#so i only had eepy on my mind

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[luciality]

i miss being hikineet life was less miserable then.

[deansbeer]

JUST NEED YOU

minors do not interact.

꒰ beware! includes ╱ smut, fem!reader, gentle eepy sex, whimpering, unprotected sex (wrap ur shit), soft praising, mentions of exhaustion.

꒰ ‎@ kari is typing! this was collecting dust in my google docs, and i just had to share <3 i never posted it before because i was focused on other things! so yeah :)

you're half-asleep when the door creaks open. the soft shuffle of boots on hardwood reaches your ears, followed by the heavy thud of a duffel bag dropped just inside the doorway. the clock on your nightstand reads 2:38 a.m. and still, you manage to rouse at the sound of him. it's instinct by now — your body always knows when dean's home.

you don't get up. you don't need to. the bed dips moments later under his weight, and the familiar scent of leather, gunpowder, and a hint of old motel soap clings to him like a second skin. he's quiet, careful not to wake you all the way, but you can feel the tension rolling off him in thick, tired waves. the kind of weight that only comes from a long hunt — the kind that leaves bruises on his skin and deeper ones somewhere you can't always reach.

his rough palms find your bare thigh under the sheets, and he exhales shakily, forehead pressing against your shoulder. you hum, still hazy with sleep, but your hand moves to rest gently over his where it clutches your hip.

"baby…" he breathes, voice hoarse and frayed, like he hasn't spoken in hours. maybe he hasn't. "can i—fuck, i just… i need to feel you."

you blink sleepily, heart aching at the desperation in his voice. there's no heat behind the words, not the usual flirtation or cocky edge — just exhaustion. longing. like maybe the only thing keeping him from unraveling completely is the thought of being inside you, even if only for a moment.

"yeah," you whisper, barely audible. you reach back to brush your fingers through his hair, damp and messy from the rain or shower, you can't tell. "of course, my love."

he doesn't waste time. he slips out of his jeans, the rest of his clothes discarded in a lazy heap on the floor. his hands aren't steady — they tremble slightly as he pushes the covers down and climbs over you, slotting himself between your legs like he's done a hundred times before, only this time he's quiet. reverent. like he's scared you'll vanish if he blinks too long.

you're already wet for him — the kind of natural readiness that comes from loving him, wanting him, knowing him this deeply. he groans softly when he slides in, inch by aching inch, and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

"shit," he whispers, body shuddering as he bottoms out. "babydoll, sweetheart… you feel so good. always so good."

you wrap your arms around his shoulder blades, legs parting wider to cradle him closer, letting him have you however he needs. there's no rush, no frantic rhythm. just the slow, aching press of his hips and the broken little sounds he makes into your skin.

"missed this," he murmurs, barely coherent. "missed you. fuck, i don't deserve you."

you hush him gently, fingers carding through his hair as he moves inside you with slow, needy thrusts. his body is heavy over yours, warm and solid, the kind of weight you never mind bearing. you can feel him falling apart in your arms — each whimper, each whispered praise like a crack in his armor.

"you're perfect," he breathes, mouth brushing against your jaw. "always take me so good, like you were made for me."

"i was," you whisper back, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "you know i was."

he lets out a choked sound at that, hips stuttering as he presses deeper, slower. his hands are holding you like he's scared you'll slip through his fingers — one at your waist, the other cradling your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone.

"i love you," he says it like a confession, like he means it more now than ever. "i love you so much it fuckin' hurts."

you can feel him getting close, his body tensing, breath faltering. your own body responds in kind, warmth blooming low in your belly as he presses his forehead to yours.

"come for me, baby," you murmur, lips brushing his. "just let go. i've got you."

he falls apart with a soft, broken whimper, burying himself deep as he spills inside you. his whole body trembles with it, and he clings to you like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this world.

and maybe, in that moment, you are.

he doesn't pull out not right away. just stays there, breathing you in, holding you like he's afraid to let go.

you press a kiss to his temple, whispering soft things into his skin until his breathing slows, until the weight of the world finally slips off his shoulders and he lets himself rest.

you fall asleep like that, tangled together, his body still connected with yours, the chaos in his mind finally going quiet.

[puptrefied]

currently thinking about sleepy sex with ellie :(

cw - somno.

　ellie who cannot keep her hands to herself even while she's falling asleep, needs it. the warmth, needs the feeling of your skin, she needs to be as close as humanly possible if not more.

you barely had any time to get under the covers before her hands automatically found their way under your shirt, palm on your stomach to tug you closer—calloused fingers stroked lazy shapes against your skin. her front flush against your back, lips messily meeting your shoulder with a low hum.

baby had to wake up earlier than usual for patrol and was so fucking tiredddd </3

“my hand's not cold…” the sound of her voice was muffled against your back and as much as she denies it, her hand is definitely cold, freezing I dare to say. this woman is an ice cube most of the time. with that body temperature she might as well be liquid nitrogen pretending to be a person.

( and she takes advantage of it to cuddle. )

“ellie, I swear—get your hand away,” you shot back, trying to squirm away from her cold grip, but it only made her tighten her hold, pulling you even closer.

“mm, stop moving,” she whined, her tone dipping into that sleep-drunk whimper that made your resolve crumble most of the time. “you’re warm… feels nice.” her nose nuzzled the back of your neck, lips brushing your skin.

ugh, so stubborn and clingy.

don't blame her if she starts to grind against your ass while spooning, she just wants to be warm! and honestly it's her body acting purely out of instinct.

it's not just to fuck, it's to soothe herself to sleep.

her hips moved in small, unthinking rolls, completely involuntary, like her body was acting on autopilot. she wasn’t fully there—her needy murmurs were barely coherent, breath hot against your neck as she clung tighter.

even if there's no direct contact she lets out little, groany whimpers on your neck while her hand stills its movements every now and then. hazy mind unable to focus on doing multiple things at once. she's awful at multitasking when eepy.

all she can think about is feels good feels good feels good and how her hand goes to grip your hips, you could be dead asleep and her body keeps moving. the hot, tingly feeling in ellie's lower abdomen making her unable to stop. she'll apologize for her horny actions in the morning with extra kisses!

if you're awake enough to turn around though? oh, she goes insane.

puffy lips finding your own in an instant, the kiss sloppy and desperately uncoordinated. she goes at it like she's starved, like she'll die in her sleep if she doesn't kiss ( eat ) you right now. her thigh situates itself in-between yours to rub there, feeling the already sticky mess dripping from the fabric of your underwear onto her skin. she’s so grateful for every decision she took in her life that led her to wear shorts as PJs.

the movements don't have any pace or rhythm—she's too tired for that—but they don't stop, she doesn't want them to and the little sounds you make show that you don't want that either.

she feels your thighs clench around hers and the way your hand grips her shirt, the smooth skin on her thigh coated with arousal.

“that's good…” ellie slurred while the wet, messy open-mouthed kisses trail down your neck. they start to go a bit slower and less frequent than before as she grows more and more tired. the whiny sighs slipping from your lips sound like a lullaby to her barely conscious brain.

her panties are still soaked but her poor body can't keep going for longer. her own orgasm will have to wait until tomorrow because she's out like light the second you come.

night night. ♡

masterlist

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Sleep

a/n did this need to be this long? No. But is it impossible to not make everything slightly sexual with these eepy boys? Yes. Someone needs to take my phone away. I also have exhaustion fever so this is actually a fever dream. Edited version.

summary: Sleep token with a model reader (preferably fem, but you can totally make it gn) like she's not a famous model, but like she's good at what she does and so eepy boys are like, "ooh they make good sht what if we hire her for an album cover or something"

warning: slightly sexual….?

sleep token boys x reader

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“You’re looking at her like she’s the last supper," ii snorted after a while of watching Vessel practically drool over you. The post-show gatherings were rare. Well, the ones where the team could bring plus ones were. Boys usually stuck around for a quick photo, their way of showing how much they appreciated everyone’s work before they disappeared into the privacy of the back rooms. But not today. And for the very first time, it felt worth it.

“She might be," iii snickered, his eyes equally as pleased with the sight in front of him. “Let me clean your drool”, iv brings a napkin towards Vessel’s lips, one that the lead singer is quick to push away. “She would fit the next album," it’s barely a whispers, but they all fix their gaze on you now.

“I’ve seen her around," iii mutters, trying to think where it was, but the sea of people after a while just goes mushy. “Yeah, because you’ve been liking her pictures," iv says, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if that’s not weird. How the fuck would you know that?”, but the look iii shoots at his bandmate is met with a middle finger. "Vess, we already have the shoot planned for Friday”, ii is quick to interfere. He is always the most put-together one, making sure the plan stays where it should, once the ground rules are placed. "Yeah, but I don’t like what we got,"  Vess waves his hand around, “We need her," and here it is, no longer a maybe but the tone of a man who had set his mind. 

“She could be sleep”, it’s almost a plea as Vess looks among the guys. “Look at her."  Crocking his head to the side, Vess once again lets himself shamelessly admire you. “The hair, the skin, and the eyes, look at her eyes." As if feeling all four sets of eyes burning into your skin, you finally glance their way. And it’s as if, with your gaze alone, you had set off the panic. “Don’t look, don’t look,"  Vess hisses, head down, with iii grasping for his beer that nearly slipped through his fingers. “How old are we, three?”, iv hisses, placing his bottle down, before stepping forward. "Ivy,"  Vess catches his arm, but iv only gives him a serious look before adding, “This is creepy; we need to go talk to her, not gawk like a pack of creeps”. 

