open to having company, but she would never want his company. Not anymore. Bran might let him in, but he would be worried about Jon getting in trouble for being out of bed so late. He wouldn't want him to stay.
So there he laid. Staring at the ceiling above his bed. Worrying about his siblings.
When the sound of shuffling feet and quiet voices met his ears. He sat up slowly, careful not to make a noise as he strained to hear more. He couldnt make out any words, but he heard several people speaking in hushed tones just outside his door. Then a hesitant knock.
He got up and answered it.
Robb stood at the front of the pack, a sheepish look on his face. Arya was at his left, face set in a frown and arms crossed, taut as a bowstring. A step behind to Robb's right was Bran. The poor kid was shaking, his expression holding nothing but fear and making no attempt to hide that fact. At the back stood Sansa. She was the one to break the moment of silence that settled over them as Jon stared at them in open confusion. To the shock of every single one, she shoved right passed the other three and directly into Jon's arms.
He drew her close on instinct. His mind might still be struggling to make sense of it all, but if his sister needed to be held, than he would hold her. She didn't need to ask, and he didnt need to ask why. His eyes drifted over the faces of the rest, meeting each in turn, before it all clicked in his mind. He kept one arm around Sansa as he stepped aside to let them in. Bran wasted no time in climbing up onto Jon's bed and tucking his knees up to his chest. Arya followed suit, planting herself like a tree right next to him.
Robb shut the door softly behind him, whispering into the quiet room, "Hope we didn't wake you."
"No," Jon replied, "Wasn't tired."
#jon snow#robb stark#sansa stark#arya stark#bran stark#Game of thrones fanfiction#Jon Snow fluff#Sibling fluff#Wholesome Stark Siblings#no incest#Because in this fandom that has to be said#The Stark siblings being siblings is something i need to see more of in this world#And Jon being the protective big brother we all know he is#First game of thrones fic btw#Hope its halfway decent lol#cross posted on ao3
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Bendy and Audrey are one of the best sibling fluff
Yeah, this is the most popular fact about Bendy and the Dark Revival. It is impossible to deny this. They were made in the exact same machine, and they weren't employees of the studio that Joey turned into Ink people.
Bendy and Audrey are two sides of the same coin. Bendy was the mistake, Audrey was the perfect creation.
I don't think Bendy is truly evil, I'd be like him if my creators saw me as a mistake or a monster and locked me up. Ngl, I can understand why GENT was satisfied to see the ink demon feeling pain after they successfully shrunk him into a harmless cartoonish form. But Bendy wasn't the real bad guy. The real villain was the man who started this nightmare Henry was trapped in: Joey Drew.
So when Bendy killed him, I kinda saw it as karma. Though I didn't hate him 100%. Audrey was the only good thing that came out of his...intentions for the studio.
Bendy in the first game was an iconic horror-themed character, but I wish we had content like a modernized version of the Bendy cartoons. Had potential and Audrey could fit the franchise in her ink form.
I can imagine a scenario where people would assume Bendy (harmless form) is the younger sibling but be shocked to know that assumption is false. Audrey would be such a good influence on the devil darling. It would be wholesome family fluff, hilarious antics and hurt/comfort.
Yes, I am aware of the number of fanfics about them being in a brother-sister relationship. And I am glad that so many people have that opinion. Great, now I want to work on an Audrey and Bendy fanfic. There's too much potential and I need to find more fanfics with the siblings' headcanons.
#batim bendy#bendy and the ink machine#bendy and the dark revival#audrey drew#bendy and audrey are siblings#siblings#family#hurt/comfort#sibling fluff#ink demon
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☆ You & your sibling f/o playing the wii together when you both were younger
#f/o community#sibling f/o#familial f/o#platonic f/o#f/o comfort#comforting#sibling fluff#not palestine#nintendo mention
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S1E1 Rise of Snakes
OHMY GOSHHHH!!!! I LOVED THIS EPISODE SOO MUCH!!
(^ keep in mind that I prob will be saying that a lot ^)
Okayyyy!!! So this ep had a lot of nice...
#FamilyBonding
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BUT BEHOLD!!!! THE LITTLE GREMLIN LLOYDSTER IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!
#Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene
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And of course... it wouldn't be Lloyd if he didn't regret his life choices, loll
#RegretsLifeDesisions
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I'm soo happy this little prankster is here!!! Been waiting for his appearance for a while!! :D
Still can't believe that he grows up to be this:

*sniff sniff* He grew up so fast!! <333
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As usual, I'm still questioning the logic of ninjago... does physics exist in this world?!?!
*sigh*
Anyways... byeeee!!
