#I love Mittens so much you guys have no idea

[ne0nwithazero]

Auntie Mitts and the lesser siblings 💙

[malereader-inserts]

Be Your Boy

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!Reader Summary: Spencer and you are smitten like a pair of mittens; you do wonder how your team are qualified profilers. Word Count: 1,682 A/n: I hope this read well, I feel like it's all over the place. And as a present for hitting 9K followers, sorry for the empty promises or returning, i'll be there, just when you don't expect it. All the love ❤️

You and Spencer have been dating for almost eight months; if you have ever been in a serious relationship - eight months might not be a long time or even a big deal; but it was sort of a big deal because it's eight months of dating this Doctor in secret.

It wasn't because the two of you were ashamed or embarrassed to be out in public, but there was something about the thrill of sneaking around like teenagers. Plus, it was somewhat concerning for a bunch of profilers not to even clock on to the fact that you feel like you and Spencer have been painfully obvious. It doesn't diminish the option that they do know but not getting into your business; but at the end of the day - they're not just a team, they're friends outside of work, and you guys are very close together.

"Any plans for the weekend, pretty boy?" Morgan asked Spencer, who looked up from his paperwork.

"Yeah, (Y/n) is hanging around, planning to try and do a Harry Potter marathon."

You look up upon hearing your name, Morgan looks over to you as you flash a smile and a thumbs up. Morgan simply smiles and turns back to his work. You look at your boyfriend, who stares at you, both of you (promptly) shrugging your shoulders and returning to work.

It was almost a weekly occurrence that one of you two would slip up and make it obvious that you two are dating.

"When did you start wearing hoodies?" Penelope asked Spencer, pulling on the hoodie strings as Spencer swats her hand away.

"It's (Y/n)'s."

"Oh, that's nice of him, I know you can get cold easily."

You stood behind Penelope with a baffled look that she had not connected the dots. Spencer sighs out a chuckle before changing the subject.

"Cute lockscreen."

You looked up from your phone to see JJ next to you with Emily, who peered over to look at your lock screen, which was a picture of you and Spencer with your family dog between the two of you. You could mistake it as a friend picture, but what type of friends have their temples touching and basically cuddling up together?

At this point, you gave up. It was much more funnier to see them be more confused as to why you and Spencer spend so much time together. But, sometimes, you are thankful that you and Spencer can enjoy each other's presence without being teased and hounded by your team. It was nice to have each other and be each other's escape from reality.

"So, Spencer," You hummed, lying in your apartment, which was bigger than his, "I was wondering when you wanted to move in?"

He looks at you, eyes shimmering like a child on Christmas day, his heart is thumping loudly against his chest as he can't help to feel the heat rise to his cheeks. You couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, booping his nose as a tease causing Spencer to smile so bashfully.

Your apartment was bigger than his and a lot more cosier; he was most often than not at your place, he had started bringing his stuff over and leaving at yours; slowly he was invading your home, but you loved it.

"I like the idea of that."

You shrugged your shoulders, snuggling closer to your sofa as you looked at him. Beautifully lit under the warm lamp as he read his book, and to you, he had looked like a piece of art, upon seeing him - you couldn't help but smile to yourself; wondering how you got so lucky.

Spencer thinks the world of you, from an outsider, most often not, you are the one to protect him. You were the more threatening-looking one, you were always blunt and sometimes rude, but he still thinks you are one of the most sweetest person he has ever met. You have been there for him, you know him so well, and you've been there on the days he struggled the most. You are so understanding and patient, he couldn't believe you're his boyfriend.

Like Frida Khalo said: 'Take the lover who looks at you like you’re some kind of magic.'

"You're soft," Spencer teased, lying in bed with you, you turn to look at him in the dark, and he can't help but notice that you, once again, have taken his breath away from your darling eyes.

"I'm soft?" You mused out, a slightly humourous tone to your voice, "I am soft in the way the fabric of a tattered blanket is soft. I could be ripped to shreds and still hope someone finds comfort in me."

"You are comforting," He reassures you, you let out a breathy laugh, as you bring your hand to caress his cheek.

"Oh, to be your boy, Spencer Reid," You gently say, sending shivers down his spine, tenderly placing a kiss upon his lips, "Turn over, we gotta sleep and I want to cuddle you.

"I heard that (Y/n) is ill," Morgan says during lunch break, the team sitting about around Spencer's desk.

They had noticed that Spencer have been on his phone more often than not. He looked worried sick and every hour he seemed to be checking his phone; it's not usually like him. The team were sharing concerned looks and usually, the person who could calm him down was off ill.

"Hey, Spence, are you going over to (Y/n)'s later?" JJ inquired as Spencer looked up as he heard your name, "If you don't mind, I'd like to tag along, (Y/n) isn't usually ill and I get worried sick when one of us gets sick."

"Awh," Morgan had a playful tone, "You care about us, JJ?"

"Maybe not with you," JJ playfully snapped back before looking at the young genius with a questioning look, "Well?"

"I mean, I guess?" Spencer finally responded though he debated with himself whether or not to inform you.

"Great!" Rossi says, Spencer did not know that he was listening to the whole conversation, "We can all check up on him!"

"Er.. I don't think-"

"Nonsense, Reid," Rossi interrupted, giving him a look, "You need to learn how to share."

Spencer was rendered speechless before making the decision to message you that he couldn't stop the team from tagging along with him to check up on you.

You had completely forgotten that the team was also coming along with your boyfriend, you had spent the better half of your day lying in front of the television catching up on your series as you battle the winter flu. You hear the door unlock as you tiredly sit up from the sofa.

"Babe?" You called out, though it was hoarse and you tried to clear your throat, but to no avail, you were inevitably going to lose your voice.

"I'm home, baby."

The sound of your boyfriend's voice was so comforting that you slunk back into the comfortable position on the sofa.

"Babe?"

You sat up almost immediately as you realised that was not Spencer's voice, then remembered that he had brought visitors. You internally groaned, not wanting to be putting up with the antic of your team. You slowly got up as you stood in the arch way that stood between the hallway and the living room, the blanket wrapped over you.

"What are you guys doing here?" You croaked out, it was so pitiful, you turned to look at your boyfriend helplessly. He put his hands up in defence.

"I tried to tell them no," You hummed in disapproval as Spencer sighed at your state, "You look worn out."

"'Cause I am."

He gently place a kiss upon your forehead, and you had to stop yourself from letting out a coo. You just couldn't help but slink yourself into the comfort of your boyfriend's arm.

"Hang on, you two are dating?" Emily asked, she had an offended tone and you know why she would be offended.

"I mean, we haven't exactly made it sublet," Spencer says bluntly as you snort, he looks at you with an annoyed expression but that was soon washed away and replaced with a fond expression, "I spend too much time around you."

"You love me, Spence," You teased, a playful twinkle in your eyes.

"Well, why didn't you tell us!" Morgan says afterwards, almost pouting, "I'm your best friend, Reid!"

"Like he said, we haven't made it sublet, we just didn't think we needed to tell anyone, plus Hotch knows."

"Aaron knows?" Rossi asked, surprised that their stoic team leader had not said a word about the pair of you.

"He had caught us making out in the cleaners' closet at work," You answered dryly, "He's known for about five months, we go on double dates with him and Beth every so often."

"Five months?" Penelope exclaimed, it makes sense why Hotch declined the offer to come to check up on you and it makes even bigger sense that he had teased Spencer about it afterwards.

Spencer nodded, ushering you back to the living room so you could rest, "We've been together longer than that, about eight months."

"How?"

"It was after a night out we all had, we got drunk, stupidly confessed our feelings and the rest of history, to put it short."

"Well, I don't want the short story, I want the details," JJ demanded, sitting on the other sofa that was adjacent to you as you sent a glare to Spencer.

"This is your fault," You mumbled, as Spencer rubbed your shoulder, you couldn't really be mad at him.

"You love me really..."

You really did love him and loving him was so easy. You love being his boy and you love to call him yours. Eventually, the rest of the team was going to find out about you two, at least it was now and not when you planned to propose to Spencer down the line - but, Spencer doesn't need to know that, for now anyway.

[cringe--is--dead]

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The soft sound of crunching show beneath your boots was the only sound that filled the quiet, calm afternoon air. You finished up the final of the few chores you had, your crops didn’t need as much tending to now that winter had settled over the valley, and your animals tended to want to stay in their barns, warm and cozy. The shorter days had everyone, even yourself, feeling more lethargic, more calm. The trees were rather bare in your orchard, and before the snowfall you had felt saddened by the sight, but the farm now looked almost like a winter wonderland; some type of painting you got to live in. Surveying the area, you let out a sigh to yourself, ready to turn in for the rest of the day. Maybe you’d make some hot chocolate, or eggnog, read a few of the books Leah loaned you. As you made your way up your porch you heard a call of your name.

“Hi!” You turned, seeing Jas running across your farm, wrapped in a thick, knitted scarf, her mittens danging from the sleeves of her jacket, chubby cheeks red from the cold. She was grinning, eyes sparkling as she crew closer to you.

“Jas?” You smiled at her, waiting for her to grow closer, her little arms wrapping around your waist, “What are you doing over here?”

She squeezed you, grinning up against you, “Do you wanna go on a sleigh ride with me and Shane?”

The question almost caught you off guard. A sleigh ride? You glanced around at the snow, it was thick enough to move a sleigh around you suppose. It also sounded rather fun. You and Shane had been dancing around each other for the first year you had moved here, after you began breaking through his rough exterior, but even with all your flirting and teasing, you hadn’t pegged him the type of guy to indulge in winter festivities. You raised an eyebrow down at her. 

“A sleigh ride huh?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! He promised me he’d take me for a sleigh ride today, and he said you could come!” She paused, as if rethinking your words, “Well I asked if you could come, but then his face got all red and then milk came out of his nose! Aunt Marnie told him to calm down and sent me to come get you.” 

You tried to stifle the laugh at the image of Shane choking on a cup of milk, coughing so hard it came out of his nose. Looking down at Jas, arms still wrapped around you, her enthusiasm was palpable. Her little face was hard to resist, once you had become her friend she had grown pretty attached to you. Your blossoming… whatever it was with Shane seemed to help that too.

