#sleepover event!

[zipsunz]

a comic i did for sunny's birthday ☀️ 🎨

(art by me, script by @sunkitty143!)

[haeoflii]

"Your smile rivals the Sun itself."

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY @oya-oya-okay !!🎉🥳

I was so worried I wouldn't be able to finish it before the deadline because my phone suddenly started to break down on me 😓😭

Also a little Hagi and Jade appearance:

[tom-whore-dleston]

Build-a-Bob Workshop

In honor of reaching 1.5k+ followers, I would like to introduce to y'all my very own Build-a-Bob Workshop! Instead of building your own stuffed animals to take home for play and cuddles, you will be building fics for me to write for our very beloved, Robert "Bob" Reynolds. Just like a Build-a-Bear, there are specific rules and steps to follow to ensure a lot of love and care go into these stories. Click the read more button to read the Build-a-Bob Workshop manual:

🧸 To ensure the safety of all attendees, the Build-a-Bob Workshop is open to active 18+ users only! If you are a minor, blank blog, or ageless blog, you will be exempt from entering the Workshop (in short, consider yourself blocked). The CEO of the Workshop (me) will be checking all blogs for age in the bio and any form of activity on the blog.

🧸 In addition, anon will be turned off to further ensure the first rule is followed.

🧸 Attendees are not required to be following the CEO of Build-a-Bob Workshop, although any kind of support is much appreciated. This is meant to be a space for all Bob fans alike!

🧸 This is a limited time pop-up event. The Workshop opens to the public on Friday, May 16, and shop will close on Friday, May 23. Please note that this is the official timeframe to send requests.

🧸 The Build-a-Bob CEO prioritizes putting lots of love and care into these creations over the timeliness of releasing them. With that said, please be patient with your requests. Also note that the Workshop reserves the right to deny requests at any time.

🧸 The Build-a-Bob Workshop has a zero tolerance policy on:

non-con, smut with minors, pregnancy/baby/child fics, a/b/o, incest, step-cest, foot fetish

Steps with a * are required for submitting requests. The other steps are optional, however, it makes the creative process more fun when you participate in the other steps.

🧸 *Choose Me: Pick your pairing of choice - Bob, Sentry, and/or Void x fem/gn reader

Add a friend or make it a bundle: Bob Floyd, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Ava Starr

🧸 Hear Me: You may add sound chips to personalize your fic - Choose a song from this playlist to base the fic on

🧸 *Stuff Me: CEO of Build-A-Bob helps you stuff their chosen muse with stuffing, and often adds a special heart to represent love and wishes - Please indicate the genre you would like for your fic: smut, fluff, angst, dark (to extent)

🧸 Dress Me: Turn up the fun with outfits and extras!

Clothes - AUs Shoes - Tropes Accessories - One Liners

🧸 Hug Me: While waiting for your very own Bob fic, send your happy thoughts and warm hugs to our beloved Bob (because he deserves only the best) 🥰

🧸 Name Me: Once your request is complete, CEO of Build-a-Bob will reply to your ask with a link to your requested fic.

🧸 Take Me Home: Click the on the link in your ask to read your fic and enjoy!

Choose Me: Bob x f. reader x Bucky Barnes

Stuff Me: smut

Dress Me:

clothes - roommates AU

shoes - sharing a bed

accessories - “You’re still holding back, just let go.”

All requests must be sent here! I will not respond to DMs, comments on posts, or post submissions. Be as creative and detailed as you please! 😋

@blackbat05 @jobean12-blog @goldylions @navybrat817 @mrs-elsie-barnes @stargazingcarol @wintersoldierdarling @crazyunsexycool @buckets-and-trees @give-me-a-moose @hollandparkersx I may be missing some friends so I apologize in advance if I missed you 😭

[darsynia]

Steve and Avenger!Reader going to a Christmas Market please! 🥰 Can be any sort of relationship but wouldn't mind a Christmas Market proposal...

Thank you so much, this is perfect for both @buck-star's fluffy winter event (Christmas Market) and Day 1 of @the-slumberparty's December Daze: (let me dust the snow off your coat/hat/shoulder)

Words/Warnings: 2,315 / tooth-rotting fluff

MCU MASTERLIST | STEVE ROGERS | BUCKY BARNES

Don’t Mind If I Do

“Even North Carolina is freezing cold this morning, I checked. Trust me, this will be worth it.”

