#I posted this and then promptly fell asleep lol anyways!!

[capricioussun]

Your enthusiasm is greatly appreciated !!!

I will start with a little stuff abt Heartfell since I feel I haven't talked much about it, which, I will admit, is partially because it's given me much more of a hard time than a lot of my other AUs. I'm not sure if it's just because of how much I want to """perfect it""" (which would be ironic) or if it's just one of those things where no one's really asked, so I haven't really gotten the chance to talk someone's ear off and bounce ideas, which is generally the biggest method I have for fleshing stuff out. But! Either way, I'll have to figure it out eventually!

It would also probably surprise no one that I've thought most about the Papyrus from this au, so let's start with him!

Since the concept of the au revolves around how twisted the idea of Love can get, each character is kind of meant to represent various kinds of "toxic love". Papyrus's special brand is tied to Popularity and Acceptance. He will go to great lengths to earn someone's approval, but he always goes too far and generally (semi-unintentionally) intimidates them into trying to please him.

Frankly, both of the brothers intimidate the other Snowdin residents, although Sans does so absolutely on purpose, and regularly threatens people behind Papyrus's back to keep up the ruse that he’s so well like and admired.

Personality wise, Papyrus is actually quite a lot like his UT counterpart, more so than most other Fell type Papyri. He is very braggadocios, proud, and deflective of any negativity directed his way. However, this is sort of less of an act than with UT Rus, and he's generally also less inclined to say kind things about others that aren't also still about himself.

To no one's surprise, he’s actually deeply self conscious, and really genuinely does want to be well liked. But that's not how things work underground, and he couldn't protect them before he started putting out his front. He’s very vain, as appearance is very important in their universe, but the problem is he doesn't fully understand what that means, and just tries to follow any/every example he can, especially anything influenced by Mettaton, who he completely idolizes.

Basically, he comes off very intense, rather unpleasant and self obsessed, but it's a thin veneer. Once Frisk shows genuine interest in spending time with him and actually enjoying his company, he literally doesn't know what to do with himself. As much as he denies it, he’s aware how fake everything in their society is, and so Frisk sincerity is so...jarring. He's so confused, and then he can get a little defensive about things he doesnt understand, but once he realizes it really doesn't have to be the way it is, he is 100% on board with helping Frisk change things, which means that Sans is, too (however much he intently scrutinizes every thing the kid does. It would hurt Papyrus and Toriel so badly if the kid betrayed them, so he'll do what he can to help, but he’s got his eye on them...)

-twirling my hair- would anyone like to know more about lovefell or heartfell

[crescent-blades]

Hello there, I just wanted to say how much I enjoy your posts! This is actually my first time making a request, and I'm not sure if you're currently taking them, but I thought I’d ask anyway.

Would you be able to create a scenario or imagine something sweet involving sleeping with Kokushibo? Nothing explicit, just something heartwarming would be great! No pressure if you’re not up for it, and take your time. Wishing you a wonderful day or night!

ᥫ᭡ Sleeping w/Kokushibō

Pairings⌇Kokushibō × Reader insert [Kokushibō and Y/N are in a pre-established relationship, ie married]

A/N⌇oh no worries at all, my asks are pretty much always open, lol! And sure, I hope this suffices!

𖤐ˎˊ˗Masterlist

▪︎Kokushibō exhibits a reserved demeanour when sharing a bed, yet at the same time he possesses an unexpectedly gentle side towards you. 

▪︎Although your husband is not the one who needs any sleep at night, being a demon, at times he does like to accompany you in bed. Among his long years in life, he finds your presence to be deeply comforting, and he wishes to provide you that same sense of comfort.

Kokushibō, laying on his back would have his arm gently encircling you, all six of his eyes are shut as if he’s meditating to find peace, ensuring you feel secure and are enveloped safely in his warmth. 

Kokushibō, being the most powerful breathing user/swordsman just below Yoriichi, would have incredible control of every aspect of his body—

▪︎When you began to feel chilly; Kokushibō could easily elevate his body temperature to provide warmth and when necessary, he would lower it to prevent you from becoming overheated. 

▪︎If the moment became overly affectionate, your husband would hold you close, his arms wrapped around you, gently toying with your hair using one hand. 

Kokushibō would find being enveloped by your significantly daintier arms and your softness particularly pleasant; in comparison to his constant exposure to the harshness of these lands, marked by death and bloodshed.

▪︎However, Kokushibō's aura is anything but soothing, unlike his brother—he radiates an intense power that specifically hinders the body to relax, which would make it challenging for you to unwind and drift off to sleep in his presence. 

▪︎Kokushibō would, nevertheless, make an effort to provide comfort in his own understated manner, encouraging you to take deep breaths and to focus on his voice instead. He would share many tales and stories with you, drawing from his vast age and experience. 

▪︎Although, if his presence proves too disruptive for your sleep, he would willingly step away to give you space. 

▪︎Kokushibō, given that he can literally release huge energy in the form of blades from his body—he would be killing off some roaches lying around in your house. Saving you from the pest control expanses—pew pew!  

[Given his overwhelming aura, I'm sure many roaches and rats would even end up running away from your home, lol]

▪︎Kokushibō would be your ultimate pest control hero!

▪︎In case you got a nightmare, Kokushibō would immediately sense it, especially given that he'd be awake the whole night.  

▪︎To soothe you, he would softly stroke your back, providing comfort to alleviate the distress from your troubling dreams. If things got too serious, though, he would promptly nudge you awake from sleep.

▪︎In a calm tone, Kokushibō would assure you that there was nothing to be afraid of. He would invite you to meditate alongside him, focusing on deep breaths to clear your mind of all worries. Deep down, however, he was concerned whether his presence might be the source of your nightmares. 

▪︎Nevertheless, Kokushibō would keep an eye on your brain activity; as soon as you fell asleep, he would quietly exit to ensure you could rest peacefully; not wanting his presence to distress you further.

[datura-tea]

holy shit this year marks 10 years of this blog and moz!! i can't remember the exact date i started posting here - my archive says i have one post from november 2013 but let's disregard that - but i do remember it was around late 2014/early 2015 :)

^ one of the very first moz art pieces i ever drew, for fallout week 2015!!

memories and art through the years under a read more bc it got long

2014 → baby's first rpg!! i started playing fnv on my cousin's jailbroken xbox late 2013 and finished mid 2014 and i loved every minute of it. i remember waking up at 8am and playing almost nonstop until 2am the next day haha!

i didn't play moz on my first playthrough - but i did start creating a character that would eventually become her: a shorthaired ex-boxer who punched her way through obstacles when diplomacy failed. i remember she spent a lot of time with boone. i liked him then, because he saved my ass more times than i can count. but i digress. this is draft 1 moz essentially

2015 → this is the year that i was doing my thesis so i could graduate but i was so depressed and stressed about it that i distracted myself by replaying fnv on pc, where i played through the dlcs for the first time. i fell in love with the dlcs' oversarching story; particularly ulysses, who i became obssessed with, especially since i couldn't find any content of him at the time. in the game, i played as moz; i had most of her personality and choices down, but her backstory was still up in the air.

fun fact: this was an existing sideblog that i remade to be a fallout blog so i could look for ulysses content, and when i couldn't find any, i made some myself, featuring moz as my main courier six. originally, i didn't ship them, but eventually i ended the year as a courier/ulysses otp shipper.

this was the year i started drawing digitally - my uncle let me borrow a drawing tablet and i used an old copy of photoshop i pirated hehe

2016 → i graduated this year!! and promptly fell deeper into my depression. this was the year that it got so bad that i had to be medicated. through it all, this blog and moz and ulysses and my fandom friends were with me. and for that i am truly grateful :) this was the year i figured out how to lock transparent pixels so that i could color my lineart lol

2017 → i started hammering out moz's backstory this year i think. there's a lot of sketches of her and her family in my files. i experimented with shading and backgrounds here but that experimentation was pretty short-lived

2018 → i started using references seriously!!!! i did a lot of oc on oc kissing this year, featuring mostly moz and many friend ocs haha

2019 → didn't draw much this year. actually this year was a blur and i can't remember much from it except from it being the year of my terrible no good bad copywriting jobs... anyway i did manage to continue my courier/ulysses brainrot and make this piece, which i'm still proud of

2020 → pandemic time. i spent a lot of time asleep at home and i think this was also the year i started doing commissions?? shoutout to anyone who has ever commissioned me - thank you so much, i truly appreciate it!!

2021 → i switched from my old-ass pirated photoshop to clip studio paint and never looked back. also i did a bunch of commissions for my grandmother's surgery, which failed, and i distracted myself from the sadness by drawing my ocs over and over and playing disco elysium

2022 → by this year, i've got moz down pat and have started vaguely developing other ocs instead. but she's still always at the back of my mind

2023 → i bought new brushes from true grit texture supply and immediately found new favorites that i started using for everything. i tentatively started incorporating background elements in some pieces!

2024 → while it's still too early to say where this year will lead me art-wise, i will say that i started experimenting in realistic paint studio (which i bought in 2021, the same time as clip studio paint) a few days ago and i'm liking the results so far. we'll see!

all in all, these last 10 years have been quite a ride, but i'm glad i stuck around and i'm glad you guys stuck around too!! much much love 💖💖💖

[mari-writes]

⚠️ This is the final part of a 5+1 fic series! Read from the beginning here!

The first time Akaashi did it, it was most definitely not on purpose.

Akaashi had just arrived home following a brutal day of work and trudging through a muggy Tokyo rainstorm. He was sweaty, muddy and exhausted, and all he wanted to do was wash up and go to sleep.

When he stepped out of the shower, he realized he’d forgotten to grab clothes. So he wrapped himself in a dry towel and headed to his room, with every intention of finding pajamas.

But then he saw his bed.

It looked so inviting. Warm. Cozy. And he was just so… fucking… tired…

Dropping the towel, he switched off the room’s overhead light, slid under the covers and fell asleep instantly.

What Akaashi had forgotten, however, was that Bokuto was visiting that night.

