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reveluving · 7 months

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the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader

summary: someone made Mrs Flag cry, and her family is not having it.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, shadow-magic f!reader, reverse comfort & humour!

a/n: this AU is based on this piece I made a while back, 'cause you already know I can't do this special without hubby Rick and the kids! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

'For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.' ;

Coming home to his daughter's hugs had become an everyday thing if Rick didn't have to work overtime, but if the flicker of sadness in her eyes was anything to go by, something had to have happened while he was away.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.”

It was the same thing she told her brothers when they got home from school, and just like them, it was enough for Rick to get the whole picture.

Ah, Mrs Bedford. Or as the neighbourhood youngsters, children and teenagers alike, like to call her 'the modern witch of the road', and not in the cool way. Her husband was no better, always bugging you at any given opportunity. The worst part was Mrs Bedford always antagonized you for it, even if she knew you didn’t entertain her husband’s behaviour. It was also extremely hypocritical of her, considering she herself has tried to make her move on Rick. A lot. Only to be met with disappointment each time.

Her children were just as bad, too, to put it lightly.

“What did she say?” It was the green light Irene needed before she explained what had happened to a T, courtesy of her father’s eagle eye. Unlike most days, it was just you and Irene visiting the park since your sons had football practice.

The two of you were feeding the ducks when Mrs Bedford came up to you.

“You on your own?” Was the first thing she asked you before you questionably said ‘yes’, despite Irene being there too, and the little girl realized Mrs Bedford wouldn’t have gone off on a tangent about you and your ‘possibly tainted history’ if her father or brothers were around in the first place.

“I don’t know what you did but I can see it in your eyes, Flag. You’re no saint. You can fool the others with your little flower shop and your so-called angelic kids, but not me.”

Though Mrs Bedford knew nothing about your powers or your time in Belle Reve, instead, spewing hate out of jealousy and hatred for you for being the favourable neighbour, she wasn’t completely wrong. You have hurt people, you’ve even killed some, but they were for the greater good. Since your freedom from hell on earth, you’ve barely used your umbrakineses. It wasn’t until the birth of your children, to which all three of them gained your abilities did you realized you couldn’t run from who you really were—it wasn’t right nor fair to them.

Then, telling them your story as a criminal and how their dad was once your enemy was another thing. You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting, but it was certainly not amazement and sparkles in their eyes. As they grew older, they began to make sense of how their parents somehow knew people like Aunt Harley, Uncle Robert and hell, even Nanaue.

And at that point in time, Mrs Bedford reminded you of Waller, turning you into submission as you could do nothing but listen to her make a mockery out of you for turning over a new leaf. Irene had to watch your face drop as the woman insulted you, and she knew she had to tell her family about it.

Irene insisted that she was fine about heading home early, even if you tried to convince her otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to do something about that glazed look in your eyes.

As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't help but apologize to her, to everyone if they were with you then. You weren’t entirely sure if it was because you seemed weak over a bunch of words or their fate of ending up with you as the wife and a mother of their family.

Irene shook her head, hugging you with her face in your tummy.

"You're not a mean person, mama. You're the nicest and coolest mama we could ever ask for, and we love you."

It was simple, something you've heard of thousands of times in your lifetime, but you very much needed it today.

Ever the sweet girl, she accompanied you as you lay in your bed, telling you random stories about what she painted during art class or what she ate at lunch, anything but the time Mrs Bedford’s son, Kyle pushed her off the swing while his older brother, Blake laughed and praised him for doing so. You didn’t need to know that.

Not yet.

You listened with a warm smile, embarrassed but nonetheless thankful for how observant she was of your feelings before eventually dozing off.

Irene was careful yet quick to jump off the bed, running downstairs to shush Richie and Ethan as they returned home.

The more she explained, the brighter their eyes unnaturally glowed. Richie was starting to look like their father as he crossed his arms, listening to her like a police officer, while Ethan seemed like he was already thinking of ways to counter the Bedford’s undignified acts.

Basically, the Bedfords were not the greatest people. Each and every one of them.

Though they had a myriad of ideas, they weren’t sure how much their father would appreciate it, even if it was for your sake. Still, they thanked Irene for being there for you, promising that something would be done, no matter what it would be.

For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.

After an unexpected nap, you came down to find your kids huddled on the couch, whispering and hushing each other. Curious, you approached them.

