#♧fluff

[shmowder]

I saw this post and wanted to have a go at it so

What Pathologic characters bring for your birthday Pt.1

The Healers

The Bachelor's giftting etiquette is shaped by years of courtesy academia gifts. Daniil plays it safe and goes for the more traditional gifts between professional colleagues usually accompanied by a polite congratulations letter. His gifts tend to fall more on the expensive side, and they can include:

A fountain pen that only works with a special type of ink that is very annoying to get a hold of. If you bring that fact up, he seems a bit embarrassed by not realising it sooner and offers to send you the ink whenever you run out.

A professionally carved chess set piece from imported wood. Each piece is beautifully designed with a twist to distinguish it from the usual chess pieces whilst still holding a resemblance to the traditional design.

A pocket watch with your initials engraved into the gold plated back. A matching chain is included to secure it to your clothes.

A one of a kind brooch from a jewler he frequents for repairs, it symbolises something he thinks is dear to you.

A glass swan decorative piece that's very delicate and intricately designed, made by an expert glass-blower from one piece

If he's out of all options, he pulls the good ol'reliable encyclopedia on beetles with coloured HD prints

The Haruspex's Gifts are what you'd expect from a community welcoming in a new person into the neighbourhood, they tend to be homely in nature and consumable to not take up space but instead offer a small comfort. The kin usually gift food, sewing kits and home appliances, things which make life easier despite being mundane and Artemy took after them. His gifts can include:

Groceries from fresh vegetables, raw meat to canned goods, dairy, and eggs. They fresh ones last you up to a week so you don't have to worry about grocery shopping or go hungry. While canned goods could be saved as emergency food.

Wood/fuel for the fireplace to keep warm, especially with how ruthless winter can be in this town. He thought about bringing a blanket to or a sweater, but knitting was never his speciality

Emergency sewing repair kit that fits in your pocket, it includes spare buttons for your clothes and several threads in different colours to blend in with the fabrics.

He will visit you a day before your birthday and help fix anything broken around your house, be it a creeking floorboard or a wobbling table. Maybe do errands to help you prepare for the birthday party

A carved wooden toy/trinket like the ones his father used to make him in his childhood. the cuts through the wood are very clean but the design itself is chunky, he tried his best.

The idea of gifting you a cattle did cross his mind, but he wasn't sure you knew how to take care of them or have the space....also they tend to be very expensive. He settled for a bull shaped soft toy that's very popular as a home protection charm in the steppe.

The Changeling's gifting is very impacted by the fact she spawned into existence in this world just a few weeks ago. Clara still has many questions about how the world works and why the selection of ediable rocks is very limited? Her gifts are sincere in the way they remind you of playing potion making with leaves and twigs as a kid. They can include:

a small bouquet of wild flowers found around the town that she must have spent some time collecting from the dirt on her knees

A fully functioning army grade rifle in perfect condition with a stash of bullets, if you ask how she got them, she just smiles

Pretty trinkets she found in a bin and washed, you may choose one and she's keeping the rest....Fine you can have two since it's your birthday

Someone's deepest darkest secret, you may choose who.

If you complain from a headache or backpain, she offers to heal you and cure you forever. When it doesn't work, she seems annoyed by it and instead offers you some morphine she had stashed away.

A friendship bracelet that she is very proud of making! Makes fun of you if she sees you wearing it. Clara still wears hers.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

No, I didn't say I was better than you, I said that if Jason Todd was my boyfriend, I'd crochet him book covers

[jadeoru]

INTRODUCTION: YN AND THE VIRGINS!

smudged lipstick: masterlist

fun facts:

▪︎ the band's name is ANTIGUN - noya came up with it

▪︎ the positions are:

yn - vocalist + rhythm guitarist, nishinoya - lead guitarist, kiyoko - bassist + backing vocals (screamer), tsukishima - drummer, akaashi - manager

▪︎ kiyoko's the only member that's verified because everyone else keeps getting banned

• kiyoko can fry scream and when she did it for the first time everyone was FLABBERGASTED

▪︎ akaashi was supposed to be the bassist but the thought of a big crowd watching him makes him queasy and ill

▪︎ they had to BEG tsukishima to join bc he was the only drummer they knew. he only joined cuz he owed yn a favor and has regretted it ever since (he loves the band but wont admit it)

▪︎ their inspirations are: title fight, paramore, kittie, dazey and the scouts, jack-off jill, bikini kill, joyce manor, movements, trophy eyes etc

▪︎ 50% of their songs are about sakusa and they always shout at yn every time she shows them new lyrics cuz like??? MOVE ON???

