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starryhiraeth · 10 months

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Toddler Headcannons

Acotar & Tog

PT 1 here-

Acotar pregnancy Headcannons

(Btw I’m so sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been doing my exams and I’ve been so busy with them but I’m back so please feel free to request anything)

(There might be spelling errors, idk I did read through it but it’s anyones guess at this point🤷‍♀️)

Rhys-

•He might as well shout from the tallest mountain that he has a daughter

•Will bring her EVERYWHERE, even high lord meetings, she’s just sitting there ether on yours or his lap, or she’s playing with toys in front of you

•You cant tell me Rhys isn’t the parent to dress his kids in thousands worth of designer clothes that they are going to grow out of within like a month anyway

•SPOILED FUCKING ROTTEN, she is SO cheeky, most times her giggles will echo throughout the halls. She has absolutely NO FILTER, at the high lords meeting she’ll point a Beron and repeat what she heard Rhys say when talking about him “Ginger cunt” it was quite an awkward meeting after that

• He literally can’t say no to her, and she knows this, all she has to do is the puppy/baby doll eyes and she gets whatever she wants

Azriel-

•Your two daughters are polar opposites, of course they had Illyrian wings and Az’s hair but they have your eyes and Az adores it, he’s very protective over his daughters

• Thea is much more gentle than her sister, when she was younger she was scared of her shadows but now they are a comfort to her and Az taught her how to wrap them around herself like a blanket (she has gotten stuck a couple times tho)

•She usually does that blanket thing whenever she’s snuggling with Az, they are both very calm so she defo a daddies girl

•Petra is a mini psycho, not really but she is much more wild, when she was a baby she would have massive tantrums whenever she wasn’t near you, she’s a mummas girl, and was never scared of her shadows but instead used them to freak out her sister #sistertings

•Like I said, Petra was much more wild, like she would act first and think later, this stresses Az out SO MUCH because he’s scared something will happen to her but it brings him comfort when he sees her finally calm while asleep laying on you whilst your on the sofa

Cass-

•Goes flying with Jaxs almost everyday, it gives you a mini heart attack every time but you trust that he won’t drop him, Cassian would rather fly into a volcano then put your son at risk

•Jaxs is prone to having tantrums, he doesn’t mean to be stroppy, he is just very emotional and doesn’t know how to explain is and so he cries and sometimes hits

•The first time Jaxs hit you in a tantrum, he was 2, it wasn’t hard and he tried hugging your after but Cassian was pissed, he put Jaxs on the naughty step and was scared his son would just get more violent, to which you had to explains that Jaxs just had big emotions for a small child and is learning

•After that you all fell asleep in an armchair, you in Cassian’s lap and Jaxs in yours, somehow it was beautiful and chaotic, Cassian held you both closer and couldn’t remember a time when he had been so happy

•When he’s not unhappy, Jaxs is the most rambunctious, you can’t count how many times he’s come to you with a red mark on his face because he ran into a glass door, he’s a sweetie though and such a carbon copy of his father, also I can totally see Cassian wearing those baby carries that go across the front, with no shame, he’s comfortable in his masculinity

(Btw, he’s still hung up on the fact that you didn’t let him call Jaxs Cassian Jr)

Lucien-

•Lucien is very warm, idk how to explain it but I imagine him giving very homely vibes

•Kalea is the same, she likes staying close to her parents and really likes nature, so much that every Saturday you all go on walks in the country side

•There, Kalea chases butterfly’s and picks flowers, though the orange ones are always here favourite

•She doesn’t really have a favourite parent, she just finds comfort in both of you and is a little cautious meeting those she doesn’t know but when she gets to know then she is super cute

•You two are Lucien’s entire world, nothing, and I mean nothing could make him happier then playing board games in pyjamas as a family, Infront if the firelight whilst the sun sets

Eris-

•So-Berons dead!

•Anyway, he DOES make tiny thrones next to yours and his for your sons, Idris is the older one but Maël is the one who acts older, Idris is the one accidentally setting trees on fire whilst Maël judges from a distance

• Maël will usually be found in your lap, playing with whatever necklace you have on and trying to relax when suddenly Idris, with the tips of his hair on fire comes running through the hallways yelling like a madman and 2 seconds later Eris is running after him

•After that Maël will probably mutter something like “They crazy mama” to which you just nodded

•Eris will make some serious changes to the decor in your house, whilst growing up all Eris remembers is the lifeless dark hallways so he changes that immediately, he is determined to be better than his father and give his children a happy childhood

Helion-

•Yuna is the probably one of the most spoiled children ever! And I mean like- if it were a modern AU her room would be worth like 30Mil by the age of 5

•Her favourite colour is gold and she is absolutely covered in it! Gold clothes, gold jewellery, gold glitter, gold everything!

•speaking of gold glitter, it’s everywhere! And if you think for one second that Helion is embarrassed to be covered in gold glitter then I’ll just let you know that he is the one who keeps buying it for her, He wears the glitter and wears it proud!

•Your lives are luxuriant! Just imagine, in a row, Helion, you, Yuna, all in massage chairs with cucumbers on your eyes and face masks in silk robes detailed with golden flakes…you lucky bitch

•Yuna will sit on her fathers throne ALL THE TIME, she’ll be high lady one day and she knows it, actually there were many times where you sat on Helion lap on your throne and Yuna had a mischievous smile on her face as she sat on her fathers throne all by herself

Dagdan-

•Okay so- Rune and Zara kind of hate each other, they are always arguing and I don’t mean normal sibling arguments, it actually worries you and since Dagdan thinks that twins are important and doesn’t like them fighting, he’ll sit them in a room and tie there hands together when they argue. Think:

•and as much as you feel bad for your babies it kinda funny

•the only time the twins get along is when they are making CHAOS

•Setting the throne on fire ✅

Trying to jump into the cauldron ✅

Stealing their great uncles crown and throwing in a nearby river ✅✅✅

•You and Dagdan love them but sometimes you’ll put them in Brannagh’s room and just take off, for her to look after them for a couple days 😂

Tamlin-

•soooo- there was a joke on my last post in the comments about Tamlins kid being born with dark hair and purple eyes and as funny as I thought that was, I’ll continue will my original plan😂

•Tamlin originally thought he would want a son but when your daughter arrived he couldn’t have ask for anything more or different, he loves her more than life and have every plant based nickname for her “Petal” “rose” “Lily flower” and the list goes on

•Persephone is the sweetest child that ever was, she had Tamlins hair and your eyes and lots and lots of freckles, she also has dimples ☺️

•She is know an as the “The realms Joy” throughout spring court and the people love the little princess though Tamlin sometimes worries that the harshness of become a ruler will kill her happiness, you assure him that she’ll have people by her side to help her

•She does this really cute thing where she’ll go up to someone, usually you or her father and ask what your favourite flower is, it doesn’t matter if you’ve already told her, she’s little okay? She forgets these things!, anyway she’ll ask your favourite flower and after you say it she’ll nod her head and march out of the room only to return 25 minutes later with basket full of the flower that you named and maybe a couple weeds she’s just so happy she could give them to you and Tamlin will have them put in a vase every time, weeds and all

Im so sorry this took like a century to write 😂

Anyway, exams are over so I can write so much more now and I’m open to requests

I’m honestly kind of surprised how much I wrote for Tamlin, but I guess it’s Tamlin fans lucky day, your welcome 😉

Anyway ummm

Bai?❤️

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samalong1 · 11 months

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Readers and bubba's child with their family

The child can be biological or adopted depending if reader can't have children or scared of pregnancy as reader is gender neutrual child is gonna be a toddler to early child

Gore mentioned and reader choosing sex over saw

Nubbins

-small hands to help him in the graveyard he'll drag your child whenever you trust him to babysit to help look in smaller nooks and crannies of skeletons for anything cool and depending on how gross your child is dig around roadkill to get their bones

-will take them hitchhiking yes he knows how dangerous it is but he's more dangerous

-usually they were more focused on him and him taking a young child with him to nap in one of the car seats were one of the less concerning things he did

-one time some people he took a ride from tried to take you with them for kidnapping or to get you away from the crazed man is up to speculation

-despire being only a uncle and not having child saftey in mind he never seemed so serious as he grabbed their arms to cut them open

-scary but your child is probably used to it and they were safe in your arms and they had food for a good while

-so many pictures choptop was to busy getting into mischief with or without nubbins and bubba was camera shy and photographing drayton got him smacked with a broom

-photos infront of the sunflower field,feeding the chickens,and infront of a Texan sunset were the only cute good ones the rest were all blurry of them while they played and pictures of them with roadkill

-probally swings them by the leg around for fun while you loose years off your life

-overly enthusiastic by any drawings your child gives him and taping it to a wall

-will show them his knife collection if you don't stop him

-hands them to drayton or you n bubba when they were diapers and needed to be changed even though he plays with roadkill

Chop top

-whenever your child spends time with him blaring music can be heard music is his life afterall

-uses them to scratch his plate

-will carry them on his back while running around while your child wears a skull or something else to scare the people he's chasing

-probally pulls their hair to mess with them or whenever they ruined his plate covering

-dresses them in hippie clothes while laughing

-your child will be told the horror of war

- constantly being called far out

-he'll steal them candy from drayton's gas station or any other store (drayton doesn't give free from the station to family)

-if your child asks nicely he'll use his bent hanger to scratch their head (your child will have lice at atleast one point they aren't exactly the most hygienic family)

-he'll still use it to scratch his head after even if he's bald it's still gross

-threw them after a victim when they were running away once (only once cause no way you won't beat his ass for that)

-When a victim is running around he already trained them to start crying or sniffling to lure them before jumping on the victim like a feral raccoon

-he'll use them to help sort his stolen albums

-when someone tried to hurt their child he bit their fucking ear off

-also refused to change diapers

Drayton

-already used to raising kids

-but since as he says the child is less of a map haired idiot they won't be hit with a broom as much

-it'll be gently atleast but when your child tries to eat Chilli meant for contests from the pots, make a mess,licking things,distracting victims,getting lost,and throwing tantrums like any normal kid will get them a swat

-whenever they do less severe stuff in his eyes or he wants a laugh he'll be like well ya we're naughty better give you some use before putting the screaming crying scared child in a big pot and whistle whole taking them to the stove

-he'll stop whenever you come at him yelling and swatting him with the broom or when their on the stove and he thought the child had enough truama

-uses them at the gas station cause why woudnt you want to spend more money if the owner had some cute kid to take care of

-puts em to work either doing small stuff like removing guts from meat,scrubbing pots,watching victims so they won't escape

-he says he's annoyed and burdened by the extra nap haired sticky mouth to feed but he'll do stuff like keep their baby teeth in a old jar making sure it's safe and won't be destroyed

-casually holds your chikd upside down with the foot like nothing is wrong

Grandpa sawyer

-your child will view him as the perfect nap spot they'll often be found curled up on his nap sleeping

-your worried they'll break his brittle bones (any child bubba has is gonna be on the heavier side) but the old wrinkled raisin seems happy with his great grandchild spending time with him you think it's hard to tell

-its cute anyway he'll probally have a old wrinkled hand on your child heads while they nap its peaceful and calm it'll make your heart warm

-they'll be tasked with some aspects of caring for him like holding the cup with blood to his lips for his liquid diet or wheeling him around outside

-sometimes your child will be telling him stories about the big squirrel they chased or their own fantasy story

-drayton will think grandpa can babysit and place your child with him in the attic with a few toys to play with while he goes work not wanting to hold a child and keep them from ruining stuff

-although he refuses to kill he made a exception when a victim tried to use your child as a sheild

Bubba sawyer

-good ol dad and next to you who they receive the most love from

-while you'll sometimes ask the brothers to babysit that's only when both you and bubba can't watch them cause he's so excited to care for them

-he'll play with them doing stuff like doing their makeup and playing dress up (doesn't matter if he has a son or daughter gender roles be damned)

-if you saw the deleted clip of bubba speaking gibberish that's what he'll be doing so happy faking gossip as he sits imaginary tea with them

-super affectionate he can't help it he had you who he loves and then you made/found this thing of both of you that he lives and is small and so giddy he can't help but constantly hug and kiss them

-you'll come in on tivkle fights where your child is playfully kicking and screaming as their dad tickles and kisses their head(only playfully if his child doesn't want to be touch he wont)

-sometimes he'll randomly het worried if their gonna get hurt and follow them around same with you

-gives them a toy chainsaw

-whenever a victim starts swearing he'll just go 😰 and cover their ears so worried mad and insulted that'd they do that infront of his child even though they just got tied to a bone chair and having some elderly living skeleton try to hammer their skull in

-he loves to give them piggy back rides (though sometimes your child will bonk your head on window sills or he'll spin around to play with them and then he'll get vomited on poor boy trying his best)

-when they have tantrums or crying fits he'll get so worried he knows it's normal for kids to push boundaries and throw tantrums to see what they can get away with but his heart breaks he tries so hard to set boundaries but his heart breaks

-when people come into his home when he's alone with you and his child he panics even more he's supposed to protect you so he's making noises and speaking gibberish trying to put you into the cellar or hiding place panic scared they'll hurt you but if it's just him and his child he's carrying them running around trying to hide them and keep them safe before going to deal with the threat

-one time when playing outside he accidentaly hit them in the face with a ball and ge refuses to play catch now

-balled his eye and hugged them tightly at every milestone

#texas chainsaw massacre 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba saywer x reader #nubbins sawyer #drayton sawyer #choptop sawyer

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imsparky2002 · 9 months

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Lil’ Monsters

Welcome to DuPont Daycare for Little Monsters, run by the zombie, Caline Bustier, and the headless horsewoman, Olga Mendeliev. Here’s a look at all the students that attend, and one naughty guest.

Maridoll: This little voodoo doll loves to make clothes and dolls for all her friends, even Lila! She's painfully shy, and doesn't do much talking, but is learning how to come out of her shell. Marinette is scared of getting booboos, because her friends will get them as well. Though she has a tendency to panic, she gets comforted by her friends, especially Alya and Reshma. She's also very very close with her best friends, Adrien, Kagami and Luka.

Average Adrien: The newest kid in the monster daycare, Adrien is the first and only human. A bright and happy little ray of sunshine who can stop hearts with his smile, he’s excited to learn about all his new monster friends and their families. He’s willing to try anything, but doesn’t always understand the limits he has as a human. His favorite people to play with are Luka, Kagami, Marinette, and of course, his best friend, Nino!

SpectrAlya: Alya is a friendly ghost girl, and her dream is to become a reporter when she's older. She's always carrying a little microphone, with her best friend Nino as her "camwaman". Her family helps her run a little blog about her daycare, and she's always looking for a scoop. Since she's just a toddler, it's easy for her to jump to conclusions without getting the full story. Still, she's a loyal pal and will do anything to help the other kids. She wishes that ghosts would be allowed to haunt, 'cause it seems so fun!

FrankenNino: A friendly and energetic little boy who just wants to help everybody get along, Nino can often be found settling arguments between his classmates…when he isn’t searching for his missing limbs. As Adrien’s best friend, he tells the young human everything he knows about monsters. He also loves to make music with his friends, scratching on his little toy turntables, when he’s not helping Alya by filming for her blog!

Max Steam: He may be a robot, but he's a real sweet kid. Max's got a passion for discovering new things, and to show them to his inventor Markov. He likes to use big words, though he doesn't always get the pronunciation right. Kim's his best buddy, and he loves reading books to the werepup. He's also got to be careful, since his hardware is brand new, and he doesn't like tripping over himself.

Alix Gorgon: A spirited little toddler who is always mouthing off to people, this little Gorgon is a world class smartalec! Only her best friend Nathaniel is able to reign her in. She loves to play with her Greek Monster friends Simon and Cosette, and frequently gets into trouble doing crazy challenges with Lacey and Kim. She adores her snakies, who she frequently talks and sneaks pieces of her snack to!

WereKim: The most energetic little puppy on the planet, Kim loves to play with all his monster tot friends. He can be more than a little rowdy, he loves to howl, wrestle and chase his tail. But he’s also a very sweet boy, who loves to give hugs and affection, especially to Ondine, who he has an adorable puppy love relationship. He’s the goodest baby boy in the world!

Ivan Bumble: A baby yeti who uses his strength and size to protect others from bullies. He loves to wrestle with his sasquatch cousin Denise, and his favorite kid is Mylene, his flower. If you mess with her, there'll be hell to pay. Also gives the best hugs, and has a tendency to throw boulders.

MyLeaf: A little girl with a green thumb, as well as green skin. She may only be a seedling, but she's already got a passion for saving the environment. Mess with plants around her, and you're in for a bad time. Still, she is a very timid child, constantly apologizing for other kids getting tripped up by her vines. Her powers also grow different flowers depending on her moods. Loves playing and snuggling with her yeti, Ivan.

Draculeka: A sweet little vampire who tries her best to be regal and mysterious like her piratey mama and rockstar papa, but who can’t help causing mischief with her brother Luka and her best friend Rosie. She loves to play music on her toy guitar, jamming out in a little band with some of her friends. She also has a tendency to get nervous and angsty at times, but her friends are able to put a fanged smile back on her face!

Luka Cullen: A mellow and relaxed little vampire who loves making mischief with his sister, Luka sometimes gets into trouble for hypnotizing the teachers for pranks! He loves rocking out on his toy guitar, especially in the little band he’s formed with his friends. He especially loves playing for his friends, Marinette, Kagami and Adrien! He’s a sweet boy, but very protective of those he loves!

SkeleRose: This little skeleton has both a heart and hair of gold, always livening up the room. She's the first to raise her hand in class, which is easy when your limbs are detachable, and always goes out of her way to help her teachers and friends. If only she could stop losing her bones. Her favorite pal is Juleka, a little vampire who she loves very much. She's the singer in their band "Monster Smash".