Ethan was the first to notice you, offering you a grin before showing you what was in their hands, “Look, ma, I think we got it.”

You leaned in to take a closer look, only for your breath to hitch at the sight of life on their palms. There, they showed you the differing mass of shadows they conjured, a tougher one you just taught them about a week ago. You have always loved this trick as a kid, and it only aided your sanity when you were by your lonesome in the penitentiary. In a way, you were replacing what life truly was by making your own, even if they were temporary because there was no telling when or if you’d ever be free.

Yet, here they were, prompting joy and pride as they held the wispy animals of their choice; Richie with what seemed to be an adorable little puppy, Ethan creatively emulated a bioluminescent jellyfish and Irene…

Oh, Irene.

She scarcely remembered how much you loved making her laugh by conjuring butterflies when she was still very little if not for the twins confirming it.

The butterfly was as small as her hand, but the wings were majestic, idly flapping before flying over to you, leaving cloudy black trails and landing on your outstretched finger.

You stared at their creations ever so lovingly, already on the brink of tears. You were just as mad at yourself for doubting your worth, and your potential, just because of the things you had to do in the past, for the sake of the person you were now.

You embraced Irene in a tight hug before pulling your boys in as well. You sniffled, absolutely joyous and blessed to be surrounded by the most loving people. Nothing could deter you from this, not even as the shadow puppy yipped and chased the jellyfish and butterfly in excitement. Your cat, Tofu, must’ve heard the commotion, too, as she came from the kitchen to check, only to be frightened and jump on the couch with you as the puppy came running to her.

Rick finally arrived about two hours later, coming home to hear laughter before he saw Irene running across the room, followed by Tofu and the shadow puppy in tow. The jellyfish laid on Richie’s head like a nest whereas the butterfly decided to make Ethan’s shoulder its home as they hung out with you on the couch.

“Daddy!” Irene greeted him before running over to him. He didn’t question the questioning look she gave him just yet and instead, hoisted her up, laughing as Tofu and the puppy pawed at his bootlaces.

“What’s going on here?” He raised his brows, amused by what could be described as a fever dream of a sight.

“The kids learnt how to make little lives.” You giggled, allowing Rick to sit next to you as you scooted over.

“And I got a new hat,” Richie gestured to the jellyfish, who he has now dubbed as Jelly. As if it understood, Jelly immediately floated away, leaving Richie’s hair flattened, “Never mind.”

You shared a laugh as he deadpanned before you turned to Rick, “Was work okay?”

“Yeah, the usual. Decorated the place today, actually.” He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery and showing you and the kids the spookily tacky decor that furnished his workplace.

“Did you really paint ‘dead inside, don’t open’ on the entrance door?” The twins gawked.

“Fitting, ain't it?” Rick joked, prompting smiles and chuckles from you once more before falling back on the couch, “But at least I’m off tomorrow, so I was thinking we could eat out for dinner.”

“Oh! We should head to Pop’s since they’re also offering their apple betty.” Ethan suggested.

“Well, I think that’s a good idea, so,” Richie trailed off, raising anticipation from the rest of you before jumping off the couch and running up the stairs. Ethan and Irene simultaneously gasped before the former took his sister out of Rick’s arms to chase their brother together. You and Rick could only watch with delight as Tofu and the shadow creatures followed them too.

“Everything okay?” He wanted to know, but he wouldn’t pry if you weren’t ready to tell him.

“Yeah,” You nodded, gazing down for a moment before continuing, “Something happened earlier but…”

“Richie! You better not lock the door or I swear to God!” Ethan’s voice rang out from upstairs, followed by Irene’s ‘language!’, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in amusement.

“It’s all good now.” You reassured him. You knew you could’ve told him, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on. You had children to nurture and a husband to take on the world with.

“The Bedfords?” He guessed. If it wasn’t them, then it had to be Mr Walker.

“The Bedfords,” You confirmed with a tight smile, “I’m just more upset that Irene was there to hear it.”

You didn’t explain any further and Rick took it as a sign to drop it. If they were able to make you this upset, then it was best to ask the kids instead.

“I’m sorry,” He pulled you to his chest, planting a slow and gentle kiss on your forehead. He rubbed your back, sighing at the very mention of that family. Rick loathed that they were influential enough to be one of the higher-ups of the school’s PTA, though he was confident that money was involved in it too. He hated that they were reasons why you’d come home ranting about how Mrs Bedford bugged you again, or when he had to make sure Mr Bedford knew he was making a promise and not an empty threat whenever it involved their kids and his, "You know I can talk to them."

