#this one was really fun to write!

[sweetlilbird]

Hey hun! For the headcanon asks, I was wondering in you had any thoughts on the guys’ love languages (either giving or receiving, whichever you want) for underfell, fellswap and horror tale?

And congrats on the 100 followers!! 💕

Of course! And thank you! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Underfell:

Red: For giving, Red is all about physical touch. Whether it's a hand hovering over your lower back as you're talking with someone, him resting his chin on your shoulder, or even pulling you in for a tight squeeze, Red shows most of his affection and feelings for you through touch. It's much easier when words fail him (which is all of the time).

For receiving, however, he actually prefers words of affirmation! Most of the time, he's stuck in his head thinking he's no good and how on earth he managed to find someone like you - that's where you come in a tell him exactly what he means to you! Red will blush like crazy and try to brush it off, but he's a sucker for sweet words.

Edge: For giving, acts of service all the way for Edge. Like Red, he is not so good with words, so he shows his love for you through his actions; cooking your favorite meal after a long day at work/school, helping you out with chores because he wants you to take a break, things like that! Though, he tends to be a bit overbearing with this, so if it's becoming too much for you, it's best to tell him so. He'd hate to make you feel like you are incapable! He just wants to help.

For receiving, give this skeleton tons and tons of physical touch! Edge will act like he doesn't want to be snuggled, but he desperately craves the attention and touch. Rub his skull as he lays down on your lap or kiss him on the underside of his chin and he'll be putty in your hands.

Fellswap:

Black: For giving, Black is also an acts of service type of guy, just in a slightly different way than Edge. Black will actually completely take over tasks for you, without asking of course, insisting that you go and rest while he takes care of it. This can be a point of contention with some people, and just like with Edge, you're going to have to tell him if it's too much. Black doesn't quite understand the issue at first, as he is only trying to show you that he's capable of caring for you, but once you explain it to him, he'll ease up on it. Another giving language for him is words of affirmation! Black will notice if you were feeling down instantly, and in his very odd but charming way would comfort you with his words.

Receiving language for Black would have to be acts of service and physical touch morphed into one. Black works long, stressful hours and he'd love nothing more than to come home to his partner and rest. If you were to give him a back massage, run him a warm bath or even order his favorite take out, his sockets would be filled with hearts and possibly even tears. He loves to be pampered by his partner!

Rus: For giving, Rus is definitely a gift giver! However, his gifts aren't exactly what you'd think; he's a very crafty person and he loves working with his hands, so most of the time he's busy making little gifts for his partner during his down time. Things like scarves, small trinkets, even jewelry! He'd love to see you wear a necklace he made you from a small rock he found, wrapped in jewelry wire. Rus also likes to buy you things that pertain to your interests, like if you were really into a certain video game, he'd buy you little collectables to put on your shelves.

For receiving, Rus is big on quality time and physical touch! Rus enjoys parallel play - meaning he's completely content with the two of you doing different things but still sitting next to each other. You could be working on a new project while he sits beside you and plays a game, and he'd be completely content. He also loves hugging and being hugged, especially if you hug him from behind! You may be shorter than him, but he'll tell you that he likes having you as his little back pack!

Horrortale:

Bear: For giving, Bear is definitely a gift giver, but in a very different way. Bear likes to give his partner the gift of experiences, meaning he'll take you on small adventures all of the time! Bear loves taking his partner into the forest, foraging for different mushrooms and herbs. You two would be walking down a small trail and Bear would call for your attention towards him, only to find his arm outstretched towards you with a small little wildflower in his hand.

For receiving, Bear desperately needs words of affirmation. Due to his injury, he tends to forget a lot of things, and with that he is much more harsh to himself. He constantly berates himself for messing up on the smallest things, so it's good for him to have his partner remind him that he is not a failure and that they love him just the way he is. Bear also enjoys physical touch, but he'd prefer it if his partner didn't touch the top of his skull or his legs.

Sugar: For giving, Sugar is all about physical touch. He has a hard time believing that anyone would ever want to be with him of all monsters, so he's constantly touching his partner to remind himself that they are, in fact, real. Sugar likes to pet his partner's hair or rub the back of their neck, sometimes even pulling them towards him for a side snuggle.

