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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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babys first flight

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warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying

a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol

rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.

“two hours.” he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.

“i think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.” you say, running your finger over rosie’s cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “whatever you think is best.” rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.

you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when she’s asleep during her usual naptime. “wake up, babygirl.” you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.

“its okay!” you stretch a smile over your face. “its okay, rosie!” your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.

“here, let me take her.” rafe reaches out. “you stretch your legs and take a break.”

you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.

“gonna use the bathroom.” you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. “be right back.”

you don’t hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that you’re booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie.

you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.

“here ya go.” you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.

“oh god, thank you.” rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.

“would we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?” you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.

“we absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, i’ll use my phone.” rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.

“shes loving this.” rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.

“now boarding first class.” the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.

“she just started looking tired too.” rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until you’re all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.

“welcome aboard.” the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.

“babys first flight!” you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.

“here, i got her.” rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.

you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.

while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosie’s buckles. she’s asleep before the plane even begins to move, and you’re surprised when she doesn’t even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until you’re steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.

“doing good baby?” rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, yeah.” looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.

the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.

“ohhh, its okay baby.” you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that she’s simply hungry.

“oh god, will you shut that baby up?” a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.

“what did you say about my daughter?” rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.

“you heard me! i didn’t pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!” the man grunts.

“you’re lucky we’re on a plane or-” rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. “stop it, let the flight attendants handle it.”

rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.

“sir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-” the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself.

“it’s okay.” you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until he’s calm.

“dudes an asshole.” rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.

“she’s so perfect.” he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.

you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend.

“i got her.” rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.

you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.

“this was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.” you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.

you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.

“couldn’t agree more.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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indigosunsetao3 · 4 months

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Naptime

I had a rough night of sleep last night so I took a much needed nap. Then these ideas came to me whilst trying to get to sleep this afternoon.

Everyone loves a good nap. How do the COD men use that time?

Some are NSFW. Perspective is a female reader.

Alex

"I didn't sleep well either, we've got a few hours."

Drags you off the couch because why waste the option of a big comfy bed? Quick about removing his clothes down to his boxers and climbs into bed while you're still working on removing your sweatshirt. When you're ready he slides over to the cold spot of the bed to give you the one he's already warmed before scooting to lay his head on your stomach. He pushes your shirt up so he can rest his cheek on your bare skin then twists his head this way and that for a bit asking silently for head scratches until you finally relent.

Time passes and your head scratches grow weaker as you doze off but sleep just won't claim you, lingering just outside of your reach. With a huff you gently move to peel Alex off you thinking he's asleep but he tilts his head up to watch you, blinking a few times

"Still awake?" He hums a bit, his eyes heavy with the almost sleep before he rolls over you, wending his way between your legs. "What can I do for you?" He has his arms resting on either side of you, one hand moving to brush some hair off your forehead.

Despite him not pressing the matter you can feel him digging gently into your thigh and and you raise your hips to his gently for a moment causing him to chuckle.

"I mean that is one way to wear yourself out. Oxytocin is good for sleep," he grins as you roll your eyes at his need to show off his random knowledge. You move again and reach for his boxers, your fingers making quick work of them as he helps you out of your own underwear.

Alex is unhurried and tender as he takes you, his body tired but no less attentive. His hands slide up under the t-shirt your wore to bed to expose your chest because he prefers the feeling of skin to skin. After some luxuriously slow and long thrusts that feel like they hit every nerve he gently pulls your legs around his waist to help push him deeper as he kisses at your neck and shoulder. He's slowly drawing out an orgasm as he grinds down on you, the pleasurable friction his body is creating on your core is enough to push you over that edge as he kisses you deeply, capturing your moans in his mouth. He finishes not long behind, letting your body work him over as he rests his forehead on yours to watch your face as you come back down with him.

Ten minutes later you're out. Curled up on his chest as his hand makes long sweeps up and down your arm to keep you lulled to sleep before he eventually follows.

Gaz

"I'm always up for a cuddle."

Helps you out of your clothes because, no, you will not be sleeping in his bed in pants. Gives your bottom a playful swat before he all but tosses you into the bed, which has so many pillows its almost obnoxious. Almost.

His bed is luxurious, soft down pillows with a thick comforter and a pillowtop mattress pad that you sink into. He takes his sleep very seriously because when he's deployed he's lucky if he finds a soft patch of dirt to lay in or he's fighting with Soap for the back bench seat of the truck. The fight usually ends up with them sharing it laying in an awkward feet to head position and half sitting up leaned against windows.

Pulls you tight against him, your back to his chest, as he weaves his legs between yours and slides his hand up your chest so his palm is splayed across your breastbone. He buries his face in your hair breathing in your scent before noticing you haven't fully relaxed yet.

"Breathe with me, yeah?" He presses his hand a bit firmer against your chest so you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, slow and relaxed. He can feel your heartbeat start to slow and eventually notices how you've relaxed in his grip as you've fallen asleep.

He doesn't move from his position, used to having to stay perfectly still when he's out in the field doing sniper work for hours. That's fine with him though, he enjoys sitting in the silence listening to you breathe and the little mumblings you utter while asleep.

Ghost

"I'm not tired love, but feel free to go nap in my bed."

He's sitting on the couch reading a book, one ankle propped on his knee as he leans against the arm of the couch. When you don't move from standing there staring at him with your arms crossed he glances up once he finishes his current paragraph. Lowering the book down into his lap he stares right back in silence, not giving into your attempt to guilt him to bed with you.

Without a word he reaches his arm across the couch and grabs a pillow, pulling it to his side and patting it into place. He then goes back to reading his book, a silent invitation for you to curl up next to him on the couch. That's the most you're going to get out of him.

He is a next level snuggler at night but when he's not tired he's not going to waste his time laying in bed. Laying in bed without being sleepy means his mind can run and if his mind runs it goes to those dark places he fights so hard to keep locked up.

You decide this is better than sleeping alone so you curl up on the couch next to him, grinning a bit to yourself as he pulls the blanket off the back cushions to cover you. He never takes his eyes from his book as he flips the blanket open and settles it over you, tucking it up under your chin.

Once you are settled he gently plays with your hair as he reads, twisting the locks around his fingers absently. It helps settle you into sleep, one of your hands sliding up to rest on his thigh before you slip under.

When you wake sometime later you tilt your head up to find Ghost has rested his still open book on his chest and has fallen asleep leaned back into the cushions. His hand, that has enveloped yours gently, twitches with his sleep. 'Not tired' your ass.

Price

"I really need to finish this paperwork. Don't look at me like that."

You sigh at him as you stand in the doorway to his office. You were both up late the night before and you can see the bags under his eyes but he's stubborn. He has paperwork that he's been putting off to spend time with you but now it's piled up, literally, on the side of his desk.

Knowing defeat when it looks you in the face you head back to the bedroom and crawl into the huge king sized bed alone. Grabbing your body pillow you curl around it, throwing one bare leg over it so you can grip it tightly. The white noise machine of ocean waves rocks you to sleep.

Feeling guilty Price zips through all the items he can knock out quickly, his finished pile finally growing larger than his incomplete. When he looks at the clock and two hours have passed he leaves the office to see if you're up yet but the house is silent. Making his way back to the bedroom he pauses in the doorway looking at you, biting back a small groan at the sight.

The only item of clothing you had worn to bed was a pair of lace underwear, his favorite. You had done it on purpose because you knew at some point he'd come to check on you. You knew how he liked to look at you when you slept, what it did to him to when he got to wake you up with his hands all over you. In your sleep you had thrown off the covers and your bare skin was on full display wrapped around the pillow.

"Laswell is going to have my head," Price grounds out as he crosses the room and takes a seat on the bed. His hand gently runs down your spine to come to rest on the hem of your panties. Flicking his eyes to your face for a brief second he lets his hand slip under the material to find the heat of your center and he dares to slip a calloused finger into your folds. "Fucking hell," he mutters feeling the slickness there. Not stopping he finds your clit and starts working the wetness over it, gently coaxing you out of your sleep with little whines and moans.

"You win," he mutters into your ear with a grin as he slides the lace off your legs, rolling you over into your back while you're still half asleep and spreading you wide for him to look at what he's touching. "You can help me with my paperwork afterwards."

Soap

"Sore already? We barely did anything at the gym."

His words were a tease as your cut him a glare after groaning and wincing when you rose from the couch. He had you up at five that morning to go for a run then hit the gym for weights. You had mentioned to him in passing you wanted to get stronger and ever the one to want to help, Soap has been dragging you to the gym to train you.

Thanks to some insomnia the night before not only are you sore you are dead on your feet. With a yawn you tell Soap you're going to lay down for a bit and he all but jumps up from the couch to join you, tossing his notebook where had been doodling away onto the end table. He has a meeting with the team later and he was just going to push through but if you're napping then he's napping as well. Any excuse to get you into bed with him.

As you strip down he notices the wince as you remove your sweatshirt and frowns a bit. He was messing with you before but if you actually hurt maybe he did push you too hard.

"That bad lass?" He runs his hands over your shoulders and works his thumbs into your neck and shoulder eliciting an appreciative groan from you. "Go lay down," he offers with a jerk of his head, "I'll work out some of those knots." He disappears in the bathroom as you finish stripping down to your underwear before flopping down on the bed on your stomach.

He returns with some lotion and climbs on the bed behind you, pinning you down between his legs before he works the lotion in your back. It's cold at first and your shiver but he's quick about warming it, working his hands into the sore spots and kneading out the kinks. Every once in a while you let you a pleasurable moan which makes him chuckle and shift himself a bit to not let you feel what this sight and the sounds you are making are doing to him.

When his hands slide down your side you dare to arch your back just a little bit so you push your bottom up into him. You felt him the entire time no matter how subtle and polite he had tried to be.

"I thought you were tired, you little minx," Soap answers as his fingers grab your hips to pull you more soundly against him. When you wiggle a bit against him he huffs before bending over you to put his mouth to your ear. "Either you stop now, or you aren't getting that nap," he warns to which you smirk and stretch out your arms in front of you languidly like a cat, using your hands on the headboard to give you leverage to push back hard. "Suit yourself," he grins.

