#surrounded by squishmallows

[k-issclub]

the laziest of lazy nap time pictures !! 😖😖❤️

[cosmic-ships]

How come you never get commissions done. Every self shipper does so why not you?

First of all this is such a weird ask? Why ask me this? Hi?? What???

Second of all their "cheap" $45 USD comms are $60 CAD for me for usually the basic comm like a bust shot/half body sketch (it would be even higher muns if I wanted something full bodied or coloured) and I don't have that kinda money to toss around willy nilly LMFAO

Plus I have a good art app now so I can just make my own content??? Plus sometimes my friends gift me art of my ships which is always nice and I am highly appreciative of that.

THIS ASK IS REAL STRANGE NGL

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Being an omega around the 141, getting frustrated with something so you're fussy and nesting. Spontaneously deciding that after you’ve tucked the boys in, it’s time to wedge your massive collection of plushies between them.

In other words, big strong scary military men wrapped in fuzzy blankies, surrounded by pastel and neon squishmallows.

"Think you're still gonna fit in this bed, 'mega?"

Yes pls I'll make it work

[running-in-the-dark]

I got myself a little treat when the appointment was over, and fell asleep on the couch within minutes of getting home :)

at my appointment now - I slept maybe an hour total, probably less :') I feel sooooo great and not awful at all or anything :))))

[tojisun]

I bought this kuromi squishmallow because it reminded me of Simon

Bimbo reader would totally buy this for him!!!!

THAT IS SO CUTE!!

bimbo!reader def got it the moment she saw the lil skull <33

just imagining simon packing his stuff up because he’s called back for a mission when you come in tumbling to the room with the pillow cradled gently in your arms.

“oh, a new pillow?” he asks, grunting to himself at hearing the sound of his knees cracking as he stands up. he flits his eyes towards you and almost laughs at the worry that pinched away at your soft smile.

“oh, uh,” you mumble when simon closes the distance between you two, your big doe eyes blinking up at him. “it’s actually for you!”

simon’s brows shoot up in surprise. “f’r me? oh, petal, you didn’t have to, you know that?”

“i do! but i wanted to give you a gift before you go,” you reply with a huff before passing on the pillow to him. “you always liked borrowing my kuromi blanket so i decided to give you something close because i’m not letting you pack up my blanket, simmy!”

simon’s lips wobble, his heart clenching with the love he carries for you. it’s not that he liked borrowing your blanket. it’s- he, well, he liked burrowing underneath your sheets because they smelled like you. because your scent gave him so much comfort; that even if he passed out alone on your bed while waiting for you to finish up your uni homework, he still felt surrounded by you. and smelling you gives him so much comfort because it reminds simon that he’s back. that he’s home. that he’s safe in your arms.

but words fail simon today so he accepts the gift with a shallow nod before ambling his bigger body towards you, wrapping you and the pillow in his embrace. he feels the familiar prickling in the back of his eyes at feeling you nuzzle closer, your nose a shock of coolness from where it presses on the crook of his neck.

god, he’ll miss this.

he’ll miss you.

[graysnetwork]

omg

You've had the best night ever, you went on a great dinner date with your boyfriend of one year; Keegan, the food was amazing and the service was great, and the events afterwords— even better.

You two went back to your apartment since it was closer, and since Keegan was barely able to wait to get your place. Usually it was his place, you had a whole dresser he had bought for you for the case of you spending the night and needing to put on different clothes for the next morning.

He had been spending the entire night thrusting his cock into your hole, and gosh did he enjoy last night.

Now the sun peaked through curtains and the sunshine absolutely blinded you, he on the other hand had his face stuffed into the pillows which blocked out all the rays of sunshine. His back looked great; red scratch marks, a few scars here and there, and his muscles.. gosh his muscles.

But the funny thing about the picture was what he was laying in, pink pillows, a white comforter, a soft pink throw blanket, and several stuffed animals; all types of them too: a build a bear he got you with his own voice in the little bear, squishmallows he also bought you, and now your childhood stuffed animals you were placing around his body.

See the only reason they were on the floor was because you had said “oh my gosh my little stuffys are gonna see me and my boyfriend-” before he cut you off with a slow kiss and he covered your little bears eyes before pulling down those black panties down.

And then all of the stuffys ended up on the floor for the rest of the eventful night.

You placed the last one next to his bicep very carefully and went on to put a oversized shirt on and go to the kitchen to eat something.

You were sure this was the best sleep he’s had since he was a baby.

—

“hey baby” Keegan mutters as kisses the top of your head as he places his hands on your hips and his lips only continue to move down and kiss your cheek, neck and shoulder. “hey, did you sleep well?” you smiled as you turned your head and looked up at him “well? that was the best sleep i’ve gotten in ages..” he kissed you on the lips this time and really savored the moment.

“we should do this more often, just less stuffed animals next time i wake up..” he muttered as his nose brushed against yours and he leaned down again to kiss you once more.

