even if it was about the onesies


New Years baby 2017! BB-TECHIE!

Leader Snoke decides to make a clone of General Hux to test the first order’s cloning technology… they ended up with a cherishable little slip of paper with some itchy blue space allergy eyes, who loves blue milk and his new space daddies. co-commanding and co-parenting Hux and Kylo begrudgingly get romantically closer as they raise Techie as their own.

here’s hoping for hux. 2017 dont be as cruel as 2016. LET HUX LIIIIVE.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

Day One Hundred and Thirty-Four

-While clocking in, I heard my coworker mention “busting a move in the bathroom.” My legal team has advised me to disclose that this is an entirely unrelated fact, but I have finally found the title for my upcoming debut ska EP.

-A child was rolled away after his mother’s purchase, and not a moment too soon. The forty-something woman behind them had some constructive-adjacent criticism for him and began to aggressively mock his inability to tell apart characters from Thomas the Tank Engine. I aspire to be like this woman, such a strong authority on a subject as to shamelessly school a toddler for such an elementary mistake.

-Today, I am confronting an entity I despise nearly as fervently as the Minions. At the start of my shift, I found myself stationed next to a Boss Baby display of unsettling proportions. I came to terms with this at 11:33, a fact I took note of, as I began a timer to see how long I could go before punting the arrogant entrepreneur all the way to electronics.

-A full roll of stickers was delivered to my lane. I am glad my brand is known enough that my coworkers know what to do when faced with fresh stickers. However, not to look a gift-manager in the mouth, I do wish I had options other than Christmas designs in July.

-A sweet grandmother was very excited about her purchase: a cozy onesie of a bear for her grandson. She raved about how cute it was, and how it even had a small top hat. I am very pleased for her, but I am unsure whether or not it is my place to break the news that she is dressing the boy up as a grizzly demonic animatronic from a franchise decidedly not meant to be marketed this heavily to grade-schoolers.

-It is no secret that I take great joy in riding our motorized shopping carts. Today I have been blessed with enough opportunity to hone my craft into a true art. I organized the cart return area without once dismounting my trusty steed and even took to the untamed wilderness of the parking lot to retrieve an abandoned one. All of the smooth maneuvers I have nailed today are proof that I would make a perfect getaway driver, and I am just one killer track away from being the Baby of shopping center heists.

Friends Don’t Do That (Hyungwon x Reader)

Admin: Candi
“hey can i request a hyungwon smut pls? in which he’s like needy and whiny – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Hyungwon X Reader
Genre/warning(s):  fluffy smut?
Words: 2.6k
Authors note: He is one of my bias from Monsta X so like I’m in love with him? Hope you enjoy this fic

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otakugirl-art  asked:

Head cannon about Junkrat, Roadhog, Reaper, Soldier76, Zenyatta, McCree, Genji and Hanzo raising babies/children?? That was a lot of characters, whoops.

~I only do up to 5 characters so I’ll just do the first five. Feel free to send another request for the others/more. 


  • Their first word was ‘Boom’ Junkrat was ecstatic. Roadhog wasn’t. 
  • Junkrat is the baby’s uncle. Roadhog didn’t have a say and doesn’t particularly mind. They both have a lot of energy, if he can tired them both out together it’s killing two birds with one stone.
  • There’s definitely pictures of the baby sleeping on his stomach. Junkrat took thousands of pictures of them.
    • The baby’s first bomb: It’s only a toy that lets out confetti but Roadhog still looks terrified.
    • Their first steps: Toward Roadhog. They landed in his arms.
    • The day they created their first weapon: It’s an older model of Roadhog’s hook in a launcher. It was modified to shoot the hook and to shoot bombs on another setting. Junkrat and Roadhog are proud of the kid’s ingenuity.
  • The fridge is overloaded with their drawings and grades. In the later years, he stores the older ones in the attic. The attic is full of memories. 


  • His baby’s first language is Spanish because it’s the language he speaks most often. Their first word was Mío (Mine). They quickly learned the word ‘No’ after that. 
  • One of those parents that hand makes their kid’s Halloween costumes. 
  • The teachers fear him. If his kid is in trouble, he’s down at the office immediately ready to raise Hell. 
  • The PTA Mom™. He’s got the whole place on lockdown. He doesn’t get along with anyone but no one dares to try and tell him he’s wrong about what’s best for the children. 
    • Makes the cookies for the meetings. 

Soldier 76: 

  • Their first word was ‘da-da’ He cried when they said it. 
  • He’s got billions of home movies of his kid. They’ll be embarrasing blackmail later but honestly, he just likes filming their smiles and laughs. 
  • He’s tired. Someone give him a nap. I can only imagine him with the most hyperactive child to counterbalance him. 
  • He’s not the best when it comes to emotionally connecting to his kid because of how gruff he can be but when it comes to expressing interest, he’s got it down to a science. 
    • His kid likes this new thing? He knows all about it in two days. 
    • New TV show they’re obsessed with? He’s all caught up. 
    • New video game? He’s not good but he can play. 
    • New sport they want to try? He’s at all the games. 


  • Zenyatta’s baby took a while to speak. He started getting worried. They said their first word in Zenyatta’s garden. It was ‘Flower’ He melted.
  • He lets them ride in his lap and loves to hear them giggle as they float around. They fall asleep in it often too. He loves to feel their heartbeat against him.
  • A big fan of fluffy onesies with animals on them. He likes to play with their little feet. 
    • Also a fan of overalls. 
    • and footie pajamas when they get a little older.
  • They remind him of how wonderful humanity is. The world is still full of surprises for him and double the amount for them. Watching them learn about the world and seeing their wide awe filled eyes is easily his favorite thing.


  • Their first word was ‘uh oh’ when they caused a big mess and McCree couldn’t even get upset about it. 
    • They’re a clumsy kid in general. They had a lot of bumps and bruises all the time. A few scars here and there. Nothing major. 
    • McCree is constantly scrambling to keep up with them. 
  • He’s the parent that always leaves his baby in a diaper and just let’s them run around without anything else on. 
  • 9 out of 10 times when he’s missing his hat, his kid has it. They like to dress up as him. He has pictures. 
  • A family cook out kind of dad. Makes the best burgers and plays sports with them if they like to. The cook outs have everyone over and the kid gets to sees the other overwatch members and play with their kids. It’s a fun time for everyone. 

(Requests are open!!)

i never knew i would care so much about any of this behind-the-scenes shit regarding the gaming channel and the room itself??? but wtf!! the closet full of onesies!!!!! the drawers stuffed with random crap that they definitely spent time organizing and setting up together!!!! dan talking about phil doing the hard ‘administrative’ side post-filming that involves storing all the video files and cataloguing them appropriately!!! i even was fascinated by their camera and the lights and the fancy ass dial to control the brightness settings and the tangled clusterfuck of wires and the entirely excessive number of monitors,,,,, and how every single thing in that room was referred to with “we” and “our” and “us” bc like they truly co-own every last bit of their expensive equipment and filming gear. everything about the gaming channel is genuinely a joint effort and this was actually top content i’m feelin blessed

hope-film submitted: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAB!!! You’re really an amazing person who deserves nothing but love and appreciation for everything you do. I first followed you because I wanted more bts content but I really wasn’t expecting you to be as wonderful as you are. Even though i mostly talk to you on anon you’re the absolute best when it comes to interacting with your followers. Never short of the advise, attitude and memes. So really thanks for being you; talented, honest, helpful, sassy, hilarious, inspirational, beautiful and so much more!!

couldn’t get you a cake but hope you enjoy this SAB-wish instead ; ) ♡♡♡♡♡

(sab-wich drawn by @puzzlepeace ^^ )




  • you: whatcha thinking about
  • me: there's no way taako wont forgive lucretia, he Will forgive her bc she's his sister as well- they may not have been blood related but the seven of them were the only fucking people they had left for a whole god damn century and they were a family. when lup and barry were off researching how to stop the light of creation's energy from being tracked who do you think taako teased. who was the one who wrote down taako's jokes and recipes and reminded him of them when it was a particularly rough cycle. we don't know if lucretia ever died during the cycles but the chances are she did at least several times despite how cautious she was and i think the weight of that would weigh on all of them even taako. im pretty sure she was the baby of the family essentially until the year alone. we've seen from even before the stolen century arc the witty one liners lucretia says towards the boys so you just know that they were the kids laughing until one in the morning bc she said something like "hot diggity shit that is a baller onesie merle" in her dead pan lucretia way. they both get exasperated with magnus and merle's antics, they both love angus mcdonald, they say hilarious shit, lucretia and taako have things in common that tie them together and there's no way that you can spend a full century with someone caring about them and then not eventually forgive
  • you: ohkay
Dream State

Requested: yup, by Anon.