His boyfriend had taken the earliest train from Osaka after practice, and showed up promptly at 9pm, letting himself in with his spare key. “Keiji, where are you?” Akaashi was startled awake by Bokuto calling for him from the kitchen. There was a tinge of worry in his voice.

Yeah, it was highly uncommon for Akaashi to be in bed this early. He was definitely the night owl between the two of them.

“Babe, there you are!” Akaashi, still under the covers, opened his eyes slowly as he heard his boyfriend approach. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Kou,” Akaashi grumbled. “Just really tired.”

He shifted, turning onto his stomach. The motion caused his foot to get caught in the blankets. “Fuck,” he muttered, trying to dislodge himself. But all it did was pull the duvet off of him completely.

Behind him, he heard Bokuto suck in a harsh breath. “K-Keiji!” He gasped.

Akaashi tried to imagine what his boyfriend was seeing: He was stretched out like a cat on the sheets, his bare ass–the ass Bokuto had dubbed “a wonder of the world”—on prominent display, and his thighs were spread.

And his long arms reached across his satin pillowcases towards the headboard, showing off the curve of his spine.

Bokuto released a strained, high pitched sound.

Well. Akaashi hadn’t meant for this to happen, but… he could work with it.

Akaashi grinned into his pillow, suddenly very awake. He hummed innocently. He turned to glance at his boyfriend over his shoulder. “What is it, love?”

The man was frozen in place, still fully dressed in workout gear. His face was redder than Akaashi had ever seen it, his golden eyes wide as saucers. “Keiji, you’re naked! In bed!” He gripped the front of his pants tightly. “My super hot boyfriend is naked in bed!”

Akaashi giggled, slowly turning over again to his back and stretching again. He watched as Bokuto tracked every movement, scanning his body as if he were trying to permanently imprint the image onto his brain. “I am,” Akaashi smirked. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Some time later, Akaashi found himself cuddled up against his boyfriend, lazily drawing patterns across the man’s bare chest.

A sheen of sweat that now covered every inch of Bokuto’s skin, and he was still breathing rather heavily. “Are you still alive?” Akaashi teased.

Bokuto huffed. “Very funny, babe.” He bent down to kiss Akaashi’s curls. “Do you need to wash up? Put on some clothes?” Akaashi shook his head.

“I was planning to sleep like this, anyway.”

“Oh really?” Bokuto chuckled. “You wouldn’t have lasted an hour before getting too cold.”

Akaashi lifted his head to meet his gaze. “Maybe. But that’s why you’re here, love.” He grinned. “So if you want me to sleep here all night, with you, in the nude, you’d better find a way to keep me warm.”

Bokuto reacted immediately, shuffling himself deeper under the duvet, entwining their limbs, pulling Akaashi so close their hearts beat as one.

“Challenge accepted!”

// 

A week ago, I was just planning to write a silly little thread … and somehow it morphed into this big 5+1 fic lol. Thanks for coming along for the ride! I’m thinking of rewriting parts of this and posting to AO3 sometime in the future. Meanwhile, please comment and share if you enjoyed it! It gives me so much joy to hear your thoughts! Cheers! —Mari

[justice4canyonmoon]

An Evening Off

Summary: Both Y/n and Harry have a rare night off. Y/n has relaxing plans for how they should spend it.

Notes: Howdy! This is probably the last fic I’m going to post for the next two weeks; I have finals for college next week, and I have a fuck ton of work this week because professors love to give students everything at once 🙃 Anyway, I came up with the very fluffy concept because I crave emotional intimacy, so I hope you like it!!!!

Warnings: cursing ig. otherwise just a lot of fluff and taking a bath together 🥰

WC: 1.9k

Y/n was feeling lonely.

Her boring ass office job didn’t produce too many friends for her. While the people she worked with weren’t the absolute worst, they were just, well, bland. Their lives were cookie-cutter. The closest thing any of them had experienced to a true adventure was a trip to IKEA. Her two best friends, Maria and José, were across the country, since she had moved from one coast to another to live with her boyfriend. Sure, she could FaceTime them, but it just wasn’t the same. And after the call, she knew she’d just be more lonely than before.

Harry wasn’t an option either. He was working, far too hard for her liking. She understood, of course; it was album crunch time. He had to make all of the last minute decisions: finalizing the tracklist, photoshoots, and touch-ups on the chosen tracks in the studio. But she missed him. The only times she saw him anymore was right before bed, when he would stumble into the room sleepily and kiss her forehead before going right to sleep. So yeah, she was a bit lonely. And being alone on her day off wasn’t exactly the plans she wanted to have.

Luckily, the universe decided to answer her pleas. At around 1:00, after she had finished up a late shower, her phone buzzed with a text from her beloved.

H: Hi, baby! The only thing we have left on the agenda today is touching up a couple of the album tracks, so I should be home a bit earlier :D If you’d like, I can pick up some dinner on the way home.

She couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across her face. For the first time in ages, the two of them could finally have some time together! Maybe she could do something nice for him! He had been working so hard lately, he deserved it. And honestly, she did, too. An idea popped into her head, and she threw open the bathroom closet, taking a look through her bath supplies. She grinned triumphantly as she pulled out a citrus bath bomb, knowing that Harry enjoyed the calming scent of orange and lemon. A nice bath would not only help Harry destress, but it would also be the perfect cure to the loneliness that was settling in her heart. She quickly texted Harry a reply as she set the bath bomb aside.

Y/n: Sorry about the wait, babe, was just taking a shower. Forgot to this morning lol

He answered pretty much right away, making her smile.

H: It’s okay, baby! No need for apologies :)

Y/n: Okay! I’m excited to actually get to spend some time with you! I could really go for curry, if you’re up for Indian takeout.

H: Curry sounds good to me! I’ll probably be home between 6 or 7! I have to go now, but I can’t wait to see you :) I love you so much!!!!

Y/n: Can’t wait to see you, either, Har!!! I love you, too 💕💕

“Baby, ‘m home!”

Y/n looked at the clock. It was 7:30, a bit later than what Harry had said through text, but still much earlier than usual. She leapt up from the couch and sprinted to the front door, tackling Harry in a hug. He laughed loudly and wound his free arm around her waist, not fully able to hug her back because of the takeout bag in his arms.

“Let me put the food down so I can give y’ a proper hug.”

She let go with a small pout on her face, which Harry promptly kissed off while setting the bag down. He then wrapped her in a tight, two-armed embrace. She melted at the contact, resting her head on his chest and hugging him back just as tightly. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then rested his head on top of hers.

“Miss you, Har,” she said, her speech slightly muffled from talking into his t-shirt.

She could feel him frown against her hair, “I miss y’ too, Y/n. The album should be done by the end of the month, and then ‘m all yours until tour starts.”

“Good. I was gonna break into the studio and steal you back myself if you weren’t done soon.”

He chuckled, “I don’ think Jeff would like that very much.”

“Fuck Jeff! I need you back here,” she scoffed.

“I certainly hope y’ don’ want t’ fuck Jeff.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re annoying.”

He grinned cheekily, “But yet y’ still here.”

“Lord only knows why,” Y/n grumbled, though there was a smile on her face.

They pulled away reluctantly, both realizing how hungry they were. The two chowed down on chicken curry and naan while chatting about their day. Y/n spent most of her day off watching The Great British Bake-Off and snuggling with Daiquiri, their black lab. Harry had been putting the finishing touches on three of the album songs (“I can’ wait to play them f’ y’, baby”), and ranted about the traffic coming home (“I would’ve gotten home 45 minutes earlier, but the freeway was ridiculously clogged up!”). It was domestic in a way that Y/n never thought she would have, and she loved every second of it.

When everything from dinner was cleaned up, Y/n figured now was as good a time as any to reveal her plans for the rest of their evening.

“Hey, Har,” she paused, then continued when she heard his hum of acknowledgment, “would you want to take a bath with me?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Is this a ploy t’ get me naked?”

“No,” Y/n said bashfully, “I just thought it would be nice to take a bath together. I found a citrus bath bomb at the back of the closet, and I thought it would be relaxing for us.”

Harry’s eyes softened and he smiled gently at her, “That sounds perfect, love. Y’ too sweet.”

The two made their way to the bathroom, hand in hand. Y/n plucked the bath bomb from the closet and laid it in the tub, turning on the warm water. The water became a pastel shade of yellow, reflecting the lemony scent of the bath bomb. As she was checking the temperature, a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, and a kiss was pressed to her cheek. The heat radiating off of his body led her to believe that Harry had already rid himself of his clothes. When she turned around, her suspicions were confirmed.

“You work fast,” she commented, making a humming sound when the temperature was to her satisfaction.

“A bit,” he confirmed, leaning over to turn off the nozzle “just wanna take a bath with y’, love. Speaking of, let’s get those pesky clothes off of y’, shall we?”

Y/n nodded and Harry reached forward, almost reverently lifting her (his) sweatshirt over her head. She shimmied out of her leggings and removed her undergarments. She stepped into the bath first, gesturing for him to follow. He obeyed, and sat between her legs, resting his head on her shoulder. The two sat in silence for a while, basking in each other’s company. Y/n couldn’t remember a time where she had felt this at peace. But she also knew that Harry had forgotten to shower that morning since he was nearly late to the studio, so she reached over and grabbed some soap and a washcloth. She looked down at him and giggled softly when she realized he was almost asleep

“Wake up, baby,” she crooned, “let me wash you.”

“‘M awake,” he muttered, “promise.”

“Sure you are, that’s why your eyes are closed,” Y/n teased.

He only hummed in response, making her giggle again. She kissed his forehead and began washing him gently. The soft circles she was rubbing into his skin with the washcloth were soothing, and a sleepy smile made its way onto his face.

“‘Y always take such good care of me. Dunno how I got s’ lucky.”

Y/n felt her face grow warm as she reached for the shampoo, “I think I’m the lucky one. You always take care of me, too.”

She began rubbing the shampoo into his silky locks. Breathy gasps fell from his lips as she tugged lightly as his hair, working the shampoo into his curls.

