[image ID: two photos of a black-and-white cat on a bed with a patterned blanket. in the first, she is under the blanket with her head and front paws exposed, and in the second she is curled up with her front paws on a person's arm. end ID]
babie alert!!!
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i was there. i was there, on the first of april, in the year of our lord two thousand twenty four. i was there when the nations (fandoms) had peace, under a booping supremacy.
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//I don't want to have to give this update but here goes... Marvin passed away while I was still at work, so I didn't get to say goodbye to him. I can't lie, I'm gutted. Jamie's devastated but trying to be cool about it. So we just spent the evening together, trying to boost our moods. The lil guy lived a long happy life, which is definitely comforting. but it's never enough time, you know? Anyway. A pic of sweet boy is under the read more cuzz I feel that he deserves to be here. Rest east, Marvin, we're going to miss you so much//
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what would rafe think if u get a build a bear with his name on its shirt !! n record his voice for the lil heart in it ૮꒰ྀི -᷄ -᷅ ꒱ྀིა
he would probably think its stupid but :(
honestly i think he’d like it in the sense he likes being needed by you, you know? and reader having a whole tiny clone of him would make him go crazy a bit after the initial shock
when you eagerly lead him into your bedroom after he comes back from a business trip he has a completely different idea. that same eagerness transferring to him for a whole different reason, smirking to himself at how excited you were.
you open your door and quickly drag him to your frilly bed, giggling to yourself. “close your eyes please, i have a surprise!”
rafe closes his eyes, already imagining you in some new cute getup. one that would ultimately end up torn up and discarded on your floor.
“okay, open!” you squeal.
he peeks, thrown off guard when he sees you holding a light brown teddy bear — fully clothed might he add — wearing a mini polo shirt he swears he has somewhere in his own closet, small letters that spell his name engraved in the middle.
“it’s you!”
“me?”
“yeahh, look, press his hand!” you smile, lifting his hand and guiding it to the fluffy bear paw. when rafe squeezes it lightly he quickly tenses up a bit when he hears his own voice say — ‘hi baby. love you.’
“w-what the fuck?” he whispers to himself, caught off guard completely. you pout, ears starting to burn with embarrassment. maybe this was a bad idea.
he looks up at you with bewilderment, quickly shaking his head when he sees your pitiful expression. “no, no i-i didn’t mean it like that baby. just- just confused me. has my.. uh voice and everything.. how did it do that?” he asks, staring at the stuffed animal with wide eyes.
“from build a bear.. saved one of your voice memos,” you mewl bashfully — unable to meet his gaze.
“that’s.. that’s real cute baby.” he reassures, standing up and kissing your cheek. “you.. don’t think it’s weird or stupid?” you frown, hugging the plush to your chest.
he shakes his head, making you smile again. “good! now when i miss you i’ll have this!” you beam, giving it a small hug before placing it on your bed.
it made his heart feel tight and warm — sinking into the feeling of being needed. it was addicting, to say the least.
he smirks, kissing your lips softly. “mm, the real things right here with you right now though, so uh.. why- why don’t you show me how much you missed me, yeah? must’ve missed me a lot huh baby? even got a mini clone of me and everything.” he speaks softly, totally contradicting from the way he was trying to lightly pick at you.
but you loved it, always having your stomach fill with butterflies with the way he was able to make ‘mean’ so deliciously sweet.
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