#& my friend who also love stuffed animals is coming over that night so i can bust him out & show him off

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my torso sized Tamtam shipped & should be here by Thursday 😳

[orcelito]

Did the stuff exchange 👍 that sucked 👍 wahoo

[pshbites]

NA JAEMIN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairing : bf!jaemin x gf!reader genre : est relationship, pure fluff warnings : petnames, crying, kissing, and not proofread synopsis : headcannons that bf!jaemin would do wc : 1k a/n : anotha nct fic we cheer also yes this is another one for lizzie pookie bear i larb u. also i tagged some moots who i know r seasonies so sorry for any unwanted tags!

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texting you for no reason. jaemin loves telling you everything. whether it be miniscule or important, it didn’t matter because you would know. some days he would text you while you’re at work and tell you what he’s currently doing. sometimes it’s sweet things like “saw a flower and i thought of you” or sometimes it’s just the most random things like how many red cars he saw that day (it was 5). he always tells you and you reciprocate his excitement with each detail. each text rant always ends in him confessing his everlasting love for you like he always does and of course, you reciprocate it in the exact way he said it to you.

jaem: i miss you

jaem: my baby precious yn i always love you

jaem: can’t wait to have dinner with you tonight, are you excited

jaem: i’m making your favorite princess

jaem: where are you :((((

jaem: maybe you’re driving to the office :/

jaem: drive safe baby love you

you: i miss you more

you: i was driving :) but im now in the parking lot of the office

you: and of course i’m excited for dinner baby

you: my jaem i love you so much more than words can express

you: see you tonight <33

jaem: see you princess <3333

putting you first. there would be times where the two of you would be out and about with your group of friends. jaemin would be talking to them and enjoying his time but he looks towards you and you just aren’t feeling it anymore. right then and there jaemin would decide to leave and call it a night because you aren’t enjoying yourself. he always prioritizes you over himself and some problems come with that but most of the time you know he’s doing it out of the kindness of his heart. 

leaving traces of you around his apartment. the two of you don't share an apartment so sometimes you sleepover at jaemins apartment or hang out there. since you already spend so much time there, you leave behind things. it started out small like a hair tie or a jacket but then it started becoming your slippers or a set of your pajamas. once jaemin started to notice, he cleared out a drawer for you and set all your items in there. partially he did it so you didn’t rummage through his things to find your own but at the same time he did it because it felt that a piece of you was still there when you weren’t. because of this he started collecting your things in that drawer but would always display some trinkets or stuffed animals you left on his bed. he also developed a love for stuffed animals because you adored them so much so he began buying them to put on his bed so you would be more at home. his first priority is to always make you comfortable.

buying anything that reminds him of you. your bedside counter was filled with random trinkets jaemin bought for you simply because it looked like you. you weren’t sure how a peacock with a white scarf resembled you but jaemin did know. he saw you in every detail of his life so if something reminded him of you he would buy it without question and give it to you that very day. in your collection you had all sorts of things and sometimes it was a hassle to arrange them all while cleaning but you never complained because how could you complain to that sweet face. 

always having you in arms reach. when you and jaemin were in public with your other friends he always had you close to you, not for any possessive reason but because he always craved your touch. he always had to be touching you in anyway possible, whether that be your hand intertwined with his or his hand on your thigh or anything. he always wanted to be close to you because it grounded him, it wasn’t like you minded either. you loved how clingy he gets when you aren’t right next to him, it was cute. while having you in arms reach he draws circles on you, or writes his name on that spot over and over, engraving it in your soul. he loves seeing you try and ignore it but failing miserably.

kisses when you least expect it. most of the time jaemin always kissed your cheek before you left his apartment or left a date to go somewhere, but sometimes he would catch you off guard and kiss your lips. in these moments you felt jaemins tender love the most, his lips always touched yours with the utmost affection he could give. his hand would rest on your hip before he pulls back and smiles, saying goodbye. clearly he didn’t know what effect he had on you because the rest of the day you would lightly graze your lips, smiling at the thought of him. 

laughing along to your contagious laughter. something about your laugh does it for jaemin, it doesn’t matter if the joke you told wasn’t entirely funny but hearing your laughter is like a sweet melody, he starts to smile and laugh along with you. he loves these moments with you because he sees a sparkle in your eyes, making him smile so sweetly at you before he begins to laugh along. to jaemin anytime you smiled or laughed, it was the happiest moment. he adored hearing your cute laugh even after a lame jake.

your smallest achievements are his greatest achievements. it could be as simple as “i walked ten thousand steps today” and he’s throwing a party all for that. to jaemin any small feat of yours is a great accomplishment for him because he wants to celebrate you for as long as you let him. he always wants to be the person who make the biggest deal out of the smallest things because he knows how good you feel about yourself because of that. a simple “im so proud of you my princess” goes such a long way for you.

kissing away the tears. crying in front of jaemin was something that rarely happened because of what a great boyfriend he was. but sometimes life got hard for whatever reason and you need a good cry, in times like those jaemin kisses those tears off your face. he hates seeing you cry because a part of him breaks no matter what, it hurts him more than it does you but he’ll never say that. so instead he’ll sweetly hold your face, kissing those tears away softly. “it’ll be okay my baby, i promise” he tells you, trying to reassure you and it works like a charm everytime.

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[avocado-writing]

Hi dear! I would like to appreciate your works. I really enjoy everything you wrote, Wish you have a great day! 💗

Since you're taking requests, could you please write Wade with a polite, sweet and delicate partners. He's with a person who's the definition of "Too pure for this world and MUST be PROTECTED at all cost" His partner showers him with love and validation, and always love to listen to him! Thanks! 💓

possibly based on real life events.

Wade Wilson is so in love, it must be sickening to everyone around him. 

In fact he knows it is and he does not care. He’ll say “look at this meme the love of my life sent me!” and the person who he shows will roll their eyes, as if you don’t have incredible taste in cat pictures. He’ll monologue constantly about how cute you are and how much he loves that scrunchy thing you do with your nose. He’s recited committed-to-memory facts about you so many times that his friends can parrot them too. 

“Yes, I know what their favourite film is, I know you took them to a special viewing of it for their birthday. It’s cute, Wade,” says Laura, patting him on the arm condescendingly. Well, it’s not his fault you’re so wonderful! There isn’t a single thing about you that’s not perfect. He’s constantly bowled over about just how much affection he can fit in his body for you. The other night he was going on about something stupid - he can’t even remember what now, maybe it was about the new Taco Bell menu? - and then realised you hadn’t interrupted him once to shut him up like most people would.

You’d looked over the top of your magazine at him when he’d pointed this out, brow cocked.

“Why would I want you to shut up? I like listening to you talk, Wade.”

Marry you. He’s going to marry you. Every day, then divorce you every day too so he can marry you again. 

You are probably too good for him. Most of his social circle thinks so. You’re patient and kind, when you’re not at your job - where you work at a charity adopting out senior animals, as if you could be any more of a fucking angel - you like to spend your time in his shitty little kitchen, baking desserts for him to get home to. He’ll find you getting Al to taste test for you and his apartment full of laughter and joy. 

Man, he’s definitely put on like, six pounds since the two of you started dating. He needs to be stronger in the face of your cupcakes. 

They are really fucking good though. 

He walks in that night with a plushie under his arm. It’s a cow. He remembers you mentioning offhand how cute you thought cows were, so he decided to grab the biggest one the toy store one the way home had just because he knows it’ll make you smile. You don’t need any more stuffed toys; you sleep with them all in the bed and they’re pushing him off the side at this point because of their sheer number but, well, he likes seeing you happy. 

And then he hears sobbing. 

“Sweetheart?” he asks, immediately panicked. Are you injured? Has someone come to hurt you - has he painted a target on your back because of his job? Bile fills his throat as he stumbles forward…

…and there you are, sitting in front of the TV, PlayStation controller in your lap as tears run down your face while the end of the game plays out. Wade has never felt such relief in his life, laughing as the ache of it is taken from his chest. You turn to him with wide, watery eyes. 

“Don’t you laugh at me, Wade Wilson!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But babe… are you crying at the end of Kingdom Hearts?”

“No!” you lie, trying to mop your face off with your sleeve. Then the music hits its crescendo from the crappy speakers and you start wailing all over again. 

He loves you. He’d kill a million billion people for you. It would take a hell of a long time but hey, one word and he’d do it. If anyone even lifted a finger to hurt you he’d execute them so thoroughly that every generation of their family would be wiped out of existence too. 

To put it in terms you’d approve of, he’d do anything for you. But he also knows you’d never ask him to. You’re just that wonderful. 

“… would it help if I got us take-out and you started playing the second one?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to confirm. 

“I could be in this fucking game, beat Donald Duck’s little feathery ass. Disney, make it happen.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it. Pizza or Chinese?”

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[reallyromealone]

Title: sleep overs

Fandom: DC

Characters: Young justice, Bruce, Jason, dick

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: Bruce x reader, Connor x dick

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, trans reader, ftm reader, pregnant reader, baby Jason, tween dick

Notes: fucking with the timeline and doing what I feel for the sake of plot

Summary: Young justice gets to have a sleepover at Wayne manor and Connor finds out something

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(Name) Watched as the young justice league came in with sleeping bags and night bags and wandering into the livingroom, the tweens excited to have a night of movies and games "my aunty sent me with this for you, she says thanks for the date night!" Wally said happily and (name) chuckled but accepted the brownies, he and Bruce would be enjoying these upstairs and of course leaving some for Alfred.

"There's pizza and drinks in the dining room" (name) said kindly, knowing if that boy was anything like his uncle that the amount they bought would barely be enough, that being ten large pizzas for the group of them. Jason waved in Bruce's arms as everyone piled into the livingroom "I always forget how rich you are" Connor whistled at the huge tv "there's also snacks in the kitchen if anyone isn't feeling for pizza and such" (name) said and Jason wiggled out of his dad's hold, the 1/12 year old wanting to see these new people and specifically his big brother who was chatting with M'gaan and Kaldur'ahm about whatever it is.