“Feels s’ good,” he murmured.

“Glad you’re feeling good, Har,” Y/n replied in a hushed tone.

She rinsed his hair and repeated the process with the conditioner. By the time she had finished, Harry had fully fallen asleep on her shoulder. She cooed softly at how adorable he looked. He was like an angel; his long lashes were speckled with little water drops, his wet hair stuck to his forehead in an oddly endearing way, and a small smile was spread across his lips. He looked so relaxed in a way that Y/n hadn’t seen in a while. The bath helped her feel more at ease too; the monotonous motions of washing Harry made the stress from her job melt away, and the loneliness that had plagued her earlier in the day was washed away by the warm water. But she knew she had to wake Harry. She wasn’t quite strong enough to carry all six feet of him back to their bedroom.

Y/n gently jostled his shoulder and whispered, “Harry. Need you to wake up, baby.”

He groaned softly, making her giggle softly once more. His eyes slowly blinked open to reveal his jade irises, and he stumbled his way out of the tub, making her laugh a little harder as she followed. Y/n got out two towels and dried them both off, knowing that Harry was much too tired to do it on his own. She took his hand and walked toward their bedroom.

When they reached the bedroom, Y/n guided Harry to sit on the bed while she picked out sweats for both of them to wear to sleep (she knew that Harry had a particular fondness for when she wore his clothes to bed, so she got out his clothes for both of them). Harry pliantly moved his limbs as she clothed him, and watched her with moony eyes as she pulled on her own sleepwear.

“Look s’ pretty in m’ clothes, love,” he complimented, relishing in the shy smile that appeared on her face.

“Thank you, Har. Let’s get you to bed, okay?” she replied.

Y/n turned off the light and joined Harry on the bed. He was already lying on his side, so she wound her arms around his waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades. Usually, he was the big spoon, but with the whole mood they had set all night, it just felt right for her to be the one cuddling him. Y/n barely heard Harry mumble a “g��night. Love you,” before his breathing evened out. She smiled and closed her eyes, reflecting on the day. Just spending one evening with her boyfriend made her feel right as rain, and the loneliness that had once threatened to overtake her was totally gone. Though she had been taking care of him that night, he was also taking care of her. And sure, they were both going back to work tomorrow, but in two weeks, Harry would be done with the album and would be all hers. When sleep finally overtook her, all she had were the most pleasant of dreams.

[parkersharthook]

We’ve Only Just Begun

Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: bad words, crack fluff

2.5k+ words

Reference TikToks: kiss my best friend challenge & rich best friend check

series masterlist

~.~

“Peter I’m bored.”

“Hi bored, I’m Peter.” Peter looked to you with a small smirk

“I know, I did just address you. Also, never say that joke to me every again if you wanna keep dating.”

“ooh, harsh crowd.” Peter laughed.

“babyyyy I’m bored. It’s summer vacation, I should not be this bored.”

“y/n, you’re distracting my intern.” Your dad snipped quickly, elbows deep into some kind of machinery. You weren’t really sure what they were working, having gotten very uninterested once they started. “He’s helping me right now; do you want me to lose an arm?”

You rolled your eyes and spun around in the chair, “dad you always take him.”

“hey, you get him every day during the school year. Summer is my time.”

Peter looked between the father and daughter with a brow raised, “are you two seriously fighting over me right now?”

“well I wouldn’t have to fight over my boyfriend with my dad if Harley was here right now. That selfish idiot left and now you’re the only wonder boy to entertain my dad.”

Tony scoffed and held out his hand, wordlessly asking Peter for some tool. Peter handed it over immediately before turning his head back, “where did Harley go?”

“I don’t know, he just said he was leaving and walked out.”

“maybe he’s got a hot date.”

You huffed and slouched in the seat, narrowing your eyes at Peter. “makes one of us.”

Tony laughed and twisted slightly to give you a wink, “sorry honey but that was the deal. I let your boyfriend stay here if he helps me out.”

You rolled your eyes so hard Peter was concerned you’d see your brain, “oh puh-lease, you wanted Peter here just as much as I did. Either for Spidey stuff or normal nerd stuff, you’re just using this as an excuse.”

“fine but at least I’m not complaining about him sneaking into your room every night.” Peter sputtered, his face going instantly red and almost dropping whatever mechanic was in his hand.

“oh Mr. stark, i- we don’t- it’s not-“

“relax kid, if I was going to crucify you I’d have already done it.” Tony spun to face you, “now can you please go bother someone else. If you really want to spend time with Peter you’ll let us finish this.”

You huffed and left the lab as Peter blew you a quick kiss causing you flip him off jokingly. This is not what you wanted when you wished for your boyfriend to get along with your dad.

--

It had been a few hours and you were still bored. You had promptly gone to your room after leaving the lab and gone on tiktok, you’re absolute favorite way to waste time but now you were bored again. And you missed Peter, especially after a stupid trend kept popping up on your fyp of people kissing their “best friends” making you realize you weren’t kissing your very kissable boyfriend right now.

As if he could read your thoughts, Peter waltzed into your bedroom and immediately shucked his shirt off to wipe his face and hands.

“well hello to you too stud.” You said, biting your lip and very obviously ogling his toned body.

Peter laughed as he threw his oil stained shirt into the hamper and went to grab another from the dresser. You pouted, “why are you putting a new one on? You look fine without it.”

“because it’s the middle of the day and anyone could come looking for us and I am not about to be killed by any of the avengers because I’m corrupting their ‘little princess’”. Peter said as he put the new shirt on and flopped next to you, his chin now resting on his hand as he looked up at you.

“ugh they need to get over themselves and realize that we’re adults who’ve been dating for three years and basically already live together.”

Peter shrugged, his empty hand rubbing against your bare leg casually. “you’re always going to be the little girl they watched grow up.” He laughed at your pout and squeezed your thigh, “what have you been up to? Cured your boredom?”

“No.” you huffed, “just been scrolling on tiktok. Kinda want to start making them, could be fun.”

“what would you make?”

You shrugged, immediately struck with a great idea. “I don’t know whatever the trends on. I’m gonna put the tv on, don’t move.”

You shimmied out of bed, setting your phone up as discreetly as possible and turning on your tv. You started the video and moved back to the bed. You knew the trend was to kiss a best friend but you thought it would still be fun with Peter, plus you are best friends… you’re just also already dating. So not cheating, just a loophole.

Peter was still on his stomach, hand supporting his face, as he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram. And with you sitting against your headboard, it looked friendly enough. You waited for the right time before sliding down so you were laying next to him, practically under him. He looked up at you and smiled and for a second you were worried that he was gonna go ahead and kiss you but luckily he waited just long enough where you could initiate it in time with the song. You surged forward, hand immediately coming to weave into his curls to pull him closer.

Peter was obviously not expecting you to kiss him so aggressively so he fell slightly before catching himself on one arm that was now positioned next to your head, the other going to hold your hip. Now you really were under him.

You got lost in kissing him for a few moments when you realized the video was probably done and detached your lips. You giggled as Peter chased your lips, eyes still mostly closed. You slid out from beneath him and walked over to your phone.

“wha- where are you going?” Peter pouted, running his hands through his messy curls. You bit your thumb nail slightly as you rewatched the video, it was cute. “did you take a video of that?”

You nodded and showed him, watching a goofy smile stretch onto his face as he looked up at you, “so when you said you were gonna start filming TikToks you meant immediately.”

You shrugged and sat next to him, “no but the opportunity presented itself.”

You quickly captioned the video ‘sooo I kissed my bsf’ and tagged Peter’s account before posting it and throwing your phone to the side.

Peter kissed your bare shoulder, “is this gonna become a regular thing?”

You giggled and shrugged, “I don’t know. Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Peter groaned, grabbing you around the middle and falling back onto the bed, pulling you down with him.

--

It was a few days later when you opened tiktok again, surprised to see your video had racked up 600 thousand likes and over 5 million views. You were surprised to see that it had gone semi-viral and yet no one recognized you. Not that you had your legal name in your username and you definitely weren’t as famous as your dad and family, but you weren’t hidden away either. Honestly though, this was kinda nice to just be another twenty-one year old on tiktok, posting stupid videos for fun.

You went to the comments immediately to see what people were saying and laughed at some of the funnier ones. You noticed that even MJ had commented.

Usera: aw so cute *blocked*

Userb: ms girl… he’s been waiting for this

Userc: no way best friends kiss like that

everythingbagel: “bsf” yeah fucking right y/n

⇲ begginstrips: hehe love you mj

You went back to your fyp and scrolled through a bit before you ran into stassie baby’s video of her showing off Kylie’s car collection with the audio saying, ‘rich best friend check’. You quickly sent the video to Peter, who was currently at lunch with Harry and Ned.

y/n: wanna do this when you get back?

Peter: lol sure seems funny

it was a few more hours before Peter got back to the compound, him easily finding you curled into the couch watching How To Train Your Dragons. You smiled as he dropped a kiss to your forehead, “this movie again?”

“it’s one of the best movies ever made,” you sassed back, “so yes, this movie again.”

He leaned down over the back of the couch smiling into your face before giving you another quick succession of kisses. “wanna film that tiktok?”

You checked the time before nodded, languidly stretching your body and standing up. “where should we start it?”

And that’s how Wanda found you and Peter at 3 am, videoing rando fancy stuff around the compound, you strutting and swaying your hips dramatically. Wanda followed Peter around, who was filming, laughing at your antics and giving you tips on what to include. The three of you got so loud, that Tony eventually woke up to investigate what the three of you were up to… as it was usually not great.

“are you sure we can film this? I don’t reveal any state secrets.” Peter whispered not so well.

“what state secrets are we revealing?” you whirled around to see your father, one brow raised and a hip cocked to the side.

“good entrance, very dramatic dad.” You said with a laugh, “and there aren’t any state secrets being revealed.”

“what are you filming?”

“A tiktok.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not even gonna pretend to know what that is. Anyways go to bed, you guys are being loud.”