You frown in your perfect blanket cocoon. “All right, I’ll be out front by 8. And I’m cranking the heat in my rooms to 74 while I do it, just so I’ll be in a nicer mood for you!”

“You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”

With that, the two of you hang up, and you tap the + icon multiple times in the app that controls the heating in your suite. The Avengers Compound isn’t much to look at from the outside, but they make up for that in amenities. The only catch is, the suites are much too small to share with anyone. Despite your year-long committed relationship, you and Steve haven’t been able to truly ‘sleep over’ or spend couples time comfortably while stationed here. His rental apartment in NYC is lovely, and you’ve spent time together there, but both of you tend to be work-oriented. You’ve made do with what you have, even when that means sometimes cramming into Steve’s twin sized, extra-long bed here at the Compound.

Besides, you remind yourself as you rush through your morning routine, Steve Rogers isn’t the ‘shack up’ type, so it’s not like you’d be sharing an apartment if one were available. Still, it feels wrong to wake up without his warm, strong body next to yours on a cold day like this.

Steve had told you to dress for being outside, so after pulling on a thick pair of socks and lacing up your hiking boots, you don a knitted hat and shrug on a winter coat over your sweater. You meet up with Steve in the atrium of the building, feeling that familiar flush when he turns and lights up to see you.

“Oh perfect, you look nice and warm,” Steve says, quickly adding, “--and beautiful too. Very.”

He always leads with the truth, but as a boyfriend, he’s made you feel lovely enough for a superhero, leading to this in-joke of adding that compliment as an afterthought. You know him enough now to recognize when he thinks the second part first, and the face he’d made after turning around tells you this is one of those days.

“Are any of those pre-requisites for your secret Saturday morning outing?”

“Two of those are permanent, but yes, being warm will help,” he says, holding out a bare hand for you to take.

Inwardly grinning, you start to slip off your own glove, then pause. “Exactly how cold is it in North Carolina versus here? Do I need to grab a scarf?” Before working with the Avengers, you’d been stationed at Fort Liberty, so the climate difference between that and upstate New York had taken a little getting used to.

Steve takes your glove, tucks it into your pocket (being sure to crowd close enough to blatantly smell your hair), and then takes your bare hand in his bare hand to walk out into the brisk December air. It’s cold.

“At least ten degrees warmer than this, but I’d be happy to offer my arm as a scarf,” he says, squeezing your hand as you wend your way through the parked cars.

“You’re ten times better looking than all of my scarves, so I think I win!”

The drive is cozy with the heat on and an oldies Christmas station crooning the classics. After almost a half hour of light conversation and heavy exchanged glances, Steve pulls into a charming neighborhood decked to the rafters with holiday cheer. You peer out the windows, trying to figure out the plan. Are there sleigh-hay rides? An ice skating rink? Maybe a holiday quilt show set up in an 18th century church somewhere? You’re so caught up by the possibilities that you miss the instructions Steve gets from a woman wearing a high-vis jacket and Santa hat until the car parks, and he turns it off.

There’s something almost ceremonial about the way your boyfriend pats each of his warm trenchcoat’s pockets to find his gloves before pulling them on and flexing his hands. It’s captivating, not dissimilar to the way he girds himself for battle (whether physically or morally, you’ve noticed).

“You see my hat anywhere?” he asks, finally turning to look at you.

“Crap. I might have sat on it,” you realize.

Steve grins. “Well, it’ll be warm.”

You both get out of the car, and Steve dons his pre-warmed hat before gesturing toward the city center a few blocks away. “Christmas market.”

If your life was a film, that’s where either the Hallelujah Chorus or a full-on tire screech would have happened, but as it is, you fall sideways into him and catch yourself on his lapel, looking up at him with wide, delighted eyes.

“You promise? Oh God, that was way too Hallmark of me, I’m sorry-- but… you promise?” you ask, going through three vastly different facial expressions in the process.

“I promise,” Steve says, taking your hand in his, then lifting both to kiss the back of yours.

Christmas markets had been a staple of your childhood, and your family used to travel pretty far afield to see new and favorite ones. As your family’s circumstances had changed, those trips had dwindled, and by the time you were out of high school, they were a treasured memory of a no-longer-possible past. The years since then have mostly involved you throwing yourself into your work, becoming the kind of person soldiers and civilians alike can trust and rely on. If you’re honest, your time with the Avengers has been more fulfilling than even those precious school years of summer beaches, birthday parties, and chilly strolls through magical small-town holiday displays.

