#i have a few friends locally but they're either too broke or too busy to do anything

[tiny-feisty-gay]

it’s 5am, i’ve been up for an hour because body decided it’s time for Awake and now i’m just sad about my lack of sleep

[sad rambling in tags, feel free to ignore]

[simpliao]

Right so, wedding has happened, it was ✨️beautiful✨️, bit now we need a bit little bit of mote comfort. Like maybe reader and jschlatt want to wait a bit longer till they have kids but like family members are like pressuring them?

i'll love you regardless ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : despite the fact the pair had taken time out of their busy schedules to attend one of schlatt's cousin's weddings, spending time with his relatives was incredibly daunting and uncomfortable. mostly because they're pretty damn adamant about her and her husband going unprotected.

info : implied sexual activity, mentions of condoms, overbearing relatives and fluffy, compassionate schlatt. she/her, afab reader.

a/n : and yet another part to this series ! i'm happy to see you're all enjoying it. the gif also is unrelated, I just thought it was pretty lol.

Married life, huh? Honestly it felt like hitting a reset on their relationship while already knowing every cheat code. The honeymoon phase coming back in complete full force; their actual honeymoon probably being even better than the wedding itself. Without the stress of organization, managing finances enough not to go over budget, trending on twitter or writing vows: it was complete bliss. She'd wake up to warm seasonal fruit crêpes, messages congratulating her of her union, and her favourite, schlatt himself. Seeing him let go completely, allowing every worry to wash away with every soak in their ensuite hot tub, and smiling much more openly and genuinely than ever she'd seen before. Not to say that he wasn't the guy to laugh and grin often, it was simply a testament to just how untroubled and cheery he was.

Those late nights, their room practically half made of glass so evening stars would be inconceivably bright; so many evenings at that resort were spent either drinking, or coddled up in his arms while she shared her minimal knowledge of constellations and meanings. Vividly, if she shut her eyes tight enough and let herself go just enough, she could still feel his strong embrace and have that wafting smell of nutmeg and slightly burnt caramel fill her senses; it was the best way she found to describe his scent that was uncharacteristically schlatt.

Her honeymoon, every little alone moment she had with her now husband, became a happy place for her to imagine when situations got especially uncomfortable or stressful. It had started fine enough, her and a handful of other females, some being the New Yorker's family while one or two being best friend's to the bride who was not present, all went to the local mall just to run errands for the bride. It started innocent enough, they weren't mean or unwelcoming and it really did feel like a regular girl's trip, that's all it was supposed to be.

That was until the group split up, and being that Schlatt wasn't exactly the best rememberer, he had completely forgotten basic necessities like deodorant, floss, and lip balm (lord knows he desperately needs it). She broke off with her husband's cousins as she was more familiar with them from her own wedding, besides, they were going to the drug store too and she needed to go anyways. Little had she known of what kind of conversations would go on, she would have gone to the other end of the mall to pick out tablecloths.

"I know you and him have so thought about it!" The taller female gushed at her side (being tall ran in the family), an almost crazed grin spread across her lips. "Cmon, like, you must have gone off birth control right? When I was your age, I was already pregnant with the twins!" One of the other cousins spoke proudly to her other side, being only a few years older than her. Y/n could only utter out a small no, we're not interested right now. What she did remark immediately upon meeting his family for the first time from much longer ago, was that all of them were already married with kids by twenty-five. Being that they were following in those steps, being just shy of that age and married, the pressure and questioning of children also augmented.

"So, you don't want kids?" "I mean we've both agreed that maybe sometime in the future–..." "So you are planning it! Ah, Mom would be so happy. We tend to be a bit of a fertile family though, and we come out big so be prepared..!" That then unravelled into the very graphic descriptions of how most members of the family were born, and what they did to the mothers afterwards. "Seven stitches later and here I am! Two bundles of joy added to the family." Stitches, especially in the area she described, sounded absolutely dreadful. Being that majority of the family have had a history of multiple births at a time, it almost made her sick thinking about how that'll happen to her. Her discomfort went very much obliviously unseen.

'oh, I forgot to bring condoms too lmao. pick some up while you're out please sweetheart.'

Excusing herself to explain that she needed to pick up things for her beloved, having him there to support her even from a distance was a blessing. But she dreaded having to hide buying them since all of her current company was convinced she was having a child no matter her protests.

'I can, although I'm scared what happens if I do lol.'

'what do you mean? Are you okay?'

'Physically I'm fine but I'm about to lose my mind, I'll tell you when I get back'

'I'll meet you back in the hotel room then, call me if it gets worse. love you.'

'love you too big guy'

A smile found itself curling upon her lips, although a pang of guilt stung at her chest, knowing that he was also out with some of the guys (likely the husbands of these women and groom himself). But she knew the minute they get back all she wanted was to collapse in his arms, tell him about all the graphic details shared to her about his family's going into labour stories. (Supposedly he was the biggest baby out of all of the cousins, 25 inches at birth.)

But that would be for a while, at least for the minute she'd be running errands with the girls. At least she could find some solace in the fact they were actually doing the task at hand while she broke off for the items as per her lover's request, a quiet moment alone even if she could hear them chatting away just a few aisles over. Unbeknownst to her, they were still gossiping about her and their cousin's love life; or well assumed family life now, since they were convinced the pair was trying. Although knowing their shorter (the whole family was abnormally tall) cousin, he wasn't the biggest on following family traditions (the display of written vows at what was supposed to be a catholic wedding was evidence enough). Not to say that everyone wasn't swooning when the surprise came.

It would have probably stayed as just had it not been for one of them spotting said lady of the hour walking down to the aisle where... Where the pregnancy tests were..! In a hush, she alerted the others of what she'd just seen, and as a group they stumbled over each other moving in sync and attempting to keep their voices unobtrusive; as silent as oversized mice. Peering into the aisle, the sight before them almost deathly shocking, they watched as she had pulled a box of condoms from off the shelf; rather than their wish of pregnancy tests. In reality, it shouldn't have been much of a shock considering all the poor girl had been answering this whole time was it's not really your business, or more likely, we're not ready for kids right now.

Yet it still left these overly enthusiastic and downright intrusive in-laws to become absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n hadn't even realized the bewildered audience until she heard the almost inaudible chaste gasp to her side; her heart sunk knowing the kind of earful she would be getting. They kind of stared at each other from opposite ends of the aisle until said in-laws dared to approach, "uh, Y/n? What are those?" The previously mentioned mother of twins asked with uncertainty, her tone akin to that of a child loosing its innocence for the first time. A sheepish grin grew across the woman's face, "condoms..?" "But, you guys are married?" The look on their faces were that of wrinkled brows and visible perplexity. "Yeah, but we don't want kids right now." It was like everything she said went through one ear and out the other, nothing seemed to stick.

