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taking roan to see santa and she is so excited to tell him about her new mommy and the things she wants for christmas and when she gets there she is TERRIFIED of the man 🎅

a family trip to the mall to see santa!! fem!reader 5k words

"I'm gonna tell Santa about my new mom, and my new house, and my new bed, and my new-"

"Babe, you're supposed to ask him for things you want, not tell him about stuff you already have."

Roan reaches out to stroke Eddie's face absent-mindedly. He loves how loving she is, and by extension, loves that he's made her this way.

"But I didn't have a mom or a house or a bed last year."

He snorts, fingers wrapped up in the ribbon laces on her shiny black shoes. "You actually did have a bed, and a house."

"A real house, dad."

"It was a real house," he argues with little heat, straightening up her socks where they've started slipping down, fingertips pressed into her soft skin. "It was a home, anyway. You know, me and Uncle Wayne lived together in his trailer for more than ten years and it was amazing."

It had been cramped, crowded, and it had been a stuffy hell in the summer, but it was just fine. It was more than that.

He leans back and takes in Roan again. He's dressed her in a navy blue dress with the lining of a white skirt peeking out underneath. She has a cardigan over the top to fight the cold, and he'll wrap her up in her big puffy coat for good measure as soon as he's done her hair. She looks adorable, adorable and well-kept

He feels the familiar rush of parent pride. Fuck, I'm a good dad.

"And we had fun, didn't we? In our trailer?" he asks her, chucking under her chin.

She grins at him, a mouthful of tiny white pearls. "Duh, dad. We had the best times ever, with Rufus and Georgia and Steve."

He smiles himself, reminded of the stray cats that had flocked to their home and their names. Steve had been an especially dishevelled calico, and his name had been a great point of contention between the Munson's and human Steve.

"You know, we could always go visit them," he offers, pleased at the twinkle that grows in Roan's eyes.

"We could?" she asks, gasping.

"Sure, babe. I bet they miss us, and it's cold. We'll make them some fried chicken when we have time, yeah? You and me'll be the talk of the cat town."

"And Y/N," Roan says insistently.

He strokes her cheek with his thumb. "And Y/N," he says as he stands up. "Now, little lady. Bunches or braids?"

By the time he's weaved her hair back into one impressive braid you're finally getting home from the doctor. A completely routine check up and still he's terrified for a split second that you're gonna come in and declare a problem. You simply pose in the doorway and smile.

"Nothing wrong with me that wasn't wrong before," you say breezily. "Hello, my loves. Did anything happen while I was gone?"

Roan scrambles to stand on the kitchen chair and pose as you're posing. Your expression drops, as does your jaw, and you take a while to pick it back up.

"Aw, princess, would you look at you? You look beautiful."

She giggles as you swoop in to kiss her. You take her face into two delicate palms and stroke curly baby hairs behind her ears. A year ago, even a couple of months ago, you would've asked before you kissed her. Now, you pucker up wordlessly, and Roan bears her cheek like she can't wait. If her excited shifting from one foot to the other is anything to go by, she can't.

"You look so, so pretty," you praise, pulling away to wipe at the splodge of lip balm you've left shining on her baby cheek.

"You look more pretty," Roan says.

Eddie adores you both in ways he can't articulate.

His unspoken affection summons your attention. You let your hands fall to her shoulders and meet his eyes over her head. For a moment you smile abashedly, the awkward amazing smile you'd been wearing when you first met. It eases into something easier, something Eddie isn't ashamed to admit he loves more. This one practically oozes love.

"Do you want to get changed?" you ask.

He pretends like you've slapped him. "What do you mean? This isn't mall-worthy?"

"Your work overalls and my apron?" you ask wryly. "Sure, wear that."

He tries not to smile but he's practically sticky with it, kissing your cheek and patting Roan's back in tandem before he escapes upstairs to change. He puts on a pair of tight black slacks and a dark navy button down to match Roan, rolling the sleeves up in the way he knows you love.

There's Christmas music and giggling downstairs when he returns. Roan's now standing on the table of all places, her hands in your hands, the two of you dancing quite aggressively considering it's Jingle Bell Rock. You start to swing her around, pulling her into your chest so you can waltz in time with the music.

You swing to face the doorway and cheer when you see him. "Dad!" you direct Roan's attention. "That's your nicest button down. Is that the one you wore when you proposed?"

He smiles at the memory but quickly hides it, peering down at his shirt as if it's the most boring item of clothing Walmart's ever made. "This old thing?" He lets the dramatics fall. "No, not this one. I might be wearing the same socks, though, if you wanna check?"

You dip your face down to Roan's and rub the bridges of your noses together. "No thanks," you say, slipping into some bubbly mom talk. "He thinks I wanna look at his socks, did you hear? What a weirdo."

"Weirdo," she echoes.

"Wretched women," he mumbles, heading for the shoe rack. He shoves on a pair of boots and raises his volume. "Come on, sweet girls, time to go see Santa!"

"Santa!"

Roan squirms out of your arms and onto the floor. She sprints for the front door and grabs clumsily at the handle, slightly too short to reach and pull down with any force. Eddie takes her coat down from the hanger and bunches up the sleeves to get her hands through. One arm then two, she makes it difficult work but it's something he's become an expert in. Wayne once said he reckoned Eddie could get an octopus into a straight jacket.

"Babe, move out the way," he says.

Roan steps back enough for him to crack the door and then bursts into the cold. She seems less enthusiastic when the ice bites at her naked knees, looking to Eddie for reassurance.

He hands you the keys and you take them automatically. "I'm gonna get her into the car before she turns into a popsicle."

Realisation dawns on your face. "I dont have my purse. Be right there," you say, spinning back into the house.

He catches up to Roan where she's waiting by your car. She has a car seat in your car and his, but yours is the one at the front of the driveway. She looks tiny next to it, smaller when she starts shivering. It's a sub level Christmas in Hawkins.

