#feeling soft and mushy

[heymrspatel]

you're all mine

[kouros-herc]

Hercules watched Aquata. He knew, deep down, that one chat wasn't going to magically heal that frustration and the hurt of being told you were wrong, told you weren't good enough, as something that was your job. The feeling of failure stung, especially for people like them who had that urge to be the best lodged deep in their hearts.

But her smile made him soften.

He always wanted to be the barrier that surrounded his friends, that protected his employees from the hurt. He couldn't always be that, but he wasn't going to stop trying to be better for them, not when she looked at him like that.

"I'm getting there," he nodded in agreement. Maybe he wasn't the whole way there yet, but he was getting there. "Now come on," Hercules added, knowing that if they lingered too long in all that emotional stuff, Q would get uncomfortable. "Coffee and a slice of cake doesn't fix everything, but it sure helps. On me, and you can tell me how all your other clients are going-"

@aquata-the-champ

Walk With Me - Quirk

[p1zzaparty]

very serious mental note 🦄

[bunnyboy-juice]

putting a collar on a girl whos at least half a foot taller than me and clipping her to my belt loop so she literally can only walk on all fours at my side like the precious little pet she's meant to be 🥰

[kouros-herc]

For half a moment Herc got side-tracked by the fact that apples and honey sounded amazing (even though he'd just finished his dinner and shouldn't still be hungry), but then he nodded and grinned. "Actually that sounds like loads of fun! We could go up to Twin Pine Farm, they usually do some, and I'll give myself the afternoon off."

Listen, ok, there had to be some benefits to being the one who decided the schedule, and if he couldn't take an afternoon off to make sure a friend got to have a really nice day? What was the point!

Little did he realised that a year ago, that idea had seemed like an insane one, and the thought of leaving the gym even for the afternoon would have made him feel like he was drowning in stress.

Once upon a time it also would have felt like an odd thing to be doing for his roommate, but Ken wasn't just any old roommate, he was Ken! Doing something special for him to make him smile? Well, that was what Ken did for everybody else, wasn't it. Of course Hercules was going to put in the time for his friend.

@kenneth-carson

@kouros-herc

Hercules was offering up a lot of decision making and freedoms that Ken hadn't had before with this kind of thing. When he was a kid, Jules would make all the plans. Sure, she'd let him help, but only with what she'd already had in mind. Which, at the time, had been perfectly fine with him since he hadn't known better. Even as a teen, he had just come to expect that things were planned for him.

The same thing had happened when he got to go home, except it continued on and on. He was an adult but he had no say in what went into the day or the celebrations, that was all taken over by his mother. She'd give her children tasks, but she was the one who decided what they did. And he hadn't minded, but always felt bad when she would complain about doing all the work despite forbidding anyone else from doing anything she intended to do herself.

So this was...weird! Nice weird.

"Okay," he said, tentative as he thought all of this over. And then he nodded more firmly, smile growing, "Okay! Yeah! I can ask. And um, yeah, actually, I've always wanted to go apple picking the day of? You eat them with honey at dinner, to start your year off sweet. So, getting them fresh would be nice, if you'd be down for that."

[didderd]

i had a sleep paralysis nightmare this morning.

so i decided to make content out of it 👍

but really, sometimes if i'm not feeling well, i daydream about one of the characters i simp really like helping/comforting me.

n this time i started daydreaming about Nightmare comforting me. bc this was the worst sleep paralysis i ever had, and it left me feeling on edge for a bit after waking up. (i don't usually get nightmare-ish sleep paralysis)

n so i decided to make it into a little Nightmare x reader drabble where reader has a sleep paralysis nightmare, based on the one i had this morning.

this goes from horror to fluff real quick lmao. hope yall like it! :>

if you want to skip the sleep paralysis, go straight to the pink sentence!

(tw: sleep paralysis. sleep paralysis demon.)

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You're laying in bed, with half of your vision blocked by the hood of your jacket. All you can see is your bed.

You go to lift your hood.

But you can't move.

But you feel your arms move.

You feel yourself move to grab your hood. As heavy as it may feel, you're sure you did it.

But your hood is still there.

You don't see your hand.

Panic wells up in your stomach. You can't move. You can't see.

Gathering the little strength you have in your groggy state, you try to push yourself into a sitting position.

Again, you feel yourself scoot up the wall behind you.

But you don't see anything change.

Your vision feels frozen.

Closing your eyes, you try again to push your hood up.

When you open them, you can see your hand grabbing your hood.

But your hood is still there. and your hand is frozen in place. even though you feel it at your side again.

It's like your vision is broken.

But closing your eyes helped?

You close your eyes, and attempt to push yourself up again.

Opening your eyes, you think you're sitting up now. at least a little bit.