You watch him approach you. The confidence oozing off him feels infectious. As if the whole room is pulsing to the beat of him. "Hey," he says as he slides down the booth to get closer to you. "Hi," you greet him, smiling, as you shoot him a little wave. “Never seen you before," his voice is smooth, steady, and perky enough to make you guess that he’s smirking beneath the mask. “Is that why you were staring?”, you ask, watching his eyes. He chuckles lightly before lifting his hands up, “Caught red-handed." And you can’t help but chuckle alongside him. 

“I don’t know if you know...", iv starts after a moment. "Who you are?", you finish for him, and he visibly halts. Because that had been exactly what he was going to ask. “I do; I’m friends with Sam,"  you point to the man in question, who’s posing for a picture with a mask as well. 

“Lucky son of a bitch," iv mutters, watching him for a moment before pulling his gaze back to you. A slight silence falls. “Join us for a drink,"  he says, nodding towards the table he came from. You gaze there, earning a salute from ii. iii just lifts his bottle up. It’s Vess, whose eyes you can’t see, but you know that they are set on you. “Is this a kidnapping?”, you look up at iv. “Most definitely,"  he nods, and you’re quick to follow his actions. “Alright then.”

It feels as if an unexpectedly found puzzle piece that fit to Vess as he watches you in the glass little pool. The mesh material of your dress is soaked and floating all around you. And the rain installation slowly turning from clear to pitch black. Drowning you out in darkness. “That’s it,"  he hears the director shout, “Look up." But Vessel doesn’t even look at the actual footage the camera is getting; his gaze is glued on you. An actual vision in front of him. 

“She’s fucking good; you've got to give her that,"  ii mumbles as he too watches the shoot. All of them are here. They were never here for shit like this, but today they were almost first. “I need a picture with her; can we get her in some promo shit too?”, iii once again pushes the narrative he had been trying to shove down everyone’s throats the moment you agreed. “She might not want to,"  Vess trails off. “Have you asked?”, iii nudges him, like a kid who’s not getting the exact candy he was looking for. 

“Can you get horny from watching someone…", iii changes his tone, but iv is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth. “If you make her feel weird, I will de-ball you myself,"  he hisses, giving him a little shove. The crew helps you step out before someone is quick to drape a dry towel over your shoulders. “Here to investigate your investment?”, you shoot them a smile, surprised to see them here. Mostly because everyone reassured you that they would not be here. 

“I like to follow the process,"  Vessel blurts out. “Hope it’s up to your liking,"  you mutter right as he brushes the strand of hair away from your face. “More than exceeded my expectations." His words throw you off center for a heartbeat before a smile spreads across your face. “Mind taking more pictures?”, iv nods your way. Your shoulders sag lightly as you glance at the screen, “You don’t like these?” “Oh shit, not like that, I mean with us,"  he quickly adds. You look at them. Blinking slowly. “But you... you don’t take pictures like that,"  you frown slightly. You’ve read through the papers their management sent out this morning. There was the underlined part that said no content regarding bad members would be taken. “Just feel like changing shit up,"  Vess glances at the setup. “This won’t do, but I have an idea.”

What follows after that is a slight madman frenzy. You watch Vess explain exactly what he wants from the production team. Going as far as scribbling the placement of objects on paper. “Is he always like this?”, you ask after a moment. “Passionate?”, ii ask, and you’re quick to nod. “When inspiration strikes, yes," iii nods along. “He pretty much fell out of a second-floor bunk in the middle of the night once because a lyric came up in his head and he had nowhere to write it down."  A chuckle slips from ii’s lips, and you can’t help but glance at him. Having him be so talkative feels like a gift in a way. “That’s beautiful,"  you muse, “loving something so much." The boys simply hum in response before the makeup and clothes department ushers them in. 

“Vess will direct it from now; follow his lead; and don’t overthink it,"  the lady walking you back on stage, brushes your hand in reassurance. The place is a lot dimmer now. Yet the lights reflect off the water just as beautifully. There’s a drum set in the middle of the set, with extra support beams intact too. You frown slightly as you hand the tower off to your makeup artist. “Do you mind lying down?”, Vessel asks. “In the water?”, you ask, but Vess is quick to shake his head. “On the drums." You swallow, glancing at ii, who’s already standing by his seat. "Sure," you breathe out, stepping onto the rearranged platforms. His eyes follow your every move, and he’s quick to gesture to his chair, no doubt as a step stool for you to get on. 

“Let me help you," ii says, taking hold of your hands before steadying your steps. “Won’t I break it?", you ask, looking at the drums. “It’s a fake; even if it breaks, it doesn’t matter."  The smoothness of II's voice sends shivers down your spine as you step onto the drums before slowly lowering yourself down. ii’s hands stay nearby, you can feel their warmth but not their touch. Your eyes lock right as you sprawl out. Letting the top of your body bend over the set. 

"Fuck."  It’s so quiet and low that you’re sure you’ve imagined it. Someone warns you about the water before your body and the drums are drenched. “I’ll only hit the plates; don’t get spooked out," ii warns you, yet you don’t have a chance to answer. The drizzle picks up, you gaze up, meeting his eyes, and the sound around you erupts, alongside the flashes of the camera. It goes like that for a couple of minutes. It feels like forever and then a blink of your imagination. And then you’re being pulled back up. “Good?”, ii mutters. You nod, and he mimics your movement. “Good. It will be hard not to see you every time I look at my drums now,"  he admits before stepping aside, the prep team swarming all around you. Making your head dizzy. 

Someone’s saying something about how sets with guitars will be less challenging, and you catch the sight of iii stepping on with a mask you hadn’t yet seen. “Scary?”, he chuckles. "No,"  you say, shaking your head, feeling slightly breathless. “It’s... mesmerizing." He lets out a low laugh. “That’s a first." And within a heartbeat, you’re sitting in the water with iii towering over you. Your hands are snaking up his legs and lower stomach as you arch your head up to watch his face. There’s no way to read his emotions. However, the vein in his neck says enough. You’re aware of the flashes, but it’s as if that part of reality is not there. iii’s body disappears after a while, and then he’s right there, inches from your face, leaning forward to look right at you. 

iv strolls in almost immediately after. Sharing a look with iii as they pat each other on the shoulder. And then the man built on confidence is right in front of you. “Care for a cuddle?”, he muses, sitting down in the water and spreading his legs apart. You just stare at him. Feeling your head spin. “Do I need to sit you down?”, he shoots you a daring look, and you instantly sink to your knees. “You minx,"  he says, shaking his head, “Come on, lean against my chest." You follow his lead, sliding between his legs and letting your back rest against his chest. He pulls his guitar in front of you two. Your fingers slip onto his thighs, then slowly upon his arms and towards his guitar. Before you look up, to find his blue orbs watching you with unmatched insanity. “Get why you left II and III in shambles now,"  he says, ever so slightly brushing his masked lips against your ear. 

You feel in a trance by the time you see Vessel standing behind his keyboard stand. “Do you mind?”, you’re not sure what exactly he’s referring to, but you shook your head. And then you instantly regret not asking because his hands are around your waist as he lifts you onto the keyboard. You let out a slight shriek, and his face instantly turns to you. “It’s okay, it’s okay; just didn’t expect that,"  you’re quick to reassure him. “Just do what feels natural,"  Vess mutters before turning to step in front of the keyboard. You pull one of your legs up, bending it beneath you, and turn slightly so you can face him better. His fingers move over the keys, head down. You watch him for a moment before slowly reaching out. Fingers brushing the exposed part of his face before ever so slightly inching beneath the mask as you turn his face towards you. Trying to figure out why a man of such talent and power wasn’t all that quick to take control. 

“How much freaky is too freaky?”, you ask him. Vess crocks his head to the side before asking, “Have you seen us on stage?” You smirk, bring your other leg over the keyboard, spreading your legs enough to make room for Vessel to stand in between. “Own it then,"  you say, reaching for his hands, moving one to your hip and placing the other in the middle of your chest. “The question here is, what keys are you playing, Vess?” You stare right at him before leaning back. He’s quick to steady you. Leaving his hands where you had placed them before lifting the one resting on your chest up as if he’s pulling your soul out of your body, right as you arch your back. “Fucking vision, fucking sleep,"  Vess grunts under his breath, drinking in the sight of you. 

The photograph shouts cut, and you let yourself breathe for a moment before holding onto Vessel’s forearms as you pull yourself up. “You are something else,"  he grunts, helping you down, and you can tell that his hands linger. “They do say that I’m good at what I do."  You wink at him. “Wrapping four grown men around your finger, you mean?”, he smirks at you before nodding to the side. You glance up only to find three sets of eyes looking at you as if you had been a vision sent by god, or maybe the devil himself. 

[aerynwrites]

Rain

Sebastian (SDV) x fem!Reader

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A/N: idk what this is y'all LMAOOO. i love it, it's cute, it's fluffy, and I am apparently in my emo boy phase because between this video game emo boy and the emo eepy bois of sleep token they all have me in a chokehold i swear to god. Anyways. hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none.

