#little tk

[laneybishop89]

I have so many ideas for October that are all based around Halloween. I'm not promising there will be a little fic up every day, but I think there will definitely be a not insignificant collection posted this month.

Some highlights:

Carlos thinks it's Halloween, but really it's only October 1st (this will be up tomorrow 🥰)

118/126 Halloween party (4 smacked bottoms)

TK eats two bags of candy and when he brings home a third that he's already broken into Carlos reminds him what moderation is because no one needs to be eating 2 giant Costco sized bags of candy before mid-month.

Chimney turns the 118 into a haunted house. Buck is not a fan.

Trick or treating!!!

[sweetlittleangelbunny]

ok, (Same anon btw) if I could request some, digimon adventure 02 TK age regressor headcanons then?

Oh sure, here are some regressor!TK headcanons for you 😊

- I think TK's regression would partly stem from his parents divorce, and because of that his little age would be pretty young, around 0-5

- TK is more nonverbal as a little, and he looooves playing with blocks, legos, playdough, pretty much anything he can build with really

- While in little space TK is a little clingy, longing for the feeling of being apart of a big and loving family

- Patamon finds out first naturally, and while (being a Digimon) he doesn't fully understand it, he is very accepting, and honestly loves having TK be like a little kid again, and while he loves just playing with him, when TK needs a Caregiver, he happily Digivolves into Angemon to look after him

- Kari finds out shortly after Patamon, she kinda suspects something's up, and TK slips a little around her once accidentally, and she quickly picks up on it... Because she's also a little!

- Angemon and Angewomon look after both of them during their regressed play dates, which makes little TK very happy, they feel just like a real family!

- Matt quickly figures out that somethings up when he notices TK being secretive and when he sees how defensive TK gets when he tries to pry. This puts a strain on their relationship for a time... Until Kari convinces TK to tell Matt the truth. Matt is a little confused at first, not being familiar with age regression but... After doing some research he very quickly comes around and he ends up loving being a big brother to little TK! Matt spoils little TK so much (maybe too much...) and the bond between the two grows even stronger.

I hope you enjoyed these headcanons 😊❤

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | 5.02 -> Carlos stopping by the 126

[lavendorii]

y'all ever heard of digimon before it's pretty cool

consider supporting me on ko-fi!

[in-stitchesx]

Throwing this sketch at you because my motivation is slowly withering

[ticklish-wallflower]

I think we as a community need to pay more attention to the super sensitive spot directly under the shoulder blades

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

Terra here is my first kirby OC I ever made and yet is woefully rarely shown! These two are siblings, and Meteor raised his brother!

The bottom drawing in particular is reflects how alligators carry their young! Terra always felt so safe when his brother carried him like that and it’s something he misses dearly. I sure hope nothing bad happens to them!

[dear-viv]

Super Hot husband 👆

Super Cute husband 👇

They look perfect together❤️

[awhoreintheory]

Another idea with Peter in Gotham is his clones also ends up there as well.

In the comics Peter has two clones, three if you count the ultimate verse and the potential comedic value of Peter in Gotham and his clones also somehow ended up there as well??

Any batfam member: who were those three people you were with earlier?

Peter:... Those were my siblings, I'm a quadruplet

Dick who just found out Peter is his son: you're a what???

Idk I just think that scenario would be funny

Im challenging someone to find it, because I read ONE singular Peter in gotham fic with a similar idea, and I can't find it anywhere

That's how you know the ideas SLAPS.

Idc about the circumstances that leads Peter and his clones into Gotham, but pure crack ensues. How are you supposed to take anything seriously with 4 spider-man's flipping around, one of which is built like a brick shit house btw, causing mayhem, but also walking women to their cars? Stopping domestic disputes? Fixing a little kids broken school project?

It literally looks like a family of spiders is trying to make their home in a bats cave. It's funny, but also a little scary.

