#magic playplace

[orcagere]

can you do like a goblincore mixed with kidcore theme? sorry, I'm not quite sure how this works

i'm not entirely sure what you meant, but I did my best! If I didn't achieve what you were looking for, feel free to submit another request detailing it a bit more and I'll try again. And no worries, this is new for me too :)

[twogyuu]

not really magic

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which Jeonghan runs out of babysitter options, so he drops Nina off with Vernon and his girlfriend. Little do either of them know, just maybe the little girl is more capable of making them confront the questions of their future than most adults.

Genre: Fluff, mild angst, good helping of crack, established relationship, featuring ex!JJK

Warnings: Profanity, McDonald's PlayPlace

WC: ~6.3k

A/N: It's Nina from Wonwoo's Tasty Milk (and Cereal) causing chaos again! This has been in the works for a hot minute! Unedited and VERY cringe-y, cheesy, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I'm kind of embarrassed to be publishing it tbh, but it's the most I've written in forever so I'm just publishing it and then running/hiding💀🤡 The thought that two people are mature enough to talk about these mundane things just makes me feel some type of way T^T

This wasn't inspired by any particular song, but kyungsoo's 'somebody' and sundial's 'rollercoaster' are quite fitting for this fic. Happy reading :)

. . . .

It was a well-known fact that Vernon was not very good with children. 

He was not unkind or inconsiderate towards them by any means, but he simply didn’t know how to interact or communicate with them.

And to be frank, though you were a little better than him, it was only by a margin because you had younger siblings at some point (they’re now grown) and kid cousins. It has been a while since you’ve been around children in general – he’d imagine you were rusty to some end. 

Consequently, it took him by surprise when Jeonghan called and you agreed to watch his four-year old daughter on Saturday while Jeonghan and his wife were at yet another wedding of their in-laws.

To be fair, however, Wonwoo and Leah were also attending, so their usual babysitter was already not an option. The backup, Mingyu and his best friend (cough, cough – situationship), were out of town attending a music festival. Seungkwan, the backup to the backup, was hosting someone’s bachelor party. The only other father of the group, Minghao, had his hands full with growing and surprisingly, wild twins. Seungcheol was an expecting parent – his wife could go into labor at any moment. The rest of the crew was only slightly less reliable than Vernon and you. 

He guessed that extra one percent must count for something. 

There was no doubt Jeonghan and his wife were still nervous about leaving Nina with the two of you – and rightfully so. 

Vernon and you were relatively young – in age, spirit, and well, your relationship. At least from what Jeonghan could observe, the two of you were clearly not ready for kids, whether they be your own or Jeonghan’s.

Vernon was terrified and he had a feeling Mr. and Mrs. Yoon were too. 

They perhaps trusted Vernon a little less than they did you because while Vernon was standing and staring down at Nina by the front door of your apartment, Jeonghan’s wife was going through a laminated sheet of instructions and tips with you in regards to caring for Nina in the next six hours. Hands on hips, Jeonghan was standing over his wife’s shoulder, offering supportive nods and stern, unhelpful ‘mhm’s’ to back her up. 

“Hello,” Nina finally squeaked, peering up at Vernon. 

She was definitely Jeonghan’s kid – it was in the eyes: brown, round, and innocent, but with a hint of mischief glaring in the corner of her irises. 

“Hey,” Vernon greeted back casually. 

“Where’s Uncle Wonwoo?” she asked. Her eyes wandered from the tall man and glossed over the unfamiliar apartment. 

“Uh,” Vernon panicked and stalled in his reply. 

Why the heck was she asking about Wonwoo? Vernon can’t remember already knowing his babysitter by name when he was four.  

“Uncle Wonwoo has a giant teddy bear in his house!” she marveled. Her tone was quick to dip into disappointment. “But I don’t see him here.”

Vernon felt his breath grow more shallow. By the power of Boo Seungkwan, he hoped this kid wouldn’t already start crying on him. 

He had to make her feel better. How do people make kids happy?

Games? They like games, right?

“Do you wanna play rock, paper, scissors?” Vernon blurted. 

Nina peered up at him again, face twisting as she processed the situation and her emotions – confused, curious, and amused. 

He would take it. 

Vernon silently held out his fist to the girl, waiting for her to take the bait. 

“What are you guys doing?” your voice floated into the vicinity, breaking the silence and awkwardness. 

Nina and Vernon looked over to find you standing with Jeonghan and his wife on either side of you. Vernon noted how the way his wife was dressed in a light blue and him in a dark suit, was eerily reminiscent of an angel and devil on your shoulders. 

“He asked if I wanted to play block, paper, scissors,” Nina explained quietly. She looked back nervously at Vernon. 

Granted Nina had not been around Vernon and his girlfriend a lot, her uneasy behavior around Vernon did not go unnoticed by Jeonghan. Nina was smart: wary of strangers, but never shy like this. Perhaps shy wasn’t the right word, but there definitely something going on in that little head of hers. As if she was calculating and observing, trying to decipher Vernon. 

You raised a curious eyebrow in the direction of your boyfriend.

“It’s rock, paper, scissors, Nini,” Jeonghan corrected his daughter softly. He skirted around you to come pick her up, a quiet grunt leaving his lips when he heaped her up into his arms. Nina curled into her dad’s chest. 

“We’ll be back in a little while, baby,” Mrs. Yoon walked over to the father-daughter duo. She rubbed the little’s cheeks with the back of her finger to soothe her. 

Nina lifted her head from her dad’s shoulder and whispered a little too loudly. “What if they’re not fun like Uncle Wonwoo?” 

“Nina,” her mom chided. 

“Dang, little girl,” you said under your breath. 

Vernon bit the inside of his cheek, holding back the urge to laugh. You were blunt for better or for worse. 

Jeonghan, her father a little more understanding knowing Vernon for longer, rubbed the little girl’s back. “They’ll be . . . just fine.”

. . . .

Vernon was not sure what Nina did exactly when she went over to Wonwoo’s place, but it must’ve been comparably better than what she was doing here. 

Shortly after Jeonghan left, the little girl dumped out the contents of her bag and began to busy herself with the rather few activities she brought along: a coloring book and a set of markers, a hard-covered picture book with a dog on the cover, a doll, and five pieces of those giant Legos. She burned through each item pretty fast – Vernon figured you could only stack the different colored blocks in various order so many times before you got bored. 

It was fortunate that Nina already had lunch before coming over and her mother had packed a simple snack of apples and peanut butter to bridge her to dinner. However, as the clock ticked closer to 6PM and the little girl was growing bored, you could also tell she was getting hangry. 

Vernon had tasked you with entertaining and playing with Nina. It wasn’t fair, but he figured Nina would like you better than him. He would just observe from afar and take some notes for next time. 

“Can I ask you something, Miss Y/N?” Nina wondered aloud. She brushed her doll’s hair with a small purple plastic brush. 

Sitting criss-crossed across from her, you hummed and nodded. “Sure, squirt – what is it?”

You didn’t think much of it. A four-year-old’s questions can’t be that deep. 

“Are you and Uncle Vernon like my mommy and daddy?” she looked up at you innocently. “And like Uncle Wonwoo and Auntie Leah? Why did mommy tell me to call you ‘miss’ instead of auntie?”

You choked, feeling your cheeks grow warm as you glanced over your shoulder at Vernon. Sure enough, his eyes were lifted from his phone and boring holes through your back – not without the slightest smirk and quirk of an eyebrow. He waited patiently for your answer. The question was honest and innocent – he wasn’t sure what was so funny about it to him or embarrassing to you, but it was. 

“Um, kind of,” you replied slowly. 

“Huh?” she crinkled her nose. 

“Uncle Vernon is, err . . . my boyfriend,” you explained, wondering if she understood the concept of stages in relationships. 

“Boyfriend?” Nina repeated. “Like . . . a friend boy?”

“N-no! No, no!” you exclaimed. Now, you didn’t want to give Jeonghan’s kid the wrong idea about being friends with boys meant a romantic relationship. “N-not . . . really.”

“Then you’re like mommy and daddy?” she said more certainly this time. 