“maybe, but your lucky to have been surrounded by those guys” you say as you pulled away briefly and turned around fully, and he slowly but firmly pushed you against the island. “guys? you’ve been sleeping with other guys?” he kissed you again. “i should go and give them a good.. stern talking” he muttered again as he once again (guess it) he kissed you.

He lifted you up and placed you on the counter, his hands found their way under that big shirt and they roamed freely over your soft skin. “maybe not, maybe i’ll just make them watch me fuck you?” he whispered as he smiled at your pink cheeks you unknowingly were getting.

“you’re disgusting, those stuffys eyes would be scared” you whispered back and frowned at him “well i guess i do appreciate that they’re not real guys” “yeah you should appreciate that”

“yeah, yeah, let’s just get to it already, this conversation is so boring it makes me want to play golf” his little remark on golf made you chuckle as you caressed his cheek “we doin it here or the bed again?” he asked and with the way he was staring at you, you didn’t know if he would even make it to the bedroom.

[smilesrobotlover]

OOOH THE POOOOOOOSSSSE this is amazing!!!! 😭😭😭😭 I love this so much thank you!!!

Hey, I made it to 2K followers so as I promised a long time ago, I was gonna do a DTIYS with Ghirahim and squishmallows! Thank you guys so much you’re all wonderful 🥰

There’s not a lot of rules, you can just draw this in your style. Feel free to change the pose, lighting, or expression if it’s easier for you. Just try to keep the main premise there (Ghirahim with squishmallows lol)

Please tag me in the drawing and link the original to your post, I’d love to see it!

Idk if this needs a separate tag but I’ll tag everything as # smilesrobotlover2kdtiys so yeah lol.

Idk if I’ll put a deadline on it, I just want people to have fun! So go at it! Once again thanks so much for this! Love you guys!!!

[aestheticaltcow]

Halloween Party

Lip Gallagher x Reader

This a sorta of Halloween request from the lovely @turtle-cant-communicate, also my first Shameless fic! I took some creative liberties but I like it.

Sorority Halloween parties weren’t your scene, but when your roommate returned to the dorm to see you three-quarters of the way through a Chapple Roan-inspired makeup look, she insisted you came with her to one. She argued that you already had the makeup on, and she had a cheetah print bodysuit you could borrow, so you had no excuse not to go out with her. 

You watched her quickly get ready before she pulled you out of your cramped dorm and across campus to Greek Road. You found yourself surrounded by drunk sorority girls and pervy frat guys immediately. Feeling overwhelmed by the crowd, you found yourself in a quiet corner in the backyard as you took a deep breath before hearing a lighter clicking. Lip stood behind you, attempting to light a cigarette with his almost-dead lighter. He looked you up and down, confused by the bold makeup you had on but intrigued by the amount of skin you had on display.

“You’re Youens’s TA, right?” you asked as you analyzed his face. He nodded and put his lighter back in his pocket. Youen’s class was supposed to be your easy A class until Lip took over as his TA. You’d meant to talk to him at the end of class last week, but he’d left the lecture hall before you could speak to him.

“Lip.” he introduced formally. You nodded and introduced yourself, “Didn’t take you as a sorority party guy.” 

He met your comment with a scoff, “I could say the same to you… I like the blue stuff.” he said, referring to your eyeshadow before his gaze fell to your chest briefly. 

You smiled, “Thanks, you know it’s on my eyes, not my tits?” you laughed when you noticed his obvious glance. He chuckled and shrugged, “You’re putting them out there. What are you supposed to be?” Lip asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Chappel Roan- I was doing my makeup when my roommate came back to our dorm, and she insisted I come out with her.” you over-explained, feeling suddenly shy over the attention he gave you. 

He shot you a confused look, “Who?” 

“Chappel Roan? She’s a singer. The Rise and Fall of the Midwestern Princess? Redwine Supernova, Hot to Go, Pink Pony Club?” you mildly info dumped as he blankly stared at you. “How do you not know about her music? She a pop-icon.” 

Lip shrugged, “Not into that kind of music.”

“Well, you should listen to her music; she’s probably the artist I played most that year.” you clarified. Lip nodded, “I’ll keep that in mind…” he said, ashing his now-finished cigarette. “You goin’ back inside?” he asked, nudging his head toward the sorority house. You shook your head, “My roommate went home with some guy, so I’m probably just heading back to my dorm.”

“Thanks for the invite. Let’s go,” Lip said, hopping down from the short brick wall he’d been sitting on. You nodded, although you felt confused. You hadn’t meant to invite Lip back to your dorm room, but you felt too awkward about dis-inviting him. 

~

Lip had his hands in his jacket pockets as you led him to a dorm building across campus. The walk was short, and the two chatted about what they’d been doing before the sorority Halloween party. After unlocking the door, stepping inside, and allowing Lip to follow, you closed the door and turned to see Lip standing in the middle of the room, taking in the eclectic aesthetic. Your roommate’s side of the dorm was a classic college girl from an early 2000s movie. A soft pink bedspread with coordinating pillows and a highly organized desk with all the different containers you’d get from the container store. Your side was more gay, for lack of a better description. You had your rainbow checkerboard bedspread and an opossum and frog squishmallow in front of your pillows. On the wall, you’d had polaroids of your friends from back home and a couple of posters. Your desk was chaotic, with textbooks, notebooks, and an emptied makeup bag strewn across—a record player to the left of it on top of your mini fridge. Lip nodded, taking in the stark differences. 