It would do no good, but it was worth trying.

"No, you know how the Bedfords are. Don’t worry, okay? Not now,” You kissed the inside of his palm before pressing your lips against his, soft, sensual and safe. Rick moved forward, deepening the kiss as held the nape of your neck. You pulled away but not before nuzzling his nose, “We should be celebrating.”

He nodded, though he knew it would only linger in his mind for a while. Still, he adhered to your wishes, standing up before offering you his hand to get ready, “Right, right. Shall we?”

You snorted, placing your hand in his the way a princess would when a prince asks for a dance. Unexpectedly, he twirled you around, wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in, chest to chest. You playfully smacked him, though it did very little to wipe off the pleased look on his face as the two of you headed to your room.

You and the boys were the first to head out to the front yard, chatting and evaluating the decors of the houses while waiting for Rick and Irene.

“What happened today?” He asked his daughter quietly as they stood at the front door, helping with her shoes while she slid on a jacket.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” She whispered back, swinging her arms as she watched her father tie her shoelace, “Like, really mean stuff. No one was around except us so she was kinda loud, too.”

Rick fumed, clenching his jaw as he could already hear and picture whatever nonsense she loved to spit out.

“Mama got kinda quiet when we came home, and then she started crying. About how she’s sorry she was a criminal and how we’re ‘stuck’ with her powers.” She added. If anything, she and the boys thought your abilities were the coolest thing to have ever happened to them.

He shook his head—who wouldn't crack after being subjected to their ways for so long? He hummed, hiding the seething resentment by ruffling Irene's hair.

"Can you help me distract your mother while I talk to the boys for a bit?" She nodded diligently, skipping over to you before Rick called out to his sons, "Need some help, boys."

They rushed over, glancing at you before Ethan spoke up first, "She told you?"

"Yeah." Rick replied as he locked the door.

"Can't we do something about it?" Richie asked with a frown.

"You boys are not punching Blake again." Rick reminded them with a small smile.

"You didn't seem to mind it," Ethan mirrored his father's amusement, "He was yelling at our teammate and encouraged his troll brother to push Irene off a swing."

"I'm mad, too," Rick was more than mad, but he couldn't let his emotions run wild, "Look, we'll think of something, alright? For now, just make sure she's happy."

That's all they ever wanted.

The drive to Pop's was a lively one, and so was the dinner itself. Though you knew you'd be thinking about Mrs Bedford's words every once in a while, the smiles and laughter of your family were already a welcoming distraction as it is.

Midnight rolled around, and everyone had returned to their rooms with sore cheeks and a full stomach. You were the first to slip under the covers after a shower, hoping you wouldn't be too tired as you waited for Rick, though it didn't work.

By the time Rick got out of the bathroom, you were peacefully asleep, your face just a breath away from your husband's pillow as his scent soothed you like no other.

Rick smiled to himself, changing into his PJs before sitting on your side of the bed. The dip roused you from your slumber just a little.

"Rick?" You murmured, fluttering your lashes tiredly.

"Forgot to get some water," He caressed your cheek before bending down to kiss it, "I'll be back."

You mustered a closed-eye smile and before you knew it, you drifted off once again, lulled by the way he patted your back.

Once the coast was clear, he moved off the bed, silently slipping out and closing the door before heading over to the twins' room. He knocked on the door, just enough for them to hear before doing the same with Irene's door and headed downstairs.

Rick sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold water, arms crossed and lost in his own thoughts before hearing light footsteps approaching.

Richie, Ethan and Irene carefully pulled their chairs back before taking a seat, and just like that, the discussion began.

But it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere and at some point, they just started shit-talking.

"Man, I wish coach would just kick Blake out." Ethan groaned, his head falling back.

"Tell me about it. He's shit at quarterback." Richie clicked his tongue.

"Boys." Rick warned them, partially because his youngest was listening.

"Sorry." They apologized but Irene didn't seem to mind.

"How about…" She chimed in, tapping her finger on her chin, "We scare them?"

"Like…?" Richie cocked his head, hoping she'd say more than just that.

