#telling your kid to go tell something to the other parent

[suhtorus]

first day.

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ preschool teacher!nanami. our little sunshines go to school ! for more info/context, read nanami's part in the masterlist :)

little sunshines au

nanami stands by the gates, observing and greeting everyone with a smooth 'good morning'. he's already making mental notes about each kid, their behavior during drop-off, and who their parents and siblings are.

there are lots of new faces, but most of these new alumni are related to kids he's already familiar with.

he sees the gojo sons walk in with matching 'Nemo' backpacks, and the youngest, with his red-rimmed eyes, clutches his brother's hand tightly.

a crier, he notes.

but before he can keep watching them, he feels a little one hug his legs with all their might.

"nanamin! meet my babies!"

with a small smile and raised brows, nanami crouches down to yuuji's height. he notices a boy and a girl who look incredibly alike, staring at him with curious eyes.

"hello." he waves at the twins before turning back to yuuji. "are they your cousins?"

"they're my babies!" little yuuji yells excitedly, running over to the kids and grabbing the girl's hand. "uncle 'kuna says I'm not their uncle! but I am! and-and cho–"

"good morning." megumi greets nanami politely, interrupting yuuji's rambling. he has a small girl holding his hand—his younger sister, nanami recalls as megumi pecks the top of her head. "my baby."

nanami can't help but let out a chuckle. "oh? you come with a baby of your own, too?"

the itadori twins can't keep their eyes off of the zenin toddler, the extroverted girl already showing them the glittery nail polish on her fingernails.

"why don't we put those backpacks away?"

nanami faintly hears the geto twins chatting with tsumiki right outside their classroom while the gojo kids chat between themselves. and after realizing he has almost the entire preschool surrounding him, he rises back to his full height and offers them a gentle smile.

and that's how nanami kento starts his day, with a small army of kids that look like baby ducks following after him.

ten minutes earlier.

GOJO FAMILY

"why is he cryin'?"

your five-year-old tilted his head in confusion while your youngest clung onto you desperately, his wails catching the other kids' attention and threatening to start a chorus of crying children.

"baby, mama promises you'll be veeeeery happy at school." you wiped his tears, smiling and ignoring the lump in your throat. "you're gonna make new friends, you're gonna play, eat yummy food. and when I come back, you'll tell me aaaall about it!"

you were met with a pout and baby blue eyes staring pleadingly at you. so you decided to try a different approach.

"let's make a deal." you grabbed his hands and pressed a soft kiss in his palms. "if you stay here and behave like the good boy you are, I promise to take you to the aquarium."

he perked up instantly, even with his little chest heaving with hiccups. "fishies?"

"yup, we can go see the fishies."

without a second thought, your son wiggled out of your grasp and walked away, only waving his little hand behind him as he joined his brother.

"buh-bye!"

ZENIN FAMILY

"daddy?" your daughter's eyes met your husband's in a classic puppy eyes look. "go with me?"

"no, princess." he brushed her soft hair, his voice surprisingly tender while he crouched down to her eye level. "daddy can't go with you."

she remained silent, playing with the fabric of his shirt between her little fingers as she seemed to be pondering what to do next. your husband braced himself for the tantrum that for sure would follow, something he learned to expect when she didn't get her way.

"okie. bye, daddy!"

his jaw dropped and he swears he could feel his heart break.

ITADORI FAMILY

"nanamin is the best teacher!" sukuna found it both impressive and irritating how yuuji could talk about everything and anything. even as he struggled to climb down the car and put his gigantic backpack on, he wouldn't stop talking. "we dwaw a lot, and we... and we, uhhh, we use cwayons. and we–"

"colors!"

your son yelled excitedly, his cheeky smile making him look like an exact mini version of sukuna.

"nami?" your daughter tried the name on her tongue while allowing you to guide her to the gates. her eyes watched yuuji rush to a man, and it clicked instantly. "nami..."

"someone has a crush already~" you murmured towards your husband, gushing over the interaction of your little girl and the kind teacher welcoming them.

but sukuna had already made up his mind.

"fuck no."

GETO FAMILY

"I don't want him to go to school."

your husband's sudden words made the three of you turn to look at him. each twin had their hand on yours while suguru had the baby attached to his chest thanks to the baby carrier.

"like, ever." suguru continued, patting the baby's tummy and smiling proudly. "I'll teach him everything he needs to know, and he'll be my pupil."

and at that moment, your son's face scrunched up in disgust, bursting into a crying fit five seconds later.

"I don't think he agrees."

[vmlnrzmp4]

a miniature rival.

a grown man had to force himself to watch the overly saturated slime unboxing videos.

kaiser crossed his arms. being engrossed as he watches the big tv along with a 6 year old beside him. kaiser holds back a very frustrated sigh at the crumbling sound of plastic, the funky music, the sound beside him of the kid eating cheetos.

today was meant for him and you. you and him. but your mother's friend's kid, kenzo, had no one to babysit.

the moment kaiser stepped in, he was greeted with "who are you" and "what do you want" by the little boy. but what made a vein pop on his forehead was when the kid claimed to be your boyfriend.

a 6 year old kid: your boyfriend? you chuckled and told kaiser that the child likely doesn't know what that word means. boy friend and boyfriend. a 6 year old wouldn't know the difference. right?

wrong. the kid made sure to give kaiser a look which told enough that the chibi had marriage plans.

most kids would curiously ask about his tattoo. or ask him to teach them soccer. kaiser wonders what's wrong with this one as he finally lets out that frustrated sigh.

you walked to your room to grab the sweets-jar when kenzo whined for toffees. and just when you were about to head back to the living room, your lovely boyfriend had already stepped in, and locked the door behind.

he scoffed amusingly. further teasing you for still eating toffees at this grown age, and hiding the sweets in the most noticeable place in your bedroom.

"behave," you warned.

"are you my boss or something?"

"you're in my room."

"so?"

you ignored, telling kaiser to behave appropriately again. but does he listen? you're nowhere to boss him. he believes that.

he grabs you, making you lay on the bed. with him on top of you, so soon so quick. and he placed multiple kisses on your neck exactly where he know would tickle.

"who's the fucking boss? huh?" kiss "who's in charge?" kiss "who's in control?" kiss "who's bigger?" kiss "who's stronger?" kiss.

you weren't going to let him win. you yelled out that you were stronger while still laughing.

"hah?" kiss "say that again?" kiss.

"i said—" you start trying to hold back laughs, "i said—"

kiss "hm?" kiss.

"kenzo's out waiting for us!"

after five seconds of looking at you in disbelief, kaiser rolls his eyes, getting off of you. stupid kid. he mumbles.

"tsk tsk. someone's acting childish." you tease.

"yeah im jealous damn it."

"of a kid? mihya, he's six-"

"and so? today was for us. just us. and this kid—"

and as an apology, you kissed his cheek before exiting the room, kaiser following shortly after.

it was the smell of cookies. you had almost forgotten to take them out of the oven. while you rush to the kitchen, kenzo suddenly turns to kaiser, "how are babies made?"

kaiser guesses the kid came across something on the tv, so he replies by saying when mom and dad love each other, a baby forms into the momma's stomach.

"really? does that really really happen?"

"yeah. it absolutely does."

"so that means, you will never experience giving baby in a women's stomach?"

and kaiser knew damn well the kid is referring that kaiser will never find a women to love. a vien pop on kaiser's forehead at that. and the kid interrupts the silence asking: "so, so, my parents loved each other too. right? right!?"

however kaiser decided to adapt the asian parents' approach and replied saying, "you were found in the garbage."

[puckinghischier]

Hiiii happy new year! I absolutely adore your quinnxreader fics! I loved the one about his brothers asking her questions and calling her all the time because they love her so much! Would you consider writing more about that?

Maybe about their dynamic in person, meeting over Christmas or summer or something!??

Have a great day!

oh listen when the four of you are together for long periods of time? you’re convinced you and quinn will never have to have kids, because you’re gonna be parenting jack and luke for the rest of your lives.

like meeting at the lake house over the summer. even if ellen and jim are there with everyone, luke and jack still bug you with any and every question they have.

“y/n! what should i eat for lunch?”

“y/n! where’s the remote?”