Chloepatra: A somewhat bossy little mummy who fancies herself the queen of the school, Chloe likes for things to go her way. She does have a nice side, which mostly shows when she plays with her friends, even if she argues with her sister frequently. She’s incredibly dramatic, utilizing her mummy powers to make a grand entrance. She’s also know to throw the occasional tantrum, and heaven help you if you wake her up from a nap!

Zombrina: This little zombie is quite the braniac! She shambles around helping kids with homework, assisting her best friend Chloe, as well as Miss Bustier, who's like a second zombie mama to her. She doesn't want to hurt her friends, and is content with just nomming on their heads, and chewing on little pieces of brain for snacks.

Nath Goyle: A quiet and artistic little gargoyle, Nathaniel loves to draw little pictures for his teachers and friends. He’s a bit of a stickler for the rules, always monitoring the daycare to make sure everyone is behaving. He loves to play with his best friend Marc, who often joins him for a fly around the playground.

MothMarc: A shy and timid little moth, Marc is easily startled and upset by loud noises and sudden movements. He spends a lot of time off on his own in a quiet corner. But he’s also a very kind little boy who loves to write poems and stories for his friends, especially his best friend Nathaniel!

NeferZoe: The nicer of the mummy duo, Zoe often has to keep her sister from getting in trouble with other kids. She's a sweet girl who loves her scarabs, helping her sister to take care of them. She's got a mischevious time, loving to shamble around and act scary, but she gives the best hugs. Her best friend is CosetTaur, who she often calms down when the minotaur is angry.

CosetTaur: This little minotaur will only ram you if you’re being bad. Cosette is usually a very sweet girl who loves playing with Zoe, and solving puzzles is her favorite thing to do. It feels a connection with Alix and Simon, since they’re all monsters who were villainized by the Greeks.

Ondine Blue: A cheerful, sweet and bubbly little girl, Ondine is always doing everything she can to make her friends happy. She loves to run around and play games with her friends, and encourage them to take care of the ocean! She also loves to play with her puppy, Kimmy, who she can often be seen snuggling with. Oh, and she actually LIKES bathtime!

DracoGami: This little eastern dragon is one of the most stoic of the group. However, she can be a rambunctious kid, as her strict mother can attest to. She loves playing in the water with her good friend Ondine. Kagami has a problem with sharing, at least when it comes to her treasure. Only her partners, Adrien, Luka, Marinette can grab any without fuss.

AstraRore: Sent to Earth from the planet Boreala, Aurore is here to meet all kinds of new monsters, and she couldn’t be happier! Cheerful and curious, Aurore loves to discover new things and solve mysteries in the daycare. She loves all the new friends she’s made, but her favorite friend is Mireille, the little slime.

SliMireille: A cautious little bundle of slime who loves to hang out with her alien friend, Aurore. She gets very anxious about leaving trails of herself on the floor, and doesn't like the sort of chaos that usually occurs in the daycare. That's why they have all sorts of hiding spaces. She and Aurore love all things science, and especially the weather. They have Nino as their cameraman, and give little weather reports.

Denisquatch: A lively and playful little Sasquatch, Denise is always full of energy. They love to run around and play outside with all their friends, dreading days when rain traps them indoors. They especially with their cousin Ivan and friend Kim, and scooping their cyclops friend, Simon, up for a big hug!

IsmaCat: A mischievous little stinker, Ismael loves to make minor trouble around the daycare. Though he’s often pulling small pranks and snarking at people, his friends love him anyway. At heart, he’s a good kitty and a loyal friend who stands up for people.

Flamecey: She's certainly got a fiery temper, that's for sure. Lacey is quick to anger, so it's not wise to try any funny business at her expense. She's already a little rebel, who hates being told what to do without a good reason. Still she's a cheerful and helpful kid. When it gets cold, most kids huddle around her for warmth. She loves doing dares with her friends, Kim and Alix, as well as causing mischief with Ismael.

OperJean: An enthusiastic and theatrical little phantom, Jean loves to put on performances for all his friends! He can be a little dramatic and emotional, but his friends are able to bring him back to earth. His adorable southern accent makes it a joy to listen the songs he performs with his ‘bandmates’. He especially loves singing for his ‘Grimmy’, the little reaper, Austin T.

Austin Grim: He doesn't want your soul, just a hug! This little reaper is incredibly shy, and worries about being seen as scary by humans. Funnily enough, he can't seem to be scary to other monsters! His favorite person in the world is Jean, and the two love to sing songs together, and go on little adventures. He has a passion for collecting little trinkets, and is said to have the cutest laugh.

SiClops: This little cyclops has an eye for technology. He's the first to ask to play on the tablet, and teaches his friends how to play video games. Him and Max help to fix anything that is broken, and he loves to snark with Nathaniel and Ismael. His bestest friend has to be Denise, who does puzzles with him, and gives the best furry hugs. He, Alix, and Cosette are great friends too, and love going on little adventures and making fun of those old Greeks who villainized them.

Harpy Lila: A cruel and malicious little bully, Lila gets more joy out of nothing than tormenting her fellow monster tots. She loves to spook and snatch up her classmates, particularly ones that are easy to scare, like Marc and Mylene. She also loves to start fights and cause trouble, and is something of a compulsive liar, though no one ever believes her.

Frightful Felix: A mean-spirited and hateful little boy who gets joy out of torturing and scaring others, particularly his cousin Adrien, and Adrien’s monster friends. He likes to dress up in his Jack-O-Lantern costume and cause mayhem. He wants to be like his uncle Gabriel, following his footsteps in hurting and hunting monsters.

This was an absolute delight to make with Weeby, and we came up with so many fun ideas. You’ll be seeing more of this spinoff that’s for sure. Make sure to check out their main Monstrous AU. Also make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#monstrous au #monstrous #monster au #monster #school for monster #lil monsters au #lil monsters #baby au #babies #toddler au #toddler #daycare au #daycare #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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bakurapika · 11 months

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(i am not a doctor or nutritionist disclaimer)

when people go "ugh" at hearing "the only way to lose weight is through diet and exercise," i think i get it. but im learning it's more a matter of calories in, calories out, in a way that is sustainable and enjoyable for you and your circumstances

so maybe it could be

"the only way to sustainable change your weight for the better is through learning your body's caloric needs based on:

how many calories you need to eat to stay healthy and

how many calories you lose through the day.

You may need to discover your own way to eat/drink in a way that provides nutrients in a tasty way you can afford and spend time on. It might not be a perfect solution and that's okay. You might need help to plan this out (and this goes for the calories out information below too) - it's great to ask for help because it means you know your limitations but still want to become kinder to yourself.

Your body automatically spends calories throughout the day. It's fuel for your body to function. You spend more calories when you move your body around or exert yourself. Some of these activities include:

Traditional sports activities

Traditional fitness activities

Stretching, like in yoga, including stretches while sitting

Walking around the mall while talking to a friend

Jumping on a trampoline

Skipping

Sex

Swimming

Walking around doing chores

Pushing yourself in a wheelchair

Rolling down a hill

Tickling a friend

Pillow fights

Walking around and stretching to gather art supplies from different parts of your home

Chasing a toddler or naughty cat

Dancing

These activities and others can all be done healthily or unhealthily. Some may take money or risk injury or risk overexertion. You will need to figure out what is most fun and safe for you to do. Sometimes these are more easy when they become habits done via a class, to calm down, to wake up in the morning, and/or with a friend. Sometimes it may be easier to take opportunities as they come and have fun doing them.

Your body uses fat as extra energy reserves to make up for calorie deficits to make sure you always have energy to do what you want to do - or even to get up in the morning!

Between your calories in (through food/drink) and calories out (through body movement), your weight will be affected. If you often have more calories in than out, you will gain weight.* If you often have about the same calories in as out, your weight will stay the same.* If you have more calories out than in, your weight will increase.*

This is a rule of thumb, but may be affected by other life circumstances. These may include things like:

Illness

Mental illness / stress

Extreme or abnormal habits or situations

Side effects of medications

Muscle development, since muscle is denser than fat

These don't mean that you're lazy or a glutton. They mean that your body is trying hard to keep you as healthy as possible in your given situation, paying no regard to your weight.

If anything, weight may be broadly seen as one of many possible side effect of whether you have a lifestyle that will be sustainably comfortable for you in the long term."

...But, to be fair, that's a mouthful.

(Again, this is me learning as I go - it's my opinion now but it may change as I learn new things about how bodies work!)

#diet #exercise #weight #health #nutrition

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pheita · 2 years

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Carnal Desire Part 2

If you missed Part 1 you can find it here And yes, this is smut for the smut sake. THIS IS NSFW Warning for: chocking, rough sex, degrading in a sexual context, werewolf transformation during sex, graphic description of genitalia

This was @stormbrightwriter and my little smut challenge this week going with the prompt "Shh, there are other people next door" Have fun @catharticallysarcastic @kainablue @bloodlessheirbyjacques

The reception had been exhausting, and Tamsin was glad that she could finally leave without causing a commotion, especially as the central figure of the evening. She still had to laugh at the situation when she was alone. It had been half a year now since Kieran had made it clear to her that she was a werewolf, just like him and Frederick. At first, she had laughed at him until he had proven it to her. Her gaze went to Frederick, with all the pleading to leave put in it, she could muster. The ghost of a smirk settled briefly on his lips. A shiver chased through her as she thought of those lips and how much they made her feel like Little Red Riding Hood, the way Frederick literally ate her up with his kisses. Whispers around her reminded her that for all the differences with legends, one thing was true then: werewolves had better senses, and just the thought of Frederick's lips already caused to warm her up inside. Probably the whole room could smell her arousal. A clearing of her throat as a sign that she wanted to say something brought Frederick's attention to her. She loved the way he hung on her lips when she said something. "I'm going to our room. The day has been long and my feet are slowly killing me." Immediately, he was standing by her and had a hand on her lower back. "Do you want me to carry you?" His concern was heartbreaking honest and made Tamsin's knees go weak. "I can still manage that bit. Long live the elevators." A giggle went around the room. "Yeah, the modern shoes really aren't made for events like this," Theresa agreed with her. From the very first moment, Tamsin had taken Frederick's great-aunt to her heart, if only because she was so wonderfully direct. "Maybe we should just change the dress code soon? High heels only by choice." The outrage of the younger women was like a cold wave, but those who were already at least in their late thirties only nodded in agreement. "That's a good plan." One of the other aunts nodded in agreement as she spoke. "But hush, child," Theresa waved a hand, "Your day has been really long." As Frederick said goodbye, Tamsin saw Theresa's naughty wink. Nothing really remained hidden from this woman. Inevitably, Tamsin had to grin. Of course, everyone had noticed that Kieran wasn't there, just as everyone knew why not. The man had the self-control of an impatient toddler, and that would inevitably only lead to an uproar. Not like Tamsin would have cared. It might have been fun to get the older ones worked up like that. Tamsin looked to Frederick, who with a half-roll of his eyes told her to ignore it. His hand always stayed in the small of her back, just low enough that it didn't touch her skin and high enough that it didn't land on her butt.

The mark of the pack burned on her left shoulder as soon as they left the hall. Frederick stopped short. The way he moved his shoulder was a clue that his mark was burning as well. No one had told her that such a thing could happen, and yet it seemed to be something normal, the way Frederick reacted. She was about to ask him about this when the small door to the next room opened, and she was pulled inside with Frederick. A damned scantily clad Kieran stood in front of them, holding both of them by the wrists. Just being near him made Tamsin's insides seethe. Kieran was the flame that attracted moths, and she was that moth. "You shouldn't be here," Fredrick declared in a tense voice. "I'm the leader of the pack." "And horny as a rabbit on steroids." "Not just me," Kieran laughed throatily and pointed to Frederick's midsection with a nod. Tamsin only now noticed that an erection was clearly visible under the tight suit pants. Now she finally understood Theresa's wink. An annoyed snort accompanied Frederick's attempt to disengage from Kieran. "You try surviving hours without getting a hard-on when our greedy little she-wolf here has apparently only been able to think about one thing for hours." "No, don't blame me for this," she admonished with a hint of a laugh in her voice. Kieran let go of her and licked his lips with a suggestive grin. Tamsin's attempt to somehow get relief for the mark's burning didn't escape him. "So you're already noticing. I didn't expect that." The look got a little greedy as Kieran looked at her. "Notice what?" "The mark," Frederick explained simply. Meanwhile, he began to care for equality and untied the bow tie and took off the jacket. "The mark?" "It's on fire because of Kieran. Because our idiot of a leader only has sex on his mind."

Panicked, Tamsin looked over her shoulder down the hall. "Don't worry, only we notice because we belong together. When pairs form within a pack, those involved notice each other's arousal by the burning of the mark when a certain closeness is reached. The longer you're around, the farther the connection goes." In thought, Tamsin stroked the back of her neck with her hand and let it fall to her chest. Her dress was only a few inches of fabric away from being lewd, with the plunging neckline in the back and the length that went just halfway up her thigh. It wasn't until she bumped her butt against a dresser that she noticed how Kieran had pushed her against it. His hands tugged at the fabric of the dress, slowly pushing it up. "I'm impatient?" she asked now, clearly laughing. His nose brushed along her collarbone. "You're just like a drug to me." She wanted to say something, but it was blown away as he kissed her and at the same time his fingers stroked her clit for the first time. Tamsin moaned loudly. "Shh, there are people in the next room," Frederick teased her. She just gave him a dirty look. By now he was naked and the view of his erection was unobstructed. Again she moaned, which ended in a whimper. Kieran had pulled her dress over her head. "Look at that, our she-wolf is a bitch in heat." Frederick motioned her toward him with that exultant yet stern look that caused Tamsin to get goosebumps all over her body. His index finger wandered like a ghost over her spine, followed by kisses, while she sat half on the dresser, Kieran driving her insane with little circles around her clit and his mouth on her neck. Part of her had been glad not to have put on any underwear, because it would surely have torn now with Kieran's impatience.

"Tell me, my little bitch in heat, do you still want us to fuck you like the animals we are?" Hearing Frederick talk like that was new to her, but it spoke to something inside her that she couldn't put her finger on. Kieran eased off her neck and looked at him with a silent question. "Fuck yeah," she groaned. Of course, Kieran had to choose that moment to go lower with his hand and hit her entrance with his finger. The ghostly motion of Fredrick went up to her head, then he grabbed her hair by her updo and forced her head over to him. "Then come for me, my greedy bitch. But quietly. We don't want the guests to know what's going on here." Her eyes widened at the promise that she was finally getting what she'd wanted for weeks. She leaned into his grip, stretching her neck out to him. Kisses like a breeze followed, traced down to her cleavage and back to her neck. The one finger had been followed by two more by now, and Kieran pumped his hand into her again and again without mercy, as if he just wanted to impale her that way. "Come for me, and I'll give you everything you desire," Frederick whispered in her ear. His free hand grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple as hard as he could. Tamsin bit her lower lip, her whole body stiffening as she came. Only the sounds of breathing and the fragment of a soft moan could be heard. The blood rushing in her ears. She finally fell against the dresser as she came down from her orgasm. Eyes only half open, she saw Kieran with that satisfied look. Frederick kissed her greedily, claiming. His tongue searched deep inside her mouth for hers, then the kiss was over.

"Good she-wolf. Kneel down." "What?" That was all the protest that came out of her. A glance at Kieran only said the same thing while he slipped out of his pants. It was no surprise that he had dispensed with every other article of clothing. "On your knees. You'll earn it." It wasn't until he pulled her down from the dresser that Tamsin remembered his hand was still in her hair. He pushed her into the middle of the room, where there was plenty of space. It was only gentle pressure he applied, but it made it clear that she had to follow his instructions if she wanted to get what she was craving. "You want to feel us inside you at the same time, don't you?" Fredrick walked around her and stopped in front of her. "Yes." His hand went down her cheek to her mouth and pressed his thumb inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kieran pleasure himself with slow movements. Slowly realizing what was going on, she pulled Fredrick's thumb into her mouth and sucked on it. Satisfied, he grinned. A moment later, she had his cock in her mouth and took her time, slowly taking it in and then letting it slide back out. Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock, and she could tell from his look of pleasure that it was just right. Kieran moved closer and stood behind her. Slowly, he leaned down to her and kissed the top of her head. "Do you want it all, my flower?" She looked up at Kieran with a pleading look. "You're really still spoiling her," Frederick sighed with a groan. Kieran disappeared behind her, but remained in her field of vision. Frederick laughed softly and took a step backward.

Irritated, she looked at him, but stayed in place. He circled her and grabbed her hair again. "Here's to all four of you. You're our horny she-wolf, aren't you?" The updo fell apart as he let go, causing her hair to fall in her face as she went on all fours. Tamsin felt him position himself behind her, the tip of his cock pressed against her. A moan escaped her. "Shht, you'll get everything you want already." Carefully, he penetrated her. Slowly, he thrust, which only made her insides spasm expectantly around him. Slowly, agonizingly, playfully, he changed how deep he plunged into her every few movements, driving her insane. Sometimes he rolled his hips, then it was short quick thrusts followed by slow ones. It drove her crazy and she wanted more of it. She needed more. She needed everything. Tamsin looked up at Kieran. His eyes seemed to turn even more yellow than they already were. Then she heard a low, animalistic growl. Frederick took her hands and pulled her back, making her depend entirely on him to hold her while he slowly drove her more and more insane. Her breasts moved with each thrust, Kieran's gaze fixed on her as if hypnotized.

