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Bamf Babies

RQ: 'I saw that you opened your requests and could I request a dabble of the daily life of Kurt and his partner who treats his bamfs as if they're are their babies? Like she cooks for them, makes them little clothes, tucks them in, gives them names (with Kurt's approval, of course), and all that?' - @mari-thesimp

Warnings: GN reader, though the term 'mother' is used just once just as a way to describe your role. Unedited.

A/N: Umm yes??? Ugh, this was a fun little drabble. The bamfs, come on, cute little guys. I wish I had one. I'd kill for one.

The bamfs were...a lot...when you first met them. They were like little gremlins who were constantly at full energy, scampering around and getting into things they weren't supposed to. The only time they weren't running around so much was when they finally sat to eat. Kurt noticed that they were fond of you right away, and while he has to leave for missions, he decides to leave them with you, or at least a few at a time before it gradually turned into all of them.

You became their unofficial mother. But like hell you'd deny that.

The bamfs slept with you, all curled up beside you like a litter of kittens. Their soft, velvety skin felt so warm against you, like gentle peach fuzz. Sometimes they fought to sleep the closest to you, some would cry and you'd have to reassure them.

Bamfs can be quite jealous, so you have to make sure to show equal amounts of affection and love, otherwise it can cause an unruly bamf which is never fun. As you learned how they worked, you got better at managing them all.

Each morning, you wake up and made them breakfast. Kurt is normally exhausted, so you let him sleep in. The bamfs scramble out of bed with you, eager and happy. their little chirps and chitters fill the kitchen as they gather by your feet. Some climb on the counter, trying their best to help you cook. Pancakes were their favorite, but they weren't so good at making them. They tried, but they often made a big mess with the batter. Then they fought...and an even bigger mess happens.

So you handle the mixing. You learned.

They still liked to try to help, so you let them put chocolate chips or blueberries in them if they wanted. Each pancake you poured, you held up a bamf and they sprinkled in their add-on. Each one was served and given syrup, and now you had a handful of happy, quiet bamfs. Still and busy eating their food. Their big cheeks full of sweet pancakes as they ate happily.

"Guten Morgen..." Kurt says groggily, making his presence known. He's got major bedhead, trudging over to you and rubbing his eye sleepily. You return the greeting, smiling at him as he hugs you from behind. "Any for me...?" he asks tiredly, his face nuzzles your neck.

"Of course," you chuckle lightly. The bamfs had to get their sweet tooth from somewhere, and Kurt's sweet tooth was crazy.

You make Kurt his breakfast, and pass out cut up bananas and fruits for the bamfs. Some pout, and you chuckle. "Now, you have to have something healthy too, little ones. Besides, bananas and berries are yummy." You spoke gently to them, scratching their heads as you distributed the food. They all reluctantly ate the fruit, wanting to make you happy.

After breakfast, it's bath time. You bath the bamfs twice a day, they get...dirty, very easy. Luckily all of them can fit in the bathtub, so it's not that difficult. You scrub them and wash their hair, seeing them happily splash and play in the water. Some hate the water, they are like cats, trying to get away from the tiniest of drops, but you manage. There are one or two where Kurt has to help hold them in so you can wash them. The poor bamfs cry and try their hardest to get out, but only when they're clean. You give them lots of kisses when they're done, so they feel better. The little dears eventually stop crying, but they pout and are grumpy.

You like to play with them, you go outside and play on the playgrounds with them, the bamfs love slides. They're also little spiders, crawling on every single thing they can.

"Careful!" you called, one bamf climbed on the very top of the castle and chirped victoriously. The bamf seemed so proud of itself, but like that instinct you had, the bamf slipped and slid off the castle top and down to the wooden pellets that covered the playground. It landed on its back and its little body rolled over, the force of the landing turned it onto its belly.

A soft hic and it started to cry. You rushed over, Kurt noticed and teleported beside the little bamf as it cried. Its tearful cheeks damp as it reached up to you. "Awe it's okay...I'm here baby..." you cooed, holding the darling bamf close. It was a little dirty, but otherwise okay. Nothing broken, "You're gonna have one hell of a knot on your head later, sweetheart."

The bamf cried and buried itself into you, the others were concerned and slowed their play as you comforted the hurt bamf. "He's okay, liebe...just a little hurt." Kurt reassured, but the bamf didn't want to be put down and you didn't want to let it go yet.

"I know, I know...just let me comfort him..." you whispered to Kurt, whom backed off and let you do your thing. "Shh, sh...it's alright, you slipped, that's all. You're okay, little one..." you reassured the bamf and gave it a little kiss on the head, your hand gently soothing the sore spot.

Playtime didn't last much longer, you all went inside to clean up once again, and it was dinner time. You cooked and hummed, the bamf who hurt itself didn't leave your side, crying and wanting to be held constantly. You of course held it, the poor thing kept itself buried against you. The darling had a wrap around its head where it fell and you held an ice pack to the spot when you weren't stirring dinner at the stove.

