#varyaschmidt

[sadiepratt-blog1]

‡ from varya for danny and sadie, ‡ for milo from oswald

under a cut bc this got hella long whoops

To say Danny was surprised by the feeling of the bed dipping down next to him would be a total understatement. He really had thought she’d left for her own apartment a while ago--- then again, he wouldn’t put it past his roommates to keep her occupied until it was past her bedtime. “ What are you--- ” he started, almost automatically, though his words were ended with an abrupt sigh. “ Mi casa es su casa, I guess, ” Danny conceded sarcastically, eyes locking on the girls exhausted form. Yeah, he didn’t quite have the heart to kick that out. 

Sadie sat at her vanity, fingers working to detangle her long strands of hair. It was repetitive, almost routine at this point, and so she couldn’t be blamed for the sharp intake of breath as she noticed another figure appear in the reflection in her mirror. She spun round just in time to catch the other girl’s eyes as she fell to her bed. “ Uh--- Var? Landon’s room is next door. If... that’s your goal here... ” Though, as she caught her friend’s tired expression, she decided that she’d probably made the better choice of rooms to crash in. “ Or not. Here’s cool too. Just... beware I get really cold at night. May or may not steal all of the blankets. ”

It was like a sleepover, right? Just like when they were younger. Or at least that’s what Milo kept telling himself as he and his best friend laid at opposite ends of his bed, staring at the ceiling, recounting the day’s most unfortunate events. So no, this wasn’t anything like when they were younger--- this was so much more pitiful. Then again, the stakes were so much higher these days than they ever could’ve been when the two were still in grade school. Almost made him wish they could go back to that time, if only for a moment. 

[landonpratts-blog]

we’re alone now, you could kiss me.

send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.

Landon’s otherwise devilishly wicked face drew blank for some seconds, it wasn’t often he was caught of guard or needed time to process anyone’s words, usually he was a loaded canon about to fire at any given moment. He had never been any different with girls, placing his hands onto their bodies and his lips to theirs, it was something he did so often he’d mastered the skill in epic timing. But something about Varya changed him, no matter how reckless he was -- or how bad he wanted to kiss her he found himself being cautious and cool. It was something that frightened him as he never experienced this kind of emotion with anyone else and yet when her sweet voice rang trough his ears he felt himself freeze in a formation of panic and terror. 

He shrugged turning around so that he could give his face time to recover from the shock. “Are you saying you wouldn’t wanna’ kiss me in front of all them?” he asked looking over his shoulder and gesturing his thumb to the town. He grinned while facing Varya again and tugged anxiously at the ends of his hoodie before leaning down to her height. “I’ve never been this short before - its weird” he declared before delicately pressing his lips to the shorter girl. He felt something inside him jolt like the breaks of a car before a red light and placed his idle hands on her hips before pulling out of the kiss. “We’re gonna need some kinda’ step ladder if we’re to do that again.”

[wcteredbridge]

‡ ; arthur and peter

arthur - 

rapunzel shivered beneath her covers. it was summer which often meant warmer temperatures but the cool night air still managed to give her a chill up in the dusty attic she called her bedroom and without much meat on her bones she seemed to get colder far faster than normal human beings. she hadn’t realized it but her teeth begun to chatter and the blonde had to put a hand over her lips to mute the sound. unfortunately the boy sleeping on her floor had heard and slipped his way under her sheets. it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling she just wished he didn’t feel the need to take care of her all the time. “i’m s-sorry...” rapunzel whispered, turning to face arty, hugging her arms closer to her in an attempt to keep herself warm. “i-i-i didn’t mean to wake you. y-you don’t have to keep me warm. u-unless the floor i-is really cold which is just fine....” she rambled before slipping into the boys arms. 

peter - 

“peter i-i’m not telling you another story, I already told y-you one tonight.” the redhead had some thing about climbing into rapunzels window late at night because he couldn’t sleep and, though normally she’d be fine with this, there was a part of her that needed sleep herself. “y-you can stay here for the n-night but just to sleep. n-no more stories okay? not until morning...”