“So, is that Chappel Roan?” he asked, pointing to a poster on your wall. You laughed, “No, that Trixie Mattel. She’s a drag queen, but Chappel Roan does draw a lot of inspiration from drag queens because her persona Chappel Roan is essentially a drag queen.” you info dumped at the end of your explanation. Lip chuckled and nodded, “Okay, cool if I sit?” he asked, gesturing over to your bed. You nodded, “Make yourself comfy…” 

Lip nodded, took his jacket off, and set it on your desk chair. You were going to sit next to Lip only to remember you were only wearing a body suit. Quickly, you went to your closet, found an oversized hoodie on the floor, and pulled it on before pulling your hair up into a bun. “Okay, so Chappel time,” you stated, going over to your record player to put on her album. Lip nodded and leaned back on his hands as he watched you scramble around the dorm, over-explaining the details of her discography. 

“You’re really into all this girly pop music and advanced mathematics and science, huh?” he asked, thinking about the stark difference between your educational and personal interests. \

“We need more women in STEM. Also, just because I like girly pop and drag queens and makeup doesn’t take away from my intelligence. I graduated valedictorian of my class with a 4.8 GPA. I’m here entirely on a science scholarship from my project on creating a cleaner combustion engine. How, if we implement cleaner energy production, we can reverse the effects of global warming.” you defended yourself. Lip’s face seemed unphased, “Sorry, I info dump when I get nervous.” you laughed. 

He chuckled, “Do I make you nervous?” 

“I-I... never said you did...” you said awkwardly, playing with the string on your hoodie. Lip nodded and stood up. He stood before you and put his hands on your hips. “Seems like I do, darlin’. " His words made you blush hard. “The real question is, what are we gonna do about it?” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, his lips mere inches away from yours. You wanted to kiss him, but before you could, your door swung open, and your roommate stood in the doorway, “Oh uh… sorry to interrupt…” she stammered. 

Lip chuckled and dropped his hands from your hips, “I should go. See you around.”

[starlit-roman]

What your favorite sanders sides ship says about you in my opinion

I got this idea from @sandersontheside

Logince: Your favorite episode is why do we get out of bed in the morning and you question that too. You’re a fan of those red and blue haired character anime ships, and let’s not mention how much you love enemies to lovers. I feel like you like spaghetti with a shit ton of Parmesan, and sprite or Pepsi.

Logicality: You like sweet, wholesome ships the most and have probably either written a fan fiction about, read a fan fiction, or have thought about them baking cookies together. Also for some reason I feel like you like John Mulaney

Analogical: You like angst, not a crazy amount but you like to dip your ankles in it. Speaking of dip you probably either really like ranch or bbq sauce. And your favorite squishmallow is the bat one.

Loceit: You’re either the most chaotic person I will ever meet or you’re scarily chill about everything. You like it when all sense of right and wrong leave the room and just pure chaos despite how chaotically chill Logan and Janus are. You’ve definitely committed arson, and you’re a fan of tin cans and rainbows.

Intrulogical: You’re special, with love. I bet you watch doctor who while deepthroating packets of fun dip, sweet tarts, and/or hot tamales, I don’t have much else to say (I like this ship btw)

Royality: Opposites attract isn’t a thing that even registers in your brain, and despite what I want to think you’re probably the friend who corrupts the brains of your innocent friends and tells them about god knows what. If that’s not the case though you are the innocent friend who has surrounded themselves with not very innocent people. You like pasta with cumin. You also really like blueberries, soy sauce, and bluey.

Prinxiety: You’re correct. You prefer Ryan Gosling over Ryan Reynolds and you hate honeydew. You also probably have social anxiety.

Roceit: You like longer slow burn fanfictions and not just one shots, that along with enemies to lovers and a lot of tension. You’re definitely a maximalist when it comes to your room and you love rupauls drag race.

Moxiety: You’re a really sweet introvert and you like romance movies with happy endings. You probably like Mac Demarco and Arctic Monkeys and you like the scent of vanilla.

Moceit: (Kiss me) You really like stuffed animals and just fuzzy things in general. You’re a dog person but you like more cuddly cat-like dogs. You also like tomato soup.

Intruality: You’re super chaotic but super sweet, probably an Enfp or Entp. You like pickles and skunks and peanut butter cookies and cars 2.

Anxceit: You’re favorite social media is tumblr and you miss MySpace. You love hoodies and sweaters, your favorite season is winter, and you really like old artwork. You’re also really good at makeup, especially eye makeup

Dukexiety: You’re probably super all over the place and your rooms a mess but you know where everything is. You also really like snake plants and spiders

Dukeceit: You love the whole “He’s an idiot, but that’s my idiot” thing about this ship. If you have a roku it’s not set to the default theme and you probably like 90s-00s hiphop and you despise when your bed has crumbs in it.

