#and obviously you too honeybun!!!

[oreo-creampie]

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff comfort fic, reader is stress and crying for reasons you decide, established relationships, holding you close, being sweet on you, they are all so soft wanting to help you feel better or at least less alone while upset, confession, toji is a bit rough but trying his best

Oreo: in case anyone else is also crying and needs to be held. Yeah I'm sticking with Satoru is sugar bear cause he is cuddly like bear and he likes sugar, Toji is Teddy Bear because obviously he is. Matching nicknames for my favorite two

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re sniffling, looking down and holding yourself tightly when you shuffle out of the hallway. It doesn’t matter. Satoru six eyes could see your tearful eyes, quivering bottom lip and your nails digging into the soft fabric of his sweater.

You’re desperately trying to hold yourself together about to crack into another flood of tears at any second. “Hold me.” Your voice breaking.

Satoru’s chest is tightening, his heart dropping into his stomach. Holding his arms open for you, closing the space in two long strides. He wraps his arms around you when a harsh sob wrecks your fragile body.

He lifts you off your feet prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Cry and take deep breaths sweetheart I’m here for you.” Your tears are soaking through his white shirt.

You lift your head up, studying the tear stains and smear of mascara. “’m sorry ‘m messing up your shirt.”

He gently kisses the side of your head. “Mess it up, or I can take it off. You can lay your head on my bare chest and listen to my heart beating for you.” You sniffle and look up at him, your beautiful eyes are bloodshot.

“Please take it off sugarbear.” Satoru walks past his bed into the bathroom. He turns on the light then grabs a tissue holding it to your nose for you to blow, tossing it in the trash.

Satoru opens your makeup wipes to slip one out. “Anything for you honeybun.” You close your eyes. He’s careful when wiping your eyes and lashes clean, giving you two kisses. Cleaning your cheeks and forehead of foundation you get three more kisses.

He slides the wipe down your nose giving you one more soft, loving kiss. A smile tugs on your lips when he kisses the tip of your nose. “You’re smile is beautiful makes my day brighter, you’re the sunrise that makes my day.” He throws the wipe away and carries you out of the bathroom, flicking the light off behind him.

Your eyes widen, “I love you!” You bury your face in his neck and squeeze him tighter like he might vanish.

Satoru’s heart skips a beat. “Look at me sweetheart.” He smiles when you lift your head. “I’m deeply in love with you too.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Toji crouches next to the bed, pulling back the covers. Your tears are trickling sideways, soaking into the pillow. “Cuddle me, please Toji I need to be held.” He frowns and you look away, tugging the covers back over your head.

Toji finds crying irritating, taught to suck it up he grew up expecting that of others. But seeing you recoil from him dissolves any anger. You deserve to feel your emotions, to cry, and to have him hold you.

He will have to learn how to comfort you and become the man you deserve.

Toji stands up to slip his sweater off. He grabs the blanket slowly pulling it off of you. “Ya wearing my sweater 'cause it reminded ya of me right? This smells like me, I took a shower at a shitty motel before coming home, wanted to smell good fer ya.” You sit up and slip his sweater off, tossing it onto the floor.

He bunches up the sweater and you rise your arms up for Toji to slip his sweater into you. “We can cuddle, I'll be ya like one of ya Teddy bears.” You scoot over giving Toji room to slip into bed. He flips over your pillow, hiding the side soaked with tears.

There is a small smile tugging on your lips. "Teddybear is a good nickname for you." He rolls his eyes climbing into bed, you sit to the side letting him get comfortable. Toji's large body takes up most of the bed.

He's sitting up, pouting, mulling over your new nickname. A darkening blush spreads across his cheeks. You climb onto his lap, "You're big and strong like a bear, and you're going all soft on me. Cuddling you is like cuddling up to those oversized teddy bears you see around valentine's day." He sighs, glancing down at you to see that soft smile spreading.

"I'll let you get away with it 'cause ya cute." He leans down kissing your forehead, wrapping his arm around you.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

"Meh!" It's a short squeaky chirp of a meow behind your head. A rumbling purr follows as a soft warm fuzzy kitten walks onto your head. Gently pressing its soft beans into your face, their purr gets louder as they delightfully use your cheek to make biscuits.

Another cat comes clawing up the side of the bed. "Meeeehhh." A fluffy brown cat with bright blue eyes announces themself with a loud, chirpy scream "You were upset so I canceled with Toru wanted to surprise you. I saw these two on the side of the road n' couldn't leave them." He sits down on the bed next to you.

He grabs the proudly purring kitten off of your face for you to sit up. "They-they are sooo cuteee. Are we keeping them?" There is shining hope replacing the dull sadness tainting your beautiful eyes.

Suguru's heart aches to see your wet cheeks with tears and bloodshot eyes. "They are our babies now, no one is taking them from us. We can hide them for two weeks until we move into our new place together." He gently sets the small fluffy orange cat on your lap next to the chocolate one. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

The orange one tackles the other, lightly biting their ear. The chocolate kitten gets on its back and delivers bunny blows to the orange one's gut. Which pushes the smaller kitten off.

In surrender the fluffy orange kitten rolls over to show their soft white belly. Pushing their fluffy paws into the air. You sniffle and get on Suguru's lap, he spreads his legs for you to sit between.

"I still need to be held." Suguru carefully wipes your face dry with the baggy sleeves of his sweater.

"Won't let you go till you feel better. I'm sorry you're feeling this way darling. We can get through it together. I'm always here for you whenever you need me." He kisses the top and side of your head, trailing several more kisses down your cheek.

His kiss is tender, loving, and salty from your tears. "When you get hungry," kissing your cheek, "we can grab a bite to eat then become some criminals together by sneaking in stuff for our new babies"

oreo creampie m.list

Part two; Kento, Sukuna, Choso & Shoko

[beah388love]

Nicknames

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist TUA Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your nicknames for each other

Warnings: swearing,bad language,mentions of sexual themes!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

His nicknames for you:

He'd call you darling when he was being 'dominant' for example.. ("Stop looking at me like that darling")  ("looking at you like what?") you smirked  (you know what your doing...)   This would lead to a make out session 89% of the time. He knew how you didn't like being called darling but he knew how much it gave you butterflies and made you flustered.

He liked calling you sweetheart but he knew you didn't like it that much so he'd only say it randomly,

(Do you want a cup of coffee sweetheart?") he'd ask you every time even though he knew you didn't like coffee that much. He would just ask incase you changed your mind.

He always calls you doll because he knows how much you love it and how it gives you butterflies every time and he loves how your cheeks go a noticeable rosey colour every single time. he smirks to himself after too. "My precious doll.." he whispered into the crook of your neck as he placed random kisses on it, making you twitch, because he knew It was your weak spot.

He will subconsciously call you beautiful when you wear his clothes or you just look beautiful. Obviously your always beautiful to him, but sometimes when your in his clothes or you get dolled up. You quite literally take his breath away. And he can't help but just admire you and wonder how he got so lucky.

Your nicknames for him:

He likes it when you call him hun, but he's not to fond when you call him honeybun - that's when he draws a line.

"Honeybu-" "don't call me that y/n I'm not a child"

"God so grouchy.." you rolled your eyes and walked away back to what you was doing.

He hated and I mean hated being called fivey , but after being in the apocalypse together for so long and him having to deal with you saying it all the time he grew to like it but he hated when anyone else calls him it.

You usually call him baby and he doesn't pay much attention to it since he's so used to it, but he loves when you call him baby when your alone, if he's sick or in the morning/night when your cuddling "baby?" You ask "mh?" He hummed back "can I go to the toilet?" You asked and he whined "nooooo...." And held you tighter to him. You spent the next ten minutes persuading him to let you go cause you was going to pee yourself and eventually he let you go but he held you tight again with a hand wrapped around your waist once you got back in bed again.

He hates it when you call him grandpa or old man but again since you were in the apocalypse for so long together he'll call you grandma and it annoys you so much to. Last time he called you that you threw a shoe at him. "Stop being Such a grouchy old man" you said and he scoffed "your one to talk grandma" "you little-" you cut yourself off as you threw your shoe at him again "how did you even get it off that fast?!" Five yelled as he held his arm you threw your shoe at. "Practice makes perfect" you replied thinking back at the times you threw your shoes at Klaus for a game to see if he could dodge them (he couldn't).