"Is it our cousin? Do you think he's cheating on you? I swear he'd never, so protecting against STDs isn't necessary!" "Maybe they haven't gotten used to it without it?" "Then maybe she should poke holes in them then to make sure she could still get pregnant but have the feel of rubber?" They all discussed amongst themselves as if they were some sort of council to dictate the way she was meant to live her life with her husband. "No, no. We just don't want children right now." She had to bite her tongue as to manage her tone and not completely snap in half, these were still her in-laws and technically her family too. She didn't want to cause problems for Schlatt less than a year post-wedding.

"And I can't believe that. Children are a joy, why did you bother saying yes to him if you didn't want them? Is there something wrong with having children with him?" The sudden tone shift to an aggressive, offensive tone had her feel so small. Despite wanting to defend herself, she had to keep reminding herself that this was her husband's family. "Of course not, I love him–" "then why are you being so difficult?" Those words spoken with such contempt made her freeze up, the expectant glare of who was meant to now be family burnt up in confusion and frustration.

"I–, it's just not a good time for us." Her words spoken in such defeat, swallowing hard as she felt so outnumbered and alone. It wasn't long before she was lectured on how they were all ready, and she just had to do it. Y/n could barely stomach answering them in small hums of what they figured was now approval, success in their eyes. All she wanted was to go back to the hotel and see him, and so she bit her tongue and went along with whatever they had to say. They had practically snatched the box out of her hands and whisked it away back on shelves, replacing it with prenatal vitamins and morning sickness teas.

By the time she had gotten back to the hotel she had heard so much pregnancy and baby advice she had probably become an expert, if not, an extremely drained and tired expert. Being that she was no longer in any state to keep fighting when her in-laws instead to even the other bride's maids, she knew that trying to fight it was futile. Even if she attempted a weak smile and a silent shake of the head.

Pharmacy bag hung by her cubital fossa, she fumbled with trying to side the room key like a credit card, it flashed red in decline every time. It wasn't long before the anxious husband inside had heard these attempted openings and peered through the peak hole, his beloved obviously in a sour mood and unable to get inside. He quickly opened the door for her, and just seeing his face was a relief, she was in her happy place at last.

"Hey toots," he greeted as she walked by him to take off her shoes inside, he closed the door behind him as he could just see how mentally worn down she was. "what happened during shopping?" She took a glance at him to see his worried expression, a sense of guilt in knowing her ambiguous texts had likely made him fret needlessly. Her own expression twisted, "well um," she had to take a minute to figure out how exactly to word it, having gotten used to playing mute for the past half hour. Setting the plastic bag on the nearest available counter space, a certain bottle caught his attention as it showed just enough for him to read it.

"Pre-natal vitamins? Y/n, are you..?" This kind of happiness flashed his eyes and before she knew it he was wrapped her up in his arms. "Wait, wait! Schlatt, no, no, I'm sorry. I'm not pregnant." She nudged at his shoulders, he took the cue to push away but his mind buzzed with questions. "Your cousins made me buy it." She huffed out, eyes briefly taking a glance over at the almost jug sized bottle. "They were trying to convince me that we had to have kids now before it's too late and that we were married so we shouldn't used condoms and that our baby was going to be the size of a watermelon and I'd have to get stitches after..!" He pulled her in closer, just feeling the stress radiating off of her. "Hey, hey, darling, deep breaths. One thing at a time, what were my cousins doing?"

"They wouldn't listen to me. They were convinced we were planning on having kids and, god, they just kept stressing me out about it." He rubbed circles into the small of her back, a soft those fuckin' assholes being uttered from under his breath. "I'll be sure to talk to them about it." And knowing Schlatt, 'talking to them' meant cussing them out for making his darling worry and stress out like this. "But don't let them get to you alright? My family is overbearing at best, trust me I know this; their traditions mean nothing to me if they don't work for us. I love em, really do. But Y/n, you're my wife, and what you say trumps whatever they have to when it comes to our lives." His gravelly voice and rich accent never failed to ease her, comfort being a skill he's slowly been mastering thanks to her model.

"It's not even like I don't want kids, it's just too soon." "I agree, and it is your body sweetheart, you decide when's best because it effects you the most. We have a lot of time to think it over, and no matter what happens I'll love you regardless." She nuzzled into his embrace, "I'm sorry that you thought I was though, you looked so happy when you thought I was pregnant." A soft chuckle left his throat, "the more I think about it the more I'd like to postpone having a mini us, can't have someone be as pretty as you and as unhinged as me, you know? The world ain't ready for it. Besides, you know how much I hate to share." That much was true, jealousy was once one of their major fights, though it always stemmed from insecurities rather than distrust. "How about I run you a hot bath, you can relax, and we can both get some editing in so we can enjoy tomorrow properly?" "I'd love nothing more."

And while in said hot bath, muffled at the other side of the bathroom door she could hear her husband yelling in her honour at his own family. From just how stressed out she was coming back, and just knowing his cousins, he was absolutely livid in knowing they must've bullied her into that kind of submission. He refused to stand of any mistreatment towards his lover, no one would treat her like that so long as he was still breathing. It goes without saying that every one of those women approached her during the reception of the wedding to apologize.

And even though seeing nieces and nephews was fun, after discussing it some more they were sure that they would at least wait a couple of years. He assured her that he would absolutely love to have kids with her someday, but for right now he was more than satisfied with her being his.

[matriarchsdevotee-archive]

[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

Headcanon Prompts - Not Accepting

I've already amassed quite a few au's because I am always a slut for aus. Here's a primer on the ones I have written down atm:

Godhunter - An extremely self-indulgent Link dies au where Zelda, Durania, Saria, Ruto, Impa, and Nabooru escape and run a resistance movement to a now unchallenged Emperor Ganondorf. Basically me wanting to have my cake (Twilight Princess Telma resistance movement my beloved) and eat it too (badass nabooru running raids to break spells as the closest thing to a caster in the party that they're willing to sacrifice). Also Nabooru and Durania should be buds an I will die on that hill thank you all very much.

(Side note - I've also been using this tag for when Nabooru's been freed of the Twinrova's spell but Link hasn't gotten around to actually conf2ronting Ganondorf because it's basically the same vibes)

Tribal Business - The Mafia AU I predominantly write with my life partner, in which Nabooru and Ganon are coleaders of the Gerudo mob after their mother, Urbosa, died tragically in a fire. I mostly have this on here if I want to reblog aesthetics but I'm always down for answering questions. Long story short, Nabs emphatically does not do well in a morally nuanced environment and spends a good portion of her time drowning her sorrows in product. She's also dating Ruto (Daughter of a rival gang leader) in this verse but it's mostly a cover for why she hasn't had a kid, and she may or may not get wrapped up in a police sting perpetrated by Link, so. We have fun here

A Terrible Fate - Majora's mask au! The fates that be accidentally snagged the wrong overworlder and, before they could put her back, Nabooru had already fallen (and almost snapped her neck) In the land of Termina. The fact that she's rescued by two witches she could have sworn she killed, alongside the most dangerous traitor criminal in all of Hyrule and the man who broke her heart is a concerning state-of-affairs, but this is also the only verse in which she learns how to relax so six-one? Notably, this is the only au (currently) in which I ship nabsgan as an ongoing item.

