#yes hes wearing a dino onesie

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Little Dino [Sylus + Daughter ★ 2555 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sylus has a little dinosaur problem. A/N: OK another crow dad and his baby birdie ficlet because they bring me joy 🥹 istg I am working on those wips I promised on my tumblr. But…birb dad and birb baby… 🥺

“Mr. Sylus, we have new intel about that night on the 4th.”

“Mmhmm,” Sylus absently answered the person on speakerphone as he leaned back against the desk in his study. His eyes keenly followed the quick movements of the little green dinosaur who walked in uninvited to his study carrying an armful of plushies and setting them on his couch in a neat order: Smiley Dino and Sunny Dino. He watched as she scurried out the room for a few minutes, her long tail swaying back and forth.

He suppressed a chuckle. It seemed his daughter was really enjoying the dinosaur onesie her mother had gotten for her recently. She had insisted on wearing only this outfit for the last week. Sylus turned his attention back to his phone call.

“Now, you were saying there was a mole at the auction?”

“Yes, sir, we believe it to be…”

Sylus discreetly eyed his study door when he saw it pushed further open and his little dinosaur-daughter walked in with another armful of plushies. She scampered over to the couch and set them neatly next to the ones already sitting. The little girl then tried to climb up the couch before she paused half-way, seemingly remembering something. She slid back down to the floor with a soft “oof” and turned around, running pass Sylus.

Before she passed him completely, Sylus subtly stepped on her tail, making the toddler paused, confused. She turned around, her mouth opening wide in shock at the sight of her tail caught under her father’s foot. The little girl grabbed her tail and started tugging helplessly, but her efforts were in vain as it remained trapped under this sudden obstacle. She looked up at her father, and Sylus pretended he was looking elsewhere, appearing as if he was entirely preoccupied with his call.

“Yes, yes, we can do a meetup later this week,” Sylus answered as he kept an eye on his daughter from his peripheral vision. He casually crossed his arms over his chest and hummed softly. “Now there is this protocore incident I have been meaning to have you look into…”

The little girl pouted from the lack of attention and continued trying to tug her tail free. She looked up helplessly, shocked that her father still didn’t notice her. She gave another quick feeble tug.

Sylus remained feigning obliviousness. He almost lost his composure when he caught sight of his daughter’s angry pout and the little glare directed at him. She really did look like her mother in this moment, Sylus couldn’t help but thought with delight.

“Mr. Sylus, we can arrange a meeting on—”

“Daddy! My tail!”

There was an awkward pause in the room after the sudden outburst.

“Um…Mr. Sylus…”

“Oh, dear,” Sylus said with mock-worry, “I seem to have a little dinosaur problem in my study right now…”

“Uhhh…I’ll call you back later, sir.”

The line immediately went dead. Sylus chuckled and redirected his entire attention to the angry little girl at his feet. He tsked softly.

“Now what do we have here?”

“Tail! My tail, Daddy!” The little girl continued fruitlessly tugging her tail to emphasize her point, but Sylus seemed to press his foot down even harder.

“I see that,” he said, feigning astonishment, “That is quite a problem, isn’t it, baby?”

The little toddler continued to glare at her father.

“My, my, that is such a ferocious look,” Sylus teased, smirking. Just like her mother…

An idea seemed to pop into the little girl’s head. She mustered up her scariest voice and then with her little hands held up to claw, she let out a loud, “Rawr!”

“Oh, dear, I am very frightened,” Sylus said, barely able to hide his amusement, “Whatever will I do…if only I have Miss Hunter here to protect me…but alas, she is currently prioritizing Linkon City over her husband…”

The girl sulked when she realized her scare tactic didn’t work. She stepped closer and started to push her whole weight against Sylus’ leg, grunting and whining as she tried to free her captured tail. Sylus started laughing when his daughter began to beat his leg with her little fists.

“Alright, alright, enough of the love taps. I’ll move my foot, baby,” he said, lifting his leg, but before the little girl could run off, Sylus used his Evol to lift her into the air. He manipulated his Evol to carry her closer to him until the toddler was floating face-to-face with her father. He smiled at her adorable angry glare.

“Do I get a kiss before Miss Dino runs off?”

“No!” she crossed her arms stubbornly.

Sylus laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “Is this little birdie angry at me now?”

“Daddy, I’m not a birdie today!” she said defiantly, “I’m a dinosaur! Rawr!”

He laughed again. “Pardon me,” he said, “Then Miss Dino, may I request a kiss before you run off?”

She continued to pout. Sylus took this opportunity to suddenly take her into his arms, tickling her and kissing her cheek without mercy until she was laughing and gasping for breath.

“Daddy! Daddy! Not fair!”

“Mmhmm,” Sylus agreed, planting another long kiss on his daughter’s cheek, “Daddy never plays fair.”

He shifted her in his arms and motioned to his cheek with his finger. “Now kiss.”

He smiled as his daughter reluctantly kissed him.

“Try again, Little Miss,” he said, tickling her again and chuckling alongside her helpless giggles.

This time his daughter smiled and kissed his cheek more sincerely.

“Good girl,” he said, pecking her cheek again before setting her back down to the floor. He gave her bottom a quick playful swat, sighing in feigned exasperation. “Now, what is this little dino doing to my study?”

“We’re keeping Daddy company!”

“‘We’?”

“Uh huh.” His daughter smiled cheekily and pointed at the couch with the array of colorful plushies sitting on it. “Me, Smiley Dino, Sunny Dino, Azure Dino, and Grape Dino!”

“What happened to Grumpy Crow and his friends?”

“Time-out!”

Sylus pretended to look startled by the firm exclamation. “And what crime did they commit to warrant such punishment?”

The little girl huffed angrily. “They were mean to Smiley Dino!”

Without missing a beat, Sylus gasped. “And how were they mean?”

“They said Smiley Dino couldn’t join their group,” the girl answered her father.

“Well, that is truly awful,” Sylus said sincerely, kneeling down to his daughter’s height. He patted her head. “And you put them in time-out, baby?”

She nodded her head furiously. “Smiley Dino was very sad, Daddy…”

“I’m sure he was,” Sylus answered back solemnly, “But you know, baby, perhaps your plushies need to learn to play along together?”

The girl looked down, her hands clasped behind her back as she shuffled her feet reluctantly. “But they don’t want to be friends, Daddy…”

Sylus smiled and gave his daughter’s cheek a playful pinch. She giggled and swatted at his hand until he let go. “Come on, my little dino, let’s go and have a chat with your plushies.”

He picked her up and as he carried her out of his study, Sylus also used his Evol to pick up the dino plushies. Swirls of energy wrapped around each waiting plushie, lifting them into the air to follow after the father-daughter duo. Sylus smiled when he heard his daughter giggling delightfully, catching sight of her waving happily over his shoulder at the line of dino plushies floating behind them.

When they arrived at the little toddler’s bedroom, Sylus was unprepared for the sight of a jail made of pillows incarcerating four crow plushies in the middle of the large bedroom. As he walked closer, he huffed in amusement at seeing the four crow plushies tossed haphazardly inside the jail.

“Well, this jail looks comfier than the one I was in…”

“Huh?” The little girl turned to face her father with a look of utter bewilderment.

Sylus shook his head, chuckling more to himself. “Never mind, baby.”

“Daddy, down, down!” the little girl cried out, wriggling in his arms.

Sylus chuckled again and lowered her down to the floor. “Alright, alright. Impatient little dino today, aren’t you?”

Sylus also motioned with his finger to bring the dino plushies over and they surrounded the pillow jail. He smiled as his daughter looked up, her eyes wide with delight at seeing her plushies floating in the air before they gently descended. She immediately picked up Smiley Dino and hugged him tightly in her little arms.

“Now, is there a reason the crows and dinosaurs don’t get along?” Sylus asked as he knelt down to his daughter’s level. He watched as she furrowed her brows in contemplation.

“Because…because…they said Smiley Dino has a weird face…”

“Well, that is mean,” Sylus quipped. “Do you think he has a weird face?”

She shook her head furiously. “Smiley Dino is very cute!”

Sylus chuckled at her excited exclamation. “Very cute,” he agreed and gave his daughter’s cheek a gentle stroke, “But not as cute as my little dino right here.”

She puffed up her cheeks at him, seemingly annoyed. She hugged her plushie tighter. “Daddy, you’re making Smiley Dino sad, too!”

“I am just speaking the truth,” he answered affably, “Do you think I am like Grumpy Crow?”

Without a single of second of hesitation, she nodded her head.

“Well, maybe I am,” Sylus continued with a smile. He picked up the Grumpy Crow plushie, turning it around to scrutinize. “Perhaps Grumpy Crow and his friends didn’t mean to make Smiley Dino sad.”

The toddler looked at her father confused, and Sylus elaborated further: “Maybe the crows aren’t very good with their words…”

He held the crow plushie close to the dino plushie in his daughter’s arms. “Maybe he meant to say Smiley Dino has a very unique face. He’s special.”

“Daddy, is that…good?” the little girl asked tentatively.

Sylus nodded. “It can be good.” Sylus paused and raised the crow plushie close to his ear, appearing to be listening intently. His expression switched between different emotions, seemingly contemplative one second and then intrigued the next. “Ah, I see. Yes, yes, this is a big misunderstanding…”

“Daddy? What is it?” The girl walked over and tugged at her father’s sleeve. She pouted when he started laughing for seemingly no reason.

“Oh, Grumpy Crow was just telling me they didn’t mean to make Smiley Dino sad,” Sylus explained, continuing, “They also want to be friends with the dinos.”

“They do?” The girl’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“They do, baby,” he answered. He held the crow plushie out to his daughter. “Look, Grumpy Crow wants to apologize and be friends with Smiley Dino.”

The girl slowly smiled and held her dino plushie out. The two plushies ‘hugged’ before the little girl took them both into her arms to snuggle. She looked at her father with bright eyes and a toothy grin. “Daddy, they’re friends now!”

“Splendid,” he answered, “Now you have twice the number of friends to play with, right?”

She nodded happily, and gave each plushie a friendly kiss on the head.

Sylus suddenly noticed something peculiar. In the corner of his daughter’s room, there was a little canopy reading nook. Child-sized bookcases lined the wall filled with different children’s books and underneath the canopy was a soft white fur rug with different sized throw pillows surrounding the area. He noticed a few plushies were also strewn about on the rug.

“Wait, what’s this?” Sylus stood up and walked over to the reading area, picking up one of the peculiar plushies laying on the rug.

“Happy Snowman!” his daughter declared, dropping her two plushies and running over excitedly. “Mommy gave him to me.”

“Did…did she win it for you?”

“I dunno, Daddy,” his daughter answered him with a little innocent shrug. She then excitedly picked up two different plushies and held them up to her father proudly. “Look, Daddy, this is Artsy Birb and Bunbun!”

“They are…cute,” Sylus answered, tone stiff, though thankfully the little three-year-old didn’t seem to notice. Sylus knelt down to his daughter’s height again and smiled forcibly. In as even a tone as he could muster, he spoke, “Baby, why don’t you let Daddy hold onto these plushies for a while?”

His daughter tilted her head, confused, making the hood of her dinosaur onesie drooped to cover her face. Sylus fixed her hood and gave her a reassuring smile as he continued in the same tone as earlier, “Daddy is just borrowing them for a bit. I’ll give them back later…after I speak with Mommy…”

The little girl gave her father a toothy grin and nodded, not particularly caring either way. Sylus answered with another smile and with a wave of his hand, he made the three plushies disappear. He suddenly blinked in confusion when his daughter turned around and ran over to her bookshelf and picked up a seemingly random book, though it seemed to be quite a bit thicker than the other ones on the shelves.

“Daddy, story please!”

Sylus chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Miss Dino,” he answered courteously. He settled down in the reading nook, laying casually on his side with one elbow propped up and his head resting in his hand. Sylus smiled as his daughter scurried over and also settled down, handing him the book.

Sylus blinked in confusion before reading aloud the title of the book he was handed: “Analysis of Firearms Maintenance and Its Practical Applications…” He peered down at his daughter’s smiling face. He huffed in baffled amusement, asking, “Baby, did you take this from my bookshelf?”

She nodded her head eagerly and Sylus laughed. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Mischievous little dino, aren’t you?” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, causing her to giggle harder. “I didn’t realize I was raising a little klepto-dino.”

“Oh! Daddy, Daddy, my plushies…”

Sylus smiled. He motioned with his hand, and swirls of energy wrapped around the crow and dino plushies, lifting them into the air. The plushies all floated over, circling around the reading nook area briefly before one by one, they were gently lowered to surround both father and daughter. Sylus motioned for the Grumpy Crow and Smiley Dino plushies closer and his daughter happily grabbed both to snuggle.

“Happy now?”

The girl nodded, beaming brightly as her hood fell to cover her face again. She giggled and lifted the hood off before she cuddled closer to her father. She pointed excitedly at the book Sylus was holding. “Daddy, the book, the book!”

“Bossy little dino…” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Alright, page one…”

As he calmly read the book, his deep, soothing voice seemed to lull the little girl to sleep. After a few minutes, she turned away from the book, yawning, and clung to Sylus’ shirt, her small fingers absently rubbing the fabric for comfort. Sylus pulled her closer and he rested his head on a pillow as he continued to read aloud several more pages. Soon, though, the book was laid facedown, forgotten, as Sylus also found himself drifting off to sleep.

Soft, even breathing filled the room, and dreams of playful little dinosaurs and crows filled a little girl’s head as she slept peacefully, safe in her father’s protective embrace and surrounded by her cherished plushies.

[babydolls-writing-space]

Hello! I would like to request some CG!Husk and Baby!Reader. I was thinking maybe Husk helping reader to slip before bed time and just generally comforting and taking care of reader! /nf

Have a good day/night!

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You and husk have been in a relationship for a while now and honestly, it's been going good. Like really good. He listens to your problems and knows how to comfort you, he remembers the small little details about you such as things you like or why you love the smell of rain, and most important of all he is your caregiver. Not only is he your caregiver but he is also a good one at that. He is always supportive of your regression and tries to encourage you to regress more often. 

Lately, however, you two have been busy with the hotel. Husk has been behind the counter, and making sure that everything is in order, and you have been helping the guest and giving lessons on how to help get redeemed.  

This had taken a toll on your stress to where you were feeling so exhausted and just overwhelmed in general, and husk being the good boyfriend/caregiver that he was started to pick up on that and decided to help you out.  

Once the day had calmed down you and husk were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes. You were washing them, and he was drying them off and putting them away. Honestly, while doing this wasn't fun, it was nice to finally have a quiet moment with your partner.  

“Hey sweetheart” husk said in the same soft tone he always had this time of night. You looked over at him as you handed him the final glass “yea?”  

“Why don't we relax tonight, i know that you have been working hard and you deserve to have a break,” Husk said as he put the glass in a cabinet with the others. You gave him a soft smile as he looked at you “I believe having a little tiny time would be good, what do you think kiddo?”.  Once he said that a smile lit up on your face with a look of pure happiness in your eyes as you gave a small nod “yes please”  

Husk smiled as he walked over to you “ok baby lets go get you all tiny” he said as he gently picked you up as he walked and carried you to the bathroom. He started to draw you a bath after he had sat you down on the counter. He grabbed one of your favorite bubble soaps and started to put it in the bath as he also grabbed your little basket of bath toys and put it beside the tub.  

Husk smiled softly as you had a smile on your face and gently kicking your legs which was one of the signs that you were starting to regress. He walked over to you and helped you get your clothes off as he then carried you to the warm bath water and gently placed you in there “there you go sweetheart... Nice and warm” he said.  

He smiled softly as got the toys from the basket and gently put them in the tub for you, smiling softly as he saw you starting to play with them. As you played with the toys he grabbed the soaps and started to gently wash your hair, using his claws to gently massage your head in the process. 

