#i need to pass out on this squishmallow immediately

[cowinthestars]

the anime i only started watching cus i saw a screenshot of one of the character’s hot mom has me crying my fucking eyes out at nearly 4am, what in the fuck-

[anticanonsposts]

Hii

I have an idea and it's kind of silly but I'll ask anyway because I love your writing

But you could do a Konig domestic where he passes out for some reason (not a battle wound or anything) and reader take care of him and then he's SO clingy afterwards

Tks 🤍

omg tysm!!! also i appreciate the requests so please keep making them!!! (i live off of the validation i get on here)

also i have some more stuff in the drafts that i wanna write, and i love the trend thats been going around about nerd!konig and i rly want to contribute so stay tuned!!!

cw: none

König had such a big day. His girlfriend y/n had been working tirelessly for the past couple weeks at her new job. She was definitely more stressed out than normal and König felt so bad. So he decided to run multiple errands that day (Friday) before she got home for the weekend. First he went grocery shopping, a smaller store and Costco to get some essentials. Then he came home and cleaned their apartment from top to bottom, because he knew it wasn’t her favorite and it would be so nice for her to come home after a long week. When he was at the store he also made sure to pick up her favorite snacks, drinks, and ingredients for dinner. By the time he was all done he fell onto the couch exhausted. Flicking his wrist up he saw that it was 4:30 which meant that in a couple hours y/n would be home. He felt pretty satisfied with himself, but also very tired. As he was thinking about getting up to shower and wait for her to get home, the grips of sleep clasped over his eyes and he fell asleep :/.

Some time later, y/n opens the front door to her and König’s shared apartment and walks in, ready to just relax this weekend. Immediately she notices how clean everything is. After putting her bag down she goes over to the refrigerator, knowing there wouldn't be much in it since they needed to go grocery shopping. To her lovely surprise whens he swung open the door she saw all of her favorites. This makes her connect the dots in her mind, König must have done all of this while she was at work today, how sweet. 

“He’ll be getting something nice later” she mutters to herself, smiling as she walks away toward the bedroom. But she quickly stops when she looks over to see Konig, absolutely passed out on the couch. 

Carefully pitter pattering over to him, she pauses and lovingly gazes down at him. His mouth slightly agape, a small snore coming from him. Although he looks precious sleeping on the couch, she knew that if he stayed like that, he would wake up with the worst back pain ever. So gently she started to sit him up, and led him half asleep to their bedroom. König would have absolutely no recollection of this when he woke up, thinking he had either moved himself to the bed or that he had fallen asleep on the bed by accident. 

Once in bed, y/n gently arranged pillows and squishmallows (shameless self insert <3) around König’s body to make him as cozy as possible. Once satisfied she started to strip so that she could go shower. 

About ten minutes later, König gently woke up to a slight steam in the room, and the smell of strawberry and rose from y/n’s soaps. He stirred more, bringing his hands to his eyes to rub them awake. Then, with a sudden jolt, he sat up, feeling panicked. 

How could he let himself fall asleep?? He was supposed to finish setting up the perfect, relaxing evening for y/n. But no, his sleepy ass just had to ‘rest his eyes’ for a second.

But before his thoughts could spiral too much, he hears the shower being turned off. So, quietly he meanders to the bathroom door, slipping off his shirt, hoping to join her in the shower. Giving the door a few soft taps so as not to spook y/n. He’s met with the door swinging open and a beaming (naked) y/n, her body freshly moisturized, hair tied up since she washed it the day before, and in the middle of her skin care routine. 

“Hey baby! I noticed everything in the kitchen, and I really appreciate it.” she says, eyes shining with nothing but love. It is returned by König’s eyes, practically with hearts in them. Nothing made him happier than doing things for her, other than being with her. 

Wordlessly, he steps closer to her, pulling her body close to him by the small of her back and shoulder. He knows from past experience to not touch her face while she is doing her skin care, (he has been reprimanded before). Bending over slightly, he presses his lips to hers taking a breath in as he does so. Pulling away, he sits himself on the closed lid of their toilet that of course has a fuzzy pink cover on it. 

Now taking a moment to scan his eyes over her body. Not quite in a hungry way, but more so admirable. Taking a few moments to appreciate every plush curve, every supple, plump part of her body. She was too perfect, she looked like a renaissance painting, something that an artist created when they were tasked with painting beauty itself. 

Broken out of his haze, y/n says, “Can I do your skincare?” 

“Yes of course.” he responds, giddy inside. Whenever she offered to use her products on him, he was always super happy. It meant that she would be looking at his face, and giving him small, gentle touches. He had never been with someone like this. His past was mostly hook ups, a couple ‘relationships’ here and there but nothing this intimate. Having someone’s gentle hands glide over your face over and over again as truly more intimate and sensual than any sex he had ever had. Now, he had no idea what products she was using on him, she could be painting his face purple for all he knew, if it weren’t for the mirror. But this was part of the trust he liked about this activity. Knowing that she was sharing her products that she spent her money on, that were clearly good enough for her beautiful skin, and she was sharing them for his scarred, damaged skin. 

Once she started putting eye cream on him, König took his large arms and wrapped them around her body, pressing his bare chest to her naked body. Minutes passed as she finished the routine, and all König could focus on were how pretty her eyes looked when she focused on something. As well as how their bodies moved opposite each other with their breaths. 

Y/n, smoothing out the last moisturizer onto her boyfriend’s face, letting each of her hands rest on either side of his face, palms pressed against his cheeks, fingertips gently clasping onto his face. His face has its share of scares, but is warmer and plumper now that he has been out of the military for a while. She appreciates everything about this man, his tenderness, his patience, and of course how obsessed with her he is. Then breaking her own rules after skin care, she starts pressing soft kisses along his cheeks and jaw, then resting her forehead against his when she was done. 

This man’s eyes welled up with tears. He loved how soft she was with him, how kindly she treated him. His mind started to wonder as he started giving her small half blinks, completely enamored with his girlfriend. 

“König?” y/n says softly, it was about the third time she called his name. Bringing him out of his stupor. “I’m gonna fix my hair really quick then we can cuddle ok?” she says raising her eye brows slightly. Earning a small nod from König, she figured he would leave and go wait for her on their bed. But instead, he slightly loosens his grip and allows her to stand up. Facing the mirror again, y/n starts to fix her hair from the various clips she used to clip up her curls for her shower. König, still in the bathroom, chose to stand right behind y/n. Completely behind her, pressing his front against her back, bracing his arms on either side of her body. 

He can be pretty clingy sometimes, but this was surprising, even for him. Nonetheless, y/n doesn’t mind and finishes with her hair before turning her body. Signaling to König that she was leaving. He holds onto her left hand as she basically leads him to the bed. Quickly breaking from his grasp, she goes to her closet and puts on one of König’s shirts, and a pair of undies before climbing onto the bed and pulling König along with her. 

He grabs the tv remote and switches it on, telling her to put on whatever she wants. Then he settles himself in between her legs, now that she’s lying on her back. And nuzzles his face into her chest, wrapping his big ass arms around her middle and sighs contently. She reciprocates by running her fingers through his hair which just brings him past cloud nine. 

Y/n switches on some tv show that she has been binging recently and König soon falls asleep against her chest, feeling completely at peace. 

notes:

I know this isn’t exactly what the prompt says?? I rly just wanted to write sm where König does a bunch of little things for the reader 

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Restless Night

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: An impulsive phone call leads to a happy ending

Word Count: 1307

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, pet names, little to no (y/n), mentions of missions, lemme know if i missed anything  

A/N: MCU!Peter - I do plan to write something for TASM!Peter in the future but this was just easier for my brain to set up the scene. I wanted to do something different and challenged myself to write something that was more dialogue-heavy than I’ve written in a while. Not my best work, but a little smutty smut bc why not

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

The soft sound of the television playing a forgotten movie almost drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, tucked under a pillow and muffled. The sweet cusp of sleep was only moments away, being dragged out by the vibrating as the first call ended and a second came through. 

The near unconsciousness caused forethought to be left behind, grabbing the phone, answering the call, and putting it to your ear. A soft "hello?" was all you could muster. 

"Hey, baby."

A tsunami of emotions flooded through your body, suddenly wide awake and hyper aware of everything that was going on; The television was nearing the end of the movie you had put on, your clock reading 1:32, the lights from the cars passing by casting various dancing shadows around your room.  

"I've missed you, baby." 

His voice was sweet, almost addictive and something you hadn't realized was a need buried deep inside you. You shuffled, forcing yourself up and sitting against the squishmallow he'd won for you on your first time, something you hadn't been able to get rid of. 

"Hi, Peter," you voice was quiet, sleep still etched between the syllables. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, "Peter, why'd you call? It's been 10 months."

Peter let out a soft sigh, you could hear him shuffling around. "Missing you really bad tonight, love. M' on a mission," there was another sigh, "I almost got hurt, like really hurt. Thankfully Bucky was there. All I could think about was you."

"Peter!" You voice was now much louder, instantly filled with worry, "Don't go and get yourself ki-"

He cut you off, "I wasn't tryna get hurt, baby. We got ambushed. We had just went in there for me to copy some information onto a drive. Ended up being some rogue Hydra agents, a leg of them we didn't even know existed." Peter was rambling and he knew it, he was starting to think the reason he called was a bad one. 

You sighed, body riddled with a million different emotions, "Pete, why'd you call me?"