"Didi!" Jason yelled excitedly and dick grinned at his brother "whats up, little man?" Dick let the boy crawl into his lap, the boy looking at M'gaan and began babbling and making sounds "well I think you have a very cool stuffed animal too" she said honestly and dick looked confused "I read his mind, he wanted to inform me about how he has a stuffed toucan named toukie and it's not real and it's his best friend"

"Jason, come on sweety it's time for your night snack!" Jason heard (name)s voice and abandoned the group, stumbling and using his brother's friends as support to get to his parents, Artemis chuckling when the babe held onto her for a second to stable himself.

The parents left the kids alone, planning to check on them after they get Jason to bed "now, do you want some milk or do you want apple juice?" Heavily heavily watered down apple juice but apple juice none the less, Bruce settling Jason on the counter and kissing his tiny socked feet to make him laugh while (name) grabbed the bedtime snack "mooooo!" Jason yelled while the other grabbed soft baby snacks and a filled bottle of milk "good job!" Jason grabbed it on his own and took a drink "we have like ten kids in our house" (name) said softly while watching Jason enjoy himself "why did we agree to this again?" Bruce asked cuddling his husband and (name) smiled "because you love your son"

"I do love him"

Jason let out a soft burp and looked at (name) with raised arms "let's go get you ready buddy, we're gonna have our own movie night!" He cheered and Bruce led them off to (name) and Bruce's room, Bruce pulling the boys pacifier from his pants pocket and popped it in his mouth. Changing the boy into his pajamas, the two listening to the tweens giggling and having fun downstairs "when you're bigger, you can have sleepovers too" (name) said to the boy who was already getting sleepy, all he needed was a nice cartoon to fall asleep.

"Why don't you two get comfortable and I'll go grab our stuff" that stuff being the wine and a few slices of pizza, Bruce saluting (name) off jokingly while letting his babe rest in his shirtless chest, knowing the contact soothed the boy. (Name) Went to the kitchen and grabbed the wine, listening to the loud giggles and games and thankful he got Alfred those noise cancelling headphones, wanting the man to get a such sleep as he could. It was nice seeing his son have so many friends, they were playing that racing game Dick was so obsessed with from what it sounded like "oh, hi Connor" (name) said softly to the teen, Connor always appreciated now gentle (name) was with him and took the time to talk with him."how's the farm? How's Clark these days? Are you doing good in school?" He asked and Connor smiled sheepishly "farms good, dad recently adopted a new livestock dog we named lady" he said taking a sip from his soda and (name) listened with rapt attention"Clarks good, him and Lo wanna take me to Disney this year for my birthday"

"Oh you will love that, how's school?"

"It's fine, I hate matb but everything else is pretty good"

"Well I'm glad you're going well..." (Name) Doted a bit and Connor smiled, (name) was like a second parent to him, the man fought tooth and nail and even went as far as to go to the Kent house with all the things he could need to help the Kent's ease caring for another child, Mrs. Kent chuckled at the others caring nature.

"And what's this I hear from the grape vine of you dating my son?"

"You know about that?" Connor said meekly and (name) chuckled "I know everything, if he ever acts like an ass you tell me"

"Of course sir, also congrats on the pregnancy!" He pointed to (name)s stomach "whatcha.... Whatcha mean there"

"I hear th heartbeat.... Oh wait... You didn't know did you?" Connor said softly and (name) let out a nervous chuckle "nope but thank you, saves a trip to the doctor" he pinched the tweens cheek and put the wine away "now go hang out with the tests, it's a sleepover for you all"

Connor left promptly and not without hugging the man who chuckled "thank you Connor"

When (name) returned to the bedroom and Jason was already in his nursery asleep, Bruce's ability to put these kids to sleep was truly magic "where's the wine?" Bruce asked while (name) crawled into bed "your dick is too powerful" he grumbled, pulling off his binder and Bruce raised an eyebrow "want to elaborate?"

"Get ready for baby three, daddy" (name) said simply and Bruce froze "another one?"

"Yup, we really need to start using condoms" (name) pat the others shoulder "good news, for the next nine months I can't get double pregnant!"

"Why are you like this?"

"You chose to marry me"

"And I haven't regretted it once"

(Name) Kissed him lovingly and opened his arms, letting Bruce be little spoon and snuggle (name)s chest "I checked the kids, Kal will narc on them if they do things they shouldn't" (name) kissed Bruce's forehead and the two put on a show, recently they got into fishing shows.

"I love you..."

"I love you too pretty boy"

[beloveddawn-blog]

Call Out Doom! Aika Has a Sleepover!

Fandom: Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl

Rating: PG for swearing

Summary: Akia and Zira have a sleepover. Evil has other ideas.

Word Count: 2500

Notes: This is for @kianamaiart's amazing new project! The idea came from @shroudtailor in an ask. Sorry for stealing it, but I just fell in love with the idea. Also this might be wildly OOC considering the pilot isn't out yet, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!

“You could tell me how accurate it is! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

No, that would be the last thing I’d find ‘fun’ Aika thought, but when faced with Zira’s excitement all that she could actually say was, “Sure. Does Thursday work for you? We’ve got a Pro-D day on Friday so we’ll have some extra time.”

“That would be awesome!” Zira cried, vibrating with excitement. “I just gotta check with my Mom, okay? I’ll get back to you by the end of the day! She doesn’t answer my texts at work.”

Aika did her best to hide her wince at that. It was going to be a loooooooong weekend.

*

19:00

Zira’s house

“Thanks so much for coming, Aika! I hope you don’t mind that we’re watching it in the basement. It’s all set up for Dad to have his football buddies over, so at least it’s comfortable. It’s a bit away from the bathroom and kitchen, but we’ll have privacy. If we were in the living room Mom and Dad would be… well… they phrase it as it’s my house and I can go where I want and I guess they aren’t wrong but also, like, I don’t wanna hang out with them today? They’re my parents, they’re embarrassing, and they don’t even like Moon Sailor so I don’t know why they’d wanna watch anyway…” 

“Sound like my kinda people.” Aika muttered under her breath as she followed Zira down the stairs.

“What was that?” Zira asked, turning almost completely around on the stairs in a way that made Aika reflexively reach for them, her training shining through like it always did.

“I said it’s their loss.” She fibbed, basking in the way Zira’s face lit up at that.

“It is.” They agreed. “But that’s okay. I can share it with you now!”

Aika melted at that, her trepidations about the plan leaving her as her resolve hardened. It was just an anime. She reminded herself. If Zira likes it this much, how bad can it really be?

*

19:23

Zira’s House

“Don’t touch that cat!” Aika yelled at the screen, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. “That cat is bad news! Walk on by, girlie!”

“That would make for a very short show.” Zira replied wryly, sitting primly on the edge of the couch to avoid Aika’s animated limbs.

“It would make for a very happy show.” Aika insisted, inspecting her next handful of popcorn critically. Zira had no idea what she was looking for, but it appeared she found it as she stuffed that one in her mouth as well.

“Then it would just be a show about her failing her math test. Who’d watch that?”

“Excuse you, Azumanga Daioh is amazing.”

*

20:52

Zira’s House

“Dooooooooooon’t. Don’t do that. Just don’t.” Aika was hiding behind her hands like she was expecting a jumpscare. Zira shifted towards her in concern. The mist and the computers were a little creepy, but this still wasn’t really a scary episode. For someone who fought for real at times, Aika was being a bit of a baby about this.

“Don’t just declare her your friend, you only just met her.” She continued, her voice so soft Zira had to strain to hear it. The main girl embraced her new teammate, and Aika hid behind her hands with a squeak.

You’d have thought it was Jason with his chainsaw, the way she was acting.

*

22:22

Zira’s House

“Have you ever been on a cruise ship?” Zira asked, curious about the way Aika was scoffing.

“No. But do you hear those two? Ridiculous! She should have taken her night off and let her so-called friends deal with this nonsense. A long bubble bath would be way better than fighting a sea monster, and they said they didn’t want her there!”

*

22:45

Zira’s House

“Wait, they actually have character deaths in this show? I thought it was for kids!”

“... He’s a bad guy.”

“Still.”

*

00:39

Zira’s House

“She’s so stupid. So stupid. Why is everyone so stupid?”

“She’s in love.” Zira replied softly, taking some offence at Aika’s sarcasm for the first time.

“She’s still better than that. She can’t be making mistakes like this. Not this late in the game. Not with this much riding on them… And not when it’s so obviously a trap. Be honest, Zira, don’t you think you’d hesitate on the One True Love thing if it turned out they were flirting with every girl in town? Don’t you think she deserves better than a love like that?”

Zira paused, then nodded. It caused Aika to tug slightly on their hair from where she was styling it into two buns (“So we’ll match!). Aika let go then, and her voice dropped even softer. “She deserves her own future. Not just what everyone says fate has in store for her.

Zira didn’t know how to answer that, so she just laid her head on Aika’s knee in comfort.

*

03;17

Zira’s House

“Zira… I’m sorry to say this but I need to go to sleep.” Aika had curled up against the arm of the sofa almost two episodes ago, and now she was starting to do that jerk-startle thing that made it clear sleep was imminent.

Zira pouted. They couldn’t help it! This had been… This had been nice, even if Aika did take everything the characters did a bit personally. Halfway through the second villain arc she’d actually developed some sort of rubric and was giving all of the main characters scores like they were figure skaters and Zira had laughed so hard at some of her commentary that their sides still hurt.

They just… Didn’t want this to end.

Aika jerked awake again and Zira nodded, acknowledging that her friend-they were friends-was at the end of her rope.

“Alright. Pop up for a moment. The couch pulls out.”

Aika groaned dramatically and flopped herself over the arm of the sofa, landing in an undignified heap on the floor. Zira couldn’t help smirking at that, especially since it was so obviously on purpose. “‘S all yours.” She slurred with a slight wave. “Have at.”

