#sleepy cuddle ✨️

[icy-gendango]

Sleep Talker

[yamikawaii]

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MINE AND ONLY MINE

Sincerely, 🤍🤍 Yoomtah 🤍🤍

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[silverselfshippingchaos]

the way I am so.. so so so down bad for this man..

[starmocha]

*me going about my day normally being a totally Normal Girl™ doing ✨️normal girl things✨️ before I remember a real line Zayne has said*

Wants attention

Pacified with ear scratches/face caresses

No longer wants scratches/caresses

Suddenly affectionate again

Conclusion: Zayne is a cat 😸

[russellsppttemplates]

Hiiii I loved love love your work babe. I just had a request with Charles

Herve is a big momma’s boy and reader is going through postpartum but Herve just doesn’t get she needs some space bc he just loves his mama

Maybe how Charles would help with that or it just being overwhelming for her and he comforts her

Note: thank you for your words ✨️🫶

Cw: postpartum

"Mama, I want mama", Hervé pouted as Charles was the one to pick him up to take him for his bath, "papa is doing your bath tonight, mon petit, we can have your car and your duckie", Charles suggested, hoping he would be convinced easily. Your son started crying as Charles picked him up, kissing his cheeks softly and waving his hand to assure you he would be fine, not wanting you to worry about anything else other than feeding little Amélie on your arms.

Lately, it had been stressful and frankly overwhelming at times when both your children needed and wanted you and you couldn't satisfy their needs at once.

You walked upstairs and put Amélie in her cot next to your bed just in time to hear your boys in Hervé's room, stepping inside to kiss your son goodnight, "goodnight, my love, I hope you have sweet dreams tonight", you wished, kissing his forehead as he threw his arms around you, tears falling from his eyes as he nuzzled his face on your neck, "It's okay, amour, mama's here", you bounced him around, wincing a little as you moved around his room.

"Are you ready for sleep now?", you asked as he became sleepy, not even giving you time to read him a bedtime story as he fell asleep the minute his head hit the pillow.

"He was cranky, wasn't he?", you asked Charles, "He's a mama's boy through and through, and I think he's feeling that he now has to share you with Amélie and he's realising that she needs you more now", he replied.

That did it as you cried all of the tears you had been holding for the past few weeks, "Amour, amour, I'm here", Charles said as he let you cry on his chest, "it's not your fault, Y/N, if anything it's a good sign! That boy loves you so much and he wants to be with you as much as he can, but we'll speak to him tomorrow about how Amélie is smaller and she needs you a little more, and that it makes you more tired too", Charles brushed a few hairs away from your face, kissing your forehead lovingly, "it's all going to be fine", he assured.

"You're the best, Charles - I don't want to fail you, or fail our family", you admitted, "you could never fail us, baby, I'm so proud of you, Hervé loved you so much, Amélie is so smiley when she sees you", he chuckled, "you could never fail us, so rest your mind", he kissed the top of your head, "and come cuddle me while we have so yummy food and I'll pamper you for the night, how does that sound?", he smiled.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[lalacliffthorne]

🦇 MASTERLIST 🦇

Azriel 🗡

midnights - part I part II (fluff)

🌪 idiot 🌪 (smut, angst, fluff)

⚔️ I don't think now's the best time ⚔️ (battlefield, fluff)

📃 the basic rules of friendship 📃 (fluff, smut)

🌫 if you go down then we go down together 🌫 (angst, smut, fluff)

Rhys 🦇

✨️ starshine ✨️ - part I part II part III part IV part V part VI (fluff, angst, smut)

Cassian ⚔️

🤍 just a one time thing 🤍 - part I part II (fluff, smut, modern!Cass)

Feyre 🏹

💗 fuck it, let's do it again 💗 (smut)

drabbles 📄

Azriel 🗡

hickeys - payback - busted (fluff)

sick (fluff)

cheering up (fluff)

got you now (fluff)

tired (fluff)

Cassian ⚔️

grumpy (fluff, modern!Cass)

coming home (fluff, modern!Cass)

modern!roommate!batboys - drabble series

modern!batboys as your roommates headcanons 🦇

modern!batboys halloween headcanons 🦇

modern!batboys spooky season and halloween headcanons 🦇💕

modern!batboys christmas headcanons 🎀🦇💕

ride home (fluff, 🦇)

late nights (fluff, 🦇)

failed dates suck (lil angst, fluff, 🦇)

nightmare (fluff, 🦇)

bad days and library floors (fluff, 🦇)

a cold and a movie night (fluff, 🦇)

nap time (fluff, 🦇)

periods (fluff, 🦇)

snow (fluff, 🎀🦇💕)

grey days at christmas time (fluff, 🎀🦇💕)

new years (fluff, 🎀🦇💕)

midnight ride (fluff, 💕)

the one where they stop being idiots (fluff, headcanons, 💕)

sleepy in the library (fluff, 💕)

sunday mornings (fluff, 💕)

when Azriel has a nightmare (angst, fluff, 💕)

date night (fluff, 💕)

to warm up, one needs a shower. and Az. (fluff, 💕)

another drabble with Az and his motorcycle. (fluff, 💕)

when for a change, Azriel is the one in need of cuddles (fluff, 💕)

autumn days (fluff, 💕, 🦇)

mini headcanon - fighting (💕🦇)