▪︎ they have over 200k monthly listeners on spotify, but one of their songs went viral so theyre slowly blowing up

▪︎ yn is a movements stan because i said so. (+ her priv is named after a movements song)

taglist: empty! feel free to reply to this or dm me to be added to the taglist :-]

[thesimpsbasement]

How do you think Azul would deal with having a s/o where he would say they would do crimes to people who would bully their s/o and s/o is like “That’s illegal, but awe 🥹”? Like if he paybacks someone, s/o is trying to be the voice of reason, but they’re smiling so it ruins it?

You're so right. omg, he'd be so extra about it, too

Azul is definitely the type to beat the shit out of your bullies no questions asked

But only after making sure you're okay of course,he has to take care of his precious angelfish before he gets his hands dirty

Even if the bullies didn't bother you that much, Azul is not having any of it.He's not going to let people disrespect you like that.He'd pamper you even I'd you protest,shower you in affection and after he's certain you're feeling better he excuses himself and leaves the room

You begin to worry when he still hasn't come back, that is until you hear a familiar voice or rather voices shriek in pain as 2 other familiar voices laugh hysterically. Rushing towards the VIP room,the scene you're met with was truly something.

Floyd and Jade holding your bullies still,said bullies bruised and bloodied.One might think the twins were responsible for this but as soon as you see the now injured bullies the dots connect. Despite not being the tallest or the most muscled man,Azul's physical strength shouldn't be underestimated. The damage on the now crying victims’ of Azul's wrath made you wince

Azul simply turns to you “hello darling,sorry for making you wait for so long,just have this mess to clean up” he says with a menacing smile. You want to feel bad for them especially when being held in a death trap like the tweels but you can't help but smile,letting out a chuckle. “Azul you can't just beat up people to a pulp like that,it's mean” you say.A part of you is telling you to be the voice of reason,to somehow convince Azul to not strangle anyone who dares to badmouth you,but at the same time another part of you is all over the moon.Seeing them in such a pathetic state made you feel giddy almost. “Nothing is too mean when it comes to protecting you” Azul simply replies “Now be a dear and wait for me in my room,I'll be back shortly” he says in a sweet voice.The bullies turn towards you with a pleading look but you simply smile,waving “Alright dear,don't bully them too much” you tease “Oh don't worry,I won't bully them, I'll just give them a piece of my mind” he says as he watches you leave.

Eventually, you hear the door opening,revealing your darling boyfriend.He sheds his outer layer of clothes,leaving him in his white button-down as he plops right beside you on his comfy bed. “Hope you didn't miss me too much” he says,pulling you towards him “you know I always miss you” you reply,pressing a kiss on his cheek,not missing the way his cheeks are dusted pink. “And I always miss you”, he replies,kissing your lips softly. When you pull away, you stare lovingly at him,admiring his beauty. You both stay in comfortable silence before you speak once more “you know you didn't have to do all that. it could've gotten in trouble”.Azul chuckles,hand cupping your cheek “Don't worry about that,angelfish ,besides even if they were to report me to the head mage I have my own ways of getting myself out of trouble” he says,almost menacingly. You sigh,shaking your head at his antics “Do you really have everyone wrapped around your fingers?” You ask “hmm not everyone” He says ,eyes locked on yours “You're the one who has me wrapped around their finger” he says before leaning in to steal a kiss.You sigh again,giggling as you cup his cheeks “mhmm just don't kill anyone next time alright?”.Azul smiles “I'll think about it” he says,causing you to roll your eyes ,hands moving towards his waist to pinch his sides,making the octopus yelp. “I protect you, and this is the thanks I get? Siiggghhh” he says in a fake sad voice. “Thank you, Azul, for your service” you say in a sarcastic voice before pressing your lips against his once more, “It's my pleasure”

[abiiors]

thinking about bbf!george on the first day of the year 🫶🏻💕

oh i'm so glad you're thinking about him haha. he's a sweetie and i miss him a lot so maybe a little new years blurb if you're up for it??? 👀

in an alternate world where everything is okay with matty, everything is fucking great actually, i think george whisks you off to somewhere warmer for the new year.