"I miss you," his words had a slight whine to them, "I wanna touch you so badly, wanna hold you and kiss you."

If he was there you would have undoubtedly melted into him. The breakup was mutual, but difficult nonetheless. Between trying to focus on your career and all of the responsibilities Peter had, it was near impossible to maintain a relationship - there was no time for date nights or dinner, no time to sit and reminisce and talk about the future. For months, the only time spent together was sleeping in the same bed, which was almost always disrupted by some responsibility. 

You two loved each other, loved each other more than yourselves most days. But it had become too taxing and tiring, the constant worrying, near lack of support because attention was needed elsewhere. So, after a long, tearful date night gone wrong, the two of you agreed to break up, maybe try again when there were less things counting on you both. 

Peter regretted it immediately, but he had wanted to give you space, give you time to flourish and not worry about him. He'd asked M.J. and Ned all the time what you had been up to, he would check your Instagram and Snapchat to see the things you were posting and proud of. He did whatever he could to support you from afar. 

But tonight, tonight he dared to be selfish, he needed to be selfish. Deep down he knew it was wrong, calling you up in the middle of the night because the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and all he wanted was to be with you. 

"I miss you too, Pete." Your voice was soft again, it always was in moments like this. Where the intimacy lay just behind every fiber in your body. 

He hummed, starting to get antsy as he continued to try to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it, Pete?" You almost hated how quickly you answered, how eager you were. 

"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I wanna hear you touch yourself."

The gasp that left you was audible. Peter was never incredibly bold, never the type to initiate unless you two were definitely alone. Even in those moments, it was always sweet and loving. But this, Peter calling in the middle of the night, a desperate whine to his words and an insane neediness that make his tone demanding. 

“Baby, if you don’t want to, you can just hang up. I won’t be upset with you.” You could hear some ruffling and the sound of metal hitting the floor. “I just miss the pretty sounds you make, miss the way your face scrunches up, miss the feeling of your skin against mine.”

This wasn’t a command you were going to disobey. He was still rambling, your mind only half paying attention to the honey-like words he was saying. “Do you want me to use my hand or one of my toys?”

He paused for a moment and you could practically hear the smile spread across his lips. “Use your hand, sweetheart. Run you hands across your body like I would.”

You could hear the moment Peter wrapped his hand around himself, a small groan leaving his lips. You listened to him, it being nearly impossible not to. "Wish you were here, Petey," the words slipped out of you as your fingers danced across your skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. 

Your eyes were pinched shut, listening to every whimper and sigh the came through your phone, doing your best to pretend your own touch was his. "Me too, God, me too. Miss kissing your skin, hearing your little gasps when I nip."

"Peter," you couldn't help but whimper, forgoing anymore teasing and quickly giving your clit the much needed attention. It never took long with Peter for you to become needy and impatient, let alone when it had been almost a year since you heard the noises he was making, "I'm not gonna last long, want you so badly," your words were gasped out between soft moans, instant pleasure radiating from your core already making your body warm.

"Me neither, baby," there was a low groan that slipped from him, strangled as he attempted to hold himself together. With every sound you made, he nearly felt like he was in a dream. But he knew this was real, his subconscious hyper aware of the thin walls in the shitty hotel he was holed up in for the night and the super soldier who undoubtedly could hear him. 

A endless stream of "fuck"s, gasps, moans, and whimpers flooded through each phone. It only took a few more minutes before the coil burst and the warmth of your high shook through your body, thighs quaking and chest heaving. Peter followed suit, a breathy moan of your name as he spilled into his hand and all over his abdomen. 

There was a lingering silence as the  other of you recovered, both taking in what has just happened while relishing in the aftermath. Peter broke the silence first, "Need to get m'self cleaned up," he mumbled. There was another beat of silence from him, "I do really miss you."

You hummed your agreement, shifting yourself into a more comfortable position. "I do really wish you were here." 

He huffed out a small laugh, a sound that was laced with relief and contentedness. "I'll be home tomorrow at 4. I still got my key, I'll bring dinner, and we can talk. How does that sound?"

Now it was your turn to laugh, excitement filling every nerve in your body. "It sounds like a date."

[nanawritesit]

Choi San Boyfriend Headcanons!

listen, this man is my ultimate bias for a REASON. you are SO lucky if you have him as a boyfriend 😭

he’s a huge fan of PDA. holding hands, linking pinkies, having an arm around your waist, linking arms, hugging, and kissing are all things he’s comfortable doing in public (just pecks on the lips though, not full on making out LOL) he always has to be touching you in some way 🥰

he loves to play with your hair! no matter how long or short it is, he’ll always be running his fingers through it, twiddling with the ends, or ruffling it (if it’s long enough, he’ll even learn to braid it! it’s a very relaxing ritual that both of you love!)

and while kissing, his hands often end up tangled in your hair ;)

san isn’t really into big grand gestures of love… it’s the little things he does for you that let you know he loves you. he definitely has an “acts of service” love language!

he’ll wake you up when he notices your alarm doesn’t go off, brings you lunch while you’re at work, helps you with projects, carries your bag around for you while shopping… he does stuff like this without even thinking

i can’t imagine him yelling at you no matter how angry he might be. he’s very good at controlling his feelings so if he gets upset, he’ll just leave the room to give himself a moment to calm down before talking with you about the situation calmly and rationally

if you ever break a glass or plate of his, he’ll gently reassure you that it’s okay, it was just an accident, and first checks your hands for any injuries before helping you clean it up (cries in childhood trauma 😭)

you catch him just staring at you with a big dopey smile on his face ALL the time. and when you ask what’s wrong he goes “nothing, i just love looking at you.” 😊

he’s the best person to be around when you’re sad. (he is our comforting mountain after all!) he’ll never judge you, and instead just hold you tightly while you cry, whispering little reassurances and patting your back gently… after you calm down he’ll immediately offer to help you with whatever’s bothering you

he’s a big fan of the nickname “baby,” he uses it probably more than your actual name (i’m sorry if you hate it 😟)

“baby, come look at this!” “what’s wrong baby, do you need some help?” “i’m sorry you’re sad baby, everything will be okay.”

every once in a while he’ll let a “my love” slip, and when he’s begging for your attention he uses “honey” in a sickeningly sweet, whiny voice

he’ll never pass up an opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. even when you’re bare-faced, have bed-head, and are wearing sweats, he thinks you’re absolutely stunning 🥰

you definitely don’t help with his plushy addiction… you buy him one like every week, and soon you both have to buy those nets that hold stuffed animals against the corner ceiling (oh god and if you ALSO love plushies??? your house will be DECKED OUT.)

that definitely wasn’t just a headcanon for me bc i have a squishmallow addiction ahahaha

he tries to act annoyed when you pester him while he’s reading, but he secretly thinks you’re super cute when you’re begging for his attention 🥺

wooyoung is so jealous of you for the longest time… you guys didn’t really get along until san locked you both in a room and told you to work out your differences 😀

which worked, surprisingly 😀 you both came out laughing up a storm and hanging off of each other

now you and wooyoung are besties. you even team up against san sometimes to bug him. he just corners you both and stares at you intensely, forcing you to look up at him to fluster you (he loves his little brats tho 💞)

we all know san needs to hold something to sleep… and i’m sorry if you like having room to yourself when you sleep, but that something is going to have to be you sometimes (cries in starfish sleeper)

maybe not every night, but at least once a week, he HAS to fall asleep with you in his arms

he always lets you lay your head on his shoulder while he does other tasks, in fact, he encourages you to!

like if you’re sitting next to him to relax, he’ll just reach over and push your head down to rest on his shoulder

he loves to paint your nails together 💅🏻 and do face masks!

when he’s away on tour, he’ll stay up all night talking to you if no one stops him (usually hongjoong has to lmaoooo)

speaking of which, he gets all flustered every time the members bring you up… he starts blushing and smiling like a fool 🥺

then he can’t stop himself from rambling on and on about how amazing you are ☺️

he also won’t stop flirting with you just because you’re dating

he’s constantly dropping pick up lines and hyping you up

like if you get all dressed up for a special event, his jaw will drop open and he’ll say something like “hey pretty lil thing, you come here often” 👀

and you’ll be like “san i’m literally your partner” 😑

he shares everything with you, without even thinking about it

snacks, drinks, hoodies… he’ll just hand them to you absentmindedly

at the end of the day, this boy would do literally anything just to see you smile. he thinks your smile is the prettiest sight in the world. he believes you deserve the world and wants nothing more than to give it to you 💞

[berrypass-de-murdler]

94. A Ritual Killing

Judging by the title I wonder what will happen in this episode

Anyway, here's a dump of goat lord trivia (and what sets him apart from other tinos)

His design is somewhat based on young Mr Small from The Amazing World of Gumball (my favorite show E V E R)

He was diagnosed with ADHD as an adult

He literally has a squishmallow of himself named Squishtino

He has a single white spot by his tail

He has heavy scarring on his chest, both from ep. 50 and from long before

He bleats like an actual goat when very happy

If you give him a belly rub he kicks his feet and squeals!!

His default (work) outfit is his least favorite outfit

He has been bodyshamed quite a bit and is insecure about his appearance

Cartoon Irratino was born with his canon name pronunciation, although upon entering the Deduction College Tuscany misread it as 'Irrashino'. He now generally goes by this pronunciation and is uncomfortable when referred to by his legal name.

Uncle Midnight is the only person in the series who actually calls him 'Goat Lord'

BOOP

Alr onto episode

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Immediately, a random hand grabs Logico and yanks him into the back room!!