Hear the Matriarch - I'm a slut for au's and I'm an even bigger one for morality au's. This is either a ganonless au or one in which he's been gone in Hyrule so long that Nabooru is, for all intents and purposes, chieftain. She keeps her religious fervor, but it twists her. The pain she's gone through in service to her goddess and people becomes the sacrament itself, rather than something that needs to be fixed for ht enext generation. She runs the tribe as a cult, consistently prostrating herself, but forcing others to do the same in service of the good lady of protection.

Good Fortune: Obligatory modern AU that I haven't done much with, but I feel like it's always important to have one. Nabooru dropped out of community college in favor of running an oddities/occult shop with her close friend, Aveil. She reads tarot cards, palms, and tea leaves, hosts the local Wicca coven (though she herself is not part of their chapter anymore), and generally tries to keep a safe place open in town for those just a little (or a lot) outside the usual social club.

[wearenot7withu]

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : fluff,bestfriends!au, friendstolovers!au

warning : maybe some swearing, a little bit of jealousy

word count : 2,420 words

summary : Do you know what’s better than summer? Having a summer job as a lifeguard. You are by the water, the sun is making you look tan and of course, your lifeguard partner isn’t a bad thing to see either. Luckily - or well not so much, you’re not the only one thinking that. Will the bad green monster come out or can you be on your best behavior?

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a/n : so here’s my jungkook as a lifeguard scenario. i hope you like it, your feedbacks are welcome. i really enjoyed writing this, tho i’m more of an angst type of girl so this was challenging for me. nevertheless i’m kinda happy with the outcome hope you are too ♥ also thank you for your feedbacks for the business trip 

July is the month of water. The perfect time to go to the beach, take a vacation at some seaside city, or if you don't have a seashore near you, you can enjoy the swimming pools at the local thermal spa. 

Since you were a child, you loved swimming. You were waiting all year round for summer so you can finally swim. So when you were nine years old, your parents signed you up for the local swim team, and in high school, you became part of the school's girl's swim club too. When your first working summer came, your choice was obvious. You applied to be a lifeguard, and ever since you were sixteen years old, you have come back every summer.

Your first two years went by uneventfully. The first year you got to know the other workers, so during the second year, you were already familiar with everyone. The third-year was a little bit interesting. Jeon Jungkook, the school's number one swimmer, captain of the boy's swim team, the boyfriend of the school's cheer captain joined your little lifeguard group. You two went to the same high school, enjoyed the same sport, but you’ve never really talked with each other. He was the top of the school's social ladder, and even though you were a swim captain too, you liked to be in the background. But that summer - which was already three years ago, oh God time flies by so fast - you two became friends. Best friends actually. You can imagine everyone's face when on the first day back in school he asked you to sit next to him and his friends at lunch. 

Before Jungkook, you had a few friends, was in a good relationship with everyone, and didn't despise anyone. But as said, that was before Jungkook. The first person you lowkey hated was Jiha, his girlfriend. She was a bitch to Jungkook, and even though he knew how to handle her behavior, you still didn't like her. Thankfully they broke up.  Jungkook dumped her before the winter formal and asked you to go with him - but strictly only as friends. Although life had another plan because by the time spring formal came, you were together.

Like it was said before, it's been three years since that. It's again a summer working as a lifeguard with your boyfriend, which is getting harder and harder every year. Have you seen his body? Besides having a masterpiece face, his body is just the cherry on the top, and sadly you're not the only one enjoying the view.

"You know, you're a lifeguard, right?"

A voice pulled you back into reality. You turned your head towards the source of the sound with a confused look on your face.

"Jungkook, we've been doing this for summers... I think pretty much the whole town knows that" you said matter-of-factly.

"But you can't save lives if you're daydreaming"

"I wasn't daydreaming" you defended yourself.

"Admit it, you were daydreaming about me"

"Keep on dreaming, pretty boy"

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Well, I'm not with you because of your brain" you smiled at him.

"Careful y/n or I might throw you into the water" You put your hands up in front of your chest, showing that you're stepping down from this fight. 

"I'm gonna go check the kids' pool" He leaned towards you to give you a kiss.

"Bring me a bottle of water on your way back please"

As he was walking away you looked around. You saw a few ladies' heads following your boyfriend, but you can't really blame them. As long as they're only looking, you're kind of alright with that. As you were waiting for your partner to come back, two girls started jumping into the pool. You blew your whistle, which made everyone look at you. You signaled an X with your arms to the girls, who only rolled their eyes. You hate these I'm the center of the world type of girls. They think the rules aren't for them. 

As Jungkook was walking back, he blew his whistle too. The girls were now giggling. He gave you the bottle of water and sat beside you.

"You know I was thinking" you hummed so he can continue. "I don't want us to come back next year" he shrugged.

"What? Why?" you looked at him with a surprised expression.

"Boys are looking at your tits, checking out your ass, and like yeah, I know they're good and everything but you're still my girl" he gestured around us as if you're not dealing with this same issue.

"Kook, those girls were just now giggling at your attention and are keep on jumping into the pool just so you can acknowledge them again" And because it was true, you blew the whistle. Again.

"And you're fine with it?" You shrugged.

"I'm not fine with their presence, but only because they're annoying. Those who only look at you are can't be blamed" you stood up and sat in his lap "You know, that's what you get for having this gorgeous badass lifeguard girl as your girlfriend" you kissed his cheek both side, then gave a little peck on his lips. "And that's" you pointed towards the jumping girls "what I get for having one of the towns most chased man as my boyfriend" 

He gave you a kiss, and another one, and another one. "They're still jumping" you sighed at that.

"Come with me?" With him, you arrived next to the girls. "I kindly ask you to continue your jumping at the swimmer's pool, this pool isn't for hopping"

"Oh, really?" the two girls looked at each other, then the taller one with light brown hair and tanned skin took a step towards Jungkook. "Can you show me where is that? I think I don't know" Calm down y/n.

"It's two pools away" you answered.

She took another step and now started to play with her hair. "I still don't know"

Jungkook stepped aside, lifted his arm and pointed towards the swimmer's pool "Right there, in front of you" The girl seemed to understand he's not interested. You smiled at her, with a smile which said HA! Told you to go away! 

The day went by after that calmly. A few kids crying, one person bumped into another underwater but nothing major happened. When your shift ended, you two went to take a shower - separately, of course, then Jungkook took you home to your parents' house. "You coming in?" you asked him.

"I promised my brother I will go with him looking for an engagement ring"

You squealed a little "Is he planning to propose Mayah?" He nodded.

You bid him goodbye with a kiss and went inside. You've been living together off-campus during school since starting college, but for the summers, you always go back home to your roots.

The next day you woke up a little later than you should've, which meant total chaos for the morning. On top of that, you didn't have time to eat, because when Jungkook pulled up in front of the house, you were still in your sleeping clothes.

"Your hair looks like you've been fucked through the whole night" greeted your dearest boyfriend. You rolled your eyes at that

"Yeah my other boyfriend visited" you said sarcastically. "Where are you signed today?"