Summary: Richie has constant nightmares about Reader during the IT Battle, in which they always get hurt and or die. He gets scared and wakes them up thinking they’re dead.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x (she/her) reader

Warnings!: Richie’s swearing/offensive jokes, and some gore.

A/N: I’m not good at describing things I’m sorry, readers. It’s also a song fic, the song is here: Ur mom


Richie panted while running throughout the sewers, the greywater brushing against his ankles like rough beach waves. He could hear (Y/N)’s voice screaming out to him in pain and distress, and he couldn’t have been more worried and scared than then.

“Richie! Please! Help me!” (Y/N) called out with a raspy, dry voice. Richie’s eyes stung while he looked for the way to her, having only her voice to use as a hint. “Richie!” He felt his cheeks get wet while he cried in stress, he was scared to lose her. She was someone he could always count on, she got his jokes and didn’t take it to heart. 

“(Y/N)! I’m coming, I just- I’m coming!” Richie turned a corner and came to see IT’s lair filled with junk from lost kids and his “circus”. Richie’s breath hitched when he saw Pennywise holding up (Y/N) by her neck, her eyes red from crying and dull from him destroying her mind and soul. 

The clown turned to him with a sinister grin stretching across his pale and bloodied face, “Too late, Richie.” Richie’s eyes widened as the six-foot clown dropped you to the shit watered sewer flood, your body lifeless with dull grey eyes.

He noticed your hand twitch and reach up to him, “Why didn’t you save me?” Tears flowed down his cheeks like a waterfall, making subtle drops in the still water. He let out a sob and wanted to run over to you, but his legs were almost glued to the ground as your eyes fluttered shut. Pennywise took long strides over to Richie, towering over him while he leaned down to his height. 

“Wake up, Richie,” His chilling voice echoed against the shit stained sewer walls. His eyes glowed orange while they stared into Richie, seeing past his facade and into his deepest fears. “You’re weak. Weak! Weak, weak, weak, weak! You can’t save anyone.” Richie’s eyes stung more as he shut them tightly.

“No, I’m not!” As he yelled, he shot up from his bed with beads of sweat covering his forehead. Richie rubbed his eyes and reached for his taped up glasses. He placed them on his nose and looked around the room at the emptiness. He was at home, safe. But where were you? “(Y/N)!” 

Richie bolted out of his bed in his spaceship printed onesie, grabbing his shoes and slipping them on carefully before grabbing his flashlight. You lived a few houses down and Richie knew you stayed up late, but it was five in the morning. Who would be awake? You, he thought. As Richie slipped quietly out the door to not wake up his mom, he slid through the halls to the front door, where he noticed the patter of rain from outside.

“God damn it!” Richie whispered to himself and slipped off his shoes and grabbed his mom’s bright pink galoshes. He’d never been out in the rain, so he didn’t own any of his own. So he used his mom’s. Anything for you, after all. Once he slipped on the oversized rain boots, he grabbed his flashlight back and opened the door. “I’m coming, (Y/N).” 

He ran down his front steps and made a left to your house. Rain fell hard onto his hair and onesie and made him almost soaking by the time he arrived at your backyard. Richie noticed your light still on dimly, so he began throwing pebbles at your window, which wasn’t exactly safe. “(Y/N)!”

You were finishing up homework you forgot to do and heard tapping on your window. It wasn’t the rain, due to your window not facing the falling rain. What was it then? You walked over to the window with a scared stance before opening it. A tiny pebble hit your forehead and you looked down at the attacker, “Hey, who do you- Richie?” 

You saw a drenched Richie standing outside with only pink galoshes and a tight-fitting onesie. You raised an eyebrow then gasped, “Richie! Oh, my God. Go to the patio, I’ll be right there!” He nodded and walked over to your roofed patio with the sound of squishing mud emphasizing his soaking wet body. Rain filled to the top of his boots, too. You immediately grabbed one of your big sweaters and slipped down the stairs towards the back door. 

Once you opened the door, you saw Richie sitting on the patio’s bench with his head hung low. You saw droplets fall from his face and a wave of concern and worry hit you. “Richie?” You walked towards him and sat beside him with a frown. Richie sniffled and you scooted closer to him, “Are you okay?” 

He paused and then shook his head before looking up to meet your eyes with tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He jumped forward and wrapped his arms around you, “I’m sick of chasing you so much. You’re always… taken.” You furrowed your eyebrows but hugged the boy back, rubbing his back in circles.

“What do you mean?” 

Richie looked up and sighed, wiping his eyes with his wet onesie sleeve, “I have nightmares about you every night. That fucking clown always… he always takes you away from me. Then you die and I can’t do anything. I love you, (Y/N). I don’t want to lose you, even if I am an asshole.” You smiled softly and took him into another hug, him letting tears flow more while he sobbed. 

“I don’t want to lose you to that fucking clown.”

You put your right hand up to his face and brushed away any tears rolling by, “Richie, you’re not gonna lose me. I love you too. That clown won’t take me away, I promise. You struck me with a cupid’s bow last Halloween, remember?” He laughed behind his cries and hugged you tightly before you raised his head and kissed his forehead softly.

Richie laughed when you removed his glasses and kissed his cheeks, eyes, forehead, everywhere to make him happy. He looked at you with his bright eyes, “I can’t see right now, but I imagine you’re pretty.” You placed his glasses back on him and he smiled, “I was right. I’d like to save this forever, got a camera?”

“You’re pretty sweet when you’re not joking about dicks,” You kissed him on his nose and punched his shoulder playfully. He pushed your shoulder jokingly and laughed along with you. 

The Unicorn

Summary: Bucky’s away on a mission, and you’re left with an apartment full of boxes to unpack. 

Word Count: 1,394

Warnings: None

A/N: This is dedicated to @writingruna, and she is 110% the inspiration for this (because she may or may not own a unicorn onesie and also because I can just see this happening to her). It was also written when I should have been sleeping but alas, here we are. 

Originally posted by accio-fan-fiction

“Okay, but what are you going to do? You can’t just hang out in your apartment, all by yourself, all weekend.”

Wanda tugged at your arm, which had been retreating into your jacket, her bottom lip stuck out into a pout. You smiled and gently pulled away, snickering lightly when both Wanda and Natasha made noises of complaint.

“I think you’re both imagining me watching sad romance movies and listening to love ballads in my pajamas,” you said, cocking an eyebrow. “But I do actually have some unpacking to do, you know.”

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undertakershairline  asked:

I’m so sad after that video...if you can. Could we have a polysanders fluffy extravaganza? I can’t Handle This

Me this afternoon after finally fully waking up and recovering from the angst:



“Smile, Logan!” Patton called from behind, startling the logical side when a camera fell in front of his face.  The flash went off and Patton retracted the camera with a giggle.  “Aw, it’s so cute!”

“Pat, what are you doing?” Logan asked as he spun around in his chair, confusion written on his face.

“Noooooothing,” Patton said, twisting at the hips.  “Gotta go!”