Zira laughed again, then quickly set up the bed. As fast as it had been, Aika had still almost passed out on the floor. Zira had needed to help her up and tuck her in.

“Not much of a teenager sleepover.” She teased, though truth be told all of their information on sleepovers was theoretical. “I thought we’d aim for sunrise.”

Aika snorted. “Past m’bedtime. By… lotttttttttt… Hoshi g’n’a fight ‘bout it. “Mind me a… smother…” The last word trailed off in a soft exhale as she passed fully out, a surprisingly loud snore her next noise.

Zira tamped down on the wild urge to coo about it and instead got herself into the other side of the bed. They’d switched to pjs shortly after midnight with this in mind. And, as much fun as it was to tease Aika, she was also fading fast.

Between one breath and the next, darkness came.

*

06:23

Zira’s House

“Hmmm? Whazzat?” Zira muttered, a strange noise pulling them from sleep.

“Don’t worry about it.” A soft, familiar voice replied and Zira smiled. “It’s just the star shard.”

Zira hummed and fell back asleep.

*

10:03

Zira’s House

Zira was awoken suddenly by a loud thump. She shot up in alarm, only to blink dazedly at Aika. Aika, who was wearing her work uniform. Aika, who was staring at the floor in confusion as she tried to figure out why she was lying on it.

Zira blinked and went with the obvious question. “Are you alright?”

Aika turned her gaze up, then grinned when she saw Zira. “Oh good. Right basement this time.”

Zira turned that over in her mind for a moment before disregarding it. That wasn’t a question they needed answered right now.

“Do you need a hand?”

Aika waved her own around. “Got TWO!” She proudly announced, followed by a pitiful, “Owwwwwwie,” as she brained herself with her own staff.

“Have you been…” Zira hesitated, not quite knowing how to phrase this. “Out?”

“Growth ray got tested on a Chiuaua.” She confirmed, flopping down onto the floor. “Didn’t want to hurt the dude, ‘s not his fault, but the downtown was a mess. During rush hour too!”

Zira nodded, not quite sure how else to acknowledge that. “So… you definitely need a nap. Did you want breakfast first? Mom got this whole Dutch… thing for us to have. There’s bread and like four types of cheese and these weird chocolate sprinkles. Her uni roommate used to feed it to her on the weekend.”

Aika shook her head petulantly. “Nooooooooo. We had a… a plan. To watch the thing. Your thing. With the magic girls. I’m fine. I’ve had like… four redbulls. They’ll kick in in a moment.”

“Aika… You’re in no shape to watch Moon Sailor right now. You won’t even be able to pay attention.” They got out of bed and stretched. “Besides, I’m hungry. I’m gonna go grab us breakfast, kay? Just wait here.”

Aika gave her a thumbs up and a grin that held just an edge of mania to it as Zira passed… and was expectedly asleep on the floor upon return. Zira shook her head and hoisted her friend back onto the bed. Aika’s transformation had faded as soon as her conscience did, and Zira made sure to place the star shard carefully on the side table where Aika could see it as soon as she woke up.

It was precious, after all. It was what allowed Aika to transform.

*

15:37

Corner Store Near Zira’s House

“I’ve told you like a dozen times that you don’t need to apologize.” Zira insisted, snagging some gummy worms off the display. “Now pick a candy so we can go look at whatever dubious cheeses they have paired with the pepperoni over there.”

“For now.” Aika replied glumly. She perked up afterwards, but Zira could tell it was just a mask. Those words turned themselves over and over in her mind, but she put that away as well.

For now she would honour Aika’s unspoken plea and match her energy. They still had a whole weekend together. There was no sense in ruining it now.

*

16:53

Zira’s House

“Don’t eat too many of those pep ‘n’ cheds.” Zira warned. “Dad’s doing a BBQ tonight. You’re gonna want room for burgers.”

Aika stared critically at the snack in her hand, completely ignoring the show in the background. “I’m not sure if I’m tasting the cheese or just the spices from the pepperoni. I’ll have to give Monterey Jack another try some other time, I think.”

“Sounds like a plan.” They replied, tuning back in to the show just in time to watch two of the heroes make utter fools of themselves in front of a guy who already had a girlfriend. She winced. Aika probably had the better idea.

*

21:33

Zira’s House

“Thanks for being such a good sport about that.” Zira commented softly, eyes boring holes into the second fake male lead in as many days. “They… ah… have been worried. About the no friends thing. So they’re… A bit overdoing it. Thanks for not making it weird.”

Aika laughed, followed by one of the groans she’d been periodically letting out since her fourth burger. It had not stopped her from having a fifth. “Dude, don’t even worry about it. Your Mom brought seven types of cheese home with her. Seven. Then made a cheese platter while your Dad was cooking! I’m just glad I didn’t make it weird myself by asking to be adopted on the spot!”

Zira laughed at that, ignoring how weird an adoption would make… things. “I’m pretty sure you’d want to go home eventually. Their overwhelming parentness really starts to grate after a few days.”

Aika hummed, sounding unconvinced. “Why do people keep falling for the fake dude? Can’t any of these airheads tell it isn’t him?”

Zira let herself be distracted, as ready as Aika to drop the subject.

*

21:43

Zira’s House

“He fell for the fake too?? Never mind, those dumbasses deserve each other!”

*

23:58

Zira’s House

“They enrolled in Princess school?!? How do they keep getting dumber every episode? That’s it, they all fail this episode. All of them. And what sort of Finishing School teaches frisbee anyway??”

*

02:07

Zira’s House

“SHIT! Shit, don’t panic!” Aika sprang from the couch in a manner that completely belied the way she had been dozing mere seconds previous. Her star shard was pulsing and vibrating in a way she knew very well, but had been hoping wouldn’t happen for at least a few days (forever).

“Again?” Zira asked, and Aika flinched at the implied criticism in the question.

“Sorry.” She replied, staring down at her most hated possession and wishing it to the depths of the ocean. “I’m really sorry. I know we’re on the finale now and the timing is terrible…”

“Fuck the timing.” Zira replied with fervor. “Aika, you’ve had like nine hours of sleep across the last three days. You can’t go out now!”

Aika gave her a grin, but there was too much darkness in it to lighten anything. “That’s just how it is, Zira. I don’t get movie nights, I don’t get family meals, heck I don’t even get birthdays off. I’ve snuck out of both of the last Christmases. Even most on-call jobs you can schedule some important time off, but not here.  I have to answer, so I’m never going to get to have anything that’s mine again. That’s what being a Magical Girl means. We just saw two of them die, and it’s supposed to be sad but I was jealous. They don’t have to answer the call anymore.”

That was entirely too heavy for Zira to manage at this time of night, so instead she just said the first thing that came to mind. “There’s four more seasons. They come back.”

“OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO!!!”

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03:15

Zira’s House

Aika was fairly certain this was the right basement and she wasn’t going to have any more incredibly awkward encounters. She was proven right when she was Zira, still waiting up for her, and she smiled.

“Sorry ‘bout… that.” She said, covering a giant yawn that appeared in the middle. “I was as quick as I could be. Let’s finish off this finale.”

Zira eyed her critically, then shook her head. Aika felt her heart drop to her feet. One more who can’t take it…” She thought, but was surprised when Zira just came over to wrap her in a blanket and hand her a cup of milk. She blinked at it, caught totally off guard.

“The internet said the fight was over.” Zira admitted, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “So I got you some milk. We’ll watch the finale tomorrow. For now, I think we could both use some sleep.”

Zira led her towards the bed, and Aika followed in a complete daze. She wasn’t sure yet if this was the first step to acceptance or leaving… but for now she’d take it. She’d take it.

For some reason her teammates had never been as lonely as she was.

She felt asleep with the warmth of a friend beside her, and her last thought was maybe I don’t have to be any more.

She’d forget it before she woke.

[arbitrarykiwi]

Dates with Nam-Gyu

a drabble about what dates w/ Nam-Gyu would be like

Warnings: weed / smoking weed mentioned otherwise sfw

A/N: I literally can’t get this man out of my head yall…it’s BAYYDDDDD. Im sorry to those of yall who are wanting the next part of the smut fic I promise im still hard at work on the 3rd/last part of Third Times a Charm but just took a lil break to just rant about my love <3

Dates with Nam-Gyu are spur of the moment. Coming out of no where but are always an adventure. As sporadic as they seem, they’re always strangely thought out.

It’s like he knows you inside out. Like you’re a book he’s read front to back more times than he can count. You’re sure he knows things about you that you’ve long since forgotten about. That one drink you loved from that one pop up six months ago? Yeah you couldn’t even remember the name of it now but he somehow knows the ingredients and gathers them to make it again for you at home randomly.

The dates come out of nowhere and are surprisingly almost always his idea.

You guys are walking home from picking up his work check and see a new aquarium open? He’s immediately pulling you across the street by the wrist, taking you the entire wrong way from where you need to be to go home to pull you into the aquarium and navigate it strategically to find your favorite sea creature.

You mention a new flower shop that opened in town your friend told you about while you guys are pulling up to the plugs house to get some weed? He’s skipping the road you turn down to get home to drive to the shop, pull into shops parking lot and take you inside so you can pick out whatever flowers you want.

You look a little too long at the beach while your guys are walking home from dinner in the middle of the night? He’s throwing you over his shoulder and running down the wooden steps to the beach. The smile on his face widening as you giggle and pound your fists on his back. When you get put down you quickly kick off your shoes to sink your feet into the sand- you’re immediately pushing at his chest with a yell of ‘you’re it!’ before sprinting off down the beach. He darts after you with a loud laugh. You think you guys were on that beach for three hours before you went home.

You look a little too bored by the TV show you guys are watching on a rainy night? He’s pulling you up off the couch with a laugh and tugging you out the apartment door into the raining outdoors to splash in the puddles and twirl you around in the rain. He also makes sure to snap pictures of you as you dance around the empty streets, loving the candid pictures he gets of you the most.