Summary: You propose to Sebastian after waiting much longer than intended.

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You always knew you were an impatient person. It’s just in your nature. 

Which is…probably not a great quality to have as a farmer, considering how much waiting there is to do in this profession. Waiting for crops to grow. Waiting for animals to mature. Waiting for the kegs to ferment, waiting, waiting, waiting…

Well you didn’t want to wait for this. 

You knew very quickly into your relationship with Sebastian that you wanted him to be in your future. But you had taken things slow for once, that worry in the back of your mind that you didn’t want to hold him back. 

He always talked about wanting to go back to the city, to get out of Stardew valley…You almost pulled away when he had mentioned that to you. But then, not even a few weeks later you’d found him at the beach, rain pouring down from the sky and soaking him clean through from where he stood on the pier.  The rain was so loud he didn’t even hear you approach on the rickety wooden boards of the docks.

“You’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful!” You call to him, shielding your eyes from the downpour with your hand. 

Sebastian turns to you then, dark hair plastered to the sides of his face as his brows raise in surprise at your appearance. But he smiles anyways, hands tucked into the pocket of his sweatshirt. 

“You’re one to talk,” he says as you move to stand beside him. “You’re out here, same as me. I’m surprised actually.” 

You look at him from the side of your eye. “Surprised?”

Sebastian shrugs, eyes turning back to watch the black storm clouds rolling over the ocean. 

“Most people don’t like the rain. They’d rather stay inside next to a warm fire or tucked into bed.”

You shift your weight slightly, the boards creaking beneath you. “But not you?”

He shakes his head. 

“No, I…I like the rain. It’s comforting, I guess,” he begins pausing for a long moment before continuing. 

“I get anxious around people,” he admits. “It’s why I spend so much time in my room or in this case, the rain.” He chuckles, the sound trailing off as he finally turns to look around you. 

“But I don’t feel that way around you.”

Warmth spreads across your cheeks at his words, a stark contrast to the chilling rain pelting your skin. 

“Sebastian..” You trail off as he waves his hand, a blush of his own tinting his cheeks as he turns to grab an umbrella he had laying at his feet. 

He pushes it open, shielding himself from the downpour before he motions to you. 

“Come on, there’s room enough for both of us.” 

You oblige immediately, scooting closer a few small steps at a time until your side is pressed into his own, a familiar arm snaking around your waist as you both huddle beneath the umbrella. 

“I feel safe with you too,” you say softly, the only acknowledgment he hears you being a small hum in his chest. 

That was months ago now. 

After that, you’d been brave enough to give him a bouquet, heart bursting with delight when he accepted the colorful flowers, warm lips gracing your cheek as he did so. And it wasn’t long after that when he took you on a ride on his bike just outside Zuzu city. 

When he revealed to you that he might not feel called to the city after all. When he chose you. 

You were certain then of your decision. 

But no matter how many times you checked the beach that following winter, the damn mariner was no where to be found. Days turned into weeks, which turned into months which started to drag by in agonizing torture for you. 

At least Sebastian seemed happy. 

You tried to stop by and see him as often as you could between your running around. And every time he was elated to see you as you were to see him. Sweet words falling from his lips before you both caught up talking about your days or talking about nothing at all. 

Impatience. 

It truly was the bane of your existence. 

Because as happy as you were with how things are, you want more. 

Which is what brought you here now, smile nearly splitting your cheeks in half as you gallop through the rain on your horse, the delicate shell pendant clinking softly in your pocket. 

It’s spring time now, and you almost broke your streak of checking the beach today because of the downpour happening. But something told you to go, a feeling so strong, it urged you from your cabin without so much as a raincoat and onto your horse to head to the beach. The rain almost stung as you raced down the familiar path, chest bursting with excitement as you spot the strange man stand beneath the protection of the trees on the beach. 

You dismount just a few feet from him, and he gives you a knowing look as you approach, saying not a word as you hand him his payment. He places the necklace in your hand gently, the blue shell practically sparkling, even in the dim light of this stormy day. 

It’s then that you speak, confusion tugging at your brow. 

“You said last time I wasn’t ready,” you say to him, recalling your previous attempt to buy the pedant. “Why now?”

The older man smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“It’s easy to tell when someone’s in love.” 

You’d turned and raced away without another word, only a wave goodbye to the mariner as your horse’s hooves dig deep into the sand as you depart. 

The rain soaks through you completely as you move through town, your excitement never fading even as you fail to find Sebastian in all his usual spots. Gus even gave you a worried look as you all but burst into the saloon, dripping onto his floor before turning and leaving without a words when you didn’t see your partner. 

You’re now leaving Robin’s place, not finding Sebastian there either, and deciding to go and check Sam’s when you see him trudging up the path in front of the community center. He’s not wearing a rain coat either, or carrying an umbrella, so he’s just as soaked as you are when you climb down from your horse and call out his name. 

“Seb!” 

He looks up at you then, and your suddenly brought back to that day on the docks all those months ago. His hair plastered to his face agin, water dripping down the tip of his nose and gathering on his lashes. 

And in this moment, you’ve never been more sure of a course of action in your life. 

He says your name in question as you approach, but cuts himself off as you launch yourself into his arms, laughter escaping your lips without control.

“What are you doing?” He asks, chuckles of his own slipping from his lips as he pulls away just enough to look at you. “Why are you out in the rain?” He smirks, “You’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful.”

His words mimic your own, and your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

“You’re one to talk,” you repeat, back to him. “You’re out here, same as me.”

He laughs at this, cheeks tinted pink once again, as he squeezes you in his arms. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”

“I do,” you say, reaching one hand down into your pocket, fingers brushing the smooth shell hidden there. “But I…I have a reason for being out here today, at least.”

Sebastian’s brows furrow at this, looking at you questioningly. “Looking to get away?” 

You shake your head, chuckling lightly. “The opposite actually. I was looking for you.” 

His lips quirk upwards slightly. “Me? What do you need?”

You reach up with your free hand, cradling his cheek as your other hand pulls the necklace from your pocket. “You. I’ve always just needed you,” you say softly, bringing the pendant up between you, unfurling your fingers to reveal it. “If you’ll have me.”

You watch the next few moments as if they were in slow motion. 

Sebastians eyes widen in surprise, the red tint on his cheeks getting even darker before the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him splits his lips. 

And then he’s kissing you, lips warm against yours in the cool rain as his arms wrap around you and he’s spinning you through the air. You can’t stop the surprised yelp that slips past your lips at the unexpected moment, laughter quickly following as he slows to a stop and takes your face in his hands to kiss you one last time. 

“I accept,” he says softly, lips brushing your own. 

You smile wide, pulling away just enough to place the necklace over his head, watching at the crystal blue shell stands out against the black of his hoodie. 

And as you look back up to him, his smile small but loving as water continues to soak you both. 

You suddenly know that you love the rain too. 

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VIII

Welcome back to part 8 of Fall For Me! A strange dream, reader goes to camp, and more sweet moments with the eepy Bois this chapter! Thank you so much for reading, if you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Brief mention on hunting practices NOT PROOFREAD

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When you woke up your head felt like it was in a fog, the edges of your vision slightly blurry as you looked around the room. Your bare feet dropped to the floor, you shivered as you stood from your bed, it was a lot colder in here than you remember it being. You paused at your doorway, something wasn't right. Despite the fact you had crossed the entire expanse of your bedroom there wasn't a single creaking floorboard or footstep to be heard. You look back at your bed only to find your body still laying there. “What the hell?” You mutter softly to yourself. You walk over to your still sleeping form, your shoulders rising and falling with every even breath as you lie motionless beneath the covers.

“Don't worry, you'll be able to re enter your body when we're done here.” You jumped at the sudden voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Its tone is both a whisper and a deafening howl, the sound high pitched and somehow also impossibly low.

“God?” You ask with a confused expression.

The voice laughs, “I guess you could say that.” The silence that surrounded you was deafening as the voice faded out, it was so quiet you could hear your blood rushing in your ears, no ambient sound existed in whatever plane you had been snatched into. “Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.”

You shot up in bed with a sharp gasp, your lungs burning like you had been holding your breath. Your alarm was blaring on your night stand, 8 in the morning, you had an hour until you opened. You got out of bed, listening carefully for the sound of your footsteps against the floor to make sure you really had returned from wherever the hell you had gone in your dreams. “I'm going crazy, I'm actually losing my mind.” You argue with your reflection in the mirror. “Some mysterious voice coming from my subconscious about trusting Vessel, of course I trust him. But what the hell is the way he's supposed to be showing me?” You decided to drop it for now with an annoyed groan, flying through your morning routine and jogging downstairs just as 9 o'clock rolled around. The day flew by, the steady stream of customers helping to distract you from the weird dream you had. You were just about to lock the door when the all too familiar pickup truck pulled into the lot. You smiled, pushing the door open and leaning against it as you waited to see just who had stopped by to visit tonight. You were a bit surprised to see II jump out of the cab unaccompanied, usually when he was sent to make supply runs he always had one of the others in tow. He strides over to you, reaching out to pull you into an embrace the moment you were close enough.

“I have a question for you.” He states softly once he pulls back, his hands still resting comfortably on your waist.

“And what might that be?” You smile, subconsciously leaning into him.

