parkedthecar

[traveler-at-heart]

Babysitter Club

Summary: Natasha is taking care of the Barton children and has unexpect help.

Natasha Romanoff x Super Soldier F!R

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Being an aunt was fun. Natasha got the cool moments and could spoil Clint’s kids. They adored her.

But, being on babysitting duty after a grueling mission was definitely not fun.

Natasha had barely managed to get out of bed when Cooper and Lila came out of nowhere, straight to her.

“Children, no running” Clint said, chasing after them, Nathaniel in his arms.

“Auntie Nat, can we go to the zoo?”

“No, to the movies. Or bowling!” Cooper suggested, both children fighting to get Natasha’s attention.

“I…” she blinked several times, trying to wake up. Did she say she’d take care of them?

What day was it anyway?

“Ok, you two go and sit over there” Clint asked, pointing at the couch. He approached Natasha, and the baby smiled when he saw her.

“Hey, little one” she greeted, taking him in her arms. “Boy, you’re growing too fast”

“Are you sure you can take care of them? You look like you could use some sleep” Clint said.

“Yeah, no. It’s fine” Natasha nodded, swaying gently to appease Nathaniel. Though the movement was making her sleepy as well. “Go”

“I’ll be back later today” he promised, saying goodbye to his children.

As soon as he left, Cooper and Lila turned to Natasha, expectantly. It took her a minute to understand.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“Pancakes!”

“Ok, coming right up”

It was hard to balance a toddler in her arms while she found all the ingredients for the food, so it took her a good five minutes to have everything ready. Cooper and Lila were clearly getting restless, making Nathaniel upset too.

“Hey”

Natasha turned around. You were looking between her and the two kids.

“Y/N, hey. These are Clint’s children. Sorry about the noise, we’ll keep quiet, right?” she rushed to say, figuring you came to the kitchen to complain about the disturbance.

“Need a hand?” you offered instead, surprising her. 

Truth be told, even after a few months with the team, they knew very little about you, other than you were a super soldier and had worked as a double agent reporting for Fury for most of your career.

“Sure” she said and you took Nathaniel, balancing him expertly while you got the pancake mix ready with your other hand. He took a liking to you instantly and you chatted with him, talking about what you were doing while preparing the food.

Natasha looked at you, amazed. You, the person who would only nod to confirm instructions and stayed in your room for most of the time, looked soft and welcoming and charming with a baby in your arms.

Oh, no.

Natasha liked it.

Liked you.

“We have a problem” you turned to her and she snapped out of it.

“Huh?”

“Diaper emergency. Can you…?”

“Yeah, sure” she nodded, taking the baby to the living room. Lila took the opportunity to get closer to you.

“How you doing? Lila, right?”

“Yeah. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N” you said, flipping the pancake expertly.

“Wow! That was so cool, can you teach me?”

“Sure. You’ll do the next one, how about that?”

By the time Natasha finished changing Nathaniel, Lila and Cooper were standing next to you, and taking turns flipping the pancakes while you cheered them on. Once breakfast was ready, Lila took your hand and led you to the table.

“Do you work with Dad?”

“Mhm” you nodded.

“And what’s your power?” Cooper said, excited at the idea of watching something new.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, kiddo. I’m a little bit stronger than most people”

“Can you carry us both in your back?”

You grimaced, pretending to think about it.

“Yeah, maybe. We’ll see about that later. Wanna go to the lake? We can feed the ducks, throw some stones”

“Can we, aunt Nat?” Lila turned to her, excited at the idea of feeding ducks.

“Well, auntie Nat could stay and take care of Nathaniel for his nap” you offered, noticing the woman was struggling to stay up. “We’ll bring her the coolest rock we can find so she’s not sad for missing our little trip”

The kids cheered on, eating the rest of their breakfast in record time. Natasha approached you while you picked up the plates.

“You sure about this? I really appreciate it but you don’t have to…”

“It’s fine. I know yesterday’s mission was exhausting” you said, placing your hand on Natasha’s back to reassure her. She was standing between you and the kitchen counter, enjoying the proximity a little too much. “Take a nap with Nathaniel and I’ll take care of Lila and Cooper. How about that?”

“I owe you one” she smiled, taking Nathaniel back to her room.

A few hours later, she woke up to a message on her phone. The kids were enjoying the day out, so you came back to prepare some sandwiches and were now eating by the lake. You had also left some extra food for her in case she got hungry.

Natasha’s heart fluttered at your thoughtfulness and hurried to meet you and enjoy the rest of the day.

“There’s aunt Nat” you greeted as she approached you, smiling. Lila was sitting on your shoulders while Cooper threw rocks at the lake.

“Check it out, Y/N taught me how to skip stones!”

Natasha stood by the lake, while Cooper showed her. You walked to stand next to the redhead.

“Forest fairy, do you have it ready?” you reached for something. Lila gave you a small bouquet of wildflowers that you both had gathered on your walk and handed it over to Natasha.

“Thank you” she said, hoping you wouldn’t notice her cheeks turning pink.

“Yeah, uh… pretty girls deserve pretty flowers”

You set Lila down, and she ran to play with her brother. Nathaniel reached torwards you, and you took him in your arms, raising him way too high to pretend he was flying.

“What an interesting talent you have hidden, Y/N” Natasha commented with a smile and for the first time since you’d known her, you laughed.

“Oh, there are plenty more that you have yet to know, Miss Romanoff” you teased.

Once the heat got a bit too intense, you decided to come back to the Compound. It was Cooper’s turn to sit on your shoulders as you walked, playing a game of I spy.

“Oh, am I interrupting?” Maria said, looking at you curiously. All she knew were the few things Fury had shared, but Hill definitely didn’t think good with kids was among them.

“What’s up?” Natasha asked as you balanced Lila and Cooper, one in each arm.

“I need to go over some mission stuff with you. It won’t take long” Maria promised. You nodded, already leading the kids back to the living room. Natasha followed you with her eyes as you let the kids run around, while putting Nathaniel in the crib the team kept around for him. “Huh”

“What?” Natasha snapped back.

“Nothing. I didn’t think you’d be one to fall for girls that are good with kids”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hill”

“Uh-hu. Come on, don’t want to take away from your family time”

Natasha rolled her eyes, and took one last look at you.

You were handing Lila and Cooper Nerf guns, whispering to each other.

“Don’t get in trouble” she warned.

“Mmkay” you gave her a thumbs up, and waited until she left to kneel and speak to both kids. “Ok, so we’re gonna hide behind the couch, and whoever hits more people that come here will decide what movie we watch, got it?”

Both kids nodded and you gave them a high five.

It didn’t take long for the first victim to show up. Sam came in, whistling a tune. You nudged Cooper and he looked over the couch. His shot hit the shelf above Sam’s face.

“My turn now” you said, aiming for his arm. Sensing something, he moved at the last second, turning quickly.

“Hello?” he said. “Who’s there?”

Moving your head, you encourage Lila to go next. She waited for Sam to approach the couch, and then jumped forward, hitting him between the eyes.

“Boom!” you clapped, lifting Lila in the air. “Someone has her father’s aim”

“That’s not fair” Sam complained. “I wasn’t ready”

“A spy is always ready” Cooper pointed out and Lila and you nodded in agreement.

“I’m a pilot, not a spy”

“Don’t be a sore loser. If you get Bucky to come here and get shot we’ll share some pizza with you” you offered.

“Fine” he glared, going back to his room. Minutes later, you heard footsteps.

Oh, damn, it was Banner.

“Ok, maybe sit this one out, kids” you said, leaning against the couch. It would be a nightmare to have him turn green in the middle of the kitchen.

Later, Bucky was targeted as planned and even Wanda got to play with the kids. She helped with Nathaniel as you stood up to get the pizza.

By the time Natasha was back, you were setting a fort of blankets and pillows.

“We were waiting for you to start the movie” Lila said, rushing to her side and taking her hand. “Sit next to me”

“Hey, everything good?” you said, leaning casually against the couch. Natasha nodded and you gave her a plate. “Here, we got your favorite pizza. Lila picked The Incredibles, as if we don’t have enough superheros in our lives”

“Do you have someone like Edna Mode make your suits?” she asked excitedly.

“No one as cool as her. But at least we don’t wear capes” you said. Natasha laughed at your extensive knowledge of children movies and you blushed, trying to hide your own smile.

Natasha stole glances here and there, and finally decided to lean forward as the movie continued.

“I’m sorry about leaving you with them for so long”

“I had the best time. Whenever you need help, let me know”

“It was nice seeing you happy. I was beginning to think you didn’t like being here”

“It’s not that” you shook your head, taking a breath. “I have done a lot of things I’m not proud of and seen many things I wish I hadn’t… I guess I feel like the Avengers are about hope, and I can’t see myself in that equation”

“The Avengers are also about second chances, and doing good. Trust me, if there’s anyone that understands, it’s me” she said, waiting until you looked at her. You smiled, relaxing against the couch.

The kids wanted to see Despicable Me next. Again, you commented there were enough real life villains but you enjoyed the movie, sitting on the floor with them, repeating some of the lines.

By the time Natasha came back with more popcorn, the three of you were fast asleep. Her heart fluttered at the image and she was almost tempted to take a picture. Instead, she turned off the tv and let you sleep. She sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

“Sorry I’m late” Clint walked in, and Natasha turned, shushing him with a murderous glare. “Is that Y/N?”

“Yeah, she’s great with kids”

“Oh, someone’s smitten. I knew you had a thing for her since she threw that mobster out a window”

Natasha rolled her eyes, moving to wake up the kids. You were yawning as they gathered their things, and waved goodbye as Clint took them out.

“Daddy, can we go with Aunt Nat and Y/N to the zoo next week?” Lila asked.

“Yeah, let’s see, kiddo” he chuckled.

The girl handed over a drawing to Natasha, like she always did when they spent the day together.

It had you in it, carrying her baby brother. Natasha was looking at you and smiling, pink circles on her cheeks.

Well, apparently even Lila could see Natasha liked you.

“Thanks for all your help today” Natasha said, walking with you. You stopped outside her room.

“Thank you for what you said to me… it’s nice to know I can do better now” you smiled, and walked to your room.

Today you had felt less alone, and for that you could thank Natasha.

“We could…” she spoke, reaching for you. You turned back, squeezing her hand to encourage her to talk. “Go out next week?”

“With the kids or…?”

“Just you and me” Natasha said, suddenly shy. “Only if you want to of course…”

“I’d love that” you were quick to agree.

Natasha smiled, standing on the tip of her toes to kiss your cheek.

“Night, Y/N”

“Night, Nat”

[mountainsandmayhem]

Shhh...Just A Little Bit More

Part Three (Spicy Version)

DBF!Joel x Female!Reader - 18+

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (Soft Version)

Summary: Joel Miller caught you working where you shouldn't be after you promised to quit. Now he's taking matters into his own hands. Word Count 5.7k

CW: DBF!, Dom!, SoftDom!, use of nicknames (baby, sweet pea, baby girl etc.), Sub/Dom, DD/LG, use of toys and a riding crop. no use of y/n. no description of reader except for piercings. Praise, degradation. After care.

AN: THANK YOU for all your love on parts 1 and 2. This is the spicy version of the third part. I'd love to hear which part you liked best!

“Hey, buddy. It’s Joel.”

“Joel?” You can hear your dad’s muffled and panicked voice through the receiver. “Where’s my daughter? Why do you have her phone? It’s 5 am!” 

“Remember that time Sarah ran away to your house and you told me that one day I might be doing the same for you?” 

Your dad is silent for a while, a distorted higher pitched voice filters through before you hear your dad again, “It’s alright honey. She’s with Joel.” He lets out a deep sigh before adding, “I thought we skipped the rebellious phase with her.”

“She’s a good girl. I think she just needs some time to cool off.” Joel says, his voice is friendly and light.

You squeeze your thighs together and nuzzle deeper into Joel’s throat. You know what you need, and it isn’t to cool off. He and your dad have been friends since the day he moved in down the street. You were seven and Sarah was eleven, you thought she was the coolest person on the planet. Wonder what she’d think of you now, cuddled up against her dad after he just edged the fuck out of you after spanking you in an alleyway. You’re lost in your thoughts as Joel talks with your parents for a while.

A sane person would stop being so turned on right now. Fuck, I need Joel. So badly. Maybe I should rile him up some more. 

“I’ll come by this afternoon,” Joel hugs you tighter, bringing you back to the conversation. “Ya, if she wants to, I’ll bring her. She’s ok, just never seen her more - frustrated.” 

You squeeze his side, knowing he’s smirking about how frustrated and needy you truly are right now. He hangs up the phone and brings his lips to yours, kissing you harder this time. You moan into his mouth, hands roaming up his body to tangle in his hair. 

Holy shit, Joel Miller is kissing me. 

As you run your nails along his scalp he lets out a pleasurable sounding gasp and a small shiver racks his body. Oh, he likes that, he likes that very much. 

Got ya, you think to yourself. 

He pulls away to see you smiling at him. “This is why I usually tie naughty girls down,” his voice is completely different from how it was just moments ago; deeper and more commanding. It reverberates through you - right to your pussy. “Because they think they’ve found spots that will get them what they want. Let’s go home now, darlin’.” 

The front door hasn’t even closed before Joel is hoisting you over his shoulder roughly, kicking the door closed as you squeal, his calloused hands gripping the back of your thighs as your stomach rests across his broad shoulder. 

Fuck his ass looks good from this angle. 

“You know I’m not done punishing you yet, right?” He growls, toeing off his boots and taking you to the basement. 

When Sarah was old enough, she’d occasionally babysit you. You remember there being a locked room in the basement, she said she didn’t know what was in there, but you were obsessed with finding out. You asked Joel mercilessly what he was hiding back there and he never responded in more than a grunt or a sarcastic comment like “that’s where I lock up kids who don’t shut up.” 

Joel grabs a key off the holder at the bottom of the stairs and heads straight for that mysterious locked door. The key scrapes against the door knob, you crane your neck to see as he flicks on the light. 

Holy. Fucking. Shitballs. Joel Miller has a sex room. 

“Watch your mouth,” he grumbles as he drops you onto the large metal framed bed. 

Did I say that out loud? 

He stalks away from you towards a large black cabinet, rolling the sleeves of his button up flannel to his elbows. It’s almost concerning how much that simple action turns you on. Maybe you should go back to church, your mom would be so proud. 

You’re intrigued to look around, curious as to what else is around you in this large room, but everything about Joel’s presence draws you in. Freezes you in time. You belong to him, or so he implied when he said he was your Dom now. 

He slides the door of the large black cabinet open just enough to reach in. Your curiosity is bubbling to the surface and just as you’re about to ask he looks at you darkly. 

“Did you come on the drive home?”

Every bump on the drive home had you twitching. You tried your hardest not to gasp and moan but the combination of the gravel road, your insane state of heightened arousal, and the lack of underwear in your stiff denim shorts were all working against you. 

“No, Joel.” Your eyes dance around his hands, trying to see what he took out of the cabinet. 

His jaw flexes, “It’s Mr Miller. Not Joel.” His chin juts towards the corner of the room across from him as he says, “go kneel in that corner. Face the wall and don’t move.” 

You practically leap off the bed and scramble to the corner as Joel mumbles, “So fuckin’ eager,” under his breath. 