“y/n! have you seen my swimming trunks?”

every time you take a breath, one of them is yelling for you for help, or advice, or nothing at all. jack is a regular at shouting your name from wherever he is in the house just to show you some video on his phone, or ask you how to spell a word for a text he’s sending.

quinn and ellen have both scolded them numerous times to leave you alone and quit treating you like a maid, but you don’t tell them you secretly love it. you hate that they’re acting like toddlers that can’t fend for themselves, but you love the comfort level they have with you to do it all.

and it’s not like they don’t return the favor.

you always manage to get a summer cold when you come to the lake house. you don’t know if it’s the water mixed with the chilly nights or the fact you’re always on the go and never resting, but you somehow always get a case of the sniffles for a few days each summer.

whenever it happens, jack and luke dote on you like you’re bedridden. constantly bringing you snacks and meds and juice. asking if you need anything, watching movies with you and quinn while all four of you cuddle on the couch.

ellen never fails to snap a picture of the occasion, all of her kids (you included) safe and sound under one roof, a rare occurrence in her world.

now, you have your own moments visiting the two youngest brothers, missing them just as badly as they miss you sometimes. when quinn is away on a particularly long road trip and jack and luke have a few home games, you’re booking a flight and off to see them.

you can always see how excited they are to have you at their games, making sure you have the best seats and even buying you a custom split hughes sweater, so you never have to choose one over the other.

they tell all of their teammates you’re coming and gesture to you throughout the whole game, making sure you saw that save, or watched them score a goal.

you go out with them after games and send quinn lots of pictures of his drunk, idiot brothers singing karaoke and displaying terrible dance moves.

quinn loves seeing you have the friendship with his brothers that you do, but he always reminds them to keep you safe, his protective side coming out, even though he knows they would never let anything happen.

still, it doesn’t keep them from finding sunglasses from god knows where, drunkenly waltzing you out of bar on either side of you, gesturing for people to move out of the way like they’re your bodyguards. every move you make, they’re sending (blurry) pictures of you safely outside the bar, getting into the uber, getting out of the uber, walking into their apartment building, in the elevator, unlocking their door, walking through their door, walking to the guest room, and one final shot of you in bed with the covers pulled up to your chin, to the groupchat you’re in with them and your boyfriend.

and once the apartment is quiet and their voices are reduced to light snores, you sneak into their rooms and take pictures of them, too, feeling just as much of a responsibility to keep them safe and cared for.

christmases? now those are an event, truly.

luke and jack are on you for months to help them pick out the perfect gift for quinn and ellen, claiming you know gifts way better than they do. you even fly out to jersey for a couple days in the middle of december, finding a stretch where they have a couple home games.

you take them out shopping, coaching and making sure they don’t pick out some random scarf for their mom or striped tie for quinn and jim. they take you to do all the touristy christmas things around the city (even if you’ve done it a million times before) and make fun of how you still can’t skate, even after all the years of being with quinn.

when you all finally make it back to michigan for the big family christmas, quinn steals you away for some one on one time, of course, but it’s never long lived. one of the two man-children, as quinn so affectionately calls them, comes barging in your room eventually, flopping down onto the bed right in-between you and quinn. and once one is in there, the other gets jealous and fights his way into the dog pile happening.

“can you two go annoy mom and dad or something? you just had her for four days, it’s my turn,” quinn huffs, your quiet bubble now burst.

“well, mom and dad told us to come annoy you guys, they have to wrap presents,” luke pouts to quinn, causing him to roll his eyes and accept his fate.

christmas morning with them is always your favorite, though.

jack and luke are always so high energy, wanting everyone to open their presents from them first so they can see the reactions.

they’re just like little kids, almost blurting out what it is as the person is opening it. they always tell ellen and quinn and jim you helped them, not wanting to take all the credit for themselves. but when it comes to their gifts to you? you start to think their claims that they’re terrible at gift giving is just a rouse to get you to visit them each year, because they never fail to give you the most heartfelt gifts.

like this christmas, they had gone in together on paying an artist to paint a collage of your favorite pictures of you and quinn together, the canvasses each in the shape of yours and quinn’s initials. you had noticed the canvas shaped like a plus sign in-between the two letters is blank, not knowing why they would leave such a large section bare.

when you look up to ask them, you notice they’re standing on either side of you, gesturing you to stand up. quinn is nowhere to be found, looking around for him as you stand and follow their lead to the back door of the large house.

when they open the door you’re met with the michigan snow, falling perfectly onto a beautifully decorated archway that you hadn’t noticed the night before. you noticed the poinsettias forming a walkway to the arch, finding quinn standing there under the perfectly hung mistletoe, waiting for you.

jack and luke walk push you on, staying behind in the warmth of the house.

you walk down the snow covered path, focusing on not falling the whole way.

once you reach the end of the path, quinn grabs your hand and plants you right in front of him.

he launches into a speech about how much he loves you, and how much he loves watching you with his family, how easily you’ve become a part of it, intertwined so deeply into his soul he couldn’t let you go, even if he wanted to, before dropping down on one knee, asking you to spend the rest of your life trusting him and loving him.

you immediately tell him yes, launching your body to his once he stands, tears streaming down your frozen face. right as you go to share a kiss to seal the intimate moment, you’re broken apart by the woops and hollers of none other than jack and luke, turning your head to see them barreling down the walkway towards you two.

“oh my god! we’re getting a sister! she’s actually gonna be ours now!” jack screams, crushing you two in a bear hug that would give quinn a run for his money.

“now quinn can’t use the excuse she’s his anymore, because now she’s ours. she’s gonna be a hughes! no more stingy quinn!” luke follows up, another weight added onto the already crushing hug.

“oh god, i didn’t think this through,” quinn groans, not enjoying his brothers’ newfound claim on you.

you giggle, encased in all the hughes love.

“also, we helped plan this, don’t let him hog all the credit, here. we planned our gift so it’d be the perfect segway into the proposal!” luke rushes out, too excited to keep it in any longer.

“the blank canvas is for engagement pictures!” jack confirms, beaming from ear to ear.

they finally release you and quinn from their clutches.

“okay, you guys have had your moment, now go back inside. she might getting ready to be your sister-in-law,” quinn emphasizes the last two words, “but she’s my fiancé, so we’ve earned some alone time.”

the two brothers huff and pout as they walk off, grumbling about how they can’t wait until you’re a hughes so he can’t claim you’re just his.

before you allow yourself the time with quinn, you run after your two best friends, tackling them in their own bear hug, despite how much larger they are than you.

“thank you guys. for this, for accepting me into your family, for sharing quinn with me,” you giggle at their scoff and luke’s mumble of ‘more like we share you with him’ before continuing. “i love you two. i’ll always be your big sister, yeah? as long as you’re always my two obnoxious little brothers.”

they squeeze you back so tightly you can’t breathe, telling you again how much they can’t wait for you to officially be part of their family.

quinn watches you with them, his own heart warmed despite the snow falling, wondering how in the world he got so lucky with such an amazing family, and now an even more amazing woman to bring into it.

[nerdygirlramblings]

omegaverse 141

a/n part of this once again inspired by @dragonnarrative-writes and their comment on a previous chapter. also, if you have ideas for a title, that'd be great 😂

cw: a/b/o dynamics and typical omegaverse breeding (m! and f! omegas can get pregnant) mentioned

previous

In the interim between your meeting with Captain Price and dinner with the task force you call your family pack. You know your moms and dad will give you their honest opinions, and right now you want that more than anything.

"Hey pretty girl," Dad says when he picks up the video call. "Everything okay? You usually don't call on a weekday unless we've planned it." For a moment you simply take in his smile and the way he's trying to reassure you.

You deflect. "How are you feeling, Dad?" He's carrying another litter, and after losing the last two, you know how important it is to everyone that this one is successful.

"Your moms have pretty much put me on bed rest," he says, rolling his eyes. "But you called us, honey, what's going on?"

You sigh. This is what you called them for. "Well, I wanted your opinion on something," you tell him.

"Just my opinion, or do you want the moms' too?"

You tell him you want everyone's opinion, so he moves through your childhood home to where your moms are, each room he passes drawing forth another bittersweet memory that has you missing him and your pack even more.

He finds your moms in your childhood bedroom, being transformed into a nursery, again. He sits on the rocking chair you remember, the one that floated between the three kids' bedrooms each time there was a new litter. Once your moms are standing behind Dad, you tell everyone about the offer to join Price's task force, and by extension his pack.

The more you tell them, the more your mind snags on how appealing being part of a pack is. But you can't help but be scared of the implications of that desire. Despite how Price laid things out, it's going to be hard enough to prove you're worthy of being on the 141, and if you become part of their pack, you'll never escape the talk about sleeping your way on the task force.

Your parents can tell your mind is somewhere else when you hear Mum insert your name into Bowie's "Space Oddity."

"Sorry, Mum. Wha' was i'?"

"I was just saying this - the task force, I mean - sounds like a great career opportunity. But I can't abide how much more danger this puts you in."

Mama adds, "Sounds like this alpha knew how to broach this. Didn't cock it up. And I agree with Mum, this is much more dangerous than what yer doing now. But sweetie, ya didn't see yerself when ya talked about what this would mean ta ya. And what doors it might open for other omegas like your brother."

You tear up. Both your moms see this for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity it is. You notice no one's mentioned the other half of Price's offer. "Dad?" you prompt, "Wha' da you think?"

Dad watches you for a few minutes, smiling but sad: you can see it in his eyes. "I think you need to say yes, honey. Even if it scares us more, i's the right thing fer you." Your moms don't chime in; they don't need to. But you need want their thoughts on becoming a pack omega, Dad's in particular.

"And the other part?" you ask quietly, looking away.

"Honey, becoming pack omega fer yor moms was one of the hardest and easiest decisions I ever made. I love yer moms," you watch their faces through his declaration, both putting a comforting hand somewhere on him, "and they gave me all of you pups. If Price is as good an alpha as he is a Captain, if 'e's a guiding hand for his pack, then you couldn't have a better mate. In the end, trust your omega."