For receiving, please give Sugar words of affirmation and physical touch; he is probably the most touch starved out of the skeletons. Sugar can barely look at himself in the mirror without either crying or being disgusted by his own appearance, so having his partner reassure him that he's beautiful and he's not broken really means a lot to him. Sugar, just like his brother, is also constantly berating himself for being unable to do even the most basic of tasks, mostly due to his back. He won't ask for them, but Sugar would very much appreciate back massages from his partner, to alleviate at least some of the pain. Plus, he really likes the way your fingers feel on his bones.

Thank you for your ask! I hope you enjoyed! 🥰

[aibou-ftw]

Shopping With Jade

Fandom: Homestuck Pairing: John/Dave

Your heart skips a beat when Jade suddenly jumps off from the bench, immediately taking your arm in hers after she lands on her feet. “Come with me!” she yells as she proceeds to drag you away, barely leaving you any time to grab your shopping bags.

“Uh…where are you taking me, Jade?”

“To the perfect place to get Dave’s Christmas present!”

[britishchick09]

The Great Train Adventure: A Wadlow Sibling Fic

happy birthday to harold jr! this special fic starring him took 5 days to write (august 7th to the 12th)... and it's different from any i've done before! :o enjoy!

harold jr. loves playing with his train, but he wants more than just the living room. he dreams up a scenario full of stones, sisters, bandits... and lots of adventure!

 “Choo choo! Here comes the Wadlow Express!” Harold Jr. Wadlow announced.

A silver train zoomed down the tracks. It wound its way down before stopping abruptly. A huge hand was in its way!

“Oh no!” Robert exclaimed. “How will the train get around?”

It poked the hand a couple times.

“I don’t think that’ll work.”

“Get out of the way, Mr. Hand!” Harold Jr. said. “Please?” The hand barrier lifted. The train zoomed down the tracks before coming to a halt.

“We’ve arrived at Alton Station, folks!” Harold Jr. announced in a slightly deep voice. “This is your captain, Harold Wadlow, speaking. Have a great day!” Robert chuckled. “That sounds more like an airplane pilot.”

Harold smiled as he let go of his toy train set. “It’s always fun to go around the tracks, but I wish we could go around the world.”

“Around the world? That would take an awfully long time. Although it would probably be faster than eighty days.”

“I mean go somewhere other than the living room floor! Like when we went to Chicago last winter.”

“I remember that. You wouldn’t stop talking about the train trip when we got home! But then you moved right onto airplanes.”

“I love planes, trains and automobiles! But I love trains most of all right now. It would be so much fun to take another trip on one,” Harold Jr. grinned. “Or maybe an adventure! One beyond our imaginations!”

He moved a black box forward and flicked a switch, causing the train to move on its own! It was powered by electricity. He watched the train loop around the shining tracks as he began a new journey…

...

 It was a sunny summer afternoon. A sleek, modern train sped along the tracks.

A girl in an old-fashioned burgundy dress frowned as she rapidly waved a hand fan back and forth. She moved it away from her face while saying, “I do wish it wasn’t so stuffy in here!”

“Oh, Helena, you���re always complaining!” a girl with sausage curls said. “Crack a window or something.”

"Oh, I can't possibly do that. It would mess up my gloves."

"Well, I don't think it's too bad."

Helena looked down at her sister. “You’re still young, Bettina. You don’t know what it’s like to be a lady like me. All these buttons to button and corsets to lace!”

“I lace corsets and button my buttons and I’m perfectly fine,” Bettina said. “You’re just fussy.”

Helena crossed her arms with a frown. “I am not stuffy!” “Just this morning you said my curls weren’t tight enough. And here you are fixing the bow on my dress!”

Helena took her hand away from Bettina and looked out the window.

“Air troubles?” a deep voice asked.

The sisters looked up, seeing a tall man.

“Yes, it’s horribly stuffy in here.” Helena said. “Even though I’m perfectly fine!” Bettina added. “And it’s ‘terribly’. ‘Horribly’ seems too strong.”

“We can take care of that…” the man said with a smile.

He pushed a button on the ceiling. Air floated down onto sisters!

“Wow!” Bettina exclaimed. “Is this train magic?”

The man chuckled. “No, it’s air conditioning.”

“What an amazing thing! I wish we had this back in-” Helena stopped and gave a sheepish smile. “Thank you…”

“Mr. Roberto,” the man said with a smile. “I’m very glad I could help make your experience better. Would you like anything to eat and drink? Our specials are lemonade and soda.”

