#Familial

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━━━━SERIOUS PAPER

. higuruma hiromi x gn! reader (familial)

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟa rip-off of that one gilmore girls scene in which your father takes you out for stationery shopping !

cw: mention of lsd

word count: 386

Higuruma's face suits his disposition, and that is of a peculiar, stressed workaholic. Every line in his face, the heavy bags under his eyes, and even the occasional strand of silver in his hair (as much he hates to admit its existence) is a testament to the late nights spent poring over legal documents with words that seem to blur into each other, yet form perfectly coherent statements in his mind. However, the role of an adoptive single father (or, rather, benefactor) to a bubbly teenager is another Hell in itself.

Nothing has quite deepened his frown more than the sight that presents itself before him: you, in an attempt to help, holding out a pad of paper, which was an item you had seen on his list.

"That's purple," he states, his eyes roving over the sheets.

"And the sky is blue," you retort, outstretching your paper-bearing hand even further.

His countenance morphs into a familiar expression: the admonishing, exasperated one you seem to draw out of him on a daily basis. "Why is it purple?"

"Why is it purple?" you parrot, your head tilting in what he assumes is feigned ignorance. "I don't know, maybe they dye it before selling it or something."

"No, I mean-" he sighs, his index finger and thumb drawing together to pinch the bridge of his nose as he heaves out a heavy sigh. "I have a serious job. I need serious paper."

You blink, further perpetuating the ignorant act. "Purple's on sale."

"Serious paper," your father echoes.

Mimicking his signature sigh, you place the pad of paper back on the shelf with a soft thud. "Okay, duly noted. Serious paper."

Perusing the shelves, your hand reaches for other items you had mentally noted. "Your grim pens, sire, and your refined sticky notes, and your morose folders, your stoic paper-clips, your distinguished staples, and, ah!"

Skidding to a halt, you snatch a pack of highlighters and hold it up in front of his bewildered visage. "Your sombre highlighters. See, they may seem vibrant and jovial, but those are actually the effects of the LSD they took after losing custody of their six children after a very solemn court trial--really gives you clarity as to why they aren't allowed to co-parent. Definitely puts the 'high' in 'highlighter,' don't you think?"

[kotoku]

Hiii~

Can I request aventurine and Dr ratio (separately or together ur choice) with klee reader

Maybe Sunday too?

I just want chaos to unfold-

Take care ☺️

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ, ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀ ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋʟᴇᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

pairings - sunday & klee! reader / aventurine & klee! reader / dr ratio & klee! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ klee! reader/ platonic relationships/ familial relationships/ chaos

warnings - a bit of angst (?), might be ooc i'm sorry guys T_T

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ Whether you met Sunday because you’ve been unknowingly stirring up trouble in the dreamscapes or you met him by chance, he’d be a bit worried and concerned about a child roaming alone in Penacony

↺ He may or may not slowly adopt you into his routine as he always finds himself being greeted by you on the streets of Penacony (or called by a family member because mayhem has been occurring in certain parts of the dreamscapes)

↺ Gazing upon the damage you had done in the dreamscape as you stared at him with wide innocent eyes, he couldn’t be upset with you but rather surprised by how much power this unknown child has

↻ Sunday would be a lot like Jean, but he’d be a little more lenient when it comes to you

↺ He’d probably have a small area/room that’s your designated play area whenever you’re with him and sometimes he’d have to give you a time-out for blowing up something in the dreamscape

↺ Said time out wouldn’t last long as he’d feel guilty looking at your saddened state

↻ Sometimes whenever the other family members had a meeting with Sunday, they would see you playing around with your favorite stuffed animal but wouldn’t dare question your presence (you had quite the reputation for being.. explosive…)

↻ I think when it comes to each character with a Klee! Reader, they’d have those animal backpacks with the leash attached to it just because you’re so chaotic

↺ One moment they would be walking with you and then the next you’ve run off to somewhere that caught your attention

↺ For Sunday’s mental well-being, he got you this backpack to help him keep an eye on you whenever you were distracted

↻ As I mentioned in previous posts, Sunday, whenever he’s anxious or worried for you, would pace around his office with his feathers just puffing up and some of them popping right off due to his stress

↺ When you are found safe and sound, he’d give you a tight hug and you’d start playing with the feathers that were scattered on the ground

↺ He’s.. amused by it

↻ Honestly, Sunday had no idea what to do with you as you were found to be alone and it didn’t seem like you knew any of your family members (Just going to ignore Albedo and Klee’s mother for my sake…)

