#socks. fuzzy pajama pants. hoodie

[yuh13lo]

𖤐 More than a toothbrush C.S.

Chris had been dropping hints for weeks.

Little nudges like, “You know you don’t have to bring your bag every single time,” or, “Wouldn’t it be easier if you left your favorite hoodie here instead of packing it back and forth?” But every time, she’d wave it off with a quiet smile and a soft, “I don’t want to intrude.”

Chris hated that word. Intrude. Like she wasn’t already one of the most comforting, important, loved parts of his life. Like she wasn’t already someone who curled into his side like she belonged there—because she did.

It finally hit him one Thursday night.

She was standing at his bathroom sink, balancing her skincare bag on the edge of the counter. Face wash, serum, moisturizer—all her little products lined up for the five minutes she’d need before they’d crawl into bed.

“Why don’t you just leave it here?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the tub, shirtless and barefoot, watching her apply something with a dropper like it was a science experiment.

She blinked at him through the mirror. “What?”

“Your face wash. Your serum. Your…eye goo, whatever it is. Just leave it. Keep it here.”

She shook her head with a soft laugh. “Chris…”

“No, I mean it.” He stood up, walking behind her and resting his chin on her shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around her waist. “I hate that you keep acting like this isn’t your space too.”

“It’s your apartment,” she said gently. “You share it with your brothers. I’m already here all the time. I don’t want to overstep.”

Chris turned her to face him, hands warm on her hips. “You’re not overstepping, baby. You’re home. I want you here more. I like seeing your stuff in my bathroom. I like when your sweater’s on my desk chair or your socks are mixed in with mine. And I love when your toothbrush is next to mine.” His voice softened even more. “I wanna see more than that.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, the weight of his words settling into her chest.

“Chris…”

“Look,” he said, brushing a hand down her arm. “Leave a couple outfits here. Your face stuff. Your fuzzy pajama pants that I boughtl anyway. You already spend most nights here. Let yourself exist here without it feeling like you’re on borrowed time.”

She looked up at him, eyes glassy in that tender-overwhelm way he’d come to recognize.

“Are you sure?” she whispered.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want this—us—to feel permanent. I don’t want it to feel like you’re visiting. I want it to feel like you’re just…home.”

A long silence passed. Then, slowly, her lips curled into the softest smile.

“Okay,” she whispered.

The next day, she showed up with a little duffle bag. Chris didn’t make a big deal out of it—just helped her unpack like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She lined up her face products in the corner of the bathroom counter. Hung a hoodie or two in his closet. Left a drawer half-filled with sweats, jeans, and oversized tees. And when she noticed him gently folding her socks into the top drawer next to his own, her heart cracked wide open.

Later that night, they were tangled on the couch watching a movie when she whispered, “I like having my stuff here.”

Chris kissed the top of her head, arm snug around her. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I plan on organizing all of it anyway.”

She laughed, leaning closer, and it felt—finally, fully—like hers too. Like more than just a visit.

Like home.

[secretlysimpash]

Imagine wearing the most normal, most un-sexy thing around Simon, and him becoming even more obsessed.

Like...An oversized shirt, with a baggy hoodie over it, pajama pants that are way too long and baggy for you, the most garish pair of fuzzy slipper socks ever...And Simon's just staring you down with the most obvious heart-eyes. Or fuck-me-eyes. Or both.

And its not like he wants you to get undressed from any of that either, oh no. He'll just want to maybe tug your pants and whatever's underneath down just so he can settle his head between your thighs.

Or maybe he's just shoving his hand past your waistband so he can see how many orgasms he can pull from you with his fingers alone.

You're comfy, cozy, happy, and he couldn't be more in love or more turned on.

[pathologicalreid]

first snow | s.r.

in which you and Spencer experience the first snow in your new apartment together

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff. the kind that rots your teeth. content warnings: snow? ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ word count: 954 a/n: so! not margovember! but i've been saving this one for a special occasion (my first snow came!!!!!) and i hope you enjoy it!!!!

“Why are we doing this now?” You asked, cocking your head at your boyfriend after you finished hauling a stack of books off of the shelves.

He was sitting on the floor, dozens of stacks of books surrounding him, so each step you took was precarious. Spencer’s self-appointed job was to sort through the books, but you weren’t getting rid of any of them. No. He’d decided to reorganize them, influenced by an influx of new language books, according to the Dewey decimal system—a phrase you hadn’t heard since grade school.

You hoisted another stack of books from the shelves, thankfully built into the walls, and set them on the ground. “We can never move out of this apartment,” you told him, flipping through an early edition Proust, likely from his mom’s collection.

That got his attention, “Why not?” His legs were crisscrossed beneath him, his hair freshly washed, and glasses perched on his face. Spencer’s flannel pajama pants were likely warmer than your cotton ones, but you felt as though your hoodie had an advantage over his crewneck.

Gesturing your hands out to the piles of books, you raised your eyebrows, “We’d have to move all of the books again.” The two of you had moved into the apartment near the beginning of the summer, right before Spencer started his training at the Academy, and the heat had ended up being more than you bargained for.

Spencer smiled fondly at you, “I like this apartment,” he reminded you, turning his attention back to his philosophy books, “It suits us.”

Looking around, you had also fallen in love with the apartment rather quickly, and you didn’t have much room to complain, knowing that Spencer had sacrificed having a short commute so you could be close to work. The two of you moved in together after you finished school in Pasadena, and he wrapped up classes at MIT, closing the distance and starting the rest of your lives together.

The two of you repainted together, abandoning the miserable taupe that had been on the walls in favor of a dark green; you worked together to make it home, even if you were here more often than him.

Stepping over a teetering pile of novels, you held your arms out for balance as you tried to get to the kitchen, yelping when your foot caught on a book, sending you falling to the ground. You groaned as the corner of a book dug into your side; the blow softened by the cotton of your sweatshirt as you rolled off of the collapsed stack.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked as you rolled over to a safe area. His hand settled on your side, stopping you from rolling onto your back.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you nodded, “Yeah.” You frowned at the books that were left in your wake, “Oh, Spence. Your books,” you sighed, sticking out your bottom lip sadly.

He shook his head, “They’re just books, lovely.” Despite his reassurance, you caught his brown eyes flickering over the fallen novels. At a glance, it didn’t seem like any damage was incurred, but Spencer held his books to a very high standard. You knew he’d be checking them over as soon as you turned your head.

Sitting all the way up, you giggled softly at the way his concern split between you and the books; you thought about pressing your lips to his, but something moving outside the window caught your eye instead.

You squinted out the window, trying to ascertain what was going on, when your mouth gaped in surprise, “Spencer!” You scrambled to your feet, trying to drag your boyfriend to his, “Come on!”

His brows pinched in confusion. He looked around the living room, trying to find what had gotten you so excited, but you were already shoving your fuzzy sock-covered feet into your sneakers. Spencer had no choice but to follow.

