I just had an idea of Billy talking to all of Steve’s squishmallows while Steve was out with Robin and I wanted to share that with you (he particularly loves Steve’s octopus)
This inspired me so much I had to write a little piece for ya!! ❤️❤️
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Billy woke up alone.
It was totally planned, Steve and Robin were going to go on a shopping expedition for a vintage toy that Dustin really wanted for his birthday- he just forgot until about twenty minutes after the sun rose and disturbed his beauty sleep.
His brain works that way, always foggy and forgetting important things. Thankfully he didn’t panic, and thought rationally about why Steve wasn’t in bed. It could be any number of things, ranging from a stomach ache waking him up, to running errands for his mom. Whatever it was, something that hadn’t crossed Billy’s mind was that he would abandon him.
Maybe a few years ago that would have been his default, but he knows Steve, and he knows he loves him. They’re two parts of the same whole.
And, once Billy puzzles out why Steve is gone, he’s perfectly content to spend his morning cozied up in the middle of the bed, blankets and pillows and stuffies keeping him warm.
His favorite are the squishmallows, and of them, he especially likes Norbu, the orange octopus. He’ll never admit it to anybody but Steve, but he still likes to play with toys and things. It makes his heart feel good, and heals some part of his inner child.
This morning, Norbu was knocked to the floor. Billy notices right away, even before he’d figured out where his boyfriend was, and talked to the plushie like it was his baby.
“Oh no, poor buddy. I’m sorry.”
He’d picked them up and put them back in the pile, in the spot just against the headboard, “There. All better.”
Billy relaxes now that his best inanimate friend is rescued, stretching out and getting comfy among the squishes, most of which actually belong to his boyfriend, “Anybody got any plans today? I’m thinking of surprising Steve.”
Maybe it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but it comforts him okay? He cuddles close to a hug-me husky dog, long past the point of feeling silly for basically talking to himself.
“I know I’m not a very good cook, but Steve has been working really hard to get better in the kitchen and I wanna try to do good for him. Maybe like, make one of his Bubbe’s recipes.”
Billy rolls onto his front, still talking away to the squishy pillows now in front of him, “I don’t know. That might end up being disrespectful. I could always bake him a cake?”
Maybe this morning isn’t so much for fun as it is to get all the thoughts out of his brain and into the world, where they can either weigh on his existence or not. It helps to not internalize everything and get overwhelmed by all the could-be’s.
“Steve loves my cakes, but they’re bad for his sugar. And for lunch. Gah, I just don’t know. What do you think, Malu?” He asks the soft gray dog squish, obviously not expecting any kind of response.
More than anything, he just wants there to be some evidence that he’s tried to do something good for Steve, even if he gets all anxious about his own brain and stays in bed all day.
But there doesn’t need to be a reason to just stay in bed with some comfy toys. A fact Billy is definitely still trying to come to terms with. Really though, why should he be ashamed of just living his best life at like, nine in the morning?
He verbalizes this too, for his own sake.
“I mean, I guess I don’t actually have to do anything. Steve will probably be worn out when he gets back. I could just cuddle him or something.”
This early, and with his eyes still all heavy and with bags under them, that sounds like the best thing for Billy. Yeah, he’ll take his own advice.
For now, he waits patiently, hugging their shared custody Bluey hug-me, “Sleep tight, everybody…”
♡ After all this time! After four months!! I am back with fluffy time! First of all, I am fullblown in my editor era… I’ve been editing non-stop these days and having fun!
♡ Now.. forget about old me… Jin’s back!!!!! And he’s already working and teasing us like crazy (jimin’s song??)… also!!! The jungkook sweater!! Excuse me sir, we get it- you are funny.. my gosh.. you silly little looser (affectionate)..
♡ I’ve missed him so much!! Time truly does fly, doesn’t it.. one moment I’m sad and terrified.. and melancholic over the military announcement, and another- damn.. Jin is back?? Can you believe it?£!! Cause, personally.. I can and cannot believe it!!! Can’t believe that old man with terrible jokes and a broken windshield soundtrack for a laugh is back!!!
♡ alsoooo.. excuse me!!! Kim namjoon with right place wrong person?!!! I can’t even put it into words, how much I love this album… nuts and groin.. and credits roll being my favourite tracks.. that Kim guy never fails to suprise me with his creativity and genius!! I was sitting one day, doing work and enjoying my life - and broski (domodachi) decided to drop an album.. I was over the moon, I tell youuuuuu…
♡ And- And- and!!!! Jimin’s second album: Muse!!!! I’m so freaking excited and thrilled for it!!! The anticipation is rea real real!!! Smeraldo Garden Marching Band was so bright and cute!! The vibes are so different from face!!! Loving it though!!! Also!! Alsoo!! The word search for muse promotion?? Like- the entire twitter app was confused over why the tittle track was twenty letters long… and also! Tteokbbboki by Jk?? Excuse me???