#18+ only #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #cod headcanons #my fic #fanfic #alex keller x reader #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #i should be working on my WIP #nap time #naptime thoughts #random musing

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mrscarmenbearzatto · 4 months

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I watched Bluey recently (yes I'm an adult who watches Bluey, its too good!! 😂) and I saw an episode where Bluey and Bingo deliever a love message to their mum and dad after they have a small disagreement, and I imagine Willow and Aurora doing something like that!

Just them being all giggly and secretive and Carmen's just so confused until he watches them give you the message 🥹

bluey is so good i will not apologize, also i hope its okay i changed this up just a bit love! - fem/mom!reader, 445

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It really wasn't an argument, rather just a chat about things you hadn't communicated. You and Carmy really tried to be perfect parents, but that just wasn't possible. Willow had a small habit of sneaking out of her room during naptime, and she overheard you and Carmy having a small disagreement. In her mind, of course, it seemed like you two were unhappy with ach other.

From that point, Willow decides she has to take matters into her own hands while you sit in Aurora's nursery, and Carmen is in the kitchen. She makes her way in, paper and crayons in hand. You smile at her as you sit in the rocking chair with Aurora, whose been fighting naptime for the past half hour, her eyes finally closing. "Hi, Wils. What's up?" You ask softly.

She doesn't answer, instead plopping beside you, beginning to scribble some hearts on the paper. You watch as she does this, her hearts looking more like blobs but at least she's trying her hardest.

She hands it to you. "Dada." She says. You finally catch on, exhaling. "Okay, okay. Let's go give this to dada." You say, as you stand, setting Aurora gently down in the crib before you walk hand-in-hand downstairs with Willow, her handing you the paper.

She points to Carmen, practically motioning for you to give him the paper. You laugh, kissing the top of her head. "Thanks, Wils. Go play, yeah? I'll take it from here." You say. You walk over to Carmen in the kitchen, greeting him with a kiss on the back of his shoulder like you usually do. "Your daughter drew this for me to give you." You set the paper in front of him.

He stares at it, a grin coming across his face. "Think she wants us to tell each other we love the other." You nod. "Something tells me that's what's happening." He turns to you, pressing a kiss against your lips, hands wrapped around your waist. "I love you." He says.

"I love you, too, Carm." You reply before turning to the doorway where Wilow's watching. You grin. "Come here, sweet girl." Carmen requests as she runs at him, jumping into his arm where he scoops her up, as he begins kissing her face, giggles bursting out of her.

You notice the small drawing on the edge of the paper that wasn't clear before. A stick figure of what you assume is you and Carmen, holding hands.

You stare at it until you're being attacked with kisses by Willow and Carmen, her giggles making you smile as she kisses all over your face, with Carmen doing the same thing.

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shine on, shine on, my loves!

- mae

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Caine, Jax and Kinger with an kid reader who is like sleepy and very calm most of the time; like having that sleepy voice and is most likely to sleep standing up.

But when someone gives sugar to reader OH BOI

Reader gets eletric, like running around 300 kilometers per hour (Figuratively, not literally) does jumping jacks and starts like accidentally wrecking havoc with their running cuz they keep knocking things on accident while their run, but after an hour or two, reader just... Sleeps on the ground like they didnt almost destroy the entire place an minute ago.

Im going through an hard time in my life and currently your blog has been comforting me, so ilysm! Tyy<3 stay safe!

- ♣️

Caine, Jax, and Kinger x sleepy!kid!reader who gets zoomies (platonic!)

Eeueueuee lemme just say I love this idea so much I remember seeing this when it first got sent in and I just

UGH!!!/pos

Hope you enjoy anon!

CAINE:

I was about to say that he would wear one of those kid baby carrier harness things to carry you around when you fall asleep but then I remembered how short Caine is LMAO... that said I think he would probably like. Idk summon a digital cloud or something to carry you to bed. Very nice very sweet, I think! Honestly I kind of love dad Caine...

Thinks you look absolutely adorable when you do the sleepy wobble when you're standing. Probably calls for nap time periods during IHAs

One day he thought it would be a good day to reward everyone with candy after a IHA and he just

Watches wide eyed when you suddenly start running all over the place. What happened? Is this normal? Are you okay? He tries to zoom after you to catch you before you hurt yourself

Lots of chaos for the next half hour or so. I think he would even resort to sending out bubble to intercept you

Carefully scoops you up when you succumb to the sugar crash and just

Stands there as you fall asleep on him

Very lost very confused, though the sugar rush thing was a myth

JAX:

Very similar event from Caine's part. Everyone is given a piece of candy after successfully completing an IHA. I do think that Caine would still enforce naptime breaks during IHAs during Jax and Kingers pieces too, since I think caine would just generally want to keep this kid friendly/safe but maybe that's just me falling in love with dad caine

But this is about jax

Real quick before we get into the sugar rush, let's talk about your general sleepiness. Honestly I think he would be a little worried about how tired you are all the time... what's that? Jax worried about something? Now that's new!

Jokes aside I think he would try to ask around for any advice on how to boost your energy. Earns him some looks because it's kind of out of character for him. And you know what? It is.. but I think he would be soft for his new adopted kid

Tends to carry you around when you get sleepy, which is often

Now for the sugar rush. One second you're there and the next you're bolting and running around all crazy. I think he just. Stand there flabbergasted for a second because he thinks it's a little funny

Doesnt intervene until you start knocking into things... and almost knock into him

Now we know how fast jax can be, so I think he wouldnt have much issue catching you (assuming that part in the pilot was more than a gag.. it likely was just a gag but I'm feeling silly)

Kind of just holds you up in the air while you flail and try to run away.. before eventually going limp in his grasp

Similar to caine he kind of just stands there. Very taken aback. Thinks it's a little funny though.

"Comeon kid, let's get ya to bed"

KINGER:

Same scenario with the candy after an IHA.. but first, of course, how kinger is with your eepy self

Honestly you two just hang out together in the pillow fort. Its nice and soft and cozy. So even if you werent so tired all the time you would still have a very easy time falling asleep in his fort!

Usually he will take you to your room when it's nighttime... cue the universal memory of falling asleep and waking up somewhere else as a child

Always makes sure you're tucked in and with your favorite plushie... now kinger would have a baby harness and be able to carry you around when you get tired

Let's out a yelp when you suddenly get your sugar induced zoomies. Tries to run after you but you're just way too fast. I think some of the others would take some pity on him and try to help him. Probably pomni, ragatha, and gangle.. zooble cant be bothered and jax is just laughing at the situation because it aint his kid.. caine may try to help if hes still hanging around

Panics when you suddenly slump over and fall asleep on the floor. Is going to have to be reassured that you did not just

You know... and that you're just asleep

Makes a mental note to limit sugar

...its not even real sugar.. its digital.. bro is beside himself trying to make sense of it

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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Oh teacher hob who’s a former sex worker is brilliant. Having three former clients who know exactly what he used to do and are willing to blackmail him just so he can keep his job teaching their kids—wow.

After Dream, John Constantine and Cori gangbang hob in his classroom, it isn’t over.

During naptime, Cori shows up and pushes Hob into the bathroom. He fucks him over the sink while hob pleads with him (not that he struggles very much).

John shows up after all the kids have been picked up and orders Hob to get into his car and give him a blowjob in the front seat.

Dream demands Hob offer private tutoring at home for Orpheus. Only when Hob gets to Dream’s house Orpheus isn’t there. It turns out it’s Calliope’s week to have Orpheus stay with her.

Needless to say hob spends his weekend at Dream’s house doing whatever Dream asks of him, getting fucked until he’s drooling. OH and dream sends the photos to his co-conspirators. They think “private tutoring” is a great idea.

Meanwhile Hob is desperate to keep his job and desperate for a way out … and desperate for cock. He wanted this part of his life to be behind him. But he’s backed into a corner.

YES I have also been thinking many thoughts about this au. Here's the first edition of ex sex worker teacher Hob.

Perhaps the worst part for Hob is how easy it is for him to enjoy what's happening go him. As soon as he's kissed into submission or a finger is pushed into his greedy hole, he immediately forgets his protests and starts moaning. He'll still beg and plead, but that's just because he likes begging. Honestly there have been times when Cori has had him bent over his own desk, or John has pinned up against a wall in the playground, that he's actually forgotten that he's not still a whore. He loves teaching, he really does! But maybe there's a part of him that was just made to be used.

Dream is arguably his most demanding client (not that he's paying) these days, because he a) doesn't have a job and b) only has his kid half the time. So he'll just demand that Hob come over at all hours and satisfy his needs. Some weekends Hob will be rushing between Dream’s house, the sleezy club where John asks (tell) him to come to, and the creepy alleyway where Cori likes to fuck him. Poor Hob hardly has a moment to himself. Those spelling tests are NOT getting graded any time soon...

It probably won't be long before he's caught with his slutty arse spread and two cocks inside him (Dream and Cori love the dp him. John prefers to use his mouth). If Hob is lucky, he'll be able to persuade whoever catches him to join in, instead of reporting him.

Parents night is going to be interesting. Might as well call it parents glory hole at this point... because that's what Hob is, these days <3

#the sandman #dreamling #hobrinthian #hob gadling x john constantine #hob x everyone #nsft #cw dubcon

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 2 months

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Would you write oliver with the stomach flu or food poisoning?

Bro, this one made me so freaking giddy! It's soooo cute!!❤️

TW: emeto

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The notes on Oliver’s desk seemed unreadable. The lights and his computer screen were too bright. Everything was going from hot to cold to hot to—

“Brown, how’s it going over here?”

Oliver startled as he realized that Dan, the paper’s editor, was standing right behind him.

Forcing himself to look more awake, Oliver smiled and said, “Oh, everything’s going great. I’m just trying to keep it interesting. Rugby isn’t all that entertaining to write about.” Nor to watch, he thought, remembering the excruciating hour-and-a-half he’d spent watching the game for the sports section of the paper.