Virgil hated having his picture taken, that much Patton knew.  But, when he saw the anxious side sitting there doing really neato, my goodness makeup, well he couldn’t help himself.  Patton produced his camera and “stealthily” hid himself from Virgil’s line of sight.

The camera went off, and by the time Virgil looked up, Patton was gone and Virgil could hear the distant sound of snickering.

Getting Roman’s picture was a lot easier than getting the other two’s.  Patton simply left his camera in the commons room over night, and when he checked it the next morning, he found that it was filled with roughly 50 selfies - all of which were Princey’s.  Some of them even had the other two, but they both gave Roman glares in the photos.  Still, it made Patton smile.

Logan thought it was strange.  For over a week at this point, he’d felt like someone was always watching him.  Granted, when he turned around he usually saw Patton standing there with his hands behind his back.  

The moral side had also gotten very fond of whistling, both Logan and Virgil noticed.

So, when Logan saw the camera Roman had been flaunting around a few nights before just sitting on the table, Logan let his curiosity get the best of him.  He clicked the camera on and pulled up the photos, confusion falling over his face.  All the photos were of them.  So many pictures of Logan, Roman, and Virgil.  So many Roman selfies, so many confused and startled Logan looks, and so many concentrated faces from Virgil.  Heck, even a few photos of Logan reading to Virgil…

And yet, there were no pictures of Patton.  Interesting. “Roman!” Logan called.

“Yeeees, Pocket Protector?” 

Logan held out the camera, letting Roman look through the photos.  “Do you see the issue with these pictures?” Logan asked.

“Yeah…how come all of mine are just selfies?!  Why do you and Virgil get your photos taken for you?!”

Logan sighed and shook his head.  “No…who’s missing from all of these?”

Roman looked once more, eyes widening when it finally clicked.  “Patton!”  Roman scrolled even farther through the photos before grumbling to himself and calling for Virgil.

“What do you guys want?” Virgil asked through a yawn, clearly not exactly awake quite yet.  

“Patton has been collecting pictures of us all,” Roman explained.  “All these photos that probably make him happy, and yet there is not a single one of him with us on here.”

Virgil furrowed his brow and snatched the camera from Roman, checking the pictures himself.  “…We have to do something about that…”

Very rarely did Logan let himself be seen in his onesie, and for good reason.  But, when he saw Patton sittingon the sofa in his own onesie…well, Logan thought that he had the best opportunity with that.  So, he switched into the impractical garment and made his way over to Patton.

“Hey, teach,” Patton greeted, grin growing when he saw how Logan was dressed.  “What’s got you so comfy today?” 

“Um…” Logan fiddled with the camera behind his back, hitting the ‘on’ button as he flopped down beside Patton.  “Smile.” 

The flash disoriented Patton, making him blink.  But, when he looked to his side, he saw Logan with his face buried in his shoulder and the camera he’d been using in the logical side’s hand.  What…?

“See you later, Pat.”

“Hey, Dad,” Virgil called when the moral side stepped into the commons room.  “C’mere for a minute!”

“Alrighty, kiddo…?” Confusion on his face and in his voice, Patton went over and flopped down beside Virgil.  

Virgil pulled out a bag of makeup, jangling it slightly to get Patton’s excitement stirred.  Virgil didn’t have to explain, then, as he started to work on Patton’s face.  “Done,” he finally said, presenting a mirror.

Patton gasped and let out a slight squeal.  “I look like a kitty!”

Virgil snickered and nodded.  “You sure do, Pat…”  With that, Virgil quickly pulled out the camera and snapped a photo of Patton’s excited face.  Before Patton could even say anything, Virgil was gone.

“Padre!” Roman called boisterously as he entered the kitchen.  At the table sat Virgil and Logan (who were ten minutes into a single game of thumb-war) while Patton stood at the stove watching a pan.  

Roman made his way to Patton and tossed an arm around him dramatically, taking out the camera and snapping at least 10 photos of the two of them.

“You too?!” Patton said, making all three look at him in concern.  “I was just taking pictures of you guys to look back on later…why are you taking pictures of me, too?”

It took a moment for the others to pipe up, Logan sheepishly explaining.  “You feel the need to hold onto photos and memories to be happy, yet you don’t look to yourself and anything you can do for happiness…but we do.”

“We love you, Pat,” Virgil said, barely speaking loud enough to be heard.  

“You’re just as important to us as we are to you!” Roman added.

“………I love you guys!” Patton cried out, willing Logan and Virgil to come over and join him and Roman in their hug.  “I love you guys so much!  Like, so, so, so, so, so much!”

“Group selfie!” Roman shouted, holding out the camera as far as he could.  He rested an arm on Virgil’s head, earning a glare from the anxious side, who held onto Logan’s sleeve while Logan stuck his head under Patton’s chin.  

“Aww, you’re all so sweet!” Patton cooed, once again hugging them all tightly.

“And don’t you ever forget that we love you, Patton…”

Patton couldn’t hardly focus on who had said that, heart swelling too much for him to focus.  He loved his family. 

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Request: Idk this has probably been requested already but ommmggg ur boyfriend imagines are GOLD. Whenever you have time could you please maybe do svt hip hop unit as bfs? Also I feel you on the moving thing, I’ve been in my new house for just over a year and a half now and I STILL have boxes shoved in places that I haven’t touched yet so good luck with unpacking!😊
Members: S.coups, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Vernon (svt)
Genre: fluffy as heck
A/N: thank you so much for the compliments and well wishes!! Yeah no my room is chaos rn and I can barely walk past the boxes in the house LOL but at least I have a lamp now haha

Performance unit here: x


  • Congratulations you’ve signed yourself up to be flirted with for the rest of your life 
  • Boyfriend fashion boyfriend attitude,,, what’s his pink hat from change up made from??? Boyfriend material (I just really wanted to make that joke hjdshfje sorry)
  • The one who will nuzzle into you in the mornings and place gentle kisses on your cheek and whisper the most freaking endearing things into your ear
  • And it’s honestly so appealing that it makes you never wanna move but you gotta because oh no responsibilities are calling,,,
  • Maybe just,,,,,, a few more minutes in his arms,,,,,,,,,, it’s not like he can refuse you anyways lmfao
  • He’s just a big snuggler tbh he likes to lay around with you and just be as close as can be,, like it makes his heart swell up with happiness
  • Excessive amounts of pet names in English, Korean, and any other languages you may speak
  • Uses “baby” and “darling” a lot !! He thinks they just sound so nice and they’re so full of affection 
  • Lights up like a child on it’s birthday whenever you call him a nickname back
  • It’s literally one of his favorite things to hear and he always gets really giggly and grabby when you do it (let him hug you right now immediately)
  • A big sappy man who will tell you that he loves you at least once a day
  • No matter how or where or when or if he’s busy or not he will send a freaking carrier pigeon with the message on a tiny scrap of paper if he has to 
  • Doesn’t want you to ever feel down on yourself, so he always showers you with compliments before you can even think about doubting yourself??? He reminds you of all your talents and positive points and that he loves you more than the moon loves the sun and you always gotta cut him off cause otherwise you’ll be there for a long ass time 
  • Likes to feed you how corny but he’s always smiling so cutely you can’t refuse
  • Husband material
  • Loves to talk about his future with you 
  • if you don’t want kids then that’s okay!! he won’t push you!! and if you do then he’s excited to someday start a family with you someday!!
  • Mostly just talks about spending the rest of his life with you, and likes to do it with you sitting in his lap, chest against your back as he wraps his arms around you tightly to keep you snug and close 
  • Because when you guys sit like that, he can picture your future the best, swallowed up by your warmth and the feeling of your fingers in between his own 
  • And he gets that one little soft smile on his face and presses kisses to your neck (not like that ya nasty) and mumbles that he just adores you so much 
  • Freaks out when you get hurt 
  • Will 100% carry you whenever it happens and always asks if you need to go to the hospital 
  • You: It’s just a stubbed toe babe it’s okay-
  • Cheol: BUT WHAT IF YOU BROKE IT???????????
  • LOVES IT when you wear his clothes
  • You just look so cute,,, and it’s like when you’re wrapped up in them you’re showing anyone who can see that you’re all his
  • Will pick you up in a spinning hug when you wear them because it’s just SO PERFECT 
  • He literally thinks you deserve all the love in the world and wants to give it to you himself