[blanchereinc-blog]

‡ ; from oswald

Blanche relaxed in bed her windows open and fans on, it was finally getting nice outside to where she could do so, she popped in a movie and made herself some popcorn, after finishing the movie she sat the finished popcorn bag on the ground for her to throw away in the morning and turned the tv to a random station for back ground noise she hated having it to quiet so being able to leave her window open was a plus, she laid under a light blanket since it was hotter outside she turned on her side and turned the light off and started to dose off but, as she started to dose she heard her door creak open slightly and a larger figure lay behind her in bed and scoot under the blankets with her, she turned over and saw it was Oswald, “I hope you know this mean you have to cuddle with me..” She joked with a smile.

[wickcdreagan]

☼ (applies for all my three muses, aka beau and arthur too)

Arthur

Bree had felt bad that the boy was sick but she hadn’t expected to stay the entire night taking care of him. When she woke up in the morning, tissues surrounding her on the bed and a wall of pillows surrounding the two of them, she wondered what had led her to this point. Letting herself take a few moments to fully wake up the girl examined Arthur. Was he alright? He looked alive and well. Looking at the time, Bree realized that she was going to be late. Slipping out of the bed with a quick kiss to her friends forehead she found a piece of paper writing that she’d be back after her shift and if he needed anything to call her. With one last look she ran out the door.

Beau

Bree knew what waking up next to Beau might look like to other people but the boy had saved her. During a night of accidental drug use and her paranoia taking full control of her, Beau had been the only person willing to help the ditsy blonde. Looking at him now as the sunlight began to pool in her room she wondered if this made them friends or if he still had reservations against such a relationship. So many thoughts jumbled in her brain and all Bree could do was let her eyelids flutter close as she fell back to sleep once more. 

Varya

Maisie hated to like Varya. She hated to feel attachment to anyone much less a wild card like the spunky brunette. Attachment meant pain and pain was something she fearlessly wanted to avoid at all costs. Yet, as she woke up to Varya wrapped up in her arms, Maisie couldn’t help but feel something close to content for her fondness over Varya. Maybe it wasn’t so bad liking someone. Maybe it wasn’t so bad at all... The girl rustled and Maisie held her breath. Varya settled down but the girl wasn’t positive she would stay that way. As her heart thumped against her chest, dying to jump right out of its cage, Maisie wondered if she had gone insane. This wasn’t her. This couldn’t be her.

[luciusharper-blog]

‡ ; for oswald? lol

send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.

“Wait wait wait, I was kidding wait!” Lucius fought to pull the duvet over his head before Oz bounded into the bed after him. He didn’t make it in time, though, despite his newer reflexes. He slumped immediately, defeated, as Oz curled up around him. He was so warm whereas Lucius was always dead cold. He lie stiff as a board as he stared up at his ceiling in disbelief.  He’d mentioned in passing that he missed the times he used to crawl into Oz’s bed when he first moved in with the Harpers. How he used to have nightmares that he would be forced to move again so soon. That somehow, a scrappy little kid managed to make him feel more protected as opposed to an older brother. He must have been getting too sentimental because now he had to deal with a full grown Oswald in his bed and a very angry Beelzebub because Oz stole his spot. “You’re the weirdest brother, ever,” he said fondly.

[charming-wolfprince]

☼ cause why noooooot

It had been a long night at the Den with Peter and Varya. She wanted to call an uber but Peter never trusted those dang people so he offered to take her back to his place and she could sleep in his bed. As for him, he would sleep on the couch in his room. When the sun rised he was the first to wake up and went over to his friend. Gently shaking her he whispered, “Hey I made you some breakfast if you want some.”

[waterisms-blog1]

‡ for oswald! c:

send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

Morgan was reading a magazine, one of those boring ones that you’d find in a doctor’s office, laid out on their bed. The earbuds they had in was blasting and they bobbed their head along, singing. Due to the noise, they didn't hear the other come in until the bed dipped beside them. Morgan nearly fell off as they looked to the intruder. "Fuck, Oz. You 'bout gave me a heart attack. Next time, let a person know you're coming in." They shook their head, hand coming down from where it had clutched their chest. "Besides, what are you doing in my room? On my bed?"

[toulousechat-blog]

☼ for arthur and his sis :)

Arthur 

Pushing the boy from his couch, shaking him by the shoulder, Toulouse tried to wake Arthur. The two had been watching a movie the night before, falling asleep passed out on the couch as their movie marathon ran too long. Tou didn’t know who had passed out on the other’s shoulder first, him or the brunette, but the two had comfortably fallen asleep, snoring and drooling on each other. “Get up Arthur. We missed it. Jason Bourne saved the world and we fucking missed it.”