↺ Eventually, he warmed up to you a lot and considers you his little sister, which Robin also adores having around

↻ Sunday would be very protective of you but a little.. nervous about your abilities, he knew to an extent you were capable of handling things yourself

↺ But you are still a child so he’s extra cautious about the dangers in the dreamscapes and makes sure that you don’t get into trouble

↺ Otherwise, he’d have to confiscate your bombs.. which he really didn’t want to do because then you’d be super upset

↺ He tried to confiscate them one time but that ended up with you ignoring him for the remainder of the day and you were sulking in your playroom

↻ Sunday, during the Charmony Festival, would keep a very close eye on you because of what has been going on within Penacony

↺ He’ll keep you in his line of sight at all times, whether it’s him personally accompanying you around or having you sit near him in his conference room, he wouldn’t want you wandering too far off

↺ You’d find Sunday mumbling to himself while looking at some documents, but you never really understood them so you always stuck to what you were doing

↻ Sunday is very fond of you, and he’d do anything to ensure your safety

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Sunday was seated at his conference table, hand holding his chin in thought as he scanned through the multitude of documents. He carefully looked them over and over again, thoroughly reading through the letters written by a family member he assigned an assignment to. 

With the Charmony Festival coming in full swing, Sunday wanted to make sure that things would run as smoothly as possible, despite the growing concern that was nagging him from the depths of his consciousness. He couldn’t afford to become distracted…

That is what he thought, but yet he still found himself engaging in your little antics. Although things were growing busier and busier by the day, he wanted to ensure that you were alright and safe, playing a couple of your games when you pleaded for him to stay. He didn’t find the idea of playing with bombs safe, but if it was what made you happy, then your wish was his command.

As he stood up to roam the halls of his mansion, he gazed out into the open through the grand windows, a million thoughts racing through his mind. The future of Penacony contained countless outcomes and he could only grow restless every time he thought of it. But having you around to distract him from his worries with your silly antics, even if for just a fleeting moment, made him feel as if everything was going to be alright…

He would make sure of that.

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↻ Aventurine would also find your chaotic nature interesting, in fact, he might even indulge in it by taking a role in your little schemes

↺ He’d be a little concerned when you go a bit too far with your bombs and antics, so he’d try nudging you into a not-so-concerning situation

↻ Aventurine would find you when you got into a little scuffle with his subordinates, somehow destroying some IPC property and getting an earful from his coworkers

↺ Those IPC grunts would be terrified of you if they saw what you could do, especially because you’re a CHILD playing with BOMBS (They’re seriously concerned about who raised you and why you are the way you are.. or how you even managed to have bombs on you??)

↻ He’d send them off to go do something else (or to go bother someone else..) and bend down to your level to ask about your guardians or caregiver

↺ When you are confused about what he is talking about, his concern would only grow before he’d take you to find a trusted person to watch over you as he was busy with an assignment

↺ However, he would only come back to find that you escaped a worker’s watchful gaze and were playing with that bomb toy you had on you (Docodo? Cododo?? Whatever you said its name was…)

↻ When Aventurine hangs around you a little more during his free time (whether he’s done with work or doesn’t feel up to gambling), inquiring about the little fella you had on you and about your background

↺ He’d kind of take you under his wing from there on out, having you accompany him on missions if he determined they weren’t dangerous and were minor assignments

↺ Topaz would find it surprising seeing him around with a little kid, she’d even be wary about his intentions with you as he had suddenly popped up with a small kid out of nowhere

↺ She’d introduce you to Numby who, to your delight, would play and spend a bit of time with you

↻ Sometimes you’d accompany Aventurine on his casino trips, but he’d try leaving you out of them as it wasn’t really a kid-friendly setting

↺ So sometimes you’d in up in a more appropriate setting like a small daycare where you were safe (yet you’d sometimes pop up next to him in a game and catch him off guard)

↻ Aventurine, as someone with a lot of money to freely spend, would spoil you with a variety of things that he’d think you would like

↺ You aren’t necessarily a spoiled child, but he’d still get you the things that have caught your interest, whether you voice what you liked or not

↻ When he passes by a shop that has a showcase of kid backpacks, he would see one with a plush animal and a leash and he’d automatically get it for you 

↺ You wouldn’t really care about the leash part as you’re too distracted by the cute plush animal backpack, so it really was no problem for Aventurine