"I don't know, I just thought it'd be cool since it's Halloween and stuff. And, well, maybe we could use our powers, but I know mama and daddy wouldn't want that." She shrugged, pouting because she hadn't thought it far enough.

"It would be a miracle to scare them without using our powers in the first place," Richie sighed, looking over to his father, "What do you think, dad?"

No reply.

"Dad?" Ethan followed suit as the three of them raised their brows.

“How far are you in your shadow puppet practice?” Rick asked out of the blue, staring ahead as though imagining whatever idea he had played out.

“Uh, pretty far, I think? Ma taught us how to merge our shadows into one if we wanted to make a bigger animal.” Richie answered, earning affirmative nods from his siblings.

“How big?”

“Like, this big!” Irene opened her arms wide to let him know just how big of a monster they would be able to make if they wanted to. They haven’t, there was no reason to, but the more their father asked, the more it piqued their interest.

Rick thought it through for a moment. It has been a while since he has seen you make that one particular lifeform, but it was worth a shot. If it were able to render Waller speechless, then it’ll definitely make the Bedfords piss their pants.

No actual attacks, and definitely no killings. But he’ll make sure they shudder at the mere thought of Halloween. Put the fear of God in them. They had it coming, too, stomping on other neighbours’ happiness for years just for the fun of it.

He just had to play it safe.

He slowly broke into a sinister smile.

“You three ever heard of a hellhound?”

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» a/n: ahh hubby rick <3 ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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zu-is-here · 10 months

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Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Geno by loverofpiggies

Nightmare by jokublog

#zu art #aftermare week 2023 #aftermare week #aftermare #geno!sans #nightmare!sans #passive!nightmare #undertale #undertale au #utmv #looked in Aftertale to clarify one thing and ended up rereading the /whole/ comic :'D #boi I had SO many ideas for this day #but this one... this one's really dark. just like the void *badum tss*#no warning tags; it's up to you <3 #(definitely not thinking of another comic about kidnapping)#''imagine the most horrible terrifying evil thing you can possibly think of and multiply it by SIX'' (c) Megamind #hoo boi I'm proud of this week *w*#thank you for hosting it Blue! <3 #and thank you guys so much for 15 500+ (*⁰▿⁰*)

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logan-the-artist · 6 months

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Hii I have a request {and you 100% don’t have to if you want to!!!} but maybe a lil doodle of Virgil and/or Remus ? Thank you ❤️

Remus is like Virgil’s big brother and i love them.

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pink-plague · 4 months

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Sanders Sides community, I'm about to give you the chance of a lifetime to spill your soul out about your blorbos:

What are your favourite ships and why?

I'm new here and I won't judge, it's a safe place.

Let me know why you think Virgil and Roman belong together or why you think Janus and Logan should kiss or whatever. And do let me know if you're entirely against shipping in this fandom too, I'm just curious about the vibes!

(However, if I see any of you shipping the twins... The block button will be rightfully used.)

#sanders sides #sanders asides #tss #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #prinxiety #analogical #logicality #moxiety #moceit #I don't know any more of those but imagine the funky little words

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can-i-take-a-stab · 2 months

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Spending a day with the sides irl actually sounds really nice;

Conversing and reading with Logan

Listening to music and doing what ever the heck you want with Virgil

Belting out Disney songs with Roman

Practicing self-care and crap with Janus

Causing chaos with Remus

Smashing Patton’s face against a wall multiple times

#sanders sides #tss #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #When you get so lonely you start to imagine spending a day with fictional characters ahhahahahahha-

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killemwithkawaii · 2 months

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Alright, the kewk classic 'face hole' design it is~ 📊✅

"Ain't he a doll?" 💋💦💕

And now while I fuck with this anatomy sketch 5ever, we gotta decide on a background! I'm thinking Sal would prefer to do his love-sick swooning in the privacy of his bedroom, but where, exactly? 🤔

'The bed'-

Perks: seems more routine, sowft snuggly nest to daydream and swoon in, [darling] collage on the wall, '... okay, what have you been doing with that pillow...?'