“Would you be comfortable coming back to camp with me?” You paused the moment the question fell from his lips. “Vessel already knows I'm inviting you, he's the one that brought it up in fact.” II chuckles, knowing exactly where your mind had wandered.

“I would love to.” He waits patiently for you to lock up, his hand slipping into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you chat idly on your way back to the truck. You slid across the worn leather bench seat, II hopping behind the wheel not long after. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in to press a clothed kiss to your cheek.

“Are you warm enough?” You nod, letting your head fall to rest against his shoulder as he starts driving. His thumb languidly trailed back and forth across your shoulder, every so often he would glance down at you to see if you were still awake. You wound down endless back roads, slowly pushing your way down paths that had long since been forgotten until the group had ventured this far out into the woods. II attempted to dodge raised roots and potholes without much success, the makeshift road being filled with craters that rattled the pair of you around in the cab. You were thankful when the dirt path finally smoothed out, the trees opening up to reveal a large clearing with four cabins evenly spaced out around the circle. You recognized minimal details of it from the pictures you had seen in the paper. The cabin opposite the entrance was surrounded by flower beds of various sizes and states of growth, some containing a painter's palette of wildflowers, others filled with various crops that seemed to be growing very successfully. “That's IV’s cabin.” II must've noticed your impressed stare. “I will warn you though, if you compliment him on his gardening it will make him really flustered, so do with that information what you will.” He chuckles.

“Do you all have different jobs?” You ask curiously, II nods his confirmation.

“IV is the main one in charge of produce. III’s a fairly decent hunter, that's where we get the majority of the meat we eat. I’m in charge of the finances.” He lists off everyone's role around the camp. “And Vessel… well he's our spiritual advisor for a lack of a better term.” He chuckles. He pulls the truck up alongside a cabin that was more set back from the rest, it's dark wood almost blending in with the treeline.  “He’s in the middle of something, I'll take you to IV.” He smiles at you. He motions for you to wait, jogging around the front of the truck to open your door for you. He bows his head slightly as he offers his hand, you can't help but laugh softly at his actions.

“What a gentleman.” You grin at him.

“For you, only the best.” He winks. Your hand slips into his, his skin cool against yours. His eyes stay locked on your form as you hop down from the truck, the moment your feet hit the ground he's tugging you into his side, wanting to keep you as close as possible. “I'd like to be able to spend some time alone with you later, if that's alright.” The corners of your mouth quirk up in a smile at the slight nervousness you picked up in his voice. You glance up at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before pushing yourself up to place a kiss to his cheek.

“I'd love to.” You whisper in his ear with a coy smile. Your attention was stolen by IV calling your name from across the clearing. II places a hand against the small of your back, gently nudging you in his direction. You meet him in the middle, giggling as he flings his arms around you and spins you in a hug.

“I missed you.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, you found your cheeks growing warmth at the genuine joy in his voice.

“You did?” You ask softly.

“Yeah.” Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel him gently knead at the softness of your waist. His eyes nervously dart from yours, tracing over a pattern he had found in the grass as he sucks in a deep breath. “I, um, I didn't get to say everything I wanted to you the other day.” You waited patiently for him to continue, seeing how nervous he was about choosing exactly the right words was honestly endearing in your eyes. “Do you think we could sit down and talk?”

“Of course we can, wherever you like.” You smile softly at him. He hesitantly removed his hand from your waist, carefully taking your hand and studying your reaction to make sure he wasn't doing too much too quickly. He led you to his cabin, shutting the door behind him and watching you with delight as you looked around curiously at all the small knick knacks and trinkets he had littered around the small space. His heart races when his eyes meet yours, he would never get tired of seeing the way your whole face lit up when you smiled.

“I want you to know that I really like you.” He blurts out, unable to stop the confession from coming out. “I might not be as experienced as the others, and I might take things slowly, but that's just because I don't want to mess this up.” His bright blue eyes scan over your features as he waits for you to respond.

“IV, I'm not worried about moving too slow or too fast, or whether or not you're experienced. I think you're very sweet, handsome, fun,” every compliment was punctuated with you taking another step closer to him. “I like you too, I want to see where things go, and I'm very excited to see how we get there.” He breathes out a relieved chuckle.

“I just don't want you to think that I'm not as interested as the others.” His arms slide around your waist, your instinctually slipping over his shoulders as he pulls you into him. His fingers ghost over your cheek, you lean into his touch, allowing him to carefully cradle your face in his hand. “You're so beautiful, every moment I've gotten to spend with you has been nothing short of amazing.” Your cheeks grow warm as he continues his assault of compliments. He seemed relieved to have gotten that off his chest, the usual playful glimmer returning to his expression.

“Well, I look forward to spending more time with you.” His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before he hesitantly pulled away. He clears his throat, his eyes trailing to the window.

“Did you get to see the garden at all?” He asks, a slight nervous tremor in his voice.

“A little, but I'd love to see it up close. You have a very impressive green thumb IV.” He taps the toe of his boot against the cabin floor.

“It's nothing special.” He rebuttals bashfully. “But, it's definitely a lot better than what we started out with.” He starts to head towards the door, your hand slipping effortlessly into his as you trailed after him. He brought you to the edge of the flowerbeds, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to keep you close to his side as he pointed to all the various different types of produce and flowers he was growing, slipping in small fun facts every so often.

“I don't know how you can say this isn't anything special IV, this is incredible. You've really done an amazing job.” He froze, swallowing thickly as he looked down at you.

“Thank you, love.” He says softly. A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you watch his eyes slowly trace over your features. “Can I take you on a date sometime?” You can't help but giggle at the question.

“I would love that.” You feel him squeeze your waist, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he returns your smile. You both jumped slightly as someone shouted from across the field. II had III in tow, the taller man dropping off his pack of hunting supplies before quickly making his way over to you. IV leans down, placing a kiss to the top of your head before stepping away. You smiled as III approached, your heart immediately pounding in your chest at the sight of the streaks of sweat that had broken down his black body paint. You were unable to stop your gaze from raking across his exposed torso. Your cheeks grew warm as your eyes snapped back up to meet his, immediately noticing the playful glimmer in his expression. You nearly stumbled backwards as III’s long strides quickly landed him right in front of you, a strong hand landing on your waist to steady you as he caught your chin between his fingers with the other. Your eyes dart to anywhere but his, trying your best to hide your flustered state.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” He chuckles. “How are you beautiful?” You manage to squeak out a ‘good’ in response. III leans down, the fabric of his mask soft against your skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Have you shown her around at all?” He asked IV, his hand still lingering on your waist as he pulled away.

“Just a bit of the garden.” IV responds.

“Think we should give her the grand tour?” II suggests.

“I don’t see why not.” IV immediately perks up at the idea. You reach out, taking hold of IV’s hand, giving him a coy smile as you cuddle up to his side.

“Well, lead the way boys.” II and III share an amused look over IV’s surprised expression. It takes him a moment before he finally relaxes, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he brings your knuckles to his lips.

It had been less than a year since they had arrived in town and the progress they had already made at their camp was nothing short of incredible. IV had grown a whole storehouse of crops, all of which were expertly preserved in order to maintain the four of them easily throughout the winter and early spring. You learned that he was hoping to learn how to make preserves out of the vast amounts of berries in the area. III showed you some of his easier to navigate hunting trails, explaining that he only hunts as needed and how important to him it is to use the entire animal whenever possible. The four of you wandered down trails, each of them pointing out spots where they would like to go to read or play music. “We should plan a day to hike out to the lake.” IV suggests.

“Maybe next summer, it’s a little too cold for that now.” II responds. “I definitely think we should at some point though, I really think you’d like it there.” You smile as III places a kiss to the top of your head, his presence at your side immediately being replaced by II who wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you continued walking. You had noticed how the three of them almost seemed to be taking turns being next to you, the thought alone was enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“I was wondering where you all went.” Your heart immediately began to race at the sound of Vessel’s voice. You turn to find him leaning in the doorway of his cabin, “love, would it be alright if I stole you for a second?” He nods for you to follow him inside his cabin.You swallow thickly, feeling nervous despite the fact you knew you had to reason to worry. You’re snapped from your thoughts by II pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I’ll go start dinner while you’re in there.” He gives you a gentle nudge in Vessel’s direction, prompting you forward. He towered over you from his position leaning in the doorway, offering you his hand once you were in reach and guiding you inside. The inside of his cabin was simple; a small wooden desk with a chair sat in front of the window, a perfectly made bed with black sheets sat against the opposite wall, the large piece of furniture the focal point of the room. Across the room from where you stood you noticed a bookshelf tucked into the corner, the shelves filled with journals, textbooks, and various decks of cards. You could feel Vessel studying you, he watched your body language carefully, trying to gauge exactly how you were feeling in this very moment.

You jumped as he suddenly shut the door, a soft chuckle escaping him at the sight. “There’s no need to be so tense, love.” He steps up to your side, trailing a finger along the edge of your jaw as he leans down close to your ear. “I’m not that scary, am I?” He purrs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m just a little on edge today, I guess.” You laugh softly.

“And why’s that?” He keeps you close to him as he moves. Settling himself on the edge of his bed, his hands coming comfortably to rest on the curve of your waist as he holds you in front of him. You feel his fingers gently push into you, moving you closer to him without much effort. The front of your thighs presses against the edge of his plush mattress, Vessel’s long legs caging you in on either side. You still had to look up slightly to be face to face with him, knowing you had met his eyes behind the slits of his mask as your heart began to pound in your chest.