You close your eyes again and attempt once more to push your hood off your head.

It's off your head. You feel it on your neck.

When you open your eyes, you're laying down and your hood is blocking half your vision.

You try again.

You're sitting up. You can see your room.

You can see your window.

Something passes by your window. A shadowy figure. It looked humanoid, but were those antlers?

You're scared.

It happens again.

Your mother is in the room now. You're trying to ask for help, but she seems confused, and you can't get the words out.

She's standing near the window. Not too close, but you're scared.

Something. someone. appears at the window. but not outside it. They're inside.

Their eyes are wide, and they have an unsettling smile. Something about them seems deeply wrong.

You try to scream, and point at them to alert your mother.

Nothing but air comes out.

When your mother turns around, she only seems more confused. She doesn't see them.

Are you hallucinating?

You see something else in the corner of your eye. A dark figure.

You turn your head to look at it.

... Nightmare?

It's Nightmare. He's standing at the foot of your bed. Looking at you with a calm, yet concerned expression.

You remember you'd been living in his castle for a while now. This is your room in the castle... So why is your mother here?

Looking back, your mother and the unsettling person is gone.

Everything seems clearer. You feel like you can move better.

You look back at Nightmare as he walks closer. "Nightmare?" You spoke. You can speak again.

He stops next to you and places a hand on your head, comfortingly petting your hair. "You are safe. It is only sleep paralysis." His tone is soft, made to comfort you, and it works. You feel some of the fear melt away. You feel protected.

"Sleep paralysis?" You remember what it is, and it makes sense, but you ask anyways.

"Yes." He leans down and places the hand not petting your hair on your chest, just below your collar bones. "You should wake up now."

Everything fades out.

And you open your eyes.

Nightmare is sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a hand on your forehead. He'd pushed the hood off your eyes while you were asleep.

He opens his eye a second after you, and smiles warmly. "There you are."

You blink up at him, but immediately decide not to do that again, as the fear of falling back in runs through you. Instead, you decide to sit up, and Nightmare retreats his hand as you do, looking slightly more concerned, as he likely noticed your fear.

He places the same hand on your back to rub soothingly, and leans a bit closer, using the other to gently guide your chin to look at him. "Don't worry. You are safe.. I'm here." His words are firm, but so gentle.

Your face is warm at how intimate his hand on your chin feels, and his very smooth and handsome voice in your ears, yet it also helps so much to relax you and make you feel safe.

Half to distract from the warmth in your face, even though he's definitely noticed, judging by how his expression turns more smug than concerned, and half out of genuine curiosity, you finally speak. "Um... was that- was that really you in my dream?"

It seems to work to distract him as he answers. Moving his hand from your chin to tuck some hair out of your face as he does so.

"Darling, that wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare." His expression regains a bit of concern for a moment as he pauses, but it's gone before he speaks again. "But yes, that was me. I'd felt your fear as I was passing by your room, and when I came in, I saw that you were having a nightmare, so I decided to lend my aid." His hand had moved from your hair once he was done righting it, and is now resting on the bed, next to your thigh.

"I'm sure you know of my ability to enter and control dreams and nightmares. Sleep paralysis is no different. I was happy to help you out of yours, little shadow." His smile is fond as he raises his hand once more to cup your cheek, and rub his thumb over it, leaning a little closer as he does.

Your cheeks feel warm again, at how close he is, and how gentle his hand is on your cheek. You can't help the urge to lean into his touch, and so you don't even try to fight it, placing your hand over his as you lean into it.

Even though you know you weren't in any real danger, you still feel like he saved you. You're grateful to him. You're not sure how to repay him, but you do know what you so badly want to do in this moment.

Placing your free hand over his collar bone and lightly grip at his sweater, you lean a bit closer to his face, and look down at his mouth. but you stop there and look to the side.

You retreat that bit you'd just leaned in, your face feeling much warmer now. You don't know what you're doing. Maybe your lack of good sleep gave you too much confidence. As if The Guardian of Negativity would want to kiss you. What were you thinkin-

Nightmare chuckles. You look back at him with widened eyes.

His smug expression is mixed with that of fondness... You sometimes forget that he can basically read your mind... Fuck.

You look away again. Your face feels like it's burning.

But you quickly look back when he gets much. much closer. His hand moving from your cheek to the side of your neck, and brushing into the hair on the back of your head, while his other hand slides down your back to the lower half.

He chuckles again, no doubt at how red your face is, and your shocked expression. "Darling, if you thought I wouldn't want to kiss you just as bad as you want to kiss me right now, you'd be sorely mistaken.~" He just about purrs, inches from your mouth.

The hairs on your neck and arms stand as he speaks, and both your hands ball into his sweater over his chest. You didn't think you could get warmer, but you do.