~KN out~
https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and
#ninjago zane#ninjago jay#ninjago cole#ninjago kai#ninjago nya#ninjago wu#ninjago lloyd#lloyd garmadon#Give Lloyd his candy#lego ninjago#ninjago#Ninjago season 1#rise of the snakes#family bonding#sibling fluff#kid lloyd#gremlin lloyd#Lloydster#questioning ninjago#ninjago rewatch#rewatch#Rewatching Ninjago with KN#KittenNinja14
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Our Own Choices

Chapter 15
Warnings: Violence, swearing, possibly blood
When we all return to the Marauder, Tech takes a look at the lightsaber wound on my arm, applying some cooling burn cream and injecting some sort of medicine into the wound, before bandaging it up.
"Thanks," I sigh as the cream numbs the burning feeling.
"You do not need to thank me. It is standard protocol that wounds are tended to after a mission," Tech replies without even looking at me, typing away at his datapad, before heading to the pilot's seat.
I sit at the back seat with Echo, Tech and Wrecker had them installed when we went for a quick supply run shortly after I joined them.
Gonky waddles over to me from the back, making some "gonk" sounds, which I understand as "Is your arm okay?" I smile and pat Gonky on the head. "I'm fine."
He seems to enjoy the gesture as he nudges me a little with his metal body. I take off my helmet and pat Gonky on the head again, breathing in the scent of the ship as I lean back in my chair. I can never get sick of the smell. The familiarity of Echo's scent, that minty one from Crosshair, the dirt from Hunter because he always sniffs it like it's cocaine, gunpowder for Wrecker, and Tech smells like the 501st barracks if the air was sour. Hunter says I smell like chlorine. I love the smell, it feels so welcoming, almost like the 501st, but in a different way.
I put my helmet back on as I remember that I'm supposed to act like a "good soldier" who "follows orders" to gain Crosshair's trust and maybe help him remove his chip like how Fives did.
I sigh as we take off for Kamino. If order 66 was issued, most Jedi would be dead by now.
Even General Skywalker.
At least Commander Tano left the order, so she should be safe.
How's Rex? Will he be back on Kamino? Is he okay? Should I comm him?
Echo puts a hand on my shoulder, noticing my worry. As much as I try to hide it, he's known me long enough to notice the little habits I do when I'm worried.
"Ad'ika, everything's going to okay," he says, looking at me with a slight smile.
"I'm just worried about Rex. Maybe I should comm him-"
"You can do it when we get back to Kamino."
I sigh at the mention of our home planet. I never wanted to go back there. Never wanted to go back to the white, sterile prison I escaped from just before the war started. But hey, it's not like I have much of a choice.
I keep my helmet on throughout the journey. It's more comfortable, really. No one gets to see my face in case I commit a war crime or something. Crosshair and Hunter fall asleep on their seats while I turn on the music from my datapad and connect it to the earpiece in my helmet, listening to Avicii music.
After a few hours of finding a bunch of music to listen to, I hear Tech say, "We are coming up on Kamino."
I switch off the music, still keeping my helmet on.
"It's good to be home. How long has it been?" Wrecker asks.
Not good to be home. And 180 rotations based on their schedule.
"180 rotations in a standard cycle, but galactic zone changes but the adjusted figure at around 205."
Oh. Damn.
"Wut?" Wrecker asks.
Are you that stupid?
Echo sighs. "A long time." He sounds so fed up, rolling his eyes when Wrecker agrees.
I sit behind Hunter and Crosshair, listening in on every conversation. I notice Crosshair turning to look at Hunter, who responds, eyes closed, with a "What?"
"You sure that Padawan died when he fell?"
"Sure I'm sure. Why?" Hunter opens his eyes as he talks.
"Well, usually when someone falls you look down, not across."
"Well some of us don't like to watch," Hunter replies as he stands up and walks to where Echo, Tech and Wrecker are. Crosshair and I remain at the back, I silently observe as he crosses his arms.
I hear thunder crashing from outside the ship, and it shakes me to my core. Only Kamino thunder sounds like that. I remember hiding in my bunk every night, trying to drown out the sounds of waves crashing against the supports. My squadmates laughing at me for being a coward, saying it was because I was defective.
One of the days the storms were much worse than usual. The thunder too loud for my liking, I could almost feel the waves reaching to the platform. I was sneaking out of my barracks, when I saw 99 carrying blasters to the weapon storage area.
"Hey Aris," he called out when he noticed me. "What're you doing still up?"
"I couldn't sleep," I admitted. "Thunder was too loud."
99 puts the blasters he was carrying to the side and puts his arm around my shoulder, guiding me into the barracks where the rest of my sleeping squadmates are.
"Cmon kid, let's get you to bed."
I climb into my bunk as another crash of thunder startles me, and I curl up into a ball in my bunk.
"Everything's going to be okay kid. Just relax and think of something else," 99 says as he puts the blanket over me, tucking me into bed. I smile up at him. "Thanks 99."
He gives me a short nod, his half-smile making the wrinkles on his face even more pronounced as he walks out.
That night I had the best sleep of my life.
And now 99's dead. And I'm all grown up. I sigh as I push the urge to cry down and focus on the present.
"Unidentified transport, transmit your clearance code," A voice from the front of the ship says.