Varya 

Groaning, Toulouse rolled over, his arm knocking into Varya’s side. Ugh, he’d forgotten that she’d crawled into his bed the night before, some nightmare waking her and sending her scurrying for the safety of the older brother. His arms wrapping around his foster sister’s small frame, pulling her into his chest. Tou’s lips pressed to the top of her head, the blonde closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep. Varya’s hair smelled like strawberries. Since when did they own strawberry scented shampoo? Toulouse sighed, holding Varya close. As long as he was her big brother, nothing was going to harm her.

[brittiism-blog]

Would Bang [ from Varya, Arthur, Oswald, Dimitri, Peter, Beau ✨ ]

Varya

“Oh of course.” Britt laughed, nodding. “She is one of my best friends, but to tap that Schweet Ass? I’d do it in a heartbeat. Glad to know we’re on the same page though.”

Arthur

Britt frowned, tilting her head to the side, her nose wrinkling in confusion. Was Arthur good looking? Certainly, Brittany definitely thought so, what with those bright eyes and that soft looking blonde hair. But had he ever slept with someone before? “I mean…. I’m not opposed, but I just…. You do know what to do, right?”

Oswald

“Bang? Oh god, you’re finally picking up on the lingo kids use nowadays. Good for you, I’m proud.” She smiled, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I can’t lie, you’d look better with that sweater vest off, but are you gonna go back to judging me for who I sleep with as soon as we’re done?” 

Dimitri

Her giggle was infectious, a hand coming to cover her mouth, as if trying to hide the high pitched laughter echoing from her chest. “I think that bit is obvious, Di.” Her hand moved to her hair, brushing some behind her ear - revealing the large grin formerly behind her hand. “You know….. all you have to do is make a move.” 

Peter 

She glanced up at the red head, his smile almost wicked, the corners of his lips quirked up into a grin, the rest of his lips following in a lopsided fashion. Britt wasn’t sure if she’d ever met him, but now she was kicking herself for not knowing him earlier. He sure was easy on the eyes. “Yeah? You wanna go a round or two with me?” She raised a brow, her tone teasing despite the words almost being serious.

Beau

“I’m gonna pass on that one, but thanks for the vote of confidence.” Britt shook her head, pouring Beau a glass of mango juice, having come home with Sadie after work. “That’d be like if Landon asked. Weird. You two are like my brothers. That I never really had, but I do now.”

[oldcharminghqgossip]

Right so handy-dandy number randomizer gave me this list (with a bit of encouragement). Best to seek out your partner ASAP to ask them their questions. First pair done gets a prize!

@tianafck & @fckinmaisie

@toulousechat & @skelebeau

@megxrx & @madeline-morris

@brittiism & @blairiiisms

@kingscully & @dearseth-hansen

@sadiepratt & @lilblondeflower

@dannyrxmero & @siabau

@candiehughes & @hannahrdrgz

@curtis-bonnet & @mickmunroe

@iridessant & @berdolce

@varyaschmidt & @tiffmarsh

Under the cut is your questionnaire. Fill it out and get it back to me by the end of the night. (Aka submit them to me.)

Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would they want as a dinner guest?

Would they like to be famous? In what way?

What would constitute a “perfect” day for them?

Do they have a secret hunch about how they will die?

Name three things you and your partner have in common.

For what in their life do they feel most grateful?

If they could change anything about the way they were raised, what would it be?

If they could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

If a crystal ball could tell them the truth about one thing, what would they like to know?

What’s their life’s ambition?

What is the greatest accomplishment of their life?

What do they value most in a friendship?

What is their most treasured memory?

What is their most terrible memory?

What does friendship mean to them?

What are 5 positive characteristics of your partner?

How close and warm is their family?

What’s their most embarrassing story?

When did they last cry?

Tell your partner something that you like about them already.

What, if anything, do they think is too serious to be joked about?

What would they rescue from a house fire?

Of all the people in your family, whose death would they find most disturbing?