Not even minding that you’d folded over the heels of your shoes, you were shuffling down the stairs and making your way to the street. Spencer lagged behind you, and you had already thrown your arms out in excitement by the time he made it outside. “It’s snowing,” You said giddily, bouncing on the balls of your feet and spinning on the pavement.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands, stopping you from moving while he draped your jacket over your shoulders, having been too driven to get to the snowflakes to think about staying warm. His eyes were filled with love, leaving no room for judgment.

Sticking your tongue in an attempt to catch a snowflake, you didn’t even care that you were acting like a child. You’d never lived anywhere that got real snow like this before, “Oh, I love snow.”

“Your scarf is in tatters,” Spencer observed, holding the threadbare fabric at arm’s length.

You shrugged, breathing in and letting the cold air nip at your nose, “I haven’t had any use for it. It’s been in storage for ages,” you reminded him, closing your eyes and basking in the snow.

Instead of placing the hole-ridden scarf around your neck, Spencer loops his purple one over your shoulders. “I’ll have to knit you a new one. They’re predicting above-average snowfall this winter.”

Beaming at Spencer, you held out your hand for him to take, and he pulled you closer to him so your back was flush with his chest, the two of you watching the flurries as the lamplight refracted off the tiny ice crystals. “Happy first snow, Spencer Reid,” you told him, leaning your head back on his shoulder so the two of you could share a kiss.

He hummed affectionately, “Happy first snow, my love.”

[sturniololuvz]

fluffy fic where bsf chris is a single dad and he gets overwhelmed taking care of his baby so he calls bsf reader who then helps him and his baby? ( sorry for all the bsf sturniolos, i just love the way you right them😓)

hiii! this was so cutee! i also added my own ending so it is a bit longer !

“You Can Breathe Now”

It was 8:42 p.m., and the baby was screaming.

Chris bounced her gently on his hip, bottle in one hand, pacifier in the other, and a burp cloth clinging for dear life to his shoulder. His hoodie was stained. His eyes were heavy. The apartment looked like it had been hit by a small, sticky tornado.

“Please, sweet girl,” he murmured, voice raspy. “I know you’re mad, but I’m trying.”

She wailed louder.

He sat on the couch, head falling into his free hand as she cried in his arms — that shrill, heart-shattering newborn cry that never stopped tugging at his chest.

Chris wasn’t angry. He was just tired.

Tired of feeling like he wasn’t doing enough. That he was somehow failing this little person he loved more than anything in the world.

So he did the one thing he never really let himself do.

He called you.

⸻

You were at his place fifteen minutes later, hoodie thrown on over pajama pants, hair a little messy, but eyes full of concern.

Chris opened the door, and you didn’t say anything. You just saw the look on his face — the mixture of frustration, guilt, exhaustion — and stepped forward.

“Give her to me,” you said softly.

Chris hesitated, arms tightening instinctively. Then he nodded, handing over the squirming baby girl like she was made of glass.

You tucked her gently against your chest, humming something soft and swaying as you walked her around the living room.

Chris just watched.

Within minutes, the crying softened to quiet hiccups. Then little sniffles. Then silence.

He blinked.

“You’re magic,” he muttered, sinking onto the couch.

You looked over your shoulder. “I’m just not the one she’s used to yelling at.”

He gave a tired laugh. “God, I missed your voice.”

You sat down beside him, baby still dozing against your shoulder. “Why didn’t you call me sooner?”

He shrugged, rubbing his eyes. “Didn’t want to be a burden.”

“Chris,” you said gently. “You have a baby. That’s not a burden — that’s a freaking miracle. And you’re doing it by yourself.”

He leaned his head back against the couch. “Some days I feel like I’m crushing it. Other days I look around and think… she deserves better than this.”

“Don’t you ever say that,” you said firmly, looking at him. “She has you. That baby is so loved it radiates off her. She doesn’t need perfection. She needs you.”

Chris looked at you like he wanted to cry.

Instead, he reached for your hand.

And you let him.

The room was quiet now, soft and safe.

“You’re really good with her,” he murmured. “She loves you.”

“She’s got good taste,” you teased, glancing down at the sleeping baby in your arms. “Just like her dad.”

Chris looked at you, long and warm and quiet. “Stay?”

You smiled. “Always.”

⸻

It was late afternoon, golden hour spilling across the living room in soft, sleepy streaks. The baby had skipped her nap, and Chris had been bouncing her around the apartment like a little football for the last twenty minutes trying to get her to stop fussing.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he murmured, voice hoarse as he paced. “You’re tired but don’t wanna sleep. Classic.”

You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly, still wearing one of Chris’s hoodies and a pair of your own fuzzy socks. You didn’t even have to say anything — just held your arms out when he passed by.

He paused.

“You sure?”

You nodded. “Come here, baby girl.”

Chris smiled softly and handed her off with a gentle kiss to her head.

“Yeah, just sit with your mom for a bit,” he said without thinking, already turning toward the kitchen.

You blinked.

He froze.

The second the words left his mouth, he stiffened — hand still on the fridge handle, body going completely still. Like he’d just heard himself.

You looked down at the baby snuggled into your chest — already calming down, head tucked under your chin like she belonged there.

Like she always had.

Chris slowly turned back around. “Did I just—?”

“You did,” you said quietly, smiling.

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I swear I’m not trying to do this on purpose.”

“I know.”

“I just—it feels right. And I don’t want to scare you off or make it weird or—”

“Chris,” you interrupted gently.

He looked up at you, eyes tired and a little worried.

“I like when you call me that,” you said softly. “I like being that for her. For you.”

He didn’t speak for a second.

Then he crossed the room in a few steps and dropped onto the couch beside you. His hand brushed over the baby’s back, then settled lightly on your knee.

“You already are,” he whispered. “She doesn’t even question it. It’s just you.”

You smiled, leaning into his side.

Chris kissed your temple, quietly, gently.

“I didn’t think I’d ever have this,” he murmured. “Not again. Not like this.”

You looked up at him.

“But you do,” you said. “And you’re not alone anymore.”

⸻

[ducksido]

Hellooo this is my first time requesting, I rewrote this like 20 times. Could you do Overbolt boys x horribly dressed or just lazily dress reader? Like the reader will just pull up to a function looking like Adam Sandler or everyone will be formally dressed and reader is just there in their pajamas. Please do not feel pressured to do this it’s just a silly idea I had and I am sorry for my horrible grammar

Riddle The moment you stroll into the grand hall—where everyone is in their tuxedos and gowns—wearing ratty pajamas with cartoon prints and slippers, Riddle nearly chokes on his tea. His eyes widen in disbelief. “S/O, did you forget there’s a formal event?” he whispers, cheeks flushing scarlet, half embarrassed, half amused. But then, his ever-stoic expression softens. He quietly reaches over and squeezes your hand. “Well, if you’re comfortable, I’ll be by your side no matter what you wear.”