[mrshigurumasshop]

The Government Name | H. Iwaizumi ~ the one where you pull out the full name card

─➭ pairing: boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime x fem reader

─➭ mentions of: reader is trying to be petty, fluff and maybe a little suggestive, iwa just can’t get enough of you

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You’ve been dating Iwaizumi Hajime for a couple of years now and since the day he asked you to be his girlfriend you haven’t called him by his full name.

It was your love language he picked up on after a couple months into dating. Not another day went by when you didn’t call him a nickname that magically popped in your head.

“Haji! Can you help me, please?”

“Honey, don’t forget your lunch!”

“I’ll see you later, my love…”

“You got a cute butt, honeybun”

The last one definitely makes him blush like a fifteen-year old and grumble a “Quit bein’ cheesy, doll.” So it’s obviously safe to say that you haven’t said both his first and last name for a while. And he hasn’t with done so with you either.

But you being a clever pretty thing you are - his words of course - used that to your advantage during a little bickering match you had going on. Hajime was supposed to pick you up after work so you guys could go on a much needed date. But lo-and-behold he didn’t show up till an hour and a half later because he decided to stay back with the Black Jackels Volleyball team for a longer practice.

When he did finally pick you up as soon as you stepped into the car you sat facing the window. Ah, a cute little sign of when you’re mad at him, he thinks. Hajime doesn’t complain though, he knows why you haven’t said a word to him let alone look at him since you got in the car. So he speaks up.

“I’m sorry, I’m late, babydoll,” he says as he reaches over the console to search for your hand to hold. Just as he’s about to intertwine his fingers with yours, you pull your hand away. He sighs quietly with his hand still out, “Come on, baby. Hold my hand.”

“No,” you say confidently as you stare out the window, “Your hand holding privileges have been revoked.”

Hajime chuckles at your answer. “That so?” he smirked as he took a quick glance at you, “What about hugs?”

“No hugs,” you say in an annoyed tone.

“No hugs?” he repeated as he clutched his chest dramatically, “Not even kisses?”

“Not even kisses, Hajime.”

He eases on the brake as he comes to a red light hearing that name come out of your mouth. Huh? Who is Hajime? Surely not him. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and sees you’re still not looking at him.

“Say that again, doll?” he says.

Then you finally look at him. Your eyes show that little fierce in you he admires. You’re standing your ground.

“I said. No kisses, Iwaizumi Hajime.”

His eyes slightly widen hearing the full government name. And to be honest, his pants might’ve tightened a bit too. “Iwaizumi Hajime, huh,” he smirks as the light turns green and begins to drive off, “That’s the full name, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart… That’s the nickname that makes you week in the knees but you’re still holding yourself strong. “You get called the full name when you’re being a jerk,” you pout.

Hajime sighs softly. He deserves it, he knows that. And as much as it might be turning him on hearing you full name him, it’s still stings his chest a bit.

“You’re breaking my heart over here,” he chuckles softly as he tries once again to hold your hand. You try to pull away again but he manages to swiftly intertwine his fingers with yours. And he feel a bit better after since you didn’t pull off much of a fight to get out of his hold.

He brings your hand up to his lips as he continues to drive home. He kisses your knuckles as he mumbles against your skin, “What can I do to get out of this punishment, sweetheart?”

You pout more because you don’t know. He knows you like the back of his hand so he knew why you were mad at him. And being the mature man he is, he admits his faults despite his stubborn personality.

You feel him play with your fingers as he finally pulls the car into the parking lot of your shared apartment. He uses his free hand to put the car in park so he doesn’t let go of you and it makes you smile.

“Iwaizumi,” you say as you look at him.

“Baby, quit calling me that. Come on,” he chuckles making s giggle slip out of your pretty mouth.

“Listen first,” you say in a firm but soft tone, “You’re such an asshole that I can’t stay mad at you forever but you still hurt my feelings.”

“And I couldn’t be anymore sorry, sweets,” he says with no hesitation as he brings your hand to cups his warm cheek, “You can punish me in different ways just not the government name.”

You giggle that brings warmth to Hajime’s chest again while you softly run your thumb on his cheek. “You do dishes for two weeks and you take Toru to the airport next saturday too,” you say as you lean towards his face.

“Not shittykawa,” he grumbles as he hides his growing smile on his face as your noses touch.

“I took him last time he visited,” you say against his lips, “Please…my love…”

Fucking finally, he thinks with a smile. “Alright,” he says, “Only if you give me a fat kiss, sweetheart.”

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[wormwoodartemisia]

Simon "Ghost" Riley might come to play a significant role in your life...

Something short, about 700 words.

(Might become part of something longer. Not sure, yet...)

Civilian afab reader is tall. No further descriptions.

Warnings: no smut, (light?) stalking (not from Ghost!)

Then suddenly you see him.

Despite the fact that there are many other tall people around, his height makes him stand out of the crowd, as does his half-hidden face behind the black surgical mask. He's not too far away from you so you're pretty sure you could manage to make it over to him before... - well, you wonder whether he'll be willing to play along...

It's not that the two of you really know each other; you've barely exchanged more than some pleasantries except for that one occasion - that one occasion which should count, shouldn't it? After all, you saved him then. Well, saved him some time, at least... (Ok - and later it was him who helped you out but...)

You can’t stop yourself from glancing back over your shoulder nervously. Fuck. That creep is still following you, grinning, and you are too tall yourself to simply go invisible in the mass of people surrounding you. Damn... So, hoping the best, you decide to swap one stranger for another.

What finally feels like some kind of plan invigorates your energy to push forward towards your aim, that blond, tall man all in black, massive and imposing - and hopefully in the right mood to help you out once more today.

He doesn’t look your way but seems to be watching something or someone to his far left. Your focus is fixed on the right side of his face - and obviously your gaze is intense. You're still some steps away when his head snaps to directly take you in with razor-sharp eye contact.

He seems to recognise you immediately and doesn't flinch when you hook your hand under his arm, sweetly chanting "Hey, honeybun!", (It's just one tad too loud) before drawing back. Luckily, he doesn't even raise an eyebrow.

You don't touch him anymore but keep standing close, clearly too close in his personal space but you can’t help it now.

It has only taken him a split second to interpret your clingy behaviour and the pleading look in your eyes. He then mimics your too shrill exclamation. "Hey, cutie pie."

You are more than relieved because his totally exaggerated pet name for you is the signal that he understands - though, with his deep voice, it could definitely pass as genuine...

And then he puts his arm around your waist, draws you in for a real hug - with his strong arms engulfing you in a feeling of safety you've never experienced before. He makes your head rest close to his throat, so close to his uncovered skin, using the motion to turn himself more to where you've come from.

Pressed to his chest, you allow yourself to close your eyes for once and focus on his solid presence surrounding you.

Tucked away like this, you can’t see him immediately finding your persistent pursuer. The hard, dark look of his eyes is the wall that makes the other guy stop dead in his tracks. Nothing more is needed to have that bloody blighter turn round and vanish in the masses for good. Then you feel how his arms loose every pressure and so you let go of him as well.

All of a sudden you feel very shy about your approaching him, forcing such close proximity upon this man, despite the fact that he’s kept up the charade for you without complaint - so far. You can hardly manage to maintain eye contact with him, the way his amber-gaze pierces through you.

So you use the chance to look around and check your surroundings. Just as you hoped, your stalker is gone. A small, shaky sigh of relief escapes your lips. Although the situation is clear, you feel obliged to offer some short explanation.

"Thank you. There was this creepy guy, you know? He wouldn't listen and stop following me all the way...", you swallow. "Sorry for using you as a shield..."

He studies your face and must be annoyed because he remarks: "Better not do that again, doll. Next time", and then he slowly leans in closer to you, his masked lips almost touching your ear, "rather use me as a weapon."