Once he was done washing your hair he saw how relaxed you were and how your movements started to gently go slower. “Hey there little one... you doin alright?” he asked softly, but all he got in response was a soft babble. He realized you had slipped into your baby headspace and looked at you in awe “Well well well look at who we have here.. Is it.. Papas baby?” he cooed to you. You gave a soft laugh and babble in response as you nodded softly; Husk smiled as he finished giving you a bath and went and gently grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you as he then carried you to your room.  

Husk walked over to your closet and grabbed two outfits and walked over to you “Ok little one do you wanna wear your star onesie or your dino footie onesie” he said as he showed you the options. You thought about it for a minute as you pointed to the dino footie onesie, he smiled and nodded as he grabbed you a diaper and gently prepped it for you as he helped put it on as he also helped put you in the onesie.  

He smiled softly as he went and grabbed you paci and gently put it in your mouth. “There you go little one.. All ready for bed..do you want a bottle?” he asked softly as he gently held you in his arms. You cooed softly as he smiled and nodded “You got it sweetheart” he said as he went and started to make you a bottle; rocking you gently.  

Once the bottle was made he went and fed you the bottle as he gently rocked you while humming a soft song. When he saw your eyes close he put the bottle down and gently put your paci in your mouth as he put you in your crib. He turned the mobile on as he grabbed your blanky as he gently put it over you. “Good night little one.. Papa loves you..”

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[thelampisaflashlight]

Rain: "Swiss tried to make the new ghouls think Dew was really scary and intimidating for shits and giggles, but then Dew walked out wearing a dinosaur kigurumi and asked if anyone could help him turn back on Lego Batman because he forgot how the remote works.... Suffice to say they weren't very intimidated." Dew, shuffling by with Aeon and Aurora in tow, dressed in matching onesies: "Hi, Rain, wanna join our dino gang?" Rain: "...Yes."

[latibuleofwords]

"There's no way I'm wearing that", he mumbled eyeing the dinosaur onesie in her hand as she wore a matching one too. "Yes you are", she giggled evilly as she threw it to him, "It's the dress code for the sleepover so suck it up, buttercup." He gave her a side eye before going to change while she searched for movies they could watch together. A few minutes later, the door opened and he walked in slowly as she turned to look at him. She squealed and ran over to him before pinching his cheeks, "You're so adorable. Such a cute little dino." He huffed out as he wrapped his arms around her waist, "Don't call me cute." She squished his cheeks together until his lips formed a pout before kissing him, "You're my cutie."

[harrywavycurly]

For the pregnant reader and Eddie think maybe the moment Eddie calls the baby his would be super cute? Just an idea! ❤️

Hiii babes!! So this moment is so damn cute and I think this is kinda how it would happen like randomly in the middle of the store. So I hope you enjoy!!💖

-This one I made the baby a boy because every other time I make Eddie a girl dad 😂🙈

*Clothes say a lot about you and Eddie can’t have his son looking like a dweeb*

“This is cute.” You hold up a little blue and white striped onesie, you smile at how small it is as Eddie looks it over and shakes his head as he turns and looks through the rack of infant clothes in front of him. “What’s with that face? It’s cute and simple.” You put the onesie back as you place a hand on your growing bump.

“It’s his coming home outfit babe it has to be more than just cute and simple.” Eddie explains as he pulls out a hanger that has a black onesie with skulls all over it. “This is cool.” You just laugh as you shake your head making Eddie let out a huff as he puts it back. The two of you had found out you were having a little boy a few weeks ago and since then the hunt for the perfect hospital outfit had begun. Eddie wanting him to look cool and metal while you just wanted something cute and comfortable.

You walk towards the end of the aisle and you bite back a smile as you pick up a little sailor outfit knowing Eddie is going to hate it the moment he sees it. You feel Eddie come up behind you and rest his hands on your hips as he places a kiss to the side of your neck. You hold up the little outfit and giggle when you hear Eddie let out a loud sigh as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“You’re really trying to make our son look like a dweeb aren’t you baby?” You feel your heart beat faster as Eddie speaks, you nearly drop the hanger as you turn around so you can look him in the eyes. “What’s wrong?” His voice is full of concern as his eyes search your face for any signs of discomfort or stress as he sees your eyes begin to water. He quickly reaches out and cups your face in his hands so he can wipe away the tears that slide down your cheeks.

“Our son?” Eddie pauses his movements as you reach up and place a hand over his that’s still holding your face. “You said our son.” You explain as you lean into his touch a little more.

“Is that okay?” His voice is unsure, he doesn’t want to cross a line or make you upset because even though to anyone looking it would seem the two of you had been together forever but in reality it’s only been a little over five months.

“Yes.” You watch a smile form on Eddie’s face as he visibly relaxes. You smile as he leans down and places a kiss to your lips making you pout slightly when he pulls away.

“I’m not letting him wear that.” Eddie states as he looks down at the sailor outfit still in your hand. “He’ll look like he’s about to go work a shift with Harrington at Scoops Ahoy.” You laugh and just roll your eyes making Eddie smile, he’s quickly fallen in love with the sound of your laugh. He lets go of your face so he can grab the hanger and put the outfit back for you.

“The search continues.” You tease as Eddie grabs your hand and leads you down the aisle, stopping when you see something cute but instantly putting it back when Eddie just shakes his head no at it. “If you don’t stop telling me no I’m gonna tell Wayne you were mean to me today.” You threaten as you hold up a solid red onesie with a green dinosaur on the front of it, Eddie playfully glares at you as you put a hand on your hip.

“You wouldn’t.” Eddie’s eyes go wide as you just give him a look that says you totally would. “Fine fine this one is cute. I like the little Dino thing on it.” You smile as you hold the onesie in one hand as the two of you continue down the aisle of baby clothes.

“I hope you’re paying attention little one.” You mumble as you place a hand on your belly. “Mention grandpa and your dad will fold instantly.” Eddie can’t help but grin at the mention of Wayne being called a grandpa and him a dad in the same sentence.

“Don’t listen to your mom.” You laugh as Eddie places his hand over yours that’s on your belly. “She doesn’t fight fare.” He teases making you roll your eyes as he leans over and places a kiss to your cheek. “But we love her don’t we little guy?” You smile as he looks from your belly to your eyes.

“I love you too Eddie.”💖

[beauleifu]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

This might not grace the date, but I'm writing this half an hour before midnight but to celebrate I got a little treat for you guys, hope you enjoy!

edit: aight i missed the deadline but HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN

Consider this a make-up for not being able to update Heartstrings, I promise the next chapter will be worth it, but I'm just a tad busy at the moment to properly render it public <3

(we putting those onesies to good use here lmao)

EDIT2: this may have been a future scene in Heartstrings however this was mainly just for halloween, its just a side story but can be taken as whatevr you like

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: It's Halloween baby, and you're lucky Syntax decided to play nice and let you dress him up. You're probably the only person he'd ever allow to expose him in that way, so you'd better not fuck this up. Unfortunately, you decide to be a brat.

CW: Language, light suggestive themes

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It's getting late.

You wait by the car with bated breath, eyes scanning for your partner and wishing he'd just materialize there. Unfortunately, Syntax is taking his precious time with the costume you'd picked out.

He's doing this on purpose.

You saw his smug smile before he vanished into the bathroom, caught the way his eyes flicked shamelessly over your figure.

Yes, he doesn't approve of your costume choice, but he certainly sees no problem in having you wear it. The green triceratops onesie is large and baggy, hardly complimenting your body but proving itself worthy in other areas - such as with pockets and a large, cute hood.

Ah, there he is.

Your eyes snap up as the spider demon strides outside, having been staring at the ground, lost in your thoughts.

With a careless eye roll, you wave him over. "Took you long enough."

"Apologies, but I had a difficult time getting past the ridiculousness of your fashion choice, darling," Syntax hums, giving himself a cool once-over before looking up at you. "What is it?"

You cock a brow, all mirth and no pity. "No need to apologize, Dino Boy. It's cute that you feel the need to, though."

"Are we on a tight schedule?" He deadpans.

Well, yes and no.

You are free to trick-or-treat anytime, but people normally close shop after 10 p.m..

Your glare shifts sideways, a fateful indicator of the half-truth in Syntax's statement. His smile merely grows fondly as he watches you start the engine and kick the car into gear. He loves getting on your nerves and reminding you exactly how much he adores the way you try and fail to comeback him. However, there's that infuriating bratty side to you that, although is no match for his wit, never fails to irritate him. It renders his thoughts utterly hazy, and perhaps that's the beauty of it.

You don't need smart comebacks. Your attitude gets you anything you want, and he knows you know it.

"Won't you drive?" Syntax says, gesturing to the open road.

You're staring at him, making goosebumps rise on his arms. But you see no problem in admiring how he looks, smiling wryly. "Sure. No harm in etching you permanently in my memory, though."

He grits his teeth. "Darling, we'll be late."

"You think we have to be on time for Halloween? Ha, maybe the costume does suit you. Dinosaurs have pea-brains, too."

"(Y/N)-"

"Aaaand we're off!" You say, tapping tunelessly on the steering wheel as you edge the gas pedal so suddenly it urges Syntax to grip the arm rest tightly. He sucks in a heated breath, sharp eyes going to glare at the smug smile painting your pretty little face.

Oh, he'll get you for this.

For forcing him into a humiliating outfit for an equally pointless event. For being a brat and making him look like a fool.

However, he's content to bite his tongue and sit back. He'll watch you drive silently, not just to admire your figure or to keep from distracting you, but to allow a plan to evolve. Revenge tastes sweetest on unsuspecting victims, after all.

You, on the other hand, are blissfully unaware of your partner's conniving.

Honestly, you're happy Syntax is doing this with you.

The two of you are heading to the most festive neighborhood in the city. They tend to leave the streets decoration-free until a few days before Halloween, though, to get the biggest reaction out of onlookers and trick-or-treaters. And boy, do they play their cards right. You've seen old posts on social media regarding Halloweens of the past, and a large portion is centered around the neighborhood you're driving to.

Syntax has no clue.

He, assuming he hasn't spoiled it for himself by scouring the internet, will be utterly blown away by the sheer creativity and raw horror of every house's decorations. He doesn't know about the screaming ghouls, the dolls that jump out at you, and the fog that gives scarers the perfect weapon; surprise. Sure, there are a few houses that host little to no decorations, but the ones that do are a marvel.

You spare a glance at your partner. He notices instantly.

"Looking sharp, dino dude."

Green eyes slide down his frame, weeding out the parts he doesn't like. "I look hideous. Onlookers will wonder if I've gone crazy. Are we there yet?"

"Heh, you must be really stressed," you tease, wearing a shit-eating grin. "This is the only day of the year where wearing crazy outfits is normal. Don't you know that? No one will think you're crazy unless you act like . . ." You give him a once over, unimpressed; "yourself."

Oh, he does not like your tone of voice. Amusement, directed at him? You might as well be burning his pride at the stake.

"I'm not stressed, I-"

"Also, yes, it's just around the corner," you interrupt, eyes glittering.

Syntax's breath hitches. He rewards you with a filthy glare, tempted to advance his unspoken warning by bringing out the spider enhancements. Unfortunately, the costume prevents that course of action, curse you and your rotten intuition. He sighs darkly. "That's the second time you found it convenient to interrupt me."

"Oh, is it really?" You feign shock, eyes big and apologetic. It royally pisses him off. "I'm really sorry." Your smile returns, and you drop the act while murmuring; "Wasn't much to interrupt, anyways."

"Hm? Care to repeat that?" Syntax says, forcing calm. You will not best him, not tonight.

Not even in that adorable onesie. Green. His.

You simply shrug, voice calm and innocent. Brat. "Nothing."

He contents himself with the citizens beyond the tinted car window. Eyes half-lidded, he observes their outfits, the silly costumes they'd chosen for this useless holiday. He could be doing something much more productive right now, like being nestled in the comfort of his workspace back home. You'd make him a cup of tea of coffee, settle in the padded chair he'd permanently borrowed from the furniture store. You'd fall asleep to the mechanical sounds of him tinkering, and after the long hours are up, Syntax would wrap you in a blanket and carry you to bed.

You were always quiet, exhaustion rendering you obedient. Syntax smiles to himself, hand going to grip his chin to conceal his amusement. Yes, you behaved when you were tired.

Perhaps he'll get the same result by running you ragged on this little event.

Approaching the outer edge of the neighborhood, you park the car and shut it off. With one last outfit inspection, you and Syntax hop out and meet at the front of the car.

For once, Syntax isn't looking at you.

He's momentarily distracted with the sights before him. You find yourself entranced at his obvious wonder, admiring the way his eyebrows jump up, lips parting slightly. "So? Was it as dull as you expected, or . . ?"

"Not dull, no. I wasn't expecting this."

"And you said Halloween is a silly holiday for childish shenanigans."

He catches the mockery in your tone as you step in front of him, expression challenging as you rest your weight on the balls of your heels. A mere eyebrow lift is your only reward. "I rest my case."

Syntax doesn't mind your heated glance, returns it even as you both begin walking the sidewalk.

Your hands are stuffed into your pockets (you'd also stuck your tongue out at him). "Don't you worry. I'll have you writhing in the grip of regret by the end of this."

"No need to talk about yourself so highly, darling," he quips.

Ah. Syntax feels before he sees you move. On your tip toes, you urge him to halt with a simple prod of your pointer finger against his sternum, hidden under a low-hanging tree. Bringing your mouth to his ear, you allow your tone to drop. "I know you don't hate the costume, Syntax."

The spider demon stiffens before he can stop himself, and he wishes he'd pulled the hood up to spear (Y/N) from this opportunity. "My outfit is awful. Of course I'd hate it," he grits out, focusing on a certain crack in the ground.

You hum musingly. "Wasn't talking about your costume."

Syntax's eyes flick wide in realization, at how you've clearly one-upped him. Seamlessly.

Before he can reply, you kiss his ear and exit his personal space bubble, your presence a mere ghost against his body. Of course, Syntax flushes deeply, fighting to suppress his pride. You're getting to be quicker on your feet. Now, you're all bright eyes and grabbing his hang, pulling him closer to his fate.

It takes a great deal of effort for Syntax to unclench his jaw.

He takes a deep whiff of cool air, blows it out steadily, and tries not to think about how small your hand is, clasped in his own.

Your first stop is a lovely house swathed in spider webs and tombstones. Feet stick up from the lawn, webbed corpses hang like cold symbols of doom along the house walls. But at the end is a shiny orange bowl in the lap of a stuffed scarecrow.

You fight a mischievous smile, nudging Syntax forward.

"Go on. Grab some candy."

The spider demon spares a glance over his shoulder, eyeing the families wandering the sidewalk. "Shouldn't we leave the cavities for the little ones?"

Harsh much?

You give him a harder shove, and he stumbles towards the lonely scarecrow sitting in the chair. "Nah, you'd much rather satisfy your sweet tooth."

Syntax frowns deeply, glad his expression is concealed from you, as you are indeed correct.

Grudgingly, he selects two candies and retreats.

"Happy?"

The grin you've been fighting this whole time promptly emerges, setting your face and cheeks aglow. "Oh, totally. I never knew snickers were your thing. Maybe you should eat one before we continue; you're not you when you're hungry."

Your little jibe makes Syntax want to smart-mouth you to death, want to spring his spider limbs into action and suspend you over the town.

But that would only be another win for you.

Adorable little brat.

Nose upturned, Syntax walks straight past you - but not before grabbing the back of your hood and yanking it roughly over your head. It renders you helpless and blind, and your hands shoot up to fend him off as you yelp impudently. The spider demon chuckles in obvious amusement, his gait now a pleasant stroll now that he's had his fun.

