#I wasn't sure what to type so hopefully it sounds alright :'D

[mitamicah]

11/13 Käärijä stickers 🦩🌴⛱️

Did I plan that I'd take this long between drawing the sketch and rendering the finished piece so that Jere is now on vacation again making this relevant? Nope, but it would've been fun if I had x'D

I couldn't leave Frank out tho :'3

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[bee-agere]

hi bee!!! i hope youre doing well <3

can i please request a platonic ranboo x little reader??? maybe ranboo is streaming and gets a text from reader saying that they’re home alone and little and scared or something like that !!!! she/her pronouns :) have a good day or night you are awesome 💗💗💗

Ice Cream

CG!Ranboo x Little!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None

Notes: I think I’m getting back into writing ! :D hopefully i update more now! enjoy 💗💗

Ranboo was having a great time streaming, he wasn't in a call with anyone, but was having just as much fun goofing around by himself (and with chat, obviously). You were originally supposed to be in a call with him so you could play Minecraft together, but you suddenly canceled. Ranboo would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned, but after you reassured him you were fine, he went on by himself and streamed.

You were suddenly regretting telling him you were fine when in fact, you were not fine. You had a habit of involuntarily age regressing, but you had no idea it would happen today! You were home alone, which only made you more upset. You were bored, tired, hungry, and scared; not great combinations for when you're little.

With whatever energy you had in you, you took out your phone and opened up your messages with Ranboo. You typed out a quick text that you weren't even sure could be understood and then went back to laying on the couch bored out of your mind.

When Ranboo received your text, he was confused. What on earth did "litrlehfehwqscraredes" mean? Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't an ordinary text, so just to be safe, he ended the stream with a quick excuse and a goodbye. After he did, he quickly dialed your number and held the phone up to his ear as he took his mask and glasses off.

"Hewwo?" He heard your voice say very softly. It suddenly hit him; you were little. Oh, how could he have missed that in your text?

"Hi, sweetie." He said softly, careful to not be too intense for the mood you were in. "What's goin' on?"

"Little, and nobody home..." You said, a deep sadness in your tone. Ranboo's heart sunk; he knew how much you hated being alone.

"I'll be over in ten minutes, okay?" Ranboo said, "Can you get some stuffies and blankets from your room so we can watch a show when I get there?"

You gasped excitedly. "I can do dat!" You exclaimed, "Can we watch Paw Patrol? And eat icey-cream?"

Ranboo grinned. "Of course we can. I'm gonna hang up now, okay? I'll be at your house in ten minutes."

"Tay, Boo!" You said before hearing the 'end call' sound in your ear. You dashed upstairs to your room and filled your arms with your favourite stuffed animals and softest blankets. You then ran back downstairs to the couch, laying the blankets out in a perfect way for you and Ranboo, and placed the stuffies in places so they could see the TV.

By the time you were done, Ranboo was there. A knock was heard, you gasped. He was here! You ran to the door and looked through the window to make sure it was him, then opened it up.

"Boo!" You exclaimed as he walked in. He grinned as you wrapped your arms around him. He quickly hugged you back.

"Did you get all the stuffies and blankets?" He asked. You nodded excitedly. "Alright, I'll grab us some ice cream, and then we can watch some Paw Patrol."

You followed him to the kitchen and watched as he served up two bowls of your favourite ice cream. He handed you your bowl, and you sat down on the couch, leaning against Ranboo as he put on Paw Patrol.

You loved when Ranboo could come over and take care of you. It always made you feel better, even when you were sad. Ranboo loved being your best friend as well as your caregiver. He'd do anything to make you happy, even if he had to end stream and walk ten minutes to your house.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

I'm obsessed with the Bill/Alec AU, please give us more, I'm on my knees 🙏🏻

I'm happy to provide more! All you guys have to do is send me prompts! :D

But here's one that I was thinking about earlier, with Hardy's first time in the US to visit Bill there before he officially moves to Broadchurch in this au.

Sorry if this seems a bit out of character, but the idea of Hardy encountering Betty made me laugh. Plus, it's an au, so who cares.

On with the fic!

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Hardy wasn't sure what to expect when he came to America to visit his boyfriend, but... well... it was busy, that much he could say about it, even for the area where they were.

Bill was doing his best to try and make Hardy comfortable, knowing the man was very out of his element, and Hardy was thankful for that.

Until he was brought to Bill's office to see it.