At first, she thought she was seeing ghosts through the situation, but slowly Kieran changed. He grew taller, hairier, his jaw went forward a bit and his canines clearly became fangs. The arms and legs more muscular, the fingers thicker and longer with long fingernails, but what really made Tamsin howl with lust was his cock. Like everything else on her body, Kieran's cock was now thicker, but more importantly, more tapered in shape and everything inside her sang with pleasure. Her walls tightened around Frederick’s dick as she got a sight of the tip of Kieran’s wolf cock, with the spearheaded form. "This is what you want, isn't it? Fucked by a big horny wolf cock, just the bitch you are," Frederick growled in his ear. He reached around and held her by the belly now, pulling her all the way into his lap, one hand on her throat. She only now sensed that he was transformed as well. Fingernails wrapped around her neck like claws, the threat that he could snatch her at any moment like a poor unsuspecting rabbit got her juices flowing like nothing she ever experienced before. Something burst deep from her in a howl. "Howl for me, my flower," Kieran cheered her on, "Show the world what a she-wolf you are. Let it out. Let yourself go." Fredrick was thrusting into her with all his might now, it seemed to be deeper and deeper with each thrust, filling her more and more, claiming her. Again and again he squeezed her throat a little more. She felt claws on her skin that could only belong to Kieran, sending shivers through her that had nothing to do with arousal anymore. This was something deeper, something primal. Fredrick bit into her shoulder. She felt the fangs tearing her skin, his claws cutting off her air, and at the same time his cock filling her in a way, pumping into her like a maniac. It clouded her senses, and at the same time she perceived everything crystal clear. "Show me the she-wolf," Fredrick commanded against her shoulder, "Show me what you're made of." One last time, he tightened his grip.

Then something inside her broke. A howl like she had never heard before rang in her ears, followed by Kieran's deep howl. The orgasm was epic in a way she couldn't describe. She perceived everything simultaneously and much more clearly. She could literally feel Frederick coming inside her, pumping her full of his seed. Subconsciously, she pressed against him more, rubbing herself against him, milking everything out of him. "Oh yeah, that's what you want, isn't it? You want us to fill you with our seed until it drips out of you, don't you? A horny little cum slut you are." Tamsin should be offended at what Frederick said, wondering how the usually caring man could be like that, but something inside her had taken over, and it found that arousing and wanted more. "I want it all. Fill me. Use me. Fuck me. Hurt me. Everything....," she whimpered in an occupied voice that didn't seem to belong to her. Kieran pulled her away from Fredrick and covered her with kisses. He hoisted her onto the dining room table and without further hesitation, he claimed her for his own. Once inside her, he lifted her away from the table and bounced her up and down on his cock a few times. With everything she had, she clawed at him. Moans turned to howls, growing louder with each time, mingling with Kieran’s. She was almost to the next orgasm again when she felt Frederick at her back. His hand pressed between her ass cheeks, demanding access. Tamsin relaxed as best she could in the position.

Fredrick didn't linger long with any preparations. Why he was hard again, Tamsin didn't know, but she felt his erection penetrating her ass. Just two or three deep thrusts later, Kieran and Fredrick had found a rhythm that made Tamsin whimper, moan, howl and growl. She bit into Kieran's neck, tasting blood on her tongue, but she didn't have time to think about it as Frederick's hands wrapped around her breasts and kneaded them, he and Kieran simultaneously biting into her shoulders and Kieran's claws digging deep into her ass cheeks. Like a wave, the two of them moved so that one of them was always buried deep inside her. Frederick kept pinching and stabbing her breast lightly with his claws, causing her to drift away more and more. The way her walls wrapped around Kieran’s dick, taking him with her during her orgasm, milking him like just moments before she did with Frederick, seemed to turned him on. He sped up, forced Tamsin to come again and again, always taking either Fredrick or Kieran with him with loud howls. When she regained consciousness, all three were on the floor. The feeling of being filled was the first thing that hit her as soon as Tamsin regained her senses. Followed by a soreness like she'd never had felt before. Kieran had his arm around her, and Fredrick's arm served as her pillow. She raised her hand to give Frederick a punch on the shoulder, but stopped when she saw her hand. More her claw, actually. A glance down her body showed fur all over her, just like it did with the men. "Shit, when did that happen?" Kieran laughed softly. "While Fredrick was fucking you. I guess you have a thing for choking, huh?" "How do I undo that?" "Just give it a little time," Frederick muttered sleepily. Tamsin chuckled softly to herself. "We drained him." "No, you drained us, my flower," Kieran murmured into her shoulder. With a slight nod to the side, he gestured for her to look. The wall across from them clearly had dents in it that looked suspiciously like the imprint of her butt. Her gaze moved on. The table had some deep scratch marks. A chair was broken. A cabinet hung a little askew. "Shit..." Both men just laughed. "We had to force you to come back down from your high." Lightly, Frederick pulled his arm from under her head. "Forced cuddling. You were in a sex frenzy. That can happen once in a while with the first transformation." A wide grin on Kieran's face told her he was thinking the same thing she was. "So I'm up for a repeat. But without broken furniture." "That's why Kieran should wait until we get to his place," Frederick commented dryly. "It's still all wolf save," Kieran was still grinning. "Not today." There was that defining tone of Frederick's again, sending comforting shivers through her body. He put his free arm over her with a snort. "You're just as bad as Kieran." "Am I?" "You'll see. Tell me, how do you feel about bondage?"

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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Hi! I would like to request something, naturally if you like to do this... I wanted to ask for Atsumu and Osamu hc as toddlers and how they acts with their parents. Thank you

sorry if this took awhile but here ya go!

THE MIYA TWINS AS TODDLERS

ㅡthe twins' quirks and antics as toddlers

✧ fluff! | wholesome | miya twins as toddlers but old enough to speak a few words

✧ purely based on how i perceive them

a/n: it's funny cos they remind me of my nephew and niece so when i saw your req i knew i had to do it lmao. thanks for requesting, anon! @/gen hope y'all enjoy, as i did writing it! thanks for reading :D

i bet before their hairs decided to have a life of their own and part ways

the twins sported a coconut hair or also known as the mop hair

the one that has a straight cut bangs that passes below their eyebrows

and heck you not their parents are always confused which one is which

since there's barely a difference between their identical faces

so osamu being a naughty kid takes this opportunity to turn situations into his favor

like when he messes his drawer and forgets to clean up

and his mother sees what he has done

his mother would come to him and scold him for not cleaning up the mess

and even though he is osamu he'd tell his mother he isn't

"not samu, mama. that samu."

pointing at an innocent sleeping atsumu in the couch

and manages to convince her

so as his mother nods and walks, uttering apologies for mistaking him for his twin

as she walks away a small smirk crawls on his face

you know how common it is for twins to have matching clothes?

atsumu HATES it

he despises it to the point wherein he wears a little scowl on his face, pouting his bottom lip when he sees his twin wearing the same shirt but in a different color

he wants to be different

he doesn't want to look like osamu

tho they're technically identical twins

but when the adults start to woo at how cute they look

little atsumu starts loving it, showing it off with his chin held high in the air

he struts using his small feet with the corners of his lips pulled up

and as the squeals get louder his ego increases

osamu stands in his spot with his short arms to his sides as he shoots him glares when he sees his twin enjoying the attention he gets from being called 'cute'

normally, as kids of the same age they have the same interests

they like the same cartoons, shows, toys, etc.

so when they end up liking the same superhero and there's only one action figure available in the house

oh dear their house turns into a hellhole

IMAGINE THE SCREAMS, THE HAIR PULLING, SCRATCHING, AND PUSHING

heck if i were their mother i would push them back into my uterus

but no, toddler miyas are running around house chasing whoever gets the hero first

and when atsumu manages to snatch it away from osamu

and osamu begins to cry

not cry, more like howl

because it gets increasingly loud as seconds passes by

toddler atsumu would instantly feel guilty

mama told him he's the a few seconds older than osamy so when it comes to looking out for the two of them

he should take the initiative

so what he does is he pats osamu little almost bald head and plants a kiss at the side of his head

thankfully osamu stops only because he's confused of the sudden affection

and their mother, who's late to the chaos, sees atsumu comforting his twin

she coos at them and encourages them to hug each other to end the conflict and be a good brother to each other

and they did

they hug in front of the adult and atsumu whispers to his twin

"no, cry samu."

and when they both release from the embrace and their mother is not within sight

osamu narrows his eyes at his twin before abruptly taking the action figure from atsumu's little grip

"mine."

this time atsumu cries louder than osamu did

but when their eyes catches the same image before them

they both stop,

dropping the action figure on the floor upon they seeinb mother in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room

with a spatula in hand and a face red in frustration and anger

oh no, they know they're in deep trouble.

rbs and likes are very much appreciated, thank you! ♡

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Grandparents Day

Hi!!! Sorry for posting it then deleting it, I decided I didn’t want to post it now I want to! So sorry about that haha:) this is just the styles family going to the park and visiting the grandparents! I hope you enjoy ��

Today Y/n and Harry are leaving their cozy cottage and scoundering out into the real world, leaving the home-y confines of their cottage and going to visit the grandparents for a late lunch.

They are having a picnic out at the park, Harry offered to host it at their cottage and have it out in their backyard- claiming the flowers and plants would make great scenery, But the family had denied. They said the four needed to get out and see more people than the customers at the farmers market.

The couple of course agreed, renting out a park pavilion for the day and packing up their contribution of the picnic foods. “Come on, my love, mummy made sun tea!” Harry coos, holding Violet's hand and hoisting her up into her booster seat.

“Yummy!” She cheers, letting Harry clip her in the seat securely. Harry buckles it right under her chest, making sure the big buckle is positioned correctly. “Comfy?” Harry questions, holding a thumb up for her. She smiles widely, showing her small baby teeth and sticking her tiny thumb up for him. “Good!” She cheers, Harry smiling and softly tickling her belly, kissing her cheek then brushing his hand from her hair to her cheek, softly giving it a pinch before he shoots her a wink, softly closing the door.

Y/n walks out, the picnic basket in her hand along with Forest laying in her arm. “I’ve got that, sunshine” Harry hums, pushing up his glasses and grabbing the picnic basket from her hands, the kids diaper bag balanced on top of it. He places it in the back, Y/n thanking him and buckling Forest into his bus seat.

“Come on, sweet pea. Let’s get you out of the bus!” Harry coos, pulling Violet out of the bus seat and resting her on his hip. He circles to the back of the bus, grabbing the diaper bag and the wooden picnic basket, heading toward the big pavilion entry. Y/n walks a couple steps ahead of him, guiding the way while he hauls the food behind her.

“Hello!” Harry’s mum greets, making the man look up with a smile. “Hi!” He sings, his wife offering her a polite smile while she deals with a slightly fussy Forest. Y/ns parents greet them, the styles family making their way over to the picnic table. “Go see nana!” Harry coos, letting Violet slip down from his hip and land on her feet, padding away on the concrete flooring to go visit her grandparent, getting her cheeks pinched and dollars slipped to her behind her parents backs.

They all finally greet each other, laughs and conversations laying over the other until they all settle down and take their seats on the old red chipping bench of the picnic tables. Harry pulls Violet on his lap, making sure she’s not running off and getting lost. (She likes to do that when they go off to the park- which isn’t often.) Harry slides her plate toward her, the girl's sippy cup full of sun tea, balanced between her chubby hands.

“It's time to eat, sunshine.” Harry announces to violet, pulling her next to him on the picnic table bench. She stretches her little neck to look at the array of food everyone had brought. She makes quick grabby hands for the fruit sandwiches Harry hand prepared for the outing. Harry catches her in the act and grabs her hand before she can shove a bite into her mouth, pulling her hand away and kissing the back of it, shoving an orange baby spoon in her hand instead. He puts a small portion of summer pasta on her plate, the girl forming a tight pout on her lips before she stabs the pasta and shoves it in her mouth angirly, mad her daddy didn't let her have dessert first.

“How is the farm?” Anne asks while she holds Forest, holding a sleepy baby in one arm and feeding herself with the other, something the youngest parents out of the group have mastered.

Y/n finishes her bite, wiping her mouth off on the floral printed napkin before answering annes question. “Everything is good. We sold a bunch at the farmers market a couple weeks ago.” Harry nods along, serving himself while everyone passes the bowls and plates of food around, complimenting each other on their dishes quietly. “We’re thinking of getting some bunnies. Violet would love it.” Harry adds, violet instantly snapping her head up at the mention of adding the fluffy white animal to the family farm. “Bunnies?!” she asks, making the group laugh.

“Yep,” Harry says, licking his thumb and rubbing red sauce from her face, the little girl's face scrunching up while she pushes his large hand away. “You're gonna eat them?” Y/n’s dad asks, the family shaking her head, violet getting visibly upset by the questions. They dont eat bunnies! Bunnies are for petting and loving. “No, just have them as pets. We dont eat meat, we haven't for a while.” Harry informs, violet being his little sidekick and nodding along to every word he has to say.

“So are you getting them?” Anne asks, Violet looking up at Harry with so much hope. She loves bunnies, she draws them all the time, it's just one big circle, a smaller one for the head, then four tiny ones for the feet and a happy face made with two dots and a curved line but it's a bunny to her and she loves it. “...yeah,” the father slowly nods. Y/n gives him sharp eyes. They were supposed to surprise Violet and Forest with the new addition to their farm, even though forest wouldn't be that enthusiastic, he's only four months old.

“What about preschool? Are you going to send her to preschool?” y/n’s mum barges into the conversation, always nagging at her daughter to get the kids out. They do get the kids out, just not often. They have playdates and go to the park to socialize with the other kids but they are usually inside and if they do leave they stay together, no disturbing the people around them.

“Were still deciding on whether to homeschool her or send her to Harry's old preschool.” Y/n answers her nons nagging questions. She would love for Violet to stay with them, it's not like she wants to go out and see all these kids, she's a very antisocial toddler. She is shy and nervous around new people, if it's not her mummy, daddy, and little brother she usually doesn't prefer to be around them for long periods of time.

“Just let the kid breathe! She probably wants to be with other kids ever not and then, you know.”

Y/n tries not to get frustrated but she doesn't need people telling her how to parent, especially when they dont know how her child feels being around people that arent her immediate family.

Y/n sighs, rubbing her eyes. “Violet doesn't like being around other people for a long time. I dont want to send her away for three hours a day to a place where she isn't comfortable. Especially when we are already teaching her stuff at home and she is doing great.” she argues back, harry pulls a hand on the small of her back and rubs softly. He knows she gets annoying about things like this, she is usually a very zen person.

Harry 100% backs her up on this. He knows how anxious his little one can get when she is around new people- or people who aren't her parents. Why would they send her off to a preschool when they can teach her ABC’s at home, how to write her name, counting, and even more that they teach at a preschool. They can have one on one time with their child when the teacher wouldn't be able to focus on just one child at a time. They even get to teach her more about the animals, show her what noises animals make and what colors they are up close and personal.

“I think it would just be nice for her to make some friends,”

Harry senses some trepidation, and he doesn't want Violet to watch her mumma and grandma to get into a disagreement. Not that it would get ugly, Harry just prefers his kids ears aren't around bad language, and when a disagreement happens the adults tend to get loose lips.

“Hey, are you done? Let's go play, you can eat this on the swings.” Harry grabs a fruit sandwich, picking the girl up and excusing them while he walks into the wood chip filled playground. Violet munches on her desert when she slides down bright yellow slides with Harry, sitting on his lap while they both sing out “weeeee!”

Y/n helps everyone pack up, throwing away paper cups and plates in the big rusty trash cans that they had in the pavilion. She watches Harry and Violet chase each other, watching them closely since Violet happens to be a very accident prone (almost) two year old. She keeps to herself while she stuffs drinks back in blue coolers, stuffing their tupperware back in their picnic basket and leaving the sun tea out because they had seemed to enjoy that.

While the rest of the crew cleans up Harry chases Violet around the playground, the black floors being filled with wood chips that were once stuck on little ones shoes, or maybe some naughty kids were bringing them up on the jungle gym to play around in them. “Hey, watch your step, pumpkin!” Harry yells before Violet misses her step and falls over a big black chunky step, falling right into the wood chips. Cries instantly fell from her mouth, she was just trying to run down the playground steps but her chubby legs couldn't keep up.

“Hey,” Harry pouts, sitting on the black step and pulling her onto his thighs. “Are you okay, sweet pea?” Harry asks, dusting off the debris on her knees and hands. She huffs as she cries, her bottom lip poking out while tears roll down her cheek, her nose and cheeks growing pink and hot from her crying. Harry gives her a big pout when he sees her knee bleeding, He hopes she doesnt have a splinter.

“Lets go get you clean your boo boo’s up” Harry mumbles, pulling her up to his chest and kissing all along her hair line, letting her cry in his neck. He walks back up to the pavilion in search of the diaper bag, they have a first aid kit stashed in there, it's a necessity when you have a bambi-like toddler.

y/n watches Harry set down a crying violet, fishing for a first aid kit. “What happened?” she sighs, handing the little girl her sippy cup. Harry glaces up at his wife for a second before looking back down at his toddler, preparing to clean her boo boo’s. “She fell,” he cleans her cuts up only making her cry more, her hands were only scraped, but she had a small cut on her knee. He adds some neosporin, patching on a baby shark bandaid before kissing over her cut.

“All better?” the girl huffs, wiping her tears. She looks at her knee, holding up two fingers like she's going to pinch something, Harry laughs. “Lets go sing baby shark somewhere else, your nana might give me a boo boo.”

Y/n laughs, Harry kissing her and Forest's head before they sit on the park bench together, their singing still heard.

The grandparents all swarm over the free child, watching him sleep peacefully. Y/n laughs awkwardly, hoping that Harry would be back soon to distract them or so Violet could play with them. “Are you putting this one in pre school?” Y/n scoffs at her mothers nagging, surprised it's only been an hour of hearing nagging about their kids.

“He's a real momma's boy. He's gonna be a heartbreaker.'' Robin laughs, making Y/n smile and laugh, her boy isn't dating because no one's ever gonna be good enough.