"Clearance code? Don't they know who we are?" Echo asks.
"Must be a protocol drill," Tech replies. "Transmitting clearance code."
"Authorization confirmed. Proceed to landing bay one-tac-one."
Tech pilots the ship into the landing bay. The door of the ship opens and Hunter and Tech walk out first, with me following behind them. If I'm in the middle, hopefully no one will notice the new addition to the squad. Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair walk out behind me, all of their helmets off except me and Crosshair's.
Clones patrol the landing bay, and I spot the familiar crimson armor of the Coruscant Guard troopers. I scoff at the sight.
Fucking Coruscant Guard. Murdered a good soldier who just tried to do his duty. I would kill them any day.
"Shock troopers? What's the Coruscant Guard doing here?" Hunter's voice interrupts my silent trash talking of the Coruscant Guard.
Oh. Right. Forgot they were supposed to be on Coruscant.
"Level five lockdown remains in effect. Security teams, report to the command center." A voice on the speakers says.
Lockdown? For what? Kamino doesn't look like it's in any danger.
"This isn't a drill," Tech observes.
How perceptive.
"Aw man. What did we miss now?" Wrecker sounds disappointed.
"The end of the war," a random shock trooper answers.
"Say that again, trooper?" Hunter asks.
"General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The separatist leadership has collapsed. The war is over."
"Just like I said," Tech says.
Of course. He's usually right.
Wrecker gasps dramatically. "It is just like you said."
I roll my eyes at Wrecker's comment as I watch troopers carry a body laid out on a stretcher covered by a piece of cloth.
A body? On Kamino? No battles happened recently...
A lightsaber falls out from under the cloth and onto the floor.
A Jedi.
So I was right. Most of the Jedi are dead.
The shock trooper picks the lightsaber up from the floor as the rest of the batch look at each other with a look that says, "something's not right".
"Is there a problem?" The shock trooper asks.
"No...problem. We'll just head to our barracks then," Hunter says, looking back at the rest of us for a moment before walking off, with the rest of us following.
"Best hurry. There's a mandatory general assembly at 1500," the shock trooper says.
We walk through the sterile, almost blinding white hallways of Kamino. I instinctively stay close to Echo, not to the point of looking like a clingy child, but still within half a meter radius of him.
Echo looks back at me. "You okay?"
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Yeah. I just...never thought I'd find myself back here. Again." It's my way of saying, "I don't want to be back here. I'm so scared."
Echo gives me a short nod, which is his way of saying, "Everything's going to be okay" in public. We pass rows of troopers marching towards somewhere, in an almost robotic way.
"It's not just the clones on Kaller," Hunter says. "All the regs are acting strange." Tech looks around. "Let's test that theory." He proceeds to walk up to a random clone and asks, "Excuse me, trooper. What division are you from?"
Obviously annoyed, the clone elbows him in the side with his blaster. "Step aside."
"Oh, well they seem the same to me."
"I'm not surprised. I'd be annoyed too," I speak up, trying to lighten the mood. No one replies.
We reach their barracks and the moment the door opens, I'm greeted with the scent of oil, rotting food, and sweat. I scrunch up my nose under my helmet.
Tech walks in first, then Wrecker, who exclaims how it's good to be back while setting his helmet on a crate.
"The smell's getting worse," Echo comments.
"You're still new. You'll get used to it," Hunter reassures him, patting him on the shoulder. Crosshair pushes past the both of them. "Speak for yourself."
I hesitantly walk into the barracks, the smell gets stronger when I enter. I look around, observing my surroundings. It's quite messy, Tech has a bunch of random parts scattered on the table, Echo has a hammock at the side, and Crosshair's bunk has crates in front of it to block people from entering it.
This is the first time I'm entering their barracks. The last time they went back to Kamino I refused to go, and they went to pick me up in a few days. Those few days were the best of my life.
Crosshair goes to sit on the crates blocking his bunk while the rest of them go to sit at the table in the middle of the room. Wrecker marks the board for the number of missions we completed.
Still keeping my helmet on by instinct, I walk over to Crosshair, who's currently chewing on a toothpick, helmet off.
"Um. Can I have one?" I awkwardly gesture to the toothpick in his mouth.
"No," he replies. "Go away."
"Look we need to get you to the medbay right now or as soon as possible."
"Why?"
"Because there's an inhibitor chip in your head which basically makes you follow orders blindly and it's working for all the other clones except us but it's working for you and-"
"I'm fine."
"No you're not you carried out Order 66 and-"
"Shut up," he says in a dangerously low tone. My temper starts to flare up.
"Make me."
Crosshair stands up from the crates and cracks his knuckles, ready to draw his knife if things escalate. I draw my knife and get into a fighting stance.
"Woah woah woah. Easy," Hunter says as he pushes us apart. I glare at Crosshair, and he glares back. Not breaking eye contact, I sheathe my knife and shove Crosshair over just for good measure before heading over to sit next to Echo.