Drawbacks: Limited space, have to take stability/sinking into account with props, perspective is Hard and I will make that headboard look good or die trying

'The floor'-

Perks: seems more impulsive, more yan/NEET clutter potential (more room to spread out), a glimpse under his bed (and at all the [darling] stuff he's got shoved under there)

Drawbacks: That carpet is UGLY, I will probably (definitely) bite off more than I can chew trying to fill all that space with props, it hurts my Everything just thinking about lying on the floor like that for too long

'Secret third thing'-

....???? idk you tell me lol

#sally face #sal fisher #love sick sally #tw yandere #tw unsanitary #sorry steve #lime #(just implied a little ((for flavor))#im laughing at the potential of the 'secret third thing'#planking on his dresser? Chillin like a vamp on the ceiling?? Sliding up the wall like a slug???#Periodic reminder: Your only artistic limitation is your own imagination...~🌈♾#i gotta come up with a tag for this redraw so all the posts can be dug up later #i was gonna just make a chain of reblogs with the original post but decided it would get waaaaay too long by the time im done #im so flattered that yall chose the face hole design fr qwq 💖💖💖#I'd have been happy either way but it was a close race for a while and im just pleasantly surprised 🥺💗#side note: ive recently been going down an OG l/oony tunes rabbit hole (bu-dum-tss) so if my doodles start lookin more cartoony thats why #k.e.w.k. x sally #(I'll probably be doing little selfship doodles on this at almost every stage of this redraw bc it sparks joy and i deserve it uwu 💙)

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let-roman-bite-someone · 9 days

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there’s something to be said about the fact that janus is the most professional out of all the sides. i genuinely think that he’s the only side playing his part because it’s his job, and not because he has any personal feelings attached.

virgil showed signs of genuinely wanting to be accepted and loved by thomas and the other sides. logan definitely values thomas’s validation a lot and becomes sad when he doesn’t get that validation. remus.. might actually be the second most professional side. but since he seems to work under janus (janus sending him over to thomas and telling him what to do), i guess a lot of that professionalism comes from janus himself. remus isn’t as stupid as he seems obviously, but he doesn’t have a clear-cut agenda like janus does.

i just think it’s interesting to see a side who is only concerned with thomas’s well-being because it’s their job and they want to do a good job. even janus’s frustration at thomas not taking his advice and later his excitement about thomas acknowledging his points came off to me as someone dealing with their kinda shitty boss (no offense to c!thomas, i just imagine that’s how janus views him lol). of course, janus has some fun at his job but i mean, i would too if no one ever listened to me and i’m automatically labelled as the bad guy.

all of this is slowly beginning to change since janus seems to be getting closer to patton but i guess we’ll have to wait and see if they actually become friends or if they’re more like coworkers on friendly terms.

#as thomas’s self preservation janus knows that if thomas is doomed they’re all doomed #i just like characters like these okay #ofc i like emotional characters too #but i LOVE a mf who just shows up and absolutely OBLITERATES everyone and exposes all of their insecurities.. because it’s his job #janus is such an interesting character and i REALLY hope they keep him in character for the future episodes #instead of continuing the whole wine mom aesthetic #it’s funny in more lighthearted episodes which is why i’m not complaining so far #sanders sides #thomas sanders #janus sanders #janus sanders sides #tss janus #ts janus #janus ts #janus tss #deceit #deceit sanders #tss #sasi #thomas sanders sides #sanders sides meta #btw this is also why i dont vibe with janus in a found family setting #i know we all love that trope #but i just cant imagine him being on close terms with ANY of the sides. not even remus #remus is just his somewhat annoying coworker who has some of the same morals as he does #virgil was probably also that when he was a dark side

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incorrectstevesagaquotes · 4 days

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Sabre: My life is too much panic and never enough disco.

(Source: Tumblr)

#(i just imagined Shadow Sabre saying 'you must embrace the Darkness for it is the only place where disco balls reach their full potential')#thank you for the submission!#rainbow quest #steve saga #favremysabre #rq!sabre #tss!sabre #incorrect quotes #incorrect steve saga quotes #incorrect rainbow quest quotes #source: tumblr #submission

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Main Master List DC Master List

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Original Idea by @neon-supernova and in honor of it being December I decided to post this on the first to set off a month of festive fics (and others)

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Rick lets out a giggle as you hush him, nervously looking around the downstairs of your house. If your kids saw their dad as Santa Claus, it would ruin Christmas for them, and you are not about to let your big goof of a husband ruin it for them. “You gotta be quiet honey.”