And that's the crux of the matter isn't it. Your omega has been scratching at your hind brain all afternoon because she wants to take Price up on both offers as soon as possible, but you need to be smart about optics and your career.

You tell your parents you love them and thank them for their honesty, promising to tell them what you decide before the ink dries. You end the call with a few minutes to spare before dinner and take that time to pull your emotions together.

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[alotofpockets]

A change of plans | Lotte Wubben-Moy x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "I should've called."

Warnings: foster care, past parental death, mention of drug abuse

Woso masterlist | Words: 3k

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Today was your two month anniversary with Lotte. While it was only two months, you wanted to do something special. Usually when the two of you would get together, it was a restaurant or activity. On the rare occasion that you decided to hang out at someone’s place, it had been at Lotte’s. 

That is why you had invited her over for dinner at your place tonight. It was only fair that she got to check out where you lived as well. Your plans were nothing fancy, just cooking a nice meal for her and maybe watching a movie after. Yet, you were buzzing with excitement as you entered the store.

You were walking down the first aisle of the store when your phone rang. “Hi Michelle, it’s been a while.” You say while answering the phone and stepping to the side. “Hey, yeah the only type of call where that is a positive thing.” She jokes.

Michelle was the caseworker at Child Protective Service you had been working with for a few years now. You were a foster parent, and were mainly helping out with emergency placements. 

“I’ve got two kids who need a place to stay. A six month old boy and an eight year old girl. They are siblings, and despite the age difference, I don’t want to split them up. Is there any way you can take them in for a few days?” 

There wasn’t a moment of doubt in your mind, you would never turn down a child in need. “Yeah, of course.” You knew not to ask too many questions about their past, because Michelle would let you know when she would bring over the kids. “I’m at the grocery store right now, so I will pick up some things. Should be back home in about an hour.” 

“Great, thank you. I will grab the kids and pack some of their stuff. We’ll see you in a bit then.” Michelle hung up the phone and you quickly changed your grocery run for dinner into a quick shopping spree for children’s necessities.

You had a few basics at your place like toothbrushes, toiletries, and some toys, but you hadn’t had a baby in a long time. So, you grabbed the necessities for both their ages, knowing that once they were there, you could always get more if needed. 

Once you’ve got everything you thought you needed, you rush back home to get your place ready. Making sure the bedroom is fully set up, getting the toiletries out from the cupboards, and getting the boxes with stuff out for their ages.

Over the years you’ve learned what kids of certain ages like, which was always a huge help in preparing when a new child would arrive. Just as you were making your final touches, the doorbell rang.

You quickly made your way over to the door, but completely froze once you saw Lotte stand on the other side of it. Shit, in your haste you had completely forgotten to call her. Her bright smile faded slowly into confusion when she saw your expression. “You look like you weren’t expecting me. Did I get the time wrong?”

“No no, you’re right on time.” You say after looking at your watch. “I- eh, something came up and I should've called, but I completely forgot.” 

Lotte put her hand on your arm. “It’s alright, take a breath.” She stepped into your home and closed the door behind her. “What’s going on? Is everything alright?” Lotte asked as she pulled you down onto the couch.

“Yes, everything is alright. Just, well. Okay there is something I haven’t told you before.” You started getting nervous now. “I’m a foster parent. Mostly kids who need an emergency placement, so always very last minute. Like today, I got a call that two kids needed a placement, so I was getting everything ready, but I forgot to call you. And I was going to tell you about me being a foster parent. I just haven’t had a placement for a while, so yeah I hadn’t gotten to it yet. I promise I wasn’t trying to hide this from you.”

Finally you allow yourself to look at Lotte, who just looked at you in awe. “Wow, that is such an amazing thing. I fully understand that the rush of getting everything ready for their arrival came with forgetting to call. When are they getting here?”

Before you answer her question, the doorbell rang again. “That must be them.” You say as you make your way to the door again. This time when you open the door it is Michelle. She was holding a baby carrier in one hand and the girl's hand in the other. She was hiding behind Michelle’s legs, trying to observe her surroundings from a safe distance. 

You crouched down to her level. “Hi, my name is y/n and this is Lotte.” You point to where Lotte was sitting on the couch. “I’ve known Michelle for a long time, did she tell you that?” The girl responded with a shake of her head. “When I was about your age, she was my caseworker too. She took really good care of me and helped me find a nice place to live.” The girl slowly stepped away from behind Michelle’s legs. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” You asked when she seemed to get more comfortable. “Lauren.” You smiled, “That’s a beautiful name. I have a bedroom for you and your brother, can I show you?” She nodded. “Alright, let me grab your bag, and then we can go upstairs to check it out.”

You take the bag that Michelle is holding out for you. “Thanks Michelle. Oh and this is my girlfriend.” Lotte reached out her hand, “I’m Lotte, nice to meet you.” Michelle shakes it and sets the baby carrier down on the table. “I’m gonna show Lauren her room, but please make yourselves at home.”

After showing Lauren where everything is and placing her things to the side, so she can decide what she wants to do with it, you ask if she wanted to come back downstairs or if she would like to stay in her room. She picks the latter, which was of course fine by you. “Alright, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything, okay?” Lauren nodded, and you took that as your sign to give the girl some space. 

When you came back downstairs, Lotte was gently rocking the baby, and Michelle was sitting on the couch sipping on a cup of coffee. 

As you walked back into the living room, you found Lotte gently rocking the baby. The sight warmed your heart. A calm moment in the not so calm hour or so you’ve had. Lotte looked up and smiled, her soft expression confirming that she was on board with you being a foster parent.

“His name is Levi,” Michelle said, setting her coffee down on the table to grab the kids their file. “Their mom was admitted to the hospital yesterday after an overdose. She’s had a hard time since Lauren’s dad passed a few years ago. Levi’s dad isn’t in the picture, no one on file either. Luckily the kids weren’t home when it happened, but we did tell Lauren that her mom wasn’t doing well.”

You nodded along, it was alway tough to hear what kids had been through, but knowing their background was necessary to take care of them well. “Do you know much about Lauren? What she likes or what might help her feel comfortable?”

“She didn’t speak much on the way over, but I did notice her face light up when we drove past the football stadium.” Michelle answers. “Emirates Stadium?” Lotte questioned. “Yeah, that’s the one!”

You and Lotte share a look. “She’s a football fan,” you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I think we can work with that.”

Content with that knowledge, Michelle stands. “I should get going. I’ll check in tomorrow to see how everything’s going.” She looks at you with a grateful smile. “Thank you again for doing this. And Lotte, it was nice to meet you.” 

You get up and walk her to the door. After discussing a couple more small details, you wave her off and close the door behind her. Just as you were about to turn back into the living room, you heard Lauren creep down the stairs. 

“Hi sweetheart, do you want to come join us?” The girl timidly nods her head. “Awesome, come on. Levi is right in there with Lotte. I will be right there.” You head into the kitchen to grab something to drink for her and yourself before you join them.

You walk back into the living room, drinks in hand, and find Lauren sitting next to Lotte, who is still gently rocking Levi. The sight makes you smile.

“I heard from Michelle that you got excited when you passed Emirates Stadium,” you say, handing Lauren her drink. Her eyes light up slightly, though she remains quiet. “Do you like football?” She nods her head.

“Do you like Arsenal?” She starts smiling wide. Seemingly happy that someone knew about the team. “Yeah.” You smile back at her, glad that you found something that might help her feel more comfortable. “Did you know that Lotte plays for Arsenal?”

The girl's mouth falls open and she moves her eyes towards Lotte. “Really?” Lotte nods, “Yeah, I’m a defender. You recognized the stadium, does that mean you’ve been there before?” 

Lauren nods again, “Yeah, with my daddy. He liked football too. Mommy doesn’t, but sometimes I can watch a game on the tv at my friends house.” It was the most she had spoken so far, but you didn’t want to linger on that too much, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Lotte has a game there tomorrow. Would you like to go and see it at the stadium?” The girl froze with widened eyes, as if she was not expecting to ever go back to the stadium. “Can I?” 

You nodded, “Yeah. We can do whatever you want to do while you’re here with me.” The girl started nodding slowly. “Can I see Arsenal then?” This time Lotte chimed in. “I’ll do you one better. We can head in early, you can meet the whole team.”

With that plan set, Lotte asked if Lauren wanted to kick the ball around in the backyard. Hoping that staying on the topic of football would keep her comfortable. Lauren said yes immediately. Playing with a player from your favourite club, who would say no to that?

Lotte handed Levi to you, and went to her car to grab a ball from the trunk. You had learned by now that Lotte didn’t go anywhere without a football, which you thought was really cute. When she returns and Lauren is excitedly waiting by the backdoor, you mouthed a thank you her way.

While they were out in the backyard, you started making a simple meal in the kitchen. According to Michelle, there weren’t any allergies that they were aware of, so you went with an easy pasta recipe, that most kids you’d had so far, had enjoyed.

After dinner, you brought Levi to bed. Lauren didn’t want to leave him alone in the room, so she asked if she could stay there and continue reading the book she had been reading earlier. One of the books you had laid down on her bedside table earlier. 