On your way to the corner you see all sorts of ropes, chains, paddles and whips hanging from the walls. There's a large wooden x with cuffs leaning against another wall and beside the corner he’s told you to go to there’s a strange looking bench, almost like a gymnastics horse, that also has cuffs. You might be way in over your head here. 

You kneel down in the corner, the carpet is soft and luxurious under your knees as you rest your bum down onto your heels. 

“No, on your knees. Hands above your head on the wall.” Joel barks, making you jump and your pussy flutter. Joel opens and closes some more doors, you hear things being moved around and just as your hands start to go numb above you, you feel his heat at your back. 

“I’m going to finish your punishment now little one,” he rasps. “Have you ever been a sub before?” 

“N-no. Mr Miller. I’m sorry,” you voice trembles. Nervous and excited energy are battling inside you for first place. 

“Don’t be sorry, babygirl. What do you say if you want me to stop?” His strong hands grip your hair, gathering it up in a low ponytail before tying a long ribbon around it. 

“Umm..” you rack your brain. Before his sadistic little countdown he told you to say something if you wanted to stop.

“Cowboy,” you finally say, slightly uncertain until he hums a sultry ‘that’s right’ behind you, his hands grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head. 

The cool basement air hits your exposed skin and you find yourself arching your back towards Joel’s warm body. Your nipples turn to stiff peaks at the combination of the temperature shift and the anticipation of what’s coming next. 

Your hands fall back to your sides as your shirt glides past your fingertips. Without missing a beat, Joel hits right below your shoulder blade gently with a riding crop. The sound of the soft black leather end against your skin is louder than the pain, but it still burns slightly as you gasp and your arms fly back up to the wall.

“Don’t be stupid, baby. The more you don’t listen, the more I will hurt you. And you are already here because you didn’t listen.” He trails the riding crop around the pink mark forming on your back. “Stand up, but keep your hands above you.” 

You plant one white slip-on van on the carpet and drag the toe of the other as you stand, hands sliding up the red satin wallpaper that lines the room. The soft leather of the crop traces down the black strap of your lace bra, across the back band and then up the other strap. 

“Use one hand and undo the clasp, sweet pea.” You drop your right hand and bring it behind your back. Popping the metal clasp open with a shaky thumb and forefinger. Before you can put your hand back, Joel grabs your wrist and places the crop in your fist before raising it back up above you. His rough fingers graze your back, goosebumps line your skin as your head falls forward and you hum out in pleasure. 

His hands glide around to the front of your body and trail up, pushing under the cups of your bra to squeeze your tits. He stops dead as they land heavy in his palms. 

“Holy fuck, drop the crop and take this bra off right now. Let me see them,” his voice is thick with arousal at what he’s found. 

You do as he says, the crop hitting the soft carpet with a thud. You spin and let your bra fall from your arms. Showing him the golden barbells, and the thin golden hearts that surround each nipple. 

Joel practically snarls as he dives in to kiss you, his tongue parting your lips and making room for him to devour you. “Are those healed?” He asks through the kiss. 

“They’re sort of new,” you say into his mouth. “Six weeks ago.” 

“Fuuuuck, you’re gonna kill me,” his hands hurry to the buttons on your shorts. He rips them down your legs, kneeling in front of you to slide off your shoes. His face is now level with your achy cunt. It’s been throbbing since he spanked you and now he’s so very close. 

He stops to stare at it, then gently uses his thumbs to pull your soaked lips again. He clicks his tongue, “too bad you didn’t listen. She looks swollen and sooo wet,” his thumb barely grazes the wet flesh before he looks up at you as he sucks off the juices. “Mmm - and sweet. But bad girls don’t get rewards.” He lays a quick slap across your clit and you nearly collapse at the sensation. 

The pain. 

The heat. 

The pleasure. 

He smirks down at you as he stands. You crane your neck to look at him, gasping for breath as the pleasure ebbs between your legs. 

“You like pain, don’t you?” He asks. 

A sly closed lip smile crosses your face as you nod quietly. You do like pain, but you’ve never had someone as experienced as Joel before. He spanked you harder than you ever have been before, pushing and testing your limits. While you enjoyed it, and can’t fucking wait to do it again, you aren’t sure if you can handle all these whips, crops, canes and ropes. 

Cowboy. Just say cowboy. 

He steps away, leaving you completely bare in the corner. He stops at the foot of the bed, the things he’s pulled out of the cabinet rest flat on top of the sheets but you can’t make out what’s there. He slides his flannel off and drops it to the floor. You swallow hard at the way his tight shirt hugs his body, you swear you can see every muscle that lines his chest and abdomen through it. He doesn’t leave you guessing for long, one hand reaching behind himself, grabbing his shirt by the nape of the neck before peeling it from his hard body. You squeeze your thighs at the sight of him. 

Joel Miller: Greek God. 

He leans against the tall post at the foot of the bed, crossing his thick arms over his chest. His biceps bulge and suddenly you find it hard to breathe. He is fucking beautiful. 

“Crawl to me, and bring the crop,” his voice is rough as he commands you. 

You get onto your hands and knees and look over at the crop and then back towards Joel, looking up through your lashes. “Think about it for a second,” he says. 

You bend down and pick the crop up with your teeth. “There’s my smart girl,” he praises as you crawl. You’re so wet that your thighs slide effortlessly against one another. You stop in front of him and he reaches down to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. He’s looking at you with an immense sense of pride, you’d do anything to have him look at you like that and when he throws in a warm ‘good girl’ you’re done for. His. His brat. His good girl. His submissive. Just his. 

He takes the crop from your teeth and then walks behind you. “Arch your back,” he presses the leather end into your lower back, guiding you, teasing you, showing you what he wants and how he wants it. 

“Spread your legs, babygirl,” he whispers, again gently pressing the crop to your inner thighs as you spread for him before he slowly drags the soft leather from your clit to your backside. You whimper at the much needed attention. “Good girl. See how much better it is when you listen.” 

You relax your head, letting it fall as you moan. Close. So very close. The leather meets your chin next. “Eyes up, I need you to stay like this for me. Ok?” 

“Yes Mr Miller,” you gasp, holding your head high, looking straight ahead at the metal bed frame that’s lined with hooks and rings. “Anything for you.” 

The riding crop trails down your neck and spine as he walks back behind you. “That right, darlin’?” He says, almost afraid to admit how much those three little words have affected him. You. Offering him anything. 

You let out an agreeable moan before he strikes you twice, each snap of the crop hitting the exactly same spot. 

Joel Miller: Greek God and Accurate Riding Crop Sniper.  

Ok, you’ll have to work on the name. 

The sting takes a bit longer to turn into that pleasurable tingly heat that you love than when he spanked you. Keeping your back arched and head up is already proving to be a challenge, and then he traces your cunt and asshole again with the leather and you’re practically shaking. Closer. Much closer. 

He does it again. Striking one cheek, then the other, quickly followed by a quick slap to the back of your thigh. You cry out in pain, until the leather slides over your soaked clit and the sounds turn downright pornographic. 

“Why am I punishing you?” He demands, tapping your clit lightly and rapidly. 

“I - mmmm - I didn’t q-quit,” you moan. 

“Wrong,” he hits you again. Five quick, sharp snaps, alternating between ass cheeks. Then he slides up and down your folds again. 

Pain

Pleasure.

Sparkling burning heat. 

“M’gonna come,” you mumble and Joel pulls away. You cry out in protest as he lowers himself to the floor, a large warm hand gently rubbing your sore cheek. 

“You come when I say,” his lips land on every spot he’s hit you, but not the spot you need him the most. “Now why am I punishing you?” 

Your mind is mush, overrun by the overwhelming need to orgasm. You didn’t quit. He wants you to and you didn’t. That’s why he’s hitting you. 

“I don’t know Mr Miller,” you whine. His hand trails up the soft skin of your inner thigh, your legs tremble under his touch and you fight against your shaking arms to keep your body how he wants it. 

“No?” He says with a smirk. “On your elbows, forehead on the floor.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say as you get into his new required position. 

“You should be,” he stands and walks towards the bed. Leaving your ass up and on display. “You lied and snuck out, then after your spanking tonight you stayed at work for another two hours. You also used my marks to make money. You, my sweet girl, are a brat.” He’s practically growling by the time he finishes, settling himself behind you. “That’s why I’m punishing you.” 

Deep down Joel knows he should stop. Not for the obvious reasons: best friend's daughter, twenty years younger, four years younger than his own daughter. But because he hasn’t had a real conversation with you yet about your hard and soft limits. Didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his sub. But your smooth little ass is up in the air, pussy glistening in the dim light of his sex room and nothing but your pleasure matters anymore. 

You swallow hard, “I’m sorry for being a brat, Mr Miller.” 

“I don’t think you are,” he says and you hear the distinct sound of a cap of lube opening behind you. “I think that you have enjoyed yourself so much that you’re going to be back on that corner waiting for an Uber to take you to work tonight. You want me to come after you. Because you are a little slut with a very greedy pussy.” 

Something cool presses against your soaked entrance and you cry out as he continues, “so I’ll tell you what. You can go to work tonight, but you’ll have to do it my way,” slowly that cool something slides inside of you, filling you slightly but it’s not enough. “Fuck, practically sucked it in, babygirl.” 

You can feel it, a hard ball that’s pushing right against your g spot, a slender piece staying outside your body for easy removal. “That is going to stay in until I take it out. It vibrates, and if you don’t behave…I will turn it on.” 

His large, rough hands grip you by the hips and pull you back so your ass is flush against his body, his cock stiff as nails under his jeans. “It’s time to get some sleep, sweetheart. Get in the bed, please.” 

“But…” you pout into the plush carpet. “Please, Mr Miller.” 

“What did I say? Bad girls don’t get rewarded. Come on,” he taps your hip. “Bed.” 

You stand up on shaky legs, thankful that the best is only two steps ahead of you. But the toy inside of you has you feeling like a powder keg on the edge of exploding. Joel pulls the covers back and climbs in with you, pulling you in to rest your head on his chest. His arm drapes around your body, the other resting behind his head. 

“How are you feeling after tonight?” He whispers, using an app on his phone to turn the lights off. 

“Horny,” you whisper, burying yourself deeper into his neck. 

“I know. But you know I can’t make you come, right? I can’t reward you for this behaviour.” His lips fall to your hairline, two light lingering kisses melting you further into him. 

“What can I do, Mr Miller?” The moment the last syllable of his name leaves your lips the vibrator comes to life inside of you. “Oh god - thank you. Thank you.” Your body twitches against his, your leg coming to drape across him as you subconsciously hump and grind into his hip. 

“That feel good, baby?” He asks, holding you tighter against his strong body. 

“Yes. Yes. Hnnnng, yes.” You grind harder, your arousal coating his hip and leg, your clit sliding along him with ease now. “Joel, please.” 

Shit. He should punish you for calling him Joel but you’re so goddamn beautiful as you start to fall apart and he can’t hold back any longer. He’s let other subs go days without an orgasm, he’s gotten off to them begging and crying for relief. But you. You sound so damn sweet to his ears and he can’t stand to see you like this anymore. 

He has you flipped onto your back, trapped under his weight before you can even register what’s happening. He’s kissing you deeply, tongue taking what it wants as your legs kick and shake under him. 

“Please!” You cry between kisses. 

His thick fingers sliding between your puffy folds before grabbing the end of the vibrator, you scream out as he pulls the toy from you. 

“Shhh…just a little bit more. I’m going to make it better now,” he says gently, kissing down your neck, swirling his tongue around each nipple piercing. 

“Please. Please. Pleeeaase, Mr Miller. Please. It hurts. I need it, please.” You’re a mumbling mess and the words leaving your lips are practically incomprehensible. 

“I know. Relax baby. Breathe.” He says between kisses down your sternum, his tongue tracing your curves. When he finally settles in between your thighs he swallows hard, he wants to dive right in, make you drench his face as you come. “Look at me, darlin’.” 

His warm breath hits your pussy and you fight your hips from bucking up to his face as prop yourself up on an elbow and try to focus your eyesight on him. You didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on that you practically had tequila vision. 

His voice is serious yet calm as he says, “I’m going to make you come using my fingers and my tongue. Is that ok?” 

You nod your head and a faint ‘yes’, leaves your lips. He doesn’t want to ask permission, and next time he won’t. But right now he needs to know you’re ok with this. 

“Can I lick and touch both the outside and inside of this beautiful, weeping, pussy?” 

It starts to hit you that Joel Miller would never do something you didn’t want and that sets your soul on fire. He cares. About you. Only you. Wants to do things for you. You are not a burden here. 

“Yes, Mr Miller. Please. Touch me.” The room suddenly feels twenty degrees hotter, you can feel sweat beading on your skin. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, sliding his ring and middle finger around your desperate entrance. You cry out, dropping your body to the bed. 

Pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. 

“No no baby girl, eyes on me.” 

You somehow muster the strength to raise yourself onto shaky arms. His two strong fingers slide deep into your heat with minimal resistance and you immediately start gasping. 

Pleasure. Life altering, heart stopping pleasure. 

“Fuuuuck. Baby. So tight. Have you ever squirted before?” His cheeks are flushed with need. He might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

Your breasts rise and fall with your ragged breaths. You shake your head and moan out a ‘no’. 

He smiles down at your dripping cunt, “I can feel it. Gotta relax for me. Just breathe and let it happen.” 

Nerves flutter in your stomach and then he curls his fingers forward, putting so much pressure on a soft spongy spot that you didn’t know existed until today. On instinct, your knees try to close but his wide frame keeps you open. You yell his name to the ceiling, as all the air whooshes from your lungs. 

“Breathe baby,” he says as he curls his fingers once, twice, three more times. You can hear how wet you are and the pressure becomes unbearable. Stars start to blur your vision, the walls of your pussy squeeze tightly around his fingers and then it’s just a blur. A blur of all consuming pleasure and you turn into a boneless, mumbling mess. 

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come for me. Soak me. Good girl,” Joel’s free hand pressed down on your mound as a wet heat leaks all over you. “Good fuckin’ girl. Let go for me.” 

You’re not sure if you’re screaming or not, all you hear and feel is Joel. Everything is Joel. Strong hands, deep gravel voice, warm vanilla smell. He’s everywhere and you never want it to stop. 

“Keep going. That’s it. You look so beautiful,” he says, licking a long stripe up your fluttering pussy, drinking and slurping up your juices. “Oooh yeah - gooood giiirrll”

Almost immediately after your orgasm crests it becomes too much. You’re so overstimulated that it hurts and your moans of pleasure become cries of pain. You forget your name, where you are, you even forget your safe word. But Joel knows, he always knows. 

He stops pumping his fingers and says your name, “look at me sweet pea.”

You blink slowly, you’re wrecked, barely able to keep your eyelids open, almost convinced they’ve been replaced with steel. You’re sucking in air, did you not breathe that entire time? 

“Breathe baby, you’re ok.” He says, stilling his fingers until you’re ready. 

“I’m sorry, Mr Miller. I know I called you Joel. I won’t do it again.” 

So fucking cute. “It’s ok, darlin’ girl. I want you to let loose when you come.” He places a few light kisses along your thighs. The sheets and his bare chest are soaked. “I’m gonna pull my fingers out.” 

