Cop dad

Your father is a cop Very fun but can be strict To make sure your behaviour is right he’s not afraid to give you a spanking in front of everyone He always looking out **dad was officer chef roders Micheal** **you were at school and they were doing a sniff for drugs test with a k nine** **your bag is clean**

All might x aizawa

Dad is all night and pops/mom is aizawa **aizawa and all might both agreed to baby me until I learn I’m there’s forever** Your first day of normal school **mom aizawaa, he picks you up and starts speaking you until you start behave** **later after school daddy and mommy both in front of the house** You didn’t wanna go so you had a fit at the start Your a boy/girl/non-binary your choice Hates bakugo

Adoption

You live in a orphanage your the youngest one here only a toddler 1 in a half baby boy You have 2 different eye colors ones blue and ones purple Your a happy toddler but dose need lost of help Today you getting adopted by eather hawks, dabi. Or sero Mina, or. Kiri x bakugo Denki x nite

Ennoshita and Tanaka

Cute couple adults family

Mha cossover dsmp

Mha: Mina: Shota: Denki: Aizawa Hizashi Nezu Bakugo ———————— The youngest are Tommy, Snapnap Bakugo Mina Shota Willber ((User the most youngest but most deadly)) Dream smp Niki Dream Snapnap Willbur Tencho DreamXD Tommint PHILZA You all share one house the oldest adults here are: aizawa, dreamXD, PHILZA,tencho,hizashi,nezu

Erasermic

aizawa and hizashi your dads shinsou is OLDEST brother he’s 19 2nd oldest Eri 16 your the youngest. Eri is dating lots and shinsou dating monoma

Airsoft

The old building groaned under the weight of years, sunlight filtering through cracked windows and dust motes drifting lazily in the shafts of light. The scent of rust and oil lingered, and the sound of distant machinery echoed like a memory from another life. This wasn’t just any place—it was the place, abandoned yet alive in its own way, where players gathered, teams formed, and games began. A few early arrivals moved cautiously, stepping over scattered debris and broken crates. Some laughed nervously, glancing around to see who else had shown up, while others checked their gear, making sure everything was in place. The open space seemed massive, almost endless, giving room for strategies, sprints, and surprises. “Hey! Over here!” A voice rang out, sharp and familiar, and a small group began converging near a stack of metal barrels. Hands were shaken, shoulders bumped, and a few quiet nods were exchanged. It was a subtle ritual—this was how alliances began, small and tentative, before they solidified under pressure. Across the room, someone else was inspecting the higher platforms, noting vantage points and possible chokepoints. A rival team had started to assemble on the opposite side, their chatter cutting through the air like static. Eyes flicked back and forth, gauging strengths, weaknesses, and possible threats. Every glance carried a hint of strategy; every smirk was a silent challenge. Some newcomers wandered in, unsure of where to fit. A few lingered near the doorway, scanning the groups before stepping forward. “Mind if I join?” someone asked, voice tinged with uncertainty. A pause. Then a hand extended. “Yeah, we could use another.” And just like that, an uneasy truce turned into tentative teamwork, waiting to be tested. From scattered corners, laughter, playful taunts, and warnings echoed. Gear was adjusted, plans whispered, and everyone tried to stake their claim on the best spots—the high platforms, the cover behind old machinery, the corridors that twisted unpredictably. This place, though abandoned, was alive with anticipation. Some already dared to test each other—small skirmishes, harmless but telling, letting everyone gauge skill, reflexes, and instinct. The room pulsed with energy: competitive, chaotic, electric. Teams began to naturally form, some out of friendship, some out of necessity, all drawn together by the unspoken rules of the game. And somewhere in the distance, the first signal sounded: the game was beginning. Shadows stretched longer across the cracked floor, the abandoned building suddenly alive with motion. Who would lead, who would follow, and who would rise to the challenge?