“yeah, yeah. We’re just finishing up.” You watched your dad walked away before turning back to Peter and Wanda, “let’s go film in front of one of his suits.”

--

Peter had posted the photo to his account and captioned it: “@begginstrips is my sugar momma ;)” before promptly throwing his phone to the floor and passing out next to you in bed.

It was 10 in the morning – which was far too early as you and Peter had only fallen asleep at 4 am – when MJ started calling you and didn’t stop until you literally rolled out of bed onto the floor to pick up.

“what the fuck m? it is too fucking early.”

“you’re all over the news.”

You paled, “what?” Everything you ever did wrong very quickly flashed through your eyes, your mind scrambling to remember what was caught on camera.

“yeah your tiktok went viral. People are freaking out.” You sagged in relief.

“Jesus mj you can’t just say that shit for it to be tiktok.” A pause, “wait which tiktok?”

“the one Peter posted of his ‘rich best friend’ and you walking around the compound.”

You let out a quick laugh, “oh ok. That’s not that bad.”

“also can we talk about this whole best friend schtick you and Peter have going on tiktok? What the fuck?”

You chuckled slightly before crawling back into bed, your heart now beating at a normal pace. “the first one was just a trend so I lied to follow it and then it was just the sound. Also he is my best friend, he’s just also my boyfriend.”

MJ scoffed, “rude. I’m your best friend.”

“right, right. Sorry.” Peter grumbled slightly as he buried his head into your hip. You gently carded your fingers through his curls, “do you know why it’s all over the news?”

“apparently people didn’t know you existed? I don’t know, just thought that you might want a warning in case your dad got angry.”

“well I appreciate it, regardless of the fact that you basically gave me a heart attack and woke me up at butt fuck.”

“it’s 10 am, get over yourself and have a cup of coffee. Anyways, lunch tomorrow?”

You yawned, “sure sounds good. Wanna invite betty?”

“she’s still in Hawaii with her family, they’re coming back this weekend.”

“right, ok. Let me know what time you wanna go.”

“will do. Love you bitch.”

You smiled into the phone and yawned again, “love you bitch.” You hung up and tossed your phone to the floor, rubbing your eyes harshly.

Peter barely opened his eyes as he looked up at you, “what was that about?”

“apparently we’re famous.” You replied as you reached over his body to grab his phone.

Peter snuggled deeper into your body, wrapping his arms around your leg and laying his head in your lap. You rested against the headboard, one hand still playing with his curls and one now scrolling to Peter’s tiktok.

You blanched as you saw the video had gotten over 6 million likes and 45 million views overnight. And according to the comments, people were very confused.

User1: ummm is that the avengers compound or am I tripping?

User2: so we’re all just finding out tony stark has a child rn?

User3: mmmm something don’t add up here?

You sighed as turned the phone off, rubbing your eyes again. A headache was quickly setting in. You leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Peter’s cheek before slowly working your way out of his grasp.

He whined, “baby where are you going? It’s early.”

“I have to go talk to my dad about this but you keep sleeping babe.”

He rolled over to face you as you walked towards your closet. “are you sure? I can come with you.”

“no, it’s ok baby. I really don’t think it’ll be a big deal.”

--

It was slightly a bigger deal than you realized. Pepper was now talking you through ‘making sure SI had a good image on social media’ while your dad smirked in a corner.

Pepper stroked your arm, “this isn’t bad press or anything. You’ll just have to be careful going into the future. And you know that with being a Stark, you’re gonna have a lot of eyes on you and probably a lot of criticism.” She sighed, “we’ve done a good job shielding you from the press for this long but it might be a lot.”

You smiled at her softly. Pepper really had always been like a mom to you and now that her and your dad were officially married, it was even more true. “Yeah I know. I’m honestly not too worried.” You turned to your dad, “did you know people didn’t know I existed?”

Tony shrugged, “Doesn’t surprise me. I have almost every record of you sealed from the public for your safety and you never were one for the spotlight.” He walked over and dropped a kiss onto your forehead, “never show my suits on your clock app again.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, “for someone who owns a company based on new and cutting edge technology, you sure are out of touch.”

He gasped, a hand pressed to his heart. “how dare you, my own daughter.”

Pepper laughed softly, “she’s not wrong. Anyways, post whatever you want to your personal account. You’re an adult, so we trust you just be careful. I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”

You kissed her cheek before standing and stretching out your back. “don’t worry, I already have a plan for my next video.”

“god help us.” Tony muttered.

[professortomoehater]

Hi!! This is my first fic/short little drabble that I’m actually posting on here. I love writing but I’m still a little nervous lol. Anyways here ya go!

(My grammar and punctuation is perfect sorry T-T)

Ship: ChibiTaru (Chibiusa x Hotaru)

Series: Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon

WC: 592 words

Genre: fluff/ comfort (slight angst)

Warnings ! :

Slight angst, nightmares , abuse mention (from parent), crying, overall just a pretty in-depth description of a bad dream. Etc

Summary: Chibiusa comforts Hotaru after a traumatic dream

It was late in the night, well depending what you consider late. Lets just say that The two lovers, Hotaru and Chibiusa, had been asleep for a few hours. Late in that sense. However, at this moment, Chibiusa was not asleep like she had been only moments prior. Chibiusa’s not a light sleeper at all but when it comes to Hotaru, it’s like her brain, soul, spirit, whatever it is, senses a bad thing and she’s promptly awoken. That was the case here.

Hotaru was having another one of her nightmares. She shuffled around making quiet and distressed sounds in her sleep. Her eyes were tear stained and Chibiusa could tell she was scared. Her heart broke seeing her precious firefly like this.

“Love? Are you having a scary dream?” Chibiusa said as she , gently, tried to wake the other girl

Hotaru jolted awake , shaking and scared

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, it’s just me, it was just a dream.”Chibiusa said as she rubbed circles on her lover’s back.

Hotaru looked at her, her deep purple eyes full of distress. She waited to say anything as she gathered herself a bit.

“ ‘m sorry for waking you dearest…” Hotaru said in her usual quiet tone

“It’s okay! I understand, I get bad dreams too sometimes and you’ve dealt with a lot. It’s completely fine.” Chibiusa reassured her, “Wanna talk about it?”

Hotaru nodded, retrieving a cup of water from the bedside table.

“It was really scary. It was back in the 20th century, when I lived with my father. He was really mad that I was making friends with you and Usagi and everyone, he thought I would tell his secret. He yelled at me and pulled me around and messed with my metal limbs and everything to the point it hurt to walk so I was stuck in bed. He tried to hurt you and everyone else and I wasn’t able to help because I couldn’t move, I just had to watch. It was so scary.”

She started sobbing, something she didn’t do very often. Sure she cries but it’s never to this extreme. She was practically trembling, she was still so shaken up. As she shakily whimpered out “sorry.”

“I don’t know why this hurt so much. Maybe because it felt so real, back then that was a possibility, that he’d make it impossible for me to help you and the others. If I wasn’t able to be of service then I failed.” She cried

Chibiusa pulled Hotaru close to her, Hotaru instinctively nuzzling into Chibiusa’s shoulder and neck as Chibiusa cuddled her and stroked her hair whilst whispering words of reassurance.

“It’s okay. It’s alright my dear. It was just a dream, it wasn’t real. He’s long gone and he can’t hurt you anymore. Even if he was still around I would do everything I could to protect you. But you don’t have to be afraid anymore, he won’t be able to hurt you. Not ever, not while I’m here. I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

Chibiusa said as she smiled softly. She placed a kiss atop Hotaru’s head causing the girl to peer back at her. She blushed, Hotaru’s eyes were so beautiful to her and adored them.

Hotaru’s shaking hand reached up to cup Chibiusa’s face.

“Thank you, I love you so much.”

Chibiusa smiled kissing her on the lips this time

“I love you too dear. Now let’s go to bed.”

She wrapped her arms around Hotaru, making sure she felt secure.

She fell asleep to Hotaru sleepily running her hands through her pink curls.

-おわり(end)

　

[yunatheintrovert]

wake up sleepyhead | Bell/Belikov Hunter Killer-verse

It all started with another usual bantering argument between the Mi-24 gunship pilots and the hotshot MiG-25 fighter pilots. In true Soviet fashion, it devolved into a drinking contest between the two platoons. 

Dimitri and yourself were the elected representatives for your Mi-24 gunship platoon in the drinking contest.

And, of course, the hotshot fighter pilot sitting next to you with the bottles of vodka and shot glasses ready took one look at you. 

“You chose a woman to outdrink me, cowboys?” the fighter pilot laughed, leaning against the wooden bar counter. Your comrades simply shook their heads while smirking. 

You smiled. That hotshot had no idea…

For more than several years, you’ve been unintentionally training for this. All those sleepless nights working on your dual major degree in mathematics and aerospace engineering resulted in increasing your alcohol tolerance. 

You glanced at Dimitri next to you. He nodded with a confident smile. 

“Good luck, Mitya,” you said, clapping him on the shoulder. Although, you knew he didn’t need it. You and your comrades could outdrink those hotshot fighter pilots any day of the week. 

After all, you all rode in “drinking glasses.” 

With cheers erupting around you, you turned to your opponent, who had filled the shot glasses up with the clear liquid of vodka. 

“Cheers!” 

And so the games began. 

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“Chunga changa, the blue sky!” you sang merrily, giggling against Dimitri’s shoulder. It was you and Mitya’s song...of victory this time over those arrogant fighter pilots. 

You blinked, seeing your vision swim every so often. 

The barracks...the platoon barracks was that way, right?

“Chunga changa, summer all year round!” Dimitri joined you in singing this time with his arm slung around your shoulder. You stumbled once more, leaning against him with your hands grasping the fabric of his coat. 

“Chunga changa, we have fun!” you sang along with him happily. The street lamps on the airfield base became a blur as you stumbled your way to the barracks with Dimitri. 