“Don’t worry, darlin’. Quiet is my middle name.” You roll your eyes at your husband before returning to your task of laying down a light dusting of powdered sugar by the fireplace and leaving a trail towards the tree while Rick rocks on his heels, wearing a full Santa outfit, pot belly and beard included, though Santa probably wouldn’t have a wide shoulder frame, let alone be 6’2.

“Ok, so you’re going to step one by one and make a trail leading towards the Christmas tree, then you’re going to have to take a sip or two of milk and eat some of the cookies.” Rick goes from mockingly saluting you to falling pale in an instance, the thought of eating his kids’ cookies already upsetting his stomach. It’s not that they taste bad, as a matter of fact the dough tasted rather good, it’s the fact that you and your kids forgot to set an alarm and then got distracted with making decorations that the cookies burnt in the oven and if it wasn’t for Rick’s attentiveness, they probably would’ve burnt the house down. “They’re not gonna be that bad, chill out.”

“I don’t know, baby, they look like lumps of coal that Santa would give to a person who’s been naughty.” He jokes, moving toward the fireplace and stepping in the powdered sugar, looking down at his feet. “Is this good enough?”

“Yes Mr. Claus.” Rick offers you a smirk as he takes one step at a time, making sure to leave visible boot prints in the faux snow as he makes his way over to the lit tree with seemingly endless presents underneath. If there is one thing for certain, it’s the fact that Rick loves to spoil his kids. Coming to a stop in front of the tree, he looks at the cookies before looking back to you, a look of despair on his face as you stifle a laugh, unaware of a pair of eyes watching the interaction. “Go ahead, Santa, eat the cookies those sweet kids made for you.”

Rick visibly gulps and picks up one cookie in his gloved hand, inspecting it through cut out glasses before dipping it into the milk and taking a big bite, grimacing at the taste of burnt sugar before swallowing. If he’s being honest, he’s had worse. “Is that good enough?”

“Mmhmm, would you like your Christmas present now, or later?” Your arms wrap around his expanded torso, looking up at the former colonel with love as he adjusts his gray beard, impure thoughts running through his head.

“Depends, is it a naughty gift or a nice gift?”

“A nice gift.” You release one arm and reach behind you, pulling out two sticks as Rick’s eyes widen, glowing a soft gold from the light of the Christmas tree.

“Are you?”

“It’s not confirmed yet. I have a doc appointment on Wednesday, but according to this, yeah, I am.” Rick doesn’t hesitate to lift you into his arms and spin you around as you laugh in joy. When you and Rick had started dating and eventually got serious, you knew he always wanted a big family and now that he has time for it, you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Oh sweetheart, this is the best Christmas gift ever.” Rick sets you down and drags you into him, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips as you melt into him, a soft gasp causing you to break away and look to the stairs where a pair of feet can be seen running up the steps as you mentally curse yourself. You should have known John would be sneaking around, but Rick’s lips on your forehead stirs you from your thoughts.

“Hey, it’s okay. As far as he knows, I‘m just Santa. Now how about we get to bed? What says you, Mrs. Claus?”

“I think that sounds good. I love you, Rick.”

“I love you too, honey.”

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The next morning you wake up at the first peep of light through your bedroom window, only to see John standing at the foot of your bed, a stuffed animal in his hand and in his dinosaur Christmas pajamas.

“Hey baby, what are you doing up?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, he rushes over to Rick’s side of the bed and climbs on top of his dad, waking the retired soldier.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing up?” Comes Rick’s tired question, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Judging by how dark it is still in the room, he probably guesses it's around 6 am.

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

“Is that so?” John nods, clutching his rhino stuffie to his chest as Rick looks over to you with a knowing smile, one which you return. “Well, mommy was probably just thanking Mr. Claus for bringing you and Sophie all those cool gifts,” Rick sits up and tickles John’s side as the kid collapses into heaps of giggles in Rick’s lap, curling into his father as you roll out of bed and put on your robe, a soft smile forming on your face before heading toward the door.

“Okay you two, let’s go wake your sister and go open those presents and drink some hot chocolate. How does that sound?” John simply nods his head before bolting out the door and into his sister’s room, most likely bouncing on the bed as Rick stretches out while you raise an eyebrow at him. “You almost blew it.”

“Relax, will ya? Go set Sophie and John down by the tree and I’ll make us some coffee and them some hot chocolate.”