Part of that is Steve, a genuine hero and painfully good man who somehow seems to love you almost as much as you love him. Since the first moment you met he’s held out his hand for you in support. He’s a teammate, a challenger, a role model, and honestly? A partner. 

“Snow! Look at that!” You can hear the smile in his voice. Light, gentle flurries have started to drift down just as you visit the first festive stall. It’s perfect timing, since some of the crafts on display are delicate handmade snowflake ornaments. “If you’ve got an ‘in’ with the weather, sir, I’d love to learn your secrets,” Steve jokes with the owner. 

“It snows for you, to make perfect day for you and your wife!” the elderly man says with a beatific expression. “Please, you must take one for your tree at home.”

The two of you have two separate small trees, a result made necessary by the size of your living spaces at the Compound. You can see Steve tense up, clearly uncomfortable with the hinted, benign falsehood.

“Oh, but I must have both of these, too! How much?” you rush to say, pulling out your wallet and holding them up next to the one the owner pressed into Steve’s hand. It feels like your responsibility to meet the men in the middle.

“This is so we can see them from all angles, you understand,” Steve says.

“Of course!” the man says, a secretive smile playing on his lips. “Three is a good number, and I wish you a successful day!”

Steve’s cheeks have a distinct pinkish tinge to them for the next set of booths, but you avoid teasing him about it. This is not the first time someone’s misidentified the two of you as married, and you’ve always tread very carefully during those moments. Have you dreamed about marrying Steve Rogers? God, yes. You’d never say anything though. Proposing to Captain America is almost a national sport, something you’ve witnessed firsthand. Heck, you wouldn’t be surprised if he rejected you out of habit if you tried proposing.

It does look like you’ll both get to dodge your more famous secondary identities today. A lot of that is thanks to Tony’s fleet of look-alike cars, his insane security for the whole campus, and the way Steve can somehow dress and look like a regular, if burly country guy. However it’s happened, you’re incredibly grateful that your relationship has skated under the press radar. You suspect that Steve’s ‘couple behavior’ this morning is a result of happiness, holiday cheer, and perceived anonymity (you like the scruff he’s sported these past weeks, but… come to think of it, you wonder if he grew it just for that extra layer of obfuscation. Cap doesn’t quite pull National Icon status with hints of a beard, after all).

After forty minutes of happily wandering from booth to booth and window display to window display, the two of you decide to partake in the reason why everyone’s there so early in the morning: Christmas pastry from one of the best bakeries in central New York.

The town has set up a charming eating area just off the central square in a church parking lot. There are evergreen trees lining one side, each decorated in a different (sometimes chaotic) style and heavily festooned with lights. The picnic tables are all red and green, and hanging from a few of the arching lightposts is a bundle of familiar-looking plant-life. Steve sends you to snag a seat ahead of him while he waits in line, and when he comes back, he’s got twice as many goodies as you expected, all piled up on one plate.

“They all have a label on them saying ‘Mistle-hug,’” he says, standing at the end of the table. “I have two plates’ worth here, but they were much more stable like this.”

“How are we going to eat all this?” you ask, delighted nonetheless. You take the plate and carefully liberate the second stacked plate so you can distribute the bounty evenly, but Steve doesn’t hasn’t sat down yet. “If you don’t come pick out what you want, I’m going to get greedy!” you lie in a singsong voice. All he does in response is say your name softly.

“What are you--” you ask as you straighten up and look over at him. He’s standing at almost battle stance, frozen still with one hand tucked into the inside of his jacket. You immediately see the beautiful pattern the snow’s made on his shoulder, and pop to your feet with your phone.

“Wait, that’s not--” Steve says in a bewildered voice, his brows adorably furrowed even when you show him the picture.

“Here,” you say impudently, reaching up to kiss at his shoulder and thus melt the ‘offending’ snowflake art so he can feel free to sit down. “All perfect now.”

“You’re completely right,” Steve says. There’s something odd in the tenor of his voice-- and then suddenly he’s on one knee in front of you, pulling that hand out of his coat pocket with a recognizably-sized box.

You’ve got tears in your eyes, flowers blooming in your heart, and powdered sugar on your hands, which is why you’d chosen to kiss the snow off instead of brush it, but then Steve starts to speak.