Kurt occupied the rest, they couldn't use sharp utensils, but they helped season things. When dinner was served, it was a typical mealtime, they ate happily with little complaint unless it came to brussel sprouts and broccoli. You cleaned up, and came to the den to relax for the evening and enjoy their company...and Kurt's of course.

The bamfs colored at the table, most of their drawings were messy and childlike. The injured bamf stayed close to you, laying in your lap with the ice on its head. The pitiful bamf was extremely attached to you, and would sometimes make cries to get your attention when it wanted more.

Kurt stayed close to you, sighing down at the little bamf. "He's really attached to you, schatz...all of them are. They might love you more than me," he chuckled lightly, kissing your temple. The comment and kiss made you smile lightly, your heart beating a little quicker.

"Ah well...I just try to care for them the best I can." Your thumb was gently rubbing the bamf's cheek, the little one had fallen asleep in your lap. "I think it's bedtime, the others are quite sleepy too."

The rest were slow and sluggish now, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Kurt agreed, leading them all up to your bedroom. "Alright little ones...let's get you in your jammies." you hummed, holding up little onsies you made for them. Putting clothes on them for the first time was hard, but over the months, they learned to adjust. It was like putting clothes on a cat, they acted funny at first but as you learned the sizes and where the clothes were pinching, you figured out how to make the clothes as comfortable as possible.

They all slept in bed with you, but they had their own little corner where there was a big nest they slept in too. However, you couldn't deny them if they wanted to sleep beside you, especially the hurt one. So after you changed and got ready for bed, you slipped in and they all piled in after you. The injured snuggling close, then the rest came around and settled.

Kurt was behind you, his tail wrapping around your leg. "Comfy?" he asks you softly, and you nod in return. You were exhausted. The day was long and you were ready for bed. You had a little family here, and you couldn't be happier with your life. Kurt and the bamfs were your everything, and you were theirs.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images from Nightcrawler #5 (2014)

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Yondu would fucking deck a racist across the face.

He'd use his yakka arrow on them, flaming and everything.

Anyway, I'm still accepting requests

I have a shitton of banners made, I should probably start, like, watermarking them....

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I swear I'll answer asks tonight, just lemme

Lemme get my head straight

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I'm still here y'all, and accepting 1 characters per any ask or request just so I'm not overwhelmed too fast.

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ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the  trollsteineggje mountain in norway

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Still making banners, but accepting imagine/headcanon requests

I didn't forget about this blog, just didn't have the motivation to write. I am doing Monster Prom too, I have Damien and Scotts banners made already.

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Sleeping Together

Desc: Catching Zzz's with Scott Howl

~Have you ever shared a bed with a large dog?

~What about a large dog with hands and actual arms?

~That's Scott.

~Scott will fall asleep on his own side of the bed with his share of the blankets. He'll kiss the side of your head (regardless of whether or not you're dating) before he settles down.

~It doesn't matter what precautions you took or pillow boundaries you set beforehand, Scott will wind up on your side of the bed one way or another in his sleep.

~It doesn't matter what position he's in or whatever "anti-snore" shit he tries, he snores.

~If you try to move away from him, he'll hold you like a teddy bear and roll over with you. It's like a sleepy werewolf death-roll.

~The biggest blanket hog you will ever meet. Scott will take all the blankets he can get his hands on, then you with them. Your best bet is having a separate blanket stashed away in preparation for this.

~If you fall asleep on Scott, he'll wrap his arms around you and won't move the entire night.

~He's an extremely heavy sleeper, so good luck waking him up for any reason except cooking bacon. If he smells pizza or bacon, he's up and alert.

~Scotts like a heater, so you may not even need many blankets if you sleep with him.

~If he's sleeping good enough, he'll drool.

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First date with Coco bandicoot if you don't mind please? Thank you!

//I'm actually not comfortable writing this scenario with Coco. I think it's because while her age is ambiguous, the latest game makes her seem like a kid-kid.

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Daddy, Daddy~ Sundrop

Desc: Father Headcanons for Sundrop from Five Nights At Freddys Security Breach.

~Sundrop vocally dislikes overly strict or disciplinary parenting styles, preferring to take a gentle parenting approach. He respects his kids boundaries.

~He genuinely enjoys spending time with kids, but especially his own. He's the kind of dad to chill on his kids bed with them and watch videos together on their phones, or to plan child-daddy outings.

~You know those parents who whip out their wallets or phones to show pictures of their kids? Sundrop is that times 10. He's got photos for days, he has a key chain his child made for him, he's gushing about his child to anyone who'll listen.

~Sundrops a morning person, so he's up early every morning doing something, and on top of doing that something, he always makes breakfast for his precious kiddo. He'll be outside doing yard work all morning, but will always be inside about the time his kid gets up with their favorite breakfast.

~He's a bit of a neat-freak at home, and it can be a bit much at times. His child likely will need to sit down with him and make a cleaning plan so they can reach a fair compromise.

~Sundrop hangs up every single piece of art his child makes him, no matter how awful it is. He's always so proud of them and if its a picture of him, Sundrop may get a bit teary-eyed.

~Know matter how old his child is, Sunny kisses his precious kiddo goodnight.