"Alright," you agreed, chuckling softly, brushing off some stray snowflakes from her eyelashes, "I’ll come. But only because you asked so nicely." 

"Yay!" Jas beamed, bouncing on her toes, pulling back from where she had been holding you, "I’ll go tell Shane you’re coming!" 

With that she ran off, waving as she went. You smiled, feeling more excited and awake than you had before. You and Shane had hung out before, you and Jas had hung out, hell, you and Marnie had hung out, but you’d never gone out with Shane and Jas together. For some reason that idea made you nervous. Through everything Shane had gone through, you knew how much he loved Jas, how much he wanted only good things for her, even if he wasn’t sure how to do it. Months ago, before Shane had been working on getting sober, you two had been drinking at the beach, trying to keep quiet as to not annoy Elliot. He had confessed that, if you two started dating officially, you’d be the first real relationship he’d had in years.

“I didn’t trust my judgement for the longest time,” He took a swig from his beer, staring out at the calm waters, “I didn’t wanna date some asshole and have them be awful to Jas. She’s been through enough.”

He turned to you, and without his constant nagging anxiety, he smiled at you, soft and sirene, “But she adores you. I do too, if you’re willing to wait.”

That night sold the deal for you, and though he may only remember bits and pieces of your conversation, he knew that whatever happened changed the tides of your relationship. After changing into less work oriented winter clothes, you made your way to meet the duo. The family of raccoons that had made a home between your farms was no where to be seen, more than likely curled up and warm. 

Shane was already outside, petting and brushing the horse he seemed to have chosen for the night. Rocky, you were reminded, one of the horses Shane had helped care for since he was a little fawn. Shane was clad in his winter gear, though he seemed to be more put together than he had been last winter. It was a good look on him. Hearing the crunching of your boots, he turned, the relaxed look on his face lifting, corners of his mouth twitching upwards, his eyes crinckling.

“I didn’t think you’d be coming,” He called out in way of greeting, amusement clear in his voice, though he seemed relieved as well.

You grinned, getting close enough to let Rocky sniff at you curiously, “Well, Jas made a rather compelling case. Something about milk?”

Though his cheeks were already red from the cold, you could tell they deepened in shade at your words. Flustered, his gaze turned back to Rocky, “Oh shut it.”

You grinned, more teasing words on the tip of your tongue, but you were stopped as Jas leaned out from the sleigh, a slight pout on her face, “Come on you two! Aunt Marnie says she’ll make hot chocolate when we get back!” 

Shane rolled his eyes playfully as you chuckled, both moving to climb in the sleigh. Shane grabbed a blanket before you could hop in, draping it over your shoulders, “To stay warm,” He said, trying to shrug it off as he helped you climb in. 

Jas scooted over, excitement in her movements as she made room for the two of you. Her mittens were on, scarf wrapped tighter around her, and you assume Marnie had adjusted her outfit for her. Shane followed in after, the reins in his hands. As he climbed in, he sat close to you, your sides pressed against each other, and the feeling had warmth spreading through your body.

“You two ready?” He asked quietly, the look on his face soft as you glanced over.

“Yes!” Jas cried out, clearly impatient that you all had yet to move.

He chuckled, turning his eyes forward as he got Rocky to start moving. It was quiet as you three moved about slowly, the lake frozen over, the trees still, animals asleep and quiet. The valley looked magical with all the snow, and you almost wanted to hold you breath, afraid any noise was be too much. Jas, however, let out a happy laugh, trying to goad Shane into making Rocky move a bit faster. He complied without complaint, and she cried out in victory, face glowing. 

“This is so much fun!” You were moving for a few more minutes before she called out for you all to stop, scrambling to climb out of the sleigh.

“Stay close!” Shane calle, helping her onto her feet, the two of you following, leaning against the cart as she ran around, throwing handfuls of snow into the air.

“I don’t think I’ve been on a sleigh ride since I was a kid,” You pulled the blanket around you tighter, smiling as Jas fell back to start making snow angels.

“This is the first time I’ve taken her on a sleigh ride,” Shane admitted, adjusting his beanie, “Her parents and I… we used to do this when we were younger. Add in some fire ball hot chocolate and bad horror stories, and it was a regular Saturday night for us.”

He so rarely brought up the topic of her parents, and you stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt whatever he was thinking of as he watched Jas continue to play, throwing half-made snowballs at the bushes.

“I was too much of a mess every winter after she started living with me to bring her here,” He leaned against you, moving so his head was against your shoulder, and you let him, leaning your head ontop of his, “I’m really happy I can do this for her now. And I’m really happy you came with us.”

You felt warm at his words, so many emotions flowing through you. It was taking a lot of strength not to just kiss him, the two of you refraining from PDA in front of Jas until you not only made things official, but talked to her about your relationship as well.

Though you suspected she had some idea, kids were smarter than they were given credit for.

“I’m glad I could come as well,” You spoke softly, and Shane hummed, “Even if it made you choke on your milk.”

“Okay,” He pulled back, standing up straight, but there was laughter in his voice, “You can pretend she never told you that.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, seemed pretty important to me,” Before you could continue teasing him, a snowball came flying your way, soft and small, but pelting you in the shoulder.

“Wha-” You ducked, another snowball sailing and hitting the sleigh, laughter bubbling from you, “Jas!” 

She giggled uncontrollably from the snow, and Shane snorted. 

“It’s a full on snowball war with her,” He said, a sly grin growing on his face, his tone still light, “She pelts poor Vincent every winter. You’ll have to try hard if you wanna win.” 

You turned to him, meeting his gaze for a split secent, before turning back to where Jas was peeking from around a bush, smile still on her face, a snowball in her hand. You reached down to the snow, forming a loose ball in your hand.

“Alright,” You stood up, aiming for the bush in front of Jas, but before you could throw it, another snowball hit you from the back, straight from Shane.

Mouth parted, you turned to him with faux shock, “Really, Shane? You too?”

Shane was grinning now, a full smile, teeth on display as he laughed, “Told you, if you wanna win you gotta try harder.”

Turns out he was true when calling it a snowball war, the three of you pelting each other with snowballs. The quietness was replaced with laughter, the three of you shrieking in delight whenever you’d get hit. At one point Shane picked Jas up, flipping her upside down and holding her in the air, her laughter dissolving into breathless cackles as you started throwing snowballs at Shane, declaring you’d save her. Eventually, the energy died down as you all began to feel and realize how cold you’d gotten, Jas’ teeth chattering as she denied being cold. 

You piled her back into the sleigh, wrapping the blanket around her and holding her close. You and Shane were stilled pressed against each other, him steering Rocky back to Marnie’s place, a slow and steady pace. Jas, though she tried to fight it, ended up falling asleep in your lap, the excitement and long day catching up to her.

“That was… fun,” Shane spoke, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

You smiled, sighing with content, “Yeah. It was.”

“I am glad you came with us.”

“Me too,” You two were keeping your voices quiet, “I know I can’t replace your memories with her parents, and I would never want to, but maybe we can start some new winter traditions with Jas, if you’d want.”

He snorted, “Maybe without being pelted by snowballs every year,” He was smiling as he spoke, his eyes so soft you could feel your heartbeat quicken, warmth spreading from your chest, “But I’d like that.”

A/N: concernedape PLEASE let Jas move in with you when you marry Shane, she's his goddaughter!!!

[taffycandyqt]

Hi taffy!! Idk if anyone has done this but its been on my mind for a while now. YouTuber reader and editor donnie. Where Donnie has a little avatar that pops into videos and reader talks in the video to him for when he edits (kind of like a Markiplier and Lixian kind of thing?) Thanks soo much! Lots of love!

Yesssss!!!! I absolutely love Marks and Lixians dynamic! Oh this is gonna be so fun!

You didn't specify what version you wanted so I'm just gonna assume you want rise Donnie and do that👍

Masterlist

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Little Editor Boy

You found your video editor a couple years after starting YouTube. He's great at his job and you enjoy talking to him. You never met him in person though, so imagine your surprise when you find out he's a giant mutant turtle!

Rise Donnie x gn reader

Headcannons

Fluff

Before dating

Othello was the best person you had ever worked with and one of your closest friends.

You hired him after he had edited one of your videos for his own channel.

It was purely for satire but you loved his sense of humor and he was good at what he does.

Now you guys call practically all the time and he even feeds you ideas for new videos.

You loved pushing your dynamic on your videos too!

Talking to him like he was in the room with you and teasing back and forth like he was there responding to you.

It was fun!

You hated watching your videos but you loved to go to the parts where you "talk to him" just to see his witty comebacks.

He never ceased to make you laugh.

With all this though you've never met in person, nor have you ever seen his face.

He always avoids the topic or makes some sort of excuse.

No he doesn't have a working camera on any of his technological devices despite his fluency with the stuff, yes he really does live in Zimbabwe even thought he consistently talks about going to places exclusively in New York

Yes he is busy Ninja training, no that is not a lie, unfortunately he is planning on being sick the next two weeks that your free so guys can't visit each other.

Safe to say, you were done with his bull.

So on your next phone call you cornered him for the truth.

Little did you know that the truth was, he did want to meet you, but he couldn't.

Now it should be known that Donnie isn't ashamed of how he looks.

Is he aware? Yes.

Does he care? No.

If someone else has a problem with it, it's just that, their problem.

But with you, he wants you to like him, and he HATES that.

He wishes that taking the chance to meet you in person didn't scare him so much.

He doesn't want you to scream, run, call him a freak, and fire him!

So when you put him in tight position to meet you, he was kinda freaking out.

Not that his "bad boy" persona would ever let him show it.

Donnie's knee bounced under the table as he waited for you to come into the shabby diner you both decided to meet at. Purple hoodie and mittens with black jeans and sneakers. Normally he hated wearing all this junk but if he could avoid the inevitable freakout as long as possible then so be it. With his hood pulled up to shield his face from the occasional passer-by. The yellow lights flickered periodically and it made him wish he was back at his lab fixing up whatever project he felt like instead of watching that persistent technological annoyance.