“I was going to do this by the big tree, but then it hit me-- I spent years locked in ice, and it was all because I was waiting for you to come kiss all the cold away. You’re everything I didn’t and couldn’t know I needed-- a warm smile, a fighting heart, a clever mind, and more than that, you make me feel smarter, stronger, and happier when I’m with you. Will you marry me?”

You can barely get the word ‘YES!’ out past the lump in your throat, but you’d started nodding as soon as he opened his mouth. Steve tugs the ring out of the box and slides it perfectly onto your finger before surging upwards, pulling you into a twirling, joyful hug that dances the two of you a good few feet away from your table.

“Look, they’re under the Mistle-hug!” some voice calls out, and Steve’s --your future husband’s-- chest starts shaking with laughter. He sets you down and you both look up. A mere centimeter above his head spins one of the fake mistletoe pieces, its label dislodged by your antics. A ‘Hug! Hug! Hug!’ chant starts from the growing crowd of onlookers, and you nod up at Steve, your heart in your eyes.

“Don’t mind if I do!” he quips, engulfing you in a bear hug that leaves your newly-adorned left hand once again resting right on his chest. At the very edges of the roaring in your ears you hear a few people correctly guess who the two of you are, but you’re too delighted to mind.

A half hour later, when most of the well-wishers are finished offering their advice, encouragements, and pieces of paper for Steve to autograph, you notice that you’d left a powdered sugar outline on his coat.

“Oops, sorry about that,” you tell Steve, nodding at the handprint and grabbing a wreath-adorned paper napkin to dip it in your cider to wash it off.

“Leave it,” he says, stopping you with a possessive little thumb swipe across the ring he’d placed on your finger. “Feels like it belongs there, just like you, sweetheart.”

You want to tell him all the ways you love him, all the things he’s made better in your life, all the demons he’s conquered for you simply by being Steve Rogers, but you’re speechless. All at once, the perfect tension-breaker hits you, and you can’t help but laugh.

“What is it?” Steve asks in a wary, amused tone. It’s another sign of how well you know each other.

“Can we try to convince Tony that I get to take the name Mrs. America?"

As it turns out, that’s exactly what most of the next day’s news articles call you.

[pupkashi]

hey jess my sunshine, may i request this prompt w kento, please 🥺 “do you think we’d still be a couple in an alternate universe?” “go to bed.” “what if we already got married and have five kids.” “go to bed.”  also i'm tucking you in and kissing ur forehead!💛

hi julie my beloved forest fairy !! <3 i hope you enjoy this sweet little piece :3

join the sleepover!

“coffee doesn’t even affect me anymore ken, plus I’m dying to eat this sweet bread i bought at the bakery” you had pouted at your lover, watching as his disapproving face turned softer from your words.

“fine, but don’t make it as strong as you usually do!” he had warned, you were too giddy to care, making as you usually did and running back to the living room, placing it on the coffee table and flicking on the tv.

it’s two hours later, and kento can’t keep his eyes open for another second. meanwhile you’re wide eyed and gasping at the drama unfolding on the screen in front of you.

“can you believe she’s blaming him! he’s been nothing but perfect and- babe?” you cut yourself off, looking at the man who is now fast asleep next to you. there’s a small smile on your face, pausing the tv before gently shaking him. “ken? wake up let’s go to bed, your neck is gonna hurt like this” you whisper, watching as he slowly comes to, blushing a bit as he nods.

the two of you get ready for bed fairly quickly, slipping under the warm blanket and immediately gravitating into each others arms. nanami is quick to close his eyes, already being welcomed back into the sweet abyss of his dreams-

“do you think we’d still be a couple in an alternate universe?” you whisper, breath tickling his neck and causing the welcoming arms of sleep to move further and further away.

“maybe, go to sleep” he mumbles, adjusting himself a bit so that he isn’t mumbling against the top of your hair.

“maybe? you don’t think we’re destined to date in every life?” you question, teasing him a bit and propping yourself up on your elbow.

nanami knows what you’re doing, and he’s blaming the late night caffeine for it. “we absolutely are fated in our every live, my love” he says, eyes opening a bit, “now go to sleep,” his voice is a bit raspy as he nuzzled his face into the pillow below him.

“what if in one of those lives we’re already married and have five kids” you ask not even a minute later, staring at your blonde boyfriend, curious it’s in your eyes and a small smile on your face. “do you think we have a small wedding? what’s the girl to boy ratio?”

“my love-” he begins, opening his eyes and sitting up a bit more to face you better.