Leona Leona’s usual intense glare shifts into something oddly proud when he spots your mismatched socks and a hoodie two sizes too big. “Finally, someone who doesn’t take this fancy nonsense seriously,” he mutters, a small smirk tugging his lips. Without a second thought, he slips off his own dress shoes and switches to his boots, pulling you toward the edge of the crowd. “Come on, let’s find a spot where you can chill without worrying about all these posers.”

Azul Azul’s eyes instantly narrow at your appearance—socks with sandals? Seriously? His mouth twitches, struggling between horror and disbelief, but he quickly regains composure. “You do realize this is a high-profile event, right? People will talk.” He clears his throat and offers a rehearsed, but genuine smile. “Allow me to escort you—and maybe shield you from any rumors.” He stays close, adjusting his own cufflinks with a flourish while trying not to trip over your pajama pants.

Jamil Jamil arches a brow as you stroll past the elegantly dressed crowd in your oversized graphic tee and ratty joggers. He crosses his arms and sighs, “You always have to be different, don’t you?” But then, a teasing grin spreads on his face. “Well, I guess that’s what I like about you.” Without hesitation, he slips his blazer off and drapes it over your shoulders, making you look just a bit less like you rolled out of bed. “There, that should do.”

Vil Vil almost gasps, clutching his chest dramatically when he sees you in your fuzzy slippers and worn-out hoodie, surrounded by the perfect, stylish crowd. “Oh no! How could you betray fashion like this?!” he exclaims, his voice a mix of horror and disbelief. But then he laughs, genuine and warm. “You’re my adorable little disaster. Come here.” He swoops you up for a quick hug, smushing your messy look with his perfect glam. “You’ll always be the star of my heart, no matter what.”

Idia Idia watches from the sidelines, intrigued rather than horrified, as you show up in an old band tee and sweatpants. “Honestly, you’re lucky this isn’t a cosplay event or I’d be more impressed.” He adjusts his glasses and smirks. “Comfort over style, huh? I get it.” He shuffles over and offers you one of his oversized hoodies, which you accept gratefully. “Now we match. Looks like you just leveled up in style points, in my book.”

Malleus Malleus’s usually cold, regal demeanor flickers with confusion as he notices your disheveled appearance — pajamas with a blanket scarf wrapped around your neck. His crimson eyes blink once, twice, then soften. “Why would you come to an event like this dressed so... casually?” he asks quietly. You shrug with a sheepish smile, and unexpectedly, Malleus lowers his head and gently nuzzles you. “Your presence alone outshines any outfit.” Then, almost imperceptibly, he conjures a shimmering cloak around you to blend elegance with your comfort.

[wanderingsimsfinds]

WanderingSims Fave CC - Teen Female List

1-2, 15 - Anzuchansims - CloudCat OneLastKiss Top Long Sleeves, Short Sleeves, & Skirt

3 - Nightospheresims - dissia Penelope Top

4-6, 18 Nightospheresims - jellymoo Grim Hoodie, Undead Tee, Zinc Tee, & Ghoul Skirt

7-8, 36 - Nightospheresims - Serenity Cate Top, Taylor Top, & Taylor Pants

9-10 - Nightospheresims - babytears Horror Void Sweater & Star Top

11, 59, 64 - AmerikoSteelie - Satellite 4t3 Elliesimple Cropped Sweater Top, SkittleSims 4t3 Elliesimple Midi Dress, & RolloRolls 4t3 Elliesimple Angel Dress

12 - polaesims - Serenity Barbie Fluffy Sweater

13-14, 46-47, 67-68, 72, 83-86, 88-89 - AmerikoSteelie - 4t3 Rimings Lazy Sunday Crop Top + Shorts, 4t3 AdriendPastel Keira Outfit, 4t3 Rimings Autumn School Uniform Outfit, 4t3 Rimings Summer Poison Midi Dress, 4t3 Arltos Evening Dress, 4t3 Rimings Summer Poison Swimsuit, 4t3 Jius Bowknot Hell Pumps, 4t3 Jius Bowknot Platform Loafers 01, 4t3 Jius Daisy Sandals 01, 4t3 Jius Y2K Loafers With Leg Warmers, Platform Leather Sandals, & 4t3 Arltos Geta Kimono Shoes

16-17 - SimSongs - Rusty Taylor Jacket & Belted Trousers

19-20, 45, 65, 80 - AmerikoSteelie - SugarSSims 4t3 BRS Sugar Skirt + Top, PuChiHouse School Uniform, R0ach3z 4t3 Serenity Lolly Dress, & UWillNeverFindMe 4t3 KK404 Japanese Kimono

21-23 - Nightospheresims - AxA Olivia Skirt & Trillkye Moonwalk Pajamas Top + Pants

24, 48 - AmerikoSteelie - simsoficeandfire 4t3 LazyEyelids Denim Miniskirt & simsoficeandfire 4t3 NitroPanic Cute ASF Dress

25 - VMSims - 4t3 School Korean Uniform Fem Skirt 2 + 2b

26-29 - KotaJose - Pleated Skirt + Loose Slacks & Kristal Leggings + Skinny Jeans

30 - SuteFlower - Gorilla3x Basic Jeans

31, 62 - RStar - Strada Jeans & Enchanted Dress

32-33 - elvgreen - Elliesimple Straight Levi's Bottom & Clumsyalien Riona Bottom

34 - xxbomixx - b0t0xbrat Dark Cargo Pants

35 - MickeyMouseClubhouss - Orion Sweatpants

37 - teekapoa - EP11 Bottom Edit

38-42 - Anzuchansims - CloudCat Avalon Outfit V1 + V2 & CloudCat Blight Outfit Jacket + Outfit & Marigold Ribbon Strap Off Shoulder Sweatshirts Dress

43 - VMSims - 4t3 Korean Girls School Uniform

44 - Nightospheresims - kumikya Carly Outfit

49, 91-92 - Anzuchansims - Nell Transparent Sleeves Dress & Carnival Scene Shoes V1 + V2

50 - VMSims - 4t3 Gorillax3 Blazer Vest Dress

51-53 - Nightospheresims - demondare Audrey Dress + Amity Dress & Trillkye Delight Dungaree Dress

54 - AmerikoSteelie - 4t3 NitroPanic Suspender Dress V2

55 - Nightospheresims - Trillkye Splash Cardigan Dress

56-57 -AmerikoSteelie - 4t3 Arethabee Secret Society Sabrina Dress & 4t3 Arethabee Wildflowers Violet Dress

58 - AmerikoSteelie - 4t3 CloudCat Fatal Frame Ruka Lace Dress

60 - elvgreen - 4t3 ekinege Chiffon Mini

61, 79, 90 - AmerikoSteelie - Xiasimla 4t3 SP23 Dress Silk, Xiasimla 4t3 Zeussim Asian Affair Dress, & VenusPrincess Zori With Tabi Shoes

63 - Nightospheresims - RR Marie Dress

66 - Nightospheresims - Madlen Daisy Dress

69 - AmerikoSteelie - 4t3 Elliesimple Pajamas Two Piece V2

70-71 - VMSims - 4t3 Gorillax3 Short Piping Pajama Full Body & 4t3 Sudalsims Homewear Dress

