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

[horangslay]

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

[orcelito]

Did the stuff exchange 👍 that sucked 👍 wahoo

[sainns]

PINING.

𝓢. ㅤㅤthings they do to show that they like you.

OT7ㅤ✶ ㅤ (⠀gnreader⠀) . . . friend!enhypen, pre relationship, this is a revamped post from when i first started my account, sunoo's the craziest one here for sure, a singular death joke, not proofread so pls ignore typos.ㅤ817 words

lee heeseung refuses to let you carry anything. he’s made it a habit of grabbing anything that you’re holding and carrying it himself. whether it be shopping bags, your purse, a stuffed animal that he won for you, or groceries, he will be carrying it all. sure, it may be a little hard carrying 15 different bags of groceries up to your apartment but he doesn't mind. even as you complain, saying that you feel bad that he has to carry everything when you can help, he'll just laugh you off, asking you to let him do this for you. you do a lot for him (unbeknownst to you) and this is the least he can do.

park jongseong asks for your opinion on almost everything he does. he'll ask you if he should buy this shirt or that one, watch looks better, what he should eat. it’s like he lost all ability make choices for himself after he gained feelings for you, only trusting your opinion. maybe it's because he wants to have things that you like, who knows. what everyone does know is that the contanst buzzing coming from your phone? jay. he's most definitely texting you about whatever it is he feigns needing help choosing, but he can't help it if your opinion is the only one that matters to him.

sim jaeyun loves to go shopping with you; he literally begs to be able go even if you tell him that you're just going to window shop. not to mention the fact that he is so serious about shopping; he’ll put his phone on do not disturb, giving you his full attention. when you ask him was store he wants to go to he'll shake his head, claming that this trip is for you and if he reall needs something then he can go on his own time. he always ends up buying your stuff for you, waving you off as he gives the cashier his money.

park sunghoon calls you every single night just so that he can fall asleep to your voice. in the beginning he asks you about your day, listening intently and asking follow up questions. he wants to hear your voice for as long as possible, especially when he went the whole day without talking to you. when you ask about his day, though, he gives you the most basic answer possible and moves the conversation back to you. and every morning, without fail, he claims that he didn't mean to fall asleep but your voice is way too soothing for your own good. you figure that he's not telling the full truth after you hear him say goodnight and he doesn't hang up the phone.

kim seonwoo takes more pictures of you than he does of himself. you swear when you caught a glipse of his gallery you saw an album named 'yn' that featured over seven thousand photos of you. which yes, you saw correctly, he has a very full folder full of pictutes of you. most of them aren't even good but he would rather die than delete the ten, nearly identical, photos of you laughing or the blurry video he got while you were ugly crying because of some movie. he also uses them to tease you—laughing when you tell him to delete it. yeah.. he's almost all out of storage, at this point he's going to buy a burner phone just for photos of you.

yang jungwon loves to texts you updates about his day. if you think jay texts you a lot, oh man, jungwon beats him by twenty miles. he'll tell you his plans who they're with, what he's planning on eating, the cute cat family he saw on the street (pictures included). this man tells you everything, every thought he has it feels like. honestly, he only bothers going out so that he has an excuse to text you, it makes him smile brightly at his phone when he sees your responses. when you start sending him updates about your day? he gets so happy, it's his favorite part of the day to hear from you now, nothing else could ever compare.

nishimura riki does not know what personal space is. he's always touching you in some way, even if it's subtle, like your shoulders pressing together when you're sitting on the couch, watching a movie. when you walk somewhere together, you have to push him away multiple times because he's practically on top of you with how close he is. when you're hanging out with friends, he tends to wrao an arm around your shoulder or lean his head against yours. your friends tease him for it, saying that he's practically apart of you now. he glares at them playfully, gripping your hand in his as he pulls you away (he just really wants to be alone with you).

[iichfilwypj]

his dreamy girl | percy jackson

ღ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ღ warnings: i mention a hit? this is pure fluff to me im very bad at this. Also i was falling asleep and i thought of these so it might suck <3 ღ wc: 685 pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6 - pt 7

“And then he tried to steal my sword! The one that literally comes back to me! How stupid can you be?” his rambles echoed through Cabin 3 that hot, dark night. Some hours earlier, the blue team had won Capture the Flag, and Percy was especially excited to share all the details with her. 

Like every other time, she hadn’t attended; not because she wasn’t skilled with weapons, but because no one had managed to wake her from her nap. When Grover tried, he received a slap and a mumbled, “The horses are hungry”, in response.

So there she was, lying on Percy’s bed in her pajamas with a face mask on, listening to him recount how he had hit Clarisse on the nose, how he had nearly eaten dirt, and how Annabeth had, once again, shoved him into the lake. His voice was extremely high-pitched, and she was on the verge of bursting into tears.