You fall back to the bed and fist the sheets to ground yourself as he slides his fingers out. “You did such a good job,” he praises as you whimper at the loss of his fingers inside of you. 

He crawls up your body, placing his strong forearms beside your head, moving any hair that has escaped the ribbon from your face. “I’m so proud of you, babygirl.”

“Fuck me,” you mumble. 

He grins down at you. “That’s my little slut,” he says darkly, ripping his jeans and underwear off, kissing you hard and rough - just how you like it. His hard cock lands heavy on your clit and you cry out into his mouth. “You sure about this?” He says cockily. 

“Fuck me, Mr Miller. Please. I need your -,” he slams deep inside you, hips flush against yours. He’s so deep you swear you can feel it behind your navel. The girth of him giving you a painful but pleasurable stretch, “oh god. I’m gonna come again.” 

“Squeeze me, baby. Yell out. Show me what I do to you,” he hooks your knees in his elbows to get deeper. Hips grinding and slamming into yours. “So goddamn good. So tight. Give it to me, little one.” 

The heat in your belly snaps as you come apart for him again. Every muscle goes limp and pliant as he folds you in half, knees practically behind your head like some sort of tantric pretzel. The walls of your pussy clamp down on his dick as cry out in pained moans. Before your orgasm has even tapered off he’s slipping out of you and flipping you around. 

“Hands and knees, like you were on the floor.” He practically yells it at you, like a drill sergeant. 

You don’t have the cognitive ability to even know what your arms or legs are, lying on your belly down in the puddle you created earlier. 

“Can’t,” you moan before the sharp snap of the riding crop hits your ass. Adrenaline spikes as you start to find your arms, bringing them beside you to push up. Another three quick strikes hit your backside. “Fuck. Stop, Joel. Please.” 

He strikes you again. You most definitely do not want him to stop and you already know that he loves when you beg. “It huuuurts,” you gasp as you bring yourself up to your knees. Your all wobbly limbs, like a newborn giraffe, and panting breaths as he hits six quick strikes down your thigh. Crying out with each one, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Please just stop.” 

“You should see how your pussy clenches with each hit, my little masochist,” he praises, moving to punish the other thigh in the same way he did the other one. “You could come from this, couldn’t you?”

“No. It hurts. I’m sorry, daddy.” 

Joel stops. The word daddy suspended in the air between you. Fuck, it just slipped out. You’ve never said it to a man before and now you wish you could just crawl into a little hole and die alone. 

“Oh babygirl,” he says proudly, coming up behind you and rubbing his dick up and down your wet pussy. “Do you like that? Calling me daddy?” 

“It slipped out. I’m sorry Mr Miller,” you desperately want to bury your face in the pillows but you keep your head held high, just like he wants you too. 

“Tell daddy to fuck you,” he says, his hand grabbing the base of your tied back hair. 

“F-fuck me, daddy,” you say in the sweetest and most innocent sounding voice you can muster.

With one snap of his hips he’s fully inside of you, his hand pulls at your hair. You scalp tingling and burning, only adding to the pleasure building again in between your legs. 

“You like it rough. Don’t you, little one?” You moan out in agreement, “like it when daddy fucks you this deep. Like it when daddy is in your belly. Don’t you?” 

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” It’s like you’re a broken record, unable to come up with anything except moans, cries and ‘oh god’s’. 

Joel’s hand moves from your hair to between your shoulder blades and pushes down. A silent command for you to rest your chest on the bed. You do as he says, “good fuckin girl. You want me to fuck you while I use the crop? Is that what you want my little pain slut?” 

“Yes please, Mr Miller,” you gasp, hands fisting the sheets, muscles clenching as you prepare for what’s about to happen. 

The pace at which he’s fucking you continues. He’s fast and rough, his balls slapping against your pussy with each trust. The crop hits the bottom of one of your feet first, then just to the right of your left shoulder blade. 

“Not gonna stop until you use that safeword. Brats don’t get rewards,” He fucks up into you a few more times as he swats at the front of your thigh. 

Blinding heat and pleasure start to course through you as you come again. “My little masochist,” he says again, pulling back to slap at your ass as you come on his cock. Tears blur your vision, you want to stop but you want to make him proud. You feel his dick getting harder, twitching slightly. 

Just a few more minutes, you think to yourself. Until he strikes you harder than all the other times. The sound of leather on your skin fills your ears and you pull away from him, “COWBOY!!” 

You collapse into the sheets as Joel turns away, unable to stop his orgasm and wanting to be respectful of your need to stop. He cums into the sheets with his hand, biting back your name from leaving his lips. 

He turns to find you facedown, red and purple marks already forming. “Baby,” he whispers, his hand coming to caress your lower back. You flinch under his touch. 

Fuck, I went to hard. 

“Shhh, relax. It’s over now. Let me take care of you.” He sees you visibly melt into the mattress, and why wouldn’t you. His voice is soft and gentle as his fingers trail up and down your spine. “I’m so proud of you for using your safeword. Can you roll over for me?” 

You do as he says, using any last ounce of energy to roll over. He shuffles himself to sit on the edge of the bed, lifting your upper body to help you prop up in some pillows, your eyelids are impossibly heavy. He reaches into the small mini fridge that’s disguised as a bedside table and takes out a bottle of water. 

“I need you to drink this, honey. Then I will put some coconut oil on those marks. Ok?” 

You open your eyes as he cracks the water. He looks wrecked. Beads of sweat line his hairline, curls sticking to his forehead, but fuck is he beautiful. 

Joel Miller. Sex God. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he slides his boxers back up his leg, his still half hard cock pressing against the fabric. 

You’re suddenly unable to stop from giggling. You feel giddy and drunk as you down the water and say, “I feel fucking amazing!” 

Joel shakes his head and lets out a little laugh. “Good,” he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. He pulls makeup wipe out from the bedside drawer and wipes the mascara that’s run down your cheeks. Then he finds himself doing something he’s never done with his other subs. He grabs the coconut oil and reaches a hand out to help you off the bed. 

“Let’s go get some sleep,” he says. Steading you and leading you up the stairs to his room. This is dangerous territory, but he needs to wake up with you. Cherish you. Care for you. Other subs always slept down here. Never in his room and rarely with him. But certainly never ever in his room. 

You follow with shaky legs and nearly collapse onto his bed when you get there. 

“Can we do that again?” You ask as he rubs oil on your tender backside. 

“Fuck yes. But before we do that,” he taps your side and you roll over so he can oil your thigh. “You need to fill out some paperwork.” 

You groan and he lets out a deep laugh. “I promise it’s fun paperwork. Hard and soft limits. Things you want to try.” 

He looks up at you with adoration, mirroring the looks you’re giving him. He nods towards your pierced nipples, “I like those. Very sexy. As soon as they’re healed we are gonna have some fun.” 

You blush, “thanks. You’re - umm, you’re actually the first person to see them.” 

“That right?” He says proudly, lying down beside you and pulling you into his chest. 

“I have an appointment at the piercer next week. Any requests?” You say teasingly as you nuzzle into his chest. Your appointment is to get a second hole in each ear lobe, but may as well have a little fun.

“Hmmm,” he hums, lips grazing your hairline with little kisses. “Belly button.” 

“Oh, I was thinking of doing my clit.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Fuck me, baby. You tryin’ to kill this old man? I’m gonna have to leave the goddamn continent while that heals.” He pulls you in tighter, pulling the blanket up around both of you. “Get some rest now, we have a big afternoon.”

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Darry Curtis General Headcanons

Here he is! Darry needs a break for real though. Let this man take a nap or something.

Warnings: Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of blood if your squeamish about that stuff

When Pony and Johnny ran Darry felt that everything was his fault. In his eyes, since he smacked Pony and made him run away he was the partial cause of Bob’s death and eventually Johnny and Dally’s. It took a while before he was convinced otherwise.

He is one of the youngest guys in the roofing group. Most of them are 30-45 year old guys. Their names are Bart, Eddie, Jeff, and Rich. There are also 2 sixteen year olds who work occasionally and are more of interns of sorts. Darry likes the guys he works with, he just doesn’t like his job so much. It can throw him off that the older guys are talking to him since they call him kid and son most of the time. But they’re really nice.

He gets extremely sunburned when he’s roofing houses so Soda and Ponyboy bought him some sunscreen. He just about fell to his knees. It meant a lot to him that they listened to him whenever he mentioned things at dinner.

I stand with the headcanon that Soda accidentally named Ponyboy but I would also like to add to it. When a 3 year old Soda was running around saying that his mom was going to have a pony, a 6 year old Darry told his dad that would be a cool name to have. Which is when the lightbulb went off in Mr. Curtis’ mind. Darry does not remember this.

Him and Paul were best friends from their childhood and Paul really wanted to be there for Darry. But they were pulled apart and also under pressure from Paul’s parents. They felt he would be held back if he tried to help Darry out. So they eventually put it in his head that Darry was what he would become if he didn’t succeed.

The Curtis family was/is good friends with the Matthews so Darry and Two-Bit knew each other ever since they were little. Their duo was kind of the original gang. Paul was also friends with them and would join them when he could. But his parents didn’t like him being with “The lower class”. Two-Bit was always there for him and ofc still is.

Continuing with the Darry and Two-Bit friendship, on days when Darry has work off Two-Bit will drag him over to Buck’s or another party just to see Darry lose those years of tiredness.

Darry loves Elvis like the rest of the Greasers but there is one band that he likes the songs a lot of but will never show it. He really likes The Beach Boys. He heard it for the first time when he was 16 at Paul’s. His older sister was playing some of their songs as they were relatively new and he discreetly asked who they were. The only person who knows is Two-Bit as he caught him once jamming out to their songs. (If we are allowing my ocs in this, Rosemary also knows)

His least favorite chore to do is mowing the lawn. So he usually forces Soda to do it. He hates how the grass always ends up on him no matter what he does. And it’s really annoying to try and wash out of clothes or off the side of the house.

He has several times where he will be in the middle of roofing houses and just get lost in thought about everything that has happened that led him here and end up just staring at the ground. Until Eddie clanks a tool and tells him to “get his head out of the clouds”. Which is what he started to tell Pony.

He hit his main growth spurt and everything when he was 13 and ended up just looking like an almost grown man. But his voice didn’t deepen till he was about 14-15. It made him self-conscious. 

He wanted to buy a present for Pony and Soda for their birthdays, so he decided to try babysitting for a while. He was pretty good at it and ended up making bank. Two-Bit also joined him so he could make some cash.

He has the most prominent southern accent. He’s still understandable but whenever he’s upset it really comes out.

He broke his arm when he fell off a roof. He apologized to the couple whose house he and Bart were working on and they told him it was no problem. The wife was actually a nurse at the hospital so she quickly told him he needed to get over there and she would pay for it all. Bart finished the job and told him he needed to rest and he better not see him back to roofing until he’s healed up. Pony and Soda helped him out a lot with everyday things and Pony didn’t tell him but he held a garage sale of sorts to help pay for stuff.

Once Pony and Soda move out Darry would probably take up coaching at the school. He remembered how much he does actually enjoy working with kids and athletics. He also holds some training sessions for newer football players and such.

The night Pony ran away Darry sat on his knees at the door, tears streaming down his face but with just a stunned expression on his face. No sounds besides his heavy breathing. Soda called Two-Bit and Steve over while he was also sobbing. No one could get through to Darry. But after 2 hours of him like this he slowly got up and went to his room. And all they could hear was yelling, things being thrown, and then loud sobbing afterwards.

He hated how violent he acted after Pony left. He never hurt anyone else but he would throw things around his room. Then just sob afterwards because it was because of his anger that Pony was gone. And after he found out about the murder he just sat on the couch and stared at the ground. 

While Pony was gone, he would flinch whenever anyone would touch him. He never went out of his way to hug anyone or anything. Sometimes the roofing guys would pat him on the back and he would have to stop himself from snapping at them.

He would also be walking around and suddenly think he saw Pony or Johnny. But it would always just be some random kid or a weirdly shaped tree. It was mainly from his lack of sleep.

When he was in school a lot of girls had crushes on him. But he never really was interested in anyone. He dated one or two people but overall he was more focused on school itself. It was also because he thought the main reason anyone was interested in him was because he was popular instead of him as a person. 

He doesn’t really like his name. Not just because it is his dad’s but he thinks it makes him sound old. 

He has a really high pain tolerance but also gets injured a lot. Smaller ones. Like he’ll cut his knee open and be bleeding a lot and just say something like “I’ll just wait for it to stop on its own.” (If we are counting ocs Rosemary always scolds him whenever he does this and cleans and bandages him up. She also tells him to be more careful.)

He was always an older brother of sorts to Dallas whenever he first came to Tulsa. But they grew apart once Dallas got back into being a JD. Darry didn't like the example Dally was setting for Pony and Soda. But he would still help him out when needed. They eventually became closer again once the Curtis parents died and Dally would help Darry out with Ponyboy.

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Hello! Can you do a request, Platonic or Friendship of Transformers (Prime, RID 2015, Animated, and others) Autobot kids, of your choice, w/ Reader as a Bot (or Animatronic) who's based on Daycare attendant (Sun/Moon/Eclipse) from Fnaf?

(if its okay add a reactions of the Autobots on Platonic relationship or Friendship between Autobots' kids and Daycare attendant! Reader?)

(Thank you and Hope you doing well!)

A/n: I'm having a wonderful day anon and i hope you do as well! Decided to add everyone's reaction so it's a big post! (I literally love sun and moon, the silly jester's)

Warnings: Fluff, Platonic Care, Friendship/ Guardian Care, Angst

Tfp:

Jack

He was more amazed by your design, how gracefully you moved compared to the other bots

You often would invite him to join you into some activities but he'd brush it off saying that he was too old for that kinda stuff (but you did make it look fun)

Then there was your moon form, the switch from you bubbly and exciting personality to a more docile yet protective one was quite baffling to him (also talk about a makeover)

Poor him if you hear about a messed up sleep schedule from being a teenager. Even his mom hasn't been able to get him to bed (he was obviously grumpy about it, but deep down was moved by your care for him.)

When he meets eclipse when he's in danger he feels so shocked but safe. What happened to you?

Has seen and understood the protection protocols you have and just how much you care about their safety.

Miko

Definitely still rebellious. If you think she called people her parents as an insult you definitely fit the parental role in her life.

She was at first very outspoken about not wanting you watching over them. (Babysitting her)

And when she tried to show you heavy metal by playing it, you happily supported her by playing a tiny xylophone. (You were trying your best but being excessively loud wasn't your deal)

You'd try to give her the space she needed but you obviously cared about her.

She did think your moon form was awesome. (Especially when she heard about you protection protocols)

You were unsuccessful to get her to sleep at reasonable hours but she ended up growing fond of you. You actually cared and supported her while her parents wanted her to be perfect. And you liked her the way she was.

Would more often than not join the activities you had planned out for them, learning that you were actually loads of fun behind your safety protocols (and human care files)

When she meets eclipse she thinks you're so cool! Yeah kick the cons ass! Definitely tells you that you're like a weapon which makes you feel bad, you worked so hard making sure that would never happen again. She clarifies that she just thinks that you being able to fight makes you awesome in her eyes.