“No,” you sighed, “Your mommy and daddy are married. Wonwoo and Leah are engaged – they’re going to get married. Uncle Vernon and I . . . like each other a lot but we. . . aren’t there yet.”

“Will you get married?” Nina asked innocently. 

“Um,” your voice trailed off, feeling your heart race at her bluntness. That decision wasn’t entirely up to you, but how did you explain that to a four-year-old? Gosh, why did she ask such hard questions in the first place?

The fortunate thing about being four was that your attention span wasn’t very long. 

Nina huffed, setting her doll onto the floor. “Miss Y/N, I’m hungry,” she rubbed her tummy. “Can we eat?”

You let out a small sigh of relief. Classic Yoon: puts you in your doom, but somehow also saves you from it. 

“Sure baby,” you reply, you threw Vernon a quick look over your shoulder. “Let’s see what’s in the fridge.”

“Um wait–” Vernon rose from his chair.

“Yay!” Nina cheered. She stood up excitedly and grabbed your hand. Despite her immense effort, not surprisingly, you don’t move much. “Does Uncle Vernon cook well? Uncle Wonwoo doesn’t, but Auntie Leah does.”

“Y/N, hold on,” Vernon jogged over and grabbed your other hand. 

You paused in your stride and peered at him through your lashes. You waited patiently for him to continue. Nina looked up the same and impatiently swung your linked hands around. 

“Um,” he played with your fingers quietly. His cheeks felt warm as he confessed, “We . . . I-I, um, haven’t gone grocery shopping yet.”

“Oh,” you said softly, putting the pieces together slowly. “So . . . what you’re saying is you don’t have food?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

“Vernon,” you started. There was a scolding tone to it. “I told you to grab a few things before Nina came over.”

“I know, I know! I just got carried away with work and stuff,” he explained. 

You pulled your hand away from him, pressing your lips into a thin line. You can’t believe he didn’t do it! You had reminded him three days in advance and all the days to follow after. Per usual, your mind spun to the future. If he could pull through for this, what did it mean for when the two of you live together?

Just as you opened your mouth to say something, Nina suddenly let out a high-pitch shrill. “Yay!” 

You both startled and looked down at the little girl, confused. 

“Let’s have McDonald’s for dinner,” she stated firmly. 

Nina grinned wide. There was a mischievous glint in her dark brown eyes, one that was all too reminiscent of her father’s. 

She was a Yoon through and through, alright. 

. . . .

A quarter pounder, double cheeseburger, large fries, twenty pieces of McNuggets with one of each of the special sauces, Fanta, topped with a chocolate milk that Nina was sipping on was spread out on the two square tables you pushed together to hold all your food. This looked like it could feed a family of six, yet you were only three people. Originally, the plan was just to get Nina a Happy Meal, you and Vernon with your own individuals, but the little girl insisted on additional McNuggets and fries too – when you were in the bathroom. 

You were quick to learn that Vernon had little to no immunity to the little girl. It was understandable, but you hated playing the “bad cop” and disciplining her. 

“Wanna see a magic trick, Nina?” Vernon asked with his mouth full. 

She grinned at him, excitedly. 

Vernon’s expression mirrored her own and held up a McNugget in front of his palm. “Watch carefully.”

Nina nodded while stuffing a fry into her mouth. 

There was a dramatic pause, his free hand covering then uncovering the McNugget like he was casting some sort of spell on it. You too found yourself curiously watching from the opposite end of the table, your chewing slowing. 

His hand blocking the view of the McNugget, though you could clearly see his face from where you were sitting, he quickly stuffs the piece in his mouth. Vernon smiled brightly, with his mouth closed as he chewed, clapping his hands together as if he just puffed it into Dragon Land instead of his mouth. 

Nonetheless, Nina being a kid and equally fond of your boyfriend, marveled excitedly. 

You scoffed, shaking your head, mumbling a quiet ‘seriously’ under your breath. Vernon must have heard it though – his eyes flickered up at you momentarily while taking Nina’s hand in his own. 

You reached over and adjusted Nina’s tray. “C’mon Nina, finish your apple dippers – we gotta go.”

She turns her attention away from Vernon and back to you. She stared at you with wide-eyes, mildly creepily – you knew this look. It was reminiscent of when Jeonghan knew he just pissed off his wife, but she doesn’t know yet, and he was trying to butter her up before then (it never works though). 

Nina’s chubby little fingers clung tightly onto your forearm, nails digging into your skin as she jumped and whined. 

“Miss Y/N, do we have to go so soon?” she asked cautiously. She craned her neck towards the PlayPlace to one side of you. “Can we stay a bit longer? If I finish my Apple Dippers?”

Now you finally understood why Nina wanted to not only eat from McDonald’s, but also in it. 

“Nina,” you grabbed her wrist in an attempt to calm her down, “There’s a reason why your mommy doesn’t let you go inside the playground.”

“PlayPlace!” she was quick to correct you.

You huffed and repeated after her, “PlayPlace. Nina – we’re not going to disobey your mommy.”

“Why?! Daddy does it all the time,” she protested. 

You heard Vernon snort from the other side of the linoleum table. He was halfway through another Mcnugget, doing his best to suppress the grin forming on his face. 

“Your daddy and I are not the same,” you told her. “Besides,” you wrinkle your nose, “It’s disgusting in there – feet and all.”

“Miss Y/N!” she threw her head back in a howl. 

She gave you her best puppy eyes, but you didn’t budge.

As if a light bulb went off in her mind, she perked up and let go of you. Timidly, Nina circles around and approaches the other side of the table. Hands clasped behind her back, her fingers tangling with the strings that pulled her dress back, she peered up innocently at Vernon and offered him a friendly smile. 

“Uncle Vernon?” she asked. Her tone was completely changed from when she was begging you just seconds earlier. 

“Hm?” he hummed, oblivious as day to the little girl’s advances. 

“Will you play with me?” Nina continued. 

“Uh,” Vernon’s eyes flickered up to you and you simply leaned back in your seat, getting comfortable as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

To be frank, taking care of Nina with Vernon did not feel like it was with Vernon. From home to here, you were the little girl’s main companion on top of making sure she was safe, hydrated, and well-fed. Vernon trailed the two of you like a lost shadow. You were annoyed at his lack of contribution, to say the least. It’s not that you didn’t like Nina and you were trying to be understanding of Vernon, but taking care of a child (and low-key him) was difficult – your sanity mattered to! You weren’t Wonowoo – you could only say and take so much about Pokemon! 

Perhaps it was already too soon to be thinking about this, but it was difficult to ignore the voice at the back of your head, nagging about what this meant for you and Vernon in the future. Granted you both have only been dating for a little over a year, the question of marriage and kids were far and few. When they did arrive, it usually was in the form of a loose tease from Seungkwan about how the two of you were hopeless as parents. Vernon would just shake his head and laugh it off. 

He never seemed to take this topic quite seriously. Your passing comments about cute kids at the zoo or how the Penguins of Madagascar showing was filled with children and their parents, were taken lightly, when perhaps you didn’t really want them to be. 

You knew you wanted at least one kid, but did Vernon?

You needed to ask and you were aware, but you thought it was probably pretty ridiculous to bring this up already. I mean, this might not be forever, right? 

A lot has already changed in this year. 

A lot can change in a year. 

Your internal struggles aside, you were interested to see how Vernon handled Nina on his own. 

“Uncle Vernon?” Nina asked again, “Pretty please? I’ll eat all my apple dippers!”

“But your mom and Y/N . . .” his voice trailed off as he echoed your concern. 

“It’s okay! Mommy’s not here and I have you and Miss Y/N! And there are nets and mats,” she pointed out to him. 

Vernon hesitated – why was it so difficult for him to turn her down? He was an adult after all. 

 “I mean,” he rubbed the back of his head and looked up at you again. “I guess?”

You smirked, cocking an eyebrow at him. Maybe, out of spite, you’ll let this one go for once. Vernon can explain to Mrs. Yoon why her daughter reeks of feet and grease when they come to pick her up later tonight. 