“Alright, well, keep working,” Dan said. “Remember, we’re short staffed thanks to this damned flu.” He looked across the room to where another one of the writers—Harriet Fordson—was all but sleeping on her desk. Dan stalked over to her, loudly saying, “Fordson! Look alive, it’s not your fucking naptime!”

Oliver ran a hand down his face, downing his whole mug of coffee and focusing on his article.

It was a whole hour of writing, re-writing, and more re-writing before he emailed the finished piece to Dan, and then he left with his notes shoved lazily into his bag.

He was exhausted and felt like shit, to say the least. For one, he’d spent the last night staying up and studying for three different exams, finishing two assignments, and drinking cup after cup of coffee until about 4 in the morning, and he’d woken up at seven in order to get to his first class by 7:30.

He knew he must’ve looked as shitty as he felt. And since he’d woken up, there was a churning in his gut that wouldn’t go away, but he summed it up to just being hungry since he’d had twelve cups of coffee in the last 24 hours and no food. He was done working for the day. He could get something to eat, and then go home to crash on his bed for twenty hours with his cat.

Yeah, he’d do that. Now he just had to figure out what he wanted to—

“Olive!”

Oliver couldn’t help but smile as Isaac came up beside him. The blonde practically radiated Golden Retriever energy, so it was impossible not to smile.

“Hey,” Oliver said, his voice as tired as he was.

Isaac seemed to pick up on this instantly and his own smile faltered slightly. He raised a brow, looking over Oliver’s disheveled appearance. “Well, don’t you look all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “I’m just tired, that’s all. And hungry.”

“I was gonna head out and get some subway,” Isaac said, still grinning. “Wanna come?”

Oliver agreed instantly.

The two boys wound up taking Isaac’s car over to the subway, but on the drive there Oliver felt the ache in his stomach and his headache get worse. And once the two boys had their subs, Oliver felt nauseous after just a couple of bites.

Isaac looked across the tiny subway table and saw Oliver’s grimace as he forced himself to swallow another bite. Setting down his own sandwich, Isaac frowned and asked, “You okay, Olive?”

Oliver nodded without looking at Isaac, taking another forced bite. Isaac’s frown deepened.

Oliver wound up forcing himself to eat the whole sandwich, knowing he had to have some food in his stomach instead of just coffee. By the time he and Isaac were back in the car though, he’d gone three shades paler.

“Want me to bring you back to campus so you can get your car?” Isaac asked, but Oliver shook his head.

“Just take me to my place, please.”

During the drive, Isaac talked. A lot.

He was talking about some friend of his in his psychology class, about his little sister who he was planning to go see that weekend, about his new neighbor who was driving him crazy with blaring loud music, and about—

“Isaac, stop.”

In an instant, Isaac stopped talking and glanced at Oliver. The black-haired guy was glaring out the window, looking almost green. “Olive—”

“I’m gonna throw up,” Oliver said, his voice shaking a little. Saliva was quickly filling his mouth and he could taste not just his sandwich but also his coffee.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed, looking for somewhere to stop. “Okay, crap. . . Um, open the glove compartment. There’s plastic bags in there.”

Oliver did just that, hastily opening the glove compartment and grabbing a bag. He opened it just in time to throw up his undigested lunch.

Just the smell made him gag again and continue to puke into the bag.

Isaac cursed softly. Then said, “I keep the bags in here since you get carsick.”

Oliver, still hovering over the bag with a string of drool on his lower lip, was suddenly aware though that this was not carsickness. He swore under his breath before muttering, “I think I got the goddamn flu, Isaac.”

The blonde’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

Again, Oliver gagged and threw up into the bag. The plastic bag was getting heavier.

Oliver was so busy trying to keep his gut in check that he didn’t even realize that Isaac had made a few turns in the wrong directions. They stopped sooner than they should’ve since Oliver’s place was about ten minutes from the subway, not five.

When Oliver looked up and saw Isaac’s apartment, he groaned and dropped his head. “You kidnapped me again, asshole.”

Isaac chuckled and got out of the car, going around to Oliver’s side and opening the door. “Yeah yeah, you can never escape my evil clutches,” he said teasingly as he took the bag from Oliver’s hands. He took the bag over to a trashcan in the parking lot and tossed it in before going back over to Oliver.

Oliver was standing outside the car now, leaning heavily against it. Even more color had drained from his face, and Isaac felt a pang of worry. His own bout with the flu had been real life hell. Knowing Oliver, the smaller guy was gonna have it far worse.

“C’mon, lean on me,” Isaac said, grabbing his best friend’s arm.

Oliver leaned against him with a dizzy whine, trying to swallow down the nausea. Once inside Isaac’s apartment, Oliver beelined for the guest bathroom.

Isaac took a second to grab a rag from his kitchen and a water bottle before going after Oliver.

In less than a minute, Oliver had thrown up in the toilet and was now gagging harshly over the porcelain bowl.

Isaac wet the rag with cold water from the sink before crouching down beside Oliver, wiping down his sweaty nape. “Just get it up. It’ll be better when you’re empty.”

Oliver continued to gag and puke, spitting the taste of his overly-sweetened coffee out of his mouth. Isaac cupped his forehead, hissing at the raging heat. I should take his temperature, the blonde thought to himself.

Oliver barely had time to breathe before more puke jetted from his mouth. Finally, though, he stopped and was left sweaty and panting for air.

Isaac wiped the puke off his best friend’s chin before coaxing Oliver to sit back against the wall and wiping down the black-haired boy’s face with the cold rag.

Oliver’s headache was worse. His body was aching even more. And his stomach—oh God, his stomach—felt like someone had run it through a fucking garbage disposal or something.

There was so much pain, and Oliver even felt a little close to tears because of how bad it hurt. Is this how it felt for Isaac?! And for all the other poor souls that this flu had gotten to?!

“I’ll get you some fresh clothes. You sweat though these,” Isaac said softly wiping the cold rag down Oliver’s flushed cheek before standing and setting the rag on the counter. He opened the water bottle, handed it to Oliver, said “small sips”, and then left.

Oliver blinked heavily, everything seeming hazy in his slight delirium. He wanted to sleep. He just really wanted to sleep.

Isaac came back with some clothes in his hands. He helped Oliver take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in boxers before helping him put on a plain white t-shirt and some shorts.

Isaac had also brought a thermometer and held it up to Oliver, saying “Under the tongue.”

Oliver, dazed and sleepy, obeyed. Isaac watched the number climb before it beeped and stopped at 101.7 °F. Shit.

Isaac sighed and took the thermometer, setting it on the bathroom counter. Then he crouched in front of Oliver again.

“I feel like shit,” Oliver groaned. “Was yours this bad?”

Isaac knew his wasn’t. Oliver had the stomach of a five-year-old, and Isaac had known that this stomach flu was going to hit his best friend hard eventually.

Instead of answering, Isaac grabbed Oliver’s arms and said, “You need to be in bed.”

Oliver allowed himself to be pulled up, but as soon as he was on his feet it felt as if all of his blood went rushing down and his head felt detached from his body. He swayed, feeling the world tilting to the side before Isaac’s arms wrapped around him.

“Holy shit,” he heard the blonde curse, and then Isaac lowered himself and Oliver to the floor since, clearly, Oliver couldn’t even stand.

Oliver felt so dizzy. So sleepy.

Suddenly, one of Isaac’s arms was under his knees while Isaac’s other arm went around his shoulders, and the blonde scooped him up bridal style.

It was no struggle; Oliver weighed practically nothing and Isaac may not have still been a jock like he was in high school, but he was still strong.

Oliver closed his eyes, pressing his temple to Isaac’s shoulder to try and ease the throbbing pain in his head.

In a matter of seconds, Oliver was laid down on a bed and he felt sheets pulled over him.

He didn’t open his eyes, but he could hear moving around and suddenly there was something wet and cold on his forehead. More moving around, the lights in the room darkened behind his lids, something was set down next to the bed, and then Oliver felt Isaac climb into the bed next to him.

He opened his eyes then and looked to his side. Isaac was laying down next to him, and Oliver frowned. “I might throw up on you,” he mumbled, making Isaac smile and laugh.

“Y’know what? I’ll take the risk.” The blonde got comfortable on his side, scooting closer to Oliver, and then his hand flattened on Oliver’s stomach.

The irony was not lost on either of them, and the second they locked eyes they both smiled and laughed.

When Isaac’s hand started to rub gently, Oliver felt his cheeks grow warm and he hoped that Isaac didn’t notice.

Isaac’s head wound up on Oliver’s shoulder, and Oliver couldn’t help but think about how warm and comfortable he was. Finally, he could sleep. And as he allowed himself to drift off, three words kept playing over and over in his head:

I love you.

#isaac #oliver #fluff #cuddles #dudes - this ending has me squealing #thebrilliantidiots #these two i swear #I'mma go die from cuteness overload now. Bye bye!😊

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the-marshals-wife · 1 year

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Alright, I am in love with Wrecker having kids of his own. 🥺 he'd be such a sweet dad and I can't wait to see the rest of the batch as fathers! I was wondering though, would you ever do this for the 501st or any other clones? Cause I'd be here for it for sure 🥺💕💖 Especially if you did Hardcase becoming a dad, that goof ball would be adorable ahhh! Anyways, I can't wait to read the rest of the batch!! 😭💖💕💞💖💕💞

A/N: Oh my goodness yes, time for some Hardcase representation! I think there'd be a lot of similarities between Wrecker's and Hardcase's parenting styles. Thank you for your continued support of my writing and blog! 💙

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include

Description: Hardcase x Fem!Reader. As with my other clone headcanons/preferences, it's a Y/N insert story with the number of children I envision reader and Hardcase having.