That was something she hated about being a daughter of Hypnos. Although her father had blessed her with the divine power to control her dreams –and believe me, being a demigod, that was very, very nice–, he also gifted her with a constant sense of fatigue. At breakfast? She was tired. Lunch? She was tired. Oh, she just woke up from a five-hour nap? So what, she was still tired. She couldn’t help it, no matter how hard she tried. 

When she met Percy, she quickly became friends with the boy who, instead of ignoring her for hours until she apologized for something she couldn’t control, set up a cozy little corner for her in his cabin, with pillows, stuffed animals, candles, and even tea bags. Come on, that boy was willing to challenge his dyslexia just to read something for her before bed.

“And then Annabeth goes, Well, you should run faster. Like, what!? I run very fast, sorry–” Percy’s shout jolted his friend out of her daydream, having closed her eyes as thoughts raced through her mind. She looked at him, watching as he fiddled with the sheets, and decided she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey, ocean breath” she murmured, and to him, her voice sounded like a fucking angel’s. Seeing her there, in his bed made him feel like an idiot and a coward. 

He looked at her with curiosity, quickly recalling what he was about to share and feeling excited to tell about it. “What? I was about to tell you how she crashed into the tree,” but as her eyes slowly rolled back, Percy realized what was happening. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. “Oh, Zeus, don’t tell me you’re tired!”

He moved closer to her, resting his head on his pillow and basically lying down on top of her. By the way her head was tilting to the side, he knew he only had a few minutes left before she fell completely asleep. 

And yes, he totally chose those last minutes to tease her.

“Oh god, you’re like a baby! No, like a puppy. Wait, was it cats that slept like sixteen hours a day?” the girl tried to push him away with the little strength she had left, but Percy knew that deep down, she enjoyed this. Well, maybe not being squished by him, but knowing that he didn’t see her sleep as a bad thing.

She would never know, but Percy's favorite pastime was admiring her while she slept –oh my god, of course he couldn’t tell her that, it sounded really creepy. He cherished every detail about her, and if she was happy sleeping, he would make the whole world fall into an eternal slumber just to please her.

“Go to sleep, dreamy,” he said, gently flipping them both so she was on top of him. After turning off the little lamp beside the bed, his hands found their way to her back, stroking it softly. She buried her face in his neck and sighed. He dared to say “I love you”

But she was already lost in her dreams, and he was completely head over heels.

again, i am slut for fluff!!!! <3

[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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[tsublue]

Your 4th house lord and what you find comfort in

< This can also most likely work with moon house placements too. >

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Oh boy, this is a long unfinished draft i’m coming back to.

Also happy Holidays! Sending love and hugs to everyone!

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4th house lord in 1st house

You either love being by yourself and hanging out with yourself or/and you enjoy doing things that can improve you in every way. Like-so getting ready and etc. Kinda Emma Chamberlain vibes okayyy.

4th house lord in 2nd house

You had/still have an comfort item or a special stuffed animal growing up, didn’t you. You most likely also like when everything is planned out for the day or for the event that ur going to do and it’ll be inside ur comfort zone. You like to have everything “laid out.”

4th house lord in 3rd house

You either love being by yourself or you absolutely hate it. Nothing in between. It’s up to your mind and how it works. It’s either your bestest friend forever or your worst enemy. You most likely were/are close to your siblings or overall friends and find comfort in these people. You like to write out your thoughts or be creative with expressing them since you’ve figured out what you feel might be little too complicated for others and writing it out can bring you comfort.

4th house lord in 4th house

Isn’t this too obvious? You obviously like to spend time around your family or if your 4th house is in a water sign you also probably just like to sit and observe your family in a way. Not in a creepy way. It’s just unexplainable. Something such as Elio from “Call Me by Your Name” You most likely have a very good bond with your mother and female figures around you who have been around for a long time and are most likely your comfort zone.

4th house lord in 5th house

You are one energetic soul. If not physically then your mind will always be very vibrant and active. You most likely find comfort in some particular activities you do. Which can also mean hot girl walks as in clearing your head when stressed and etc. You probably also liked to draw and do the arts in many forms. That’s what let you express yourself and let stuff out which also brought you even the slightest bit of relief and comfort.

4th house lord in 6th house

A little bit like the 2nd house, you like to spend your time working on yourself as a way of escapism. Also really like to be outside, around the nature and most likely had a very great bond with your pets and other outside world animals. You probably prefer animals over humans. (And I love you for that. ) Having a routine or a planned out schedule is probably inside your comfort zone.