Levi was already nodding off, so you said that she could. With her teeth brushed and pajamas on, she laid down into bed, ready for when she was tired. You clicked on the nightlight. “If you need anything, I am going to be right downstairs, okay?” She nodded. “And if I’m asleep, you can also come knocking on my bedroom door. Second door on the left.” When she nodded again, you smiled. “Alright, goodnight sweetheart.” She smiled back, “Goodnight.”

When you get back downstairs, you plop down on the couch next to Lotte. “I am so sorry about the change of plans today. Please let me make it up to you with a redo-date?” Lotte takes your hand in hers. “We can have a redo-date, but only because I want to go on more dates with you, not because we did something different today. While it wasn’t at all what I was expecting when I rang your doorbell, I had a great time.”

“That means a lot honestly. Also, thank you for sticking around. Not just for me, but I think it did Lauren really good. Plus you were so good with Levi, I can’t believe you got him to stop crying instantly.” 

Lotte smiles, “Being a footballer and auntie has its perks. Speaking of Lauren, I texted the girls, some of them are able to come in early and meet with her before the game. I also wanted to ask if it would be okay if I got her a jersey to wear to the match?” 

“Yeah, I think she would love that. Just tell me how much it is, and I’ll pay you back for it.” She quickly shook her head, “No need, I want to get it for her.” It took some convincing, but eventually she got you on the same boat.

Then Lotte got a serious look on her face. “I know we haven’t been together for long, so if you don’t want to talk about this, please let me know. But, you told Lauren that Michelle was your caseworker as well, is that the reason you became a foster parent?”

You sat up straighter before you answered. “Yeah, as a kid I was moved around quite a bit. I had a different caseworker before, but after a couple bad houses, they put Michelle on my case. I know what a bad house is like, and I wanted to do my part in bettering the homes available. Got my license as soon as I was allowed and have been fostering kids ever since.”

Back then you hated talking about foster care. There were homes that ruined your childhood, but eventually Michelle had found you a great home, the home that became your forever home. Now the topic came easier for you, and you didn’t mind talking about it. Not even with Lotte, although you had been nervous about when you were going to have to tell her you were a foster parent, but after how today went, you realised that those nerves weren’t necessary. 

The two of you continued talking until Lotte had to head home. With her match tomorrow, it meant an early night. So, you said your goodbye’s, and would see each other the following day at the Emirates.

The next day when you’re driving up to the Emirates, you see the exact look on Lauren’s face that Michelle had mentioned. You smiled at the moment too, happy to see that despite going through a hard time, she was happy being here.

When you got inside, Lotte greeted you with a gift bag in hand. “I’ve got something for you.” She said to Lauren once she had walked the three of you inside. Lauren looked into the bag and her face lit up again. An Arsenal jersey and a jacket. She asked if she could wear it right away, and Lotte showed her to the bathroom where she could change, while you laid out a blanket for Levi to lay on in the room. 

When Lotte came back with a beaming Lauren, you knew that her day had been made before the match had even begun.

“I was gonna do some doodling before the girls got here, want to join me?” She said, holding out a big piece of paper and some markers. Lauren hesitated at first, but when Lotte sat down on the floor and laid the paper out, she gave in and sat down with her. 

Lauren’s shyness faded away, the more that they were chatting and colouring together. Such a simple activity, yet what it did for the girl was major. 

You watched as one by one the Arsenal players began arriving. Greeting Lotte and then crouching down to meet Lauren. They all gave her a moment of time before they headed to the locker room. Asking her about her favourite players, and telling her where they played on the field. You could see Lauren’s confidence grow with every interaction, her eyes sparkling as she was talking to them.

When it was time for the match, you sat down in the front row seats that Lotte had gotten you. The excitement that Lauren had while watching the game was contagious and soon you found yourself cheering and yelling along.

After the match, Lauren got to take pictures with all of the players, including Lotte, who had promised her a picture. Before you headed home, Lotte said she had one more surprise. 

When she came back from the locker room, she was holding the jersey she was wearing before. It was filled with signatures and messages from the girls on the team. Lauren couldn’t believe her eyes. “Thank you so much.” She said while hugging your girlfriend tight. 

That evening, Lauren wouldn’t stop talking about the match, and you knew you had done something right. Well, Lotte had. When you were putting Lauren to bed, she gave you a hug. “Today was the best day ever.” Your heart melted. “I’m glad you had fun.” You said hugging her back.

Back downstairs you wanted to message Lotte about what Lauren had just said, but she had texted you first.

Lotte: Thank you for letting me be a part of today. You’re amazing. Not just for opening your home and your heart for these kids, but for the way you care for those around you. Goodnight ❤️

You: You’re too kind. Thank you for making today so special for Lauren. She just told me that today was the best day ever. You’ve given her an experience she will never forget. And I won’t either, thank you. Goodnight ❤️

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[dxrlingluv]

Player || Lee Myung-gi

Series : Chapter 1, Chapter 2 : Be Mine, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Description :

A throw back to when you and Myung-gi met up until you got together.

Lee Myung-gi x Fem!Reader

Your life wasnt always easy, or great, or perfect. It never have been like that.

Until you met him.

Lee Myung-gi.

The love of your life.

You were born and raised in Seoul, Korea. Your parents took care of you and did their best to provide for you until you reach college.

Meeting Myung-gi was an accident. You didn't mean to fall in love with him at first sight. He was handsome from the start. His eyes were so dark you would probably say they were blackholes if you're not careful when looking into them, and he was tall. And kind too. He would listen when you needed it most.

He was a youtuber, a successful one at that, although you've never heard of him until you two became friends. He had told you that he decided to earn money first before continuing into college, and you support that.

You support everything he does, because everything he does is for the betterment of his future, and you admire that. That's why you fell in love with him.

When he first asked you out on a date, you almost choked. You don't remember the exact moment but you know that you were in a panic mode at first.

But then he smiled at you, softly, and it took you a second to recover enough to speak up. "Uh... I'm not sure about this," you said.

"It's okay," he replied. "I know a place that you will surely like, what do you say?"

And you did agree. And that's how you came to be here, waiting outside of the food shop where he had planned to meet you at.

His eyes lit up when he saw you, and you felt yourself blush. A smile graced his face as he approached, and you smiled back.

He opened the door for you and walked inside, motioning you to follow him.

The store seemed quiet, with only a couple of people inside. When he closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but stare at him.

He wore a plain white turtleneck and jeans. It suited him well, you thought. His hair looked soft, fluffy even. You could imagine him brushing through it with gentle fingers, massaging it, caressing it, loving it. The image made you shiver slightly, and a small smile appeared on your face.

"Are you alright?" Myung-gi asked, and you snapped out of your trance.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry." You cleared your throat.

He chuckled softly, holding out a chair for you to sit on. with a quick thank you, you sat down and he followed suit by sitting in front of you.

"You look beautiful by the way," he mumbled. His cheeks were tinted pink, you noticed, and a thankful smile played on your lips.

The two of you ordered the food of your choice and ate together in comfortable silence after that, occasionally asking each other questions and laughing lightly. You learned many things about him along the way.

One of which you liked, though, is that he was good with kids.

After a while, you finished eating. He paid the bill without hesitation, and you felt yourself flush slightly again.

He took your hand in his and led the both of you to the exit of the restaurant, your hands clasped tight.

"Let's go to the park, what do you say?" he asked you with a small smile.

"Sounds like fun."

You went there often, as you often go there with your friends, or when Myung-gi invites you over.

He pulled you to a small pond near the playground. The constant laugh of kids playing and other people laughing together made you smile brightly. it was such a mood bringer.

Suddenly, Myung-gi spoke from beside you,  "Y/n... I have something important to tell you."

You turned towards him, worry written all over your face. "What is it, Myung-gi?" you asked. "Is anything wrong? Are you hurt? Or—"

He gently put a hand on your face,  making you stop talking immediately, and silenced you with a kiss on your mouth. The sudden action caught you off guard, and you stood there, stiff as a board as you let him do what he wanted. You've kissed before with others, but never like this. Never this intimate. Never this passionate.

When he broke the kiss, he spoke, "Y/n, ever since I met you I've fallen head over heels for you. Ever since we met, I realized that I love you. So, please, let me make my feelings clear. L/n Y/n, will you be mine?" he asked, eyes shining with hope and love, and it was obvious just how much he really cared for you.

You blinked a few times. "I—" you tried to find words to express how wonderful this was, how amazing it was for him to say these things, how much you loved him. But they weren't coming to mind at the moment. You could barely form words.

"Say yes," Myung-gi insisted. "We can move in together, get married, and have lots of children. We can buy a house and have our own garden and everything. I'll take any responsibility. Anything. Please. Say yes, y/n." He grabbed your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

It was warm. Hot. Soft.

You swallowed hard. "Yes," you blurted out. "Yes, of course I'll be yours, Myung-gi."

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. You swear he had the sweetest smile.  He leaned in and kissed you again.

When he pulled away, his face was flushed red, but his eyes gleamed.

But that was 4 years ago, you're now 23 and Myung-gi is now 25. Your relationship with him gas been nothing but perfect, and you want to keep it that way.