↺ He’d be walking around the IPC’s headquarters or Penacony with the backpack leash in his hand, you following him yet straying whenever you saw something

↺ He’d have to give the leash a small tug to make sure you weren’t wandering too far off though

↻ If you did something dangerous such as blowing up something that belongs to the IPC, Aventurine would vouch for you, becoming your partner in crime (Him sending a sly wink your way as you giggle innocently, hands covering your mouth to stifle your laughter) 

↺ Topaz would be the one scolding you before Aventurine tries defending your honor, but then he’d end up getting scolded by her too

↻ Aventurine would try his best to protect your innocence, not wanting you to see the dangers that linger on the different worlds he ends up on or what may invade the IPC’s headquarters

↺ He’s seen and witnessed firsthand hand of losing his innocence at a young age, those memories of his past still haunt him to this day and he doesn’t want you living with the same burden so he tries his best to protect you from danger (even if you’re somewhat capable of protecting yourself)

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“_____, did you destroy a piece of the IPC’s belongings again!?” Topaz asked, a stern look on her face as you stood there innocently with your hands tucked behind your back. 

“No… I didn’t do anything I swear! You can even ask Dodoco!” You answered, shoving Dodoco out in front of you as if to emphasize your statement. Topaz sighed, shaking her head.

“_____… I know you want to play around but sometimes you need to be careful of where you are. You could get hurt or, well.. damage things that aren’t yours.” Crossing her arms, Topaz looked at you with a softer gaze. You persisted in your stance. 

“But I swear! I didn’t do it!” You cried out, holding Dodoco closer to your chest. “Y-you can even ask Mr. Aventurine!”

“I heard my name?” Aventurine slinked to the spot right next to you, giving Topaz a questioning yet sly look. Topaz couldn’t help but groan when he popped up next to you, feeling as if she was on the verge of being teamed up against. 

“Mr. Aventurine! Please tell Miss Topaz that I wasn’t the one who blew up some of the IPC’s equipment!” You begged, tugging at his coat as he looked down at you with his cat-like eyes. 

He gave you a closed-eyed smile, patting the top of your head. “Is that what’s going on? Well, I have unfortunate news for you Topaz, as little _____ here was busy helping me out with an assignment.” Aventurine had a smug smile on his face as if to tease Topaz and tick her off, which worked.

Topaz, rolling her eyes, heaved a deep sigh. “Fine, I believe you, _____. You can go run off and play now.” 

With a joyful smile on your face and a cheer, you thanked Topaz before turning to thank Aventurine, bowing slightly with a quiet giggle.

“Thank you Mr. Aventurine! Promise we’ll play next time?” 

“I promise, _____. Now go play with Dodoco in your room, okay? I’ll check up on you later when I’m done with work.” 

“Okay!” 

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↻ Dr Ratio wasn’t necessarily fond of children…

↺ He understood that they weren’t the brightest of stars, but he could barely handle some of the behaviors they exhibited

↺ I imagine he’d be so disgusted because of how kids can be known for doing the weirdest stuff… (Picking their boogers, touching a variety of items, being unsanitary... the list goes on)

↻ When he meets you for the first time, he’s curious about the construction of your bombs and how you were able to make them

↺ To his disappointment, you are only able to draw crude drawings of the construction of your bombs and poorly explain how you built them

↺ He takes it upon himself to sample one of your bombs to see what they’re made of and how they’re made

↻ You’d invite him (more like drag him) to help you create and play with your bombs and he’d reluctantly follow you to where your room is

↺ Aventurine walking in on you playing dolls (or your bombs) with Ratio

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“How are you doing?”

“Mister Ratio, say it in your girl voice.”

“Sigh… How you doin’? 💅”

*Aventurine laughing before Ratio throws the doll he’s holding at him*

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↻ Ratio, knowing him, would tutor you if you went to a daycare or school, helping you understand your homework and teaching you about different subjects

↺ You wouldn’t comprehend half the things he’s teaching you but you follow along anyway

↺ Ratio would be genuinely happy if you were able to learn something new from him and apply it to your life

↻ Ratio is the type of teacher figure to give you random quizzes to test your knowledge and understanding but he rewards you with things like snacks or trinkets he gets from his trips

↻ Ratio would be delighted to talk about his trips to you, explaining the history and geography of the planets he has traveled to you when he comes back

↺ He would draw a small map for you to understand the general location of the places he’s visited

↻ You’d be excited to learn about what places he’s seen and you’d ask him a myriad of questions to which he’d patiently listen and answer 