“Whoo!” Nina cheered as she ran back to her seat next to you. She started shoving the last of her apple slices in her mouth in a haste, not even caring for the caramel dip. 

“Slow down, Nina,” you warned. 

“Uncle Vernon is the coolest!” she shouted instead. She grinned happily with pieces of apple stuck in her teeth, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

. . . .

It was an instant regret for Vernon. 

Currently, he was trapped in one of the blue plastic cube bridge pieces at the very top. He was far too grown for the PlayPlace and could not bulldoze through it like Nina. While the little girl easily maneuvered her way around the maze, Vernon could hardly crawl through it. He tried to curl into a small ball and waddle through, but that wasn’t helpful either. The extra creaking with each step was also not very reassuring. The only nice thing was that there weren’t other children in the PlayPlace right now; no douchey eight-year-old to hurry the fuck up. 

“Uncle Vernon, come on!” 

But, there was Nina. 

Her head popped into view, the netting separating him and her. “You’re so slow! We have to climb through all of this before Miss Y/N tells us to go!”

Vernon shifted uncomfortably, feeling his neck tighten from the cramped position he was in. “Maybe we should go,” he tried. 

“Nope, nope!” Nina shook her head furiously. “We’re already inside! There’s a slide at the end.” She curled her fingers through the netting and jumped excitedly. “We can go down and run back in before she sees us.” 

Vernon followed her nervous gaze towards you down on the floor. You’re seated at the same table the three of you were just eating at, scrolling through your phone. Despite your calm expression, Vernon could definitely tell, something wasn’t sitting right with you. 

“Let’s go!” Nina shouted.

“Nina, wait–”

However, the little girl was already crawling down the narrow corridor at the speed of a lab mouse trained to recognize a maze. 

Vernon sighed, sparing you one last glance before he continued. You’re watching him this time though. It was comical the way the contraption creaked again and the corner of your lips tweaked up as if to mock him. 

He looked away and followed in the general direction Nina had headed. He really shouldn’t be in here – what if one of the screws were loose and all just collapsed with one misstep?

Vernon felt guilty for thinking such thoughts knowing Jeonghan’s daughter was in here with him right now. He had to keep her safe! He can’t be manifesting these disasters. Turning the corner towards a light, Vernon decided that the goal would to slide out of here with Nina and not go in. Maybe, he could say it was because he would get in trouble with you or something. 

“Boo!” 

“Agh! What the fuck!” Vernon shouted. He tumbled towards an opening, hand resting on his chest. Searching his surroundings, he found Nina beside him, giggling. 

“Language!” he heard you shout in the distance. 

“Fuck!” Nina repeated. She hid a chuckle behind her hand.

“Don’t say that, Nina,” Vernon scolds her breathlessly. 

“But why?” she asked. “You did – do people say it when they’re scared? Fuck!” 

“Oh my god – Nina, stop,” he shook his head anxiously. “Th-that’s only a word, adults are allowed to say, okay? If you say it in front of Miss Y/N or your parents, you’re going to be in big trouble.”

“I can say it with you though, right, Uncle Vernon?” she whispered. “Fuck!”

“No, you cannot,” Vernon stated sternly. He looked at the opening. This must be the slide. He pointed to it and told the little girl, “Let’s go down, okay? I’ve had enough fun for tonight.”

“Aw,” Nina whined, “Already?”

There was another groan from the equipment – louder this time. He cannot stay here much longer.

“Yes,” Vernon nudged her towards the opening. “You first, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Fine,” she pouted. Her short arms hang onto the top rim, swinging back and forth to build momentum before launching herself down. “Whee!”

When Vernon heard her land on the other side, he stuck his legs, one by one, into the tube and tried to push himself down. 

Key word – tried.

He got stuck after sliding probably two feet. Vernon groaned and threw his head back. “Seriously?”

“Uncle Vernon?” Nina’s voice echoed through the slide. “Are you coming?”

“Y-yeah,” he used the heel of his Converse to nudge himself a little further. “Just stuck.”

“Oh no!” Nina cried. He heard her step into the slide again. “Should I come help you?”

“No, no, no!” Vernon exclaimed desperately, “Go back to Y/N – I’ll be out soon. Promise.”

The last thing he wanted to happen was for Nina to be crawling up and he suddenly crashed into her. 

“Okay.”

He let out a small breath of relief when he heard a soft landing of her shoes on the foam carpeting. Vernon inches down slowly, finally gaining some traction. He started to speed up with the combination of pushing with his hand, pulling himself forward, and static. When he saw the clearing, relief washed over him. 

However, as luck would have it, of course, he’s too damn tall for the opening. Vernon was cramped at the opening, knees tucked and arms squeezed between his body and the plastic. His neck was craned to the right – he could hardly look up at you and Nina who were hand-in-hand watching him. 

“Um,” he smiled sheepishly, “Help?”

Nina was a little faster than you, rushing over to his aid. Her added weight as she climbed onto the landing must’ve been the straw that broke the camel’s back because Vernon heard a sickening crack and his arm suddenly felt a little looser and freer. 

Well, fuck. 

. . . .

“Y/N!” 

You were bent over, hastily adjusting Nina’s sweater before the three of you left McDonald’s. You were irritable after quite literally breaking Vernon free from the PlayPlace slide. It was embarrassing to have to explain to the teen McDonald’s employee that your boyfriend created a crack in the slide, when there was a sign that quite literally said no one older than eight years-old was allowed to enter the contraption. 

When you look up, your eyes immediately widen as you’re greeted with the sight of your ex, Jungkook. 

His hair was a little longer now, and permed, the tips of his bangs hanging over his bright doe eyes. His fashion didn’t seem to change – still sporting the simple jeans and baggy t-shirts; a plaid flannel was tied to waist. What took you aback, when perhaps it shouldn’t have, was the petite girl in a white sundress who wrapped her hand tightly around Jungkook’s arm when she saw you. 

All thoughts of Nina, who was standing between you and Vernon, fled your mind. You stiffened, unsure of how to respond and what to say, other than a strained ‘hi.’ 

It wasn’t that Jungkook has a sore spot in your memory – in fact, your breakup was mutual and as good as anyone could ask it to be. After four years of dating since high school, you realized you both grew into different people, and therefore, apart in college. It was a mutual loss of feelings for one another, a mutual agreement that you should go your separate ways. Of course, you were sad for a short bit, but nothing of a heartache. 

Nonetheless, there was a part of you that wished he didn’t see you when you were upset with your current partner. Jungkook probably did not have those sort of malicious thoughts, like ‘didn’t know how good she had it with me,’ and it was most certainly all in your head. 

Or perhaps it was you? You wanted to show him you were doing well, but you couldn’t fake it at this moment. 

All in all, the reappearance of your ex, only made you feel more insecure for some reason. Maybe Vernon wasn’t the right person for you even if deep down you wanted him to be. You knew your break up with Vernon would be much worse than the one with Jungkook. 

“Nice to see you again,” Jungkook tried. His eyes flickered to Vernon – they weren’t close, but they knew each other peripherally from mutual friends. Jungkook quickly added, “The both of you.”

“Likewise,” Vernon piped up in a neutral tone. 

“Um,” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, looking from Vernon to you and back. Momentarily, he glossed over Nina, an idea of the situation clearly forming in his head. “Are the two of you . . .?” his voice trailed off. 

It must’ve come as a surprise to see you and Vernon together like this for neither of you were close in university. This relationship was almost a surprise to you and Vernon, yourselves. You couldn’t blame Jungkook for being puzzled.

At this, Vernon reached for your hand and cleared his throat. He gave you a firm squeeze, resting his free hand on Nina’s shoulder. To be frank, Vernon didn't care what idea exactly Jungkook was getting – the point was, you were together. Boyfriend-girlfriend, husband-wife, father-mother. Jungkook could think Nina was somehow your kid and he wouldn’t mind. 

“We are," Vernon finally answered firmly.

You turned to your boyfriend with wide eyes. 

“Oh,” Jungkook said softly. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thanks, I am too,” he looked back at you nonchalantly before nodding in Jungkook’s direction. “On that note, we should be on our way.” He ushered Nina towards the door. “Enjoy your meal.”

