#bff!mateo x reader fluff

[emmyrosee]

Can you do Bill Characters reacting to you wearing footie pajamas 😂🙊

OH THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT-

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Axel honestly finds it the most endearing thing ever. When he comes home after a long day, the second best thing to seeing you all sexy and ready for him, is seeing you all cuddled up and half asleep in a little mermaid footie pajama that he got you as a gag gift.

“Hey little momma,” he whispers with a smile, watching in adoration as you return the smile and reach up for him to hold you can carry you up to bed. “I’m sorry I was so late... let’s get you to bed, my big baby.” 🙈

Gordan, as cute as you look, is someone who needs skin to skin contact when he sleeps, so he’s all for snuggling and being with your carebear footie pajamas until it’s time to sleep. Then it’s back to one of his shirts and your panties, even kissing over your warm skin

“I know you’re tired, but you know the rules; just relax and I’ll take care of you, little bunny.”🥰

Henry Pearl and The Kid love it. They think it is absolutely adorable, as well as loving the warmth it gives you. They always nuzzle their faces in the warm skin of your neck, cradling you close and just relishing in the sweet scent of your perfume 😊

Mark would honestly tease you for it, no matter how precious he found it. He’d slip his hands under your zipper and tickle you, squeeze your chest, really anything to push your buttons and make you squirm. You would scold him for it constantly, but lets be real, thats never stopped him before HA

“Come on baby! If you don’t want me to bug ya, you shouldn’t wear such cute widdle outfits!” 🙄❤

Mateo would lay his eyes on you after receiving a text for him to come hang out with you, shrug, and make his way to your bathroom, only to shriek as he sees a set for him. The next time you see him, he’s decked out in the giraffe onesie you got for him before grabbing himself a beer from the fridge and plopping down next to you to watch tv until your eyes burned 😁

Mickey absolutely dies from how cute you look. It becomes one of his favorite things to see you wear, knowing that if you’re in your footie pajama’s, you’re his for the night. He honestly goes out and buys you two a matching set, probably something cheesy like Mickey and Minnie, as if to give another sign to the universe that you’re dating and in love and that it will never change... especially now, with the footie pajama’s to prove it! 😂❤ 

Roman, being the stupid dumdum he is, would tease you for it, asking when you decided to repeat the second grade and that when you found his smoking hot girlfriend to please send her his way.

Of course, he immediately stops when he sees how saddened you get, taking you in his arms and making his way to your shared bedroom, assuring you that he was teasing. 

“Doll, you know I’m just teasing you to hide how hard seeing you all cuddly like this makes me, yeah?” 😏

Willard, much like Axel would find it very endearing and adorable, merely changing into pj’s of his own and cuddling up to you, cradling you and watching you as you whine and nuzzle closer to the new addition to the bed and purr at the familiar scent 

Like Gordan, he prefers skin to skin contact, but he knows better than to wake you up, while simultaneously also just completely addicted to how precious you look🥺❤

[sug4r-sp1c3]

i just need fluff and hcs with this rat man.

Bruno seing his kids after 10 years

pair: Bruno x Wife/Husband!reader

Bruno sees his children and wife/husband after 10 years on the walls TW: a lil' angst or sad hcs? idk i try my best, no spoilers lol just that bruno is in the walls

Older Daughter: Maryleen or Marie

Midle Son: Mateo

Younger Son: Pedro

[happi bruno]

He is nervous, very nervous, what will his children think of him? What will his wife/husband do when he/she sees him? hate him?? will they kids hate him???

But all those questions leave his head when he remembers his wife singing her part of "we don't talk about Bruno" with her children humming softly.

your voice when you sing "miss my bruno, oh, oh oh, i miss my brunoo ..." calms him

but he fells bad because, he saw his children get their gifts, everyone is there except his father... but they don't know that he is there

Maryleen or Marie gained the power to see the past.

Bruno feels bad :(, but when he sees that his daughter is happy with his gift, Bruno feeling bad of his daughter's gift? I never heard it: ')

Mateo can become animals (he and antonio, best pals).

sometimes bruno laughs A LIL' BIT , to see his sobrino get confused, which is his toucan friend and which is his cousin?

Pedro can handle emotions due to music, (he sings or hums something sad, those around him are sad, he sings something happy, everyone is happy, and he luisa, are Bff :'D)

Bruno is jealous of Pepa, he seems more like a son of Pepa than Bruno.

Every year he is thinking of going out and seeing his family, but he regrets when he thinks, what will they do?

he leaves gifts to his kids and his wife/husband, nothing really big, just some carts, things to draw, just little things :D

I think he would try to weave a ruana for Mateo, with animal designs (mostly rats, do I really have to explain it?)

Sometimes he sees his children sleeping, every now and then a tear escapes, sometimes he thinks that his children will never see their father

He loves you and also love his magical blessings,

we all know that it hurts him not to be able to talk to them face to face.

once he comes out of the walls he crouches down to the height of his children and is probably smiling while hugging them (someone give this man some love! >:'( )

If his children asked him he would give them a vision, but they would have to insist A LOT, this man has not used his gift in 10 years, he is nervous :(

he would do anything for his children, o his "little rats"

yeah, little rats its a nickname that he thinks that its cute

he definitely entertains them with his rat novels.