"Come now, (Y/N), I thought you were excited for this," he hums, watching you struggle to lift the hood. "Or do you give up?"

Your bright eyes spear him indignantly. "Fuck you."

"I'll take that as a no."

The next house presents the both of you with a whole different theme, this one stuffy with fog. You both curiously eye the garage doors, painted red with bloody handprints. An equally crimson trail leads to the bowl of candy positioned by the front door, almost hidden from view. Ominous figures guard the treasure, identities concealed with dark rags and cloaks. You're unable to deter whether or not they're real people, or just figures bought from the store.

Nonetheless, you're eager to let Syntax go first again.

"There you go, dino dude. There might not be much left, and I can always get some at another station," you say, feigning politeness. Your warm smile seals the deal.

Oh, oblivious, pretty little Syntax, unaware that his next course of actions will set his pride aflame.

The spider demon flashes you a cocky look, eyebrows raised at your display of kindness. To allow him first dibs, to forfeit what precious few cards you hold in this game you two are playing? He'll never let you live this down.

"You're too kind," he purrs in wicked amusement, striding confidently forward. The hooded figures remain motionless. "Don't worry, you won't regret-"

A shrill scream fills the air.

Syntax jumps back, eyes wide and arms raising to block the attackers. "Ohfuck-"

In the process of doing so, he drops the pillowcase - practically empty, but for future candy storing. One of the figures is responsible for Syntax's sudden movements, having rushed him at the last second, at the precise moment he let down his guard to fish out his choice candies. They were the ones who shrieked, and it even sent chills down your spine.

But a laugh bubbles in your throat, then a cackle, then you snort with amusement. "HA! Nice one, guys!"

Syntax straightens, wide eyes darting from you to the three figures who are suddenly moving, high-fiving each other and laughing among themselves. Breath somewhat uneven, he collects your pillowcase and tries to regain his composure.

Fuck.

That scared him. Or, well, surprised him. Damnit, he should've sensed something was off the moment you'd dropped the sass to let him go first.

He glares when you rush past him to get a high-five for yourself (not before giving him a shit-eating grin). Then, you grab some candy and part those devious lips of yours. "That was fire, guys. He totally deserved that, been acting like an asshole this entire time. He didn't even want to go out! Just wanted to stay home and tinker away . . . so thank you."

One of them laughs. "Damn, you put up with that?"

"I have to. He'd die without me," you say, slowly peeking over your shoulder to give Syntax the haughtiest, most self-satisfied smirk you've ever pulled off. It's almost impressive how badly you want to get under his skin.

After a few short rounds of useless small talk, you finally wish the hooded figures good luck and proceed down the driveway, chuckling to yourself. The spider demon spares no effort to give the scarers the filthiest look he can muster, but he's not sure they even noticed. He's already been reduced to a helpless hobo due to your incorrect recount of events. So a swift turn of the heel and he's catching up to you, heart still off-beat.

You are so. Fucking. Irritating.

At the next house, he casually grabs your arm. "Why don't you go first this time."

You don't miss a beat. "What, you scared, dino baby?"

"No. But I think you deserve a little fright this time around, don't you?" He fires back, cocking a challenging brow.

An amused hum. "We'll see."

Syntax watches you approach the trick-or-treat stand; a quaint blow-up attraction with skeletons and pumpkins lining the walkway. Arms crossing over his chest, he drums his fingers impatiently, eyes spearing the back of your neck. God, he wants you close to minimize the risk of getting lost, but the way your acting has him wanting to be as far from you as possible.

But he's supposed to be investing all his efforts into exhausting you tonight. To render you helpless and kind once again. His sweet, little angel.

Eyes widening, he watches as you retrieve some sweets.

No jumpscare.

No loud, voracious noises.

You return to his side (right where you belong), clean and free from panic or fear. Syntax merely stares down at you in surprise.

His obvious frustration and indignation has you smirking devilishly. With a light snicker, you grab his collar and tug him down to eye level, winking. "Nice try, dino baby. But the universe loves me."

With that, you reach behind him, snatch his hood, and tug it up and over his face.

Payback is a bitch.

Syntax stiffens at your movements, but his face is hidden by the triceratops hood. His face is hot as you raise a hand to cup his cheek. Your smile softens fondly, as you trace his jawline and duck to peek under the edge of the hood. "You okay under there? Thinking about giving up? 'Cause if the universe is on my side tonight, you're totally screwed. In the ass. Royally."

The spider demon contemplates your words, eyes on the floor. He doesn't pull away from your touch. "Perhaps . . . you may be right."

"See? Wasn't that hard now, was it-"

He suddenly lifts his head, green eyes flashing under the hood.

You stay quite still as he straightens slightly - just to have a fair amount of height over you - and looms over your smaller, fluffier figure.

"That may be so," he says, pausing to let the shameless wrath of his words sink in. "But the universe won't be able to protect you from the consequences of your actions. Tonight, in your bedroom. Royally," he finishes darkly.

Swallowing air, you offer a cheeky smile.

God, it's so fucking hard to combat him when he's like this. It has you sheepishly rubbing your arm.

"Maybe that's not a bad thing," you try, wanting to kiss him to stop his heated taunts. That should shut him up, as it's worked before whenever Syntax has the high ground.

However, a kiss is not what saves you, it's the citizens.

Syntax seems to realize them approaching and finally tears his eyes from your face to look around. Tonight shall be your night. He will discard any notion to combat your behavior and instead indulge in your silly antics. To secretly coax you into feeling safe and secure (it's more fun to surprise you than have you suspiciously awaiting his actions). Funny, how fast his itinerary shifts focus. But his own words have lit a spark, put a spotlight on an idea that will certainly have you back to your kind, caring self by the end of tonight.

So with a new plan etched in his mind, he bears down on you a warm smile that fills you with confusion.

"I believe we have houses to visit, my love."

You stare. "Huh? But what-"

All right, he'll bite. He's not even trying and you've suddenly lost the sass he's been brooding about all evening. "Worry not. You look darling in that costume and I would like for everyone to see that."

Syntax doesn't finish that sentence. He doesn't need to. You're his.

Perhaps having twin costumes shall reaffirm that. Curse you and your unintentionally brilliant ideas.

You offer a small smile. "Well, I'm glad you've come to your senses, spider dude."

He's the one to take your hand. "As am I."

[multiruner-boyo]

some ✨ɳσ૨ɱαℓ σαҡ✨ headcannons I’ve had stashed for a rainy day

it’d be neat if he had a VAST collection of onesies ‘cause he’d totally wear those to mimic wearing the mascot (..and it was the only way Sparrow could get him outta the godforsaken thing -aN D it was 100% his wife’s idea so then everyone’s happy (U vU)

- bonus: he wears the ones w/out the feetsie things ‘cause I say so /lh

- bonus bonus: there’s a colorful dino and batman (spoilers: there’s a reason for this.. maybe i’ll confess /lh) one somewhere in there ‘cause I also say so-

is pretty good at pencil tapping (maybe finger tutting? meh, it’s something he tried doing but ended up straining his fingers and never did it again lol) and mindlessly does it to marching band themes

- has INDEED been challenged to many-ah pencil tapping competition.. there’s a reason no other kid pencil taps in school-

- and ‘cause of it he can kinda play the drums, nothing too complex tho

was that child that would bring the most whackiest shit home and go “can we keep him!! please dad PLEAASEE!! 🥺

and I already named him and formed a deep, emotional bond with him. just something you should maybe take into consideration for whatever you’re gonna say next 😊“

- if he asked lark, it’d most ALWAYS be a yes w/ a “don’t tell your pops, ‘kay?” or “..let’s see how quickly we can domesticate this thing.”

- if he asked sparrow? “hmm.. as long, as long as you keep him outside, alright kiddo? please? for popa?? [strained smile]”

had hellish long hair as a kid but ended up having to get it snipped when he first got the mascot ‘cause he thought taping it to his head (no, he definitely DIDN’T use gorilla flex tape w/ an extra sprinkle of glue, what’re you talkin about??) would help keep the head piece in place better.. it did, unfortunately. /lh

[yoshkeii]

Tsukishima Kei soft n fluff~

࿐ character: Tsukishima Kei

࿐ genre: soft n fluff

A/N: this is generally self-indulgent bc i love tsukishima sm and honestly kin him (yes. yes i kin him.) also! you can still requests soft/fluff hcs for him since this one is yknow self- yeah...

❀ Tsukishima will rarely ever ask for cuddles, but when he does it's usually on days where he's exhausted from practice. Done with being dragged and tossed around for the day. Coming home to you is the only thing he looks forward to on days like these. His hair ruffled and messy, he'll come trudging toward you wherever you are and wrap his arms around you. Typically around your waist or stomach, as he rests his head on you or his head buried in your neck. He just stays there silently until you talk to him, "Tsuki- Wanna talk about your day?" you hummed lightly to him. But to only get a soft tired mumble, "Just stay still for a moment."

❀ He'd honestly love to have study dates with you. He'll help you with subjects you are struggling with and teaches you some helpful note-taking skills too! Sometimes he may lose some patience with you at some points because he notices you rarely ever paying attention. But you really are just admiring your boyfriend, softly smiling and spacing out about him. Till he snaps his fingers or calls out your name, making you snap out of it quickly. "Hey, pipsqueak! You listening or not?" He said softly hitting your forehead with the edge of his pencil. You nodded in reply, but Tsuki really knows you weren't.

❀ But on the other hand, he really does the same with you. Just staring at your face, finding every feature of you adorable as you focus on homework and notes. Sometimes he'll push some hair out of your face to see it more. But usually, when you catch him watching you he looks away and tries to play it off- The slight tint of blush gives it away, you can tease him all you want but he'll never admit it.

❀ Tsuki secretly loves your hands. Since it's not a big chance to have an s/o taller than him, the size difference between your guys' hands makes him get small butterflies in his stomach. Whenever you are asleep, cuddled aside from him, he'll slowly slide his fingers in between yours entwining them. Feeling your grip tightened lightly instinctively. Making him form a smile on his face. ALSO- PDA isn't his type of thing honestly, so handholding might be the only thing ya'll ever do. Maybe sometimes,, little kisses,, n stuff-

❀ You and Tsuki would definitely have matching dinosaur onesies no doubt- Or just matching onesies in general (but preferably dino ones to fulfill Tsuki's dream-) He would at first refuse to wear it but did it anyway for your sake. But we all know this man will wear it whenever like- dinosaurs guys.

❀ We all know that Tsukishima brings headphones anywhere he goes (whichifullyfuckingunderstand-), so he got his own playlists of course. He'll only let you and possibly, Yams, listen to them. But it's a rare chance. Sometimes he'll play his playlist in your home with the wireless speakers lingering in most of the rooms, so you know some songs that he listens to them and started to know the lyrics to some of them. If this man catches you singing one of them- Ohhh jesus- he'll swoon over you.

❀ On the musical note, he will make a playlist that reminds him of you. He wants to share it with you but is embarrassed about it since he's not known for affectionate, intimate romancy stuff. So it'll take some time for him to gain courage and man up (as Noya and Tanaka would say)

❀ Tsukishima is very observant of you and takes little notes too. He can identify if something is wrong or up with you easily.

❀ oh please kiss this man as a surprise it will make him flustered and a fucking tomato it's so cute and adorable- I-

❀ Most likely not the one to first initiate "I love you" but when he does, it's fucking special. Cherish those three words from him. P l e a s e .

❀ I'm definitely not gonna forget that this man will tease the hell out of you, still. He'll call you whiney and clingy when you yearn for cuddles. Teasing you about your height and size with jokes and comebacks. And so on- Tsuki will use anything to tease you. It's his way of showing emotion in.. his way.

❀ Tsuki isn't the one for any pet names or nicknames, I mean he'll enjoy some of them but that's very few. But he secretly yearns for one name to come out of your mouth, his first name. Kei. You used that name when you confessed to him. Hearing it softly in the end as he saw you in front of him. Your brown eyes staring away to avoid the eye contact, awkward tension building in the air. Ever since then, he rarely heard that name from you, except when you used his full ass name when he gets in trouble.

[wonnoy]

thank the beer

warnings: none?

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Tsukishima was not one foreign to the drink in the brown bottle but was foreign to you by his side whilst he drank.

Well, not exactly right next to him. You were across the table from him in his house, drinking across from him. You were wearing an ill-fitted sweatshirt and a baggy set of sweatpants, clearly someone who wasn't dressing to impressing.

You came over in a rush that night, under the agreement that you just hadn't seen him in ages and wanted to see him one more time before you left indefinitely for furthering your career. However, Tsukishima knew differently. He was smarter to know that you came here because you either needed an escape from your normal friends or a break from your house. He wondered what was up now, he wasn't really in the loop anymore.

Tsukishima would say it was his fault, but he's got too big of a pride to say anything other than that. You and him was just something that wouldn't come to be. At least that's what he thinks and he's normally correct.

You took another swig and hacked a bit which caught his attention. Under the yellow light on his ceiling, you were bathed golden and he could see your lips glisten because of the liquor on them. Even with you rushing here, in what seemed to be more than second hand clothing, you were just so pretty. You had no make-up on, face maybe a little flushed because of your hacking. Tsukishima could blame the liquor all he wants, but he knew you looked absolutely beautiful.

He snickered at your fit, "keep your germs over there," and he hid his smile behind his own bottle. You looked over at him with a small glare, but it melted away with a grin of your own. You then started to down your drink again and Tsukishima watched.

After suckling down the drink in your hands you blew out a loud breath, "that hits the spot, beautiful burn!" you cheered with a smile. Out of the corner of your eye, Tsukishima made eye contact with you and he blamed the burn in his stomach to be from the liquor.

"Amateur," he muttered into his bottle before trying to down it as quick as he possibly could. His eyes shut, trying to focus solely on the drinking at hand but he could hear you shuffling across from him. He peeked an eye open to see you shaking your fist at him, a smile stretching wide across your lips.

It started off quiet, your voice not carrying in his tiny living room until it started to ring in his ears as you chanted the word 'chug'.

He felt like he was back in college again, you doing the same thing with the both of you at a frat party. He's only known you from college, regrettably, because he believes he was at his peak in high school. Especially for when he was playing volleyball - how much he would've loved to see your short-ass (anyone 1 cm shorter than him) cheering for him in the stands. You would have been yelling for him the same way that you are yelling at him to chug this damned bottle.

Tsukishima's throat was a little sore when he finally took the bottle off of his lips to fully look at you. The buzz that was there in the beginning was more than just a little strong now.

You ended your chant with a big cheer and shot to your feet, empty bottle still in your hand. Tsukishima only saw you teleport from the floor to the air. Boy did it confuse his poor soul and he almost fell backwards out of drunken surprise.

You giggled a little at the sight because you definitely saw it, so he adjusted his glasses.

"I still did it better than you," he mumbled, putting his empty bottle down. He was done drinking for the night, he's not the best at suppressing his actions when he's drunk. His eyes flitted from between you and the various empty cans or bottles behind you, clearly you weren't thinking the same thing. Soon enough he was going to tell you that you need to stop drinking. If he didn't, he would be sucked in to drinking some more as well and again he doesn't trust his drunk self.

Now he knows he's had too much to drink, revisiting feelings he keeps convincing himself sober that he doesn't have.

"Wake-up you dino," you were lounging on the floor now, swinging a bottle between your fingers and looking up at the ceiling. Tsukishima's face twisted a bit when you called him a dino, you've been calling him that ever since you caught him in his dinosaur onesie cracking his back.

You both just stood in the hallway of his apartment in silence before you quietly turned away.

Tsukishima shifted where he sat to stretch out his knees, glancing down at you. You were no longer smiling but instead had your lips pressed together and eyes were instead glazed over.