After figuring out you weren't on the same pool duty, you didn't talk that much, not that you were in the car for a long time. "See you at clock-out" He gave you a kiss on your cheek and we said bye. 

Today you'd been paired up with Josie, she was your partner for the first time when you started back in the days. "Are you ready for the old people?"

Her question made you snicker. "I would rather be at the kids' pool for a week"

You replied with a sigh, and Josie erupted in a laugh. It's true, little kids might be louder and more energetic, but old people are on a whole new level. They usually want to play matchmakers for their grandchildren.

"So how you and prince charming have been?" you laughed at the name Josie gave to Jungkook.

"I still don't get why you're calling him that, but we're good" you nod your head with a fond smile on your face "better than ever actually"

"That's good to hear"

Your stomach made some strange noise, signaling it's time for food. You told Josie you're gonna go grab something to eat from one of the food stalls. As you were waiting for your kung pao, you felt someone's presence very close to you. When you turned around, arms were caging you and the familiar smell hit your nose.

"Thanks for the baguette babe, but how can you not know I don't like pickles?" What? What baguette?

"Mmmm what are you talking about Kook?" you grabbed your meal before turning towards him and motioning towards the benches.

"Your memory is not that good anymore, you're getting old" He joked, and you kicked his leg under the table which made him chuckle with a boyish laugh.

"I slept through my alarm Jungkook, I didn't have the time to eat or buy a meal until now" you sighed, somebody must've been trying to get his attention with this. You have to say this is a new boldness, like this has never happened before.

"I have a secret admirer!" you clapped your hands yaaay because my mouth was full.

After finishing your breakfast slash lunch, you went back to Josie. You asked her about her new job and talked about college. She told you some funny stories which have happened to her there and you laughed a lot. From time to time some elders came up to you, showing pictures or pointing towards their grandsons. Sadly for them, both Josie and you are taken so you had to decline their propositions. You would be surprised how disappointed they can be once they find out they plan won't work out. OR how persistent they can be, they can't take no for an answer. That's the two end, no between. When that happens, you feel better with either Jungkook or one of the male colleagues. They're pretty much all Jungkook's friend, which means yours are too.

Clock-out quickly came, and you were cleaning the pools where you were assigned through the day for the other shift’s workers. To get to the locker rooms, you have to go beside the pool where you're boyfriend is on duty for the day. You thought you two will go to the changing rooms together, but as you get there you only see Taehyung cleaning.

"Did Jungkook leave you in the dirt alone?" You beamed at him. He turned his head towards you with a smile but quickly replaced it with a confused expression.

"Why aren't you at the bar?" he asked,

"Why would I be at the bar?" You asked back.

"You left a note to Jungkook to meet you at the bar at 3" You pointed at yourself asking him that you left a note.

"I didn't leave any note, is the note here though?" Taehyung pointed towards the trashcan.

Thank God it was at the top so you didn't have to rummage through it. Reading the note, you didn't know if you should feel offended because he didn't recognize your handwriting, or to be furious because someone actually dared to ask him on a date. You crumbled the note in your hand and made your way towards the bar.

Arriving at the bar you saw your boyfriend and the girl from yesterday. That made your blood boil so much more than before. Poor guy was looking around, searching for someone - you, while the girl was trying to make a good impression on him. You counted to twenty in your head, so you wouldn't jump at the girl first thing. Jungkook's face lighted up seeing you, although he realized something's not right.

"Excuse me" you tapped on the girl's shoulder "I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't try to shoot your shot with my boyfriend." You stepped beside Jungkook, who automatically back hugged you.

"He wasn't really rejecting me though" You’re gonna tear this bitch hair out 

"Listen here you little - " a hand muffled your mouth.

"I didn't really give you the time of the day, I was just being nice and answered you" The girl's face turned red and stomped away from the bar.

"I should've known you wouldn't write me a letter" you hummed while turning towards him.

"Yeah, and you should've recognized my handwriting. I mean c'mon, how many times did I give you my notes in school."

Jungkook mumbled a quiet sorry. He looked like a kid, who was told not to eat any sweets until his vegetables were off from his plate. "What do you think about you, me, in my room doing a Frozen marathon?"

"Alright, but we have to stop at my parents' house first"

So that's what you did. After taking a shower Jungkook drove you to your childhood home. While you packed away your things, Jungkook had a quick chat with your dad  ... about the lawn? You said bye to your mom and joined the two men at the porch.

"I'm ready" you said hugging your dad. He tightened his grip around you and with a serious expression he said to Jungkook

"No funny business" For a minute neither you nor Jungkook could say anything.

You couldn't tell why did your dad say that, and Jungkook probably shit himself. He started to stutter when your dad let out a big laugh. Hearing his laugh, Jungkook also let out an awkward chuckle.

"Alright dad, bye" You said and pulled Jungkook by his hand to his car.

"What the hell was that?" Jungkook asked once you were in the vehicle.

You shrugged "it's not like he doesn't know we do funny business"

"Don't call it that" He commanded, which lead you to repeat it like ten times.

Arriving at his house you helped his mom to make dinner. Following dinner, you started to watch Frozen.

"You know I love you right?" Jungkook asked after a while.

You were already half-asleep, you didn't have the strength to answer properly. You mumbled a quite love you too and snuggled closer to him. You were happily asleep after only moments.

[derireo]

mafia au: personalities

disclaimer: some of them are aged up in the story (eg. juza is 20, itaru is 26). sakyo is aged down by a year!

Still kind-hearted despite the near death experience and her ex cheating on her with her friend. She wants to see the best in people who haven't lost her trust yet, but quickly turns at the toss of a coin she's wronged.

Trusts a bit too easily. This goes hand in hand with her kind hearted nature, but her gut feeling is almost always correct despite Sakyo and Itaru always complaining about her making new friends. She can't help it, she just really loves people!

An absolute charmer! Her empathetic, open and trusting personality makes it easy for strangers to fall for her; romantic or not. Again, Sakyo and Itaru hate this but they also can't seem to resist her.

Tough exterior. Of course, she's an ooey gooey cutie baby on the inside, but it's a bit difficult for people to see that when they first meet her after the incident. Her resting face doesn't showcase the best emotions, and when most of the characters first meet her or interact with her, she's either violent or staring blankly at them.

Easy to fluster depending on who is talking to her. She can easily brush off comments or questionable actions of affection depending on who she is with, but gets bashful when her combat skills are praised. So far, the only person who is able to fluster her so much to the point that she accepts all advances is Juza. He's a little devil!

Not much for talking. Considering his plans with Itaru that are revealed later into the story, Sakyo keeps his mouth shut when he doesn't need to talk. Despite that, Izumi tends to talk to him anyway whenever he's doing his job, and only responds with low hums or the nod of his head. Itaru is the lucky one and is able to maintain conversation with Sakyo due to their relation with one another. Some may find it surprising that when Sakyo loses his temper, he shouts real loud!

Patient. With how long he's been with Itaru, it's a wonder how he hasn't blown his top off. He lets things slide whenever someone messes up or whenever Itaru does a boo-boo, and even then, he keeps his temper under control when people are unreasonable themselves. The longest he had dealt with someone was probably around 2 hours, and they trashed his office in the meantime. He didn't order it, but Itaru broke the guy's fingers for him one by one.