He had to admit, the clinic was nice, different from what he was used to, but then again, all clinics start to blur together when you keep visiting them. He was seated in Bill's personal office, looking around as the man explained what some of the things in there were for, his doctorates and some awards he had gotten.

"It's rather impressive." Hardy commented. "Are you still thinking of moving all of this to Broadchurch?"

Bill sighed, tapping a pen on the desk. "I'm still thinking it over. On the one hand, I won't be here, reminded of all my problems and faults. But on the other, I won't be here, where I do my research."

"Broadchurch is still a nice place where you can do it, I wouldn't be shocked if there are some people there who would happily sign up to be watched by a man while they're being shagged for researched."

There was a laugh from Bill at this and Hardy smiled a little. "Oh, I wouldn't be surprised by that in the least, I've seen how some of the people are in that town. They're looking for a little adventure."

There was a beeping sound and Bill frowned, reaching for something on his belt. He held up a pager and sighed. "Sorry, someone needs me to help them with something. Damnit, I just got back, what did they do when I wasn't here?"

He stood up from his desk and moved around it to be near Hardy. "Just stay here, I'll be right back, alright?" He leaned down, giving Hardy a quick kiss, then he stepped out of the office.

Hardy sat quietly for a minute or two, before hearing the door open. "Well, that was quick- hm?" He looked to see a young woman who was giving him a very hard, calculating stare.

She moved over to him quickly and stood right in front of Hardy. Before he could even say anything, she motioned for him to stand. "Up and at 'em, let's see it."

"See... what?"

"What's got my boss all hot and heavy over in grand ol' England. Now, up!"

Oh, this had to be Betty, Bill had warned Hardy over and over about her in the car. Hardy stood up and moved away from the seat, letting Betty circle him, looking him up and down. He let out a shout when she grabbed at his sides, patting him down.

"God, you're skinny." She commented and he huffed. "Hmm..."

She stepped back, looking at his face. "Not bad, you're kinda pretty for a scrawny, scruffy man. Totally not what I expected Bill's type of man to be, but he's just full of surprises."

She then looked around him and chuckled. "Not much back here though." She then grabbed Hardy on the backside and he yelped.

"The hell!?" Hardy glared at Betty, but she was grinning at him. "Still, pretty, you've got that goin' for ya!"

"I... thank you? I'm guessing you're Betty, aren't you?"

"Ah, you've been warned." She smirked, holding out her hand and Hardy took it, giving it a shake. "And you're the infamous Detective Hardy! Bill's told me a lot about you."

"Hopefully good things."

"Oh, not when we first met." Came Bill's voice as he entered. "I spent a lot of time bitching about you."

"Yeah," Betty replied, "and I had to listen to him. I told him that what you two needed to do was fuck and get it out of your system."

Hardy felt heat bloom on the back of his neck and Bill sighed. "And I told you that it wasn't going to happen."

"But it did!"

"Later!" Bill was a bit red in the cheeks now. "Right, anyway, don't you have work to be doing, Betty?"

"Don't you, Masters?"

Bill looked unimpressed, and Hardy actually had to hold back a laugh at this. "It was lovely to meet the infamous secretary." He said to her, and she smiled.

"And to meet the infamous detective. Before you go back, you need to come meet my wife, she wants to meet you too."

"I'm sure Bill and I can have dinner with you two before I leave next week."

"Great! You boys are paying!"

"Betty," Bill spoke, "I'm sure there's some paperwork that needs to be taken care of."

Betty sighed loudly and walked past him. "Yeah, alright. Have fun with your pretty boy, boss!"

Bill raised an eyebrow, watching her leave, before turning to Hardy. "Pretty boy?"

"She thinks I'm pretty." Hardy said simply. "She also touched my arse."

"I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting her to do that, but it might just be to mess with us." Bill sighed and moved to his chair, sitting down on it. "So, what do you think of my friend?"

"I... she's certainly a character, I'm sure I can get used to her. Very different from Miller."

"Oh, no one is like her just as much as no one is like Ellie." Bill chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

Hardy nodded as he sat back down. "So... I've met Betty, what about-?" He watched Bill tense up, a look of pain crossing his face. "Right, too soon?"

"Yeah..."

"When you think the time is right for me to meet your exes, I'll met them. For now, there are other people you can introduce your 'pretty boy' to." Hardy smirked when he heard Bill sputter.

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I'm very, very tempted to have Bill call Hardy 'pretty boy' as a pet name.

Also, Hardy's reaction to having his ass grabbed is a terrible homage to what happened to Ten in Doctor Who by that handsy old lady.