LOGICO: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUU!

Five cloaked figures stand in the way.

LOGICO: Of course. A kidnapping, to add to everything else.

The lights go out dramatically. The cloaked figures dance around Logico in a circle, horribly. And then they sing… EVEN MORE HORRIBLY!!

PEOPLE: WE ARE THE VERY SPECIAL VERY SPECIAL MAGIC MAGIC CULT WE WILL NOT INVITE YOU NOT INVITE YOU NOT AT NOT AT ALL! BUT SINCE YOU CAME TO PASS… AND CAME ACROSS OUR PAAAAAAATH! WE’RE LEGALLY OBLIGED TO TURN THE TABLES AND WE’LL RENDER YOU UNDEEEEEAD.

There’s a scream, the lights come back on, and one of the cloaked figures is dead.

LOGICO: Oh thank god.

The survivors throw off their hoods. It’s Tangerine!

LOGICO: Of course.

It’s Marengo!

LOGICO: Okay…

It’s Applegreen!...

LOGICO: Wh…y…?

It’s Smoky?!

LOGICO: What the fuck?  SMOKY: Huhuhuhuhuh, BUSTED!!

The victim, thank goodness, was just some human. How dare a human intervene with named character business? Logico already knows there was a good reason behind this one. But it needs to be solved regardless.

APPLEGREEN: I’d do anything to make my father proud again. LOGICO: That’s already suspicious as is. What prompted you to say that? APPLEGREEN: … 

Logico sits down and admires the body for a while. The way the blood stains the floor is oddly beautiful.

LOGICO: I wonder… could someone have done this just to make a blood painting for the floor? APPLEGREEN: That’s… that’s… [whimper] LOGICO: What? APPLEGREEN: That’s one of the dumbest things you’ve ever said… 

On the floor already is, indeed, a blood painting - though not from this human. It is just scribbles and randomly-placed circles, with Irratino’s logo prominently shining in the middle.

LOGICO: That’s… [...]

That reminds Logi that it’s time to call Goat Lord. But there’s no answer. Logico is quick to assume he’s dead. But then there’s a text.

“Logico! I got your call! Sorry, I was pooping :’>” 

LOGICO: Did not need that information.

“Stay safe! And remember: the person with a heavy candle wanted to kill on behalf of the Industry!”

LOGICO: Oh you dumb goat. Who else would capitalize ‘industry’? 

Logico thinks about him for a long time. And he does what his bf would do - go with his gut.

LOGICO: [ahem] Applegreen. I hate to be rude, but you have done a very poor job covering up your crime. APPLEGREEN: I’m sorry… I knew there was only supposed to be four of us. OTHERS: [mumbling in agreement] [long silence] APPLEGREEN: HAHA!! That’s right! I’m a traitor!!!!

Everyone gasps except for Logico.

LOGICO: You’ve killed people before, I kind of already kn- APPLEGREEN: I’ve sold you out for my boss! I’ve GROWN to identify his interests as my own!  TANGERINE: I don’t know what she’s saying. APPLEGREEN: Enough being ‘ASSISTANT APPLEGREEN’! Enough having ‘ASS’ in the title! Now, I’m AGENT APPLEGREEN!!!!

She strikes a dramatic superhero pose. 

APPLEGREEN: [squeal] I have to call my dad! 

She runs off. 

TANGERINE: I’d like to take over Hollywood. LOGICO: Yes yes, who DOESN’T. MARENGO: Ugh, I can’t get that song out of my head! We are the very special very special super magic- wait. No. It was we are the very very no… that’s not it. It was more like LOGICO: JUST STOP TALKING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. … Sorry.

He finally notices the SWH below Irratino’s logo on the blood painting.

LOGICO: What does THAT mean? TANGERINE: You’re looking at it upside down. That’s HMS - the Hollywood mystery society.

Logico’s lens shatters and he falls backwards in slow-motion. 

LOGICO: [weak] Of course Irratino couldn’t do something so terrible… 

He gets up and tears out the door as fast as penguin-ly possible. 

LOGICO: IRRATINOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

The end!

Tangerine says Y O S

Six more episodes to go!!!!!!!!!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[mingiswow]

Boyfriend!Mingi

⚠️english is not my first language, so sorry if there's any mistakes

i feel like i’m going to make myself suffer

but buckle up, buttercup

i feel like mingi is one of those guys that needs to know very well the person before falling in love with them

or it’s just me mirroring myself on my biases? we’ll never know

you guys know each other from diaper days

your parents are friends and you grew up together

you were best friends 

but when he left to pursue his dreams you guys lost contact

you always had him in your heart

and when you moved to seoul to go to college you always dreamed of meeting him again

but you let it slide since he was now famous

he probably doesn’t even remember you, right?

wrong

because when he saw you passing by him on the street one day he recognized you immediately

he is probably one of your soulmates or part of your soul family (if you believe in these things)

so he went after you

very rom-com like

he called you and you turned around to meet an out of breath mingi with wide-eyes to finally meet you again

and then he hugged you

and it immediately felt right, like home

yeah yeah sappy i know let me live my dream here ok?

anywayssssss

after that you guys got back in contact and talked every single day

no joke

and the boys always knew when he was talking to you

“what are you smiling at, Mingi? oh wait, maybe it has to do with a certain childhood sweetheart?”

gets BURNING RED

poor boy

but yeah he knows he likes you

he always did but wasn’t aware

it was actually you who opened up first about your feelings

and he was so happy about it that his only reaction was to hold your face and kiss you

So yeah 

Mingi is part of the puppy line 

He’s so sweet as a boyfriend 

He is always making sure you are happy 

because you make him happy so he wants to make sure he makes you happy as well

pure floof

he likes to buy stuff all the time

not expensive or major stuff

just small trinkets that he thought would suit you well or reminded him of you

“i saw these hair clips while the tour in Paris and I thought it matched with that jacket of yours that you like”

“this squishmallow looks just like you that I couldn’t resist”

loves seeing you wear his clothes

lowkey pretends to forget something at yours just so you can steal

also steal things of yours but we’ll talk about it later 😏

another one that is very reserved when it comes to pda

probably stays away from you when you are in the same room with him and the boys

so sorry if you are an affectionate person

because you'll have to hold that for the moments you are all alone

but when you are alone

he is a koala

doesn’t leave your side

always cuddling you

he holds himself so hard throughout the day that when you’re finally alone he doesn’t leave your side

so better prepare yourself

also will shower you in kisses

all over your face, neck, shoulders, arms

if you have freckles, spots, acne, something that shows on your skin, he will kiss each one of them

muttering little compliments between each kiss

he does not fail to make you feel pretty and loved

once he gets tired of kissing your body he’ll attack your lips

then oof hold yourself

because this boy knows how to kiss

he looks shy and inexperienced but since the first time you two kissed you noticed he wasn’t

his lips are the softest thing in the world

it feels like you are kissing clouds

his hands go straight to your lower back

he’ll hold you firmly close to him, he wants to be able to feel how fast your heart race every time you are together

his lips softly touch yours and he stays still for a while

as if he’s letting his own heart get calmer (he even sighs after a while with your lips attached)

and then he starts moving ever so gently

like you are made of glass

as if you are a cotton candy and if he moves too roughly you will melt 

i have no other words rather than he is a total sweetheart

we all know this boy is very sensitive

so don’t fight with him

he gets upset easily 

so whenever he does something wrong or that it made you hurt or sad or angry please talk to him 

he is a himbo sometime ngl

very oblivious

he lives in his own little world and wants you to live in it with him

so whenever you have an issue to solve just talk to him

he’ll promptly listen and understand you

he is just a giant baby

now for the fun part that I know you guys are waiting for

NSFW from here on ⇉ minors dni ⇇

now 

i know you guys are expecting me to say this man is a dom

or that he is very dominating in bed

but sorry to break to you all he’s a little bit of a pillow prince

he loves being bossed around by you

he loves seeing you so confident, so sexy in your power

lowkey has a fetish for fucking you in heels 

he is a G I V E R 

don’t get me wrong, he loves cuming 

but he loves more seeing you do it

so expect him to eat/suck you for hours 

not an exaggeration

he’ll make sure you have the best orgasmS in your life everytime you two have sex

loves dirty talking

“you taste so damn good, yn”

“i can’t wait to listen you cum again”

“c’mon sweetheart just one more and i’ll stop, i just want to taste your sweet little juices again”

always complimenting and praising you 

like I said, he’s a bit of a pillow prince

and by that i mean he doesn’t want to make efforts with his body

also because he loves seeing you bounce on top of him

fucking yourself 

using him like you wish

he likes to think he belongs to you after all, so use him like you mean it

he’ll just do something when he starts getting impatient with his own orgasm

then he’ll show how strong he is by holding you midair and fucking you 

throw yourself on top of his chest and start moaning in his ear and it’s the end of him

i’ll be honest here and say that i feel like sex with mingi is almost the same everytime

not that this a bad thing

because sex with him is great

but don’t expect him to be very innovative or inventive 

so if you want something new in bed, bring yourself

depending on it he might be open to try

if you are more into the kinky stuff he’s gonna be so scared lmao

“you want me to spank you? for what?”

remember when I said he likes stealing stuff from you?

he likes stealing your underwear sometimes

see this as a souvenir if you will

lowkey takes with him on tour so he touches himself with it thinking about you

overall Mingi is a very sweet, soft and simple boyfriend, all he wants is to be with you and shower you with all the love he can

Masterlist

Requests are open

[will-you-pick-me]

Didn't have one before yn? I am percieving this very hard and staring at Jack with my big ol eyes, good segway into a question tho: do u have a general like......summary 4 the blorbos that r not spoilers 4 when da server is open? i like, know the general stuff thanks 2 scouring but like, an official one? (if it's in the works pretend i asked how they would all feel about my stuffed animal special interest)

That'll be the posts that have their picrew references on them! They're individual posts, so it might take a bit to re-find, but if you haven't seen those yet then let me know and I'll go digging to reblog them - you're probably not the only one who may have missed them after all! :3

But as a fellow stuffed animal lover (squishmallows... GOD, squishmallows) I will definately answer that too!