He was silent moving next to you, he knew when he was needed and to not speak. To instead let you talk to him instead of him forcing you. You sniffled a little, not looking in his direction. Your hand was no longer swinging around a bottle and instead just resting next to your side.

"I have to let you know before I leave," you choked back a little on your words, it was hard enough for Tsukishima to understand you because of the apparent slurring of words. Tsukishima looked down from the ceiling and went to lay on his back, turning his head to look at you.

He knows your flushed cheeks weren't solely because of the liquor but because of how close you were to crying. He just didn't know what and he was confused on how to approach it, so he stayed silent listening.

"It hurts, I know, I know that I-I've tried to distract myself-" you had to stop yourself from speaking because of the sudden hiccup you had. Tsukishima was well aware of what you were talking about. You had a lot of boyfriends over the span of two years. You had a strict 'no boys or girls' rule ever since he knew you. It was partly why he was constantly denying himself of how he felt about you. But up until two years ago, you all of a sudden had a new one, one right after the other.

You never seemed bothered about the break-ups, thankfully, on your end at least.

"But I couldn't even bring myself to kiss them!" you exclaimed, your arms flailed out and nearly smacked him in the face. He narrowly dodged you and just kept staring at you incredulously. All those men, at least 14, he remembers them all. He's always had such a good memory too, so it wasn't hard.

You coughed a little, "every time I tried, all I would see is your face," you sobbed out. Tsukishima's eyes widened just a bit after hearing you admit that to him. You turned your head, eyes rimmed red now and very subtle traces of tears coming down your cheeks. Normally he would have 'tched' at you before showing you tough love. But, that's not what you needed right now. That much he could tell.

Tsukishima watched you sniffle aggressively, "I can't say, I can't say I don't like-like you Kei," the last part came out barely audible but Tsukishima heard it loud and clear.

He sat up slowly and you followed him with your eyes. What was he supposed to do about this? He shouldn't take advantage of it and make you suffer even more for when you have to leave. If he acted on it too much, you might just stay and he couldn't do that to you.

So he did what any other irrational, slightly drunk man would do.

He leaned down and gave you a light kiss on the lips, one both of you closed your eyes to. One that was gentle because you needed gentle right now. It didn't last more than a couple seconds before he pulled away and looked at you. His heart thumped at the sight of your eyes still closed, lips slightly puckered.

He's waited years to kiss you and now that he finally has - he can't just let go of it right?

"If it's that bad, I might just have to come with you then," he smirked down at you. At that comment, your eyes flew open at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Yes, it was probably irrational for him to say that out of the blue. But as he stared at your right now, his brain is muddled with the endless things he'd do with you guys together because he knew you liked him too.

It was okay to be irrational every once in a while for you.

-xx-

(extended ending)

the next few weeks were filled with him making phone calls every waking hour and you asking him (every waking hour) if he was sure that he wanted to come with you. tsukishima isn't a very patient man but he answered with no hesitation every time you asked.

every time he'd reassure you with a kiss on your forehead and a gentle hug. he'd feel you relax in his hold, molding slightly against him, before letting go and continuing to get his life straight enough for him to leave with you.

he had to get a new job, call up that annoying kuroo to help him secure things he wasn't sure how to do. he had to swallow his pride for that. he called family members, old friends, teammates, and just about everyone that was close to him to let him know he was leaving the country with you.

and the next few years after that, tsukishima can proudly say, with watching you waddle around the house pregnant, it was not something he regret or could ever regret.

even when you have him running to the convenience store in his footie-dino pj's to get you butter-pickle slices.

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aw

[deadontheinsidebut]

Can I pls request hcs for tsukki, kuroo and osamu in which s/o buys couple onesies and asks him to wear it with her? Dino onesie for tsukki while s/o has panda, black cat for kuroo + s/o has a white bunny and a fox onesie for osamu + s/o has a flying squirrel! Thank you so much 💕

-anon bb your brain is aligned with mine... oh how I’ve been WAITING for a request like this 😩✨ I hope you like it mwah tysm for requesting 💗💗✨ very messy hcs!!

—Matching onesies w/ your boyfriend

Tsukishima x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader, Osamu x fem!reader

Couples sleepover? Yes

Couples sleepover with the third gym squad? Double yes!

Tsukki was dreading this day but when the third gym squad agreed on bringing their dates to the monthly sleepover, how could he refuse?

It’s also because he secretly wants to show you off to his friends all the time

But after he told you the plan, you were quick to order a Dino onesie for your boyfriend and a panda one for you online

He felt his soul leave his body when they arrived

Your onesie had little ears on the top, but they were nothing compared to Tsukki’s which had a flapping tail that could be moved by pulling on the string

He was mortified

But how could he say no to your cute little face

And so, the both of you showed up in your onesies, much to Tsukki’s dismay

And it did not go unnoticed by the boys

Kuroo was bent over cackling with that hyena laugh of his and Bokuto was slapping Tsukki on the back for his “stylish outfit”

Akaashi patted him on the shoulder and nodded his head in respect for Tsukki’s outfit choices tonight

Tsukishima wanted nothing more than to rip off his onesie and go home but when he saw you beaming at him, bouncing up and down just because of how happy you were, he couldn’t help but indulge you

He seats you on his lap as the group settles down and even nuzzles you with the hood of his onesie

The girls were going “aww” and begging their boyfriends to get matching onesies as well

Tsukki smirked at this, knowing full well that he’d get to make fun of them next

Friday nights with Kuroo Tetsurou x y/n was a kind of ritual for the both of you

If an event were to ever come up during nights, you’d cancel the other plans no problem

“Babe, where’s my cat onesie?” Kuroo shouts from down the hall

“It just finished drying! Could you get mine too?”

After changing into yours, you enter the living room to find your boyfriend strutting his stuff in that adorable onesie of his

“Damn baby I didn’t know you could look so hot in something so... innocent?” He teases and pulls on your bunny ears

You roll your eyes playfully, “what do you want to do tonight?”

The two of you agreed on a McDonald’s run 

“Maybe I should start calling you kitten instead of the other way around,” you suggest

He chuckles and starts up the car

You felt the wind make your bunny ears flap and Kuroo’s usual bed head looks even wilder in his sleek cat onesie that you couldn’t help but snap a picture 

The drive-through was quiet aside from a couple cars full of drunk college students getting their nightly burgers

“Yo, nice onesies bros!” one hoots from his car and the other two are cheering and laughing along, giving you genuine thumbs up but they were just out of it

Kuroo gives them a silent wave but you could beaming from his seat at the compliment 

The two of you shared fries and nuggets and you were extremely grateful that your boyfriend was willing to just be geeky with you and wear the dorkiest things 

A cheeky kiss turned into a whole makeout in your damn car but no one’s complaining

It wouldn’t be wrong of you to say that your boyfriend gets 100x more romantic during onesie hours

You and Atsumu thought it would be soooo funny to buy you and Osamu matching animal onesies as a joke... but was annoyingly surprised when he thanked you for the gift and stuck a tongue out at his brother

Osamu would rather give up onigiri than let Atsumu have the last word, and could he really blame you two for wearing them?

Y’all looked stunning

You and Osamu thought it was the funniest thing when you raised your arms to hug him only to show a pair of parachute-like wings attached to the onesie

“You’re definitely the cutest flying squirrel,” Osamu decided

The first activity you two tried in these onesies was cooking and what better dish to prepare than Osamu’s famous onigiri?

Cooking was a challenge for sure but when you got to cook in the comfiest clothing, you couldn’t complain

It was then that Osamu had a brilliant idea!

With Osamu’s onigiri in hand, you began to pose as he took photos of you for his restaurant

“This will be perfect exposure for Onigiri Miya!”

He posts the pics on his blog to advertise his restaurant

There was even a couples one where he piggybacks you with you showing off your wings

And he won’t ever admit it, but he keeps that one as his lock screen because he adores you

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[sonder-paradise]

I love your writing! Do you have any suggestions for some good overall funny/fluffy hcs/oneshots of any bsd characters?

Thank you!! I have so many I don't think I could fit my favorites in just one :D But here are my tops!

Osamu Dazai:

hugs and kisses by @/kittydripuwu

PM!Dazai [and Chuuya] cuddle and kisses headcannons! So cute and so soft <33

Lazy Cuddles (Don't let go!) by @/trashykawahq

Sweet and fluffy cuddling scenario with Dazai after a long mission~ Please drink water while reading :)

Reward System by @/trashykawahq

Another adorable scenario!! Good for my readers that are struggling with studies~

a domestic day off by @/starglow-xx

Dazai is a shit but he is your shit- Some lovely Steven Universe references as well!

Come See The Stars by @/kiyokoxd

PM!Dazai and stargazing is always the sweetest <33

Atsushi Nakajima:

Crushing on You by @/nameless-shrimp

jfiekam so freaking- please hug- I love-

"Tell Me Again" by @/whorefordazai

Another adorable one that makes me wanna hug the little Weretiger-

BSD Boys having a Crush by @/fashionablyfailing12

Includes Odasaku, Dazai, and Chuuya but I really enjoyed Atsushi's since it was so soft-

Relationship Headcanons by @/todorokichills

A lovely combo of crack and fluff~ In conclusion, Atsushi deserves goodness :)

Whatever you say by @/straycat-writes

Kitten and Atsushi. What more can I say? :D

Doppo Kunikida:

Recharge by @/kunikiiida-kuuun

I didn't know I could feel so soft and so indescribable at the same time-

Eternally Mine by @/greenshirtimagines

Marriage proposal scenarios with Atsushi and Sigma as well~ Tooth-rottenly fluffy if you love marriage proposals

A Moment to Breathe by @/trashykawahq

made me question if I was a Kunikida simp-

Jealousy on the Agenda by @/bsdparadise (yes shameless plugin)

no comment but I quite like the crack/fluff in it :)

Unfinished Letter by @/honeypirate

veikavnme holy shit it made me swoon and it was so delicate I loved the characterization of him

Chuuya Nakahara:

Matching onesies with him by @/hanazou

So freaking adorable and combined with some Dazai and Oda as well~ Please lemme wear a dino onesie with him-

Untitled by @/missrown

A sweet date with 15!Chuuya that makes my heart swell <3

Paradise by @/animatedarchives

I'm not about to spoil this for anyone but damn I'm reading it again for my bday <33

Househusband Chuuya by @/jadegreenimmortality

aaaaaaaa domestic fluff and crack?? sign me the heck up because this was so adorable!!

"Wanna dance?" by @/tender-rosiey

dancing with Chuuya istg this was the softest thing in the world please-

Ryunosuke Akutagawa:

kiss and tell by @/starglow-xx

please hug him because this was adorable~ Perfect blend of fluff and just more fluff

Cuddling the Silent Rabid Dog by @/spicyfoodboi

Some more Aku cuddling headcanons that made me wanna cuddle him until he understood how important he is T^T

companion by @/kingtsvmu

soft aku soft aku soft aku soft ak-

"I'll carry you if you're tired" by @/shadyteacup

just more soft aku that made me wanna cry from how badly I love him- Perfect for those wanting some physical attention~

Babying Rashoumon by @/discoten

We love some good Rashoumon shit but soft aku makes his return T^T

This took two billion years to search through my archives for but this is my rec list for these characters!! I hope you enjoy :D

[lilchibi-chan]

CORPSE x Reader

I’ve had this in my head for a while!!! Especially the part about the dinosaur onesie.

PS if somebody could PLEASE draw corpse in a Dino onesie I will love you forever and write whatever you request.

You had a pretty good day at work today. There were parts that were slightly stressful, but that comes with any job. 

You finished your shift at around 4:30 and you texted Corpse to see if he was awake and if he wanted to hang out. He said that it was cool with him since he hadn’t seen you in a while. You decide to drive over to Target to get some snacks for yourself and you walk around the store to see what else you need to spend your money because let’s be honest, you never leave Target with only what you went there. You walked through the book section, then to the clothing section and then you saw two dinosaur onesies in the mens section.

You thought it would be so cute if you and Corpse wore matching onesies while hanging out, so you took them both and headed to checkout.

You texted Corpse to let him know you were outside his apartment and waited a couple seconds before the door was pulled open.

“Hey!” you say hugging him

“Hey Y/N” he said, still sounding tired

“Did I wake you up when I texted,” you ask feeling bad

“Yes and no,” he says with a small giggle,”I was in the midst of waking up, I just wasn’t fully awake yet.”

“You could’ve just left me on read or something,” you say laughing

“No, I wanted to see you and I have to join a lobby with Rae, Sykkuno and everyone so”

“That’s right, I completely forgot. I can leave, I don’t wanna bug you”

You and Corpse met through Rae during a stream. Streaming is just a hobby for you, so you’re not as big as everyone else, but you enjoy doing it on your free time and when you wanna get your mind off of work. You and Corpse grew really close as you found it easy to talk about certain things with him and he was open to listening to you. You even confessed to him that you were a fan before you actually met him, so this was basically a full circle moment for you.

“No, it’s fine. You’re completely welcome to stay. What’s in the bags by the way”

You smile and you take out the onesies.

“There’s one for you and one for me,” you say with a huge smile

“These are so cool,” he says excited,“Can I put it on now?”

“Of course,” you say smiling

You took the tags off of the onesies and gave Corpse his.

“Can I use your bathroom to change? I wanna get out of my work clothes.”

“Yeah, it’s fine”

You take your bag with you since you have clothes to change in. You take off your work shirt and pants, then throw on a tank top and shorts to wear under your onesie.

Once you exit the bathroom, you see corpse in his onesie and can’t help but feel giddy. He looked so stinkin cute.

It was time for Corpse to get on discord with Rae and everyone. He logs in and starts up among us.

“Guys, Corpse is here!” Rae says

“Hi Corpse!” Sykkuno says

“Hey!” Toast, Leslie and Poki say simultaneously

“Hello everyone,” he says smiling

He muted himself in the discord chat

“Do you wanna say hi to everyone, y/n”

“Sure, if you’re okay with it, I am too”

“Yeah it’s fine, I don’t think anyone is streaming yet so it’s okay and no one will get the wrong idea or start rumors”

You get up from the chair you were sitting on and Corpse unmutes himself in the chat.

“Hey everyone!” You say happily

“OHMYGOSH! Y/N” Rae says

“HEY Y/N” everyone else greets

“I feel like it’s been forever since you got on a game,” Rae says

“Yeah, I know. It’s been like a week or so. Next time you guys are gonna play, let me know. I’ll get on after work if it’s a day I’m working.”

“Yay!!” Rae and Poki say

“Okay, well I’m gonna let Corpse get back on so you guys can play and stream and stuff”

“Bye Y/N,” Rae and Poki say sadly

“It was nice talking to you for a little bit, y/n. Hopefully we can play together soon,” Sykkuno says

“Yes, I would love that. I’m gonna let Corpse get back on now. Byeee”

You let Corpse get back into his chair and you go back to where you were sitting.

It’s now a few hours into the gameplay and Corpse has to use the bathroom in the middle of the game. He tells everyone that he’ll be back then mutes his mic to ask if you would play for him while he goes. He’s crew mate this round, so you were relieve that you wouldn’t have to do some big brain gameplay. You went about doing Corpse’s tasks until he came back.

Corpse re-enters and you hand his seat back over. 

“Have fun,” he asks smiling and getting comfortable

“Yeah, I was relieved to see you weren’t imposter this round”

He lets out a small giggle and unmutes his mic so that everyone in the stream could hear him.

He spent the next hour and a half talking with everyone and chat, making jokes, laughing, and simping over sykkuno. You loved hearing him have fun and glad that he could be happy even with everything he has going on.

When he finished, he logged off his computer and started to walk towards the living room. You get out of your chair and follow him.