  • Looks Emo, but is a Gentle Boy 
  • A boyfriend who very much prefers to show his love through actions rather than words
  • As a result he’s very doting??? Like he may not say The Three Words often but you can see his affection towards you in his actions
  • He always double checks to make sure you’re buckled up, brings you food when you mention you haven’t had a chance to grab lunch, runs errands for you without you even having to ask
  • Wonwoo: I saw you were low on the following items so I got them for you
  • You: Did you have to go out of your way to get those???
  • Wonwoo: It was for you, I wouldn’t have noticed if it was 
  • Wants to watch the sunset with you !!
  • Like straight up go to a secluded place, high up to get the best view of course, with a pile of blankets to sit on and wrap yourselves up in
  • He’ll hold you close with one arm while you guys sip a warm drink of your choice, smiling at each other all excited as the sky begins to change colors 
  • And he just can’t help but thank whatever it was that brought you guys together because this moment was exactly where he wanted to be
  • Warm and healthy with someone so vital to his world tucked under one arm
  • Probably wears socks to bed, he’s one of those people lmao (You may laugh but deep down I’m willing to bet anyone reading this has done it at least once)
  • Likes to nap with you 
  • Going to sleep in the early afternoon and waking up in the early evening, sleep tugging at the two of you and lazy smiles spreading as you gaze at one another
  • Quiet discussions of what to make for dinner, occasionally interrupted by a gentle kiss,,, how ideal
  • Ultimate caretaker when you’re sick or injured
  • Just somehow knows exactly what to do??? And has everything at the ready and if he somehow does it he has a few blackmail photos of Seungkwan that he uses to make him go get whatever it is you need so Wonu doesn’t have to leave your side 
  • Likes to go out to different local cafes with you to get boba and try pastries and different kinds of coffee
  • Also likes taking pictures of you in these cafes because he thinks they’re ~aesthetic~
  • Just thinks those sorts of dates are fun!!! There’s so many cafes to explore and you guys can take that quality time to find new favorite hang out spots that are quiet and just for you guys to catch up and have long, deep conversations in 
  • Likes to cup your chin/jaw when he kisses you 
  • Always a very gentle kisser, and pulls back with a tender look on his face and his eyes are twinkling with adoration 
  • And he’ll mumble a little compliment,,, and his voice is a little husky and you’re like “Okay Wonwoo I love you but that voice makes me feel atTACKED”
  • Trusts you with all his heart and soul and is an ultimate open book to you 
  • You could ask him anything and he would be totally honest with you 
  • Because you’re his forever person??? His soulmate??? He wants you to feel like you can trust him just as much as he trusts you and that means he’s never gonna hide anything from you 
  • And honestly it’s just such a wonderful thing about him,,, how can you not trust someone like that with your heart
  • When he does vocalize his affections, he always holds your hands close to his chest and reminds you that you hold all of his heart,,, and you always promise to treat it well
  • Literally such a sweetie why don’t you just marry him already????????


  • Uses your toothbrush on accident like three times a month and you keep having to buy new ones because ew 
  • You: Mingyu that’s dISGUSTING
  • Also kind of a sap but it’s not as articulate as Seungcheol lmao
  • Like he really tries to find a way to describe how he feels about you but he struggles with it a lot 
  • Sometimes the guys try to help him but he doesn’t want them to because these words need to be 100% from the heart,,, 
  • Even if they don’t come out the way he wants to, you can tell he worked on them and thought very long and hard about them 
  • So you always return those words, accompanied with a gentle kiss that makes him feel so much more at ease knowing he got his message across
  • You reminding him how much you love him makes him the happiest boy he just gets so soft over you 
  • The type to buy you guys matching onesies and is SO proud of himself for coming up with this idea even tho he totally saw it on instagram I mean what no Mingyu totally came up with it by himself 100% invented couple onesies 
  • Compliments make him feel good as it is but when you do it, it’s different cause you guys are dating and therefore it must be super duper special???
  • Swells up with pride whenever you call him handsome 
  • Consults you about any hair style changes (and honestly good let’s not have cheeto Mingyu make another appearance) because he trusts you with his godlike appearance
  • Cooks for you!!! He’s always sure to make you guys dinner on nights in
  • If you like to cook he buys you guys cookbooks full of things you can try making for one another, or even better, together 
  • Will 100% make you a bento box with a cheesy message written on the rice in seaweed, partially because he loves you but also partially because he wants to embarrass you lmao
  • If you watch him cook, he’ll narrate what he’s doing like he’s on a TV show just to make you laugh and it’s honestly adorable this man is a toll and also a sweetie 
  • Such a little soft puppy for you, people can practically see his imaginary tail wagging when he’s around you 
  • If you’re sad he freaks out a little because !!! You’re never supposed to be sad with him what should he do???
  • But he calms down quick and takes you somewhere private so he can hold you nice and close and listen to everything you say
  • Wipes away your tears and whispers assurances that you’re okay, he’s here and he’s got you, and he’s gonna help you until everything in your world is okay again
  • Likes to do fun and dorky things with you!!! 
  • If you can think of anything like that to do together HE WILL DO IT!!! He loves to do things with you and he doesn’t care if they make him look like a big dork because it makes the two of you happy
  • Especially loves it if it’s a pillow fort,,, but u gotta remind him to be careful cause he’s tall and kinda excitable so he might accidentally get up too fast or too far and knock it over 
  • But pillow forts will consist of late night giggling and teasing kisses and romantic comedies and it’s just,,, really fun 
  • Just being with Mingyu is really fun and safe and lovely really so why not stay with him forever???????


  • If you’re dating him please meme with him??? It doesn’t have to be often just like once every few months I wanna see some meme couple shit with Hansol lmao it’d be great
  • Will try and freestyle rap whenever you request it 
  • You guys could be making toast and suddenly you’re just like “Rap go” and he’s oN IT it’s not very good since it’s so spontaneous and about toast but he did his best okay
  • Just tell him you’re proud of him ??? he deserves it he’s a good one 
  • If you tell him you love him he gets squishy because he’s like 5 years old 
  • He can’t believe someone so wonderful who spends so much time making him happier than ever really feels as strongly towards him as he does towards them???
  • You might have to stop him from doing something stupid sometimes 
  • It’s not super often but sometimes him and a couple other members of svt get an idea in their head and it’s not always very well thought out,,,
  • Becoming close friends with Seungkwan who always thanks you for treating his best friend so well 
  • Kwannie will always offer to help you plan any surprises you might wanna give to or throw for Hannie 
  • Also tells you to let him know if Hansol hurts you cause he’ll totally fight him LOL 
  • Hansol face times you a lot when he’s busy or away on tour or for some other adventure!!
  • He tries to take you with him places as much as he can but yanno company rules and busy schedules :// the solution is late night face times
  • He’s always got a smile shining on his face whenever he picks up or calls you, no matter how tired he may be 
  • Thinks it’s funny when the members jump into the shot to say hello to you too or snitch on him but he excuses himself after a while because he wants a few moments just for you two 
  • The type of bf to high five you and then tug you into a hug and kiss your cheek or the top of your head
  • One time accidentally whacked your face and flipped his shit, would not stop apologizing but was also kinda trying not to laugh lmao
  • Bought you snacks to make up for it god bless 
  • A fan of back hugs!! They’re just such a sweet gesture to him, plus he gets to hold you and say whatever he wants and you won’t be able to see his face when he does it
  • Does he say sweet things??? Sometimes but sometimes he just tells you about something Hoshi or one of the other members did lmfao
  • If you send him a meme of himself, he will make it his mission to creepshot you whenever you least expect it just so he can have memes of you too
  • Loves it when you get along with his members, he looks up to them so much and to see so many of his favorite people getting along means the world to them
  • Also loves it when you get along with his family!! We all know how much he loves them 
  • His sister always jokes that you need to come along if he comes and visits because you’re more fun to talk to and Hansol is just “WOW OKAY BLOOD MEANS NOTHING TO YOU I SEE HOW IT IS” and it’s just fun
  • Quote one of his ~iconic~ english lines and he’ll tackle you to make you shUT 
  • But it turns into giggles and kissing and a little bit of tickling and then before you know it you’re just cuddling 
  • You make him feel so good honestly!!! You don’t even have to do or say anything just one look and he can feel his heart pick up,,, he just cares for you so much 
  • Treat this bb well 

Requests are open!!