🦇 = roommate!batboys centered

💕 = roommate!batboys!Azriel centered

🎀 = roommate!batboys christmas centered

mood boards ✨️

starshine

starshine mood board by @verena9003

starshine mood board

starshine aesthetic

dark faerie aesthetic

playlists

starshine ✨️

I don't take requests. sorry, loves, but most of the time, I can barely deal with needing to get my own ideas all exactly right. *hides behind laptop*

if you want to be on any taglist, hit me up - just comment or shoot me an ask or a message!

minors get outta here

[thicccshady]

Hype Man🤧

Eminem X Reader

✨️MasterList✨️

Content: Sick, Cursing

She ripped into a new box of tissues as a sneeze came on. Having the immune system of a Victorian baby bird came with Spidey-senses anytime she got sick. Nonetheless, the rushing led-heavy head and stuffed nose was still a nuisance.

Marshall had been very sweet. This was supposed to be a busy weekend, one she had looked forward to. Marshall’s foundation had planned a benefit concert, of course hosted in Detroit. But selfishly, she was a tad more excited to babysit her fourteen-month-old niece.

Babysitting her niece was more than just a favor for her sister—it was a chance to bond with the tiny, giggling tornado she adored. But now, with her sinuses pounding like the bass at any of Marshall’s concerts, and her body feeling like wet sand, she had no choice but to cancel. Marshall had offered to step in, but she’d quickly squashed that idea.

“You’re joking. There’s absolutely no way. This kid is in the ‘lick everything’ stage. You don’t need a baby, whatever bug I’ve got, and a concert to manage. Marshall, you can’t bring her on stage with you,” she’d insisted over the phone, punctuating her argument with a sneeze.

“She could be my hype man…” She didn’t laugh at his joke. He did not need anyone to encourage this terrible idea. Marshall accepted defeat, “Fine, but I did order something for her. I think it should be delivered soon.” 

A familiar warmth spread inside her at the thought of Marshall finding something special for their little guest, even if it wouldn’t be used this time. After a quick call to her sister, she learned she wasn’t the only one under the weather. They would also be spending the night in, cuddled under blankets and tissue snow. Relieved it all worked out; sleepiness snuck back in. Curled up in one of Marshall’s sweatshirts and a fluffy duvet, her eyes drifted shut. 

A doorbell ring interrupted just as she began to doze Lifting her head, the sound puled her from the haze of impending sleep. Groaning, she sluggishly got up, clutching the duvet around her shoulders like a makeshift cocoon. Peeking through the peephole, she spotted the delivery box that Marshall had anticipated.

Opening the door, she brought the package inside and set it on the coffee table, sneezing twice in rapid succession as she did. The cardboard box was plastered with colorful cartoon animals, the kind of thing designed to make parents (or uncles with absolutely no restraint) click “buy now” without hesitation. Peering at the carnival-vomit of colors in front of her, she wondered what could be inside. But she knew how much Marshall liked to open thing, especially toys. So, she pushed her curiosity to the back of her mind and returned to her tissue box. 

---

Marshall pushed open the door later that evening, his hoodie pulled up against the icy Detroit wind. Rehearsal had run longer than expected—typical for a benefit concert, where every note had to be perfect—but he was still riding the high of hearing the preview of the booming polished sound coming that evening. His voice was a little hoarse, but his energy was electric. 

The sight of her curled up under a mountain of blankets brought him back to reality. Tissue boxes littered the coffee table alongside an untouched mug of tea, long since gone cold. She looked up groggily as he set his stuff down by the door. 

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said with a lopsided grin. "How are you holding up?"

"Huh??," she muttered. Her ears were plugged. She couldn’t understand him, but she was happy he was home. "Looks like rehearsal went well!"

Smirking he spot the unopened delivery box on the coffee table. "You didn’t open it?" 

She shook her head. "Figured you'd want the honors."

"Fuck yeah." He smirked, grabbing the box and unconventionally tearing into it. Any chance of reusing the box vanished as the colorful cardboard fell away to reveal a bright plastic baby turntable, complete with tiny buttons, flashing lights, and a toy record that could actually spin. Marshall’s face lit up. You’d think he just opened a new expensive revolutionary gadget, not necessarily a fisher price toy.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she croaked, trying not to laugh, coughing lightly into a tissue. “A turntable? She’s not even two, Marshall.”

"Exactly. Gotta start her early," he said, already pressing buttons to make the toy light up and emit comically cheerful beats. Pursing his lips, he nodded along to the mechanical beat playing a number song through the tiny speakers.

“Does Mr. Porter know about this?” She teased, amused by his dancing.

“Oh, he will soon.” Marshall discovered a new button. The music stopped as a chipper voice said “Let’s record a track! When the light turns red, sing a song.” He made eye contact with her as he brought the toy closer to his mouth to sing “I’m fucking awesome.”

After a brief second of holding in her laughter, they heard Marshall’s voice played over a basic beat on repeat. She lost it. Even though she felt terrible, she had missed his goofy ass so much today. Her laughter quickly turned into a barky coughing fit. 