↺ The thought of Ratio being patient with a young child warms my heart, this is how he’d find out that maybe he can tolerate specific kids

↻ Ratio reading stories to you to help you fall asleep, but those stories would probably be academic books he uses to teach his students

↻ If you were to get in trouble for blowing something up, he’d show his disappointment and sternly give you a punishment that isn’t too harsh on you (he’d give you school work lol)

↺ Ratio would check in on you here and there when you’re in your room, if he finds that you’re asleep he’d tuck you in before looking over your work

↺ This makes me think of Ratio walking in to see that you had drawn him an artwork of the both of you with Dodoco (who he came to know as your prized friend)

↻ Ratio doesn’t have a clue who your parents or guardians are, so he tries to locate them at first to no avail (he ends up pretty much adopting you as his own kid)

↻ Sometimes you’d sit near his desk in his lecture hall when he was teaching his students, swinging your legs back and forth as you eyed everyone in the room

↺ His students find you adorable and get distracted by your presence at first before their professor sends them a chalk their way

↺ His students give you little gifts or snacks as they leave the room, a part of them hoping that Ratio’s rampage on his grade book will be softened by your happiness at the gifts you received

↺ He finds out what his students are doing, but lets them do it anyway since it’s making you happy (he’d probably set some limits though before you get way too much stuff)

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Veritas had just finished up his lecture with his students, organizing their work into neat stacks on one side of his desk. Once the last student had left his classroom, he took off his plaster head and sat it in front of him. In his peripheral vision, he saw a small empty chair to the left of his desk. It was where you normally sat. 

The violet-haired man was then reminded of your absence due to the sudden sickness you had caught the day before. With a sigh, he turned back towards the ungraded stacks of paper on his desk and got to work. He’d try to be home before midnight. 

…..

By the time he finished, it was already 9. Walking out of the campus, he was met with the emptiness the night brought with it. Students were already long gone, the handful of teachers that had stayed late already packed up and left for dinner, but he was running a bit late. So with a brisk pace, he set off in the direction of his home, the cool night air hitting his skin.

Once Veritas reached his destination, he quickly unlocked the door and went inside, the warmth of his home greeting him. His shoulders fell, the weight that had been put upon himself leaving his body as he could see a faint light coming from your room. 

Slipping off his outerwear, he quietly walked across the hardwood floors and stopped outside of your bedroom door. Veritas listened for any signs that you might be awake, but nothing. He placed his hand on the door and gently pushed it open so he was able to enter. 

You had left your bedside lamp on, with a couple of papers and crayons scattered across the desk you normally drew at. His eyes had landed on your small, curled-up form, snoring away beneath the comforters of your bed. He softly chuckled to himself, walking towards your bed and lifting the blanket so it reached your shoulders. You had stirred but only shuffled to get comfortable. Placing a small kiss on your forehead, Veritas got up to put away the crayons and papers you had left out.

While picking up and putting away the crayons in the correct order that was directed on the box, the bright, grainy colors on a paper caught his eye. He gently picked up a piece of paper that you seemed to have been working on while he was gone. It was a drawing of the both of you in a field of flowers, your best friend, Dodoco, in between the both of you. Veritas had to admit that it was cute, a small smile appearing on his face before he gathered the rest of your drawings and slid them into a folder. 

When he had finished making sure that everything was neatly put away, Veritas moved to turn off the lamp, wishing you sweet dreams. 

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⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - hey ya'll.. nice weather we've got here... 😀 i really need to blast through my requests-- wearesobackipromise.

[inksheeep]

Kid got tired

[owlstro]

platonic Goob & Scraps x parent reader?

Bonus points if a small section is written when they were kids with a whole bunch of wholesomeness, if possible.

Ps: Love your writing!❤

GOOB & SCRAPS and PARENT READER , platonic

note: thank u for requesting and THANK U!! im glad ppl enjoy my writing hehs, this one's a little short too (i think) so apologies ^_^" hope u like this either way thoo!

art: @ kennicrispy on Pinterest!

First off, both of them are very clingy or at least when you're off to somewhere remotely dangerous, they'll most likely be there with you or begging you to stay

Goob would totally be the clingier one though, you know he's gonna run to you and tell about whatever happened in the run he was just in. Not before giving a big hug or if you're not a big fan of physical touch, give you a big greeting like shouting a "HI!!" or "HEY!!"

Scraps, although being the older sibling, would also do the same as Goob but VERY toned down. She doesn't want you to get overwhelmed.