You are happy with your relationship, of course, but you know that it can be more. And you can't wait to see where that will take you.

You were disappointed when he promoted a new coin called "Dalmatian" and stated that everyone should give up every last penny that they have into it.

But the cryptocurrency turned out to be a scam, and when Dalmatian's creators pocketed the money and ran off, everyone who'd invested in the coin had lost billions of won.

You were quite thankful that he refrained you from putting in a single coin in his promotions, but you still felt bad for everyone who was victimized.

Even if Myung-gi "scammed" people, he was also a victim, but fate has its own way. So when he was to face an arrest for fraud and breaking multiple communication and investment laws, he shut down his YouTube channel and flee to the Philippines. He didnt even bother visiting you for 2 weeks before deciding to message you saying that he flew away. Although, He promised he'll come back to Korea once things slightly gets better, and he did.

A month ago, he came back, but as did everyone, he changed. He's still the sweet, kind, and caring Myung-gi you know. The moment he came back you wasted no time and went on in a motel with him.

That night, all your fears and worries vanquished. You woke up to him stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You loved it.

You can't believe that it's been so long since you twi have started dating. You haven't met someone like him before. Someone you feel like you belong with. Someone that makes you feel complete.

So you will do everything to win these stupid games. For him, always for him.

A/N 🩷

- I am aware that Myung-gi was said to be 30 years old in the series, but I decided to age him down together with everyone else. Although, age won't really matter once we move on to the games part so let's not think about that.

- Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated as they keep me motivated. Thank you, everyone.

[toovaeloe]

I can’t stop thinking about every image we get of baby gojo 😭 he looks like THE MOST silent kid ever. Like no talking just staring at you from across the way burning holes into your soul kind of kid

awww he’s sooo cute look how little he is aw

But do you think little Satoru who was separated from his parents early on was a loud crying baby for awhile??

Like so loud, ear bleeding belting and wailing tantrums if he didn’t have his favorite toy, if something didn’t go his way, if he scraped his knee, if he just wanted to be held.

That he cried so loud because he was waiting for some adult or caretaker in his clan to take notice and come coddle or soothe him— maybe even scold him. But they don’t; they just throw some new, shinier thing into his face, tend to a wound with doctor-like sterility, or just ignore him completely for however long it takes until he quiets.

So eventually he just stops. He doesn’t cry anymore and is sparsely expressive at all. He becomes a very, very quiet little kid. Everyone around him is grateful that their ears have been spared.

And it carries into adulthood

You’d think that someone as vivid and intense as him, as tactile and clingy and whiny as him would have obnoxiously explosive outbursts when he’s shoved so far over the edge to the point he feels his eyes burning and parts of his vision blurring in a way they so scarcely do.

But when he gets really upset like that he’ll deflect, deflect deflect. He seems so unbothered, might make a joke of it or jestingly gripe about it with a “what can ya do” shrug.

Once he can get away from other people he shuts down and goes nonverbal, isolates himself completely, and hardly ever will he allow himself to cry. If he does he’s all shaky shoulders, tense constricting throat, and soundless rolling tears.

He’s not loud when he cries anymore because from a very young age he learned that nobody’s coming, and subconsciously he’s never let go of that. Now he hardly makes noise. He’s a very quiet crier, and after his mute sulking he’s right back to it like nothing ever happened, as if nothing ever bothered him in the first place

He’s telling himself that this is self-sufficient, self reliant behavior that lets him remain invulnerable and independent

[loverboysturn]

✮⋆˙ newboy!matt has his after school daily debrief with his brothers at the dinner table

note: hehe i tried to add this into a blurb for newboy!matt but it just didn't work including it so i cut it but i thought it was kinda cute and still wanted to share this conversation between them so enjoy as a drabble / short blurb :)

find all writings for newboy!matt here and everything else for him here !

matt dropped his backpack by the door and slid into the usual seat at the dinner table, it was just the three of them tonight, their parents were working late again, but he was glad about that, he knew they were still angry with him for getting kicked out of his old school, and no matter how much he tried to brush it off, he could feel it whenever they looked at him, without them there, tonight he could breathe a little easier, not having to pretend like everything was fine.

"so, how was it today, new boy?" chris asks jokingly, leaning forward on his chair a little.

"same as every other day i've been there" matt mumbles back, pushing the pasta around on his plate.

nick glances up from opposite matt, looking up from his phone. "same as? come on, it's a new school, you have to be doing something different to the shit we're doing."

matt shrugs, trying to act uninterested. "nothing much to say, i'm just keeping my head down, trying to stay out of trouble this time."

chris raises an eyebrow at his brother. "out of trouble, huh? for someone who has just transferred, that's pretty fuckin’ boring kid. i spent years at our school keeping you out of trouble.”

matt sighs, wishing they’d drop it. “yeah and i spent years getting you into it, nothing exciting happens when you’re the new kid.”

he could feel his brothers still watching, waiting for them to say something else, anything else.

chris, sensing the silence as his que, his voice casual but matt knew from the tone that he had been dying to ask, “so, no girls at the new school, huh?”

matt’s fingers tightened around his fork, he didn’t feel like getting into it but he knew chris wouldn’t let this one go, he leaned in again, that annoying smirk plastered on his face. “you’re telling me in a whole school full of girls, there’s not one worth your time?”

matt’s eyes flicked up briefly, debating whether to shut it down now or not. “there’s one girl, she’s in my english class.”

the room went quiet for a second, chris raised an eyebrow, as if the mention of you was all the invitation he needed, but matt wasn’t going to feed into chris’s excitement over this, especially not tonight.

“she’s part of the popular crowd” matt adds, keeping his tone flat.

chris was looking at him now, that familiar grin smacked on his face. “oh, is she now? what’s the story?”

matt ignored him, he just shoved a mouthful of pasta in his mouth, keeping his eyes focused on his plate, because the truth was there was no story, there wasn’t supposed to be a story and there wasn’t going to be a story. matt didn’t want there to be a story.

nick chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. “is she pretty? have you got a thing for her?”

matt shot him a look, letting him know he was over this, “yes, she’s pretty, and no, i don’t have a thing for her.”

chris didn’t look convinced but matt didn’t care, whatever thoughts had crossed his mind, whatever little interactions with you had lingered in his thoughts, didn’t matter.

“look, i love you guys, but don’t get any ideas.” matt mutters, “there’s no romance with me and anyone at this new fuckin’ school, let’s drop it and move the conversation on now.”

with that, he shoved another bite of pasta in his mouth, shutting the conversation down for good.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get garp from one piece general hcs please?? UwU

This is mostly dedicated to my friend who enjoys him. I also made him general as I can't tell what intentions I see him in...?

Yandere! Monkey D. Garp Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Blood, Stalking, Mentioned murder, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Alright, well, I feel Garp is an intense yandere no matter the intentions.

Look, I know he isn't the best parent... he can be a rough mentor.

Yet he supposedly does it because he values the youth and wants them strong.

So if you were part of the Marines and he was a platonic yandere?

He's rough because he loves you... according to him.

I feel he's rough and protective when platonic, yet he isn't rough if he likes his obsession romantically.

Not unless he feels he has to be, at least.

Garp, as he is the paternal grandfather of Luffy, acts very similar to him.

Although, I imagine he has a better understanding of romance... since, y'know, he had a kid?

Since his personality is similar to Luffy, he may be a bit much for his obsession.

He's eccentric and loud, selfish and absent-minded...

But he does indeed care.

Garp values family and freedom, no matter the background of said family.

He's supportive and brutally honest.

I feel him being a platonic yandere makes more sense since I can see him being a mentor to his obsession one way or another.

However, he's certainly more capable than Luffy to understand romantic feelings.

His obsession is more than likely part of the Marines, regardless of how they view the World Government and Celestial Dragons.

It's probably possible for him to have a pirate! obsession, yet they'd have to be someone who looked out for Luffy and Ace or something.

After all, he cares about family.

If you were watching his grandsons then he'd have a positive view of you, even if you're a pirate.

Garp is more... brutally overprotective than possessive.

He isn't too jealous, he seems too laid-back to be overly jealous.

If he was, since he's so blunt, he'd be very honest towards those he didn't like.

Like, would wrap an arm around you... then threaten the other person with a huge grin.

That may actually make him terrifying.

Most yanderes try to be threatening and scary when jealous.

Garp? Oh, he does it with a smile.

He is fully capable of going through with such threats, too.

Ask Sengoku, Garp can literally punch through ships.

He's menacing and super strong.

Yet he never intends to harm his obsession with any malicious intent.

If he's your mentor, then he's a bit rough so you can be as strong as him.

After all, no other Marine could teach you better than him.

Plus, He's better than following some pirates like his grandsons, right?

He'd probably mentor you and put you through harsh training regimens if he's platonic.

However, if he's romantic, he knows how to take care of you.

He's had a wife in the past, sure he's a bit old now, but he's still capable of being good for his obsession.

As weird as it is to say, I can see him as a GILF yandere to his obsession.

He cares for them, even as a love.

He's always smiling too, always goofy with his obsession just to see them happy.

Definitely reminds me of a more mature Luffy.

He doesn't want to intentionally make you upset, platonic or romantic.