They decide to join the rest on the playground, the men playing with violet- or Harry pushing Violet on the swing while the men talk to him. Anne and Y/n’s mom join her on the park bench, the small boy finally waking up from his long nap. They talk about the farm and the kids while the sun sets, loud giggles from violet fill the park while Harry pushes her higher and higher. “It's beautiful out,” Anne says, looking up at the glowing sky, a painting of orange, purple, and blue framing the cloudy sky.

“It is,”

Hiii!! I hope you enjoyed reading part three!! I’m sorry for being a tease and posting it then deleting it. I was in my teasing era. Anyways, thank you for everything, you have all been so fucking amazing, like it shocks me how sweet and supportive you all are, thank you!!! It means so much!!! I love you all. My requests are open, I’m currently writing part four and then I will be putting out a blurb about when y/n was pregnant with Forest after part four is out. Thank you for everything!!!

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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ciryc ca'tra (cold night sky): chapter three || din djarin x reader

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chapter one | chapter two

Series Summary: When you crash-land on a frozen planet on your way to Trask, you and Din work together to keep the Crest afloat and keep your little family safe under the cold night sky. || Part One of Jate’kara (Lucky Stars)

Chapter Summary: You panic when the baby goes missing, only to find him trying to help his daddy fix the ship. You panic when the frog lady goes missing, only to find her trying to warm her eggs. You panic when there’s suddenly spiders all over the place. You’re really not having a good time on this frozen planet.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst | Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Maybe old fashioned ideas about marriage? Idk, I’m an old-fashioned kind of girl. Let me know if there’s anything you need me to tag!

A/N: I’ve been writing this fic nonstop for the past few days and it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I’m thoroughly enjoying it, and I hope you are too! Also, I think it’s actually very sexy of me to post each chapter less than 24 hours apart. Enjoy! ♡

You couldn’t get back to sleep.

You tried - your whole body ached with exhaustion, and you knew you should rest - but you were too rattled by the scare with the droid and too worried about Din out in the cold. You tried to find something more productive to do than fret, but the baby had slept through everything, and there was very little to do when you weren’t chasing him around the ship. You’d already organized and cleaned everything you could; there really was nothing to do but wait.

For the sake of your sanity - and Din’s, as you knew an anxious wife was absolutely the last thing he needed right now - you decided on a shower. The refresher was outfitted with a regular shower as well as a sonic; you’d be using the latter, considering the fact that there was no heat on the Crest at the moment. Neatly folding Din’s spare cloak and putting the rest of your clothes in the laundry basket in the refresher, you stepped into the sonic and let the thing work its magic.

The state of the refresher when you’d first come aboard the Crest was... abysmal, to put it honestly. It told you all you needed to know about the Mandalorian bounty hunter you’d met when he arrived in your small town deep in the hills of Naboo: he was used to being alone, and very unfamiliar with a woman’s company. When you started working for him and living on the ship - he’d needed your help finding a man who used to live in your town - you’d asked if there was any way to at least have a door on the blasted thing. He readily complied, and with the help of a few of the handyman types in your community, the Crest’s refresher was sorted out in no time, and more elaborately than you’d hoped for.

The sonic was made to be used with or without water, and warm lights adorned the new mirror above the sink. Best of all, there was a sliding door - much like the one on the bunk, which had been expanded slightly in all the renovation. Until you were married - only a short while after you came to work for him, as you’d both fallen head over heels in a matter of weeks - Din had slept on the reclining passenger seat in the cockpit. You’d always considered that likely miserable sleeping arrangement and the new refresher his very first love-gifts to you, and you knew you would always cherish his selflessness and generosity.

Clean and a little less wired after the sonic, you quickly put on new clothes and wrapped yourself back in Din’s cloak. You went to check on the baby, sure he was still sleeping; to your dismay and instant panic, your little foundling was nowhere to be found among the blankets you’d nestled him in earlier.

“Ad’ika!” you called, searching through the ship like Din had earlier. Your little one was an escape artist, that much you’d known from the very beginning. Usually it was of little consequence - there were only so many places he could go on the ship, and you or Din found him contentedly playing with his silver ball or some other toy he’d fashioned. But here, with the temperature dropping and the wreckage everywhere and only the tarp between the ship and the icy world outside - you had to find him.

Your panic grew to a fever pitch as you searched the ship high and low, calling for him with an increasingly desperate tone. Finally, positive he wasn’t anywhere on the Crest, you ventured outside; snowdrifts piled across the rocky ground, and the air was bitterly cold. Heedless of your own safety, you searched around the wreckage of the ship, calling for him as you felt the sting of tears.

“Cyar’ika!”

You heard Din’s voice calling you from the other side of the ship, and you made your way to him as quickly as you could. Surely Din would know where your baby was, and if he didn’t, he would know where to look. As you rounded the corner, you almost couldn’t make him out as tears blurred your vision. You tried to collect yourself before you told him - what, that you’d lost your son? That you’d had one job and couldn’t even keep your toddler safe?

Your distress must have shown on your face, because Din reached a consoling hand out to you and met you halfway as you walked through the snow towards him. You prepared to tell him, to beg for his forgiveness and help -

Then, wrapped in the corner of Din’s cloak and nestled snugly in the crook of his arm, your baby peeked out at you and gave a babble of greeting.

“Oh, Maker,” you gasped, the words coming out like a sob. You reached out for him and Din gave him to you; you held him tight as tears streamed down your face.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” you said, shoulders shaking as you tried to get a hold of yourself. You felt Din’s hand on your back, drawing you close against him; you let him hold you, the baby pressed safely between you.

“It’s ok, cyare,” Din soothed, running his hand up and down your back.

You gave a hitching breath. “It’s not ok, Din,” you insisted. “I thought he was - ”

You couldn’t make yourself say it, and felt a flash of anger at your husband that you knew was misdirected, but you didn’t know what to do with the guilt and fear that still ran through you.

“You knew where he was this whole time?” you snapped, looking up at his visor. Your tears were cold on your cheeks, and you angrily brushed them away. “How long was he out here with you, while I was worried sick looking for him?”

Din held up a hand in a conciliatory gesture. “No, I didn’t know he was out here,” he said, determinedly calm and patient. “I only just found him, and I’d just finished getting onto him when I heard you calling for him. I was coming to take him to you, cyare.”

You knew he was telling you the truth - he’d never do something like that to you. You didn’t know what to say, ashamed that you’d accused him of letting you worry needlessly when he’d actually been doing all he could to prevent that.

“S-sorry,” you managed brokenly. You could see your vague reflection in the planes of his helmet, tearful and small and overrun with emotion.

He sighed and drew you close to him again. “I know,” he said gently. “You don’t have to apologize. I know that scared you.”

You shook your head as you leaned against his chest. “He was asleep,” you tried to explain. “I closed the door on the bunk and I just went to take a shower - I didn’t mean to - ”

“It’s not your fault,” he said, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “He knew better than to wander off like that, especially outside.”

Din looked down at the small bundle in your arms, wrapped now in the cloak you wore.

“It was very naughty to make your mama worry like that,” Din said firmly, raising a finger for emphasis. “Don’t do that again.”

The baby gave a babble that sounded somewhat affirmative and apologetic, looking up at you with those big eyes for good measure. You were so relieved that he was alright that you couldn’t stay upset with him; you covered his ears with your cloak and held him close.

“You ought to get back inside, cyar’ika,” Din said. “Try and get warmed up.”

You looked up at him, intending to say that he should come in as well, and felt a wave of guilt that you’d only just realized how his beskar was completely frosted over. The usually shiny metal was dull and white, and you knew he had to be freezing.

“Oh, Din,” you said, reached a hand up to touch the icy side of his helmet. He took your hand in a gentle grip before you could, saving you from touching the cold metal and warming your fingers with his touch.

“Please come inside,” you said, already trying to think of ways to warm him up without any heat on the ship. “You must be freezing.”

“I’m alright,” he soothed, though you knew he was probably more uncomfortable than he let on. “I need to keep working on the repairs. You and the baby shouldn’t be out in this.”

“Neither should you,” you said. “You’re - I mean, you’re covered in frost.”

He nodded. “Beskar clouds pretty quickly in the cold. It’s nothing to worry about.”

You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to get anywhere with him, but you weren’t annoyed. Since the frog lady had urged him to begin repairs sooner, he’d been single-mindedly working on the major parts of the ship that were damaged; he was going to work until he couldn’t feel his fingers any more, and then probably a little bit longer before he came inside. You admired his determination and hard work as much as you worried for him, and you wouldn't have had him any other way.

You were hesitant to leave him, but knew you should get the baby inside.

“At least kiss me before I go,” you said, knowing it was a lot to ask. “That way I can see for myself if you’re turning into an ice block under that helmet.”

He chuckled and lifted the bottom of his helmet just enough to oblige you, giving you a gentle, chaste kiss.

“There,” he said, once his helmet had been replaced. “Warm enough for you?”

You hummed in agreement. “For now.” You lightly tapped your boot against his. “Don’t stay out too long, my love.”

He shook his head. “Ne baatir, cyare.” He’d said that to you enough times over the years that you didn’t have to ask what it meant: don’t worry, beloved.

You gave him one last smile before heading back around the ship, bundling the baby close against the temperature that had started to drop steadily as the sun went down. Minding your steps lest you stumble over a snow-covered rock or bit of debris, you noticed something odd; it looked like there were another set of footprints in the snow, bigger than either yours or Din’s. You stopped and followed them with your gaze, trying not to let fear get the better of you; they led away from the ship towards the jagged side of the cavern, around a corner that seemed to lead into a different cave.

The baby started to babble excitedly, his little clawed hand pointing in the direction of the cave. Goodness, had he followed something out here? Come to think of it, where was your passenger?

You looked back over your shoulder and saw your husband diligently working on a smoking part near the back of the ship.

“Din!” you called. You tried to make your voice carry without any indication of panic, but he looked up and zeroed in on you all the same.

He cocked his head in question, as you weren’t in any obvious danger, and you waved him over. He set his tools aside and started towards you, and you hoped you hadn’t annoyed him by interrupting his work.

“What is it?” he asked, not unkindly, and you knew he hadn’t minded coming over. You gestured to the footprints.

“Do you think it’s the frog lady?” you asked.

He studied the path of the footprints, most likely through his HUD, and sighed.

“She’s not in the ship?” he asked.

“No,” you answered. Recalling your frantic search for the baby, you realized that you hadn’t seen her anywhere. “Why would she leave?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, but I need to go find her. There’s no telling what’s in those caves.”

You suppressed a shudder at the thought. “Should we go with you?”

He considered that, looking over you and the baby for a moment. “I guess. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone, but - do you think you’ll be warm enough?”

You drew his cloak closer around you and your baby. “I think so. I’d feel better going with you.”

He put a hand on your back as you followed the path of the footprints, his touch steadying and safe. “Just stick close to me, cyare. Don’t wander.”

“Din,” you said, affectionate and a little exasperated. You’d been married to a bounty hunter long enough to know that right by his side was the safest place to be. “When have you ever known me to wander?”

He chuckled. “I know, I know. You’re very good about it.” He looked around as you walked through the mouth of the cave, and you knew he was making himself aware of every possible danger.

“I don’t have any idea what to look out for,” he said honestly. You could tell how much he hated not knowing what you were up against, not being as prepared to protect you as he would have liked.

You had never made a habit of questioning his authority - he knew much better than you how to keep you safe, and if he gave you an order in a dangerous situation, you complied. It was the least you could do, considering how often he was called on to protect his wife and child. With your marriage vows, Din had sworn to kar'taylir bal cabuor, to hold you in his heart and to protect you; you had vowed your love and trust in return.

You reached out to put a hand on his arm. “I trust you, Din,” you said simply.

He nodded. “I know, cyare. Thank you.”

You stayed close to your husband's side as the cave darkened and threaded through the columns of ice that loomed on every side; it was eerily quiet except for the sound of your footsteps through the snow. Din scanned the area constantly through his HUD; you trusted him to lead you, as you couldn’t make out the footprints in the dim light. He paused for a moment at a fork in the path.

“There’s a heat signature through there,” he said, nodding to the leftmost path. You held onto the edge of his cloak, hoping to settle both of you a little, and followed as he cautiously made his way down the path.

After a bit of a tricky slope that Din offered his hand to help you over, the path opened up into a cavern that was noticeably warmer than the rest of the cave had been. Steam rose from a wide, shallow pool in the middle of the space that you guessed came from a hot spring. The frog lady was swimming in the pool, her eggs spread out around her like little jewels on the water’s surface.

“There you are,” Din said, his voice echoing around the cavern as he walked over to her. He sounded understandably frustrated; you watched as he got a sense of his surroundings and assessed any threats, undoubtedly coming to the conclusion more quickly than you had that it was too big of a space with too many shadowed corners for him to be at any sort of defensive advantage if the need arose.

“You can’t leave the ship,” he told her, rounding the pool to the side where the egg chamber sat full of liquid but without any of the eggs. “It’s not safe out here.”

You followed and knelt with him beside the pool, putting the baby between you.

“Let’s gather these up,” Din said, gesturing to the eggs bobbing in the warm water. The frog lady croaked in dismay as she cradled a few.

“I know it’s warm,” Din said, a gentle sympathy coloring his voice. He scooped up a handful of the eggs, paying no mind to wetting his gloves, and put them back in the chamber. “But night’s coming fast, and I can’t protect you out here.”

You helped take the eggs out of the water, careful of their seemingly thin protective skin; the water was delightfully warm, and you couldn’t help a fleeting wish to be swimming in it too. You handed the eggs to Din to put back into the chamber.

In your periphery, you saw your baby’s little hand inching towards an egg floating close to the edge of the pool; you and Din both noticed it at the same time, and both of you held an admonishing finger between your son and the tempting egg.

“No,” you said at the same time, in the tone you reserved for scolding. The baby looked from you to Din with a pleading expression, but Din wasn’t fazed.

“No,” he repeated firmly. He went back to gathering the eggs as the baby gave a squeak of protest, and you made a mental note to find your son something to eat when you got back to the ship.

The eggs were more slippery than you’d expected, and rounding them up took all three of you working together. You knew Din was trying to be careful and quick at the same time; being away from the ship made him wary, and there were a lot of you to protect in such a large space. You helped as best you could, holding out handfuls of eggs for him to put back into the chamber and quickly going back to gather more.

From behind you, you heard the distinctive, fearful cry of your baby; you whirled around, looking everywhere for him, and found him running over from between rows of little white eggs that seemed to be twisting in a sickly, grotesque sort of way.

You felt an icy wash of uncanny terror and needlessly called your husband’s name, abandoning the pool to rush over to your son and pick him up. You saw with a sudden wave of nauseated horror that things were coming from the eggs, chittering things with long, spindly legs. You stumbled backwards and would have lost your footing if Din hadn’t caught you, immediately pulling you back towards the pool.

You couldn't have spurred yourself to move, so horrifically entranced were you by the loathsome creatures as they swarmed over the far side of the cavern floor, but you wondered why your husband didn’t seem any more inclined to action. You felt a little faint.

“Din,” you said uncertainly. You vaguely wondered how often you called your husband’s name like a plea for help, and if it ever wore on him.

“Right here,” he said, and it sounded so unlike him, so dreamy and faint, that it snapped you back to awareness like a slap in the face.

“Din,” you said again, more firmly. You turned and looked at him; he was watching the spider-like creatures start to climb the walls, his posture slack. That alone scared you badly enough to smack a hand against his chestplate in panic.

“Din!” you said again, sharp and loud. The spiders were inching closer, their chittering growing louder with each passing second -

Your hand on his chest and the sound of your voice seemed to snap him out of it, and his whole body tensed up immediately.

“Kriff,” he bit out, anger and panic tightening his voice even through the vocoder. He shut the canister of eggs and slung it onto his shoulder, taking your upper arm in a firm grip with his free hand.

“Go,” he ordered, and you couldn’t have disobeyed him if you wanted to. He released you and you started to run towards the cave entrance you’d come through earlier, your baby pressed close to your chest -

You only made it a few feet from the pool when a terrible roar shook the cavern, stopping you dead in your tracks. A giant, eldritch spider was crawling from behind the outcropping at the far side of the cavern, and it was all you could do to hold onto consciousness as you saw it take another step towards you.

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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7 Fluffy Balls of Joy

Chapter 7: The Puppies First Grooming (DIY Version)

The 5 Jacksepticeye Egos decide to try grooming the growing dogs for the first time. This leads to more hard work than they expected, and some play time too.

This fanfic is for Shannon. I hope you enjoy more of the puppies! :)

Henrik walked out of his bedroom and widened his eyes. They had gotten so big! Where did the time go?!

“Oh good lord...You’re getting very big!” Henrik reacted.

The puppies turned right around and howled towards Henrik. Henrik laughed and knelt down, looking at the puppies. “Hello babies! More like teenagers now.” Henrik joked.

“Good morning Henrik!” Jackie greeted.

“Guten morgen!” Henrik greeted back. “Zhey’re huge now!” Henrik reacted.

“I know and SO FLUFFYYY!” Jackie was fluffing up their fur.

“Yeah...Zhey kinda need a hair cut…” Henrik told him.

“Do they though?” Jackie asked.

“Ja. Zhey do.” Henrik replied. “And zhat’s vhat ve’re gonna do today. Ve’re gonna vash, cut and groom zhe puppies.” Henrik decided.

“But that’s gonna be so much wooorrrrrrrrk.” Jackie whined.

Henrik chuckled and looked at him with a side grin. “Should’ve zhought of zhat vhen you brought home 7 puppies and a mama.” Henrik told him.

Jackie sighed and nodded. “True…”

“Oh! Ound I have a collar for Angel!” Henrik declared. He picked up his little Angel, placed the puppy onto the couch, and hooked up the magenta pink collar to the puppy. “Zhere. You are mine forever!” Henrik declared.