“Chunga changa, we sing a song!” you exclaimed with a laugh. Ah, you loved this song so much. Your brother never understood why you loved the song like you did. But then again, Tasha was roped into singing the song along with your comrades before every mission…

Suddenly, the bright blurs in your vision disappeared. Looking up from Dimitri’s shoulder, you saw the familiar interior of the platoon barracks. 

You sighed against his shoulder. The exhilaration of your victory and the song faded away into sudden drowsiness, “I’m tired, Mitya,” you murmured sleepily. You fought to keep your eyes from closing. 

You needed a bed...to sleep. 

You grasped Dimitri’s hand and pulled him with you as you stumbled towards the bed. 

“Sleep, Mitya,” you said, tugging him closer, “Sleep.” 

He laughed, “Alright, my friend. We’ll sleep!” 

Just as Dimitri stepped ahead of you towards the bed, you suddenly found yourself falling. You braced yourself for the usual pain and soreness from cracking your head against the hard wooden floor only to blink at the lack of said pain.

You found yourself staring down at Dimitri. His own surprised gunmetal eyes met yours. The military hat laid askew on the bed. You leaned back only to realize something.

You were straddling him. 

You blinked before murmuring, “Sorry, Mitya,” Your weight must have been uncomfortable for him. With a sigh, you rolled off of him and flopped onto the bed space next to him. 

You sleepily stared up at the white ceiling. 

I...I should move, you thought sleepily. But the bed was so comfortable, and it was always cold in your corner of the barracks. 

And Mitya was warm, you noted. 

Just as you were about to ask Dimitri, you noticed the slight calmness in his breathing. 

He was sleeping. 

You sighed. 

Really you should get up and move-

But maybe for just several minutes, you decided, sleeping here was okay.

Really it would take only just a few minutes…

And with that, you closed your eyes-

-And promptly fell asleep. 

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“Wake up, соня!”

Your brother’s familiar voice shouted. 

“Дерьмо,” Dimitri cursed under his breath, groaning. His arm shifted underneath your head at the sudden shout and opening of the blinds at the windows. 

You blinked at the glaring sunlight boring into your eyes through the open blinds of the window. Sleepily, you pulled yourself up and noticed the sudden murmuring and whistles going around the room.

“What’s going on?” you asked, bringing a hand to your face and shielding your eyes from the harsh sunlight. It was morning already…?

And there he was.

Anton Charkov, your brother, stared at you in shock with his usual morning mug of tea in hand. In fact, he was in the process of drinking it-

“Tasha?” you asked confusedly. You glanced down at yourself, noticing the disarray your clothes were in. Your uniform jacket was uncomfortably at your elbows, while your telnyashka was rumpled and partially ridden up at your middle. 

Gusev whistled, “Hit a home run, Dimitri?” 

Anton Charkov proceeded to choke on his tea.

The next thing you heard was the thump of a knife sinking deep into the wooden post right next to Gusev’s head. You looked down to see Dimitri glaring at Gusev. 

Mitya used the knife under his pillow, you thought drowsily. 

“Отвали!” Dimitri scowled at Gusev. He pulled the blankets over you, covering your disheveled appearance. He got out of bed with a sigh, straightening the wrinkled appearance of his olive-green uniform jacket. 

“Careful, Dimitri! Charkov here might break out the shotgun for his little sister.” Pavel said with a grin. He always did love some drama. Although, you didn’t quite get what the fuss was about. 

This wasn’t the first time you slept with Mitya.

After all, you had fallen asleep with him in the supply closet while listening to late-night broadcasts of baseball games with the short-wave radio there. 

“Nothing happened, idiots.” Dimitri sighed. 

“It’s okay. You’re practically already married to Bell,” Pavel gestured to you with a smug look in his eyes, “I’m sure Charkov wouldn’t mind you being his brother in law.” 

“I have another knife, Comrade Pavel.”

The said man nervously laughed, “Now, now, Dimitri-you know I’m just teasing here. Does that mean Bell here is available…?”

Dimitri smiled, although you couldn’t quite see the look in his eyes. Then again, Mitya was always so friendly. He simply said with a low chuckle, “You are not helping your case here, my friend.”

Pavel paled. 

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Author’s Note: This is a snippet from the military years of Bell and Belikov in the same helicopter assault platoon they worked as MI-24 gunship pilots in the Hunter Killer AU I’m working on. The Hunter Killer AU fic focuses on the KGB years of Bell and Belikov but experiences they shared prior to that will be referenced in the fic. I find it interesting to think about their years in the platoon together so I might write some more snippets about their time together there. 

Anyways, I wrote this as a fun little idea I came up with haha. It is based on the “wake up sleepyhead” meme lol. Also, just in case there were any misunderstandings, Bell and Belikov literally only slept together in the same bed haha. And to clarify, Bell is Anton Charkov’s little sister in this AU haha. This was fun to write. Well, thanks for reading! 

[vhs-ghost]

My third (and final) fanfic for the Headless fanfic contest! What were the Sleepy Hollow residents like in high school? Well, Matilda will tell you! I really hope to write more about them in high school! I wrote SO many notes on it lol and i have a LOT more ideas!

The Washington Irving High School Yearbook

Ichabod knocked on the old door briefly before letting himself in. “Hello?” he said to the dimly lit witch’s shop. Katrina Van Tassel had insisted that Ichabod see Matilda, the town witch, for a tarot reading. Ichabod was a very skeptical man, but he was also a very smitten man, and he couldn’t say no to Katrina. He didn’t believe in magic, or the supernatural, or anything like that. He was a man of science. He was very smart when it came his studies, but he was a bit clueless otherwise. For example, he set himself on fire while cooking. Multiple times.

“I’ll be out there in a minute!” Matilda’s annoyed voice called from farther back in the store.

Okay!” Ichabod called back. He decided to poke around the shop while he waited. There were many odds and ends lying about. He wondered how much of it was for aesthetic and ambiance, and how much she actually used. There was a large horoscope tapestry on the wall, and tables and shelves were covered with crystals, tarot card boxes, books, candles, incense, and other witchy stuff like that. It also smelled quite good, like lavender and woodsmoke. He started to walk around, and his bodyweight made the floorboards squeak. He picked up a crystal point, that was much heavier than it looked, and promptly put it back down. He picked up an astrology book and began to thumb through it, not really taking note of it’s contents. As he glanced over the pages, another book poking out of the pile caught his eye; the Washington Irving High School Yearbook, year 2008. He tried to carefully pull it out from the stack, but the pile of books fell to the floor anyway. Matilda hurried in.

“Ugh, what are you doing??” she whined, looking at the pile of books now on the floor.

“I- I’m sorry. I, um-“ he stammered, and then looked at the yearbook in his hand. “I was trying to grab this,” he said, lifting the book sheepishly.

“What did you wanna look at that for?” she asked him, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Well I just happened to see it in this pile, and now I’m curious about how you all were in high school,” he said, hoping to not make her any more angry. “Was this your senior year?”

Matilda softened, but only a bit. “Yep. Here, I’ll show all the people you’ve met. It’s always fun to see what someone looked and acted like in high school. More to make fun of them for.” She opened the yearbook. The spine cracked after not being opened for many years.  

She first pointed to a picture of a pretty girl with red hair. “Let’s start at the beginning. Here’s Ramona when she was Ramona Birch. So before she was Mrs. Eugene Trousers and before she was running definitely not a cult with him. The two of them were the pride and joy of the drama club, imagine that,” she said sarcastically. “They were talented, though,” she added.

She moved on. “Now here’s the most important one.” She pointed to a younger picture of herself, looking even more goth and spooky than she did now. She had mall goth vibes. “Look, it’s ME! Wasn’t I adorable?” She did not wait for Ichabod to answer, and pointed to another picture.

“Oh look, it’s Brom,” she said with a roll of her eyes. He basically looked the same. “His first name is Abraham, but he’s gone by Brom even since he was a kid. It definitely sounds cooler, and Brom always wants to be the coolest guy in the room.” She paused. “He used to be a real jerk back in the day, until Kat flipped her lid on him, yelling at him in the hallway, asking him what his problem was. It was SUPER funny, watching him go all pale and stammer, but it worked, and he’s been less of a jerk, but kind of still a jerk, ever since. But hey, character development; we love to see.” Ichabod nodded, taking this information into consideration.

She flipped ahead a bit. “Hm, Diedrich. He’s been making annoying songs about our personalities since he could talk. In high school, he was the kind of dude who’d bring his guitar to class, to every party, everywhere. I mean, he still does that now, but in high school, it was even more douchey.”

She pointed to another picture, of a girl with bold style and pink streaks in her hair. “Lucretia moved here a couple of months in to senior year to live with her aunt, who owned Storms Inn. She was kind of mysterious in school. Still is, in my opinion, like she has something to hide. Anyway, she got most of the WI High senior experience, but she missed the Battle of the Bands auditions when we did that, so she had to be a judge.”

“You had a Battle of the Bands??” Ichabod asked with surprise.

“Yep. Winner even got a record deal, too. But that’s a story for another day. Anyway, Lucretia fit in well with Sleepy Hollow, and has immersed herself in the town ever since. Moving on to-” Matilda turned the page and pointed at a picture of a girl with bags under her eyes, forcing a smile, “your uptight boss!”

Ichabod looked uneasy. He didn’t want to gossip about his boss.

“Eh, she was uptight then, and shes uptight now,” Matilda said. “Douffe was also hella burnt out back then. See those eyebags?” Ichabod nodded. “She also used to drink coffee like water. She always stretched herself too thin. I guess she learned though?”

She continued to scan the page. “There’s Brad, or as you might know him, Officer Meinhof.” She rolled her eyes. “He was super gossipy, and always getting us outcast kids in trouble. Kinda nice, kinda not.”

She turned the page. “Ah, the package deal!” she said, pointing at three pictures in a row; Tripp Stevens, Calvin Stone, and Blair Sullivan. “The Babes have always been inseparable. They even tried to all be in the same photo, but no one was having that. They’ve always been fun. Having class with them was always an experience,” she said with a bit of a laugh.