"Alright, Ro, in you go," he says, opening door. He covers the top of the doorway with his hand so she can't knock herself out and straps her in once she's situated.

"It's cold," she says through chattering teeth.

"I'm sorry, your wool stockings were in the wash, babe." He covers her frost-bitten cheeks, blood pinking her skin. "We might need to get you some pants at the mall, so you don't fr-fr-freeze to death," he says, imitating her shivering.

She giggles infectiously. "You're funny."

He presses a kiss to her head. "All legs in the ride!" he warns.

"Don't cut her legs off," you call from the front door.

"Never. Am I driving?" he asks, closing Roan's door. He succeeds in not mauling her.

"Do you want to?"

"Get in the car."

"Yes, ma'am," he purrs, escaping around to the passenger side and away from your clutches.

The drive consists of Eddie messing with your deteriorating stereo system and Roan's ecstatic babbling. She's back onto what she wants to tell Santa. New mom, new house, new bed, new princess dresses, new kitchen, new pet fish. The list goes on. Though they aren't as new as she thinks; you, Eddie and Roan have been living together now for a couple of months, and you and Eddie have been engaged for almost as long. The novelty has yet to wear off for Roan. Eddie hopes his daughter will be this amazingly happy for the rest of her life.

"You think it's gonna break?" you ask, watching the stereo with all the caution of a lion tamer.

"God, I hope so. I'll know what to get you for Christmas, then."

It's a bluff — Eddie's already got you a bunch of gifts, some of which you're pretending you don't know about, and some he's actually managed to hide well.

"You won't believe what I got for-" You cough. "Uh, Lucky."

He laughs, checking over his shoulder to see if Roan's listening. She absolutely isn't, feet wiggling along to the static riddled kiddie songs and Teddy the one eared bear in her lap. "I'm gonna tell him you need a new ear, Teddy, don't worry," she says, tone conspiring.

He winces like she's listening. "Yeah, what was it? A new plant?"

"Yeah," you mumble. You're a bad liar. "New plant. It's pink and gold and it's made out of velvet silk," — you lower your voice to a whisper — "with handmade skirts and hand sewn sequins."

His eyes go wide. "I thought we said no more presents for Lucky."

"Did we say that?"

"Well, I said that. Starting to think you weren't listening." He pinches your thigh, quick and nipping to get you squealing.

"I listened," you insist through laughter, facing him with a bright, bright smile. You keep your eyes on the road. "I just didn't comply."

"I'm not above force."

You gasp, delighted. "You dog! My little girl's in the car."

"My little girl isn't listening."

"Yes I am."

You snort so loud it probably hurts your throat.

Eddie whips his head to Roan and her cheeky smile. "I know what we should- what we should get Lucky for Christmas," she says knowingly.

"What's that, princess?" you ask, watching her through the rearview. Each word drips with love.

"A girlfriend," she says.

"Yeah? We'd need to get him a bigger tank, too-"

"So that's not happening," Eddie says.

He hates being the voice of reason, on record despises it, but you love Roan so much, you're fucking whipped, you'd pull Mount Fuji from the Earth and put it behind Bradley's if she asked you to, so while he loves nonsense and participating in it, he has to say no. You can't afford a new fish tank now you've paid for the honeymoon vacation and the wedding venue deposit and Christmas.

Or rather, Eddie can't afford it. He works on principle. Your money is your money. His money is your money. You argue that your money is a hundred percent his money too and he fights you on it all the time, even though you're technically the breadwinner. He's not too proud to let you pay more rent, more toward groceries, more everything. Now. It had been a little bit of a sore spot at first.

He'd reasoned that he should be paying more in reality because of Roan and you'd glared at him half-seriously and said, Don't insult me, handsome. You know I love her.

You more than love her, and if you want to spend every last penny of your paycheck on Christmas this month he won't fight you on it.

Besides that, he can't take any extra hours because he has to pick up Roan. You love that argument because it supports your conclusion, among others — Eddie does the majority of the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning. But, those arguments should be moot. You definitely carry your weight, plus, he loves to do stuff for you. Should be, but you do that stupid fucking thing that you do wherein your hands are all over his face and your voice is soft as silk in his ear, and you kiss under his jaw and win any and every argument in a pathetically small amount of time. He'd die for you. You're a cheater.

"Spoilsport," you mumble, pulling into the parking lot outside the mall with a bumpy turn.

"Lucky needs a girlfriend fish, dad, or he'll get so lonely he'll die."

Eddie blows hair out of his face and zips up his jacket, opening your door with a mostly respectful kick. He rushes to get Roan out before you can, knowing you'll carry her all the way inside and give yourself achey shoulders.

"Why do you say that?" Eddie asks as he opens her door. Roan looks up all smiles, Teddy clutched to her neck. "Why do you think he'll die? Lonely people don't die, babe."

"Are you sure?"

He unclips her straps and pulls her out deftly. He'd let her walk herself but the cold is biting and he can carry her much quicker. "I'm positive."

Her face crinkles up. He likely shouldn't have mentioned death, she's too small, but Roan has a strange understanding of all things macabre. Santa's more real to her than death, for sure.

"Maybe I can ast Santa for a big tank for Lucky and then he can have a girlfriend and a baby."

The dropped 'k' on ask makes Eddie stupidly emotional. A habit she's falling out of from when she was younger.

You start pushing him behind the shoulders. "Let's go," you whine, "before we all get hypothermia."

He makes sure there's room in the crook of his arm for your hand while making his way toward the mall sliding doors. You fall into step beside him.

Eddie begins stranger prep.

"You gotta be polite to Santa, remember? Because he sees all these little girls and boys and he's tired from the Christmas rush, and he's taking the time to come see you."