The minutes ticked by and he was starting to wonder if you were coming at all. Maybe you had seen him from afar and decided you didn't actually want to meet him? Maybe you were freaked out? At this point he couldn't decide which one would distress him more. The prospect of meeting you or the idea that you no longer want to meet him. Panicked thoughts started rushing through his head and the plasticy covering of his booth seat was becoming increasingly uncomfortable the longer he sat there alone. If felt like he was in the splash zone waiting for a wave to smack him.

Before he can go any deeper into this panic though, you say down in front of him.

"Sorry I'm a little late. Hopefully five minutes wasn't too long a wait!" you laughed to yourself as you slid into the booth seat across from him.

"N-nope! All good here! A ha..." he mumbled awkwardly.

You both talked as your food came and he stayed draw in on himself and refused to let you see his face.

He would get more comfortable with the conversation as you talked and things seemed to be getting into a better note but his body language still seemed to stay uncomfortable.

You just kept the conversation up and hoped he would come out of his shell.

Nothing seemed to be working until you got on the topic of Jupiter Jim and you mentioned how underrated Atomic Lass and Atomic Lads dynamic is within the franchise and fanbase.

He'd sit up so fast that his hood flew off is face as he released an exasperated "EXACTLY!"

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

You didn't know what to expect but it wasn't green skin and less than human features.

Your bewildered staring clued him into his fatal mistake.

He'd sink back into the booth seat choking out an awkward forced laugh.

You so badly want to ask "What are you?" But that seemed a tad dehumanizing. Though you guessed he wasn't really human.

So after the initial shock wore off, you decided to say something a bit different.

"There's the face I've been dying to meet," you smiled.

"Pardon?" He looked up at you a tad surprised.

This was the first time he made eye contact with you since you got here.

"I haven't been trying to meet you in person for so long just so I could catch a glimpse of your fashion sense you know,"

After that he played it off like he knew you would react that way and immediately straightened his posture at the table.

The time there also got a bit more comfortable as you both chatted freely.

He still kept the hood on but was no longer using it to obscure his face.

Eventually you noticed his hands had been degloved and saw his green three fingers.

You didn't stare like you did at his face but you made a mental note to ask him about it later.

You were still curious okay?

While Dating

Once you two start saying it becomes increasingly obvious to you followers.

Your interactions with Donnie's little character slowly went from boss employee teasing to ridiculous romantic jokes to just straight up calling him pet names.

When you find out about Donnie's family and their mutant situation you were actually really interested.

Though it did make you a little sad at the realization that his behavior when you first met in person was because he thought you'd think of him differently.

Because of this one of your favorite names for him becomes "handsome boy" or "handsome man".

You'd ask him to edit something for you in one of your videos and when you were done explaining it you'd say "thank you my handsome boy!" And continue playing the game.

The first time this happened he was just watching the video to edit it like he normally does, only to get jump scared by the nickname.

Don't get me wrong, he loved the name, but he just didn't know what to think.

It took him a good ten minutes to recover from his flustered state of mind.

After he got out of it he would consider just editing that part out.

For.... reasons.

But ultimately left it in since the cut would be too awkward.

Needless to say your followers are BEGGING for an Othello face reveal and you just have to keep saying no😭😭

Outside of that you are like the OTP for Internet couples.

It gets to the point where you guys kinda become a meme

Some fan of a different streamer will talk about how that streamer and their partner and perfect for eachother and then one of your fans will just be like "yeah but are they as perfect as y/n and Othello von Ryan?"

It even evolves I into "peanut butter and jelly are the perfect pair" "not as perfect as y/n and Othello tho..."

or "UGH! GUYS! My fit EATS! Almost as much as y/n and Othello!"

It's all in good fun, and you find it absolutely hilarious.

Donnie is amused and anytime you show him these memes he simply nods and says something along the lines of "well I cannot disagree with objective fact."

Overall, very cute, very fun.

[cherrysurf]

Hi there! Have a gd merry christmas and for the event may I request snowman cake pops, bringing small ornaments and visiting santa at the mall ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

I cant decide between these two fav characters so u may choose ushijima or akaashi!!

Plus point, if f reader bought him a gift of pink mittens and if he wears it outside their respective best friends teases about it <3 feel free to change whichever and thanku!!

The mitten confession !

hii thanks so much for sending in an ask! I hope you enjoy this!

The old shiratorizawa volleyball team decided to get together for a little christmas secret santa reunion party you being there volleyball manager got invited as well, you all kept in touch no matter where life took each of you, goshiki was in charge of telling everyone who they got for secret santa. You had gotten ushijima even though you barely saw him due to him being pro you still kept in touch as best as you could. You two would chat or call whenever you both weren’t busy. He might’ve not been super talkative at first but as your guys’ friendship grew so did ushijima’s ability to communicate. If he ever had a game in japan he’d always send you tickets to go see him and support you always did. You had grown feelings by this time since he changed from how he used to treat you in highschool he was much kinder and loved talking to you and made time when he could. You assumed feelings were just heavily one sided and that’s how he treated all his closest friends, so now you’re here at the mall looking through various stores hoping for something that you’ll deem to be perfect for ushiwaka, your eyes landing on a store for winter clothes. You walk around thinking that this would be easy, getting him

something practical and useful for the winter is a smart choice because shopping for a boy is much more difficult than shopping for a girl. Your eyes fall on these pinkish reddish leather gloves that had the inside with warm fur perfect for keeping your hands warm, you walk over to the area and look to find the perfect size for ushiwaka you as a worker for help and then they ask you “so what size would you like to get ma’am” the person asks “uhm probably your biggest size the person im getting this for has really huge hands” you say nervously “ah i see, we also do custom engraving would you like that too?” they offer, “Yes actually that’s perfect, would you mind putting the initials T.U on the gloves” you say brightly “sure thing” they gloves now had

ushiwaka's initials on the side hidden but there, you bought them and they packed it up nicely for the christmas season. As you walk out you weren’t sure if ushijima would enjoy or even wear the gloves but unfortunately there was no turning back now you walk into the house in formal wear attire (dress coded was again goshiki’s idea since it was hosted at his house after all) you go to greet everyone while you had ushijima’s gift in hand nervously messing with it. Dinner and conversation was amazing. Ushijima was really happy to see you again, shown by the little smile he had when he saw you. It was time for gift giving and semi got you. He handed you a beautiful matcha set “i know how much you love matcha so i got you this i hope you like it” he says smiling, you go for a side hug “stop semi it’s beautiful i absolutely love it thank you” now it was your turn, your heart dropped to your stomach now only worried about ushijima’s reaction but everyone else’s. He happy takes your gift with both hands and opens it but only for him to see it and no one else he smiled contentedly and thanked you “aww man what was it ushiwaka i wanna see” tendou said

sulking “it was a very thoughtful gift for the winter that yn gave me” he said and then moved on no one else said anything sometimes ushijima was closed off with certain things so it wasn’t unusual for him to do that. A few days after that everyone got invited to go out for another small gathering for brunch as you seat yourself along with everyone else, ushijima walks in wearing the gloves you had got him. You look up at him smiling from ear to ear, “nice gloves ya got there” tendou said “thank you they were the gift yn gave me” he said confidently as he sat by you, “for a second i was really nervous you weren’t going to like him ushiwaka” you say poking at your food, “why would i not? anything you give to me is dear to me yn” he says staring at you, your heart swells at his words “i'm glad ushiwaka” you smile and he smiles back at you after brunch ends ushijima offers to take you home and you accept, just as you were about to step out he ask

you “hey yn i was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date before i leave again” he says nervously “really?” you say turning red “yes i'm sorry if my other advances weren’t obvious enough after you gave me the gift i knew i had to come clean” he says “other advances? what do you mean” you say questioning “inviting you to my game and making time for you yn” he says and then it all clicks you were right about everything “im sorry im kinda slow on picking things up i guess” you say nervously “don’t worry i'm just glad we got it figured out now goodnight yn” he says smiling “goodnight ushijima”

[oddballwriter]

(Poly) Lost Boys' Reaction to you Bringing a Stray Cat to the Hideout

Warnings: Regular Lost Boys shenanigans, and cat shenanigans too  

Author’s Snip: Fuck the canon we die like men

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Just as a fyi I wrote this with the idea that you're part of the Lost Boys (a vampire) and live in the hotel ruins and cave with them

You've been gradually luring a stray cat to the hideout by feeding it with the plan of having it be a pet

David

He usually has tabs on everyone in the group, so he knows that you were feeding a stray with scraps of takeout

He laughed when he heard you say that you wanted to have it be a pet

David didn't think that you could pull it off

"Good luck with that, babe."

And then he sees the damn fur ball in the hideout and he's pleasantly surprised. You actually managed to get a cat to live in the hideout

David doesn't really pay too much attention to it since it's technically yours

He'll pet it if it comes to him

Though sometimes it sits on his rickety wheelchair throne and he shoos it off

though he does actually like the powerful look he has when he's petting it when it's on his lap

Otherwise he just ignores it

Also, it doesn't matter if you and the others named it, he just calls it "the cat"

I can see him hissing back at the cat if he cat ever hisses at him

Dwayne

Dwayne humors your task of luring the cat

Similar to David, he doesn't really have much faith in the idea that you can successfully do it, but he's sure it's possible. So when it starts coming in and staying then he congratulates you

He actually enjoys having the cat around and just seeing it lounging around

Dwayne likes to jokingly call it generic cat names like Mr. Whiskers, Mr. Mittens, or just kitty

Thinks it's funny and cute when it chases around Marko's pigeons

Over all just vibes with it

Paul

Both him and Marko are down to actually help you bring in the cat but doesn't really get the slowly feeding it process

"Why not just grab it and bring it to the hideout?" "If we do that it'll just be scared of us. I want it to trust us. Feeding it can teach it that we mean no harm." "Oh."