Rating: General audiences (with a spicy reference if you squint), AU fluffiness where Umbara turns out different and this sweetheart gets the life he deserves 😌

Gif credit: user rexsjaigeyes

There is never a dull moment with Hardcase

If you thought parenthood was going to slow him down in any way, no you didn't

Becoming a father only amplified his playful, witty personality, something you didn't think was scientifically possible

When you told him you were pregnant, he all but bounced off the walls

Hardcase was "so kriffin' excited" to become a dad

He said exactly that to every person that crossed his path for weeks on end, especially his brothers

"How did I get so lucky? I can't believe it."

("Me either. Y/N actually thinks the galaxy can survive a smaller, louder version of you" - Fives, probably)

You were admittedly a bit nervous about becoming a parent, but as always, Hardcase had no fear

He tackled the learning curve head on, and it brought you so much joy and confidence to see his paternal instincts kick in as you both prepared for the arrival of your little one

Suddenly, he was aware of every hazard he'd never paid attention to himself, and in just a few hours, he completely baby-proofed every inch of your apartment

He even kept track of the days in your pregnancy, counting down to your expected due date

He loves (to attempt) cooking for you

Is he great at it? No. Did he burn everything at first and almost set your kitchen on fire three times? Definitely. Did he get better with practice and learn to make your favorite foods just the way you like them? Absolutely

Lots of cuddles watching holos together

Whenever he had to leave for the day, he would always kiss you first and then your growing belly

"Can't leave without telling our baby goodbye."

You adore how much he says that - our baby - and how much he's already devoted to being a dad

On your difficult pregnancy days, he would always be by your side to talk to you and tell you jokes until you were smiling again

Love At First Sight

From the moment your daughter was born, he was wrapped around her little finger

"She's so beautiful. Look what we made. No growth chamber or anything."

You jokingly reminded him that that was technically your role

"Oh...right. Of course. Great job! Not a single crack in the jar. Better than Kamino!"

In the weeks after your daughter was born, it was a battle to get Hardcase to put her down, literally

"Where I go, she goes."

Many naptimes were spent on her daddy's chest because he simply didn't want to let her out of his sight

(Sorry to report that diapers are you division, though. You just can't put your poor darlings through that again...)

Seeing him dote on your little girl so much only made you fall in love with him more; you were proud to call him the father of your children

Oh yes, children. You weren't done adding to the ranks of your little battalion, and neither was your cyare

A year and a half later, you gave birth to not one, but two sons

More than a few tears were shed as Hardcase held the twins in his arms

You better believe he was telling everyone about it too, calling many of his brothers to share the news before you even left the hospital

("We're doomed" - Fives again, probably)

How do you do, fellow kids?

Hardcase is a child himself at heart, which means he is your children's first and favorite best friend

Whatever they're interested in, you can bet he's into it too

He watches more children's holos with them than you do, and you're the one who stays home

Seriously, he knows all the words to the theme songs, the lore for each show, and the powers and skills of every character - it's a big thing that he and the kids bond over

Boredom is not a word in your house

Whatever your children ask for, Hardcase ensures they get (within reason)

He's likely getting something for himself too, especially if it's sweets

They want to build model starships? He's first in line at the market in the morning to get the kits

Your daughter wants to play dolls? You better believe her daddy is on that floor doing the right voices and following the story lines (and maybe causing the occasional pretend explosion or starship crash because he lives for the Drama™)

They all want to turn the livingroom into a battlefield to fight imaginary droids? Guess who their commander is

"Why not promote myself? I earned it!"- Hardcase when you teasingly pointed out his new rank

You enjoy getting in on the fun too and being the Zillo Beast attacking the barracks or the queen taken hostage that the dashing commander and his squad have to rescue from a den of bounty hunters

I cannot stress this enough: ANTICS

Pillow fights and roughhousing? HE probably started it

He's taking the fall for it too, because he'd rather face a firing squad than see any of his little troopers in trouble

In the everyday domestic disputes, discipline obviously begins and ends with you

You had to convince him that timeouts were not equivalent to capital punishment

Even then, you have to stop him from letting the kids out early

Bed times? What are those?

Speaking of bed, you had to invest in a bigger one because your beloved couldn't bear sending any of the kids away when they wanted to sleep with mom and dad

Seriously, he cannot say no to his babies

No night is complete with out tickle fights, either

Despite often having a foot in your ribs (which doesn't always belong to a child), you actually love sleeping with your family near and wouldn't have it any other way

Exception: the kids get sent to their own beds immediately when mommy wants a tickle fight with daddy. Commander's orders.

It's not only fun and games

With a little coaching from you, Hardcase was able to find balance between work and play, especially as the kids entered adolescence

It's not his strong suit, but he genuinely tries to help them with their academy studies (eventually they learn to go to you first; dad is for times of desperation only)

He is, however, at the ready any time they need a good joke or exciting story to brighten their day and banish their stress

Family holo night is mandatory

There's usually bickering over what to watch - i.e. your partner and offspring are disputing which loud, brightly-colored animated holo to put on - but diplomacy resumes as soon you bring the snacks out

Sometimes you just can't help but laugh and watch the chaos

All of your children certainly inherited their father's bold enthusiasm for life and passionate courage

When your daughter began to experience bullying at academy for standing up for a friend, Hardcase wasted no time expressing how proud he was of her for doing what's right

He was equally supportive of the boys when they later showed interest in weapons training and possible careers in the military

Just as when they were younger, he is always there for them to make them smile and feel secure and loved

There's no limit to what Hardcase will do for his family, and you wouldn't trade one day of your beautiful, whirlwind life with him for anything in the galaxy

#hardcase x reader #clone trooper hardcase #clone wars imagine #hardcase imagine #clone wars headcanons #clone wars prefences #star wars headcanons #star wars imagine #star wars preferences #hardcase x you #my writing #request

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renee-writer · 2 months

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The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 70

AO3

She is terrified. Each day that passes makes her more so. She would go to Rose but she is so happy finally. No, she won’t disturb that. Not for something that may be nothing.

Mama Claire. She is the one who can handle this perfectly. With a nod to herself and a quick breath for courage, she walks into the kitchen where she seats. The twins and her are playing with modeling clay.

“Will, Will! Play?” her baby sister holds up the sticky clay.

She smiles at her. “Sure Em.” She knows their naptime is soon.

As she joins them, Mama Claire gives her a quizzical look. She is able to hide her concern from Em and Tom but not from her. Her smile says they will talk later.

After a half hour of rolling and pounding the clay with Thomas and rolling and shaping it with Emily, they are rubbing their eyes.

“I shall place them down and we shall talk, eh?”

“Aye please.”

Claire leads the eighteen months off for a much needed nap and Willa gathers up the clay, placing it back in the containers.

“They went down easy. Now, what is wrong?”

She rejoins her at the table.

No reason to mince words. “I think I may be pregnant.”

Whatever Claire was expecting to hear, it wasn’t that. Her mouth hangs partially apart as her mind struggles on how to respond.

“Pregnant? But you haven’t a lad,” she shakes her head, “sorry, of course you must, just… help me out here.”

“He is in my classes. One day, a month ago, I was feeling really bad about Anna and everything. We went out for a brew. It turned into several. His place and ah…”

“Indeed. Okay, how late are you? Any nausea, other changes?”

“Ten days, aye just recently, and my bra’s are getting tighter.”

Her stepmom closes her eyes, her lips move. Willa wonders if she is praying. She herself has been. The first time, a barely recalled experience, could completely change her life.

“I shall let Jenny know the twins are napping. She can keep an eye on them while we go find out.”

They head to hospital. “Wouldn’t one of those where I pee on a stick work?”

“Yes but this is more accurate.”

One of Claire’s favorite nurses is working in the A&E.

“Dr. Fraser, are you finally rejoining us?” She greets her.

“Not until the twins are school age, I am afraid. We have a delicate matter,” she explains what is needed.

A blood draw and the two head to the cafeteria to wait on the results.

“I am terrified,” Willa plays with the straw on her drink, “I am not ready to be a mam! What will I do?”

“First things first. We find out. Then, well…”

“I could give it away. There are couples out there who would love to adopt, right?”

“There are. It is a beautiful unselfish choice.”

“After nine months and giving birth though, I don’t know that I will be able too hand it over to a stranger.”

“Willa, you know we will support you in whatever decision you make.”

“Daddy is going to want to kill me.” She bemoans, her head down.

“No,” She reaches across the table and lifts her head, “no. He will be disappointed and angry, more at the lad then you, I imagine. He adores you and will help and support you any way he can.”

Claire ‘s phone chimes. “Is that?”

“Yes. The results are back. Come, let’s find out.”

She takes the paper from the nurse. Her arm tightens around her step daughter.

“Mama Claire?”

“You are pregnant.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #the heart don't lie #chapter 70 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

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Please may I have a Fairy tail age regression scenario of when Little! Juvia is in a rambunctious mood and can't help but feel a desire to push some limits..her Caregiver! Gray was extremely patient because the others were very close to losing their patience with her noisy behaviour (and toys) today. Some of the caregivers were extremely grateful when Caregiver! Gray told his little! Juvia in the nicest way possible to tone down a bit with her little toys..considering some of the littles were asleep in the backroom.

*Caregiver! Lucy is a caregiver to her little! Wendy*

*Caregiver! Laxus is a Caregiver to his little! Freed*

*Caregiver! Erza is a Caregiver to her Little! Levy and Erza is often a babysitter for Jellal and the other members of the littles*

*Caregivers! And basically babysitters Gajeel and Natsu often babysat Sting and Rogue..*

(There was also other littles who also had an assigned Caregiver too in the Fairy tail guild)

Little! Juvia is a diaper user and Gray only put her in them as a precaution and rightly so considering how often she had accidents and she never realised considering that she uses her diaper as if she was using the toilet..

Noisy Raindrop

It was the middle of the day at the Fairy Tail Guildhall, and the middle of a multi-Guild playdate being held inside. Everything was going just fine so far, up until it was decided that naptime was coming up.

“Alright, all the beds have been set up in the room. Time for all of you to settle down,” Laxus stated, lifting Freed to his feet.

Not a problem, normally, but not all Littles were expected to actually nap, which caused the ones who were to start pitching fits.