“A ham and cheese sandwich with soda for me!” Bettina replied.

“Tea sandwiches and lemonade for me,” Helena said. “Those won’t get crumbs on my new dress or harm my teeth.”

The sisters squinted at each other.

“Sandwiches and drinks coming right up,” Roberto said before going over to the aisle across from them. “And would you like anything, sir?”

A boy named Junior looked up from his book. “I’ll have a glass of lemonade. Or maybe a soda. Or both!”

Roberto chuckled. “Coming right up.”

Junior set his book down. This was his first time traveling alone. He was nervous, but so far everything had gone well. Conductor Wadlow had let him pull the whistle! Now, he looked out the window.

“I wonder where we are.” Junior said out loud.

“We’re in northern Arizona,” Bettina replied. “I’ve been following the route on my map the whole time!”

Junior leaned forward, smiling at the friendly girl. She held up a map of the United States and pointed at Arizona.

“Wow, I thought it would be like the desert!” Junior remarked. “Most of this state is nothing but a dry wasteland,” Helena replied. “But it’s nice up north,” She leaned back with a sigh. “I’ll be happy when we finally get to California!”

“California? That’s where I’m going! I’m visiting my friend, Ralph. I live in Illinois, so we’ve been pen pals up until now,” Junior replied. “Where did you guys come from?”

“From the-”

Helena gave Bettina an unladylike nudge and said, “From nowhere in particular.”

“But it’s a long way from home, that’s for sure!” Bettina added before giving a sheepish chuckle.

Just then, someone pushed the train car doors open with a cart. It was Addina the waitress.

“I have two orders of sandwiches and three orders of drinks,” she said as she stopped the cart in between the sisters and Junior. “Made with love, of course!”

Junior was handed his glasses of lemonade and soda. He took a sip of one, then the other. He decided that they tasted better separately!

"Mmm, delicious!" Bettina said before taking a big bite of her sandwich.

"How not ladylike!" Helena sniffed disapprovingly before telling Addina, "Thank you."

Addina smiled. "You're very welcome. Call if you need anything else."

She exited the passenger car. As soon as the door closed, a scream could be heard! Harold Jr. nearly choked on his lemonade in surprise. He and the sisters looked over their shoulders, watching as Addina stumbled backwards into the car. The cart was shoved aside, but it wasn't her doing...

"Take one more step and the giant gets it!" a rough voice said.

Out came a man wearing a bandana and a cowboy hat, both in black.

Helena raised her eyebrows and began to rise from the seat.

"Stay down!" the man ordered, pointing his switchblade at her.

Helena sat down, trying to keep her voice calm as she asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm The Bad Bandit," the man said. "And I want something you have."

Junior didn't have anything valuable in his suitcase. He looked over at the sisters. Their blue eyes were fearful. Now that they were wider, he could see a speck of gold in them.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure we can get it without any trouble," Addina said. "Now if you'll just sit down and-"

The Bad Bandit's mouth couldn't be seen, but Junior could tell that he was frowning.

"I don't play nice,” he growled. “Not after what happened. Now if you'll get outta my way, we'll get this done a lot quicker!"

He brandished his switchblade again, pointing it at Addina's neck. Junior jumped up and grabbed her hand. She stepped near the seats, moving away from the bandit. Then she rushed into the seat in front of Junior, who confronted the bandit.

"Just tell us what you want," he said. "Then everyone can stay safe."

The Bad Bandit narrowed his eyes. "I want..."

He lunged towards the sisters. Bettina grabbed Helena's fan and whacked the bandit with it, sending him to the ground! She pointed it at him and said, "No one touches my sister except for me, you hear?"

The bandit made another move, but Junior tackled him to the floor! He looked into the bandit's eyes for a moment, noting that it looked like a speck of dust was stuck in them. Then he saw a shiny object tumble out of his pocket. Junior picked it up. It was a purple stone.

Helena gasped. "Why, that's-"

Junior didn't hear the rest of her sentence. After absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against the stone, he appeared outside of the train!

"Ahhh!" Junior screamed.

He was holding onto the windowsill of the train. The window jiggled, moving alongside his hair, which whipped through the wind.

Helena opened it. She took a deep breath, enjoying the air for just a moment before calling, "Grab my hand!"

Junior took her gloved hand. She and Bettina pulled him into the train. He collapsed on the seat in a huff.