[howthebestwaslost-blog]

Thinking about the first chapter of the Rogue novel and the job Rogue was on, [SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY] did we ever talk about how Hexham Droogle was… definitely not a fugitive criminal? I’m not saying he wasn’t a criminal, because getting that rich by selling literal poison can’t be done without bending a whole volume of laws beyond breaking point, but… the bounty wasn’t on that? It was just set by someone who wanted the secret formula to make some poison of their own? That’s not exactly the profile of a bounty hunter in the professional sense, is it? So Rogue may have told himself he’s going after unscrupulous billionaires and murderous shapeshifters like some space Robin Hood, but basically he just kidnapped and/or killed people for the highest bidder, like, you know, a common criminal (or rather, since he has a boss overseeing this whole operation, babygirl is literally working for organised crime)…

And then there’s the Doctor, bless him, who’s just way too distracted by the sexy to assume that Rogue might be a tiny little morally more compromised than a cool monster catcher-

This is my new boyfriend Rogue, he’s got an important job capturing and incinerating very dangerous criminals without due process (almost went a bit wrong lol) but he mentioned doing paperwork, so it’s probably fine, did I tell you how cute he looked with the trigger in his hand? I said is it me or is it about to get- anyway, he’s such a hottie 🥵 haha gonna kiss him now

I mean, I would absolutely d*e for our infatuated little honeybun, but he’s actually really messed up?

[whataboutsimple]

How, when or why did you start liking Gabriel?

Tough question..

I'm going to try and explain: there's this thing I call "syndrome of underloved character" (for me personally)

The main thing is that my stoopid brain somehow always chooses characters, that have less content. It's only like 2-3 fandoms, where I actually love popular character. Other than that? Always unpopular.

For example: from UT fandom I always loved Papyrus, though the fandom itself is ready to die for Sans. Than I discovered AUs and I never liked popular Sanses like Ink, Dream, Nightmare, but I caught Underfell Papyrus with sight of my eye. Lemme tell you the secret: fandom usually portraytes him as dumb, violent, heartless monster and abuser towards his brother.

No, he is NOT like that. As soon as I caught him, he became my favorite.

Then, MCSM: my actually first loved character was Soren. I thought fandom kinda hates him for all his lies and stuff, but turns out I just was looking in wrong places. As soon as I figured out that nah, bro is not that unpopular, I started looking for someone else. There were a lot of content about Magnugaard, so obviously it's not them, also lots of content about Ivor, so not him either. Who's left? Gabriel, obviously!

But before actually claiming him as my favorite, I studied his character and the storyline closely, deciding that yeah, that's the sweet honeybun I'm going to love.

Why Order of the Stone though? They were the only not side characters, that were underloved in my opinion. The main gang, admins, ocelots.. have enough love already.

Okay, I'm rambling too much here. Hope that answered your question!

[bambisworlds]

cookies and clay

wade fails to guess what creature bambi had made out of clay, seeing as it was more of a blob than an actual animal, and offers to make sugar cookies in an attempt to cheer her up. but, bambi gets too excited and accidentally burns her hand (1,049 word count)

content warnings

f!reader, bambi!oc, little!reader, oc age regresses to 5 years old, caregiver!wade, poor wade's doing his best, ddlg dynamics, fluff fluff fluff, use of "daddy", let me know if i forgot anything x

Wade had just arrived home from a grueling mercenary job. He had been shot multiple times today, and his body ached, but the wounds were already healing. He sighed heavily as he set down his duffle bag of gear by the door. His red and black suit was sticky with blood, some his and some from his targets. He kicks off his boots, the sound echoing in their small apartment, and removes his mask. His ears perked up at the familiar sound of Bambi coming barrelling out of their shared bedroom.

"Daddy!" she says excitedly as she hurries over to Wade, holding something in her hands.

Wade looks down at her with a tired but loving smile, "Hey, honeybun. What've you got there?" he asks, leaning down to inspect the creature Bambi had molded out of clay. 

"Made it for you," she says, holding it closer to his face, so close his eyes crossed. Wade chuckled and pushed the creation back slightly.

"That looks great, baby. Is it a…." Wade tries to guess, turning the little creature she had made in his hands. "Is it um…." he trails off, not being able to guess for the life of him what it is.

"It's a bunny!" Bambi snaps with a pout, yanking the clay blob away from him.

"Obviously! I knew that sweetheart; I was just testing you," he smiles, lying through his teeth. Bambi glares at him as she stomps back towards their bedroom, "C'mon now, sugarplum, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Wade says as he follows after her, "It's just… your creation is so good; it could be so many different things!" he insists, scrambling to say something so she wouldn't give him the silent treatment. However, the silent treatment lasted up to 10 minutes with her. She'd always come out of whatever room she had hidden in, dragging her feet and crawling onto Wade's lap with a cute pout still on her face.

"Whatever…" she mumbles as she sets the creation on the nightstand beside their bed. Wade walks over to the closet, fighting the urge to smile as he pulls out comfy clothes. She was adorable when she was mad.

"How about once I get dressed, we make those cute pumpkin sugar cookies you wanted to try?" Wade proposes, and Bambi immediately snaps out of her slump, already hurrying towards the kitchen to get them out of the fridge. Wade chuckles as he pulls on a clean t-shirt and follows after her.

Wade watched over Bambi's shoulder as she placed the cookies on the tray. She always wanted to do things herself, but he wanted to ensure she wasn't doing anything incorrectly, resulting in accidentally ruining the cookies. The last time they made cookies, he let her take over, and she burned them tremendously, resulting in a meltdown from Bambi because they were the last cookies in the box.

Wade sighed contently as Bambi crawled in his lap while they waited for the cookies to bake, her legs draping over his thighs. He leans back against the couch and wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer against him. His hands roam over her back, rubbing and caressing her skin soothingly. Bambi happily nuzzles her face into his neck, melting into his embrace from his familiar and comforting smell. Wade was having a similar experience, enjoying the scent of her shampoo.

"You smell so good, sweetheart; I could just eat you up," he smiles, nuzzling the side of her face, eliciting some giggles from Bambi. Bambi grabs his hands off her lower back and guides them to her stomach; she has always enjoyed belly rubs. Wade chuckles under his breath and squeezes and massages her soft belly. "That feel nice?" he asks, and Bambi nods against his neck.

The oven begins to beep, signaling that the cookies are done baking. "I'll get it!" Bambi says excitedly, getting off Wade's lap in a flash as she practically runs into the kitchen. Wade chuckles from her eagerness and follows her, his pace far less hurried.

Bambi was so excited about tasting the cookies that she forgot to grab the oven mitts and grabbed the cookie sheet in her hand, crying out in pain. 

"Baby!" Wade calls out as he runs into the kitchen, his heart pounding, "What happened? Let me see." Wade demands gently but firmly as he takes her hand. Bambi sniffles and lets out a choked sob as he examines the burns on her hand, "Angel, we talked about this," Wade says as he leads Bambi over to the sink to run cool water over the burn, "Only Daddy's allowed to play with the oven. You were supposed to wait for me."

"I know…just got excited," she sniffles, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks as Wade holds her hand under the water. 

"I know, you just need to be careful. I don't ever want to find burns on these cute little hands," Wade smiles, trying to lighten the mood. After a handful of minutes of keeping the burn under cool water, Wade wraps it in a cool compress. "That should help a bit," he says, lightly patting her palm.

Bambi's nose was red, and she still had tears in her eyes as she looked down at the compress around her hand. Trying to cheer her up, Wade quickly got the cookies out of the oven and popped one in his mouth while he put them on a plate. "C'mere, little one," Wade says as he lifts Bambi with one arm while holding the plate of cookies in the other. He carries her back to the couch and sets her on it without dropping the cookies. 

The rest of the night consisted of Bambi nibbling on cookies while Wade dramatically reenacted the fights from his mercenary gig, managing to produce fits of giggles from her while using a banana as a prop for a gun. While Bambi watched with rapt interest, he danced around the living room with the banana, acting out his adventures from today but in a less gory fashion. 

"And that little one," Wade pants, pointing the banana at Bambi as he finishes his reenactment, "Is why you don't mess with Daddy," he says, blowing on the tip of the banana.

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[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

[buddhascandy]

Feel free to ignore this because I will get nsfw here. But I have to tell this as I am currently ovulating

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Buddha would be like "just don't overwork your little head of yours too much, honeybun, just enjoy the feeling" as he demolishes your insides while spooning you

Eat well, Anon. Also did not beta read, I'm sorry. Straight thoughts to page kinda fic. If y'all want me to finish this scene let me know?

Obviously NSFW warning below. My account is 18+.