He will actually steal cat food from bowls and bring it to you to give the cat so that it can actually eat cat food instead of scraps

Calls it "Little Buddy"

He's the one who hypes up the cat the most, he'll be playing with it and it will be all hyper

Paul actually likes when it brings back 'gifts' (aka dead birds and mice)

"Look it hunts just like us"

Marko

Like I said, helps lure the cat

Though he does second guess once it's already started living in the hideout because it might kill his pigeons

He does steal cat toys for the cat so that it will stop trying to kill them

Otherwise, loves it

He'll call it whatever you named it but like he gives it little nicknames like Little Killer and stuff like that

You sometimes have to tell Marko to leave the cat alone

"Marko stop chasing it around, you're gonna get scratched."

His ass does not listen and then he acts surprised when his ass gets scratched

Marko jokes that the cat is you guys' guardian pet like Thorn is, even though it just lays around all day

"It's nocturnal like us!"

[ofthecaravel]

Heaven In Time

Holiday Special

Summary: Danny's California love sees his first snow. Set between Chap 1 and Chap 2.

Tags: Nothing but fluff

Words: 3k

A/N: Happy holidays! Random little prequel for the GVF Writers Christmas Event by @hearts-hunger that allowed me to indulge in fleshing out this universe a little more!

Prompt #26: First Snowfall

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“So, how was your day?”

“Goo-oo-d.”

“That’s all? Just good?”

Sam chuckled into a sip of water, replacing the crinkling plastic bottle in its cup holder as Danny shot him a scrutinizing little smile. They were illuminated only by the truck’s headlights on the trees in front of them, but Sam could read through Danny’s expression in a moment’s time. 

“Busy,” Sam answered anew, replacing the word with something more descriptive like Danny preferred to hear during their work day debriefings. “Which is good. I don’t get as bored as I do when it’s slow.”

“Are your hands feeling any better today, or no?” Danny asked, tilting his head slightly to assess the dry skin on Sam’s hands. Ever since the weather started cooling down, Sam’s dishwater-worn hands had become increasingly chapped and sore in the cool breezes that greeted him after his diner shift was up. Of course, Danny had done nothing but fuss over it since the time he’d picked Sam up after work and gone to kiss his knuckles, only to find the skin there cracked and his lips stained with blood. 

“Meh,” Sam shrugged, holding a hand out for Danny to properly look while his other hand clutched the deli counter sandwich Danny had brought him.

“Gonna have to buy you some gloves, baby love,” Danny murmured as he took Sam’s left hand with his right and soothed his thumb over the tops of his fingers. “Christ, you’re freezing!”

Sam giggled again and darted his hand out to tickle at Danny’s neck with his ice cold fingers, braying a proper laugh when Danny shrunk away with a shout and slapped at him with his free arm.

“That’s what you get for using His name in vain,” Sam teased, managing to draw one more yelp by pressing his fingers against Danny’s cheek before retreating.

“Ah, fair enough,” Danny sighed with a wide, dopey grin. “You know, I couldn’t tell you why, but your pious nature seems to keep slipping my mind as of late.”

“I also couldn’t tell you why,” Sam muttered shyly, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously as he took a bite of his dinner. “How was your day?”

“Changing the subject, I see,” Danny joked. “My day was also good and also busy. Mostly just restocking and working the register. Nothing insane but- oh, actually, there was this old guy who came in who was a hoot.” 

“Yeah? Tell me more.”

Danny cleared his throat and readjusted in his seat to face Sam more, pulling his knee up comfortably and visibly trying to chew faster through a bite of his own sandwich with an exaggerated facial expression that made Sam burst into giggles.

He’d hate to admit it later on, but Sam was unable to follow along with Danny’s story once it started. Just how it’d been from the very first day they’d met, Sam got helplessly distracted following the movements of Danny’s mittened hands and the glimmer in his dark eyes as they punctuated his jokes. Being an Alabama native, Sam wasn’t much used to the effect that the cold can have on someone, but he was very attracted to the way it forced Danny into jewel toned sweaters and colored Danny’s cheeks and the crest of his freckled nose. With a knit hat jammed snugly over Danny’s hair, his waves sprung out cartoonishly and hid his ears that had turned pink from cold breezes and the sting of a sewing needle Sam had used to pierce Danny’s right ear on a drunken night a week prior. Even if the little silver hoop didn’t stay in forever, Sam was fond of the idea of his actions leaving a scar on Danny. If Danny came to his senses some day and left, Sam would still be with him wherever he went, and Sam smiled at the thought of leaving that lasting mark on someone who seemed to be crafted every bit in God’s image. 

“Funny, right?” 

Sam snapped back to reality and was met with Danny beaming at him, clearly at the end of whatever anecdote he’d been building over the past few minutes. His excited breath puffed out in the air in little clouds and Sam’s stomach fluttered with fond feeling. 

“It’s something that’d only happen to you,” Sam finally answered, hoping it made sense in the context of whatever Danny had said. Danny laughed and shrugged, taking a big bite of his sandwich and smiling out the windshield, staring through the thin trees like they’d ended up at the outskirts of a grand forest and not the parking lot behind their apartment building.

“I guess a lot of crazy shit happens to me, huh?” Danny affirmed. “Good crazy, though.”

“It always works out for you,” Sam added. “Going from Florida to California with no plan is pretty crazy. Scraping up enough to secure somewhere to stay and landing a job at the same time is even crazier.”

“That’s true! You know what’s the craziest thing I’ve done?”

“Hm?”

“Picking up a hitchhiker and moving in with him.”

A surprised laugh punched out of Sam and Danny mirrored it with his own delight, drinking in the victory of shaking a laugh from his still somewhat serious companion. Sam took a stray piece of lettuce and tossed it weakly at Danny, who snorted in response when it fluttered straight down onto the gearshift.

“I think that hitchhiker would also be pretty crazy for that, too,” Sam remarked, leaning slightly over the center console to bait Danny for a kiss. “Then again, you’re pretty cute, so I get why he’d get into your dinged up truck.”

Danny smirked and leaned in just enough for their noses to brush, sending both of their heart rates through the roof as Danny let the tension stretch. 

“Those dings are from when I let you drive and you know it,” Danny teased in a whisper, treating them both to the amusing memory of Sam anxiously getting behind the wheel on a dead stretch of road in Roswell and kicking up a cloud of rocks that nearly shattered a back window and sent Sam into apologetic hysterics. Sam merely hummed at Danny’s accusation, letting his lids lower coquettishly and tipping his chin up ever so slightly to invite Danny in. With Danny so close, he was breathing in the sweetness of his warmth, and Sam felt himself begin to shiver with a hunger that had nothing to do with their dinner and everything to do with the man that had brought it. 

Before Danny could make his move, he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to greet it with a furrowed brow and a squint. Sam frowned and followed his eyeline, a prickle of panic softening as soon as it had come when he saw what had made Danny breath out a soft whistle. It was simple what he saw; the slow descent of snowflakes through the headlights as they floated against the dark silhouette of the trees like strings of pearls. But for Sam, it was enough to wring a gasp from his chest. Sam tossed his sandwich onto the dashboard and struggled with the passenger door to get out of his seat. Danny followed suit in a flash, watching Sam as his lanky form hurried around the front of the faded red truck and halted in the center of the lights, his head tilted up to the sky to observe the featherlight flakes as they ambled down to kiss his blushed skin.

“Are you a big fan of the snow?” Danny asked gently, not wanting to fully stir Sam from his wonderstruck haze. 

“I…” Sam trailed off, losing his thoughts for a moment as he noticed a dusting of snow beginning to accumulate on a low hanging branch. “I’ve never seen it in real life before.”

“Oh, wow,” Danny marveled, slowly approaching Sam and sliding a hand around his waist to settle on the thin material of Sam’s thrift store bought winter jacket. Sam spared him a brief look, widening his eyes in excitement for a beat before turning his head back to the sky.

A minute of quiet passed. Sam, struck dumb by the wintry spectacle, eyes glued to the deep heavens above. Danny, standing still so as not to disturb Sam, placing a sporadic kiss on Sam's temple when the mood moved him. Upon seeing the pale snowflakes gathering on Sam’s dark hair, Danny removed his hat and shook his hair free as he fit it over Sam’s head instead. Sam looked to him inquisitively, a stray snowflake dangling off his lashes as he blinked up at Danny with a mask of childlike joy.

“Where’d your hat go, baby?” Danny murmured, adjusting the snug brim of the beanie so it protected Sam’s forehead and tips of his ears from the chill. 

“Ran away,” Sam joked, twisting at the hip to link his arms behind Danny’s back and huddle for warmth. “You know how fast I lose stuff.”

“No hat, no gloves,” Danny chastised, shaking his head and tsking. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I’m a Southern belle!” Sam protested, pressing his chest flush to Danny’s and giggling. “I’ve never had a white Christmas before!”

“Well, I doubt this snow is gonna stick, so I’m not sure that’s a guarantee,” Danny noted. “But anything else festive that you want…I can try and make that happen. Not that I know any more about that than you do.”

“Yeah?” Sam probed. “All the jingle bells and whistles?”

“And all the hot cocoa you can drink,” Danny promised, cupping Sam’s chilly face in his knit covered hands. “Twinkle lights, tinsel, ice skating, candy canes. If we need a Christmas tree, I’ll just chop one down for you.”

“One of these spindly trees? No, thanks.”

“No, no, I’ll hike out to the forest and find the perfect one. Just me and the truck and a big saw. I’ll be a real lumberjack.”

“Good luck getting it up four flights of stairs.”

“What, you’re not gonna help me?”

“Not if I’m going to get all covered in sap!” 

“You have to suffer for the sake of the holiday, Sammy,” Danny explained with a joking lilt to his words, squishing Sam’s cheeks in his gentle grip. “It’s all about Christmas spirit.”

“You’re the real sap,” Sam quipped, his thoughts dampened by the buzz in his head that sang out about Danny’s heavy handed romanticism. Danny laughed and pinched Sam’s cheeks one more time, puckering his lips into a ready pout.

“But before I get any of that, I’m really going to have to invest in some mistletoe,” Danny purred lovingly, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s. “So I can get my greatest holiday wish whenever I want. I can't wait until Christmas day.”

“What do you want for Christmas?” Sam asked as best he could with his mouth obscured by Danny’s hold and the smile that fought so hard to stretch that it burned his facial muscles. 