"What in the world just happened?" he asked.

"Helena saved your life!" Bettina replied in amazement.

"It wasn't entirely ladylike, but I couldn't leave you hanging," Helena said before shutting the window. "How in the world did you get out there?"

Junior felt the stone in his pocket and took it out. "I rubbed this and the next thing I knew, I was dangling!"

Bettina took the stone, gazing at it in awe before fishing through her dress pockets. "I knew it looked familiar…"

She held out an identical stone!

"Where did you get this?" Helena asked the bandit.

"I've had it for years," he replied before telling Bettina, "As long as you've been around."

Bettina frowned. "You don't know that. You don't know me!"

"You don't know me... but I do."

"Of course you do..." Junior smiled. "You're related to him!"

Bettina gasped. "What?"

"Oh my!" Addina exclaimed.

"H- How in the world do you know that?" Helena asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I thought I saw some dirt in his eye... but it was really a speck," Junior said. "A speck of gold!"

“Just like our eyes…” Helena whispered.

She slowly walked over to The Bad Bandit.

“Helena!” Bettina exclaimed, reaching out to grab her sister’s arm.

Helena moved her arm and stood in front of The Blue Bandit. She slowly removed his bandana and hat. Hair just as blonde as the sisters and eyes just as blue and gold greeted her.

“Eugenio?” Helena whispered.

The Bad Bandit’s eyes sparkled as he smiled. “Helena.”

Helena grinned and gave him a hug. “Oh, I never thought I’d see you again!”

Addina wiped a tear from her eye as Roberto ducked into the car. He silently sat in the nearest seat and watched the happy scene.

“How do you know him?” Bettina inquired.

Helena let go of Eugenio. Tears were in her eyes as she looked at Bettina and said, “This is our brother.”

“Wha- We have a brother?”

“Yes, you do,” Eugenio said. “I left when you were just a baby. But it wasn’t on purpose!” He looked at the stone Junior held. “That stone is responsible.”

“He disappeared and we had no idea where he went,” Helena said. “We searched for years, but it seemed like he was gone for good…. until I found our stone in the attic. As soon as I saw the missing half, I knew what had happened. That’s when I knew we couldn’t stop searching for him!”

“Then you taught me how to use the stone,” Bettina remembered. “And we’ve been traveling ever since. I had no idea the person we were looking for was our brother!”

Helena nodded. When she looked at Eugenio again, her expression had changed to annoyance.

“I didn’t expect him to be such a jerk when we reunited!”

Eugenio flinched. “I’m sorry! I’ve been traveling through the decades trying to find you! It’s been hard adjusting to life in the future,” He lowered his head with a sigh. “I guess that jaded me.”

Junior’s eyes widened in surprise “Wait, did you just say… ‘traveling through the decades’?”

The siblings looked at each other. “You might as well know,” Helena said. “We’re from the nineteenth century.” “The stone helps us travel through time!” Bettina added.

“That’s why life’s been so hard for me,” Eugenio said. “It’s tough adjusting to the future multiple times. I had to relearn everything. I tried going back home, but the stone sent me further along! It was so frustrating…”

Helena put a hand on his shoulder. “Life will be a lot easier from now on. You can leave your life of crime behind and live with us.”

“We’ll go home together!” Bettina exclaimed with a grin.

“Yes…” Eugenio ruffled her curls. “Together at last.”

...

 The siblings reconnected throughout the rest of the journey. Junior was fascinated by their stories, especially Eugenio’s.

The train arrived in California all too soon. Junior followed the siblings to a secluded area in the station.

“Thank you for reuniting us,” Helena said. “I never thought I’d see my brother again!” Junior smiled, lowering his head as his face warmed bashfully. “It was nothing.” “Even though it was everything,” Eugenio ruffled his hair. “Thanks a lot, kid.”

Junior raised his head and said, “I wish we could keep in touch somehow. But you’re going to a different century!” “Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Bettina held up the stone. “We have a little help!”

Junior grinned. “We’ll meet up as soon as I’m home! See you then!”

The siblings said their goodbyes. Then Bettina and Helena held onto Eugenio as he rubbed the stone. A second later, they faded away. They had returned to the nineteenth century.

Just then, Junior heard a voice call, “There you are!” “Ralph!” Junior called back.