“Yay! Another doggy’s been claimed!” Jackie declared.

“Yeah! I hope Marble is enjoying zhe new family.” Henrik said.

“The kids did seem really excited!” Jackie told him.

As soon as Chase, Jamie and Marvin were up, Henrik and Jackie explained to the boys that they were gonna get the pets groomed. And they were gonna do it themself.

Jamie widened his eyes and let out a breath. His whole face basically said ‘this is gonna take forever’.

“I know…” Henrik muttered.

“Not even magic will be able to make this go any quicker.” Marvin told him.

“I know.” Henrik told him.

“This has been a great experience so far...but I did not sign up for grooming a litter of growing dogs.” Chase reacted.

“Okay okay, ve get it! So let’s get started!”

The boys started off with cleaning the dogs first. All 5 boys got their swim trunks and bare backs on, and started cleaning the dogs outside. Each of them had a bottle of shampoo, and were getting the dogs all lathered up. Chase shrieked as his dog shook some of the soap off, while Jamie spat and made throat noises as bits of dog soap ended up in his mouth.

Marvin groaned as the dog he was bathing, winded up rubbing her body all over the grass as she was lathered with soap. Marvin put the soap bottle down and grabbed the hose. “Good enough.”

The boys each took turns to clean the soap off the dogs with the hose, and a bucket of water. Marvin picked up cups of water, and sumped it onto the dog to let it run off the body. Meanwhile Jamie was doing it the easier way with the hose against the dog’s fur. As soon as Jamie was finished, he passed the hose to Henrik.

“SCHEIßE!” Someone shouted.

Chase turned to look at the source of the sound. But he knew exactly who it was. It was kinda obvious…

It was Henrik...With his trunks down to his knees...and the dog holding onto them, pulling them aggressively…

HOLY SHIT it was the best thing Chase had seen all month! Angel was literally pulling Henrik’s shorts down in an attempt to play with him! And Henrik was basically naked right in front of them!

“Sie mich nicht an! Don’t look at me!” Henrik reacted, covering up his sensitive areas with his hand. His face was so red...he looked like a strawberry.

Jamie was the first to burst out laughing and actually snort in response. Chase bursted out laughing right after, followed by Jackie and Marvin. Everyone was laughing at Henrik while he got his swim trunks out of Angel’s mouth. “Trottel…” Henrik muttered. “Let go!” Henrik ordered. “Verschwinde!” Henrik spat.

Angel immediately listened to Henrik and let go of his trunks. With the boys still laughing at him, Henrik growled and pulled his swim trunks back up onto his bottom.

With that hilarious moment out of the way, Chase returned to cleaning the shampoo off of his chosen puppy. While a couple of the puppies proved to despise the water, Chase’s puppy seemed to like it! He was panting, running for the water, and trying to eat the water that came from the hose. Chase giggled at this and splashed a bit of water onto his face. This made the dog shove his face into the grass and rub his back all over the wet grass. Chase was laughing as he watched. But his laughter quickly turned to surprise the moment the dog jumped and tackled Chase onto his back with its wet body.

“Ahahahaw, come on man! So much for being dry…” Chase reacted.

“You’re a naughty little guy, aren’t ya?” Marvin teased Chase’s dog. “Yeah you are! Such a mischievous little nut!” Marvin teased.

The dog started barking and wagging his tail faster than the wind. He looked ready to sprint a marathon.

“What? You wanna run? Or jump around?” Marvin asked.

Suddenly, the dog pounced onto Marvin next and knocked him right down to the ground! “Ohoho man! You’re stronger than I thought!” Marvin reacted.

“He’s like a quarterback!” Jackie reacted.

Hey, that’s not a bad idea” Chase reacted. “There just might be a name idea for you!” Chase reacted. “Maybe Rebel? For Dublin Rebels?” He asked. “Or...” Chase added.

Jamie ran to Chase and fingerspelled a word for him:

‘B-L-I-T-Z’

Chase looked at the dog and smiled. “That’s perfect! Couldn’t have come up with anything better.”

Jamis smiled proudly.

“Blitz. His name is Blitz.” Chase decided.

Marvin smiled and knelt down to pet Chase’s dog. “Blitz...It suits him!” Marvin told him.

“Never heard of a dog being named something from football before!” Jackie reacted.

“Well, Air Bud is already taken.” Chase mentioned. “And I wasn’t gonna steal their name for the heck of it.” Chase added.

“True…” Jackie mentioned. “Alright! So we have Matilda, Angel, Marble and Blitz!” Jackie declared. “Well, kinda Marble...He’s off living with a new family.” Jackie added.

“Now: Let’s get these guys cut.” Marvin declared.

Boy oh boy, was that a process! Most of the boys only used scissors, while Henrik went for the full shaving to tackle all the hair. “If I shave it, I will not need cut it for a vhile.”

“But she’s gonna look ugly if you do that.” Chase warned. “You don’t want people cringing at your dog, do you?” Chase asked.

A couple seconds later, Henrik grabbed the scissors. “Zhey’re better anyvay.” Henrik told them.

“I wonder who told you that…” Chase muttered with a smirk on his face.

The dog hair that came off the dogs was overwhelming. Chase considered grabbing a vacuum cleaner to use on his clothes, while Jameson was fluffing his choice dog every 5 minutes to get all the hair out. Both cut and uncut hair would fly out of the dog’s coat and into his face.

“I wonder if paying for a groomer would be cheaper and less messy than cutting them ourselves.” Jackie asked.

“Cheaper? Nein. Less messy? Ja.” Henrik replied.

“I didn’t ask you.” Jackie told him. “I asked everyone but you, because we all know what your answer would’ve been.” Jackie explained.

“Youch…My feelings…” Henrik muttered.

Soon, the cutting was finished and the dogs were done. Jackie used a bag of treats to get the dogs to follow him, while Chase and Henrik gathered a majority of the dog hair with the vacuum cleaner. “Who knew we’d be vacuuming grass?” Chase mentioned.

“Not me.” Henrik replied.

“It’s not far off from a carpet, actually. It just breaks a little easier.” Chase admitted.

“Ja.” Henrik replied.

Chase smiled as the dawn looked cleaner. “All done!” Chase declared.

“Now to-” Henrik had turned around and stared with wide eyes at the new mess that had been made.

“Uuuugh...Jackie! Vhy?!” Henrik asked.

“Because they need it!” Jackie reacted.

It turns out that Jackie had taken the time to brush the dog's fur. This created a brand new gigantic pile of dog hair.

Henrik growled while Chase sighed. “I don’t even know if the vacuum can handle much more dog hair…” Chase muttered.

“Ve could make anozher dog vizh all zhis dog hair.” Henrik told him.

“Maybe even summon a new golden retriever with this much hair.” Chase joked.

“Ja, basically.” Henrik replied.

Henrik and Chase took the time to further clean up the lawn with the dog hair. “I wonder...does dog hair turn into a type of fertilizer? Or does it just turn to dead skin that looks like ash?” Chase asked.

“How about ve DON’T zhink of zhat?” Henrik suggested.

“What’s wrong Henrik? Don’t like the idea of dust mites taking over the lawn?” Chase teased.

“Nein! Nein nein nein! Deesgusting!” Henrik reacted.

“Awww, the poor doctor is a germaphobe! He’d better watch out! Cause there’s one evil germ he CAN’T wash off with water~” Chase teased.

“Vell, zhere’s technically-” Henrik’s words were quickly interrupted by a squeal of his own. Chase had squeezed his sides, causing Henrik’s knees to buckle. “VAHAHAIT! NEIN! NOT KITZELN! NAAAH!”

Chase sat right down onto Henrik’s hips and skittered his fingers all over Henrik’s belly. “kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Chase said in almost perfect german.

Henrik shrieked at that and giggled like a little toddler. Chase’s german voice sounded a little too much like his Dad’s teases from when he was a kid. “bihihihitte hör ahahauf damihihihit aaaHAHAHAHAHA!” Henrik’s laughter doubled in severity the moment his armpits were attacked.

“Oooooh! Ticklish in the pitsies, huh?” Chase teased.

“NIHIHICHE MEINE FÜHÜHÜHÜßE!” Henrik begged. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ES KITZELT SO SEHEHEHEHR!” Henrik laughed.

“Damn! I can’t even understand you right now! All I know in German are the words ‘Nein’, ‘Ja’, ‘halt’, and now ‘kitzelt’!” Chase reacted. “And those all mean ‘No’, ‘Ya’, ‘Stop’, and ‘Tickle’!” Chase reacted.

“Teheheheuflisch! TEUFLIHIHISCH!” Henrik yelled back.

“I wonder what that means...Maybe ‘bastard’? Or ‘enough’?” Chase asked.

“IHIHIT MEHEHEANS EHEHEVIHIL, YOHOHOU IHIHIDIOHOHOT!” Henrik yelled back.

“Ooooh! You called me evil in German?! How dare you!” Chase reacted.

“Evil?! Well if THAT’S the case:” Jackie got into his superhero costume in a snap, and quickly started tickling Chase.

“Wait WHAHAHAHAT?! OHOHO NOHOHOHO!” Chase laughed.

“Jackieboy Man to the rescue!” Jackie declared.

Marvin ran to Blitz and put a treat into Chase’s pocket. “Hey blitz! Sick ‘em!” Marvin encouraged.

Blitz jumped at Chase and tackled the man down to the ground. “OHOHOHOW! Ohoho geheheez! OHOHO NOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase bursted out laughing as Blitz started digging his snout into Chase’s hip. “BLIHIHITZ OHOHOFF!” Chase tried to tell him.

But the dog didn’t listen and just kept tickling as he dug for the treat. The dog made borking noises and dug its paws in to get the treat as well. But it was proving to be harder than he expected to get it out.

“HEHEHENRIHIHIK HEHEHELP!” Chase begged.

“Naaaaah! You’re fiiiiine! You’re getting zhe kitzeln! Kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Henrik teased. “Ist Rache nicht süß?” Henrik joked.

“YOHOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHAHARD!” Chase yelled as he shoved his face into the grass. “IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”

“Entschuldigung, my irisch friend. I don’t quite understand you very vell.” Henrik complained teasingly. “Vhat does ‘tickle’ mean again?” Henrik joked.

“SHUHUT UHUHUP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase laughed and squealed.

“Rude! So rude!” Henrik reacted. Henrik walked up to the dog, and removed the treat from Chase’s pocket for him. “Zhere you go Blitz.” Henrik replied. “Poor Blitz, being deprived of zhe treats. Especially for being a good boy!” Henrik said in a baby voice. “Good doggy! Zhat’s a good doggy!” Henrik started petting Blitz more and fluffing his fur around.

The dog woofed proudly and tackled Henrik to the ground to give him endless licks on the chin. Henrik giggled at the ticklish kisses and took them. “Zhahahank yohohou Blihihitz!” Henrik said to him.

The dog did one last bark of a reply before licking his face again.

Chase smiled as he watched. Perhaps the crazy grooming idea was worth the precious time with the puppies.

Soon, the boys decided as a collective to call a groomer for their dogs’ next haircuts.

#7fluffyballsofjoy #7 #ticklefic #dog grooming #hard work #ler!blitz #switch!chase #switch!henrik #ler!jackie

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sunshineharrry · 4 years

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All Better

in which your son says some naughty words and dad!Harry is a the best dad

“This is fucking bullshit,” you hear your fifteen year-old mutter and you practically yelp from across the kitchen.

“What did you just say!” You squeak. You’ve got a baby bouncing on your chest and a seven and eleven-year-old at the bar watching between you carefully, the older of the two with her jaw dropped. Harry is at the kitchen table with the twins who are too far engrossed in the cartoon on the tv to hear your son’s profanity, but you both seem to have caught it.

Your son, Jack, freezes up, obviously not expecting you to have heard him. He turns around, facing his parents.

“Excuse me?” Harry snaps, his stern voice causing the two children at the bar to snap their heads in their father’s direction.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” your eldest stammers. “It slipped.”

“You’re about to be grounded for two weeks,” You snap. His brow wrinkles and his lip snares, just like his father’s does when he’s angry.

“It’s just not very fair that—“

“Life’s not fair, mate, and I’d watch the way you talk to your mum if I was you,” Harry cuts him off. Jack gapes at Harry, looking at him like he’s got two heads. Harry hardly ever has to use his stern voice with your eldest, they’re more like lads than anything. “go to your room.”

“Are you serious, dad?” He gapes.

“Yes, I’m bloody serious! Go!” Harry’s yelling now and the baby lets out a wail at her daddy’s outburst.

“Jesus Christ,” Jack mutters, stomping out of the kitchen and up to his bedroom, but not before getting the last word in with, “This family is such a joke!”

Harry glares after him as he leaves and his nostrils flare when he hears your son slam his bedroom door. If not for the two toddlers on his lap you think he would have chased after him.

The kitchen is filled with an awkward tension between the two girls sitting at the counter finishing their breakfast and you and Harry, but you busy yourself with trying to calm the baby.

“Sorry, girls,” Harry says after a moment. “Didn’t mean to yell.”

“S’alright, Daddy,” the seven-year-old, Allie, says. “He said naughty words.”

“Yes, and we don’t say naughty words, ‘specially to our Mumma,” Harry nods. “He’ll have to apologize to her.”

“Harry,” you say, handing the baby off to Laney, the eleven-year-old. “Could I speak to you in our room?”

Harry settles the almost four-year-olds onto the table bench and follows you down the hall to your bedroom. He doesn’t notice the tears in your eyes til he’s shut the door behind himself.

“Baby,” he frowns, reaching out to cup your face. “Don’t take it personally. He’s just a teenager. Teenagers can be wankers!”

“He’s usually so sweet, though! Maybe I was being unreasonable. Maybe we should push back his curfew thirty minutes, so he’ll be on time.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Harry shakes his head. “We can’t reward him for being late. He was an hour late and he didn’t call. He knows the rules, he broke them, and he knew there would be consequences.”

“He’s fifteen, though, he’s just a kid—“

“Kids have to follow the rules their mums and dads set, baby. We have six of ‘em, you should know that,” Harry teases, but he’s not bending on this, you can tell.

“He cursed at me,” You huff, your bottom lip trembling. “What happened to my sweet baby boy?”

Harry sighs and pulls you into his chest, petting your hair down with one of his hands.

“I know he upset you,” Harry says. “I bet he’s upstairs regretting it already. Even good kids slip up sometimes, but we’ve still got to punish him, alright? Or he’ll turn really rotten.”

You nod against his chest. He’s saying things you know. They’re things you’ve had to stress to him over the years. Harry is not great at enforcing rules and punishment upon children under the age of thirteen, it seems.

“Lemme go talk to him first, alright? I’ve got to apologize for shouting at him, anyways.”

You nod against Harry’s shirt and he presses a kiss to your head. When you exit the room, you head back to the kitchen to clean up breakfast and harry heads upstairs.

Harry knocks twice on the door before opening it. Your son is in his rolling chair, sat facing away from his desk typing away at his phone, no doubt texting about how awful his life is to his mates. He swings around to face Harry, his face hard and angry. He looks so much like Harry’s younger self that it’s scary, but all Harry can see is his wife’s attitude seeping out of him and her bottom lip jutted out.

“Jack,” Harry says, stepping to his room and shutting the door behind him. He sits down on the bed and jack is swung to face him. “Let’s have a chat.”

“Is it going to be a chat or are you just going to shout at me?”

“When have I ever just sat her and shouted at you?” Harry snaps. Jack shrugs in response, looking close to uninterested, and Harry really did not come in here to shout, but his son may drive him to it.

“You’re at fault here,” harry frowns. “You missed curfew, pal. When you miss curfew on Friday you don’t get to go out on Saturday. You knew the rule and you broke it.”

“It was an accident,” he defends, sitting forward. “I said it won’t happen again.”

“I’m sure it won’t next weekend when you can go out again.”

“That’s so stupid!

“You’re acting awful,” Harry states. “You were mean to your mum, argued with her, cursed at her, made her cry. She’s downstairs rethinking her parenting style and wondering if she’s capable of raising six kids because you called her family a joke.”

For the first time since Harry’s come upstairs, his son’s anger cracks. He bites his lip and sits back, eyes looking a tad guilty.

“Mum cried?”

Harry nods.

“Look, I get it if you have some teenage rage, or whatever. Hormones. But you won’t be mean to your mum. I won’t put up with it,” he says. “We discipline you because we love you, even if you don’t agree. Your curfew is reasonable, probably later than other kids your age. Your mum sits up for you to come home every time. When you’re an hour late, can you even imagine the scenarios she has playing in her head?”

“I-I didn’t think of it that way,” he stammers, starting to look sheepish. “I didn’t mean to upset her, really. I was speaking without thinking and being a dick.”

“I know,” harry agrees. “You’re a kid. Kids do stupid stuff. That’s why you have parents to correct your stupid behavior so that you don’t turn out to be a criminal.”

Jack cracks a smile at that.

“Sorry, dad,” he says sincerely. “For talking back and for being rude and for missing curfew.”

“S’alright, buddy, but I’m not who you ought to be apologizin’ to. She’s downstairs, probably researching books on how to parent because she thinks she’s failed you. Care to go ease her mind?”

When they climb down the stairs, Harry’s arm slung over his boy’s shoulders, they find the girls in the living room watching a movie with the two little twins tucked between them. It’s started to rain outside, but you’re sitting on the covered back porch on the sofa with the baby. She’s just finished her bottle and passed out on your chest. Harry is right, you’re scrolling through books on amazon about raising teenagers when they find you.

“Hi, angels,” Harry greets, stepping in front of you and reaching for the baby. “Let me go put this one down for her nap and you two talk.”

You hand her off to your husband and watch as your son takes a seat next to you on the sofa.