Mikey would think it's cute, but probably not get why it might be important to you until you explain it. He wouldn't exactly be rude or anything, but maybe a little bit careless, letting them fall out of the bed so that there's room for him to cuddle you. He'll be super respectful after he understands that they're not just toys, though.

Ulrich would view it with a sort of quiet envy that ends up coming off looking like disdain or disapproval. This guy needs therapy, honestly, but good luck getting him into there. He'll also be very strict that if you simply must have them, that they be tidy and organized. He'll buy you a shelf or some other kind of organizer that you can dedicate to your stuffies if you legitimately do not have room to organize them in neat little rows on your bed.

Zach is delighted! If you have any older stuffed animals, like a Steiff or a Boyds, they'll gladly help you make sure that such collectable antiques are well taken care of, and maybe even a small history lesson if you want it. Even a Webkins that's only a year old will be cooed over, though, and they'll definitely be on the lookout for more stuffies to bring back to you when they go out!

Jessica also finds it delightful, and will take her time to sew you a little patchwork bear from the fabric scraps of her projects for you. She'll also shyly inform you that it used to be a tradition to make "memory bears" from old clothing scraps, so that you could keep a piece of that person close to you if they're far away, or have passed on. She won't ever tell you, but there's a little silk heart inside, stuffed with the dried petals of your favorite flower.

Jack is delighted beyond all belief! You've got toys everywhere, it's like a heaven! Oh... oh, wait, these aren't for rough play...? He's immediately sorry, promises to fix any tooth holes as best he can, and he's forever bringing you new stuffies to make up for it no matter how many times you promise him it's ok and that you've forgiven him. He hasn't forgiven himself - and probably won't ever.

Narrator doesn't care - as long as you're you, and it makes you happy, that's all he could ask for. All he wants is for you to be true to yourself, happy and safe. If stuffed animals are part of that, then so be it - he'll do his best to learn how to make one. No matter how many times he stabs himself with the sewing needle.

[finsterhund]

Andy's walmart toy quest!

(NO NOT THAT FUCKING M)OVIE NO NO NO NO)

So yesterday I went to walmart and looked at touys

here is some highlights

ORION REAL. I would have killed for this in the 2nd grade. Actual honest to god murder.

THERE HE IS. MISTER AMMONIA BURNS HIMSELF. ARCHIE. (yes I know the ammonia burn colored squishmallow axolotl's name. Don't ask)

The company that makes squishmallows are hardcore IDF supporters so needless to say I am not gonna buy squishmallows. Luckily for me, the box was false advertising. Not a single axolotl squishmallow to be found. I do admittedly have a bit of a soft spot for them though. They seem like they'd make good pillows. Very soft and squishy. Ages ago I bought a squishmallow keychain because it was a doberman and in the dollar store. Long before the call for a boycott. There's a few I'd consider getting thrifted but other than that, pass.

Knockoff squishmallows however...

HOLY FUCK KRISPY KREME AXOLOTL THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! And you're a relatively natural pale pink leucitic color too! Not losing your skin because of a common form of aquarium neglect!!

I HAVE TO HAVE YOU!!!!

!!!... Nevermind... Jesus fucking christ... FML

(nobody tell me about the orange Reese's peanut butter cups one. I know about him already. I looked on ebay and like, 45 dollars :'( so out of the question. I only pay big bucks for the *fancy* stuffed animals. knockoff squishmallows is not a Sly.)

And that concludes our trip. I definitely did not find a walmart inhouse squishmallow knockoff that was a blue axolotl that was significantly cheaper than the official ones and that there was only one, a single one left, just like the tiny little axolotl at the toy store...

perhaps one who I forgot to photograph because I grabbed it immediately... imprinted upon it in an instant...

Oops...

Shit...

Anyways so I guess the good news is I no longer am suffering in agony about the little plastic axolotl that Scott destroyed.

I also got all the supplies I need to make my suitcase secure for going through the airport. Because I'm visiting my friend in two weeks. Very excited.

[memethebum]

Here’s chapter 2 of the Steins;Gate AU!

This one starts with Black*Star shenanigans and ends with Maka finding Soul’s dead body :D

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“So we actually going through with the whole eat the rich gimmick or are you getting cold feet now that we’re finally here?” Black*Star teased, causing Maka to roll her eyes while she examined each of the room numbers they had passed along their trek into the conference building of Shibusen University.

“As if I’d get cold feet over…what’s going on?” The young woman then exclaimed as the floor began to suddenly quake underneath them, only to return into a motionless state a minute later.

“Maybe it was some kinda draft or tectonic plate shifting. Hah, guess taking Geology 1301 as a summer class actually came in handy,” her friend offered while beginning to continue his stride through the hallway.

“How can you be so sure?” Maka rebutted before opening a few of the hallway doors that they had passed.

Looking outside might help me find out what that was she decided once noticing a stairway leading towards the rooftop. The young woman then began to sprint up the staircase and immediately pulled open an exit door.

Her eyebrows shot up once noticing a large, oval-shaped object at the center of the vacant rooftop.

“MAKS I NEED YOU!” Black*Star screeched, causing Maka to stare at the odd structure in front of her for another brisk moment before running down the stairs.

“What is it Black*Star?” the young woman asked once reaching the floor level she had previously been walking through with her friend.

“I thought you were supposed to be some sort of entrepreneur,” the young man blurted to someone a few feet away from where she stood.

“And spend money on a card machine? No thanks,” another voice snorted, which Maka discovered to be Kim once catching a glimpse of her classmate holding a large cardboard box in front of Black*Star.

“You got cash, right Albarn?” Kim questioned Maka before flashing her a sly grin.

“Um yea, but what for?” Maka answered before moving closer towards the box and letting out an exasperated groan once noticing the pile of squishmallows that had been placed within it.

She then leveled her eyes towards Black*Star, who only seemed to pout at her in an imploring manner.

“Alright, alright here you go,” the young woman huffed before pulling out a few bills from her back pocket and handing them over to Kim’s outstretched palm.

“Which one do you want?” their classmate asked Black*Star as she counted the money and used her free hand to toss around some of the stuffed animals.

“Suprise me! Grab one outta the bottom without looking,” Black*Star exclaimed, prompting Kim to shrug her shoulders and dig both of her hands into the mound of stuffed animals.

She grunted before pulling out a small fuzzy creature and holding it in front of Black*Star.

“Yahoo, a Bigfoot one! It even matches me!” Black*Star exclaimed as he eagerly pointed between his bright mop of blue hair and the similarly shaded fur of his new squishmallow before eagerly snatching the stuffed animal out of Kim’s grasp.

“Great, let’s get to the conference room now that you’ve finished letting Kim rip me off,” Maka said before waving goodbye to the other young woman and resuming her walk across the hallway.

“You like this little guy?” Maka then heard Black*Star exclaim. She looked back to see him knelt in front of a gray-haired child, who giggled as her friend began to sway the squishmallow back and forth.

“Uh, just save me a seat,” the young man called out before Maka released a small hum in understanding.

At least buying that plushie is gonna make sure he doesn’t die of boredom until the Evans slip up Maka thought to herself, prompting her lips to turn into a small smile as she walked further towards her destination.

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“Hello, thank you all for joining us. My name, for those of you who may not know, is Aneirin Evans and this is my son Selwyn Evans. We’d like to start off with a quick run-through on the leading theories of time travel as of late and continue our presentation from there,” Aneirin Evans spoke into the microphone before firmly gazing at Selwyn Evans, who had then took his father’s place in front of the microphone.

Yea, have mister hotshot talk about scientific theories Maka thought to herself as she bore her eyes at the infamous Selwyn Evans, younger brother of the famous violinist Wes Evans whom Liz seemed to vehemently praise for both talent and looks.

“Ehm, the first subject we’d like to talk about is world lines. As a…musician, I’ve always wondered how a performance may have gone differently-“

Wait a minute, worldlines? Maka brooded over the young man’s explanation as she flipped through the pamphlet she had received just before walking into the room.

She let out a scoff once noticing the words butterfly effect printed in a large bolded font on the booklet’s first page.

“Do you take us all for fools?” the young woman shouted before rising from her seat and sending a glare towards both members of the Evans family.

“Worldlines, butterfly effects! All of these Of seem to merely be taken from a Twitter account going by the name Chameleon! Is data taken from a fake timetravel account the definition of credible to you pe-“

“Excuse us!” Selwyn Evans then exclaimed over Maka’s accusations before walking towards her direction.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing,” Maka exclaimed as the young man gently tugged on the sleeve of her shirt and urged her out the conference room.