You're desperate.

Desperate for him, for his touch, his love, his cock. It's painfully obvious you desire him, lust taking over your rational thoughts as the day drags on.

He is more than aware, a cocky grin slung across his face. Chuckling to himself every time your eyes rack over him like he is a piece of meat. He doesn't mind the objectification when it comes from you. Only from you. You are being a bit shy so he decided to initiate things with you.

Lazily he maneuvers himself into the kitchen. Your back is to him, prepping food for dinner. His arms snaking around your waist pulling your back against his broad chest. Resting his head on your shoulder, looking at the vegetables you were chopping. His hand covers yours guiding you to place the knife down.

“Honey bunny, wanna take a nap?” He asks, his breath hot against your neck.

He can feel your knees want to buckle, your body instinctively leaning forward on the counter. Unintentionally pushing your ass into his crotch as you try to stay up right.

“N-nap?” You echo his words, looking over your shoulder to hold his gaze for a long moment.

“Mhmmm” he purrs, gently kissing the side of your neck. He relishes in how your body trembles against his.

Without any more words he takes your hand and guides you to your shared bedroom. He kicks off his house shoes and climbs into the covers of the bed. He patted the spot next to him, welcoming you into his arms.

Without delay, you practically leap into his arms. Nuzzling into his warm embrace, your lover spooning you from behind.

"You're all tense. Ya need to relax." He whispers as he nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "Ya've been so stressed lately, honeybun"

Your body tenses again, hot huffs leaving your lips as you fight your wandering mind. At this rate you'll never be able to fall asleep.

“Yeah, well I have a lot on my mind, babe” you admit, carefully ignoring that Buddha is in fact what has been weighing on your mind.

“Hmmm.” He hums with a satisfied smirk.

He peppers your sensitive neck with his kisses. His rough and calloused fingers guiding down your body, gripping the curve of your hips. Gently massaging your flesh before abruptly pulling your body closer to his. Molding you against him.

"What could possibly be on your mind that's stressing you, baby?" He says with a chuckle, hips slowly grinding against your ass.

You swear you can feel his length starting to harden. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, head rolling against Buddha’s arm under your neck. It all feels too good.

“Just… hormones and stuff” you say with a mumble, your pride trying to silence your desires. Make light of your desperation to have him.

“Hormones, huh?” He smirks, continuing to gently rub his thumbs along the curve of your hips. His digit dipping under the waistband of your pants slowly pulling them down, exposing your ass to him.

The demigod can't help but hum in appreciation. His eyes half lidded into a lustful expression of his own.

“Y-yeah… just hormones” you repeat, kicking off your pants and panties. Quick to get rid of anything that could get in his way.

He scoffs under his breath, his hand on your hip slides in front of you. Fingers parting your thighs then gliding up your slit. His digits immediately coated in your slick wetness.

“Hormones” he repeats with a chuckle.

“Y-yeah.” You mumble as you hide your face into his arms and pillow underneath.

"I could think of something that might help ease those hormones… it's more fun than a nap."

A desperately moan from you fills the room. Your body trembles at the sensations he is overwhelming you with.

His fingers lazily continue to slide up and down your slit, refusing to give you any kind of release.

His other arm repositions a bit, so his hand can dip lower and shamelessly fondle one of your breasts.

"Y'know, there's a few things I could do.” he purrs against your ear, his tongue darting out to lick your lobe before nipping it.

Suddenly before you can attempt to answer him, he lifts your thigh over his leg. Your back arching, you can feel his hardened length align with your drenched core.

His crying tip runs up and down your slit, coating in your juices before he starts to apply delicious pressure to your aching heat. Erotic moans spilling from your lips as he sinks in, inch by inch. His hips rocked gently, burying himself slowly within you, stretching you around him.

“B-babe” you moan, closing your eyes and savoring the full feeling he is giving you.

“Yes?” He whispers back to you in a sultry tone. He patiently waits for you to adjust to him, his hands gently caressing you. “Still got a lot on your mind?”

You don't, it's impossible to think when he is touching you like this. A hand on your breast, tweaking your nipple while his other massages the fat of your thigh, keeping you spread for him.

“Yeah… no! Well” you stammer over your words, struggling to follow along with the questions.

Your breathing is rapid and uneven, he is pushing you to the edge rapidly.

"Just don't overwork your little head of yours too much, honeybun, just enjoy the feeling" He says with a smirk, nipping your ear. His pace quickly turning brutal.

[ratsoh-writes]

dammit

alright

SO buys some very fancy, very pretty lingerie and demands their skeleton look at how nice it is like, look at this babe, it's silk! don't I look great

-katana

Ehehehhe under the cut cause lingerie obviously

Star: he purrs running his hands along the pretty silk piece on SO. “YOU LOOK SO BRIGHT BABE!! MWEHEHE, MAYBE I SHOULD TAKE THIS SET OFF NICELY~ ITLL BE SAD TO RUIN IT~” oh yea, it’s pretty sure, but it won’t stay on for long.

Honey: he blushes a little but doesn’t seem too flustered as he feels the fabric of your bottoms in his hand. “Wow that’s soft, yea it’s really nice sweetie” you might need to press a little more to get him to make a move. Your sweet honeybuns is so passive sometimes

Lush: “mmm yes~ it’s very fine~ what was the brand dear?” Don’t tell him. He’ll buy you one of everything from the store otherwise. Later that night, as you lay at lush’s side exhausted but sated, you realize with annoyance that he shredded the lingerie while you two were “exercising”. Dammit, now you will have to tell him

Pepper: he hums critically as he eyes you up and down. Pepper takes lingerie seriously, and only wants the most complimentary pieces for you. “GOOD QUALITY AND FRAME, THE STITCHING IS A LITTLE LOOSE THOUGH… AND YOU WOULD LOOK BEST IN A SLIGHTLY WARMER SHADE~ DONT WORRY I CAN TAKE THIS OFF YOUR HANDS DARLING~” of course you don’t mind his judging of the undies when he makes it so fun~

Stitches: “no freaking way!! Where did you find green lantern lingerie???” Stitches is absolutely geeking out over the Lacey green and black ensemble you have on. And with the lantern symbol on the butt, there’s no questioning what the theme is. As he excitedly pulls you onto his lap to start kissing, you can’t help but anticipate his reaction when he sees the Wonder Woman ones lol

Tinker: his eyes scrunch up as he smiles, and you see little hearts appear in his eyelights. “You look beautiful sweetheart..” tinker gingerly cups you in his arms to look you over some more. The cute soft pink set with the granny square knit pattern was a good choice clearly as he begins to eagerly untie it~

[glambots]

Hello, could I request Glamrock Freddy, Monty, Bonnie and Foxy receiving a Christmas present from their crush? Please and thank you

🎩Glamrock Freddy + "Merry Fazmas!:"🎩

Oh! Thank you, Superstar...you really didn't have to get him anything--but he greatly appreciates that you did. Ah! He has a gift for you as well! It's a Limited Edition™ Fazmas-Themed Freddy Fazbear Plush, complete with a tiny "gift box" you can stick to the magnets in his paws, and a removable "Holiday" (Santa) hat! It's honestly very cute...and very rare, so it doubles as a nice collector's item. (He's so proud of himself, it's adorable.)

🐊Montgomery Gator + "Merry Fazmas!:"🐊

Whoa, for real? Rock on! He tears that bad boy open so fast you can barely see it. It really doesn't matter what you give him, he's gonna love it regardless. (But especially if it features himself, in some way. Or is rock-and-roll themed.) Oh, crap--hold on, he's got somethin' for you, too! ...Boom! Check-it! Monthly Fast Passes to Gator Golf AND discount coupons for his merch shop! Let's see the Fazman do better than that!!! God, he's so cool and thoughtful. And cool. (What an absolute and utter dork.)

☠️Glamrock Foxy + "Merry Fazmas!:"☠️

Arr...e ya sure that be for him? Well, then! He'll accept it graciously! It's really easy to buy gifts for Foxy, because he's always looking for new little trinkets to use to decorate his ship and set. Anything pirate or nautical-themed, he adores (obviously). Ah, but don't think he forgot about you--he fears his gift might not be much, but it be the heart that counts, right? It's a little charm bracelet, with lots of sea and pirate-themed charms--so you can match! (It's. So cute. You're gonna wear that bad boy every day.)