"11 more successful missions," Wrecker says with a grin. "Like there was any doubt." He goes to sit on his bunk, picking up his tooka doll.
"Kaller wasn't a win," Echo says.
"Says who? We completed our objective."
"Not every objective," Crosshair speaks up, picking up his rifle and examining it. I draw my sword from my back and start sharpening it absentmindedly, just needing something to do with my hands.
"Hunter let that Jedi kid escape. Or do you want to keep lying to us?"
Hunter stands up and looks out the window. "I don't like to think of executing our commanders as a mission objective."
Crosshair stands up from his position on the crates.
"An order is an order."
"Since when?"
They glare at each other for a moment before Echo breaks the tension. "None of this makes sense. Those clones served alongside General Bilaba for years. How could they turn on her like that?!"
"Because of the regs' programming," Tech speaks up.
"What programming?" Hunter breaks his death stare at Crosshair to ask.
"It's been well documented that the Kaminoans inhibited the cognitive functions of clones-"
"To engineer them to follow orders without question," I finish. Tech glares at me like I just committed a horrible war crime.
"Ha! We sure don't!" Wrecker shouts, assaulting Crosshair with his tooka doll.
"Obviously we are different. They manipulated pre-existing aberrations in our DNA resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills..." Lucky son of a bitch. "...Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind. My guess is we are immune to the effects of the programming. Though I can't be 100% certain of it.
"Well Crosshair isn't and he's in fucking denial," I say with a sarcastic smile underneath my helmet. Crosshair is walking over to probably punch me in the face when Echo gives him a glare which makes him back off. He knows how protective my ori'vod can be.
"What about Echo? He was a reg before he joined us. And Aris," Hunter asks.
"Well see guys Echo was probably damaged on Skako Minor because look at him right now no offence ori'vod, and since I'm an actual defect they probably didn't even bother I mean they were gonna terminate me anyways," I laugh under my helmet. Echo pats my shoulder. "Good thing they didn't then."
"All personnel report to the staging area for a briefing on the state of the Republic," a voice says over the speakers.
"This is one meeting I don't want to miss," Hunter says, walking to the door.
"First time for everything," Tech comments as we all head to the staging area. Troopers stand in neat rows, helmets on as they stare up at the holotransmission of a hooded figure, they look almost robotic. The thought of their individuality...Fives and Echo's chaotic nature, Hardcase's constant urge to shoot something, Uncle Wolffe's sarcasm, Rex's parental instincts, all gone...it gives me chills. I'm hardly paying attention until I hear the word "Jedi".
"...And the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated!" The hooded figure says. "The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed."
"You can say that again," Wrecker says. I almost burst out laughing.
"But I assure you, my resolve has never been stronger! In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the FIRST GALACTIC EMPIRE! For a safe and secure society."
Galactic Empire????? Man the Republic sounded so much better though-
Everyone starts cheering, except me and the batch. What's so exciting about Jedi getting killed? Right. Must be the inhibitor chip.
I look around to try and find any 501st members. None here. I'll comm Rex later. Right now, I need to focus on getting Crosshair's chip out.
I sigh as I glance at Echo, who looks equally confused as me.
"Ori'vod?" I turn to Echo.
"Yeah?"
"I need to talk to you in the barracks later. It's about Fives."
He lets out a sigh. "Okay vod'ika."
a/n: IM BACK IN THE HOUSE BOISSSSSSS
#the bad batch#the bad batch crosshair#tbb#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb tech#tbb wrecker#the bad batch hunter#the bad batch tech#the bad batch wrecker#self insert#found family#female clone#the bad batch season 1#sibling fluff#sibling angst#gonky#gonk
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Through the Webs of the Night / Gwen Stacy x Sibling! Gender Neutral Reader

Gwen Stacy, also known as Spider-Woman, takes her younger sibling, Y/n on their first patrol through New York City. While Y/n is eager to prove themselves, their inexperience quickly shows as they struggle to keep up with Gwen.
Word count: 1969
Warnings: None. Sibling fluff.
A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!
The moon hung high above New York City, its silvery light glinting off the glossy skyscrapers and shadowed alleyways. Gwen Stacy, dressed in her black and white Spider-Woman suit, perched on the edge of a towering building, her web-shooters primed. Beside her stood her younger sibling, Y/n Stacy, wearing a makeshift suit Gwen had patched together from old gear.
“You ready for this, rookie?” Gwen teased, flashing a grin beneath her mask.
Y/n adjusted their gloves nervously, the faint tremor in their voice betraying their excitement. “Ready as I’ll ever be. What’s the plan?”
Gwen pointed to the streets below. “We start with a sweep of downtown. Word on the web is there’s been a string of break-ins near Chinatown. Then we check out Hell’s Kitchen. Simple enough, right?”
“Yeah, sure. Simple.” Y/n’s voice cracked slightly, earning a chuckle from Gwen.
She shot a web toward a nearby crane. “Follow my lead, and keep up!” With a leap, she launched herself into the night, swinging gracefully between buildings.