Danny answered with a kiss, pressing his chapped lips to Sam’s and pulling his frame as close into his embrace as he could. The sounds of the nearby traffic and the frigid temperature seemed to melt away as they stood in the snow, clinging to each other out of pure and patiently built affection. 

If Sam had opened his eyes he figured he would see the curved glass of a snowglobe creeping up around the corners of his vision, not unlike the big snowglobe his mother would put on the hearth on the first day of December. Sam used to stare at it while his older siblings were tasked with more important Christmas decorating tasks like stringing vintage lights with brittle bulbs or pushing needle and string through popcorn for garland. If he thought hard, he could follow the ceramic silhouette of the little house nestled in the snowglobe’s center and the memory of wanting it to be his own. That house was small, and quiet, and removed from the chaos that swept into the pastor’s house at the start of the all important Christmas season. It seemed like a place with someone inside waiting for him to come home. 

Danny pulled away, immediately busying himself with dusting snow off of Sam’s shoulders and fussing with the front of his jacket to properly zip it up, chatting all the while about getting them thicker jackets after their next paychecks. Sam admired him with a lovesick smile, heart pounding with every noted detail of Danny’s long eyelashes and the squared build of his shoulders as they filled out his sweater.

“I’m happy I could be here for your first snow,” Danny commented in a hushed tone when he was satisfied with the state of Sam’s winter bundling. 

“I’m happy you were here for a lot of my firsts,” Sam replied with the same gentle air as Danny, looking up through his lashes as he shuffled in place to stay warm.

“Me too, Sammy lamb,” Danny cooed, cradling Sam’s cheek again to kiss Sam’s forehead through the wool hat. “Come on, grab your stuff and we’ll go in and get you warm. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Sam affirmed with a shy smile.

“We’ll put on a kettle,” Danny proposed as they went around to their doors. “What’s that tea you like? With the red box?”

“Polar Peppermint,” Sam muttered. Like all things that brought him joy, Sam was embarrassed to acknowledge it.

Danny knew what kind of tea it was, of course. He’d bought it a few times now, definitely enough times to know it by name. He just liked to pry as many words out of Sam as he could, and even though it wasn’t as needed anymore as Sam continued to open up, he didn’t really want to stop doing it. Sam knew this, and Danny didn’t care if he knew, and they both flushed with warmth as Danny put his hand on the truck door handle.

And pulled.

To no avail.

Danny arched a curious eyebrow and jiggled the door handle again, feeling a curse blossom on his tongue when he looked through the window and saw the keys still in the ignition. 

“What?” Sam queried from the other side. “You okay?”

“Uh,” Danny answered awkwardly. “Well! I may have locked the keys in the car.”

“What?” Sam blurted. He instantly pressed his face up against the glass and looked in, finding the keys glimmering from where they hung, illuminated by the headlights that were still on and now unable to be turned off. Sam felt his pulse begin to quicken, already anticipating a rage to follow this untimely conflict. The ghosts of his past were here to haunt him again, and he heard them whisper in his ear to run.

Instead, he was startled from his impending spiraling by the perplexing sound of Danny laughing.

“Ah, shit, okay,” Danny sighed, pulling out his phone and shaking his head with a grin. “What can you do, you know? I’ll call, uh, I don’t know, the fire department. Right? Yeah, they’ll know what’s up.”

Danny started tapping at his phone as Sam regarded him in slightly bug eyed shock, mapping Danny’s every calm and collected movement as Sam attempted to charter anything that would throw them off kilter. All he was met with was Danny amicably chatting with a firefighter and holding out his hand for Sam to take, leading them towards the doors to the apartment building. Danny mouthed ‘Don’t want you to freeze!’ and wiggled his eyebrows, but Sam could only watch as Danny navigated this irritating inconvenience as casually as he moved through his morning routine before work.

It hit Sam in a rush, out of nowhere, out of everywhere, that he was in love with Danny.

He felt kind of stupid as he reeled in the reality of it, fumbling for his keys to let them in as Danny started bantering good-naturedly with what sounded like half the fire department. It rendered him as speechless as the snow had and Sam hoped that his face didn’t betray the overwhelm of emotion that washed over him as they drifted down the dingy hallway towards their little apartment. Now he heard it accompanying every little thing Danny did. 

Danny tapped the toe of his boot against the welcome mat to shake off the snow.

I love you.

Danny winked at Sam as he listened patiently to someone on the other end.

I love you.

Danny waited in the entryway for Sam to walk in first, like he always did. Like a gentleman.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Sam faced their living room as he unzipped his jacket, drinking in the sight of the space that they had built together. It wasn’t much, a scavenged couch and a 2 dollar table and a TV with a crack that worked just fine despite its outward flaw. Lamps with bulbs that Danny had pilfered from work, a plant that Sam had rescued and somewhat successfully nursed to the point of flowering. Around the corner was their bedroom, which would greet him with a double bed that weathered all their long nights and a closet that blended their wardrobes together. It was simple, and it was theirs. 

“You stay put, I’m going to wait downstairs for the lock guys,” Danny called.

“ ‘kay,” Sam replied dreamily, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Danny. “You want a cup of tea too?”

“Sure,” Danny agreed. “Thank you. I promise we will be reunited with our sandwiches soon.”

Sam chuckled and Danny winked at him again, closing the door behind him. Releasing a rattling breath full of emotion, Sam turned back to their living room and watched the snow continue to drift softly down through the window. He took off Danny’s hat and kneaded it in his hands as his eyes began to sting with tears. In his head, he picked up and put down a thought he couldn’t quiet no matter how hard he tried to turn away from it.

God, help me, I love him.

~~

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ookay this one is really really tooth rotting fluff level

Tadc x reader who just realized christmas is coming, and is freaking out with absolute glee and childlike wonder

TADC cast x reader who loves christmas!

AAAAAA im so so sorry i could have sworn i answered this but i guess i didnt??? i promise i didnt mean to leave this in the inbox this long on purpose i think i must have lost track of stuff </3 regardless, i hope you enjoy! admin must admit, asides from presents and the christmas tree, he doesnt do many holiday activities so... admin is underqualified for this but hes still gonna try! a lot of the character segments intertwine in this btw! like not in a "similar idea" thing but in a "they are actually overlapping and interacting with one another" way so !! side note unrelated to the post eheheheh the second batch of macarons have been piped! theyre now on the counter set out to dry, and ive got my ganaches out to get to room temperature so i can whip em up into a frosting :3

CAINE:

oh i just know that caine would lean hard into holiday stuff, plus i think he has the best sense of time in the digital world out of everyone.. plus he just seems like the kind of guy to celebrate all sorts of holidays, not just christmas! year round stuff, you know? not just winter... so you guys would likely team up and totally deck out the grounds to match the holiday spirit! sure caine on his own already puts in way too much effort decorating everything, he even makes it snow! but with you around he cranks it up to 11! lets just hope there arent any scrooges around, though.... also prepare yourself because he would definitely find a way to have christmas music play on loop in the background... somewhere... ambient music but its festive songs... i think caine is also the one responsible for most of the presents, since he can basically get most things with just a flick of his wrist! ooooo perhaps a date (platonic or romantic! up to you!) where you guys wrap the gifts together!

POMNI:

funny enough, while i usually think pomni would SUCK at cooking, i think she can make a mean hot coco. granted, hot coco and/or hot chocolate arent the hardest things to make, but... i dont know, its just different when she makes it... (recommendation from the admin, add a bit of cinnamon or nutmeg to your hot coco its a game changer frfr, this goes for a lot of chocolate stuff, actually. its like the chocolate-coffee effect but like. makes a different flavor profile. add a bit of nutmeg to your chocolate chip goodies. rn.)

anyways! pomni always keeps you supplied with hot coco, and honestly it benefits you both! keeps you nice and warm, plus its delicious; and it gives pomni something to do... i mean, its christmas... surely she can take it easy from trying to find the exit... just for the season... helps with her anxiety about the whole situation, you know? making digital food sure is weird, though...

RAGATHA:

as mentioned in gangles part, she joins you and gangle in helping making a skirt for the tree! keeping up with the idea of sewing things, i think she would also make stockings for everyone; leaving most of them blank so everyone can customize them however they like... but you and her get together to decorate your own together and just !! i just think thats sweet! depending on how soon caine starts putting the christmas stuff around, you and her might be able to make some ugly sweaters for yourselves! thats a christmas thing, right? oooo and they match.... OOOO YOU GUYS MAKE AN EXTRA LONG SCARF FOR YOU GUYS TO SHARE!!!! rolls around... she makes you mittens so you can go mess around in the snow caine put all over the grounds

JAX:

snowball fight. and i mean really intense once. in fact it wouldnt be too much of a stress to call it a snowball WAR! honestly jax might just be the type to put rocks in his snowballs.... but because this is meant to be nice and sweet, he wont... just this once, and because he feels TOO mean crushing your holiday spirit (even if your digital body would quickly recover from the possible injury...)

you guys make forts and go absolutely ham. the stuff ragatha had made for the two of you! i mean sure you guys cant succumb to hypothermia, buuuuuuuuuut being really painfully cold still sucks... but the sweaters help you guys stay out for longer to play! and you can perhaps ask pomni to make some hot coco

oh yes its all coming together

ooo perhaps you convince jax to make snow angels and snowmen with you... though, i think jax would make the snowmen purposefully unappealing... but maybe you think hes actually trying his best... oh you jolly little thing..

KINGER:

okay so i admit this one might be a stretch and its mostly because his robe already has the fur and he gives off grandpa energy (even though hes only 48 but hey some grandpas become grandpas young) but imagine somehow someway he dresses up as santa (and i say that loosely, his robe turns red and the fur turns a plain white), bonus if he wears a hat to tie in the entire look. while caine is the one getting the gifts and wrapping them, i like to think kinger would ask to be the one to put them under the tree at an ungodly hour. sweet man. chews

as for an interaction with the reader... hmm.. hes the last character im writing, everyone else already has their parts done... the one christmas activity i can think of that hasnt been taken yet is baking! honestly i can see him being a decent chef! maybe its the dad/granddad energy speaking to me again... perhaps its the admin projecting... buuuut imagine you two make shaped cookies togehter; stars, candy canes, trees, bells, ect... and you ice them together! sure they may not be the prettiest or look the most professional; but does that really matter when youre having fun? they still taste delicious!