Roan nods seriously. "My pleases and thank you, dad, I always remember," she says.

"Yes, you do," you praise, though she does not.

"Do you think he can get Lucky a girlfriend?" Roan asks you.

More terrible smiles. "Yes, he definitely can. What kind of girlfriend? A goldfish, too? They have black goldfish in the Petsmart with big heads like raspberries- oh, we should go see them after we talk to Santa!"

Roan's nodding grows more and more voracious. "Can we, dad?" she asks.

"Why're you askin' me? Y/N already said you could."

You almost trip over yourself trying to kiss his cheek. He knows you love him. He suspects you love being a parent more. He's rubbed your back through enough 'I'm so lucky' breakdowns to know you're genuinely in love with his little girl.

Inside the warmth of the mall entryway, Eddie sets Roan on her feet. She holds both hands up. He takes one, you take the other, and she rambles about Lucky's potential lover as you both lead her to the entrance of the food court where the mall Santa's grotto has been set up this year.

The walls and railings are decorated in spiraling lights and tinsel, store windows teeming with festive merchandise. Kids are everywhere, none as pretty or well-dressed as Roan (in Eddie's totally unbiased opinion), but all looking startled by the intensity of everything. Roan herself baulks.

"It's bright, huh?" Eddie asks her knowingly.

"All the lights," she says.

"Yeah, babe, a lot of lights. There's a really big Christmas tree further in, too, we came here last year to see it."

She shrugs. Eddie's unsure, but he thinks maybe she's drifted a little closer to his legs.

The grotto comes into view and she perks up. "Oh," she says sweetly, breathless with her eyes wide, dark eyes shining in the fairy lights.

"There he is," Eddie encourages, "and some elves, too. We line up, uh-"

"Over there," you say, tugging him and Roan with you like the three of you are a slinky.

Roan bounces on her tiptoes from the end of the line to the very beginning. You and Eddie can't stop sharing secret smiles. He loves doing this every year, and last year he'd done most of it alone. Wayne hates shopping malls and you hadn't been dating quite long enough for him to feel comfortable asking you to do parent stuff at the time. The difference a year can make — it aches in the best way.

"After Santa and the pet store, what's our plan? D'you wanna get pizza? Or something else, we could go to Enzo's?" he asks.

"Enzo's?"

"I'll pay."

"Last time you had a weird stomach for three whole days after. I thought we'd never see you again."

"You love it, though. I'll buy some tums. Take a cushion into the bathroom."

"Ew, no," you say, sounding less disgusted than you could be.

You're both keeping an eye on the line. There's only one kid in front of you now, and Roan is pulling on your arms ready to pounce.

"Chinese?"

"What does macaroanie want?"

"She gets everything she wants all the time. Would it kill you to choose?"

You think it over. "Definitely. Why don't you choose?"

"'Cause I want you to, that's the whole point. You know, it's okay to do things that you want to do."

"I want to make you pick. You can pay, too, if we're going to the pet store. Santa needs a donation, and I'm gonna be strapped for cash."

He mirrors your sweet smile. "Deal."

"Next, please," says a very average sized elf.

You and Eddie steal another look and you drop Roan's little hand to let Eddie walk her up to Santa. She'd loved him last year, asking for a bunch of things Eddie hadn't been able to deliver on. He'd tried his best, had done a bunch of freelance guitar repairs that he wasn't educated for (but isn't half bad at), had scraped and scrimped, he'd even borrowed money from Wayne that Wayne refused to take back the following February when Eddie finally made it up, and he still hadn't been able to get 'princess sheets' or the new Dotty Dolly.

They approach Santa. Roan takes one step, then the other. Santa says hello.

Roan pauses.

"C'mere, hon," Santa says, an older gentleman with a natural white beard. He's a very convincing Santa, all things considered. "Tell old Chris Kringle what you want for Christmas."

Eddie pushes her forward very gently with his fingertips. "Go on, babe, it's okay. You wanted to tell him about your mom and the house and Lucky the fish, right?"

Roan takes the last step. Then, frozen in the face, she backs up, nearly trips, and bolts down into Eddie's legs. She practically flies down the stairs with a freaked out moan.

His eyes blow. He looks at Roan, looks at Santa. "I'm sorry," Eddie says, smiling at the old man awkwardly.

The elves do not look happy.

Eddie bends down. "Roanie," he says urgently, "what's the matter? You don't wanna talk to Santa?"

She says nothing, only clings. Eddie tries to steer her shoulder back to Santa on his big velvet chair and she's having none of it, whining and shoving her head into his thigh.

"Excuse me-" starts the elf.

"Roan, are you sure you don't wanna talk to him? He's Santa, he wants to hear all about your list this year," Eddie tries.

"No."

He sighs, perturbed but not too worried. They can always try again. He says sorry to the elves and to Santa who waves his hand, as if to say it doesn't matter. He gets his hands under Roan's arms and carries her to where you're standing on the other side. You look heartbroken.

"What happened?" you ask softly, stroking a sweet curl behind her ear.

Eddie has no answers and Roan doesn't want to give them, so you make your way to the food court in a shocked silence. Roan has a tendency to deal with negatives in two ways — tantrums for the superficial, withdrawal for the serious. Eddie still isn't good at dealing with the latter. Together, you can usually save the day.

"Roan, bug," Eddie says, so only she can hear, "tell me what happened. You didn't like Santa, huh?"

"Dad," she says, almost inaudible.

He slides a hand behind her neck and tips her away from his chest. "What?"

"He didn't look how I remembered."

"'Cause you're older," he says.

He's employed his nicest, smoothest dad voice. The gentle one for all her scariest moments, like shots at the doctor's office and the time she wet herself in the playground in front of the other kids. Anything to assuage her embarrassment, a safety blanket.

He slides into a booth and you hover.

"Would something yummy make it feel better?" you ask hopefully.