Y/n hesitated for a heartbeat before following, their movements less fluid but determined.
“Not bad for your first swing!” Gwen called over her shoulder.
“Not bad? I’m amazing!” Y/n whooped, narrowly dodging a billboard as they wove through the cityscape.
The siblings landed quietly on a rooftop overlooking a quiet street. Gwen crouched, scanning the scene below. “See that?” She pointed to a trio of figures trying to jimmy open the back door of a jewelry store.
Y/n nodded. “Three of them. What’s the move?”
“Stay up here and watch my back,” Gwen said firmly. “I’ll handle this.”
“Wait, no way! I want in!”
“Y/n, you’re not ready yet,” Gwen argued, her tone firm but protective.
Y/n crossed their arms. “I’ve been training with you for weeks, Gwen. I can do this.”
Gwen sighed, relenting. “Fine. But stick close and don’t do anything reckless.”
With a nod, the two descended silently, landing behind the unsuspecting thieves. Gwen struck first, webbing one of them to the wall in a single fluid motion. Y/n followed suit, clumsily firing a web that partially wrapped around another thief’s arm.
“Uh, little help here?” Y/n called as the thief yanked free and charged at them.
Gwen sprang into action, delivering a swift kick that sent the thief sprawling. “Nice try, but maybe work on your aim.”
The third thief bolted down the alley, but Gwen and Y/n were faster. With a synchronized leap, they cornered him, Gwen’s web pinning him to the ground.
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Later, as the two swung back toward Midtown, the adrenaline rush began to fade. Gwen noticed Y/n lagging slightly, their swings less enthusiastic.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked, landing on a rooftop to give them a moment to catch their breath.
Y/n plopped down beside her, leaning heavily against her shoulder. “Yeah, just… tired. That was a lot.”
Gwen smirked, wrapping an arm around them. “Welcome to the life, rookie. It’s not all swinging and quips, you know.”
“I noticed,” Y/n mumbled, their eyes drooping.
Within minutes, Y/n’s breathing evened out as they dozed off against Gwen’s shoulder. She sighed, glancing down at their peaceful face.
“Guess I’m carrying you home,” she muttered affectionately. Carefully, she secured Y/n with her webbing before slinging them over her back.
As she swung through the city, Gwen felt a pang of protectiveness surge in her chest. The world was dangerous enough for someone like her—she wasn’t about to let her sibling face it alone.
“Sleep tight, kid,” she whispered as the city lights blurred beneath them.
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The wind rushed past Gwen’s face as she swung through the shimmering streets of New York City, her younger sibling Y/n still slumped against her back. Their makeshift suit looked a little awkward now, rumpled from the evening’s activities, but Gwen couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at her lips.
“You always talk such a big game,” she muttered under her breath, glancing back at Y/n’s peaceful face. “One patrol and you’re already out like a light.”
She adjusted her grip, making sure the webbing securing Y/n was snug but not too tight. Below, the city pulsed with life—honking horns, muffled chatter, and distant music drifting up from the streets. Despite the chaos, something was calming about patrolling like this, especially when the biggest problem right now was the sibling on her back.
Gwen swung onto a quiet rooftop near their apartment building and carefully set Y/n down. They stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent. Gwen crouched beside them, shaking her head with a fond chuckle.
“You know, for someone who begged to come along, you didn’t exactly last long.” She poked their side, earning a faint groan.
Y/n cracked one eye open, groggy but stubborn. “I was just… resting my eyes. You’re the one who said I needed a break.”
Gwen arched a brow. “Resting your eyes, huh? Pretty sure you were snoring.”
“I don’t snore!” Y/n shot back, sitting up with a huff, but the effect was ruined by their wobbling head and half-lidded gaze.
Gwen stood, stretching. “Sure you don’t. Anyway, you did okay back there for the first time. A little sloppy, but not bad.”
Y/n perked up at the rare praise. “Yeah? You think so?”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” Gwen said, crossing her arms. “You still have a lot to learn. Like how not to get tangled in your web.”
Y/n groaned, their face turning pink. “That was one time!”
“And I’ve got it on video,” Gwen teased, holding up her phone.
“Gwen!” Y/n lunged for the phone, but Gwen sidestepped easily, laughing as she webbed it to her wrist.
“Lesson one: always anticipate your opponent’s next move.”
“Lesson two,” Y/n grumbled, flopping back onto the rooftop, “don’t patrol with your annoying older sister.”
Gwen sat down beside them, the laughter fading into a comfortable silence as they gazed out at the city. “You’re not bad, you know. Brave, maybe a little reckless. You remind me of someone.”
Y/n tilted their head. “Dad?”
Gwen’s smile softened a bittersweet edge to it. “Yeah. He’d be proud of you. Both for what you did tonight and for being smart enough to know when to rest.”
Y/n looked down, their voice quieter now. “You think so?”
“Of course,” Gwen said firmly. “But I’m gonna make sure you don’t get in over your head. That’s my job.”