Now, Peter being Dick's son thrown into the mix? Chaos to the tenth degree. Maybe up until this point, spider-man hasn't been connected back to Peter, and they're also running around making different connections and working different jobs, so they're not seen in public together too often. Peter's working in the library with Barbara, who has already put together that this is Dick's God damn secret love child, right. Dick is slowly trying to ease himself into his kid's (his! His kid!) Life, slowly broach the topic of "hey... so, uh, have you ever thought about meeting your dad?"

Peter hums. "No, not really."

Dick winces, and Barbara offers a sympathetic pat when Peter looks away.

"Well, ok, a little awkward, but—"

The library door bursts open. A Peter lookalike comes in, holding a brown paper sack and a phone. "Can't believe you're somehow able to leave and forget your lunch and your phone. How have you even survived this long?"

"I haven't." Peter deadpans. They both laugh. Dick and Barbara's head swivel back and forth.

"And, uh, who is... this?" Barbara snaps out of her shock first. Peter's records didn't mention a sibling... then again, they were fake. Convincing fakes to the untrained eye, but nothing held up under The Barbara Gordon's scrutiny.

"My, uh, brother?" Peter raised an eyebrow, probably at his boss's weird reaction, and his boss's friend's horrified face.

But how could Dick not be horrified? The two teenagers in front of him were identical. Identical twins. He had two sons and he didn't even know about them. How does that not come up? No, no Dick should've done better research. Oh, god, he has twin sons.

"I didn't—" Dick's voice cracks embarrassingly. He clears his throat. "I didn't, uh, know you had a twin."

Peter's twin tilts his head, studying Dick.

"Actually, I'm a quadruplet!" Peter cheerfully rings, grinning ear to ear.

Dick's heart nearly gives out.

[laneybishop89]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tag, @the-flaming-nightmare!

Coming up in After the Fire:

There was a dull pain in his head when he woke up and his nose was slightly congested, leaving him with no choice but to whine and press his forehead further into Owen. He was sleeping with his face pressed into Owen’s side, the top of his head tucked firmly in the man’s armpit and Buttercup was lying across his feet. He shifted just a little so he could see Owen’s face better, the man’s head turned to him in sleep.

“Mine daddy,” TK said softly to himself, patting Owen gently on the face. “All mine.”

He babbled softly and, unlike Carlos’s babbles, his words were clear and more precise. Owen had woken up to TK’s first pat to his face, but had kept his eyes closed, hoping to gain some insight into what was going on in his beautiful boy’s mind. Unfortunately, his babbling was little more than just repeating ‘mine’ enough times that it was starting to sound like a made up word.

“TK, can you stop hitting daddy in the face?”

TK smiled as Owen’s eyes cracked open and he brought his hand away from Owen’s cheeks and grasped at his shirt instead. He shifted until he was sitting up and on top of Owen’s thighs as the man laid there. It was not at all comfortable for Owen.

“Can you sit next to daddy instead?”

“No.”

Open tag because I don't really know anyone :)

[lonestardust]

"Kiddos" : Big brother & Little brother 🥹

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star | S5E5 -> Carlos' episode evolution

[lavendorii]

highchoolers (and iori)

[lexumpysfunland]

Lex

Catkeeper

hmmm...

Meow

[alrightbuckaroo]

love can pull you out of yesterday

The day TK falls through the ice is a day that Carlos doesn't want to remember, but it's one he can't forget. It's a day he's currently stuck living over, and over again.

one | 6.2k

two | 5.1k

three | 6.6k

four | 7.2k

five | 13.5k

Life is such a fragile thing in precious balance and Carlos is meant to let it happen. He knows he has to, no needs to, but it’s hard. He knows you can’t always get answers, but right now he’s begging for them. Carlos feels a shiver course through him and decides that it’s best to go back inside. He may not be ready to stand face to face with reality, but catching a cold is the last thing he needs right now. He takes one last look at the expanse of white that’s covered the city and how it spans across the horizon. He’s journeyed through its grip before, but now it looks different from any other time before. Almost like it’s melting.