He gently sat the toy down and crossed over to her. Rubbing her back gently, he handed her the mug of tea, remembered it was cold, and excused himself to grab her a drink. 

Marshall quickly returned with a fresh mug of tea, steam curling upward in inviting wisps. He placed it on the table in front of her and crouched down to her level, his expression soft with concern.  

“Are you sure you’re alright? You sound worse than before,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her clammy forehead.  

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she croaked, her voice raspy and unconvincing. “Just got a little too excited about your next Grammy-winning single.”  

“Yeah, that shits gonna put me on the map.” He smirked, tilting his head. Returning to the matter at hand. “You need to clear out your sinuses before you cough up a lung. C’mon steam always helps.”  

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Strip show? Right now?” 

“The fuck? No.” He stood, swallowing a chuckle, and stretching his arms above his head. His hoodie rode up slightly. “I gotta get ready and you’re coming with me. Bathroom’s basically a steam room.” He winked. She groaned in protest at the thought of moving. He held out his hand to help her. “You can sit on the counter, wrapped in your… what the fuck is all of this? Cocoon. The steam will do the work, and I’ll get ready. Win-win.”

---  

The bathroom quickly filled with steam, the mirror fogging over as hot water rained down in a steady rhythm. She perched on the counter, clutching the fresh mug of tea. The heat and moisture in the air began working its magic, easing the tension in her head and loosening the congestion in her chest.  

From behind the frosted shower door, Marshall’s silhouette worked as he hummed and mumbled lyrics, his low voice carrying a certain intimacy in the small, echoing space.  

“Better?” he called out between verses. 

She gently nodded, “Yeah, actually,” she replied, her voice already less strained. “I can breathe through my left nostril again. It’s a miracle.” 

"Hell yeah, lefty’s always been the MVP."  

She shook her head, amused by his goofy banter. The warmth in the room wasn’t just from the steam, his energy. Normally he was drained when he came home, especially after a long day like today. But right now, he was infectious, ridiculous. He managed to distract her from how miserable she felt. She sipped her tea. Breathing deep, the steam loosened something caused her to sneeze, cough, cough, sneeze, and cough (in that order). 

“I’m fine!” she quickly added before blowing her nose, knowing Marshall just heard all of that. 

“Me when my girl makes that noise.” She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Turning she saw Marshall’s Shallotte holding something long extruding from his hips.

“Marshall, is that a fucking shampoo bottle?” She chuckled at his immature joke. 

“No… it’s two shampoo bottles.”

“Oh, my bad,” she said with a teasing eye-roll he couldn’t see.  

A pause, followed by the sound of the water shutting off. Marshall cracked the shower door open just enough to peek his head out, his hair dripping and a boyish grin on his face. “You know the real thing is bigger.”  

“Debatable,” she teased, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.  

He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. Droplets of water trailed down his chest, and she had to resist the urge to make a comment about the man in front of her. Instead, she opted for another sip of tea, hoping the steam would mask the flush creeping up her cheeks.  

Marshall grabbed another towel and tossed it over his head, rubbing at his hair in quick, careless movements. “Hey! You’re starting to look a little less like shit,” he said, his voice muffled by the towel.  

“Oh Thanks,” she said dryly. “Careful, you’ll give me a bottle boner.”  

Marshall dropped the towel and grinned at her. “Hey, I’m just saying, the steam’s working.” He leaned against the counter next to her, his damp hair dripping onto his back. “I could bring that turntable in here,” he suggested. “Record a sick diss against the bug inside you.”  

The thought made her laugh a genuine, belly-deep laugh that made her cough again, but it was worth it.  

“There’s my girl,” he said softly, reaching out to squeeze her knee as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

A/N: This is the exact toy referenced. I am heavily considering buying it for a friend's kid. Watch some review videos for giggles.

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[yawujin]

sorry to bother you but just a thought

imagine England , France , America and Russia with a reader who likes to read and LOVES their countries literature and poetry, like, they often catch them on the floor kicking their feet reading their countries classics

maybe even askes them to read a copy in it's native language to her while their cuddling

(just imagine America reading 'the adventures of huckleberry finn' , England reading 'wuthering heights' , France reading some famous french love poems and Russia reading 'anna karenina' in it's native language while cuddling with reader) <3

my book worm heart NEEDS some fluff-

your writing is amazing btw, been here a long time and your posts a comfort, seriously keep your head up , your amazing and beautiful !

love you and your blog

it's not a bother at all!! i think it's a very cute, sweet idea. i used to read books in danish to my ex all the time and it was a lot of fun. he really loved it, as did i :p i really appreciate the encouragement 🤍 i'm really hoping that one day, far farrr in the future, the books i am planning on publishing will be considered "classics" i can't wait :) without further ado, here is your request anon. thank you! and enjoy 🪄✨️

{ request } england , france , america & russia x bookworm! reader

type | cute , fluff , light hearted , russia needs a nap , short read

england ♥︎

his favorite place is home , so he really does not mind at all that they would prefer to just stay in to enjoy each other's company

england could read his novels for hours at a time, focused with no background noise save for the tick-tock sound of the clock. that sound gradually fades as he begins to read aloud.