“Hi, mum,” he says softly. “Wanted to apologize for earlier and last night.”

You feel tears nip at your eyes and you let a corner of your mouth rise, nodding at him to continue.

“I was a real wanker. I should’ve been paying more attention to the time and I should’ve called when I realized how late I was. I shouldn’t have argued about the punishment and I really shouldn’t have cursed at you in the kitchen. Also, our family is not a joke. It can be a bit much, but it’s a good family. You’re a good mum, and I’m really sorry for upsetting you.”

The tears that formed throughout his rambling start to fall and he really looks sorry then.

“Oh, no, mum, don’t cry!” He says, leaning across the sofa and wrapping his arms around you. He’s just like Harry, you think, and almost laugh as he tucks you right into his chest and neck. He grew taller than you years ago, but it still makes your heart hurt that he’s so grown.

“‘M really sorry, mum,” he mumbles again, and you squeeze him back tight.

“S’alright, baby,” you sigh pulling back from his hug and kissing him right on the forehead. “Thank you for apologizing. It’s okay.”

“Okay, good. Love you, mum.”

“Love you more, Jacky.”

Harry opens the back door right about then.

“All better?” He asks, smiling down at you two. You wonder all the time how you got so lucky marrying that man fifteen years ago.

“All better,” you agree.

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HI I’m trying to make myself express my creativity in quarantine and I’ve been dying to write again forever. This feels SO GOOD to finish and post even if it’s just a little fluff piece. I have like 100 unfinished ideas in my google docs, might just start trying to turn them into real projects. If you liked this please let me know!!!! xoxo AB

#harry styles #blurb #writing #harry writing #harry styles writing #fanfic #harry styles fanfiction

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secret-engima · 4 years

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In your TttW-verse, things go... very much not according to Bahamut‘s Plan, so... My ask would be: What are Noctis and Co like in this Verse? How different would especially Noctis be, what with being the son of two Galahdian Vitae (who also part-time as King and Queen of Lucis).

Hmmm, mostly in character? But just- wilder and more Galahdian.

-Noctis is actually taken on by Ardyn as an apprentice of sorts because Fellow Chosen, adores his Gruncle to no end. Very snarky and warptastic, does not run into the marilith so is actually VERY active and outdoorsy but also very catlike in that he will totally flop over and nap if sitting down in a sunny warm spot for more than 10 seconds.

-Still loves fishing.

-Is the Warp bby of the group. Has been warping since he was 2-3 and would rather warp over to the out of reach tv remote and knock everything over than use the legs evolution gave him and walk five steps over to it.

-Can, will, and has thrown hands with nobles he doesn’t like because this boy is 1000% his mother’s son.

-Challenged for the Trial at 14 like his Uncle Cor. When everyone said “no, you have to wait” this boy pouted for all of two hours before convincing Gladio to help him take the Trial early by hiking out into the Jungle with him.

-That lasted less than a day before the Pride itself dragged him and Gladio back home like naughty kittens because They Know that Noct is too young and Gladio has already passed his Trial and they Are Not Supposed To Be Out Here Yet.

-Prompto is adopted straight up by Cor after he busts bby Prom out of the Nif lab. While all Galahd gears up to Wipe Niflheim Off the Face of the Earth (because of that Law I mentioned in another HC about all the Clans turning on people who murder kids, this goes even further than Kinslayer LCs and they WON’T stand for it) Cor brings home bby Prompto and it just- “Mine. My bby now.”

-Consider Galahd’s culture norms nobody bat an eye on Cor adopting the bby Prom. They just want to know who gets first dibs on babysitting.

-Prompto grows up WAY more confident in himself. Still Sunshine Boi, still scared of the dark/enclosed spaces/heights but is 100% more down for the wilderness and Thrives under Galahd teachings.

-Assuming Cor is married by this point, that means Prom grows up with 2 moms. 1 is Cor’s wife. The other is his Coeurl. It is really no surprise that Prompto figure out how to purr at like- age 5.

-Still loves his camera. Gets along with the Canere Clan kids like a house on fire.

-Magic given to him at age 2 by Cor’s wife with the assumption that someday she will retract it and Noctis will give it instead. Stealth bby. Prompto once managed to somehow disappear for 5 hours, driving Cor, his wife, the Coeurl, and everyone in a two mile radius UTTERLY INSANE until the Coeurl finally tracked him down ... in his crib. Where he’d been. For the last five hours. Three of those hours have been spent peacefully napping after he fell asleep in the middle of playing hide and seek with his dad (that he did not tell Cor about ahead of time because Toddler Brain)

-Has known Noct since they were tiny bbys and consider each other literal siblings (picture teeny 5-ish yr old Noct and Prom clumsily trying to braid sibling braids into each other’s hair and not managing it because TINY CHILDREN while Regis and Cor both quietly die from cuteness in the corner).

-Gladio. Clarus didn’t ... MEAN for his kid to grow up Very Feral it just kinda happened because Galahdians and Cor. This guy gets along WAYYYY too well with the Bellum kids for Clarus’s sanity but he’s also doggedly loyal and thriving in the outdoor jungle environment so....

-Juno is surprisingly Chill with having her kids be brainwashed by Galahdians. Even if she herself is only peripherally part of the culture via Exposure. Then again she gets along SPLENDIDLY with Cor’s wife and Aulea so...

-Met Noct when Noct was born and, in true Amicitia and Bellum fashion, went- MINE and actually tried to Throw Hands with the nurses because YOU AREN’T CLAN, GET AWAY FROM MY BBY BROTHER. All of the nurses who WERE in fact Ostium thank you just patted his head and went about their tasks with a three year old chasing them around screeching.

-This Gladio never criticized Noctis as spoiled, he IS the one who spoils Noct. He is determined to be the Best Big Bro Ever and the impulse only gets worse when Prompto and then later Iris arrive.

-Gladio is not born with magic but he is given it by Noct when Noct is like- 7. Gladio immediately becomes a Shield bby. He can and will spam shield spells for any reason, any time. Noctis uses Gladio’s shields as a slide. Prom likes mushing his face against them for the tingly feeling.

-Ignis is the group Ostium, but also the group Sane Man. Was inducted the latest into Galahd culture at age ... 10-ish when it became clear that Noct, Prom, and Gladio all Needed A Handler and there were not Ostium children currently available for the job.

-Thinks they are all Nuts. And will think that to the day he dies.

-But he’s right there with them so he guess’s he’s nuts too.

-Actually was the Problem Relationship rather than Gladio in this Au because he was trying to be Proper Servant Of the Prince and Noct kept trying to treat him like Clan and Sibling. Ignis thought Noctis was reckless and spoiled and wild and Noctis thought Ignis needed surgery to get the stick out of his butt.

-Then Noct when on an Adventure without Prom and Gladio for whatever reason and met a Scary Beast and Ignis came hurtling out of the brush, glasses askew and screeching like a banshee. Successfully scared off the beastie with Sheer Spite and Desperation. Noctis spent the trip back crying into Ignis’s shoulder and bonding magically to him. Ignis made it all the way back to the frantic village before bursting into tears as well.

-Loves cooking. Loves learning Galahd dishes. Its the first thing he actually likes about this jungle place he got dragged off to. Also promising Noctis food is basically his go-to method to get this Warptastic child to SIT DOWN FOR FIFTEEN SECONDS and do his homework or whatever.

-Ostium take one look at this frazzled, exasperated child and went “Ohhhh so THIS is what the Ulrics feel like when finding a new LC stray. This is our child now. Ostium soul in the wrong bloodline. We shall fix that with a controlled shock adoption.”

-Ignis has no idea why he needs to be adopted by the Ostium but the King is saying to go with it so okay.

-Being adopted by the Ostium proves instantly worth it because they have INSIDER TIPS on handling Warptastic morons and they have healing techniques they are willing to share even if he doesn’t have Oracle magic.

-Still does his best to convince Noct to Not Throw Hands with the nobles all the time.

-Gets into a lot of fights with Gladio over Throwing Hands on Noct’s Behalf.

-Thinks Prom is the perfect child until Prom accidentally Stealths into the kitchen and gives Ignis a heart attack. Then Prom is the Sneaky Child.

-Ends up the Elemency bby of the group. Can and will Set Everything On Fire when pushed far enough.

-Probably ends up Bewildered and Courted at age 18 by a spitfire Altius girl (Crowe maybe?) because all the Clans think Ignis is Amazing™ for handling the Chocobros as well as he does.

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Thrown to Wolves verse #this was fun #chocobros

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Sitters 4 hire (Yu-gi-oh)

The sun was just setting in domino city and Yugi Muto, King of games, was all along at the turtle game shop. His grandfather had gone off on a senior's cruise since the shop had come into some money as of later (being the official shop of the king of games DID have it's PR perks) And Joey and Tristen had gone camping for the week. They had of coursed offered to let Yugi come along but since the last time he'd gone with them he'd been chased by a bear, sprayed by a skunk and had gotten a rash on his butt from squatting among poison ivy, he turned them down. Mai was working on the cruise, and Duke was taking advantage of the fact Tristen was out of town to try and woe Serenity. even Anzu was MIA in a way, she had a big competition coming up and was putting in extra hours at the studio and the gym to make sure she was at her best. Now Yugi while disappointed not to have any of his friends to hang out with during the day (since it was summer break) He was maybe slightly OK with them not being around as he'd been making use of a certain service in town. It wasn't the kinda of service that some of the more lewd type might of made use of though. Frankly, if any of his friends ever found out what he was doing the little king of games would die of embarrassment. For it was a babysitting service that he'd been making use of, after working out a deal with the nice ladies who ran it. Because Yugi Muto, the king of games, was a diaper wearing little.

Hina was a 25 year old black haired bombshell, and she was the one who ran the service (Sitters 4 hire) and had met with Yugi when he'd first tried to set up a semi deal during spring break. He'd been adorable with how blushy he got and the stammer that started up, but she'd had to go though everything he was expecting, and of course to make sure he knew there would be no naughtiness so to speak. They had met at the headquarters for sitter's inc, a surprisingly boom business that employed 48 sitters currently. the way the service worked was that they could train you or you could come in and just take a test to prove you could handle the job, then you were free to freelance though most jobs in the city now came though them, and they would select the babysitter who best suited what the parents wanted for a job. She and Yugi had been in her office, giving the poor guy some privacy though lord knows he wasn't the first little guy who had asked for this sorta thing. "So, If I understand you right.. you wish to be treated like a toddler, but one who still needs his big bulky diapers and prefers baby bottles over sippy cups. correct?" She asked. "I..uh..Yes." Yugi said, squirming big time. "and any attempts at potty training?" She asked, typing away n her computer. "N-No." "and will you just be going tinkle, or boom boom as well?" She asked, smirking as Yugi blushed big time and looked like he wanted to curl up in a ball. "I..Using my diaper for everything." Yugi finally managed to say. "Alright. and you understand that this is NOT a sexual service, so any sort of hanky panky you might expect, not happening, though if you wish to er.. you know..yourself.. we ask you wait till our sitter leaves." "U-Understood!" Yugi squeaked out. "alrighty then Little Yugi. I think we can give you all the TLC you need. one last thing though, do you prefer a Male sitter or a female one? and of course. you can count on us to keep it under wraps the bigggg tough King of games is just a widdle guy." Hina giggled and winked at Yugi. "G-Girls only please."

And with that Yugi was a client, though getting the freedom to use the service had proven trickier then he thought. Gramps would sleep though almost anything but it was more Joey's annoying habit of showing up unannounced. add in Anzu having called once while he was using it and feeling reallly weird talking to his sorta maybe kinda girlfriend while he was in the middle of a diaper change and well.. He'd only made use of the service three times and outside of distractions like Joey and Anzu, or gramps snoring, he'd been in love with it. Dialing the special services number he'd been given Yugi shifted from foot to foot, looking at his stash of little guy supplies he had out on his bed. it was a male voice who answered, and Yugi almost hung up the phone right then and there, But he had gone SO long being a stupid big boy that he swallowed the urge. "Sitters 4 hire, special service line, how may I help you?" Came the amused voice over the line. "I..Uh..See.." Yugi squeaked. "Take your time little guy." "T-This is Uh.. Account number 45 I.. I um.. have a pre-paid account and er-" Yugi said, closing his eyes. god, this was ALWAYS the hardest part! "Oh Little Yugi~ I see. Is our widdle guy in need of a babysitter again?" if Yugi had been blushing bad before, hearing his name used took it to the next level. "Y-Yes please." "Alrighty little guy. do you wanna set a bed time or leave it up for the babysitter?" Yugi looked at the clock, it was just just going on 7:30 pm. "H-How soon can you er..have a sitter..over here?" Yugi asked. "Hmm..Oh! I have some one right in your area at the moment, and she's cleared for working with cuties like you. I can have her there in 5-10 minutes tops." "T-Then um.,. a 9 pm sharp bed time please and thank you." Yugi said. "Of course little guy. I should warn you though, our girl I'm sending over can be somewhat strict, so a certain little guy better have his huggies on." Teased the operator. "I..I will." "Good boy~ Have fun little guy, and thank you for using Sitters 4 hire."

Rebecca Hawkins had just finished putting a cute little 23 year old sissy baby down to ed for the night, and was in the parking lot of the apartment building the Lil sissy lived in when she got a text from work. Of course she didn't actually need the money she was making doing this job, but well, she enjoyed the power rush she got since she was a strictly special services only sitter. Add into it that as a rule of thumb most of the teen and adult babies she looked after tended to be wayyy more well behaved then actual babies and toddlers and she was in heaven. She had been planning on calling it a day, and honestly could of turned down the job, but once she saw the address her interest peaked. 'No way..my darling Yugi is a..' She thought and a BIG grin filled her face. If she was being honest, the young genius had mostly gotten into the doming little babies scene after meeting Yugi..there was just something about the little guy that screamed 'DIAPER ME!' and now, she knew why. She accepted the job and got the info folder, sent to her, which confirmed it WAS Yugi and he was just a big toddler, and she felt herself almost melting as she gushed over how cute and awesome this was gonna be.

Yugi had been a good boy like he was told to be and was now was dressed in one of his dark magician diapers, which was bulky enough to give the boy a waddle to his step.he hadn't just left it at that though, and as such was in a pair of purple socks that had the dark magician girl on the sides, doing her trademark pose. Moving up from there He was sporting a purple (if you couldn't tell it was the little guys favorite color) diaper shirt, with the diaper itself peeking out around the leg holes. and of course the shirt had a picture of the little guys most favorite monster, The dark magician on it. He'd been setting up a little area in the living room for him and his sitter to play, a nice soft baby blanket on the floor and some plushie and rattles. and of course he had a couple of bottle of milk chilling in the fridge (he wasn't that fond of juice when toddler mode, go figure) and jumped a little when the doorbell rang. Waddling his way over to the door he took a deep breath and opened it, then turned crimson as Rebecca was standing there smirking. "R-R-Re-" He stammered, trying desperately to think of a excuse, never once connecting the slight possibly that THIS was his sitter. "Hiii little guy. Somebody was a good widdle boy and got dressed for me I see~" She said, winking and giving him a head pat. Yugi just stood there, jaw dropping as she strolled past him into the room.

Rebecca was chuckling to herself, the look on Yugi's face really had been just too cute. She took in his set up and nodded in approval before turning to look at him, he was STILL by the door, and seemed frozen. "Little Yugi, unless you want the whole block to see you in all your big baby glory, you might wanna shut the door." She teased. Yugi yelped and nodded, slamming the door fast and waddled over to her. "Now I know this might be a little be weird for you, since we know each other and all, but I promise that I won't tell anyone about what a widdle diaper boy you are~" Rebecca promised, and then gave Yugi's bum a few pats. the effect was instant and adorable, as the little guy spread his legs and she almost swore his eyes glazed over. "now then, since we have a little while before somebody needs to go night night, does widdle Yugi wanna play with his toys and watch some cartoons?" She asked. Yugi dumbly nodded his head and waddled over to the blanket, plopping down and picking up a stuffie of the dark magician and cuddling it to his chest. '..He's really pushing the no pictures rule.' She thought with a sweat drop, then moved over to the couch to turn on the TV for the little guy.

After the intonation humiliation worn off, Yugi had to admit it was kinda fun having someone who knew him so well babysitting him. She knew to put it on little dueler's for him, and even sat down on the blanket with him after a bit, playing as the Dark magician girl and acting out the plot, with them fighting a Summoned skull who just really needed hugs. He got so into it he actually forgot he was wearing his diapies till she paused the game to stick a finger in the leg band of his onesie and diaper. "oh wow! still dry! is this a new record for you?" She asked and winked. Yugi blushed bad at that, but also nodded his head, though he could feel a bit of a need building up. only problem was it was a backdoor need so to speak and he wasn't sure he wanted to do THAT in front of her. "well, it's almost time for beddy byes, I think I'll feed you a nice big ba-ba first though so you can make a bigggg wet diapie for auntie Rebecca to change before she leaves." She giggled. "T-There's ba-ba's ready in the fridge auntie." Yugi said, and squirmed like crazy as she got up and kissed his forehead. "Good boy!"