He ran over to his pen pal and gave him a hug.“How was the trip?” Ralph inquired. “Was it fun?” “Oh, was it ever!” Junior replied. “It’s a trip I’ll never forget!”

...

 “When Junior came home, he found something waiting for him at home. It was a stone! Now he could visit the siblings, too. They remained friends for the rest of their time,” Harold Jr. concluded the story. “The end!” Robert clapped. “That was a great story!”

They heard sniffles and looked over their shoulders. To their surprise, Betty, Helen and Eugene were leaning over the couch.

“You’re crying over that?” Eugene asked Helen.

“What? It’s a beautiful story about family!” Helen gave him a look. “Don’t lie, you got a bit emotional during the reveal.”

“I didn’t expect the sisters to be related to The Bad Bandit!” Betty remarked.

“Even though we’re related in real life?” Eugene asked.

“Well, the rules of Storyland don’t apply to real life. It was such a great twist!”

“Looks like we have a storyteller in the house.” Robert said, smiling at Harold Jr.

“I have more train stories if you want to hear them.” Harold Jr. said.

“Yeah!” Betty exclaimed, rushing to her brothers.

She sat beside the toy train. Helen and Eugene followed her soon after. Then Harold Jr. flicked the train’s switch, sending the siblings on a new great adventure.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[pollen]

+ reblog to elaborate or explain why in the tags 🐥

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[erinwantstowrite]

Dick and Tim would be REALLY good on reality tv,,, they're both charismatic (please do not forget that Tim makes friends/allies easily just like Dick can), handsome, CLEVER, and know how to play to a persona. i think they'd go on shows for fun and to de-stress. like one too many things piss them off in their daily lives and they could pretty much get a vacation from it just to go on these shows. no one in the family can talk to them and they get to annoy people, crack jokes, and get fun puzzles in the form of a literal puzzle or figuring out social dynamics of the other players.

sometimes they go on shows by themselves but mostly use it as a brotherly bonding activity. if it's a show where they can be a duo they're GOING to do it. and they're going in to play to a storyline, not to win. they don't need the money, they don't need the publicity, they just want to have fun. sometimes if they figure out that everyone on the show sucks and they get competitive, they'll win. but mostly their goal is "how can we make the funniest plot line look the most natural." or something like that. i know a producer LOVES to see them coming. i bet EVERYONE tunes in when they're on a show because they're fucking hilarious even if half of what they say are inside jokes. the rest of the family watches and they KNOW what those shits are pulling, they have betting pools where they guess what the two are gonna do next, they're the FIRST to make memes for both internet and for the family group chats.

one time they convinced Bruce to go (it's been many a years since he really had to play up the Brucie role, cause he's a dad now and the older he gets the more people expect him to mellow out, and even back when he was full Brucie, reality TV wasn't his thing). it was one of those survival based shows where you come is as a team and try to win together. Bruce got lost in the woods after going on a hike. The camera men literally lost him and Tim and Dick were playing it up for the camera. Dick cried and invited the other teams to a funeral. Tim had a speech that was basically "I think he's fine but this is my perfect opportunity to embarrass my dad with stories." The producers were like "we fucking killed Bruce Wayne oh my fucking god" and Bruce shows up at the funeral like "oh what a beautiful service my boys are so great." They won by pure luck and circumstances and they were actively TRYING to lose that game. They were gobsmacked at the end and everyone uses the moment they looked at each other in confusion and shock as reaction gifs

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[art-is-kayos]

Checking up on his commission

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:

[demaparbat-hp]

Imperfect Canvass

Read on AO3.

It's easy to forget, there, in Caldera. So they do everything in their power to remember. . The Blue Spirit and the Painted Ghost meet in the city each night, two souls in eternal search for repentance. Katara tries to find a way to kill the war, whatever it takes. Zuko, the Perfect Prince, offers her the only pieces of him that remain.

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[werewolfsmile]

Yeehaw, have another product my hyperfixation!!

[watch it on youtube]

This was so much fun to make despite being a bit tedious at times. I hope you all get some enjoyment out of it like I did!

