#moon replies

despite you trying to coax him into saying “mama” all the time, it never really works. not the way you want it to. he does end up doing that ‘mamama’-sound every now and then, and even offends both you and natasha by babbling ‘dadada’ as well — but that doesn’t count. according to you, it doesn’t.

it isn’t pointed, after all. it’s not directed at anyone. it keeps both you and niko entertained, sure, but it’s not that first word you’ve been dying to hear.

when he does decide it’s time to finally grant you that first real word, he makes sure everyone hears.

7.53am, east side of campus. you’re both chugging coffee as you hurry toward the entrance. not paying much attention to where you’re going, you almost run straight into a guy on a bike. he yells, but you barely notice.

”is he okay?”, natasha mumbles, rubbing her eyes and trying to peek at niko in his stroller. he’s screeching and shaking his sippy cup like a rattle.

”he’s the only one who got more than five hours of sleep”, you deadpan. “humor him.”

as if to agree with you, he tosses the sippy cup and hits a trash can. it bangs, a startled student looks up from her laptop, and you eye the sad puddle of milk on the pavement.

the lecture hall is crammed. the professor is standing in front of the class, a stack of papers in his hands. the moment you see it, you almost whip around and leave.

natasha grabs your hip. “no, you’re staying.”

”i’m not doing this”, you hiss. “i barely slept.”

the professor gives you a look. you’re both famous and infamous on campus by now. everyone loves niko, but not many love having an infant sitting in class with them.

”romanoff, y/l/n”, the professor calls out. “i can see you guys up there. sit down, it’s pop quiz time.”

you give her a pleading look. she just tugs you closer by the waist and presses a kiss to your forehead, then she ushers you to your seat.

one by one, students receive the pop quiz. you’re sitting on the far end of the last row, mainly to not block anyone’s way and to be able to keep the stroller next to you. however, you’re struggling. niko’s way too chipper to sit still for the next 20 minutes, and your attempts at distracting him — picture book, stuffed animal, fake car keys — all fall flat. 

the professor notices. he knows it isn’t easy, having to both take care of a baby and study. most of the time, he helps you out. when you see him walk up to you, you know he’s about to save your asses yet another time.

”feel free to”, you say immediately. natasha nods wordlessly — she doesn’t let many people hold niko, but your professor has been deemed safe. 

niko doesn’t care who’s holding him. stranger danger is past. he loves everyone now, which is somewhat of a relief. you don’t want him to be too trusting, but sometimes, it’s practical to be able to just drop him off with someone.

suddenly, it’s silent aside from rollerball and fountain pens gliding across paper. students clear their throat every now and then, or take a sip of water, but nobody’s speaking. 

you’re doing your best to stay focused — both of you. the only issue is that your son, still being bounced gently by the professor, has started to grow restless. he’s tugging at the man’s tie, whipping his head around to look for you, squealing quietly at the most random things.

your professor makes a grave mistake. assuming your presence will soothe him, he makes his way back up the stairs and to your seat. with each step, niko’s feet kick harder. he grunts when he spots natasha.

silence. you’re staring at the quiz in front of you as you try to decide whether answer A or D is correct. maybe both are.

then, without much of a warning, niko goes rigid. he cranes his head as he finally seees you. a squeal warns you of the incoming noise. his voice cuts through the quiet air.

”mama!”, he says. “mamama.”

two pens drop. natasha and you freeze at the same time, and so does the rest of the room. niko looks around, confused by the sudden lack of movement, before he starts squirming again. 

“looks like we know who’s getting an A”, your professor comments. “you seem surprised. first word?”

“uh huh”, natasha says, blinking. “really picked his moment there.”

“that’s your doing.”

“could’ve been a swear word, so stop complaining.”

the class is slowly returning to their pop quiz. niko kicks his feet, squirming again, and your professor turns around.

The Shane Gang and Collectables

I can see them collect random items. I think everyone collects something at some point.

Kord: I think most of his 'gotta collect stuff' urges are satisfied by him having exclusive access to new mecha beast features and upgrades. Do you know what he does collect tho? The Slugterra equivalent to Playbills. You cannot tell me Kord isn't a theatre kid.

Trixie: Trixie collects anything slug related. Trading card, special coins that have slugs on them!

Pronto: Aside from his own personal memorabilia, he collects anything he thinks is valuable. Has his own treasure chest where he keeps the shiniest golden coins and such.

Eli: He collects toy mecha beasts and blaster models. Anything that SCREAMS Slugterra culture he gets bcs its entirely new to him.

Junjie: He collects stuff that is exclusively from the 99 Caverns, to remember his adventures in the Western Realm by. This varies by Shane Gang collectables to simple rocks on the ground. The most important thing is that it has a 99 Caverns memory attached to it.

K-Pop Demon Hunters Headcanons

Omg, I totally should try and make some. I have watched the movie like 8 times already lmao Imma make it 10 this week.

I shall make, a separate post :3