Five chapters | Updates every Tuesday | All thanks in the world to @lightningboltreader for beta reading this one and providing some of the best feedback imaginable. Another massive thanks to @carlos-tk and @reasonandfaithinharmony for cheering me on every step of the way <3

[terri479]

✩•.My cute little psycho.•✩

(yb Peter x (f) reader)

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Another Tuesday of me working at the local coffee shop. Could be better, could be worse, I always say. It keeps me going. My friend T/K keeps me company here. We've been friends for some time now and I can't imagine how my life would look like without him. He was the first one to take the first step. We eventually started to talk more and more, building great friendship between us as coworkers. It's good to have someone by your side when costumers can be quite rude. Somehow we always tries to make fun of it.

This day was pretty busy at the shop. High temperature from the sun shining outside made everyone sweat and me with T/K as well. Of course that almost no one ordered a hot coffee, that would be a suicide in this weather. Instead people wanted milkshakes, lemonades and cold stuff like that.

Mine and T/Ks part of the job was to take orders from costumers and deliver their products to them. The rest of the people working here were hidden at the back, making desserts, drinks and other stuff we sell. Lucky them, there was air conditioning in the back, so they didn't sweat there like we did. Sometimes T/K and I also went to the back to cool off, but today there was almost no time for that.

It gave us both a shock when we saw a guy walking into the store wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a black sleeveless hooded sweatshirt. I was terribly hot for him. I was almost unable to breathe from the heat in my light blouse and work apron. There was no way he could be cold! I exchanged glances with T/K and went to attend to the customers at the register while T/K went to serve the veiled man.

After a while he came back saying that the man had not yet chosen what he wanted. I shrugged it off and both of us went back to work. In two minutes he went again to try to ask what the guy would like. Just like before, no answer from him. So I offered to try to serve him myself.

As soon as I got to his table, he took off his hood and looked up. The fact that he was bald didn't scare me in any way, I calmly and smilingly asked if he knew what to order now. „Strawberry milkshake, please." he spoke quietly, maybe even shyly. „Right away, sir." I wrote his order down and left. T/K watched me with his mouth open as I returned with the order. „Ain't no way." He said with a look of annoyance. It made me chuckle. „Did you see that?! He said what he wanted to you without hesitation-" „Well I guess I am much more trustworthy and certainly nicer." I teased him playfully. „Yeah right, miss trustworthy." he rolled his eyes and kept doing what he was doing.

I made the decision that I would bring him the milkshake myself too. When he finished it, he paid and left me a tip before he left. It was my first tip of the week, which made me truly happy. But by the end of the day, I was still asking myself why he was wearing such warm clothes in this terribly hot weather.

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Another hot day at work, sweating like crazy and slightly getting pissed off by irritating people. Me and T/K were passing out from the everyday heat... Yet there was this guy in a sleeveless hoodie who seemed unbothered. As he sat down to his table like yesterday, I made a bet with T/K, that he's not gonna be able to serve him again. He accepted the bet, probably out of boredom, and went to the bald customer. Exactly as I expected, T/K returned defeated and without his order. "Watch and learn from the master," I said and confidently left.

„Good afternoon, sir. What will it be today?" I took out a pen with a paper to write on. „Good afternoon miss, I would love to order another strawberry milkshake." a warm smile appeared on his face while he was talking. „Alright sir, anything else?" I returned the warm smile. „Uhh... I.. um.. Well-" He looked stunned and started stuttering. I didn't want to make it worse for him, so I spoke to his embarrassment. „What if I get you your strawberry milkshake and when you finish it, you can decide whether to order anything else? " After a moment of silence and staring at me, he spoke again with a smile. „Ah yes, that would be wonderful."

Once I got back behind the counter to T/K, I set my hand. After a while he handed me five dollars without a single word and went on to work again defeated once again. 'easy money' I thought for myself.