Roan shakes her head into Eddie's neck.

"I-" You look super crushed. Everything had been going well. He knows how badly you want Christmas to be perfect.

"How about," Eddie cuts you off, not unkindly, "you and me and mom get warm donut holes and ice cream to dip them in? We've never had then with her, have we?"

It's a good Christmas tradition.

Roan can't resist. "Okay," she says.

"I'll get them," you volunteer. "I got it."

Something hooks you as you're trying to leave and you double back to kiss the top of her head and Eddie's temple in quick succession. He smiles at you genuinely, happy when your frown livens up. Roan will be okay in a little while, no doubt. No need for you to tear yourself up over it.

Alone, Eddie eases Roan off of his lap and onto the bench beside him. He takes her little hands into his. She looks nearly angry, dark eyebrows pinched up and her eyes welled with tears.

"It's okay that you didn't like Santa," he murmurs.

"I wanted to tell him about Y/N," she says, lower lip trembling.

"We can always go and see him again."

She stiffens.

"Or we can try a different day, yeah? C'mon, where's my brave girl gone?"

"He smiled funny…" she mumbles.

He feels awful instantly. He doesn't need Roan to be brave if she can't be.

"Well, if you want," he says, inclining his head, "you could tell me what you want for Christmas, I could tell Santa."

She looks up. "You'll tell Santa?"

"Oh, yeah," he says quickly. "I tell Santa all the stuff you forget. How'd you think you got your space hopper last year? And your princess slippers? I tell him all the things you want."

"He still didn't get me Dotty Dolly."

"He's old, babe. He's all senile, like Wayne." Sorry Wayne.

Her face flops into his upper arm, chubby cheek squished to the mild curve of his bicep. She lets out a morose sigh. "Sorry, dad."

He nudges her gently. "For what?"

"Being not brave."

He presses his forehead to her hair. "I didn't mean that. You don't have to be brave meeting new people. It's scary, even if you met them before. Like Y/N," he says, nuzzling Roan's silky hair affectionately, "I don't know if you remember, you were always excited to see her, and I used to think I was excited too. Then we'd get to Morgan's cake shop and I'd make us late because I was hiding in the car. She used to make me nervous, and now she's your mommy."

He wraps his arm around her shoulders. "Sometimes we need time to get to know people before we're ready to talk to them. It's okay that you got scared, babybug, promise."

She goes limp. Her cheek slides down the length of his stomach and lands on his thigh. "I really wanted Lucky to have a girlfriend."

He pets her hair, accomplished in his dad duties. (He hopes. Tonight he'll go over this conversation with you and wonder if he should've said something else.)

"Lucky can definitely still have a girlfriend. What did I just say? I'll make sure Santa knows exactly what you want, no sweat."

She huffs another huge sigh that must take up her entire lung capacity. He tickles the back of her neck with the end of her braid slowly, drawing circles around her ear and her earlobe until her shoulders are heaving.

"You're laughing," he accuses.

"No I'm not," she says into his leg.

"No?" He lets her hair go in favour of scratching her neck. "We can change that."

You return with way too much ice cream and twice as many donuts to find her squealing and cornered in the booth, curled up into a ball like a pill bug to evade Eddie's cruel hands.

"What are you doing to her?" you demand.

"I'm cuddling her. What's it look like to you, mister?"

"Mister? You sick freak."

"You're the sick freak, freak. Sit down and give my girl one of those donut holes before she keels over."

"She's already keeled! Get offa her, the ice cream's melting on my hands."

He stops tickling Roan and she finds the strength to sit. You're ecstatic to see her happy again and you show it with a grand proferring of sweet treats and three plastic spoons. You've bought a whole lotta donuts and an ice cream boat with chocolate fudge and cherries, and you let her maul it without complaint. It's a good time, a great one, to watch Roan teach you how to dip the still-warm donuts in your ice cream, and to watch the two of you try to eat them without getting powdered sugar and chocolate all over your fancy clothes.

He ties the cherry stem with his tongue and mystifies Roan, who spends the next ten minutes trying to do the same. He feels so sorry for her that when she sticks her little tongue out with an untied stem for the tenth time, he meets your eyes and nods and the two of you cheer like crazy.

He hadn't brought his bag, a rookie mistake, so he nabs some napkins from the condiments table and gives Roan the good old spit and polish.

Clean-ish, he takes her hand and she stands on the bench, hopping off and landing with Munson grace (her knees give out). You take the long way around the grotto so she won't have to see Santa again and come across the mall's huge Christmas tree.

"Woah," she gasps, enthralled.

Eddie really should've brought the camera, even if he only has two pieces of film left. He wants to remember this forever, her face still soft with baby fat reflected back from a giant golden bauble, tinsel bouncing light all over her skin like a mirrorball. You bend down beside her and grin.

"Eddie, look at it from down here."

He suspends his disbelief and kneels down.

From the floor, the tree looks bigger than any skyscraper, and it shines like a star. If you follow the tree all the way to its angel at the top, you can look past it into the skylight, where the dark night shines with pinprick stars.

"Our Christmas tree doesn't look this good," you say.

"Yes it does!" Roan says, turning to you with a stern scowl. "Our Christmas tree is the best one they ever made."

"Yeah?"

"Mm. And I got to put the star on."

"Yeah, you did." You rest your hands on her shoulders and the two of you look up together.

I need a fucking camera, Eddie thinks hotly.

—

Petsmart is like an aquarium at 6PM. The lights have been lowered, the fish tanks glowing bright blue and bubbling in the dim light. A hundred white and red babies swim erratically, their fins a blur in the top tank. Underneath, there are tanks filled with algae-eating snails that move surprisingly quickly. To the left, the big black goldfish with puffy cheeks lavish in their more spacious tank.

"Where's the ones with the raspberry head?" Roan whispers.