♡ Also Also!!! Jikook travel show!!! Kookmin travel shows!!! Two cuties travelling together!!! I can’t wait until August, I swear!! It’s killing meeeee!!! I can’t wait to see them all flirty, silly, and goofy together!!!
Hello can I ask for a soft romantic yandere golden freddy x reader? or some head cannons of him being soft for reader? I rlly love ur stories <33
𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪 -> 𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
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>Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's 1
>Character: Golden Freddy
>Warnings: Mentions of possessive and Manipulative behaviour, sadistic thoughts, "Yandere"
>Type Of Content: Headcanons
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•Of course! But please remember since it's more romantic and soft, it won't be yandere focused all that much :)
•I mostly imagine them as androids now so the movements of Golden Freddy might be weird if he's in animatronic form. I respect whoever can fully write these animatronics as that.
•Also what do you think about the banners though? No need for me to scroll and find GIFs now XD
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•This man is a gentleman- please expect a lot of hand kisses. And I don't mean just the classic one, he likes kissing your hands, and your cheeks a lot.
•Likes nuzzling your neck and shoulder.
•Back hugs. A LOT of back hugs! You'll just be working, then Goldie will appear out of nowhere and hug you from behind, nuzzle his face into your neck and cuddle you.
•Don't be surprised, you'll be called "Dear", "Sweetheart.", "Honey" and "Dearest" a lot.
•Goldie is really quiet and observant, so before he introduces himself he'll want to know more about you -... Stalking-
•If he finds any worthy gifts around the pizzeria for you, he'll steal them and give them to you -even if they're already owned by someone else-
•Goldie likes to spoil you but he's really quiet, other than calling you nicknames I doubt he's really good with expressing his feelings verbally so he'll do it physically.
•Cuddles, hugs, holding your hand, gentle lingering touches on your arm, shoulder and cupping your face.
•Showering your face in kisses and like I said; He'll just grab your hand at random then bring it up to kiss it.
"I hope you're doing well, dearest."
•His expression would be so gentle, a soft small smile on his face, gently holding both your hands before giving a soft kiss to your forehead.
•I headcanon Goldie as a little manipulative and sadistic at times, though it's never aimed at you in this instance, he'll just manipulate whoever is around you, whoever he deems as a bad influence that is.
•Protective when he's soft. But that's to you only, if you express your concerns on whoever is bothering you to Goldie, he'll make sure to take care of them.
"How unfortunate… Don't worry about it honey, you can always lean on me no matter what."
•Goldie knows his obsession can be too much, so he won't restrict you in any way when you come to visit "You want to leave? Please come back as soon as you can sweetheart." "That is your new friend? How sweet."
•Don't get me wrong, it still irks Goldie when your attention and affection isn't on him but he'll know better than to make you feel scared of him.
•He's blunt about strong emotions, such as his love for you... And jealousy "Sweetie… Can we spend more time together tonight?" "Hmm? Why?" "I feel a little jealous right now…"
•Although he tries being cute about it, he'll glare at the person whenever he can, which is every second possible when he's not with you.
•Whenever you're close Goldie spends his time with you, he won't care who's around and will still do any affectionate gesture he can -A subtle way to tell them who you're with-
•When you're away he'll either spend his time thinking about you or spying on whoever you're acquainted with, to either learn more about you or make sure they're not in his way.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fallout 4
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Em Schanda/RJ MacCready, Robert Joseph MacCready/Female Sole Survivor, Robert Joseph MacCready/Sole Survivor
Characters: Robert Joseph MacCready, Em Schanda
Additional Tags: Songfic, December 1963, Original song goes to the artist, just one dance, One-Shot, Em and Mac, Fluff galore, just a fluffy thing for you, they're in a relationship already kinda
Summary:
The Minutemen have been around a year. The settlers at Sunshine decide to throw a celebration in appreciation for the organization, its leader, and her bodyguard. She pulls the reluctant merc to the dance floor. Song included cause I was obsessed with it for a week, and decided to throw something together. This is short, but enjoy the vibes!