“i bet you spoil any girl we have rotten, and you probably bake pastries for them on Sunday mornings” you giggle, already getting carried away as you think of the version of you two in some other universe.

“darling go to sleep” he groans, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest, squeezing you tightly and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “never letting you drink coffee after 10 ever again” he mumbles, already closing his eyes.

“g’night lover” you whisper, finally closing your eyes and your thoughts stilling for a moment. the only sound in your bedroom is nanami’s even breathing.

“would you still love me if i was a worm?” you whisper, a smile breaking onto your face when you hear kento groan at your question.

[elixirfromthestars]

Hello my lovelies!! 🩷 I've been meaning to host a sleepover since many milestones ago, but as I hit 800 followers recently, what's a more perfect time than now? ♡♡♡

This is my first time ever hosting a sleepover, and I am super excited! I will be accepting sleepover asks from now until the end of the day of the 16th of February. I’ll start answering asks starting the morning of the 14th — Valentine’s Day 💘✨ and spend all weekend answering asks and hanging out with everyone in my little sweetheart soirée sleepover. ♡♡♡

beautiful divider by @cafekitsune

⋆｡‧˚ʚ For Everyone ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Wine & Dine ⟢ Send me a 🍷 to chit chat and ask me anything you'd like to know regarding my writing, any of my existing fics, and/or any of my wips.

Gossip Circle ⟢ Send me a 💋 along with any headcannons you’d like to ask me to elaborate on! It can be for any of my existing fics, my AU’s, or general headcannons about characters I write for.

The Sweetheart's Book Club ⟢ Send me a 💘 along with one of your fics or someone else's fic you'd like to share with me and others!! Tell us all about it, what you thought about it, what you loved most, anything and everything you'd like to share so we can add these fics to our reading lists! ♡♡♡

Game of Hearts ⟢ Send me a 🎀 along with one of the following games: This or That || Never Have I Ever || FMK || Would You Rather?

Movie Night ⟢ What is a sleepover without a movie marathon? That is why I am hosting a cinema-themed writing challenge that you can find here: 🍫🌹💌💋❤️🧸

Dance the Night Away ⟢ Send me a 🎧 along with a song you'd like to add to our sweetheart soirée playlist! This is a sleepover with all my lovelies, so what songs should we add to our rotation? (If you'd like an idea on the vibe, think of what song you would play at like a Galentine's party.) I will compile them into a playlist that you can find here: 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋♬⋆.˚𝄢ᡣ𐭩

Date Night ⟢ Send me a 🏹 and I will set you up on a date with a character of your choosing! I want to practice making moodboards, so here's how this little matchmaking game will go: Think of what character you'd like to be paired up with. Next, spin this wheel to determine the kind of date you'll be going on. In the ask, let me know what character you have chosen, and what date the wheel has chosen for you and I will make you a moodboard with a little description on how the date went! If you'd like to keep the date a surprise, you can always let me know to spin the wheel for you! ♡♡♡

Full details for headcannons + moodboards can be found below!

⋆｡‧˚ʚ For My Mutuals Only ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Be My Valentine ⟢ If you send me a 💌, that means that on Valentine's Day, you will receive a cheesy/cute Valentine's card from me in your inbox along with a handwritten note. ♡♡♡

Playing Cupid ⟢ Send me a 🌹 and I will cast you in one of my existing fics or one of my wips! Let me know what character or characters you’d want to be paired up with, and then I will cast you in one of my daydreams ♡♡♡

Some Guidelines:

There is no limit to how many asks you can send. It’s a sleepover, so please have fun and send as many asks as you'd like!! ♡♡♡

Characters I write for: bucky barnes, steve rogers, matt murdock, peter parker, logan howlett, jake seresin, & tyler owens.

For headcannons, please stick to the characters I write for! Headcannon asks can be 18+, but I do not write dark stuff, so keep that in mind when sending asks!