ZOOBLE:

ok i get it, i tend to lean hard into the zooble being negative and/or unimpressed with things a liiiiiiiiittle too often, but again zooble doesnt strike me as the type to enjoy most holidays. they seem more of a halloween person to me, you know? though, i think that they would switch out their antennae for ones that resemble antlers more... or if they dont have those, they string lights up on them! all for you, just because they know how excited the holiday makes you. they dont care about many things, but they care about you... and if it means doing (harmless) things they normally wouldnt do, then so be it! dont expect them to get in on many holiday activities, though...

GANGLE:

you and her make decorations for the grounds and the giant digital tree caine put in the main common area! handmade ornaments, paper stars and snowflakes, things like that! you and gangle stay up take cutting each thing, applying the colors and the glitter and any small details.... dozens of times.... because caine chose a tree that was way too big than it needed to be.... oh you might have to have gangle on your shoulders so she can reach the higher points of the tree! sits and thinks.... ooouuuuuuuuugh you guys make a skirt for the tree together with the help of ragatha... little group activity... sobs...

[coridallasmultipass]

nervous to talk to you outside of anon because of brains disorders but. love your blog. youre really cool. being influenced to think hard about brocal. which is my fuckin bread and butter. better at words than visuals. do you have any brocal fic ideas you want to see brought to life. ?.

Yaaaas BroCal!! ((You're too nice!))

I have so many friggen ideas in the works right now. Like why Bro gave Lil Cal mittens. (He has articulated claws under the mittens. I've already got a comic outline for part 1.) Or, Bro comes up with a new smuppet design and goes through a whole ordeal of "making" it with Lil Cal in the bedroom. Or more long limb adventures bc I'm really big on that - Cal getting tied around Bro.

I really like when Bro's like immune to Lil Cal's dark vibes. Like, Cal is just a cool lil dude to Bro, flirty and cheeky; but to everyone else he's a nightmare murder puppet. And super possessive over Bro, too. I like Bro to not be able to sleep without Cal, or else he gets nightmares and his insomnia goes unchecked. I love them being able to just chill and enjoy watching horror movies together as a soothing activity. (Hashtag Mood lol...) Just generally being inseparable. Bro can talk to Cal about anything and everything, but Bro doesn't say much around other people. I love Bro repairing Cal. Love it so much. Such an intimate activity, repairing or replacing parts, giving Cal new outfits, taking really gentle care of Cal.

I want them to get gay married and do sloppy things together.

This is a weird one, but I want Bro to store something (like, money for example, but something more significant/plot relevant) deep inside Cal's mouth in a hidden uh... stomach? Idk. Just storage space.

I really like floppy Lil Cal. I cannot stress that enough. Noodle arms are like the best thing ever. ((I had my fun back in the day drawing Mettaton with those kind of noodly arms, too, they make me so happy.))

But yeah. I love Lil Cal soooo much. BroCal is the best.

There was some line in a non-BroCal fic that went something like, "When you're the guy who carries a puppet everywhere in grade and high school, life is miserable, but when you're in college, you're just the cool puppet guy and no one cares," and I really fucking loved that and took it out of original context and put it into a BroCal context, of course. (I think it was a Bro/Dirk fic, actually.) Like, Bro grows up with this one lil dude that's like his stable rock in an otherwise rough life, he can always count on Cal to be there for him, and show him the love he doesn't get anywhere else.

[muppetears-stuff]

do you have any headcanons about Warren or other characters you like ?

Yes. Yes, I do. Thank you for asking!! ^^ more under the cut cause this gonna be long- :3

so, headcanons vvv

Bisexual. But that's just fanon-

I have a whole bunch of headcanons for double exposure Warren/design concepts that I have only thought of yet😔😔 but I will tell!!!

I love the idea of him having long hair, longer hair than original game Warren. He has it in a low ponytail, or I might just keep it down.

He's a lot more confident in his style and personality than teenage him, so I like to think he still sports the undershirts but wears jackets a lot more now, too. Lanyard covered in pins, and his student ID/regular ID, taking that from his original concept design for the first game because a lanyard feels SO Warren to me,,,,

Breaking away from double exposure thoughts. It's canon that he's friends with most girls at Blackwell. I like to think he's invited to sleepovers and hangouts sometimes, even if he's awkward around them, but he's one of the nicest guys at Blackwell. The girls are taking advantage of that.

I love the thought of nervous characters biting their nails (like me. And Warren is me /hj), and so he paints them/let's the girls paint them, it's to keep him from biting his nails off. If they're pretty or have something on them, he's not gonna wanna bite :]

Listens to bloodhound gang and Weezer. Specifically, "I wish I was queer so I could get chicks." By bloodhound gang and "I just threw out the love of my dreams." By Weezer. And weird al,,,,

He would've had such a wonderful dynamic between Chloe and Max, and I love to think that some rebel/mischievous part of him admired Chloe. He would drop everything to help Max and one of her friends if they needed help, as shown in the game. So he would've definitely helped with the mystery behind Rachel.

The type of guy to take one compliment from someone and think about it for the rest of his life. keeps him up at night type thing. /pos

Flocked to Max and thought he liked her, but it was just because she was the first person who made him feel seen and appreciated and made him feel like a person. He says it in the game, and it makes me cry, so it's not really a headcanon, but the first part is-

Gifted kid shame and burn out. Cries over getting a low grade or score and can not physically function for a week. I would love the idea of in game, him hanging around Chloe and Max, where some of his dialogue is him talking about how he should be back at Blackwell studying but finding what happened to Rachel is more important than an English paper.

If he does something cool as hell, he's gonna recognize it's cool as hell and gets giddy when someone else recognizes that it was cool. (the craving for validation, I get it.)

Mom friend, I have decided. Warren is not opposed to a little tomfoolery, maybe a bit of property damage, but if anyone got hurt while doing so, he's there with a bandaid and disinfectant immediately.

Presented Max with the idea of matching costumes for Halloween, Paulie Bleeker and Juno Macguff from Juno 2007, but she declined ,:3 (they are literally them!!!)

He's overly dramatic about things and will pull out the puppy dog eyes to get what he wants (which isn't a alot, he's a simple man.)

Bag, lanyard, jacket. COVERED in pins and patches of his interests/bands he likes

Has bumper stickers of movie references

Named his car. Her name is Lauren.

Mom knits things for him like sweaters, beanies, and mittens, and it's always a lovely gift during December<33 complete momma's boy.

Has vocal stims of random references that make him giggle way too much, repeats them for no reason. Picks at his cuticles or underneath his fingernails or messes with his undershirt sleeves. Constantly wiping his hands on his jeans. Big hand talker too :3

Wears a ton of wrist bands/bracelets and definitely ends up wearing concert wrist bands they give to you at the door for longer than needed because he forgets to take them off-

Is creatively stunted and can't visualize things properly. He wishes he had the creative brain that Max does so he can maybe see the world outside of facts and pre-established knowledge. Has a hard time writing because of it.

And that's it :DD I could probably do a part 2 with other characters,,,of course, if that is desired💖💖 thank you for asking!!

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #6

Department of Magical Violations, here we go!

"With a pair quite strange!" Got it, got it.

Ooh, this title card implies Jorgen~!

SLKDJF, did Wanda become a seahorse immediately after they were complaining they spent so long as fish last episode?

Whoa, we're already 100 wishes forward in the future? That leaves a lot of wiggle room. Show me the moon phase; you know you want to...

Yep, she likes the fish guy from the theme. His name is Kennueth.

That cat photo is driving me up the wall. Is it Mittens, who hangs around Dinkleberg? I really feel like I've seen this cat...

Oh, Jorgen's gotten older! As he should have, I suppose, though you wouldn't think this would have been such a significant time jump for him. I'm not sure I love it.

sdfklj, I'm glad we're sticking with "Jorgen is in charge of godparents." Like... that man has no legal rights to Fairy World. He's over godparents and that has always kinda been his thing.

His braces are too big...

I'm glad SOMEONE here is yelling at them for not filing godparent paperwork. You sniped someone else's godkid assignment, you dummies!!

Wish Inspection! It's back! THE DMV! It's also back?? ... With fewer flying cars this time, but... wow. Didn't expect that one.

"Tedious structure and drab settings is my happy place" - Hazel, I know a race of magical beings you would love to hang out with.

I'm glad "I wish he had a trampoline instead" [of a parachute] turned out exactly the way I envisioned.

Jorgen has not changed at all, and he still loves dancing with bright lights around. I support him. I feel like they've not emphasized his sliced-off wings to new viewers, though.

Cookie: I know what you want. Hazel, who did not want a car:

I see where this is going.

Cosmo's cute pocket <3

Teacher's Pal

Nottttt sure it was a great idea to make one character's whole personality saying "Football," but let's see where it's going.

Aw, I like that Hazel's school has squirrels as a mascot since Timmy had the Squirrely Scouts.

... huh? was that Timmy?

Cosmo: Does she not know how a door works?

Tough talk for Fairies who like poofing doors away.

She likes mushrooms and anime... What a combo.

Having Dimmy as a nickname for the Dimmadomes is really gonna throw me off (Sounds like "Timmy").

Oof, did she wish for all the teachers to like her? And does that make the lady who doesn't like her... the principal? (Yes)

Wow, we are on a streak of brown and orange eyes. Who knew they were all hiding in Dimmadelphia?

... Is that Grey DeLisle / Grey Griffin voicing the principal? (It is!)

His shades are too big...

This is an attack against me specifically.

OKAY I thought I was going crazy during the quick glances earlier, but YES, that IS Timmy as the mascot! Oh, RIP...

He haunts history even when he's gone, as he should.

Bigfoot Club sounds like something Hazel's dad would want her to sign up for.

Okay, so it's end of 5th grade, so she's 10-turning-11?

OH, Wanda just called Hazel "squirt..." It's so similar to "sport." That's cute.