She takes you to go draw with her all the time, Scraps wants to practice her skills so someday she can gift you a painting!

Goob does the same, taking you somewhere open but secluded to get used to his 'arms', he's mostly just hugging you though.

They both are independent Toons on their own but that doesn't mean they don't wanna be coddled by you every once and awhile. You did raise them after all!

Both probably like to cuddle a lot, especially before you or the crafts get chosen for a run, makes them forget the danger and risk of it.

Goob would totally pull you to machines, and even try to encourage you like Shelly does albeit, it doesn't really work but you appreciate the effort.

Scraps, while her ability isn't a huge support like Goobs. But she does help when she can, taking Twisteds off of you (even if you have lower stealth), giving you machines no matter how long she has been working on it for, .. the list goes on.

If you made some comment like "When you were ... I remember you did ..." Scraps would just groan in embarrassment and Goob would just awkwardly laugh.

Scraps would playfully insult you, nothing too serious. Like calling you old or something like that.

Goob gets insecure of his teeth sometimes, not always but it's always lingering in his mind especially when he was younger and/or if he had just been talking to Shrimpo. You make sure anything Shrimpo said isn't true and distract him.

You sneakily navigated the map, making sure no Toon sees or hears you. Glancing around the room, you concluded you were alone.

You sigh in relief, all of this running seriously tired you out. Oh, right.. What were you doing?

"AHA!" You heard a voice call out. "Found you!!" Footsteps were rapidly approaching, you better act quick or you're gonna get tagged!

You dodge Scraps' failed attempt to grapple onto you, running out of the room. Not caring to check if Goob was there camping the exit.

Seriously, one adult and two kids.. it wouldn't be hard to evade them you thought. But Goob is scarily fast not like Scraps but her tail came in handy.

Why'd you think this was a good idea? You've barely been running for a minute, you gotta impress your kids.

Lose or Win, at least survive a minute or two more!

You kept on dodging Goob and Scraps' 'attacks' and continued on running like your life depended on it. You raised them well, ..too well.

"I'm gonna get ya hehe!" You heard Goob shout.

Oh god, your legs are giving out. You turn right and hide behind a few boxes to regain your stamina. You notice on the corner of your eye Goob was swiftly approaching.

You reveal yourself to the fluffy craft, catching him off guard, you take that as your sign to continue running before-

"TAG!" Scraps suddenly appeared infront of the entrance and tagged you with her tail. "You're it!"

The room fell silent but quickly bursting into laughter. "I got you!" Scraps said, posing victoriously as Goob cheered his sister on.

You sighed and slowly sat down, panting. "Bravo Scraps.. You did well, you too Goob."

final note: theyr so silly.... i HEART goob and scraps!!!!!

[fanimplaytion]

🤍🕶: "How are you certain that you'll love me in every universe?"

💛💼: "Because I love you here."

I think it's normal for Dev to feel insecure about his mom's love for him since she was gone for so long, but Evelyn is always there to reassure him. 💛🤍🧡

[scary-lasagna]

Imagine daughter reader sees slenderman working in his office so she brings papers and crayons and sits in his lap pretending to be just like him and works

She's his lil business lady

Slender

His daughter actually has a little spot next to his own desk

Jason made a small child-sized desk in his free time, and let Slender's kid go wild with the paints.

It turned out to be quite the eyesore, but she loved it, which meant that Slender had to as well.

Now, it has a permanent spot in his office, complete with any second-hand devices Slender was willing to loan to her.

Papers, crayons, old pens, stapler, dull scissors, envelope holder, and an agenda are just a handful of what the drawers contain.

She mimcks him an awful lot too, peeking at him and copying his movements.

Sometimes she'll even deliver messages to the proxies, some being from Slender, and some being from her as well.

And Tim takes it in his stride, pretending he has very important business to attend to, like sending Toby to play Roblox or watch Moana with her.

She's like a small version of him, and the funniest part is that she's more well-respected than the Boss Man himself.

Sometimes with Slender it'll take a few scolding before his point is driven across, yet with his offspring, she'll receive an 'aye-aye!' with no further problems.

Slender can't help but to feel a bit envious at this, but if it works, it works.

[reveseke]

The box of skulls

CM — Hotch & son!reader...

No warnings, just origami and startled reader.

Reader is written to be interested in origami. :') also blurb based on/Inspired by the image below lol.