He really does adore you. Looks at you like you hung the moon!! He has a note in his phone about everything about you. Anything you like, all your favorites, your birthday- including the time you were born, all special dates involving your relationship- he’s devoted.

As for planned dates- they’re always on dates that mean something in your relationship. And they are ALWAYS perfect. He honestly tries so hard that he overdoes himself sometimes, getting anxious that you won’t like it and spilling the surprise days before it happens because he’s worried he did something wrong and you wouldn’t like it- you never hate it though. It’s always more than you could have asked for.

6 month anniversary? He takes you out of town to a place that he saw you like multiple times on instagram. A cute air bnb out in the woods with a private infinity pool that over looked the mountains. He even got there a day earlier to set up flowers on the dining table surrounded by various gifts he got you, including a stuffed animal he saw you pick up multiple times at the mall weeks ago and never bought because you talked yourself out of it.

Anniversary of the first time you guys hung out and smoked together? He sets up the house before you come back from errands, TV set on the old show you guys watched then, he somehow found the old ass rolling tray you used years ago and set it up on the table with the same snacks you guys ate that day and the weed he bought just for this occasion. You genuinely didn’t even know what the occasion was until he told you- and it damn near had you sobbing at how cute he was.

1 year anniversary? Fuck he’s going all out. He’s planning a trip that lasts a week that starts the day far y’all’s anniversary. The day of, he’s taking you shopping telling you to pick out a new outfit for dinner- dress, shoes, jewelry, makeup everything. He’s buying it for you. Even stupid little plushies you find cute along the way, he’s telling you to pick it up so he can get it for you. He takes you to a fancy restaurant you talked about wanting to try, full course five star meal. He gifts you a necklace at dinner, one that you have been talking about- one you never asked him to buy because it’s so expensive, even going the extra mile to get a small ‘N’ engraved on the back. When you go on the trip the next day you find you’re flying first class- he really loves spoiling you.

[weeping-statue]

Hellaur again……….would it be perchance be alright if i asked for a fic……mayhaps……. william with a s/o gn reader who owns a bunny………i don’t know if you write for him so if not then maybe kevin or jose🤔🤔

It’s fine! I write for mostly everyone! Enjoy <3 also keep sneaking Norton into my writing because I’m trying to main him better…

Kevin, William, and Norton with a reader who owns a bunny!

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Kevin

Kevin acts like it’s your kid!

He makes sure it’s fed/taken care of for you if you’re sick and unable too.

He dedicates his evenings to spending time with BOTH of you

He brings two roses for his two favorite people ❤︎

Date nights into the garden sometimes entail your little friend coming along.

He loves to snuggle with you and wake up with your bunny on his side. Since it never fails to make him laugh.

William

I’m pretty sure he’s had a bunny at some point in his life.

OMG HIS ONE SKIN? “LAZY MR BUNNY” I THINK ITS CALLED?? SO CUTE!!

He definitely wears that skin a lot when he sleeps over since it’s basically pjs.

He likes to say that him and your rabbit are matching.

He’ll whisper random things to it mixed in with loving words.

“Why do you look like you ate cement in a past life? But you’re so cute, I get why ___ loves you so much.”

Sometimes while he’s waiting for you to return to your room, you’ll find him sleeping on your bed with your bunny on his chest, both passed out.

He knows how to take care of a bunny so he’ll help you out <3

Norton

He thought it was a stuffed animal at first and kinda laughed at you until he picked it up and it started moving which freaked him out.

Refuses to ever talk about that incident again.

Will ask you subtly to teach him how to take care of your pet.

He wants to be a good boyfriend, since he knows he’s got some flaws.

Norton multiple times as woken up to your bunny sitting on his face almost suffocating him.

Will whine about it and it becomes a full on one sided war between him and the pet.

He believes it’s fucking with him only when you’re not looking.

Can’t prove it so he refuses to sleep over in your room where it can roam free.

Date nights and sleepovers are always in his room or away from yours.

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[keen-li]

MAKESHIFT! 01

chptr title: make it a first.

chptr 1

series.

mdni

Synopsis: When you and your friend, May. find yourselves in love with two friends, Jungkook and Taehyung. Everything seems great. That’s until you all decide to go to a psychic as a joke. And whilst there the physic tells you inter-friendship relationships never last. And one couple never survives, and that one couple is going to breakup. The problem is you’re all very in love with your partner and stupidly spiritual and high. So, you believe that one of you will actually breakup. But Jungkook won’t let it be you two.

Jungkook x reader and Taehyung x may (Oc)

<must read a/n!>: this series is just for fun and a joke honestly, it's not something I take super seriously, but I still value it cause I put work into it. even the plot and characters are all for fun. I've been wanting to get a little unserious with my writing and just be less strict. so, this is what this series is, you can still enjoy and not take it too seriously.

Warnings: it’s a black mirror typa vibe (I hope), crack, it’s almost as it they are all on drugs all the time, but who knows. it's impractical. Trying to destroy each other's relationship. Don’t read if you’re uptight and not open-minded. they're all very good friends. plotting, weed usage, they're all just free spirits. eventual smut (not as a group lol.) they are very spiritual (like astrology and that stuff but it's more of an internal thing and not talked about often.) time skips.

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It all started as a joke. You and May laughed that you’d dress in those inflated cow costumes to the come as your spirit animal party this weekend. It was a funny idea, a great idea honestly, but you weren’t gonna do it right? It’d be too hard to move in or enjoy drinks in. You’d barely be able to see where you were going. It’s honestly unreasonable.

That’s until you too got high and found yourselves on amazon. Your cart full with what was needed and next thing a box on your front door.

“there’s no way I’m wearing this outside sober.” May declares, her hands on her waist, as much as the suit can allow.

You grin popping your head out of the suit, “who said anything about sober.”

And now you stand on the road staring at the door of the party like it’s the gates of hell. Already high and starting to get hot in the suit.

Looking down trying to arrange her udders May speaks, “They said come as your spirit animal, right?” she asks and you nod —well try to.

“I look like a farm animal, but I also feel like a genius.” You express popping your head out of the neck hole.

Compared to the other girls who wear skimpy and barely ass covering cat or bunny costume, you are certainly some form of over dressed. The only thing you share in common with them is that you both won’t be able to bend over.

Walking to the door is another struggle. You take slow steps but no matter how slow you are the squeaky and whooshing sounds don’t seize. Neither to the stares and whispers.

“We should’ve just gone with a panda jumpsuit. It's more... normal.” You say as it takes an eternity to reach the door.

May glances over at a couple who stare at both of you. "Normal? Y/N, you can’t be a normal spirit animal at a ‘Come as Your Spirit Animal’ party. You have to make a statement."

A group walks by, and one girl dressed as a mermaid with a tiny turquoise sequence skirt as a tail stops and stares, mouth slightly agape.

"Uh... are you... cows?" the girl blinks slowly staring at you in horror and awe.

You and May stare at each other confused. “Us? Nooo.” after, she walks away seemingly offended May turns to you.

“Like she couldn’t tell.” You both laugh.

As the night went on there’s only so much you could get done. You tried dancing but it was a failure. The space on the dancefloor already stuffed as it is, so your costumes only made it much more comfortable. And as it got hotter you decided to take your air-filled bodies to the bar, where you struggle to sit but eventually succeed.

As you sit back faced to the crowd chatting you don’t notice the two dinosaurs in the corner taking shots. Just as high.

Your costumes are probably hell for anyone who's deadly high.

Jungkook is rocking a T. rex suit, the enormous head swinging as he tries to adjust, his arms stiff and useless in the dino suit. Taehyung, on the other hand, is dressed as a velociraptor, the costume so big it looks like he's about to topple over.

“is this what it feels like to be a pool floaty?” jungkook exclaims trying to fix his head. "Honestly, I’m just waiting for someone to get too close and accidentally deflate us. One wrong step, and whoosh—we’re both flat as pancakes." He adds trying to move his hands, which is a waste.

“honestly I’m waiting to leave.” Taehyung says though he looks like he’s enjoying himself.

You and May get sick of sitting at the bar and try to give dancing another chance. That’s when you spot them.

“No way.” you exclaim and it pulls your friend’s attention to you. “are you serious?”

“what?” she asks and that’s when you pull her attention to what you’re staring at. "No way. Dinosaur spirit animals?"

“we should go say hi.”

And you do. It’s not long before Taehyung and jungkook are staring at you and laughing. You both compliment each other costumes and laugh about the concept behind it. which none of you have. It’s just for the fun of it.

It’s not long when you both decide to ditch the party and go out, and take off the top of your costumes, to finally see each other’s faces. And to say it plainly you thought jungkook’s the hottest person you’ve ever seen, Taehyung is too but he’s more of may’s type.

He too thought you were really attractive, not expecting you to be dressed as you were.

The backyard of the party was quieter than the madness inside, and the fresh night air felt like a small escape from the chaos of the inflatable costumes and stares.

"This is way better than the mess we just walked through." May says blowing out a puff of smoke.

You snicker and lean back against the fence, feeling the cool breeze hit your sweaty face. "Honestly, I thought this party would be a disaster, but now I’m just... trying to enjoy my life as a cow." You glance up at the stars.

Jungkook, still dressed in his T. rex suit, takes a hit from his joint and exhales slowly. He tries to look cool, but the giant head of the dinosaur costume keeps wobbling and makes him look like he's having a hard time holding it together.

"Man, I thought my arms were going to fall off in there. This dino suit is like a prison." He says letting out an exaggerated sigh.

Taehyung laughs clearly not bothered by his own inflatable suit. “honestly didn’t think we’d make it this far. Might just live like this forever.”

Mae and you exchange a glance, both of you stifling laughter as you watch Jungkook try to lift his arm to take another hit.

"Is that even possible for you? You look like a broken windmill trying to get that joint." Mae says eyeing his stiff T.rex arms.

Jungkook gives a dramatic sigh, his T. rex head bobbing, looking like it's about to detach from his body. "This is why dinosaurs went extinct. No thumbs. You can’t even light a cigarette with these things." He deadpans.