Yet, if he feels you're acting up, he will show you he isn't just goofy.

He loves you, definitely...

If you push things, like be bratty or try to escape, Garp will be sure to sit you down.

He can be pretty serious, while it's mostly in combat...

He doesn't tolerate his obsession disrespecting him or taking advantage of his care.

I imagine punishments with him are ruthless, like a military officer.

Although, if he's trying to keep you in one place under his care... He's probably limited to confinement

Or, prove to him you're sorry for neglecting him or acting out... then he can feed you something better than what's necessary.

Yes, he can be harsh...

Yet he still loves his obsession and would rather spoil them than anything.

Garp is a pretty tall and built character like most One Piece characters.

I imagine he probably would enjoy holding his obsession in his lap regardless of his intentions.

He may even rub your head playfully for affection or just hold you close.

Good luck if he mentors you though, since he's going to put you through it in the name of love.

He wants you to need him... but he also wants you capable of defending yourself.

In terms of romantic kisses... he probably likes to kiss your forehead... or if he does the lips, he goes all in.

Many know him for being harsh and ruthless.

However, he just looks so happy with you.

Even if you were a pirate, people like Sengoku may criticize him for liking you, yet know they can't change his mind.

They know he's loyal to family, he values them.

Which means, no matter your path, he always knows you'll be a good person.

He wants to help cultivate that.

Garp would also enjoy it if you looked after Ace and Luffy.

He'd dislike that you're a pirate, but is happy you're fond of his family.

I feel Garp can probably be forceful, yet his threats and commands are often playful or lighthearted.

Unless he's serious, then he's stone cold when giving commands and orders.

He's more overprotective than possessive.

He has a stronger urge to protect you and prepare you for danger than isolate you.

Even if he mentors you, he wants you to at least know the Marines you work with.

Garp, when he follows through with threats, can be terrifying.

I can see him grinning while he punches someone's lights out over you.

Knowing him, it's REAL easy to kill with those fists, too.

He doesn't mind if his hands are bloody as long as what he did was for the right reason.

Which can be rather subjective when it comes to you.

Garp, like Luffy, tends to follow his own desires.

He doesn't care if it's against the rules if he can get away with it.

Garp tends to follow his own freedom and rules... since he wants you so much...

He'll do anything to have you since he's also a selfish man.

[thatgirlsnotrightinthebrain]

What were some things you did or observed about yourself as a kid that should have been a hint that you had a feeding/ fat/tranformation fetish?

I’ll go first:

- My favorite book was a Golden book titled The Tawny, Scrawny Lion about a Lion who is very thin and a Rabbit who is nominated by the other animals in the community to invite the lion to dinner with his family to avoid being eaten. The Lion enjoys himself so much he gets fat, befriends the Rabbit, and stops hunting the other animals in the story.

- I liked stuffing pillows up my shirt too much.

- My favorite arcade game was that Big Bertha game where you would throw balls into Bertha’s mouth and she would inflate bigger before your eyes.

- Something about certain (not yet understood) feelings while watching certain episodes of certain cartoons (you know the feelings, the episodes, and the cartoons)

- I would wrap ribbons around my Barbie dolls’ waists until they were more a spherical shape than hourglass, have storylines about them eating themselves to that point, their clothes not fitting, Ken being enabling, supportive, pushy, embarrassed, degrading, but at the end of the day still absolutely loving Barbie and making it known… (She might lose the “weight”, but when she did, it would feel wrong and she would eventually “gain it back” [and then-some].)

(I genuinely feel like the last one was at least partially my overweight, fat kid brain trying to feel like she could be loved, since I was called fat since kindergarten, my overweight parents were always talking about their weights and eventually arguing over mine and what I ate, and literally none of my crushes liked me back until like 8 years ago. Someone needed to tell me I was worthy of love, so I guess that was my way of doing it for myself.)

What were some of the things about yourself as a kid that should have been a hint you were into this?

[neragufetta]

All that I learned from Yingdu episode 2

Episode 2 is out and, even though some people might complain that not much happened in this episode, I got thrilled by some of details that arose.

Among others:

Liu Xiao is a confirmed cold-blooded calculating bastard

Apparently, Liu Xiao and his father weren't close in the past, so much so that Liu Jing would introduce his son Min to others, but would not even mention Liu Xiao, even though now he seems to be so fond of his younger son. How bizarre.

Xiang invites Liu Xiao to a funny innocent little game. Are you not even the slightest concerned about possibly killing your wealthy millionaire acquaintance Liu Jing's son? Good for you.

AND the power to forsee the future has finally appeared!!!! Maybe. I'm just not sure which of them really has it. Because, yeah, I don't buy the "I can hear your heartbit" pretense.

Oh, yes, and they both know Cheng Wei Min.

Wait, Liu Xiao helped in apprehending an usurer? Is he one of the good guys now?

Ehi, look, a reaction on Lu Guang's face! Another reaction! Good for him! Oh, it's because the past changed and he's panicking...not too good.

QIAO LING, darling, if you know something about your closest friend's missing parents, you either tell the truth from the start or you feign ignorance and directly alert your father, to prevent Xiaoshi from leaving. Because your father is still around right? Why don't we know a single thing about him though?

AND THAT'S XIAOSHI'S REACTION??? Ok, kid, you're too good for your own safety.

We saw both Lu Guang's drowning and the gears and strings place. Are they both just a mental image of what is going on? Not sure.

So, Vein in red eyes, huh? Then why you didn't show your beautiful face in episode 1?

My bet is on Vein being possessed by Red Eyes, instead of being Red Eyes. Problem is, I also don't believe that Liu Xiao could be Red Eyes. I know he has used the word "game" twice this season, but the first one to use the word "game" was Cheng Xiaoshi, Red Eyes only repeated it.

[callmeizukunotdeku]

I love the idea of parentified Tim Drake.

Bruce loses Jason and isn't ready for another son. Tim sees this, he acknowledges this, and he's okay with it. He's never really been a son to his own parents so he wouldn't expect the neighbor to start taking care of him.

When Tim's parents come home, they're not mean or anything, they just don't baby him. They treat him as an equal--as someone who knows what he's doing--and that's fine, because he does.

He's been taking care of himself for as long as he could remember, so when people try to treat him like a child, it angers him more than anything. The way that they assume just because he's young he can't take care of himself.

Tim's been to galas before, though. He's talked with Bruce and the man never treated him like he was incompetent. Tim's parents would ask Tim questions about the company so that he could recite them to Bruce. It was a song and dance he was well versed in, but he didn't really mind, not when Bruce looked at him with such a fondness in his eyes, always saying, "That's really interesting. You know a lot about your parents' company. Did it take you a while to memorize it?"

And he'd shake his head and say, "No," because that was the correct response, even if it was wrong.

Even if he had flashcards about Drake industries and kept up to date with perception of the company and the stock value and who the shareholders were and what they wanted and what they were willing to do to get that.

It wasn't one bout of work. It wasn't a single night of studying to make sure he passed the test, but a lifetime memorizing information and then rememorizing it when it changed.

So when Jason died and Bruce started getting bad, Tim knew what to do.

He was used to long term projects where it would be years before he actually got to see any result. He was used to seeing adults as people who he was responsible for, though he had to admit that the responsibility had never been that big before.

When Tim showed up at Bruce's doorstep, he was young, just like both of Bruce's other sons, but his eyes lacked that sort of naïveté and childlike wonder that should have accompanied the baby fat which persisted on his cheeks.

That's what made Alfred pause at the door.

There was a kid. A black haired, blue eyed kid. He was young, like both of Bruce's sons. His lack of naïveté was something he shared with both children, only Dick's had been a fresh sort of loss, one he was still mourning, and Jason's naïveté was something long-forgotten and left to rot. It was a feeling you smelt when you left the windows closed for too long.

Still there, still somewhere, but not quite right and never able to be found, only stumbled upon in rare moments of something that could almost be called joy.

Tim's naïveté is something he left at home. He keeps it on a shelf in his bedroom, something to look at when the going gets rough, but something too fragile to be held.

Maybe that's why Alfred lets him in.

That day, Tim meets Bruce--not Brucie or Batman, just Bruce.

He meets a man who's hair's grown long, but not long enough for it to have been intentional. There's grease in his hair and bags under his eyes and you can tell that he's been biting his nails.

He's clean shaven, because that's what people can see when he wears the cowl.

Tim takes a deep breath before walking into the room.

Bruce doesn't move, but Tim doesn't doubt that the man notices him.

The room smells like alcohol--a smell he recognizes from when his own father is home, though he can't say he's ever remembered it smelling so concentrated.

"Hello," he says, when he's right in front of Bruce, "My name is Tim, and I'm here to help."

Bruce doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to.

Tim talks to him, slowly distracting the man as he brings him to the bathroom, first trying to put a toothbrush in his hand and then, when that doesn't work, brushing the man's teeth himself.

Tim draws a bath for him and grabs him a new pair of clothes, and tells him to take his bath, only leaving the room when Bruce finally stands up and starts undressing.

Tim takes care of the sheets, puts new ones on the bed, and goes to the kitchen, to find Alfred already making food.