he's been planning this for a bit now--he started as soon as he got his first big cheque and presented you with two tickets to tenerife as your (second) christmas gift. watching you open it with a huge grin on your face is enough for him but he's even more excited when three days later you stand outside his apartment with your packed suitcases, waiting for him to tie his shoelaces so you can finally set off for the airport.

he loves how you can't stop bouncing on the balls of your feet and grinning with excitement every five minutes, how you cuddle into him to get some warmth back into your body and how your breath comes out in cold puffs as you make your way inside the airport.

george is absolutely over the moon that everything has worked out perfectly so far. and it even continues to do so--the flight is great, you find your hotel without getting lost, you check in with zero difficulties. and now here you are--flopped onto the cosy bed making plans for the day.

he can tell you're dying to go down to the beach (which starts right as the hotel property ends). from your window, it all looks so lively and happy and warm.

"should we get changed and go out?" he asks and you nod, crouching down to get your swimsuit out from your suitcase.

he lets you do your own thing for a bit while he gets changed into his swimming trunks and looks for some nice restaurants on his phone but when george sees you walk out the bathroom, cute yellow swimsuit on and your hair tied up with a claw-clip, his heart almost stops in his chest.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, barely stifling a smile and a flush that's about to take over your entire body.

he's on the bed in his swimming trunks. just that and nothing else.

his tattoos gleam in the sunlight coming in through the window and he looks almost unreal, especially when he stands up and walks towards you, smirking, fully aware of how it flusters you to see him like this.

"like what?" he asks and stops in front of you.

"like you don't intend on letting us leave this room any time soon."

a giggle slips out of you and suddenly he's lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. your ass is up in the air, right in front of him and of course, he takes that chance to smack it making you squeal and laugh.

"maybe i don't," he teases and the next thing you know is your back pressed against the mattress and his chest pressed against yours.

his mouth roams over your skin, kisses pressed onto your neck and down your chest, until his face is right between your tits and george looks up.

"do you want me to stop, sweetheart?"

his pupils dilate, fingers digging slightly into your skin. you can feel the way his body shakes with barely restrained control, the hardness of his muscles against the soft curves of your body and you shiver in delight.

"didn't say that now, did i?"

"mmm, no you didn't" he laughs in between kisses and captures your mouth in his. sweet at first and then a bit more urgent. still, it's lazy and languid and cosy.

the sun streaming in from the windows warms your skin and his movements make your blood heat up with desire. his heart beats so loud, the sound is all around you--grounding and calming and peaceful. and you feel his smile against your lips too, the gentleness of his hands against your skin.

it's only day one of your trip, you realise. you still have an entire week full of warmth and sunshine and george. an entire week full if utter fucking bliss.

[delilahcalicocat]

"Stay back dear, it's bad"

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Injury, Talk about injury, mainly fluff, small amount of cursing (not too much, just the words: Damn and Hell)

Pairing: Darby Allin & our lovely OC. Melody Moxley (Jon's little sister)

Summary: after Revolution, Jon Moxley's little sister Melody, Meets Darby, Only because she's working in Medical while she heals from her match on dynamite 2 weeks prior

WC: probably 1k or 2k-ish (I'm sorry)

Author's Note: I have a couple oneshots or drabbles, I'll be making. Refraining from the smut since my Brain is filled with a tooth-rotting amount of fluffy stories, and Original Characters. And I will not be making smut fics with gore in them, this is just a oneshot of Jon's sister meeting Darby after the match at revolution, since the image of him lying there has been like permanently ingrained into my head.

[Melody's POV:]

After a long night of tending to so many injured wrestlers, I found my worst case of injury. I had to watch the matches since I was taken off the card 2 weeks ago. I hurt my wrist pretty bad in a match with my older brother, but besides that. I'm having fun working in medical that was until revolution, after the main event. I was practically screaming internally, I saw a wrestler go through a panel of glass. So I got my glass removing items ready, it was going to be a long night I could tell.

But I stood outside the medical room as Darby walked by, he gave a weak smile and said

"Stay back dear, It's bad" He limped into the room before sitting down

"Well, I'm the Worker thats on right now. My co-worker clocked out 2 hours ago." I huffed out with a frown

"Wait. So you've been dealing with half the roster for over 3 hours?!" He said

"Yeah, such is my life." I replied

"Well Damn. You have it rough." He said

"Alright, enough Chit-Chat, we gotta get the glass slivers out of your back and stitch you up." I sighed, putting gloves on.