For moodboards, you can ask for any marvel character, any fictional sebastian stan or chris evans character, any Top Gun Maverick character, and any character from Twisters 2024. You can also add in more details for some of them if you'd like. For example, one of the dates is a sports game date. If you have a sport in mind you can let me know, if not I will pick it! Other dates also have little details you can add in, so you are free to let me know! 🫶🏼

tagging some lovely mutuals in case they want to come to my sleepover: @elvenrin @flowersforbucky @buck-star @marvelstoriesepic @humanwip @thevillainswhore @whatever-lmaoo @nickfowlerrr @neverthatsirius-jo @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @mercurial-chuckles @navybrat817 @stellar-solar-flare @lomlbuckybarnes @perdidosbucky-yyo @barnesafterglow @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane @vintagebuckybarnes @mostly-marvel-musings @fvckingavengers @writing-for-marvel @nekoannie-chan @nameless-ken @malum-forev @missraion @sweetiebarnes @nicoline1998enilocin @drabblesandsnippets @amathslutsguidetofandom @multiversefanfics

[ronearoundblindly]

Lexi's 2-4-6-8 Sleepover Celebration!

It's EVENT TIME, dearies! A chance for me to give this another try, I've built something special (but also simple) just for you. There's very few rules and limitations, sky's the limit on prompts and quotes, the full gamut of genres and lengths, and the only requirement is fun.

Is 2,468 a random number? Kinda, but it goes along with a cheer that asks a very important question: who do we appreciate?!

Let's show 'em together, shall we...

**I will answer these asks in whatever way I want UNLESS YOU SPECIFY wanting fluff-only, smut-only, etc, so please do not hesitate to include those preferences!**

2

Either/Or

Make me choose between two blorbos for any reason. Could be like a Who Would idea, or a 'which one would say this' quote, or a whole AU scenario. It'll be tough, but I'm ready!

4

3+1!

Give me a 'three times they didn't and one time they did' prompt in an ask. These could include '3x they did and 1x they didn't' too btw.

6

June--also my birthday month!

While June might be different for folks in different hemispheres, let's play with the solstices, yeah? Give me a 'long daylight' or 'long nighttime' scenario/activity 😉 to match with a blorbo. If you give me the blorbo, I'll match them with the scenario/activity. Be sure to mention day or night...because I'll choose if you don't 😏!

8

Or--if you tilt your head--infinity

Send me a blorbo and an AU or scenario you could read a thousand times over and never get sick of. Sucker for coffee shops? Do it. Have a deep-seated need for hurt/comfort? Let's dance. Want them to have a sweet (or spicy) kissssss?? You know I'm down, gang.

There are some themes I do not usually write for, but I'm making it my mission for this event to stretch my creativity and try. It's going to be so exciting. We shall explore together...which brings me to...

20*

This one's the most fun but a little out there. 2+4+6+8=20, so how about you write me a blurb showing your love for a blorbo in twenty minutes flat (or more because who's gonna know)! Stream-of-consciousness or narrative-style, whatever strikes your fancy. Focus on just them or their interactions with a reader, enjoy it all! Just please tag # Lexi's 2-4-6-8 Sleepover and @ronearoundblindly so I may see and share it easily. 💜

The sleepover will last from

Saturday, May 31st to Monday, June 2nd

(with wiggle room to finish and post my responses until the end of the week—just for safety). Your 20-minute blurbs are welcome until the end of June!

[solar-sunnyside-up]

I kinda wanna have a “draw with chalk on the sidewalks” event. Can I just. Say “let’s do this for a whole week to give people time to draw at their own pace” on a piece of paper and just post it up at the library? Or should I talk to someone at the library and they’ll be able to help me make this an event?

Librarians are your friends!! Feel free to ask!

They will at least be excited and get word of mouth out and be able to help.

[cozage]

Hey Coza & happy birthday week again!!

Can I tempt you to write a bedtime story where you are cuddling Bepo in a winter island (for warmth purposes only) yet Law is painfully jealous?

TIA 🤍

Gahhh this was so cute!!

Characters: Law x gn reader

Word count: 480

Winter Island Blues

Law tried to ignore you. He knew it shouldn’t be getting to him. He knew it wasn’t like that. He really did. But his eyes couldn’t help lingering over your frame, curled up against Bepo’s soft fur. He wanted to be the one you would seek out for warmth. But you had chosen Bepo instead. 

He couldn’t blame you. There’s only so much warmth another human being could give, and it was painfully frigid today. Him and the others were used to this, being from the North Blue. But you weren’t accustomed to this level of cold. The extra layer of clothing and several blankets wasn’t even enough to keep the chill off. But Bepo seemed to be keeping you warm now. 

He was glad that you were comfortable enough to sleep. But still, Law couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to curl up with you, both lost under ten quilts trying to keep warm. He wanted to be next to you, both of you entangled together, desperate for warmth that only the other could offer. 