4th house lord in 7th house

You most likely find comfort in expressing yourself. Especially in clothes and outfit options. Also guiding others has probably given you fulfillment. You had one unique mind growing up. You also found comfort through acknowledgments from others when completing or doing something.

4th house lord in 8th house

You never liked to get too comfortable and always needed a new thing or a change in the way you do or feel. You’ve at least at some point loved spending time just sitting in your room in silence by yourself at night or in the dark and found comfort in your own company. It’s also giving quite traumatized child isolation vibes if you ask me, but not always in a bad way.

4th house lord in 9th house

You are one moving soul too in a way. You felt fulfillment when learning about new stuff or doing a workbook of some sort. If you also were/are religious then you might’ve found more comfort than other people in the religion’s ‘god’. You also probably found out that having different experiences and people from different cultures and different backgrounds can make you feel comforted.

4th house lord in 10th house

Your not direct priority has not been finding comfort. You can feel fulfillment and comfort when getting the recognition for your work, whatever it has been. I personally think that deep down your family and close ones are pretty much comfort place for you even if it’s subconsciously, but you are pretty materialistic in such fields.

4th house lord in 11th house

You always are trying to find comfort in your way and probably have been on the hunt for it at some point in your life. You like to have or happen to have your points differently as in it could be a stuffed animal or something non materialistic. We’ll never know. You just find comfort in what you find comfort in. I personally would like to point out that Grandparents can also be one of the comforts for you. I really would like to learn about your experiences.

4th house lord in 12th house

Oh my poor baby. I have a slight feeling you might have been neglected as a child in a way especially with emotionally non present caretakers/parents. You probably have a tendency to isolation and using it as a coping mechanism. You felt comfortable and comforted in your head and mind since it’s a mystic place. All i have to say is stick to your guts. Love you.

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[vesuvianhermitcrabs]

The Arcana M6 When The Bed Is Covered In Plushies

Asra

The bed has disappeared. Not from magic or anything like that, it's just no longer visible beneath the absolute mound of plushies you own

Oh, how does Asra feel about it?

Who do you think was supplying you with all these stuffed animals?

He thrives in this environment

They immediately crawl beneath all of them and become one with the plushie pile

He makes expectant grabbing motions to lure you into the pile of snugness, where he will trap you for all eternity

Faust also thrives in this environment and often is found squeezing the life out of a plushie

Speaking of Faust, she gets lost in the plushie pile so often you will have to check for her before diving in

Do not dive on top of her

Asra will accidentally kick half of the plushies off the bed in his sleep

Nadia

Her poor heart

The first time she walks in on you sitting in your mound of soft little friends she completely freezes. There's this dewy glittery haze in her eyes that makes you feel as if she's about to keel over

I hope your bed is big enough to accommodate all the plushies you're about to receive

She doesn't care that it's impractical, it makes you happy and that makes her happy

Although if she's being completely honest, this might be healing something for her

Not that she'll tell you that, you'll find out through her having a bit of a snuggle session with your plushies while she thinks you're gone

(DO NOT BRING IT UP SHE WILL GET FLUSTERED AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE HER DOING THAT AGAIN)

If anyone tries to make fun of you she just purchases you more (there's nothing quite like retail therapy, I guess??)

Julian

He doesn't register the plushies on the bed at night, he just crashed there immediately due to working for 4 days straight

In the morning (late afternoon), he notices. He lets out a frightened "GAH!" and asks you where all of them came from (they've been there for a week)

You explain to him why you own so many and he turns away, smiling a little at the sight of them

Julian's started to have some weird behavioral changes since this discovery. He's started to come to bed a little earlier, and when he doesn't, you end up noticing your plushies missing and later finding them on top of his papers or sitting on the dining table

When you leave to go run errands you'll often come home to him clutching one of your plushies (he's pretending he wasn't just snuggling the shit out of one while sobbing into his pant leg out of depression and loneliness)

Portia

Oh. Oh my.

The first time she sees you cuddled up with a soft toy she physically can not handle it. It's just too cute for her

It doesn't help that you're in a big pile of cute soft fluffy things either

She needs an outlet or else she's going to combust, so she ends up punting one of the plushies off the bed and into the hallway (this was followed by a disgruntled yowl)

You look at her in complete owl-eyed shock and she seems to realize what she's done with a surprised laugh

Portia giggles out a series of breathy apologies before going to put the plushie back in the room

Sticks a band aid on the injured one

Bless her soul, she loves you too much for her body to physically be able to handle

One day you came home to a little crocheted Pepi and an apology note from Portia

Muriel

He saw you with a couple on your trip with Morga

In all honesty his first thought was... well. There wasn't really one. It was like you had scrambled, deep fried, and microwaved his brain, all at the same time