???

Where is Dev? Where is he?

Forget Dev- What is up with this kid?

Dev is running around somewhere, unsupervised. He just dipped out halfway through the episode. There were no teachers to make him stay and he's rich. I expect no less.

A little less upbeat and dramatic than the debut episode, but that's not a surprise. I'd say it fits the theme of the old show really well. I look forward to more, though I do think Jorgen's appearance wasn't pushed as far as it could've been. On the other hand, it's perfectly in character that he doesn't want to spook Hazel as much as he wants to spook Cosmo and Wanda.

Got through a bit faster than expected, so maybe a little more watching.

[lewinblue]

Sunny my dear I can't help myself with this, it's been eating me all day. I keep thinking about Dad!Ben Mears and how the rest of the gang would react to Baby Matthew arriving in the family and in the days after (lol).

-Eva Miller would be screaming like a banshee. She's totally excited when she learns she's gonna be a grandma and although she's excited, Mr. Burke is laughing and he's like "Man I'm really gettin too old for this shit" (lol).

-When Ben and wifey tell Mark and Randy that they're gonna be big brothers, Randy literally blurts out "OH SHIT I GONNA BE A BIG BRUVER!" Father Callahan spit his drink out with that one.

-Randy will literally rest his head on you when you start showing. He still claims mommy ate a watermelon with legs. Ben does the same but he loves kissing your bump and smiling when he feels the baby kicking.

-The day you told everyone, Mabel Wertz went to the craft store and got what she could afford for yarn an started knitting. She's got grandkids herself so she knits and crochets frequently (she even made all of Randy's winter stuff) so you guys end up with all the little sweaters, mittens, hats and socks as well as blankies.

-Loretta Starcher called from the library as you were getting closer to your due date and had asked if you wanted a bunch of old books for Baby Matthew's nursery. You took them and lo and behold, every single one of them had been books that she kept because they had Ben's name in them and all his birthdays from when he was little.

-Ben stayed with you the entire time you were in labor. He kept feeding you as many ice chips as he could and rubbing your lower back. When you had to stand up, he let you lean against him.

-He cried so hard when the baby was born. The minute Ben heard him cry, he knew he loved the both of you to the moon and back.

-You were MELTING when you saw him doing skin-on-skin with the baby, sitting in the rocker near the window at night. His big giant hands almost covered Baby Matthew.

-You guys had sooooooo many visitors the next day. Eva almost fainted when she saw the baby and you guys took tons of pictures of Randy and Mark holding their new baby brother. Mr. Burke had memorized "Goodnight Moon" and while he was holding his little namesake, he got him to go to sleep by telling the story to the baby.

-When Baby Matthew came home, you guys were unbelievably lucky to have tons of help around the house. Eva and Mabel had the laundry covered and Father Callahan had completely taken over the kitchen (that man can meal prep like nobody's business).

Sunny I could go on with this but there's so much here I could do a whole novel on it (lol).

Everyone is so excited about the idea of a new little baby around. After the events of the novel, they all form a close knit family so everyone’s emotions are high.

Randy is definitely the little toddler that goes “I don’t want it. I’m the baby!” Until you explain all the stuff a new sibling can do with him. Especially because the gap between him and Mark is so big, he ends up getting left behind a bit but baby Mears is within 2 or maybe 3 years of him so they’re gonna be stuck like glue to each other.

When baby Matthew Mears makes his grand appearance everyone cries. 1) because everyone lost someone in the events previous and the idea that new life can be brought in is emotional. 2) Matthew is the cutest and chunkiest baby ever. And 3) When he finds out about the name, Mr. Burke finally cries. He says it’s allergies but no one believes him.

[r0s3s26]

hello! i would like to request a MHA matchup if possible<3

name: anne

pronouns: she/her

romantic or platonic matchup: romantic!

gender preference: none, i don't mind:>

ideal first date: going for a walk and grabbing some fast food, hopefully stopping by a bookshop or a cute cafe

personality: i'm an introvert and i like my alone time a lot, my social battery dies very quickly. i can be a bit shy at first, but only at first, i usually get comfortable very easily. i joke around a lot and have a pretty dark sense of humor. i'm quite sarcastic. i'm honest and outspoken, i usually first act and think later. i get attached easily. i overthink a lot. i get emotional very quickly, it's easy to make me angry but also easy to make me cry. i always plan things in advance. i'm stressed 24/7. always worried about future and pretty insecure

likes: animals (i have two cats and a dog), books, food that's especially sweet, the color blue, cartoons, plushies, sleeping

dislikes: parties, crowded places, loud noises, snakes, darkness, people who are unnecessarily mean, heights

perfect partner: someone who is fun to be around, would respect my boundaries, someone who wouldn't mind staying in instead of going out, someone protective who would make me feel special ✨

hobbies: listening to music, writing, reading books/mangas, learning languages

appearance: green eyes, medium length brown hair which i dye a lot, round face, 6 ear piercings, arm tattoo, tall (175 cm or so)

hopefully this is okay, sorry if it's too long or wrong:( take your time and have a nice day/night!! :3

@isadollie Your Match is…Shota Aizawa

<3 This grumpy man

<3 If you guys were to be in a relationship it would mainly be you trying to get Aizawa to get out more into the sun (like please touch grass)

<3 BUT he also loves staying in, ordering take out, and cuddling up on the couch while watching a movie

<3 He works with 1-A so he has an godly amount of patience for anything, and if your his partner it has absolutely doubled

<3 He thinks your tattoo and piercings make you look badass, but he would never say that outloud

<3 And also because he is the teacher of 1-A he already is protective of everyone, so you would never have to fear of being in danger, cause he fixed the problem before you even got there

<3 If you ever made a semi dark joke to him he would look at you like this

(he looks so fine in this picture oh my lord😍😍)

<3 Yall have so many cats

<3 Eri probably really likes you, and likes having a maternal figure in her house (dadzawa needed help BAD)

<3 On a more angsty note…

<3 He is very good at telling when something isn’t right with you

<3 Very observant

<3 Like if your having a bad day and everything is just bottling up inside of you and you lash out, he would let you, and then once you have calmed down he would just pull you into a hug, kiss the top of your head and say “i'm right here, you can let it out”

<3 BAWLING

<3 Ok back to happy

<3 So basically I feel like Aizawa is funny as fuck but like secretly, only you and Hazashi know that he is super funny.

<3 Date idea: Playing soft lofi or jazz while reading together in his arms

<3 EEEKKKKKKK

<3 Just so much domestic fluff

<3 Last thing is because you both have longish hair, you absolutely do matching hairstyles, like that half up half down

<3 Ok now to drabble

You sit there with one of your many cats on the couch, your scrolling through movies to watch with as you wait for your boyfriend to get back from patrol. On the coffee table you have taken out from his favorite restaurant, it's basically a buffet at this point knowing the pro hero will be hungry. There is a knock at the door alerting you that Aizawa is back, you softly place “mittens the cat” on the couch, not to disturb his slumber. You walk to the entrance and see your boyfriend taking his shoes and pro hero gear off, “Hi Shota” you say while softly walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his front “Hi honey” he says back. For a moment you just stare at each other softly until he leans in kissing you as softly as his gaze, you kiss back slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, raking your fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp. You tug him closer by the back of his head to kiss him deeper, showing how much you have missed his body slotted next to yours. Aizawa pulls away and pecks your nose, “I missed you too anne”.

(Authors note: I'm sorry I lowkey got carried away at the end, but I hope you like it)

[gaybananabread]

Hi!

Can I put in a request for lee! Alador and lers! Ed, Em, and Amity? That guy needs a laugh🥺. Basically, Ed and Em are busy tickling him because those two totally would. Alador thinks that hope is to come when he sees Amity passing by. But no, being Luz's girlfriend and specializing in abominations, Amity ends up tickling him too.

Feel free to decline!

I LOVE where your mind is, Anon! This is just- adorably tooth-rotting. I had a lot of fun writing this, definitely a mood booster. And, I know, two fics in one week! I smell progress! Thank you for requesting, and Enjoy!

Lee: Alador

Lers: Edric, Emira and Amity

Summary: Alador is moping about his workshop, tired and burnt out. Lucky for him, his children have a fun way of boosting his mood.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Alador was done, to say the least. The week wasn't going how he thought it would.

His latest design for one of his abometons was apparently very flawed, his tired mind making more than a few mistakes. The thing practically melted when he tried to use it.

That design had been giving him hell. He had tried tweaking it, using stronger magic, different metals, even asking Amity to assist him. Odalia had been riding him on the deadline, stressing him out and making everything worse. He was burnt out and so, *so* very tired.

He let his head slam on the desk, just hard enough to make a loud "thunk" noise. Edric and Emira, who were creeping nearby, quickly rushed in when they heard the it. Seeing their dad slumped at the desk, tired and frustrated, flipped their "playful comfort" switches on overdrive.

"Hey dad, you alive?" Emira walked over to the desk, her brother right behind her. He grunted, giving her a weak thumbs-up. Yeah right...

"C'mon, don't lie." She gently poked at his side, trying to get his attention. He huffed, swatting at her hands without sitting up. This sparked an idea in the twins, the same idea popping into both of their heads.

Edric smirked and placed a hand near his dad's ribs. Emira patted his knees. Chuckling, they nodded to eachother before beginning their attack. Edric poked and scratched at Alador's ribs while Emira went for his knees.

The inventor snorted, jolting and trying to shove at his kid's hands. He was tired, his squirming weak and slow. It was a matter of seconds before he broke, his laughter loud and deep.

"HEHEHEY! KIHIDS- QUIHIT IT!" The twins chuckled, happy to hear their father laugh. He rarely lets himself go, always stressed and serious. Em scribbled under his knees, close to giggling herself. His laugh is contagious. "Nah, I don't think we will."

He kicked out, grabbing her wrist. He didn't really try to push her away, just laughing. Edric, not wanting to be outdone, pressed his knuckles into Alador's ribcage. The man squealed, both of his worst spots too much to handle. His laughter was loud and frantic.