. . . .

When the three of you returned to your apartment, you started preparing Nina for bed. It was clear to Vernon that something was bothering you – you were quiet for the rest of the evening, diving head first in taking care of Nina. And to be honest, something bothered Vernon too since encountering Jungkook. 

Vernon did not envy others, nor did he claim to be perfect. It wasn’t that he was jealous of Jungkook and the unknown, presumably happy past that you had with him. What happened, happened and you were with Vernon now. He’d like to think you were satisfied with this relationship just as much as him. Nothing would change that. Vernon was content with who he was, who he had become, and who he was next to you. Nonetheless, Vernon was only human – insecurities were inevitable despite his best efforts. 

He knew this turbulence making him solemn was irrational. You had not given him a reason to doubt you and he never did to begin with. Despite knowing this, it didn’t make this feeling any less real. 

Did you regret breaking up with Jungkook? Was Jungkook a better boyfriend than Vernon? 

From what Vernon has heard through the grapevine, Jungkook happened to be every girl’s dream in university. Good-looking and adventurous, yet still respectful and caring. 

Vernon thought he looked alright, but his style was unconventional. He liked to take the city bus around at night if that counts as being adventurous?

For fucks sake, Vernon was no Jeon Jungkook. Vernon was in fact just stuck in a slide today. 

Though he knew it was unproductive to ponder these things, it was what kept him preoccupied as he put Nina to bed. 

“You should kiss Miss Y/N,” Nina stated randomly. 

Vernon furrowed his brows at the little girl. 

“She looks sad and you do too,” Nina explained. She laid her small hand over Vernon’s. “That’s what daddy does when mommy is sad.”

“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep,” Vernon sighed, pulling the blanket up to cover her chest. 

“Do you love Miss Y/N, Uncle Vernon?” Nina asked. 

God, the gall of kids – always asking the hardest, but most important questions obliviously. 

“Miss Y/N said earlier that you’re her boyfriend,” Nina continued. She kicked her feet under the covers. “Do you have to love each other to be boyfriends? Kind of like mommy and daddy are mommy and daddy because they love each other? Or Uncle Wonwoo and Auntie Leah? Miss Y/N didn’t tell me earlier when I asked about getting married.”

Did he love you? Did he want to marry you?

Vernon hesitated to answer and to be frank, he hated that he was. However, it wasn’t because he didn’t – these questions of the future were just overwhelming and he enjoyed what you had now. Alas, if things were to progress, he’d have to have answers to them soon. 

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know, kid,” Vernon mumbled. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Good night, Nina.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply, turning and making his way to the door. 

“You should still kiss her, Uncle Vernon!” Nina whispered in the dark. “Good night!”

. . . .

When Vernon exited your bedroom where Nina was residing for the rest of the evening, he found you sitting on the kitchen counter. Your head is hung, eyes swarmed with questions like his own. Your legs swing back and forth, gently knocking against the cupboards. There’s an open bag of Cheeze-Its sitting next to you. 

Vernon walked over, quietly and cautiously. He knew you knew he was present, but didn’t acknowledge him. Tenderly, Vernon reached for your hand, loosely weaving his fingers in between your own. Eyes slowly rising to look at you, he mindlessly ran thumb along the side of your hand. He offered you a wistful smile as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his other hand. His touch lingered across your cheek.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked softly. 

You paused for a moment, eyes flickering up to the ceiling before falling to your lap again. You let out a heavy breath. Your heart swelled, appreciating how he always made these kinds of moments feel a little easier.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. 

“For what?” Vernon asked despite having a pretty good idea of what you were referring to.  

“What happened at McDonald’s, running into Jungkook,” you explained, “Today.”

He hummed in understanding. “What about today, exactly?”

It was hard to hold your gaze – it was scary, but he knew he had to. He tried his best to put on an encouraging expression, knowing that this conversation, and further, this relationship would not go anywhere if neither of you were present, physically and mentally, and trying to avoid it. 

Only the ticking of the wall clock filled the room, deafeningly so. It was slowly drowned out by the sound of blood starting to rush in his ears, tension growing thick with each passing second. 

Your voice barely above a whisper, you took a shaky breath and confessed, “I like you a lot, Chwe . . . and,” you inhaled sharply, squeezing his hand. “That terrifies me.” You swallowed harshly, “Because what if you don’t feel the same? Or we want different things? I think I’d be . . .heartbroken.” A melancholic chuckle left your lips and you shook your head. “That's why sometimes, I feel like I treat you like such - we get too close and I push you away.”

The fear in losing him was evident in the terror that etched its way in between the space of your brows. Vernon was sympathetic; simultaneously, his heart swelled like a balloon rapidly being filled with water to the rim, threatening to burst at one final drop. The adrenaline that rushed through his veins felt like that of being confessed to by a middle school crush behind the bleachers of the soccer field, except, well, you and him were already together.

“I was worried there for a second,” Vernon stated truthfully. 

Your eyes whipped up. 

He played with your fingers. “I thought you were regretting dating me for a sec.”

“Oh?” you said softly. 

“I was kind of not the best boyfriend today either and then we saw Jungkook and I thought maybe you felt differently about me,” he explained. 

“Vernon, no!” your hands reached up to cup his face.

“I mean, can you blame me?” he chuckled half-heartedly, “I got stuck in a slide when you told us not to go.”

“I think today,” started slowly, “Made the both of us think a lot about us and what the future holds.”

“So, it wasn’t just me,” Vernon acknowledged quietly. He thought to himself momentarily before continuing. “What do you want?” You stared at him owlishly, your desires on the tip of your tongue, but fearful to share them with him. “We can’t move past this if we don’t talk about it.”

When you still didn't reply, Vernon offered, “I can tell you what I want?” 

You nodded once. 

“I think dating you for a few more years sounds okay,” he started, staring off to the side. He nodded, better affirming his words. 

He paused, making you grow anxious – does that mean he planning on breaking up with you?

“And then, maybe . . . being married sounds nice too – nice is an understatement,” the words felt unfamiliar as they fell from his lips, but he kind of liked it. “It seems far away, but I’d really love that.” 

This was something he hadn’t told anyone before because he never felt quite the same with them as he did with you. It wasn’t just easy and comfortable being with you – it was something more. It was in hard moments like this, where these conversations were difficult, but you both still managed. It was in lighter moments, where he could enjoy your company and feel relaxed. It was everything in between. 

Call him corny, but maybe the word ‘love’ can’t encompass it all that he felt for you. 

His face stretched into a grin when you chortle and shake your head. Playfully, you push him away, but Vernon was quick to catch onto your wrists. “You did really well with Nina today.”

“I think she liked you more than me,” you mumbled. 

“What do you think of Nina?” he asked. 

“She’s Jeonghan’s daughter, alright,” you joked. 

“She did suggest I kiss you tonight,” Vernon remarked, remembering his chat with the little girl before this. 

“Well,” you wrap your arms around his neck, “Do you . . . want to?”

Vernon answered by leaning in, lightly pressing his lips against yours. It’s fleeting, but still filled with the same sincerity as every other passionate kiss you’ve shared before. 

“If you want kids though, I’m not sure I’m ready for them yet,” Vernon said when you pulled away. 

“Oh with how you broke that slide, that’s certain,” you joked. 

“Does that mean you do?” 

“A family? With you?” you wrinkled your nose playfully. “Nonsense.”

He knew that look – when you don’t really mean what you say, but rather the opposite. Despite all the angst prior, this conversation was surprisingly easy to have. Maybe that was the lesson to be learned: not perfection, but just doing. 

Vernon chuckled, about to lean for another kiss when suddenly Nina’s familiar shrill shattered the moment. He jumped away from you as if you were delinquents caught by your mothers making out in the kitchen. 

“Mommy said we shouldn’t sit there like that!” she squealed, her fingers pointing at you on the counter. 

"Nina, you're supposed to be sleeping," you scold.

“We shouldn’t sit there like that though,” Vernon acknowledged. He walked over and helped you down, not without pulling you into his side though. You’re a little stunned with him being so affectionate suddenly – not that he never was, but he usually showed it in other ways, smaller gestures like the kiss he’s pressing into your temple now. 