Your eyes follow a beautiful red goldfish the size of three fingers. "I don't know, little lady," you mumble, entranced by the goldfish's graceful arc.

"Do you think Lucky would have a crush on him?"

You look to where she's pointing at, little finger chasing a telescope fish.

"I think he'd love him. He's a big one."

"I thought Lucky wanted a girlfriend?" Eddie asks.

"But all these ones are boys, dad."

He frowns, endearingly confused. "How can you tell?"

"I just know."

You love the way she says it, love every little word she says. She sounds confident in her declaration but the way she pronounces her words harbours the clumsiness that comes with being a young kid, 'know' carrying a lot of weight, of humour, like she can't believe Eddie would say something that silly.

"What about that one? She looks kinda girly, no?"

The three of you watch the fish in question complete a small loopty-loop.

"Nah," you say, "that's definitely a boy. He has abs."

"They're called gills."

"Do they have any pink fish?" Roan asks.

"Maybe not. They have pink plants. Hey, I saw the ornaments on the way in, they have a castle. Think Lucky would like that?"

If Petsmart didn't close at 6.30 you could stay and watch the fish tanks with them forever. You hop along to the ornaments and try to catalogue all the ones Roan expresses an interest in. Buying them won't count as spoiling her, it'll be spoiling Lucky. Eddie can't possibly be irked over that.

"Don't even think about it," he mouths.

You remember Roan's unhappy face when she was confronted with the horror of the mall Santa up close and decide she can't leave empty handed.

"Why don't we get him something now? You can put it in his tank tonight before bed."

"Really?" Roan asks.

"Go crazy."

Roan hesitates, spoiled for choice, hands feeling over the ornaments one at a time. Eddie tells her she can't pick anything from the tip shelf and you're glad for it, because it is Christmas coming and they're extortionate hand crafted things you cannot afford.

"This one," she says.

She picks up a heavy looking Christmas tree glued to a white plate, multi-coloured presents nestled at the trunk. It's a glorious twelve dollars.

You let Roan carry the bag out of the Petsmart. She turns to Eddie and says, "Please make sure Santa gets Lucky a girlfriend like the one with the big eyes. And please tell him that I have the best new mommy and the bed and the new house, please."

He beams at her. "We can strike those off the list, for sure. What do you want now you got all the stuff you asked for last year?"

"Pink hair."

Eddie whistles through his teeth appreciatively. "Gnarly."

"And a bounce house," she adds.

He shakes his head at you before you can ask.

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Funny Coincidence? [Bang Chan x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none at all ~

Geneal information: Reader is hinted to be female, but overall I kept them pretty gender neutral. Excuse any typos and mistakes, English isn't my native language

*looks at camera* Arien, this is for you ~🩷 Heavily inspired in a situation that happened irl with my friend and her reason to get that husky family Enjoy your read~ 🐺🖤

Christopher could not keep his eyes away from the pastel colored box, silliness coloring his smile and bubbling in his chest.

Their little beady eyes stared up at him in the cutest way, tiny fuzzy faces adding to their adorableness. Not to mention the minuscule clothes and accessories that only worsened the cute aggression felt in that moment.

Sylvanian Families - Husky Family

He couldn't control the giggles caught in his throat, letting them out into the air while kicking his legs from the emotion.

A mom dressed in a tiny pastel pink dress

A dad doning the smallest set of blue shirt and pants

And three adorable baby huskies swaddles in different pastel colored blankies

Your boyfriend remembers the stars in your eyes and the gasp that left you when you locked your gaze on that particular set of miniature animals weeks back.

How could he? That child-like joy looked beautiful on you!

Chris remembers how you clinged to his arm and dragged him into the toy store, begging and listing off the reasons why you "absolutely needed" that set.

You yolted with excitement when the shopkeep announced it was their last box of that particular set, growing anxious at the prospect of getting your hands over the husky family.

"If I may ask and know, what is so special of this set that you "must" have it?"

Words failed you and slipped off your tongue without any sense as a stuttered excuse was conjured by your brain, "Childhood pet! Yep, and it's a limited edition, too!" You held the small box close to your chest while making your way to the register, "C-C'mon, there's no way I'll let this opportinuty go... It's the last set!"

A heavy blush covered your cheeks, even tinting the tips of your ears, after his curiosity reached you.

You might think those small, fuzzy animals are the cutest ever, but your flushed face right then and there was his opinion on cutest ever.

So, that day you went home with new figurines to display on your desk and with the sweetest, biggest smile on your lips.

Later on, BangChan did his research and found out the husky family wasn't really a limited set, or at least that's what Calico Critter forums said. Needless to say, that curiosity from earlier resurfaced.

What was the real reason you were desperate to get them?

It wasn't until today that it dawned on him.

You had made plans to spend some time together at your apartment, watch some movies, play some games, and enjoy your favorite snacks.

Once his eyes landed on your desk, he matched two and two together.

You had run out the room to refill your drink. This left him all alone in your personal paradise, filled with trinkets and decorations that showed your unique and colorful self.

From soft PomPomPurin plushies to anime figurines and posters on your walls, with photo frames of you with your friends, family and boyfriend scattered here and there.

Your very own WolfChan plush stood right beside the husky family, with a polaroid of your 2nd anniversary date and one of his photocards situated in between your collectibles.

The spark went off in his brain

Huskies do look a lot like wolves, after all

"Is that supposed to be...us?" Chris mused to himself, a smile growing on his lips.

Love exploded in his chest, emotions running a mile a minute, leaving his brain completely melted at just how utterly adorable you were.

His heart skipped a beat, "So, does that mean... [Name] wants a family? With me?!"

That's how we end up with Chan kicking his legs in excitement as giggles erupt from his lips, face burried in one of your plushies to muffle the sound and hide his goofy fanboy smile.