“How come they get to stay up while we have to nap?” Jellal demanded.

“Yeah!” Sting exclaimed. “I wanna stay up too!”

“It’s so unfair!” Freed huffed.

“Guys, how the others choose to care for their Littles is their choice,” Erza explained patiently, holding a sleepy Levy in her arms.

“And we’re caring for you guys the way we choose to,” Gajeel stated, holding an actually asleep Rogue in his arms. “You can keep playing later.”

“And some of you are pretty tired, oh yeah!” Richard commented as Cobra and Midnight leaned against him, half-asleep.

“And all of you know how important naptime is for you,” Jura lifted Lyon into his arms. The icy Little huffed quietly.

“And others have already had their naps today,” Mirajane said, looking up from where Lisanna and Kinana played with each other.

Gray sighed, “Besides, they won’t just be playing while you guys are asleep,” he explained. “Juvia here will be having a snack and sitting with us. Isn’t that right, Raindrop?”

Juvia giggled, reaching for his hand.

“We’ll be setting up games for all of you to play together once you guys wake up,” Natsu explained, “And you don’t want to be too cranky to play later, do you?”

“No..” Sting sighed.

Jellal crossed his arms with a pout.

Lucy gently bounced Wendy in her arms. “Let’s get you all settled down, okay? We’ll wake you guys up when the hour is over.”

“Fine,” the Littles synchronized.

“Alright! I think everything looks pretty good,” Lucy said.

“I think so, too,” Erza said.

“We help!” Milliana exclaimed. Erza ruffled her hair affectionately, “You sure did!”

“Can we play the games now?” Kinana asked. Mirajane pulled her close, “Not yet. We need to wait for the others to wake up first.”

“Although, I don’t think that’s stopping some of them,” Kagura said.

“Oh no..” Gray murmured, watching anxiously as Juvia played with toys that loudly played some form of audio. First it was a dragon toy that had a voice box inside that would make it roar whenever you squeezed its chest, then a magic fairy wand that played music, a star necklace that lit up and played a jingle, and the list just keeps growing.

Gray honestly wondered if the Little was purposefully testing his patience given the fact that she only played with these toys after the others were still napping. She also never showed much interest in such toys before.

Not that he would lose his patience with his precious Raindrop, but he could feel the gazes of the others on his back, knowing they are slowly losing their patience with him.

He cleared his throat, grabbing Juvia’s attention. “Raindrop, maybe you should put those toys away,” he said, gently taking her current toy. “Besides, you’re supposed to be sitting with the Caregivers. I’ll let you have one quiet toy, but you have to stay with me.”

“Mmm..” Juvia murmured quietly, “Papa..”

Gray almost instantly knew what that meant. “Oh dear,” he chuckled lightly, “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

“I’ll go check on the others to make sure her playing didn’t wake up the others,” Erza said, before ducking into the back room.

Gray took Juvia into the designated changing room, then cooed at her and tickled her stomach once she was laid down onto her mat.

“We need to have a talk, sweetheart. You knew you weren’t allowed to play with any of those toys while the others were napping, right?”

Juvia sheepishly nodded.

“I’m not mad,” he quickly clarified as he started on getting her cleaned up, “But you are aware that those toys would have woken the others, right?”

“Juvi.. didn’t..” she admitted. “Juvi sorry..”

“Don’t worry about it, Raindrop. But those music toys are getting put away after this, and you’re going to have an early bedtime tonight.”

“Aww..”

He quickly changed her, getting her into a clean diaper, before taking her back out into the main room.

“Crisis averted,” Erza assured. “A couple of them were waking up, but I was able to get them to settle back down.”

“And Juvia here won’t be allowed near those noisemakers for the rest of today,” Gray assured the others.

“Thank goodness for that,” Gajeel huffed quietly. “Rogue is a pain to settle back down once he’s been woken up.”

“What Little isn’t?” Erza giggled.

“Alright, you’re sitting with me from now on, Raindrop," Gray booped Juvia's nose.

Juvia giggled.

#littletail #request #caregiver!gray #caregiver!erza #caregiver!richard #caregiver!natsu #caregiver!gajeel #caregiver!lucy #caregiver!jura #little!juvia #little!sting #little!rogue #little!levy #little!jellal #little!cobra #little!midnight #little!lyon #sfw agere

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six-of-ravens · 1 year

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well, accidentally "napped" not just in the evening but all night so I slept like 12 hours total.

#unclear why i had to do that lmao #took a nap at 7 #then when mom said ahe wasn't calling tonight was like 'ok more naptime then' so i slept until 10:22 #then was like 'well i COULD get up and shower buuuut' and slept until like 2 #then was up for an hour and a half ish and went back to sleep until 7....and then until my 8:15 alarm....#anyway. big sleep. unclear why or what affect it will have on my day lmao.

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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An Extremely Unfriendly Wager

eddie munson/fem!reader (3rd person)

Summary: Eddie's classmate hates him because of how loud he's been, when she finds out that Eddie is going to be held back and she won't get a quiet senior year without him, she snaps and demands that he let her tutor him. Eddie agrees, but not without some more fun stakes.

Content: No warnings! Just a...meet weird and me pairing eddie with any kind of deranged woman I can think of to see how he reacts. enemies to lovers but like...no lovers they just talk but u get it.

Her name was Y/N, and all she had ever wanted for her entire life was to have a moment of peace and quiet.

From the moment she awoke alongside her hoards of siblings to the moment she fell asleep in the room she shared with 2 of her sisters, somebody was talking too loud.

The only time that she ever remembered having a chance at some genuine peace and quiet was nap time in the second grade when they’d bring hers and another few classes into a big empty room full of mats, everybody would lie down, and it would be blissfully, beautifully quiet for thirty unforgettable minutes. She always stayed awake for as long as she could because she knew that it was the only time that she truly got silence.

Until Eddie Munson switched to her naptime room, and that one moment of peace she had treasured more than anything else in her short life was stolen.

Little Eddie hated nap time.

And Y/N hated Eddie for the next nine years because of it.

Y/N had seven younger siblings, two dogs, a parrot, and her parents were local radio DJs, and somehow Eddie Munson was still the single loudest human being she had ever met in her life- and by sheer bad luck or a curse passed down from her ancestors he was everywhere she went.

At first they had no classes together, then he’d fail one and have to retake it the next year with her class, and the ones he hadn’t failed seemed to be the ones that she excelled at and was allowed to take with the upperclassmen. Every year it seemed like he was in more of them until their schedules were nearly identical. Even after she got home he drove past her house on the way home from school blasting terrible music and driving like a maniac. Once she had straight up ditched class for the first time in her life just so she could go stand in the woods for a half an hour and not be bothered by anybody she found him at a secluded picnic table smoking. He was inescapable. The noise was inescapable.

He argued with teachers, tried to get them on off topic tangents, talked to other students constantly, made bad jokes, drew idiotic comparisons, drummed on his desk, clicked his pen, hummed, stood on tables and shouted during lunch- as far as she could tell he was also cursed by his ancestors and he knew that if he stopped making noise for even a second he would instantly be killed.

The only thing that kept her hanging on was knowing that he was a senior and that next year, he would be gone. Graduated. Not her problem. She’d never have to hear him bouncing his leg while wearing a fucking wallet chain again as long as she lived. Graduation was in two months and then she’d be free.

Or at least that’s what she thought.

She was in the lunchroom, sequestered into a corner. Eddie was standing on the table ranting and raving or just philosophizing to the student body about whatever garbage he had read in a zine that weekend, as he did about twice a week, when she heard words that made her blood run cold.

"They give us numbers for our value and when we're not cookie cutter enough for all these stupid pieces of paper then they make you stay for another year so they can have just a liiiitle more time to iron out anything that makes you different." He shouted, wildly gesticulating.

Y/N's eyes went wide in horror at what that seemed to mean

"Dude-did you get held back?" One of his little leather clad buddies asked, and Eddie made a face.

"Not yet because they're gonna give me 'one more chance to apply myself" but I'll tell you something right now- I still don't give a shit, and they can't make me!"

"So drop out!" Somebody from a party table shouted, to a few scattered cheers and laughs, and Eddie turned dramatically on his heel.

"Yeah, yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you. They would really like it if I just left with nothing to show for all the bullshit they put me through. No way, man. I'm walking across that stage next year and flipping the principal off so he knows that he can't break me!" His friends cheered and Y/N felt a piece of her brain sort of…break.

“Shut Up!” Y/N heard shrieked across the cafeteria loud enough for everybody to turn and look at the source. When all heads turned her way she realized that she was the one that yelled. She didn’t know when she’d stood up either.

“Well, well, well- do I have a challenger?” He asked, obviously not about to let her stop his roll.

“Just shut up. I just want you to shut the fuck up. Once. Just once. For like a second just shut up! Just shut your mouth, Eddie!” She said with more anger and conviction than she knew she had in her. Everybody stared at her and it was probably the most words that any of them had ever heard her say.

“Do what you want to silence me-It's never going to work!” He dragged out, walking towards her with a cocky gait.

“I know that. I know it’s never going to work, Eddie. You know how I know that? Because I’ve sat in front of you in class a fucking hundred thousand times and you never stop talking. I don’t even want to stop talking right now because that means that you’re going to respond! And now you’re telling me that they told you that you might get held back and you’re not even going to try to pass and I have to deal with you for another year? Do you ever think about how your actions affect others? That we have to just sit there and listen to you all day and-”

“I didn’t realize you were so obsessed with me that you were hanging on my every word.”

“How can I not hear them all when you seem to be everywhere that I fucking am? Why do you make so many speeches? What is it about you that makes you so sure that everybody wants to hear what you have to say.”

“They don’t want to hear it- but they need to. I’m only speaking the truth, even if you’re all in denial about it. And you can do what you want to try and put me in a box and shut me up so that nobody has to hear anything that challenges their worldview or-” he kept going on and on and all of a sudden Y/N just couldn’t take it.