Y/n smirked, the playful glint returning to their eyes. “And here I thought I was supposed to be the one protecting you.”
“Oh, please,” Gwen said, nudging them with her shoulder. “I’ve been doing this way longer than you. You’re the sidekick, remember?”
“Sidekick?!” Y/n sat up, mock-indignant. “I’ll have you know I’m a full-fledged hero in training!”
“Keep telling yourself that, rookie.”
The next morning, Gwen found Y/n passed out on the couch, still in their rumpled suit. She tossed a blanket over them, a small smile tugging at her lips as she headed to the kitchen.
Her phone buzzed with a notification. Pulling it out, she saw a news article headline: “Spider-Woman and Mysterious New Ally Save Jewelry Store!”
She glanced back at Y/n, who was now drooling slightly onto the couch cushion. Shaking her head, Gwen chuckled.
“Hero in training, huh? Guess you’re off to a good start.”
Bonus Chapter:
A week after Y/n’s first patrol, Gwen had reluctantly agreed to let them join her again. Reluctantly, because the last thing she wanted was for her sibling to get hurt—or worse—but Y/n was insistent. They’d trained harder, practiced swinging, and even upgraded their gear.
Now, perched on the edge of another Manhattan rooftop, Gwen watched Y/n stretch dramatically.
“You’re seriously going to pull a muscle before we even start,” Gwen said, crossing her arms.
“Don’t be jealous because I’m limber,” Y/n quipped, rolling their shoulders.
Gwen snorted. “Right. Limber. That’s definitely what you were when you faceplanted into that water tower last time.”
Y/n shot her a mock glare. “Low blow.”
“You’re just making it too easy.” Gwen stood and fired a web. “Come on, rookie. Time to prove you’ve got what it takes.”
Y/n launched after her, their swings smoother this time but still lacking the effortless grace Gwen had honed over the years. They followed her through the city, weaving around buildings and soaring over the streets below.
“This is awesome!” Y/n shouted, laughing as they gained momentum.
Gwen glanced back, smirking. “Don’t get cocky!”
Just as she said it, Y/n’s web snagged on a streetlamp, and they went spinning out of control. With a panicked yelp, they let go and tumbled toward an alley.
“Y/n!” Gwen shot a web, catching them midair and yanking them toward her. They collided, dangling awkwardly from her line as she swung to a nearby rooftop.
Y/n groaned, rubbing their head. “That… could’ve gone better.”
“You think?” Gwen said, exasperated but relieved. She set them down and crossed her arms. “I told you not to get cocky.”
“Okay, okay. Lesson learned.” Y/n looked sheepish, their cheeks red.
Gwen sighed, ruffling their hair. “You’re lucky I’m here to save your butt.”
Before Y/n could respond, her communicator buzzed. She tapped it, listening intently as a police scanner crackled to life.
“…10-31 reported near the Brooklyn Bridge. All units respond.”
“That’s us,” Gwen said, already firing a web. “Let’s move!”
The scene was chaos. A group of masked thieves had hijacked a delivery truck and were speeding recklessly through the streets, pursued by several police cars.
“Okay, rookie,” Gwen said as they perched on a lamppost overlooking the chase. “You take the back. Web the tires, and slow them down. I’ll handle the driver.”
Y/n nodded, determination replacing their earlier embarrassment. “Got it.”
They swung into action, sticking to the shadows as they positioned themselves behind the speeding truck. Timing their move perfectly, Y/n fired two webs, snagging the rear tires. With a loud screech, the truck skidded, veering wildly.
“Nice shot!” Gwen called, swinging alongside the cab. She kicked through the passenger-side window, startling the driver. Before he could react, she webbed his hands to the wheel, forcing the truck to a halt.
The thieves in the back scrambled to escape, but Y/n was ready. They landed in front of the truck, blocking their path.
“Going somewhere?” Y/n quipped, firing a web that pinned two of them to the side of the vehicle.
The last thief tried to bolt, but Gwen dropped from above, landing in front of him with a smirk. “You must be new here,” she said, webbing him to the ground.
Within minutes, the police arrived to clean up the scene. Gwen and Y/n watched from a nearby rooftop, hidden in the shadows.
“You did good,” Gwen admitted, nudging Y/n with her elbow.
Y/n grinned. “You’re not just saying that because I didn’t faceplant this time, are you?”
Gwen rolled her eyes but smiled. “Don’t push your luck.”
Back at home, the adrenaline finally wore off, and Y/n flopped onto the couch with a groan.
“Heroing is exhausting,” they mumbled into a pillow.
Gwen tossed them a water bottle and sat down beside them. “Tell me about it. But hey, you’re getting better. Maybe one day you’ll even be as good as me.”
Y/n sat up, smirking. “As good as you? Please. I’m gonna be better.”
“Oh, is that so?” Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Absolutely,” Y/n said confidently.