At the sound of your footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up, rearranged Purin properly on your bed, and took deep breaths to calm down, appear as if nothing had happened.

As soon as you stepped in, his arms were around you, bringing you close to him, "Hey~"

Careful, not wanting to spill your drink, you hugged him back, "Hey there~ Missed me much?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh, kinda," As much as he wanted to appear nonchalant, the roll of his chuckle betrayed him.

While you knew him to be a cheery, funny guy, something about his demeanor felt off.

"What's up? Saw a funny tiktok or something?" You inquired.

He shook his head, "No, no, I just-... Just wondering~"

You took this as your queue to separate slightly and look up at him, taking the opportunity to set your glass down on a stable surface.

"Oh? Can I know about what, luv?" You asked.

More giggles came to the surface as he looked at you, carressing the small of your back with his thumb from where his arms remained loosely on your waist.

Confused, but with his excitement being contagious, a smile formed on your lips as you waited for his answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, love and eagerness shining in his eyes, "Should we get started making the husky babies?"

You tilted your head slightly, not fully understanding his suggestive tone.

"Wha-OH!" You exclaimed once you followed his gaze to your desk, or rather, to the box containing your Calico Critters.

"Oh my god, Christopher!" That adorable blush from the day you acquired the set returned to your face, hands going up to cover your cheeks.

Laughter filled the air as the leader of Stray Kids brought you back to his chest, showing his teasing ment no harm or pressure, it was simply a silly joke. A joke to demonstrate he understood now the reason why you wanted that specific family of dogs.

All you could do was groan as more laughter spilled from him.

"It's okay, babe! If anything, I think that's quite cute, and I agree with your vision," He reassured, hand going up to pat your head.

At the mention of cute, you peeked up at him slightly, indirectly inquiring an explanation.

Christ pointed at the box, "It's us! It totally is us!" His glee was akin to that of a small child, "Well, us in a future, 'cus we agreed that kids aren't in the picture just yet."

You snorted silently, hitting his chest without force in your hand, "You dork."

He feighend offence, "Me?! You're the one who thought of us with that set! You're the bigger dork here!"

You resorted to further burrying your face into his chest with a small giggle, embarrassment dissipating.

Well, the "secret" was out, but at last he reacted the best way possible!

Even if you couldn't see, Chan smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Really, it's very adorable. You don't know what you did to my heart."

You remained like that for a while longer, enjoying the close proximity and warmth of his embrace.

Slowly, you turned towards your decorated desk and reached for the Sylvanians. You held it our for both of you to look at closely.

"It's us."

"It really is us."

You looked at Chan and he looked at you, both sharing a sweet smile as he brought your foreheads together.

"You're so silly," he said.

"And you love silly old me~," you said with triumph.

"Yeah, I do," overwhelming love was evident in his voice.

It was only natural for your lips to find each other after, longing to demostrate the mutual adoration that gives life to your relationship.

[ END ]

Hehehehe 😈🤭💖 I personally really enjoyed writing this piece, since I wrote it with a target in mind, one of my dearest friends in life! Hope it was to your liking~! Fee freeto like, reblog, and comment~

#writing in dreams #idol imagines #stray kids #christopher bang #bang chan #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #christopher bang x reader #kpop imagines

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ethies · 7 months

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bwww ... does the knight of space mind coming up w lucky cat themed names , pronouns && titles ? ^^ ( if not too much or you do not feel comfey doing the lucky cat npts , pronouns that r similar 2 she / her or he / him would b nice too :3 )

hello ! here are some names , pronouns , and titles for you ...! this divine being thanks you for requesting , schy had lots of fun writing these out ^^

𓇼 . . lucky cat names : luckitty , fortune , fausta , faustette , faustina , felicity , kismet , kizzy , kit , katte , whisker , calico , callie , cheshette , cheshire , mewlina , meowli , mitten ( s ) , lioness , lionette , sylvie , sylvester , purrlina , purrette , nepeta

𓇼 . . lucky cat pronouns : mew ﾉ mews , purr ﾉ purrs , mrr ﾉ mrrp , mao ﾉ maos , meo ﾉ meow , whis ﾉ whisker , lu ﾉ luck , for ﾉ fortune , fa ﾉ fate , paw ﾉ paws , fu ﾉ fur , paw ﾉ claws , mrow ﾉ mrows , leap ﾉ leaps , pitter ﾉ patter , cat ﾉ nip , hi ﾉ hiss , ble ﾉ bless , chan ﾉ chance , des ﾉ destiny , :3 ﾉ :3s

𓇼 . . lucky cat titles : che who meows / mews / purrs / etc , this lucky feline , this fortunate kitty , the one who prospers , this cat of fate , the one you have met by chance , che who ' s luck flows like a river , cher luck , cher kismet , che of unmeasured fortune , this cat who walks with luck on cher side , the feline who is made of luck , one who is the most fortunate , che with strong destiny

𓇼 . . she he pronouns : shy ﾉ hyr , schy ﾉ schyr , sh<3 ﾉ h<3r , shx ﾉ hxr , sae ﾉ saer , shwe ﾉ hwer , sh! ﾉ h!r , sh? ﾉ h?r , sh* ﾉ h*r , sh♡ ﾉ h♡r , se ﾉ shim , hy ﾉ hym , hy ﾉ hymn , hey ﾉ hem , h<3 ﾉ h<3m , hx ﾉ hxm , hae ﾉ haem , hwe ﾉ hwim , h! ﾉ h!m , h? ﾉ h?m , h* ﾉ h*m , h♡ ﾉ h♡m , he ﾉ her , she ﾉ him , e ﾉ im , e ﾉ er , her ﾉ sim

please Enjoy these ...! the One Who embodies purity Worked very hard On Them ... v? is especially Proud of the titles ! ae Hopes they are all to your satisfaction , and this Sea creature thanks You for Requesting ! ^^ che may be Replaced with Anybeings Individual pronouns , as always~