Nina eyes the both of you curiously, the situation being pieced together slowly in her tiny head. It was visible when she put it all together, her eyes lit up. 

“Are guys getting married now!?”

Or not. 

. . . .

Epilogue

“Hey dad,” Nina tapped Jeonghan’s forearm. Pushing a piece of kimchi between his lips, he hummed softly and glanced over at his daughter. “Do you want to see a magic trick? Uncle Vernon taught me.”

When did Vernon start learning magic tricks?

“Sure,” he nodded, curious to see what his friend taught his daughter. 

With her training chopsticks with Ryan Bear on one end, she holds up a slice of pork in front of her hand. Shielding it with her other hand, she stuffed the piece of meat quickly in her mouth and shouted, “Ta-da!”

Jeonghan swallowed his food harshly and narrowed his eyes at his daughter. “Squirt – what?”

“Did you like it?” she grinned happily, returning to her food. 

“You j-just . . . ate your pork though?” Jeonghan stated. 

“Mhm! Magic!” Nina chirped. She giggled happily and took Jeonghan by surprise by shouting, "Fuck!"

Jeonghan nearly spat his water out, the profanity ringing in his ears. "Who taught you that word!?"

"Uncle Vernon too!" she kicked her feet happily.

Jeonghan ran a hand over his face and mumbled under his breath, “Oh dear - Yoon Nina, in this household, we do not use that kind of language do you hear?"

Nina's joy simmered down and she shrank back, nodding understandably. She knew when her dad used that voice, she shouldn't push her boundaries further.

His wife popped her head into the room upon hearing his brewing. 

Jeonghan sighed exasperatedly and turned to his wife, "I think we should stop hiring my friend’s as Nina’s babysitters.”

[ask-the-critters-survival-au]

Greetings Bobby Bearhug, we wish you no harm and we ask that you spare Hoppy Hopscotch from what ever lashing you have planned for as long as you and the rest of the critters survive theirs a chance for escape for you all. And I don't mean the prototype, no it holds only pain and torment. No what I mean in escape is with the help of an individual code named Angel. We do not know when or how they will get their but we do know this. The Angel has the talent to stop all this pain and torture but they will require guidance to key points. Including the Playcare. My question to you is this. Will you be willing to lend a helping hand to save not only those under your care, but also those who lay in wait? Including Dogday who waits in the darkness that is the playplace in Playcare. We can't force you into helping nor do we dare to try and overstep our boundaries by trying to force events to happen, but we can give valuable information and can even be a good way to keep an eye on other entities that become available for us to send our "Asks". I do apologize for the long message but theirs still much to be said in so little time. Be strong and be swift for we know not when Prototype or the inslaved Catnap will strike. With what little magic I personally have I will try to send you both a special mini plushy of yourself and Hoppy. They will be able to mentally link to you so you both can talk even while a long ways away, you can tell them apart from normal minis thanks to purple markings on their heads. Be safe friends

Yes, of course I’ll help…I refuse to get my hopes up about DogDay, though. I’ve had them up for long enough.

[Mod note: Can’t answer the part about the player. Still haven’t decided if they are even in this story or not. Also I’m sorry but the mind link goes against the rules. It’d help them a little TOO much, which is bad bc they need to suffer :)]

[strawberry-cowmilk]

In the human world Diavolo's son is crying becoase other kids made fun of him and broke his favorite toy. He did not want to fight back becoase his father forbid him from hurting humans. Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer react.

hi! aww, that's so sad but I hope you like what I made of your idea!

they react to diavolo's son getting bullied

-> lucifer, barbatos and diavolo

mc's gender is not mentioned, the child can be either biological or adopted, not proof read

content warnings: bullying

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Lucifer

diavolo was at an important meeting right now, so lucifer was going to pick his son up from whatever school/ daycare he was at

the sight that was awaiting him was quite the shock

lucifer had to hold back from screaming, diavolo wouldn't be happy if he started yelling at some human children

instead he just picks the boy up and tells his bullies to leave

he is the eldest of a bunch, he probably knows how to cheer a child up

does he want ice cream? to watch his favorite show or just to play? uncle lucifer will get it all done

also he'll fix the toy and inform both you and diavolo of what happened

Barbatos

the day before, diavolo seemed to have endless work, the dude was still tired the next day so barbatos offered to look after his son

at some point, barbatos took the boy to the park, his ddd rang so he went somewhere more private like behind a tree to answer

suddenly he started to hear noises that couldn't mean anything good, so he hung up and did not believe his eyes

he grabs the boy by his hand and leaves the park, part of him wants to talk to the other children's parents but clearly they can't raise their kids properly

using magic, barbatos can go back in time and retrieve the toy from a different timeline

Diavolo

he was so excited to finally show his son the human world

he just never expected him to get bullied by some other kids, in a mcdonald's playplace of all places

diavolo stands firmly in his belief to not cause a whole scene in the human world, but it was hard to keep his cool at this moment, but he wasn't about to act out in front of his already upset son

with his son in his arms, diavolo left the mcdonalds and took him back to the mansion you were staying in

he repaired the toy to the best of his abilities and did his very best to cheer the child up

[whimsii-cal]

hey tumblr. if I were to. Y’know. Hypothetically be working on a multimedia series made by a queer neurodivergent kid, for queer neurodivergent kids, about queer neurodivergent kids and the struggles they face growing up in the world, which actively aims to discuss and destigmatize topics like identity, trauma, mental illness, therianthropy, kin and age regression and utilizes a wacky mix of dreamcore and liminal space visuals without being overly creepy or gorey to display trauma, the discomfort of growing up as a “different” child and internal struggle and also it takes place in a magical funky brain space with bright colors and giant ballpits and big winding playplace tunnel mazes and sentient plushie dog doctors and neopronoun using tvheads. Would you be interested.

…. @dreamscape-official to follow its development if you wish

[impishtubist]

hello miss imp!!! hope ur doing well 💜

i’m here to request a set of headcanons for older (preferably silver fox 😏) prongsfoot getting together; either friends to lovers or strangers to lovers, pls tell me you’ve thought about this 🥺🥺

Hoooo boy of course I have thought of this!

Single dads is my go-to older Prongsfoot headcanon, especially if their kids are teens and Prongsfoot are in their 30s/40s. Maybe their kids get into a fight at school and James and Sirius are called to the office. Maybe their kids play on the same sports team and Prongsfoot always hang out in the stands, cheering them on.

You've heard of single dads Prongsfoot, consider: single GRANDADS Prongsfoot. They meet at a playplace one day while they're watching the grandkids for the day.

Professors Prongsfoot! It would be delicious if they were enemies-to-lovers Hogwarts professors somehow. Like, they've had some kind of academic feud going on for YEARS and the school is divided on whether they're going to kiss or kill each other.

I dislike cop!James but I could accept it in an instance where Sirius is raising Regulus, and James is an Auror who busts teen Regulus for some sort of magical delinquency. And then falls in love with his brother/guardian lmao.

Prongsfoot who lost touch for some reason but they end up back in the same country for someone's wedding (Remus's wedding if you want them in their 20s/30s, maybe Harry's wedding if you want them older.) (No Remus isn't marrying Tonks ew I would never.)

Retired James deciding he's going to pick up a new hobby/skill and Sirius is his teacher (maybe he's gonna learn how to fix Muggle motorbikes or something idk. Harry told him to get a hobby because he was sick of his dad hanging around his house 24/7 lmao.)

Little League Quidditch coach James and Sirius who is tasked with bringing his grandkids (or god-grandkids or something) to Quidditch practice one day.

[vampiric-dolly-draws]

What can you tell us about Fazbears Wonderland?