Raf

Beyond delighted to meet you! Most bots are busy and don't often have time to chat but you're more than happy to talk to your hearts content with him

He allows your personality to shine, letting you both make fun activities and just hanging out with you

Definitely sees you as a Guardian because his family often overlooks him/ pressures him. But you can give him your undivided attention and compassion. He is still a growing boy

Is practically beaming when he sees your Moon form! "How did you do that!?"

Sometimes he overworks himself on what he's doing and you can always persuade him to rest

You can tell him stories and even play from your built in music box. You definitely help him feel safe and rest easy.

Definitely shows you morning cartoons and you sit happily with him and watch him. He also teaches you about videogames.

When he meets eclipse he's honestly worried about you but also sees that you're not some defenseless bot and you're willing to risk spark and limb to keep them all safe

Optimus

He knew a bit about your past and he trusts you with the kids. He has no problem believing that you excel at entertaining and protecting them

He knows about your protective protocols and about eclipse and how that came to be

You were a caregiver on cybertron, watching over new bots and keeping them happy and healthy. You took absolute happiness in caring and playing with them, until the war. He knows how you tragically lost all of those under your care, seeing them all perish without being able to stop anything

He knows how that affected you eventually causing a split in your personality. Eclipse was more or less who you were, sun and moon were what you were left with after all the heartbreak.

He's seen how despite not wanting to be on the battlefield, you can definitely kick ass. Seeing you attack ferociously almost in a rampage when he first met you on cybertron

He treats you with much respect and feels easy around you. With how serious the war has been having you around is like a breath of fresh air

Ratchet

Man is a doctor, not a babysitter and he appreciates you

Hes always on edge and his patience is thin so he could never properly take care of the kids, even if he's grown on them (with some favoritism to raf)

At first he didn't really think you had it in you to be an Autobot or watching over the kids but you've shown him just how much you're capable of your work

You can work with the kids, having so much patience and just care for them. He realizes your strength and grows to truly appreciate the care you put into them

He definitely notices when you sometimes grow anxious around the kids but you prioritize them.

He doesn't know why until he asks optimus. His view on you definitely changes, he wonders if you see pieces of the young bots under your care in the kids

Arcee

Definitely didn't believe in your capabilities in fighting until there came a moment when the kids were in danger. You turned into eclipse, swiftly taking care of the problem before frantically checking over the kids

She was FLABBERGASTED. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN KICK ASS, YOU'RE A BABYSITTER??

She finds it funny when Jack comes and complains about your caring nature to her. She cares about him and also nags him, so she bonds with you over that care

Asks more about eclipse while all you can do is politely decline answering her questions. Its a sore spot for you and eclipse is strange to you

She also asks about your past and relates to you. She also had to deal with grief over the war, and she sympathizes with you. She stops pushing for answers and understands what you do and who you are better

Definitely happy to have you stay in base watching over the kids if an emergency happens. She trusts you and is grateful for you.

She finds your music box relaxing.

Bumblebee

He loves your personality, he's always happy to see you. But he's even happier to participate in your activities.

He also has fun watching over the kids but you do a stellar job!

He thinks it's cute how you take care of the kids, you just radiate lively energy

Then he sees your moon form and he's pleasantly surprised by the shift. Especially if the kids are staying over for the night. The way you carry yourself with serenity and care is so different but wonderful.

You often ask for them to keep quiet if the kids are sleeping.

He's heard about eclipse but hasn't met them yet.

Bulkhead

He's just happy that someone more careful with their feet are taking care of the kids

Hes a big guy with great strength. He tries to be gentle but he can fail, so having you watch over the kids is like taking a sigh if relief.

He may find your switching from sun to moon a bit uncanny but he just doesn't know how to interact with you. (He's nervous and doesn't truly understand how it works)

Sees you try to take care of miko and sometimes apologies for her, even when you told him that this reaction is natural in growing kids

He often overlooks your activities because he doesn't want to accidentally break anything you've set up.

Learns about your past and can't help but feel bad for you. The war has harmed alot of people but how could it rip such a vibrant bot like you.

Happy to have someone that knows what they're doing taking care of the kids.

Tfa:

Sari

She enjoys your company when she's more younger. She's always wanted to hangout with the bots more but sometimes she has to sit out certain missions. Luckily you're there to watch over her.

She definitely is happy that you actually know how to take care of humans and understand them. (You downloaded your information)

She was happy to count on you when her father was missing. You definitely made it easier for her and she appreciates you.

When she turns into a teenager that's where some changes happen. She thinks you might watch over her as babysitting and she can take care of herself!

She also puts a bit of a front with your moon form. She's not a little kid and she can stay up longer. (In her opinion, she tends to knockout early thanks to you)

She adores how your personality changes like the sun and the moon.

They day she saw you turn into eclipse she was shocked. "YOU KEPT A SECRET THIS BIG FROM ME???"

She'd love to see eclipse more often but usually gets told to not push it.

Optimus

Doesn't fully understand humans or taking care of younger ones. He does end up learning by asking Sari and you. He picks up some stuff pretty quickly

He doesn't understand why you were added onto their team from the beginning. They were maintenance bots and you were??? Well, not that.

Your long limbs did prove to be helpful on more than one occasion and you were quite flexible.

He met eclipse when you had saved Sari from getting taken by the Cons. You singlehandedly scared them off and he was frozen in place. You were so quick and fierce getting her back and away from them, yet so gentle at handling her and looking her over for any injuries. He couldn't quite process it for a minute.

He asked you about eclipse and you nervously told him that it was something of mindset that combined both your personalities and it only ever appeared on cybertron. He respected your boundaries and made sure to remember them.

He feels relaxed around your moon form, but your footsteps are so light he forgets that you can still be walking around. (Has to listen closely to pick up on your bells)

Ratchet

At first he was deeply annoyed by you. Especially when you were Sun. He thought he had gotten another energetic and unruly young bot that he'd have to watch over like bumblebee.

Then when you all arrived on earth he saw just how patient you are. You would answer Saris questions, keep her entertained and safe.

He was also caught off guard by your moon form. He's grown more used to your Sun form and gets a bit spooked out at first. He ends up liking how you remind them to rest and just how calm you are. What freaks him out more is when you play your music box.

When he saw eclipse he was more cautious and even a bit frightened at what had just happened. He knew that your personalities weren't a common occurrence, not even on Cybertron, especially when it appeared in a time of high stress.

He became more fascinated in wether eclipse was some way you coped with emergencies or as a fight or flight response. He definitely thought it was a fight response on how you maneuvered yourself against the cons to get Sari back.

He was worried about leaving Sari in your care after that, scared that you could potentially hurt her.

He did some digging through the ship and learned about your past. You were tasked to look after young bots, not necessarily a teacher. He learned that you've been around from before the war and how you were sent to evacuate the young ones to an area away from the fighting only for the Cons to lay siege on the area, thinking it was an Autobot hideout.

He saw that you were basically rehabilitated after being eclipse for so long, but you couldn't go back to your original job because of it.

He saw that you truly cared about Sari and you would protect her and he trusted you again. He just hoped that reverting to eclipse didn't cause any psychological episodes on you. It's hard to read you when you always act like everything is okay.

Prowl

He didn't think much of you like Ratchet. Already having a taste of another energetic personality (bumblebee) he wasn't exactly excited to work with you.

When you had arrived on earth, much like him, you were curious and open about this planet to the point of downloading just about any information you could find.

Then he saw you watching over Sari and learned that you were also observant and clever. You were sometimes able to get Sari to do things that she would refuse to do (like sleeping early)

He sometimes talks to you about his observations, seeing how you light up and are interested in mundane things like nature with him.

Then he sees your moon from and he greatly enjoys your company. You're much more relaxed and quiet, you seem more docile. Some night he enjoys quietly talking to you.

And then theres eclipse. He didn't even know you could fight. Despite his initial shock his gut feeling tells him to trust you. Especially when you held Sari and were practically all over her asking if she was scared and if she was hurt.

He did want to talk more about eclipse, he knew you would get a bit uncomfortable, but he reasoned that getting better control of eclipse could prove more helpful for you. Eventually he'd get eclipse to come out again, making sure to help you grow accustomed to them.

He learned that Eclipse was more silent and more alert, almost on guard. He'd end up talking to you getting told small bits of your past but he was okay with it. He's more happy that you don't pose a threat to yourself and others

Bumblebee

He got along with you! You were so much fun and so active! You weren't reckless like he was but he still enjoyed time with you.

And going to earth didn't change much, except he thinks you became a bit of a buzz kill. It was mostly because he always let Sari tag along and you didn't want her to get hurt.

He knows it comes from a good place at heart but he feels like you nag him a bit.

He wasn't too fond of your moon form. You were quite and usually wanted to talk in a hushed tone (because you had already put Sari to sleep)

He gets to learn more about humans when you and Sari are talking or making a fun activity together. He often joins in on the fun (usually to escape s boring task)

When he met your eclipse form he was bewildered and awkward honestly. "So we're not going to talk about your crazy orange side?"

More blunt about the subject, he wanted answers! But luckily ratchet just told him that when you were ready you'd explain it.

Bulkhead

He definitely gets along really well with you. You tend to keep things safe and fun, and he appreciates it

He has grown used to seeing you watch over Sari but he also gets his time to spend with her

You have both actually bonded over art! He makes paintings while you tend to draw adorable stick figures, that you sometimes deck out with glitter glue. Everytime you show him your work he's always positive about it.

As well as bumblebee he's liked you before landing on earth.

At first your moon form caught him off guard, especially when you'd walk around ay night, but he's used to it now.

When he saw Eclipse he was taken aback and frightened. It looked like you but it wasn't quite you. You were defensive and just worried about Sari.

He kept a close eye on the two of you for a while, trying to ease his own nerves.

He confronts you about it, bringing it up gently and you tell him that it's complicated but you didn't intend on scaring anyone. He doesn't judge you and is just happy to have you back.

RID 2015:

Russle

He was at first trying to be distant from you. To be fair he saw you like a babysitter and he was trying to act more mature.

He at first would be dismissive at first at your attempts to befriend him but he'd eventually give in with some pressure from his dad.

Eventually he'd find the activities you set up to be actually fun, heck, even his dad would take part in them with him and they'd have a great bonding experience

He'd find your sun colors to be bright but not too oversaturated. You reminded him of a carnival.

When he met your moon form one of the Decepticons managed to break free from his pod at night. Russell was taking a walk with his father and they were about to be trampled until you practically flung the Decepticon away.

And that's when he looked up and saw you. You were so different like this, you changed color and personality, at first he called out to you nervously not sure if you were alright. Luckily after dealing with the Decepticon you leaned down and comforted the two (his dad practically froze on instinct)

Then after getting used to your moon form, being more quiet and peaceful he met your eclipse from. This was probably his favorite form of yours because you were still fun but you were more relaxed

He enjoyed introducing you to new things on earth and answering your questions, you were just so wholesome and excited about it.

Overall he enjoys the time he spends with you, well except when they leave him out of missions and leave him in your care (he's just salty he doesn't get included)

Bumblebee

Was concerned when you had also traveled the space bridge with them. Him and strongarm were at least police, sideswipe got dragged along, but you weren't exactly what he'd call cut out for the job.

He struggled to understand where you fit in, sure you had juvenile tendencies but you weren't a handful to deal with like sideswipe. You also tended to follow along but not all to the book like strongarm. You were like your own middle space. When you first arrived on earth you were definitely spending more time looking around and learning about the planet.

He grew fond of your personality, you were optimistic and energetic, which is why it surprised him to see your moon form. Sure you saved Russell from getting stomped but you also took down a whole con. Alone.

He was curious about your moon form, noticing how quieter you were, especially your footsteps, it was harder to hear where you were if it weren't from the bells decorating you.

He overall tried talking to you about it, in which you assured him that this was just how you were, but you didn't think you'd change while on earth. Speaking of changes when you turned into eclipse he thought you broke or something.

It was a high stress situation and you weren't taking it too well but he was walking you through it (to the best of his ability) until he saw you change. In this form you were more grounded and put together and you ended up helping alot like this.

He enjoys watching you interact with Russel and the others, reminds him of when he didn't have the responsibility of a leader. That and too often humored him more than the others. He knows he doesn't have to worry too much about you (especially seeing how capable you were at handling yourself) but sometimes worries when you change between forms. He wonders if it's painful for you.

Strongarm

She was definitely more harsh on you when you first met. As far as she was concerned you were just a civilian that got dragged into this mess, but she didn't dislike you as much as she did with sideswipe.

She thought you were gullible and slowing them down until she realized how crafty you were. She often watched how you partook in "arts and crafts" while watching over Russel but didn't bother to think how clever you were (at least in the situations you were actually in)

She grew more fond of you, especially after you got lost in the forest trying to find her and sideswipe after they had another disagreement. After they both cooled down and returned to base they realized that you've still been gone and it was already nightfall.

Eventually she went out to look for you but was shocked when she found you. You looked different, she almost confused you for a con in the dark. She noticed the change in your body language and voice, you sounded more quiet. You told her to keep your little change a secret and she did.

She honestly prefers your sun to your moon form. You were always cheerful and lively that seeing you so docile and quiet made her nervous. That and when she saw the way you had practically flipped a con like it was nothing.

When she met your eclipse form she approached you with more curiosity, asking if you were feeling well. You explained that you were okay but your heightened stress would often have you revert back to this.

She's understanding of your personalities and has enjoyed having you as her friend, especially when you talk to her about something new from earth.

Sideswipe

Oh boy where to begin. He didn't mind your presence but didn't seem interested to get to know you. He was all about action but he knew you weren't a total buzzkill.

After a while you ended up becoming his voice of reason, like a friend that was watching out over him and Russel if they were getting into more dangerous activities.

He enjoyed hanging out with you a ton, finding himself participating in any activities you were doing with Russel and Denny. He warmed up to you easily with your enthusiasm yet caring personality.

His jaw practically hit the floor when he saw your moon from, the way you threw that Decepticon like they were nothing had him flabbergasted. "Since when can you do that!?"

He was freaked out at first but then was practically beaming at how awesome you were. He found your moon form more calming to be around especially at night. He was more than happy to give your form a chance but he also wanted you to take down more cons (he wanted to see you go berserk again)

Then he saw your eclipse form and he couldn't decide how he was feeling about you, on one hand, this was another one of your surprises but on the other you were more sure of yourself and also helping out more in this form.

He's happy to call you his friend, especially when he convinces you to do something reckless with him. bumblebee always scolds him for being a bad influence, but in his opinion a little fun never hurt anyone.

Grimlock

When he first saw you he thought you were funny looking, in a good way! He loved the way your personality reflected the way you looked. You were like a little sun!

He was definitely 100% on board with anything you wanted to do. You always made up new ways to have fun. He did feel bad about arts and crafts though, he wasn't too careful and he'd more often than that break his creation, but you always comforted him and encouraged him forward.

The night the con had escaped its pod he practically had a heart attack as he saw you charge at the con, before sighing in relief when you successfully knocked them out. He was cheering loudly for you as you were attacking the con, telling you to go all out.

Other than that he liked your moon form, not only were you great at fighting but you became more caring and calm. He was actually the one that discovered your music box and at night would often ask for you to play it. (It helps him relax a lot, especially because it's also with you)

This man was so shocked seeing your eclipse form. He would often joke around with you about how you kept it a secret. You were amazing in your eclipse form, you kept your knowledge and strength in fighting but you were also a great teammate, he'd love to go on missions more with you.