the two quickly become invested in the story─doesn't matter if it's pride and prejudice by jane austen or one of the very many stories of sherlock holmes by sir arthur conan doyle

england has a really clear, crisp, and modulated voice that would be great for narration tbh.....*clears throat* audiobook is hiring

france ♥︎

france has a sense for beautiful things and there is nothing more beautiful than hearing them read the stranger by albert camus back to him. he really just likes seeing them enjoy books written by people from his country

he once purchased a really pretty bookmark for them, just because he thought perhaps they would like it ? <3

most likely to join a bookclub with them

ask him to read love poems and he will─one after another, until they're content

america ♥︎

might want them to just lay down next to him (or on his lap) (OR vice versa) while he reads.

he is more than happy to carry their books for them when they go to the library/bookstore together

if he finds them reading any classic american literature, he'll get really happy and start asking them: "did you get to the good part yet?" "how're you liking it?" "do you have a favorite character?" he just wants to know all the details

the type to watch the movie adaptation of a book with them so they can compare, just for fun

russia ♥︎

he'll read whatever they ask him to read. after doing it for a prolonged period of time, he'll begin to feel sleepy and rest. i imagine him being the type to feel punchy after reading all those small words on a page

would most likely gift them his copy of the idiot by fyodor dostoevsky

he likes to listen to them go on little rants about any one of the books they had started recently, all while reading the summaries on the back of the books

his favorite thing is when they start to play with his hair as he reads to them....no wonder he feels so sleepy afterwards (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

[leaentries]

The way that I just want to full on cuddle with Matt Rempe wrapped up in a thick fuzzy blanket next to a fire while I play with his hair and he's dozing off 🥹💖

Like my mans has me in a STRONG chokehold, i just want to comfort him yknow? 💖

-✨️

(i’m so so sorry i didn’t see this until now, im not ignoring my inbox i promise!)

GOD YESSS

i just have a gut feeling he’d want to be the small spoon too. like he’s draping his entire body over you while nuzzling the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses to your skin. he’ll just run his hands over every part of your body, grasping and squishing, cuddling as close to you as he can. he gets so sleepy the second you play with his hair, its like magic.

he’s had a long day? cuddle him and play with his hair and this boy will melt. pure putty in your hands. there’s also been multiple occasions where yall have been in public with some friends and you start playing with his hair…1000 yard stare immediately. mans completely zones out and his eyes start drooping. it’s his off switch actually.

[hearthown]

Headcanon! 🐾

- At night, Gray secretly lets Tiramisu into his room and cuddles her to sleep.

- He doesn't want the others to know (he is obviously not affectionate in broad daylight bc he doesn't want the others making fun of him and bc of his personality) so his cuddle sessions with Tiramisu happen exclusively at night. This is one of his deepest darkest secrets.

- During the day, (obviously Tiramisu is just a cute doggo and doesn't know what's going on) the rest of the boys realise that Tiramisu especially likes clinging to Gray and is always following him around.

- Gray tries to shake it off and tells Tiramisu to stay put (which hurts her feelings but he can't risk the others finding out and makes it up to her secretly by feeding her treats or playing fetch with her in private).

- Xander gets suspicious since he's usually the one who plays with Tiramisu (so she should be following him around right?) so he decides to dedicate a day to STALK Gray bc he has a hunch that Gray does spend time w Tiramisu in private for her to like him that much.

- Unfortunately, Gray catches on and Xan is unable to continue stalking him as he's very elusive.

- However, night falls again and Gray lets Tiramisu into his room again after checking the left and right hallways but little does he know, Xan was waiting for him around the corner.

- Xan brings Jamie into this and they both wait for Gray to fall asleep before sneaking into his room, Xan finally ready to get to the bottom of this and Jamie armed with a camera.

- Xan counts to 3 and he pulls back the covers while Jamie takes about 100 photos. The shots are perfect as a sleeping Gray is literally nuzzling his head into Tiramisu's soft fur.

- Gray awakes at the sound of the camera shutter and is very annoyed (he doesn't like his sleep to be interrupted) but he becomes terrified once he realises what is happening.

- He questions them and tries to use an authoritative tone but it's to no effect as Jamie is doubling over with laughter and Xan is celebrating in triumph that he finally found his secret.

- Nash enters upon hearing the commotion and smiles when he sees Gray and Tiramisu.

- A sleepy Tiramisu wakes up too and she starts barking happily upon seeing Jamie still laughing and Xan showing the photos to Nash.

- Gray's secret is revealed ✨️✨️✨️

Note: Inspired by hcs from @ilyaiwdtpyiwmyhatm and @lyrakanefanatic ! 🤍

(Was initially planning to delete this but it's my blog sooo YOLO)

[butterfwiesndinorawrs]

I just a silly sleepy baby 😇😴 Da sandyman came n visited me.. I tink got estwa sleepy sand n my eyes

Cuddled up wiff all da stuffies n go niniii 🌜

🧸✨️🌌🧸✨️🌌🧸✨️🌌🧸✨️🌌🧸✨️🌌🧸

[softcolouredpaper-masterlist]

✨ 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖

☁️ 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥

🫧 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕗𝕦𝕝

🎀 𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

💎 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥/ 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖

🪐 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤

𝕆𝕋𝟠

Sleepy Scenarios (SKZ OT8) ☁️

Rainy Scenarios with SKZ 🫧

Fantasy Setting: Skz’s Rings 🪐

Moments of Kisses with SKZ 🎀💎

𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

Truly Idiotic. ✨☁️🎀💎

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟

Anxious Morning ✨☁️

Fuck You ✨☁️

Favorite Track is an Understatement ✨

Drabble (Chan forgot to bring his jacket.)☁️

You're regret? ☁️

𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨

•Blue💙Sweater🧵Lee��Know• Sleep💤Talking (1) ✨☁️ Head’s throbbing in the early morning (2) ✨☁️ Sleep💤mumbling (3) ✨ Overestimated shower procedure (4) ✨☁️🎀 The scent of vanilla and cotton (5) ✨☁️

Washing Machine  ✨☁️

The Distant Sound Of The Washing Machine ✨☁️🫧

Needed Cuddles ✨☁️

Hold my hand, I’m nervous. ✨☁️🫧🎀

Period and Nightmare ✨☁️

Drabble (LeeKnow forgot to bring his jacket.)

Little Insomnia ☁️🫧🎀

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟

A Past's Cover-Up ✨☁️

°•○●C.CB x K.SM x F!YN #PolyFluff●○•° I Can't Read Your Mind - 1 ☁️🎀 Addition - 2 ☁️🎀 Stay the Night - 3 ✨☁️🎀

ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

Overwhelmingly Good ✨☁️🎀

Overwhelmingly Close ✨☁️🎀

Lazy Winter Evening ☁️🫧

Eyes on you. Open your eyes. ✨🪐

ℍ𝕒𝕟

Socks in Summer ☁️🫧

Spinning ✨️☁️🎀

𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩

Hiding Tears ✨☁️

Midpoint. ✨☁️🎀💎

Cardigan ✨☁️🫧

𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟

Tired Day ☁️🫧

Evening Cry ✨☁️

Luxury ✨☁️

Speaking Up ✨

°•○●C.CB x K.SM x F!YN #PolyFluff●○•° Addition - 2 ☁️🎀 Stay the Night - 3 ✨☁️🎀

𝕀.ℕ.

Fuzzy Robe ☁️🫧🎀

𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕏 𝕋𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

𝕆𝕋𝟝

BLURRY GREEN 🪐... wip

Sleepy Scenarios with TXT  ☁️🫧

You Are Changing with TXT ✨☁️

When TXT is making you comfortable ☁️🫧

When TXT is having a secret crush on you (sleepy scenarios) ☁️

Holding Hands with TXT ✨️☁️🫧🎀

Clothes with TXT ☁️🎀

𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕟

Rain Cloud ✨☁️🫧

Party with Soobin ✨️☁️

𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟

Wedding Dress ☁️🫧

Call Me ✨️☁️

Weak ☁️🎀

TicTacToe, Kitty ☁️🫧🎀

𝔹𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦

Adorable, but mainly ridiculous 1 ✨☁️🫧

Adorable, but mainly ridiculous 2 ✨☁️🫧🎀

Beomguy Comforting Reader Request ☁️🎀

𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟

Bubbles ✨☁️🎀

ℍ𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕂𝕒𝕚

Daisy Friends ☁️🫧🎀

𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤

Cuddling with Chaeryeong ☁️🎀

Pink Blood (Yeh Shuhua) ✨☁️

♡Solitaire Quotes I Love♡ (pt.1)

♡Solitaire Quotes I love♡ (pt.2)

♡Solitaire - Chapter 1 notes♡

[russellsppttemplates]

I have it all right here (Lando Norris)

Matilda Norris makes her way earthside

Note: english is not my first language. It's dad!Lando, so you know I shrieked as soon as I saw this request ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: pregnancy, labour/birth, hospitals

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Lando", you called, shaking your husband as he slept peacefully next to you. For the past 24 hours, more than the rest of the pregnancy, he had been by your side since you kept feeling Braxton-Hicks contractions, doting on you as much as he could so you could be a little bit more comfortable.

He held you in his embrace as he whispered sweet things as you cried, feeling all of the emotions as you whispered "I feel like I've been pregnant for decades, Lando! And I can't do anything on my own", you hiccuped as he rubbed your back sweetly, "you're growing our babygirl until she's ready to come and meet us, that's not nothing, my love", he would soothe, kissing your head multiple times as the pressure on your lower belly increased.

"Are you having Braxton-Hicks again?", he mumbled groggily, rolling over to face you after turning his bedside lamp on.

"I think these are real contractions, like, the ones I actually have when I'm in labour", you smiled.

"How are you feeling? Do they hurt a lot?", he wondered. It was amazing how his brain could switch on like that, going from sleepy to fully aware in seconds.

"It feels like really bad period cramps, but they're definitely worse than what I've felt these past couple of days", you reasoned, cuddling into his open arms, "you know this means we're that little bit closer to meeting her, right?", you tried to shift his attention, failing miserably as he grabbed his phone, "we should track them, so we know when to go to the hospital", he opened the app and propped the phone by your face so you could tap the screen.

"I'm good, love", you tranquilized, touching his temple lovingly, "I'm actually excited! We're going to meet our babygirl soon!".