Fazbear's Wonderland is a fanstory that takes place at an unknown point of time!! It's a giant mall mixed with a playplace where people of all ages can enjoy this magical wonderland!! It's pretty massive too so it has a bunch of different places people can explore!! The Main Lobby: This is located near the entrance of the Building!! It has everything a typical lobby has, like information about the place, maps and so on!! The Toy Box: The Toy box is a place where parents can leave their children to play for a while, Sort of like a daycare where they are under the watchful eyes of the Animatronics and some staff there!! Children can play and interact with the Animatronics there!! Confectionery Kingdom: This is an area in Fazbear's Wonderland where children can roam around and play as well as get their hands on candy. Adults are also allowed in this area to keep an eye on their children and indulge in candy themselves. There's a different set of animatronics who are themed after candy here to!! The Food Court: This area has a bunch of places where people can just sit down and relax and enjoy various food there that is themed after the building and it's animatronics!!

The Stage: Of course where else would The Fazbear band perform?! The stage of course!! this is a section where folk can see the animatronics' perform!!

Pirate's Bay: This is an area where Foxy typically hangs out at and interacts with those who want to go on a fun little pirate adventure with him!!

Shopping Departments: There is a few of these throughout the Mall/Playplace, typically parents check these places out while their kids are busy playing!! Teenagers can be seen hanging out around here as well. Asides from that there is various store vendors scattered throughout.

The Security Room: Well, it's an office, where the nightguards typically work at if they're not doing their daily/nightly rounds in this place.

The Underground: This is where the maintenance on the animatronics take place. There is power generators down there that run the power to the place and vice versa...however, there might be something more hidden beneath this place. But we don't talk about that. These are but some of the places!! There is places based off of the Animatronic's to sort of like how it was in security breach? like with Monty's Golf, Bonnie Bowling, etc etc. But yeah this place is huge...and all the people are free to roam throughout.

At Night it feels rather empty...and way to quiet.

[metamelonisle]

SM64 romhack idea: its literally just the mental experience of exploring a mcdonald's playplace at a very young age and going through all the tubes and bubbles and the vague sense of loneliness and fear, but also fun and adventure. everything is really big and weird and complicated and easy to get lost in, and the painted faces do little to reassure you. you can't see your mom. you met a new friend you'll never see again. there's supposedly a monster, but you can't be sure. out of bounds feels alien and scary, like a factory floor where the grown-ups work and the magic is being built not in a cauldron but on assembly lines. you're not supposed to be here. there are stars everywhere but none of them dump you in the hub. just keep going. you're a little frightened but you never really want to leave.

time to go home. hope you enjoyed your 4pc mcnuggets and chocolate milk. don't forget your toy.

[annakenziesworld]

Sun Beam! Moon Ray! Flower child! Star child!

Sun Beam and Moon Ray and their two little helpers Star child and Flower Child! They were all made as new daycare attendants, they had managed to take moon and suns original code and copy it, but they paid somebody to make multiple tweaks to it and changes to try and make a duo who 'got a long' better with eachother while still keeping the basic idea. They both are always out, they can communicate, but they experience a lot of stress because in order to move or even take a breath they both need to be in agreement in how to do it and when. If they can't both decide how to get around then they won't be able to go anywhere at all as their body won't allow them to. And if their internal argument lasts to long their body forces itself to go into a sleep like mode and they'll both retreat into their headspace to talk face to face, only being able to exit once they come to an agreement. They are beginning to gain sentience, these feelings being triggered by the emotions and pain sensors they have causing them to feel alive. They've begun to gain self awareness of what they like and don't like, sometimes they can be pretty stubborn or afraid.

-

Star child and Flower child exist to be a perfect playmate, monitor inside the playplaces, and perform basic first aid. They also exist to aid to those with disabilities, their small in stature so those whom may have anxiety or PTSD won't feel as if they are being towered over. They are able to excrete bandaids out of there wrists encase a kid gets a small injury. Their bandaid sizes range from tiny ones to larger square patches. These bandaids however are always colorful and even sometimes decorated with the faces of the wonderful Glamrock animatronics! The AI that allows SC and FC to function has begun to gain self awareness due to how it was programmed. These two kiddos are still learning how the world works and it is becoming a bit of a scary situation as they have no one to help. They may have Sun Beam and Moon Ray but not even they fully understand what is going on as their in the same situation.

-

SC is a bit more reserved and quiet, along with some more sensitive emotions, they can act as a translator to those whom are hearing impaired or deaf. SC also has their own room area where they can take overstimulated or overwhelmed kids to calm down but still enjoy themselves, the room being filled with enjoyable sensory items and adjustable lights! They are designed to simulate a neurodivergent childs feelings and emotions in order for them to understand the kids they work with better.

-

FC is a bit more hyper and jumpy to tend to those kiddos who are sensory seeking, each of their petals has a different textured fabric. They have an internal database filled with sensory activities and exercises, they have the ability to pull rainbow colored scarves out of their hands, do card magic tricks, they are very talkative and sometimes obnoxious. Even though they are obnoxious in nature they know when they need to quiet down and hand the situation over to SC or Sun Beam/Moon Ray. They can get extremely worried when they can't fix or help out in a situation.

[zizelle]

i keep having dreams that opening my window during a certaun moment will make magic kitties appear on my windowsill that make me able to fly anywhere and id used it before without ever falling and despite the nervewrackingness itwas always safe itwas mostly like. sitting on a broom like a witch but in this one we just tumbled dowm my apt and went thru a portal umm i also got separated at some point amd some evil evil guy subjected me to evil portal puzzles snd tried to kill me constantly & i escaped to like a kids playplace (my tumblr mutuals were hanging out there with the like 3 year old kiddies) but they infiltrated it &i was super scared until i thought wait i shouldnt be scared im not afraid of death and then i wasnt scared anymore the whole dream was just portal puzzles i made up also that was supa fun

[nat-stimmy]

ik you like liminal spaces bit i cant remember if you like backrooms? but i have to recommend Lost in the Hyperverse’s backrooms series!! its soso good!!!! it was on a playplace section that was MAGICAL. (only one bit rlly was but SHHH) - 🍠

i keep meaning to gif that stuff... maybe soon!

[realhankmccoy]

lucky you, kids, all three Unico films are on YouTube so you can enrich your spirits or at least your cognitive awareness of the difference between good and bad, being that like Trump you seem to truly enjoy a postmodernist playplace in which evil can be spun as good -- or engaged in even without any spin -- for selfish purposes, and vice-versa.

well, maybe not lucky you. though entertainment is now free, and you will get morals and ethics out of the first two, they're tiresome. stick with the Island of Magic film.

[discatded]

oh also in my dream where i was immortal with technoblade and wilbur soot we were mermaids and there was time travel and technoblade could make things stop like he was using stasis from botw but without a limit or anything and so he stopped a wholeass wave so we could have a conversation with the kids under it. btw we were at the beach on a sandbar or smthn and there were these fucking GIGANTIC waves and it was awesome. literally the most fun ive had in a dream ever. and also there were cookies or smthn. like a storage room of sweets. and also a very tiny person. one of my most coherent dreams ever too, next to the pancake one and the ymca pool one and the hunger games thing one

[something-in-the-seas]

Look the idea of Chris being in LA for some reason and then just happening to come across Ethan at a Burger King is good comedic timing.

Whenever Ethan is in a crisis, Chris just magically appears. Even if he’s on the other side of the country, he’ll just show up. He can just sense the distress and is tapping on his car window like “are you alright???”

Meanwhile Ethan hands his phone to Chris and is like “did... did you hear anything from Mia? Is she okay?” Chris finds Snapchat’s of Mia wasted: flirting with a Ronald McDonald bench statue, her stuck in the PlayPlace with her friends using the butter packets to try to help her slip through, and her friends supporting her as she vomits in the bathroom. Chris replied with “yeah, she’ll survive.”

[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine - Penelope & Her Uncle Chi-Chi

A/N After seeing her parents get married, three-year-old Penelope is in love with the idea of love and weddings...and she knows exactly who she wants to marry.

W/C: 2.2k

Tuesday, December 14th, 2023

The first Christmas vacation after the wedding had Daniel and Florence flying to Vancouver with the girls earlier in the month to spend more time with the family. The newlyweds were still on a bit of a high from the wedding, the honeymoon, and the fact that they had found out they were expecting their third; a little secret just for the two of them until they were to share the news with everyone on Christmas Eve. Clementine and Penelope were also still enthralled with the magical idea of weddings after watching their parents get married and seemingly falling even closer in love afterwards than they had seen them before. The two little girls were full-on heart-eyes when it came to their parents, each hand hold or quick kiss making them squeal with adoration.