“I have a feeling you already know the answer to that.” Your voice trembled as you spoke.

“Smart girl,” he praises, “I see you’re putting the pieces together quickly.” He ponders over what to say for a moment, carefully selecting each word in his mind. “He spoke to you last night, didn’t he?”

“Vessel, what was that?” You answered his question with your own.

“That was Sleep.” He states simply. A bewildered expression formed on your face, Vessel continued speaking before you had a chance to ask any questions. “I for the life of me can’t figure out how to even begin telling you about Sleep.” He admits with a bashful chuckle. “I hate to keep you in the dark, but can I please ask you to wait just a little while longer?” The booming voice echoed in the back of your mind. ‘Trust in Vessel, he’ll show you the way.’ 

“I trust you.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“When the time is right I’ll tell you everything, you have my word.” He promises, his hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb trailing slowly across your skin. The cool material of his mask comes to rest against your forehead. He just held you for a moment, both of you relaxing into the comfortable silence that surrounded you. “I shouldn’t keep you too long, the others will throw a fit.” He says quietly, both of you dissolving into soft laughter.

“Vessel,” he hums in response to you saying his name.

“What is it, love?”

“I really enjoyed our time together the other night.” He froze, seeming almost dumbfounded by the words that had left your mouth.

“You did?” His response comes out timidly, as if he was dancing around those two simple words, worried it was the wrong thing to say. “Maybe… Maybe we could do something like that again sometime then.”

“I’d like that.” You smile softly at him.

Your fingers remained linked with his as he led you across the clearing, the other three members of the group working quickly to make sure everything was set up by the time you reached the table. You were handed a plate of something you didn’t recognize, but it tasted good. Your night became a blur of stolen kisses on your cheeks and laughter that easily bubbled up from your chest. “I believe II had something planned for the two of you tonight.” Vessel suddenly chimes in. “I think we should probably give them some privacy, boys.” He suggests with a patient smile. They each say their respective goodbye’s; IV pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, telling you he’ll see you soon before darting off to his cabin, III pulls you flush against him, lifting his mask just enough to capture your lips with his own. He mumbles a quiet ‘goodnight’ against your lips, his hand lingering on the curve of your waist as he pulls away. You turned to face Vessel, he held out his hand for you to take. “I’ll walk you.” It didn’t take you long to see that II had snuck off to set up a fire, a log pulled the perfect distance away from the flames to sit on. “It looks like you’re in for a nice evening.” You could feel his eyes studying you from behind his mask. “It’s a shame we have to part ways.”

“We still have a couple minutes.” Your eyes dart down to his lips momentarily.

“It almost sounds like you don’t want me to leave.” He responds with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t.” Vessel presses a knuckle below your chin, tilting your face up to allow him the chance to study your features closely.

“Trust me love, if I had it my way I already would have stolen you for myself.” He chuckles, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip. “We’ll have our time… I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers. He cradles your face gently in his hand, his eyes wandering over your features in silence for another moment before he speaks again. “II, make sure she gets home safely.” You hadn’t noticed until Vessel had startled him that II had wandered back in your direction. “Have a good night, beautiful.” A pair of warm lips press against your forehead, and just like before, as quickly as he was there he was gone. A sense of longing ached deep in your chest, one that was quickly pushed down as II’s hands came to rest on your waist. He gently turns you to face him, hand cupping your cheek as his lips ghost over yours. Your eyes flutter shut, your racing thoughts coming to a screeching halt as you let the kiss consume you.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” II mumbles against your lips with a soft chuckle. Heavy, warm fabric is draped across your shoulders, your fingers instinctually reach up to rub along the edge of the thick denim jacket. “I wanted to make sure you were warm enough. It’s a nice night, but it still gets pretty cold out here.” You found yourself cuddled into his side, the campfire keeping you comfortable despite the chill in the air. II excitedly pointed out every constellation he recognized, filling your mind with tales of adventure, the bravest heroes, the most passionate of love stories. “Right there, that’s Andromeda. She’s famous for nearly being eaten by a sea monster because her mother tried to say she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs.” You can’t help but laugh slightly at the absurd story.

“Well, what do you think?” II gives you a curious glance. “Was she prettier than the sea nymphs?”

“She definitely wasn’t as pretty as you.” You stuttered out a shocked sound in response, your cheeks immediately growing warm. “You’re really bad at accepting compliments.” He points out bluntly, a hint of a smile in his tone.

“I’m just not really used to getting them I guess.” You admit with a bashful chuckle.

“You’re unfortunately going to have to get used to that then.” He glances down at you, his bright blue eyes meeting yours and freezing you in place. “You’re beautiful, I’m not about to let you forget that.”

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

LITTLE BEAR!

Baby Series!

❥Platonic Choi Jongho x fem reader

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: big bear moments are here 💞 i'm excited to finally be building on their relationship because i love them, you love them, it's love all around, let's get to it !!!

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: drabbles, angst, fluff

✫彡wordcount: 2k

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: non-linear(most moments have no set place in timeline), unhealthy relationships/trauma collective bonding, stockholm+lima syndrome, fear / anxiety, physical affection, guilt

✩index: little space- a regressed state of mind where someone feels like a child. hyung - a close male friend older than you, used by other males.

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, and baby and seonghwa do NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship at all. everyone in this story needs therapy and LOTS of it.

MDNI.

❝guard dog❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

      "Baby, I really am not in the mood to repeat myself..." Seonghwa's words make Jongho look up immediately. More specifically — the tone of his voice makes his head snap up.

    He's clearly irritated. Not at anything singular, and certainly not at you. But you don't know the difference when you're feeling so little. All you know is that your Mommy is mad, so you're afraid to let him touch you.

     They were learning a particularly difficult dance, and Seonghwa was ready to just go home. But he approached you when his face was still showing his frustration and that made your flight or fight kick in.

     Apparently, you had unlocked a new option after spending so much time with Wooyoung — defensive sass.

    "Good, 'cause I don't wanna hear you again anyway."

    Everyone left in the practice room freezes, you included. You had thought about talking back to him, but you seriously didn't mean to actually do it.

      Jongho is on the way to you already as Seonghwa's face drops further. He's always the first one to move.

     "What did you say, Baby?"

     "M'sorry, Mommy, pl-"

     Seonghwa sighs as Jongho steps in front of you, your wide eyes disappearing behind him. "Jongho," he begins slowly, "don't pull this crap right now."

     Whenever Jongho thinks things are about to escalate, or when they actually do — he always throws himself between the two of you. And he doesn't move. Like a fucking stone wall until things calm down. Seonghwa can scream at him, pull at him, try to reach around him — but Jongho is planted in place to protect you.

    "Hyung, maybe we should take a breath?" San places his hand on Seonghwa's shoulder. "I think you just scared her-"

    "That doesn't mean she can talk back like that!"

   As he feels you grab onto the back of his shirt, Jongho reaches a hand back and takes ahold of yours.

     Telling you without words that he won't be moving until you're safer.

❝today❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Big bear!" You yell as you run into the practice room, having wormed your way out of Seonghwa's arms when you saw him. You didn't see him all weekend.

"Little bear!" He growls playfully as he picks you up, swinging your legs back and forth.

"What day is it?" You ask excitedly as he sets you down. No matter how many times you go through this, it still makes you both happy.

"Well," he taps his chin, "it's today!"

"My favorite!" You hop, hugging him again as Seonghwa chuckles from the side. No matter how many times he watches, it's still as cute as the first time. Your little inside saying from one of the many Winnie the Pooh books you've read together.

"Really? Mine too!"

❝eepy❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

      You have your head laid in Jongho's lap; droopy eyes watching the cartoon movie on his phone, fighting your sleep as he gently scratches your back.

You two are the only ones in the practice room, everyone else gone for the day and he volunteered to stay with you while Seonghwa recorded.

After you yawn for the fifth time in thirty minutes, he asks, "are you sleepy, little bear?"

"Yeahm..." You whine quietly, "how much longer 'til Mommy is done?"

He checks the time and grimaces a bit, "maybe still... a little while."

"Dangs it," you sit up and pout, rubbing your eyes in a way that almost makes him coo. "Him should hurry."

He chuckles softly, "but don't you want him to do good?"

"Yeahm!" You nod with a sudden burst of energy, "you right, him take his time and make a good song!" You grab Seonghwa's bag from beside you and find the emergency pacifier he has inside.

"Are you getting restless, little bear?" He asks as you start nibbling on it. You don't use one all the time, mostly when you're extra anxious or super tired.

" 'Eepy," you mumble from around it, laying back down on the hardwood and using his lap as a pillow. "It's okay I nap?"

"Of course," he smiles softly down at you, rubbing your arm through Seonghwa's fuzzy sweater that you wear.

By the time Seonghwa finally returns, almost an hour later, Jongho has laid down on the floor and maneuvered you ontop of him because you kept grumbling in your sleep. Now, though, you're as comfy as can be. And Jongho doesn't seem to mind either, because he's asleep with his hoodie under his head.

Seonghwa can't help but snap a picture of the adorable-ness, an affectionate smile on his lips.