Reliable. Sakyo is definitely someone you can depend on. He gets things done and he's able to keep you safe; it's what Izumi admires about him the most. He's the oldest of the group at 30, and takes it upon himself to care for the rest of them from any danger that's targeting them from the outside.

Austere. Along with responsibility comes stick up his ass Sakyo. He is strict when he needs to be, when his patience is running thin. He normally punishes Itaru and Tasuku whenever they're doing something stupid, but lets Izumi off the hook most of the time. Juza isn't his problem and lets Izumi dish out a punishment upon the youngest. If all four of them are being rowdy, he will put his foot down and make it very loud and clear that he isn't in the mood to fuck around.

Bit of a playboy. He's seen in one of the earlier chapters being unusually affectionate with Izumi despite only just meeting her. His attitude quickly snaps into something much colder a few minutes later, but the clear image of the docile girl leaning into the touch of his hand definitely warms up something inside of him. In another scene, he's chatting it up with some ladies at the local club Sakyo owns while the older man only watches in annoyance.

Loyal to the bone. He's been with Sakyo from the start, right beside him for a full 8 years ever since they fought and earned their way to the top of Yunliong. He is a bit rough around the edges when you first meet him, but once he warms up to you, he's protecting you with his life. Before Tasuku and Juza showed up, he was the one busy with watching Izumi when her bodyguards were occupied with something else. Sometimes he begs Sakyo to let him hang with her when he's bored.

Goofy and fucking lazy. Once you get past the cold exterior, Itaru's just a weird and lazy guy. Most of the time he's tasked with signing off papers that Sakyo has already read over and is required to go to meetings in the other blond's place. He absolutely hates it though and tries to avoid doing work whenever he can. His sense of humor is a bit weird too, so it's rare for someone to giggle along with him. Izumi loves it though.

The logic. When Sakyo's about to fall off the rails thanks to his patience running thin, Itaru takes charge and becomes the voice of logic and reason when in need of a plan. He's also a bit of Devil's Advocate, making sure everyone knows what they're thinking and saying and trying to let them know that their ideas suck balls.

Obnoxiously flirty, but only with Izumi. Gets on Itaru's nerves a lot because he's childhood friends with Izumi and is almost always seen taking care of her before Juza shows up. With how tight their relationship is, Tasuku always finds a random time to have his hand touching any part of Izumi he can reach and likes to give her kisses every now and then. His advances and flirtatious comments are normally brushed off by Izumi, but she does seem to enjoy his embrace whenever he offers himself up.

Wild card. I don't want to say Tasuku is crazy, but there is definitely something off about him. His mood switches depending on who he's interacting with, but most of the time he's with the group so his temper is subdued. Oddly enough, he always claims that he can feel his blood boiling whenever someone brings up Izumi's ex and friend, and when he fights' his terrifyingly playful.

Quite the thespian/trickster. He's great at masking his emotions and holding himself back when facing obstacles or people he doesn't like. He's good at reading between the lines and can adjust his expressions and moods to fit the atmosphere. Most people don't know he's toying with them until the last second and– crack. They're dead.

Morally grey & sadistic. Some things are only obtainable through bloodshed and death. Tasuku would do anything to keep his group safe, and he did. He was only 17 when he killed his first victim, but it was only because that victim was planning an uprising against the people he swore his life to. Those who are evil only deserve suffering and death; so he serves them both with a smile on his face.

Soft hearted. Even though he's quite the scary man, there is a small place in his heart where the group has resided in. They're his family, and have been for a long time. He may not be the best person to be around, but he tries to show his love and affection through all different means.

The youngest of the group at 20, he still acts like a kid around the other four when he's feeling particularly bratty or bored. He tends to get on the men's nerves more often than not with how close he is to Izumi, and he takes full advantage of it. He knows he's got it better than them! Yes, he's going to rub it in their faces! He's childish & petty like that because the men give back the same energy when he's around.

And surprise! He's an even bigger flirt than Itaru and Tasuku! Again, only with Izumi! She's the first woman he meets in a while after maybe a year of squatting here and there. With how Izumi easily takes him down and steps on him sets something off in Juza, and with a little more coaxing with Izumi's kindness later on, he's attached. He's clingy and absolutely cunning, having Izumi in his lap not even two hours later when they're back at the new hideout.

Obedient. Assigned as Izumi's pet by Sakyo, he listens to (almost) every command of hers. He stays by her side 24/7 despite the protests and complaints from Itaru and Tasuku and is constantly waiting for Izumi to give him the go to finally kill those two or something to shut them up. He's pretty docile though, when Izumi needs him to be, and doesn't talk unless he's told to.

Shameless. Yeah, so along with flirting with Izumi, he is not at all afraid of touching her inappropriately when in public. He's notorious within the gang for always having his hands on her waist or his face buried in her neck. They also sleep on the same bedroll and he clings onto her like a pillow. He's not afraid to show that he's attracted to her, and with his onslaught of advances, he eventually makes Izumi see him a bit differently.

Exhausted! Always! When he was first introduced in the story, he had just woken up from a nap when he held Izumi hostage at knife point. Juza loves napping and sleeping and takes every chance he gets to rest when there isn't serious things going down. He's still awfully dangerous when half asleep.

[skzluvs]

Strawberry Cheesecake 🍰; Han Jisung

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Reuploading this one cause it had too many mistakes!

She tasted the saltiness of the caramel Frappuccino she ordered next to her a strawberry cake her ultimate favorite.

"So tell me Y/N how's school" Chan asked with a smile while he sipped his iced americano.

You where sitting at table in a vintage local coffee shop surrounded by aesthetically pleasing neon signs and flowers.

"You know being a college freshman is way harder than I thought" You sighed looking at him. Discomfort written all over your face.

“I know that face you make when something is troubling you, what it is exactly? I truly doubt is school related" He spoke softly.

" I swore I wasn't going to fall for him Chan, then tell me why I can't take him off my mind" You almost banged your head on the table as a sign of frustration.

You just couldn't understand why he made you feel that particular way and why exactly had to be him the one who everyone wanted the one you absolutely just couldn't have.

“He just has that effect on people Y/N"- Chan laughed showing his cute dimples.

" He truly does but that's not the point Chan you are supposed to be my friend and tell me to stay away from him before I fall in deeper"

Chan knew him they're weren't exactly close but they both shared American literature and that means they have talked here and then. Also they share a lot of things in common for example they were majoring on the same career.

" I can't do that sweetheart because indeed I'm your friend and if you like him I guess I support it"- He raised his shoulders innocently.

" Christopher Bang Chan! I never said I liked him to begin with and second of all you are such a bad friend this is why Woojin will always be my favorite"- You replied to him with annoyance raising your voice a little. Causing some customers to look at you.

Yes, you had the guy on your mind 24/7 but you just couldn't afford to like him. It was not safe, there were a million reasons why you couldn’t fall on that trap and mainly because you didn't wanted to become another one of the so called “fans” he has too many of those already.