🎳Glamrock Bonnie + "Merry Fazmas!:"🎳

Oh, honeybun, you didn't have to get him anything! But he's really happy that you did, because it means you thought of him, and--and he thought of you, too! He knows it's not much, but he really likes getting to play Bonnie Bowl with you, so--he got you your own bowling ball! It's customized and everything! And it's the only one like it, so it's 100% yours and only yours! ...Okay, he knows it's kind of lame, but he's never been great with this whole "gift exchange" thing. He's real sorry if it disappointed you... (It Does Not.)

[herbalsingularitea]

Holly Jolly (Chapter 6)

Summary - “Betty! Thank Christmas you’re here, Sugar Pie!” Noel’s whispered reply was just as frantic. “I don’t know what color red and green make together, but I don’t think it’s a good one!”

Her mouth hung open as she dazedly walked closer. “Noel, how did this happen?” 

Pairing - Bernard/OC

Word Count - 5127

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Chapter 6 - One Horse Open Sleigh

(January 24, morning)

“But, Snickerdoodle—“

“Don’t ‘Snickerdoodle’ me, Noel! This is unacceptable!”

Betty pulled Noel by his collar away from the smoking kitchens and into a nearby broom closet. He opened his mouth to reply but a cookie was swiftly shoved into it. “Mmfh!” 

The tray of cookies in Betty’s hand was a hot mess of half burnt shapes all covered in red icing and glitter—not the edible kind. Noel chewed the cookie in his mouth and swallowed, looking chastised at his partner. “I’m sorry, Betty. I just want my first meeting with the new Santa to be perfect!” 

“You’re terrible at making cookies, though! You almost always eat the dough before we can bake any.”

“That’s why I was trying so hard here! And see, these ones made it to the oven this time.”

“I think they may have spent a little too long in the oven, Gummy Bear. They’re a bit… crunchy.”

“But they have extra love in them! And that makes them extra delicious.” His eyes crinkled as he took the tray from her. “He’ll love them! See, they’re all him!” They were at least recognizably Santa Claus shaped, she supposed. 

“You used up the Spirit Department’s entire stock of red icing, Noel. The entire stock of red icing !” She would not be swayed by puppy eyes and a cute smile, no way. Not at all. 

“But Honeybuns, Santa wears red! What other color was I supposed to use?”

Betty sighed. “Nevermind, Jellybean. Look, I’m going to take care of this, okay? You just go back to the ice cream shop—you know you weren’t supposed to enter the Workshop unsupervised.”

“But this was the only place that had enough red icing!” 

Production was really starting to ramp up. There were very few children who would send their Christmas lists this early in the year, so most of the Workshop was busy creating prep materials for the projected toys of the season. 

There were the staples of course. Dolls, trucks, blocks, puzzles, stuffed animals: these were always on a good amount of kids’ lists every year. Assembly teams were busy churning out half made toys from these basic categories to pack up and put into storage. Later in the year, they’d be taken out and finished with more detail tailored to individual kids’ tastes. The more they worked on them now, the less they had to scramble when the official Christmas lists started coming in. 

Curtis was still struggling to keep up with Bernard’s growing list of chores, and he could tell the Head Elf was becoming more and more frustrated with him. Judy had started stepping in and helping Curtis here and there when he felt especially overwhelmed, but although this meant things were getting done in a timely manner, Bernard very obviously looked down on Curtis asking for outside help. 

The younger elf heard them arguing over him at one point when he came to drop off reports, his pointed ear perking at the sound of his name. 

“—lay off a bit! Curtis is still young, Bernard!”

“If he can’t handle the workload then that tells me everything I need to know about him being Head Elf someday!”

“And just how much had you accomplished as Head Elf at 900, huh? Oh, that’s right! You didn’t become Head Elf until you were 1000, did you? Very interesting.”

He decided to just come back later. 

Bernard had apologized to him the next day about how hard he’d been on the younger elf and promised to pull back some and give Judy some of Curtis’ responsibilities. Curtis was still frantically trying to keep up most days, but things didn’t seem so impossible anymore. 

He didn’t feel better about it, though. He felt like he was letting Bernard down. Like he wasn’t good enough. He’d never voice these feelings aloud to his boss, however. He wasn’t a baby and he didn’t need them accommodating him more than they already were. Curtis would just put on a brave face and keep trying his best. 

He envied Quintin, though. Talk about confidence. Quintin had been training with Peewee for a few weeks now and things had never run smoother in R&D. The Elf on the Shelf production’s first batch was complete and ready to be sent out into the world. The sample pool they’d tested on had loved the idea and word of mouth was spreading. The toy elves would be sent out en masse and if demand was still high, they’d make more at the second half of the year. And so far it looked like demand would indeed be high. 

Quintin was handling things like he’d been working that position for hundreds of years. It was infuriating. The only solace Curtis took was that the machine meant to gather the data from the toy elves and print out a preliminary naughty/nice list wasn’t coming out exactly as planned. There was a problem internally somewhere and only half the data was coming through. Quintin had no idea how to fix it. He’d gone to Bernard, but the Head Elf was better at small machinery and wind up mechanics. They were stumped at the moment. 

A small smile of satisfaction painted his lips as he imagined Quintin frustratedly scratching his head, trying to figure out where the problem was. Curtis had seen him just the other day, petticoat removed for once, stuck up under the gears of his mech monstrosity and covered in oil. His long braid had been coming apart a bit as he worked, the normally perfectly coiffed bangs at the front of his head looking frazzled and sweaty. He had stopped a moment to wipe a weary hand across his forehead, leaving a black smudge in its wake. Curtis hadn’t stuck around, suddenly feeling light headed and needing some fresh air. 

If Quintin failed at his job, then it would undoubtedly make everyone else’s jobs much, much harder in the coming year. Still, a small part of Curtis would probably celebrate if that did end up happening. Hey, he was an elf, not a saint. 

“Noel!” A frantic whisper sounded from the doorway to Santa’s chambers. Betty watched incredulously as her lover tried desperately to scrub a spot of green out of a red coat. Santa’s red coat! 

“Betty! Thank Christmas you’re here, Sugar Pie!” Noel’s whispered reply was just as frantic. “I don’t know what color red and green make together, but I don’t think it’s a good one!” 

Her mouth hung open as she dazedly walked closer. “Noel, how did this happen?” 

“Well, I was thinking about what you said about the red icing, and then I realized—there’s no reason Santa couldn’t wear some other color too! I mean, the red is classic, but he’d look great in anything really. He could wear blue, yellow, purple, orange, black—“

“Noel, how did this happen ?” She repeated, eyebrows high and tented on her forehead. 

“I made a green Santa cookie! And it was perfect. It was cooked just right and the icing job was my best work yet. I started getting sad though, cause there’s no way I was ever gonna make a cookie that perfect again! I wanted to give it to the new Santa, but I have no way of getting to him. But then I thought of the next best thing! I could come here and look at the coat hanging up on the mannequin and pretend I was giving the cookie to Santa and it would be almost as good as the real thing! But I tripped and, well—“ he gestured at the stain. “I'm so sorry, Betty.” 

She took a slow calming breath through her nose and Noel mirrored her. Together they both let out the breath through their mouths. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” she said, “I’m going straight to Crouton and I’m going to beg forgiveness for this and offer to have the cleaning fee come out of my next paycheck—“

“But, Sugarplum—“

“—and you’re going back to the ice cream shop and you’re staying there!”

“No! This was my mistake, Apple Pie! I should be the one who gets the heat for it.“

“Listen to me, Noel, you aren’t even supposed to be in the Workshop! I don’t want you to get in trouble!” She gripped his round face in her hands and brushed her thumbs over sparkling skin. “Just let me handle this, okay, Honeybuns?”

His voice was partially muffled as he spoke around his squished cheeks. “Okay, Sweet Pea.” 