❝spilled milk❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

     "I'm really sorry," you cry as Jongho cleans up the milk on the floor, the roll of paper towels clutched tightly in your hands as you stand off to the side.

      The jug had busted when you lifted it off the counter. It wasn't your fault at all. But you still felt like it was.

     "It's okay, it's not a-" He pauses as he turns to you for another paper towel. Your tearful eyes and the way you look just about ready to run and hide makes his heart break. "It's not a big deal... really." He moves slowly to get the towels from you, making quick work of the rest of the mess.

    "C'mon, little bear," he takes your hand gently and leads you to his room, reassuring you the whole way, "I'm not mad, I swear."

      You're biting your thumb as he digs through his closet, keeping quiet because that's what you've learned to do to when you're scared.

     You know realistically that you have no reason to be afraid of Jongho, he's the one who protects you! But you feel like at any second Seonghwa will bust through the door and demand to know who let you pour your own drink in the first place, demand to know why your clothes are soaked.

    "Here, you can change into this," he whispers so he doesn't spook you from your thoughts, handing you a large t-shirt. "Those clothes can't be comfy anymore, right?"

     You shake your head a bit, a quiet 'nuh-uh' stuck in your throat. You hate the feeling of clothes sticking to you, so you take the shirt.

"M'sorry, big bear... I didn't mean to make a mess."

"Hey, it's okay," he uses his sleeve to wipe your tears as they start free falling, "I'm not mad at you. You shouldn't cry over spilled milk, haven't you heard that expression? And it wasn't your fault."

His next words come before he can stop them, they've been on his mind for a long time. And they have a heaviness in them that makes you crumble like a cracker.

"None of this is your fault, (Y/n)."

❝bear hug❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

You were crying. That wasn't anything new, to be completely honest. You cry a lot. Your situation is cry-worthy. Nobody blames you.

"I know, Baby," Seonghwa shushes you quietly, rocking you in his lap, "shhh, it's okay. Cry it out."

You had seen someone who looked like your best friend, and it sent you spiraling. Thank goodness you didn't see her before they went on stage, or heaven forbid while they were there. Seonghwa would have refused to leave your side, he would have choked the life out of the nearest person if he came back to see you crying like you are.

The second you started breaking down, Seonghwa whisked you away to a quiet corner of the building where people hardly frequent; giving you the privacy you needed to sob as loudly as your body could handle.

Jongho and Mingi gave you a few long, long, moments before they found you.

Mingi was sat right beside you on the stairs, rubbing your back slowly. And Jongho was leaned against the wall with a small frown.

Seonghwa had whispered to them what happened, and it broke their hearts probably as much as it broke yours. Well — not nearly as much, but still.

You had finally exhausted all of your tears, your sobs stopped by the way Seonghwa leans your head to face the ceiling gently. He knows how to handle your meltdowns like a pro by now. "Better now, Baby?"

You sniffle, giving him the saddest thumbs up they've ever seen.

"Do you want a hug?" Jongho's words have you crawling right out of Seonghwa's lap.

You crash into him and sigh with relief. You always feel safe in his arms. He locks them around you and hugs you tightly, the very definition of a bear hug.

    "Poor little bear," he whispers, closing his eyes as tears threaten to leave them.

    He knows he's part of the reason why you're in so much pain, but he can't stand to think about it. All he can do is try to be a steady rock for you, grounding you with his hug.

❝goosebumps❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Seems a little scary," Seonghwa pouts at the book that Jongho offers him.

"It's for kids," the younger man reassures him, "I looked it up!"

"Big bear!" You come barreling down the hall with San behind you, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Little bear!" Every time you greet him like that, he will always meet it with the same energy.

"It says ages nine to fourteen," Seonghwa puts his phone back on the counter, "her little age is too small for t-"

"Is this for me?"

Damn, Seonghwa thinks. No getting rid of them now that you've seen the pile of books and have an excited glint in your eyes. He can't say no to that.

He sighs quietly before smiling, adding the book in his hands to the collection. "Big bear got them for you."

"You did?! My very own books? Not to borrow?" He lets you borrow a lot, but the only books you 'own' are the few that Seonghwa has; and some of those are off limits.

"Yup! All for you, little bear," he laughs softly as you give him another tight hug before climbing up onto the chair and looking at all of them.

"What do we say, Baby?" Seonghwa hums as he pets your head, eyes locked on your smile with one of his own tugging at his lips.

"Thank you! Oh, 'Goosebumps'... sounds spooky!"

"Don't read them too late, yeah?" Jongho leans against the table, watching you sort through the books, "I'll have to stay up and fight away the nightmares."

❝rest❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

They had a rare week day off, and everyone was sleeping in save for you and Seonghwa. He likes to keep your routine and schedule the same, it's good for you— both of you.

As you're eating breakfast in front of the TV, a rare treat, you hear the deadbolt on the door clunk.

Both of your heads lean back to see who enters.

"Big bear?"

"Hey," he yawns as he waves to you, tossing his keys and kicking off his slippers before shuffling to the couch.

"What're you doing up so early? You should be resting," Seonghwa hums as he takes the last bite of his food.

"I figured I can rest over here with you guys. You got any plans?" Jongho flops down next to you, ruffling your bed head softly.

"No, we're having a lazy day. You're welcome to stay, you know that," he gathers your bowl and yawns as well while he takes them to the sink.

"You don't have to waste the day hanging out with us, big bear," you catch the infectious yawn while stretching out.

"It's not wasted if it's with you, little bear." He says with a sleepy smile, letting you lean into his side and cuddle up.

It's really not. He's come to love spending time with his little bear.

❝LITTLE BEAR!❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

[melikedraw]

He's so beautiful to me I want him in my bed (delusional)

I just HAD to add a version with a self insert bc you know me

Anyways

Noticing the ring on his finger?

Yea we're married now /srs AGHSHAHA (I am being so fr)

Wait let me yap Abt it too

-y/n and gao live tgt for a while now because gao seems like the type to get his s/o to move in w him as soon as possible

- marriage was always on his mind bc he only dates to marry but he expected to be the one asking y/n not the other way around

- y/n has had that ring for at least 2 month but didn't know how to give it to him

- y/n keeps it at the bedside drawer and fiddles with it when they can't sleep

Also

Gaolang is a very routine type person so waking up at an earlier time than his usual, he is very groggy, hence the eepy sleepy

[stretch-writes]

sequel to this post because i've been seeing edits of the catch 22 event where they put the fnaf sound effects over them

You laying in bed and reacting to LADS men recreating the FNAF 2 Withered Foxy jumpscare at you as revenge

Xavier:

imagine if you will. You're in bed, all cozy and warm and eepy. Waiting for your boyfriend to come and cuddle you

The door to your shared bedroom opens to reveal a dark hallway. You can't really see into the darkness.

Then you hear running footsteps, and the image of Xavier jumping towards you out of NOWHERE while that familiar jumpscare sound effect plays from his phone.

You scream and try to dodge, but the blanket keeps you sort-of there, allowing Xavier to tackle you essentially.

He lands onto your legs, then scoots up quickly and lays his head on your chest, hugging you tightly like a koala.

"...What was that, starlight?" You ask.

"Mmm...think of it as a sneak attack." Xavier answers

Zayne:

he probably wouldn't do this honestly. HOWEVER. hear me out on this hypothetical because i think it'd be funny

So you two are vacationing and you're in bed, reading. You put the book down and then lay down more properly

You hear squeaking of someone walking on hardwood floors, so you sit up.

"...Zayne? Honey?"

Next thing you know, the scream plays as your beloved, in red plaid pajamas mind you, practically jumps to land on you.

You scream loudly, and then go "oof!" when he lands on you almost perfectly, half his body on you and half on his side of the bed.

He situates as you sit in shock, his head laying on your stomach and hugging you tightly.

"You scared the shit out of me, Zayne!"

"....Call that payback for when you did that to me."

Rafayel:

oh it would go badly methinks. failboy /j

You're getting ready to sleep in bed, scrolling on your phone.

Suddenly, there's a notif from your boyfriend in texting. A link to a video.

You press on the link, only to be met by the fnaf 2 scream. You jump a bit. Now why would you send that?

Then you hear running as you look up to see a flash of purple coming towards you.

You scream out of horror, and dodge, letting Rafayel land safely on the spot you were in.

After he lands, he looks up at you with a cute pouty face.

"Seashell, why would you do that?"

"Why would you do that to me though?!"

"As payback for when you did this last time!"

"Oh-"

You laugh a bit and go back into bed, letting him hold onto you for dear life (like usually when you two cuddle)

Sylus:

I also won't think he would do this, but also it'd be scarier if he did since he seems to manipulate shadows.

You'd be in bed, waiting for Sylus, when you feel...an energy shift. As if something was watching you.

You look around the room, now a little on edge.

Suddenly you hear a scream (made by him) as he appears from a very shadowy corner of the bed room and runs at you

You scream bloody murder before being pounced on by Sylus, going "oof!"

You were scared as hell as you looked down with Sylus's head now on your chest.

"What the hell was that about?!"

"Nothing, kitten. I just simply wanted to spend time with you."

Luke and Kieran run in, ready to attack anyone who they thought was going to attack you and Sylus.

...You had to explain what happened as Sylus holds you close, doing his stupid ass smug smile.

