#no this aint paperhat-

[caffeinehevsuit]

Dont you hate it when you dont know how to draw BH's fucking coat---

Explain how tf does my style make them look kinda adorable i swear to god i cant draw anything in a creepy way

I honestly drew this for a video on my channel so if you see it in a video on Youtube thats me--

[growingupheroic]

Do you like

Fandiction?

Would you want to

Read

Short stories about characters on this blog?

I didn't clear this with Mod Chow lol I'm a terrible person, BUT If ya want it I can totally write some short stories about...well...whoever! Whether it be about White Hat and Slugs situation or Flug with the baby or...idk some flashback scenes of when White Hat, Slug, and Clemencia were kids! School is really stressful right now and it's just the beginning QvQ" Writing is kinda helping me relax rn SO if ya want a story go ahead and ask for one because I will sure as hell try and supply.

((Chow might get in on this too but they are aWAY so I cannot ask. They are a far better writer than I am haha :"D))

[maiko-coy]

----- Title: Exhausted Day Pairing: Dr. Slug/White Hat; Paperhat AU: Heroic Summary: White Hat comes home after a long day at work. ----- A long muffled sigh left the scientist's mouth as he flopped onto the sofa, ignoring how it creeked and bounce under his dead weight. He's been working on a project lately. His blueprints of a ray sat neatly on the side of his chaotic desk. Notes and scribbles here and there, crumpled paper and burnt parts have been pushed aside or thrown somewhere in the lab. An uncomplete lava ray stood under the lamp yet untouched. As much as Slug wants to finish the damn thing and test it out on his boss---which is not a bad idea actually. But for now, he sat almost motionless on the sofa. Whitw Hat has been telling him to take breaks every hour but as usual, ignoring was the best thing to do at the moment. Now that White Hat is out and the two are probably getting themselves killed, he have the sofa all for himself. Slug blinked his eyes open, his eyebrows furrowing a bit. Since when did they close anyway. He turned his head, the paper bag crinkling. 2:45 AM. He let out another sigh, his eyelids lowering to close. Huh, this is probably the first tine he felt so tired. With no resistance, he yawned, letting the sleepiness take over for once...- [I]...Creak. Thud. Slug slowly opened his eyes, blinking a couple of times. His sight slowly became clearer, the only light in the room was the fire place. He glared at the offensive fire infront of the sofa. When did he start the fire? He could recall using the ceiling lights. He closed his eyes once more, scowling at the brightness. He turned his head, his paper bag mask brushed at something beside him. Its probably the couch pillow. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around the said pillow. It was warm. And soft. This is probably the best couch pillow he embraced. When did this pillow exist? Hes totally going to add this on his bed. He nuzzled onto the pillow, setting his chin ontop of it. It smells like cream and sweets...? He let out a soft confused noise, but froze when he felt two arms hug back. [IB] What the flying fuck? He snapped his eyes open, but was greeted with a white fedora...a white fucking fedora. He tensed, not daring to move a single limb as he heard the soft breathing of his boss. What the fuck, why is he here?? How the hell did he get in without Slug waking up? He's a light sleeper! He let out a mental curse as he felt White Hat cuddle closer, mumbling. Ook nope, fuck you boss, I aint having this shit. Slug slowly lifted an arm, lifting it over White Hat's back and grabbing his shoulder. With careful movements, he slowly pulled his boss off of his chest. His grip tightened when he heard White Hat grumble and held on but nope, fuck you. Slug snarled as he finally got White Hat off of his chest, leaning down and ready to yell at his face. But as soon as he got a full view of White Hat's face, he paused. He looked...exhausted. Scratch that, he looks like shit. White Hat's tall top hat was replaced with a small fedora--Slug still doesnt know what his forehead looks like--. His usual posture, which was up and straight, is now slightly slouched. There was creases under his eyes, it looks deep. His eyes were shut close, it even looks heavy on his point of view. Slug felt a pang of guilt on his chest. What the shit? Since when did he start feeling something? Was it because he used to disobey every rule from White Hat? Is it because he 'pranked' him all the time? Another pang was recieved. He growled lowly, untangling his limbs from White Hat but let out a huff as White Hat clung onto his warm body. He already considered to wake the living lights out of White Hat but... ...he looked so peaceful. With a frustrated sigh, Slug wrapped an arm around White Hat, his glare softened a bit as he heard White Hat let out a sigh of content. He'll let his boss go this time. Only one goddamn night. He glanced at the clock, unconsciously leaning his head ontop of White Hat's head. 4:25 AM, psh, as if the times going to tell him when to get up. He gave White Hat a last squeeze before closing his eyes. Here he hopes that neither Clememtia or 6.0.6. would stumble on them lile this. He's not going to hear the end of it tomorrow. ------ Hey guys, sorry if I didnt post stuff for a couple of days, exams are up and going. Heres a little Paperhat fic for ya as an apology! Hope you guys like it! Im so sorry if theres mistakes in there! My english suuucks-

[r0cky-em]

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