“You still wanna watch some movies,” he asks

“Yeah, but i completely understand if you’re exhausted. You played for really long,” you say not wanting him to feel pressured

“Okay, just give me five minutes”

“Alrighty,” you say giving him a reassuring smile

He joins you on the couch and lays down facing you. He closes his eyes and faces towards the ceiling. 

After he finishes resting, you turn on the tv and decide to put on How the Grinch Stole Christmas because it’s one of your favorite movies and then you agreed to put on Corpse’s favorite, Donnie Darko after your choice was over. The rest of the night you took turns picking movies until you decided you should probably head home. You give Corpse a hug and wish him goodbye.

When you reach home, you text him to let him know you reached safely and tell him good night since you have an early shift tomorrow, otherwise you would’ve stayed up with him.

‘Good night. Sweet dreams :)’ he texts back

You smile at your phone head to bed.

Art by _nokisuu on IG

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I have been working really hard and hope this makes you guys happy. I hope you all have a good night/day and thank you for all your support and reading my work 😘

[yamithediaperdork]

A timeline in cuteness (My hero academia)

It had been a normal day at the local mall. Teenagers where loitering and hanging out, people where going and buying things they needed (and something that they didn't need) and Mothers were watching their young kids play in the play area while sipping coffee and shooting the shit.It was then that something that would make the rounds on YouTube, and go down in legends of the mall happened.A young Blond man, red faced, a red haired guy, holding his hand and leading the way.. And the red head was carrying a large white diaper bag and the blond was dressed like a toddler.blue denim jean short all's with a light yellow t-shirt on under, though some mothers seeing it and noting the budge in the butt and crotch area assumed (and they would be right) that it was more of a onesie/diaper shirt deal going on. White socks that poked out of power ranger themed light up sneakers finished the look, save for a black and red pacifier that was clipped to the blond's shirt, the clip colored and decorated to look like a little shark.They were heading towards the new photo studio in the mall, Perfect Memories, Clearly going to get some 'baby pictures' done.The little adventure had started in a way 19 months earlier, when Katsuki Bakugo and Ejiro Kirishima had decided to spice up their relationship. Katsuki despite his brash and vulgar attuide was a natural submissive, while Ejiro was a natural dominant.They had been pushing limits and testing things out.Katsuki loved being spanked though Ejiro preferred it be saved for just punishments, and Ejiro wanted to baby Katsuki which the blond had shot down hard.They had both comprised to try a extended chastity play, and while Ejiro could end it at any given time, Katsuki had made a video agreement to wear the tight pink device for as long as master wanted him to. That was Katsuki's mistake, he had assumed it would just be for a month tops, but instead found himself on his knees and pleasuring daddy while leaking.At the 5 month mark Katsuki, despite saying he'd never whine or beg, had broken down pleading and begging for a release. Ejiro had just smirked and started to lay out the terms.If widdle Katsuki wanted a nice deep prostate massage, he'd have to start wearing dino themed training undies, 24/7, no exceptions. that could earn a hour a week with Mr.buzz in his boy pussy. If he wanted daddy to give him a good and proper fucking, but with the cage still on, he'd have to wear and use a diaper, and use it fully.And if he wanted the cage off all together, at least for a hour or so, well, he'd have to REALLY earn that, via letting daddy dress him like the oversized toddler Ejiro knew he was, and let daddy get some baby pictures at a professional studio.Naturally Katsuki had told him where to go and how to get there, and held out for anther month before surrendering every pair of his boxers and getting 12 pairs of training undies with thick padding in the front and back while looking like a pair of briefs, and could be washed. So once a week after that Katsuki would spend a hour in a stockade, in just his training undies and a vibe (Mr. Buzz) in nice and deep as the poor submissive made good use of the padding in his undies.he couldn't cum though, all he did was leak and drip into the undies, but it at least helped with his swollen balls. Katsuki swore though that was as far as he was willing to go with it, till he walked in one day at the 8 month mark, after work and found his boyfriend and daddy dom making out with Izuku."oh hey sweetie, you know remember Izuku right? I ran into him the other day at the market." Ejiro asked, smirking as Katsuki just stood there in shock."I..I..""oh Heyyy Katsuki~ your 'daddy' has been telling me alll about the fun games you two have been playing, and showed me your cute widdle undies." Izuku said, smirking and winking. "Izuku here actually went on and became a full on superhero after school, unlike you and me, and I've been listening to his stories about what a big strong man he is and well, I hope you don't mind sweetheart but I DO have needs.and since your cute widdle dicky couldn't even do it for me before being locked up..." Ejiro trailed off and shrugged.Izuku smirked and then cupped the redhead's chin, and pulled him in for a nice long kiss, looking at Katsuki the whole time.Breaking the kiss off, Izuku stood up from the couch and tugged Ejiro to his feet."Katsuki, would you be a good boy and start making something for supper? I have a feel your daddy is gonna be VERY hungry when I'm done with him. But you don't have to rush, it'll be at LEAST a hour." Izuku said, a smirk on his face."I..But..I..""Sweetie listen to Izuku please. there's a extra half hour of Mr. Buzz time in it for you." Ejiro said and blushed.he looked like a fucking school girl about to get fucked for the first time!"I...Yes daddy." Katsuki had said, then turned to go to the kitchen, face burning and leaking big time."Good boy~" Izuku said.After Izuku had supper with them (going as far as to cut up Katsuki's food for him) Katsuki was too horny to think strait. he wanted a ass fucking like he'd heard Ejiro getting and knew HOW to get it."I..uh..Daddy..""Look Katsuki, I know that caught you by surprise, and we hadn't talked about cucking really, it was a spur of the moment thing an-" Ejiro had started to said, rubbing the back of his head but then he was cut off by Katsuki."Where are the fucking diapers!? I need dick bad So I'll fucking load one up if you promise to fuck me like fucking Deku fucked you!" The blond whined."Heh..I see~ well first of all, Never call him Deku again. it's Izuku or Mr. Midoriya from now on. Secondly, I have them under the bed, so go and get one little guy." Ejiro said, then added. "But first, come give daddy a kiss on the cheek~"Katsuki nodded and had given his boyfriend the kiss, and it just felt so totally different from the hungry lip mashing that Izuku and Ejiro had done in front of him, it was more like a little boy kissing his parents goodnight.Sadly for Katsuki, after being taped in the thick puffy diaper, and waddling around in a t-shirt and the diaper so daddy could keep giving him bum checks, he hadn't been able to go uh-oh before bed.He'd just given daddy his good night blowjob, then crawled into bed and nuzzled him. Crinkling and squirming all night long and soaking the diaper over and over.It would take until the next morning, while Ejiro was getting dressed for his job for Katsuki to finally fill the seat of his diapers and he'd hated every second of it, but had been grinning and excited because it meant getting fucked.Only for daddy to tell him they didn't have time before he was due into work, and Katsuki would have to wait.Being told that he could get back into his dino undies, and being promised a nice and hard fucking after work, Ejiro had to rush out the door after kissing Katsuki's forehead, and telling him not to stay in his stinky diaper too long.10 seconds after their door closed, Katsuki had a cry baby fit that the whole block heard.Daddy had kept his word, even if he was less then impressed Katsuki hadn't taken the trash out after changing, and their apartment was semi filled with the boys stink. Katsuki saved himself a time out punishment when it turned out he had gone nose deaf to his own stink and blushed when daddy pointed it out.Sadly for the blond, even with the brutal prostate pounding he took from daddies cock, it still wasn't enough for a full on mind blowing orgasm and he was left whimpering and trying to beg for more as daddy pulled out."Sorry buddy, you know you have to earn them" Ejiro had said, and nodded to the pack of diapers. "Do you want daddy to diaper you again?""..Is..is Mr. Midoriya coming over today?" Katsuki asked, poking his fingers together, apparently not even realizing he hadn't even used Izuku's first name."Do you WANT him to come over?" Ejiro asked. "N-Not if I'm gonna be in a diapie.." again the well fucked boy was using terms and not even seeming to notice, and fuck if it didn't make Ejiro wanna just slid back in the boys destroyed hole."Well then no, he's not coming over. Lift your bum up for daddy~" Ejiro said, reaching for a new diaper.Katsuki naturally did as he was told.After that Diapers became a more and more regular thing around the house, though Katsuki made Ejiro promise NOT to tell Izuku about them and refused to wear when the bigger and stronger boy was over. Katsuki started learning how to cook all of Izuku's favorite meals for when he'd come over and was rewarded with getting to watch daddy and his boyfriend fuck.that was what Izuku started to called himself, Ejiro's boyfriend. Katsuki had gone to argue HE was daddies boyfriend and was met with chuckles and told he was too cute, and gotten a head pat. It was a year after first being locked in diapers, when Ejiro decided it was time for Katsuki to just wear his diapers full time around the house, though he could keep the dino undies for when he had to work. The blond had fought tooth and nail, trying to argue he didn't wanna wear all the time but.."Sweetie, lets be honest here, when's the last time you used the potty that Izuku wasn't over?" Ejiro asked."I..uh.." and Katsuki paused and thought about it, and as he did his cheeks turned crimson."Yeah, your basically wearing diapers ALL the time to get fucked anyways. I haven't even used Mr.buzz on you in a month." Ejiro pointed out. the realization that Katsuki had basically put himself in diapers if not 24/7, then 22/5 hit him like a ton of bricks and he started to tear up."Hey heyyy..It's OK sweetie. I think it's hella cute." Ejiro said and pulled the self trained diaper boy into his lap, kissing him on the cheek and cuddling him."I..But..If I wear all the time..Mr. Midoriya will-" Katsuki tried to argue, slipping into his baby tone of voice and fighting the urge to suck his thumb."oh Sweetheart.. You think he doesn't know you wear anyways? And before you have a fit, it's kinda hard to hit the poopie diaper smell from your bedroom."His bedroom. that was anther low point. With Izuku spending more and more nights over, Katsuki had been sleeping out on the couch till Ejiro and Izuku had surprised him by turning a storage room in the apartment into a mini bedroom. there was a bed, a waste basket, a night table and a lamp, and while cramped it worked."B-But if he knows.." Katsuki whined."then there's no reason for you NOT to wear. and uh..He's actually a little annoyed with me that I won't take pictures for him to see how cute you are in them. he's the one who got that current pack for you with the teddy bears." Ejiro said sheepishly, in truth the main reason he had been pushing for 24/7 wear was so Izuku would start fucking him hard again, instead of half assing it.He'd become a master of using his dick to get what he wanted."H-he did that?" Katsuki asked, feeling even more shame, though a small smile was on his face.the teddy bear diapers actually felt nicer and help up better then the drug store diapers they'd been using before, and while he still wasn't a fan of messing himself Katsuki liked how much more he could wet these, and rub the warm front against his cage."Yeah, said he wanted his darling little cuck to look adorable." Ejiro said and kissed the big babies cheek. "plus these hold up better for your naughty rub's." he added winking.Katsuki lost the battle not to suck on his thumb at that point, and Ejiro just kept giving him cuddles.When Izuku (or Mr.Midoriya as Katsuki addressed him as) came over that night, he was delighted when Katsuki opened the door, wearing a baby blue t-shirt that read 'Good boy in training ' and his teddy bear pampers."well now, don't YOU look cute~" Izuku said and patted Katsuki on the head with his free hand, having a shopping bag in the other."Yes sir Mr.Midoriya." Katsuki said, and despite the pouty tone, Izuku noticed the boy couldn't help but smile from the head pats.Katsuki stepped out of the way and Izuku walked in, seeing Ejiro at the kitchen table and working on some papers from work, te red head was a legal aid."I see your talk with our little guy went over well." he said, walking over and setting his bag on the table, and leaning down to kiss Ejiro."mmmhhmm~ Indeed. I just need five more minutes to finish this up though. you staying the night?""Of course. And something smells VERY good, what are you making us little guy?""Oh! I'm making your favorite Mr. Midoriya, Katsudon!" Katsuki beamed."oh my, somebodies spoiling me..and Katsuki buddy, I think we can drop the Mr. Midoriya thing. from now on just call me papa ok?" Izuku asked and smirked.Katsuki blushed badly, but meekly nodded. The blond waddled into the kitchen to check on supper and Izuku took a seat."He's really just too damn cute." Izuku said and took a seat next to his boyfriend."he really is. what's in the bag?" Ejiro asked, rushing to finish his paper work while also trying not to made a mistake."oh, that's a little something for after supper. I wanted to get a little something for both my boys." Izuku said and winked."..See now I wanna peek and see what it is." Ejiro said and smirked."Mmmhmm..and which one of you two is the toddler again?" After a big meal, the three were seated in the living room, Ejiro and Izuku on the couch and Katsuki on a blanket on the floor, though instead of facing the TV like normal he was turned towards them."so who wants their present first?" Izuku asked, and gave a semi warning look to Ejiro as the red head went to raise his hand. Smoothly the red head just kept his arm going and pout it around Izuku's shoulders."well I think after being such a good boy, Katsuki should go first." Ejiro said.Not even Katsuki was fooled and just giggled a little, though he covered his mouth."Very smooth." Izuku teased and then reached into the bag, pulling out a box wrapped in teddy bear wrapping paper. Here you go little guy, I hope this will help with your 'good boy training' though if you ask me, you're already one~"Katsuki grinned, reaching and taking the box and then like a little kid, eagerly ripped at the wrapping paper and opened the box.and froze and looked up, face going super red."Sooo what is it little guy?" Ejiro asked."I..I.." Katsuki whined and then held up a large cockfier. the mouth guard was a light baby blue, and the cock shaped nipple was a good 5 inches  and VERY thick and VERY life like."I heard about how much you've been on your thumb and well, Little boys have dirty hands. From now on when you wanna suck on something, you can suck on that." Izuku said with a chuckle.  "what do you think? It cost a pretty penny but I think your worth it~"Katsuki hadn't been able to say anything, and was just staring at the cockfier and while he looked horrible embarrassed, he was also licking his lips."Katsuki, Papa gave you a very nice present. what do we say?" Ejiro asked."it's ok, I know he's just a little touge tied. you can thank me latter buddy. go ahead and try it out."  Katsuki nodded, and started to raise the fat nipple to his lips, but then paused."uh... Thank you papa." he lisped out, having gone full baby tone again.then as daddy and papa watched, the big baby suckled on his cockfier and closed his eyes, rocking back and forth and his fingers wiggling."heh.. Guess I should give him his other present." Izuku said and reached in the bag again and pulled out a teddy bear that been custom made, and was wearing Izuku's hero costume.He leaned forward and handed it to the good boy in training and both daddies chuckled as Katsuki snatched it and hugged it to his chest.The big baby had honestly zoned out after that, and while he did open his eyes after a few, he more just turned and watched cartoon on the TV, having wet his diaper and gave himself naughty rubs with one hand, while hugging super teddy with the other.Between the sounds from the TV, and the sucking of his sucking, he could barely hear daddy and papa making out on the couch behind him, though he heard the unzipping of pants.He might a been willing to give up the riveting plot going on with paw patrol to watch that, but Papa told him to be a good boy and keep his back to them. Katsuki wasn't that shocked when a mere month later Izuku moved into the apartment, making it clear that his former sometimes nursery was now his permanent room.there was talk of getting a bigger apartment though, or maybe even renting a house since well, some of the neighbors were starting to complain about the smells coming from the apartment.it was a month or so after THAT that they had found a nice little house, it was only one story but it had enough rooms for Katsuki to have a proper nursery and, and this was the big selling point for Ejiro and Izuku: A yard for widdle Katsuki to go out and play.it was true that following his gift of a teddy bear, Katsuki had maybe started to collect some other toys, ranging from stuffies to action figures and even a few tub toys (he wasn't allowed to take a shower anymore, that was a adult privilege) But that didn't mean he liked the toy of being in the front yard in the double diapers he wore as a standard these days.It wasn't even for his humiliation or a decision that Izuku or Ejiro had made for kink reasons, it was more once Katsuki had given up on the possibly of using the potty his bowels and bladder had seemed to go into overdrive and even with his teddy bear diapies, he was leaking a lot more often.One small part of annoyance for poor widdle Katsuki in this adjustment was even though he was going poopie in his diapers like a champ, and wetting them, Daddy dialed back his butt fucking to just a mere 3 times a week.Though when he'd gone to have a fit over it papa had tugged him over his lap and well, given Katsuki something to cry about.Standing in the corner with a bar of soap in his mouth and his toasted buns on display while listening to daddy and papa make out, really hadn't helped the poor turned little when it came to the need he was experiencing.it had also shown him that despite his love of spankings, Papa could still make it a punishment.Come moving day Katsuki was a good little helper, wearing his good boy in training t-shirt and a pair of shorts over his diapers. they had even gone all out and gotten extra stuff unknown to the little guy, so when he carried the first box of his stuff he was greeted with the site of a crib and a changing table in his room, and turned around to see a smirking Daddy and papa."I..but..I wanted a big boy bed!" he squeaked out."And I wanna make sure you stay in bed in the morning till we're ready for you." Papa replied."Don't worry sweetie, we'll have a baby monitor on and we'll know if you need us." Daddy added."Now what do you say?" Papa asked."...Fank ku."Life in their new neighborhood wasn't exactly easy on little Katsuki.  For one it didn't take long for the other ids on the block to figure out he was the source of any stinky smells.aside from making use of his toys or swimming in the pool his daddies had set up in the backyard, Katsuki was mostly ignored by the older kids he wanted to play with, and in a weird way had started to look up to, being semi jealous of their boxers and being potty trained.that left the older and younger -ick- girls who loved to play house with him/tease him like crazy and of course play dates with the younger boys.He thought it was weird just how many little kids who were potty training came over to play with him, till he overheard one dad asking his son if he wanted to end up a oversized baby just like Katsuki.when Katsuki went to whine about this to Ejiro, it turned out that they were providing a service for a modest little fee to help scare kids into potty training."and since you got fired from your job after pooping your diapers and crying for daddy, we can use the income." Daddy added.more time flew by and it wasn't long before a wedding was in the works. Daddy and papa had fallen hard for each other and while it hurt that Ejiro had dumped him as a boyfriend, at this point Katsuki could hardly think of himself as a man.17 months in and his butt fucking's had dropped off to a once a month affair and Katsuki couldn't even tell when he was wet anymore. it was only the tell tale sign that let him know when he was poopie.Still with a wedding date set and coming up fast, it was Katsuki who struggled to think of a good wedding present for his daddies, though the nature of his current lifestyle meant he'd have to have one of them help him get the gift.Little Katsuki wasn't trusted with anymore then 10 dollars at a time, his weekly allowance, since he started to be really bad at losing his money while playing or older kids bullying him for it.Though the last time a 14 year old had tried that, he'd found himself facing the wrath of Izuku in full costume. Still as Katsuki laid on his tummy in the living room, sucking on a paci (his normal one, he out got the one that Papa had given him at bed time or during his monthly pounding) and using his crayons to fill in a coloring book, he thought long and hard about what to do.he was in Short or overall's with a diaper shirt most f the time now, just to help with the diaper sag and it helped keep some of the meaner kids from panting him when he came out to play, and he was kicking his sock covered feet.Daddy was on the couch, working on a laptop having managed to set up his job so he could work from home and gave him a look ever now and then, before finally closing the laptop."alright, I can smell the burning from here. what are you thinking about?" Daddy teased.Katsuki huffed at that, he had apparently gotten slightly dimmer and daddy and papa liked to tease when he thought too hard they could smell burning.He started to explain what he wanted to try and do, get a present for them but Ejiro just smirked and taped his own mouth.Katsuki was confused for a second, then realized he hadn't taken his paci out and blushed and tugged it free."Wanna try that again sweetie?" the red head asked."I wanna git you and papa something fer the wedding." Katsuki said, he always talked super babyishly for a few after taking out a paci or being bottle fed."Oh? Buddy we told you, just you being our ring boy is enough." "Nooo I hafa git you presents!" Katsuki whined."Heh, you make us LOTS of 'presents' so again yo-" Ejiro started."NOT THAT KIND! Look, I wanna do SOMETHING.. but I uh.. Need help." Katsuki said, and rubbed the back of his head."Setting it up, or paying for it?" Ejiro asked, realizing there wasn't gonna be any peace in the house till he agreed."Um.. Both. and uh.. Ok. this ISN'T just so i can go goo goo gaga..though that'll be nice.." Katsuki gulped a little, even as Daddy grinned.he knew what Katsuki was about to say."W-what if we got some professorial pictures done for you and papa? with um.. me in diapies?" Katsuki said, poking his fingers together."I think that would be VERY nice. and don't worry, you'll get to make lots of 'goo goo gaga's'" Daddy said and help out his arms.Katsuki giggled and crawled over (it was just faster) and snuggled into daddies arms.Finding a place willing to take the pictures had turned out to be trickier then expected, and it had taken the new studio opening up and being desperate for customers for it to work at all.But now, 18 months after first being locked up, Katsuki was ready to show what a good little guy he'd become.The staff were nice as they came in, and Daddy took care of most of the details while Katsuki talked with the young guy taking the pictures.He was interested in hearing about the family dynamic of the trio and gave LOTS of head pats to Katsuki so that when daddy was done and they were ready to start, he was totally relaxed.Maybe a bit TOO relaxed as before Katsuki could get into the first pose, he found himself popping a squat and starting to unload into the seat of his diapies.The photographer smirked, and took a few pictures while others were less then..pleased was the big baby fudged his huggies and a less then fresh smell filled the place."it's not so bad, I once shared a 1 bedroom apartment with four guys." the photographer commented."Oh yeah, we tried to avoid the cabbage baby food today just in case." Ejiro said."Smart."As the big baby finished destroying his diapers, he was blushing badly. he'd been planning on just being a widdle cutie, not having a mushy booty."Katsuki, whats wrong?" Ejiro called over, and nudged for the photographer to get ready to take a picture.Katsuki looked over his shoulder, holding his nose and pointed with a finger to his drooping diaper butt."I went boom boom!" he whined, as the picture was taken."you sure did. but it's OK. we all know your just a big baby. you're gonna look SO cute." Ejiro called over. "Why don't you do the other pose you were gonna do for the pictures buddy?""I..I uh.. guess." Katsuki said.making sure he was well balanced, he bent over and braced himself with his hands on the floor, but peeked though his legs to look at daddy and the nice picture man, and flashed them a smile as his picture was snapped."oh! hang on!" He called and then fumbled with his paci, getting it in his mouth and waited for a second flash of the camera."VERY cute little man~" Daddy called over and Katsuki giggled then rolled over, squishing his diaper and making the smell get worse."Um..Um..I'm sorry..but can you change him?" One young lady asked, her eyes watering and she looked like she was fighting the urge to run away.Ejiro chuckled and nodded, even as Katsuki, having missed her request had moved onto the next pose and was On his back, hold his legs up and looking up for the next picture.which of course was taken."Ok buddy, little time out for a diapie change.""what, already?" Katsuki asked, raising a eyebrow. normally he's sit in his own soft serve for like, at least a good 20 minutes."Yeah, your a bit much for the staff to handle buddy." Ejiro said and winked."Hehehe Fear my all powerful STINK BUTT!" Katsuki giggled and clapped, which of course, picture taken.The big baby got up so daddy could undo the button on his short all's and then before laying down, and with the crotch snap of his onesie undone he turned around before sitting down."h! oh! look! Papa got me a new onesie and it's got a skunk on it cuz I'm a widdle stinker!" he said proudly.and you guessed it, picture taken.getting the poopie boy on his back, Ejiro opened up the diapers the diapers and one staffer ran out of the shop."it's actually not that bad." Ejiro commented. "you should of seen him after chilli cheese dog night."the staffers who were braving the smell chuckled at that, and Katsuki sucked on his paci and played with super teddy, which had been brought along just for this.the little guy got some chuckles as his cock lock was seen but thought they were giggling at him playing with super teddy so he hammed it it, grinning big time.Sadly no picture was taken THAT time since the studio was license for porn. As the diaper change was wrapping up, Katsuki was turned on his tummy so that Ejiro could sprinkled baby powder on his butt to help with a rash Katsuki had been starting to get. "Ok buddy we're almost done he-" Ejiro started to say when Katsuki let out a squeaky fart that sent a cloud of baby powder up in the air, and well, since his fronts had been covered the photographer had been going for a picture and manged to catch the moment on camera.After getting his diaper changed and getting redressed, Katsuki was a good little helper and carried his poopie diaper to the trash for daddy and then posed for a few more pictures.they then went to the food court for a little snack while the pictures were developed, going to the McDonald's and of course Katsuki got a happy meal.He was playing with the toy race car he'd gotten as the came back into the studio."well I have to say, this was the most interesting and adorable photo shoot I've even done." the photographer said and chuckle, handing over the book with the pictures in it to Ejiro.or at least that was the plan. what happened instead was Katsuki took it and started to flip though it, having stuffed the car in the diaper bag and giggled lots."Oh yeah! dis is good! great job!" Katsuki praised.Ejiro just smirked and rolled his eyes, and paid for the pictures as Katsuki hugged the album to his chest."So, If I need anymore pictures taken, can I come back?" Katsuki asked.Half the staff paled at that thought but the photographer, who was also the owner just smirked."Of course little guy." He said and ruffled Katsuki's hair.As the pair waled (well waddled in Katsuki's case) out of the mall Katsuki kept hugging the album to his chest.He really was lucky. some would argued he was semi tricked or forced into life as a little diaper boy, but honestly with how easily it had all happened, Katsuki himself had to admit deep down he had always been a little.'I'm  a super lucky little guy to have two awesome daddies.' he mentally gushed and nuzzled into daddy.The end