She ran her finger across the page, pointing at Eugene Trousers. “Look, it’s Mr. Not a Cult Leader! He was annoying, and his mom was the drama teacher. Despite his obnoxious theater kid attitude, drama club was actually pretty fun.”

“You were in drama club?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was that or suspension. We did Beauty and the Beast. It was pretty cool. I’ll dig out the poster to show you next time.” Ichabod nodded, actually very invested. 

She turned the page, and her eyes lit up. “Ooooo look, Ichabod! It’s Kat Van Tassel!”

Ichabod blushed at her name. Matilda proudly laughed at his nervousness. She continued, “She was super popular, but also very rebellious and opinionated too. I think that’s why everyone likes her; she hella down to earth.” She paused, “Also I’m not being sarcastic. She’s just a really cool person. We’re still friends kind of, but she and I used to be a lot closer,” she said, sighing wistfully. Ichabod looked at her pensively. She snapped back from her nostalgia, looking back at the book. “Anyway..”

She pointed to two pictures. “Here’s the Van Winkles, Rip and Judy. They could not have been more different from each other,” she said with a laugh. “Rip was super smart without trying, but also a super slacker. He was always falling asleep in class and coming in late. Amazing choreographer though. And Judy was super studious and ambitious. She also changed her last name to Gardenier a couple years back. I don’t blame her. Van Winkle is uh, quite the last name. Anyway, they were cool. Rip and I were always good friends, and Judy was nice enough.”

She scanned the page. Her eyes landed on a picture, and her cheeks turned the slightest tinge of pink. She talked fast, “And here’s Tom. He was an outcast like me. He liked to set stuff on fire. Some things never change. He was cool. He is cool. Um-” Ichabod noticed her change in demeanor, but didn’t say anything. She’d just get mad at him if tried to bring attention to it. She pointed to one more picture, not lingering on Tom much longer, even though she wanted to.

“Aaaaand, here’s Verla.” She looked exactly the same as she did now. “I don’t know what her deal is, and it bothers me. I think she’s a haunted doll. Or 500 years old. Either way, she’s weird.” She paused. “Here, I’ll show you some more pictures from stuff.”

Matilda flipped to later in the book, pointing at candids and group shots. “Here’s some pics of drama club.” Ichabod was enthralled. “And here’s a pic from Battle of The Bands-“

RING. An alarm on Matilda’s phone rang as she pointed to the page. She looked down at the phone. “I’ll have to continue with the history lesson later, my dude. I’ve got a tarot card reading appointment to do now,” Matilda said, standing up. Ichabod tried to protest, but she stopped him, “Sorry, I can’t cancel… again. I need the money. But look,” she pointed out the shop window across the street. “Looks like Kat just left the post office. If you go now, I’m sure you can catch up with her.”

Ichabod turned, and did in fact see her. “Well, thank you for all of that,” he said. “I definitely want to hear more about your high school days later.”

“You will,” she told him.

“Bye Matilda,” he said, reaching for the door. He paused. “That was actually pretty fun, hearing about your high school days. Again, thanks.” She nodded back to him, and he rushed from the store, catching up with Katrina. Matilda continued to straighten up the shop, waiting for her next customer, and wondering what kind of high school stories she’d tell Ichabod in the future.

[knightofameris]

hi bb, this is gonna sound so stupid but i felt a bit down today. one of the days where i actually wish anime boys are real haha (i maybe touch-starved but we don’t need to know this). anyways, i rlly hope you have a good day today, don’t forget to take care of yourself. i love you ❤️ —🍒

AW baby 🥺🥺 it never sounds stupid if you ever want to talk about it some more pls let me know. But whatever is going on I hope you’re taking care of yourself and that you know your feelings are valid. Also that I love you lots!

This isn’t much but maybe it’ll cheer you up a lil? (also I hope I’m remembering what career you want to be correctly! or at least the field ahdjajdh

✎ contains. cuddles! post time skip!! also lol i changed daichi’s occupation, death mention??? inferred????, hnng

✎ wc. .4k

Working in healthcare wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, it never was. Sometimes it paid off because you made a difference, helped changed lives for the better. But on some days, it was harder. 

On some days, lives were lost. 

And on those days you wondered, what if you tried harder, what if you were better at your job? What if you were faster? 

What if, what if, what if--

The door to your shared apartment opened up and closed promptly, bringing you out of your thoughts. It wasn’t the first time you saw Daichi today, despite the two of you working all day. But seeing as he was usually a first responder as a firefighter medic, he was there when he brought victims after a horrid accident. 

An accident that caused you, someone who didn’t work in the ER, to work within the ER department. 

“Hey,” Daichi said softly, opening the door to the bedroom. “Takeout’s on it’s way, I’m gonna shower real quick, alright?” He smiled at you which you returned. But the two of you both knew it was a smile that reached neither of your eyes, a tired smile because despite how much energy was zapped out of the two of you, you both wanted to smile for each other at least. 

You snuggled deeper under the blankets, closing your eyes, the sound of the shower running as background noise. 

Apparently you fell asleep, Daichi slowly shook you awake, your eyes fluttering open. The smell of your favorite takeout wafting into your room but if you were being honest, you weren’t very hungry. 

Instead, you grabbed Daichi’s hand on your shoulder and tugged on him. A gentle smile appeared on his face and you knew he was feeling just the same as you. He settled down on the bed next to you, pulling you in close to his sturdy chest. The smell of his body wash giving you a sense of comfort. 

You wrapped your arms around him, your fingers softly dancing across his back as he squeezed you tight. Silent words of comfort were exchanged between the two of you. It wasn’t the first something like this had happened but you knew this too will pass. 

As long as you had Daichi and Daichi had you, everything would be alright. 

The takeout was long forgotten, you listening to his heartbeat as you drifted back to sleep. Slowly, the soft caress his thumb left on your back and your hair came to a stop as he too fell asleep to your breathing. 

It wouldn’t be until later in the night the two of you would wake up to eat, then go back to sleep because at least the two of you had the next day off together. 

[ixalit]

In Minnie’s tags on your most recent poem she said something like “no wonder Chris liked this” and WHAT???

HA!

Nonono rest assured Chris Evans has not actually seen my poetry, and he definitely hasn’t expressed an opinion about it 😆

That was a reference to an absolutely wonderful, fantastic, and all things amazing dream that I had a couple nights ago.

A dream that I will tell you about now, because I get all warm and fuzzy whenever I think about it and I’m still floating on the happiness cloud.

It was at a Fourth of July barbecue or something at my house with a couple of friends and Chris Evans (because my brain was nice for once wow who knew it could do that)

He still brought a fucking cableknit because god knows why

He read some of my poems, including the one I recently posted, and actually talked about them in that sinfuriatingly intelligent way of his about stucky and them being soulmates and the angst and depth of their relationship. I gave him a copy of my book of the original non-stucky ones and he did the Instagram-book-thumb-in-frame-blue-heart-thing and it was wonderful

Anyways for some reason he was at my house with me and my friends and we started talking about politics and Dodger and, because we’re all very gay, why Chris has never done an LGBT role and if he would in the future (spoiler: the answer’s yes)

Eventually the conversation turned to if Chris has ever kissed a guy (highkey feel like this part was influenced by @musette22 ‘s recent fic). He got this really soft smile on his face and kinda zoned out for a sec and then did that little shrug/shake thing and just went “yeah” real quietly (SCREAM)

My friend like the hoe he is decided to shoot his shot and was like “well would you do it again because, y’know, once in a lifetime opportunity here...” and Chris fucking said okay and gave each of us a little kiss (SCREAM NO. 2)

And then we talked more about stucky and drank beer and grilled together and just generally had a really chill, fun time and it was amazing

When he was leaving I hugged him and said something like “say hi to Sebastian for me :)” and he did the blushing/laughing/rubbing the back of his neck thing and I guess he decided it was safe to tell me because after a minute, he nodded and got a lol emotional and smiled all soft again and was like “yeah. Yeah, I sill. Show him some of those poems too.... he’s like that”

(PRETTY MUCH CONSTANT SCREAMING AT THIS POINT)

I woke up and it was like 5 am and I was like “I gotta write this down so I can remember it” and then promptly fell straight back asleep and didn’t remember it until like 9:30 later that morning and it’s just gotten more vivid since 🥰

The only thing that could’ve made this better is if he’d brought Dodger. But I don’t think I’ve ever really dreamt animals, so maybe that’s why lol

Anyways. Point is, the only time I’ve met Chris is in that dream and that’s when he said he liked my writing and uhhh I gotta say I think my subconscious’ characterization is pretty on point. And nice. I mean... I got to grill with Chris Fucking Evans

[gerec]

AU-gust 2020 Prompts

Masterlist

19. 19th Century AU - Charles/Shaw, Cherik mentioned

Warnings: Noncon, A/O

Okay I’m going to post today’s ficlet ahead of the one I’m still working on for yesterday’s Bodyguard AU prompt, because this is finished and the other...isn’t lol. Also, I cheated a little with this au because I had a lot of it in the works already as a dirtybadpornz one-shot (only what’s here is most of the dirtybad stripped out lol). Anyway, this will probably eventually get properly expanded and added back to my porny collection; in the meantime, have some plot!

ALSO, in case it’s not clear this was sort of inspired by that one plot point in Atonement...

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He agreed easily to a walk on the grounds, if only to get away from Kurt’s insufferable droning, and his mother’s poor attempts at hiding her boredom. Mr. Shaw followed him out of the drawing room and down the corridor without comment, only stopping to offer an arm to Charles when they stepped out into the balmy, June night.

“I should like to hear more about your studies, Charles,” the man said, leading them at a leisurely pace down the winding garden path. “I find it rather fascinating, the sciences, and wish I had the opportunity to learn more of it before I took over the family business.”

“I wouldn’t want to bore you,” he answered, still unsure of Shaw’s character and intentions, beyond his interest in doing business with his stepfather. “I’ve been told that I tend to rattle on until I bore everyone around me.”