Something was going on with Betty. The serious little elf woman had just told the North Pole Preservation Society that she’d stained Santa’s coat somehow. He and Judy were bracing for the storm that Crouton was sure to unleash in response. And earlier that morning, Betty had smoked out one of the empty kitchens making cookies and used up their entire supply of red icing. Judy was scrambling to figure out how to decorate sweets for the upcoming Valentine’s Day celebration without using red or pink. Bernard was bewildered at this uncharacteristic series of blunders by his protégée. Betty was Head of Administration and while her department was located within the Workshop, her duties rarely crossed with Core Production or the Spirit Department. Admin usually kept to themselves, holed up in the office blocks. There was no reason for Betty to be anywhere near the kitchens or Santa’s living chambers. So what exactly was going on with her? 

Betty projected a calm professional facade to most of the world, but Bernard had known her all her life. He was usually the first to recognize when she wasn’t doing well. Admittedly, though, they had grown apart when she’d met Noel. 

Bernard liked Noel well enough. He was a good, honest elf. He worked in an ice cream shop in the Downtown Nord district, just a few blocks from the Workshop. He practically worshiped Betty. But he was a bit naive and could be overexcitable, which got him in trouble at times. Now that Bernard thought more about it, this whole thing with burnt cookies and stained coats had Noel written all over it. 

Betty was a model worker, but her one Achilles’ heel was always Noel. She was loyal to a fault and would do just about anything for her beau. 

She hadn’t really known her parents. Her mother, the Head of the Spirit Department before Judy, had died quite tragically in a caramel accident just a week after Betty had been born. Her father Raj—

Well. Raj had thrown himself into his work not long after that. By the time Betty was a year old, she’d been orphaned. 

Bernard wished he had been able to put aside his own grief and help the little elfling, maybe raise her himself. But he hadn’t. Years passed in a haze of new duties as he took on the title of Head Elf. He checked on Betty occasionally as she grew up, but usually from a distance. The kindly elf couple who had lived next door to Raj and his family made sure the elfling was fed and clothed, but for the most part, Betty had raised herself. He hadn’t seen her in 50 years when Betty, newly graduated from elf academy, had shown up at his office claiming her house belonged to him. 

Raj had apparently left the house to Bernard of all people. He hadn’t updated his will when Betty was born, which wasn’t surprising considering his state of mind at the time. What was surprising was how insistent Betty was that Bernard take the house. She was a bit of a stickler for the rules, it seemed. 

She was also incredibly lost. He could see it in her eyes, hard and searching for meaning in the lines of text she devoured constantly. She was like a perfect blend of her mother and father, determined and strong and good. 

He offered her a job on the spot. 

Only problem was that she was actually terrible at making toys. No matter what line, team, or department they tried, she just didn’t take to any of it. Toys fell apart in her hands wherever she went. He stuck her in Administration while he looked for something more suited for her, and she had risen the ranks and become a manager of her own office block within a month. 

He took her under his wing and she had thrived. They became very close. And then she met Noel. 

Betty had always been so self sufficient and independent. So it was jarring to see her suddenly so gooey over some guy. Betty and Noel stuck to each other like nougat on peanuts and the rest was history. 

It was extremely unlikely that she was all of a sudden making such outlandish mistakes and inconveniencing people from completely different departments. Bernard was sure. Noel had something to do with this. Now he just needed to get Betty to admit it. 

“Bernard! Noel’s done something terrible!”

Well, that was easier than he thought it’d be. 

“Elfcon to Noel, please respond. Over.”

“AHHHHHHHH!”

“Noel, we need you to stay calm. Over.”

“HHRK, WOAHH-UHH! AHHHH!”

“Stop screaming! Over!”

“EEEEEEEEEEE—“

Tamika flicked the radio off with an aggravated growl. “We aren’t getting anywhere with this! Where’s Bernard?”

Curtis flinched as she directed her irate question towards him. “Ah! Um, Betty’s gone to get him now! I’m sure they’ll be here soon.” 

This was a complete disaster. One unfortunate domino tipping into another and another until they eventually lead to this—an untrained elf who knew next to nothing about Workshop protocol several hundred feet in the air with a runaway sleigh. The way Betty had explained it, Noel had been on a misguided mission all day to plan the perfect first impression with the new Santa Claus. She’d confessed that it was actually the Village worker who had destroyed the kitchens and ruined Santa’s coat earlier that day. He had also apparently snuck into the Launching Room to place a note he’d written to Santa in the sleigh. Betty couldn’t say for sure, but her theory was that Noel wanted to send it, but due to Bernard’s orders that no one contact the new Santa until he’d had the chance to get his human affairs settled, he couldn’t. So Noel did what he believed was the next best thing and tried to leave the note in the sleigh for Santa to find once he returned. 

This was insanely bad timing, however, since the Stable crew was doing harness fit tests on the reindeer at the time. Only 4 of the reindeer had been strapped in at the time, but when the elves had stepped out to grab the other 4 to switch them out, Noel hadn’t been able to resist a bit of pretend fun, calling out “Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, now Vixen!”

The actual deer who had been strapped in were Comet, Dasher, Donner, and Prancer, but the command was ingrained in their minds and had startled them into a run down the launch pad. Betty had arrived, after yet another call from Noel’s best friend and coworker Zippy informing her of her partner’s absence, to find the sleigh just taking off and Noel’s screams of fright echoing into the open air. 

They were currently flying erratically above Santa’s Village, the almost weightless sleigh causing confusion in the half assembled team of reindeer. They needed Noel to direct the team back down to a landing and fast. They may be able to hide the Village from human eyes with the magic barrier, but a sleigh flying hundreds of feet in the air out of the barrier’s range was hard to miss. 

“Status report!” Bernard barked as soon as he entered the radio room, Betty at his heels. 

“We can’t get him to calm down enough to listen to us! He’s just up there screaming his ears off!” Tamika immediately replied. 

“I’ll try.” Betty stepped up to the radio transmitter and flicked it on. 

“AHHHH AHH EEEE—“

“Noel! Noel, it’s me, Betty! You have to stop screaming, Honeybuns!”

“—EEEEEEEE YAAAAAAA!”

It was no use, he didn’t even seem to pause for breaths. He couldn’t hear them over his own screams. 

Bernard’s face was starting to turn purple. “This is a serious crisis level emergency here, there’s a human out there who could see him!” 

Tamika crossed her arms and turned to the Head Elf. “I’ll have ELFS on standby for a dusting job.” 

Bernard looked conflicted, but nodded. “It’ll be a pain in our nutcrackers to clean up with the other humans, but we can stage an accident to explain the memory loss.” 

The Head of Elfcon rubbed her head at his words, groaning low in her throat. “I can already feel a headache coming on.”

Curtis winced at the thought of even more work being piled onto their already bloated schedules. “Maybe we can avoid all that! Sir, you’ve been working with the human, right? Maybe you can go and distract her, y’know, make sure she doesn’t see anything she shouldn’t?”

Tamika’s head shot up, a wide smile splitting her face. “Yes! That! Do that, Bernard!” She started to push the tall elf out the door, his sputtering replies falling on deaf ears. “Go, go, go! There’s no time to waste. We’ll figure out something here and keep you updated!” 

“But what if she’s already—“

“Then call in the ELFS team! Look, both you and I don’t need this right now. Let’s get ahead of it and try to save us both the extra paperwork.”

He grimaced and stopped resisting her prodding. “Ah, yep, alright. I’m off.” He started sprinting down the hall, but called over his shoulder, “Keep me posted!” 

Tamika stepped back into the radio room and looked at Curtis and Betty, their unsure faces staring back. 

“Okay, you two, let's start brainstorming here. What do we got?” 

Holly hadn’t seen Bernard for a few days now. He came to check in with her at least once a week since his fainting spell at the start of the year. He’d kept his word about taking better care of himself, and although he still seemed tired every time she saw him, there were no further health scares. However, he hadn’t actually taken her up on her offer to stop by ‘for a break’. It was always strictly business. He helped her set up the remaining cameras, tracked two more missing polar bears with her, and even helped haul more firewood back to her camp from a supply outpost. Turns out he did in fact own a snowmobile of his own. She was slightly weirded out at the thought that he just rode reindeer everywhere he went like some mythical figure, but that wasn’t the case. He was actually a very down to earth guy, despite his appearance. 

She really appreciated his company out here in the lonely arctic, even if he did tend to be a bit blunt and sarcastic. She enjoyed his wit, savoring the light hearted banter that arose while they worked. 