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‘Rawr’ But Make it Cute

Gulf.. Type fic

Gulf baby sits a child Type. Mew does show up as well. It’s just some cute stuff.

Length: 2525 

Gulf blinked and wide brown eyes blinked back. Gulf huffed and the tiny boy let out an equally tiny huff in reply.

“I don’t think I can do this,” Gulf says to Mew not taking his eyes of the tiny human in front of him.

Mew snort a chuckle before swooping the boy into his arms and into a hug. “Type's a great kid. You’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.”

“Four to five hours isn’t exactly ‘ right back ’” Gulf mumbles but it’s more out of nerves than sass and Mew can see it. Mew squeezes Type a bit too tight and the boy laughs loudly at the action, squealing about not being able to breathe.

“Uncle Mew.” Type says, voice high pitched and a tad screechy. GUlf frowns. “Too tight.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Mew not sounding sorry in the slightest but loosens his hold, pinching one of Types fluffy checks. (Gulf doesn’t feel the slight bubble of jealousy because Mew is fawning over someone else’s cute checks. Because he's not jealous of a child.) “But you’re just so cute I could-“ whatever Mew was going to say was cut off by more shrill laughter as Mew tickles Types sides.

Gulf watches unsettled off to the side. Mew finally sets Type back down, patting the boy on the head before Type shuffles off, an angry pout on his face, to his coloring book on the floor again.

Mew leans in and kisses Gulf's temple. “I promise it’ll be no time at all before I’m back.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Gulf tugs at the end of Mews shirt between his pointer and thumb desperately.

Mew smiles softly and Gulf feels some of his nerves settle. “Don’t worry baby. You’ll be fine. We’ve watched Type loads of times before, you know what to do.”

“You’ve watched Type, I just tagged along.” Gulf pouted. Mew's face softened as he leans in to kiss Gulf's forehead. Just as Mew pulls away his phone screams to life in his pocket.

“You’ll do great. If you need anything- I mean anything at all- call me.”

“What if you're busy?”

“Call Mild. Or Tong. Or your mom. Or my mom. Sweetie, call anyone and they'll help you but I promise,” Mew drops a quick reassuring peck to Gulf's lips. “You’ll be fine.”

Mew steps away to ruffle Type hair, the boy grumbling a goodbye as Mew leaves.

“Just us now kid.” Type turns to look at Gulf with a blank stare. It’s silent -heavy and tense. Gulf blinks. Type blinks. Then Type turns back to his coloring book without a sound. Gulf can feel the stress building and it’s literally not even been a minute.

He’s never babysat before. Technically he has but Mew had always been there with him when he had before. Mew had always been the one to take charge of the care and protection while Gulf just stood back and lent a hand when Mew needed it. He's never been alone with such a tiny human, his sole responsibility to let the kid not get hurt. The pressure.

It’s not that Gulf wasn't opposed to kids. He wasn’t. He just wasn’t... familiar with them. Mew had mentioned, on more than one occasion -read all the time- that he liked kids and wanted one (or two) in the future. He seemed to talk more and more about it when Tong adopted Type a year ago.

Mew was great with kids, probably because outside of work Mew was basically a kid himself. But what did one even do with kids? Gulf couldn't remember anything from the times before when they had babysat Type.

It was a couple of minutes of Gulf just staring at Type before Type turned to look at him again.

“Uncle Gulf." Gulf hummed in reply. "Why are you staring at me?"

Gulf shifted awkwardly in his seat. He hadn't meant to stare. "I uh...."

"Do you want to see my coloring?"

"Yeah?" Type held up the book, he wasn't very good at keeping in the lines nor choosing what colors fit well with each other. "Very nice," Gulf says instead of what he's thinking.

"Uncle Gulf?" Gulf hums again as Type sets his book back down. "I don't want to color anymore."

"What do you want to do then?"

Types face scrunches up in thought. It's very cute and Gulf can't resist reaching out and brushing some of Types hairs from his forehead.

"Football." Type exclaims jumping up.

Gulf blinks then smile, "Alright." He could do football. He helped Type into his shoes and lead him to the back yard where his ball sat by the door from a few days ago. Type immediately kicked it before running after it. Gulf followed. The makeshift goal was two sets of trees and Gulf ran in tiny steps to make it more fair for Type and his tiny legs.

Type had a particular pension for finding all the tiny rocks and uneven spots in the yard and tripping over them so Gulf spends most of the time panicking that Type was seriously hurt until the kid jumped back up to start running again. The game was mostly Type running from Gulf with hints of actual Football rules included. They played for hours, Type winning but only because he found a muddy area left by the rain yesterday and decided that he could run through it. He couldn't, he tripped and was now covered in mud. Gulf proclaimed him the winner so the game could end.

"Alright, little buddy. You won and now it's bath time." Gulf helps Type stand back up. The mud globs plopped off his shirt as they waddled out of the puddle.

"Not done yet." Type squeals, his tiny feet trying to kick at the ball but Gulf still held him up by his armpits. "Let's play."

"I think we're done for the day." Type huffs all tiny and angry, feet wriggling. "You're a mud monster buddy."

Type rawrs, hands going up like claws. "Monster."

Gulf sets the boy down away from the mud before grabbing the ball as Type tiny stomps towards it, growing. "Such a scary monster." He comments.

"Rawr." Type grabs onto Gulf leg, looking menacingly up at him. "I eat human for ball. Rawr."

"Oh no," Gulf plays along trying to wiggle his leg out of Type grasp. "The monster's going to eat me." He manages to waddle them towards the house a few steps from the door. "How about we give the monster a bath and we can eat since the monster is hungry."

"Monster hungry." Type makes some more growling noises, tugging on Gulf pant before he stops suddenly looking up at Gulf with a look of excitement. Gulf blinks at the sudden emotion change.

"Dino outfit?" He yells bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Dino ... outfit?" Gulf asks and Type nods enthusiastically before running to the door, his dirty hands sliding over the glass as he pushes it open.