“If you’re trying to bargain for my silence then-“

“Trust me, I really don’t like the corners my father cut into this research conference either,” he sighed in the middle of Maka’s inquiry, prompting her to arch an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Then, why’re you going along with all this?” she probed before watching the young man in front of her start to slightly shuffle his feet before leveling his eyes towards the floor.

Maka then realized that this was the first time she had been able to view this particular member of the Evans family without a copious amount of photo filters plastered onto a social media post or the haughty atmosphere that follows such a wealthy family whenever they’re being recorded during a formal event.

She found herself bewildered at the fact that Selwyn Evans appeared to be nothing more than a young man around her age. It wasn’t hard to see why people would find him attractive due to his tanned skin and alluring shade of scarlet pupils, but it seemed as if the image he carried was much more lax and reserved than anything the young woman had been expecting.

“Listen my father…goes pretty berserk when there’s a obstacle in his way. Doesn’t matter who or what it is, he won’t stop until everything fits his idea of how things should work,” the young man added before tightening his jaw into a steady frown.

“So you were getting all handsy just to warn me about your narcissist of a papa?” Maka murmured, only to be caught in surprise once more as the young man’s eyes met her own after she voiced the question.

“Says the person who was doing the exact same thing just…what 15 minutes ago,” he snorted.

What is he talking about? This is the first time I’ve ever had a conversation with him and I was definitely with Black*Star 15 minutes ago? the young woman discerned before flashing a glare at the young man.

“Is this some ploy to get me out of your father’s way? Using an underhanded threat isn’t going to change anything Mister Selwyn Evans-”

“In case you haven’t been able to tell by now , I’m not a self-absorbed asshole like my father! Are you trynna’ tell me you weren’t the one babbling and tiptoeing around my personal bubble just before the conference started? And what’s with calling me Selwyn now after using Soul a thousand times before,” the young man countered as his voice rose into an exasperated tempo.

Maka was left in a state of flustered silence once he’d finished his explanation. The young woman’s lack of an adequate reply had allowed her to watch Selwyn Evan’s face slacken before he released a low sigh.

“I’d normally just brush people off as stalkers, but I could tell there was…something bothering you earlier. Ya’ seem to be a lot less jumpy, so why not say what you were meaning to before?” he offered as Maka’s mouth began to slightly gape open in confusion.

“I already told you, there’s no way we could’ve been talking 15 minutes ago-“

“SELWYN,” a hoarse voice called out, causing Selwyn Evans to slightly flinch before taking a few hesitant steps towards the direction of the room he’d marched them out of before the presentation could even begin.

Maka had also begun to follow in the young man’s tracks before feeling her phone emit a set of vibrations. She gave out a confused hum before grabbing the device from her skirt pocket and noticing that Black*Star was calling her.

“We got an emergency Maks,” her friend immediately blared into her ear once she answered the call.

“What do you mean an emergency?” the young woman balked before watching Selwyn Evans slowly turn away from the path leading towards the conference room.

“You know what, just stay where you are- I’m coming,” Maka spoke through the phone before mindlessly gazing at the young man in front of her one last time. She gave him a low grunt in farewell and began to walk in the opposite direction, causing a wave of relief to engulf her now that his eyes weren’t prying within her for an answer to something she had absolutely no recollection over.

“I’m right by the staircase where ya’ left me, but I really can’t be standing here for more than a few minutes to wait for you,” Black*Star explained before the sound of shuffling began to echo through his side of the call.

“And why is that!” Maka called out towards the end of the hall where her friend stood while peering down a stairway.

Her eyes then narrowed at the weak chuckle Black*Star gave out as she jogged towards him.

“Me and that kid were playin’ around with the lil’ Bigfoot before I threw it up super high and it fell down the stairs and just, poof disappeared,” the young man explained as he pointed a finger towards the bottom of the staircase.

“So your emergency was losing a stupid squishmallow!” Maka yelled at Black*Star, who gave her a smirk before running down a few of the steps in front of them.

“Yeaaaa, but we’d be wasting your money if I don’t find it, so that’s definitely an emergency. Plus, you’d have a good excuse to beat someone up if lil’ Bigfoot got kidnapped. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” he coaxed while Maka slowly massaged her temples in irritation.

She had then peered down the staircase in a half-hearted attempt to locate Black*Star’s missing plushie before feeling her phone vibrate once more.

Huh, who’d want to send me a video? Maka questioned to herself as she examined the video file that had been shared with her by an unknown number.

However, she immediately disregarded the odd message once hearing a blood curdling scream resound throughout the hallway.

“What was that?” Black*Star anxiously whispered before meeting Maka’s startled expression.

“Sounds like it came from this floor,” she explained before rushing forward to open an office door which faced the stairway.

She heard a soft creak come from the other side of the hallway and turned her head to find that Black*Star had followed her lead in pinpointing the source of the distressing noise they had just heard.

A heavy weight soon began to creep upon the young woman as she opened each of the doors that came within her reach and found nothing of importance.

Her eyes then caught sight of a utility room that had been tucked within a bleak corner of the new hallway she had just swerved into.

The entire expanse of her arms had broke into small goosebumps once her fingers took hold of the cold metal doorknob, almost as if it were an omen for what she was to find inside the room.

Maka breathlessly swung the door open and gaped at Selwyn Evan’s lifeless body as the pool of blood beneath him gave her a hazy idea of what had happened to the young man she’d been talking to just a few minutes ago.

[jiyuus]

Unplanned

I’ve actually been meaning to write for Shinso for a bit 😅 but I’ve never knew what to write for him...

So I have an idea now after reading something wholesome, and someone (aka @morosis-haze said they would read it if I do~ 

I’ve also been in the wholesome family shit recently, so~ Dad!Shinso!

Dad!Shinso x Mom!Reader, mentions of throwing up, the nickname Kitten/Kitty- a mess because I have gotten worse at writing~

[Shinso Hitoshi]

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You and Shinso never really planned anything. Literally.

When you both started dating, you both casually confessed, not expecting anything. All your dates were a spur of the moment type of thing, but that was mainly due to his heroics. When you both moved in, it was just a random question Shinso asked and next thing you knew- you were moved into a place together. 

And while there were planned and special moments between you two, that’s how everything went for the two of you. So after a few months of being married, you sat on the ground in front of your toilet puking up the rare dinner that Shinso had made only a few hours ago.

“How are you feeling now?” Shinso asked coming by your side after placing a glass of water on the counter top next to the sink. You were resting your pounding head on your arms that were resting on the toilet seat.

“Remind me to clean the bathroom sometime.” You lightly joked, not really wanting to talk but needing to show Shinso that you were somewhat okay enough to not be dragged to the hospital. He nodded with a sly smile and sat down beside you, placing his hand on your lower back- rubbing it in circles.

“I hope it wasn’t something in the food, I would feel terrible if I caused you to be sick.” You were quick to wave off his worry, trying to say that his food was delicious. But before you could, you felt another wave of nausea wash over you before you were throwing up again.

This wasn’t the first time you had thrown up this week, but you always prayed that it was last. However, it never was. After you calmed down and were somewhat okay, and you didn’t feel like you were going to throw up again, Shinso helped you back into your shared bedroom. Making sure that there was an empty trash can, water, and something to wipe your mouth with close by.

~

By the next week, it was evident that something was wrong and Shinso had suggested you go to the doctor. Which you wholeheartedly agreed with, you had a feeling you knew what was causing the sickness, but you wanted a professional to confirm it.

And when those words passed, you only now realized how big this actually was.

You were pregnant, not that far along, but enough for the thing growing inside of you to start being a pain in everyday life- like the morning sickness.

When you got home, Shinso was nowhere to be found- but you weren’t surprised. He often worked nights, opting for that instead of day- you couldn’t blame him, too many people were out during the day.

After arriving home and taking your shoes off, you went to the kitchen, hoping to find something to make dinner with. Only to find a note on the counter by the stove.

‘Text me when you see this, -Shinso’

Smiling at the note, you pulled out your phone and quickly typed a text to Shinso. Saying that everything was fine, including that you wanted to do something tomorrow before he went into work. He didn’t respond immediately, but when he did it was a simple ‘Okay’ with a red heart after it.

~

The next day, after Shinso got at least a few hours of sleep, you both went out at the request of you. Like always, you didn’t have a plan, but you did have a rough outline of what you wanted to do.

“Lets go in here, Toshi.” You said walking outside of a toy store, which wasn’t out of the blue for the two of you- you both frequented this shop for a random board game when you have a get together.

As you both were looking around, you grabbed a little stuffed kitty and hide it behind your back. Skipping over to Shinso with a big smile on your face, calling out to him.

“Yes, Kitty?” Smiling up at him, the one that always made Shinso fall more in love with you, you show him the stuffed animal.

“What do you think?” It was a simple Squishmallow, a black cat with purple accents. Shinso smiled and took the plush in his hands.

“It’s cute, do you want it?” He asked, ready to buy it whether or not you answered either way.

“It could be our second child,” you teased as you stride past him. Shinso only nodded before freezing, going over your words as you wondered around the store again.

“Y/N.” You already knew what he wanted and that he put the pieces together, but it wasn’t often that you got to tease your normally stoic husband. 

~

It’s been a year since you gave birth to you son, Shina, who was almost an exact copy of Shinso. And the year has been the craziest, unplanned, amazing thing that could’ve happened to you both. Shinso’s mentor, Aizawa, was an honorary grandfather- but the god father was his obnoxious friend Kaminari and your friend Mei was the godmother.