When you moved into the hut he wasn't quite expecting you to move in with all of those

He finds it oddly endearing

But... how are you all going to fit on the bed

Genuinely considers going back to sleeping on the ground

After you frantically convince him that this won't be necessary, he huffs a tiny little sigh of relief before you both wonder what to do next

You decide to build a shelf to keep the majority of the stuffies on, while a select few go in the bed with you

Inanna loves them very much and will adore and protect them like her own pups

She loves them so much that she pulls them off the shelf and into bed with you, her, and Muriel, putting you back to square one

Lucio

Complained so much about your bed of plushies that you were considering running off into the woods to never be seen again

Okay well you wouldn't really do that, and seeing as you don't really live in a house your bedroll is covered in plushies

"MC, why are you holding a plushie when you could be holding me?" Becomes a nightly conversation

This problem is mostly solved when you get a plushie of him commissioned

What helps the most is when you buy him some of his own

Cue sniffling and eyeliner stained fluids running down his face

Much like Nadia, you're pretty sure this is actually very healing for him so you indulge him

Sometimes you'll hear him ranting to the plushies with his face all squished into them, which you always stop to listen to. Especially when the conversation turns to you

[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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Stuffed animal

Pairing:  Legolas x Reader

Wordcount: 1210 words

Warnings: hurt to comfort; The fellowship being mean to reader

Summary: After the fellowship made fun of you sleeping with a stuffed animal a certain elf is there to comfort you.

Finally, you were able to rest a bit. Aragorn and Gandalf found a clearing in the forest they both agreed on resting for the night. So, the fellowship prepared their bedrolls. When they finished Sam began to cook dinner, Aragorn sharpened his sword, Gandalf watched how Boromir tried to teach the hobbits how to make a fire, Legolas rested with his eyes closed against a tree and you were preoccupied with staring at the elf across from you. You’ve had a crush on him since you first saw him at the council of Elrond. And how could you not? Long blond hair, icy blue eyes, a fierce warrior, you could rant about him all day.

 “My lady,” Aragorn pulled your gaze away, while he gave you a plate of soup.

 “Thanks, Aragorn,” you responded gratefully.

 “You know,” he began as he sat next to you, “you should just tell him, that you fancy him,” you nearly choked on your soup at his declaration.

 “I- what?”

 “Come on, it is painfully obvious that you both like each other,” he left you stunned, to say the least and walked over to Gandalf.

Soon darkness fell upon the camp and the only source of light was the slowly dimming fire. The fellowship sounded asleep, so you slowly sat up and as quiet as possible opened your bag and pulled your stuffed animal out. You can’t sleep without it but felt ashamed of your little habit and chose to hide it from the others. As a woman it was hard enough to proof that you were capable of this quest. You cuddled against it and let the faint sounds of the fire and the snores of Gimli lull you to sleep.

 You woke up to loud laughter from your friends. Groaning you turned to the other side trying to shut them out and get a bit more rest. But as your mind slowly came to its senses, you missed the light weight in your arm. Hastily you opened your eyes to see your little friend wasn’t anywhere near you. You hurriedly began searching for it through your things.

“Do you miss something?”  Gimli laughed at you, while he held your stuffed animal up.

“Our fierce warrior sleeps with a stuffed animal who would have thought of that?” Boromir mocked you. You looked around hoping someone would defend you. But the hobbits just laughed along, even Aragorn and Gandalf smirked at their cruel jokes and Legolas was nowhere in sight, he was probably looking for any danger ahead of us.

 As the humiliation became too much and you felt tears threatening to fall you ran into the forest. You only stopped when your vision was too blurry to see properly. Sinking down with your back against a tree you buried your head in your bend knees, while you continued to cry.

Meanwhile Legolas came back from inspecting the further road. Thanks to his elven ears he heard the conversation, and he was furious. Because unbeknownst to you he also had his eyes on you since the day he first saw you.

 “What was that?” Legolas asked in a stern tone.          

 “Oh, we just had a bit fun,” Gimli answered still laughing.

 “Fun for whom? Because of what I’ve witnessed (Y/N) just ran crying into the forest,” the elf bit angrily back.

 “Maybe it’s better if she’s gone. I mean if she still sleeps with a stuffed animal she can’t be of much help, can she?” Boromir piped in defending Gimli.

 “She is a strong warrior with a kind and loving heart. She is a perfect addition to this company. She has proven herself often enough. We all know that. And besides everyone has something from home to remind us of it,” Legolas pointed out and everyone fell silent knowing he was right, „For example Gimli, you have your necklace with pictures of your family. Aragorn, you have your evenstar and Frodo, you have your mithril shirt. So why shouldn’t she be allowed to have something, that remind her of her home?” he went on in rage and the fellowship let their gaze fall to the ground in shame, knowing he was right.