Sure, there had been moments where you didn't feel amazing, morning sickness that lasted all day, tears that came out of nowhere when you felt like you had been pregnant for the longest time ever, pain in you back and hips and not being able to do things like you used to. But it was so worth it. You had created a new life with the love of your life and although she wasn't planned, it didn't mean that she wasn't wanted or loved. Much to the contrary, you and Lando loved that little girl so much already, as well as everyone else around you, falling in love the minute they saw your ultrasound.

When they started feeling too much for you, Lando moved you both to the shower, supporting your hips as you swayed from side to side, the warm water from the shower practically erasing the pressure for now, "this probably will be the last time in a while that I'll be naked with you and you won't find me weird", you blushed.

Your husband quickly tutted, "no way I'll find you weird, you're so beautiful, Y/N. You're my wife, the mother of my babygirl, you're making me a father, and I will never look at you and think anything less that you're gorgeous, amazing and unstoppable", he added, looking for your eyes and ensuring the message got through to you, "you're the best, Lando", you smiled, kissing his lips before wiping your hands on the towell, tapping the screen to stop the count for the contraction as a message popped up, "it says it is a good time to follow up with the midwife as they're coming closer together", you showed him.

Helping you out and getting dressed in a comfy dress, the sun was rising outside as you bounced on your ball while Lando called the midwife, "Hi, Amelia! It's Lando, did you see our texts? Y/N seems to be in labour", you heard him say on the phone, fingers close to his mouth as he bit his nails nervously while giving her as much information as he knew.

"She says she will be waiting for us at the hospital", Lando informed as he stored his phone in his pocket, "what is missing from the bags?".

"Hmm, phone chargers for both of our phones, the pregnancy pillow - I think it's in our bed -, and I think that's it, the rest has already been packed", you smiled, rubbing your bump, "we need to bring the ball but I'll only let you take this away from me when we go to the car.

"C'mon, my love, easy easy", Lando guided you, hand on the small of your back as you walked to the car, "I can do this on my own, you know that, right?", you giggled, "holding his hand as he opened the door for you, "I know you can, doesn't mean that I don't want to help you or be here in case something happens", he charmed, making sure you were sitting as comfortably as you could.

Running back inside, Lando got all the bags and brought them to the car, closing the trunk and meeting you in the front, "Let's go have a baby", he said, kissing your cheek before switching the car into gear.

Driving to the hospital was fine, making you think that if you could, you should give birth while Lando drove you around as it was the calmest you had seen him since your contractions started.

"Let's not worry until, and if, we have to, okay?", Lando nudged at you, driving into the parking lot and seeing Amelia waving at you.

Taking a deep breath, you took off your seatbelt once the car was parked and opened the door, "Good morning! Y/N, how are we doing this morning?", she smiled, helping you get out as Lando thanked the nurse that had joined you to carry the bags.

"I'm good, although these are getting serious now", you breathed through, accepting Amelia's hand.

"I'm going to park the car and then I'll join you upstairs, okay?", Lando said, kissing your forehead sweetly, "I'll be quick, baby, you won't even notice I'm gone", he smiled.

After checking you in and going up to your room, Amelia helped you into the hospital gown as she introduced the rest of the team you hadn't met yet, "my husband should be here any mi- oh, there he is!", you pointed to the curly haired man asking one of the nurses for you.

"I'm here, I'm here!", he said, breathing in, "I'm Lando, the husband, and father to the little one", he introduced himself, greeting everyone in the room before coming to sit next to you, "need help with anything?", he noticed you fumbling with the sleeves, folding them as Amelia explained what they were expecting to happen and what they would do.

As everyone else left the room, Lando helped you go back to bounce on the ball, grabbing a stool with wheels so he could be at the same level, "are they getting bad?", he questioned. Your eyebrows furrowed more than they relaxed and your eyes were shut most of the time.

Smiling at his voice, you opened your eyes, "they're getting closer now, stronger too. Bouncing isn't as effective as it was when we were home, so we either move to the big drugs or we have to find something else to help", you wiggled your eyebrows.

"We still have all of those stretches to go through, I also remember that one article about how touches just out-", you were quick to slap his arm, "your hands are not going anywhere near the downstairs region, oh, no no no, mister. As much as I believe your fingers could work their magic, I don't want you to be around the area that's going to stretch and push a human out. Not today, baby, not today", you threatened lightly, joking with him despite knowing he genuinely had the best intentions.

"Mum sends her well wishes and a bunch of pink ballons", Lando showed you the text message in the family group chat, seeing your face contort in pain, "hey, do you want to move to the bed or walk around a little bit?", he suggested.

"I want up", you said, holding your arms out so he could support you as someone knocked on the door, "hello Y/N, we came in here to check your dilation. Is that okay?", Amelia asked, putting on gloves.

"I just got up", you sighed, not wanting to sit or lie down again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude", you looked up, "where do you need me?".

"Standing up is fine, dear", Amelia crouched down, "I'm just going to touch you", she informed, doing so before coming back up, "you're at 7 cm, dear! You're progressing very well. And, Y/N, we're here to make this as comfortable as possible for you, you don't have to apologise for voicing your needs".