He's honestly a sweetheart with you and gets along well with any form you're in.

Fixit

He was more amazed at your appearance. He wasn't used to seeing many bots but you were so different and stylized.

You were more understanding with his glitching, more often than not laughing to yourself at his mix up. You also were happy to befriend him more than the others. He believed it was because you didn't have much experience seeing a minicon.

Then he saw your moon from and was practically gushing at you. He had never seen another bot do whatever you just did! The personality changes gave it away that you were different from any regular bot.

He ended up trying to do some research, it's not that you were a different bot entirely. His conclusions led him to believe that something in your past caused this spilt in your personality.

He felt more safe around you whenever you stayed behind to look after the base when bumblebee had left for a mission, trusting that your moon side could protect them.

When he saw eclipse he was practically speechless. It made him ask all sorts of questions on why you were like this. You ended up being a bit vulnerable and explaining that you weren't sure why you were made like this and that you were sorry if this all made him upset.

He reassured you that he didn't think any less of you because of it, he actually compared it to his glitching. It wasn't regular but it made you both unique.

He's very warm and friendly towards you, he likes having you around, especially when you include him in whatever you're working on. He always ends up having a blast and he feels lucky to have a friend like you!

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[half-oz-eddie]

Journaling Billy is so personal for me.

Billy with a gratitude journal that he writes in every time something good happens, or someone does something nice for him.

He got the journal from a nurse at the hospital post-starcourt, who thought it would be a nice way for him to pass the time, while also lifting his spirits and helping him realize how much love and kindness is around him, even if he doubts it.

It's just a blue, soft cover bound book, but he humors the nurse because she's got warm, pretty eyes and reminds him of his mom.

He uses it often, even after leaving the hospital.

Steve catches him writing in his journal one day, and Billy tells him it's fine if he reads the gratitude journal but not his diary.

Steve, of course, is dying to see what's in the journal, what Billy considers nice, and what good things have been happening to the love of his life.

Aug 1, 1985 Everyone came to see me. Even those kids Harrington always babysits. That's nice, right?

Aug 5 Harrington brought me some food from some burger joint. It was good. I guess he's nice even though I was kind of a dick to him.

Aug 21 Harrington showed up to drive me home. I don't know why he's being so nice to me. It pisses me off because I think he just feels sorry for me. I'm probably using this journal the wrong way but I don't care. I can't talk to anybody about this. I'm not feeling that grateful for shit today.

Aug 25 Max helped me with my pain medication. I thought she hated me. She acts like everything's fine. I have to admit I’m grateful what happened only stays in my nightmares and I wake up to a different reality.

Aug 29 Harrington called to check on me. Offered to come over and play cards. He doesn't have to keep pretending. I like the company, though.

Sept 10th Max tried to stay home from school to look after me. I'm doing a lot better so I didn't need the help. I still don't understand why everyone's being so nice after what I did. Sept 14th Felt strong enough to go out for some air on my own. Saw Sinclair and that other kid. Think his name's Dustin. They were on their bikes. They waved and asked how I was doing. Told them I was fine and they rode off. Do I deserve their concern? Sept 15th Sinclair came back while I was on the porch. Asked for Max. I told him he couldn't be here because of Neil. We waited for Max a few houses down and talked about basketball. He's trying out for the team so I gave him some advice. It was a nice conversation. Didn't feel forced at all.

Sept 20th I told Lucas I was sorry for what happened that night. He said he'd forgotten all about it. I know the little shit was lying, but I guess he forgives me. That was cool of him.

Sept 29th Lucas made the team and thanked me for the advice. I don't feel like I did anything.

Oct 4th I'm feeling better than ever. Driving around on my own again. Nobody seems to blame me for what I did, and everyone's nice everywhere I go.

Oct 11th Went to see El. She's always kind to me. She's like the little sister I never had. She made me some waffles.

Oct 15th Saw Harrington again. It was warm so we went swimming in his pool. I really missed the water.

Oct 29th Haven't been writing much down. It feels like I'm saying the same things over and over. Everyone's always nice to me. Dad's not bothering me anymore. I feel like I have a lot of support around me. For once I feel safe. Oct 31st Went to a halloween party with Harrington. First time having a beer in months. Got a little too drunk and we kissed. He didn't seem to hate it. I didn't either.

Nov 9th Finally talked to Steve again after the kiss. He asked if I wanted to go steady. I said no at first, then changed my mind. I'm glad I did.

Steve smiled as he read every entry. Every few days, Billy's entries were longer and longer. He talked about things that made him smile, people he met, and how much he appreciated the simplest things. It was an amazing transformation. He continued to read the entries, his eyes widening when he read the most recent one. January 12th 1986 I'm falling in love with Steve. I was hoping he’d say it first but he hasn’t said anything. Maybe I’m too hopeful. He treats me like he loves me too, I think. But I’m not sure. Steve quickly closed the book, feeling like he'd violated Billy's privacy by reading something he hadn't known before. "Why so quiet, Steve? You read yesterday's entry, huh?" "I—yeah. I thought maybe you wrote it in the wrong journal."

"I didn't. I was gonna tell you, I just...I dunno. I didn't want you to think I was trying to move too fast."

Steve laughed. "You have no idea how relieved I am."

Billy narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"Billy, I've been in love with you for weeks."

Billy snorted. "You're such a sap, pretty boy."

They shared a kiss and Billy wrote in his journal about how grateful he was, to love and be loved.

January 16th On August 21st last year, I was wrong. I have everything to be grateful for.

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A little something to show my gratitude for reaching 400 followers. I appreciate all of you ❤️

Also tagging some friends I’ve met here that really belong in my gratitude journal for all the kindness they’ve shown lately and their posts just make me smile.

@shieldofiron @monsterpegger001 @dragonflylady77 @harringroveera @bigdumbbambieyes @brightside-of-the-upsidedown @thatgirlwithasquid

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Catnap and or Dogday picking up/dropping off their adopted kid(s) at school. Oh god, imagine the entire school’s reaction first time seeing them. Just imagine the parent and teacher meetings lol

Oh my God, anon, this is SO cute! I imagine that by that point everyone and their mother knows about Dogday and Catnap, since they are always helping babysit the kids from around the community, but actually seeing them with THEIR kid migh surprise a lot of people!!! I think the kiddo is permanently protected from all bullies because no kid wants to dissapoint the cool uncles, but some parents are conflicted to say the least.

I like to think that everyone stared as Dogday and Catnap talked with their baby about what to do and expect during their first day at school with wide eyes. Catnap tells the kid to tell them and their teaches of any naughty students and to stand up for themself, while Dogday says that if they're having trouble paying attention to class, to try to occupy their hands, since it helps them! He gives the kiddo a pat in the head and the couple watches as the little human excitedly runs over to their group of friends.

Parent and teacher meetings would always be so funny oh my God. Dogday and Catnap didn't have normal childhoods and everything they know about how a normal school works is from Angel's experiences and Miss Delight's extensive research. Maybe the school the kid goes in is also where Delight teaches? Who knows! But it would be SO funny if it were. All teachers would love the kid because they behave well enough in class, but Dogday and Catnap might get into some beef with some parents because "what do you mean a kid should be treated like an actual person and not just a wild animal you have to control!!!!!". It's always an event whenever one of the kid's many uncles and aunts + grandparents come to pick them up. I think a trio of mothers started keeping tabs on how many family members this BABY has. Like "nonono it's not possible for a child to have so many people picking them up" and then another Mommy Long Legs appears to pick them up. "HOW MANY UNCLES DOES THE KID HAVE???"

[idiotgojo]

Hello, hope you're healthy! If it's not too much trouble, can I request an angst to fluffy scenario with Toji, with a fem/gn S/O who has a mutilated face? Something like Sally face that she hides with a mask and everything, and when asked about it, S/O says that her previous romantic partner wasn't so nice to her.

Drink water and get in loser lets ignore Canon together! Take the kids(Megumi, Yuuji, Nobara and Yuuta) and your husbands(all jjk men) and run!

sorry this took a while, hope you enjoy <3

warning; scars, s/h, insecure reader, drunk ex, domestic violence(?), hurt comfort to fluff

It was quiet on the rooftop, and the night air was cool as it drifted around the two of you. After a simple but sweet date, you and Toji found yourselves sitting side by side, legs dangling over the edge of the building. The city was alive below and everything felt peaceful.

You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, your mask still firmly in place as you stared at the skyline. Toji leaned back on his hands, his gaze flickering between you and the view. You could sense something was on his mind, the usual ease between you both replaced by a subtle tension. He wasn't the type to press or pry, but tonight, it seemed like he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"…Why do you always wear that thing?" His voice was quiet, almost careful, like he didn't want to push too hard. He kept his eyes forward, not looking directly at you.

You stiffened slightly, your fingers tightening around the fabric of your jacket as the question you had anticipated finally surfaced, making the words feel harder to form. "I don't like talking about it," you began, your voice softer than usual, feeling the weight of his gaze shift fully toward you despite the silence between you. Toji remained quiet, waiting that somehow made it easier to continue, even though the subject felt like a raw wound. "It's not… something I share with many people."

"My ex," you said, the words tumbling out slowly. "He did it. He was drunk, angry. It wasn't the first time, but… that night was worse."

The silence between you stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Toji shifted slightly beside you, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned forward, his expression unreadable. You felt exposed, vulnerable in a way you hadn't expected, but something about the way he was just there—solid and steady—made it bearable.

"I've worn the mask ever since. It just… feels easier to hide."

Toji exhaled quietly, his jaw tightening for a brief moment. "You don't need to hide from me," he said, his voice low but firm. There was an edge of protectiveness in his tone, simultaneously a softness you rarely heard from him. "That bastard isn't here. I am."

You swallowed hard, his words sinking in, but the vulnerability wasn't as suffocating as before. You'd shown him your face before, but now with more comfort and less anxiety, you took off the mask. A small part of you decided you didn't need it around him.

"It's not easy," you mumbled, eyes on the city lights. "Some days, it's all people see. I try not to let it get to me, but…"

Toji's gaze stayed on you. "But?"

You sighed softly. "But then I see how you look at me, and I don't feel so… different."

In silence, Toji's hand found yours, warm and calloused, a simple gesture that made your chest feel lighter. "Good," he said, almost gruffly. "'Cause I'm not in the mood for babysitting your self-esteem." He smirked, squeezing your hand gently.

You chuckled at his bluntness, but it was the exact response you needed. "Wow, romantic as ever." you say eyes going wide, eyebrows lifting mockingly.

"Hey, you knew what you were getting into," he teased, his lips twitching into that familiar half-smile. His eyes softened just a little, enough to make your heart flutter. "Besides, if anyone says somethin about your face again, I'll handle it. Personally."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "I don't think punching people is the answer to everything, Toji."

"No?" he tilted his head playfully. "Guess it depends on who's asking."

You both laughed quietly, the tension that had been there earlier completely dissipating. It was the little things—like the way his hand never left yours, the way his eyes stayed soft whenever he looked at you—that reminded you he cared, even if he didn’t always say it.

"Thanks," you murmured, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"You do not have to thank me for not being an asshole."

[gabessquishytum]

Feeling like some family fluff ❤️

Dream and Hob reunite in the modern day, clear the air about 1889, and somehow manage to confess their feelings. There’s just one little hitch to keep Hob from immediately jumping into this relationship: either by adoption or by accident, Hob has a small child that has to be his first priority. And they are a feral little creature to nearly anyone who isn’t Hob, and very protective of their father.

Dream is rather nervous to be introduced to someone whose opinion is so important to Hob, but determined to try his best to like and bond with the tiny human, for the sake of his relationship with Hob.

Upon meeting them, the kid starts by biting Dream’s hand. He is enchanted.

So wrapped up in his worry about messing this up, he’d forgotten how much he genuinely likes kids, and look at how delightful and interesting this one is! They’re the sweetest angel in the world to Hob, which reminds him of some of his loveliest dreams, and does their level-best short of maiming to scare Dream off, reminding him of his youngest nightmares. They’re the best of both worlds, and Dream is besotted, no longer just for Hob’s sake.

The child is growing more and more torn about the situation. On the one hand, no one they’ve ever met has been good enough for their dad, and they’re reluctant to admit that this guy might be the exception. On the other hand, he can do magic, which is pretty cool. On the other other hand, their personal pride at their ability to chase anyone off is at stake here. But on the other other other hand, it’s kinda nice that he never gets angry at their tricks or threats, and in fact seems to enjoy them. Not to mention their dad seems to actually really care whether or not this guy sticks around, which is significant.

Hob tries his best to rein his kid in when they’re like this, but he can’t help but see their feralness as a kind of zest for life and therefore isn’t very good at reprimands. Dream tends to wave off his apologies anyway, and his obvious delight at the child’s creative antics (not trying to tame or gentle them, but appreciating them as they are) does funny things to Hob’s heart. This might work out after all.

-🪽anon

Oh yes this is very sweet. I love it when Hob is a dad.

And oh, I love the idea of Dream having to go through the traditional ritual of "You're dating my dad and I hate that about you." As every potential step-parent should.

And the best part it - Dream loves it. He loves being scrutinised by this very small human, who is so like Hob in many ways. He doesn't mind how feral the kid is, basically because they are clearly having a really great time trying to chase Dream away. The whoopee cushion prank in the middle of the new inn was pretty epic, even Hob has to admit that, and he's never seen Dream laugh so much.

Maybe somewhere along the line Hob has a big emergency and there's no one to babysit, so he calls on Dream to help. The child is secretly thrilled because a) Dream is magic and they secretly love that and b) being alone with Dream is the perfect opportunity to be as feral as possible and prove that Dream is not up for the job of dating their dad.

But Dream turns out to be a rather excellent babysitter, and keeps very calm during all the antics that occur. Eventually he sits down on the bedroom floor in the middle of the chaos with the kid and they actually talk for a bit. The kid shares some concerns about whether Dream will actually stick around, whether he'll be nice to Hob, all of that stuff. And Dream (not exactly king of communication) tries his best to promise that he does want to be with Hob longterm and that he's learnt a lot about not hurting people, recently.

Hob returns to find his kid tucked in and snoring away (benefits of having the literal sandman putting you to bed, Hob is so jealous). They end up kissing on the sofa because Hob is kinda horny about Dream’s potential parenting skills, and in the morning the kid begrudgingly admits over breakfast that maybe it would be ok if Dream comes over more. And takes Hob for dates. Maybe.

But no kissing. They got up to pee last night and saw more than enough of that 🤮 <33

[gyll-yee-haw]

babysitting with detective Loki, readers sister maybe, and Loki gets total baby fever (possibly self projecting 🤭) even though he was convinced he was never gonna have children

Today is dad!David day, you guys have ruined my life, I love you for it <3

Warnings: 90% fluff, but a little breeding kink in the end, couldn't help it 😭

Imagine it's the first time in weeks Dave has a break from work and you get a call from your sister BEGGING you to take care of his daughter because she has something to do

You love your niece, but you feel so sorry for David, you don't get much time alone with him

You apologize a million times, but he assures you it's okay, that he isn't upset

It's not that he isn't good with kids, it's just that he doesn't really have a family, so he never really interacted with one...