 “While I go looking for her, I advise you all start thinking of a good apology for her,” he said already walking in the direction you took off but not without your stuffed animal.

While he searched for you, he freed it from a few leaves that were tangled in the soft fur from sleeping on the ground until he picked up quiet sobs ahead of him.

The sight in front of him broke his heart your whole body shook with the sobs you desperately tried to muffle with your hand.

 “I think you forgot someone,” Legolas spoke as softly as he could. Startled you looked up to see he was now sitting beside you with your little comforter sitting in his lap.

 “G-Go away, Legolas,” it warmed your heart that he was trying to comfort you, but you do not want him to see you like this.

 “So, you want me to return with your friend?”

 “It’s stupid anyway,” you grabbed it and threw it away which shocked Legolas. The elf stood up and walked over to the poor animal to pick it up.

“I do not think it’s stupid. I actually think it is quite relatable,” you looked up at him to find there was no lie in his eyes and your stuffed animal closely held to his chest.

 “You don’t?”

 “No, I could not for I too miss my home. Every one of us does and it is cruel to make fun out of something, that helps you,” the elf explained softly sitting next to you again.

 “I got it from my parents when I was a child. It’s the only thing I still have of my family. They died

w-when I was young, “

 “Which makes it even more understandable that you carry it with you,” 

 “You really do not think of it as stupid or childish? “

 „No, I don’t. I can’t think that of someone I love, “

he blurted out and started to lightly blush as he realized what he had said. 

 „Y-you love me? “ You asked kind of shocked. 

He thought for a second what he should do now but decided for the truth. 

 „Yes, “ he whispered as he looked to his feet.  

 “I love you too,” you whispered back making eye contact with him when he looked up. You watched as a smile came upon his features and involuntary you mimicked him. Slowly he leaned closer to you but before your lips touched, he stopped. 

 “May I?” Legolas whispered looking down towards your lips. Instead of answering you closed the gap between you two. Trying to convey every emotion Legolas felt for you he kissed you back. 

 “How about we go back and give the others the chance to apologize to you?” He asked when you both broke away from one another for air. You nodded in agreement and stood up with the help of Legolas hand.  For the whole way back, he didn’t let go of your hand instead he looked at you with a smile on his face. 

[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. 

[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

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '24 ⸺ 「 5 / 31 * SHELTER」

October, 1949

Despite his relative youth, there are nights when Emmett’s body aches down to the very depths of his soul, laden with a weight that threatens to drag him down into the deepest abyss. Sometimes, when he sinks, he can see the faint outline of something monstrous lurking down there, something that regards him with hungry, covetous eyes and murmurs words dripping with poison. 

Guilt. The monster that has been following him for the past several years is guilt. 

It helps to put a name to it. 

He falls less often now that he has somewhat steady, engaging work to devote himself to during the day. 

But sometimes there are evenings where he cannot outrun it when comes seeking him out. His notebooks sit untouched despite the eternally wound clockwork gears that keep his mind constantly working, his own personal projects lie in various states of completion around his place, and even his saxophone, whose songs do wonders for driving back these episodes, hangs in the usual spot, barely offered a glance. 

So Emmett distracts himself with the paper, seeking an escape in the more mundane.

One thing in particular catches his attention—a small, easily overlooked ad situated off in the corner of the page, promoting the local adoption centre. 

Open your home to your new best friend. 

A dog—he had always wanted one ever since he was young, however no matter how he begged and pleaded Father, going so far as to utilise the logical arguments he loved so as a judge, his father refused, saying pets were unsanitary and a nuisance and that they had no need of them. 

The horses were investments, not pets. 

One day, he'd told himself then, stuffing back his heartbreak and anger towards his father. 

Now he had his own means, his own small place after his return to the world outside of military walls and deadlines, and perhaps a dog would be the perfect addition to his family of one. 

His comrades in work had been sporadic friends at best, with casual correspondence exchanged over the years, however he'd been feeling the pangs of loneliness dig burrow deeper and deeper over the years, hollowing out his bones to make a permanent home from which it may never fully be removed. 

Who better to understand than a dog, abandoned, also desperately hoping for shared companionship? 

Emmett tears the ad out of the paper, leaving it on the table as a reminder for himself in the morning. 

—

On the outside, the shelter is nothing special. Just like the ad in the paper, the animal rescue centre is a fairly small, unassuming building, easy to overlook despite the large sign and equally large bright lettering meant to attract attention. 

Emmett wastes only a moment looking at the building before stepping inside, his presence announced by the chime of a bell. Within moments, an older woman with long auburn hair streaked through with grey greets him with a kind smile that creases the edges of her dark eyes.  