73-77 - Nightospheresims - Trillkye Thea Bikini, Madlen Sandy Bikini 1 + 2, Kumikya Lola Bikini, & ciao Glitter Bikini

78 - kent404 - Female Yukata

81 - sweetdevil - WA Cheongsam

82 - AmerikoSteelie - 4t3 Astya96 Lolita Platform Shoes

87 - AmerikoSteelie - 4t3 Madlen Sweet Harmony Melody Shoes

93 - Jamiesplayhouse - 4t3 Converse

94-95 - pixicat - Vans Sneakers & Dr Martens

96 - SimSongs - Madlen Kai Sneakers

97-102 - SuteFlower - Jius Platform Heeled Boots 01, Jius Star Fuzzy Boots 01, Jius Canvas Platform Sneakers 01, Jius Platform Pumps With Socks + Jius Heeled Jelly Sandals, & Jius Leather Ankle Boots 04

[vivid-dreamscapes]

Letting the Mha boys pick clothes at Target for you (got inspiration shopping with my mom at Target, sooo).

Deku

“Mkay baby.” You said as you and your boyfriend walked into Target. The large store was surprisingly calm for a Friday night—not busy but not empty.

The two of you continued to walk down the aisles, pulling him away as he awkwardly waved to little kids fanning over him, recognizing him from the TV.

“You’re allowed to pick three of any clothing item here and I have to buy and wear it.” You told him, laying out the idea of this little challenge. His green eyes snapped to your face, widening with excitement before scurrying off, leaving you to wait by the birthday cards. Oh gods.

Shortly after, he returned with one All Might hoodie, a fuzzy pair of baggy All Might pajama pants, and All Might socks. The cutest thing—he got two of each. One for you, one for him.

He of course, paid for his own.

Todoroki

“Hey Shoto, I have an idea.”

You said with a smile, looking over at your boyfriend as he sipped on his drink, looking at his phone. At the sound of his name, he looked up with a simple; “Hm?”

“Pick any three clothing items and I’ll buy and wear them, no take backsies.”

At first he just stared at you, as if wondering if he really had to do this. After a moment though, he shrugged and walked down the aisles.

You just sat on a bench next to a life size plastic dog—the dog mascot for target actually. You gave the fake dog a look before tilting the straw if you’re boba to it, as if offering it a sip. “Want some?”

About then, your boyfriend came back, not even questioning the fact you’re were talking to a dog mannequin with a target drawn on its eye.

“I didn’t really know what to pick, so here.” He said simply, handing you the items casually. The first item was a simple grey hoodie with a very soft and fluffy white inside. The second was a pair of sunglasses in you’re favorite color, and the third was jean jacket with jean square patches in light colors decorating it.

Bakugou

“Thanks for coming.” You said sinking as the two of you waked into Target. Your blonde boyfriend just grumbled, his hands shoved angrily into his pockets. Bakugou hated shopping, so the fact he came with was surprise. You did have an idea to make it up to him though.

“Tell you what. While I’m getting my stuff, you can pick out any three clothing items. I’ll buy and wear them no matter what.” You said and he looked up, clearly interested. Then; with a smirk you probably should have been concerned about, he walked off.

A few minutes later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you found a smug looking Katsuki, his chosen objects in his hand. Suspiciously, you took them with a raised eyebrow, before your jaw dropped.

A lingerie set, a thong, and the only normal thing being some All Might baseball cap. You scoffed and slapped his arm lightly, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips.

Denki (they don’t have yellow T^T)

“Any three things?” The blonde asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down as you nodded. “No limits? Literally anything?” Once again, you nodded.

“For the gajillionth time, yes Denki.” You said with a soft smile and an eye roll. He bit his lip to Fontaine his excitement before squeaking out an ‘okay’ and dashing away.

To be honest, you half expected something extremely provocative, or extremely revealing. But when he came back, you were surprised. He had found a loose black tank top, some cute workout shorts, and a little chain you could hook to your jean belt loops or something.

“I just thought you’d look really cute in them!” He beamed, clearly proud with his pick. Ohhh your heart.

Kirishima

“Anything? Anything I want?” The red head asked, looking at you like he was a puppy and you were holding a treat. You gave him a sheepish grin and nodded.

“Yup. Any three things.” You told him. And with that, he was off, looking at every little thing excitedly.

As you waited by the [favorite accessory] area, you’re golden retriever boyfriend sped around, looking at every little thing. Choruses of ‘Ooo this is cute! But I can find cuter’ and ‘Noo’ and ‘This would be perfect!’ escaped his lips in the twenty minutes he was gone.

Soon, he returned with a big fluffy [Favorite animal] hoodie, some fluffy socks, and some shark slippers to match his at home.

(Tried to keep as gender neutral as possible)

Requests are ✨open for business✨! (Seriously, I have severe writers block, this alone took me a week)

[baby-you-you]

asking again because I was specific enough last time can you please do a buggy/caterpillar themed regression thingy if that’s okay!

CATERPILLAR REGRESSOR THINGS !!!!

🐛 activities

Cudling up in a sleeping bag like a little caterpillar Crawling around on soft rugs like a little inchworm Building a “leafy fort” (your chrysalis!) out of blankets and pillows Making paper or felt leaves and caterpillars Coloring butterfly life cycle pages Reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar or other bug books Watching calming bug/nature documentaries or animations Pretend foraging for snacks like a hungry bug Laying in the sun like you're basking on a big leaf BLANKET BURRITO!!!

🐛 clothes

Striped pajamas or onesies (like caterpillar segments!) Fuzzy hoodies with antennae or bug eyes on the hood Socks with grips for safe crawling Soft footie pajamas or rompers in green, yellow, or rainbow colors Leaf-patterned shirts or pants Headbands with little feelers or fuzzy balls Clothes with bugs, butterflies, or nature themes

🐛 toys

Caterpillar plushies (long and huggable!) Stuffies with segments or tactile bumps Felt or wooden bug toys Sensory toys like pop tubes, bendy bugs, or soft squishies “Feed the caterpillar” games with plush food Plush cocoons or sleeping pouches for toys Nature or garden-themed stacking toys Bug-shaped rattles or fidget balls Plush leaf pillows or mats Fake vines for crawling under

🐛 games

Pretend to inch across the “garden” (pillows, mats, blankets) Playing hide and seek like a sneaky little bug Acting out the caterpillar’s day (eating, crawling, sleeping) Collecting pretend leaves or toy fruits to "eat" Sorting colored leaves or fruit by number or color Gentle pillow obstacle course for crawling and exploring Making a butterfly house or “bug daycare” for stuffies Pretend rain play (spraying mist, hiding under leaves)

🐛 foods/drinks

Fruit slices in a rainbow row (like The Very Hungry Caterpillar!) Grape “leaves” on sticks Apple sauce, fruit puree pouches, or yogurt Leaf-shaped cookies or crackers Carrot sticks or green apples (garden foods!) Jello “leaves” Cucumber sandwiches or veggie pinwheels Green smoothies or honeydew juice Leaf tea (.mint or chamomile)

