#i want to be held

[cherry-pop-elf]

Snuggle Company

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Can be read as platonic ((because platonic love is valid!))

Summary: Umbridge has been giving everyone nightmares. You especially, given she is well aware how close you are to the twins. Has you paranoid she will hurt you in your sleep. So, who better to keep you safe than the twins themselves?

Warnings: Anxiety, Umbridge, stress, sleepy snuggles, and it’s very short 😣 Going through ALOT right now. Pls forgive me

Here you were again. Standing just outside the dorm doors that belonged to the seventh year boys. A pair of boys would be in there that you needed. Needed badly, because you had yet another nightmare. A nightmare about her.

You worried they would be getting annoyed by this. By you waking them up again, just to climb into bed with them. Would it be better that you just straight up moved in there with them? Would the other students in their dorm be annoyed by your presence? This wasn’t your assigned bedroom after all.

You tried to power through those worrying thoughts, as you pushed the door open. You were too scared of Umbridge to give a care about what others thought. She hated you. Hated you because those twins liked you. You were the enemy by association.

You would tip toe across the room, and would hug yourself tighter. Just worried about being a burden, and a bother. Something she would often say you were. Just attacking your insecurities. She was good at that. She was good at making people hurt. Oh she was damn good at hurting people, and getting away with it.

Finally, you reached the familiar bed. Fred’s bed. Well, Fred and George’s bed. They never really out grew sharing a bed. George’s ended up being a make shift work shop table for their inventions. You found it utterly adorable how they would hold each other. They had a special bond. Magic tended to play a heavy role in that, but you still found it sweet. How that no matter how old they get they would still make sure to be there for each other. No matter what. Was comforting to see that guys don’t always worry about masculinity.

“Psst….Guys-“ You gently shook George’s shoulder, as you tried to wake them up. Didn’t want to wake the other students up, but you also didn’t want to just climb into bed either. Could startle them. Or worse. They didn’t want you to, and you invaded their personal bubble. Consent is important after all.

“Hm-?” George would rub at his eyes, while Fred yawned. They were annoyed as hell, until they saw it was you who bothered them. George gave a comforting smile, before scooting away from his twin. Fred, in turn, lifted the blanket up. You gave a sigh in relief, before climbing between them. Snuggled safely between them both.

“Thanks.” You whispered, as they would wrap their arms around you. A tangled of limbs, just like that. Was so warm. So warm, and safe. No one could get to you now. Safe between a pair of tricksters. Just like that. The smell of fire crackers, and cinnamon. That was such a comforting scent to you. Baked goods, and fire.

“No pink toads will get you-“ “Not on our watch.” The twins would tease you, as they gave you a tight squeeze. A reminder that they weren’t going anywhere. Not without you, at the very least. That had you smile, and feel a weight lift off your body. Safe. Safe again.

“We’ve got plans for her. Don’t worry.” George would reassure you, as he would nuzzle into the back of your neck. Enjoying the warmth you gave him, as his arm reached over to keep physical touch with Fred. The two most important people he has, right in his arms.

“And it’s going to be utterly spectacular. Just you wait and see.” Fred would echo, as he rested his head on yours. Forcing your nose into his neck, as his arm did the same thing. Keeping George close, as you were all safely hidden under the blanket.

“Promise.” They would share, as you were already drifting to sleep. Safe in their strong arms, and knowing you’ll be safe by morning all the same. No scary toads to haunt your dreams. Just a pair of pranksters to defend you. No matter what.

Safe snuggles. What a dream come true.

[olive-fics]

Midnight Love ⋆｡˚𖦹

SFW-Smoking-Drinking-Cuddling-Fluff-Abby x Fem Reader-Not Proof Read. IB- Midnight Love; Girl in Red.

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You found yourself grappling with the aftermath of your recent breakup with Ellie, unable to shake thoughts of her that persistently invaded your mind. The absence of her familiar cucumber soap, the memory of her freckled face and body, her muscular arms, the touch of her calloused hands, and the yearning for the comforting warmth of her nightly cuddles.

You tried getting on dating apps, hoping to find solace or some form of consolation after her but nothing sat right with you, It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You promised to do nothing stupid, balancing school and a steady job was hard enough, adding a relationship would only make it more trouble.. That was until you sent a drunken text to an old situationship; Abby Anderson.

"abby.."

"Yes love?"

"I hope you're doing okay I was just thinking about us and how things ended. Maybe I messed up, I don't know. I Miss our talks and your laugh. Sorry if this is out of the blue. Just wanted you to know... you're still on my mind.."

"ur drunk aren't u?"

"Okay, maybe a little bit, that doesn't change that I've been thinking about you, sober or not."

"Y/N, I'll be there in a bit. Let's talk about this in person, okay?

You were fully aware that you had made a mistake texting her, but in that moment, you couldn't find it in yourself to care too much about the details. The overwhelming need for someone, for something, to be there for you right now. The wait for Abby felt excruciatingly long. You found yourself perched on the edge of your bed, clutching a Marlboro cigarette—an unusual habit for you, but you had your reasons. This time, it was different. it smelled like Ellie.