“Can I help you?” She asks, looking over Emmett expectantly, and Emmett can't help but feel as if she is looking right through him with those attentive eyes of hers. 

“I saw the ad for your shelter in the paper and I'd like to adopt a dog.”

She nods, as if expecting that very answer, and beckons him inside with a flourish of her hand. “I'm glad you saw that ad–I was afraid it would get skipped over, but that was all I could afford to get the name out in the paper. Oh, where are my manners–my name is Elsie Meyer, I've been working in this shelter for the past ten years or so now.”

“Emmett Brown,” he offers in return. 

“Have you ever had a pet before, Mister Brown? Adopted?” 

Excited by the new presence, the shelter bursts to life, alive with the sound of soft thuds and tapping nails and a terribly unpracticed chorus of barks and yips and other noises. 

“Ah, no. I've always been partial to dogs but getting one was never in the cards. But now I find myself with more free time and a job that would let me spend plenty of time with a dog. I've come to realise”–he pauses, considering his words–“well, I think it's finally time.”

“I understand.” She neither pries nor pushes and the tone of her voice makes Emmett believe that, truly, she just might. 

“What is it you do, Mister Brown?” 

“I'm…a scientist. Currently, I've been working as a repairman. Improving on appliances and electronics, making repairs, that sort of work.” The perfect blend of his existing skills with his hobbies that allows him the freedom to make his own schedule. 

Mrs. Meyer nods. “I have a couple dogs I think might be a perfect match that I'd like to show you, but you're welcome to meet any of the dogs here. Do you have a preference for size?”

Emmett shakes his head. “No. I'd been hoping to find an intelligent dog that may be able to assist me with some of my work, but the size doesn't matter.”

“Age?” 

In the kennel to his left, two of the dogs, one speckled and one white with three large brown spots, play tug-of-war with their blanket, and Emmett chuckles at their enthusiasm. 

“I wouldn't mind a younger dog. I know training can be quite daunting but I'd be willing to put in the effort.”

They pass a few more kennels, Emmett pausing momentarily to look at each and every one. One in particular catches his attention and he lingers longer here than at any of the others. There are four small dogs ambling around, but one of them with scruffy golden fur and big dark eyes, captivated by Emmett’s presence, breaks away from the other three to press his nose up to the gate and sniff at him. 

There’s a spark of great intelligence behind this dog’s eyes, Emmett notes almost immediately, pressing his hand against the gate to allow the dog to get his scent. Not too small, a little scruffy and yet absolutely adorable, curious to boot—

He’s taken before he even realises it.

It’s only after he breaks his gaze away from the scruffy dog that he notices the fond smile on Mrs. Meyer’s face and the fact that she was standing there the entire time, watching.

“He’s been here for a couple months now. I’ve been calling him Teddy since he doesn’t have a name–he was brought over from one of the shelters in the neighbouring city–and they thought he might have been born a stray. He’s very sharp; I taught him two tricks already and I don’t think he’s any older than two, if he’s even that old.”

“I’d like to sit with him for a while.”

“Of course. One moment.”

She leads Emmett and Teddy to an empty play area and gives the two their privacy. Teddy–a dreadful name for a dog that would have to be changed immediately–is the first to approach, fearlessly sniffing at Emmett’s feet, his clothes, and then eventually his hands, his tail constantly wagging. 

When he lets Emmett pet him, Emmett decides then and there that he will not be leaving today without this dog. 

About an hour and a half later, Mrs. Meyer signs the last of the requisite paperwork and hands Emmett his copies, along with a lead to walk him out on. “I’m glad you picked him—I had a feeling you’d like him.” Was this one of the dogs she had wanted to show me? “Have you started considering names? Teddy was only a placeholder, after all. He never really responded to it.”

A name—what name would befit his canine companion? A name was a big responsibility, something that would carry a significant amount of weight throughout the years, and he owed it to his new friend to think of something appropriate.

There was that spark of intelligence in his eyes and that unmistakable pull that kept his attention firmly locked on this one dog in particular. 

Yes, I think I’ve got it.

“I think I’ll name him Copernicus.”