🐛 nicknames <3

wigglebug Cattie Lil bug Little wiggle inchy Leaflet cozybug nibbles nibbler snugglepillar wiggles peeper

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

I caught whooping cough so here’s how the Batfam would dress if they got sick:

Steph: pajama pants, fuzzy socks, and an old hoodie that’s probably covered in paint

Bruce: silk pajama

Duke: sweatpants and sweatshirt, but the clothes used to be his parents’ so he can still have that comfort of them sitting next him on his bed rocking him to sleep, like it was before (most of the Batfam had also done this, and occasionally still do)

Dick: thin pajama pants and a tank top, but a giant fluffy bath robe on top with matching slippers

Cass: dinosaur pajama set but also becomes the blanket man

Jason: dinosaur pajama pants and 7 jackets

Damian: dinosaurs pajamas….but expensive

Tim: Hospital gown (no spleen and has gotten the clench before)

[bitingdrivers]

new bones au fic time!! - maxiel, 1.7k -> read on ao3

Daniel knocks on the door three times and waits. 

It's early, 6:30 am, but he had gotten up even earlier – a call that Daniel had been contemplating letting ring through to  voicemail, but had ultimately decided to pick up. 

Now Daniel thinks he should have ignored it – a body was found in a sinkhole during construction work and now he has to go to the crime scene at the crack of dawn. Because it's his job or something. 

There's one positive though – he gets to pick up Max from his apartment. There's something exciting about seeing Max like this, in comfortable cozy clothes, early in the morning. It’s like getting a new piece of the puzzle that is Max Verstappen. 

During the  handful of times Daniel has gotten to do this, Max had been wearing different, new, clothes that he’d never seen before – a nice soft baby blue sweater, a pair of pajama pants with little race cars on it, warm fluffy socks, a big black hoodie, old and loved, from the looks of it. 

And now, as Daniel hears footsteps on the other side of the door, he wonders what Max will wear today. 

The lock clicks and the door opens. Max looks through the crack, his brows furrowed and hair ruffled from sleep. 

“Daniel?” Max croaks. He cracks the door a little more and Daniel uses the moment to slip past him into the flat. 

“Good morning, Bones!” Daniel grins and looks at Max.

As soon as his eyes land on Max, Daniel's brain short-circuits. 

Max is naked. Almost.

He is dressed in only a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Daniel has never seen him this undressed. He can't tear his eyes away from the way Max's black boxers contrast with his pale thighs. Daniel feels his hands itch as he looks at the light fuzzy hair covering Max’s thighs. 

He has to carefully shift his eyes upwards, looking at Max’s t-shirt now. It's white, one of the basic ones he wears to work, but this one is crinkled, like Max left it on the floor and put it on in a rush. 

“What are you doing here so early?” Max asks and Daniel remembers that he's in Max's flat at six in the morning. 

“Uh-Didn't you get a call?” He asks, trying to keep looking into Max’s eyes. 

Max raises a brow.

“A body was found in a sinkhole in Dupont Circle. I'm here to drive you to the crime scene,” Daniel elaborates. 

Max is about to reply when an unfamiliar voice interrupts him. 

“Hey, what's going on?” 

Daniel’s hand jerks to his gun as he looks to the source of the sound. 

There's a guy standing in the doorframe of Max’s bedroom. 

He's also mostly naked, except for the navy boxers on his hips. He's tall, taller than Max, with dark hair and slightly tanned skin. 

Daniel doesn't like him – the guy is too smug and proprietary, he looks at both of them with a smirk, and it makes Daniel want to punch him. 

“Colin,” Max says, turning around. “This is my partner, Daniel. We are needed at a crime scene.”

Daniel tries really hard to stop looking at Colin, instead looking around him at Max’s flat. It’s spacious, with high ceilings and big windows. You can clearly see a touch of Max here – anthropology journals scattered around, more weird sculptures and trinkets covering shelves and counters. The floor is covered in a plush ornamental rug, a big comfortable couch sits in the middle of the living room. 

Daniel decides that Colin looks wildly out of place here, like his whole being clashes with the gentle softness of Max’s flat.

Then Daniel’s brain catches up with what's going on – the way both Max and Colin are mostly naked, how Max was reluctant to let Daniel in. The realization violently clicks into place and he immediately feels the need to leave. 

“Y-yeah. I-We need to go,” Daniel stammers, moving towards the door. “Bones, how about I wait in the car?”

Max tracks his movement. “Sure, I will be ready in…10-15 minutes?” he asks. 

“Yeah, yeah. No problem,” Daniel splutters, already half out the door. He is about to leave when he remembers his manners, even though he doesn't want to be nice to Colin. 

“And uh. It was nice meeting you, Colin.” Daniel tries to smile. He hopes it doesn't look like a snarl. 

“Sure man, you too,” Collin replies, the same smirk playing on his lips. Daniel  still wants to punch him. 

“Okay, 15 minutes, Bones,” Daniel throws behind his shoulder and closes the door after himself. 

***

“You are being weird,” Max says, looking at Daniel's side profile. 

“I'm not being weird,” Daniel tenses and grips the wheel even tighter. 

He is definitely being weird. As soon as Max got into the car, Daniel handed him a can of Redbull without saying anything and started driving. 

Max is not the best at “reading the room”, but even he can tell the atmosphere in the car is awkward – they usually talk on their way to the crime scene, but this time they sat in silence, even the radio is off, only the sounds of the road around them keeping the silence from being unbearable. 

“You are. Is it because of me being gay?” Max asks, trying to keep his voice as flat as possible. 

That's the only explanation to Daniel's behavior, albeit not a reasonable one. Max knows Daniel is not homophobic, they've had cases that involved talking to gay people and Daniel never showed any kind of sigh of disgust or protest. 

But maybe, it was because Daniel didn't know any of those people personally. Maybe he has a problem with Max being gay. Maybe Daniel has no problem with gay people as long as he doesn’t have to work with one. 

Max tries to not feel hurt. This wouldn't be the first time he met a homophobe of course, but years of being in a field full of scientists made him forget not all people are normal about homosexuality. And Daniel really didn’t seem like he would have a problem with this.

“What?” Daniel splutters, glancing at Max with his eyebrows raised. “No, it's not because of you… of that!” He suddenly looks angry, shoulders tense.

“Well, what's wrong then? Why are you being weird and silent?” Max feels annoyance rising in himself. He hates feeling this – like he's done something wrong. Even though he knows he didn't. 

“Bones, stop. I'm not being weird!” Daniel exclaims and takes a breath. “I just didn't expect…seeing a guy in your flat.”

“And what do you want me to do?” Max snaps. He hits his hand on the window as he throws his arms into the air. It makes him even more annoyed. 

“Maybe I should warn you everytime I'm planning on having sex with a man inside my own house?” Max snarks. 