Rebecca wasn't stupid, and had noticed Yugi squirming as well as heard the tummy gurgles. Maybe he thought he was being all sly and she could see why he might be embarrassed to make presents for her, but as a responsible baby sitter she couldn't let her charge hold it in and get a owie tummy, or worse, unleash it after she had left. Truthfully changing dirty diapers wasn't one of the highlights of her job, and normally with her usual client list she could get away with leaving them smelly. It again helped most of them where naughty little guys who wanted a lot of teasing and shaming. But with Yugi, he was clearly just a big baby, and she willing to put in some free overtime if that's what it took. Selecting a bottle of milk from the fridge, she popped it in the microwave to warm it up, then turned to watch Yugi who was on his knees now. he had the DM stuffie launching wooden building block at a stuffie of the blue eyes even as he was squirming and wiggling about, clearly a toddler who had to go potty. 'I wonder if he's gonna fess up?' She thought, though as the microwave beeped a loud poot escaped Yugi's bottom. getting the ba-ba out and teasing it on her wrist, she wasn't surprised to see Yugi hiding his face in his stuffie as she came back over. "heh, relax Yugi. everyone farts." She said and got on the couch, then patted her lap. "I..uh..I..Otay." Yugi squeaked and crawled over, getting set in her lap and closing his eyes as she guided the nipple of the ba-ba into his mouth. "Drink up so you can grow up to be big and strong~" She coo'ed.

Yugi's tummy was churning big time and he knew any second now he was going to lose the battle and fudge his huggies. it wasn't even a question of making it to the potty anymore, he doubted he'd be able to move much without losing the battle. his only goal at THIS point was to hold it in till the session ended and Rebecca left, not knowing that she had already planned to stay and see it though. the warm milk tasted so good though, and was having it's normal effect of making him super sleepy. It was while all sleepy that he decided letting out a bit of pressure couldn't hurt and went to let out a small fart or two. Rebecca had already said everyone farts right? the small small turned into one big one, with three others following and Yugi's eyes flew open as he realized he'd released the flood gates so to speak. a super gross sounding fart, though muffled by the padding and outfit and Rebecca's poor lap, filled the room and then it was game over. the back of the diaper filled up rapidly as his tiny bladder soaked the front and Yugi was a dark crimson as he looked up at Rebecca who just wrinkled her nose a little, ut smiled and kept the bottle in place. "whew, Smells like somebody really wanted to make a super big present for me!" Yugi, mouth filled with a rubber nipple and diaper full of waste, did a bare nod.

One thing Rebecca hadn't counted on when trying to get Yugi to go uh-oh, was just how TOXIC the little guy was going to be. he was by far the biggest stinker and she made a mental note to hook him up with some pills to cut down on the smell. Still the little guy was clearly mortified he'd lost control, which was funny since he'd likely of been delighted to make presents. her lap was slightly burning from the heat and force of which Yugi had unleashed his uh-oh, and the smell again, was burning her nose. Still, she let him finish his ba-ba before standing him up and smirked as his diaper drooped big time. "oh my, when was the last time widdle Yugi had a poopie?" She asked, and patted his mush tush and cupped the butt. "A-Ah! I..I uh..Fhree day ago." Yugi lisped. "well I think somebody needs a auntie to come by and help keep him regular, don't you?" "I..uh..I dis dun have 'nuff on me's account ta-" Yugi started to say and Rebecca smirked. "Don't worry, I'll work off the clock. though I'll have to keep my freebies to a minimum so we don't get in trouble." he said and winked. She tugged the diaper boy towards his room, gushing at how he had to cowboy walk and spotted his changing pad, with wipes and everything ready to go. "After auntie gets you in a clean diapie, it's bed time little man. I hope you had fun." She said, and guiding him over, kissed his cheek before gently setting him down on the mat. "I..I did. Fank's auntie Rebecca." Yugi coo'ed and popped his paci in his mouth. "You're VERY welcome Yugi." She coo'ed back and then started to open the diaper. 'Maybe I'll get lucky and it won't be so.. bad.. Oh god!' Tears filled the blond's eyes, not out of sadness or fear, but just the smell was making her eyes water. Yeah, Having Yugi as her new little guy was going to be fun and all, but Rebecca was totally gonna have to have him go more often to avoid the nightmare before her. Still it would be a labor of love, and she couldn't see ANZU being willing to do this. 'heh, all that time trying to show her up, and all I needed to do was wipe his butt.' Rebecca thought, though she wondered if maybe the boys fumes were making her lightheaded. Yugi for his part drifted off to sleep 30 or 40 seconds after she started, which didn't make the change any easier. "Kiddo..your lucky your cute." She muttered under her breath. with Yugi changed and redressed, she tucked him into his bed, which had a toddler rail and gave him one last kiss goodnight, before taking off.

The end

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Its springtime and you know what that means! Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing, love is in the air, and Donald is up to some toddler shenanigans.

Scrooge stretched out on his lawn chair with a satisfied sigh. After a long, cold winter, the first day of spring was finally here, and everyone was taking advantage of the warm weather. Duckworth was hard at work in the garden, coaxing new shoots from the loam underneath him. His usual white gloves had been replaced with gardening gloves and he had even untucked his tail from his trousers—a rare occurrence indeed. Bobbing around the garden was Donald’s little bonneted head. The tyke was using his newly acquired walking skills to chase various critters around the yard. The creatures were too fast for him and his bumbling, uncertain steps, but the baby didn’t seem to mind. He kept at it with a singular purpose. The yard was alive with energy. Birds were all a-twitter, singing their love songs for hopeful mates. Squirrels busied themselves hunting around for food. Bees were buzzing about their hives and pollinating flowers.

Scrooge, however, was simply content to lie there and sun himself. After a winter locked up inside, doing paperwork and holding business meetings, it felt good to just sit in the sun and soak up the scene in front of him. His relaxation was put on hold briefly as little hands jostled him, desperate to get his attention. Peering over the side of his chair, he saw wee Donald excitedly bouncing up and down as he waited for his uncle to notice him.

“Hello there, sweetheart.” Scrooge shaded his eyes from the sun, squinting against the glare. “Got something for me?”

A bundle of mangled weeds, clumps of dirt still dangling from their roots, were clasped tightly in Donald’s pudgy hand. He pushed them into Scrooge’s with clumsy, uncalculated force. “Flowers,” was all he had to say.

Scrooge sniffed his wild bouquet were a dozen roses. They smelled of grass and dirt. “They smell wonderful. Thank you darling. I’ll keep them tucked in my lapel.”

Donald beamed up at him. “’Nother present for Unca!”

“What’s that, Donnie?”

“Eyes closed!” Donald demanded.

Doing as he was told, Scrooge held out his open hand. Sight or no sight, he was never sure what to expect from his mischievous duckling. He didn’t need his eyes to feel that the slimy mass Donald had plopped into his open hand was wriggling. His eyes shot open and Scrooge suppressed the urge to jerk his hand away and send the mass of worms flying. A shudder racked its way down his spine. Beads of sweat formed on his brow.

“T-thank you!” The tangle of worms in his palm writhed. “I-I love it!”

“Snack!”

“What?”

Donald pantomimed eating the worms, rubbing his stomach in big exaggerated circles. “Yum!”

“No!” Scrooge’s stomach flopped at the thought of throwing live worms into his open maw. “Absolutely not! We do not eat worms!”

Donald’s face dropped. His beak began to tremble. Scrooge knew all too well the tells of a toddler about to bawl.

“Ok! Look! Unca is going to eat them!” The worm squirmed as Scrooge held it aloft. In a way he hoped was convincing, Scrooge pretended to eat the poor critter. He dropped it behind his head Luckily, it wasn’t hard to trick a toddler, and Donald clapped happily as Scrooge partook of his pretend meal. “Mmm! Delicious!”

“Gonna get more!” Satisfied, Donald ran back to the garden.

Free from incriminating eyes, Scrooge unceremoniously dumped the worms on the grass. He wiped his hand frantically on his coat wiping his hand frantically on his coat.

“Hey!” Benedict snapped his head up, pointing his trowel directly at Scrooge. “Worms are good for the garden. Unless you want trouble, I’d strongly suggest you pick those gentlemen back up and deposit them next to the petunias, Scrooge.”

Scrooge sighed wearily. It was useless trying to argue. Benedict took gardening awfully seriously. He fished his handkerchief from his pocket and bent down to start picking up the worms.

Meanwhile, Donald had waddled over to Benedict’s side to see what all the hubbub was about. “Ducky!” Donald stood on his tippy toes to softly stroke Benedict’s head.

Benedict smiled warmly at the touch. “Hello dear.” Placing the trowel down, Benedict removed his gloves. “Come to join me in the garden?”

“Yah. Garden!” Donald bent to pick up the trowel his Ducky had just put down.

Benedict eased the tool from the toddler’s hands, directing his attention elsewhere. “Admire the flowers with me, poppet.”

Distracted, Donald let go of the trowel and grabbed roughly at the flower instead.

Benedict carefully pulled the tender petals from the toddler’s crushing grasp. “Softly now.” He warned. “Flowers are fragile.” Benedict took Donald’s hand in his own, guiding it to stroke the velvety petals.

“Soft.” Donald whispered.

“Indeed. But that’s not all. Give it a sniff.”

Benedict brought the flower to Donald’s bill so he could smell the flower. Donald inhaled. “Smell goo’.”

“Pretty isn’t it?”

“Pwetty.” Donald echoed.

Turning towards his Puppa, Donald placed a chubby hand on Benedict’s face. “Pwetty Ducky.”

Benedict blinked at the little hand on his face. “Me? I’m pretty?”

“Ya.” Donald patted Benedict’s face. “Flower pwetty. Ducky pwetty.”

“Well, aren’t you the charmer.” Benedict chuckled as he planted a kiss on Donald’s head. “Thank you, poppet.”

A stocky, squat figure momentarily blocked out the sun, casting a shadow over the garden.

“So you get compliments while I get worms.” Scrooge held his handkerchief at arm’s length, pinched between two fingers like a dirty nappy. The worms wriggled inside the cloth.

Duckworth smirked. “The boy has impeccable taste.” He graciously took the bundle of worms and freed them from their cloth prison. The worms burrowed into the dirt.

Scrooge scoffed and shoved Benedict’s shoulder playfully.

Pointing one pudgy finger accusatorially at his uncle, Donald yelled. “No hitting!” He looked very cross. “Bad Unca! No hit!”

Duckworth laughed. “Very good, poppet! Unca is being naughty. He deserves a time out. A sentence of sixty years with no baby kisses seems appropriate.”

Scrooge gasped. “That’s too harsh! I think that qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment.”

“No kissy?” Donald’s face fell. His face contorted and his bill started to waver.

Benedict and Scrooge shared a panicked look with one another. It was too late, however, to rectify the situation. A warbling cry pierced the air, causing all sentient life with eardrums to head for cover. Even the worms underneath the earth, stone-deaf as they were, winced as the vibrations reached them.

“Duckworth is making a joke, honeybunch!” Scrooge yelled over the ruckus.

Benedict had immediately covered his sensitive ears. “You can have all the kisses you want!”

Scrooge swooped the crying toddler into his arms. He hugged him tightly and peppered his face with kisses to prove his point. He jiggled the duckling in his arms, murmuring soothing words all the while. Donald’s crying faded into quiet sniffling. Instinctually, Scrooge reached for his handkerchief. He found his pocket empty. He had used it to gather the worms, and now it was crumpled against Duckworth’s ear.

With a sigh, he used his sleeve to wipe away his duckling’s tears. “There’s my bonny boy.” He smiled at the teary-eyed babe in his arms. “No need for tears.”

“Is it over?” Benedict shouted.

“It’s over. You can take your hands off your ears, Benedict.”

“What?” Benedict unclasped his hands. His ears perking up cautiously. “Oh.”

Scrooge chuckled heartily, patting Donald on the back.

“Dow’.” Donald demanded with a sharp tug of Scrooge’s sideburn.

“Ouch.” Scrooge obliged the demanding toddler, plopping him down on the grass. Having already forgotten the incident, Donald wandered over to admire the flowers again.

Benedict and Scrooge watched their ward silently for a moment, drinking in the moment of calm after the storm.

“I agree. With Donald, that is. About what he said earlier.” Scrooge roughly whispered.

Benedict’s ears perked up, trying to catch what Scrooge had said. “Hm?”

Covering his face with embarrassment, Scrooge faked a cough and deflected. “T-the flowers. They’re very pretty. You’ll be sure to win the best gardener prize this year for sure.”

“Meredith Hagemann—eat your heart out! That trophy is mine for the taking!”

The two of them chuckled in unison as Benedict cursed his horticultural rival. For a brief, unguarded moment, Scrooge stared wistfully at his friend crouched in the dirt. Benedict picked up his gloves once again–intent on getting back to work. He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve Benedict in his life, but he was glad he was there. Perhaps the headiness of spring had gotten to him, for Scrooge opened his beak ready to tell him so. Before he could eke out whatever emotion-choked words dangled from the tip of his tongue, a terrible sight had stopped him. Benedict’s eyes opened in surprise as he spotted it too. Donald had grabbed one of Benedict’s prized petunias in his tiny hand and, in a frighteningly quick manner, shoved the blossom directly into his awaiting mouth. Scrooge dove to stop him, but it was far too late. Donald snapped the flower off its stem and munched on it happily.

Benedict couldn’t help but laugh.

#ldu #loots duck universe #disney ducks #fanfiction #duckverse #donald duck #team uncle

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paigenotblank · 4 years

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Making the Naughty List

Pairing: Twelve x Rose Rating: Explicit Series: As It Should Be

written for @dwsecretsanta for @serindipitysays (I am so sorry for it’s lateness!!)

tagging: @doctorroseprompts for the 31 Days of Christmas prompts: workshop, gingerbread, naughty and/or nice, santa and/or elves, mistletoe, friends, family, celebrate

Read at AO3 or TS

Rose breathed in the steam wafting from her mug before taking a sip of her tea in an attempt to chase away the fog of sleep. The soft material of her pajamas slid across the skin of her legs and almost tempted her to turn around and go back to bed. She’d barely made a sound as she padded into the console room, but the Doctor lifted his head from the mess of wires that comprised his latest project and homed in on her.

“Rose!” He jumped up from his seat and ran over to his wife. After kissing her on the cheek, his eyes took in what she was wearing and his forehead wrinkled. “Why so many layers?

Rose glanced down at the cotton flannel pajamas, heavy socks, and thick robe she had on. She stepped into the Doctor’s personal space and ran her finger down his chest. “Don’t think I wasn’t gonna surprise you with my new Christmas teddy…” Rose leaned back and directed the rest of her comment toward the ceiling, “but it was bloody freezing this morning.”

The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah…”

Rose narrowed her eyes. “What?”

“I picked up Bill. She’s in the galley getting something to eat. The TARDIS probably didn’t want her to be scandalized if she caught you wearing...or not wearing...that-”

“It wouldn’t be the first time we scandalized her,” Rose said with a purr to her voice.

“Yes. And the last time she walked in on us, it was a month before she’d step onto the TARDIS again.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “It was a month for her, you cheated and skipped ahead.”

“Well, I’d rather not have it happen again. The only one I want ogling my wife’s backside is me.”

Rose laughed. “More like you don’t want to hear her go off on your pasty white arse for two hours.”

“It’s almost Christmas, I didn’t wake up this morning with the intention of being abused-”

“Did you sleep last night?”

“No-”

“Then you can’t complain.”

The Doctor’s eyebrows drew together. “Oi, I didn’t make myself Scottish to not complain.”

Rose shook her head with a fond sigh. “Doctor...”

“It’s Christmas, Rose.”

“Time machine. It’s not Christmas just yet.”

The Doctor crossed his arms. “Semantics.”

Rose smiled her tongue touched grin. “How the tables have turned, my love.”

The Doctor couldn’t help himself, he leaned in to chase after that teasing appendage.

“Oi! There are others on board!”

The two sprung apart and looked sheepishly in Bill’s direction.

Rose handed her mug to the Doctor and moved swiftly across the room to give Bill a hug. “Sorry, darling. I promise I’ll try and behave.”

Bill snorted with a roll of her eyes. “That’ll be the day. You two are so sickeningly in love it makes it hard for those of us sadly single to be around you.”

“Oh! What happened with Penny? Was it because we-”

“No. It was nothing that you two did. She’d been surprisingly accepting of me traveling around with aliens.”

“Oi! Not an alien. Still human thank you very much.” Rose crossed her arms with a huff.

“Fine. A time traveling alien and his immortal human wife.”

A smile tugged at Rose’s lips. “Glad we got that sorted. So what happened with Penny? I thought it was going well?”

Bill flopped down in one of the many seats scattered around the console room and shrugged. “Her ex came calling. They’d been together for 11 years, and decided to give it another try.”

Rose sat down next to Bill and wrapped her arms around the younger woman. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. We’d only been dating a few weeks. I hadn’t gotten a chance to get too attached.”

Rose stood and pressed a kiss to the top of Bill’s head. “I don’t believe that for a second. When you love, you do it whole-heartedly. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

“Me too. You remind of Rose when I first met her,” the Doctor said fondly. “Chip obsession and all.”

Rose snuggled into the Doctor’s side pressed her lips to his shoulder. “Shut up.”

“You’re still one of the most compassionate people I’ve ever met and aren’t I just the luckiest man in the universe to have you.”

Rose’s breath caught in her throat and she twinned her fingers in her husband’s unruly locks. Raising herself onto her tippy toes, she pulled him down for a kiss.

The Doctor tugged her more firmly against his front and groaned when Rose did that thing with her tongue that he liked so much.

Bill sighed loudly.

Rose pulled back with a blush.

“Sorry, Bill.”

“I want it on the record that you only lasted about 2 minutes into your promise. You think I’d be used to it by now. Oh, wait. I am.”

Rose shook her finger at Bill. “Hush. I know you’re used it, but still it was insensitive of me. You’d think my husband of 50 years was rubbing off on me.”

“Oi!”

“Rude and not ginger. It’s who you are, love.”

The Doctor grumbled and headed for the console. He started flicking switches and throwing levers, a little harder than was necessary if the flickering lights of the rotor was any indication.

Rose leaned back against the railing and smirked at his antics.

“So where are we headed today?”

She drew her eyes away from her husband’s backside and to her young friend. “Christmas dinner.”

“But Christmas is still nearly a week off.”