[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

[milkybonya]

USB _ 서동현

! : just fluff

# : friends to lovers, big naughty is a rapper just like irl, gn reader

[💌: my writing motivation has dropped since it's finals season but my love for big naughty has not ! my finals will be over a month from now so hopefully i can open requests when that happens <3]

Donghyun has struggled a lot with love. he doesn't even fully understand what it is yet, but one thing he knows for sure is that he loves you.

all the late night conversations with you are his favourite, texting and talking about the most random things. he's up because of his schedules, but you're up just for the sake of talking to him.

if that isn't true love, he wonders, then what is?

his texts make you roll around in your bed, kicking your feet around while he tries to hide his laughter as he re-records his part in the studio for the millionth time.

he adores the way you ruffle his hair, sometimes randomly, sometimes after you tell him he's cute, and sometimes when he's being annoying. when he closes his eyes, all he can feel is your fingers running through his hair.

when he tells you he's tired, frustrated, and stuck on a song, you always run straight to him. whenever you're lonely and sad, he also runs straight to you. so many late night were spent with you chasing him around in your apartment as he runs away with one of your stuffed animals, teasing you for owning something that looks so much like you.

you run circles through his head all the time, so he's constantly either with you, calling you, texting you, or thinking of you. so many of his songs have become about you, even though you don't know it yet.

you don't know it yet but soon you will, because he's running to your place right now, usb stick in hand, his shoes on the wrong feet, his jacket inside-out because you came before the clothes he put on.

ding-dong.

"Donghyun?!"

his confidence drops the second you call his name as reality hits him. what the hell is he doing ?!

"did you run all the way here? why are you dressed like this? at least have some water.." you tell him, inviting him in.

once he catches his breath, drinks the water you offered and takes a good look at you in your oversized pyjamas, he hands you the usb with a grin.

"what's this?" you ask.

"call me after you've listened to it," he says before suddenly running out of your place.

"wait, your jacket!" you call after him, but he's already gone.

you decide to try the usb out before you call him to tell him he left his jacket.

after plugging it into your laptop, you notice a few mp3 files. you listen to them in order, hearing heartwarming lyrics and Donghyun's talent spilling out of your speakers.

the songs are all love confessions, swooning over the touch of a friend who has yet to become a lover, and slowly falling for all the little things about them. they remind you a lot about the way you feel about Donghyun, and it makes you blush. yet, there's no way these are about you!

you call Donghyun and he immediately answers, as if he was waiting for your call.

"did you make it home okay? you left your jacket," you say.

"mhm. the jacket can be yours from now on. it looks better on you, anyway," Donghyun replies in a raspy voice. you can hear him smiling.

"... did you listen to the usb files?" he quietly asks.

"yeah... they remind me so much of my own feelings. they're so beautiful... are you gonna release them as an album soon?" you ask, trying to hide your jealousy. you know Donghyun's lyrics are always real and about his own emotions, so you wonder who Donghyun has been falling for and why you haven't heard about them from him yet.

"maybe, if you let me."

"why do you need my permission?"

"cause they're about you, y/n. it wasn't obvious?" he asks with a slight laugh.

you squeeze your eyes shut as the realization hits you. you're the one Donghyun has been falling for all this time?!

"oh..."

"i like you, y/n. i'll wait for you at my studio. if you feel the same, come here by 12am," he says before hanging up.

you check the time: 11:46pm. shit.

you throw on Donghyun's jacket, since it's the first thing you see, along with a random pair of shoes. keys, phone, wallet, and you race out.

"door's open!" Donghyun yells after you knock on the door.

he breaks out into a grin when he sees you step in, panting and wearing his big, green jacket.

"y/n..."

you race forward and hug him, resting your head on his chest.

"i like you too, you idiot. why'd you make me run all the way here to hear that from me."

"because i miss you," he giggles mischievously.

when you reach up to ruffle his hair, he realizes he's home.

"now that you're here past 12am, i guess you'll have to stay the night," he says slyly, still holding you close.

"you're sleeping on the floor and i'm taking the bed," you declare, poking his nose.

his face scrunches up as he laughs, reaching for you after you run away.

"i'm sleeping next to you, what do you mean?!"

"just sleep in my arms while you're at it, Donghyun," you shout back at him from outside his studio, since you ran off.

[cherryblossom1cedtea]

Dot Warner HCs + my playlist for her based off of them !! 🎀🌼🩷

TW: Mental illness talk + sh mentioned below !! (I project onto her a bit)

Trans girl

Lesbian

She often has dysphoria

Youngest of her siblings

She hates when she’s introduced as a Warner “Brother” because it makes her feel invalidated as a girl

Huge feminist

Best insults / comebacks known to man

She has body dysmorphia / bdd, depression / mdd, adhd, and avoidant restrictive food intake disorder / arfid

She’s also on the autistic spectrum (along with her brothers)

She has cut herself before and has scars on her thighs and wrists

Her fav color is pink but specifically soft pink and lemonade pink

She’s extremely sense sensitive especially with noises and smells to the point of getting physically sick or getting easily overstimulated

She thinks she’s worthless if she’s not ”cute” but hates admitting it

She’s extremely envious of naturally pretty girls who don’t even try

Her brothers mean the world to her

She purrs when she’s comfortable or when she’s trying to comfort one of her brothers