“I'm not trying to pick a fight, Max!” Daniel explodes, slicing his hand through the air. Then he returns to gripping the wheel. His knuckles are white. 

“Let's just get to the crime scene and do our jobs, okay?” Daniel says through his teeth, glaring at Max. 

“Fine!” Max throws, crossing his arms and looking out the window. 

They have to drive for another 20 minutes.

***

Max knocks on Daniel’s door and waits. 

This whole day was stupid – their argument in the car ruined the mood and they had kept arguing and jabbing at each other all day. 

At one point Daniel brought up Colin, said something about him being a jerk. It made Max even more mad – it's not like Daniel has any say in his personal life. 

And he wasn't planning on meeting with Colin again anyway, the man wasn't intellectually satisfying, despite being good in bed. Max tried explaining this to Daniel, but that spurred even more arguments about love and other stupid irrational things.

They've never argued this much. Small arguments and spats here and there, but not like this. At the end of the day the others had to do an intervention. 

Charles gathered all of them in the lounge and told them to make up or he would ask Oscar to play their therapist. 

The possibility of having to talk with  Oscar about their argument sounded horrifying to all three of them so Daniel immediately invited Max to his place after work so they could talk it out.

The door swings open and Max is brought back out of his thoughts by Daniel, who's dressed in a big FBI branded t-shirt and a pair of joggers. 

“Hey, come in,” Daniel says and moves to let Max in. 

Max sits at the small kitchen table as Daniel brings them both a bottle of beer. When they've taken a few sips, Daniel speaks up. 

“Listen…Max, I'm sorry for acting like a dick today,” he says, not looking up, scraping off the label from the bottle. 

“It's oka–” Max starts, but Daniel interrupts him. 

“Let me just say what I want to say, yeah?” Daniel says, keeping his eyes trained on the bottle. He takes a breath. 

“I wasn't mad at you, okay? And I don't have anything against gay people either,” he finally looks up at Max. “I-Uh. Been with men myself.”

Max feels relief washing over him. He won’t admit it, but he was really worried. He doesn’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if Daniel didn’t want to work with him anymore.

“You're gay too?” Max asks, raising his brows.

Daniel chuckles. “Uh-No. At least I don't call myself one.”

Max nods. 

“I guess I just got surprised today, when I saw Colin at your house. I really didn't expect it,” Daniel admits, rubbing his neck. 

“The recent study showed that up to 10% of the world's population doesn't identify as heterosexual, you shouldn't have been so surprised, Daniel,” Max explains, shaking his head a little. 

Daniel chuckles again, but this time it feels real. 

“So, we're good?” he asks, raising his bottle. 

“Yes, of course,” Max raises his own bottle and clinks it with Daniel’s. 

“And… thank you, Daniel,” Max says before taking a sip. “For telling me.”

Daniel smiles. Max smiles back.

[other-mechs-hcs]

Sleepwear hcs (expanding on my Tim robe one):

Jonny: boxers and a sleep belt (of course)

Tim: the "dead husband" robe

Drumbot: fancy silk pajamas

Ashes: nothing. they run hot so even if they fall asleep wearing something they'll wake up with it thrown across the room

Ivy: sweatpants and an old tshirt

Nastya: patterned pajama pants with matching fuzzy socks and whatever hoodie she's decided to steal

Raphaella: oversized T-shirt, absolutely nothing underneath

Marius: the "who goes there" fit (nightcap and lantern included)

Toy Soldier: only its hat.

I fw this

[things-for-your-little-mindset]

ghost regressor? Or rudolph regressor?

Choose wisely, you can only pick one

I choose... ghost !

things for your ghosty regressor ! ( 👻 )

Snacks & Drinks

Ghost Meringues – Light and airy meringue cookies shaped like little ghosts with tiny chocolate chip eyes. Phantom Popcorn – White chocolate-drizzled popcorn with a sprinkle of edible silver or pastel stars. Moon Jelly Pudding – Soft, wobbly milk-based jelly with a hint of vanilla or lavender, topped with edible glitter. Soul Cakes – Traditional soft spiced cakes (like snickerdoodles but fluffier) decorated with tiny frosting skulls. Spectral Milk – Warm vanilla milk tinted with a tiny bit of lavender or blue food coloring. Whispering Wind Drink – A pear and white grape juice mix with a little club soda for a light, airy feel. Ectoplasm Fizz – A fizzy drink made with lemon-lime soda and a swirl of green sherbet

Outfit ideas

Oversized white or pale blue sweater

White or lavender pajama pants

Fuzzy socks with little ghosties or stars

A soft, sheer cape or flowy cardigan

White earmuffs or a headband

Glow-in-the-dark ghost or moon stickers on clothes for an extra magical touch

Sheer white or gray flowy dress or nightgown with lace details

Light, layered fabrics like chiffon or tulle to mimic a ghostly, floating effect

White tights with a soft pattern like stars, fog, or sparkles

A gauzy scarf or translucent shawl to drape over shoulders

Skeleton leggings or ghost-print joggers

Cute ghost face hoodie with a little ghost hood or ears

Fingerless gloves with tiny cobweb or skeleton patterns

Dark boots or fuzzy slippers with tiny ghost faces on them

Activities

Ghost Plushie Cuddles – Snuggle with ghost-shaped plushies or make your own with felt and stuffing! DIY Ghostie Crafts – Make paper ghosts, ghost garlands, or paint little wooden ghosts. Ghost-Themed Coloring Pages – Color cute ghosts, haunted houses, or moonlit graveyards. Sticker Decorating – Use ghost, star, and fog-themed stickers in a journal or on your water bottle. Build a Cozy Ghost Fort – Use blankets and fairy lights to make a soft, haunted hideaway. Ghost Storytime (Not Too Spooky!) – Read or listen to cute ghost stories (like Ghosts by Raina Telgemeier or The Little Ghost Who Was a Quilt). Watch Soft-Spooky Movies – Movies like Casper, Kiki’s Delivery Service, or ParaNorman have the perfect ghosty vibes Make a Ghost Friend (Paper or Plushie) – Draw, sew, or cut out a ghost friend and name them Play With Glow-in-the-Dark Toys – Use glow sticks, ghost squishies, or LED lights to make a glowing ghost world. Ghost-Themed Dress-Up – Wear ghost pajamas, a sheet ghost outfit, or a spooky onesie Candlelight or Fairy Light Time – Sit in soft lighting and enjoy a warm drink like a cozy little spirit

Games

Hello neighbor!

Goosebumps horror town

Idle Ghost Hotel

Halloween scary roblox games (look below)

(Examples for a cute theme: Ghost simulator, Halloween night, Pumpkin Carving Simulator, Murder mittens.)

(Examples for an actual scary theme: Specter, The Mimic, Don't sleep, Subconscious, Evade)

Songs & Playlists

Playlist by silly Playlist by Nicholas659 Any Halloween songs work ! Ghost song / Ghost duet / Ghost Choir.