"Wait, Type."

Type stops to look back, tiny huff in his direction as if annoyed with him.

"Your dirty." Type tiny eyebrows pinch together before he squeezes through the small opening he made with the door, inside the house. The next thing Gulf knows, Type is stripping in front of the door, his dirty clothes slapping wetly against the floor by the door as he dashes through the house.

Gulf jumps out of his shoes to chase after him. Type runs through the corridors, down the hall. They pass the outside door at least three times before Type slides into Mew's room. Gulf mildly panics as he throws open the door. silently praying Type isn't on Mews bed. Instead, he finds Type pulling open the bottom drawer of Mews dresser.

"Type what are -" Type flops back as the draw slides open all the way before he pulls out something green. "-doing?"

"Dino outfit." Type holds out the outfit happily, bouncing on his knees staring at Gulf.

"Ok, buddy." Gulf nudges Type off the ground and pushes him towards the bathroom. "You can wear the ... dino outfit but only if wash up first."

"Okay." Type gives him a tiny salute.

"Do you need help?"

"No, I'm a big boy I can wash myself. Silly uncle Gulf."

Gulf watches him skeptically as he tosses the dino outfit onto the sink and steps to the shower. Gulf waits until it seems like Type knows what he's doing before he slips off to gather up the boy's clothes from off the floor, throwing them in the washer so that hopefully they will be clean and dry before Mew gets home, Gulf checks the clock, in two and a half hours. He hadn't realized how long they had been outside.

He cleans up the mud drippings by the door, down the hall, and off the window before going to check on Type again who was scrubbing himself down. Letting out a breath that he wasn't drowning. A thought he wasn't entirely sure why he was having because Type was taking a shower not a bath but it was still a thought he was having nonetheless.

Gulf reheats some noodles and puts the bowl on the table as Type dashes out of the bathroom clad in his green Dino onesie. The dinosaur hood flopped over his dripping wet hair.

"I'm a Dinosaur."

"You are. A clean one too." Type nods happily, tiny stomping towards Gulf. He pretends to be scared until Type is in reach before he swoops in and plops Type into the chair. "Dinosaur needs food."

Type growls happily, "Dino is hungry."

Gulf ruffles his hair before going to check on the bathroom. He grabs a towel to rub over Type's hair as he eats. Type isn't happy about it and swats at his hands grumbling between bites.

"Uncle Gulf." Type calls, "Dino is done eating."

"Very good." Gulf clears the bowl as Type hops off the chair. "Can we watch a dinosaur movie?"

"Sure."

"Wait." Type tugs at his pant leg point towards Mews room. "You have to wear a dino outfit toooooo."

"I don't have one though."

"Yes you do." Type says exasperated. "Uncle Mew wore it with me before."

Type pushes him back into Mews room, pulling open the drawer again to pull out a much bigger piece of green cloth. "See."

Gulf plucks it from his fingers to look at it. It was almost an exact replica of the one Type was wearing, just bigger. Gulf is confused because he didn't even know Mew had this tiny outfit for Type much less a bigger one. He's not really surprised because it's very  Mew  to have something so cute and childish. He probably looks great in it too. Now Gulf wants to see Mew and Type in matching dino outfits.

"Dino dino dino." Type chanting knocked him out of his fantasies of Mew.

"Okay." Gulf sighs, "Let's get the movie set up and I have to shower first or Mew will ... -" He stops checks his words before saying, "-be very mad at me for wearing something of his while dirty."

"Obily."  Obviously . Type hadn't learned to fully say yet but his attempt was cute. "Uncle Mew says that's how you stay healthy."

"Uncle Mew is just weird, isn't he?" Gulf taps Type nose, earning him an annoyed sound.

"To the Tv." Type tiny stomps out of the room growling as he made his way to the living room. Gulf follows and starts up Jurassic park for him, setting a blanket next to him.

"I'll be right back." Type nods, already thoroughly entranced by the movie.

Gulf watches Type as he backward walks towards the bathroom. He showers the quickest he's ever showered. Drying off enough to pull on the dino onesie. It was.. adorable. Now he really really wanted to see Mew in it.

When he made it back to the living room Type was nowhere to be seen. For a second He felt nothing than the panic hit. "Type?" He yelled. Dashing into the next room, sliding into the kitchen. "Type."

"Soda." Type calls from the counter. His little feet swinging, the fridge door open and a can of soda clasp between his tiny hands.

"Type." Gulf sighed in relief, helping Type off the counter and shutting the door, "Next time just let me know buddy. That's dangerous."

Type shakes his head, "I can do it."

They walk back into the living room, the sound of the T-Rex screeched through the speakers. "I know you can but maybe next time just in case, ask for help."

Type doesn't answer just crawls back up on the couch, soda can left on the coffee table in front of them. They settle in and type sits close to Gulf, part of the way through the move his tiny body slumps over fast asleep. Gulf smiles leaning him to lay on the couch, tucking the covers up to his chin. Gulf moves lean to the other side of the couch watching the movie until he falls asleep as well.

"Gulf," Mew says in a hushed tone. Gulf grumbles, peaking open his eyes when he feels tiny fingers wiggle against his side. He can hear Types (attempted) stifled laugh.

Gulf lets out a tiny fake loud laugh, rolling away from the wiggling fingers as Type laughs loudly, proud of himself for tickling Gulf.

Gulf blinks open his eyes to see Mew smiling down at him. "I told you it would be fine."

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It was a couple of days later when Gulf pulls on a pair of boxers before closing the drawer with his hip. He glances down the bottom drawer.

"Mew." He calls and he gets a muffled grunt in response. "I think I've decided."

"Decided?" Mew responds then appears in the doorway looking at him with a raised brow.

"We should adopt."

Mew chocks on his saliva, coughing for a moment. "What?"

"Adopt." Gulf pulls open the bottom drawer pulling out the dino onesie in Mews size. "I want to see our kids wear these matching outfits with us."

Mew's eyes get all teary and Gulf can see the emotions already stirring up in Mew. so emotional. Mew steps forwards wrapping him in a hug. "I think that would be great."

Gulf lets Mew get to hug him for a moment patting his back, consoling him before pulling back slightly, "Do you know what else would be great?"

Mew hums trying to pull Gulf back to him. Gulf snickered at Mews grumbling for snuggles.

"We should wear this while we..." Gulf wiggles his brow pointing over his shoulder to the bed.

"You wear it or I wear?"

Gulf ponders it for a minute, looing between the outfit and Mew. "I'd let a T-rex eat my ass any day."

Mew grains squeezing his eyes shut. "Don't say that."

"Godzilla can take me to pound town?" Gulf tries and Mew pushes him away and onto the bed.

"Stop talking or I'm not wearing it."

"You can tricera-top me." Mew slaps a hand over Gulf mouth, damping the laughter spilling out.

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Alone Together | Epilogue 4:  The Sweetest Eyes I’ve Ever Seen | Morgan Rielly

January 13th, 2028

Bee heard the doorbell ring as she finished loading Andy’s bowl in the dishwasher.  After a nice and calm breakfast of Dino Eggs oatmeal with fruit (Andy’s favourite), he was already playing with his see and spell puzzle toys on the carpet in the family room quietly, Maggie laying down beside him, his trusty little red fox plush toy he aptly named Pip watching him.  He was still in his comfy onesie pyjamas, and Bee knew he wouldn’t want to change out of them.  Hopefully their guest at the door would make him want to change his mind.

Andy perked up once he heard the doorbell ring.  “Who’s at my house?”

Bee couldn’t help but laugh at his question – something he’d started to say recently whenever the doorbell rang.  She thought it was the cutest thing in the world.  “I don’t know!  Let’s go see!” she extended her had out to him so he could follow her to the front door.  He grabbed Pip and held him in his hands as he scurried towards Bee, Maggie following close behind.

When she opened it for the big reveal, Andy started hopping up and down excitedly.  “Tyler!!!” he screamed before running out and jumping to avoid the snow.  

Tyler caught him perfectly and scooped him up in his arms.  “Heeeeyyyyyy little man!” he smiled from ear to ear as he balanced Andy on his hip as he walked into the house.  “How’s my godson doing?”

“G…G…Good,” Andy stuttered out, smiling from ear to ear.  

“Are you excited to see me?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed.  “W…What are you doing at my house?”

“Well, mommy called me because she said you went to the library yesterday and got some new books,” Tyler explained.  “And you know how much I love reading books to you.”

Andy’s eyes lit up like fireworks.  He looked at Bee.  “Mommy, Tyler can read my b…b…books to me?”

“Yes he can,” she smiled.  “How about you go up to your room and get them.”

Andy wiggled out of Tyler grasp and climbed the stairs one step at a time, trying to go as quickly as his little feet would let him.  Tyler and Bee hugged in the foyer before he began to take off his boots and unzip his jacket.  “The stuttering’s gotten better,” Tyler commented.

Bee nodded her head.  When Andy started to talk and develop words and sentences, she and Morgan noticed right away that he was stuttering.  They thought it was maybe just a kid thing, because a lot of kids stutter when they’re first learning words or developing sentences to speak, but Andy’s problem persisted.  Now that he was able to string words together to create sentences, the issue was more pronounced.  It was definitely noticeable to everyone – the rude ones pointed it out; the good ones were patient with him like everyone should be.  “A little, yeah.  We started him in speech therapy once a week.”

“It’s working.”

“We’re hoping,” she said.  “We’re trying to get him to talk more to other kids too.  We can tell he sometimes avoids it.  Even if it persists…we just want him to feel that it’s okay.”

“Well, of course,” Tyler said.  “He’s a smart kid, sweetcheeks.  He’s three and he can already read some words better than I can.”

Bee snorted, shoving Tyler playfully.  “You want some coffee or what?  Morgan should be home in ten minutes and then we’ll leave you to it.”

***

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Rielly, I can confirm you’re pregnant again,” Dr. Greenblatt smiled at Morgan and Bee.

“Oh, perfect!” Bee smiled from ear to ear as Morgan squeezed her hand.  “We…I mean, we’ve been trying for a couple of months.  It’s nice for it to be official!”

“You’re eleven weeks according to the schedule you provided, and your blood work, which means you’re due in late July,” he looked over the documents in his file.  “But everything looks good.  I know there were some difficulties at the beginning.  You mentioned there were no symptoms from when you had your two early miscarriages.”

“Right.”

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Rielly, everything looks good on my end.  I can book you in with the ultrasound technician we have if you’d like your sonogram,” Dr. Greenblatt offered.

“That would be perfect,” Morgan said.

***

When Morgan and Bee walked into their house, they saw Tyler and Andy – holding Pip – cuddled on the couch.  Tyler was reading Robert Munsch’s Andrew’s Loose Tooth, and Bee could see Moose, Thomas’ Snowsuit, David’s Father, and Just One Goal! on the coffee table in front of them.  Andy was still wearing his pyjamas.  There was a blanket draped over Tyler’s legs.  It was all very cute.  

“How are my boys doing?” Bee announced as she walked into the family room, leaning over the couch.  Andy barely moved from his spot, too comfortable against Tyler’s chest and too entranced in Andrew’s Loose Tooth (though it was probably the 50th time he’d read the book) to even look up.  

“Hi mama, hi dada,” Andy said absent-mindedly.  He wiggled a bit in Tyler’s arms to get his attention.  “Keep reading.”

Tyler wiggled his eyebrows at Bee and Morgan before turning the page and continuing to read.  Bee laughed as she walked around the corner of the sectional couch, bent over, and kissed the top of Andy’s head before messing up his hair slightly.  

***

After a homemade lunch, more playtime with Tyler (read: playing ministicks with Tyler, who was on his knees, and “bodychecking” him so he would fall over dramatically), his regular afternoon nap, and dinner, Andy was tired and ready for his 8pm bedtime.  He had already changed himself into his pyjamas, and Morgan helped him brush his teeth before carrying him to his bed where Bee was waiting.  

“I b…b…brush my teeth mama,” Andy said as he emerged from the washroom, Pip securely in his arm as he climbed into bed.

“Good job,” she smiled, pulling the covers back.  Andy wiggled underneath the covers and Morgan sat on the opposite side of the bed, looking at him lovingly.  Once he was underneath and lying down, his head on the pillow, Pip tucked into him, and the comforter stuffed around him, just how he liked it (“Make me a burrito!” he’d yell on more boisterous nights), Bee took a deep breath.  “Andy…daddy and I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

Morgan looked at Bee quickly before looking back at Andy.  “Boobear, you know how Jace has a little sister, Isabella?”

“Yes,” Andy nodded his head.  “J…Jace and Isabella are my f…f…friends.”

“And you know how Henry has a little sister, Greta?” Bee continued.

Andy nodded his head again.  “Henry and G…Greta are my friends too.  But they live f…far away.”

“Well Andy, you’re going to be a big brother too now,” Morgan smiled at his son.  Andy’s eyes went wide as he realized what his dad was telling him.  “Mommy has a baby in her belly and in July or August you’re going to have a new brother or sister.”

Andy looked towards his mom.  “Mommy…there b…baby in your belly?”

“Mhm,” Bee nodded her head.  She put her hand over her stomach and, although there was barely anything there yet, she tried to cup something so Andy could get the visual.

“Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know.  We’ll find out when the baby comes,” she said.

“When baby comes I…I going to be a b…b…big boy,” Andy said matter-of-factly.  Morgan and Bee laughed.  “I going to be good big b…brother.”

“Yes you will be, boobear,” Morgan said, leaning down to kiss his son.  “You can teach baby how to read, how to build Lego--”

“I teach b…baby all the animals,” Andy interjected.

“Exactly!  See!  You’re going to be a great big brother,” Morgan smiled.  “Think about all the things you’re gonna teach baby when they’re here, okay?”

“Okay,” Andy smiled contently as his eyelids started to droop from drowsiness. 

“Goodnight boobear.  Daddy loves you,” Morgan cooed.

“I love you daddy.”

“Goodnight Andy.  Mommy loves you.”

“I love you mommy.”

***

April 16th 2028

Bee woke up on a Sunday morning to kisses on her neck and shoulder.  Since being with Morgan, it was her favourite way to wake up, and truthfully, she never got sick of it.  He almost over-indulged her with it.  It has been ten years since it started, and it was still the best; the most comforting feeling; the thing she looked forward to the most.

Bee smiled to herself as she felt his tongue graze her skin, his breath hot as he moved up her neck and towards her ear.  She took a deep breath in.  At that moment, he knew she was awake.  “G’morning,” his voice was coarse and full of sleep, but he continued to kiss her.  

“Morning, you big moose,” she mumbled.  She felt the arm wrapped around her move down slightly the cup her growing bump.  At twenty-six weeks now, she was just slightly smaller than she was at twenty-six weeks with Andy (judging by pictures), but was experiencing much of the same symptoms of pregnancy.  The back pain, the swelled ankles, the dramatic girth.  

Morgan continued his kisses.  “How you feelin’?”

“Good.”

“You think we can--”

“Please Morgan.  Please.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice.  He helped her wiggle out of her pyjama pants and top, and began kissing his way down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.  “I wanna taste you,” he mumbled.

Bee nodded her head.  “Go.  Go.”

He dove in.  She was sensitive these days, and her senses all the more heightened, so when he began lapping at her, there was an automatic reaction.  He hadn’t tired of this, either – eating her out like she was the last meal on earth.  He hadn’t tired of much, really.  He was still obsessed with her; still obsessed with her taste and how she felt wrapped around him; how warm her walls were and how they clenched around his cock whenever he helped her reach her climax.  Every time was still special.  The quick ones, the long ones, the ones where she dressed up, the ones where they used only their hands and mouths, the ones that made them scream, the ones that kept them quiet, the ones that were frantic, the ones that were nice and slow, the ones that led them to orgasm over and over again.  Every time was still the best time.  