" I feel disrespected but let me remind you woojin is still mad at you because you ate his precious chicken" He snapped back.

"What part of I was drunk both of you don't understand I was about to passed out and that chicken was the only thing that was on the fridge it was totally not my fault in fact you guys should do the groceries more often just saying" you responded with a sassy tone.

You were too busy fighting with Chan to noticed that a group of guys entered the coffee shop. And in that small crowd of young boys the protagonist of your chaotic nonexistent love life.

" Y/N I think we are missing the point here" He said trying to go back to the initial conversation.

" And that is..." You said waiting impatiently for him to answer.

" To admit that you do like him" a grin spread across his face.

You wanted to beat him so hard for being such a cheeky bastard.

"Fuck you Christopher I'm just going to pretend I didn't heard you assume my feelings like that" You scoffed in disbelief.

" What are you so afraid of though" he questioned raising an eyebrow at you.

" I already told you. First of all he's never going to like me back we only talked like twice and that's only because my clumsy ass bumped into him in the library"

" Don't you guys share a clase together" Chan asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

" Yes economics, but you know Mr. popular sits in the back surrounded by girls who are staring at him all day admiring his beauty while on the contrary I have to sit on the front so I can actually listen to Wilson talk about Adam Smith and his invisible hand of capitalism for an hour straight"

" Sounds like fun" he repeated mocking you.

" Today you are acting like a real asshole and I'm questioning why I'm still friends with you"- You said sending him a dead stare.

"I guess someone not in the mood for jokes" He said grinning.

"I'm just stressed out okay!"- You growled.

" Well I'm just going to say, you can keep denying it all you want I know you better than anyone else and unfortunately I can tell you are already in love with the poor man"

Mental note never talk about your love life with Christopher Bang because he has no fucking clue about anything else but music.

" When did you gotten so wise ? clearly never because all you are saying is nothing but bullshit" You crossed my arms in denial.

" Whatever you say Y/N. Why haven't you eaten your strawberry cake yet this matter must be really affecting you today because you tend to devore that thing in seconds"

The straberry cheesecake was just there sitting lonely on the table dripping the red syrup while the big chunk of straberry on top was slowly melting. You stared at it lost on your own thoughts.

There are too many reason why is even risky to think You were to like him but You couldn’t help to suppress a smile when You thought about him laughing or just walking confidently along with his friends through the hallways. You felt like a high schooler all over again having this secret crush on someone who can be seen as unreachable.

To you he was a like a shinning star in a sky, someone I wished upon up every night knowing that even with my extended hands I was never going to be able to touch because he felt too high for a simple mortal like yourself.

" HEY BANG CHAN"- a voice called for my best friend who rapidly turn his head looking for the owner.

You stayed there frozen In your place you could recognize that voice anywhere Seo Changbin one of the richest and most admired guys in school and of course for my misfortune his best friend.

“Hey Seo how you been?"  He asked while greeting the boy with a typical handshake.

There was no surprised that Changbin was talking to Chan they're both Music Majors, talented creative, self producers who were extremely passionate about their career unlike you who selected probably the most boring and time consuming career it could possible exist.

That's correct You were a Med student. Exciting knowing You’ll probably die before I get the chance to graduate.

"I've been well but actually I wanted to talk to you about a song I've been working on, do you maybe want to help me with some tracks ?” He asked directly and I could've sworn I heard Chris gasp.

" Of course mate I would love to" He replied with that beautiful smile showing off his dimples once again.

" I'm actually not that busy right now do you mind if we go to my place and work on it I barely started the beat" Changbin suggested.

" I don't mind I'm not busy either" Chan said immediately.

" Then let's go! can't wait for you to hear it" Changbin said turning around quickly.

You turned to face him for the first time since he got here, they were just talking comfortably as they pretended You wasn't even there but honestly You didn't mind at all, that's what happens when people with similar interests get together also nor You wanted to interrupt their personal conversation.

" I'm leaving Baby! I'll see you tomorrow I'm sorry we couldn't finish talking about you know what but I'll treat you to dinner next time"- Channie said while taking his jacket from the chair and standing up to follow Changbin.

" Don't worry about me, have fun with your new friend" You gave him a smile before he disappeared through the crystal doors of the coffee shop.

And then you came back to your thoughts while you kept on staring at my favorite dessert that didn't look as appetizing as before when you purchased it about 30 minutes ago.

As you was having this mental battle of trying to figure out my feeling for the dark haired boy you didn't even noticed that someone approached your table and stand there looking directly at you.

" Y/N" A sweet voice called out your name taking me out of your trance.

"Huh"- You said looking up confused.

That the minute your heart stopped for a couple of seconds and suddenly You forgot how to properly breathe. The most beautiful man was standing right there next to you with his hands on his pockets and his beautiful brown hair styled to the side. He was wearing sweatpants and a red hoodie but he still looked like a model.

"Can I sit here or are you waiting for someone" He asked offering that smile you always end up falling for.

Was he actually talking to you? You questioned mentally. You don't even know each other like that You wonder how is it possible that he even knows your name maybe he has a good memory and remembers you as the girl who tripped with the books on him on the library.

“God why did my mom had to made me uncoordinated” you said unaudible feeling your ears burn in embarrassment.

Your hands were sweating and You couldn't get the words out of your mouth you was suffocating on them.

" You can sit" you said rushing your words as you could spitted fire. If Chan ever needed a back up rapper you think you could do the job.

He proceeded to pull the chair in front of you and plopped himself on it while putting his elbows on the table and resting his cheeks on his hand his eyes looking directly at me. You instantly broke the eye contact and focused your gaze on that strawberry cheesecake again.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes were neither of you made a sound until he decided to end it.

" Y/N i need to ask you something" His sweet voice sounded a little preoccupied.

" What is it" It was so hard for you to pretend to play it cool in front of him. The one who haunted you even on your own sleep a place where you thought it was safe. But not anymore.

"I know we haven't talked much but I found you really interesting" He scratched the back of his head nervously. "what I'm trying to say is that I would really like to get to know you I mean if that's okay with you of course" He said so fast no wonder why he's actually a rapper.

The red of your cheeks were just as the color of the strawberry syrup from that cake. How was you supposed to answer that while not long ago you was rejecting any possibility of liking him.

" I know this question might sound stupid to you but why me? You know there's absolutely no one in this one who hasn't fallen for you yet" I questioned still unable to believe on his words.

" Oh I know there's one, You are the only one who hasn't" He said obviously.

" So you are saying you find me challenging because I can resist to your charming face " you raised an eyebrow starting to feel offended you clearly wasn't going to be a game to him.

" Not quite I'm saying you are different and I like that maybe you don't realize it but even if the whole world liked me I would still only look at you, I mean I have been since you came in late the first day to Wilson's trying to fix yourself because you looked like you ran a marathon to get there" His laugh overflowed the whole room.

"Excuse me but my alarm didn't worked that morning and I didn't even got to eat breakfast so yes I ran my way all over there sorry I didn't looked presentable to your eyes but some people don't want to be late on their first day" You snapped back messing with him a little.