The butler asks him if he's staying to eat but Tim just insists that he's not hungry and brings the food up to Bruce.

He knocks on the bathroom door, and when Bruce doesn't respond, he opens it.

Bruce is sitting in the bath, knees to his chest, crying, but not otherwise moving.

So Tim rolls up his sleeves and washes Bruce's hair, then keeps him company as Bruce washes himself.

Bruce finds it easier to get things done when there's someone else in the room--talking to him, giving him something else to think about.

Tim talks as he gets Bruce out of the bath and hand him a towel. He talks as Bruce dries himself off and gets dressed. He talks as Bruce eats the lunch that Alfred made him and he talks until he gets Bruce back to bed.

He leaves, voice hoarse from talking so much after living in an empty home.

He comes back the next day and does it all again.

Alfred doesn't know what he should do. He knows, of course, that Tim is young and shouldn't be taking care of someone at that age.

He also knows that Bruce is in no state to take care of himself and all of Alfred's attempts have been in vain.

Tim's talking was what got Bruce to eat his first actual meal in a week--not just popcorn and protein bars. Tim's presence is what got Bruce to bed.

Tim was what was making things better, so while Alfred knew he should put a stop to it, he couldn't quite make himself do so.

Instead, he started doing little things.

He invited Tim to stay for meals.

Invited Tim to stay the night.

It took a while, but eventually, Tim started living in the manor.

One month, there's only ghosts in the house, the next, three beating hearts.

One month, Bruce can only think of his son, the next, he's calling Tim his dad.

One day, Bruce crosses the line as Batman, and the next day, he has a Robin.

You know how things go from there, some things are lost, others are gained. Some things stay the same, others do nothing but change.

Bruce and Tim get better, but Bruce still thinks of Tim as his dad.

No one really pays it much heed, though. That's just how they are--nothing really to note.

It's Dick, though, who starts noticing something's off, because Tim never sleeps.

When Dick was first adopted, he had nightmares.

He'd remember what it was like to watch someone fall. He did not watch it from the ground, but from the balcony, holding onto a trapeze, moments away from completing his own jump.

It took him months to finally come to Bruce, tell him about his nightmares.

Though he was never told the details, he knew it was the same for Jason. He pushed Bruce away, insisted that he'd be fine on his own, but eventually started letting him in.

He never asked, but assumed it was the same for Tim. When Tim couldn't sleep, when he had nightmares, when he couldn't stand to sleep in an empty bed, he'd go to Bruce like the rest of them did.

It was a reasonable thing to assume, and it was a belief he only questioned when he got up in the middle of the night to get water.

That same night, Bruce had a nightmare. Bruce knocked on Tim's door. Bruce slept in Tim's bed.

Tim ran his hands through Bruce's hair, promising that everything would be okay until Bruce fell asleep.

Now that he knew to look for it, Dick started noticing even more. The way Tim knew Bruce's favorite food and the way Tim took care of the man's company so that Bruce had the freedom to do what he wanted. The way Bruce turned to Tim when he had a problem or wanted to be told he did something well.

It was wrong.

It was wrong and Dick was trapped because he hadn't noticed it earlier. Why didn't he notice it earlier?

Tim came to him first, asked him to become Robin again. Dick knew about Tim from the start. Dick was there for the entirety of his stay as Robin.

He was there.

So why didn't he noticed?

Jason sees him panicking on patrol and Dick just breaks.

He breaks down in his brother's arms--arms he can feel tightening around him as he tells him everything.

They talk about it a lot after that. Jason starts noticing things too.

They bring in Babs and start making a file--compiling evidence because there's always the urge to just ignore it. To acknowledge that Bruce is doing better than ever.

But that requires them to forget about Tim.

To let the boy take care of Bruce and not live his own life.

Because, now that they're looking, they can see how lonely it is.

How he doesn't have any school friends--he had to drop out to take over WE.

How he's grown apart from Young Justice--always leaving when Bruce is in trouble or needs someone to talk to, not able to bear the idea of what Bruce might do if left alone.

Because Tim knows he'll break.

Bruce needs someone to take care of him, and Tim exists to fulfill the needs of others, regardless of how much it takes from him.

So Tim goes and helps his son. He never talks about how tired he is. He has sleeping pills to fix that, and maybe he can't take them because what if Bruce has a nightmare and then he can't wake up Tim--it's unimaginable.

Dick and Jason notice, though, and they try to bring it up with him, but they're not sure how.

Not when Tim's gut reaction is just to start taking care of them, too. Easing their worries, telling them that everything's okay.

They want so bad to insist that it's not okay, that this is going to ruin Tim and he can't spend his whole life like this.

But they want even more to be held. To be granted that unconditional love and care that comes with being Tim's child.

So they try to say something--anything.

But then, Tim smiles. He opens his arms to them and asks about their days.

And they they try to tell him that not everything's okay, but Tim is smiling, and they try, but they can't say a thing.

[winniefrezcomics]

So i have 2 questions

Why do iris and perry have godparents?

Does Dale still suck as a father in your human au?

(Will get to second question in a separate post 🧡)

The short answer for the first one is that , despite being best friends in preschool, when Perry and Iris reconnected in elementary school, it literally went SO BAD that they made each OTHER mutually miserable enough that they both got assigned godparents 😬😬

Perry IMMEDIATELY recognizes his childhood friend, but B-lining to HUG the school bully on his first day went just about as well as you’d expect ☠️☠️

This hug actually freaked Iris out SO much that is took him DAYS to finally get a good look at Perry, and when he did, well…. 😬

As much as I hate to torment my bby boys, Its still Peri and Irep- The two of them having ZERO communication skills is intrinsic to my characterization of them tbfh snsndndndndjdj ☠️☠️

LONG ANSWER:

I actually wrote some drabbles about these events! (mostly so that I wouldn’t forget them if I get questions that allow me to illustrate parts of them for the blog)

I’ll put the link below! 🥰💜💙

As for why they STILL have fairy god parents even after clearing up their hurt feelings and becoming friends again-

💜Perrys mom is often out traveling for movie shoots, and Perry’s Dad is very busy with his accounting job, especially at the end of every month- tho they used to spend every waking moment with thier little man, Perrys terrible habit of people-pleasing has led to him majorly downplaying how lonely he feels, especially now that his big brother and best friend Timmy has left for college, and took thier dog Sparky with them (something that Perry INSISTED he was fine with, despite being very much not fine with it at all)

💙On Iris’ side, if you directly ASKED him why he was deemed miserable enough to get a godparent (despite coming from money and having attentive, adoring parents) I’m not sure he’d actually be able to tell you himself! Between mod and readers tho, the reason Iris is miserable is that deep, deep down, he secretly RESENTS the role of “the scary kid” that his natural fangs and unorthodox upbringing have forced upon him, but because he’s always been SO SMALL for his age (my poor evil son was a preme, and spent much of his first few months in the hospital) he committed to the bit so hard he doesn’t even know HOW to be nice anymore, instead pushing ALL his peers away so none of them ever get close enough to see his flaws and weaknesses, because being “the scary kid that no one would dare mess with” is the only thing that makes him feel safe- despite how desperately he wants to be loved and praised by his peers 🥺😭

Here’s the Doc detailing Perry and Iris’ first meeting, godparent assignments, AND eventual reconciliation! 🥺💕(Hoping to get questions that I can finagle into excuses to eventually draw the vast majority of these events tbh 😂)

(Cw for UNINTENTIONAL misgendering and mild- mostly just implied- child violence ☠️)

Aaas for your second question: he’s even WORSE! 😃

Just a second, I’ll answer that one in a reblog so I can tw for Dale Dinmadome lmao (Only Half joking. Fairy Dev’s backstory is NOT going to be a pleasant read 🙃 you have been warned dbdbdjdjdjddjej ☠️)

[sschizoid]

Tulpar crew babysitting…

ive got you pookie ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

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curly

is so honored that he was chosen to be entrusted with the care of something as delicate as a baby. always wanted to be a dad, but never quite found the right person to settle down with. but doing this is kind of reigniting that old baby fever he thought he'd forgotten about all those years ago. maybe someday

loves to play, especially with his hands. peek-a-boo, patty-cake, and finger puppets are his go-tos, as he thinks teaching creativity and engaging the imagination through just means of your person can make for a healthy mind

singing is also something he loves to utilize, but he doesn't go for the predictable options like your ABCs or wheels on the bus. no, right now, he's got himself an audience, one that can't tell him to keep it down or that his music taste sucks, and he's going to take advantage of that. he's singing the beach boys

jimmy

would ideally never be in this situation to begin with. cannot fathom why anyone would think to trust him of all people to care for a baby when he can hardly even care for himself

if he does somehow get swept into it, whether it be by the will of god or some other foreign wind of change, he will do the absolute bare minimum. throws the kid in a playpen with some toys and sits back while enjoying some television. probably puts on some trashy animated show that's definitely not made for infants, but all they care about is the moving pictures and fun colors, right? everything else is subjective

texts every 45 minutes asking for updates on when parent(s) will be home, because he kind of has somewhere he needs to be in an hour (lie). also he dug around in the fridge a bit and ate some leftovers but re-positioned the remaining amount in the tupperware in an attempt to make it look like he didn't. also, he's getting paid for this, right?