Best unplanned moment ever.

[poisonedapples]

Domestic Life (Was Never Quite My Style)

Summary: Even with a baby Patton who refuses to go to sleep, Roman finds himself having the loveliest night with his family.

Warnings: The song “Dear Theodosia” and one “blink and you’ll miss it” mention of parental abandonment. It’s mostly adorable fluff

Pairings: Romantic Logince, parental Royality and Logicality

Word Count: 2,522

Taglist: @noodles-07 @didyouseerichohisawrich @look-ma-im-on-tv @somehow-i-got-an-account @depressed-stressed-virgil @queen-of-all-things-snuggly @ohlookanotherdumbfanboy @jamie-writes-things @adoratato @boopypasta @omgsomeonesomewhereonearth @beyondthestacks @changeling-ash @hold-our-destiny

Notes: Happy anniversary to the best boyfriend in all the land, @romansleftshoulderpad, who has been there through everything good, weird and awful. You’re amazing, and even though my Writing Machine broke and had me change my present idea four times, hopefully you’ll appreciate some fluff nonetheless.

(Also shoutout as always to my friend Cornybird on Ao3 for editing my stuff I owe you like five squishmallows)

Roman and Logan were always the couple that no one could have possibly guessed. Roman was wild and untamed; always aiming for the best of the best, striving to conquer the impossible and prove everyone who doubted him wrong.

There always seemed to be so little time for him. He wanted to write, sing, dance, act, create, and he refused to let trivial things get in the way of that. Even as a hopeless romantic who dreamed of marriage, it seemed like his running on pure adrenaline made it impossible for him to make friends, let alone a husband.

Logan wasn’t much better. He wasn’t very invested in the arts and had (arguably) more achievable goals, but he still couldn’t stand to not be the top of his class. He wanted to be idolized. He wanted a kid who felt as helpless as he once did to look at him and get hope for the future. He wanted respect, and he was determined to gain it.

But that led to him overworking himself. Logan had a habit of working late into the night to put efficiency over self care, to drop everything that could get in his way and absorb himself in his own goals. Yet just like Roman, self isolation led to loneliness, and his personal expectations made him deem himself unworthy of a partner and family, no matter how untrue that was.

On the outside, they looked like people who were too busy and in their heads to enjoy the little things. Logan passed up warm showers and movie nights to get his ideas out on paper, and Roman passed up coffee shops and strolls through the park to create bigger and better things. But for the longest time, on the inside they were lonely. And only one person could see that enough to break through.

No one expected them to get to this point. The point where they’d been happily together for four years, Logan’s engagement ring carefully placed in the same box that Roman had given it to him in on the bedside table. But it was real anyway, and Logan was fast asleep, while Roman’s brain was thinking about too many fantasy worlds for him to calm down enough to doze off. Instead, he ran his fingers through his fiancé’s hair and watched him sleep peacefully on his chest.

Roman could have spent his entire life in that position. Just him and Logan, his adorable love looking peaceful and happy as Roman protected him from the world. If he wouldn’t be risking waking him up, Roman would also be peppering kisses all over his face, but he took a mental note to do that in the morning instead. They were going on a date tomorrow after all, and those always ended in lots of kisses and cheesy flirts Logan would roll his eyes at. But Roman thought his faux annoyance was adorable, so he used pickup lines at least three times a week.

But that was tomorrow, and tonight was tonight. And nights were a child’s favorite time to break the peace.

Roman could hear babbling from the room across from them, as well as from the baby monitor next to the bed. Patton was already squealing “dada” a little bit, and Roman knew from experience that he was getting ready to cry for them. It broke his heart every time Patton cried, so he gently pushed Logan to the bed and kissed his hair. He didn’t squirm, so Roman shimmied off the bed and smiled at Logan one last time as the baby talk got a little louder. He knew the drill by now, so Roman grabbed his guitar before he left and went to Patton’s bedroom. Music was the fastest way to get the little guy back to sleep.

Roman opened the colorful door to his son’s nursery. Only a pale blue nightlight gave light to the room, revealing a crib with a babbling baby holding onto the rails. Patton still couldn’t walk, but he was getting pretty good at standing in place, so the day would come at any time now. 

Roman gave his baby a tired smile. “Hello, sunshine. What are you doing awake? Princes need their beauty sleep!”

“Dada, dada, dada!” Patton babbled, jumping as much as his tiny legs could using the spring of the crib’s mattress. Roman didn’t bother going to the crib and picking him up, though. He learned a long time ago that a rocking chair doesn’t make Patton tired anymore; he only squeals with excitement like it’s a baby rollercoaster. Roman experimented one night and played Wonderwall on his guitar as a joke when Patton refused to calm down, but it was the fastest the little guy had ever been lulled to sleep. Since then, Roman immediately picks up his guitar and lets Patton relax to that instead.

“What’s the request tonight, little buddy?” Roman asked as he sat in the rocking chair and strummed some of the strings. “Frère Jacques? Hey Soul Sister? Or do you want a song Dada really likes?”

“Dada!” Patton squealed.

“A Dada song? Excellent choice!” Roman leaned back in the chair and thought about what he may want to play. Logically he knew Patton only said dada because it was the only word he knew, but Roman liked to pretend his baby was the smartest boy in the entire world, even if his farts still scared him and he slapped his hands on every new surface he found. If he grew up to be anything like Logan, then Roman knew that he would have a bright future. “Now...what would I maybe want to play…”

Patton let go of the railing and let himself fall on his butt back to the mattress. He crawled over to his favorite stuffed frog and held onto the fur tightly, which Roman thought was objectively the cutest thing in this world. Though then again, everything Patton did was adorable. He was at the perfect age to steal the heart of everyone, and call Roman a lovestruck dad all you wanted, but his baby just blew his breath away.

“Hey, little froggy, how about we bring back an old favorite? Especially since me and Papa have been watching the Hamilfilm a whole lot!” Patton giggled in response, so Roman nodded his head. “Alright then, let’s see here…”

Roman placed his fingers on the neck of the guitar and strummed the first cord, testing out the tune. When he was satisfied, Roman strummed out the beginning notes of the song, and already Patton began to seem mesmerized by it.

“Dear Theodosia what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother’s name. When you came into the world you cried and it broke my heart…” Patton shoved one of the eyes of his stuffed frog into his mouth, listening intently. When Patton was first born, all Roman did was sing this song to him. It seemed to fit so well given their situation. Logan always went on about how Patton had Roman’s eyes, even though Roman expected Logan to mention that it was obvious Patton would have some of his traits. He was half Roman after all, and Logan was hardly one for sentimentals anyway. But then again, becoming a dad had made him a lot softer than Roman could ever imagine.

“I’m dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style, when you smile…” Roman looked over at his baby. He had a little smile on his face, but Roman also guessed that was just the permanent position Patton’s face was in. He seemed like a happy baby almost all the time, give or take a few sick days and the time Patton saw a spider for the first time. “...You knock me out, I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart.”

Roman didn’t know if he was smart or not. His fiancé said that intelligence is more than book smarts and street smarts, and Roman had his strengths just like he had his flaws. But insecurity was a wild thing, and though Roman put on his best facade of greatness, he was only human, and humans have a strange perspective on self worth. Though no matter how intelligent he was, Roman had long accepted that Patton could break down any tough walls he or Logan put up. After all, it had been quite the sight to see Logan sob from happiness at holding his baby for the first time.

“You will come of age with our young nation...we’ll bleed and fight for you. We’ll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation...we’ll pass it onto you. We’ll give the world to you and you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday…”

Roman strummed out the notes in between lyrics for longer than he had to, but it was okay when his audience was a baby who didn’t actually know the song. “Ready for one more part, buddy?” Patton didn’t respond (obviously), he only looked up at Roman with big eyes. “Good! I know it’s your favorite part.”

“I have to admit that it is mine as well.”

Roman’s strumming stopped in its tracks when he heard the familiar voice. He looked across the room to the door where his adorable fiancé stood, his hair messy and Roman’s stolen pajama shirt making him look considerably tinier. If Roman wasn’t so tired, he’d scoop Logan up and swing him around the room for being so adorable. “What are you doing awake, love?”

“I can hear you singing from the baby monitor that’s a few feet away from my face.” Roman’s cheeks flushed red, but Logan didn’t care. He walked over to Roman at the rocking chair and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, giving a kiss to the top of Roman’s head. “Did a certain little froggy decide to have a party past his bedtime?”

“He woke up, yeah. I’m trying to put him back to sleep.”

“Did you check his diaper?”

Roman blinked. “...I did not.”

Logan sighed, but he shook his head fondly at his forgetful fiancé. Roman always went to the more complicated solutions before thinking about the basics, but at least he was trying. If Patton had started to cry, Roman would have eventually realized to check those things anyway.

Logan picked up Patton from his crib and took a sniff of his diaper. He smelled clean, which was good, but putting a baby to sleep who simply didn’t want to rest was harder than having something specific to fix. Logan kept Patton in his arms as Roman strummed on his guitar again with a smile.

“I still have to finish my song, Logan. Care to join the late night party with us?”

Logan smiled. “It’s Alexander’s part, correct?”

“Don’t act like you don’t already know. You love this musical as much as I do.”

“Fair point. How about you sing to us, then?”

“Could you do me the honor of singing alongside me?” Roman asked.

Logan felt his face heat up. “...We’ll see.”