Remrom: …

[ch0lwrld]

10:04 PM (pt.2)

warnings: suggestive? they don't really do anything, mentions spoiler for jujutsu kaizen (sorry) a/n: here is the continuationnnn of pt1 hope you like it I worked really hard on it LMAO I put more effort into writing these fics instead of my assignments guys. lmk what you think! ✍️ proofread by me and @watariisbestboy

You had just picked up Soobin, already returning to your apartment. It was a movie night, and you knew how busy he was, but he insisted on spending time with you before leaving for his tour, even with the preparations already in full force. He was still making time for you, nonetheless.

As you reach a red light, Soobin urges you to look at a picture he took earlier. He wants you to compliment him on their new concept, but you don't dare fall for his tricks.

"Wow," you say in mock awe.

"You didn't even look, ugh, here!" he practically forces the phone into your face. The brightness blinds you briefly before you look at the photo. Damn, he looked good. The photo in front of you entirely took you away. Now you know how MOA feels. And he took your silence as an agreement. 

"I know I'm so sexy in this, right?"

"No, I was looking at Beomgyu. He's been looking a little too good recently, and the long hair suits him." You genuinely complimented the guy.

"Ew, please, I look better. Next thing you know, I'll be in a mullet for the next shoot. Ah, look at this one!" Soobin attempts to show you the next photo, but the light has already turned green. 

"Whatever, I know what you'll say anyways," and he continues to smile at himself, tapping away at his screen. 

"Okay, mister, and speaking of your bandmates, when am I meeting them?" you had been meaning to meet the four of them. Soobin always talks about them, and it warms your heart to know he has such kind people to surround him in such a stressful field. Recently, Hueningkai had texted you, but you didn't believe it was him. It would make sense since you know Soobin, but you were still cautious. You had forced him to prove himself, and when he sent a sneaky pic of him and Soobin sleeping in the background, you just had to believe him. Kai told you that Soobin mentioned your guys' similar plushie collections, and your friendship grew from there. 

"I know you just want to because of Beomgyu, but no, you can't. You're mine."

Oh, does he know what that does to your heart?

"…Maybe, BUT I really wanna meet Kai. Kai has been showing me the recent penguin plushie he bought, and I wanna meet a fellow squishmallow connoisseur." 

"You feed his addictions; it's not good. And I don't even know how he got your number!" He suspects that Kai took his phone to steal it from him after mentioning you once to the guys. He regrets ever bringing you up because now you and the guys want to meet one another, and he can't have that happen as much as he appreciates the people he loves the most actually liking each other; he likes the dates the two of you have... just you two. 

"Whatever! I'll meet them one day. It's bound to happen~."

"Maybe one day.." As his sentence begins to trail off, the expression on his face changes to a familiar one that tells you he's thinking. 

"But you and I both know you would never be able to say a word to Beomgyu. Also... why is he your bias? Hello, I'm right here!" He's been pestering you about that ever since his debut. 

He doesn't understand why you would not like him the most. He's your best friend, why Beomgyu?!

"That might be true, but don't call me out. Let me live." 

"Yeah, in your delusions? It's unhealthy to be stuck there, but I can help you get out."

You had already reached your apartment's parking garage, settling into your designated parking spot and turning your car off. 

"Yeah? And how's that?" you turn to look at him to see what he means.

He places his arm behind your car's headrest and points at himself with his other hand. 

"Me." and he has that damned grin on his face. You push him lightly with the palm of your hand, but enough to see that he has hit the back of his seat. Your giggles are all that's left before you begin packing your things. 

"Sure," you say as you gather your phone and keys from their holders—the car doors closing, resonating throughout the garage walls, and the familiar smell of gasoline and others you can't name became more prominent.

"Oh, come on, you know you love me," and he wiggles his eyebrows in your direction.

"I only use you for body heat, if anything." you look at him deadpan.

"Oh, so I'm being used." he feigns hurt, hand against his chest as you walk towards the elevators. 

"Yup!" You comment gleefully.

——-/-——-/-——

The time you take to reach your apartment feels like little to nothing despite you taking residence on the 20th floor. Quick banter and giggles fill the halls. You fear one of your neighbors will hear and complain. 

Once inside, he removes his shoes and slips into the slippers you bought for him with enlarged eyes and vibrant blue peeking out from under his sweats. He smiles to himself, reminded of his fond memory of you surprising him with the pair. He recognized them the instant you had flaunted them in your hands, already wearing the matching pair in a light green. You had shown him a video of the slippers once, insistent that you needed them because they could tongue kiss and hold hands. 

Making himself comfortable on your couch, he grabs the remote as it's his turn to pick the movie for tonight. He had nothing in mind but wandered to those Studio Ghibli films you love. He could understand why you liked them so much, having watched all of them with you on a movie marathon. He was happy to see you indulge yourself in the numerous scenes played on screen and be there for you when it got emotional. You were the type to cry during movies, and he cherishes the fact his shoulder is the one you chose to cry on. You set the snacks you prepared beforehand on the coffee table in front of him before heading to your room to get ready.