It was comfortable being with him like this right now. Something told me you was going to cherish this moment forever.

"I never said you looked bad in that moment I thought wow that messy girl is the prettiest one I've ever seen" A smirk spreading across his face.

"Are you just trying to cover up the fact that you literally just roasted me" You said laughing.

" Hey I didn't!” He said puffing outhis cheeks and You must admit he looks adorable every time he does that.

“By the way I was also meaning to ask is strawberry cheesecake your favorite as well?” He asked looking at the almost melted dessert.

" Yes it is. I have tried many variations but I always come back to this old friend, trust me I can eat strawberry cheesecakes for life I just haven't eaten this one because I was too distracted"

"Mine too! I love all kinds of cheesecakes to be honest with you, but no other flavor can surpass the deliciousness of the strawberry one. I must say it's my favorite because in some way it reminds me of you"

"How so" You asked curiously trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

" It's really sweet but not to the point my teeth would hurt and the juicy texture of the strawberry just melts with the cheese and the cookie crust that's kinda how you are Sweet enough for me to like you with a twist personality that makes it even more fun"

You grabbed the fork and cut a piece of the cake while You shoved it on his mouth.

"Just be quiet for a moment you are being cheesier than the cheesecake" You said pointing at the plate while laughing at his sudden confession.

“Mmm this is delicious” He said savoring the taste on his lips. Liking them slowly in a teasing way.

“By the way, just for the record I was the one who purposely bumped into you at the library I'm sorry I had to grabbed your attention somehow" He winked at you with a smirk.

"JISUNG" You yelled at him.

You both talked about many things that afternoon but one thing you would never be able to forget is how his lips also tasted sweet like that strawberry cheesecake you shared.

[no-goddamn-cilantro]

I got a bug, so I decided to write this ridiculous nonsense.

Adventures in Babysitting

The ship hummed softly as the power-down sequence began, and Rocket was quick to hop out of the pilot's chair and make his way back to the makeshift child seat Gamora insisted he use. Something-something safety, something-something, blah-blah-blah, whatever.* Groot's safety is and always will be number one, but it's insulting that she thinks a glorified bucket with a seat harness is going to do shit. Rolling his eyes to himself, he lifts the "baby carrier" by the handle and disembarks, wincing in the bright sunlight on Peter's home world.

He probably should have told Peter he was going to come, see if the guy had any family to visit. Ah well. Too late now, time to meet his old pal to drop off the kid before getting down to business.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dyn Jarren was, to put it mildly, exhausted. After Sporog, there had been nine other planets, either too hostile or where they were too easily found. Nine.* So he'd decided to... Branch out a bit. Hit the next Galaxy over- he had contacts there, a Mandalorian covert hiding away on the moon of some backwater planet called Terra where the locals had barely managed to intrude on the dead rock, let alone notice the comings and goings of the refugees on their own moon. One of these Terrans had even gained that most precious of commodities years ago, the Mandalorian's trust.

There were three shootouts, a target's gills getting infected with fishrot, and said Terran actually convincing the target to be encased in Carbonite willingly. It was a wild four days, but the man was trustworthy, never having breathed a word of what happened during his "spirituality retreat."

Landing in a tucked away copse of trees near his contact's current location, he hefts The Child into his arms, turning his head to shush him gently.

"None of that. It's faster if I carry you."

Without another word he disembarked down the gangplank and set off at a brisk pace, following the coordinates in his helmet's display.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keanu was sitting in the sunny Northern California early afternoon, dozing off if he were to tell the truth, at the rather larger home than he really needed that had been rented for the next week. He wanted plenty of room for Rocket and his young ward to explore and relax though, so this was his best option. It was secluded, no neighbors for miles, with a dense forest to the back and miles of vineyards in lieu of the missing neighbors.

A coo only a few feet from him caused him to jerk fully awake suddenly, eyes opening to see a man he'd never expected to see again and- was that a child?

Standing, he greeted the unexpected guest from outer space with a pleased smile.

"Mando! Man, wow, it's been like- six years? How are you? And who's this little guy??" As he approached his face broke into a more intimate grin as he made eye contact with the tiny green child, delight lighting up his face as The Child gifted him with another coo.

The Mandalorian, for his part, gives a neutral hum that borders on pleased. "This is The Child. We're currently hiding from parties that want him dead- or worse. I was hoping we could lay low here for a while- is that alright with you?"

Keanu, for his part, is astounded at that story, but the only question that passes through his lips is, "Mando, have you not... Named your kid?"

Despite being able to see exactly none of the Mandalorian's face, he can practically feel* the other man's blush. "... It hasn't been important so far."

"Mando!"

"Keanu." Unexpected, deadpan snark from his friend, but he rolls with it. Abruptly, he remembers his manners and invites them hurriedly, offering food and beverages. Dyn declines both for himself, but soup for The Child if he has it. Keanu does and quickly begins heating some on the stove. While that's working, he tries to figure out how to tell the bounty hunter about his other, expected visitor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As it turns out, the Mandalorian wasn't terribly fussed about his having other guests, so long as they didn't try to harm either the man or the* child, though the Terran man was subjected to a hard stare he couldn't see but could definitely feel when he mentioned his other guests were "a little unusual-looking."

Rocket, true to form, didn't bother with knocking, though Keanu was openly relieved he used a door at all for entering the abode. The bipedal raccoon, on the other hand, was distinctly and obviously uncomfortable. With a blatantly false smile across his snout and speaking through his teeth, Rocket jerks his head a few times back towards the living room from the doorway of the kitchen where he'd abruptly halted.

"Hey, Neo, need to talk to you real quick. In here. Away from the bounty hunter."

The implacable stare of the helmet followed them out of the room and until they turned the corner, Rocket leading his friend halfway up the stairs leading to the bedrooms. Before Keanu can speak, Rocket is standing- somehow- on the railing and gripping the collar of his jacket, pulling him close to mutter threateningly in his face. "I don't know what that guy has told you, but I don't have any more bounties on my head. I went straight, we all went straight, we're doing good now. I won't let some Mandalorian asshole with out of date information skin me for credits, you got it?"

"I'm not here on a bounty."

Both man and raccoon in the stairwell jump, looking down at the Mandalorian standing with crossed arms. He continues, unperturbed by the blatant hostility of the raccoon that scampers down the stairs to stand eye to... Well, hip, until he takes advantage of the banister again. "I'm just laying low for a while. Needed a place to hide. Keanu mentioned you were coming." At the last sentence Rocket glares back at the man, before Mando dryly adds, "We were unexpected. You weren't."

Keanu decides that he needs a strong mug of tea.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So once helmet-head and his little goblin child are settled in the dining area, Rocket goes to collect Groot and his- bucket, no, carrier- from where he'd left him napping in the sun. He is completely unsurprised that his own little monster child has managed to escape the prison of the child seat and is frolicking in the yard after a butterfly or some shit. Rocket allows himself the barest moment of tender enjoyment of watching Groot just be happy, before he knuckles up and shouts across the open lawn.