It had been a long week, R just got home from camp and the house was quiet for the most part. He'd been told that Jack had been sleeping over at a friend's house for the last few days and his dad was out of town for the moment. A nice peaceful moment, no distractions, no people — just silence that fell nicely over the house.

The window was cracked open a little, the light of the sun in the early morning streamed into his room with the birds singing, cars driving by, and the wind blowing. The sound of paper being folded over the table of the teen's room as he folded the origami paper, at this point going over the steps by memory and letting his hands just handle the paper with care. By the table was a small box, filled with small origami skulls that R had recently —not even recently, looking that he'd been doing this for quite a while— picked up on.

Learned to make even with all the mistakes he'd done, some faint scars over his hands from the paper cuts he'd managed to conjure up from his work.

What he hadn't counted on was to not hear his phone go off with the familiar message ping, an hour or so ago. Too focused on making the small origami that he was startled by the hand that came to land on his shoulder.

"holy shiiuhhm.." R nearly cursed out as he spun his head, eyes widening as he saw his father standing over him. Swallowing the curse as he flashed an awkward smile and let the unfinished skull hit the table, "Hi, dad! When'd ya get home?"

Aaron looked a little amused as he curiously looked at the paper scraps and what his teenaged son was doing, "Just now. Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"nope!" R said as he lowered his hands on the table, letting his fingers thrum a few times against the surface, "No I didn't, sorry."

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked as he leaned back a little, now looking at his son as he picked up the unfinished origami and slowly cast his gaze upon the small box of skulls, "You've been .. certainly busy, no?"

"oh, that's just my box of skulls..." R smiled a little as he took the box of multicolor skulls and picked one of them up, "yeah, I learned to make them like a month ago."

"that's nice, why skulls though?"

"Uhh, no real reason just thought they looked cool and a little challenging, wanted to try it out."

[starfailreverie]

jing yuan & baby yanqing + mitski lyrics <3

this is still one of my favourite things i've made, i need to work on that fic...

[starrynightimagines]

You’re having a rough night, sleeplessness, nightmares, anxiety, whatever it is you just can’t seem to fall asleep and only feel the night stretching longer with every second. Finally deciding you’ve suffered enough, you nervously slide out of bed and quietly make your way to your f/o’s bedroom. Standing outside their door you hesitate a moment, perhaps worrying you might be bothering them, but you push your worries away just long enough to open their bedroom door, gently knocking on it as you do .

“F/o?” They stir, and turn to face you. Sleepily questioning what’s wrong, if you’re alright, “I can’t sleep, can I stay with you?” You ask .

“Always, c’mere,” they pull the covers aside, and you crawl in, resting your head against their shoulder once you’ve gotten comfy. While you try to apologize to them they insist there’s no need, voice still rough from sleep as they remind you it’s alright, and to come to them anytime you need. Even if it still takes you a while to fall asleep, your f/o’s presence eases you enough you can relax your nerves, enjoying the peace of night time, comforted by the sleeping reminder beside you that you’re loved cared for .

Pr.oship / co.mship DNI

[kotoku]

hellooo, sunday and aventurine comforting teen!reader who is crying?

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴇɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ

pairings - sunday & teen! reader / aventurine & teen! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ teen! reader/ platonic relationships/ familial relationships/ angst with comfort/ crying! reader

warnings - just teeny angst

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ When Sunday sees you crying, he immediately goes to comfort you

↺ Kneeling next to you or sitting beside you and rubbing your back comfortingly, letting you cry and ramble to him about whatever had made you so upset

↺ Depending on the reason, he might be livid or deeply sad for you, but he’d never show it as he wants to focus on you 

↻ He’d be very quiet, opting to listen to you first before asking if you wanted any advice or help

↺ If you want his advice/help, he’d gladly lend you a helping hand and offer some recommendations, if you just want him to listen, he’d stay by your side and offer a box of tissues here and there

↻ When you have finished crying, he’d wipe away any stray tears and provide some more tissues for your nose

↻ I can imagine his voice being very soothing, basically lulling you to sleep because crying had exhausted you

↻ Once you had fallen asleep, he’d tuck you into bed and leave more tissues by your bedside, either that or on a nearby table if you fell asleep on a couch

↺ No matter where you are, Sunday will make sure to stay by your side to assure your safety and security until he deems it is safe enough to leave

↻ Your state is much more important to him than business matters; postponing any meetings and calls to make sure you’re okay

↺ Of course, he won’t neglect his duties and will get back to them at a later time (with a notification in advance)

↻ If someone was the cause of your distress, he’d happily deal with them personally, the anger in him masked by a calm and professional persona (we’ve seen his manipulative side)

↻ All in all, Sunday would be a great person to confide in if you are feeling upset about something (lending an ear, always making sure to have tissues or a handkerchief on him, giving optimal advice…)

↻ Aventurine would have a bit of a hard time comforting you through your emotions, but he's trying his best !!