Inhaling deeply, you took a final drag from the cigarette, savoring the moment before extinguishing it in the nearby ashtray on your night stand. Letting out a low groan, you shifted onto your side, plucking at a loose string on your pillowcase in a feeble attempt to pass the seemingly endless stretch of time.

Knock knock

"Door's open," you lazily texted Abby from your sprawled position on the bed.

Abby entered moments later, a bag from the local Walgreens in her hand.

"Brought you some hangover essentials for tomorrow... and snacks," she said, offering a small smile as she placed the bag on the nearby table.

A groggy smile tugged at your lips, and a low whine escaped your throat. You reached out with needy hands, wearing a frown that pleaded,

"Please, just cuddle me."

With that, you felt a dip in the bed as Abby laid down next to you. Her muscular arms wrapping around you, her head resting on the top of yours. Your nose in the crook of her neck, you inhaled the comforting scent of her sweet pine soap.

"Missed you Abs." you whispered, a familiar nickname rolling off your tongue.

"Missed you too, Babygirl. I'm here now," Abby replied, her voice a comforting whisper.

"Please stay here tonight...'need you," you whispered, your voice laced with vulnerability.

"That's the plan, my love. Try to get some rest, I'll be right here," Abby reassured to you as your eyes slowly closed..

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁๋࣭ ⭑

Guys the way I need Abby to hold me is crazy ohmygod.

Reposts appreciated ☆

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

There are literally no words to describe how I want to lay down in the softest bed imaginable with my head on Price’s chest listening to his heartbeat while he plays with my hair and while I caress his skin so we both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[thaparasite]

I have finally gone through the anual General Knoledge Magic Exam and am throughly EXAUSTED

My mana? GONE WITH MY WILL TO STAND.

My dignity? EQUALLY VANISHED.

My needyness? Always persistent.

it would be a shame if a big strong hairy (and not affiliated with any illegal magic gangs) wizard came to confort me in my tower where im all alone and very sweaty because MY CURSED FAN HAS STOPPED WORKING

+ photo of me at the pixie pond

[zevlors-tail]

Zevlor subconsciously wrapping his tail around Tav's waist while they're doing mundane things or just spending time together. Like he just loves Tav so much that he always wants to be touching part of them.

[sillygoose0-0]

I'm just a silly little queer who will fall sleep clung to and curled up with anyone who will play with her hair or scratch her scalp gently.

Now, if someone has a nice scratchy nails and time on their hands.... I'm just saying my schedule is wide open

[heartburiedingreece]

b o o b i e s

[emk4444]

(this progress post won't be as in-depth as I wanted to present it, as it still won't let me upload the blog I worked on for whatever godforsaken reason:'( it is what it is)

I've gotten around Once-ler's fedora, a step in was almost dreading because I've only tailored miniature clothing before.

Before going on a rampage, I made a miniature prototype to test the waters. It's ugly as hell but that's expected

Yes, the inner structure is made of paper AND I sew on through it. I have my ways 🙃

The amount of reference pictures I gathered for this one step is unmatched. The shape of his hat is weird to understand, let alone replicate. For a first attempt, I can't say I'm too unsatisfied:

Of course, I'll need to fix that ugly brim of cloth that still sticks out, but I digress.

Oh well 🤭

Here's the goofy little side-by-side comparison:

I honestly couldn't care less about how crusty his skin looks, blame illumination for leaving me the task to produce a physically holdable figure of the hipster Once-ler (though I should almost be grateful that they didn't capitalise off this fellow. Quite a delightful irony)

Regardless, I adore him to the moon and back and to the moon and back and to the moon and back and to the moon and back-

Also yes I did erase his mum from the reference picture. She doesn't deserve the title of a (positively influencing and supportive) mother...

[lucyvaleheart]

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[lovecorevid]

i want to experience love and desire and being desired so bad

[zardinthebrokenatlas]

HELP

I DONT KNOW WHATS HAPPENING TO ME BUT I KEEP DRAWING

[workinprogress14]

tw: fertility

This is something really personal, and I’ve chosen to keep this very private with people that know me in real life, but I need a safe place to share this.

I had a miscarriage three weeks ago.

The pregnancy wasn’t planned, but the loss has been so hard to cope with. Some days I hold it together okay. Some days I’m a weeping, falling apart mess. Also my libido has been so incredibly low since the miscarriage and I honestly just don’t feel like myself sexually right now.

I have a ton of DMs I haven’t responded to cause I just haven’t had the strength, so if I haven’t responded, I’m sorry. I’m not ignoring you. I don’t know when I’ll be back to normal, but that’s what’s been going on in my life.

[wishmemel]

no big deal but i have exams in a month and i skipped two chemistry tests and now i have to make up for them in 4 weeks somehow while also keeping up with my other classes and i have 2 tests next week too and i know this is completely my fault but in my defense your honour … i have nothing to say

[theterrornaut]

EVEN MORE GOD-FORSAKEN DARKTIDE DOODLES!

[meownotgood]

I want to be hugged by aki

[hasellia]

I don't think physical intimacy would fix whatever the hell is wrong with me... butt...