His cheeks are looking a little flushed too as the lid over his socket lowers, and he looks down at your lips, before slowly, and gently closing the gap.

It's a very tender and loving kiss. Not what you were expecting coming from him, but it's amazing.

You lean into it the moment the shock melts away. You feel like you're melting in his arms.

After another long, blissful moment, he pulls away, before picking you up to move you over and make room for him on your bed, and climbs in next to you.

Once he's laid down, he pulls you close again, and combs through your hair, nuzzling your face, before sighing into your cheek, and then kissing it. "You make me soft..."

You're so full of warm feelings right now, it's almost overwhelming, and you hope it's not overwhelming for him. It's all so hard to believe, but seems so genuine. More genuine than you'd ever seen Nightmare. To think he'd let his guard down so much with you.

You almost let out a giddy giggle as you bury your warm face in his sweater, just under his chin, and he wraps his arm tighter around you, using one of his tentacles to pull your blanket over both of you.

As you lay comfortable and warm in his arms, feeling his chest rise and fall against you with his breath, you start to feel yourself falling back to sleep. You forget you even had that nightmare before all this.

The last thing you hear and feel before you're asleep again is Nightmare placing a kiss on the top of your head and speaking, almost in a whisper.

"Goodnight, little shadow."

[riceisgood123]

I originally wrote this as a thread fic on twitter, but liked it so much I decided it deserved a cleanup and to be posted to ao3. It’s short and sweet, a giant fluff fest really.

After the election results last week, everything has been garbage and I just wanted to write something that felt good and might make people smile, even just for a moment. So I come bearing soft klance.

It might be rough, but we’ll survive. Stay strong ❤️💙

[winniemaywebber]

thinking about Jean sitting on the couch, reading a book, wearing her cute little reading glasses. Croz coming into the living room after he's done the dishes and seeing her, crawling on the couch beside her and laying his head on her legs. she smiles down at him as he instantly relaxes, nuzzling into her soft body. tooth rotting domestic bliss for my darlings <3

[bikananjarrus]

the one good thing about having critiques for this season is that it has lowered my expectations for this final arc. which is both a blessing (hopefully will be pleasantly surprised by some good storytelling) and a curse (really fucking sad about having to lower my expectations in the first place)

[seirxi]

scripting out my OC dating sim (joke project taken seriously)….writing….my #1 nemesis

[kouros-herc]

Hercules looked down at Arista, as her eyes looked back up at him, and his hand softened on her arm. He could feel her where they had bumped together, and her hair seemed extra golden in the early autumn light. "Hi," he breathed, before he caught himself again and remembered where he was.

Still, he didn't exactly jump back out of her way, one hand on her arm and the other half way around her.

"I was worried about not making that one," he caught back up to the current moment, and the laugh tugged at the corners of his smile. "I'd have to return my personal hero badge, you know?" He didn't mind saving her from these little moments. Hell, he basked in that glow. "Some might even accuse me of somehow elaborately recruiting a gang of kids on bikes to cause chaos just so I could have my moment," he joked, some of the twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you ok?" Hercules asked, stepping back a little to look her over as if the bikes had somehow managed to clip her despite his intervention. If they had she surely would have gone tumbling, and the thought made him very glad he'd been there. "That could have been nasty, nobody got you, right?"

@arista-the-musical

Another Near Miss - Hercista

[suzakus-canon-wife]

I! Love! My! Husbands!

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

[crowboybites]

not to be a slut but can we cuddle under some soft blankets and watch my favorite show while you play with my hair? pretty please?

[novorehere]

Voretober Day One: Comfort

There’s a certain comfort in monotony.

A certain beauty in sameness, a reassurance in repetition.

Holding close the knowledge that no matter what we go through, the Earth continues to tilt on its axis and the worms will still emerge after the rain. That the sun will set in the west and rise yet again in the east, that the proteins in our mitochondria will synthesize the correct amount of Adenosine triphosphate to power our body’s functions.

You trust me to keep you safe just as you trust in my heart to keep beating, grounding you to the reality that everything will be ok, because all is how it should be. Steady rings of smooth muscle traveling from your head to the tips of your toes, pushing, pulling, taking and giving, living oxygen filling my lungs as it always has and always will be.

Forget the uncertain world and attune to the wavelength of my soul, allow my body to become your refuge. For I love you more than you will ever know, and I can feel your love returned within me. For what is Love, but finding joy in someone’s very existence?