When the toddler arrives at your house, he's so awkward towards her

Because, let's be real, children KNOW exactly who is dying to be left alone and they're ALWAYS drawn to that person

She starts by just looking at him from afar like "why isn't this man giving me attention"

They have a little staring contest, both absolutely unaware of each other's intentions

She starts to approach him slowly, like... bringing her toys closer etc

When you see, she's almost sitting on his boots, absolutely determined to get him to play with her

She's shyly handing him her toys, which he examines like its alien material

You're watching the interaction and it's hilarious, feels like David is learning human behavior

He keeps a very hard to read expression on

But you knew he wasn't... hating it

At some point he starts speaking with the little girl

And she laughs at everything he says

Oh man, it was almost like you could see the sunshine invade his heart when he heard that little laugh

He's very attentive now. Watching as you feed her, almost like he's trying to learn what a child eats

And after lunch break, she gets all whiny, crying and David is trying to keep it cool, but he's terrified

You calm him down by telling him she's just sleepy

He disappears for a while

You find him in the living room, looking for cartoons on tv

You and your niece join him and he asks: "do you like this one?"

His face of pure betrayal when she says no

He keeps looking

The answer is always no

My man is losing his mind when he hears you whisper "Dave..."

And when he turns to look, the little girl is heavily asleep on the sofa

He sighs, relieved

"You don't have to worry that much" You chuckled

"Was just trying to make her happy." He shrugged. Deep down, he didn't know why he was so worried. He was just a little overwhelmed with new feelings...

When your sister picked your niece up, he felt the kind of "my work here is done" relief

But he also felt kinda good about it all... house felt a little empty now

Later that night, the two of you were snuggling on the sofa, watching tv, but his mind was somewhere else

Never for second before that day he thought about the possibility of taking care of a child

But it wasn't that bad? And he kinda liked seeing how you interacted with your niece.... you looked so happy and so.... he couldn't explain, there was some kind of glow

"Y/N?" He gathered the courage to speak. "Do you think... you'd like to have children someday?"

You almost chocked. "What?"

"I don't know... just thought... I would have them, if it would make you happy." He shrugged

"Make me happy?" You teased. "Sounds like you're the one who wants them."

"I thought I didn't, but..." He sighed. "Well, you're right, it's a stupid idea, it's not for me."

"Dave... I didn't say it was a stupid idea." You turned to face him. "You deserve a family. And all the love in the world. I'm just teasing you."

He chuckled, looking at the floor lost in his thoughts

"It's just... a big step, you know." You continued. "We have to think about it. But I... I would be lying if I said I don't want to have children with you."

His face immediately lighted up. He was one to hide his feelings, but he was very vulnerable now. He couldn't believe you actually thought he could be a good dad

"Yeah... in the future. We'll see." He cleared his throat

The two of you acted like the idea was forgotten from that moment, but it really wasn't

David accidentally developed a breeding kink

Because every time you had sex, he only ever wanted to cum inside

And every single time he imagined you getting pregnant

And sometimes imagining you getting pregnant was what initiated the whole thing, because it got him so fucking hard

Yeah, maybe the future couldn't wait very much.

[madam-kumo]

Malleus Parenting Headcannon's

Malleus would have to get multiple tips from you and Lilia as he rarely even sees children because of Fae aging but he's trying his best! It just takes time for him to get used to parenthood but he eventually learns how to take care of a half human baby.

He would also be quite oblivious to pretty normal things for a child to do, especially if you two had a daughter. He would still be supportive (if not spoiling) but would be incredibly confused over normal human hobbies or any hobbies he didn't understand. "What is this "video gaming" you talk about". Blame Ortho and Idia for that.

The only hobby he would be hesitant on letting your children do is cooking as he is worried that Lilia will rub off on them and both ruin your kitchen and get themselves injured.

I headcannon that having half fae children would have human looking eyes and hair colors but fae attributes like horns, tails, and fangs. Fortunately, Malleus would probably be able to hold all of your children at once by holding them up by his tail and arms. He also shines their horns to make them look glossy and pretty, at least until they cover their and his horns in flower crowns.

He has a hidden garden solely for the royal family where you all can have a nice picnic or a place to just rest for a moment. Moments like these are ones Malleus will remember for eternity and ones he wished would last just as long. He enjoys it when you rest your head on his shoulder as you two watch your children run around in the flowers and play fight in the grass...Until you hear a wail and a cries coming from one of your children with a scraped knee.

Lilia is 100% the first pick for babysitting, even though he kinda gave himself the job. And would be very persistent of teaching them his cooking skills- which Malleus wouldn't allow them even close to the kitchen. In the end though, Lilia is incredibly caring and quick to teach your children what he taught malleus. He's overjoyed to be a godfather.

Sebek would be very strict over your children, reprimanding them anytime they roughhouse with Malleus or track mud into the castle. Yes, he has made your children cry a few times, which you gladly took care of.

Silver is usually there to keep Sebek in check and help you when your children start to stress you out. Basically, he becomes a big brother.

Ace and Deuce are amazing at taking care of your children, but with your supervision, much to Ace's dismay. They entertain your children though, even if they don't mean to.

Grim calls them henchmen #_ for however many children you have. Now he has the army he oh so wanted.

Jack would be that cool uncle at Christmas that would bring gifts and spend the whole day at the park with your kids.

On a serious note though, Malleus will definitely develop some post papa blues. He would doubt himself a lot on whether or not he was being an effective parent. Was he teaching his children the right things? Was he caring enough? Are his children going to hate him? It will take a lot of comforting and personal attention to get him out of the spiral.

[somebodyssherlock-heterodyne]

Hello!

do you have any headcanons about jayjon and the super twins? I'm interested in hearing your opinion on how the twins treat Jay, whether he babysits them, walks with them, whether they stay at his place overnight, and whether Jon gets jealous when they literally try to take his boyfriend's attention

Thanks!

I feel like it takes the twins a little while to actually meet Jay- settling into earth, extradimensional gods showing up to try and kidnap/murder/vivisect Osul, Otho actually getting kidnapped, etc. In that time, they do spend some time with Jon, who is besieged by complicated emotions he doesn't want to have or deal with the entire time he's in their presence. The twins, being the twins, ask him if he has any good stories about his victories.

Cue Jon's bedtime story retelling of the liberation of Gamorra. He monologues dreamily about Jay for at least two minutes every time he comes up in the story. Otho and Osul, who know Jon as a figure who briefly darkens the doorway before flying off again, as though he doesn't feel comfortable in the house anymore, are very perceptive children. They were gladiators- they had to be. They notice, immediately, that Jon's perpetually tense shoulders loosen the minute Jay's name leaves his lips.

I think Otho and Osul end up relating to Jon a lot. All three of them are out of sync and out of place with the softness of the house and the warmth of this family. It takes Jon a little bit to realize it, but once he does he and the twins effectively become a unit.

At any rate, the twins continually pester Jon for stories about his boyfriend, and Jay gives Jon leave to tell them everything he knows. Jon tells them the story of Jay Nakamura: of a rigged election, cruel experiments, a daring escape and a rescue by the Revolutionaries. Of the Truth, a college campus, a sinking ship, a rooftop meeting. He skims the romance bits in favor of the action, because the twins did ask for a battle story, but he still ends the story with 'and then we kissed over the smoking rubble of Bendix's dictatorship'.

The twins grew up under a cruel thumb they didn't have the perspective to want to get away from. They had Clark to rescue them, and periodically have nightmares about who they'd be if he hadn't. Jay, by Jon's telling, saved Jon far more often than Jon saved him, fought tooth and nail against a tyrant, and refused to back down even from unbeatable odds.

The twin think Jay is the coolest person they've ever heard of. They are Gossamer stans first and people second. You know that phase kids have where they find an interest and it becomes their whole personality for a while? Yeah.

Jon's cool with making them custom merch and showing them the fifteen thousand pictures in the photos folder labeled LOVE OF MY LIFE KING OF MY HEART. The twins are having fun, he gets to gush about his boyfriend all day, sure why not.

This is fine- Jay laughs when Jon repeats his life story back to him, because "when you say it like that it sounds badass and epic and not like I just spend ten minutes clinging to the ship railing like a wallaby"- until the twins and Jay finally get around to an introduction.

Jon is torn between jealousy and mild irritation because it's impossible to get a moment alone with his boyfriend these days, and immense fondness whenever he sees the twins bracketing Jay as they pester him for stories about the Revolutionaries. Which sentiment wins out depends on whether or not Otho chooses violence and starts asking doe eyed questions about when Jay and Jon are getting married. She looks like a postcard angel when she's doing it but Jon fucking taught her that look, he knows she's a hellion. Osul is less likely to be a menace but it's not out of any sort of kindness, he's just better at waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Jon loves them both but if they ask which of them will be the ring bearer at his wedding "once you finally manage to write a decent proposal" ONE MORE FUCKING TIME he's leaving them on Batman's doorstep. What's two more orphans to a billionaire anyway? Two phaelosian menaces can't possibly be harder to manage than Damian.

[dogtoling]

I want to know more about peppermint! im so in love with her

THE PEPPERMINT STANS ARE REAL ITS OVER. she is one of my oldest OCs and there's like a lot to talk about because of that, so I'll try to keep it pretty brief (and fail). Edit: I'm halfway through the post and I DID NOT KEEP IT BRIEF.

Anyway Peppermint is great. She's just a silly little (NOT LITTLE) guy. She plays in a band, and she plays turf wars occasionally, she's in her late 20's with ZERO fucking clue what to do as a career, and she's a Humboldt squid which means everyone who sees her for the first time thinks she is the devil.

(Granted, in Turf Wars, she kind of is. Widely hated Range Blaster enjoyer.)

In a clamshell, she's honestly just a chill kind of girl. She's really tall compared to most Inklings, and her species means she has VERY mean claws on not only her hands but also her suckers. She has a very boyish demeanor, which isn't really uncommon among Inkling girls, but it does get less common when you move out from the teenager categories into young adults. She's the oldest sibling of her family with five younger siblings, and she REALLY loves kids and has always done her best to be a good example. For the most part she's done a really good job at that, since most of her siblings think she is extremely cool and charismatic, and her youngest siblings are ENAMORED with her and are all over her whenever she's got babysitting duty.

(A picture of her family that i made! Half of it is sharks because her mom got married to one, so her stepdad is a shark, but she already lived on her own when this happened so it's a bit awkward.)

Her species has been a major struggle for her throughout her life which is extremely frustrating. Humboldt squids, in comparison to most other squids, are imposing with their large size, deadly claws and stereotypically violent personalities. The last part is obviously not true, but a lot of the time people will assume it is, especially if you happen to be a very emotional and excitable person (which she is!). So Peppermint has spent a lot of her life trying to juggle trying to minimize herself and her emotions to a degree where people don't get scared (impossible task) but so it's also not miserable. For her, it's meant that she's developed into a pretty big people pleaser (within reason) and is pretty good at resolving arguments. It's a whole obstacle course that she's always struggled with because in spite of how careful she is, she DOES also have issues with impulse control, and it's at times very easy to rile her up (her friends think it's funny because they know she's not actually dangerous).

One aspect that she's never held back in is Turf Wars. She mainly played like a decade ago in the early 2010's, and she was already a key player in the Inkopolis scene when the scene itself was fairly young, there weren't that many rules, Turf Wars were solely for cool guy merits and Rollers were extremely niche as most people just used Splattershots and whatever else few weapons existed before the sport exploded in the mainstream. She was one of the first reputable Roller players around and people generally thought she was really scary, because her focus in turf wars has ALWAYS been "get into the enemy base and kill them as hard as possible as many times as possible". Despite the respect she garnered in her early turf war playing days, she didn't really have any friends and people generally steered clear of her and some even insisted that her being a Humboldt squid was giving her an unfair advantage because everyone is too scared to fight back against her, yadda yadda yadda... despite the fact that at this time in life she was already making the conscious decision to ALWAYS try and position her suckers away from people when talking to them and wearing her tentacles up. But hey you just can't win with some people.

Anyway early to mid 2010's, she actually found friends in the sport when she teamed up with Boy and Dodo and promptly formed "Blue Team". The name was her idea and Boy doesn't leave her alone about it to this day. It is agonizing. Engel joined the team some time later, but at first, it was a tri-squad endeavor. And it worked pretty well even when the fourth person was a total stranger or even missing altogether, due to Peppermint being one of the best players on the field, definitely one of the top Roller players, and one of the first people to be mastering the use of Kraken. Later down the line when more branded weapons came out and the sport became more mainstream, she did become a Krak-On Splat Roller main and she had a lot of fans, but also a lot of people who would straight up leave and go home if they heard they were going against her in today's match. (Which she was both proud of and frustrated about, because on one hand she felt great joy in her battle prowess scaring people, but on the other hand she knew that a lot of the time it wasn't just about how good she was.)

Back in her teens, she actually went by the name "Stripes" due to her signature blue-striped shirt, and she actually ended up in a (VERY HEATED) rivalry with Amber at the time because... she ALSO went by the name Stripes. Their rivalry lasted like a year or two and it was actually extremely one-sided (Peppermint lost literally every time and she was FURIOUS). Where Peppermint was widely considered a demon because of her aggressive playstyle and Krakening, Amber was considered one because barely anybody could get close enough to splat her and she had insanely good Inkzooka aim.

(this picture is so funny i have to post it every time.)

The more awkward thing about their rivalry was definitely that it was one-sided in more ways than one. Not only could Peppermint never even lay a FINGER on Amber, but she was also the only one that was passionate about it or thought it was a rivalry at all. Amber was actually quite unenthusiastic and was kind of annoyed that this squid keeps trying to rematch her every other day like she's actually going to win one of those days. (Spoiler: She was not going to win.)

The other awkward part was that Amber was a pretty girl that absolutely killed it in turf wars despite being something of an underdog (why is a cuttlefish doing turf wars????). And it was super cool, if not frustrating, that there was someone out there that Peppermint couldn't lay a finger on despite previously thinking she HAD to have been one of the best players out there, and more importantly... there was someone out there who wasn't scared of HER at ALL. In a city where most people saw her and were like oh shit! This girl is so scary for existing! no. There was actually someone out there who wasn't scared AT ALL even in spite of Peppermint actually hoping she WOULD be a little scared. Like, at least a LITTLE, please. A little droplet of respect. PRETEND i'm even a TINIEST threat to you please. I. so in other news:

Moving on. She never got to win or even Kraken her once until recently and she very nearly quit Turf Wars altogether after her spirit was TOO crushed about how bad she was at it. She did take a brief break and she ended up returning by going out of her comfort zone and picking up a new weapon to start practicing with instead, that being the Custom Range Blaster! But when she did come back, she found to her dismay that Amber was just GONE and there were no traces of her. So from that point onward, she was rival-less, and she was super bummed about it at first... but life goes on, and she went on to play with Blue Team and learn to have proper fun with friends instead of hyperfocusing on beating One Girl. And Blue Team kind of killed it for a year or two, to be honest, even going into a handful of tourneys. And of course they were all in their late teens at that point, but that didn't make them "old news" at all. Especially not Peppermint, because she was more in tune with her team and herself than she ever had been, having come out of a slump and learned to read the battlefield in a completely new way after getting new perspective with a fresh weapon.