Caleb:

Oh he'd so do this, mark my worms

You'd be on the couch, your lap covered in a blanket as you're reading while laying down, taking up the whole couch.

You hear footsteps, and you look up to see Caleb running at you full speed with the scream playing from the phone in his pocket

You yelp and raise your hands to protect yourself, letting Caleb land on you

You then looked at him, his head on your chest now, with a playfully curious look.

"Now what was that for, Caleb?"

"Well, I had to get my revenge somehow, pipsqueak."

You hit him on the head (playfully and lightly) before he hugs you, starting to cuddle with you on the couch.

[aesthetixhoe]

posts while dating standford art — A.D.

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, arts a little bit cringy, Patrick's a little brainrot, low key tashi drama... 🤓

word count: —

pronouns: none, but ma'am is used

authors note: ignore how they were in college before Instagram and cell phones, idc, this idea was burning inside of me, just imagine it's in 2024 :P

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[y/n]_[l/n] bro needs a haircut

patrickthezweig BRO WHAT IS TJAT ON YPUR HEAD 😭

| art.donaldson WHAT IS YOUR SPELLING??

| patrickthezweig mind yo business

| [y/n]_[l/n] boys.

| art.donaldson Yes ma'am 🫡

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[y/n]_[l/n] artie is eepy

art.donaldson I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THIS

| [y/n]_[l/n] oops, my finger slipped 😋

| art.donaldson My finger might just slip over the block button 🤓

| [y/n]_[l/n] I'll delete it 😔

| patrickthezweig SEND THIS TO ME RN

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patrickthezweig he's looking at [y/n], not me 😢

[y/n]_[l/n] sucks to suck, buddy

| patrickthezweig he was mine first ☹️

| art.donaldson Stop fighting over meeeee... I'm kidding, keep going 😁

arts.tennis.racket wish he looked at me like that

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art.donaldson I remember none of last night

patrickthezweig that's for the best

[y/n]_[l/n] aww too bad, we had hot, steamy sex

| art.donaldson Liar, liar, pants on fire

| patrickthezweig you did, you told me all about it

| art.donaldson You guys are just fucking with me... Right?

| [y/n]_[l/n] I guess you'll never know

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art.donaldson legendary

[y/n]_[l/n] he forced me to take this

| art.donaldson I'll give you photo credit next time lol

| [y/n]_[l/n] you better

patrickthezweig cringe ah caption

| art.donaldson cringe ah face

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patrickthezweig no one else id rather play with

[y/n]_[l/n] WHY DOES NO ONE CREDIT ME

| art.donaldson at least it wasn't me this time

patrickthezweig photo cred to [y/n]_[l/n]

| [y/n]_[l/n] thank you. you could've cropped it better tho

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[y/n]_[l/n] pat and art in their natural habitat

art.donaldson that hotdog was so fucking good

| patrickthezweig not the only hotdog you like 😉

| art.donaldson bruh 😐

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patrickthezweig lean in my cup, that's wassup

[y/n]_[l/n] can confirm, it's vodka

art.donaldson you tryna share?

| patrickthezweig ask [y/n], thats who I got it from

| art.donaldson [y/n]_[l/n] WHAT THE HELL

| [y/n]_[l/n] I have more, calm down

tashi so much for staying sharp.

[sleepanonymous]

Can I tell you eepy babes about Vessel’s piece of plastic? 👉👈🥹

This all happened literally right in front of me at the Phoenix Ritual. Near the beginning of the second song in Sleep Token’s setlist, a plastic piece fell off of Vessel’s microphone while he was jumping around. It was small, and looked a little like it might be a battery cover or something similar. Vessel noticed as it happened and picked the plastic piece up. In what he thought was the most discreet way ever, he tried to slip the piece into his pocket, only he had forgotten his stage costume has no pockets. So, trying to play it off, he casually dropped the plastic piece and it bounced and landed right in front of where I was. Like if I wanted to get tackled by my new security friends, I could have hoisted myself up onto the barrier and grabbed it from the stage.

The way he dropped the plastic piece after realizing he didn’t have pockets was literally one of the most relatable things I’ve ever seen Vessel do. After, during the third song, he bent down to pick it up again (where it had fallen right in front of me so I was internally screaming and losing my mind) and he carefully clipped the plastic piece back onto his mic as if he was handling something super fragile, almost like it would disintegrate between his fingers.

I have a video one of my line buddies took of this happening below the “Keep Reading” cut, in case anybody doesn’t want to be spoiled by what songs were played.

He picks the plastic piece up at 0:58 and drops it at 1:05. Then he put it back on his mic right before Dark Signs, but my buddy didn’t capture that bit.

[valentine-cafe]

i’m drunk as i write this req, but hear me out. valerius, 9819 jingyi and 209 haitao (+luuleriel) with a reader who’s like the biggest sleepy + clingy drunk. like the reader is more hyperactive without alcohol so everyone thought that they would be an emotional drunk but in reality, they’re super mellowed down and sleepy and would just cling onto them. plus points if they were already clingy to begin with too yknow?

˖⁺. ﹙ multi monster bfs  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . let's get you home baby !! 🍒 :  drunk reader﹙ multi characters. ﹚

switching to chaotic to calm when drunk

﹙ Valerius. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 :

A blonde brow twitches as your smaller form stumbles into his arms. They wrap around you in concern and curiosity. You have already been clingy with him the way he has, either in subtle or obvious ways.

But now, you cling to him, with hooded eyes that gaze up at him fondly. Sleep threats to come over you each hiccup that twitches at your chest. The alcohol dances you around in a tango, swaying you from side to side in your boyfriend's hold.

"Eepy." Your voice muffles into his shirt and draws a quiet chuckle out of him. Before you know it, your feet dangle far above the ground, as Valerius picks you up to get out of the party you both were attending, so that he can get you home to get some sleep and cuddles.

"Want anything on the way home my love?"

"Kiths. . . "

Oh you made him weak in the knees even when a drunken mess in his arms.

  ﹙ Haitao 209. ﹚. . . !! 🍓 :

Is quick to take you back home from the party at the resistance head quarters you had both been attendees to. He is not used to the sight of you being drunk, much less so quiet. The clinginess is what he recognises but the mellowed state?

"Are you alright baobei?" He calls quietly, looking down at you in slight concern, much like the demon that resides within his mind.

Luu'leriel was from the realm of the most abhorrent creatures alive, hence it's name, realm of the abhorrent. Of course. Yet perhaps living inside of someone who experiences care and love for the people close to him, it slowly started getting to him too whenever something happens to you or you begin acting out of it.

Yet all you do is look up at both of them with a sheepish, drunken smile to reply: "I'm oaky," hiccup and stumble. You cuddle close to the man who guides you through the streets with care to get back home, his coat tossed over your shoulders to warm you up.

"I louvvv you ge-ge!" You chuckle, only to coo quietly to yourself when you earn an affectionate eyeroll from your boyfriend and a little laugh from the demon you love so dearly

  ﹙ Jìngyí 9819. ﹚. . . !! 🍒 :

Became extremely gentle with you the second he noticed the change in your personality. Let you cling as much as you want to as well.

He was quick to take you away from wherever you guys had been and make his way back to the clocktower with you to reassure you got some proper rest and as many cuddles as you want. Each hour he'd bring you some food whenever he noticed you had faded out of sleep.

"Oh Xin. . . " He hushes quietly, as his thumb moves across your brow gently. "You should get some more rest, yes?"

He can't help but not laugh a little when you give him a big sheepish smile and hug onto him for comfort. If giving you cuddles means you fall asleep then he will throw himself into bed at any given moment to help you sleep.

He makes sure you are taken care of at any given moment whenever you get like this. Loud noises? He takes you away, bright lights? They're immediately dimmed. You're hungry? Call for him and he will be there with any of your favourite foods and snacks in mere seconds. Anything to assure you feel okay.

[shattered-jadewind]

Explodes

Do you perchance have any agere Hiroaki hcs the other ones were wonderful to read and ruburhuehubie :3

this is a dangerous game to play buddy I haven’t regressed in ages

hiroaki agere hcs !!

a caregiver leaning flip

main little is Ojima (ofc) but he’s also looked after Yanagi, Chiba, Wada, and surprisingly Hasegawa a few times

When little his age range is 2-4

He’s a surprisingly chill cg, firm on boundaries but not angry at all. He acts really gentle like how he treats Ojima whenever he’s in a fragile headspace

”hey no. I said we aren’t having cookies before dinner so we’re not having cookies before dinner.” Or “what did I say about jumping on the bed?”

but he doesn’t sound too mad so it doesn’t worry the little that he’s genuinely upset

he likes to snark and be sassy about it “oh my god..” “noisy much?” But he’ll stop if he notices his little doesn’t enjoy it

when Hiroaki first found out Ojima regressed he had to take a minute to get used to the idea

but pretty soon he was his cg

it was just another thing to help Ojima with, right?? At least this was healthier than breaking down every week

tries to hold in his anger whenever he’s looking after a little

sometimes it comes out anyway and Hiroaki always makes sure they’re okay afterward and he apologizes every time (usually with a peace offering like candy)

feels like he’s not a good enough cg but Ojima (and others) say otherwise

Regresses almost always after a mental breakdown, that’s usually the only time you’d see him little

like after he stops sobbing 5 minutes later he has his thumb in his mouth

the only other time is if a cg coaxes him into headspace super slowly and gently. Doesn’t happen often mostly bc Hiroaki is very proud and doesn’t like being vulnerable

his main cg is actually Yanagi

as said earlier, 2-4yo

more withdrawn and shy compared to his big self, likes to cling onto people’s shirts and hide behind them (socializing is scary)

would literally Never admit he regresses when big, but when little he doesn’t mind people knowing (to an extent. If it’s strangers or acquaintances he protests)

thumb sucking. So much

Hiroaki is not deterred by the polish taste, it actually just makes him more motivated, weirdly enough

his insults turn super childish instead of real

”you’re.. um.. annoying!” “Meanie..” “you’re so dumb” “ew no !! Don’t touch me you have cooties !!”