Seeking comfort in our clockwork bodies, we face the uncertain world together.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

You’ve successfully become an overnight hyperfixation for me with all your FL brainrot all bc of one of your SAGAU posts, thank you for hauling me into the FL fan base :3

I had a sudden thought about Childe’s shift into FL being like a werewolf kinda shape change. Like he may have expended a lotta energy from sparring and when he feels the change coming he tries to hold it back but it causes him more pain along with what’s happening. His fingers/nails just slowly start to sharpen and armor is starting to jut out of his skin, and don’t even get me started on the sounds you’d hear from him as things happen- him in pain and the sounds of his body changing making my sympathy pains fire like crazy :’3

we’re absolutely concerned and horrified when we see it happen for the first time and shrink away and we might reach out to help but he swipes at us unknowingly. once he sees us tucked into a corner and realizes it’s us and he might’ve hurt us his mood shifts instantly. sad mothman feels mega guilty with little whiny growls and chirps :’3

But then cuddles make everything better >:3

ehehehe yesss, join the moth cult >:)

Childe takes a while to learn that holding back his Foul Legacy transformation just makes it worse- it's much easier to let it happen and get it over with, but he's stubborn and terrified that you'll be disgusted by his Abyssal half. you know something's wrong the minute you hear an awful cracking sound and a muffled hiss of pain, armor breaking through and spreading across Childe's skin as he grips a chair to keep himself steady. when you rush over to see what's wrong he pushes you away, collapsing to his knees as his teeth begin to morph into fangs and horns start growing from his head. you watch, nausea rising in your throat from the breaking bone and flesh until Childe is gone and Foul Legacy is left on the floor, wheezing from exertion. you take a tentative step forward- this is still Childe, isn't it?- but immediately jerk back when he swipes his claws at you with a low growl, unable to see you properly

you stumble backwards, eyes wide and full of hurt, and dart away to your room. Foul Legacy shakes his head, the fog in his eye clearing, and a cold pit of dread forms in his stomach when he realizes what he's done, scrambling to his feet to follow after you

he finds you in the furthest corner of your room and you flinch when he enters, his footsteps heavily landing on the floor. oh, his heart breaks when he sees you jump- Childe's beloved partner, and Legacy's already gone and messed everything up! the Abyssal beast lets out his softest whine, slowly lowering himself to your height and approaching. at first he doesn't dare touch you, but when you don't run away he carefully brushes his claws against your arm, whimpering when you flinch again. but then your hand slowly extends towards his, your smaller fingers wrapping around his sharp talons, and Foul Legacy's fur ruffles in joy as he starts to lovingly croon. he lets you trace the ridges and dips in his crimson mask, your posture becoming more and more at ease by the second, and tentatively he reaches up to hold your cheeks in return

to his delight, you don't run or jump- instead you smile softly at him, the same way you do for Childe, because you love him, too

[star-quill]

I feel like Peter (rockstar, neighbor, regular guardian… any version) would be the kind of guy who would drink with you and if you get too sloppy, he’d take care of you. Even if you’re trying to undo his belt, he’d be like “no, not tonight, baby, sleep it off.”

just cried actually, he would be the absolute sweetest i know it omg

you're way too tipsy, having finished a whole bottle of wine to yourself. you were draped over peter while he sat on the sofa, his hand around your waist. he was rubbing your back gently, and you thought he wanted more with you. so you reached down to his zipper, fumbling and trying to open it.

"baby, what're you doin'?"

"m'gonna suck you o-off.."

"not tonight, baby.. you're too drunk, ok?"

"m'not!"

"baby, not tonight.."

you just whined and huffed away from him. he just sighs, pulling you into his chest before standing up, taking you to bed.

"you need sleep, baby.. ok?"

"need you.."

"c'mon.. you're way too drunk.."

"m'not! i told you!"

"baby, listen to me.. please?"

eventually you just gave in, letting him lay you down on the bed, before he removed your shorts and underwear, and then grabbed some pyjama shorts and wiggled them onto you. he sat you up and took off your shirt and bra, slipping one of his old t-shirts onto you. your eyes fluttered closed as he lay you back down and within seconds, you were asleep. he just smiled, ran his knuckle over your cheek and leaned down to kiss your forehead. he then got changed himself, before getting in beside you, laying on his back and trying to get to sleep himself.

he couldn't sleep much, he just kept checking on you, making sure you were ok and still asleep. after an hour, he managed to doze off, but was woken up immediately by you turning in the bed, curling into his side.

"m'sorry.."

"s'ok, baby.. c'mere.."

he let you turn back around, before he slid up against you, pulling your back to his chest. he kissed your shoulder, and whispered in your ear, telling you to go back to sleep. you could almost cry from how gentle and protective of you he was being.

when you awoke in the morning, peter was nowhere to be seen, but there was a glass of water and some advil tablets beside it. then you saw the note.

i'm making breakfast, i'll bring it through when it's ready. take some of these if you need it. love you. p x