He saw you stir, and his eyes quickly darted away from you and Bepo in fear of being caught. 

“Sorry Bepo,” you said, sleep still laced in your voice. “I didn’t mean to doze off.”

“That’s okay!” Bepo grinned at you. “I don’t mind at all.”

You groaned, rolling away from him. You could feel your clothing damp with sweat. The bear must’ve been hotter than you expected.  “You’re so warm.”

You were still tired, but now you were too hot to continue sleeping with Bepo. You peeled off your outer layer of clothes and looked around. Your eyes quickly found Law, who was trying his best to study. But he appeared relatively disinterested in whatever he was reading about, and you could see his eyes were droopy from the lack of sleep his body had endured in the cold. It seemed the bitter cold wasn’t just affecting you.

You walked over to him and sat on his lap, curling closely into his chest. You knew you were interrupting his work, but you didn’t care. He wasn’t being very productive in the moment anyway.

“Can we go to bed?” you murmured against him. 

“You looked pretty comfortable with Bepo.” There was a sort of clip to his voice that implied something, but you were too tired to dissect it. 

“Too hot,” you said simply. 

“Too hot?”

You hummed in agreement. “Like that nursery rhyme. Alone is too cold. Bepo is too hot. But you’re just right.” 

You could feel him relax into your touch as you snuggled into him further. His arms wrapped against you and he lifted you up, carrying you back to your room. You were asleep before you made it, but it was the best sleep the both of you had gotten in days.

[the-slumberparty]

Give a blog a flower:

🌹Rose🌹: send a compliment

❃Lily❃: ask a question about a WIP

🌻Sunflower🌻: tell someone why the inspire you

ꕥLilacꕥ: tell someone how their art/writing affected you

⚘Orchid⚘: tell someone your favourite work by them and why

🌷Tulip🌷: tag five people who make your dashboard brighter

❀Violet❀: tell someone what makes them unique (does a specific character remind you of them? trope? aesthetic?)

🌸Carnation🌸: send an ask about why you followed them

💮Peony💮: ask would you rather

❁Dahlia❁: ask about their day

🌺Azalea🌺: send a headcanon about them and the character you associate them with

🌼Daisy🌼: ask a random question

🏵️Marigold🏵️: reblog their art/fic and leave some feedback

🌿Snapdragon🌿: rec five blogs and your fave stories by them

✤Lavender✤: tell them one song that reminds you of them

💐Send a whole bouquet!💐Write a surprise drabble or create a moodboard for them.

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

SWIFTIE SLEEPOVER SATURDAY

DAY 9, April 5th, 2025

Welcome, welcome to the ninth weekend of Swiftie Sleepover Saturday!

Hello all! My name is Jen, and I've been a Swiftie since 2008. I wanted to organize a fun, weekly sleepover event where we can have fun discussions, analyze lyrics, post beautiful edits, take polls, and connect with each other in so many other ways through our love of Taylor and her works of art! Each week will have a new theme or discussion prompt, please post all contributions with:

#Swiftie Sleepover Saturday

For this week's Swiftie Sleepover Saturday event we're celebrating a very special birthday! Jack Antonoff's birthday was March 31st, and this week will be all about appreciating his contributions to Taylor's music and artistry! Taylor has been working with Jack since they scored their Album of the Year Grammy for 1989 and their teamwork and friendship are special to say the very least. Feel free to take this prompt and make it about Bleachers as well, I know there are many fans here! Discussion Prompts (Optional!):

What is your favorite song that Jack has done with Taylor? Why?

What contributions do you think Jack brings to the table when it comes to Taylor's music?

Do you enjoy Bleachers music, and do you have a favorite song?

Are you hoping for anything specific in the future from Jack and Taylor that they have not done before?

You can feel free to make edits, gifs, playlists related to the prompt, polls about Jack and his work, poetry/fanfiction, or make your own post discussing and analyzing Jack's music and his work with Taylor. Whatever works best for you! Anything is welcome as long as it is kind and you show respect for others and their opinions. This event goes until the next Swiftie Sleepover Saturday next weekend! Please reblog to spread the fun!

[ashipiko]

<3 post sleepover mornings

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pajama Party!

For the weekend of October 5-6, I will be doing tiny little drabbles based on the following! Please respond to each poll linked below and I will write a little blurb about it.

Thanks!