She masks her feelings for cameras and others but when she’s alone or occasionally when she’s just with her brothers she drops it

She has her good days and she absolutely loves them but they never last

Is friend’s with Webby Vanderquack and has a crush on her (they date in the future)

Her mental illnesses + being trans causes her to have trouble getting close to people and making friends and especially makes her struggle with getting into romantic relationships because she doesn’t feel like someone could really love her like that

She’s not afraid at all to say her opinion

Cats are her favorite animal (from house cats to lions to tigers etc)

She loves baking and bakes for her brothers (especially Wakko)

Has a lot of stuffed animals and names all of them and her favorite / comfort one is a soft light pink bear with a darker pink bow tie that Wakko bought her (she named him Eddie and sleeps with him every night)

She can and will beat you if you mess with her or her brothers

Sass level is infinite

Her expression will give it away if she’s judging you

Nothing is better to her than causing mischief with her brothers

She listens to Carolsdaughter, Flower Face, Mcafferty, Nicole Dollanganger, The Front Bottoms, Mitski, Kimya Dawson, Haley Joelle, Gracie Abrams, Sadeyes + more

She’s a lover girl and a hopeless romantic and all she wants is for someone to come into her life that is going to love her inside and out and want her for HER (even if that scares her)

She’s had boyfriends and girlfriends but they’ve all broke her heart and she thinks somethings wrong with her because of it

She cries daily because of how much her heart hurts and craves to be loved

She’s a thought daughter and will over think and over analyze everything while also wanting to sit late at night and just talk about life, desires, love, issues, everything

She also has multiple books FULL of notes, poems, paragraphs, love letters, thoughts, vents, etc that she wrote

She gets angry and really mean without meaning to because she has so much pent up emotion and she doesn’t know how to handle it

Because she herself is the most cat like she doesn’t like water unless she’s voluntarily getting in it

Her claws get longer and grow the fastest out of her siblings

She goes out with Wakko to buy dresses, skirts etc

She and Wakko act like twins, since their only one year apart in age they just treat each other like twins (people also ask them if they're twins and they just say yes, cause it's funny)

She’s really good at embroidery, cross Stitch etc and she makes little things for her siblings

She and her brothers pile on top of each other and nap a lot

She loves museums

Social media famous

Other than cats she loves animals even the ones that are considered creepy / not cute

Her favorite flavors are strawberry, bubble gum, and fruit punch

She stargazes with Wakko a lot

She and her brothers can pop into games / shows the others are playing / watching and be silly

She got her flower from Wakko and her skirt from Yakko. She's also very protective of them. If a stranger tampers with them, she'll go into a violent rage. (This peeve is even worse than being called "Dottie" since these were gifts from her big sibs)

Webby found out Dot was trans due to some rando who bullied her deciding to out her and Dot had a major panic attack and spiraled which caused her to ignore and avoid Webby and everyone else for days because she was too scared and ashamed to face her

Her bedroom is big, cutesy, and mostly pink

She loves gaming and has a cute set up in her room with a pink monitor, keyboard with cherry blossom flowers as keys, and cute arm and mouse pad (plays Fortnight, Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Project Diva, Animal Crossing, Mario Kart, Overcooked, Outlast, Amanda The Adventurer, Splatoon, +) she also knows all the lore to every one of the games she plays and makes her own ocs

She has a caffeine addiction (Monsters, Tea, Coffee, Red Bulls, Rock Stars, Cherry Coke etc)

She loves Ballet and tries to teach herself

Without her flower her ears flop and she has little tufts of fur that stand up

She loves Romance and Coming of age animes, movies, and shows

She can play electric guitar and piano

She collects Sanrio merch, G1 mlp toys, original lps toys, stickers, plushies, figures

She has misophonia

She and her siblings have to get shots a lot due to health and safety reasons and Dot and Wakko have to be put into cones (Dot gets violent and tries to get it off while Wakko whines like a dog and ends up getting stuck with it)

She gets EXTREMELY competitive when playing anything but especially Uno

She’s a heavy believer in the paranormal

She has punched multiple holes in the walls

She loves music and often sings and dances to herself

“Art is supposed to disturb the sane and comfort the disturbed”

She has hundreds of journals which she wrote in and filled for years (mixed journaling, scrap booking, and vent writing all in one)

There’s a point in time where Wakko moves out and Dot takes it hard, hardly sleeping and having issues with missing him so much. School gets harder for her too because mentally she really struggles. He still comes back to visit her and Yakko but it doesn’t make her feel better because he always leaves to go back home. + because Wakko’s dream is too lead a band and he already lives with his bandmates it means he won’t be around even more