The smile Shaw gave him was both warm and sincere, making him flush a little at the alpha’s obvious regard. “You could never. I assure you that you have my full and undivided attention.”

Charles couldn’t help but grin; only Erik had ever shown any interest in his passion, and even his patience for Charles’ prattling had its limits. Perhaps it would do his friend good to know that there were others who appreciated him too, and wanted to hear his thoughts and opinions; even a handsome, older man like Sebastian Shaw who was well experienced with the world beyond the confines of Xavier Manor.

They walked on for some time, as Charles shared in detail his interest in Charles Darwin’s work, with Shaw nodding along and asking an occasional question, his eyes intent as he though enraptured by Charles’ words. It was heady, being on the receiving end of such keen interest and attention, and Charles found himself losing track of his surroundings, and how much time passed since they left for their walk.

He did not realize how far from the Manor they had travelled, until they were suddenly at the edge of the woods on their estate.

“Oh,” he gasped, looking up at the dark canopy of the treetops, and the long shadows they cast upon the ground. “We have strayed too far off the path, Mr. Shaw. Let us turn back before they come searching for us.”

“Don’t worry,” Shaw said, turning to face Charles then and settling his hands on his shoulders. “We haven’t been gone for that long. And I have not had enough of your delightful company yet, or the chance to kiss your pretty, red lips.”

He could not respond, for Shaw immediately wrapped his arms around Charles and pulled their bodies flush, pressing their mouths together in a rough and heated kiss. It was so unexpected that Charles did not react for long moments, his mind reeling as Shaw plundered his mouth, hands roaming down his back to grab at this buttocks. By the time he thought to pull away, shoving hard against Shaw’s chest with a gasp, he was already being dragged roughly behind a tree, with Shaw’s body pinning him to the ground.

“What are you--? Get off of me!” he snarled, trying to buck against the heavier alpha, though he could not move his arms at all from the way Shaw was bracketing him with his knees. “Stop this or I’m going to scream!”

Under the faint light of the moon, he could see Shaw’s face partly in shadow, his eyes full of lust as he answered Charles with a darkly amused chuckle. “By all means, scream for help. And by the time they find us I’ll be buried inside your delicious cunt, and everyone will get an eyeful of their young Master Xavier, getting fucked in the dirt like a common whore.”

“You wouldn’t!” he cried, even as Shaw pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and started winding it around Charles’ head. “No, please stop! Don’t do this! Please, I can’t…I’ve never—”

His words were cut off abruptly by the makeshift gag, and though he tried to scream he managed only to choke a little from the silk wedged awkwardly between his teeth. 

“You’ve never what? Been fucked by an alpha, Charles? How fortuitous then for the both of us!” Shaw flipped him onto his stomach with a quick shove and twisted his right arm painfully behind his back, winding Charles and forcing him to wheeze through his gag. “I can make this very good for you, sweet boy, like a first time should be.” Then he pulled on Charles’ arm again until he let out a muffled scream, pain coursing up and into his shoulder until his eyes blurred with unshed tears. “Or I can make it hurt. Very badly indeed. Which is it going to be, hmm?”

He couldn’t make himself agree to it; to say yes to Shaw’s unwanted touch and consent to being raped by his stepfather’s guest. But there was no one near enough to stop Shaw in time, no matter how loudly he screamed, and Charles couldn’t let anyone see him like this, the Xavier heir, no matter that it wasn’t his fault for being so utterly defiled--

He stopped struggling, and let his body go limp, biting down around the gag as Shaw mounted him and pushed in.

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“Thank you for the delightful tour of the grounds,” Shaw said, in front of his mother and stepfather, while his seed threatened to leak through Charles’ torn trousers. Bruised and aching, he had no choice but to rely on Shaw’s help to get back to the Manor, though Charles had wanted to slip upstairs unnoticed, instead of being forced at niceties after his treatment at the alpha’s hands. “I should like to call on you, Charles, as I thoroughly enjoyed your company this evening, and wish to do so again. Soon.”

He glared at Shaw in disbelief even as bile clogged his throat in revulsion and terror. “Your business is with my stepfather, Mr. Shaw; I don’t believe we have any reason to see each other again.”

He did not wait to hear Kurt’s remonstrations, or anything else that might fall from the vile monster’s mouth, hastening up the stairs until he reached his bedroom and locked the door behind him. There he retched into the chamber pot until his dinner had been emptied, and tried not to think about his violation, and how he’d wished his first time been with someone other than Shaw – someone sweet and kind and who would never---

Charles fell asleep dreaming about Erik, and the kiss they’d shared before he’d gone to his family in Kraków.

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Two months later, Charles realized he’d been impregnated by Shaw, and his family promptly married him off to his rapist. 

[rafestyles]

drunk | d.d

Requested? Yes: Ooh ooh !! Or something along the lines of the reader being drunk and goofy and david has to take care of her, put her to bed or whatever, and maybe she flirts with him too?😏 sorry i'm spamming alot haha i'm just excited to see your posts!💕

Word Count: idk tbh i wrote in my phone notes instead of word lol

Warnings?: Drinking and cussing !

A/N: i loved this one so much. it came so naturally and was so fun to write.

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you were currently at david’s house waiting for your friends to show up because david decided to throw a last minute party to scrounge up a couple more seconds of vlog footage. (i mean, the boy was honestly lucky to have such loving and supporting friends like this.)

“thank you so much for coming tonight, y/n.” david beamed, jumping down on the love sac.

��mhm.” you gently teased, smirking at him.

he let a small pout form on his lips (which was unfairly cute, i mean, come on.) and covered himself with the blanket. “what do you mean? you don’t wanna be here?”

“of course i wanna be here, david. i’m more so upset over the fact that you told me the party was starting earlier so i would rush over here, only to get here and you tell me you just needed someone to help you fucking set up and get ready.” you groaned, grabbing one of the couch pillows and tossing it at him.

he laughed loudly, attempting to shield himself from the pillow, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry! natalie’s on vacation and i didn’t know what i needed to do to get ready.” he defended.

“oh my god, dobrik. how did you ever survive without her?”

he opened his mouth to defend himself again, but he was interrupted by the sounds of people making their way into his house.

“who’s ready to fucking party?!” zane shouted as he walked in.

you rolled your eyes fondly from your position on the couch.

“y/n, baby. don’t give me that look. you know we about to get down and funky tonight.” he accentuated his last few words by shaking his hips from side to side.

letting out a loud laugh and shrugging your shoulders, you stood up from the couch, “well let’s fucking party.”

the crowd of friends behind zane cheered loudly at that and you turned when you heard david whoop and then pull out his camera, “yes! let’s go!” he shouted, turning the camera towards you.

you cheekily smiled, making direct eye contact with the camera as you spoke, “uh, david dobrik can’t have alcohol. because, as i recall, if david dobrik has one beer, david dobrik has to go nap-nap.”

you heard a couple people gasp and a few holler at your statement, and you laughed along with david as he turned his camera around on himself.

“okay, okay. i see how it is.” he put his hands up in mock defense, then flipping the camera back to you.

“that’s what you get, dobrik, for not saying i’m one of your best friends in that interview.” you turned around, walking towards the kitchen.

you heard david groan from behind you, “oh c’mon, y/n! that was months ago!!”

-

as the night progresses you steadily get more and more intoxicated. you counted your blessings that you weren’t as far gone as zane (but no one is as ever as far gone as zane gets).

you had done a couple of things for the vlog like doing a belly shot on a few of the boys in the group, as well as letting a few people do them on you. you had also competed against heath in a shot contest and won (and then promptly throwing up into the toilet - which was also quality vlog content.)

but now that night was slowly coming to an end, and you were back in your original position on the couch, watching people filter out of david’s house.

the man in question was also back in his original position on the love sac, this time with his laptop in front of him so he could edit.

“zaaaane.” you whined, pouring softly when zane only grunted in response from his position on the other end of the couch.

“zane, i need my fucking phone. i need to call an uber.” you slurred.

from his corner of the room, david peeked his head up, “oh, no. you’re not leaving, y/n. just stay here. you can take my bed, since i’ll be out here editing for a while anyways.” he said nonchalantly.

in your drunken state of mind, this was the best news you had received all day, “fuck yes. thank you, david. i really didn’t wanna leave.”

he shrugged his shoulders passively, “it’s no big deal, y/n.”

you grinned, rolling over on the couch to stand up only to realize how actually drunk you are as you stumble and fall backwards back onto the couch. “oops.” you giggle.

david lets out the (cutest) laugh, lowering his laptop screen and beginning to stand up, “ya need some help?”

you pout up at the boy, nodding helplessly, “yes. you’re my king, my savior!” you shout dramatically, smiling when it makes david laugh again.

it always makes you feel so good when you make david laugh.

“oh does it?” he asks, hoisting your arm around his shoulder and standing you up slowly.

“fuck, did i say that out loud?” you groan, partially in embarrassment and partially from having to stand up.

“you did, yes.” he giggles.

“you have the cutest laugh, mkay.” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both start walking towards the bedroom.

you can feel him laugh again and you speak again, “you have the cutest everything, david dobrik.” you look back up at him and notice the slight blush on his cheeks. if you were a little more sober, you would’ve used this opportunity to make fun of him. but also, if you were a little more sober, this conversation would not be happening. (you’re really gonna have to have a conversation with your drunk self.)

“i think you have the cutest everything too, y/n y/l/n.” he mumbles, pushing the door open to his bedroom.

you ignore his statement to instead make a joke about being one of the lucky girls to make it back to his bedroom.

“it’s actually only you, usually.” he says, a soft smile on his face.

you sit down on the bed and remember, that oh yeah, this isn’t the first time david has had to take care of you when you’re this drunk.

“you’re so sweet to me david.” you whine softly as you begin to take off your shoes.

he hums in acknowledgment as he shuffled through his drawers to find a top for you to wear.