↺ He’s not as good at confronting his own emotions and chooses to not let them show, but he’d rather you openly express yourself than keep it in

↻ His way of comforting you would be listening to you talk or letting you cry, and then he’d love to take you on a shopping spree afterward to help cheer you up

↺ Aventurine taking you to a diner to get food, him taking you clothes shopping, doing something fun, etc..

↺ Even if you persisted that you were fine and didn’t need him spending his money on you, he’d do it anyway

↻ I can imagine him struggling with being sincere or genuine, but he’d try his best to give you thoughtful advice and recommendations (he might have a hard time coming up with advice depending on the situation)

↻ Aventurine awkwardly hugging you if you went straight to hugging him lol, he’s caught off guard

↺ He’d probably awkwardly pat/rub your back too 

↻ He’d hand you a handkerchief that he keeps on him to help dry your tears or snot (holding it away from himself after taking it back from you, he probably discards it somewhere)

↺ Aventurine would get you anything that you need at the moment; ice cream, tissues, etc.. 

↻ Like Sunday, depending on the reason that caused you to be so upset he may be angry or understanding of the situation

↺ If the source was a person, he’d keep a mental note of who and may do a bit of background research during his free time

↻ Overall, Aventurine may not be the best at comforting you, but he’s trying his best to be there for you when you need him, showing it in his own way :)

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - i didn't do a drabble at the ending of the headcanons, sorry for it being so short. :(

[shinebrightsatellite]

and just like that her line up is complete !!

additional information : leola slowly grows out of the pink of her hair, but her ears are always the same size as she had to grow into them lol . the long braid in her adult form is reminiscent of eulalias braid before it gets cut off in the fight against callum and rayla versus the one in her teen form was done by eulalia on their adventures through xadia.

concept art :

[disney-imagines]

Hey :)) how would moana be as sisterly figure to r? How would their dynamic b and evolve in the film?

~First and foremost, I think Moana takes her role as a sister very seriously!

~She's always looking out for you and making sure you're taken care of and safe

~She feels like you and Gramma Tala are the only people who really get her and can understand her complicated feelings about having to lead one day

~I don't think she would want you to come with her at the beginning when she first leaves the island, worried that you would get hurt

~But whether through sneaking onto her ship or putting your foot down and not letting her leave without you, she quickly grows grateful for your company

~Having to deal with Maui is much easier with the two of you, and you end up constantly exchanging looks with each other as he boasts about his past accomplishments and his abilities

~I think when you encounter your first real danger with Tamatoa she fully considers turning right back around and returning home to keep you safe, but when the two of you barely get out by the skin of your teeth she immediately pulls you into a tight hug

~An assurance for her that you are, in fact, okay but also a silent promise that no matter what happens the two of you will make it through together

~It would be impossible to not grow closer together during all of this, learning all sorts of new things and constantly under threat

~Both of you become almost telepathic in your ability to read each other and know what the other is doing next, especially under high-stress situations

~When the two of you finally return home you become inseparable, even more so than you already were

~Whether you are sailing or recounting your adventures for the hundredth time to a group of awestruck kids you always mention all the times the other had your back and grow more and more grateful for each other everytime

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "No, I'm not buying you that."

Pairing: Divus Crewel and GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu (familial)

Genre: Fluff

TW: None

AN: I want Crewel to terrorise Crowley into giving Yuu everything they need and want, so this is my contribution to the agenda lmao. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it just as much! ^^

"What's next on our list, pup?"

Divus Crewel's voice was crisp and clear as he spoke to you. The two of you had been out shopping, now that the winter holidays had started. Even though Night Raven College was officially out for the holidays, Crewel would often visit the college to check up on the various plants in the greenhouse (and on you).

"Sweaters," you hummed, following him around with bags containing everything you had bought so far. Crewel had a soft spot for you, and it showed with how adamant he was about you and Grim celebrating the holidays properly.

He had told you that it was a unanimous decision of the entire staff of Night Raven College to have any and all expenses incurred by you during the winter break to be taken up by the institution (read: Crowley) as thanks for all that you did, from being Crowley's unofficial assistant, to the numerous overblots you fought and by extension, the students you saved.