Your husband crouched down, searching for your eyes and hoping to see what you needed through them when you bent, "Here, lean on me, gorgeous", Lando urged, standing straight and grabbing your arms and lacing them around his neck, hands joint on the nape of his neck as you allowed your hips to loosen and allow your abdomen to rest a little too, gravity doing its thing. For anyone else, you included, this would've been a band-aid fix until you fell down, your legs not taking in the force and collapsing soon, but luckily for you, your husband was an athlete with unusually good neck strength so, for a good while, this would work.

"Is that nice?", he wondered, checking in if this position wasn't at the very least hurting and causing you even more pain.

"It's good, yes", you breathed out, syncing with him as you looked up him, your chin resting just below his sternum, "hey there", he whispered as his soft tone brought a smile to your face, almost numbing all the pressure you felt.

"Hey", you blushed as you felt his gaze on you even though he was not looking or concerned about anyone else in that room other than you and his little girl, "I don't know why we've never done this before, I'm actually comfortable", you joked, "glad we found out sooner than later, we can adopt this greeting from here on", he joked back, a little relieved that you were feeling a little bit better.

"I want up, again", you groaned, "I feel like pushing, and I don't know if I can, call someone, please", you asked Lando as you walked about the room once he helped you to stand, ringing the bell, "you're doing so well, love, so so so well", he whispered, holding you as you swayed from side to side.

"Y/N! Do you think it's time?", the OB asked, "I feel like I have to push, but I'm afraid of doing something wrong, so I need someone to check and make sure I'm not doing something bad for me or for my baby", you explained, humming as she approached you.

"It's time to push, Y/N!", the OB winked at you as she put her gloves on, "do you know how you want to do this?", she questioned.

"Can I have him behind me? My back is killing me but I don't want to sit", you tried your best to explain the vision you had in your head.

Lando was quick to push your back gently against his chest as the nurses and Amelia covered the floor around you with disposable covers, "you can hold her by placing your arms under hers - yes, like that -, that way Y/N can let her body do what it needs to do", she guided as Lando held you under your armpits, hands lacing on your chest, "you've got this, my love", he whispered.

"When you feel the contraction, just push and go along with it!", she urged as she sat in position to catch your baby. You allowed your body to fall against your husband, hoping his strength wouldn't fail you now.

Your body urged you to push and you did what it told you, faintly feeling Lando's lips on your sweaty forehead as he whispered words of encouragement while you pushed, "just a little more, I promise, gorgeous, you're doing so well bringing Tilly to us", he said.

Five big pushes and your baby girl was earthside in Amelia's arms, and with a few wiggles, baby Matilda let out her first cry.

"Should we lay Iin the bed now, mummy?", one of the nurses asked as she helped Lando move you to the bed right next to you as they cut the chord.

"Here's your babygirl, congratulations!", she said, putting the little human on your chest after you let one of the sleeves drop so her skin touched yours, "hello, my love, we're your mummy and daddy", you cooed, tears falling from your eyes as you touched her cheeks, kissing her fingers as she seemed to noticed her movements had a little bit more freedom now.

"Hey, beautiful girl", Lando hiccuped, not having two cares in the world that he was crying in a room full of people. He only cared about you, rubbing your shoulder, and the little baby on your chest. His daughter.

"Now we're gonna need to take this little girl to check everything while you deliver the placenta alright?", one of the nurses said and you extended your arms so she could grab him, "I'll stay her with her, if that's okay", Lando checked.

"We'll do it here, you'll still be in the same room", she smiled as she moved to the counter on the side of the room, pulling out the materials she needed like the measuring tape, a scale and such.

"I'll just be in the way there", he said with loving (and still a bit teary) eyes, "I love you so much, baby. Thank you for this, thank you, thank you", Lando said, brushing the hair away from your eyes.

"Thank you for not letting me give up, and for letting me use you like monkey bars in the playground", you smiled, puckering your lips so he would take the hint and kiss them.

The moment Matilda was placed back in her daddy's arms and chest, Lando was sure he would do anything in the world that he needed to do to make sure his family was safe and happy. He vowed to always be there whenever you and his daughter needed, to support you everytime even if he wasn't physically close and to always love you both, no matter what.

"You look so much like mummy, gorgeous girl", he whispered, "you have her chubby cheeks, her nose, although hers is not as button like as yours, but the resemblance is there. You're so loved, babygirl. You have so many uncles waiting to shower you with kisses and presents, grandparents that can't wait to meet you. And me and mummy have wanted you for so long. It wasn't, maybe, in a timing we figured would be best, but the more we thought about it, the more we figured that maybe there wouldn't have been a great timing ever, so your surprise was the best one, ever. I met your mummy because of our work, or part of what I do as well, you'll soon find out. She's so strong, just like you, eh?", he chuckled as she held his finger in her fist with the reflexive tight grip, "and she's kind, persistent, so intelligent, and I hope you get all of those traits, too. You're our dreams come true, Matilda", he said as he kissed her forehead, making her scrunch deliciously against his naked chest.

"How's everyone in here?", Amelia asked after she knocked on the door, to which you replied after the noise woke you up, "we're doing good, the food helped a lot, thank you", referring to the tray of food they brought you as you had barely gotten any sleep since the day before and did not have much of an appetite during labour.

"Now we should see this little one's tummy, if that's okay. Because any minute now I think she'll be hungry", she asked as Lando put on a shirt after placing your daughter on your chest.