When you return, he's on his phone but quickly looks up to see you in one of the hoodies he thought he lost. But unfortunately, he's not too mad seeing you being its captor. If anything, butterflies fill his stomach, and he distracts himself by scooting to make space for you beside him. 

Your small figure in his hoodie does things to his heart, and he knows he's got to do something about these feelings he has for you. But it's probably too late, seeing how affected he is, and you aren't even cuddling yet. 

You take your place on the couch, snuggling into his side and placing the blanket over the both of you. The warmth that floods you is comforting against the cool air. You look at the screen ahead, and your eyes widen slightly as you recognize the familiar title. 

"Ponyo? I thought you wanted to watch that one anime you like." You were curious why he had picked the movie since it was one that you watched when you were feeling down or just needed something to listen to while you slept. You forget the unfortunate end of a particular character he loves, as you mention in the anime series. The mood then dampens, and his expression becomes downturned. 

"Ahh, sorry, I forgot he died. RIP Gojo"

"Too soon…" he says. "It's bad enough. I had to be reminded of it live the other day." You remember seeing this moment live (what can you say? You're a fan!) and could only watch and adore the cute expressions on his and Kai's face.

"Sorry, sorry," you say, chuckling at his expression. You poke the sides of his cheeks, feeling pity about his loss. "Let's just watch the movie then."

——-/-——-/-——

As the movie begins to play, a scene comes up where Ponyo heads straight for Sosuke. She passes the mom, who holds her arms open for the little girl, only to see her run and hug her son just behind her. It's an adorable scene, and you can feel the pure childlike happiness flowing from it. It's reasons like these that have always drawn you to these films. 

Suddenly, Soobin nudges your shoulder to get your attention. 

"That's us," eyes never straying from the scene before him. 

"Yeah, and you're the mom, right?"

"Shut up.. hey we should dress up for Halloween together."

"Yeah? You as Sosuke and me as Ponyo?" You suggest.

"Yeah! I'm sure I have a plain yellow shirt somewhere.." He ponders the thought that, if anything, he can always scavenge through the other guys' clothes.

"You fit the part, but.. I don't know how I would look as a ginger. Never thought of myself in red." Honestly, you thought red was good as a clothing choice, and you had never dyed your hair besides when you thought going blonde was a good idea. But, ever since, you stuck to staying natural.

"Well, we can buy a wig and test it out, so you don't have to commit. No matter what, I think you'll look cute."

"Maybe… oh, but my friends are gonna be on my ass about this." The realization dawns on you. How could you forget? Their nagging comments still ring in your ears (out of love <3). 

"Why?" he questions, cocking his head to the side. 

"Couples costumes? They already think we're in cahoots." You say as you quote the last word with your hands. 

"Of course, I always tell them you don't think of me as anything more than a friend." you let out a nervous laugh and take a bite of the treats before you to distract yourself after revealing such information. You think about all the times Soobin has come over, and your roommate mischievously wiggled her eyebrows at you. 

They'd get a kick out of this one…

“…”

But when Soobin doesn't say anything, it worries you a bit. Did you say something wrong? 

"Hey, is something wrong?"

"No, I just.. it.. Nevermind." 

"You sure? You know you can always tell me. I won't judge." You can tell he's hesitating, but you don't want to pressure him. You're already ready to take back your statement, but he begins to speak up again.

"I... I know you won't. It's just, what if I see you like that... more than a friend, I mean."

You pause. What? 

There's no way that Choi Soobin would like you, of all people? I mean.. he's surrounded by beautiful idols every day at work... What could he ever see in you romantically? You're way out of his league, and the thought has your mind doing laps. You don't know what to say, and he takes your silence as a rejection.

"Sorry, I knew it was stupid. I didn't want to make it awkward; I just thought that tonight would be the night I would finally be able to tell you how I felt."

You continue to stare at him as he fiddles with his fingers. His eyes are darted to the side, away from your knowing gaze. But he continues to spill his heart out for you to hear.

"Maybe it was just me or the way the guys would tell me you might feel the same that's making me say this… Sorry, I shouldn't have told you. I was worried I would ruin what we had, and I couldn't lose you, but.. Ugh, I've already done it."

His shoulders shake as he closes in on himself, regretting his decisions. You immediately take his hands in yours, making him look back at you from the sudden contact. 

"You don't have to say anymore, Binnie." as you place one of your hands on his cheek, his eyes watery, you hate that you're making him feel this way.

You couldn't bear watching as he beat himself up over this. You couldn't after knowing that the possibility he liked you back was real.

"And what if I told you I liked you too?" you whisper, already so afraid as you watch his eyes widen. You couldn't continue to deny your feelings and refuse him because you felt like you weren't fit to be by his side. You wanted to take this moment to finally tell him that all those dates were starting to feel way more than just two friends hanging out. His smiles are the highlight of your day, and his laughter and the sight of his dimples as he grins, are something you wish to see any second you can, especially if you were the one who caused it. That the mere touch of his hand against your own sends your heart soaring out of your chest? That- 

And before you know it, everything has been said. Words slip from your lips faster than you could think, and your distance decreases. Teary eyes stare into teary eyes in the dim light of your living room.