Eddie turned around to keep ranting to the cafeteria with arms raised like a damn ringmaster, utterly delighted that somebody was reacting to his antics again, and when he turned back to face her she wasted absolutely no time reaching over and grabbing a handful of spaghetti from the nearest student and throwing it at him, hitting him right in the face.

To her credit, that did shut him up.

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Detention. Y/N had never gotten detention before, and when it was only her and Eddie in the room she regretted everything that had happened in her life that led her to this point. If this was a test by the school or maybe God or some other power of ironic fate to make her change her ways they were succeeding.

Y/N felt awkward and sufficiently embarrassed but also it was just…quiet. She closed her eyes in peace and just tried to enjoy it for as long as she could. She didn’t even care that she was in trouble anymore, or she didn’t until she heard a pop sound, and opened one eye to see Eddie leaning back in his chair, pressing his lips together and releasing them to make a little noise and then repeating the action.

“You have to stop.” She said in annoyance, and he sighed.

"We're gonna be here for like 3 hours, Y/N. You can't actually expect me to be completely silent for that long."

"I would never be stupid enough to expect that from you, Eddie. I can hope for it but I definitely don't expect it."

“Do I really annoy you that much?” He asked incredulously, and she hated how funny he seemed to think it was.

“Yes.” She said succinctly.

"Just because I'm noisy?"

"You're not just noisy, Eddie. You're the loudest person I've ever met. You take up so much space for somebody so skinny. I sat next to you in bio last year and your stuff was always on my desk and you'd get crumbs everywhere and you say stupid things sometimes and you hiss at people and I mean jesus at least your better than you used to be but you've also definitely stopped getting better. Like, yeah, you don't full on pretend to be a zombie pterodactyl for days at a time anymore and I guess you don't sometimes show up in full wizard gear and put curses on everybody anymore but like-"

"Christ, I feel like I'm in court." He complained.

"If I could arrest you, Eddie, believe me when I say that I would without hesitation. I would have done it years ago in like second grade when you started pretending to have fucking exorcist style night terrors during nap time and claim to never remember. Or when you put a ton of paint into a balloon in art class and got on the table and yelled scatter and threw it and it exploded and everything was black and it never came off my favorite shirt.” She was really going now, and Eddie was pretty sure that this was the most effective detention he had ever been subjected to. He tried to cut in, but her gesticulating and increasing volume left no room for interruption.

“And I haven't haven't mentioned when you saw Alien and went full xenomorph when people tried to talk to you I mean what the fuck, Eddie? How many times can you haul yourself on a table pretending to die before pulling your arm in your sleeve and shoving out through your collar like a chest burster so you can pull the hair of whoever was actually still concerned when they see you die again."

"Okay, kids do weird shit all the time, what about when you- uh" He faltered when he realized he started talking without an example.

"It's not just about when we were kids it's that you still do that shit. Still you randomly start howling like a werewolf when things get too quiet or boring and get up onto tables making speeches and send your wizard buddies into the cafeteria while fighting with fake swords!" She said, exasperated

“Alright. Asked and answered. Why did you never say anything?” He asked, kind of horrified and she glared at him.

“When would I have done that?” She asked bitterly, and he gave her a conceding nod of his head.

“I dunno. Standing up and yelling at me seemed pretty effective." He said with a grin.

"Is this funny to you?" She asked angrily, knowing by the glee on his face that she wasn't going to like the answer

"Kinda, yeah. I'm not sure how else to take finding out that somebody I've literally never had a conversation with hates me this much and has apparently been prepping her case since third grade. Objectively, that's pretty funny."

"Do you have a lot of conversations where other people have a chance to get a word in?"

He laughed incredulously.

"I'm not one of those screaming guys pointing from the Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I am in fact capable of listening to another person."

"You literally used to do that in Ms. Jenkins' class. You literally did that."

"Yes….I did, didn't I?" He said quietly, at least having the decency to look a little embarrassed. His instincts told him to keep teasing her but honestly he was a little worried that this girl might not be crazy in a fun way.

A moment of quiet fell when he waited for her to say something, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tried so hard to appreciate the silence but something was still tormenting her

"Are you really getting held back?"

"Looks like it." He shrugged.

She turned around to look at him "What would it take to get you to graduate?"

"I dunno, like a Bible level miracle?" He said in a joking way, hoping to break through her weird seething fury.

She thought for a moment. "Let me tutor you." She said firmly.

"Excuse me?"

"Let me tutor you."

"I heard you the first time, but I think we just established that you hate my guts and that it would take a huge amount of effort to pass this year so why would you want to do that?"

"Because I really really want a quiet senior year. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life." She asked with the kind of desperation Eddie imagined was normally only used by people that just walked through the desert for two days asking for some water.

"....no, I don't think I'm gonna do that." He said. She was weird and that was certainly intriguing but he was also getting weirded out in a bad way which didn't happen to him often.

"I'll give you a hundred dollars if you graduate." She said, and he laughed aloud.

"You will give me a hundred dollars so you can tutor me. That's insane. You're insane."

She nodded emphatically. "Yes. That might be true. I think that my brain may be permanently damaged from never getting to calibrate to the sound of silence. I have seven siblings, a parrot and two dogs. It's never going to be quiet at home but it could be quiet at school. I just want you gone, Eddie. It would fix so much." She said, so genuinely and and he was shaken to his core knowing that the girl he had sat behind for a solid decade was even more unhinged than he was.

"You don't want to be around me so you're going to spend the next 2 months working your ass off, with me for a lot of time to help me graduate? You see where this is getting confusing, yes?"

"It's It's investment that will eventually lead to greater returns. Honestly, what do you have to lose?" She asked, her voice still so weirdly begging that he was having a hard time saying no. Whether that was because he was getting more weird into her weirdness as the conversation progressed or he was worried that she would steal his eyelashes he wasn't sure.

"I guess? This is insane and I'm pretty sure that in like a day you're gonna change your mind when you see my report card but sure. I'll call that bluff." He said, leaning back and laughing,

"You think I'm bluffing?"

He leans in with a grin.

"How about we do it this way- if I graduate, I give you a hundred bucks, if you can't take it anymore and give up, then you give me a hundred bucks."

"No way. You'll just be extra annoying and not try so I'll give you money." She said with a frown. "Why can't we just do the first thing?"

"Because I don't think you're going to be able to take it and I want to add some real stakes." He said with a grin, and she looked at him with a determined face. "Let's just take money out of it altogether- in fact, I'll pay you to tutor me. Every day until finals." He said with a mischievous look. "And if you stick it out every day and I still don't graduate, I promise not to talk in the same room as you for the next year, so either way you get your quiet." He said.

"What if I give up?" She asked, and he thought.

"Hmmm….I think you should decide. What can you do for me that would equal a year of silence?"

"I….have no idea. You sure you don't want the hundred dollars?"

"Uh uh- ooh! What about if you can't take it then you have to make a lunch room speech with me. On the tables. Can be about whatever you want." He grinned, and she looked at him confused.

"Why would you want that?" She asked with a nervous laugh.

"Because I've seen you every school day for a decade and I had no idea that you were this weird until today. I think the people deserve to know."

"Seriously? That doesn't seem…equivalent."

"I can think of something worse- you also wanna be my lab partner next year. Hey, that's not a bad idea."

"I should've just left it at that."

"Yup, you should've."

"What's to stop you from just being as obnoxious as possible so you can win?"

"Hm….is my word not enough in this situation?" She shook her head.

"Okay if I bail or stop trying….man this is getting complicated-"

"If you bail or genuinely don't try….you have to let me eat lunch in your van next year."

"My van is really gross."

"Yes, but it's silent, and I don't have a car." She explained, and he nodded.

"Do we have a deal? If you can tutor me every day until finals I don't say anything in the same room as you next year, if you can't handle it then you have to make a lunch room speech with me and be my lab partner next year, and if i can't handle the tutoring then I have to let you eat lunch in my van next year." He said, sticking out a hand.

"What if you graduate?" She asked

"Well….that's what you wanted to begin with. Then it's a win-win." He said, and she raised an eyebrow. He grinned. "IIIIII get it, you want to sweeten the pot, huh?"

"I mean, if I'm getting no Eddie as a reward both times then what's to stop me from just showing up every day and not trying- and what's to stop you from just being as annoying as possible to win?"

"You have a point, there should be a best case scenario reward for us in the very unlikely instance that this actually pays off."

"Right. Something good for both of us that's worth all the work." She said thoughtfully.

"I can't really think of anything." He said honestly, and she shook her head.

"Me neither. Maybe….TBD? Decide after we know if there's….anything that both of us actually enjoy."

"I'm sure there's something." He said with a glimmer in his eye and she smiled a little.

For a moment she forgot she was talking to her one sided arch nemesis and she was about to laugh, but then she heard the sound of his wallet chain bouncing with his leg and she remembered.

"Alright, we'll decide on our grand prize later. Do we have a deal?" He asked, and stuck out his hand. She nodded resolutely and shook it.

He grinned, this was fun, but he was sure it would be over by the weekend, and Y/N closed her eyes, leaning back to enjoy the moment of silence that detention offered, and realize that maybe she was biting off more than she could chew.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x oc #stranger things #stranger things fic #tutor au

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Kim has a long day at work and all she wants is to get home and hold ian but hes asleep so she stands at his crib watching him and jimmy arrives wraps himself behind her and comforts her (and then maybe later he wakes up while kim is showering and jimmy hands him to her and they spend the rest of the night on the nursery sofa talking with ian in kims arms and her legs on jimmys lap)

Kim's had the week from hell. Multiple large cases collided at once, all demanding priority attention. On top of that, there’s an untimely flu bug going around HHM, leaving them short-staffed. Shit rolls downhill, as they say, and so Kim and the other lower level associates are feeling the pain.

Monday was busy, but almost manageable. Tuesday, she’d barely carved out twenty minutes to meet Jimmy for a quick lunch, which had fallen directly in the middle of Ian’s usual naptime--he’d slept through the entire thing. Between the late nights, the early mornings, and the last few days of working lunches at her desk, she hasn’t seen her son while he’s been awake in nearly three days. Time spent with Jimmy hasn’t been much better.