Emira laughed, moving her hands to his belly. "C'mon, Ed. Don't wanna kill him, we'd be stuck with mom." Edric smiled as he switched to scribbling on his dad's back. Alador's loud laughter calmed to bubbly, sweet giggles.

"Ehehedric! Emiraha! Gehet off!" He squirmed, his efforts to escape useless. If he managed to stop one twin, the other would poke his bad spot and send him back to square one. He didn't really mind the tickling, but he couldn't just let them do whatever they wanted. That spelled disaster waiting to happen.

Meanwhile, Amity slowly crept down the stairs, an abomination poised and ready for attack. She had heard the commotion and assumed the worst. You can imagine her surprise when she rounded the corner. The twins tickling her dad silly wasn't what she expected.

Emira was the first to notice her, nodding her head so her hands could stay busy. "Hey mittens! Dad here was just telling us about how sad he was. We're helping him let loose. Wanna join?"

Looking over at Amity, Alador felt some hope for escape. "Ahamity! Hehehelp!" Surely his no-nonsense daughter would stop this, right? That hope died when he saw the playful smile on her face. The same one she gets whenever Luz is trying to provoke her. He was *screwed*.

The twins snickered when Amity joined them, making room for their sister. Her dad needed to laugh, and this was always fun with Luz. She fluttered her fingers against his neck, occasionally scratching the shell of his ear.

Alador's giggling doubled, small squeaks and hiccups joining the sound. His face turned a deep red as he squirmed and pushed at their hands. Three on one wasn't exactly fair, making it near impossible for him to get them all off. They poked and scribbled, pulling squeaky giggle after squeaky giggle from their father.

"Kihihids! Ihi- *hic* Quihit!" At this point, he had practically gone limp, weakly batting at Emira's hands on his belly. He was tired, and the lighter tickling wasn't all that bad. It was a nice distraction from his work, and was honestly helping to ease some of his tension.

The Blight children smiled, continuing their father's "torment." His light, bubbly giggling was the only thing they rated to hear in that moment. Alador was always way too stressed out. It was nice for them to see him so happy and care-free.

Eventually, he reached his limit, tapping his older daughter's shoulder in surrender. She stopped, nudging Amity and Edric to do the same. Ed ran off to get some water while Amity set up the couch in his workshop.

Emira wheeled his chair over to the couch, helping him sit down. Alador let himself go limp on the soft cushions, giggly softly as he caught his breath. Ed came back with the water, which Alador quickly gulped down. "Thahank you..."

Ed, Em and Amity could tell their dad wasn't gonna last much longer. He needed a nap, and they'd done a good job of tiring him out enough to get one. His kids sat down beside him, Amity to his left and the twins on his right.

The added warmth and softness of the couch paired just right with Alador's exhaustion, quickly leading him into a peaceful sleep. True, he would have to get back to work later, and Odalia wouldn't be happy he put it off. But he doesn't really care. In that moment, him and his kids were happy. In his eyes, that's all that matters.

[spudgoddess]

Back in 2020, I discovered a YouTube channel by a guy calling himself Mitten Squad. He did all kinds of crazy gaming challenges. Most of them were for Fallout or Elder Scrolls games. What they all had in common was that they were hilarious. Mitten Squad, or Paul as he also went by (his real name was Robert Joseph Wilson), had a dark, dry, deadpan sense of humor sprinkled with a bit of self-deprecation and a little silliness. I watched his videos constantly. 

Some of my favorite lines include: “I hid from Ringo, by hiding in Ringo.” (Can You Beat Fallout New Vegas with only Boxing Gloves?)

"You're probably wondering which is the boy and which is the girl. I won't give it away, but I will tell you this: the knife is a whore." (Can You Beat Skyrim With Only A Fork?)

“I spy, with my little eye, a vile whore, who needs to die.” (Context: he’s referring to an elderly woman NPC whose very presence always seemed to crash his Fallout 3 playthroughs).

“Explosions were happening. People named Paul were screaming. It was a mess.” (Can You Beat Lonesome Road Without Taking Any Damage?)

"With enough notches on my pistol to spell psychopath in Braille…” (Can You Beat Fallout New Vegas With Only Big Iron?)

“And when I say there were a lot of ants, I mean a lot.of ants. I wouldn't have said a lot of ants if I didn't mean a lot of ants.” (Can You Beat Fallout New Vegas with only Boxing Gloves?)

“You can get a two for one special on Raiders by using the code GRENADE at checkout." (I can never recall the episode, I just remember that it’s Fallout 3.)

“I know a guy who knows a guy, and both of those guys are me.” (Not sure which episode. Also, obligatory Transformers reference, this sounds like something Swindle would say XD).

There are so, so many more. But you get the idea.

There were signs early on that all was not well in Mittenland. He showed a brief clip of arguing with an air conditioner in a hotel room while drunk. Another time, he showed the aftermath of accidentally dropping a liquor bottle into his bathroom sink, breaking the sink. On another occasion, he displayed about 15, maybe 20 or so empty liquor bottles.

I remember thinking maybe he was being edgy, or maybe he’d saved those bottles up over a very long time. But I was wrong.

In 2021, he let his fans know that he was taking a break for several months to work on his issues surrounding alcohol. He’d been struggling for at least nine months, getting blackout drunk 3-4 times a week. Yes, a week. Like so many others, I realized he wasn’t joking, but really had a serious issue with his drinking. He was away for several months, and he seemed like he was getting or doing better. I didn’t follow his Twitter, nor was I on his Discord channel, so I was a little out of the loop. Quite some time later, I saw on the fan subreddit that Paul had been hospitalized for alcohol -related issues, and this was not the first time for him, either. He assured us he was getting better and wasn’t going to stop fighting.

Paul lost his battle with alcoholism in December of 2023. The official cause of death was pancreatitis related to his illness. He was 27.

I was working when I found out. I was on break, decided to look at Reddit, and the announcement  had been made. Since the internet is often full of said hoaxes, I stubbornly refused to believe it at first. But Paul’s dad confirmed it. I cried for the rest of the day.

Please, everyone, at the risk of sounding like a cliche or a commercial, if you or someone you love is struggling with any kind of mental health issue, including substance abuse, please, please get help.Even if you think to yourself ‘Oh it’s not that bad, I just like to have fun and drink a little too much.’ Please get help.

I struggle with mental health issues (C-PTSD, rejection sensitivity, and possible BPD–jury still out on that one, as ADHD can mimic it in some ways and I haven’t been tested yet) and I know the misery they can cause. Thankfully, I have a strong support system, and I know Paul did too. I like to think that if the pancreatitis hadn’t done him in, he’d have won the fight.

Rest in peace, Paul.

We love you.

[ciaossu-imagines]

The gift giving question is so cute! Can you write what sort of gifts Fon, Colonnello, and Reborn would like? If you’re only doing one character then just Fon is fine!

I can for sure try to do this up for you! Thanks for the request, my lovely anon, and I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons!

Fon

I do think, with Fon, the old adage of the thought being what counts, not the gift is really very much the truth. He's always grateful for any gifts he's given. He's not one to really expect to receive gifts, even on traditional gift-giving occasions, and is always just touched that people thought of him and did get him something.

Now, I will say that Fon is going to be especially touched though if the gift itself has some thought put into it. Gifts that are personal in some way, that shows that the person was truly thinking of him and what he would enjoy or could use will touch him deep in his soul.

If a gift is handmade or home-baked, it's automatically an amazing gift to Fon. If someone went through the trouble of using their time to make him something instead of taking the quicker and easier way of just buying it, it shows a lot of care towards him, in Fon's mind, and it really humbles him and makes him very happy.

Now Fon doesn't have a lot of hobbies but food and tea are big things for him. Getting him or making him food or new tea blends to try are always safe gifts to give him.

Another safe gift idea for Fon? I think he would really enjoy those 'experience' gifts. Gift him tickets to a concert or event, book a time for an escape room, schedule a hot air balloon ride, pay for yoga classes for the two of you, etc., etc. Get him a gift of an experience you can share with him, either one he would enjoy or something completely new the two of you can experience and have fun with together because in the end, it's the experiences, not the possessions, that Fon believes make a life the happiest it can be.

Colonello

Colonello is actually really easy to buy gifts for. Even if you're not exactly sure what to get him, I can see Colonello as being the kind of guy who does have a wish list or some sort of mental list of things he'd like for gift-giving occasions. He'll happy either share the list or suggest something off of it that he knows the person can afford or make if he's asked what he wants for a gift.

In general though, Colonello is easy to buy for. Buy him a new gun, a new knife, replacement bandanas because he goes through them really fast actually (he loses them frequently), replace his boots every couple of years…all of those are instant winners for him.

I also see Colonello actually really enjoying survival training and the survivalist scene so getting him anything related to that is going to make him really happy too. He also gets really into the survival boot-camp events or the fake zombie apocalypse events so signing the two of you up to experience one of those together is going to ensure your gift is the favourite of those he receives.

Reborn

You know those people who are always like 'you don't need to get me a gift, I don't need one, you really shouldn't have'? Yeah, Reborn is not that kind of person. So far from that kind of person, actually. You should have and, in fact, you need to get him a gift if it is a gift-giving occasion. He will be so freaking offended if you don't and will consider it a sign of disrespect.

That's not to say that Reborn is greedy or materialistic. The dollar value of the gift isn't really going to matter much to Reborn unless he knows the person is made of money, rolling in the cash, and the gift given by them is some cheap, impersonal gift from the Dollar Store or something along those lines.

What matters to Reborn when it comes to gifts? That there was thought and intentions behind the gift. Don't just go into a store and pick up any old random thing or pick up the knitting needles and knit him a quick pair of mittens that you would have given just any old person. He really cares that the people giving him presents, whether they be handmade presents, the gift of entertainment (like putting on a play or show for him or getting him tickets to an event), or material gifts, take the time, don't rush the gift-giving process or leave it until the last minute, and give him gifts that reflect how they see Reborn or what they think he would like.

So, all in all, it really is the thought that counts for Reborn because it's knowing that he's respected enough by people to warrant their time, their imagination and creativity, and their full attention when it came to choosing the right gift, is what he evaluates the actual present by.