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

theirs to share

a/n : jjk characters not mine. contains heavy lemons / mature scenes as the story progresses. reverse harem. femoc x nanami/geto/gojo. jjk alternate au. Wattpad Link : Theirs to Share || Story Masterlist : Jujutsu Kaisen

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ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

CHAPTER THREE

The movie was long forgotten, background noise to the delicious chaos that had taken over Shoko’s dorm room. You were all tangled up in blankets and snacks, makeup wipes and face masks tossed around the floor like confetti. Pajamas were the official dress code—Shoko in a worn-out med school shirt and shorts, Mei Mei looking like silk royalty, and you in your comfiest oversized tee and fuzzy socks.

The air was warm with the scent of nail polish, popcorn, and just a hint of bad decisions.

You were halfway through laughing at some dumb scene in the romcom playing on screen when Shoko, deadpan and deadly, popped her lollipop out of her mouth and said:

“So… who are you going to pick?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Mei Mei said with a slow smile, lounging like a cat draped in silk. “Nanami, Gojo, Geto—you’re practically the center of a shonen reverse harem.”

Your face burst into flames. “I am not! That’s insane!”

“Oh, is it?” Shoko arched a brow. “Let’s break it down.”

“Oh my god, please don’t break it down—”

But she was already counting on her fingers.

“Nanami is the responsible, repressed one who’d build you a life with stable finances and quiet mornings. Geto is your edgy philosopher boyfriend who wants to read Nietzsche with you at 2am. And Gojo—Gojo’s a hot mess express, but he’s obsessed with you.”

“SHOKO!”

Mei Mei grinned. “Gojo would 100% make it a contest. Geto would let it be a contest just to watch him squirm. And Nanami would pretend to be above it, but internally combust the second you looked at someone else.”

“I will actually self-destruct,” you groaned, burying your face into a pillow.

“Honestly,” Shoko added casually, “why not just choose them all?”

“What?!”

“Poly is efficient,” Mei Mei said with a shrug. “Assuming they’re willing to share.”

You launched a stuffed bear at her. “You’re all ridiculous!”

“Am I wrong though?” Shoko stretched out like a lizard on a rock. “You're already emotionally halfway there. You patch up Nanami’s soul, you’re Geto’s anchor to sanity, and Gojo… well, he stares at you like you put the stars in the sky.”

You wheezed. “We haven’t even graduated yet!”

“That’s the best time for chaos,” Mei Mei purred.

And just as you were about to say something snarky—

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!”

All heads turned toward the doorway, where Utahime stood in her pajama pants and hoodie, clutching a pillow like a shield, her face redder than a fire jujutsu curse.

“I—I came in to ask if you wanted more popcorn—and I walk into this?!”

Mei Mei smiled like a cat with cream. “Oh good, you’re here. Perfect timing. We were just ranking which boy should get which day of the week.”

Utahime screamed into her pillow.

Shoko popped her candy stick back in her mouth. “Tuesdays are Gojo’s, we already agreed.”

“I—I—I—THAT’S—YOU CAN’T JUST—!”

You wheezed. “We are not making a bed schedule, oh my god, STOP!”

“Why not?” Shoko said. “You already have emotional bonds with all three. The logistics are the next logical step.”

Utahime squeaked. “THERE SHOULD BE NO LOGISTICS! NO SCHEDULE! NO—BED SHARING!”

Mei Mei nodded sagely. “That’s true. Might be easier if they all just took turns watching.”

Utahime made a sound like a dying kettle and threw herself onto the floor, face buried in a cushion. “I CAN’T HEAR THIS. I’M TOO PURE FOR THIS.”

You were crying with laughter now, doubled over, your face aching.

“Guys, I cannot—”

Utahime lifted her head with the most betrayed expression. “And you! You’re just sitting there, letting them corrupt you! You can’t seriously be considering—three?! At once?! That’s beyond—beyond—everything!”

You giggled, wiping your eyes. “I’m not doing anything! We’re just joking!”

“She’s imagining it though,” Shoko said, oh so helpfully.

“I AM NOT!” you yelled.

Mei Mei twirled her hair around her finger. “You kind of are.”

Utahime looked like she was about to combust. “You’re all demons in cute pajamas!”

You flopped back dramatically. “I just wanted snacks and self-care. Not a full-blown mental breakdown over the idea of Gojo scheduling cuddle nights.”

“Too late now,” Shoko smirked.

Utahime whined, curling up into a blanket. “I’m going to need therapy. So much therapy.”

You smiled fondly at your girls, chaos and all. Your chest ached a little from how full your heart felt.

“I love you all,” you sighed. “But you’re completely unhinged.”

“Love you too,” Shoko said, kicking a chip bag off her foot.

“Anytime,” Mei Mei replied, already reaching for your hair again.

Utahime just muttered, “I’m praying for your soul.”

Little did they know, just outside the door…

They didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

Really, they didn’t.

It was just that Satoru had smelled popcorn down the hallway and dragged Suguru with him under the guise of “being neighborly,” which had somehow turned into a full-on stealth operation with Nanami tailing behind—definitely not because he was curious. Just… worried. About snacks. And the noise level. And, you know, you.

But none of them expected to stop dead in their tracks behind a slightly ajar door, hearing that conversation.

“Nanami is the responsible, repressed one who’d build you a life with stable finances and quiet mornings. Geto is your edgy philosopher boyfriend who wants to read Nietzsche with you at 2am. And Gojo… Gojo’s a hot mess express, but he’s obsessed with you.”

Three pairs of eyes widened. Three egos rattled. Three hearts skipped.

Then—

“Honestly, why not just choose them all?”

Satoru’s lips parted. “Huh.”

Suguru tilted his head. “Well that’s… bold.”

Nanami flushed down to his neck and turned abruptly away. “This is not our business.”

But he didn’t walk away.

Not even when you laughed and said, “We haven’t even graduated yet!”

Not even when Mei Mei purred, “So? Chaos doesn’t wait for a diploma.”

Not even when Utahime, clearly horrified, yelled, “YOU CAN’T DATE THREE BOYS AT ONCE!”

The boys stood there like stunned statues, processing the chaos, the confessions, the insane possibility that you might—just might—see them the way they secretly saw you.

And then, as if on cue, they all left.

Quietly.

Separately.

Not a word spoken between them.

Satoru walked the halls alone, hands in his pockets, sunglasses pushed up like they could shield him from what he’d heard. His brain was spinning in Satoru -fashion: too fast, too loud, but dangerously focused.

You wanted them?

All of them?

That… that shouldn’t make his heart feel like it just did a somersault.

He’d always joked. Flirted. Pushed the line. But part of him—the stupid part—had hoped maybe you saw the real him. The lonely, tired Satoru behind the arrogance and smirks.

And now, the thought of sharing you?

Weirdly… not terrible.

He wouldn’t mind. Not if it meant he got to keep you. See you smile. Maybe he’d get Tuesdays. And Thursdays. Maybe more, if he asked nicely.