[sadiepratt-blog1]

☼ (for arthur / varya / beau ) ✨

under a cut bc this is really fucking long thanks polaroid

Arthur:

Sadie wasn’t a fan of sharing her personal space, especially with people whom she didn’t know well. Though, nobody would have guessed, as she was currently curled up on the floor, blankets spread out in a makeshift bed made for ten. It had been a decent party, really, until the storms came almost out of nowhere, confining all of the guests to the house. A few of the host’s closer friends had taken beds upstairs, but for the most part, everyone else was spread out on the living room floor. Not ideal.

An arm pinned her to the floor, and Sadie threw it off of her nearly the moment she opened her eyes, grumbling incoherently as she attempted to rub the headache straight out of her brain. “ Sorry, ” she apologized half-heartedly as the culprit was woken up in consequence. She’d talked to him once or twice the night before, right? Andy? Archie? Arthur, maybe? “ Not a big fan of touching. ”

Varya:

One thing Sadie had learned since meeting the brunette was that when Varya promised something, she always delivered. She’d promised black out drunk this time, and sure as hell, the two were sprawled out together in Varya’s bed, piles of tangled hair covering the pillows. Sadie’s makeup was surely smeared all over her pale skin, and the brunette beside her had one shoe still on, the other tossed haphazardly to the other side of the room.

As soon as Sadie gained consciousness, the ear-splitting headache became ever apparent. “ God, why? ” she complained overdramatically, pressing a pillow against her head as if that might take away the pain.

Beau:

It wasn’t something Sadie had done in a while, sharing a bed with either of her brothers. It was something they used to do all the time when they were younger, staying up later than they should, flashlights under blanket forts, ghost stories, crashing in each other’s rooms. But they grew out of it as they grew older, and none of them were willing to admit how much they missed each other’s unquestionable company. And so, after a particularly bad day, Sadie reverted back to her childhood, if only for a moment. Invading her little brother’s room, she all but forced him to rewatch the entirety of Buzzfeed’s Unsolved series with her, though she heard no complaints from him. And, inevitably, they’d crashed before Sadie could think to walk all the way back to her own bed. 

She awoke to Beau poking her in the face and, though it wasn’t pleasant, it was familiar, at least. She needed that. “ Fuck, stop, you’re annoying as hell, ” she mumbled, though she made no point to move, simply swatted haphazardly at his hand. 

[landonpratts-blog]

💭

Send “💭” for my characters thoughts on yours.

Landon doesn’t know how he’s supposed to feel about Varya on one hand she is the most adventurous and entertaining person he has ever met -- but on the other hand she’s tight with the Chat’s and that makes him concerned that she’ll end up cutting ties on their somewhat friendship if one of the Chat’s ask her too. He’s very intrigued by her, what she stands for, what she’s into, why she is the way she is and he’s never actually cared that much about another person to know more about their name before. He enjoys the time they spend together, she doesn’t drive him as insane as he initially thought she would plus he likes how she doesn’t seem to judge him or care that he’s a Pratt. If he was the type to have feelings -- which he doesn’t he would feel happier in her presence and he’s not saying shit right now that indicates that he does (he totally does) -- he also likes her eye colour but again he’s not saying shit.

[wcteredbridge]

♪ for arty!

The two of them are laying beneath a tall tree and as Punzie sketches the boys outline he takes her hand in his, halting her work, and tells her a story about their future. Something lovely and sweet; something that makes her future worthwhile.

[blanchereinc-blog]

Would Bang [ from Varya, Arthur, Oswald, Dimitri, Peter, Beau ✨ ]

“Surely you’re joking I mean we’ve never even talked!” @Beau 

“Oh, c’mon Varya.. We’ve talked what maybe once? Plus I don’t think I’m you’re type.. I mean not in a bad way just people like you don’t talk to people like me.” @varyaschmidt

“Okay, you’re taking the joking to far now, Oswald. Cuddling was okay but, I didn’t really take that serious either.” @ozwcld

“I don’t even know who you are so surely someone put you up to this.” @pters

“Yet, another person I don’t know.. Okay seriously, who paid you guys to do this.. You guys can seriously mess someone up..” @dimitrisprios

[oldcharminghq]

Congratulations POLAROID! You have been accepted as PETER ABBOT with a(n) KJ APA FC. You have 24 hours to send in your character’s account. We look forward to seeing you on the dash! @varyaschmidt

Congratulations DAKOTA! You have been accepted as CECIL FOSTER with a(n) EZRA MILLER FC. You have 24 hours to send in your character’s account. We look forward to seeing you on the dash! @straight-pride-month