Roman didn’t push it anymore. He knew Logan didn’t like his singing voice, even if it was objectively the best thing Roman could ever possibly hear. But when Logan got some time to ease into the idea, he would eventually slide into it.

Roman started strumming again, and the song picked up once more. It was just that with Logan around, the energy of the room felt all the more alive. “Oh, Phillip you outshine the morning sun. My son. Look at my son!”

Patton smacked both his hands on Logan’s shoulder. Logan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now…”

Logan began to sing, and Roman almost stopped in his tracks with awe. “Oh, Phillip, you outshine the morning sun. My son.”

Patton looked up at his dad with the most adorable baby smile. At the sound of both his parents and his favorite guitar, Patton began kicking and bouncing in Logan’s arms. The song was meant to calm him down enough to sleep, but instead the little guy decided it was the perfect time of day of a dance party. The worst part was that neither Roman or Logan had the heart to argue with him.

Instead, they both began to sing together as Patton bounced and smacked his hands. “When you smile, I fall apart. And I thought I was so smart.”

The music changed a little bit, and Roman and Logan both knew what came next. It was a part that hit them both close to home, but they’d practiced that section way too many times to not be prepared. Roman took the part of Alexander first. “My father wasn’t around…”

Logan held a dancing Patton tighter. “My father wasn’t around.”

“I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes…”

“I’ll make a million mistakes…”

Roman stood up from the rocking chair and strummed louder as he stood beside Logan. Both him and their son smiled as the two came back together for the song. “I’ll make the world safe and sound for you...will come of age with our young nation.”

Roman laid his head on Logan’s shoulder and Patton was merciful enough to stop slapping and put all his energy into bouncing up and down instead of smacking Roman in the face. “We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation...we’ll pass it onto you. We’ll give the world to you, and you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday...yeah, you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday…”

The two parents held the last note as Roman strummed out the ending of the song. When Roman finished with that final strum, Patton still danced until the note had become too quiet to hear. Once he stopped his bouncing, Roman set his guitar down on the floor long enough to grab Patton’s hands and make him clap. “Yay, bravo, bravo! A wonderful musician and his beautiful dancer!”

Patton squealed nonsense in response as Logan moved to steal Roman’s place at the rocking chair, being careful not to rock it in case it only riled Patton up even more. “I don’t think he’s been calmed down by your song, Roman.”

“Well…” Roman grabbed his guitar again and sat on the floor in front of the rocking chair. “That just means we have to let him dance out the energy, right? Then tomorrow, we’re absolutely recording him dancing to this. I would do it now if I wasn’t tired.”

Logan chuckled. “I will try to remind you.”

“But until then…” Roman placed his fingers back on the strings and strummed the first note. “Care for another round, my love?”

The smile Logan gave off mixed with the happiness of their baby was an image Roman swore to cherish forever. “Of course, my prince.”

When Roman began to strum, their precious baby boy started to dance once more.

[mlm-cottage-love]

SFW-SPIN

I'm going to go on a rant about my SPIN, because I want to.

My SPIN is Squishmallows and it has been for around 4 years I think, since they came out back in 2017. My first Squishmallow was this green dinosaur called Danny, he's a 12" valentine's day one. He's also the only Squishmallow that I allow on my bed. He's a bit flat since I've had him for 4 years but he's still great.

Then I got Fifi, Winnie, and Cookie. All except for Fifi are valentine's day ones, but they're all 8" (my favorite size for Squishmallows, they're easy to store and display, and when I did have them displayed on my bed when my collection was a lot smaller, they were by far the best ones to hold, good size).

I slowly got a lot more as holidays and birthdays passed, and over the span of around 2 years I had around 50+ Squishmallows and I knew they were sold at some of my local stores.

Up until a year ago I wasn't too invested in keeping inventory and actually remembering their names, but I got really hyper focused one day on finding out so I made a note on my phone about it, and every time I got a new one I would put their name on the list. Soon I also incorporated color, size, defining details, type (hugmee, peep, mystery egg, etc.), and with new ones the fact that they were scented.

Now I can actually go around my room and name all of them which I'm really proud of since I don't have a great memory. I also know basically any store or souvenir shop that sells them (I stayed up an ungodly amount of time finding this out).

I even made my own custom Squishmallows!! They're 2 highland cows, Saul and Paisley. I absolutely love them and my only regret is I didn't sew the fabric on but I don't know how to sew (fun fact, crafting was a huge SPIN of mine as a kid and it lasted like 8/10 years).

It's also gotten to a point where my immediate family is searching for them as well, even some of my mom's friends. My aunt also made me a pink (my favorite color) tote bag with Paulita on the front and in cat shaped letters "love" on the other side (it has 4 cats and I think that's extra cool because I have 4 cats :)))!!) I love that bag so much tbh.

I have 207 Squishmallows as of now and I feel like they really tie my room together and make it look more comforting, maybe that's just because they're my SPIN but they're fantastic decoration. I also really like organizing things by color and making patterns with colors so most of my nets, shelves, or corners have color patterns and I just 🥵😤.

I also have a lot of "rare" Squishmallows, to be honest I got them all back in 2017 when they weren't popular (Wendy, Sophie **not fluffy**, etc.) but some of them I got this year or last that really had/are having a boom. Getting to Walgreens super early and making friends with the staff really pays off when you want Squishmallows honestly.

Some of my nets need a bit more love so I'm planning to make Squishmallow DIY projects to decorate them (like paper decor), I'm thinking of making my favorite (whether in my collection or not) Squishmallows and hanging them on my nets.

The only complaint I have with Squishmallows is that in 2020/2021 it's been super popular to scalp and price gauge them. I really don't get why people do that it's just a dick move, and it's not like people are realistically buying your 200$ Squishmallow (seriously Merci is full of them and they never have the orange sold sticker on it).

My collection isn't done by any means but I feel like I'm pretty content with everything I own, I probably won't be looking for any unless a squad I like comes out or until it's late August when the Halloween ones come out (they're meant to have a ton of really cool new ones coming out this year, like a Frankenstein bear and for Christmas a white tree and an angel I believe, I really hope those were true).

But thanks for reading about my SPIN. That's basically all the info I wanted to share.

[curewhimsy]

More Shiro-Sora things

I haven’t uploaded these tidbits to tumblr yet.

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—Catchphrases— Iroha says “nyaa” at times SeeU has a habit of saying “meow” Dex says “woof” sometimes Nigaito’s verbal tic is “gyuu” Miki says “Chun chun!” A lot... to be cute. Haku tends to say “Uwaah!” A lot. Uta’s catchphrase is “Yare yare...” (“Good grief...”) Taya’s catchphrase is “Is that sou, desu ne?” (“Sou desu ne” is basically “Is that so?” in Japanese. I combined the two. —Quirky behavior— Lapis carries around a toy wand and pretends to cast spells. Anon is just... chaotic neutral, in the way Luana and Isadore (OCs) are. She does things like eating Lunchables in the bathtub at midnight in the dark to prove that Lunchables float. Why midnight, and why in the dark? Because she doesn’t want dust bunnies to see her boobs. She’s also a very skilled mime. Kanon is wacky, and chaotic good. Like Luana and Isadore (OCs) but in a different way than Anon. She’s the type of person to immediately press a random button she found that says “Do not press.” She likes to annoy people with sound effects from her slide-whistle. She also likes playing dramatic kazoo. She also has clown skills, like juggling, and the ability to ride a unicycle. Teto is like Fuuko (Clannad) Taya is smart and dignified but... very clumsy and naive as well. Uta is badass, but kind of “chaotic dumb” in certain ways. Sometimes she forgets to do her homework while doing her homework. Don’t ask. Taya loves sweets, and his favorite is strawberry shortcake. He is also a good pastry chef... Uta is horrible at cooking! She is so horrible, that she makes things mega-explode! She is so horrible, she needs Taya to cook for her just so she can get by! Gakupo has some pretty sick ninja skills, just saying. Miki sometimes slips into “animated mode,” where she begins to act like a cute shoujo anime protagonist. Miki also sometimes runs with bread in her mouth when she’s late for school. When Ruko was late for school, she ran to school with an entire plate of breakfast in her mouth! Taya gets completely drunk after just a few sips of alcohol... Haku sure can hold her alcohol. She can beat everyone in a drinking contest... Nigaito is endearingly moe. He likes drawing pictures. Miki sometimes lends him cute manga about hamsters, his favorite animal. Ruby likes starfish for some reason. She always assumes every star-shaped item is supposed to be a starfish... Taya’s recorded voice has a tendency to break headphones. Nobody knows exactly why. Ruko is a very big eater. Akari likes stars. Ruby likes starfish. Piko likes stargazing. Yukari likes star celebrities. Nigaito likes the Big Dango Family song. Ruby tries to convince him that starfish are cuter and proposes the Big Starfish Family. Taya and Momo get into a rather heated argument over whether strawberries or peaches are better. Uta asks herself why she’s surrounded by airheads. Uta buys Taya a strawberry Squishmallow for his birthday. In no time, Taya is able to think of a personality and an extensive backstory for his new plush friend... Uta is impressed. Yukari fakes being mysterious and sophisticated to impress IA. It doesn’t work. —Funny Moments brainstorm!— Group chemistry! Misunderstandings... One time Taya tried playing Uta’s violin instead of his usual cello. He played an earsplitting tune and ended up breaking the violin. Not only does it just break, it comically explodes into little pieces! 46 of them to be exact... Taya mistook one of Akaito’s spicy habanero peppers as a new type of strawberry. He ate it, and it was so spicy that he temporarily lost the ability to speak.