“Alrighty and Rick?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For sucking up and doing the whole Santa Claus get up.” Rick chuckles before making his way over to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“No, I should be thanking you. You’ve given me a family and it’s something I never thought I would have until I met you, so thank you.” And maybe it’s your pregnancy hormones, but the genuinity of his words has tears welling in your eyes.

“I love you so so much.”

“I love you too.”

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 3 months

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Honestly Thomas sometimes just looks at us and says, "I think I will call all of you out today"

me swinging a bat in the vague direction of thomas's blog: stop! fucking! perceiving me!!!!!

#ask #Anonymous #making joaks #of the creators im fond of i mind thomas and neil gaiman the least vis-a-vis percieving #but i live in fear of when thomas said that after tss is over he'll go on a fic reading binge #because there is no way he wont see my shit #can you fucking imagine actual irl thomas sanders reading Twin #does that count as a death threat

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illusion-reality-steve · 4 months

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Someone please tell me that I'm not the only one who hears old cartoon sounds in my brain whenever I see Faceless.

#every time he moves i imagine an xylophone and drum playing in sync to his footsteps #when he turns his head an imaginary slide whistle plays #when he speaks it's just the adults in Charlie Brown #steve saga #rainbow quest #faceless #tss!faceless #rq!faceless #voice headcanons #(kind of)

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reveluving · 11 months

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hold me closely ; rick flag x reader

summary: 'cool, calm & collected' is how many describe the Flags, and they're right. to a certain degree, at least. (a.k.a some of your & Rick's favourite convos in the family group chat)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff & humour (ft twin sons Ethan & Richie, daughter Irene & Tofu the cat!)

a/n: made sumn for my rick babes (+ s/o to my girl @lacontroller1991 for the cutest hubby rick ask??? ily) so enjoyed imagining what it’s like to be his wifey and mother of kids eeee <33 love y’all!! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

disclaimer!! despite the face claims (joy from rv btw) & running theme here, you are highly encouraged to imagine yourself or your oc as the MC however you see fit!

» wanna read more rick flag fics or anyone by joel kinnaman? check out my j.k. m.list!

↳ january 19th ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : how's Tofu, kids?

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : pretty gud mom

me 🌸 : ??? the last photo??

my beloved ❤️ : @.mister e what did we tell you about putting Tofu on your head

mister e : i told richie it was a bad idea but he didn’t listen 😔

richie : ??? u literally suggested the idea??? 🤨

↳ march 21st ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : have u guys seen the package i brought in this morning? i ordered a pillow for your sister

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

richie : dw we gave it to her already

mister e : Tofu also conquered the box just so you guys know

↳ june 5th ༉‧₊˚✧

my beloved ❤️ : store’s got vanilla ice cream but it’s not the one you asked for. is it still okay @.me 🌸?

me 🌸 : more than okay! tq ❤❤

mister e : nvm we bought like, 9 different kinds

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

me 🌸 : ? how???

richie : dad drove us to four different stores lol

my beloved ❤️ : i still don't think it's enough

↳ july 4th ༉‧₊˚✧

richie: [ sent 3 photos ]

[ my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

[ mister e reacted with a ‘ 🎉 ’ ]

[ you reacted with a ‘ 🥰 ’ ]

↳ july 22nd ༉‧₊˚✧

richie : what do you guys call a fake noodle?

me 🌸 : what?

richie : an impasta

[ my beloved ❤️ has removed richie from the group ]

me 🌸 : RICK

my beloved ❤️ : it’s a little funny, i admit

mister e : heh

my beloved ❤️ : you wanna join your brother, too?

mister e : no sir 🚶

↳ august 6th ༉‧₊˚✧

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : richie, irene and i @ the aquarium + ice-cream and bookstore after

[ you and my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

richie : hope the dinner’s going well!

me 🌸 : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : it's going amazing. thank you boys 😌

» juuust in case you're still confused: 'my beloved ❤' is Rick, 'mr e' is Ethan & 'richie' is, well, Richie!

» ❛ fun lil’ trivia about the flags ༉‧₊˚

Irene and the twins have an eight-year age gap!

Richie’s full name is Richard Flag the Third.

Although identical, Richie has certain mannerisms that resemble his father. The same case applies to Ethan, the younger twin, who picks up more of your quirks. Despite that, Richie, usually the photographer of the group, encourages (and even adds to) Ethan’s odd photo ideas.

Sporty ahh kids. All three of them. Need I say more?

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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