He grinned to himself, a little flushed. “Guess I am obsessed.”

Suguru found a quiet stairwell, sat down, leaned his head back against the wall. His hair was down, still messy from the earlier spar. You’d said once it looked good that way. He remembered.

His mind was quieter than Suguru’s, but heavier. Darker.

You thought about him.

Still.

Even after everything. Even after he’d started slipping into that bitter space no one else noticed.

You were the light pulling him back.

But could he share that light?

Could he watch you laugh with Satoru, be held by Nanami, and not let the jealousy rot him from the inside?

He didn’t know.

But he knew this: if you wanted it—them, him, everything—he���d try. For you, he would try.

Maybe that was love. Or maybe it was just madness.

But he didn’t care.

Nanami was outside, pacing under the cold stars.

He felt like the ground was falling out from beneath him.

You wanted all three.

That wasn’t what shook him.

It was the part where his mind didn’t immediately reject the idea. Where some primal, soft part of him imagined not competing, not fighting, but being enough, alongside them. For you.

He didn’t care about Satoru. Or Suguru.

But he did care about you.

If this made you happy—if it meant you got to feel safe, loved, cared for—he’d find a way to live with it. Work with them. Teamwork, right?

He sighed, rubbed the back of his neck.

God, he was in deep.

Elsewhere, in the same night, you were laughing with your friends, completely unaware that three very dangerous, very emotionally confused teenage sorcerers were walking around in the dark, trying to figure out if they'd just agreed—in their own silent, brooding way—to share you.

Not with each other.

But for you.

Because if that’s what you wanted?

They were already yours.

[forest-of-snakes]

The best kind of being sick is laying in your bed extremely anxious wearing fuzzy pajama pants, a cat hoodie, petting your cat, with cat wall paper, watching Dan and Phil wearing cat/wolf ears, with a cat blanket, wearing cat socks, drawing cats, I’m dying :,3

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

[resting in bed, kicking their feet and slaying the fluffy pink pajamas as well as bright fluffy pink socks —for real—] Teehee, I have a writing prompt for you!

Which kind of pajamas the mercs use? How do they sleep with them?

Take care! ^-^

What Kind Of Pajamas Do The TF2 Mercs Wear?

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Sometimes I forget people have nice pajamas, I wear a pair of thrifted men's pajama pants with holes and a hoodie 😭 (I love it dw)

Mutual appreciation comment time! Love seeing you pop up! I'm always like ❗️that's my mutual! They're so cool!!!

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Demo- This man wears wine mom pj's and I will die on this hill. He wears a shirt that says "wine o'clock!" And has pajama pants with little wine glasses and bottles on them. Has multiple other wine pun-themed pajama shirts, each time he wears one you can feel Scout physically cringe. He's just so silly like that. But I don't think he sleeps in the wine shirts, he just wears them when he has to put a shirt on after he's ready for bed. Also has wine socks, to match his whole outfit ofc.

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Engineer- Wears dad pajamas. I'm sorry. But like? He seems like the kind of guy to wear thick ass flannel pajama pants with an equally as thick matching button-up. He's got fuzzy slippers (also flannel). Wears socks with those silly dad socks. Wears the entire get up to bed every night. Such a silly goose!

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Heavy- Genuinely wears old man pajamas. Wears a plain T-shirt, some warm pajama pants, and a robe. Has bunny slippers, please let me give this man bunny slippers. I don't know guys, in my head, he's so cartoonish. Sleeps in a bed with a patterned comforter has his slippers on and likes handing out the blanket bc it's too small. Ough, silly guy.

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Medic- I'm frothing at the mouth. But I'm also torn. I want to say he dresses up in that goofy-looking "Christmas Carol" nightgown with a nightcap and everything but at the same time? I can imagine this man in either white, pink, or red, silk pajamas, you know the ones. In my mind, fits his whole teen girl vibe. This all implies he sleeps, which is a rarity, but when he does it is very glamorous.

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Scout- Minecraft pajamas. Kidding! Half kidding? I think he sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers instead of actual pajamas. Minecraft t-shirts and themed boxers? Yeah. Has some thick pairs of clothes for colder nights. Mainly just some nice pajamas pants and a thick hoodie.

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Sniper- No pajamas. Wears jeans and a tank top, and a T-shirt if it's chilly. I don't think this man has ever worn pajamas. But in fairness, I don't think he ever continuously falls asleep. Just works and works and ends up passing out in whatever he's wearing. If he ever does finally decide to actually get some rest he has been known to just sleep in boxers.

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Spy- Old Hollywood robe. All I need to say. Has an intense sleep routine, wears an eye mask, puffs up all his pillows, and flops onto his bed dramatically with a sigh after a long day. Dramatic bitch. (loving) Sleeps with a blanket pulled up to his chin, and has like eight fans going. Has to have specific conditions to sleep. Crazy man.

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Soldier- I can't tell if this man respects the flag code with every fiber of his being or if he'd wear an entire American flag-themed pajama set. I'll go with a mix of both. Wears sweatpants and one of those cliché 4th of July t-shirts that every beer drinking white dad wears. Or he doesn't wear anything, the TF2 fandom has seemed to deam this man someone who doesn't understand the importance of clothes.

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Pyro- Unicorn onesie! Or some other form of onesie. They aren't particular. They like comfortable clothes and bonus points if it's really cute too. Has a collection of them. One time Pyro saw Ppy wearing an eye mask and bought one to try. Looks very silly on top of their gas mask. Overall, all these guys are really silly.

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Used the word silly way to much. Probably used goofy too much too. I was in a mood you could say.

I hope you like this! This was a favorite to write:) Sorry it took so long, I got way too tired last night to finish this. Also, hope I answered the question right because I kept second-guessing myself halfway through each one 😭

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[unfaes]

` ✱ druid's  comfort  list ! ( ... )

FOODS.   greek yogurt (banana or lemon!). grilled cheese. pesto pasta. pears. strawbs. nerds gummy clusters. blueberry scones! DRINKS.   very dirty chai. dr. pepper. earl grey tea. peppermint / caramel hot chocolate. guava monsters. guava smoothies! MOVIES.   stardust. the hobbit trilogy. how to train your dragon. the lion, the witch and the wardrobe. mamma mia! star wars! SHOWS.   phantom of the opera (yep i'm counting broadway). avatar: the last airbender / the legend of korra. the 10th kingdom. orphan black. warehouse 13. wynonna earp! CLOTHING.   fuzzy pajama pants. hoodies. grippy socks. glasses. SONGS. stuck here with me by grandson. florida!!! by taylor swift & f+tm. little talks by of monsters and men. come over (again) by the crawlers. we looked like giants by death cab for cutie! BOOKS.   fablehaven by brandon mull. the chronicles of narnia by C.S. lewis. a series of unfortunate events by lemony snicket. the dresden files by jim butcher. divergent by veronica roth! GAMES.   baldur's gate 3. little hope. until dawn. rocket league. kya: dark lineage. sly cooper 2

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