After making her orgasm twice with his tongue, she began to tug on his hair.  Her breathing was hot and heavy as she kissed him sloppily, tasting her juices on him, before she bit his bottom lip playfully.  “Lay on your back,” she said.

In return, he bit her bottom lip too.  “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“I wanna ride you,” she said.  “Unless you don’t want me to.”

Morgan groaned, flipping over onto his back.  “Get up here.”

Bee took her time, taking off her pyjama shirt first before making sure she was comfortable as she lowered herself onto him slowly.  Morgan’s hands were on her hips, helping to guide her.  “Does it feel okay?”

She looked down at him.  His mouth was still glistening with her juices.  She nodded her head and closed her eyes.  “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Never.  Never,” he shook his head, propping himself up so he could kiss her.  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.  You don’t even know.  You’re so sexy and beautiful.”

“Even as a big ol’ pregnant lady?” she giggled slightly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to steady herself now that she was riding him in his lap rather than with him lying down.

“Especially as a big ol’ pregnant lady,” he kissed her.  “You have no idea Briony.  You’ve given me my children, my family.  You’ve given me my world.  The gifts you’ve given me…there are no words to describe how much I love you.”

“And you’ve given me my world,” she whispered, kissing him one last time before pushing him back down onto his back.  She continued to ride him slowly, trying to make the intimacy of the moment last as long as possible.  Today, their house would be full of people, and while she loved hosting, she loved every minute of alone time she got with Morgan even more.  

“Y’okay, baby?” she asked.  “I’m close.”

“Make yourself cum on my cock, Briony.”

That was what she loved to hear.  After over ten years and countless amounts of dirty talk, it still got her off.  She moaned loudly as she began shaking on top of him, her orgasm coursing through her.  “Fuuuuuuuck, Morgan,” she mewled out.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed.

Bee couldn’t help but smile at his words as she came down from her orgasm.  Eventually, she lay down at Morgan’s side, cuddling up to him.  One of Morgan’s arms wrapped around her, while another rested between her legs, feeling her wetness.  Morgan kissed her.  “I love you so much,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I love you too.”

There was a few minutes of silence as they both caught their breaths, Morgan kissing her a few more times.  Before Bee could get too comfortable, she looked at Morgan.  “I think I’m gonna take a shower before Andy wakes up.”

Morgan smiled.  “Wish I could join you.”

After about half an hour, Bee emerged from the bathroom, he hair wet but brushed through, a new pair of pyjamas on her.  “You think Andy’s awake yet?” she asked as she made her way back towards the bed.  

As if on cue, they heard the door from Andy’s room burst open.  “Here comes the earthquake,” Morgan mumbled into his pillow as the heavy footsteps of Andy were heard running down the hallway.  Bee chuckled at all the noise his little feet made; she couldn’t believe someone so small could make so much noise.

The door burst open.  “Mommy!  Daddy!” he scurried over, immediately climbing into the bed.  “I have B…B…Brucey with me!” he screamed.  A loud, happy meow from Bruce followed.  “Brucey slept in my b…bed last night.”

“Is that a little bear I hear sneaking into my bed?” Morgan asked.  The second he saw Andy let go of Bruce, Morgan growled like a bear and wrapped his arms around his son dramatically, pulling him into the bed and against his chest.  Andy began to laugh uncontrollably as Morgan began kissing him all over.  Andy tried to get away but Morgan was too strong, squeezing him even tighter as he peppered him with kisses.  Bee took the opportunity to slip her hand into the drawer of her bedside table and pull out a single small chocolate egg, placing it on top of the table for Andy to find.

When Morgan stopped peppering his son with kisses, he turned over onto his back and lifted Andy up on his legs like an airplane.  Andy couldn’t stop laughing as Morgan held his hands.  “You remember what today is, big man?”

Andy nodded his head.  “T…Today is Easter.”

“Are you excited for everybody to be at our house?” Bee finally piped up after looking on adoringly at her two boys.  “Aunt Angie, Uncle Mason, and Leon, Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Andy and--”

“Mama, what’s that?” he asked, pointing to something behind her.

Bee smiled.  She turned around dramatically to look at what he was pointing to: the little chocolate egg she had put on the bedside table.  “Where?”

“There,” he pointed again.  Morgan lowered him.  “Mama, is that…d…did the Easter b…b…bunny come to our house?!”

“I think so!”

Andy’s eyes lit up like fireworks.  He looked down at his dad.  “Dada, we need to f…find all the eggs!”

“Let’s go!”

***

Saturday, July 1st, 2028

“Mommyyyyyy!  I see f…f…fishies!” Andy screamed excitedly as he bent over the boat to look in the water.  Morgan held Andy in his arms, leaning him over the boat to see the water and look at whatever fish Andy saw (or didn’t really see).  

“Be careful!” she yelled out to him.  “Don’t go too far over!”

“Mommy come see the fishies!”

“Mommy can’t come right now,” she said, resting her hand on her large bump.  “You need to tell mommy what you see.”

Andy looked back dramatically at his mom.  Clearly he did not like her answer.  “Is it because of b…baby?” he asked.

“No, boobear.”

Andy wiggled out of Morgan’s arms and walked over the Bee resting on the back bench of the boat.  He placed his hands on the sides of her bump and put his face right next to it.  “Baby…we’re in V…V…Vancouver and we’re on a b…boat,” Andy said into Bee’s bump.  “You have to be s…safe on a boat.  You have to wear a lifejacket so you don’t f…f…fall into the water.  Stop moving so mommy can see the f…fishies!”

Bee couldn’t help but chuckle.  “It’s not because of the baby, Andy.”

“Then why c…can’t you come?”

“Mommy is very tired because I didn’t sleep well last night,” she said.  

“Because of the baby!”

“No!” she couldn’t help but giggle.  “You silly boy.  It’s not because of the baby.”

Andy turned back and made his way back towards Morgan with his hands up, signalling that he wanted to be picked up again.  As Morgan did so, he bent Andy over the edge of the boat again.  “W…Where did the fishes go?” he asked.

“I think they swam away,” Morgan said.

“We have to go f…find them!” Andy exclaimed, looking at his dad.  “Did they go to their h…h…home?”

“I think so.”

“Dada…do the f…fishies live like where Nemo lives?”

Morgan chuckled to himself.  “No boobear.  These fish live here in Vancouver.  Nemo lives all the way on the other side of the Pacific Ocean in a place called Australia, in the Great Barrier Reef.”

“C…Can we go there?”

“Maybe one day,” Morgan kissed Andy’s cheek.  “You wanna go find Nemo?”

Andy nodded his head.  “I wanna find Nemo and D…D…Dory and the sea turtles!” he exclaimed.  “We go with m…mamma and my new b…brother or sister.”

“That sounds like an amazing family trip,” Morgan commented.  “Can Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Andy come too?”

“Yup!”

“What about Aunt Angie and Uncle Mason?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, causing Morgan to chuckle again.  “My best friend Leon has to come with us!”

“Then it’s set!” he pulled Andy from over the boat to walk back towards where Bee was sitting.  “Guess what mama!  Pack your bags!  We’re going to Australia!”

***

Monday, July 31st, 2028

Morgan could see the eyes and hair of Andy looking over the ledge of the skating rink at Hollyburn Country Club as he skated around the ice, doing a few warm-up laps with the other skaters so Andy could see him skate before trying to skate himself.  Morgan waved at his son, and began to make his way over to where he was.  

Andy didn’t move from standing on his tiptoes, looking past the ledge onto the ice, even as Morgan skated towards him, opening the gate and walking onto the soft ground.  “Did you see me wave, Andy?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Did you see Grandma and Grandpa out there?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you ready to skate just like daddy?”

Andy didn’t respond.  He looked out onto the ice for a few more seconds before slowly making his way over to the bench, sitting in front of Morgan who was already ready with the skates in his hand.  As Morgan shoved them on and began tightening them, Andy became nervous.  He tried to look over his shoulder to see if he could see the ice again, but he couldn’t.  That made him all the more nervous.  He looked back at his dad, shoving the other lace onto his left foot now.

“Dada…” Andy said uneasily, looking down at the skate Morgan was already tying up on his feet.  

“Yeah, boobear?”

“I’m s…s…scared.”

The second the words escaped from Andy’s mouth, Morgan stopped his movements.  He set down his foot gently as he looked at Andy worriedly.  “Why are you scared?”

The small pout that formed on his face said enough.  “What if I’m not g…good at skating like the other kids like I’m not good at t…t…talking like the other kids?”

Morgan’s heart broke into a million pieces.  “Oh, Andy…” he said as Andy shed a tear.  “Andy, that doesn’t matter at all.”

“I want to t…t…talk like all th…th…the other k…k…kids but I c…c…can’t, no matter how h…hard I t…t…try.”

Morgan moved closer to his son so he could hug him tightly.  He hugged him for such a long time, but Andy didn’t pull away as he cried on Morgan’s shoulder.  Morgan snaked his hand underneath the Rielly jersey his son wore to rub his back soothingly.  “It’s okay, Andy.  It’s okay,” he cooed over and over.  “Andy, I want you to listen to me, okay?  Look at me,” he said, finally pulling away.  He wiped the tears away from Andy’s eyes and cheeks before he could continue.  “It doesn’t matter that you stutter and the other kids don’t.  It doesn’t matter at all.  Remember how mommy and I say that what you say is more important than how you say it?” Morgan asked.  Andy nodded his head.  “That’s what matters, boobear.  You’re still such a smart boy.  You’re so smart and you’re so nice to all the other boys and girls.  And you have so many friends who love you.  You have your best friend Leon and you have Jace, and Isabella, and Henry and Jacob and Naylah and – Andy, listen.  You’re always good enough, okay?  You’re always good enough.”

“Okay…” he said, his voice still a bit uneasy.  “But dada, wh…what if I can’t s…s…skate like you can?  Or like J…Jace?  Jace is good at s…s…skating.”

“Then that’s okay, boobear,” Morgan said.  “You just have to try.  If you never try then you never know if you can do it, right?”

“Right.”

“You wanna know a secret?”

Andy’s eyes went wide.  “What?”

“One day, Grandpa Andy counted how many times I fell on my bum when I learned how to skate,” he said.  “Guess what the number was.”

“F…Five?”

“One hundred and seventy two,” Morgan said dramatically, causing Andy’s jaw to drop.  “One hundred and seventy two!  But guess what?  Daddy got up one hundred and seventy three times.  Daddy kept trying and trying and trying and eventually, daddy learned how to skate.”

“And now daddy is a hockey player,” Andy said matter-of-factly.

“That’s right,” Morgan smiled.  “So it doesn’t matter if you fall, Andy.  It doesn’t even matter if you don’t like hockey.  That’s okay too.  But you have to try.”  Morgan could feel a new sense of confidence emanating from Andy as he finished his story.  Andy looked determined and ready.  “Are you ready to try skating, Andy?”

“Yes dada.  I’m ready.”

***

Tuesday, August 1st, 2028

“Take a deep breath in…and push for one…two…three…”

“AAAAAOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!”

“Five…six…seven…”

“You’re doing amazing, Bumblebee.  Amazing.”

“Push again for one…two…three…four…four…four--”

Blood-curdling cries filled the room.  Bee opened her eyes to see a baby being held in front of her – a beautiful, healthy baby screaming at the top of it’s lungs.  From beside her, Morgan smiled.

“It’s a girl!” one of the nurses announced, laying their baby girl down on Bee’s chest, facing Morgan.  She wailed and wailed and wailed, and Bee cried and cried and cried.  Morgan looked into the eyes of his daughter and started crying too.  

He had a daughter.  A daughter.  

“Hey dad – one more time,” the doctor said as she held out a pair of surgical scissors for Morgan to snip the umbilical cord.  He did so while the other nurses tended to Bee and the baby, sucking the mucus out of her mouth and nose and wiping her down just like they did Andy when he was born.  

Despite the actions of everyone working around him, Morgan couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter.  He knew they’d have to take her away soon to weigh and measure her, but he became entranced with her, and the fact that he now had a daughter – he was the father to a son and a daughter – to call his own.  

“Mrs. Rielly, we’ll just take her to measure and weigh, then bring her back wrapped for you,” one of the nurses said.  

When the baby was gone, Bee looked to Morgan.  He leaned down and gave her a big kiss.  “I’m a mom to a daughter,” she whispered.  “Morgan I…I have a daughter.”

“You’re a mom to a daughter, Bumblebee,” he kissed her again quickly.  “You’re going to be amazing.”

***

“Okay, we have to be quiet as we go inside.  Baby might be sleeping,” Shirley said as she walked behind little Andy and big Andy.  She could tell Andy was trying to maintain his composure and not do his little excited hops as they walked into the room.  When they turned the corner, they saw Morgan holding the baby in his arms, lying in bed next to Bee who was looking on lovingly.  When the couple noticed everybody enter the room, they smiled.

“Hey boobear,” Bee smiled from ear to ear, her voice still a little strained.  “Do you want to come meet your baby sister?”

“I have b…b…baby sister?”

“Yes boobear.  Come here.  Come sit on mommy’s lap,” Bee patted.

Shirley lifted him up onto the bed as Morgan gave the baby to Bee to show Andy.  Andy looked on wide-eyed at the little baby in his mommy’s hands.  “She’s g…girl like Isabella?”

Bee couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.  “Mhm.  This is your sister Maia.  Maia Claire Rielly.”

“M…M…Maia,” Andy repeated.  “Mama, I be good b…big brother to Maia.”

“I know you will,” Bee kissed the top of his head.  

“You wanna give Maia a kiss?” Morgan asked.

Andy bent down and placed a light kiss on her forehead.  “Hi M…Maia.  I’m your brother Andy.  You’re in V…V…Vancouver right now.  But we live in T…T…Toronto.”  He stopped suddenly, realizing something very, very important.  “Dada, we t…take Maia home or she have to st…st…stay here?!”

Everybody laughed at Andy’s question.  “Maia is coming home with us to Toronto, boobear.  Don’t worry.”

***

Monday, September 18, 2028

“…and, you know, we’re just ready to get started, get going out there, making sure we get things done the way we want,” Morgan answered the latest reporter’s question in the media scrum following the opening day of training camp.  

“Morgan --” a new reporter interrupted Paul Hendrick, “we saw that your family grew this summer with the arrival of your baby girl.”

Morgan couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as the words left the reporter’s mouth.  He knew it would be brought up because, unfortunately, a picture had leaked.  An “extended family portrait”, so to speak: a picture of John, Aryne, Jace, and Isabella; Angie, Mason, and Leon; Morgan, Bee, Andy, and Maia; and Tyler, all hanging out in Aryne and John’s backyard at Jace’s birthday party last week.  “Ah, thanks.  We did have a baby girl.  It feels great.”

“Mom and baby are doing well?”

“Sure are,” he kept smiling, looking at the reporters to change the subject.

“Do you want to speak a bit about it so--”

“No.  We’re not going to talk about that.  But mom and baby are healthy.  Big brother is happy he’s got a sibling.  We’ll leave it at that.”

***

It’s a girl!

Morgan and Briony Rielly, along with big brother Andrew John, are delighted to announce the birth of their daughter, Maia Claire Rielly, born August 1st, 2028 at 3:42 pm, weighing 8lbs, 12oz, in Vancouver, British Columbia at the B.C. Women’s Hospital and Health Centre.

Maia is welcomed into the Rielly family by her loving grandparents Andrew and Shirley Rielly.  She is also welcomed into the extended Toronto Maple Leafs and MLSE family.  Morgan and Briony would like to thank the staff at the B.C. Women’s Hospital and Health Centre for their hard work and dedication to the medial profession.