Taehyung, who’s looking completely chill despite being in the velociraptor suit, passes the joint to Mae, who takes another hit and hands it to you. You take the joint from her, feeling like you’re moving through molasses in the cow suit, but it’s all worth it. The smoke is relaxing, the night feels a little less chaotic.

“I just realized this is our only night to enjoy being animals.” you say mind as far as the moon.

Taehyung squints thoughtfully, as if he’s deeply pondering your words, “we are animals. Animls smoking weed.”

You all laugh.

"I’m a T. rex. You're a velociraptor. Mae’s a... cow? And Y/N’s... well, I can’t even tell what animal you are, but I’m pretty sure it’s from the same family." Jungkook tries to tease you.

It’s funny how comfortable you feel with them as though you haven’t just met.

You raise a brow feigning offence, "What are you trying to say? You’re just mad I look better than you in a cow suit. And my arms actually work."

Mae snickers and nudges you, clearly enjoying the teasing. Jungkook scoffs dramatically, waving his T. rex arms in frustration. “Listen, I’m just saying, my costume has more class than whatever inflatable farm animal you’ve got on."

You roll your eyes and Taehyung laughs, "Hey, you know, there’s a certain majesty to cows. They’re... elegant. They just choose to walk slow. They're wise."

May follows up in a mock serious tone. "Finally, someone gets it! I'm a wise cow. A wise cow, not just a random inflatable farm animal."

Everyone laughs, and for a moment, the chaos of the party and the ridiculousness of your costumes fades away. It’s just the four of you, a few joints, and a shared sense of friendship in your inflatable suits.

Taking another drag, Taehyung’s voice comes out slower and more thoughtful, "Imagine if this was actually our spirit animal. Like... we’ve been searching for meaning in life, and then it just hits us. We're all giant inflatable animals, trying to get through the party without popping."

And staring off into the distance jungkook releases a dramatic sigh, "I think that’s the most profound thing I’ve ever heard."

Mae, always ready to turn anything into a joke, bursts out laughing. "We’re just inflatable beacons of wisdom. That’s our true spirit animal."

After the laughter dies down you speak up, "Honestly, this might be the most fun I’ve had in years."

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CHAPTERS

make it a first

make it a first group date

make it possible

make a plan

make it plan A

make it plan B

make me mad

make me Sweeta

make it a vow

[kteezy997]

Daddy’s Boy- Part Seven//t.c.

Warning: some angst

It was an extremely filling breakfast at the local diner, and you had a great time with the two boys. A part of you felt giddy, like you were on a date that your son just happened to join. You felt like something was really blossoming between you and Timmy again.

Timmy had forbidden you to pay the breakfast bill, and Theo was playing the claw machine piled high with stuffed animals nearby. You had an idea that had been brewing during the meal.

“So I was just thinking: maybe tonight Theo and I could stay at your place? Or maybe just him, if you want to spend time with him one on one.” you hoped he would say “Oh no, I would love for you to come, too.”

Timmy's eyes widened, and he didn’t immediately agree.

Your heart dropped and you were instantly embarrassed.

“Oh, well I would love to have you both, but I have plans tonight, actually.” he slid his hand into his pocket, retrieving his wallet to pay.

You nodded, feeling almost sick to your stomach, “I see. What plans do you have?” you shook your head, knowing you had overstepped, and maybe assumed too much. “No, it’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just…I’m meeting someone for dinner. A coworker. She, um, asked me to dinner. It’s not that big of a deal.” Timmy tried to brush the whole thing off in front of you.

“She? It’s a date? That’s nice, Timmy.” you weren’t being condescending, but you were masking your true feelings.

He looked at you, shook his head, his curls going wild just for a second, “Not really a date. It’s just dinner.”

“I bet she likes you. Everyone likes you.” And I have fumbled you.

“I hate that stupid game!” Theo grumbled as he came back over to the table.

You cleared your throat, looking at your son, “Hey, we don’t say those words, and you know that.”

“Sorry, Mom. It’s just that I never win anything.” the boy frowned, picking up his little cup of chocolate milk and taking a swig.

“It’s okay, bud, you have plenty of toys at home. And I’ll tell you something that’ll make you feel better.” Timmy said, leaning across the table.

Theo perked up, his eyes glued to his father, “What, what is it?”

“You are gonna come spend the night with me tomorrow night.” he grinned.

“Yeah!" Theo cheered, throwing his arms up in the air like he had won a prize from the claw machine after all, "Sleepover at Daddy’s! Can I bring my Hot Wheels?”

"You can bring whatever you want." Timmy said.

You gave him a look from across the table.

"Within reason." he added.

.............

You were a bit of an emotional wreck for the rest of the day. Timmy went home and you talked Theo into spending the night at your parents' house. You needed a break. You needed time to think.

You needed to talk to someone about your situation with Timmy. You had begun to think that you had let him slip through your fingers, and now you were worried that you would only be Theo's mom in Timmy’s eyes and not a potential partner.

You asked your best friend Lucie to come over and she came through with pizza and her listening, compassionate ears. You had told her everything. She had always liked Timmy; she thought that you were a great match together, and she adored Theo.

"I don't know, Luce, what if he goes out with this other woman and they start dating? My life would be ruined having to see him with someone else.” you put your hand to your head, “And it would be another thing that Theo would have to get used to. Things were going so good. I should have just told him that I wanted to be with him."

"Y/n, you have trauma, not necessarily from Timmy, but from the breakup and not having Theo's father around. Of course, you were skeptical about putting yourself back out there, and you were right to not rush something that you weren't sure about. Especially since you also have Theo’s well-being to consider.”

You sighed, knowing that she was right. "But if it was the right thing, why do I feel like this? It's too late to do anything now."

Lucie frowned, "Who says it's too late? You could leave right now, and stop him from going on that date."

You laughed, "Right now? That's crazy! He could be gone already.

"Let's go, let's go right now!" she said, "We can try to catch him." Lucie grabbed your hand, pulling you, and rushing out of your home. "You are going to tell that man that you love him, and you want to raise Theo together and make more babies." she said, matter-of-factly.

"This is insane!" you yelled, getting into your best friend's car and she sped off into the night. You could feel the adrenaline and exhilaration that the moment was bringing.

…….

You knocked the door of Timmy's apartment, not even certain if he was home. All you had was hope. After a moment, your stomach went sour as there was no answer. You decided to give up, as he was probably out on his date.

You swallowed your pride and realized that it was time to come to terms with your relationship, or lack thereof, with Timmy. This night could be detrimental to your life going forward. He could have a new girlfriend, and everything between you and him would wash away with the changing tide. You decided to walk away.

You were walking away from the door, when suddenly, you heard the turning of a the door knob.

"Y/n?"

You turned around quickly, seeing Timmy standing in the doorway that you had just left. "Timmy." you said, going back over to him, feeling a little dazed because you couldn't believe he was actually there. It wasn't too late!

"Are you okay? Is Theo okay, wh-where is he?" the concern in his eyes made you feel terrible guilt. You had caused him to needlessly worry.

"Oh we're fine! Everything is fine! He's with my parents for the night." you assured him. "I just had to come and see you."

"Y/n, what's going on?" his face softened as he looked at you.

"Timothee, I don't, I don't want you to go on this date tonight, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. And maybe I have no right to say that to you, but-"

"I won't go if you don't want me to." he shook his head, gazing down at you, so tenderly.

You couldn't help but smile a little at what he had said, and for the first time, you felt like your feelings and assumptions were validated. "I love you, Timmy. I've always loved you. I love the man you are and the father you are becoming to our son. I think we... should be together." you felt your throat tighten up with the nerves you were feeling.

He grinned, saying, "I hate that we were ever apart." He took your hand, pulling you close to him.

In an instant, you felt warm and tingly in the best way. You were mush when you were this close to him. You felt at home.

"Come here." He put his forehead to yours, wrapping his arms around you and shutting the door behind you. "I love you too." he kissed your lips softly, then parting to add, "And I love our boy more than anything."

You threw your arms around him as well, and you pressed your lips to his. Your heart and your body were on fire. After a moment, you were making out shamelessly.

Timmy picked you up and took you over to the couch.

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[emilsgrippers]

WHO WANTS JOYOUS RANDOM CHARACTER HC TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS??!!! ALL OF YOU????OKAY!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLODAYS!!!!!!!!

OKAY. ONE OF THESE NOT CHRISTMASY,THE REST ARE!!!!!!

okay………..

so

-Geoff and Brody actually picked each others tattoos.

-And with that, Brody really likes space and stars and stuff he loves it he likes the beach at night because he can see the stars . Geoff picked Brody’s tattoo out because hes a great friend and knew Brody would like it. We’ll never know what the fuck is tattooed on Geoff’s Jabooty

-AGAIN adding onto that. Brody proposed the idea of tattoos because it was funny, and Geoff was like ‘I bet you won’t’! And Brody was like ‘I BET YOU WONT!’ neither backed down despite the fear of getting one. tattoos were acquired

-Emma (RR) makes all the cookies and yummy goodies for Christmas . Sugar cookie, peanut butter, chocolate chip and MORE!!!!! and kitty takes photos of Emma while baking. Pictures of Emma knee deep in a batter mess, Emma pulling cookies out of the oven etc etc. Emma thinks it’s just silly and goofy so she’s never made Kitty stop this—because she’s just having fun, but sometimes kitty posts Emma’s GOOD pictures with captions and stuff like “I love my sister:D” and just sweet things that make Emma happy.

-D.J buys all of his pets—which he as ALOT of—little Christmas clothes. Bunny got a sweater….his kitty got a Christmas hat…..he loves his animals. For pets like fish that can’t wear clothes, he draws little festive things on the tank so they can be in the jolly spirit too.