You went along with it, because hey, who would look a gift horse in the mouth? Especially when the horse was delivered by a surprisingly triumphant-looking Divus Crewel.

The professor walked slightly ahead of you, your next destination already in his mind. You lagged behind, eyes wandering here and there as you took in the sights of the town decorated for the winter.

Wandering eyes soon fell on a pair of sweaters displayed on the windows of one of the stores. The sweater was red, with the most tacky green tinsel wrapped around it in a manner that reminded you of Christmas trees. Small LED lights peeped out from between the plastic strands of tinsel, their light reflected on the baubles that decorated the sweater. The one next to it was an identical, but smaller version of it that seemed like it would fit a child. Twisted Wonderland had its own ugly sweater tradition, it seemed.

"Pup?" Professor Crewel placed his hand on your shoulder, breaking your staring contest with the golden baubles on the sweater. His gaze followed yours, and he raised an eyebrow at seeing what you had been so intrigued by.

"Can we get that?" You asked him, peering at him with the sweetest puppy dog eyes you could muster. Some things were just so ugly that they were cute, and this pair of sweaters was most certainly that. You wanted, no, needed to see Grim in the smaller version.

"No, I am not buying you that," Crewel hummed, eyebrows drawn into a frown as he looked from your pleading expression to the sweater on display.

"Why not?"

"(Name), I could make you a sweater much better than that."

"I know, but that's not what I want. I want those sweaters, please?" you blinked, and Crewel narrowed his eyes at you.

After a few moments of you defiantly tugging on his coat, he relented. He gave you a look which clearly showed his reluctance, but finally nodded his head in the direction of the door to the shop, permission silently given. You beamed at him before skipping into the shop, while all Crewel could do was shake his head as he followed you.

Oh well, Crowley was the one paying for it anyways.

Back to Masterlist...

[fanimplaytion]

Evelyn and her baby!

💛💼: “Dev what do you think about this”

🤍🕶: *incoherent baby babbling*

💛💼: “You’re right, that’s a good point. Good thing I have my little paralegal with me”

Talked with OOMFIE on Discord, and it's now a thing that Evelyn calls baby Dev her little paralegal or little businessman (like his father). She loves her baby so so much, and briefly after his babble she put her work down and spent time with her baby boy.

Also, here's post-divorce Dale and Evelyn looking unamused at being interrupted in their meeting.

[bugbearsandbookends]

The Thing That Wants Me Dead: A Folkloric Take on Familial Trauma

There's a voice in my head, a presence. It is me, but not me, too. Failure, it says. Failure, failure, failure--you're a failure. Your life is over, it whispers, or it really should be. It's a ghost, a specter in the haunted house of my brainpan.

A vampire, a revenant. I can't exorcise it. Pills to the brain or stakes in the heart. Nothing is effective, or effective for long. It's there. It's always been there. It runs in my family. It preys on my family.

Consider the bridge-jumpers, the shotgun-eaters, the pill-poppers, the committed, the cirrhotic, the just plain crazy: They must have known the damned thing, too. The thing that killed them. The thing that is trying to kill me.

Trauma? Genes? An epigenetic collision happened somewhere on the spiral highway of my DNA, and the hole it left was big enough to allow this thing--this me-not-me--to crawl through and attach itself to my brain.

The depression, the thoughts, the impulses, the monster. It's there to stay. I have to live with it or die with it, and I have chosen the former.

Here’s a thought experiment for you.

It’s just a what-if, a story, an extension of the vampiric metaphor—if you like.

What if this thing isn’t actually me at all?

Not even me-not-me?

What if it isn’t you, or anyone who’s ever known that voice?

What if it isn’t us at all—but something that feeds on us?

Imagine an invisible parasite—a psionic vampire that feeds not on blood, but on suffering.

Its teeth sink not into throats, but into minds, draining its victims slowly, sapping their will. It whispers in a voice that sounds maddeningly like their own, twisting thoughts, eroding resolve.

And when its host finally succumbs, it detaches—seeking another to feed upon.

Perhaps the thing attaches itself to families, feeding on one generation after another, like the German nachzehrer, a vampire that devours the living from the darkness of its own grave, or the Romanian strigoi, rising nightly to drain the life from those it once loved.

Maybe—just maybe—we’re not haunted by our ancestors.

We’re haunted by the things that killed them.