Holly was currently going over the notes Bernard had left on the polar bears they tracked down, George and Matteo. She’d long given up on calling them by the designations her own company used. Bernard insisted on speaking about them as if they were people, and Holly was absolutely charmed by this quirk. His obvious respect and care for the polar bears made her already fond feelings for the enigmatic Russian researcher grow that much more. 

The distant hum of a snowmobile engine made her look up on the horizon and spot the very subject of her current thoughts speeding towards her camp. 

This was a bit unusual for Bernard who almost always came earlier in the day when he visited. It was pushing late afternoon into early evening at this point, and Holly was thinking of winding down for the day. Either way, though, she was always happy to see him. 

She waved as he parked his vehicle a few yards away from her own. He threw his hood back and revealed a slightly strained smile, a hesitant one of her own lifting to meet his. 

“Everything okay, Bernard?”

“Yeah! No, everything’s all good. How, uh, how are you doing, Holly Jolly? Everything okay with you?”

“Uh, yeah? I was just reading over your notes on George and Matteo.”

She lifted the papers she had been reading on her fold out table and gave them a little wave for emphasis. 

“So you haven’t noticed anything weird today or…” he trailed off. 

“No?” She squinted. “Why, did your team accidentally launch a rocket or something?” 

He laughed stiltedly. 

“Nah, I was just wondering. It’s, uh,” he cleared his throat and dragged one of her folded chairs from the side of the tent over to the table with her, “been one of those days, y’know?”

He seemed distracted, looking over his shoulder a couple times with pinched brows. 

“So this is a social visit, then?”

“Well, you did say I could come by anytime. I hope that’s alright?” A hesitant note was in his voice. 

“Of course! I’m always happy to hang with you, dude. I’m just settling down for the day, though, so no appearances from Saint Bernard, capiche?” A wry smile twisted her lips. “This is a no-work zone for the next 12 hours, at least!” 

His eyes rolled in his head. “Yeah, yeah. Well, don’t let me hinder your big evening plans.”

“No big plans, don’t worry. I was just gonna listen to some tunes and snack on popcorn. I snagged some from the outpost last week and I’ve been looking forward to trying it out.” A hand motioned to the foil bag of plain popcorn sitting beside the fire. “How ‘bout we get this bad boy going and do some stargazing or something?” 

“Ah, well, that sounds pretty good! But, uh, maybe not stargazing. Have anything a bit more hands on?”

She hummed thoughtfully. 

“I totally had that!”

“Keep telling yourself that, dude!”

They’d quickly tired of War and Gin Rummy. Bernard had a nervous energy about him, so Holly suggested an oldie but a goodie: Slapjack. 

His reflexes were freakishly good, but she had an even greater power—bullshitting. 

“In what reality did you slap first?”

“Maybe you need glasses?” She smirked as he growled, the small curl to his lip telling her he was at least somewhat in on her little act. 

Boy, it was fun to rile him up. 

She placed a card down, at the same time crying out, “Holy shit, what is that?” while staring behind his head. 

He whipped around to look, his eyes widened in panic, and a slap echoed between them. “Ha! Too easy.”

He scowled and put down his card. “You aren’t gonna get me with that twice.” 

“We’ll see!” She was cheesin’ hard. 

Music drifted over to them from her portable radio, hung up on her tent so they could continue to play outside while enjoying the music. He’d suggested they move inside, but she was tired of being cooped up in her tent. She wanted to enjoy her tunes and take in the night, and he reluctantly agreed. The tape she had was a mix of rock ballads, 80s pop, the odd country song, and some love songs from the 70s. She hadn’t exactly made it to play for company. It was a mixtape of her favorite comfort songs, some true classics but some obscure, slightly embarrassing choices as well. But if Bernard minded at all, he never let on, even humming the tunes to a few himself. If she thought his general voice was musical, it was nothing compared to the pleasing rumble that left him when Take On Me started playing. 

They played a few more cards where he slapped and won three hands in a row before her hand could even twitch. On the fourth hand, she was starting to space out a bit. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as he half hummed, half sang, “I’ll be coming for your love, okay~” 

She flipped a card face up and without thinking, her hand slapped down onto it, his hand enclosing hers a millisecond later. He seemed shocked that she’d hit it faster, a startled laugh escaping him, but she could barely hear it over the rushing blood in her ears. His hand was so warm, but she was used to his body temperature running a lot hotter than hers. He was like a radiator. What struck her now, though, was how much larger his hand was compared to hers. Lovely long fingers and neat trimmed nails were a weakness of hers. She came back to herself suddenly with the realization that she’d just been staring at their hands. She darted her eyes up to his face and saw that he’d also been staring at their joined hands. He must have seen her look in his peripheral, because his sharp eyes were suddenly holding hers in their dark gaze.

She was surprised steam wasn’t rolling off her cheeks with how heated they felt. His own sparkling cheeks were darker than normal, his nose flaring as his breathing picked up slightly. A blink and those dark eyes were cut off from her, his hand pulling back with a cleared throat. “Maybe you’re actually getting better at this, finally.”

She laughed a bit breathlessly. “You’re an asshole.” 

Just like that they were back to normal, like nothing had happened. And maybe it hadn’t. Had she imagined his blush? It was pretty dark out here, the only light provided by her campfire and the gas lamp she’d set on the table. She shook her head at her own hazy thoughts. The last thing she wanted to do was misread the situation and alienate the only other person within a 100 mile radius. They continued to play, but as time went on, her one win seemed to be a fluke. 

“You must be cheating!”

“How could I possibly be cheating?”

“You’ve got secret super powers or something, for sure.” She huffed. 

“Maybe you’re just slow, ever consider that one?”

“Right, cause I’m so old and decrepit.”

“Exactly.” He smirked. 

She leaned in abruptly after another hand lost. “Aha! So you are younger than me, then! I knew you were just trying to throw me off before.”

Brows shot up to hide under dark curls. He kept his eyes down on the pile of cards between them. “Maybe you keep losing cause you can’t stay focused. Probably all that coffee you drink.” 

“Just cause you hate coffee like a complete maniac doesn’t mean the rest of the world is as tasteless.” She shook her head slightly. “And don’t change the subject! So you are younger?” 

Silence stretched as he continued to look away from her, eyes darting down to check his weird watch. She groaned dramatically after a beat. 

“Fine! Keep your secrets then, but that just tells me you’re younger than you wanna admit. Don’t worry, kiddo, I won’t think any less of you.” She punctuated her words with a patronizing pat on his head. 

He shoved her hand away and scoffed. “Okay, keep laughing, chuckles. I’m still taller than you, y’know.” His eyes grew big as he looked up from his watch. 

“By like an inch,” she retorted. 

“A few inches, thank you very much. Plenty enough to do this—“ he grabbed her wrist mid slap with a playful growl that sent a tingle down her spine and hoisted her up out of her chair. A cry of surprise left her lips as he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her into the air. He laughed in response, twirling once, twice before setting her down again. Holly felt a bit breathless, her cheeks hurting from how hard she was smiling.

“Dance with me, Holly Jolly.”

“Huh?”

Her hands were enveloped in warmth as he raised them into a half waltzing pose between them. “Dance with me! C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t know how.”

Her lashes fluttered as she took in the smiling man who held her hands so gently in front of him. 

“What’s gotten into you? You don’t seem like the dancing type.”

“Of course I am. All of my kind love dancing.”

“Oh, huh. I didn’t know dancing was so big with Russians.”

He placed one of her hands on his chest and put his now free hand on her waist. The radio was playing something soft and slow and he easily pulled her into a relaxed sway. 

“Dancing is as natural as breathing. No baby needs to be told to dance, they just do it. It’s instinct.” He explained. “It’s sad that when some people grow up, they feel like they can’t dance anymore just because they aren’t the best at it. It’d be like never smiling just because you don’t have the most beautiful teeth in the world. Wouldn’t that be a shame?” 

Eyes sparkled up at him as he spoke, a small smile of wonder playing on her lips. “You’ve got a point. When you put it that way, it makes me wonder why people don’t dance all the time.”

“They used to.” He lead her into a twirl before bringing her back in close. “I think people these days have forgotten a lot of the simpler joys in life.” 

“See, just when I’m sure you’re younger than me, you say things like that and it makes me doubt everything I thought.”