I started removing the slivers, they were in there deep, I also had a towel for every other second I had to wipe this man's back off, after 1 tedious hour of work, I got all the slivers out, they now sat on a tray, I counted 299 slivers of glass.

"How the actual Hell did you manage to get 299 Glass slivers in your back?" I asked him

He didn't respond to my question, but I continued on. I started to stitch his head up, and I had to wipe his head occasionally. But that's fine.

"You've probably lost more blood then my brother in his match." I said

"Who's your brother?" He asked me

"My brother is Jon Moxley." I sighed

"Oh, You're Melody Moxley?" He said

"Yeah I am, Former woman's champ. Until I got injured" I sighed again

"How'd you get injured?" He seemed curious about my story

"I got my wrist slammed against an exposed turnbuckle, then had said wrist get crushed by a chair." I said with a sigh

"Oh, Damn. That had to hurt" He said

"Yeah it did." I said, rolling my eyes

[Darby's POV:]

This girl, despite us meeting like an hour ago, she seems quite tough. I like her style and how she is with medical so people don't make the same mistake as her. But I am impressed that she works for medical, even having a broken wrist.

She seems quite chill aswell, I like her.

[Melody's POV:]

After 2 more hours of work, I finished stitching up his head. I let out a audible sigh, and put the Bloodied towelette with the, for a lack of a better word. Stained Glass slivers, that tray was gonna end up most likely in the Hazmat or Dangerous Bin in the medical Office.

I got him to stand up, and I walked him to the door.

"Go to catering and get some food, but be careful." I warned him

"Uh.. actually, I was wondering if you.. maybe wanted to go to catering with me?" He said

"Oh- uh.. sure" I said, a small tinge of pink flushing my cheeks.

I grabbed his hand and we went to catering, we sat down and chatted a little

"So whats your name again?" He asked

"Melody, Melody Moxley" I said with a smile

"I'm Darby, Allin" He smiled back

"Nice to meet you!" I smiled widely

The End! ♡

[shmowder]

Hi!! Absolutely adore and love your writing it’s become like a drug to my brain! So I come baring a request! Can I get some general hcs on how it would be like to (non sexually!) sleep with Artemy,Daniil, Maria and Eva at night!

Thanks kindly if you end up writing this one!!

Thanks for clarifying it's nonsexual, I genuinely would've misinterpreted it otherwise. You're so sweet!!!! <333 I'm glad to hear that.

Sharing a bed with them

[fluff, cuddling]

[Daniil, Artemy, Maria, Eva - GN Reader]

Daniil Dankovsky

It depends greatly on if he's still residing at the stillwaters or not.

Despite the many overnight stays at work and sleeping over his desk in Thanatica Labs, Daniil rarely feels comfortable in any bed that's not his own.

Resulting in a very stiff Dankovsky laying next to you on the mattress, staring at the roof in offence as if it was its fault that the pillow under his head feels wrong no matter how much he adjusts it.

The night is uneventful.

He is the first to wake up–courtesy of never getting much sleep to begin with.

Now, if you were back at his apartment at the Capital instead?

You'd notice the massive difference.

His bed is completely catered to his personal taste, having picked everything out with immaculate care, down to the type of feather stuffings inside his pillows.

Daniil is a many pillows person, you found out.

Yes, even the small decorative ones, he has those.

Like a fish in water, he's completely in his element.

Tense shoulders softening as he sink into the mattress below, jaw unclenching as he buries his face into the pillow.

He enjoys sleeping on his left side.

Depends on how close the two of you are, 9 times out of ten, he'd politely offer you the bed and take the couch himself.

But if your relationship is more on the intimate side and this isn't your first time sharing a bed or being in such close proximity.

Then he'd assume you know you're very welcome in his bed.

It is a little jarring at first to see him without the his heavy coat or the many layers of clothes he adorns.

Seeing the bachelor without his red cravat was akin to witnessing a peacock without its colourful feathers.

Daniil does change into a full sleep set with a button-up long sleeves shirt and matching pants.

Made from breathable cotton, accent colours decorating the collar and cuff ends.

Fitting him comfortably. The "business-casual" of pajamas, something you wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen in by your boss if they dropped for a 3am surprise visit for whatever reason.

He has multiple sets that he cycles between, actually.

But that's a conversation for another day.

Daniil might not initiate touch himself, but if you happen to curl into his embrace or wrap an arm around his waist, Daniil wouldn't pull away.