-Bridgette prefers to make handmade gifts for everyone because she thinks it shows how much she cares for them, taking the time to make something special!!!!! but every year she gets anxious when giving them, because she gets worried someone won’t like theirs…

-everyone has loved them and secretly they wait for her gifts. She always makes something cutie as HELL. even Heather and Courtney love what she makes very very much

-Alejandro and José—when maybe 5 & 6–tried to stay up and catch Santa. They stood in the hallway and Jose waited with the video camera. Alejandro being five and TINY kept starting to fall asleep and José was like ‘Al stop it!!!!we gotta catch santa stay awake!!!!!’

-Alejandro fell asleep against José and José was forced to sit down with Alejandro on his shoulder so that the sound of a five year old kid hitting the ground didn’t wake anyone. As soon as José sat down, he fell asleep too

-AND THEN!!!! Their parents came out to do some last minute wrapping, put some presents under the tree etc etc, and they see these two stupid kids and got a picture of the two just sleeping peacefully flopped over one another, like two loving brothers. Fast forward many years. Alejandro and José despise the photo but are unable to get rid of it.

-Courtney makes lists. And lists. Of everything. For Christmas. Even things that don’t need lists she just loves lists that much. Most of these lists never change either she just rewrites them every year and keeps them all SMOOTH in her pocket. What a little creature.

-the second candy canes come back to stores and stuff for the season, Cody has about 20 boxes. Every time you see him? He’s eating a candy cane. What’s in his back pockets? Candy canes. Whether they’re like the jolly rancher flavored ones or regular or whatever. He is always munching on fucking candy canes

-Geoff never says what the hell he wants for Christmas. Where as others might walk by a coat at the store and go “hey I like that coat” he will not say shit. Bridgette and brody are on their hands and knees like what do you want for Christmas dude….and hes like “uh. I dunno I’d like anything^_^”. And he always likes everything he gets no matter how far off it is from what he may have wanted deep down. He’s just joyous.

-Sadie and Katie have matching PJS & matching stuffed antler headbands that they wear every Christmas. They are always matching they are the bestest besties ever. They also have matching Christmas slippers…which are reindeers to nobodies surprise.

AND THAT CONCLUDES IT!!!!!! by the time your seeing this post, it’s probably Christmas, but I’m writing & posting on Christmas Eve. BUT MERRY CHRISYMAS!!!!!YAY!!!!!!!

this image was sent to me 1 year ago—so now here tumblr have christmas chris—who’s still pinned in our disc dms. Everyone needs to see him

[farfromstrange]

Helloooo, ❤️❤️❤️

I had an idea for a little fluff piece.

Reader has a secret (she sleeps with a teddy bear from her childhood that brings her comfort) and she wants to tell Matt but she isn't sure how is he going to react.

Maybe then Reader forgets her teddy bear at Matt's apartment and he cuddles with it while she isn't there.

Also, I love your fics 😍😍😍 they always make smile on good and bad days alike. 💕💕💕💕

Sidenote: How is this man so cute and hot at the same time???? 😍😍😍💕💕💕💕

HIII 🥰 (opening my inbox to this gif was truly a gift. I feel like he’s staring into my soul). You’re literally so sweet and I was so happy to read this request because let’s be honest, don’t we all have a stuffed animal that we always keep with us? (Mine’s this pillow shaped as a seal and I called him ‘Robbie’). I loved this request so much and I just hope I could do it justice. I put my own spin on it. I hope you like it, darling! (side note: That last gif took me out completely, it's not fair how adorable he is while also looking like a snack I could easily bite into).

Emotional Support Teddy Bear | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You have a fluffy, brown secret that you forget at Matt's apartment one night. When you come to retrieve it, you find him cuddled up with your teddy bear.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/n: If you guys have a stuffed animal, please tell me what you named them because I've been naming mine ever since I found out how names work (and I do the same to my plants). If you reblog, put it in the tags or something. Anyway, I hope I managed to somehow get this request right and that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

When you tell people you have a secret, they often suspect something darker to be brewing beneath the surface. A forbidden relationship, a secret job, or maybe even some literal skeletons in your closet. Like, the dead bodies kind. 

It’s no secret that people like to speculate. But your secret is far from being dark and gloomy. The only reason it is even a secret is the embarrassment that often follows the truth. It’s not you who’s embarrassed, but other people like to judge and laugh, and sometimes it’s easier to keep your mouth shut than open a can of worms over something that’s not even worth being talked about because, to you, it’s normal. 

Your secret’s name is quite literally Mr. Bear. You gave him that name when you were in elementary school when he just happened to lie under the tree one Christmas morning. That teddy bear is one of the few things that still connect happy memories to your childhood. You have a special connection, and ever since you found your name on the package all those years ago, you haven’t been able to ban him from your bed. Everywhere you go, you make sure that brown, fluffy teddy bear is somewhere in your bag, so when you go to bed, you can take it out and have a good night’s rest. 

You’ve been in a relationship with Matt for a while now. Most of your boyfriends from before laughed when they found out about the teddy bear and often told you to leave him in your bag because they found it weird, and a lot of your friends have told you the same thing - although you can’t possibly understand what would be so weird about a lifeless stuffed animal that you like to take to bed with you and use as a second pillow to sleep. 

Your fear of his reaction has prompted you not to tell your boyfriend about your childhood friend. At first, you thought his blindness would be perfect to hide that you’re holding a teddy bear whenever you stay over at his place, but then you found out that the innocent blind man has heightened senses and is pretty much perceptive when it comes to foreign sensations in and around his apartment. Still, up until now, you’ve managed to hide your fluffy secret every night you have spent over at his place. You’re playing with fire, or at least it feels that way. 

Matt is a very cuddly person and it is often you that ends up as his personal teddy bear. You don’t mind. It is nice to have someone to hold onto during the night, but there is just something about your beloved Mr. Bear that makes you crave him next to you. The teddy is always in your bag, but it’s only on nights Matt is out the entire night that he wanders into your bed. When he is on patrol around Hell’s Kitchen and you get anxious and lonely, and you worry about the man you love coming home bloody and bruised, you take out your teddy bear and cuddle with him until you can find a few hours of rest. He hasn’t noticed or told you so far because, by the time he comes home in the early hours of the morning, right before sunrise, you have woken up from the sound of the floorboards creaking and the bear lands back in your bag. 

You sleep well with Matt beside you, but the nights you can be alone and have your little secret in bed beside you still hold a different weight and mean a lot to you. They don’t mean more; you love your boyfriend and everything he does, but there is a deeper meaning behind your attachment to that fluffy teddy bear that you hold to a different standard, and you can’t deny that there are nights when you wish you could just tell Matt what you’re carrying and what you want to have next to you (alongside him, of course.) But no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to bring yourself up to tell him.

He would be more upset if you told him you killed someone, that much you know, but your definitions of what’s hard to tell the other are worlds apart. On Valentine’s Day, Matt acted as if forgetting to buy you flowers had been the end of the world, and you didn’t even notice it was Valentine’s Day until your co-worker reminded you. You know he would never judge the use of a teddy bear for emotional support, God knows he has his own ways to deal with his issues that are far more complicated than a stuffed animal, but you’re still scared and you’re still holding back. 

After another night spent at your boyfriend’s place, you make your way home for a change of clothes and to get ready for an important work meeting the next day, which means you will be spending your night at your apartment, alone. You cook yourself a nice dinner, take a shower, read through your notes, and then head to bed, your skin feeling refreshed from the lengthy skincare routine you chose to bless yourself with. You check your phone as you slide under the covers. ‘City’s not busy tonight. Going home early. - Matt’ Reading his words makes you feel a little relieved and you settle into the pillows. It only takes you a minute or two until you realize something is missing, and it is not in your bag or behind your pillows like it usually is.

Your eyes snap open. “Oh, crap!”

At the other end of the city, Matt is making his way through his apartment. It feels empty and much colder without you there. Tonight, he didn’t come home with a lot of cuts, more scrapes, and bruises that he could take care of by himself. It seems as if the criminals of Hell’s Kitchen are using the summer heat to do something else entirely with their free nights. He hasn’t come home so early in a while and he kind of wishes you were there with him so he could have someone to cuddle, and your heartbeat always manages to drown out the noise of the city that lurks behind the closed window. 

Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, Matt finds himself stumbling over something. He has his apartment memorized, and whatever his toes bumped into wasn’t there before. He puts the glass down and gradually touches his way forward, reaching down to touch the fluffy object that almost caused him to fall flat on his ass. Part of him suspects your hairbrush or a piece of your clothing because it smells like you and you tend to get messy, especially when you leave your bags standing in various corners of the apartment; something always manages to fall out, and then you knock on his door the next day, smiling sheepishly and admitting that you oh so miraculously lost something at his place only to end up staying a few days. Maybe it’s one of those things. Something you can live without for a day or two but gives you a reason to visit him unprompted, but you both know that you never need a reason to appear at his apartment. If anything, Matt needs to finally ask you to move in. It would make things so much easier. 

When his hands envelop the small object though, he realizes that it’s not a hairbrush or anything else he’s heard you use before. It is a fluffy teddy bear with embedded eyes, and he can tell from touching it that it is a few years old, maybe decades, but it smells like you, your apartment, and your childhood bedroom that he got to visit once after meeting your parents. There is nostalgia glued to the teddy bear. You smell different during days than you smell during nights, and the stuffed animal carries the scent of your body lotion and toothpaste, blurring nights and mornings together. His shirts often smell like that after you’ve borrowed them for a couple of days and return them unwashed, knowing he thrives off of the pure essence of your skin. He does not doubt that you sleep with that teddy bear, and as he takes another whiff, he recognizes the laundry detergent that usually washes his sheets. You have slept with the same teddy bear in his bed, probably on nights he was absent before, and it warms his heart as well as breaks it at the same time. 

If you sleep with it and it smells so much like you, you probably miss it, and this could not have been a purposeful mishap. 