A cloud of mist appeared between them as they both chuckled, but he didn’t reply. She eyed him as they rocked back and forth, the previous music fading into another soft song, How Deep Is Your Love by The Bee Gees. He hummed along with the melody, his gentle gaze on their joined hands. 

“And you come to me on a summer breeze~” he sang, suddenly releasing her waist and turning them in a circle. Her bark of laughter made his face light up in a wide smile, teeth gleaming in the firelight. They came back together and clasped hands, their slow dance evolving into something more lighthearted and sillier. 

He started exaggerating their swaying, hopping from side to side instead. She added a hip bounce to the rhythm and he copied her, matching the steps and adding a twirl on the fourth beat. 

They couldn’t look away from each other, eyes filled with mirth and locked together, only breaking their hold to spin or giggle. 

He looked so much happier and carefree like this, a light flickering behind those dark orbs. She thought he’d never looked more enchanting. 

Magical, even. 

[chrisevansluv]

I don’t know why I’m just now fully realizing this but they’ve actually turned him into a full on baby who can’t be responsible for any of the things he does. It’s all “my sweet smiley cinnamon honeybun good boy goofy goober” with no hint of self awareness or humor. 😭 This is severe woobifying. It’s fucking crazy to watch them go from “he’s in a PR (aka dating) the spawn of Satan 👿” to “he’s an angel who’s never done anything wrong in his life 😇”. You can’t even suggest something that slightly deviates from this tone without the defense squad assembling. 💀

When he was dating Minka, his fans kept saying she used him and he was unaware of the big amount of papwalks they did while dating. When he dated Jenny, they kept saying she fooled him into an affair and convinced him she wasn't with her husband (yet she mentioned said husband in a podcast she was doing WITH Chris, and that didn't stop him to go on a date with her a week later). He followed Alba first, his circle did more moves than hers, and he himself has posted her several times on IG, but obviously she's the one forcing him to do it (because, you know, a 25 y/o is more powerful than a 41 y/o man, with 20 years of experience in the business, and the resources to deal with something).

*Bonus point: When he did that PR with Lily, of course it was her who called the paps outside his hotel and Chris had absolutely NO IDEA they were there. And obviously Lisa and Tara control ABSOLUTELY everything Chris does, and who he dates.

Women are always to blame for absolutely everything he does. That just leaves us with a poor 41 y/o man, who has no say nor power on what he does in his life. It's never his decision, it's never his mistake. It's always the women around him.

Their misogyny shows a little too much

[babyyhoneyydarling]

5 and 11!

thank you for asking lovey!!! 💝

5. mutual(s) you’re intimidated by?

ohh umm idk why but @peachyteabuck @slothspaghettiwrites @ladywitheclecticheart honestly is probs cuz i think all are super cool and amazing.

11. kindest mutual(s)

oh boy there’s so many 🥺 literally everyone!!

@buckysbunny @steverrogers @nsfwsebbie @honeychicana @brattycherub @honeysucklesteve @honeyloverogers @buckycuddlebuddy @nakedrogers @sultrygoblin @howdoyousleep3 @musette22 @hbalbat @malloryharris @animnerd @cloudystevie @fallinforevans @truckloadoffrogs @slothspaghettiwrites @rorybarnesrogers @savior-adriana @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore @thiccbuckybarnesfic @hevans-angel @peachyteabuck @steebsbabygirl @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @chrissquares @buckybees @maaaaarveeeeel @geniedetails @mandalorianspace

ok i know that is a lot but all of you are so kind and sweet and i love you all so much ok bye

asks about mutuals!!!

[juneberrie]

mbav boys headcanons

pairing: ethan morgan x fem!reader, benny weir x fem!reader, rory keaner x fem!reader

— enjoy this compilation of thoughts ive had about benny, ethan, and rory that i decided would be better in one post instead of three separate ones

ethan morgan ♡

imagine calling ethan pretty boy

he gets so so so red

anyways

imagine you sitting on his bed and ethan's behind you, arms wrapped around your waist while he helps with homework

jane loves you. youre practically her best friend

argh ethan >>>> hes so pretty

remember that one episode when he gets called puppy face?

yeah thats ur contact name for him.

and also ^^

you just randomly squish his cheeks and call him puppy face

argue with the wall 💁‍♀️

benny weir ☆

benny definitely likes to call you "my girl"

its so cute

like he's constantly saying things like "attagirl" "that's my girl" stuff like that yk

and if you do any shows/sports he's screaming "THAT'S MY GF" at the top of his lungs

if you're sick, he tries convincing you to drink a potion he made "that'll make you feel better!! trust me!" and you, very obviously, are like, "ew no. the last time you gave me a feel-better potion, i grew pig ears" "THAT WAS ONE TIME"

wearing his collared shirts >>

would force you to watch terrible nerdy shows with him just so he can hang out with you

rory keaner ⚡︎

oh boy

if it was up to him, he'd wrap himself around you and never let go

soooo touchy

this boy's love language is physical touch

so be prepared for constant touching

you guys sit next to each other in science

and he always has his hand on ur thigh, around your shoulder, or he's holding your hand under the table

he has failed tests and assignments because he was too busy staring at you and thinking, "wowzer. thats my girlfriend."

10/10 calls you babe, honey, regular nicknames

but also

he 100% calls you silly goofy things like sweetcheecks, sugarplum, honeybun, terrible cringey nicknames that make you playfully whack him upside the head

he saw the lost boys once and then dressed like marko for like a week

i hc that rory knows how to sew, so he probably makes you a bunch of really silly stuff, like a shirt with "rory's girl" embroidered on the back in sequins 😭

[hatsue-exe]

Jujutsu Kaisen men with a plastic artist S/O:

warnings: none!

Fushiguro Toji:

You hit the jackpot with this one: Toji is a walking anatomy model. If it's muscles you need to reference, he's got you.

He will pretend to be annoyed when you ask him to pose for you, but truthfully he's just flustered by how you look at him.

He will tease you the whole time to cover it up.

"Do you need me naked, doll?" "Aren't ya looking too much? Focus on your art, baby."

Since he's terrible with words and expressing emotions, if you two live together, he pours all his love into building you a studio, a cosy place where you feel just as welcomed and comfy as you make him feel.

Geto Suguru:

Dates to the supply store are mandatory, and Suguru makes a point of buying you something extra every time, be it paints or brushes or anything else you use daily and need to replace often.

He's an... alternative guy, so don't be surprised if he's into some form of art himself.

Geto takes you to the park so you can work together for a while but gets annoyed if people are too noisy.

"Why can't everyone just enjoy nature?" "They're having fun, Su." "Yeah, and ruining mine."

Kiss him, and he'll forget about it (but trust me, you're not going to finish that piece).

Gojo Satoru:

If you like to work in quiet environments, I've got bad news for you.

Jokes aside, Satoru likes to watch you while you work. He's captivated seeing you so focused.

"You're so pretty, honeybun. We must be the most gorgeous couple in the whole world!"

Gojo buys you some expensive stuff and bugs you to break it in using him as a model.

He will want to recreate that Ghost scene and will end up making a mess out of the two of you, but it ended up in a light-hearted banter between the two of you, which is much more his style.

Kamo Choso:

He's very curious and will want to participate however he can, be it modelling or helping you or just cleaning your stuff, just please include him.

Asks you to do those TikTok dates where you paint/draw for a few minutes and then switch canvas. Turn out to be pretty good at it?

There's so much he doesn't know, whenever you geek a little about your favourite movement or artist, his eyes shine with just as much excitement as yours.

Museum dates while holding hands.

"So that one was a bad person and that other one too, and all the other ones but Van Gogh?" "Something like that, sweetheart."

Nanami Kento:

Kento is a shy, shy baby. But he's also beautiful, so obviously you ask him to model for you. He's quiet during the whole thing and blushes madly if your eyes cross.

Nanami can pull that one Ghost scene and put the original one to shame.

"This is very relaxing. I can see why you enjoy it so much." "That's because you don't do it as often as I do." "That's fair, darling."

He brings you your favourite drinks and reminds you to correct your posture. If you groan, he'll offer a shoulder hub that might lead to a whole massage that might lead to other things, but anyways.

Will be very supportive, while also grounding you. He may come out a little harsh at first with his whole "the world is shit!" act, but he doesn't mean any harm.

who do y'all think my favourite is? lol