So the TL;DR is that Turf Wars mean a LOT to her. Which is why they're like 80% of this post, whoops. Uh. So she ended up having to quit them late 2010's, like, completely, ENTIRELY. She developed Kraken syndrome, and it kind of hit her like a truck in the span of a month or so. And when you combine a person who maybe has impulse control issues and is also extremely emotional and quick to get fired up, ESPECIALLY in turf wars which she took extremely seriously at the time, with a condition that triggers Krakening extremely easily during bouts of elevated anger or even excitement.... yeah. (Read my post on Krakening for insight on this if you somehow havent seen it?)

It was NOT pretty and it's miraculous that nobody got seriously injured at the time, and she had to drop Turf Wars and ink battling as a whole pretty much immediately. This was a REALLY big thing for her because she was obviously really confused and scared as to what the hell was HAPPENING, as is pretty natural to feel when your body is doing things outside your control. This was on top of being devastated because she had been totally banking on becoming a professional ink battler, having dedicated years of her life into improving and learning the ins and outs of Turf War, and it was all ripped away from her just like that. She did not have a good couple of years following this.

Or she wouldn't have had a good couple of years if she hadn't been roomies with Engel. Obviously, when Peppermint had to retire from Turf Wars, Blue Team disbanded near immediately - nobody (except maybe Dodo, because to him, it had basically been a solo endeavor the whole time anyway) felt like it was worth anything to continue playing without her. It was also an act of solidarity because everyone figured it would just be salt in the wound for her to see everyone else continuing to chase their dreams when she couldn't. She honestly had NO idea what the hell to do with her life for a while - doctors didn't really know what the heck was going on with her, medications initially didn't work or worked TOO well (zero emotions), and she wasn't in a state where she could just get a job and call it a day but RENT STILL EXISTED. Anyway, this is where Engel comes in, because in a situation where he ALSO just lost his biggest hobby and was nearing a dangerous depressive slope, he'd looked up to Boy and his hobby in music. Enter: Deep Sea Dead Zone.

Okay so at first there wasn't an intention to actually form a big band or anything. There was just the idea of hey, why not find a NEW shared hobby? And music came up as a really good contender. Boy had a history in music, Dodo had been in the same class and knew how to play guitar, and Engel had recently gotten into poetry and was really into indie bands as is. Peppermint didn't really have any footing in the idea herself, but with literally nothing else to do and with thoughts that DESPERATELY needed to be put somewhere, she decided fuck it, why NOT learn to play bass? So she just learned to play bass and hyperfocused on it for like a year straight and wow, would you look at that, now they're playing covers in Boy's uncle's warehouse and hey what if we just made our own songs i have some ideas and hey what if we went out to play some gigs just for funsies??? And--

whoops. So they released an album, and COMPLETELY UNEXPECTEDLY the band just blew up. Like absolutely blew up, because turns out that feeling like you want to set yourself on fire and die forever and whatever the hell Engel was putting in those lyrics REALLY resonates with teens. So completely out of left field, Deep Sea Dead Zone was now a pretty big thing and they were getting requests to play at fests all over Inkopolis, and to do interviews, and whatever the hell else. And nobody was really expecting any of it. Peppermint sure as hell wasn't complaining, because it completely took her mind away from moping about where her life was going and now she could, AGAIN, just have a great time with her friends - which had always been like her #1 priority ever since she had that option.

So like that was going really well for a while, up until 2019 and the FinalFest. You see, Dodo really didn't like the spotlight and when the band just kept getting bigger, he was getting less and less comfortable with it all the while trying to focus on his own life and career. So he just kinda left at one point, which. Well, that completely decimated the band, because NOW THEY DON'T HAVE A GUITARIST, and they don't just want ANY old guitarist to take up the spot because then the band isn't personal anymore. So the band gets put on involuntary standby, Engel gets clinically depressed, Peppermint gets REALLY MAD because Dodo is such a motherfucker and if he ever shows his face again he's not GOING TO have a face left, and Boy was just kind of disappointed. So. That was fun.

But going forward from there, she was focusing a bit more on what to do with her life - mostly babysitting her neighbors' kids at Urchin Underpass. She's famously always been SUPER popular with kids, both because she's really fun to be around, and also very fun to climb. She doesn't know what the heck to do for a career STILL, she's doing dead-end jobs that bring her no joy but bring in enough money to pay rent, and band fame is actually cool enough that she is getting modeling work for some gear brands (doubly good when some of them know she was a big shot in the Turf scene just a few years back, but times move fast in those scenes). Maybe the most important thing is that she'd accidentally reconnected with Amber somewhere along the line. (Here's a crude drawing i've made to depict what happened):

(he had no idea despite accompanying Peppermint to MANY of their duels. bless his heart(s).)

Not going to go too deep into it, but with Peppermint having more time in her hands again, she ended up really pursuing getting to ACTUALLY KNOW Amber, and it seems like the feeling was mutual since they quickly became really close and then gfs. And time skipping to current day, they've actually both returned to Turf Wars pretty much just to have fun and take it WAY more easy. (Here)

As for what weapon Peppermint is using now... primarily the Splat Roller, returning to her roots. Though instead of an aggressive playstyle, she's slightly more interested in playing support for Amber instead, what with supplying Big Bubblers and watching her back. She does own a new model of the Range Blaster now, though, so she has that option - Amber got her one.

That being said though Peppermint hasn't exactly had an easy few years behind her. She did recently have a Kraken mishap that ended up netting her a criminal record, so there's that. To say that she was devastated about it would be an understatement, she cut her both tentacles off to deal with the aftermath. Which is kind of a big deal for anyone who knows her well enough to know that even though her tentacles have mostly brought her difficulty in her life, she has always been really proud of them and especially the claws and puts a lot of effort into making sure they look as nice as possible! So, it took her well over a year to recover from... the incident.

(You can read about it here, and see a follow-up comic here : Page1, Page2, Page3 & Page4. Maybe)

So basically she's got a lot going on. Recently, she's been doing alright. She accompanied Amber on a trip to Splatsville last summer, and they ended up playing in the Rock Paper Scissors Splatfest for the first time since... well, since a LONG while ago. Amber went to take a detour and some well-deserved vacationing time from her job, instead wanting to focus on finding cool human junk in the Splatlands, and Peppermint tagged along because honestly she didn't have anything better to do in Inkopolis and some fresh air is SOLELY NEEDED. It turned out to be pretty much the best decision she's made this decade (which isn't saying a lot, it's only 2023) but regardless. She even had a job for a while at a local salmon restaurant, which she initially thought was horrible and gruesome, but she got some money and some experience that she could use to try and find a new job... like MAYBE try to score a place at her stepdad's sushi restaurant back home, or something. Wishful thinking maybe.

Anyway, despite all the bullshit that she's been through in the last decade, 2023 has actually been going pretty well for her so far. Her and Amber are back in Inkopolis, there's been some big changes to her life recently, she's back to playing Turf Wars casually and it's a huge weight off her chest just to be ABLE TO DO THAT, and most importantly - Deep Sea Dead Zone is coming back. And that's huge for her, because honestly again, it's nice to have something personal to work towards that means a lot to you, and sharing that joy with friends is literally the best. (Even though there's an increasing number of people who want to date her, and that's really awkward because she's already dating someone, and also most of those people are men which she wasn't interested in in the first place.)

And here is the first sample from their comeback.

Honestly that's got to be the end of this post because I probably spent two hours writing it. Which is way too long and MUCH LESS would've sufficed.

[mrfelixfischoeder]

I wish you would write a fic where Cal & Pickles babysit Seth's son for a day

this got.... so long....... but i love it. thank you!!!

Australia. Fucking, Australia. They had to gig there again at some point, and Pickles knows any time would be too soon, so might as well rip the band-aid off. The “We Will Get Better” tour is being accepted on a broader scale than imagined. The world is ablaze, or mostly is now, but everyone still wants to preach to the choir. Sing the hymns that Nathan gives them and raise their hands in praise.

“Fuck, Australia got hit bad.” Pickles remarks, staring out of their hotel room window at what is left of Sydney – the place is awful. Calypso clears her throat.

“Uh, actually, because of its location, only the West got hit by the Doomstar… Australia’s one of the few places that didn’t get, like, wrecked completely…”

“Oh… Well… Shit.”

She laughs, until there’s a knock on the door. She barely has it open before the person on the other side barges in, Seth grinning in his sickening way as he sees Pickles first thing. Pickles glares, watching Cal flex her fist before thinking better of it. He saunters in, a small figure behind him.

“Hey brother, you didn’t come by and see me when you landed.” He muses, the fake accent grating on Pickles. Not that he has any pride in where he comes from – but somehow when Seth gets involved, he can be mad about anything. “Gutted but uh – I’ll get over it. Hey, listen, your ain’t playing tonight, huh?”

“No, Cal and I are- we’re tomorrow.” Pickles is thankful for the swapping aspect of the band, if only because he can fiddle with the roster and get some alone time with her.

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, uh hey, this is my son.” Seth steps aside, looking out at the city – his city, as far as he’s concerned. The mayor can go stick a rusty nail up his ass. Anyone who helps run Dethklok, runs the world. Seth knows that now; he knows how to play the game. “Look, I’m kinda busy today. Amber wants to uh, I dunno, go shoppin’. I dunno. But we need to, y’know, bond. Get close again. Can’t do that with this little guy around, right? You get where I’m goin’ with this, brother.” Pickles’ face crumples, “Look, you got a whole, a whole day to yourself. I don’t get any time. With Amber or myself, haha. So do me a favour, huh?”

“Do you a favour,” Pickles is interrupted by Seth shoving a paper bag in his arms, “Seth, look, Cal and I gotta relax before the gig tomorrow, and we probably gotta help ‘em set up,”

“Sounds fun,” Seth is not listening, walking back towards the door – he stops by his son, patting him on the head, and the boy leans back out of his reach, “Alright, you can send him home at uh, 9.”

“Nine?!” Cal snaps, but Seth barely looks at her, walking out backwards and giving Pickles some very lazy finger guns.

“Thanks, brother.”

The door slams shut. Cal and Pickles look at each other, and then down at the red headed boy who is playing with the fringes of the blanket on the bed. He finally looks up at them. Immediately Cal can’t be mad – cause she isn’t gonna be mad at a kid. But Pickles is still tense, and he slams the paper bag down on the desk. “This ain’t fair! He can’t keep doin’ this to me, man! I told you every time I’m near him, he just drives me fucking insane!”

“I know- Pickles,” Cal walks over, trying to quell him before he says something he might regret. Pickles shakes her away.

“No, I can’t keep doin’ this, he sucks! I don’t wanna fuckin’ babysit a kid, I wanna go out for a fuckin’ drink with my girlfriend, and see my friends play their fuckin’ music!”

“PICKLES!” Cal raises her voice over him, angling her head at the nephew. He’s staring at them, still, but with a more resigned expression than she expected. Pickles freezes, staring down at the boy. Red headed, in clothes that don’t quite fit. He’s trying to stay angry, trying to keep it all contained so that he can release it on Seth later. But he’s angry now, and Seth isn’t here now, so what good is that? No doubt he won’t even be around at 9 either.

“Oh.” He deflates, “Uh – sorry. Kid.”

“Ok.”

Pickles feels even worse. He wonders what Seth is like as a parent – how often Amber is on her phone, or if she tries at least… A little. He’s never been interested in being a dad, mostly because he’s older now and it isn’t in the cards for him anymore. He doesn’t know how to interact with this kid. But he doesn’t have to be the kid’s dad – he just has to be… Present. “You wanna watch tv?”

The boy sits on the bed, legs crossed, and eats his little grapes. Cal watches, and peers into the bag for the rest of his lunch; a sandwich, pathetic and squished, with a bite out of it already. That’s it? “This is pathetic.” Cal whispers to Pickles, who glances at the back.

“Seems like a pretty normal lunch to me.”

Cal rolls her eyes, patting Pickles on the arm, “Oh, sug’.” She ignores Pickles’ questioning look, knowing they’ll get into it later. “I’m gonna go get some real food – you’d like that, right? Both of ya?”

“Yeah!”

“O-Okay.” Pickles suddenly follows her to the door, “Wait, can I go too,”

“Hon, no.” she pushes him back into the room, “I won’t be long, alright?”

“You can’t leave me alone wit’ him! What do we talk about?”

“He’s watching tv, he won’t even want to talk.” She leans in and kisses his cheek – and though he looks worried, he leans his head to kiss her cheek back before she retreats. “I won’t be long. Promise.”

And then she closes the door. He turns, and well, true enough: the boy is just staring at the tv, perhaps willing Pickles to disappear into another dimension.

Pickles stares at the tv. A kid’s show – or a babies show, really – with Anthro dogs. The only reason he even recognises it is, he knows the episode: Toki has some of the stuffed animals in his room. “Aren’t you too old for this?”

“Aren’t you too bald for that hair cut?” he snaps back, and Pickles clenches his fist. But he’s a kid. He’s a kid. He’s a kid. And it was so quick, he almost admires it. Suddenly a Lhasa Apso came on screen, with exaggerated snout whiskers. Toki’s voice comes out of it, and then a red Komondor appears on the other side of the titular character. Pickles barely remembers recording those lines.

“You know dat’s me, right?” he points. His nephew looks sceptical, but does seem familiar enough.

He hesitates before replying, as if he might get into trouble, but surely if his dad said it then there must be some truth to it: “My dad says you don’t do anything.”

“Your dad doesn’t know shit.” He doesn’t hold back, tired of sticking up for Seth or saving his ass when it is undeserved. And his nephew doesn’t seem phased by the language or the disparaging comments. “I saved the world, kid.”

“That’s kinda cool.” He mutters, and Pickles almost straightens up. They both sit quiet, and when the episode ends, Pickles offers to show him some real entertainment, changing it to a rock music channel. The boy’s eyes widen as he stares at the guitars and the drums and the music fills the room. He’s enamoured; neither of them speak.

Then Cal comes back with proper food – burgers and fries and chicken nuggets and juice. Both boys’ faces light up and they grin, and Cal looks between them both. It’s like staring at the past and the present. The moment she puts the stuff down on the bed, they rip apart the bags, creating a free for all.

“What happened to your eye?” the boy peers at her, and Cal hesitates. Pickles doesn’t give any helpful indication of what to do. She shrugs, crossing her legs.

“Uhm, I got into a fight. They took it out.”

“Sick.” The boy stares at her, but it isn’t in disgust. She looks back at him, smirking a little.

“You ever get into any fights?”

“Ugh, yeah.” He jabs a fry into the sauce, “Peter keeps shoving me into lockers ‘cause of dad. He sucks.”

“Fuck yeah!” Pickles can’t hold back, and he doesn’t even care about the look Cal gives him. “I’ll drink t’that!”

He holds out his beer, crouching to get to face height. He raises an eyebrow, and Pickles picks up the boy’s wrist and clinks his beer with his juice box, “Why aren’t you fightin’ back?”

“I dunno how.” He mumbles, sipping his apple juice, watching the way Pickles downs his beer. Cal makes a face, shaking her head and finishing the nugget in her hand.

“Nuh-uh, that won’t fly with me.” She stands, gesturing for him to stand too – “I’ll show you some defensive stuff, ‘kay? And then I’ll show you an uppercut. And some other stuff if we have time.”