"Hey Groot, come meet your babysitter! I don't got all day, hurry it up!" The tree person- is he a shrub right now? He's small enough to be a shrub- comes scampering across the yard, stopping in front of Rocket, crossing his arms, and indignantly huffing.

"I am Groot."

"Yes, you do. I can't leave you on the ship by yourself for a couple of days."

"I am Groot!"

"Because I'm the adult and you're not right now."

"I am Groot?"

"Keanu. Don't give me that look, that's his real name."

"I am Groot."

"Look who's talkin'! You think either of us have room to be critical of someone else's name?"

"... I am Groot..."

"That's what I thought. Now c'mon, he's waiting inside and he made you food, so be grateful."

He takes his ward's hand, leading him inside. More to himself than anything, he mutters, "But Keanu is a weird fuckin' name..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The second meeting with the children present goes much smoother than the first. They sit and share a meal- with the exception of Dyn Jarren, who answers endless questions about Mandalorians, his helmet, his weapons, and anything else Rocket can think of to annoy him with, with a remarkable amount of patience- if not without more of the snark Keanu witnessed earlier. The fathers then send their children to play, with stern warnings about not leaving the yard that are, the Terran is sure, going to be completely ignored. He has to grip Mando's sleeve to get him to sit and stay after some noises of play begin and the man slightly panics.

Rocket, for his part, decides to refuse to be this much of a worrywart over Groot upon observing the bounty hunter's near-palpable anxiety over his foundling.

Keanu decides to get into the practicalities of the next few days, asking what each child likes to eat, when they're supposed to sleep, and what discipline they're used to, ready to take notes.

Both Mandalorian and raccoon stare at him blankly after the first question. He tries again, starting with what he thought was the easiest question.

"what time do they generally go to sleep?"

"Uhhh, Groot just sorta passes out when he's tired. Usually about... 9ish? I guess?"

"Does he nap during the day?"

"How'm I supposed to know, I'm workin'! He just sleeps when he's tired."

"Mando?"

The bounty hunter's shoulders drop slightly in what might be classed as defeat. "He sleeps all the time in about two hour chunks, then he's up for about five." When the Terran blinks at him in what looks a lot like confusion, he sighs. "I've tried getting him to sleep longer, but unless he ends up using his abilities, it's just not happening."

Keanu nods in what appears to be deliberate lack of judgement, making notes on either side of his page. Rocket snatches the paper almost as soon as he's done with his bedtime notes, barking a laugh at the name given for The Child.

"Mando Jr.? Really, bounty hunter? You couldn't come up with anything better?"

"... I didn't come up with it."

"So what's his real name?"

"... It's not important. That'll do for now."

And so the conversation went, discipline being a similarly baffling subject for both of them. When it came to food though, they found surprising common ground.

""Frogs.""

Keanu made a continue gesture after they both looked at each other in surprise, before Rocket jocularly punched Dyn on the shoulder. Dyn, for his part, just seemed exhausted. Keanu could relate.

"Soup. Small bits of meat... Mushrooms. Insects if he can catch them."

"Groot'll eat anything, kid's a trash compactor. We done here?"

Keanu is more than happy to finish out the conversation there, releasing them to go check in on their kids before headed out. Sometime in the last few hours, Rocket had decided a Mandalorian was pretty good backup for what he was doing and asked if Dyn would like to come along. The bounty hunter had sighed heavily before nodding his agreement.

Which brought them back around to the sitter conversation that now had Keanu reaching for the tea kettle again.

It was going to be a long three days.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keanu, for his part, was pleased to discover Groot had no problems retreating to his and Rocket's room at 9pm for bed. The Yiddling, as was the name that seemed to stick for the sitter, was another story.

He whined, he grizzled, he even squealed a time or two. The Terran just kept calmly holding the kid and bouncing gently, singing half-remembered lullabies to the child as it slowly, eventually, tired itself out. Keanu very gently lowered the child into the crib he'd acquired from the bounty hunter's ship before they left, taking the three steps back to his bed to collapse backwards into the sheets and blissfully drop off after hours of soothing a fussy toddler who could move things with his mind.

For two hours. Then the crying began again.

It was a long night for everybody, and the sitter was more than happy to go start the coffee pot just as the first fingers of sunlight began to creep over the treetops behind the house. By the time he had breakfast prepared for the two children under his care, the kitchen was bathed in golden morning sunlight. The two ate well, then his little tree-like charge turned to him with a stubborn tilt to his head.

"I am Groot."

"A nature walk? Why?"

"I am Groot!"

"I somehow really doubt the forests of Earth are your ancestral home."

"I am Groot!"

"... You know what, an excellent point. You two can find all the frogs you like and I won't have to attempt to catch any for you. We'll go in a little bit, okay? I need to pack you both lunches in case we're out for a while, and I need to put together that thing."

"That thing" was, in fact, a jogging stroller for doubles. A quick overnight delivery after the arrival of not one, but two children in his care necessitated it, and it had arrived promptly at 8am. He cleaned up after his little charges, helped them both wash their hands in the sink, and then sent them to play for a while as he carefully read the instructions for assembly.

One hour, two bandages, and a hurried, "don't repeat that!" tossed in a nosey Groot's direction after some overheard profanity, and the babysitter had the stroller ready. He packed two quick lunches based on the Yiddling's preferences- as his was the more specified, and Groot really would eat anything, including the plate- and got them all out the door, a bag of essentials that he resolutely would not call a diaper bag tucked into the very-convenient compartment beneath the seats of the stroller and took them down the path that had a trail head right there in the backyard. Keanu decided Groot really did have an excellent idea with this.

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Two hours later Keanu was smugly pleased with both the nature walk and the double stroller. Both kids were passed out asleep in their stroller seats, snoring gently with the remains of their lunches clasped gently in sticky fingers- twigs? Claws? Fingers was just easier for Keanu's exhausted but triumphant brain- and resting lightly in their laps. He was now taking a leisurely stroll back to the house, enjoying the peace as much as communing with nature.

And so that's how the three spent the next several sleep-deprived days. Breakfast, stroller, wander through nature (one extremely disturbing frog-hunting hour around a pond that he's never mentioning to another living soul except for maybe their parents) lunch and afternoon naps, playing tag and other such games in the yard, dinner, and then a fraught bedtime with the little Yiddling.

When their parents returned, Rocket was nearly bowled over by an excited Groot, being squeezed happily by suddenly very long toddler tree arms. The Mandalorian was passed The Child by a tired but very happy Keanu, who reported to both parents that they were good kids and behaved. Mando was surprised in equal measure by both the Yiddling- he was keeping that name for him, thank-you Keanu- falling asleep in his arms immediately, and the sitter in question's flabbergasted stare that soon melted into a soft, gentle smile.

As they each departed for their ships after what was decidedly a warmer and noisier splash than The Mandalorian had wanted to make on this planet, they were both secretly pleased at just how comfortable their children had been with the Terran, and at how well they'd been able to work together.

Perhaps they'd have to do this again sometime.