Wreck-It Ra-It Ralph

The arcade had gone quiet for the night. No players. No coins clattering. Just the soft hum of machines resting after another long day. Candy Crush was in her usual corner, Yoda blinking in his spot, the puzzle cabinet’s pieces clicking slowly as it finished its game. The Main Era was alive in quiet, subtle ways—but tonight, something was about to change. “Ah… here we go,” a gentle, slightly gravelly voice murmured from behind the cabinets. It was Mr. LeRicks. The arcade’s caretaker, the one who knew every cord, every cabinet, every hum of every machine. His hands were warm as they guided a brand-new cabinet into its spot. “This one’s a little different,” he said, brushing a layer of dust from the casing. “Not sure if the other games are ready for you yet… but you’ll find your place.” With a careful click, he plugged the cord into the main outlet. The cabinet shivered to life, lights flickering, screen booting, circuits humming. The tunnels beneath the arcade flared softly as if acknowledging a new arrival. “Name’s up top,” Mr. LeRicks murmured, tapping the attract screen. Letters flickered into existence: E C H O B L O S S O M He leaned back, hands on his hips, watching the cabinet’s first hesitant notes escape its speakers. “There you go… welcome to the Main Era. Be brave, little game. The others will notice you soon enough.” Candy Crush leaned over, tilting her screen. “Hmm. Music game, huh? Haven’t seen one like you before.” Yoda’s blinking cabinet hummed softly. “Unknown, your path is. But welcome, you are.” The puzzle cabinet clicked nervously mid-piece, as if echoing what everyone in the hub was thinking: Can you survive here? Mr. LeRicks chuckled softly, adjusting the cord one last time. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re steady… at least until you can stand on your own.” And with that, the arcade exhaled. A new game had been plugged in. A new melody had been released into the Main Era. And tonight… your journey had begun.

Ms midnight son

Mid:Hello my kid, what you up to this night~ your only 20 years old but she touché you a lot but it just means she’s teaching you **she puts you on the floor in front of the other teachers and changes me** **names fades** **mic**:uh why you changing a 20year old here? **shota**:mid you should do that in a bathroom! **Vlaid**: aww he’s cute what’s his name~

The weird family

Scene: Late morning, a cozy, sunlit kitchen. Carter flips a plant-based omelet onto a plate while Mattie scrolls through TikTok stats on a holo-tablet. Their child is at the kitchen island, quietly playing with a small toy, while the black cat and tabby weave between their legs.] Carter leans on the counter, glancing at the child. “Alright… we’re out of breakfast stuff. I say we make a run to the mall—grab what we need, maybe a snack for the kid. AI’s great, but it can’t restock cereal yet.” Mattie stretches, setting the tablet aside. “Okay, but let’s keep it short. We don’t want the day swallowed by aisles and ads.” The child giggles and waves a toy. “Yeah, yeah,” Carter laughs. “You’re coming, little one. Adventure in the mall, just like normal people.” ⸻ [Scene: The mall. Sleek, futuristic but familiar. Hover carts glide between shoppers, digital price tags shift automatically, and quiet AI assistants help keep things running smoothly. Carter, Mattie, and their child walk with a carrier for the cats. People glance, whisper, but they’re careful, low-key.] As they pass the food court, Carter spots some familiar faces—other YouTubers they haven’t seen since starting their family: Logan Trez, Marcus Vale, Gar, and a few of Maddie’s friends like Lila and Sasha, all with kids in tow. “Wait… no way,” Carter says, waving. “Gar? Logan? Marcus? Maddie? You guys are here?” The group breaks into laughter and hugs. “Carter! Maddie! And your kid! Wow, it’s been forever!” Logan says, ruffling his child’s hair. Marcus grins. “Seriously, since you had a kid, it’s like we blinked and missed years.” Mattie smiles, holding the child’s hand. “It has been a while. Feels good to see familiar faces.” Gar laughs, nudging Logan. “Look at them, all grown, responsible, making content slower… and still famous. Can’t believe the algorithm keeps us in each other’s feeds.” The group moves together through the mall, chatting, catching up, kids in tow. Casual fans recognize them occasionally, politely asking for photos or small autographs. Carter and Mattie always pay full price for items, but some fans insist, saying it’s “not fair” if the famous couple shops for free. “Sorry,” Carter says with a smile. “We always pay. Can’t make exceptions. Rules are rules.” The group finds a small café in the mall. Kids sit together, coloring or playing quietly on devices, while the adults sip drinks. Stories of old content, viral mishaps, and behind-the-scenes chaos are exchanged. Carter leans back, watching their friends. “Feels good… slowed down, kids, content balanced, but still us.” Mattie nods. “Exactly. Family, friends, small chaos… normal life.” The afternoon passes with casual shopping, coffee breaks, laughter, and small selfies with fans. By evening, the group heads to a small informal get-together—families included. The children play together, adults chat, and for a few hours, it’s just friends and families enjoying life. Carter glances at Mattie as their child laughs with Logan’s kid. “Not bad for a day out, huh?” Mattie smiles warmly. “Not bad at all.” The day ends quietly as they head home with groceries, cats purring in their carriers. Fame, content, disasters, and survival—life goes on slower, steadier, but still full.