At first, he considers calling a cab and taking it to you, but then he stops and contemplates. You have never told him before and maybe there is a reason for it, so taking it to you personally could mean crossing boundaries you might not want him to cross. And he misses you dearly; the teddy bear smells so much like you, he soon finds himself burying his nose in the fluffy fabric and breathing you in. It’s soft and he’s sure it is more than comfortable to sleep with, just like you are. You are going to come knocking tomorrow and search for your teddy bear. Maybe you will tell him, maybe you won’t, but there is not much he can do in the middle of the night. You’re probably already asleep. 

He’s trying to somehow glorify his own decision, but then again, you would call him or come over if it were that serious. Matt takes your teddy bear to bed that night. He lays down and cuddles the stuffed animal to his chest, inhaling your scent. He’s not sure why you haven’t told him about it before, but it turns out to be a great cuddling partner in his time of need. 

He falls asleep faster than usual, his arms wrapped tightly around the teddy bear as his face disappears in the fake fur. He dreams of you and your warm body close to his, a sunny morning with breakfast in bed and a shared shower. He dreams of cuddling you all day and perhaps spending a day in the park afterward, but never once letting go of your soft hand in his. 

You have a key to his apartment. You considered taking the subway at three in the morning to get to his side of town, but you value your life and the lecture Matt would have given you should rather stay a fragment of your imagination. So after your eight o’clock meeting, you head to his apartment which is surprisingly close to your place of employment. He is supposed to be at work on a Wednesday morning at nine. You feel safe when you gently unlock the door and step inside, expecting to find the place empty as your boyfriend is probably in his office right now, having coffee with Foggy and complaining about the lack of a caseload. 

You were wrong. 

The floorboards creak under your shoes. You can already tell there is a silhouette behind the closed bedroom door. Carefully, you slide it open, not finding your teddy bear where you remember having placed your bag the other day. The milky glass slides to the side and you are met with a sight that both surprises you and instantly melts your heart in the process. 

Matt is lying in his bed, at half past nine in the morning, and he is fast asleep with the teddy bear you’ve been searching for cradled comfortably in his arms. His mouth is slightly agape, there is drool hanging at the corner of his mouth, and the worried crease between his eyebrows is almost completely gone. He has his nose buried in the stuffed animal, and he looks as content as ever. 

Tangled in the sheets, Matt feels safe and secure. The teddy bear still feels like you. He’s unaware of his surroundings, unaware of the time and the fact that you are now sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him with awe in your beautiful eyes. 

You reach out to stroke his hair. He stirs. “Matty,” you murmur. 

He slowly blinks to life. 

“Matthew, my love. Good morning…”

Matt smiles at the sound of your voice, but then the symphony of the city sounds crashes in and he realizes that he is no longer dreaming. He says your name, his voice barely above a whisper, and then finally opens his eyes. 

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

You chuckle softly. “I should ask you the same thing.”

“Day off.”

“Oh.”

“No cases.”

“Well, my meeting ran short, so I came here,” you say. Your eyes switch to the teddy bear in his arms and your cheeks flush a bright red. “‘Cause I forgot something.”

Knowingly, he smiles back at you. ”You did?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because this is probably the first time a woman has ever left her teddy bear at your place. It’s embarrassing.” You grab Mr. Bear from his clutches and get up, hugging the teddy bear to your chest. “So I’m sorry. For that.”

He lifts his head and slowly sits up, his shirtless frame moving up against the headboard. You stare at him, your gaze unwavering. Matt holds out his hand, urging you to come closer, but you refuse. 

“It’s not embarrassing,” he says. 

“It kind of is though.”

“No, sweetheart, it’s not. It’s a teddy bear.”

“Exactly.”

He sighs. “You’re right, this is the first time someone has left a teddy bear at my place.”

Your lips twirl up into an embarrassed yet triumphant smile. 

“But,” he says, his unfocused eyes searching for yours as he runs his fingers through his brown locks, “I have also never been more in love with you.”

“Wait what?” you frown. 

“Adults can have teddy bears too, and the fact that you have something to offer you comfort at night is adorable.”

You take slow steps toward him and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

“It smells like you,” he admits, “which is why I slept with it, and I get it. It’s soft. I have you as my personal teddy bear, but who’s to say you can’t have an actual teddy bear at home? It holds childhood memories, doesn’t it?”

You nod shyly. 

“And people have laughed at you for it?”

“Ever since I was a child,” you tell him. 

“Well, fuck ‘em. It’s cute. I just want to know, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was embarrassed.” You play with your teddy bear’s ears. “And because I didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t enough for me by saying ‘Oh, by the way, I need my teddy bear to sleep’. It just felt weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Matt assures you. His smile is bright as he leans down to kiss you. “So don’t be embarrassed.”

“You mean it?” You look up at him with hopeful eyes. 

He nods and takes the teddy bear from you. “In fact, I think we should share it,” he says. 

“Share it?” Your embarrassment and nerves fly out the window and you find yourself giggling at his suggestion. “Are you serious?” you ask. 

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never had a teddy bear… and as I said, it smells like you.”

And you know how much he loves your scent. 

You curl into him, his nose instantly moving to rub against your scalp, smelling your shampoo and conditioner from the night before. He sighs happily, still holding the teddy bear, and it seems as if he’s not ready to give it back. 

“I’ll buy you a teddy bear, Matty.”

“What?”

“You said you never had one, so I’ll get you one.”

“Well, why can’t I have yours?”

You tear the teddy bear out of his hands. “Because it’s mine, and I am very territorial about my emotional support teddy bear.”

He pouts. “I thought I was your emotional support teddy bear.”

“Yeah,” you say, using the few minutes you have left to cuddle closer to him, “and I am very territorial about that one too.”

Matt chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “I can live with that,” he says. 

When you come home that night, you’re carrying a bouquet in one hand and a gift bag in the other. He frowns, but as soon as he feels the fluffy object inside, his grin widens. It has horns and a tail, a little too on the nose, but he smiles nonetheless. 

“It’s a dinosaur,” you tell him. “Because you once told me you loved dinosaurs as a kid. And if you want, I’ll sleep with it a few nights so it’ll smell like me.”

He wraps his arms around you in an instant. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you.”

Needless to say, from that moment on, you will both be going to sleep with your emotional support teddy bears (or dinosaurs) every night. 

[second-star-to-motunui]

The Happiest, Non-Magic Boy On Earth! ❤️✨

✨ Feat. Mika Inkwell (oc) ✨

NRC’s newest student is strange boy who is deemed magicless! And yet the oddest things keep happening around him…

note: just a fun thing to properly introduce my special boy ❤️

Mika Inkwell is without a doubt, the strangest boy anyone had ever seen at Night Raven College.

The Dark Mirror dubbed him a magicless oddity from another world, during the Entrance Ceremony. Yet, not even two seconds later, he pulled a giant paint brush out of nowhere, used it to create a giant stack of soufflé pancakes, then erased it just as fast. Where did the paintbrush come from? No body knows.

Mika has a knack for pulling random objects out of nowhere. Stop signs, frying pans, lunchboxes, alarm clocks, comically large objects—literally anything.

During an argument with Sebek, he said that Mika’s goofy behavior was so disgraceful that someone should tell his mother (which he does not have, he has two fathers.) Mika proceeded to pull out an old fashioned telephone and call Sebek’s mother to complain.

“Hello, Mrs. Zigvolt? Your son is being VERY annoying!”

“What the—GIVE ME THAT—!”

Mika is quite the fashionista. Every once in a while he’ll ditch his uniform for his newest designs, from colorful dresses to flashy cardigans to strange decorated mouse ears. He’s usually seen in up to five different outfits per day. How does he change so fast? It’s a mystery.

He’s doesn’t only make clothes! Pillows, stuffed animals and backpacks are his specialty too! All of his friends end up with handmade gifts from him.

Epel has a poison apple backpack. Floyd has a big shrimp plushie. Ace and Deuce have matching card solider scarves. Malleus has a gargoyle teddy bear that he loves very much.

Speaking of Malleus, he is absolutely fascinated by everything Mika does. Boy could spend hours talking about his pin collection and favorite desserts and Malleus will be staring at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“My dad bought me these pins right after I went on a scary ride at a theme park! This one’s cracked because I tripped on a ladybug and fell on my face!”

“Child of man, I say this with absolute seriousness, how soon can I have your hand in marriage?”

Apart from being a master at sewing, Mika is also one hell of artist. Too good of an artist. Some of his pantings have a bad habit of coming to life.

It’s important that he has an empty sketchbook on hand, otherwise he’s gonna find himself another canvas. Like one of NRC’s many boring, blank grey walls! Crowley let it slide the first time because Mika painted a very lovely mural of the Great Seven that everyone loved.

He had to pull the plug when Mika painted 3D sculptures of walking broomsticks to help Ace and Deuce with their chores. Heartslabyul almost drowned.

That doesn’t stop Mika from making paintings all over Ramshackle!

“Mr. Inkwell?”

“Mr. Crowley~?”

“Would you happen to know anything about the blue bunnies rampaging all over campus grounds?”

“What makes ya think I had anythin’ to do with it?”

“Your signature is on their BUTTS!”

Mika also has funny nicknames for some people on campus—Vil is Blueberry Pancake, Epel is Lavender Macaron, Malleus is Mint Cheesecake, etc.

The strangest nicknames however are the ones he’s has for the Great Seven.

Why would he refer to them with names such as Uncle Scar, Auntie Hilda and Mama Mal? Do they remind him of his actual family? Supposedly, he has a huge family.

The Great Seven appear in a lot of Mika’s doodles, along with a few other familiar figures…

“Blueberry Pancake! I designed another dress for you! I based it off of Auntie Hilda’s dress! Do you like it?”

“It’s a cute design, but you need to stop calling the Fairest Queen by such an improper name. I don’t mind your name for me but you shouldn’t refer to a well respected figure like that.”

“Well she didn’t like when I called her Mama.”

“What—?”