"Can I.. kiss you?" 

All you can manage is a meek nod in his direction before your eyes shut. The feeling of his lips against your own was so soft and everything you could've imagined and more.. you could feel your heart leaping out of your chest, and you worry he can hear it. Your hand on his is starting to tremble, but he only grasps them, rubbing circles to soothe your nerves. 

You meld together so well; finally, having him like this does wonders for your heart. When you finally separate, your hands and legs feel like jelly, and you can only see the soft smile creeping up on his face. A reddish hue can be seen along his cheeks, and you can only imagine the damage it's done to your own.

The movie is long forgotten, and the sound of your heart beating against your eardrums is all you can hear. Even in the quiet of the room, he whispers.

"I like you, y/n—a lot. And I hope that... if you will. Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" And you don't dare hesitate to answer. 

"Yes! Over and over again, yes!" you say in a giggling fit. You're now straddling his lap and entangling your limbs in his clumsily. You never thought reciprocating feelings with your best friend would feel like this, but you never want it to end.

"Does this mean I can finally do this?" you ask.

He looks at you curiously, tilting his head adorably as you attack his face with pecks and kisses. Hearing his yelps of "help!" followed by giggles. Oh, the things you would do to listen to his laughter on replay.

"Oh my god, get a room." a voice states their presence. 

You jump from your spot on his lap as you both look up at the voice. Your friend had just left her room to refill her glass of water, judging by the empty cup in her hand, to walk in on you, peppering Soobin's face. Sure, she had wanted this to happen for a while, realizing your shared feelings long before you knew. Still, it doesn't make this scene less awkward. A feeling of shame fell upon the two of you, more so Soobin, as he didn't mean to get caught in such an intimate position by your roommate. You look back at him, see his guilty expression, and grab his hand to pull him into a standing position. 

"Maybe we should take this to my room instead," you chuckle. 

You lead him to your bedroom, just a few steps away. He follows behind you, enveloping you in a back-hug, head on your shoulder as you struggle to shuffle your way into the room. 

"I love you." He mumbles near your ear. 

"Moving so fast? We just confessed."

"It's not like I haven't said it before! And plus..." 

You know that it's because its meaning has changed now that you reply back, "I love you too."

[fatuismooches]

it's just so easy to imagine dottore worrying about which plushie/toy the fragile reader would like best...

like, on days when the reader is particularly bad, dottore always make the extra effort to buy you some trinket you like? he gets nervous wondering if you would like the plushie he wants to get you and ends up buying several, just in case you don't like one of them. (Not to mention the fact that fatui agents are absolutely mortified when they see the much-feared dottore returning with a fair share of plushies.)

GOSH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH,,,,, Dottore's kind of shit at gift-giving, he doesn't know what's romantic, plus he thinks giving basic gifts is worse. Though there was that one time he drew his and your heart, extremely detailed, with all the shades of red, with each other's hand wrapped around the other's heart. Unexpectedly romantic and also not the strangest thing you've gotten! So you used to get random things that you'd never ever predict (but that's why you love him after all.) Though you've come to subtly drop more of your likes on the clones and him so you don't end up receiving fancy syringes with colorful substances or eyeballs anymore 😭

He knows you really like soft things like your pillows, and even his clothes (he wraps you in that super big fluffy coat of his from the lazzo trailer) so maybe you'd like this stuff too? For once he leaves the lab himself because he knows that he knows you better than any of his clones, but now he's not sure which one of these you'd like... you like cute things... but sometimes you don't... you like dark things... but sometimes you don't too... Now this is why he simply just isn't a good gift giver.

And then he thinks, why get one when he can get all? Like why would he do one experiment when he can run multiple trials? He looks so serious at the cashier, who was on the verge of tears during the checkout. When he returns the Fatui guards address him with respect but of course, he doesn't even acknowledge them. The agents know better than to say anything but when the Harbinger is out of sight they're like tf was that a squishmallow in the bag??? And now they're whispering very softly to each other as if the walls have ears about the plentiful rumors surrounding Dottore, like the "mysterious figure" that the Harbinger seems to hold dear...

Your favorite plush ends up being one that reminds you a bit of Dottore, you weren't even sure what it was but it seemed to be a teal fox with button eyes... but then another eye through the blackness in the middle... well, whatever it was, it was super soft and fluffy! The clones and him are just happy you're happy.

Your room is the biggest one in the lab so you can fit all of them easily, you actually have a lot of fun organizing them and even naming them! A clone even joins you so you don't get tired of moving around so much. Zandik is pleased, he never thought he'd even hold a plushie in his hundreds of years of living but things change.

(Pantalone in his office, reading the bill he recently got from a plushie store, still trying to comprehend why the 2nd Harbinger is using his money on this)

[kawaiianimekitten]

Yandere! Amajiki x Reader

Spoiled

Summery: Amajiki can't help but spoil his precious bunny

Warnings- unhealthy/toxic relationship, unhealthy thoughts and actions, obsessive behavior

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You're laying in the soft bed in you're room with the soft blankets. There's a chain around your ankle that's attached to you're bed, but it's not heavy and you can go pretty far. He only has it on you while he's gone, so you don't escape.