[entwnii]

it’s already late at night when 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 walks out of the gym, his sport bag in his hand.

the droplets of water falling from his platinum blonde hair run down his face and the back of his neck. paired with the chill breeze of the night, it makes a trail of shivers run down his spine and goosebumps appear on his light skin.

god, why did he forget to bring a towel ?

he grabs his keys from the back pocket of his shorts before opening the car’s door, throwing his sport bag somewhere on the backseat while he slides down on the driver seat.

he turns his car on, a white porsche 718 spyder, hoping that his hair will dry during the ride home before driving off to your shared apartment.

the wind that blows through his blonde locks makes the pro athlete sigh in contentment, a small smile appearing on his slightly chapped lips as he drives through the busy streets of osaka, the neon lights of the stores lighting his face in various colors.

it doesn’t take him longer than twenty minutes to get to his residence, parking his convertible car in it’s usual spot.

atsumu grabs his bag’s handle and gets out of the car before locking it. he walks over to the apartment building’s entrance, opening the door and making his way to the staircase.

once he reaches the third floor, he walks over to the door of your shared apartment, the only one on the third floor.

the blonde-haired man unlocks the front door with his keys before stepping inside.

your fiancé carefully closes the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up. he kicks his shoes off his feet before placing his sport bag on the floor next to the door.

atsumu’s dark brown eyes are attracted by a small light coming from the living room.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the pro volleyball player walks over to the living room, scratching the back of his neck.

the frown on his face immediately disappears at the sight in front of him, a fond smile replacing it.

the television is on, mamma mia is currently playing on the screen, one of your favorite movies. there’s a plate of muffins on the coffee table, blueberry and lemon ones with powdered sugar icing on top along with a glass bottle of lemonade.

all the while you are laying on the skandi couch, facing the television, visibly asleep. one of your cheeks is pressed against the back of your hand, your eyes closed and your plump lips slightly parted. soft breaths escape you as one of atsumu’s large shirts is draped over your body.

despite all of his efforts not to wake you up, atsumu’s foot bumps into one of the couch’s footers, making him yelp at the sudden pain, which wakes you up.

atsumu watches as you turn around, facing the couch’s back, a frown on your face while a small whine escapes you. your eyelashes flutter open, trying to adjust your eyesight to the light coming from the television.

as you sit up, you start rubbing your eyes, letting a groan of complain before finally glancing to the side, glaring at your fiancé.

“sorry, baby.” atsumu flashes you a small smile, a hint of regret visible in his eyes, despite his urge to laugh at your sleepy appearance.

“how’s my future mama ?” he asks as he places his hands on the back of the skandi couch, leaning towards you.

“fine, but she was quite calm until you arrived.” you accusingly tell him, a subtle frown on your features as you place a hand on your baby bump.

“‘t’s not my fault she likes my voice.” atsumu lets out a chuckle, placing a hand on the side of your face, turning your head to place a small peck on your plump lips. “only two months left…”

you let out a small hum at his words, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

atsumu parts away from your plump lips, licking his own. “imma eat somethin’, what do ya wanna eat ?”

you scratch the bridge of your nose with your nails, thinking about his offer. “i want vanilla ice cream… with olive oil and salt.”

atsumu nods his head at your request, a small ‘kay’ leaving his lips before he walks over to the kitchen.

he knows better than to criticize your cravings, especially since it isn’t the weirdest one out of your seven months of pregnancy.

your fiancé turns on the kitchen’s lights, scratching the back of his neck as he walks around the kitchen to gather the ingredients.

he grabs two bowls from one of the drawers before turning over to the fridge and opening it. he grabs the vanilla ice cream container along with his oatmeal and the milk.

atsumu places a good amount of oatmeal into his bowl before pouring some milk on top and putting the bowl on the side.

he then begins to scoop out some vanilla ice cream, placing it in the second bowl before grabbing the olive oil. he pours a trail of the oil on top of the ice cream and sprinkles some sea salt on top.

the blonde-haired boy wipes the kitchen counter, cleaning the small mess he made, and puts the ingredients back in the fridge.

he grabs both the bowls, along with two tablespoons and walks back to the living room.

“here ya go, pretty girl.” atsumu announces with a grin on his face as he hands you your bowl and a spoon.

he slides on the skandi couch right next to you and digs into his oatmeal. he glances over at you, his grin widening as he watches the pleased expression on your face as you savor the ice cream.

“do you want to try it, ‘tsumu ?” you ask as you look over at atsumu, pointing to the mixture in your bowl with your spoon.

“nah, i’m not trustin’ you with that.” he shakes his head, a loud laugh escaping him.

safe to say that you were pissed at him after that, which only made him laugh more.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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