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magicpotatoobsession · 1 year

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NEW OFFICIAL ART ALERT

I’d like to think that they all planned to be in neutrals for a photoshoot then ritsuka just about had it with Hiiragi because he came in pastel blue (the calico cat wants to stand out) only for him to then give Hiiragi a free pass seeing that he is just wearing both of the bands’ merch for extra promo 😂😂😂 Ritsu is absolutely thinking “Hiiragi don’t ruin the fucking photo” and there is our cat boi being cheeky with a little RAWR 🐯 Shizu’s and Mafuyu’s little smile like “ah yes we’ve had to deal with years of this behaviour”

It’s canon in my head that Take-chan is just relieved that they are all acting natural and not pissing themselves laughing like their first shoot

This is the design of the shirt Hiiragi is wearing from a previous Kizu official art release

Masterlist of my Given Metas

#and they are all so handsome #given #given manga #official art #Kizu natsuki #mafuyu sato #mafuyama #uenoyama given #akihiko kaji #akiharu #haruki nakayama #metapotato #given anime #mafuyu given #uenoyama x mafuyu #hiiragi x shizusumi #kashima hiiragi

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harmonic-depths-official · 5 months

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Welcome to Harmonic Depths, a Project Sekai fandub.

We plan on dubbing the main stories and events, card stories, memes, and maybe even fan comics and stories!

We are currently looking for video editors, audio mixers/engineers, story translators, and npc voice actors. If you're interested, come check out the Discord server

Our lovely vas are

Miku: Miyuki ( @miyukihamaki )

Rin: Rissa

Len: Miles ( @transgenderemu )

Luka: Lumine ( @thesillylumine on tumblr and @luminetheirohakinnie#0000 on discord)

MEIKO: Melody

KAITO: Turgize (TurgizeVA on Twitter, speaking)

Ichika: Peachy ( @zebrashork )

Saki: Lary ( @bi-gremlin and @correctproseka )

Shiho: SolariaNights

Honami: Seri (flextapeyeehaw on twt)

Minori: Ace

Haruka: Mel

Airi: Epi

Shizuku: Stel

Kohane: Luna

An: Bee

Akito: Lee ( @xlynchiex @batty-voice @getwonderhoyd )

Toya: Dylan

Tsukasa: Nic

Emu: Kokoro

Nene: Richie ( @an-inspired-eternity here and umbren0 on twt)

Rui: Olly ( @olly-png ) for speaking and Pasta ( @femboy-luigi ) for singing

Kanade: Caelus

Mafuyu: Liam ( @commic-jester )

Ena: Hilow

Mizuki: Lou ( @sivler @sivlerr )

Iori: Lou ( @sivler @sivlerr )

Mio: Ewen (pikolore on Twitter)

Mai: Melody

Samo-chan: Seri (flextapeyeehaw on twt)

Nanamin: Pasta ( @femboy-luigi )

Riho: Adrien ( @2-kakimiko-1 )

Ken: Turgize (TurgizeVA on Twitter)

Taiga: Nic

Nagi: Liam ( @commic-jester )

Calico plushie: Richie ( @an-inspired-eternity here and umbren0 on twt)

Hinata: Miles ( @transgenderemu )

Sakurako: Jocey

Mrs Asahina: Lee ( @xlynchiex @batty-voice @getwonderhoyd )

Futaba: Raven ( @ravenssunshine )

Some of our lovely staff members are

@2-kakimiko-1

@xlynchiex @batty-voice @getwonderhoyd

#harmonic depths #fandub #project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #hatsune miku colorful stage #pjsk

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rayasland · 1 year

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𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃 — 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

𝐀/𝐍 ; theres more nagi than most of them bc im literally obsessed with him bro..

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 ; rin itoshi x gn!reader [sacchariins]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ; nagi seishiro [nagicore]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 ; rin itoshi x fem!reader [vrmxlho]

𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ; nagi seishiro x reader [sacchariins]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ; reo mikage, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi x reader [tcshi]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 ; bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, mikage reo x gn!reader [icypopz]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 ; bachira meguru, rin itoshi, nagi seishiro, rensuke kunigami, hyoma chigiri x gn!reader [bachirasbeloved]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 ; nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi sae x reader [planetxiao]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 ; itoshi rin, sae itoshi, kaiser, kunigami, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi x reader [saffyspirals]

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ; yoichi isagi, bachira meguru, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, kunigami rensuke, mikage reo, nagi seishiro x fem!reader [angelltheninth]

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 ; bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin x gn!reader [icypopz]

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 ; nagi seishiro x reader [the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ; meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, yoichi isagi, seishiro nagi x reader [serichira]

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄: 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 ; nagi seishiro x reader [lyome]

𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ; itoshi rin, kaiser, bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, reo mikage, karasu, otoya, niko, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, oliver aiku, itoshi sae, yukimiya, shidou, kunigami rensuke x gn!reader [earthtooz]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ; nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, mikage reo x reader [garoujo]

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓 ; nagi seishiro x reader [mitsies]

@/rayasland 2023

more coming soon!!

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mentos-illinois · 8 months

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Biblically accurate Menhera chan

#-Calico (she/her)#manga #menhera chan manga #menhera chan #manga panel #pink manga panel #blue manga panel

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shutterandpencil · 7 months

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"Lullabies for her Little Sister"

Lullabies on the shamisen.

If you're wondering, Satsuki doesn't sing so much, usually, but, when she does, it's likely in alto voice (her speaking voice is contralto). My general headcanons is that she does know how to play an instrument.