“you’d make a great boyfriend.” (for me, you wanted to add).

he turned around to face you, holding one of his hoodies and shaking his head, “i’m sure i would, y/n. got any suggestions?”

you thanked the stars you decided to wear comfy pants as you slipped off your top and pulled david’s hoodie over your head, “i can think of a few.” you replied, leaning back against his headboard. “why, you gotta any ladies in mind?” you paused, “or men for that matter?”

he threw his head back in laughter, “i mean other than jeff? no.”

“so you have replaced todd!” you pointed a finger accusingly at him, giggling softly along with him.

he put his hands up in defense, shaking his head, “nah, but all jokes aside, there is one girl that i’ve had my eye on for a while. but she’s a little oblivious.”

you ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach, opting to poke him with your foot teasingly.

“oooo, david has a crush.” you sang, stopping a moment to look at him. “i have a crush too.” you blurted, watching his face for his reaction.

he lifted his eyebrows, “oh really? who is it?”

you sat up slightly, pulling the covers from underneath you, then sitting back onto the bed, you pulled them over your body as you laid down, your head resting on the pillow.

“well you see,” you yawned, “he’s tall, he has long shaggy hair, that to be honest, makes him look like a penis currently”

david let out a loud laugh, biting his bottom lip and shaking his head.

“and he’s really cute,” you continued, “really cute. and nice and so kind. but he’s also kind of a psychopath? oh! and let’s not forget he carries his camera everywhere with him.”

david put his hand on his chin, scratching it as he pretended to think of who you were talking about. “oh! is it me?” he guessed, eyeing you cheekily.

“hm! yes! ding, ding, ding! we have a winner!” you shouted, clapping playfully. “i have a huge crush on you, david dobrik!” (you were really going to have to have a conversation with your drunk self).

he grinned, using one of his hands to brush back some of your hair, “well, y/n y/l/n, tell me again in the morning and maybe we can talk about it some more, hm?”

you nodded, looking at him very seriously, “okay. but i do? i know i’m fucked up right now and i would not be telling you this unless i was, but surprise! i do!” you said, your eyes beginning to fall shut.

“okay, then. i’ll see you in a couple of hours.” he whispered, standing up from the bed.

you nodded once again, finally falling asleep.

-

a couple of hours later, the sun was just rising and david had just posted the new vlog.

you stirred slightly as you felt someone get into bed next to you. you flipped around, opening your eyes as you saw david’s grinning face.

the memories from earlier came flooding back and you groaned in embarrassment.

“what is it?” he whispered, his expression changing to something a little more concerned.

“i just remembered.”

“oh.” he laughed, “you don’t have to be embarrassed.” he said comfortingly.

“oh, yes i do. but,” you paused, peeking one eye open at him, “it’s true and i’m glad it’s out there now.”

he grinned again, moving forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so your head was resting on his chest.

he was quiet for a few more moments and you were almost convinced he had fallen asleep, until he spoke lightly, “well i’m glad it wasn’t just drunk y/n talking, because i feel the same.”

you grinned into his chest, “well i’m glad too. but please remind me to never get that drunk again.”

he chuckled softly, “i promise.”

and with that, you both fell asleep, huge grins on both of your faces.

[valkyrieofsmut]

Hey all!

So, I forgot my phone at home when I went to work on friday, and when I got home, I promptly ate pizza, then fell asleep. And then woke up and went to bed... So tired lately lol.

Anyway, that’s why I didn’t get out the Friday post, but, I wanted to let you all know that I love you all, and you’re amazing all the time! 

Also, I have gone to once a week posting, and occasional extra posting. It has been hard keeping up with posting lately when I make the chapters so long, and I’m not ahead anymore, all the while trying to get every to get their shit together at my work. Oh the joys of being the boss and lean on boss... lol

Long story short, I’m hoping to get more shit done, and come back to you with good quality stuff!

[annebrontesrequiem]

Stuffed Animals MC-Minor Trio

Well it’s been about an hour, let’s do this Minor Trio Stuffed animal HC!!! Haha! Plz tell me you like my stuff. ;_;

V

He couldn’t see them, so you didn’t think that it’d be a problem, you just had to make sure that he never found out my accidentally grabbing one or some such thing

It worked out pretty well actually, well, until he had the surgery

Yeah apparently there are downsides to giving your boyfriend sight!

Whowould’vethought!

Either way you weren’t used to the fact that you now had to be careful.

You hid the plushies in your closet, praying that he would never think to look there for anything

Sleeping now as a hassle, you kept a stuffed dog under the bed so when he finally closed his eyes you could cuddle the damn thing.

You got used to it eventually, though it was annoying and half the time you thought of telling him

Of course, like a moron you always backpedaled like CRAZY

Things were going well, that is until you got careless

You guys had gone on a vacation to a nice beach spot, and you were a mess making sure that V was going to have the best vacation of all time oh my goddddd!!

You had been so busy making sure he didn’t forget everything that you forgot some of your own stuff, like your stuffed dog

You didn’t realize it until it was nighttime and time to sleep

“Um, V, I left something at home…”

“What is it darling?”

Oh God you wanted to die.

“…Well, it’s, it’s this stuffed dog I have, I can’t sleep without at least one stuffed animal, and, well I forgot to bring one.” By this time, you were jacked up on panic-caused adrenaline, so you didn’t think about telling him more than the embarrassment.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that MC, I never saw you with one, if I’d known I would’ve brought one, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, I never told you, I thought you would’ve thought me too, too childish for you.” By now you were beginning to grasp the situation more, which unfortunately made things worse and worse.

You could feel hot tears sliding down your face, practically steaming with embarrassment, and the worse part was that Jihyun could now see it.

You were looking into your palms, so all you could hear was the rustle of fabric when suddenly you were lifted off the ground by a set of strong arms.

Opening your palms, you saw Jihyun gazing at you.

“Don’t cry my love. I don’t and will never think you’re too childish. You radiate sunlight and youth. I promise tomorrow I will get you something, but for now I will make one!”

Saywhat

Honestly Jihyun is too good for this world.

He ended up lumping a bunch of his shirts together and tying them with a bow

But to his surprised during the night instead of holding it you latched on tightly to his nightshirt

It was a very cuddly night tbh lol

Now you alternate between bear stuffed animal and human stuffed animal

V loves that you trust him that much

And you love him too!

Saeran

Let’s be honest Saeran is shit at noticing this

You’d practically have to slap him with a beanie before he’d noticed

You didn’t really bother to hide it, at least the fact that you had them

When he asked why you just shrugged.

“Because I like stuffed animals, since I was never allowed a real pet why not a cuddly soft one?”

TouchéMC

But though you didn’t mind him knowing you had them you did mind the fact that you slept with them

You two didn’t sleep in the same bed normally, you knew that there was too much and it would take a while before anything like that happened

Your beds were nevertheless in the same room (in case of nightmares, which went either way depending on the night) and you made sure that he never saw the three stuffed animals that you held tight every night

Unfortunately, fate didn’t like that idea

You were having a nightmare one night, one about blank-faced people experimenting on you, and in your panic, you’d thrown all the stuffed animals off the bed

Saeran had heard the rustling of sheets, as well as the small shrieks and whimpers, and had promptly shaken you awake

When you finally woke you’d promptly started crying, and he rocked you back and forth for a bit

“W-where are my stuffed animals,” was the first thing you whispered, a secret you’d kept, “I-I can’t fall asleep without them, I’-I’ll just see the walls again, the office, the cell, the drugs.” You began another fit of heaving sobs and Saeran’s heart tightened in his chest.

He reached over and picked them up off the floor, while still holding you (badass)

Giving them back to you, you held onto them for dear life, and Saeran felt his eyes grow hot and knew he was also going to cry.

“Oh MC, I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your hair as he rocked you back and forth

You just shook your head.

“Don’t be sorry, please, don’t feel bad. I, I love you too much.” You whispered back, causing a small sob to escape Saeran’s mouth.

The next day you guys didn’t say anything, but you knew something was different

And that night as you climbed into bed Saeran asked you something.

“Is it, is it okay if I sleep with you. Just for tonight.” He added on quickly.

You smiled a smile that lit up the Earth and nodded

It was an incredibly peaceful night

Vanderwood

They’re an overdramatic shit, so if you’d told them you knew there’d be a problem on your hands

So, you instead voted not to

It worked pretty well, at least for a little while

You guys didn’t really sleep at each-other’s houses that much anyway, and it was usually at your house, so you could easily sneak a plushies under the covers on your side

That is until thunderstorm mania set in

So many thunderstorms! Just one right after the other! You swore, you were going to die and stab mother nature!

So, yeah, you obviously weren’t going to sleep without at least a plushie

And Vanderwood knew you hated thunderstorms, so they opted to stay at your house for the night until Gaia got her shit together

SorryGaiadon’tkillmeplz

It was awesome that they cared about you in that way, but unfortunately that required you telling him

“Um, Vanderwood.”

“Yes MC?”

“I, should tell you. I can’t sleep without a stuffed animal, I, I just won’t sleep, I’m sorry, I hope you don’t think it’s weird, I hope you don’t mind.” Your heart was practically palpitating as you waited for his reaction

“That’s okay MC, whatever makes you happy and comfortable.”

You were shook

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

You hugged them so tightly they practically fell over

It was a touching moment

Okay, so I got three things out of this. One, I like writing Saeran too much; two I tend to torture him also lol, and three I write waaay too much lol. Sorry if I didn’t write that much Vanderwood. It’s late and I’m SUPER tired, but I really wanted to finish this HC. Hope you like and love you all!

Still so happy to be writing again eeeehhh!

Can you tell I was listening to emotional GoT music lol?

Requests are closed, the waiting line is 21 posts and I just can’t lol. Sorry, I will open them soon<3 <3 <3

[silluuuu]

★

TIME TO UNLOAD THE LOVE!!! sorry about the delay on this aer, i posted this meme and promptly fell asleep lol

anyway i am SO GLAD that i’ve gotten to know you better over the past couple of months, i love your writing and have always loved your arting and i accept the fact that you are probably going to drag me into all sorts of bnha ships and this is totally acceptable to me