The plan is to make it home tonight at a reasonable hour. Kim doesn’t allow much to break her focus from her work, but in the couple of spare minutes she’s had today to stretch out the kinks in her neck and look forward to slowing down and catching her breath, she thinks about how nice it will be to just sit quietly at home with her boys. She’ll need to bring home files to work on over the weekend, of course, but she won’t need to come into the office for the next two days. Tonight she should even make it home in time for Ian’s bath. Jimmy will pass him to her wrapped warm and snug in an oversized towel, smelling of clean baby shampoo, and his still-damp hair will be slicked into a side-part the way Jimmy always does when it’s his turn to bathe him, looking disgustingly cute.

Naturally, more time-sensitive work comes flying in at the last minute, and an exhausted Kim doesn’t make it home until 8pm.

She hears the shower running when she walks in, locking up behind her, which can only mean Ian is asleep and Jimmy took the opportunity to escape with the baby monitor and clean up. She drops her briefcase on a chair and slips out of her shoes before padding quietly over to Ian’s crib, smiling at his peaceful sleeping face. She watches him for a while, until Jimmy steps up behind her and wraps her in a gentle hug.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I tried to keep him up but he conked out on me half an hour ago.”

“It’s fine. I’ll see him tomorrow.”

Jimmy sighs, and she’s sure he knows she’s disappointed. “We could wake him?”

“He’ll be grumpy and miserable, we’re not doing that.” She won’t indulge the selfish part of her that wants it: to wake him up just this once. Jimmy would let her, though, and it’s insane but she loves him for it. He’d wake their sleeping baby just so Kim could cuddle him for a few minutes, and he’d then weather the storm of trying to get Ian back to sleep.

“He does miss you,” Jimmy says, hugging her a bit tighter. “He told me.”

Kim leans back into him. “Oh, yeah?” “Mmhm. Something about how he knows you’re a very important kickass lawyer so he doesn’t blame you for being so busy sometimes, but he also can’t wait to spend the day with you tomorrow.”

“Very mature for a four-month-old.”

“I mean he spit his oatmeal cereal at me right after, so it’s a mixed bag, really.”

Kim laughs, turning to kiss him soundly. “Pretty sure he gets that from you.”

Jimmy hums happily into her mouth. “We both know you’re more mischievous than you let on, Wexler.”

“Slander.”

Shaking his head with a grin, Jimmy nudges her towards the bathroom. “Go take a shower, counselor. I’ll heat you up some dinner.”

Kim squeezes his hand before doing just that. She’s tempted to take an indulgently long shower, but she really is hungry, so she keeps it short. Opting for being as comfortable as possible, she dresses in her favorite pajama pants and Jimmy’s college sweatshirt.

Jimmy’s in the kitchen when she emerges, setting a place for her at the counter, and the microwave is counting down as it warms up her dinner. He stops it just before it reaches zero, avoiding the loud beep.

Kim is just sitting down to eat when there’s a noise from the baby monitor sitting on the counter. She narrows her eyes at Jimmy and he laughs, holding his hands up innocently. “I swear I didn’t do anything.”

Grinning, Kim abandons her plate of food and rushes over to Ian’s crib.

“Hey, little man,” she whispers, meeting his eyes for the first time in days and pretending there’s no waver in her voice at all.

Ian is old enough to smile now, has been doing it more and more, and seeing his face light up when he sees her is one of the best feelings in the world.

Kim scoops him up, settling him to rest his head on her shoulder. He’s clearly still sleepy and she expects he’ll be back under any minute, but just feeling him cuddle into her and curl his little fist into the neck of her shirt is enough to settle the last bit of residual stress she’s been carrying from the entire week.

“I missed you,” she murmurs, just for him.

She carries him back over to the couch, sinking down happily to sit. She closes her eyes and drifts for a little while, not letting herself fall asleep just yet. Eventually she feels Jimmy come over and sit beside her, warm and close.

Kim never thought she could have all this, that she’d even want it, but somehow she and Jimmy have managed to make a life where she can have a career and a family. She can love her job and love her kid and love her... Jimmy, and it all just works.

She drops her head onto Jimmy’s shoulder, shifting as close to him as she can and curling her legs up over his lap.

“You’re happy?” she asks lightly. She knows, really, but it’s nice to hear.

Jimmy laughs, like he can’t imagine being anything but. “Yeah, Kim.” He kisses the top of her head, rests a hand on Ian’s sleeping back. “I’m happy.”

#sappy bullshit continues!#better call saul #mcwexler #mcwexler baby au

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kiankiwi · 1 year

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ok but baby having a tantrum bc we forgot his littke bag and he's just crying until we have to stop at a store and get him a bottle and some formula so baby finally calms down and he looks at us with puppy dog eyes while drinking from a small bottle and just cuddles against us and when he finishes it and signs for more but we're like "oh baby it was formula we don't have any water left " so baby just starts to whine again

"Mama! How could you?!" Elvis screams as he requested his purple puppy plushie and you realized you had left his little bag on the bed upstairs in Graceland. "I'm so sorry baby, we were in too much of a hurry. Mama's so sorry!"After ten minutes of E screeching and sobbing, Lamar pipes up as he comes up on a grocery store near the studio. We're quick to shut him down though thinking he is just gonna make things worse but no, he has an idea. "No, No, we're coming up on Montross Grocery. We can get him some formula and maybe a binky there." Elvis eyes the grocery store and so do you. "Would you like that baby? is that okay?" You ask as Lamar waits for E to tell him to either keep going or to pull in. "y-yeah." he whimpers as he wipes at his tear sticky face.

"Alright then no more tears, bubs." Lamar stays out in the car with a still whimpering Elvis so that he doesn't get recognized while we go in on a mission to find baby formula, a sippy, a paci and some sort of stuffed animal.

We know we're on a time crunch for the studio and if we're late again the Colonel will give us hell. So we end up running around the store like a chicken with their head cut off trying to find what we need but eventually we do.

You grab the first bib, paci, bottle of water and formula can you can find before tossing a 50$ bill at the cashier and rushing back to the SUV that held Elvis inside.

"Ope, look what mama got." Lamar encourages as he pulls back out of the parking lot. Face still sticky, he claps at the sight of his grocery store stuffy and the new paci, testing it out a bit before giggling around the nipple.

And then for the one thing he really wants, he watches as we take the new bottle and pour the bottle of water into it and mix the formula into it, shaking it up quickly while E is making grabby hands at us. "Here, all better?" Elvis only answers by stuffing the nipple of the bottle of his mouth and leaning all the way back, sucking greedily at the milk. "Good, no more tears bubby. Thanks Lamar." He nods, turning into the studio parking lot. "Y'know the Colonel's gonna yell." You make a psh noise, "Psh let him yell. My first priority is E." Lamar opens the door and mutters, "Damn straight."

Two and a half hours later of laying songs down, E is looking at you through the glass in the booth, his eyes hopeful and his hands signing "more" You press a button on the sound board so he can hear you, "I'm sorry sweetie, there isn't any more water for the formula bub. But I promise I'll make you one when we go home before naptime okay?" Elvis pouts but goes back to singing, he'll have to be okay with that and it gives him something to look forward to.

#littleelvispresley #littlespaceelvis #little!e #kiwiswriting

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boymounter · 7 months

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and why yes cas does have a fuckoff bighuge fluffy bed for him to sit in taking up half of my desk, it's what he deserves. until i got this thing he'd just walk back and forth in front of me for an hour for my attention, now i get maybe five minutes of having to pet and adore him before he goes in for the kill (naptime)

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nami-healer · 1 year

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Chapter 2: April 21st 2032 – Lunar Madness

Your live sessions with Naptime/Moon begins today. It wouldn't be a session with the Security Gremlin of the Plex if he didn't get up to something now.

Night shift sucked. 9pm start with a 6am finish. The only upside of these shifts were that you were actually paid to sleep if you finished your work before the doors unlocked, the beds were even kind of comfortable. Despite being displeased at the 2am time, and currently being stuck in the cylinder at work with the embodiment of chaos, you had to agree night was the best time for this work. No rushing to finish the work in a sad little shift before opening or racing the doors before they locked on a close down one. Overnight gave you 9 whole hours with no interrupting parents, kids and best of all, no managers.

It was just you, a handful of night guards and the robots, a loud clatter reminded you of the presence of someone else running around maintenance, reminding you that you also had Al in with you tonight. It was a rarity to be in overnight with someone else, but this situation didn’t really count as a dual night shift, Freddy had collapsed on the stage again today. Poor Al had been so submersed in repairs and rifling through code to find the issue he hadn't kept track of time. He hadn’t pulled himself out of the bears chest until an hour ago when you had spotted him in the cylinder and knocked on the glass.

You had been bringing Daytime down, holding his hand as always, for Naptime’s live coding session. When you saw it was occupied, shocked you had knocked on the glass window in the door, scaring at least 10 years off the poor mechanic who had supposed to have left at 10pm. You had known he planned on staying later than that as he’d asked you if he could use the cylinder for another hour and half. You been booked in to take the Attendant in at 10, as a good co worker, you’d agreed to lose some time and decided to give Daytime some TLC, you’d accidentally spent longer than intended on his cleaning and painting than you meant to but he looked fantastic. You’d even managed to paint his eyes back on with the proper paint, the stuff shouldn’t just peel off like the crap you’d had to use for the last year, you had made him look brand new almost.

Daytime had helped out with taking Freddy up to his green room, the bear was strangely unstable on his feet once he was powered back on. The poor bear had apparently had a serious malfunction due to some compatibility issues with a couple new parts, he’d received a new voice box that had been redesigned with parts to stop it wearing down as quickly and an experimental new battery. The battery hadn't been compatible with the metal in his casing and the voice box, judging by the way it was scattered across the table in the cylinder with you still, had somewhat exploded.