“Alright, rookie,” Gwen said, leaning back with a smirk. “When you can swing without falling on your face, we’ll talk.”
Y/n groaned, throwing a pillow at her, but Gwen just laughed.
“Better get some rest,” she said, ruffling their hair. “We’re hitting the streets again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Y/n groaned, flopping back onto the couch. “I’m never gonna survive this.”
Gwen grinned, leaning back. “Welcome to the family business, kid.”
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Summer of Bad Batch | Week 3 | Prompt: "Forget I asked." | Bonus Prompt: "Can you braid my hair?"
Rated: G | Words: 1190
Crosshair wakes to a snuffling sound, and turns over to find his sister standing next to his bed. “Omega? What’s wrong?”
“I got sick,” Omega mutters, and her breath trembles. She’s crying, softly, quietly.
Crosshair reaches over and clicks on the lamp, bathing the room in a warm glow of light. But the warmth does not extend to Omega’s face, her skin pale and eyes red rimmed. She blinks rapidly, and a tear escapes, creating another shiny track down her ashen cheek. She does not look well at all.
Of all the times for Hunter and Wrecker to be gone on a supply trip for the island.
Sitting up, Crosshair asks, “Got sick where?” He really hopes he doesn’t have to clean anything up.
“I made it to the fresher,” Omega tells him, “but I still feel awful.”
“Alright,” Crosshair says, nodding. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
He guides Omega out of his room, a hand on her shoulder. Even through her nightshirt, he can feel that she’s unusually warm. Not a dangerously high fever, he decides, but enough to make her feel miserable. The common room has a couch and a chair, and he gives her a gentle nudge towards the couch. “Lay down. I’ll be back.”
Crosshair goes to Omega’s room and finds her blankets in a pile on the floor, hastily discarded in her flight to the fresher to throw up, he imagines. He picks up the thickest of the blankets and drapes it over his right arm and then grabs her pillow. He notices the red tip of Lula’s ear peeking out from under the bed, and after a second thought, snatches the tooka stuffy up too.
When he returns to the common room, Omega is laying on her side on the couch, knees drawn up to her chest and shivering. She looks pitiful, and the twinge of sympathy Crosshair feels reverberates deeply in his chest cavity. “Here, I brought your pillow and blanket.”
Omega lifts her head and lets Crosshair shove the pillow under her. He then drapes the blanket over her, and props Lula beside her. Omega watches him dully. “Thanks,” she whispers.
“We have tea. It might help with the nausea,” Crosshair says. “Do you think you could take medicine?”
Omega nods.
Crosshair retreats to the kitchen to try and find where Hunter keeps the tea. He and his brothers are typically caf drinkers; however, housewarming gifts from the islanders had supplied them with enough tea to last several clone lifetimes. He puts some water in a kettle to boil and then spends the next five minutes digging through every cupboard before he finds where Hunter stashed the stuff. Crosshair isn’t really sure what kind of tea helps nausea, so he just chooses the one that smells the best, dropping the teabag in Omega’s favorite mug.
After letting the brew steep for several minutes, he takes the steaming beverage back to the common room. Omega smiles wanly and pushes herself up to sit cross legged, arranging the blanket over her lap before taking the mug of tea from Crosshair. “You’re pretty good at this taking care of sick people stuff,” she says, putting her nose to the brim of the mug to inhale the steam with a sigh.
Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Surprised?”
“A little,” Omega admits with a grin.
Crosshair huffs and leaves to search for medicine. When he returns, Omega looks like she’s going to be sick again. Quickly, he takes her mug and she stumbles to her feet, briefly getting tangled in the blanket, before stumbling back to the fresher.
Crosshair follows and arrives in time to find her kneeling over the toilet and emptying whatever is left in her stomach. He hesitates a moment before stepping inside and awkwardly gathering up her hair with his left hand, holding it at the nape of her neck. The long seconds drag into several minutes before Omega finally leans back. Crosshair releases his hold on her hair and hands her a towel to wipe her mouth.
“Ugh,” Omega growls. “I hate being sick.”
Crosshair agrees with a hum and helps Omega to her feet. She rinses her mouth out in the sink before shuffling back into the living room and collapsing on the couch.
“Do you want to try your tea again?” Crosshair asks.
Omega shakes her head. “Not yet.”
Crosshair nods and sits down next to her, picking up the puddle of blanket from the floor and tossing it over her lap. Omega reaches up and brushes back her hair. “Could you…” she starts, but cuts herself off, frowning and dropping her hands.
“What?” Crosshair asks.
“Nothing,” Omega mumbles, “Forget I asked.”
“No, tell me. What do you need?” Crosshair insists.
Omega sighs. “I was just gonna ask if you could braid my hair, but…”
Oh. Crosshair had braided Omega’s hair before, back when he first came to Pabu after their escape from Tantiss. Hunter and Wrecker had gone to find Fennec Shand, and Omega had asked if he knew how. With the tremble in his right hand, the braids had been loose and messy; however, Omega had proudly worn them all day.