He wants his son Mateo to turn into a rat and help him with his novels.

if Marie is insecure with his gift bruno calms her, with a song or one of his rats is in his shoulder snuggling and tickling marie

(little letter of the song of bruno: the past or the future, it doesn't matter. i am here. and if everything is wrong or you are alone, i'll be there.. no matter what, if you are on the other side of the world or if I am no more. I'll be with you I'll be with you.. the pink letter is when marie is singing with him and the green when bruno is singing)

Pedro will definitely help his father when he feels insecure, after all, they are father and son

I am sure that if he found a baby rat, he would take care of it and train it a little so that in the end it is Marie's "own rat friend": '')

maybe salt or sugar would also be thrown, just because his father does

(if someone can mke a fic pls, i need one :(, or i'll do it lmao. And if u do it tag me and give credits and sorry if its bad english isn't my first lenguage

-SUG4R-SP1C3)

[emmyrosee]

Mateo thoughts: Maybe the trip to meet his soulmate is really the first time he's traveled out of the country and he tells his more traveled BFF all the stuff he's read online while researching his trip -- like you need a money belt and a mosquito net and you have to worry about parasites getting into your peen if you go swimming.

“And they can just go up there?!”

You chuckle at your friends horror-filled gaze, taking a sip of your homemade martini and giving him a nod. “Any orifice, my dear; including ears, eyes, nose-“

“Yeah, okay, I get it!” Mateo groans, his face pinched in disgust as his head tips back to flop against the back of the couch. His curl lays against his forehead, still damp from his shower as you two celebrated the official traveling date for him to leave your arms and, quite literally, fly into the arms of his newly found soulmate. 

The only issue being that Mateo never flew far from your shared apartment. The clean-freak, worry-wart of your best friend always found his way home after a short time away. He had no idea what he was getting into.

“Listen, sweetie,” you begin, setting your cup down before grabbing one of the final French fries from your shared dinner. “If you’re seriously this uncomfortable, why don’t you just have Miguel come here? We’ve got plenty of space, I’ll be at work, and if he seems legit, we can buy all the fish-stopping-dick nets you need to go back home with him.”

“He can’t,” Mateo whines, fiddling with his fingernails. “I don’t... know what we’ll be doing.”

With a roll of your eyes, you shift on your couch to wrap an arm around his shoulders and planting a kiss to his temple, rubbing your thumb over the kiss mark as if to keep it there. “I’m not your mother; I know how it works when two men love each other, Mattie.”

He casts you his biggest set of puppy eyes before resting his head on your chest with a whine of anguish. You coo down at him and move your other arm to play with his hair.

“But I’m so proud of you... for taking this big step; going somewhere completely foreign to search for the love of your life. I know you’re not going to regret it, honey.”

Still pouting, you can feel him perk up in your arms, and you smile and kiss his hairline again with a sigh. You two stay in sweet silence until he hums, angling his head to look up at you.

“So... if a worm or something... did crawl up in my-“

“I’ll hold your hand while the doctor checks it out,” you interrupt, cringing and bringing his head back to lay down, not letting him finish his question as he laughs against your shoulder.

[emmyrosee]

Can I pls have some mateo and bff pouty about not being able to find love 🥺💕

With FRIENDS playing in the background, you grumble and dig your spoon deeper in your carton of ice cream with a sniffle.

Your date had gone awful, the only thing that could’ve made it worse was if he didn’t show up at all, and it would’ve been better that way. As soon as you got home, the first thing you’d done is kick off your shoes and rip off your dress, throwing on your comfiest clothes and deciding to just wallow in your distress.

You could only hope Mateo was having a better time on his date with your co-worker-

“You!” A voice booms, following a loud slam of the door. You whip your head to face him, your eyes widen in distress. “You will never set me up on a blind date again! Literally was the most dull soul on the face of the earth! If he was a spice, he’d be flour! If he was a color he’d be beige! If he were pants, Victoria’s Secret yoga pants!” 

Your bottom lip wobbles and you continue to stare at him, his gaze softens as he quickly rushes over to you, “Oh no, no honey I was- I didn’t mean-!”

“Don’t yell at me, I had a bad night too!” You whimper, and he shushes you before pulling you in for a hug, mumbling ‘I know kid, I know’ with a kiss to your temple. 

“I’m sorry, kid.. I’m just... you know.”

“I know,” you nod, your head thunking against his chest. “I’m there too, man.” You feel him nod and slowly part from you, only to then plop next to you on the couch, a long arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“What is wrong with me, Mattie?” You mumble, making your friend tense up. “Like this had been my first date in months, and it went even worse than the last one-”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” he says firmly, his hand squeezing your shoulder. “Men are just stupid and ridiculous and the longer you dwell on it, the longer it’ll take for you to get back out there.” He jostles you slightly, “and we will get back out there; I promise.”