Pickles watches her, leaning back on the headboard of the bed. He smirks a little, and his nephew seems absolutely ready to learn. She shows him a block, and how to tip someone over his shoulder (he laughs so loudly, so jovially, as Cal picks him up and throws him back onto the bed. Pickles can’t help but laugh too). And then she shows him how to trap someone’s arm, “And if you do it this way, you’ll break it. But uh, y’know. You’ll only use that in self-defence, right?” she stares at him, and he nods slowly, “Ya promise?” she holds out her pinky. She notices he hesitates, before finally interlocking his pinky with hers, and they shake on it. Unable to stay out of the conversation, Pickles offers to show some more backhanded stuff; less flashy, but it got him out of plenty of situations on the streets.

Before they know it, a Klokateer knocks on their door.

“We have been contacted by your brother, my lord. He wants his child back.”

“Oh – uh,” Pickles looks over at his nephew, who is drawing something with Cal, “Really? So soon?”

“It is midnight, my lord.” He pauses, “And a school night.”

“Oh.” Pickles assumes that’s a bad thing. The boy looks up, and Cal notices the way his face changes. He knows it’s time to go home. “Okay, well uh – let’s go, kid.” He waves him over. The boy reluctantly makes his way to the door, and Pickles hesitates. They stare at each other, and Pickles can’t handle the vulnerable, truthful face of a child up close. He kneels down. “Look, uh, come see me play tamarrow, okay? I’ll send Seth tickets, right? VIP. You can watch me and Cal do our thing. And we’re the best.”

They smile at each other. His nephew hands him the paper he was doodling on, before saying bye to them both. At least he was leaving the room with a smile. When he feels Cal stand next to him, he looks down at the paper: a fairly well put together drawing of Pickles playing the drums and his nephew playing a guitar. Or a bass. There’s seven strings, so it’s hard to tell.

“Aw, well.” He takes in a deep breath, “That uh, you know. That was fun. He’s cool, y’know?”

“Wonder where he got that from.” Cal wraps her arms around Pickles waist, chin on his shoulder. He tries to humble himself with a laugh. But he sees it too. She pauses, thinking. “Do you remember his name?”

“. . . Ah shit.”

[batz-surveys]

12.

When was the last time you saw the person you like? This afternoon, before he left for work.

What are you listening to? The a/c and my dog licking her pillow.

Would you take back your last boyfriend/girlfriend? No times infinity!

Did you babysit for money when you were in middle school? I babysat, but I sure as hell didn't get paid. I was forced to look after my niece and nephew from the time I was thirteen, until I could get a real job at seventeen or eighteen.

Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? The Used. I've loved them from the first time I listened to their first album, which was a burned CD. That was when I was a freshman in high school, so either 2003 or 2004.

What do the last two texts you received from different people say? Hubs: "Damn, baby I'm sorry. I'll clean the tub tomorrow after I take you to work." I hurt my back last week, and couldn't clean it to take an epsom salt bath today. Mother In Law: "[heart emoji]"

Are you good at wrapping presents? I’m great at wrapping presents, but I prefer to put gifts in bags so that people can reuse them.

Who are you more like? Your mom or your dad? I would say I'm a pretty good mix of both, both personality wise and physical traits.

How do you respond to being nervous? Oh, not well at all.

Who were the last two boys to text you? You mean men. And it was my husband and my dad.

If you could have one thing right this second, what would it be? A winning lottery ticket so that I don't have to work tomorrow, and I can go see a doctor without fear of spending over $200 just for them to tell me I pulled a muscle.

How did you get your last bruise? Either a kid hitting me or me knocking into something.

Name something you disliked about today? My back hurt so bad when I woke up this morning, that I could barely get out of bed on my own.

Who is your favorite author? It's a toss-up between Clive Barker and Stephen King. Stephen King writes more, but Clive Barker's way with words and description is just wonderful. And then there's Edgar Allan Poe...fuck, I can't pick!

Do you like to have long hair or short hair? I like the way long hair looks on me, because my face is chubby, but I love that short hair is so much easier to manage.

Do you think doing drugs is cool? Haha, no? I think it's just something for people to do. That's like asking if I think doing the dishes is cool. It's not awesome, but people do it.

If you could go to Africa, would you? If I had time to research all the areas I would be going to, yes. And I'd have to take my dad. It's his dream to go to Africa.

What were you doing at 9:00 a.m. this morning? I was lying in bed watching Tik Toks.

How often do you see your most recent ex? Never, thank goodness.

Have you ever driven without a license? Haha, yes. But I don't drive. It was just some practice at our old storage unit place, and then I had a panic attack so...

Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life? I know I have. That sounds cocky, but it's true because people have literally told me.

Who were you last in a car with? A Lyft driver on Friday. Haha, it just set in that I haven't left my apartment other than to walk my dog since Friday.

What is bothering you right now? The weekend is over, my back still hurts, and I don't want to work because of it.

What are you planning to do on your 19th birthday? Ha! My 19th birthday was forever ago. I can't even remember what I did for it.

Do you like cheesecake? I have to be in the mood for it, but sure.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? My husband.

Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon? Yes, I want to see Joker: Folie à Deux so bad! I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to. I'll probably have to play hooky on one of my husband's days off.

How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? Thirty-six.

How did you meet the last person you kissed? Through Facebook. We had mutual friends, we talked for a couple weeks before meeting in person, he invited me to a band practice, and the rest, as they say, is history.

What does your hair look like? It’s in eight braids.

Do you like your hair? I like when it cooperates with me, sure.

Do you wake up cranky? Most days, yes.

Are there certain things that can’t be joked about with you? Sure, and they're obvious things that nobody should joke about in the first place.

Do you care who wins the Super Bowl? Not really.

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing? I got it for Xmas a couple years ago. But more than likely, The Used's online shop.

Have you ever met your favorite band // singer? I have. Not the original line-up, but still.

Have you ever been in a life threatening situation? Yes.

Have you ever read the Hunger Games series? No.

Do you watch a lot of movies? A lot of horror movies, yes.

Have you ever had highlights in your hair? Well, I had streaks at one point. But they were teal.

Do you like to keep a routine? Not only do I like to, but I have to.

Who knows your biggest secrets? My journals.

Do you have any hickeys on you? No.

Have you ever made out with someone you weren’t dating? Yes.

Can you recall the last time you sincerely liked someone? Now. I love my husband.

Do you have any interesting tattoos/piercings? I wouldn't call my tattoos interesting, really. But I have had some wild piercings back in the day, haha. I've been pierced over like, twenty times.

Do you have a good relationship with your parent(s)? I do now, yes. Distance from my mom healed my relationship with her. And my dad getting sober healed my dad's relationships with all of us.

How many siblings do you have? I have two brothers, although I don't talk to one of them, and a sister.

What do you hear right now? The restaurant down the fucking street. Same three fucking beats, in rotation, almost every night.

What friend haven’t you seen in a while that you’d like to see? Oh man, I don't even want to pull at this string. Next!

Are your lips soft? Right now, not really actually. I just pressed my lips together and they feel a little chapped.

Who did you last shoot a dirty look at? Honestly, probably a parent of a kid at work.

Last time you were sick? I had a little sinus issue last week. I think it was from cleaning the bathroom without proper ventilation, though, and not actually catching it from somewhere.

Who came over last? My husband's friend. He had just got out of the hospital, and he didn't want to be alone, so he came over Friday night to chill.

Where is your next date? God, I hope it's soon. I'm dying for romance. We've just not had the time.

Whose car were you in last, besides your own? I don't have a car. It's always my husband's car. But I guess other than his, then it was my Lyft driver on Friday.

What letter does your boyfriend/girlfriend’s last name start with? L.

Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? Yes, he lives here.

What would you do if Jesse McCartney rang you up and asked you on a date?  I forgot about this guy - I'm pretty sure I thought him and Aaron Carter (RIP) was the same person.

Would you ever date someone who was absolutely gorgeous but thought they were better than everyone else? I'm married. But for the question's sake, probably not. I've done that before in the past and honestly, he wasn't even that cute and his attitude made him very unattractive.

Do you dislike anyone? No.

Why? I let go of the reasons I dislike a person when I let that person go. Like, the former question made me think of my brother that I don't talk to. I don't hate him, really. I just got fed up with all the things he's done to my family, and cut him loose. I want nothing but the best for him, and his family, because their my family, too. But, I also want nothing to do with that side of my family. I've had enough. It's not a grudge, like my mom likes to say, it's just the end of our relationship. Just because the same blood runs through our veins, doesn't mean we have to be family.

How would you feel if you got the person you liked? I got him.

Do you remember who you liked on New Year’s? My husband, haha.

Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough? Sure. It's something I'm working on to this day.

Do you understand football? Kind of. Not where I could explain it, but I can watch and follow along.

Explain your relationship status: Married to my best friend in the whole world.

Ever been called a jerk/bitch? Yes, both jokingly and seriously.

What do you think your mom does when she goes out? She's either running errands for my grandma or Ms. Betty, or shopping.

Do chickens have feelings? I think so. It's why I don't eat them. Tomorrow's seven years as a vegetarian for me!

Where is your sister right now? Probably at home.

What kind of phone do you have? Samsung Galaxy S8. Shut up, it still works fine.

What do you smell like? My leave-in conditioner, so kind of coconutty.

Are you allergic to anything? Yes, several things.

Have you ever been to a spa? No.

Do you miss someone? I do miss my husband. I'm still not used to his long, late hours yet.

Do you think they miss you too? I'm sure he would rather be here with me, yes.

Do you know how to do a cart-wheel? I've never done a cartwheel before in my life. I've always been afraid of breaking my neck, haha. Which is stupid, because I skateboarded in high school with no regard for breaks and bruises because I never wore pads or a helmet.

In one word, how would you define yourself? Tired.

How did you feel when you woke up? Tired and achy.

When was the last time you saw your father? Wednesday evening.

Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor? Ugh, yes, thanks for reminding me of that fucked up time in my life where I was either always high or drunk to numb the pain of my life outside of the drugs and alcohol.

Do you like surprises? I like to say I like "item surprises." Like, gifts and things like that. But don't surprise me with a party, or a trip, or anything like that. I need two to five business days to plan and prep mentally.

Who was the last person you held hands with? My husband.

When was the last time you laughed really hard? It was either yesterday morning or this morning, I can't remember. My husband said some funny shit, as usual, and had me cackling before coffee even.

Is it hard leaving people behind? Certain people. But mostly, no.

[kaycode1999]

Matchups?! I've never had one done, but I love LMK and I got hooked reading your posts!! I hope it's okay that I'm on anon, this is so cool and your analyses have been fun to read ✌️

- Okay, so, I'm kind of a frantic person when I'm not focused (so, always), but in emergencies I'm the one who takes the lead if everyone else is panicking. I've been called intimidating/straightforward, but I'm actually a terrified deer in the headlights of life, I just fake it well. I have anxiety and ADHD but I'm working hard on it! I'm much better at showing love through actions rather than words. I mean, I'm fine with giving words of advice or making the situation lighter with a joke... but genuinely comforting people is hard! I'm sure I'm introverted - I love people, but they wear me out and I prefer to observe. I'd much rather nap in a quiet garden or walk to 7/11 at 3a.m. than go to a convention or a busy store.

- I use they/them and I'm pan. I'm 5'11, I dress sporty-casual (black joggers, sneakers, tank top, hoodie, basically); I need to be able to move! The two things I really love are my rainbowy friendship bracelet from my bestie and my dark orange backpack full of useful things (bandaids or extra bus tickets or mints or five tangled pairs of headphones). The bag's very worn out, but from love, so it's fine.

- For hobbies I watch cartoons (of course), doodle, play piano, do yoga, paint/spraypaint, meditate, try to keep my pilea plant alive, babysit my baby cousin (it's fun!) & their cat, and play video games.

- I don't think I know my type, which is GOOD because I want you to read me to filth here -- I'll cherish whoever you pair me with!!! Wait, is that everything?! Did I do it right?! Thank you very much if you choose to do mine, this is fun and I hope you're having fun too!

- 🐹

Thank you so much, I’m glad you've enjoyed the other ones I've done😊 I mostly do these just based on how the personalities work together, so I hope you like this one too.

I match you with

our sweet gentle giant Sandy

This is probably obvious but he will definitely have calming tea for you at least once a day or as he sees you need it

He’s a level headed self assured guy so he’s isn’t intimidated or put off by your demeanor

He’ll help you with any difficulties related to your ADHD and as far as anxiety he has a calming presence

He seems like someone who’s love language is based more around actions than words anyway so that works out well

He lives on the water so if you need some time away from people you can just head out to an area where no one is around and just chill, maybe get some Sun on the deck or maybe some fishing

He appreciates that you are so prepared, he tends to be like the dad friend or more protective so the fact that you are so prepared makes you like the mom friend so honestly it makes sense

He does basically all of the same hobbies as you so you can do that stuff together which is fun

He’s actually really good with kids so your cousin will love hanging out with both of you ( And he’s a cat guy so of course he loves their cat too)

[murky-tannin]

If I had to choose one holiday (of the ones i know, if not celebrate) to be worldwide and something every country celebrated, it would have to be halloween. It's literally just a good time. Only negatives being people who take things to far with jumpscares (esp online) and the amount of unstoppable horror movie ads.

You get to dress up however you want but it's fine if you don't. You can put up fun or scary decorations and it can be as over the top or as minimal as you want. Pumpkins! At least for places that have them! And if you do have access to pumpkins, pumpkin carving and the many meals you can make is so fun. Plus the stuff that happens around halloween. Haunted houses, corn mazes, costume parties with friends, horror stories, hayrides, or the most essential part: trick or treating.

Which is THE BEST as a kid. I was a bit unlucky and people started mistaking me as an adult in daily life by the time i was 12 so I had less luck in more then 1 piece of candy per house. Luckily those in my neighborhood know me but the further i got out the less luck in amount i got 😔some people also refuse to give candy to anyone they perceive as "too old" but fortunately I've only dealt with one of those refusals once in my life cause the area I live in rocks. And now I get to take the kids around myself and sometimes get some extra candy as their guardian!

It's the best day ever as a kid, even for someone like me who was an intensely fearful and anxious child. I remember seeing this incredible yard full of decorations and even moving animatronics (yeah it was wild) that I thought was so impressive as a 5 year old, but the gigantic moving spider over their gateway made me too nervous to go into the yard. I deliberated for multiple minutes because i wanted A: candy and B: to tell whoever owned the yard how amazing it was. The man noticed me from his window after some time, came out in his awesome bigfoot costume to the edge of the fence and personally delivered candy. Got a chance to thank him and praise his yard and even got some extra candy for trying to hype myself up to go in myself for so long.

And like,, that's so cool. Especially since where I live the community is very isolated and we don't have a lot of events or interactions.

Now as an adult I love halloween because. Well duh candy. And to give kids the same fun experience I would have each year, even if i don't have many decorations to put out. I tend to start the night out with handing out candy to kids before joining the kids i babysit while they go trick or treating. And seeing them get excited (while letting them run ahead a bit because I know how it feels to be stuck right by your parent/guardian's hip while trick or treating) is such a good feeling. Halloween is just a blast all around