Moving closer to you in his sleep, the heat of your body feels heavenly against his own under the warm blanket.

By the time you wake up, he's still there.

Sleeping on his side, facing you.

Realising how much softer his face looks relaxed, his overworker mind offered momentary peace.

He might not admit it, but the warmth of your embrace is a luxury he wishes he could indulge in more often, something he'll never take for granted.

-

Artemy Burakh

Whatever preferences and qualms about sleeping he used to have were smoothed out by the army barracks life

He can have the most restful sleeps on any surface.

Even a couch is more than sufficient for his power naps.

At the beginning of his return to the town, he slept stiffly.

Barely moving and staying in place, any twists or turns were the results of another nightmare plaguing his brain.

So as he gets accustomed back to the blissful domestic life where he has his own large bed–an actual bed this time around, unlike the wooden plank makeshift bed in his lair–his old habits slowly return

Artemy moves a lot in his sleep, you found out.

Sleeping on one side and waking up on the other, blanket on the floor, one pillow across the room for some reason.

His previous trait of being a light sleeper fizzles out as he gets accustomed to the security of a safe life.

Becoming more and more heavier of a sleeper.

His bed can fit the two of you, albeit snugly courtesy of his sheer size.

But Artemy has no problems with sleeping next to someone.

He used to have a lot of sleepovers as a kid, Lara, Stakh, and Grief using him as a pillow a lot.

So why don't you sleep on his arm instead of sticking to the wall like a bug?

Even without a blanket, his body feels warm next to your own.

With your head on his shoulder as he laid on his back, you watch the rise and fall of his chest.

Through the hours of the night, his hold on you doesn't falter even as he moves and turns.

You're helplessly dragged with him to the other side of the bed.

From the way his sleeping form keeps hugging you with no intent of letting go, you wonder if he used to sleep with a teddy bear or a plushie as a kid.

Artemy still remembers the way he used to tiptoe to his father's bed at night whenever he was having bad dreams

Isidor welcoming him in without any qualms or fuss.

Even as his son grew tall into his awkward teenage phase, the safety of his dad's embrace stayed a constant in his life, an open option he could seek every night.

Which is way on any given night, it's not strange to find either of Sticky or Murky fast asleep by his side.

Especially Sticky who used to occupy the chair at the end of his makeshift bed each time Artemy slept in the lair, watching over him as if he's afraid the other will abandon him in the middle of the night.

Murky prefers her own bed more, personal space being an important thing to her.

But she still stands in the doorway of his bedroom shyly at least once a month, clearly wanting to join the three of you but too prideful to admit it.

Artemy getting up with an amused smile, picking her up and heading back to bed.

With the four of you in bed, it is a snug fit.

Murky on top of Artemy like a stubborn cat, having hogged one of the pillows to hug as she used his chest as her own mattress.

Sticky on his left, sleeping on his arm because it was his pillow that Murky stole, complaining that his dad's sweater is too ancient and stray wool pieces keep irritating his face.

Finally, you are on his right with your back to the wall.

Choosing to ignore the concerning creeking sound coming from the frame of the bed under you four.

Maybe it is time you convinced Artemy to invest into a bigger one.

-

Maria Kaina

Silky sheets and valvet covers, Maria's bedroom is the embodiment of luxury and elegance.

Yet you can't shake the feeling that something lurks beneath the glamorous surface.

The cracked mirror on her vanity, shattered glass shards still remaining a whole piece despite the gap in the middle.

The aftermath of someone's fist colliding against its own reflection, bloodied knuckles slammed into the glass, shattering the brittle mirror.

Maria often invited people to her wing of the crucible, she doesn't go to others, they come to her instead.

And while that bed has seen her share fair of one night lovers, they never overstayed their welcome.

Maira... doesn't remember the last time she has let someone sleep by her side, just sleep.

The last time she entrusted another soul enough to remain defenseless next to them throughout the dead night.

She keeps a journal–a diary under one of her pillows, you discover it by accident as you adjust in bed.

She's quick to snatch it away, locking it safely in a drawer without offering a single explanation.

Adorning a crimson floor-length nightgown, ruffles alongside the shoulders, a matching robe on top. Both parts of the same set.

Her usually loose hair is secured by a tie in a low bun

other times, it's braided to the side.

whichever hairstyle makes it easier to untangle in the morning, she's not picky.