You nod once more, knowing he was right, and you fiddle with your fingers as you pay only half-attention to the tv. 

“What if we got married?” You ask innocently, making him smirk and chuckle. “Like, we get married, but like, we can date other people.”

“We could get a third who could take care of us both,” he hums, looking down at you in amusement. “Be a nice lil’ trio, hm?”

You snort and hug him tighter, his tamed cologne and clean scent making your eyes dip. “We’ll figure it out,” you mumble sleepily. “For now, I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

He laughs again, grabbing the remote to change the channel as your breathing starts to even out. “Deal, kid. It’s a deal.”

[emmyrosee]

BFF!Mateo pretending to be your boyfriend when you randomly run into your ex so he doesn’t try to win you back

AHHHH😭❤️❤️

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“You look good.”

The voice called out to you over the loud music of the club, but it still rang crystal clear against your ear. You tensed up as the familiar voice was then followed by a gentle hand resting on your lower back.

Your ex boyfriend was bold for being so forward with you, especially after your movie-dramatic breakup and your on and off again relationship.

“I know I do,” you quip back, wasting no time in spinning out of his touch and turning to him with an unamused look. “Your point?”

He grins and chuckles, “I was just wondering if I could interest you in a drink.”

Another chill ran down your spine, “no- thank you.”

“Come on,” he pushes, pouting down at you childishly. “I just want to catch up. You can order it, I’ll just pay-“

“Hey babe,” the sweet, much more kind voice of your best friend behind you. You smile happily as his arm wraps around you and his lips kiss your temple affectionately. “Are you ready to head out? Club’s littered with creeps and jackasses-“ he cuts himself off and hums in amusement. “Oh, didn’t see you, Jeff.”

“Mateo,” your ex sighs, giving the man behind you a nasty look. “Also- babe?”

“Yes,” Mateo says matter-of-factly. “Babe. We’re dating. You’ve got a problem with that?”

“I just... thought you weren’t.. straight?”

“Why? Because I have a love for fashion, interior design and taking care of my body? Not every man who eats pussy has to be a period clot on society, Jeff.”

Your ex opens his mouth to retort, but all you could do is bury your face in Mateo’s side to hide your laughter, prompting a huff of annoyance from Jeff and a spin on his heel to storm away from you.

You turn and beam up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “you’re the best, I swear to all of the unholy gods.”

Mateo hums in agreement before grinning mischievously down at you, and he pats your hip as he starts to walk towards the exit, still with you under his arm. “Come on; my nanny cam is telling me my dog is shitting on my rug so now I have to kill it.”

You snort and follow him out to his car, realizing you’d much rather have some beers at Mateo’s place while he scrubs a shitstain off of his rug than be forced to talk to the living shitstain that was your ex boyfriend.

[emmyrosee]

EMMYEMMYEMYY WHAT ABOUT!!!! Taking care of drunk Mateo😍😂❤

OH MY GOD IM IN LOVE-

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As the tray of Jell-O shots gets passed along through the party, you’d also lost through the crowd, your best friend; it worried you slightly, though you knew Mateo would be fine taking care of himself.

“We need more Jell-O!” A familiar, slurred voice yelled, making you cringe as you slowly feel the tall, looming figure behind you. “Hiiiii,” he purrs in your ear, leaning his entire weight against you. 

You chuckle, “hello, Mateo- you having fun?”

“Oh yeaaaahhhh,” he hums, the sweet smell of green apple fanning over your face. “I’m-I’m-I’m grrrrreat! I’m like Tony The Tiger!” He cackles at his joke, and quickly you spin to face his, a scold etched on your face. 

“Stick out your tongue!”

“Take off your shirt!” 

“Mateo!”

“I thought we were just yelling things that weren’t gonna happen.”

You roll your eyes and flash him a look of warning, and slowly, he sticks out his tongue, a neon-green stain staring back at you. “Jesus Mateo, you’ve got to be careful, these are pure vodka!” He brushes you off with a raspberry and a wave of his hand, and you roll your eyes again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and hauling you both out to your car to bring him home.

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“Can you make me a grilled cheese?” 

Hauling you both up the stairs to your apartment, you chuckle at the childlike question coming from your best friend, and you nod sweetly up at him. “Yes, sweetie, I’ll make you a grilled-”

“What about some lemonade?”

“Yes, I’ll make you some lemonade.”

He once more hums happily in your ear, stumbling as you fumble to unlock your door; once you succeeded, he makes a bee-line for the couch, flopping on his back with a drunken giggle.

“Roll on your side, Mattie,” you encourage, bringing a bucket for him just in case. “I’ll get started on your dinner.” 

It didn’t take long for his grilled cheese to melt, nor for the lemonade to mix and be chilled; but it took enough time for Mateo to kick off his shoes and fall fast asleep, curled up on himself and his usually slicked hair messy and hanging on his forehead. With a snicker, you set the plate on the coffee table and pull the blanket adorned the back of your couch, giving him a gentle kiss to the temple to let him sleep, knowing tomorrow your miserable best friend will demand you baby him as you do best.