“We knew you’d want to spend your Christmas with Moira, but since we have this magnificent time machine you can spend ours with us, too.”

Bill grinned brightly. “Well, then it’s a good thing I thought to bring your gifts with me, wasn’t it.”

“You didn’t need to get us anything.”

“Presents?”

Rose rolled her eyes. “I swear sometimes I think I’m married to a 2000 year old toddler.”

“You weren’t calling me a toddler last night when-”

Bill shot up out of her seat and covered her ears. “Absolutely not. I draw the line at having to hear replays of your sex life.”

Rose hissed, “Doctor..”

“Fine. Sarah Jane’s it is.”

“Who’s Sarah Jane?”

“An old friend who invited us for Christmas dinner.”

“Oh, but-” Bill tugged on her jacket.

“She is especially looking forward to meeting you.” Rose said to Bill with a smile.

“Me?”

“Sarah used to travel with the Doctor and she runs a...sort of support group for former companions.”

“Support group is a bit of an exaggeration, dear.”

Rose’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh, I don’t know, Doctor. Love ‘em an’ leave ‘em seemed to be a bit of a thing with you. I can see why-”

“Club! It’s more of a club for former companions! Monthly meetings, dinners, fond reminiscences of traveling with me.”

Rose snorted. “They hardly ever talk about you.”

“What?”

“They do have dinners and Sarah Jane is very good at finding out if someone needs something and offering her support, but it really is just a small group of people who’ve had an experience that’s difficult for most people to relate to who get together and have a good time with each other.”

“Me! That shared experience was traveling with me! How can they not even mention me?”

Rose walked up to the controls and took over from the Doctor in piloting the TARDIS to their friend’s house. “Well they don’t have a rule about not talking about you, but Martha said their actual adventures with you hardly ever come up.”

The Doctor stood pouting while Rose flipped the final lever sending them spinning into the time vortex.

The TARDIS landed with nary a bump. Rose kissed the Doctor on the cheek and pushed him toward the door. “You and Bill head on out, I’ve got to get changed. I’ll hardly be a mo.’”

Rose closed the door behind her and stopped short less she crash into the Doctor. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

The Doctor backed up and casually leaned against the wall opposite the TARDIS and pointed above them. Rose glanced up to see a small sprig of mistletoe. “Didn’t want to miss my opportunity.”

Rose shook her head, but stood on her tiptoes to press her lips against his. It started chastely enough, but the Doctor wasted no time in pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

They broke apart to the sound of Jamie’s disgust. “Ugh! Someone really ought to toss a bucket of ice water over the two of you. Can’t you even go twenty minutes without a public snogging session?”

Sarah Jane chided Jamie as the four of them walked from the hallway to the dining room, “I think it’s sweet that your parents still love each other after all this time. Not many couples today make it to even 10 years, and here they are more than 50 years in.”

Jenny stood from her spot next to Bill to give her mother a hug. “It is sweet Aunt Sarah, but you don’t have to see them all the time. They’re incorrigible. The last time we went on a family trip, Mum managed to lose half her clothing and then they got arrested for public indecency.”

Jamie nodded at his sister. “And when they took Bill to-”

“No!” Bill yelled and covered her ears. “We are not ever going to talk about what happened on Centaurius Prime.”

Rose blushed and pushed the Doctor toward a chair. “Okay, okay. We’ll behave.”

The Doctor smirked. “At least through dinner.”

Bill smiled at Jenny. “I’m gonna go on a trip with Jenny and Jamie, so you two can…” Bill gestured between the Rose and the Doctor, “celebrate Christmas however it is you want.”

Jenny grabbed Bill’s hand under the table. “We’ll bring her back in a week.”

Rose arched one eyebrow. “A week our time or yours?”

“Yours.”

Rose pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. She’d seen the attraction between the two, but it always seemed that one or the other was in a relationship and hadn’t been the right time. Poor Jamie. Having to be around the two of them for the foreseeable future with Jenny being just like her father.

She glanced at Clara who was laughing at something Danny said, then to Jamie who was looking longingly at Clara. Rose sighed. Poor Jamie.

Mickey carried a turkey in from the kitchen, followed by Martha, as Sarah Jane announced, “Okay everyone, time to eat.”

Rose stepped out of the TARDIS and into a frozen landscape with snow blowing all around her. She pulled her parka hood tighter and turned toward the door. “Doctor, this isn’t Woman Wept!”

The Doctor stepped out of the timeship with a quirk to his lips and locked the door behind him. “Oh, really?”

Rose narrowed her eyes at her husband, not trusting the casual tone to his voice in the least. “What are you up to?”

“What do you mean?”

“This wasn’t the TARDIS taking us off course. You’re up to something. Where are we?”

The Doctor slipped Rose’s hand into his own and squeezed. “A little Christmas surprise. C’mon, love.”

Rose huffed in mock annoyance, but she knew she’d follow the Doctor anywhere he asked.

They walked through a forest and were protected for the most part from the storm by the surrounding evergreen trees. When they emerge from the forest there was nothing but snow and snow drifts for miles. Rose shivered and rubbed her arms.

“Are you sure you know where we’re going?”

The Doctor scoffed and pulled some mittens from his pocket. “When was the last time that...you know what? Don’t answer that. I know exactly where we are. We’ll be there in just a mo’.”

They rounded an embankment and came to a stop before a singular pole decorated with red and white ribbon standing no taller than the Doctor in the desolate landscape. Rose tilted her head. “What on Earth?”

“Where on Earth, you mean.” He nodded to a small engraved plaque running down the side of the marker.

Rose leaned in closer and gasped. “The North Pole? But there’s nothin’ here.”

The Doctor pulled Rose up against him and leaned in for a kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed as their lips touched. The Doctor spun her in a circle past the decorative pole and when she opened them once again they stood at the edge of a bustling little town. It looked to Rose like they were standing inside a snow globe. The world outside was hazy and although she could see the blizzard raging beyond, there was a protective screen keeping all but a light flurry from getting through.

Rose’s mouth hung open as she twirled around to take everything in. “But…”

The Doctor grinned and whispered in her ear, “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“No! You’re not serious!”

The Doctor’s smile only grew brighter and he reached out his hand to her.

They walked toward the picturesque village, and when the Doctor saw a small, pointy eared fellow hustling past, he called out, “Oi! Where’s your boss?”

The elf stopped in his tracks and looked the Doctor up and down. “He’s a little busy with it being Christmas Eve an’ all.”

“Christmas is still a month off.”

The elf shook his head. “I don’t know what yer smokin’ Big Guy, but tonight’s Christmas Eve.”

“Forgot to check the coordinates again, Doctor?” Rose poked her tongue out of the side of her smile and batted her eyelashes.

The Doctor bristled and dragged Rose toward the biggest building. “He’s an old friend, I’ll find him myself.”

The elf chuckled. “Yeah, good luck with that Big Guy.”

The Doctor stormed off with Rose trailing behind him trying to keep her laughter in check.

“Big Guy? I’m not the Big Guy.”

Rose giggled. “I don’t know, compared to the elves you are pretty big.”

“They’re not elves, Rose. They’re Noellians. And Santa is their king. And speaking of Santa, he’s the Big Guy. Not me.”

“Maybe there’s somethin’ you’re not tellin’ me. I mean red bicycle when I was 12, right? Have you’ve just been hidin’ it from me all these years?”

The Doctor ruffled his hair and stammered. “That...that was just me being a sentimental old fool.”

Rose stopped him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “But you’re my sentimental old fool, and I love you for it.”

They reached the workshop and saw groups of elves running to and fro.

The Doctor called out above the cacophony. “Oi! Anyone seen Santa?”

One of the elves snorted. “Good luck with that, mate. It’s the night before Christmas.”

“I just want to introduce my wife to Santa.”

“You picked a fine bloody time, Big Guy.”

“Stop calling me Big Guy.”

The elf shook his head and walked off.

The Doctor once again grabbed Rose’s hand. “Come on. His office is this way.”

When they made it to Santa’s office it was empty, and the Doctor huffed his annoyance and ran his hands through his curls. His long curls.

He needs a haircut. Rose looked him over rather appreciatively - the way his hair stood puffed out and his jacket and shirt stretched across his chest. She leaned back against the door and snicked the lock. Unzipping her coat as she moved, she sauntered toward the Doctor.

“What- What are you doing?”

“Trying to make it onto the naughty list?” Rose let her coat drop to the floor.

“Rose…”

“Yes, Doctor?” Her shirt, trousers, and boots soon followed. She hopped up and sat perched on the desk in the center of the room in only her bra and knickers.

The Doctor unfastened the button of his own trousers and caged her in between his arms. Rose snuck her hand into the Doctor’s pants and grasped his cock. “Rose!”

“You’ll find I can be very, very good at being very, very bad.”

“Bloody hell!”

The Doctor lifted Rose’s hips up and dragged her knickers down her legs. When they were free, she wrapped them around his waist and pulled him down for a kiss.

He dropped his hand between her legs and ran his fingers along her slit. Her head fell back as he entered her with one finger and then another. She blindly pulled at his clothing and pushed them away from his body as best she could.

“Doctor, if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to-,” she cut off as he yanked her to the very edge of the desk.

He lined himself up to her entrance and slowly pushed into her heat.

They both stopped breathing for a moment until Rose wriggled against him. He pistoned his hips and withdrew before slamming back into her. Rose braced her arms behind her sending Santa’s lists fluttering off the desktop.

Rose giggled earning a glare from the Doctor. “Sorry, but I think I’m literally on the naughty list.”

“You’re too coherent is what you are.”

The Doctor reached a hand to his wife’s temple and caressed the side of her face. With the next thrust of his hips re-entered her body as well as her mind. The sensation of being filled by him body and soul ramped up her arousal like it always did and she had to work at not coming then and there.

The Doctor for his part adjusted the angle he was entering her so that with every pass he was hitting her clit.

Rose’s breathing turned ragged and she clenched her muscles around the Doctor’s cock dragging a moan from him.

“Come for me, Rose.”

“I need-”

“What, darling? What do you need?”

She shook her head from side to side and met each of his thrusts.

“Love?”

Frantically, Rose pulled the Doctor closer and rested her temple against his. One of his hands fluttered to her chest, pushed her bra up, and squeezed the soft flesh.

“Oh!”

His agile fingers flicked over the nipple and Rose screamed her release. Her orgasm pulsed through their bond and pushed the Doctor into his own climax. Their mutual pleasure rippled back and forth drawing the experience out for the both of them. The Doctor’s legs gave way and he collapsed onto Rose.

“Sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” Rose ran her hands up and down the Doctor’s back. He hadn’t even taken off his coat she realized with some amusement. They hadn’t had a shag like that in ages.

The Doctor finally pushed off of her and helped her straighten her undergarments. He handed her her clothing and then tucked himself back into his pants and trousers.

Rose jumped off the desk and fixed the papers that they’d knocked off as best she could.

“God. I can’t believe we just did that.” She ambled over to the door and grinned at the Doctor over her shoulder. “Let’s go find-” She pulled open the door to see Santa standing there with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. “Santa!”

Rose blushed and attempted to smooth her clothing as if that would hide what they’d just been doing. Santa sniffed, the heavy sent of sex still strong in air.

The Doctor opened his mouth, but Santa just raised his hand and sighed. “If you had to pick a night to visit, at least you’re here at a time when I needed you.”

Rose blinked, suddenly tongue tied.

The Doctor walked up behind her and rested his hands on her hips. “Oh? What seems to be the problem, Nick?”

“The sled’s thermal regulator is on the blink. Can’t take the chance it’ll go while I’m off delivering tonight.”

“That’s easy. I can fix that up in no time.”

“Your sled has an engine? What about the reindeer?”

The Doctor looked at Rose as if she’d dribbled on her shirt.

“Well, how was I supposed to know Santa is real, but the reindeer aren’t?”

Santa grabbed his belly as he chuckled. “Oh, ho ho, my dear, the reindeer are as real as I am. They’re in the yard outside playing. They just haven’t flown the sled in years. I don’t know why they stopped, but I didn’t want to push them to do something they didn’t want to anymore when I had the technology to fly the sleigh without them.”

“So they just hang about?”

“Yes. It’s a little lonelier out there without them, but I love them all the same.”

“Can I see them, while you and the Doctor tinker?”

“I don’t tinker, Rose Tyler! I am an expert in mechanical-”

Rose kissed the Doctor’s cheek before looping her arm in his and heading for the barn where the sled and reindeer were. “You absolutely tinker, sweetheart.”

Rose was so excited to see the reindeer - Rudolph really did have a bright red nose - that she didn’t even notice when the Doctor and Father Christmas slipped off together to look over the issue with the sled’s engine.

The deer for their part seemed to love Rose as well. They surrounded her and jostled each other for her attention.

Rose ran her hand along Rudolph’s flank and his nose lit up a bright red. Rose clapped her hands as all the reindeer took off galloping around the paddock hopping and jumping with joy. Rudolph kicked off the fencing to launch himself into the air. Rose’s breath caught in her throat as he raced across the sky twirling and looping against the inky backdrop.

The other deer bounced around the pen trying to follow, but couldn’t get more than a few feet off the ground.

Rose’s fingers sparked with golden energy and her eyes took on a similar glow.

The reindeer rubbed against Rose and with each touch of her hand against their heads and necks, they shimmered with energy from Bad Wolf. Before long, Santa’s whole herd was flying and frolicing in the air.

“Well, I’ll be…”

Rose turned her head and saw Santa standing along the fence line watching the reindeer with a gobsmacked expression on his face.

“Why’d they stop pulling the sleigh? They look so happy up there flying.”

“My dear, this is the first they’ve flown in nearly 35 years. I...I can’t believe it.”

Rose held up her hands and looked at her palms. “Oh.”

Santa asked, “How’d you do it? Get them to fly again?”

“I…”

The Doctor walked up behind her and kissed the back of her neck before resting his hand on her waist. “She’s fantastic, my wife.”

Santa nodded while watching his pets. “That she is, Doctor. More impressive than you at any rate.”

At the Doctor’s affronted gasp, Santa grabbed his belly and laughed. His twinkling eyes met Rose’s and he winked. Her grin widened and a hint of her tongue poked out the side.

“I’m so glad you came to visit tonight, Doctor, Rose.”

“It was our pleasure.”

Santa’s smile turned wicked and Rose blushed. “Shut up. I didn’t mean like that!”

“Don’t worry about it, I do understand. Come back to the house and meet my wife. And you have to promise to have dinner with us in the new year.” Santa began walking toward his home with the Doctor and Rose trailing behind him.

“Oh, we’d love to! Wouldn’t we, Doctor?” Rose turned to the Doctor and he couldn’t say no to her in the best of times, let alone when her eyes were shining brightly and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

“If you’d like.” He took her hand and continued onward.

At the door of Santa’s cottage were a pair of identical, arguing elves.

“I’m telling you-”

“No! I’m telling you-”

“Cane. Candy. Enough with the yelling. The lads are coming out with me tonight and they need to be hitched up to the sleigh.”

Both elves turned in unison, mouths dropped open. “Are you feeling okay, sir?”

“The deer haven’t flown in decades.”

“Maybe we should call the missus to check you for a fever.”

“Do you have the chills?”

“Maybe you’re feeling hot and clammy?”

“Oh, hush you two.” A young and gorgeous redhead came to the door shaking her head. She leaned in and kissed Santa on the cheek. “Now go on and do as Santa asked so you can come back and have my gingerbread and cocoa.”

The Doctor’s eyes had gone wide, and Mrs. Claus grinned wickedly. “What? You’re the only 2000 year old alien allowed to have a hot, young human wife?”

The Doctor’s eyes widened even further and Rose covered her mouth in an attempt to smother her giggles. “She’s got you there, Doctor.”

Rose and Mrs. Claus shared a smile. “My name’s Holly. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the infamous Doctor and Rose Tyler. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh, thank you. I, uh...how’d you know about us or well me? I’ve never met Santa before.”

Holly’s nose crinkled with her laugher. “No, but, well, Nick just knows these things. And when he met the Doctor a few years back, you or rather your absence really made an impression, so when we heard you were back in this universe-”

“How on Earth did you find that out?”

Holly shrugged. “Everybody nowadays has an Elf on a Shelf. They’re like nanny cams for Nick and the other Noellians ”

“No!”

Holly nodded at Rose. “Yup. There’s very little that happens on Earth, that Nick doesn’t know.”

“Isn’t that a little...I don’t know, unethical?”

“Why? It says right on the box that the Scout Elves report back to the North Pole.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think people really believe that.”

Mrs. Claus laughed. “Probably not, but…,” her mouth pulled into a wry smile, “how much more honest can we be about it?”

Rose bit her lip.

“Enough about that. Come in for some hot cocoa, we have another 15 minutes before Nick has to hit the sky.”

The fire in the TARDIS library was crackling and giving off authentic waves of heat. Rose was cuddled up against the Doctor’s side, eyes fighting to stay open. “Ho’ come you never tol’ me you met the real Santa b'fore?”

The Doctor ran his hand along Rose’s arm and kissed the crown of her head. “I thought it was a hallucination caused by the psychic attack by a telepathic, alien parasite.”

Rose’s eyes snapped open and focused on the Doctor’s profile. “You wha’?”

“I didn’t realize he was real.”

After a long drawn out moment, Rose’s giggles got the better of her and she collapsed backward onto the rug.

The Doctor braced his arms on either side of her. “Are you quite alright, love?”

Her chest rose and fell with the effort of calming her breathing. “Tryna catch my breath.”

“Would you like some of mine?”

Rose’s tongue poked out from between her teeth. “That might be a good idea.” She lifted her hands to the back of the Doctor’s head and ran her fingers through the soft hair there.

She drew him to her and soon enough thoughts of anything but their shared pleasure was chased from their minds.

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