He stares down at his singular hand, nondominant and clumsy when it comes to more intricate efforts. Besides, braiding hair took two hands, not one and a stump. And while it isn’t his fault the simple request can’t be fulfilled, Crosshair feels like he’s failed.
“I’m sorry,” Omega says, “I forget sometimes.”
Crosshair doesn’t like the guilt in his sister’s voice. “Welcome to the club,” he says, hoping to ease the tension.
It doesn’t.
Crosshair stands up. “I’ve got an idea…but I’ll need to borrow something.”
Omega looks at him quizzically. “What?”
“I might only have one hand, but between the two of us, we have three. I think I can make due.”
The girl immediately brightens. She tells Crosshair where to find her hair ties and brush in her room, and soon Crosshair is brushing through a tangle of blond locks and creating a careful part down the middle. Under his direction, Omega offers up her right hand to hold whatever strands of hair Crosshair puts in her fingers, as he sloppily weaves a braid down from her hairline. Crosshair’s snippy instructions are taken in the spirit they are delivered, Omega giggling and outright laughing as she tries to follow blindly along, acting as Crosshair’s literal right hand. Crosshair smiles at the sound.
After nearly an hour of effort, Omega has two lopsided braids, bumps of unruly hair poking out where the coordination effort fell short.
“Do they look nice?” Omega asks sweetly.
Crosshair snorts. “They look like kark, but they'll do the job.”
Omega laughs. “Thanks, Crosshair.”
“Don’t mention it,” Crosshair says.
“I think I’m ready for my tea now,” Omega says, “but it’s probably cold.”
Crosshair heaves an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. I’ll make you a fresh cup. Anything else, m’lady?”
Omega considers. “Maybe some crackers?”
“Of course, anything for you,” Crosshair retorts, but the sarcasm is muted by a soft smile, and the reality that he really would do anything.
END

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The Christmas Sweater (Modern Bad Batch AU)
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❄️❄️This is a gift fill for @nerdyduckrants through @galactic-gift-gathering and also a prompt fill for @local-cryptid's Crosscember Prompt #1: Sweater Crosshair. ❄️❄️
Prompt: Life Day/Christmas, Bad Batch, cozy. Word Count: 1,313
“Cody…”
Cody Fett took one more sip of his coffee before he turned away from the window, imagining the steaming liquid revitalizing his still-sleepy self as it went down – or at least caffeinating him enough to keep his eyelids open for a while. Then he looked down toward the small voice, prepared to deal with whatever new crisis this particular Saturday morning saw fit to gift him.
Instead, he was met with a surprisingly cute interruption to his weekend morning routine. “Good morning, Cross,” he grinned.
Crosshair looked like he wasn’t sure if it was a good morning or not. The eight-year-old was standing a few feet away from Cody, dressed from the waist down in what was mostly his usual attire – hand-me-down jeans from Fives that almost fit, different colored socks that Cody wasn’t sure even had matches anymore.
From the waist up seemed to be the problem that was making him frown. His thin body was engulfed by an oversized, over-decorated Christmas sweater, the hem reaching down past his jeans pockets and the bright red sleeves hanging off his skinny arms like wings.
“Fives made me wear it,” he grumbled, folding his arms. The too-long sleeves flopped over his hands with a ridiculous amount of fabric left over. “It’s too big.”
“Well, they didn’t have skinny munchkin size, I'm afraid.” At least, Goodwill hadn't. Even though the family finances were better off this year than last, with Rex old enough to work full time and the coupon games Echo and Tech played every week to see how close to zero they could get the weekly grocery bill, the Fetts still almost exclusively shopped at thrift stores. Cody didn't mind, but he was grateful that his little brothers didn't seem to, either. Better off or not, he didn't want to go back to how tight things had been right after they'd gotten custody of the quads.
Crosshair shook his head and brushed at his forehead with his sleeve-hidden hands, trying to bat away the white curls that were starting to spill over his ears. Cody mentally added haircuts to his ever-growing list of things to do before the end of the month. “Echo said you could fix it,” the boy said hopefully. “Please?”
His amber eyes shone up at his older brother and Cody found himself melting again. Curse the fact that all his little brothers knew his weakness of puppy eyes.
{the rest is on Ao3 at the link above or here}
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I can totally see Mike and Abby having a similar relationship to Max and Dani in Hocus Pokus, I mean it basically is the same.
But specifically that one scene where he convinces Dani to go to the old Sanderson Sisters house.
“Next year, we’re going as Wendy and Peter Pan; With the tights.”
“Can we go no tights?”
“No tights, no deal.”
“…Fine.”
Oh shit now I’m crafting a whole hocus pocus fnaf movie au-
#josh hutcherson#mike schmidt#mike schmidt fluff#mike fnaf#abby schmidt fnaf#abby fnaf#fnaf abby#abby schmidt#hocus pocus#hocus pocus dani#Max hocus pocus#fluff#sibling fluff#platonic relationships
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