You hear the door open, knowing it's Tamaki. He walks into your room with a bag behind his back.

"Hi, bunny.. I-I got you something." He pulls the bag out from behind him and hands it to you. You grab out the things in it.

A squishmallow you've been wanting, a book, some music CDs, a few movies, jewelry, cloths, and some *insert thing that has to do with one of your hobbies.*

He looks at you with anticipation, hoping you like it. You smile a little, making him calm down.

"are you hungry? I could make you your favorite food and then we can watch a movie? Or we could go on a little walk?" He tries his best to please you. Any object you want, he gets you. Any food or drink you want, he gets it as fast as he can. No one lives near by, so he's fine with you two taking a walk together. He loves spoiling you and just wants you to be happy and love him.

"food and a movie sounds good"

"ok, I'll make you it, you can go pick out the movie, if you want." You go out and look for a movie to put on. You end up settling on *movie name* just as Tamaki is coming out with food. He has a little table that he puts the food on. He makes sure to not sit too close to you, because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

After eating you two go for a walk. It's honestly very beautiful. Trees, flowers, bushes, a little stream with a small bridge across it (Tamaki made it himself). He gets distracted as a butterfly lands on him. You also get distracted, but by a rabbit. Without thinking, you go after it, because it's so cute. You eventually lost track of where the rabbit was, but by then you also had no idea where you are.

You're just surrounded by a bunch of trees that look the exact same and you start to panic a little. You wonder around to see if you can find anything to get out of the forest, or at least a place where everything didn't look identical.

It's starting to get dark and you're really panicking now. You can't tell if you just went in circles or anything. You sit down against a tree, trying to calm yourself down, but instead tears start to fall down your face. You're just so overwhelmed and scared and don't know what to do and the anxiety is making your brain not work.

Snap

You quickly look twords where the sound came from and see Tamaki standing there. He doesn't look very happy, but definitely looks relieved. He quickly goes over to you to make sure you're ok.

Besides a few scrapes from tripping, a few scratches from branches, and the anxiety, you're ok. He picks you up bridal style and starts walking twords, what you're guessing, is the house, he starts talking.

"I was so worried, bunny. You were there one second and the next you were gone. What were you thinking? You could've gotten seriously injured or killed... It's dangerous, bunny. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you..."

The rest of the way was quiet, as far as you knew. You were falling in and out of sleep, so you couldn't really tell. Last thing you saw before finally completely passing out was the house.

When you wake up the next day, you're in bed, with bandages on your scrapes and cuts, with Tamaki laying beside you (he didn't want to leave you're side last night because he was scared you'd disappear again).

After that, whenever you went outside you had one of those child leashes on to make sure you couldn't run off again. He had his bed moved into your room, he wants you to have some space, but still wants to keep a close eye on you.

Also, once he found out you were chasing a rabbit, he asked if you wanted a pet bunny, and got you one when you said yes. He likes to say things like "aww my bunny and her bunny are together" or "does my bunny like her bunny?" He finds it kinda funny and giggles a lil.

Also, be prepared to be even more spoiled afterwards to make up for taking away some more of your freedom.

[lxvvie]

modern plushfare content (no, there’s no new plushie for today). but you know who would be forced to sleep in the strawberry themed bed with plushies? gaz. he’s holding a keroppi plushie after coming from a draining deployment 😼

oh, and i bet soap is the boyfriend who waits for you to exit the room so he can throw a plushie somewhere just because (or he’s waiting for you to show up so he can throw it at you. but it’s a squishmallow so his plan failed ♡)

time to add more plushies to the cart

Modern Plushfare is you and Johnny having a plushie fight complete with opposing pillow forts scattered throughout your place and using diversion tactics as a way to draw the other out from hiding.

As for Gaz, whenever he's stressed and in need of a caress, you make him rest and surround him with some of your plushies to calm him down. It's doubly effective when you add your favorite scent onto them so that he's reminded of you.

[bianclair]

Audiobooks

Bianca walks into Enid and Wednesday's room, Enid lies on her back in her bed surrounded by Squishmallows with huge orange headphones on. Wednesday is tapping away on her typewriter with a concentrated frown, clearly ignoring the newcomer.

Bianca sits down next to Enid who whirls around on her stomach, smiling.

Bianca kisses her forehead and motions for Enid to take off the headphones.

Bianca: How's the audio book?

Enid: Good! Very exciting. I pretty sure they end up together at some point. Just so much pining at the moment.

Bianca *sends her a secretive smile*

Bianca: You know I can't tell you that.

Enid: Yeah yeah, I know. I just...

*Enid sits up*

Enid: Actually, sometimes I am having a hard time keeping track of the story.

Bianca: Yeah?

Enid: I just wish that... Like... it would be a lot easier if it had subtitles on, you know?

*Wednesday stops typing and turns around*

Wednesday: Enid, do you mean like... a printed book?