Clementine loved to visit the Seavey’s in Vancouver and the whole way back to the house from the airport she talked Anna’s ear off who was squished in the backseat between the girls’ car-seats. Anna wouldn’t have it any other way. Daniel and Florence were in the front seat together as Daniel insisted on driving back home as he loved the scenic drive of the Vancouver skyline on the way, and his hand was locked with Florence’s on her lap. Penelope sat silently and eyed her parents’ hands with a calm smile.

They were greeted excitedly at the door and plentiful hugs were shared before Daniel and Tyler brought the suitcases and bags upstairs, Clementine’s little voice echoing up the walls of the two-storey entryway as she shared all her stories from the plane with her family.

It was already about lunch time when they arrived and the whole house smelt of Daniel’s favourite childhood meal, a tradition for his home-coming meal since he had first left for university five years before. The table was lively with chatter and Daniel and Florence were asked about their honeymoon. They tried to fill their reply with the most interesting things they could think of, skipping over the plenty of time they spent locked in their room which was honestly most of the week away.

Penelope was quieter than normal, eating her lunch as she eyed Christian from across the table as the adults talked. She could hardly take her eyes off him, nearly poking herself in the cheek with her fork a few times in her distraction.

“You okay, bug?” Daniel asked her softly, noting how she seemed to be zoned out, and he petted her hair back from her face.

Penelope smiled up at her father and nodded, her little dimples mirroring Christian’s as he laughed loudly at something someone had said, making Penelope turn back quickly to him. Daniel looked between his daughter and his brother with a small smile as he turned back to his food, setting his hand in Florence’s on his right.

When lunch was finished and the dishes were done, everyone retired to the living room to visit some more, Clementine and Penelope sat on the rug with their few favourite stuffed animals and pretend tea set, having a quiet tea party amongst themselves. Florence was cuddled up in Daniel’s arms and Penelope kept glancing up at them through her playing, sneaking peeks at Christian as well, everyone oblivious to the thoughts swirling around in the three-year-old’s head.

“Here you go, Daddy.” Clementine carefully got to her feet, cutting off the adults’ conversation and held out a tiny plastic teacup to him.

“Thank you, angel.” Daniel smiled, taking his arm from around Florence’s shoulders to take the cup from his eldest.

“Be careful. It’s hot.” Clementine warned him seriously before crouching down and pouring another pretend cup of tea for Keri. As the almost five-year-old made her rounds with the afternoon tea, Christian excused himself for something real to drink – but not before gladly taking a sip of Clementine’s pretend tea to humour her.

Penelope jumped up from the rug and followed after him into the kitchen slowly, twisting the hem of her shirt around her hands nervously as she approached him at the fridge. Christian almost tripped over her when he turned to grab a glass, having not heard her come up behind him.

“Oh! Hey, you.” Christian smiled down at her, tugging lightly on one of her pigtails before moving around her to open the cupboard and set a glass on the counter to pour himself a glass of Sprite. “Can I get you something?”

Penelope shook her head, simply watching him move around the kitchen. It wasn’t unusual for Penelope to fall into little silent spells, so he didn’t think much of it as he put the bottle back in the fridge.

Penelope reached for his hand and he let her wrap her fingers around his the best her little hand could, “Chi-Chi, will you marry me please?”

Her sweet baby blues staring up at him could have melted him on the spot, especially her gentle voice using her little nickname for him, and Christian chuckled lightly and pulled a small pout through his smile with how absolutely adorable his niece was, giving her hand a little squeeze, “Of course I’ll marry you, pumpkin.”

Penelope grinned up at him and he mirrored it, their dimpled smiles more alike than not, and he leaned down to kiss her head.

“We should go tell everyone the good news.”

“Yes!” Penelope smiled, pulling him after her out of the kitchen and back into the living room. She didn’t even wait for the conversation to end before she was shouting, “Chi-Chi and me gonna get married!”

“You are?” Daniel chuckled.

“Mhm! Just like you and Mommy!” Penelope explained proudly before looking up at her uncle with his matching dimpled grin.

“You can’t marry uncle Christian!” Clementine gaped, nearly dumping the entire tea set on the ground in shock.

“Yes I can. He said yes!” Penelope frowned, wrapping her arms around his leg protectively.

Clementine looked to her parents for support of her case but the adults only smiled.

“When are you gonna get married, baby?” Florence asked.

“Right now!” Penelope said.

“I think we can push back nap time for a wedding.” Daniel agreed. “You sure about this, bug?”

“Yes. I love him.” Penelope whispered, cuddling up against Christian’s thigh and he pet a hand over her brown hair. The room ‘awe’d out loud.

“Do you have rings for each other?” Keri asked.

Penelope’s face fell with the realization that she didn’t.

“Hang on. I think I got something.” Anna jumped up from the couch and ran upstairs to her room.

“Where are we gonna honeymoon?” Christian asked his little bride to be as she clung onto his leg.

“McDonalds!” Penelope grinned.

“McDonalds. Wow. A good choice. Hopefully one with a playplace, right?”

“Mhm!” Penelope nodded.

Christian smiled down at her, meeting her full-on heart-eyed stare back at him. Anna came back down from upstairs with two little pretend rings made from pipe-cleaners from her old art kits and a little veil made from one of her lace tops. She gently fastened the makeshift veil to Penelope’s hair with bobby pins, topping it off with a white flower crown that was almost too big for her.

Clementine watched on quietly as her family set up for the little wedding, her grandfather getting up to officiate and Daniel moving from his spot on the couch to walk his three-year-old down the aisle. The rest of the family stayed on the couches as the audience, Clementine sat on Florence’s lap.

Penelope held Daniel’s hand as they walked down the hallway back into the living room where Christian stood by the fireplace with Jeff, smiling at his shy little niece who was so sure she was really going to marry him. It was the sweetest thing ever. Daniel passed over his daughter’s hand to his older brother, patting him once on the shoulder before finding his seat again.

Penelope had to reach up to hold Christian’s hands, her dimpled grin nearly too big for her face and she stared at him with nothing but youthful adoration and love and he stared right back at that cute little face with all the stars in his eyes.

Jeff began the makeshift service, a dictionary open in his hand to mimic the look of the bible, “We are gathered here today in the sight of the best family on the west coast, to join Penelope and Christian in holy matrimony.”

“No.” Penelope said, turning to her grandfather after his way too confusing introduction for the toddler. “We’re getting married.”

“Yes, my bad.” Jeff said as the adults laughed. “Let me try again. We are here today to join Penelope and Christian in a wedding.”

“Better.” Penelope giggled, looking back up to her uncle.

“Christian, if you put your very expensive ring on Penelope’s finger and repeat after me.”

Christian bent down a little to be same height as the three-year-old and she held out her right hand.

“Other one.” he whispered, reaching for her left. The little girl grinned at him excitedly as he held her hand in his.

Jeff began the stating of the vows, “Penelope Magnolia Seavey, take this ring as a sign of my love.”

Christian sent his niece a sweet smile, as he gently put the pipe-cleaner ring on her tiny finger, “Penelope Magnolia Seavey, take this ring as a sign of my love.”

“Forever and ever!” Penelope added.

“Forever and ever.” Christian agreed through a small chuckle. “My turn.” he handed her his own pipe-cleaner ring.

Jeff stated her own vows for her to repeat, “Christian John Seavey, take this ring as a sign of my love.”

Penelope pushed the ring on her uncle's finger, whispering a gentle, “Chi-Chi Seavey, take this ring for my love forever and ever.”

Christian laughed lightly, squishing her cheek gently as she grinned at him.

“Now, by the city of Vancouver and the completely official power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Jeff said.

Christian puckered out his lips and Penelope set her tiny hands on his cheeks to plant a kiss to his lips, pulling back with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’. Everyone in the living room cheered and applauded and Penelope wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“My turn! I wanna marry Aunt Anna!” Clementine demanded, whipping around to her aunt.