One Breakfast at a Time

upperstories submitted:

(Rough Around the Edges, pt. 2)


Summary: The following morning… 


Boris’s feet felt prickly.

The first thought that dredged up the wolf’s mind from the thick, murky mires of sleep was that there was a foreign, uncomfortable feeling in his toes. It wasn’t quite painful, but it was distracting. Which was a shame; quite honestly, as the rest of him felt like it was swaddled in a soft, warm cloud, like lying on a mountain of fleece. He was dreaming of sleeping on the back of a large, comfy sheep. Maybe if he moved his feet right, he could shoo the strange sensation away and get back to sinking completely into the wool.

His toes twitched, and the tingling feeling went up both his legs completely. That hurt.

“YIPE!” Boris yelped, knees hiking in alarm, eyes flying open.

The first thing that greeted him was strange visual tones and hues, blurred from the sleep in his eyes and the tingling in his feet. They were—oh, whadyacallems?—Blues. And Greens. Only lighter, greyer, faintly cast across the ceiling above him, making him squint. It followed the outline of a windowpane.

His foggy mind thought, not for the first time:

How long will it take before them colors look normal?

Motion at his side had him shaking his noggin, revealing the familiar heads of to his pals, moppy and disheveled from sleep. Alice muttered something under her breath—when had her halo hung itself up on that lamp?— and Bendy snuggled closer into the pillows, a bit of drool staining the soft cushion.

Recognition stumbled into his brain as his eyes adjusted to the dim early morning light.

He wasn’t sleeping on a bed of fleece. He was sharing a bed with Alice and Bendy, feeling mighty cozy in spite of being too long to rightly fit on the mattress length-wise, which explained why his feet weren’t under the covers. The tingling must’ve been because they’d been leaning over the end board all night.

Asleep, his feet were asleep. That’s what this feeling felt like. Except… it was much stronger than how it’d felt before, back in the world drenched in ink.

Dang, the real world felt strange.

Trying his best not to disturb the other two sleeping Toons, Boris slowly pulled his bare feet under the blankets, wincing as he flexed the tingling feeling out of them. They were cold to the touch, as were the ends of his ears and snout, a stark difference compared to the comfy warm bubble formed underneath the covers from his proximity to his friends. If he stayed still enough, curled up a ball, maybe he could go back his sweet, soft, monochromatic dreams…

The door creaked, and Boris was awake.

In the semi darkness, the wolf made out the shape of a figure entering the room, familiar in spite of his loss of Toonification. It was Henry.

Err. At least. Boris was pretty sure it was Henry.

The man had Henry’s almost square-ish head, large ears, surly set face and all, but in place of the man’s wrinkled light green shirt and brown slacks was a plaid patterned collared shirt, all blues and grays, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and the bottom half of a dark grey jumpsuit, faded at the knees and the top half wrapped messily around his waist. His black work boots were word around the souls. It all smelled faintly of engine oil.

A change of clothes shouldn’t have been completely out of left field for the Toon (as he recalled, Bendy changed his wardrobe a number of times over a wide variety of episodes), but the old animator’s plainer duds had almost seemed glued to him. Seeing Henry in less plain-looking clothes felt like seeing a camel in a bunny onesie. Strange.

He silently watched Henry tread to the bedside table on Bendy’s side of the bed and leave a note next to the lamp. The man looked haggard, but clean. His hair was even combed.

Boris considered keeping his head down, pretending to be asleep. But then, just as it looked like he was about to leave, Henry stopped and turned around, looking back at the bed of Toons. Contemplating, eyes unfocused and glassy—from lack of sleep, perhaps?— grey circles under them. The wolf’s felt his heart clench, and he lifted his head.

“Henry?” he whispered.

Henry jumped and caught himself on the wall.

“JEEZ—” Henry breathed, forced his voice down. “Boris— scared the daylights outta me.”

“Sorry—!” Boris’s ears fell back. “Sorry.”

Henry put a hand to his chest and sighed. His eyes looked less glassy, more awake.

“Agh, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Did Henry look guilty? Nah, it must’ve been Boris’s imagination.

“Nah,” said Boris, truthfully. “Feet fell asleep. Woke me up instead.”

The corners of Henry’s mouth twitched. If Boris didn’t know any better, he could almost mistake the man’s grimace as a smile. It almost met his eyes.

“Headin’ off somewhere?” said Boris, nodding towards the note.

“Just about,” whispered Henry.

He motioned for Boris to follow him out of the room, finger to his lips. Boris nodded, trying to be mindful of jostling the bed, so as not to rouse Alice or Bendy. The wolf was thankful for his thick coat of fur (ink?) once he was free from the blankets, as the room was fairly brisk without the protection. Boris swallowed a whine and followed after the grizzled animator.

On their way to the den, Henry grabbed a large, dark green jacket from one of the hampers in the hallway. He gave it a tentative sniff to check if it was clean, shrugged, and offered it to Boris. Boris sniffed as well. It smelled of Henry and mothballs. It would do. The sleeves came up an inch short of his wrists though.

“Gotta go plead to the powers that be that I don’t end up unemployed before the day’s end,” said Henry once they were a safe whisper-free distance from the bedroom, sighing and scratching his neck. “I, uh, took a few more vacation days than I’d originally planned.”

Boris’s stomach dropped, guiltily. The studio.

“Oh, golly… wha… that was our fault—”

“S’nobody’s fault,” said Henry, patting Boris’s shoulder. They passed the couch. It didn’t show any signs of Henry sleeping on it. “I might have to work a few extra shifts to make up for it though. My boss, Callum? Not exactly known for being forgiving, but he can be fair when he needs to be.”

Boris nodded, faint memories of his own past experiences with “unforgiving bosses” arising. His tail tucked between his legs, the wound from the harsh look on Joey’s face all those days ago in that office now fresh in his mind’s eye. When the air was thick with acetone and Henry’s open cartoon wounds. His nose twitched, feeling a little sick at the memory.

“M-Maybe I should come with ya,” said Boris, the weightlessness of Henry leaning on him ghosting along his shoulder. He gripped it. “Help explain a few things—”

“Boris,” said Henry. There was no harshness in his voice, but it was still firm. “I… I appreciate it, Pup. I really do. But… you need to stay here. All three of you. Lay low for a while.”

Boris tried his best not to look discouraged. Henry patted his shoulder again and gave it a squeeze. It felt odd, not having to look down on Henry as much as he had when the animator was still a Toon. Henry squared his shoulders, and Boris felt assured.

“It’s… too much, out there,” Henry nodded to the window. A car honked, followed by another, and across the way, some neighbors were opening windows to do laundry. A lady waved out a large red blanket, and Boris had to flinch at the brightness of the color, visible even in the dim early morning. “Too much to get used to all at once.  Besides, I know Callum. I’ll be alright.”

Boris felt like crawling into an inkwell. He knew Henry was right, but it wrung his nerves like wet laundry. He felt so… useless. He was supposed to be the helper, the best buddy. He sighed.

A kettle whistled.