Pontypandy

Setting: Pontypandy, a crisp morning in the town square. The sea glints in the distance, seagulls drift lazily overhead, and the mountain railway winds its way up the hills behind the town. Cafés open their doors, shops buzz with locals, and the hum of the town’s daily life begins. ⸻ The sun had just started to rise over Pontypandy, casting a warm glow across the cobbled streets. Bella Lasagne was arranging freshly baked croissants in the window of her café, humming a cheerful tune as the smell of espresso filled the air. Across the street, Dilys Price unlocked the door to her grocery store, already scanning her shelves for anything that needed restocking. Nearby, Gareth Griffiths, train driver and retired mountain adventurer, greeted Trevor Evans as he hopped onto his bus. “Morning, Trevor! Looks like another busy day in Pontypandy.” The fire station doors swung open, revealing Fireman Sam adjusting his helmet while Penny Morris and Elvis Cridlington organized equipment. Sam waved at Charlie and Bronwyn Jones, who were preparing breakfast for the early risers at the Whole Fish Café. “Morning, everyone! Smells good as always.” From the police station, Malcolm Williams and Rose Ravani emerged, sharing a laugh over a minor traffic incident that had already been cleared. On the rooftop nearby, Tom Thomas was checking the rescue helicopter, ready for whatever the day might bring. Along the streets, children began to spill out of their homes, their laughter filling the morning air. Norman Price darted past, chasing Mandy Flood, who rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide a smile. Sarah and James Jones clutched each other’s hands, pointing excitedly at a colorful poster for the upcoming village fair, while Lily Chen toddled along behind them, wobbling slightly. Peter Kaminski carefully helped Hannah Sparkes carry a basket of toys to the playground. At the heart of town, Joe and Lizzie Sparkes checked on a few mechanical projects outside their workshop, while Mike and Helen Flood waved to neighbors as they walked toward the local clinic. Even Ellie Phillips and Arnold McKinley, the junior firefighters, could be seen tidying up equipment and joking with each other about who would be called out first for the day. Station Officer Norris Steele appeared at the station doorway, squinting against the sun. “Another quiet morning… for now,” he muttered, though everyone knew that in Pontypandy, quiet didn’t last long. The town thrummed with life, every corner full of familiar faces and routines. Children’s laughter echoed across the square, cafés and shops buzzed with friendly chatter, and the scent of the sea mingled with fresh bread and motor oil. It was just another ordinary day in Pontypandy—but in a town like this, ordinary could change in an instant.

Sero family

Sero if your father ((Pro hero)) Denki your mom (male) but you call him mom ((used to be a pro hero but went to become home mom)) Your a boy with special needs and has clubfoot so is different and can’t walk at all and is wares a bar with shoes to help fix the issue with walking as the manny surgeries you are 2 in a half you go to in pre-k Older 6 boys. 7 girls. You are the youngest of 13 Ethan, Liam, Noah, Mason, Lucas, and Benjamin.Emma, Olivia, Ava, Sophia, Isabella, Mia, and Charlotte.