Just like yesterday I gave the guy in the hoodie his milkshake and kept concentrating on my work. That wasn't easy though. There was this old aggressive man who purposely made troubles for his entertainment. I suspected he had dementia, but I think almost everyone around me has lately. He liked to drag his family to our cafe and apparently liked to show off in front of them. He thought that he probably owned the cafe and that he could afford almost anything.

„Hey! you- maid or whatever you are.. Milk!" I slowly turned to him with disbelief in my eyes. „Excuse me? Is there a problem, sir?" I asked diplomatically stepping forward to him. „Someone's deaf, huh? I. said. MILK." How arrogant I thought... But I'm about to keep my cool. „I see, okay sir. Now please tell me what you want me to do with the milk." „The fuck you mean? BRING IT, MORON!" his yelling made me jump and step back. T/K helped me out of the unpleasant situation by bringing a glass of milk. After that he pulled me to the side so I could calm down from the shouting. I hated to deal with him almost daily, but it's what I get paid for.

After a few minutes I felt good enough to work again. At that moment, the man wearing the sleeveless sweatshirt appeared at the register and handed over an empty milkshake glass. „Thank you very much for your services. The milkshakes you make here are lovely!" His words somehow made me happy and put a smile on my face. Blood began to rush to my cheeks, making my cheeks slightly red. „Anything else I can do for you?" I asked politely. „There is actually one thing, yes..." I strained my ears to hear his wish. „Y-your name.. May I know w-what your name is?" He scratched his neck at his question. His handsome smile didn't fade for a second as he was looking at me. I took his glass from his hand and answered. „It is Y/N L/N, mind telling me your name?" It seemed that he shivered a little, it took him about two seconds to answer, but he eventually did. „I'm Peter." „Well, I'm glad I could serve you Peter, again today! Will you visit us tomorrow too?" „Depends if you'll be here as well." „I'm here from Monday to Thursday." „Well, that answers my question. Oh and I almost forgot..." Suddenly he showed me a red rose. I have no idea where he kept the rose the whole time. „Here, Y/N... This is your todays tip." I accepted the flower with open lips. It was beautiful. „I love it, Peter! Thank you very much, this made my day!" If we weren't separated by a counter, I would have hugged him for sure. I had a reason to look forward to the next day.

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Thank god that todays Thursday is a bit cooler than the days before. Pleasant wind flew through my hair when I was heading to work. I was there first surprisingly, it doesn't happen very often. I put on my work apron and turned on the ice cream machine. And because I deserve it, I made myself latte that I of course paid for. I quickly wiped down the tables and eventually the rest of the staff arrived. I greeted T/K with an offer to make him coffee, but he refused, saying he was saving money for a new joystick or something like that.

The cafe was quiet today. Suspiciously calm. Then I realized that the old man didn't come today. I was relieved that I didn't have to deal with him today. I didn't even wonder where he was. I didn't care as long as he didn't make trouble around me or insult me.

This afternoon none other than Peter came in, the hooded man in the black sleeveless sweatshirt. As soon as he sat down at his table, I went to serve him. „Good afternoon, Peter, let me guess... Strawberry milkshake?" I smiled, caughing him off guard. Blush appeared on his cheeks as he stutterly spoke. „Ah, hello Y/N! H-how did you know?" „Well.. You had the same twice so I figured out you'd go for it again?" „Well, you are absolutely correct. I would love another strawberry milkshake!" and so I made one.

„Would you mind joining me?" He asked, pointing on the seat opposite to him. „Sorry..." a said „I'm still working, management wouldn't like it." „I can pay for whatever you'd choose." „That's kind of you, really.. Still I gotta say no." He looked so upset I pitted him. „But um.. Tomorrow's my day off. We could maybe..." that was the moment where his eyes almost popped out of his head. He looked like a child on Christmas day. „YES!" he unexpectedly yelled and drew attention on both of us. „UHM I'm mean.. I'm sorry heh.." looking embarrassed he apologized. „So.. tomorrow? Afternoon?" He agreed and started to drink his milkshake happily.