~The amount of craft supplies in this house would make an art teacher envious. Glitter glue, Popsicle sticks, yarn of many colors, googly eyes, glitter gel pens, finger paint, he has it all. His craft supplies are also open to his child, and he LOVES when his kid crafts with him.

~So affectionate with his child, almost ridiculously so. Just, this scene sums it up perfectly. Just scooping up his child and spinning them around in the tightest hug possible.

~When he does have to get strict, it's obvious it pains him. He hates being harsh on his child, but if push comes to shove he has no choice, he will be HARSH. His child will be put in time-out and be getting NO DESSERT tonight. And he will cry about it later-

~As long as his child will allow him to, he'll carry them.

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Hey if your still accepting requests how about a scared s/o with crash bandicoot ^^

I am still accepting requests, but can you elaborate on what you mean please?

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On the note of reblogging from content creators…

I just don’t understand why people here have transitioned to preferring likes at all?? Like how could you just like… exist here and NOT want to fill your blog with things you love?? Like how do you see a post and think “WOW!!!!! This is so fantastic! I love it so much!!!!! …. I’mma give it a like tho because it’s cool but not worth spreading to other people.” Because THAT is the message you’re passing along to the creator when you like a post instead of reblog it. You’re basically telling the creator that their work isn’t worth sharing.

And as a content creator who pours my heart and soul into my creations, it fucking sucks.

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I'm now accepting Sundrop, Moondrop, and Glamrock freddy imagines

Gonna tag them....

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Uh, forgot about this blog....Ummmm.....have a funny headcanon i thought of at work last week.

Crash Bandicoot would support Black Lives Matter, but mistakenly puts BLT in his Twitter bio. Never corrects it and gets confused when people ask about it.

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Hello! Was wondering if you are still accepting requests? If you still are here’s a headcanon idea!

A headcanon where Crash’s S/O is extremely shy.

They tend to hide behind him whenever they get scared or see something that scares them. He will comfort them in anyway he can: holding their hand, endless surprise kisses, hugging, you name it!

Desc: Crash comforting a shy S/O

~The first time they ever hid behind him, Crash was a bit confused, not gonna lie. He stepped out of the way and stared at them for a second before they dove back behind him. Then he realized.

~Immediately after he put his arms out so nobody could get past him and obnoxiously began guarding his S/O. He wanted them to know they were safe behind him.

~Anyone who messes with them while their in that state is either gonna get kicked, or (if its Coco or Crunch) politely motioned to move and give space. His S/O will come out when their ready.

~In the meantime however, Crash will always reach a hand back for them and offer support when they meet new people. Honestly, his hands always there ready to lead them (or help them) into a new situation.

~The second their alone after that, he's so fucking proud of them! He cant' contain himself, he lifts them off the ground in the biggest hug and plants a kiss on their face as he celebrates the fact they tried a new encounter!

~Gets so used to his S/O being behind him that he instinctively puts his arms up when someone approaches, so they won't see them.

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I do headcanons/imagines mostly, so y'all feel free to put in some requests. My inbox is open, just make sure it's a fandom I write for

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I'm still here just no ideas to write for

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Daddy, Daddy!~ Hawks

Desc: Father Headcanons for Hawks from My Hero Academia

~Has the most embarrassing bird themed nicknames for all his kids, and uses them CONSTANTLY.

  “Hey Chickadee,” He says as he lands next to them in front of the school. “You forgot your lunch.”

~Hawks isn’t able to spend as much time with his kids as he wants to. When your trying to make a world where heroes have so much free time they won’t know what to do with it all, sometimes you have to make some difficult sacrifices.  He’s making this world safe for them at the cost of time with them.

~That being said, he treasures every second he gets with his kid, even if they don’t know it. Even the small moments, when his kid’s halfway out the door, he’s smiling. Hawks comes home late and leaves early most days, but he’ll always take the time to stop in his kids' room and kiss their head as they sleep.

~Flying lessons were crucial to him, and he took some time off work to ensure his kid knew sky safety. No matter what, he never let his child fall too far, and would catch them if they ever started to fall. Even if it took weeks, or months, he stuck by them always ready to catch them.

~That feeling never really went away. Hawks could be distracted by a billion different things, but he’s still prepared to catch his child. They could be his age now going through the worst time of their life and he’d be there, arms open and ready to help. They could be 2 years old trying to get somewhere they shouldn’t, and he’d be there to catch them. They could be 13 rejected for their dream school, and while the landing is hard, dads ready lessen the damage.

 ”The landings not always gonna be easy kid,” Hawks explained as he applied the last bandage to their knee. He planted a small kiss on the side of their head as they wiped the tears from their eyes. “ But its always better to take a few scrapes than to crash.”

~His agency knows better than to touch his kid. They tried once before and the meeting that followed was enough to have two guys quit. Hands off his kid. Its one of his hard limits.

~Hawks tells the worst dad jokes ever, and he does it with the most smug look on his face. 

~When he brings his child to the agency with him he always carries crayons in his pocket. Sometimes he’s reached in there and handed one to a fellow adult thinking it was a pen.