Flynn’s excited – giddy, all hyped up on adrenaline and sugar.

All week, your boss has been making you work extra hours. All week, you’ve been pushing yourself to even further limits, straining body and mind to a degree that had him ready to keel over. And on top of that? Your insomnia is worse than he’d ever seen.

Not that he’s seen much – he’d only become a physical manifestation of your dreamland three months ago. He’s practically a baby, even if he’s actually 22. In dream years, of course. But regardless, he sees you stare at the ceiling every night for hours. He’ll joke around, say that you’re only awake to see his pretty face longer. But he’s worried, and wants nothing more than to cling to you until your exhaustion melts. After all, you’re his creator – all he knows, all he wants to know.

Flynn’s expecting you to return home any minute now. Your shift finally over, leaving your worn frame to come waltzing right into his cloud of energy and affection.

The house smells sweet and warm, sugared with freshly baked cupcakes. Living room cleaned up, but he’d taken the liberty to create a small pillow fort in the center. Movies set out atop the coffee table, cheesy rom-coms and childish princess movies he gets too invested in. Flynn can’t take your job away. He can’t keep your reality from existing, but he can make your dreamland less distant to soothe you. That’s why he’d manifested three months ago after all, isn’t it? To love you, to help you.

Not even a minute after you open the door, Flynn is bounding toward you. Ruffling your hair up with a teasing grin, cake batter still smudged over his cheek. Not wasting a second before pulling you into his embrace – squeezing you a little too tightly, just to mess with you. His clean cheek pressed against the crown of you head, nuzzling into you like an oversized, childish pet.

“Soooo – I was thinkin’. Movie night, you and me. Pillow fort, cupcakes, totally not that princess movie from like 2008. What’cha say, goober?”