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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 1 month

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Just a bunch of characters i designed, i had made a list of OC ideas a long time ago (it's the same list dee, alive, carrie, makeighlyn and crystalline's current iteration come from) and i figured i'd just draw 'em all out

I'm not gonna do anything with these guys right now (ESPECIALLY considering 3 of them are homestuck trolls and one of them is a steven universe gem, which are fandoms i'm NOT in) but if i end up figuring something out, i might redesign some of them since they haven't had enough time to marinate in my head and i'm not 100% happy with how a handful of them turned out.

I'm too lazy to explain all of them so here's a link to the toyhouse folder they're in but just know that their names (from left to right) are hopscotch, calico, caracal, beaver-kun, log-chan, bowlof sooupe, fergie lishus, sussus amogus, unnamed catgirl, wasabi pearl, salmontha, seeimel, unnamed robo-cat, eve everstone and molly.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 9 months

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If the wereroomies gfs were wolves what do you think their role/subgender would be? Please don’t take this as a “hey please turn them”. In my mind it’s an AU based off wereroomies where the entire society are werewolves.

my thoughts down here so ignore if you want

personally I think I feel like pretty mum would be either an alpha with beta tendencies or beta with alpha tendencies. She’s just so Mother and Lady that she has to have alpha somewhere. THE BEST SCENT OMG. She beats Chan in races, both human and wolf forms, allllll the time. Shares any catches she gets

kitten would be omega through and through. In my eyes, she is the definition of hyperfemininity. That wolf would want to be primped, preened, and adored. Minho’s connection with his wolf is still a little wonky but like when his omega looks and smells like that, I don’t know how he functions.

omg they would also have the prettiest wolf forms too. Kitten is probably the littlest wolf and next to Min omg the size. Omg if she was calico colored, so precious. Pretty would be good size, still smaller than all the alphas, like Seungmin size probs. A really nice grey and cream coat with a black tip on her tail

this ask sent my mind into overdrive, because i have thought about this before, and i'm glad i can talk about it sdkjfhsdkjfhsdkjfsdiufh

i love love love your takes, btw! i think they're very accurate, although they don't totally reflect what i've been thinking, i still like them a lot aaaaaaaa

i'm gonna put a cut here bc i'm about to RAMBLE

so, i have changed pretty mum's possible designation so many times.... for me she could be literally anything KJHSDFKFHJSDF but, for now, i have settled on omega with alpha tendencies. However, hers would present VERY differently to Autumn's. her alpha tendencies present mostly on her strong will, and in her leadership skills, more than in her "dominance", if that makes sense. she's very opinionated, and will call you out on your bullshit and do things her way all the time just because she wants them to be done right. like you said, she's very Mother, so of course she's a great leader, too.

now, that Mother-ness in her is also part of her omega qualities. she was just born to be pack mum, you know? and it kinda makes sense, considering she's Chris' true mate. even in this universe, they're soulmates, of course.

i do agree that her wolf form would probably be much bigger than the average omega, which is also part of her alpha traits. and also, because i think it could be a good parallel to her human body and her being plus-size/chubby/etc, y'know? it's such an important part of her character, i feel like it's good that it translates to her wolf form.

with that being said, how do you think Chris and her met each other??? i feel like she'd be part of a different pack, and they'd meet randomly while they're in their wolf forms during a run or something... i can imagine Big Scary Alpha Wolf Chris seeing pretty drinking water from a stream and suddenly his heart rate spikes and the scent of fresh flowers hits him full force.

like, imagine pretty turns around and sees him and is also completely shocked because of the sudden smell of sea air and the huge, very clearly alpha wolf tilting his head to the side and his ears twitching as he takes her in, omg...

Chris would probably walk closer, tentatively to not scare her because he's very much aware that he's huge and scary, but ofc pretty mum doesn't feel threatened at all. and they'll just smell each other for a bit and rub their necks together and and and.... this is so cute, i wish you could see how it's playing out in my head.

idk for some reason pretty will have to leave very quickly and Chris wouldn't have had the time to ask her anything, so he'll spend weeks looking for this wolf, dreaming of her scent and her pretty coat. until one day he's just walking with idk changbin and jisung, and pretty will walk past him and he'll be almost winded by the smell of her scent.

of course he's turning back around, and of course she's already looking at him with wide eyes, and of course she's wearing a pretty sundress. totally the prettiest girl he's ever seen and he just quickly takes a pen out of his bum bag and takes her hand and scribbles his number on it like "hey, i'm Chris, i know i look totally insane, but here's my number. text me, or call me, or anything. if you feel like it, of course" and he'll just LEAVE because he'd be so embarrassed that he'd just done all that JKDHFSDUOFHIFUHWEIFUHSDJ

anyway, of course pretty will text him and they'll start getting to know each other and and and.... sigh.... you get where i'm going with this.

i'm obsessed with this, i won't be able to stop thinking about it for a long time skjdhfiushfseiufhsdf

BUT ANYWAY, now to kitten.

i also really like your take of kitten as a full omega, but i have her down as a beta with omega tendencies. like, people think she's an omega but she's not fully an omega, you know? i also like the idea of jimitten being the trio of designations, if that makes sense... an alpha, a beta, and an omega, all of which have beta somewhere within their traits dsjkfhskjdfhsidfj

she can be both very dominant and very submissive regardless of the setting, she's very multifaceted.

i do agree with the hyperfeminity thing. she'd be tiny for a beta werewolf, and her calico coat, omg. i feel like minho would give her the "kitten" nickname not only because of her coat, but also because she's got this odd habit of grooming herself like a cat.

in this universe, of course she and minho were childhood friends still. of course they both would still be the "Idiots to Lovers" trope incarnate, and of course they'd have jisung as their third musketeer.

they still met while minho was trying to save a litter of kittens, and she still adopted sir percival bc that's Her Child Now.

imagine the snuggle piles, omg. the three wolves and sir percival......

i love this. i love you for sending this ask and making me think about this more in depth, and i love your takes, for real sdkjfhsiuhfweif

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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