The mattress is more on the firmer side, the kind that adjusts your spine to it rather than the other way around.

It's good for your back, she explains.

Despite it being a queen sized bed, Marine lays directly in the middle, a force of habit.

Rather than split it in half.

You either stay near the edge of the bed and risk rolling over and falling during the night.

Or take the risk of snuggling up to her.

While a head injury pales in comparison to certain death, you still pick the more exciting option.

She already agreed to let you sleep in her bed...that at least shows that Maria feels comfortable around you.

Her breath hitches when you lay your head atop her shoulder

laying so close to hers, she can almost feel your body heat.

There is a moment of silence as she clearly contemplates her next course of action.

Before giving you an annoyed look, you think oh no, you're doomed.

Until her arm sneaks under your waist, curling around your back and pulling you closer to her.

"If you're going to cling to someone, at least do it properly."

Her skin is cold.

You run your fingers down her back soothingly, she tries to downplay how reactive to the touch she is.

As if no one has granted her a tender touch in years, she hasn't been shown this...delicate form of love since a long time ago.

...not since she was a kid, clinging to her mother's skirt after accidentally ripping the arm off of her favourite doll.

Maria attempts to remain stiff next to you, to school her expression into neutrality.

But amidst the darkness of the room, the realisation that you couldn't see her features even if you tried offers comfort.

Easing her into a sense of safety, her jaw unclenches, after what seemed like an hour, she finally lets go and melts into your embrace.

As the morning comes, she doesn't dare acknowledge the previous night nor speak a word of it.

Back to her usual smug and confident demnour.

Still...she trails at the end of her sentence, a subtle open-ended invitation to spend the night over again whenever the need arises.

Maria doesn't mention the fact her dreams ceased by your side,

That for one night, her mind was put to rest.

No future-plagued visions, no voices from the grave calling her name, no omens of what's to come.

A silent, restful sleep.

And someone's warmth lulling her into a sense of safety.

-

Eva Yan

Fresh out of the shower, having washed the soot of the day off of her, Eva is ready to curl under the convers and doze off.

Her sleep pyjamas are loose and airy, thin straps that keep falling down her shoulders, a pastel pink babydoll nightdress, the short skirt flares at the bottom.

The hair she keeps up in a ponytail is let down, strandends brushing against her shoulders, brushed throughly at her vanity after being dried.

You watch her go about her nightly routine with interest

How comfortable she is in her own skin, how much she pampers herself with cherry blossom scented lotions.

A beautiful smile adorning her lips as she meets your eyes in the mirror, offering you some.

Not wanting to strip to put on the lotion after you got comfy in your sleepwear, you politely refuse.

Eva insists that you should at least try on her chapstick.

It's strawberry flavoured.

Her fingers grip your chin gently, tilting your head upwards to meet her as she puts on the chapstick for you.

It does, in fact, smell sweet.

The atmosphere is light, reminiscent of a sleepover you'd have with a best friend.

Only she can get any person to feel as comfortable with her as an old best friend in such a record time.

Her bed is akin to a cloud stolen from the sky above.

The mattress sinks below your weight, engulfing half of you into it.

Fluffed up pillows stuffed with feathers, a soft cover that's seamless against your skin.

Multiple blankets, in fact, a lot of blankets.

She likes layering them on top of her rather than getting a big one.

Enjoying the feeling of their weight against her skin.

Plus this just means she'll always have enough blankets no matter who comes over.

Eva even takes her favourite blanket with her whenever she's off to spend the night over in a friend's house.

Trust her, you don't want to see the monster she becomes once a fight over the blanket starts.

Because she will win.

Her sharp well-maintained nails aren't just for show.

As her cheerful smile returns to place, you're urged to move on to more important subjects.

Such as, would you care to share a glass or two before bed? Red or white? She keeps both bottles right next to her nightstand, you don't mind the lack of glasses, right? Wonderful!

Blowing out the candles illuminating the room, a slightly tipsy Eva is finally ready to go to bed.

For real this time, no more stalling.

Only five minutes—no six, pass before you're delicately nudged as a quiet "Hey, are you awake?" follows.

You see, she just remembered the funniest story about a cat she saw today.

Would you like to hear it? Of course you would! So she was walking near the river, getting some fresh air as autumn finally cleared out.

Not that winter is any better. It's just more preferable to the twyre bloom season.

To be honest, the chilly weather isn't her style.