Yanagi plays up the prince act to Hiroaki and he freaking LOVES IT. He finds it annoying when big but can’t get enough of it when little

yanagi first noticed Hiroaki regressed when he interacted with him when little, Yanagi noticed the signs because he’s also a flip

then stumbled upon him when actively regressed and took it upon himself to be hiroaki’s cg

its healing for Yanagi too because he gets to be the father figure he didn’t have

Hiroaki’s favorite activities are play-pretend, dress-up, and puzzles. And dolls. So many dolls (specifically the ones with clothes you can swap out)

he makes them so fashionable and he’s so proud of them it’s adorable

Hiroaki just needs a ton of reassurance and compliments bc he’s so insecure always

he loves getting babied but will never admit it when big

Hiroaki would probably benefit from a pacifier but refuses to get or use one

doesnt usually have big tantrums like you’d expect mostly because he’s already tired from the breakdown that caused him to slip

speaking of, also a very sleepy regressor

likes taking naps. Eepy king

[prismaticpichu]

I blame smash bros + eepy brain 🐁💖

~~~

Cloud shouldn’t have been there.

Genuinely, he shouldn’t have, and the cadet was still not prepared for the sheer karma that was going to pulverize him for this. It was right on the sign itself: SOLDIER First Class break room—and, yeah, key word? Every single one of them. He was not a SOLDIER, he was certainly not First Class, and he had needed to break into the damn room in order to even access it.

“Oh my god, Spike, I think he’s snoring…!”

Did he mention he was also scared shitless?

“…Dude, you gotta take a picture of this.”

“What? N-n-no…!” Cloud just barely squeaked out, cheeks ablaze like a dragon-razed village. “I-I-I can’t.”

“Sure you can! Your PHS is right—“

“I am not taking a picture of General Sephiroth…!”

“Fine, fine, fine.” Zack only sounded mildly disappointed, still circling the war hero like he was some kind of monument, remaining completely undetected by General Sephiroth—who, on that note, didn’t seem to notice anything. He was standing perfectly still, just a few feet shy of the sofa, coated arms hanging loose at his sides like muscly ropes of licorice. His eyes were closed, yet not dramatically; he didn’t even look like he was meditating. His countenance was far too peaceful for that. And he was breathing slowly, rhythmically. Head vaguely lolled. Shoulders relaxed. Silver bangs brushing over his face like a drooping mop.

“Hnnngggg~”

Oh, and indeed snoring.

Lightly.

“Hnnnggggggggg~”

But most definitely snoring.

Cloud hadn’t moved a muscle in over fifty seconds; it took a Herculean amount of effort to even blink.

“…Is that normal?” He had to ask, basically in a taut whisper.

Zack stopped at Sephiroth’s side, thoughtful. “…I dunno,” he admitted. “Guy’s pretty big, so I guess his throat is, too. Makes sense that he’d sno—

“No! I mean the standing up thing,” Cloud squeaked. “Who sleeps like that? Besides Chocobos?” And he thought he resembled one?

Zack only shrugged, unbothered. Or maybe just utterly unsurprised. “I dunno,” he repeated, somehow ten times more nonchalant. “Seph’s got eccentricities~”

Eccentricities? Cloud parroted to himself, still incredulous. Should he be concerned…?

Seeing his confusion, Zack quickly added, “Besides! Seph rarely gets some shut-eye, anyway. Guy stays up for days, you know? Sleep is sleep.”

Cloud managed another wooden, soul-sucked blink.

…Ok. Now he was concerned.

“Hey.” Zack’s expression had suddenly turned impish, and Cloud’s gut sank to the absolute underworld of his insides. “I wanna try something.”

Cloud dared to open his mouth. “…Like?”

And his question was promptly answered as, bobbing on his tippy toes—

“Hey, bud,” Zack whispered, close enough to Sephiroth’s ear to just barely nudge his subconscious, “your hamster got out again; it bit Hojo in the ass.”

“Zack, I don’t think…”

Subtly, like the vaguest twitch of a cat’s ear, Sephiroth’s lips curled into a soft, sincere smile.

He mumbled something unintelligible.

It almost sounded like “good riddance”.

Cloud’s eyes turned bug-like.

…Okay. Maybe he wouldn’t go to hell for this, after all.

“Now,” Zack whispered, “do you mind if I put that wet floor sign on your head?”

“Mmnn. Very well….”

Never mind, Cloud thought.

He was just going to be tormented for life.

[magicalregression]

General Hazbin Hotel hcs

Hello fellow agere hazbin enjoyers. I come with hcs for the main 6. Pls enjoy

🛡 ~ Charlie ~ 🛡

She's a little. Regresses to like 6-7 y/o and is so sweet and innocent.

Still wants to help everyone, and spends her time drawing posters to attract people to the hotel.

Her main cg is Vaggie for obvious reasons, though she will also gravitate towards Angel if he's around.

Eepy baby. Once all of her energy is gone, pick her up and she falls right to sleep.

⚔ ~ Vaggie ~ ⚔

She's a caregiver. Vaggie also will babysit the other littles in the hotel if needed, though she has an obvious preference for Charlie.

Is kinda hard on the littles when need be, can be very strict. This is especially true for bed/nap time, mealtimes, and baths. No stinky, overtired littles on Vaggie's watch.

This just popped into my head but cuddles where she uses her wings as like a blanket thing or just lets the little snuggle into it yes yes

Tends to clean up after playtime. She wants to be madder, but could never be truly angry with her babies.

🕷 ~ Angel Dust ~ 🕷

Angel is both a little and a babysitter. When he regresses, it's at a similar age to Charlie, maybe a bit older to around 7-8.

His energy levels highly fluctuate depending on his emotions before regressing. If he had been in a stressful situation or recently come back from work, he's very tired and kinda just wants to be alone with whatever he's entertained himself with. If he's not in a high emotion environment, he's full of energy!

Likes playing tag and hide and seek with the others. Sometimes forgets that he's much bigger than everyone, though, and may accidentally cause some booboos.

As a babysitter, he takes his job very seriously. Might not be as strict about meals or naps (definitely lets them just have as many sweets as they want), but will take tea parties and games very seriously.

📻 ~ Alastor ~ 📻

I know a lot of people like little Al but for personal reasons, he is a caregiver lol. He has too soothing a voice and mannerisms with Nifty for me to not harp on it.

Takes his little out to Overlord meetings or to visit Auntie Rosie. When they go see Rosie, she always has a new outfit for them, whether a onesie or full outfit, there's always something. At the Overlord meetings, he'll let them sit in his lap or between him and Rosie. The others don't mind bc I say so.

Alastor doesn't like touch he doesn't initiate, and you are no exception. That being said, if they find a way to pull on or play with his ears, the most he'll do is let out a long sigh before letting them continue.

Calls them a little Overlord. "Come now, little Overlord, it's time for bed." and "Little Overlord, what have I told you about sneaking up on others?" and the like.

I have the most thoughts about him but will keep this short for everyone's sakes

🧹 ~ Nifty ~ 🧹

A little. She has the biggest fluctuation though and will be either 2 or like 7, no in betweens.

Always has energy. She's bouncing off the walls. Because of this, Angel is the last person asked to take care of her because he'll give her candy and then she gets even worse. He's also a little cautious because of the one time he made her cry, but Nifty just kinda drifts over to him anyways.

Husk usually gets stuck looking after the lil bugger. It'll start as Alastor's problem, then he conveniently disappears and Vaggie gives her to "kitty" (it's not that they don't love her, they do, she's just a lot lol). I imagine little Nif and Husk have a similar dynamic to Boo and Sully in Monsters Inc.

The only way to get her to sleep is with radio static. The white noise calms her down. Bonus points if you give her a fluffy plush to hold as well.

🐱 ~ Husk ~ 🐱

Husk doesn't really like children, even of the regressing variety. It's not that he hates them, he'd just prefer to not have to interact with them as much as he can. The most he'll do is babysit, but even then he's a little clueless.

Tends to get stuck with Angel the most, but he prefers Nifty just because he's been around her the most over the years.

Has the bar stocked up with different juices and milk and other drinks for kids. Also has a wide variety of sippy cups with different themes for different littles. Charlie likes the ducky one, Angel has one with crabs on it, and Nifty's are all plain. Everyone uses the space themed ones, though, so he has the most of those.

He has a little nook under the bar that someone could use as a little hiding space as well. If the littles are playing hide and seek and someone goes down there, Husk is the last to snitch.

If you wanna see specific scenarios or hcs about certain characters, feel free to send in an ask!!