“Oh, shoot—” Henry rushed to the stove and turned the knob, using one of the dangling jumpsuit sleeves to take the metal pot from the heat when he couldn’t find his oven mitt, setting it on his oven mitt so the counter wouldn’t burn— ahh. Found the mitt. Hmm. “Sheesh… I, err, tried making something quick for breakfast for you all before I left, but, well. The mess. Heh. Wasn’t able to get as much done as I was hoping…”

Boris turned to the counter while Henry prepared a quick coffee for himself, and noticed, to his surprise, that the tower of bills and mail had been cleared off, leaving room for three sets of plates, bowls, forks and spoons of varying style and size. Each plate had a couple eggs, sunny-side up, glasses of water, and steaming hot bowls of oatmeal—with walnuts and molasses, from the looks of them. Bois sniffed the air above the biggest bowl (he hoped it was his) and licked his chops. It smelled pretty dang good.

Breakfast wasn’t the only change to the den. The mess from last night seemed to have all been pushed to the side, the floor for the most part cleared of debris, if still in need of a vacuuming. Trash bags sat stacked next to the door, ready for dumping, full of the empty bottles and boxes.

…How long had Henry been up, working on all of this?

“Ya didn’t have to…” said Boris, ears flopping back. “Dunno if we really need to eat.”

“A good breakfast might liven up the mood around here,” said Henry, smirking. At least this time it reached his eyes. He quickly downed the contents of the mug, grimacing. “Aghh, love the feeling of burnt tongue in the morning.”

“Ya do?” Boris laughed.

“Nope,” Henry laughed in turn. He set his mug in the sink, which was filled with other much dirtier mugs as well as pots and pans, and put a small tin reading Express-o, Coffee on the Go away. A cast iron skillet was all that was left on the stove, which looked surprisingly well cared for, considering the state of Henry’s other kitchen items. Guess that explained the eggs. He pointed to Boris. “Tea boxes are on the counter too, should be enough hot water between all of you. Don’t let Bendy drink my coffee. I’ll call you all when I’m on my way back. Don’t answer the phone for anyone else.”

“Wha?? Buh—how-how?” said Boris, getting whiplash.

Henry pointed to the other end of the den. A black, faintly dusty dial-up phone sat on the floor, next to the far wall, with a note taped to the wall over it. It read a variety of instructions in Henry’s chicken scrawl shorthand, and a blessedly legible phone number at the bottom. It looked as if it’d been dug up from one of Henry’s old boxes.

“I’ll call three times in a row. Only answer if you get three calls within a few seconds of each other,” said Henry, grabbing a toolbox next to the couch and as many of the trash bags as he could carry. “Other than that, just let it ring.”

“Whuh- wait, Henry!” said Boris, heart leaping in his throat. “I-I’m not so sure we…”

Boris turned to the window, grabbing the sleeve of the jacket. The sun was raising more and more, the world outside of them starting to wake up. Yellows mixed with grays, turning them brown and sandy. He was sorely missing his dreams, drenched in black and white.

“Hey, hey,” said Henry. His hand was back on Boris’s shoulder.

Boris turned to him, every inch of his face dropping, expecting to get one of Henry’s signature rigid, authoritative glares, waiting to be given the hard facts of their situation. Instead, he got a tired, yet… understanding smile. It was lopsided and rough around the edges, and looked wildly unsure.

“It’s ok,” said Henry, in a voice that, despite what his face betrayed, sounded pretty dang convincing.

The wolf felt something inside him—something that he’d kept bunched together throughout the drive, the climb to Henry’s apartment, the scary few minutes this morning where he first experienced his feet falling asleep in the real world and how real the real world felt and how he wasn’t really a wolf he wasn’t real was he?— unclench and, without thinking, he leaned his head on Henry’s shoulder, sagging weightily. Henry teetered, not used to the wolf having a third dimension’s worth of weight to him, but evened out, and wrapped an arm around Boris’s back, toolbox counterbalancing him.

“This is a lot to take in,” said Henry, gruff voice a welcome sound for the poor, overwhelmed wolf. “Don’t rush yourselves through it. Thing’s’ll get easier. I just…” His grip tightened, strong, grounding. “We just gotta make some things work first.”

The wolf whined.

“I just wanna help,” said Boris, voice feeling thicker than glue. “I ain’t much of a good helper though. I couldn’t even help you or Bendy or Alice when everything came crumblin’…”

“Now now, none of that,” Henry almost laughed.

Boris almost had enough nerve to get annoyed, if not for what Henry said next.

“That’s no way to talk about the guy who saved my life. And Bendy’s and Alice’s. And then mine again.” Henry stopped, smirking when he felt Boris quietly snort. “And Bendy’s, again, about, what? Five more times?”

“Mmmh, you’re just saying that…” Boris didn’t sound completely convinced, but the knot loosened a fraction. He pushed from Henry, trying to stand his full height. His cheeks had their old stylized blush back; his ears almost perking sincerely. Almost. He let them droop, eyes downcast. Henry sighed.

“For now… none of us know what we’re doing,” said Henry. “Not even me. And I’m from here. But we’ll figure it out.”

“…one breakfast at a time?” said Boris, trying to smile. It was shaky. Oh, he felt so shaky.

“One breakfast at a time,” said Henry. He reached up and scratched Boris between the ears, and Boris relaxed. He felt his tail wag, if only just a bit.

“But seriously,” Henry added. He was grinning, almost… devilishly. “Keep. Bendy. Away from my coffee. If I come back and find him bouncing off the walls, I’m hiring an exorcist.”

Boris was so taken aback, he couldn’t help himself. The thought alone was so ridiculous, but seeing Henry actually try to crack a joke? Utterly too much to comprehend. The wolf howled a laugh right out loud.

And it felt scarily, wonderfully real. 



anonymous asked:

Which characters do you think would most likely wear a matching onesie with their s/o? I have no idea where this came from except that I'm currently wearing my own onesie. 😂

We have a secret for you, anon… Us admins had extensive onesie headcanons long before you sent this in. This was just fun to write, though! 
~Admins Emma, Alyx and Ellie

Asahi: You got him a Totoro onesie for his birthday; it was about 50% a joke, but it backfired, because he’s addicted to the thing. Suga makes fun of him and Noya judges the hell out of him but he doesn’t even care because he’s toasty as hell and he looks adorable, so there! The fact that it was a gift from you? Even better; plus it gives him extra excuses for extra cuddles, so it’s fantastic. It doesn’t really fit all that well, considering how tall and broad he is, but he doesn’t really care, so long as he’s comfortable.

Bokuto: Super pumped always. Super into cheesy matching stuff either way, but in his opinion, nothing beats a super cozy onesie. It’s cliche as hell, but he definitely has an owl one (he’s committed to his aesthetic). Problem is no matter what he does, it’s about two sizes too small in the shoulders and too short on the arms and legs, so he always has to roll his up and leave it a bit open on the collar. #Baraproblems

Kuroo: Nya, bitches! He wears his cat onesie with fucking pride and he’ll fight you if you say anything about it. Kuroo is social, studious, and dedicated as hell, so he’s out and about 90% of his life. When he has a day with just you, he refuses to human and just burritos in his cozy-ass onesie with coffee and Disney movies. If you manage to special-order one to fit his titan ass, he will be forever grateful.

Oikawa: Let’s be honest, he’s at least partly into it just for the cutesy couple selfie. To be fair, though, the two of you do look absolutely adorable. Besides, the things are cozy. What better to curl up in and watch alien movies with you? (Oikawa does have about a foot of ankle sticking out at the bottom, but that’s what his extensive sock collection is for.)

Ushijima: Honestly, he is down for just about anything you’re into, and if it’s matching onesies, then he won’t fight you. He might not 100% get it, but he must admit the thing is comfortable. Sadly, it is so small on him, he basically has to pull the ankle cuffs right under his knees, which sort of defeats the purpose, but all the better to admire those calves, really. Even if he totally overwhelms the little cow onesie you got him (“Ah, because the first character in my name means “cow.” I get it.”) he looks totally precious and is 100% down for snuggles no matter the wardrobe choices, so everything is great by his standards.