Uncovering your chest after joking about everyone in the room having been all in the up in there and how it wasn't a boob flashing that was going to compromise you further, you urged your babygirl to latch on your nipple.

"Alright, let's get this baby to latch, shall we? I'm probably going to have to touch you if that's okay", the nurse said while you nodded, "C'mon, little one, you can't be too lazy about this, it's right there ready for you!", she smiled as she touched her cheek, the reflex immediate as she suckled, "Good job, Matilda", she whispered, looking at your vitals.

"And you, Y/N? How are you feeling?", she questioned as she registered the numbers on her iPad, "I'm good, a little tired, but otherwise fine and very much in love", you blushed, touching Matilda's cheek.

"Lando?", Amelia finally asked, bringing Lando out of his focus as he watched you and your daughter.

Sighing, Lando had the look of love, as Max would often tell him whenever his eyes glossed over and he had the biggest smile on his face, "I'm on cloud nine. I have both of my girls finally with me, they're well and they're healthy. I'm on cloud nine, indeed, I don't need anything else. I have it all right here".

[hollowsart]

Sleepy cuddle puddle 🔮🦥🐙💕✨️

[calcitedraws]

What kind of drunk is Fennel?

Can we use his drunken moments to escape? 👀

— ✨️

Very chatty and giggly! They're pretty good tempered about how much to drink so getting them properly drunk won't happen often. Fen is a light weight. Very emotional but tends to steer towards positive emotions. Slurs their words a bit when drinking, but not enough to be unable to be understood. They usually talk with their hands but it gets WAY worse when they're buzzed. They also end up getting sleepy after a while, keep note of that. They'd offer you a drink, unless you abstain for personal/religious reasons (which they'd likely already know of).

They prefer a glass of wine with dinner, but there's a half empty big bottle of whiskey in their room if you like that sort of stuff. If you express a love for certain drinks they'll have them stocked but Fens go-to is a big glass of red wine.

I think you could use it to your advantage, in terms of escape. They'd drop their guard significantly, if they trust you enough to drink around you. Fens instincts and reasoning becomes dulled when they get as drunk as they're willing to get.

One tactic is to let them smother you for about half an hour while distracting them with a movie or cats. Once they're asleep, you can just gather some stuff (like their keys, some money, etc) and just leave. Another tactic is to wait until their guard is properly lowered and just attack them. Fen is strong, but them being disoriented in this state would make attacking them easier.

I don't think you could manipulate them into letting you go when they're like this. They still have some sense and won't just willingly hand you a phone or their keys. If you asked to be let go, Fen would burst out crying, guilt tripping you intensely.

On a different note: Fen wouldn't try to pull any moves if they or you are drunk and haven't had sex before. They'd only engage in that if you two already had a steady sex life and trusted each other in that way. The most they'd try to do is whine their way into a kiss or cuddles for a minute at maximum. If you say no at any point or express discomfort, they'd whine for around three seconds before asking if you wanted to bake cinnamon rolls and watch a movie.

[nenynrawrites]

Masterlist: Headcanons #1

❗️These are all part of the One a Day series❗️

Alice in Chains

Weird Combo

Woo gone wrong

PDA with Alice In Chains

Wake up / Serious

Just a thought

'Sup babygirl

You suck

Subtlety? None...

Ethereally beautiful

Double Eye Contact

The Love Story

Alice in Chains goes into the forest

✨️Observation✨️

Need help?

Def Leppard

You look like a couple!

Vinyl Haul

Asleep

Quiet conversation

The members as your boyfriend

Guns n Roses

Hugs

Huh?

Bonk

High up enough

That's for dating my sister!

Goofs<3

Playfighting

Roger's Maracas

Human heater

Collage

Photograph

Beautiful n Pretty

What's going on?

Flustered

Hat

Soft

New lip balm

Soft lean in

What are you doing?

Happy little Popcorn

First official photoshoot

Sex with Duff is like...

Photoshoot

Confused liar

Sex with Slash is like...

Bubble bath

Towel

Cozy time

Slow

Love bite

Laying down

For hours on end

Watching

Should we take him home?

Cuddling / Playfighting

Type O Negative

Just you wait

Fake frown

Photoshoot

Slaying

Say cheese!

Great place for a little house

Nude

Bon Jovi

One Night Stand

Steel Panther

I love admiring you

The Strokes

Secret Admirer

Skid Row

Smile

Metallica

Getting the hang of it

I bet they'll do it again

Morning, gorgeous

You sure?

Gotcha!

Sleepy

The dramatic faces of Metallica

Cliff's wife

Giving Kirk a blowjob:3

When?

Kirk taking pictures of Lars whenever he can

Bassist love

THAT big!

✨️Observation✨️

Gorgeous hair

Day talking

Done this all by myself!

Energetic

Eepy young James:>

Megadeth

Outside

Interview

Dirty headcanons

Sex tape

Speechless

Nirvana

Cover Girl

Picnic

Hanoi Rocks

Goodnight, beautiful

The worst they can say is no

Razzle and Michael<3

Sami thinks his life is ruined

Just cute;3

Drumstick hitting

According to Razzle...

Aerosmith:

Fast

Assorted:

You're beautiful