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I threw together a songfic, so please, check it out! It’s nothing but fluff :)
Characters: Din Djarin, Baby Yoda, and a nameless little girl
Theme: family, purpose, and acceptance (family fluff time)
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
Title Crawl: The Mandalorian, Din Djarin, found himself in a precarious situation that none of his training or swearing of the Creed could have prepared him for: finding the foundlings. What was supposed to be a routine bounty hunt that promised a handsome reward, turned into an unexpected change of the heart and journey that leads him to have his beliefs turned upside down. He will learn what it means to care for beings that are unable to help themselves and to teach another of belonging and acceptance, something he never believed he would ever do. There will be many overwhelming feelings, awkward questions, angst, and a discovery that family is the only thing that truly matters.
He had already been thrown into unknown territory when he obtained the small 50-year-old green asset from Arvala-7, so he was even more befuddled when he found a stowaway on his ship during his journey back to Nevarro.
CHAPTER 1
What the hell. Din was always a man of few words, but this was a new level of speechlessness.
After making sure the tiny sleeping asset was secure in its pod in the cockpit, he had made his way down the ladder to do a routine check up on supplies and inventory. He knew he was pushing it by not refueling before making it back to Nevarro to exchange the asset for his reward, but he was low on credits and his calculations told him he had just enough fuel to make it before the Razor Crest would be drifting dead in space.
He had heard a brief shuffle below deck while in the cockpit but assumed some of the cargo was adjusting to the transition into hyperspace per usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He was sifting through his inventory of medical supplies, but his mind was distracted by thoughts of the asset in the cockpit, wondering the probability of having a concussion while battling the mudhorn when the asset had used… sorcery… to give him the upper hand on obtaining the hairy egg for the Jawas. He had to have been seeing ridiculous things when that happened, there was no other explanation. Concussions were to be expected among Mandalorians unfortunately, but the helmets were supposed to prevent it. His new acquaintance, Kuill, had advised him to make sure he rested sufficiently if a concussion had happened, but he had yet to see unnatural things in the past when he recovered from injuries… but what he saw the green asset do could not be explained.
No questions, he reminded himself. So what if he was seeing things? He just needed to rest and recover from the last few eventful days he had, and that’s what led him to collapsing on his uncomfortable cot, and as a result, hearing a strange squeak that scared the shit out of him.
Immediately, he stood to lift the cot up and found… a child. He stared at the youngling for a few moments in a state of bewilderment. He was almost surprised it wasn’t another strange green creature, much like the asset upstairs. She was definitely human. How did she sneak in without me noticing? How long has she been in here?
Too late, he noticed the small girl was shaking and crying quietly, attempting to make herself into a smaller ball of thin limbs. Obviously, she was terrified of him, Mandalorians were designed to look intimidating and led people to assume they were being hunted when one was seen in public. He blinked a few times to see if the youngling was still actually there and thanked the Maker he was wearing his helmet… except he wasn’t wearing it at all.
It had become routine for him to take it off when he laid down on the cot to rest, but routine can be unexpectedly ruined.
His heart beat wildly from panic as he slowly crouched down to pick up his helmet, all while staring at the crying young girl to make sure she didn’t run or attack him while attempting to cover his face again. Once it was secured on his head, he remained on the girl’s level, trying to figure out how she managed to end up under his uncomfortable bed, and attempted to compartmentalize the fact that he had his kriffing helmet off in front of a living being because he did not have the current head space to tackle all these issues at once in his cluttered, exhausted mind. After stealing another moment of reading the child’s face and determining she feared him and she was not a threat to him, uncertain, he figured he should say or do something to end the tense stare off.
Wordlessly, he slowly reached his hand out to her, resulting in her cowering away, beginning to shake even more than before. Instinctively, he understood she felt unsafe and probably hadn’t felt safe for most of her life. With that knowledge, he retracted his hand, slowly stood straight, and backed away to avoid frightening her further.
He walked toward his makeshift kitchen corner and retrieved two cups and straws to fill with water. He heard the tiny girl whimpering now and slowly walked back over to kneel with more space apart than before from the youngling. He reached over to set the cup full of water and the straw between them on the floor – a sort of peace offering. I know all about waiting, he thought as he patiently observed her. After a moment Din moved his straw and cup near his helmet, bending the straw under his helm, and drank from it. The girl observed Din curiously while he drank his water, and thankfully she wasn’t whimpering or shaking as much as she had previously. Her eyebrows were arched in confusion at first, but eventually Din saw she understood what he was doing. He then gestured to the cup, expressing that it’s hers to take. She eyed the water cup warily, distrusting the tall man, but thirst got the best of her and quickly picked up the cup and straw to drink from it.
How long had she gone without water… or food? He pondered as he watched her gulp the water before he could even finish his cupful.
After she finished, she sat the cup back down on the floor again, relieved to quench her thirst but still looking warily at the quiet man. Din wasn’t sure how old she was or if she could speak basic, so he settled on a relieved sigh once he finished his cup, satisfied he could make progress with this unexpected turn of events.