Tendou: Pokemon onesies, anyone? It really doesn’t matter which pokemon, Tendou will love it. However, he’ll look entirely too adorable in a pikachu one–his hair matches the cheek spots. Okay so maybe it’s like 50% adorable and 50% ridiculous, but you love him for it. Even when he keeps saying ‘pika pika!’ even after you told him that it was funny the first fifty times, Satori. It’s still worth it though, because eventually he will actually stop, and you get to enjoy the coziest, toastiest cuddles ever.

Jackson Wang as your Boyfriend!

Thanks so much to @luna208 for requesting my first of this series, Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by gsvnrewind

- once he saw you, he had to talk to you

- best friends in the matter of days

- cute nicknames even before you started dating

- “jagi” “baby” “princess/prince” “cutie”

- he can’t stop smiling whenever he looks at you

- Loves the way you blush and won’t hesitate to tell you.

- he’d realize that he loves everything about you

- your laugh, your smile, your personality, EVERYTHING.

- would ask you out when randomly in conversation

*lunch with got7*

You: “Jackson could you pass the salt?”

Him: “Could you go on a date with me?”

*everyone is shook*

- when you say yes he’d get too excited and attack you with hugs

Originally posted by candyapplejimin

- always treating you like royalty

- protects you from watchful eyes even from the other members

- is always extra about it, shielding you with his own body if he has to

- couple workouts

- traveling together

- constantly flirting with you

- but when you flirt back he gets shy

- would have a picture of you as his screensaver.

- cute couple sweaters/ matching onesies

- sass battles with each other be like…

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- literally the sweetest/softest boyfriend

- always there for you when you need to talk or you’re having a rough day.

- even if he can’t physically be there he still finds a way to comfort you

- when he’s sure you’re the one he’ll introduce you to his parents.

- they’d love you instantly

- just from the way they see Jackson look at you

- they approve of your relationship together

- too many feels so shit gets emotional

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“You makes me the happiest man alive jagi”

Being Pregnant With Tony Stark’s Child Would Include...

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*Not my gif*

• Tony being very overprotective of you

• Feeling the need to watch every move that you make

• Insisting on building every bit of baby furniture himself

• Trying his best to stop drinking

• The sobriety lasts for about a few good weeks

• Tony calling you every day while he’s away on missions

• Tony always assigning Bruce to look after you when he can’t

• Always having a hand on your stomach when you two sleep together

• Getting stir crazy near the end of your pregnancy because Tony won’t let you leave the apartment

• All the Avengers being very anxious to meet their newest little teammate

• Tony being extremely upset if he misses even one of your appointments

• Tony having breakdowns because he thinks that he won’t be a good father

• Comforting Tony when he has those breakdowns

• Getting annoyed with how cuddly Tony is at night

• Having to do all of the baby shopping online by yourself

• Binge watching the entirety of most Netflix shows

• Nick Fury throwing you a baby shower it doesn’t turn out to be as bad as you think it will

• Tony not letting you into his lab and his workshop anymore

• Tony buying your child an Iron Man onesie before you even know the gender

• Being put on bed rest halfway through your pregnancy

• Tony not even letting you look at liquor

• Tony being over the moon when he finds out that he’s going to have a son

• Tony immediately then freaking out because it suddenly became real

• Bruce not being able to believe that Tony didn’t knock you up sooner

• Having to convince Tony to kiss your little belly

• Immediately calling Tony when the baby first kicks

• Keeping every ultrasound that you get printed

• Tony actually keeping the pregnancy test 

• Initially being worried about telling Tony that you’re pregnant

• Tony buying you anything that you ask for

• Having Tony eventually steal your pregnancy pillow

• Tony staying with you at home for the last week of your pregnancy

• Tony holding your hand from the beginning of labor to the end

• Almost breaking Tony’s hand while you’re pushing

haunted house | park jimin

pairing: jimin x reader
genre: fluff, angst
word count: 943
summary: your friends shove you and your enemy park jimin into the haunted house.

“It’s my turn!” I giggled as I grabbed the bottle to set it in the middle and gave it a spin. The bottle twirled till it landed on a Kim Namjoon who was dressed up as an angel, “Y/N, truth or dare?” he said, looking at me with a smirk.

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onesies - tom holland imagine #6

notes : having plenty of money to spend, tom decides to get matching onesies for you and the rest of the holy trinity.

warning : cute ass mf shit! also rlly abrupt ending bc i wrote this at 2 in morning. 


“Tom, what is this?”

You stared at the pile of forest green cloth on the floor as you sat down on the sofa. Harrison groaned and plopped down next to you on the sofa. Raising a questioning eyebrow at Tom, you waited for his reply.

“You literally woke us up at 4 am just for this, it better be good,” Jacob mumbled, asking Harrison to scoot over on the sofa.

That wasn’t a lie. Usually, the call-time for the cast of Spider-Man was at 6 am, not 5. However, Tom had rung the three of you up at 4 in the morning, excitedly rambling on about some presents he got for everyone. At first, you were confused. Was it Christmas? Was it someone’s birthday? Was it someone’s half-birthday?

When you arrived on set an hour earlier, you glared daggers at the brunette’s way, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

“That, lady and gentlemen, is something that will change our lives forever,” he announced, jogging over to the pile and lifting one off the ground.

Jacob started to snort when all of you got a better view of the object. You squinted your eyes until Tom properly held the clothing properly.

“You got us fucking Ninja Turtles onesies?” Harrison yelled, his voice laced with amusement and disbelief.

You stood up and snatched the onesie from Tom, already trying to swallow your laughter. Both Harrison and Jacob got up from their seats and picked up the other onesies.

“You woke us up at 4 in the morning for this?” you asked, turning to look at Tom, unimpressed.

His bright, mischievous smile was quickly replaced with a worry gaze, puppy dog eyes in full effect. You started to feel bad as he began to slowly look like a kicked puppy.

“Do you not like it?”

You cracked, letting a smile crawl onto your lips. Bundling up the onesie, you walked over to Tom and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’m kidding, Holland, I love it,” you giggled, hitting his shoulder with the sleeve of the hoodie.

Tom’s cheeks turned a light pink as he began smiling again, his grin practically reaching his ears. His soft brown eyes began twinkling again, although there was something different in his eyes. You blinked, just realising what you did.

Jacob let out a low whistle and you snapped out of your trance. You spun around quickly to send Jacob a warning look, but he continued the teasing anyways.

“Aw come on, guys, can you start flirting in like 2 hours? It’s way too early for this now,” he joked. Tom picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it at Jacob, who successfully dodged it while chuckling.

Trying to change the subject, you looked at the onesie in your hands and shouted, “dibs on Donatello!”

“I should be Raphael,” Tom said out loud, throwing the red-masked onesie over his shoulder.

You and Harrison shared a look before laughing. You stepped forward and took the onesie from Tom before handing it to Harrison.

“You are so far from Raphael, you’re no badboy,” you stifled a laugh as you watched Tom gasp.

“And what, Harrison is?”

“Harrison could be a casanova, we all know that,” you shrugged, giving him the blue-laced onesie, “you’re more Leonardo anyways.”

Jacob was already wearing his onesie as him and Harrison helped each other into it.Instead of wearing his onesie, Tom had his hands on his hips and a playful glare on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows at you, “I could be a bad boy if I wanted to.”

Wheezing from laughter, you shook your head.

“Tom, you’re too sweet for that. You apologised to a wall when you bumped into it. You could never break anyone’s heart purposely,” you drawled out, unbuttoning the hoodie.

“Oh, really?” Tom challenged, stepping closer towards you, “I could never do that?”