[b00knerd1o1]

Wednesdays Introduction to Squishmallows

Summary:

Enid brings a colorful squishmallow into the dorm room and it goes about as well as you would expect.

The methodical clicking of her typewriter could lull anyone into a trance, Anyone but Wednesday Addams. She stays vigilant. She Runs through her novel ideas, types them up, and keeps tabs on her surroundings simultaneously. Little in her surroundings requires her attention. Enid had snuck out for the night. Thing was resting peacefully next to her, and little else in the isolated room would warrant her attention. Despite the tranquility around her, Wednesday keeps all her senses open. She might not have supper hearing, but she still catches onto the thrumb of footsteps rushing up the stairs. She continues her work- even when the door swings open with a bang- but devotes more of her attention to her surroundings than before.

The sound of Enid flopping onto her bed with an annoying crinkly bag floats through the room. She had been on a late-night shopping spree. What could warrant the bubbly girl to set out in the middle of the night for one eludes Wednesday. She feels that if she asks her roommate, she will be trapped listening to her drone on about mundane, inconsequential facts, so she stays silent. Thing, on the other hand, swings off her table and scurries over to Enid to see what treasure she has brought back.

“Hello, Thing!”  Enid’s overly cheery voice rings out, accompanied by more shifting and plastic crinkling. Wednesdays cant see Thing to discern what he communicates, but Enid’s side of the conversation tells her all she needs to know. “It’s so cute, right? I’ve wanted to get one forever, but I never saw one I really liked until now! When I heard they were getting a shipment, I knew I had to get one. No matter what!”

Her attention is fully drawn to the conversation for a second, her fingers stall over the keys to her typewriter, and she cocks her head slightly to the side.

“Come join us Wednesday!” Enid’s voice rings out before she can correct her mistake. She reluctantly turns around but stops dead when she sees the enormous egg-shaped ball of pastel rainbow sitting on Enid’s bed.

“What is that?” She asks, horrified.

“A Squishmallow,” Enid replies as if it should be obvious.

“And what exactly is that?” Wednesday asks, not dating, to take a step any closer to the abomination.

“Their supper fluffy stuffed animals. Try hugging it!” Enid trusts the toy forward, and Wednesday quickly sidesteps.

“I don’t engage in hugging, and I would never touch something so horrendously and unnecessarily colorful.”

“The color is half Its appeal!” Enid says, bouncing up and down.

“And what’s the other half?” Wednesday deadpans.

“The squish! It’s as fluffy as a cloud!” Enid shouts as she spins around and squeezes it tight to her chest.

“It looks like you’re strangling it,” Wednesday observes out loud. Enid stops and looks down at the toy quizzically.

“I guess your right.” She says. A little of the joy falling from her face. “It’s still cute, tho.” Wednesday scoffs but decides not to say anything as Enid rearranges the rest of her stuffed unicorn collection to fit its new addition.

After a couple of weeks of the hideous unicorn sitting on Enid’s side of the room, Wednesday forgets about it. While it is one of the worst offenders regarding Enid’s affinity for all things colorful, it easily blends into the rest of her side of the room. Every couple of nights, Enid will pull the plush from its place and squeeze it tightly while listening to bland commercialized pop music. She continuously bugs Wednesday, asking her if she wants to feel how soft it is.

“You don't even have to hug it. Just squish it a little.”

“No.”

“Come on. It’s life-changing, I promise!”

“I’ve had enough life-changing events to deal with. I don't need to break out in a bunch of hives just to touch a stuffed animal.”

“Oh.” Enid practically deflates. “I forgot.” She fidgets uncomfortably for a second, and Wednesday turns away from her to return to her writing.

The next time Enid brings the Stuffie out, she doesn't pester Wednesday. The same happens the next time, the next time, and the next time. Soon enough, Wednesday becomes confident she will never have to deal with it again. That is until she walks into their room one day to find a plastic bag on her bed.

She grumbles and walks over to move it to Enid’s bed when she notices a note tucked into the side of the bag with her name on it. She picks it up and scans over its contents.

Howdy Roomy!

I bet you thought you could escape the Squishmallows.

NEVER!

I Spent forever searching but I found a fully black and white one for you for resale! It’s even spooky!

Give it a good squeeze for me!

-Enid!!!

Wednesday cautiously peals the plastic away to find a black and white cartoon skeleton peering up at her. She stares down at its eyes and picks it up to toss into the corner when her hand sinks through. She looks at the toy astonished, and squeezes it again. The fluff inside gives way easily under her pressure but springs back up immediately when she releases it. After a tense moment, Wednesday brings it up to her chest and squeezes. 

The hug- if you could even call it that- lasts only a few seconds, but it’s the longest one she’s ever had control over. Other people were difficult to embrace- literally and physically- but the stuffed toy had no emotions or wants for her to deal with. It won't linger too long or pick her up awkwardly and swing her around like a child. If she were to hug it again, she would be in complete control. So she places it next to her pillow.

She begins walking towards her typewriter when she notices Thing from the corner of her eye, “Not a word of this to anyone.”