The Mandalorian began to make an internal list of facts while setting the cups and straws back in the kitchen area. This he was sure of presently: first, his back was sore; second, he wasn’t seeing things; third, there’s a magical green child passed out in the cockpit; fourth, there’s a dehydrated, teary-eyed youngling sitting in front of him; and fifth, the galaxy was punishing him for taking off his helmet, when all he wanted was a few kriffing minutes of uninterrupted rest.
While he was back sitting on the floor near his dismantled bunk, Din realized he was thinking for far too long on his five pressing issues, only because he suddenly heard a light snore coming from the young girl. He supposed she became bored with his quiet stare and ended up in an exhausted slumber.
Stealthily, he stood without waking her to go find a blanket, figuring it may be a long sleep for her. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in quite some time, considering the dark circles under her weepy eyes when he observed her previously. As he was searching through supplies for a blanket, he had to pause and ask himself, why am helping this stowaway? He couldn’t determine the appropriate reason, or maybe he didn’t want to admit his pure motivations, or else he would have to realize he felt pity for this youngling. Shaking his head of these unwarranted thoughts, he blamed it on the Creed and didn’t question it, determined to compartmentalize this issue and think about it later when he could finally shut his eyes for a moment of peace.
Unfortunately, the flustered Mandalorian couldn’t find a sheet or blanket anywhere on the Razor Crest, therefore, without thinking, he unattached his worn cape that had seen better days and headed quietly toward the sleeping girl. He lightly covered the youngling with his dirty cape, all the while avoiding the questions his mind conjured on why he was even doing all of this for a desert rat. Later, he reminded himself.
Remembering the tiny green asset sleeping in the cockpit, he made his way up to check on the ship’s functions and see if it had awakened. As he entered through the doorway, he pressed the button on the asset’s pod to open it and found the creature opening its eyes, at first confused, but interestingly perked up once recognizing Din.
As the tall exhausted man collapsed in the pilot’s chair, he allowed himself to devise a plan: first, drop off the asset to the client, and then ask the Armorer about where he can leave the young girl. It was the least he could do, and he couldn’t have a youngling staying on his ship. This was no life for a child, he knew that well.
Should he tell the Armorer about the girl seeing him briefly without his helmet? After contemplation, Din determined it was wise to do so. He prided himself in being an honest man no matter the cost, and he trusted the Armorer to advise him well and point him in the right direction… even if that meant he had to give up his life over a small mistake. While others might keep it a secret and lie, he would be an honorable man and do the right thing for the Way. Maybe the Maker will be merciful.
Eventually, Din fell into a brief, deep sleep but abruptly woke hearing a light giggling coming from the asset. He quickly turned his head to look at it and found not only the green creature but the young girl as well. Startled, the girl looked at the Mandalorian, quickly backed away, and began running out of the cockpit.
“Wait,” Din commanded, making the girl stop in the doorway. He didn’t stand, worried he would frighten her even more from sudden movements. He slowly lifted his gloved palm out to her, an invitation to stay and listen to what he had to say. The youngling stared at his outstretched hand and rooted herself, indicating she would not go anywhere else.
Satisfied, the patient man then gestured to the seat behind his, silently offering it to her. Appearing unsure of what to do, the girl stood in the same spot, so the Mandalorian lightly stated, hoping to sound not as frightening as before, “you can sit there.”
Quietly taking his suggestion, the youngling sat in the passenger’s seat, which Din bemusedly noticed was quite large compared to her small stature. He turned back to the controls and made sure everything checked out before glancing at the curious green asset, who had its ears perked up at the Mandalorian’s attention.
Turning back to the controls and appearing busy, he asked the girl offhandedly, “why did you sneak onto my ship?” Again, his question made him wonder if she even knew basic, or what her mother tongue even was. When she didn’t verbally respond, he turned to glance at her only to receive a shrug as an answer. Maker, she was giving him a run for his credits by forcing him to be the social one between the two of them.
“Surely your family is worried,” he said, fully turned toward her, waiting for some nonverbal tell on the status of why she snuck onto a stranger’s ship. Mostly she kept her face blank, but Din couldn’t miss the tears that began to gather in her eyes. There’s his answer.
“I understand,” he sighs, which makes the girl widen her eyes in surprise. Turning back to the controls, he wasn’t sure what else to say except, “you want the impossible… for them to come back. All you have for now is yourself. You want it – need it – to be enough.” With that, he hoped she could comprehend what he was expressing. I know all about waiting, he reminded himself.
The Mandalorian only heard sniffles in response to his words and allowed her to have a moment to think on what he said.