Your heart began to speed up and you diverted your eyes towards the onesie you were holding, refusing to look up.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, trying to remain calm. He was getting too close than usual and a lump began to form at your throat. Good lord, you could even smell the cologne he was wearing. Soon, your hands were just barely hovering over his chest and your heart nearly dropped.

The room was oddly silent, which was strange because Harrison and Jacob would have already started teasing the both of you. Where were they? Did they leave?

You froze, not even daring to breathe when Tom dropped the onesie he was holding. His hands touched both of your arms, before gently touching your cheek in his warm hand. The other hand trailed down to your waist, resting there. He softly smiled. You had no idea what he was going to do, but you didn’t want him to stop.

Finally looking up, you swore you could see all of his features just a centimeter away from your face.

“Sure?” He asked another time, his voice now much more huskier and softer.

You gulped, not able to get a word out.

He closed his enticing brown eyes and leaned foreward. Your heart started to race a million kilometers per second but you swallowed your nerves, closing your eyes too. You had been waiting months for this moment to come, and here it was.

Waiting for his lips to touch yours, you waited a few seconds until you felt someone kiss your nose. Your eyes shot open and you gaped at Tom as you realised what he had done.

He didn’t kiss you. Well, at least not the way you wanted. He kissed you on the nose. After all that teasing and tension, he kissed you on the nose.

You blushed, struggling to form a proper sentence. Tom stepped back, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“Y-you didn’t just -” you managed to let out, waving your arms around.

“What, love?” he asked innocently.

You narrowed your eyes at the brunette, who looked way too satisfied with himself.

“I hate you,” you stated flatly, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

Truthfully, you were slowly getting upset. Although he did kiss you on the nose, it still didn’t confirm whether or not he actually liked you.

You had been crushing on him for months, occasionally dropping hints that he never caught. You felt stupid.

All you were to him was a friend.

He was just playing around with you. He would never kiss you. He didn’t like you like that.

This wasn’t the first time he had done something like that. He loved to tease you.

With your heart sinking, you turned away from him and quietly zipped open the onesie. Slipping into it, you adjusted the onesie to your comfort and zipped it back up. You were trying not to make it obvious that you were upset, but Tom knew you better than that.

“Hey,” he said, walking over towards you, “what’s wrong? You alright?”

You ignored his question, “do I look okay?”

Tom placed his hands on both your shoulders and you almost wanted to shrug him off. You weren’t going to let him to do this again. You weren’t going to let him raise your hopes up like that again.

“Did I get too close?” he pressed again, not taking his eyes off you.

Frowning, you rolled your eyes and brushed off his hands before backing up slightly.

“You have to stop,” you softly said, looking at your feet.

Tom’s eyebrows furrowed together, “stop what?”

“My God, you have to stop acting like,” you threw your hands in the air, “like you want to kiss me or something. I don’t know, just stop raising my hopes up.”

“Hopes up? Wait is this about -”

You didn’t even give him time to answer as you desperately cried out, “yes, Tom! Stop acting like you like me! I know you don’t, stop playing with me like that.”

Biting your lip, you stood in silence as Tom fell quiet. When he didn’t say anything, you took off the onesie quickly and apologised under your breath. You dropped the onesie on the sofa and turned, walking briskly away from Tom.

Your head was spinning as you realised what you had done.

You just confessed to Tom that you liked him.God, what did you think you were doing?

Reaching the door, you were about to open the door when you heard him yell your name.

“Y/N! Wait!”

“I-I’m sorry Tom, I know I just made this super awkward. Just please -” this time, you were interrupted.

“I like you.”

Your eyes widened and you gasped, not sure if what you heard was right. Were you hallucinating?

“I didn’t kiss you because I didn’t know if you wanted me to,” he confessed.

Turning to face him, you frowned.

“I wasn’t obvious?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He meekly shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, I thought I was being too obvious.”

You giggled, jogging up to him and throwing your arms over him. His laughter quickly joined yours as he stumbled backwards a little, taken aback by your hug. He hugged you back, his arms wrapping around your body.

“God, Thomas, why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, your voice muffled by his hoodie.

Tom chuckled, “why didn’t you tell me?”

Letting go of him, you simpered.

“Touché, touché.”

The both of you shared another moment of laughter before taking a second to breathe. Here you both were. You were in his arms and you were practically bursting with joy. It all felt too good to be true.

This time, with no hesitation, you reached up and kissed his lips. Tom kissed back, his arms wrapping around your waist tighter as you entangled your hands in his curls.

“Well, that took forever.”

The both of you quickly broke apart, you pulling yourself away from Tom. Harrison stood at the hallway, leaning against the wall as he smirked at his two friends.

“Shut up,” you and Tom said simultaneously, causing a giggle to erupt from Jacob.


Rolling your eyes, you felt Tom sling his arm over your shoulder. You leaned into his figure, smiling contently as you let your friends constantly tease the both of you.

You didn’t mind, in all honesty.

You finally had Tom.  

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Stuff that need to happen at WTT

-Boyangman in an actual spiderman costume X  I forgive you for the spin you did at EX you meme lord

- Nathan in a polar bear onesie X come on! now I’m waiting for the twt update! You can’t get away from this Nathan!

- PoohLoco interactions (yes thats the name of the ship now fight me) ✓✔✓✔✓✔X10000 what the hell happened you guys went from friendly to HONEYMOON PHASE like WHAT

- Embarassed!Shoma but Cheering!Shoma ✓✔✓✔ Yeah mah boi even screamed for his teamates!

- Team France shenanigans ✓The Eiffel tower was the cherry on the top well done guys!

- No one giving a fuck about the scores NOPE come on guys it’s the end of the season you can chill (still haunted by Yuzuru’s face after SP)

-Tech controlers costume fest ✓ HELL TO THE FUCK YEAH

- Evgenia cosplaying✔ The return of sailormoon !

- Team Chants with the public ✓ not as much as I’d like but okay

-Team Japan stepping up their Team Spirit Game (come on Yuzu I’m counting on you to lead the shenanigans) ✓ Shoma in a pink bow tie, Shoma in a flower crown #BLESSED + PPAP REMIX VERS YOU GUYS WERE FAB!

-add more as you’d like


Thoughts on New Sanders Sides Vid - Moving Forward

-Roman can conjour puppies. And yet another instance where people think Thomas reads fanfics.

-THOMAS SAYING FALSEHOOD!!! Omg! Theory: Logan said he will always be within Thomas to an extent. He said the same thing about Virgil in part 1 of AA. Logan became actually part of the Thomas in the video! The rap and the falsehood were all indicators of that!

-I love Patton’s new cat hoodie. It’s so cute and fits him perfectly! (low key still want to see Logan in the unicorn onesie.)

-Virgil’s anger at Logan, but Logan never officially ‘left’ even though his embodiment did. Still valid anger though.

-Theory: NExt episode they will introduce a new side. Let them rest for like a month first though. XD

-Virgil calming himself down. See? Our angsty boi is independent.

-Logan almost cried when Thomas said he was going to take a class!! #astronomyrules

-Virgil rising with the rest of them and saying he was light headed. It just occurred to me that he had never done that before. That was cool though.


-Save the rainforest!!

-The green screen of chaos was…not what I was expecting. Nevertheless it did fit the video and they did a good job on it!

-Roman figuring out his mistakes and then making it up to Patton and Virgil. So cool. :D

-Popular ships in this video: Logicality, Moxiety, Logince! (Looks like Analogical and Royality and maybe prinxiety might be taking a step back.)

-Great video overall! It really was intense!!! But so good!!

-thomas saying he was mad at himself at the beginning, Then Patton saying he was mad at himself!

I have one more BIG anouncement!! @thagrinbery and I are officially girlfriends!!! I asked them yesterday morning and they were so happy and lovely they accepted my request whole-heartedly! Our ship name is #CefBery!!! :D Please wish us well in our relationship!! :D I love u Bery!