“Not me?” Tyler frowned. “I’m hurt.”

“Yes! I’ll marry you, Ty Ty!” Clementine said, grabbing his hand and tugging him off the couch.

“No! This is my wedding!” Penelope shrieked, her eyes filling with tears as her older sister walked right up beside her.

“Does no one want to marry me?” Daniel mumbled.

“Girls-” Florence started.

“Mine too!” Clementine retorted.

“No!” Penelope screamed, tears threatening to fall as she held tightly onto Christian’s neck, her face pressed up against his through her pout. He scooped her up and she cuddled up against him, burying her face in his neck with her arms around his shoulders.

“My bride is in need of a nap, I think.” Christian said.

“No.” Penelope whined, holding onto him tighter.

“I’ll take you to McDonald’s when you wake up, okay? Still gotta have that honeymoon, don’t we?” Christian promised, adjusting the flower crown on her head with his one arm that wasn’t holding her arm.

Penelope smiled softly and nodded, earning her a kiss to her cheek. Clementine smiled proudly as Christian started taking her younger sister upstairs and she looked up at Tyler, her hand in his.

“Think it’s nap time for you too, angel.” Daniel said from his spot on the couch.

“I don’t want to marry you anymore anyway.” Clementine told Tyler flatly, dropping his hand and rushing after Christian to follow him up the stairs to bed.

“Wow. That hurt.” Tyler frowned, left alone in the living room as the rest of the family laughed at the fact he was just left at the alter by his four-year-old niece.

As promised, when the girls woke up from their nap about two hours later, Christian took Penelope out for dinner just the two of them. They shared a box of chicken nuggets across a small table for two and Penelope was absolutely beaming at him over her straw in her apple juice, telling him all sorts of stories from back home. After dinner, she used her perfected puppy eyes to get him into the play place with her but he barely had even crawled in before getting stuck in a plastic tube and they had to call the manager to get him out as Penelope cried her eyes out, screaming that she “killed Chi-Chi!”

When he got out safely and bought her an ice cream cone to calm her down, they sat in his car in the parking lot for a moment. Christian glanced at his niece through the rear-view mirror and she met his eyes, vanilla ice cream all over her face and hands and her eyes red from drying tears.

“We don’t tell anyone about what happened here, okay?” Christian said, already hearing his siblings’ raging laughter if they found out he got stuck in a play place.

“Got it.” Penelope gave him a sticky thumbs up and his same dimpled grin before shrieking from her approaching sugar high, “Best wedding ever!”

“Let’s get you back to your parents.” Christian chuckled.

[memories-are-mine]

We Survived the Crisis, Babe

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Chapter 1 - Hannah 

“Run, Hannah!” Ethan shouted to her, while he desperately tried to dislodge the crazy man that had his arms wrapped around him from behind. “The Playplace by Marshall’s! Get in the kiddie tunnel!” 

“NO! Bad blood! Ethan!” Hannah stood petrified. His t-shirt was red and wet. “Bad blood.” 

“I’ll catch up with you, Banana Split!” Ethan said, pushing the bad men away from Hannah. “I promise. Now get out of here!” 

It was loud, a barrage of noises. The shouts at Ethan. The sound of fists hitting him. Hannah was scared, so she ran off, sobbing. Ran as fast as she could away from those awful, awful men looking for Wiggly. She ran away and left Ethan behind. 

She reached the Playplace near Marshall’s, as Ethan had told her, and scrambled through the ball pit and into the kiddie tunnel. She curled in a ball, clutching Ethan’s hat. The tunnel was in bright, happy colors. Reds and blues and greens. There was a window, too, so Hannah could look out and see what was around her. But it was too dark to see. Everything looked black.

“Webby?” She whispered into the darkness. “Ethan?” 

Webby didn’t respond. Neither did Ethan. 

She was all alone. 

“Ethan!” She tried calling his name a little louder, but not too loud. The bad people were still out there, and she didn’t want them to hear her. “Ethan!” 

Hannah. 

“Webby?” 

Ethan is dead. 

Hannah began to wail. She was being too loud, but she didn’t care anymore. “No, no, no, not Ethan! No California without Ethan!” 

You can’t scream, Hannah. They’ll hear you. 

“I don’t care!” Ethan. Big Brother. “He’s gone!” 

 She pulled the hat more tightly on her head. She should have given it to him while they were hitting him. It could have saved him with its magic powers. 

She trembled harder. “Lexie! I want Lexie!” She put her head between her knees and stayed there for a long time. 

Hannah could usually tell how Webby was feeling. Now Webby was sad about Ethan. Just like her. 

“Webby.” she lifted her head, just a little. “I’m scared.” 

Webby didn’t answer. Again. But there was another noise now, a noise like nails on a chalkboard. An eerie, unsettling noise that seeped its way into Hannah’s bones. 

A scratchy voice, whispering her name over and over. “Hannah.” 

“Haaannahh.” 

Louder. Closer, maybe. 

“Hannaaaahhh.” 

Hannah bit back a scream, closed her eyes, and waited. 

Then, something new. A voice, comforting and familiar. 

“What’s shakin’ Banana?” 

Hannah opened her eyes, and there he was, holding out his hand from outside the kiddie tunnel. He wasn’t hurt. He was smiling at her, but it was strange. He floated in midair outside the window of the tunnel. Webby, once again, wasn’t saying anything. 

“Ethan?” She asked hesitantly, resisting the urge to reach out and take his outstretched hand. 

“Who else?” Ethan gave her a sad-looking smile. “Oh, don’t be scared, Hannah, it’s safe to come out now.” He snickered a bit. “Do I gotta put a leash on you?” 

All Hannah wanted to do was run outside the tunnel, take his hand, and run away. Find Lexie, then go to California. But something in her head, Webby maybe, told her to wait. This was all wrong. 

“No,” she whispered. “Webby said you - you died.” It hurt to say it, but she knew Webby was right. 

Ethan laughed then, but it’s not his normal deep laughter that always made Lexie smile. It was almost insane. His voice sounded just like the bad men who had attacked him outside the Cineplex. 

“I did!” His voice had too much glee in it for the sadness of his declaration. 

“Huh?” 

“Aw, don’t be so mushy, Banana. Dying ain’t so bad.” 

“No!” 

“I’m in the Black and White now, it’s reaall nice.” Ethan floated a little bit closer. His eyes grew even wider and his mouth twisted in a gruesome smile. “It’s just like California! It never rains!” 

“Not Ethan, liar, bad double!” The real Ethan would never do something like this! 

“You know they’re coming for you, Hannah!” Bad Ethan yelled. The bad men would hear him and come find her. “There’s only one thing that you can do! You gotta give that doll to a woman in a black cape!” 

No. They needed the doll to get to California. Hannah covered the backpack with her arms, shielding it from Bad Ethan. 

“She’s reeeal nice. I swear it on my own grave!” 

“Not Ethan!” Hannah screamed. 

Bad Ethan gave a sinister grin and started coming closer, closer, closer. He floated right through the Then he stopped, looking confused. 

“What -? How?” 

Then, Bad Ethan began to crumble into dust. His outstretched hands went first, then his legs. 

“No, Not possible!” He screamed. Then his head burst into dust. And he was gone. 

Bad Ethan wanted Hannah to give Wiggly to a lady in a black cape. So she couldn’t give Wiggly to a lady in a black cape. 

She reached down and snatched Wiggly out of the backpack. “It’s you! Leave Ethan alone!” 

“Hello, Hannah. Let’s be paly-wals!” Wiggly said.

Hannah screamed and shoved him back in the backpack. 

Hannah took deep breaths to calm down. Something that Good Ethan told her worked well for him when he was upset. 

“Webby?” She asked after ten deep breaths. “What happened. What’s going on? Help me!” 

Webby didn’t answer, but someone else did. 

A voice, by the entrance to the McDonald’s. A voice, familiar, and comforting, and a voice that sounded much more human than the one that had tormented her moments ago. A voice that sounded hurt. 

“Banana Split? Hannah? Are you here?” 

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