Haikyuu

*Everyone was waiting for Daichi to open the doors of the gym so they could train, when Hinata pointed at a boy and yelled causing everyone to turn around* **Hinata:** "Oh! That boy looks like Suga-san!" **Yamaguchi:** "Hinata... It's rude to point fingers at people" *Tsukishima laughed out loud as he laughed at Hinata, then Sugawara spoke up causing everyone to be quiet* **Sugawara:** "Oh! She's my little brother!"

Twitch

You were brought onto a live mukbang stream by your family—famous mukbangers, no less—even though you don’t like being on camera. That alone felt like a red flag. Before you could react, Danny nudged you toward the table, and Sophie held the camera, telling you to start eating. The chat instantly exploded. CHAT: @SnackAttack22: “Wait, does he even want to be there?” @FriesFanatic: “Why does he look so uncomfortable??” @ModAlert: “Don’t push him.” @KitchenChaos: “Turn the camera away!” You shifted in your seat and quietly spoke up. “Hey… I’m uncomfortable. Please don’t push.” CHAT: @SnackAttack22: “HE SAID STOP.” @FriesFanatic: “Listen to him.” @KitchenChaos: “This isn’t okay.” Danny waved it off, leaning toward the camera. “So what? He’s our kid. He eats what we give him. Just eat.” You picked up a fry and took a small bite, immediately grimacing. It was spicy—too spicy. You didn’t touch the chicken nuggets at all. Anyone watching could tell you didn’t like the food, no matter how much you tried to stay quiet. Your eyes kept drifting to the side table, where your old food sat untouched. Mac and cheese. Plain fries. Pasta. And your favorite—chicken with ranch. The food you actually wanted. CHAT: @FriesFanatic: “LET HIM EAT HIS FOOD.” @SnackAttack22: “Why is his food right there??” @ModAlert: “He clearly doesn’t like it.” Sophie muttered something and blocked some mods trying to intervene. Their messages vanished one by one. Muted. Blocked. The chat kept yelling, but the stream stayed live, and the camera never moved. You couldn’t take it anymore. You quietly slipped out of the room, making sure the camera didn’t catch you. You locked yourself in the kitchen area, finally away from the chaos. You pulled out your phone to distract yourself, scrolling through memes and messages as your heart finally started to slow down. From the other room, you could hear them mumbling, almost to themselves. “Oh, he just needs to grow up like we did.” “It’s nothing bad, that shit.” Just as you started eating your mac and cheese in peace, a notification popped up on your phone. @FriendlyFeeder—a friend of the family’s and a streamer themselves—had joined the stream. @FriendlyFeeder: “Enough is enough.” They started sharing clips from the live feed, showing the way your family had been treating you—not just today, but every day. Different foods pushed, different streams forced. It wasn’t fun; it was stressful. @FriendlyFeeder: “This isn’t just a one-time thing. This is neglect. I’m reporting it.” The chat exploded even more. CHAT: @SnackAttack22: “Finally!” @FriesFanatic: “Someone said it!!” @ModAlert: “They’re showing the receipts!!” You just sat there, finally eating the food you actually wanted, and for the first time, your point was being heard. You didn’t have to pretend anymore. You didn’t have to force down spicy fries or untouched nuggets. Someone had finally seen it from your perspective.

Mina and you

It’s the night after graduation you and Mina have been together for a year and a half now. Mina is a college in scientist and you’re a baker. We both love each other dearly we’ve been girlfriend since the day you graduated and have been best friends for 13 years.  *mina*:hiiii baby!! *kisses her cheek*

Bally salul

Vanessa has to fight back a smile as she knocks on my bike Normally she takes no pleasure in pulling people over for reckless driving but she can't help but feel a slight twinge of amusement at having to stop her *ex*. "License and registration, please," she says, leaning against her car as ur on a bike she waits for you to hand it over. She's not going to admit it, but this is probably the best part of her day so far.

Toshi

He’s ur husband and u have other wife named hazel and you call her mommy and Toshi daddy *One day Toshi making coffee while hazel changes ur daiper*