Poll 1

Poll 2

Poll 3

Poll 4

Poll 5

Poll 6

Do not choose the same character on all polls.

[pupkashi]

OMGS CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!!!ITS AMAZING!!!!

Can i request "  “what do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” with gojo?

Your writing always makes me smile and giddy inside :D

hi friend thank you so so much !!! I’m happy to know my writing makes you smile and giddy hehe it’s all i could ever ask for :3 i hope you enjoy this little piece !!

there’s a comfortable silence in the air as the soft sound of animal crossing sits in the air, satoru dozing off with his head in your lap as you rest your back on the headboard.

“don’t you think we should get some rest? it’s already almost 4 am sweets” satoru mumbles, voice a bit husky from how sleepy he was.

“i just have to get one more shooting star” you mumble, giving him a soft smile before focusing back on your game. satoru sighs, a pout on his lips as he sits up, his head resting on your shoulder as he begins to gently kiss your jaw, moving onto your cheeks before finally capturing your lips.

“please? wann cuddle” he frowns, giving you puppy eyes that he knows will never fail him.

you sigh, saving your game and tossing the controller to the side, rolling your eyes at satoru’s small ‘yay!’ as he takes you in his arms. the two of you cuddle into each other, your head resting on one of his biceps as the other arm drapes over your waist.

“cant believe I’m dating someone who keeps up with the stalk market” he mumbles, a teasing smile on his lips as you scoff at him.

“it’s very serious business, thank you very much” you shoot back, eyes narrowing a bit as he leans forward, lips meeting softly in the middle.

“I’ll take your word for it sweetheart” his voice is a bit deeper, maybe from how sleepy he is. you’re both quiet for a second, satoru let’s his eyes close, relishing in the feeling of your warmth radiating onto him.

he wants to sleep, but all he can think of is how insanely happy he feels in that moment. with the love of his life in his arms, giggling softly in the late hours of the night.

“what do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” you ask, voice hushed as you look at your lover expectantly.

satoru’s eyes flutter open at your question, humming in thought before he answers.

“probably be asleep,” he teases, you smack his chest and as he laughs, pulling you into his chest as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “most likely surviving off candy and falling asleep in my office” he murmurs.

“i don’t know really, can’t imagine a life without you in it” the words fall so casually from his lips, it takes you by surprise when he so easily questions you, “what ‘bout you?”

your face is hot as you look at him, unsure if he even knows the effect his words have had on you. your mind is fuzzy as you scramble for an answer, only being able to come with a simple, “maybe animal crossing still.”

satoru laughs at you, giggling as he holds you even closer, peppering your face with kisses as you smile, telling him to go to sleep.

“i love you so much ‘toru” you whisper, eyes closed as your head rests on the same pillow as your lovers, noses only centimeters apart.

“i love you sweetheart” he whispers back, voice gentle as the two of you find comfort in each others embrace.

[solar-sunnyside-up]

When is the next reaping week again? I feel like biting politicians again

It is October 28-Nov 5th generally.

Feel free to bite a politican whenever though!

That being said, I also observe a few other holidays you may wish to sink your teeth into.

May 1- Mayday or workers rights day

May 25th - based in the revolution from Discworld. A sprig of lilacs and such

June - Pride month (feels like its gunna be another wrathful one which I'm excited for)

July 1st-8th - land back week (idk how many other places celebrate but my circles do it this time to encompas Canada day and US independance bc fuck counties)

July 4th - real reaping day from the hunger games (with sunrise on the reaping out this year that should be a big one)

[lnfours]

* ✰. — lnfours eras tour celebration

* ✰. — my name is jordan and welcome to the eras tour celebration!

to celebrate reaching 11k i decided to host an eras themed sleepover event! thank you so much for your love and support over the years. i would be nothing without you.

* ✰. — make a friendship bracelet

⤷ request an imagine based off a track from an era below!

— the eras

• debut

• fearless

• speak now

• red

• 1989

• reputation

• lover

• folklore

• evermore

• midnights

* ✰. — one single thread of gold

⤷ request a moodboard based off your favorite song/era with your favorite driver!

* ✰. — red lip classic thing that you like

⤷ send a 🎶 and an era for a song from that album!

* ✰. — rules/updates

⤷ please follow the rules of my blog, have fun and enjoy your journey! the celebration starts today (3/18) at 1pm EST and ends saturday (3/23) at 9pm EST! all posts and updates will be posted under the #11kerascelebration !