[luvrodite]

more roommate!jason headcanons as requested! i kept these as general headcanons but trust that i have plans for more roommate!jason fics because i'm so obsessed with him

he's so the kind of person to pretend he's not going to pick up your snacks when he goes grocery shopping – you yell at him as he's out the door to get you xyz and he's like no it's too late as if he's not still at home ?? weird ass guy – but he comes home and throws the packet at you or leaves it for you to find when you put it away (he did the shopping, you do the unpacking because teamwork = dreamwork)

if you're stressed out about something and snap at him because he just can't seem to get that you're not in the mood for his shit – he loves driving you up the wall and usually you give it back just as good but today is just. not your day – he leaves you alone for a bit and then comes into your room with some food or something. he's sweet in his own way

you guys go on drives for sure when one of you can't sleep and the other is up – usually it's you who can't fall asleep and jason sees your light on under your door so he drags you out of bed with the excuse of wanting to go get a slushie but he doesn't want to go alone (lie. that guy loves his alone time. but he also likes you so)

he makes himself scarce when your friends come over but he's also on good terms with them because they're your people you know?? if you guys need to be picked up after a night out he's your man. they love him so much because they've spent countless nights in the back seats of his car and he's never uttered a complaint except to threaten them teasingly not to throw up in his car–always brings water for you guys after a night out but pretends that he had it there from earlier in the day

after the gilmore girls saga, you guys started watching that regularly. he likes curling up in your room because it's more comfy than the couch but he'll never say it, and he's secretly so happy when you're too lazy to move to the couch and text him to come to your room instead. he has a favourite pillow for sure.

grows increasingly touchy as your relationship grows over time. if you're in the kitchen and he's passing by, his hand is on your elbow or your back. if you're lying on the couch and he wants to sit, he'll physically move your legs and set them on his lap–subconsciously kneads your calves while you guys watch whatever you're watching.

gets so quiet when he's having a bad day, is very moody and withdrawn. it feels too still in the apartment on those days, and you're the one who has to go run 'errands' (see: go to the batburger drive-thru) and he absolutely has to come. you don't say much but it's a better kind of quiet. in a few days when he's gathered his thoughts, he's probably going to come and bitch with you about it. i can imagine him flopping onto your bed while you're doing something and hugging one of your stuffed animals or pillows to his chest while he just. complains.

ahh roommate jason my beloved stinky

[ilyasorokinn]

can i request dad!woody? ty!

JAMIE AND MILES

i dedicated my last blurb to someone, so let's do it again lol. this blurb is dedicated to @bitchinbarzal cause woodsy deserves more love and we're slowly going to take the world by storm with our woodsy content. also, i love luna and that's that. also, this blurb is inspired by this tiktok i saw cause it was so cute.

tw: children/kids

after many years of waiting and planning, you were finally going on a girls trip with your friends. it had been put off for years because of hockey season then work and babies and weddings, but now everyone was free.

but with you gone, that left miles alone with your son.

"bye, my monkey." you held jamie to your chest and kissed his head a couple times, "i'm gonna miss you."

"miss you." he wrapped his arms around your neck, melting your heart. you kissed the temple of his head again before setting him back down and turning your attention to miles.

you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, "i love you."

"i love you, too." he squeezed you, "and don't worry about us. we'll be fine."

"i'm not worried. you'll be fine. i'm just gonna miss you both."

"yeah, we're gonna miss you, too." he kissed your head and hugged you. neither of you moved for a good couple of seconds and you felt jamie climb in between your legs and hug them.

you smiled, caressing his head, "i should get going."

"yeah." you pulled away, leaning in and kissing, "i love you," he mumbled against your lips.

"i love you, too." you pulled away and smiled, then bent down inf front of jamie again, "and i love you, jammers."

"love mama." he giggled and you kissed his cheek again.

you hiked your backpack over your shoulder and grabbed the handle of your suitcase, "bye bye." you waved.

miles held jamie on his hip, and waved, "bye, mommy." he waved then looked down at jamie, "can you wave bye?" jamie did his best to copy his father's actions. you smiled and waved until you were through the double doors.

as the days went on, miles would send videos to you of him and jamie doing everything. the first video, it was just of jamie, but you could hear miles in the back.

jamie was on his scooter, scootering down the sidewalk in front of your house, his cute little dinosaur helmet on. he was giggling as he skated towards miles.

"good job, buddy." miles complimented, reaching out and giving him a high five.

the next was a video of jamie eating a big boy cup of ice cream. his entire face was covered in ice cream as he scooped more into his mouth.

"is it good?" jamie giggled and nodded, "good." miles reached out with a napkin and wiped the sides of his mouth.

the last was a video of jamie in bed, cuddling his stuffed animal and babbling on, his eyes were barely open, "do you know who's coming home tomorrow?"

"mama." a smile broke out on his face, and he giggled again.

"do you miss mommy?" jamie nodded, "what are we gonna do when we see mommy tomorrow?"

"hug," jamie responded.

"that's right." miles gave him a high-five again, "all right, it's time for night night."

"mama, mama." he babbled quietly to himself.

"i love you, jammers."

"love you." jamie blew him a sloppy kiss.

"oh, thank you." miles caught it and blew one back at him. he reached over and turned on jamie's nightlight, "see you in the morning."

the next morning, you were excited to finally be home with your family. you were glad to get some time away, but going home was something you were looking forward to.

miles couldn't pick you up because of a work call he had, so you took an uber home and excitedly made your way up to the door.

you rang the doorbell and in a matter of moments, you could hear jamie's little footsteps running up to the door, "mama." you heard him and couldn't help but smile.

"wait for me, buddy." you heard miles say as he approached the door. after a couple of seconds, the lock turned and the door opened and jamie squealed.

"hi, my little monkey." you immediately bent down and caught him as he crashed into your arms, "oh, i missed you so much." you cradled his head and held him tight.

"mama." he wrapped his arms around your neck, "miss mama."

"i missed you too, jammers." you pulled away and kissed his little hand. you then turned your attention to miles and leaned up and kissed him, "i missed you, too."

"i missed you." he laughed, leaning in and kissing you again, "do you wanna show mommy your picture?" jamie nodded, and you bent down, setting on the ground and watching him run off.

"we went to the library and got to draw pictures."

"i can't wait." you beamed, walking further into the house, leaving miles to bring your suitcase in as jamie ran back in with his picture, "wow, look at that."

"he was very excited to show you." miles said.

"this is wonderful, jammers. fridge worthy." you took it from him and walked over to the fridge, put it up then placed a magnet on it, "there, now it's perfect." you smiled. jamie clapped his hands.

taylor's 2.5k celly!

[poindexters-labratory]

Could you tell us your thoughts about Evan in your au???

Sure!!

Evan can best be described as the asshole kid brother for the first half of Before the Storm. He is a lot like Michael, being highly argumentative and confrontational during this point in time. Evan is the quiet listener type, doesn't have a lot of friends, and isn't very emotive like his father and brother are.

Him and Michael fight often, but their arguments end quickly. Until 1982, Evan found Michael to be more of an annoyance than anything, and his brother viewed him the same way.

One of my favorite aspects of FNAF lore that I haven't seen a lot of people touch on is that they're located in the United States desert west, which is where I spent some of my childhood. I'll just mention this here because cowboys are Evan's favorite thing.

This AU gives me the opportunity to touch on western US culture and environments. There are Gila monsters, red-tailed hawks, cougars, coyotes, and snakes roaming about the environment. There's desert, mountains, red rocks, winding roads, and broad open sky, it all feels like home to me. Henry is from a ranch-hand family, he was and remains a cowboy. The Afton kids all get a taste for helping out on Henry's family ranch from time to time.

Evan especially likes to work on the ranch. He likes being helpful and especially loves the animals. The kid likes it to the point of spending Wednesdays with Henry to help out with feeding the animals and learning from Henry's patience combined with his hard work ethic.

(Henry is almost a second father to all of William's kids.)

Evan development takes a drastic turn at the age of 11 (1982). William had his horrific springlock accident and during his hours long surgery to get everything off under Henry's guidance, Evan slipped away from Michael, and walked into the OR. He couldn't come anywhere near William without panicking for a few months and animatronics, he never got over.

Over the course of the year, he couldn't sleep through the night and vivid night terrors would wake him up (he's always had them, but these went on for months and months). Michael didn't help much with his constant pranks. His dad tried to help when he could, but was either occupied with work or retraining his body to function.

William didn't break any bones in his accident (thankfully), but it was a lot of nerve and tissue damage. His vocal cords were damaged in the accident, so he didn't sound like himself much, and Evan wasn't a fan. He was also suffering intense nightmares and psychological trauma from the accident.

The only one who could take care of Evan during this time was Michael. Evan didn't have any friends to go to, Henry was always busy as his father was (combined with William's healing physical and mental health), his older brother was the only other viable option. And it sucked ass.

William did another one of his antics in placing copies of Fredbear stuffed animals around Hurricane on Evan's routes to and from different locations to make sure he was okay and because he knew how Michael would be.

Michael had better things to do, 1982-83 being his senior year, with his friends leaving for college, studying because he wanted to leave, be a stupid teenager, and do everything for his last year of high school that wasn't looking after his crybaby kid brother. So, there was payback in making Evan as miserable as possible.

But then it went too far.

Evan Afton Fun Facts!!

His birthday is April 24, 1971

Also, not William's biological son (William and Claire had a mutual agreement to keep their relationship open to make it easier for them, then later got divorced when Claire really wanted to go back home)

The scars on his face, arm, and leg is result of really terrible road burn he got when he was younger. Henry has dogs, and not just dogs, but herding dogs. These dogs are really good with their commands. Evan was holding the leashes for two of the dogs and Henry called them, causing little Evan to be dragged across road. Henry apologized a lot. He still apologizes.

Evan has Tourette's because I said so

His favorite game is "Freak Dad Out", which includes dramatic theatrics both at home and in public (he's only gotten in trouble once and it because he broke one of William's rabbit figurines)

He has a staring problem

Nicknames: Sweets (William-given), Worm (Michael-given), Grizzly (Lizzie-given)

Favorite animatronic: he's never liked them enough to have one