anya

she's never really interacted with kids before, let alone a baby. she's trying to find a polite way to decline, but takes too long in trying to come up with an excuse and eventually just agrees

read a whole bunch of parent blogs 20 minutes before coming over so she could know what to expect. the only information she retained was that babies like to be talked to. she's professional and talks to them like she would a coworker at the watercooler. baby seems into it, though?

feeling confident after making the baby laugh, but she doesn't want to risk losing the progress she's made by trying something wacky. baby likes talking— maybe likes books, too? she brought her homework just in case she wanted to do some studying, and decides to read the articles from her textbook aloud. it works like a charm, though the baby falls asleep soon after. maybe the subject matter was too boring?

swansea

hell. no. he spent over a decade of his life combined dealing with rugrats, what makes you think he'd want to go back to that? he did his time and then some, his sentence is served

the only circumstance where he'd agree to babysit is if it were to do his own kids a favor. they're around that age, getting their lives together and starting families, so he could swallow his pride every now and then and play the role of "grandpa," for a bit. even if the title seemed unearned

but being a grandfather kind of makes him reflect. makes him realize he probably wasn't there for his kids nearly as often as he should have been. he wasn't a good father to them, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he's thankful they made out alright in the end. he feels a pang in his heart when he looks into the face of the baby and realizes it has his nose

daisuke

OF COURSE he'll babysit, are you kidding? he's always wanted a little sibling to instill his personality and interests into, and this, while not the perfect opportunity, was probably the next best thing

brings over all of his favorite toys from when he was a kid. hot wheels, tech decks, legos, the works. tries to teach the baby how to do a kickflip with the tech deck, but they keep trying to eat it. that's cool too, he can maybe understand the appeal. it kind of looks like an eclair if you squint really, really hard and hold it really, really far away

babysitting is also the perfect excuse to watch cartoons without the fear of being judged by boring people, so he's got that shit running the whole time. nothing too babyish (he wants to enjoy himself too, after all), but still has loads of bright colors and the occasional catchy musical number that will most certainly follow him home that night

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hope these are sufficient ! if anyone else has any requests; my asks are open !! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊωˋ )ଓ⁾⁾

.......i'm admittedly a bit backed up at the moment but rest assured I'm POWERING THROUGH YEAAAHHHH 💪

[platinumink]

Headcanon Vol.2: Odysseus had unruly hair in his youth but grew out of it but Telemachus now has to deal with it and Ody helps his son and it all ends in a beautiful hurt/comfort moment

Not as good as my other headcanons for this fandom but I really do think about situations where Telemachus is just struggling to tidy his hair which is just going crazy all of the time and is about to give up when Odysseus strolls into the bathing area and notices his sons struggles.

Not wanting to embarrass him any further after the whole clothes stealing shenanigans, he simply nods in hello and does his thing with cleaning himself. When he's done, he notices that Telemachus is still not any closer to figuring out his hair so he comes over and mentions how he also had impossible-to-deal-with hair and age and growing it out (the added weight) helped with it's upkeep but he did have some tricks he learned to aid the issue.

So he tells his son about it who becomes completely enraptured in the story, not wanting to miss a single word his dad tells him. Telemachus asks for tips and Ody asks if it would be okay to show him and his son agrees.

Ody spends the next hour ir so explaining hair care for curly hair to his son, going over herb tinctures and oils he can use to make his hair submit to his will without damaging it as well as special brushes and movements that help with detangling and finally braids that help with the right curl forming overnight. It becomes a whole thing with them and even though Telemachus gets the hang of it very quickly, he keeps on asking his dad to do it for him and Ody is bever going to decline because quality time with his dearly missed son is everything to him.

So during their hair care moments, they talk about each others days, what they were going to do the day after and eventually, Ody feels confortable enough to confide in his son as well about his Odyssey (hehe) and they things he went through and had to do and Telemachus is then there for him, reassuring him and comforting him as well.

Eventually Telemachus does his dads hair as well so they can spend even more time together.

Penelope does know about this because of course Ody had to tell her all about how much he loves his son and how much he enjoys their new father son bonding moments, but one day, when she enters the bathing area earlier than usual, she sees the two of them and observes their little time together. She does not intervene because while she also loves her son deeply, she will allow her husband to have this time for himself to catch up on all of the lost time.

I also imagine their time together always ends with them touching foreheads (because I am a sucker for those between parents and their kids), hugging and Ody kissing his sons hair. They then always leave the baths together before Telemachus artives at his room first where they hug again and wish each other a restful night and then Ody leaves fir his own room and lies down beside his wife, talks with her just as long about their days and then they fall asleep in each others arms thoigh Odys head is 100% on Penelopes chest to hear her heartbeat because he has still trauma from Calypsos bullshit and needs it to convince himself that he is home.

He then sleeps, thinking about his family.

And now i've brough myself to tears yet again. 😭🩵

Also if anyone wants to write or draw something with this, you of course have my full permission. Just tag me please, I want to say thank you and admire your work 😭🙏🏻🩵

[theonlymanny]

Batfamily x batdad

Hey ya missed me

Warnings: mentions of human sexual interaction why did I typed it like that? I’m getting sleep deprived…

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Since kids you and Bruce became inseparable. Always by each other’s side. When Bruce’s parents died you helped him and Alfred, it was more than tough for them it was like that for a couple of years. It was before he left for his training that Bruce told you his feeling for you. You were so happy to hear Bruce saying he liked you. “Well… Bruce I also feel strong feelings for you and if training will help you and everyone else I’ll wait-”

“Wow, wow, wow Hold on!” Dick stopped talking after he heard Jason scream out “I refuse to believe there weren’t any problems while both dad and Bruce were together” Dick smiled “well you see Dad and Bruce’s relationship is-” “wait what about the time that Ra’s tried to weaken dad and Bruce’s relationship by telling them how they hide their problems and won’t let anyone help because they were “childish” ” “not really you see-” “Bullshit! What really happened was-

“I don’t give a damn Bruce you act all knowing and strong when you still act like a child! You left me and Alfred alone for 10 whole years! And you still think you can just go around and fight criminals like you are some kind of superhero!? Fuck you man! I thought after 4 years of being together married it meant something to you, I meant something to you.” “M/n you just don’t understand! You don’t understand how hard it is to keep up with this all of this. Taking down criminals, faking a whole other personality I don’t even know what I am now! And now I have to keep up with you?”

“You signed for this after you married me you can’t just take responsibility on everything Bruce.” “If I don’t then who will? I can’t just stand there and let-I don’t know!” “I just wanted to have a normal life you know! I can’t stand how you lied to my face for 4 years maybe if you told me everything would’ve been fixed!” “You don’t-”

“I don’t what Bruce!? For crying every night after you leave bed?, when you are not in the morning to just eat breakfast? Or always when we have date nights you leave for “work. All affection I get from my husband is a single kiss at least once a week… I just want you Bruce is that too much to ask for?”

Bruce looked at the floor knowing he couldn’t stop what he already begun, he really wanted to help you. Kiss you, spend every day with you no matter what happens. , but he couldn’t stop.

“In sorry M/n, You signed for this after you married me, you should’ve expected it.”

Your eyes went wide as you saw the friend and lover you trusted with your heart go away without even a thought.

“That’s how it happened.” Everyone eyes went wide except Damian. Steph started crying. “Wait so they-they don’t love each other?” “No-no-no! I’m sure they love each other right?” While Cass tried calming Dick and Steph down she saw Jason mischievous grin and instantly knew what was going to happen. She covered Damian’s ears with her hands. “Wait what’s going on?”

“Oh they do love each other! So much that last week I heard dad screaming out “give it to me, oh it feels so good!” Dick screamed in horror while Steph just had a disgusted expression on her face. “ and then Bruce said “get pregnant, I’m going to give you a kid. That’s what you get for talking with that Boy Scout in blue too much!” Hahahahaha it was so funny don’t you think but of course they love each other don’t they?” “I think I’m going to throw up-” Steph said as she ran to the trash can near the bat computer. “NO I CANT GET IT OUT OF MY MIND!” Dick said as he started crying

Cass left Damian’s ears “wait what happened? What did Todd said? Richard!?” The Batmobile landed slowly and softly on the ground which meant nothing big really happened just some criminals here and there. “Oh! Hey guys-….. Oh my god what happened?” “Why is it so messy here and why are you all not asleep!” Bruce said as he saw Steph throwing up on a trash can, Dick screaming and crying in the floor, a confused and worried Damian, and a laughing Jason who looked like he was about to pee his pants. “Your dad and Alfred leave for 1 week and it’s already a mess in here!” Bruce said as he shook his head.

“What happened here?” Tim and Duke said almost in chorus. Cass you gave them an expression that clearly said you don’t want to know.

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Im tired…….

it’s Been so long since I’ve posted. I’m a little bit rusty also it’s 1 am. I really need to stop doing story’s at night. Anyway hope you all enjoyed this. Merry late Christmas and new years tho that’s my bad for being dumb.

Bye bye