Al was supposed to be relaxing in one of the break rooms upstairs having something to eat, but he’d wandered down to stare at the blue prints of the new parts instead. The extent of the issues they caused stumping the man. You’d watched him out the corner of your eye as you buckled Daytime to the chair, wondering if you should push the issue of food you doubted he’d eaten at all in the last 8 hours since Freddy's collapse. Ultimately though you’d decided Al was a big boy, besides you’d already informed him you would let moon out to terrorize him if he had a funny turn earlier on.

You had glanced over at Al, away from the shit eating grin that Naptime was offering you instead of answering your questions, at the loud clatter to make sure he hadn't keeled over or something. You assumed the crazed gesturing and muffled swearing meant he wasn't broken and turned back to the headache of codes on your laptop.

“Attendant” You began again, he tilted his face 90 degrees to the left staring at you, making you sigh he was being a pain tonight “Let’s pretend we’re doing nap time in the daycare. Three children are asleep already” A pleased whine emitted from Naptime he liked the well behaved children in all the scenarios you’d presented so far “But there are two that aren’t, one is sleepy but doesn’t want to sleep and the other isn’t tired at all but old enough they don’t have to nap” Naptime lets out an upset hum, irritation at the suggestion of a naughty child according to your laptop readings “How do you handle that?”

He cackles “Naughty Children must be Puni-”

“No” you cut him off exasperated, you wondered if blacklisting the word ‘punished’ would help you figure out this fractured code. You take a deep breath, squashing down the frustration, you had to find a way to get him out of this loop, or at least find the point were the loop resets back to punishment and open it up “You cant punish them, that’ll make Daytime sad and would probably wake up the other children. What can you do, that wont upset the other children?”

He lets out a small whine, your eyes flicking between him, his code and the AI readings on the laptop in front of you, he appeared to have to be thinking harder than you thought he would have to about this “Book?”

It was quiet, almost like he was unsure but the excitement that surged in you wasn't, after an hour you had managed to get him to think out of the loop. “YES” You accidentally shout, startling the animatronic and judging by the distant curse Al too “Sorry” You clear your throat “Sorry, I got excited for you, that was such a good answer, a story would help put the sleepy child to sleep and a book would help keep the older one quiet and entertained”

Naptime smiled a little before fully spinning his face, thinking hard “Dance? I think I danced with them once”

He seemed to have broken out of the loop for this scenario for now, you could use the data collected to make sure it stayed broken by matching up the codes from the AI reading, you begin to compare the outputs trying to find exactly at what point in the code he had to think around.

“According to your files” You answer his question softly while reading “You would have some of the best dance battles some of the workers had ever seen trying to get kids to sleep” You had arrived at the Plex after nap time had been removed, Naptime had been out of childcare work for several years and been a full time security bot the entire time you’d been here.

You read quietly for a few minutes while Naptime’s fans whirred quietly, his chaos gone while he thought. He was probably trying to to find the memories of him with the kids, the virus had corrupted a lot of his memories, you didn’t know if he’d lost any core memories, ones that would assist him in his tasks, but you knew he still had plenty uncorrupted from his earlier days to be able to eventually relearn the job. It was honestly a godsend that the Attendants has separate AI and memory cores, it saved him from being totally scrapped as Daytime was totally functional.

Whoever had played with their coding had only implanted the virus into Naptime, they had messed with some of Daytimes coding, they had fully expected Naptime to infect Daytime over time. It saved them, that cluelessness.

You spot a section of code that had been skipped right as the loop break had happened, you focus on it, it had looked totally harmless on your first run through of the codes when you started. Looking more closely at it you saw that it was just a well hidden nasty add on that made it hard to access his data banks and redirected his line of thought to punishments. You would have to remove it carefully, probably have to rewrite most of it totally. For now, you would code in a skip so he would ignore the malicious protocol, a major edit like that had to be done offline. Work-arounds and minor edits can only be done in live sessions, they were mostly used as hunting trips, you grab a pen from your pocket and scribble a note on one of the million sticky notes littered all over your workspace.

*BEEEEEEEEEP*

You flinch, aggressively smacking your Fazwatch to shut it up, 3am. You’d set the alarm to remind yourself to eat. You were hungry, you idly wondered if Al was still about to get your food for you. A cursory glance around the room dashed those hopes, he must have gone to check on Freddy or disappeared off to one of the staff overnight rooms. You tap in a new alarm for 45 minutes time, deciding to end your session then, go eat then try to get an hours nap before disappearing home. Naptime chuckled menacingly, you needed to fix that laugh, he was likely incredibly bored being tied down to a chair when he was normally running around like a gremlin on a sugar high. He confirmed it when he began swaying in his seat, tugging somewhat at the restraints on his arms.

“Almost done” You soothed “Last question for the night. Ready?”

You look at him to confirm, he shows all his teeth with the wide smile he gives you, it isn't exactly friendly but it doesn’t feel like a threat either. So you assume that was a ‘Yes’.

“Okay then” You sigh, headache reappearing “An unregistered adult comes to collect a child from the Daycare. The child says they don’t know them and seems afraid. How do you handle the situation?”

Naptime continues to wiggle in his seat, humming as he considers his options. You can see his AI running through protocols on your screen so you let him take his time to think, getting up to check the straps on his wrists were still secure, they seemed far too loose now he was moving. His left particularly moved far too freely.

His right arm, the closest to you, was firmly fastened still just barely loose enough to allow the wiggly movements. So you dodged around the wires plugged into him, ducking under the headrest of his seat, you go to check his left arm. Before you get round to see he lets out another menacing laugh, your stomach turns with nerves, he was too excited about something. You strongly expected to see something you didn’t want to when you got to his left.

You roll your shoulders as you straighten up from the odd crouched crab walk you had done to get under his head. You freeze mid roll, the little escape artist, his left arm was completely unbuckled. You had no idea when he had managed to pull that off without you noticing. Fastening him back down could go really well, or really badly. You couldn’t leave him unfastened though.

He lets out a series of clicks in your ear as you take a second to consider your options. You had your taser but little to no practice with pulling it out it wouldn't be much good to you if he wanted to do any damage to you, on the upside the nerves he caused by unfastening himself may amuse him enough to let you fasten him back down you’d most definitely have to do his upper arms now for security. The malicious code he had was still in effect, so you had no idea how he would turn.

Nervously, you step up to his arm, trying to hide the shake to your hand. You needed to pretend this didn’t rattle you, he knew it did but the lie was for your own sake. You had spent so many nights convincing yourself you weren’t afraid of Naptime’s unpredictability that couldn’t allow yourself to believe you were.

“Naptime this is unacceptable” The scolding was quiet, more nervous sounding than you wanted.

You grab the leather strapping, feeding the cord back through the slots in the armrest, he watches intently. How had you not seen him undoing this? You really dropped the ball allowing this to happen. As you go to fasten the cord together he moves. He’s got your arm, his whole hand wrapped tightly around your wrist and forearm. You’re proud of yourself when you don’t yelp in fear.

“Are you going to hurt the only staff member that's trusted you in years?” You ask him plainly, anxiety colouring your tone, as he pulls you closer you allow it with no fight hoping it would improve your chances of coming out of this encounter intact. Your arm was pulled across his open chest now, leaving you off balance and very close to his face. At this point you could admit to yourself you were afraid of what he could do, not him per say, but of what he was capable of with the bugged codes.

He pushed you away as quickly as he pulled you in, letting go of you, looked away from you like he couldn’t stand to admit anything with you staring at him before whispering “It hurt”

You froze, brain moving sluggishly as you processed the small sounding admission, then it hit you you’d put pressure on his sensors in a bad way with the strapping as they weren’t specifically designed for him, the Glamrocks were okay with them because they were built differently to him, less sensitive then he was.

“It hurt? Where?” You held out the hand he’d just released allowing him to rest his wrist on you palm, running you fingers up his arm, looking for dents or marks.

Your brain had moved on from fear already to concern for your Attendant, totally redirected by his comment. You couldn’t feel any damage, meaning it was likely prolonged pressure caused pain.

He pulls away suddenly “There” You definitely didn’t feel anything on the indicated spot but fully intended to take a closer look.

You crouch, bending down that low would be murder on your back, you thumb over the spot gently feeling for anything. You don’t feel anything.

“Is it still hurting?” You ask, squinting at the arm making sure there’s also no visual damage to him.

“It started to go away after I unfastened myself” He sounds confused, when you look up he’s staring at you like you’re an oddity.

“Alright if it doesn’t go away completely tell me and we can do some maintenance on the arm” You nod at him.

You check the time, 3:20. You may as well set him loose and continue the live protocols checks next week, when you have a whole weekend booked up with overnight shifts. You’ll have plenty of time to run through the million questions he has to correctly answer then, maybe you’ll have a proper harness for him then or even have him loose since he clearly can work his way through the bad code and do the right things.

“I would contact the local authorities” He states to you before you can move to suggest ending the session, at your questioning look he continues before you can ask “The stranger in the daycare, I would contact the local authorities, make sure the child is safe inside the daycare and keep him restrained away from the children. Preferably in the side office by the entrance of the daycare so the authorities can get to him faster.”

You smile, that was a perfect answer from him, granted he had ignored the human staff in the situation but he knew the answer “Perfect answer Naptime” He cycled his vents at you, likely scoffing at the praise “I'm going to end our session now, ill unlock the cylinder after I get you unplugged and you can get on with your patrols”

“Eat” He huffs out the word, looking almost embarrassed “Day wants you to eat”

You smile, Daytime was powered off while you worked on Naptime, but you allow his lie. He was still being nice, and it was a step up from chasing you down like on your first overnight shift after you forgot to turn on the Daycare lights. Besides, Daytime would definitely be scolding you for ignoring to eat, especially if he saw you turn off the 3am alarm since he'd made you promise to set it in the first place.

“Promise” You flip the strap over his arm, positioning it so it would look fastened if Al happened to wander in at any point.

He stares at his falsely fastened arm in shock, and you gently shush him “Our secret” you whisper conspiratorially at him. You get your first genuine smile from him.

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