She's more of a summer child, but the sparkling snow always makes up for the harsh weather.

But it is a good excuse to share her bed more, nothing is better than to cuddle up next to another's warm body during the cold winter nights.

Which just reminded her, you do plan on staying in the town during the winter season, right?

She'd be so sad if you left so soon.

Even more sad that you never got the chance to view this town during the blossoming spring, the trees flourish and greenry fills the steppe.

She admits that she misses spending more time outside, staying in her house all day probably isn't the best for her.

But Eva doesn't talk to the Stamatins anymore. The Bachelor is always working, and Maria never has the time for her now that she started coming into her Mistress position!

Yulia barely squeaks a word in her presence no matter how friendly Eva tries to be.

She really has no one...so you can't refuse if hypothetically she asked you to accompany her to a picnic tomorrow afternoon?

it will make the most sweet memory, the two of you can watch the sunset together, share dessert and she could read to you one of her romance books.

Oh–sleep. yes right, ah she forgot. Do forgive her, she gets over excited sometimes.

Would you like to...cuddle maybe? She'll play with your hair until you've fallen asleep.

Sweet dreams.

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

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27 by can i go back now

In which Bakugo and Uraraka make a vow to marry each other if neither individual is taken by the time they're 27.

Also in which Katsuki singlehandedly ruins every relationship Ochako gets in because he's madly in love with her. (Ochako is in a few relationships, but Kachakko is endgame. Not abusing tags or anything!)

Words: 2551, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Yoarashi Inasa, Shindou You, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako/Yoarashi Inasa, Shindou You/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Romance, Promises, Background Relationships, Years Later, Fluff, Mild Smut, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako is Bad at Feelings, Marriage, Feelings Realization

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44689534

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♧•~My Girl~•♤

{Rating: so much Fluff it looks like your lying on a cloud, Mentions of Smut}

{Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of Sexual Acts, snuggling, Swearing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Kristina Punk}

《Summary: after a long night, and sore legs Cody makes up for everything after the awful breakup》

(WC: Around 800 or 900)

[Sequel to "Would you?" Might wanna read that first! <3]

[Kristin's POV:]

I woke up at like 11:00am, Cody was somewhere in his house. And I was on the couch.

"C-Cody?" I said quietly

"Yes?" He said, popping his head out from the doorway

"What are you doing?" I questioned, Sitting up a bit

"Haha, Doll. I'm just watching the timer on the dryer, since your shirt is in there" He chuckled

I knew what he was talking about. My oversized black shirt I had arrived in last night...

My legs were super sore, but I was up and around anyways. Cody had walked out of the laundry room

I went upstairs since that was where he had put my suitcase last night, but it was in a guest room with a pet bed for a cat and a food and water bowl..

"Oh my fucking god, Cream and Coffee?!" I said looking at my twin kittens I had forgotten at David's house.

"Yeah, I got them for ya after you fell asleep last night.. Since David was gonna send them to the shelter, but I picked them up for you" Cody Said

Wow, he was very caring. Even after literally fucking me into his couch, but still he was very sweet

"Oh.. Thank you.." I said

He kissed me after I hugged him and sighed

"No problem Sweetheart" He said

I was so happy, I had a better boyfriend than David, my kittens were with me. And Cody was someone who actually cared for me..

"Alright, I'm gonna order some lunch. What do you want?" He asks

"You can get me anything, I just want a milkshake with it" I chuckled

Around 30 minutes later, he opened the door and got the food

It was pizza.

My favorite pizza! And I got a milkshake!!

We ate the pizza and we watched some random shit on the TV.

I sighed and looked at Cody

"Can We watch a movie and snuggle?" I asked

"Sure dear" He said

He put on my favorite movie, and then grabbed a Fluffy blanket.

We snuggled up and watched the entire movie together.

I would make random quotes from the movie which made him laugh a little each time

God, I love him

And I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder at the end of the movie.

He woke me up at 1:00pm after he got back home...

I felt so bad for falling asleep but he assured me it was fine.

We ended up snuggling again later on and I fell asleep at 11:00pm before the movie ended again

I feel like we really shouldn't snuggle during movies cause I'll just fall asleep-

"I love you my girl" He said as we walked upstairs

"I love you more" I joked

We are so silly <3

[again finished this Draft up a little early, so y'all get it early so enjoy! <3]

(Also I will refrain from posting on March 31st because that's Easter, but I will continue to do daily fics!)