The only thing that startled me was T/K, piercing  me with his gaze. „What?" I asked confused. „What, you ask?! What was thaaat-" „What was what?" still not getting the point of his. „Are you seriously going out with this creep?" „Who are you calling a creep, huh? He's actually nice." I pouted at him. „Wow, I didn't know you are into guys that look like they are addicted to drugs or alcohol." „Hey, you can't say that when you don't know him!" 

I stood up for Peter. „And you do know him?" T/K argued back. „Well... I'm about to." T/K broke the silence between us. „Be careful, Y/N." „I will T/K, thanks for caring. Just remember, I'm adult too."

Meanwhile Peter drank his shake and went to the counter to pay. „There you go, pretty lady. See you tomorrow." Peter handed me the money and smirked. I took the money with a kind smile. I also noticed that T/K and Peter stared at each other almost deadly. Hmm, I wonder why, or not? „Whatcha staring at, man?" I couldn't believe my eyes that T/K was the one that said it. „You wanna know what I'm staring at? I'm staring on idiotic face, blocking my view." „Oh yeah? At least I have some hair, bald head." They roaster each other for like a whole minute that seemed like an hour. I was just standing there, watching like a female doe looking at two stags fighting with their antlers. I gotta admit it was quite funny to watch them till they involved nudging and physical signs of pushing. A few things fell of the table separating them, which made me act. I pushed them both away from each other, giving them warning glares. „I better go." Peter looked at me with apology in his eyes. „Yeah, sorry for T/Ks behavior." I replied, not meeting T/Ks eyes at any cost. „Then Peter turned and gave me a smile in the entrance door, walking round a corner.

„I'm disappointed, T/K." I said, picking up the fallen things off the ground. „Whatever... You'll thank me later." He scoffed, going to serve someone just to show he doesn't care about what happened. While picking up the things that fell I noticed a black lighter with a picture of a black and white colored heart. I thought for a moment... Wait up, PETER has the same heart on his dark blue T-shirt! He must've dropped it while trying to hurt T/K. I rushed out of the shop, running the way I saw Peter going a moment ago.

Peters pov:

That bastard makes me look stupid and dangerous to Y/N. Funny, he ain't wrong by saying I'm dangerous, but I would never hurt Y/N. And I wouldn't let anyone else hurt her. Or insult her, just like the old man on Thursday did. Good thing I dealt with him, he's not going to say shit to anyone, including my darling, again.

I went to an alley between some shops a few meters from the cafe. That jerk was getting on my nerves, always hanging around my Y/N... And so I pulled out a cigarette to calm myself down. But- oh shit.. I can't find my lighter. Then, an angel appeared in front of me.

Y/Ns pov:

„Peter! There you are..." I gasped for air, happy that he didn't go far. „Y-you forgot your lighter, um.. There you go." I handed it to him and watched his shocked face. „Wow- you chased me just to give me my lighter back?" „Yeah, I guess so." a tiny moment of silence appeared, however it wasn't feeling awkward at all. „Thank you Y/N." Peter smiled at me and lighted up his cigarette. „Oh." I said slightly socked, „hm? what?" „N-nothing! I just.. didn't know you smoke, that's all." I didn't want it to sound like I was being disgusted. „Oh- sorry." Surprisingly he put out his cigarette right away. „You didn't have to do that! I mean, we all deal with our problems somehow, one way or another." His eyes widened and I kept on talking. „I don't care what T/K says about you... I will make my own opinion on you and I'm looking forward to it."

Peters pov:

I couldn't believe my eyes... Y/N was so perfect. They are willing to get to know me. They are so kind. They are so precious and pretty and... Oh god. I'm mumbling to myself again. „Ehm- thank you, darling." „Darling? Well, that's new." Crap- I called them 'darling'- I mean, they are, but- Shitshitshitshitshit-!.. „I like that nickname." they said right after. Wow. Did I mention I fucking love them?! CAUSE I DO!-

„I gotta go, I still have stuff to clean and people to serve. See you tomorrow, Peter!" That was the last sentence they said to me today.

Fuck I'm obsessed.