“He’s just standing there... menacingly!” -Len, talking to Rin, referring to Kaito “Why did you set me on fire, Uta? Why didn’t you just write your essay?” -Taya ”Qingxian, I used your clarinet to unclog the toilet...” -Taya ”I am the darkness, I am the edge! I got this bruise falling from the ledge! Oh yeah!” -Zatsune “My voice is just naturally bass-boosted, I guess.” -Akaito ”You make the bass drop in my heart! I want to be together, with you.” -Yuuma, to Mizuki, in front of... everyone ”People all look the same to me. They all have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, arms, and legs. But Taya... you’re different. I can tell your soul apart.” -Uta “Take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen.” -Taya. He was practicing lines from a short play he wrote himself. This captures Uta’s heart... “Take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen... Now, shall we go?” -Taya, this time for real. He is reaching his hand out to Uta. He is trying to comfort her after an emotional moment. Both of them are about to cry. This is right before he confesses his love to her at the top of a hill under the stars.

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Random details- Taya is very polite, and selfless. He's always willing to do favors for people. He speaks in polite language. He bows at many occasions (Even in this universe that takes place in the USA, and not Japan.) He is humble as well. These may seem like quirks or obsessions as first, but it stems from his feeling of obligation to do things for people and "not be a burden," because he had friends and teachers who treated him like a burden before. When his anemia caused him to faint or miss classes, everyone treated him as a burden. When he starts hanging out with Uta, she comments on how he feels like a butler and tells him to loosen up, it's okay to be a bit more relaxed, and selfish even. Uta is pretty sarcastic, blunt, and sort of kuudere, so it'll be interesting to see her with the pure Taya Uta just lost her passion to depression, but that's touched on eventually/later She's all like "I hate life" but that's because of depression Taya tries to help out Uta and make her smile but... he ends up upsetting her... When Taya finds out how depressed Uta really is he starts crying for her and saying "I'm sorry..." and Uta is like "Why are you crying? Nothing is your fault..." And Taya apologizes again and says it's a habit that he feels responsible for his friend's sadness. Uta hugs him. "I haven't been able to cry for years, so I'm a bit jealous..." She says. "But... I still don't want you to cry though... I like to see your smile, ok?" Well I think the day Uta finally cries is when something bad happens to her but Taya comes and saves her and then confesses his love for her And then come the waterworks, from both of them! ——— There are magical moments where all 46 characters come together and do or create something. Such as a musical play. Do all 46 characters eventually become a gigantic group of friends? Imagine the 46 of them renting out an entire restaurant... and all taking turns performing karaoke! ——— List the backstories, secrets, sad hidden depth, tragedies, stories... and quirks! The quirks are how we grow to fall in love with these characters before we reveal the sadness. In the novel, it all ends happily... If it ever becomes a game, well... there would be a possible “good end” and possible “bad end”... ... Haku Yowane- Haku’s story is that she’s been lonely and insecure for most her entire life. Neru Akita- Neru’s story is that she has found herself alone and misunderstood for most of her days due to her temper. Miku Hatsune- Miku’s sincere, earnest dreams are crushed and she falls into a deep depression when she is diagnosed with an illness that will progressively damage her vocal chords. Miku never sang for selfish reasons. She sang out of love. She sang to connect others. She now compares herself to a caged bird, or one with broken wings. She wants to write a song about it... but she would rather have her final song be a happy tribute to all those who have helped her. Luka Megurine- Is Luka slowly fading away from this world somehow? Teto Kasane- Is Teto a spirit or something or other? Gumi- Gumi was bullied a lot since she was young, which traumatized her. Now people show her the tiniest bit of dislike, she panics or cries. Meiko Sakine- Meiko’s parents were neglectful, leaving her to have to mature on her own. Lapis Aoki- Is Lapis simply a wish fragment? Merli Aoki- Merli is still traumatized by the tragic death of her parents. Lily- Lily wants to change her image to someone more tame. She originally became a delinquent in middle school due to her parents’ constant fighting. IA- IA’s parents are divorced. It started after her mother had a miscarriage. She would’ve had a little sister named IO. Yukari Yuzuki- Yukari feels very insecure a lot... Uta Utane- Depressed, and doesn’t see much in life. Usually bored and glum. Once a bright girl with lots of dreams. Deep inside, she is passionate and caring, really… Can it be restored? Miku Zatsune- Insecure and hates Miku Hatsune for being more popular than her... Rin Kagamine- Rin has a mysterious connection to Len. Whenever Len is sick, Rin gets sick too. If Len were to die, Rin will suddenly die as well. Len Kagamine- Len has a mysterious connection to Rin. Whenever Rin is sick, Len gets sick too. If Rin were to die, Len will suddenly die as well. Kaito Shion- Kaito is actually an adopted child... not from this world... and doesn’t belong... Akaito Shion- Dell Honne- Dell is usually in a bad mood. He currently lives with a father who barely acknowledges him. He tends to keep it all inside, and he’s really just lonely and needs to find someone to vent to. Gakupo Kamui- Yuuma- Piko Utatane- Piko is a shy and compassionate person, but whenever he opens his mouth, he sounds very strict. He is bad at socializing and making friends, which leaves him quite lonely. On top of that, he is sickly and absent from school often. Piko wishes to make a friend. Mizuki- Nigaito Shion- He is sickly and is usually under the weather... Dex- Daina- Ruby- Taya Soune- Thinks of himself as a burden... Longya Yuezheng- His younger sister Ling nearly got into a tragic accident when they were younger, traumatizing Longya. Ling Yuezheng- She feels lonely that she doesn’t have many friends and is devoting her life to studying. Momo Momone- Is always passing out randomly... SeeU- Has a mysterious illness. Ruko Yokune- Ruko was always insecure about their height, six feet and two inches tall. They always wanted to be petite and feminine, but their body wouldn’t stop growing. Ritsu Namine- Ritsu used to be a bully. He remains to have a tsundere attitude... Deep inside, he has an earnest wish to apologize to everyone he ever hurt. Ruko is one of the few people who understands and knows this about Ritsu. In his childhood, he bullied Gumi for being a “coward.” Now he wants to apologize, but... Miki- Miki is too idealistic. She sees the world through rose-tinted lenses... but what happens when those lenses shatter? Aku Yamine- She wishes to have magic... she hates the state of the world. She hates evil, which is ironic... considering her name is pronounced like the Japanese word for evil. She wishes to cast out the darkness... which is ironic because her last name has the kanji for dark. Because of this, and because she tends to be a nuisance, Aku feels as if she is just a curse. Bruno- Bruno’s mother died when he was young. Clara- Clara was bullied a lot as a child. Iroha Nekomura- Yuu- Wil- Kyo- Akari Kizuna- Cheerful and sweet, and wants to make others smile… even though many heavy thoughts are hiding behind her own smile. Qingxian Mo- Being self-absorbed, Qingxian eventually begins to take advantage of Taya’s generosity and inclination to do favors. She may seem a somewhat spoiled brat, but she is lonely... Anon- Kanon- ——— College dorm antics... ——— Supernatural elements? Does the world have magical properties? How about the characters?

List them here...

All 46 characters mysteriously acquires a crystalline “star fragment” sometime during their journey. There are 46 pieces in total. Each character mysteriously acquires one when they are fulfilled. The fragment is from their heart. At a climax scene where all 46 are present, all the pieces are put together to form a beautiful kaleidoscopic star in 46 colors. This crystalline rainbow star can grant a grand wish, any wish... What will everyone agree will be their wish?

[lovemesomesurveys]

when’s the last time you ate a pickle? It’s been a few years since I’ve actually eaten one, but I like to have one on the side sometimes with my sandwich cause I like to squeeze out the juice and dip my sandwich in it. It’s quite delicious. what’s that you’re listening to? An ASMR video. was the last thing you drank a coke or pepsi product? Nope. how many times is your cartilage pierced in your ears? I only have my earlobes pierced.  what are your pets names? Princess Leia.

do you need to take a smoke break right now? I don’t smoke. have you ever had a pet bird? Nope. honestly, do you think that you’re going to be an overprotective parent? I don’t plan on being a parent at all. what was the last kind of chips you ate? Probably Doritos. It’s been awhile. tell me the birthdates of everyone in your top friends. would you rather have ice cream, freeze pops, or popsicles in the summer? I like freeze pops, or Otter Pops as I call ‘em. It’s been a few years since I’ve had those or any ice cream, though. what kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? We’re not on bad terms or anything, but we’re not friends either. We drifted apart. We do have each other on Facebook and Instagram, though. I’ll “like” some of the things he posts sometimes and he’ll like some of the things I post sometimes, but that’s the extent of it now. have you ever told a stranger that their barn door was open? No. what color are your toenails right now? They’re not.  when was the last time you clipped your nails? I pick/clip at my nails and the skin around them quite often. Like, a few times throughout the day. I don’t know what’s left to pick/clip at, but I do it a lot. :/ does your mouse have a wheel to scroll with? I have a track pad that’s built into the laptop. what is your biggest accomplishment in life? Blah. click on a myspace bulletin and scroll to the main bottom - what’s it say? what is one thing that you really wish you could understand, but don’t? Myself, really. I don’t know why I can’t get it together. Why I put off certain things. Why I don’t take care of myself very well. The list goes on.  what were your grades on the last report card you recieved? I got all As my last semester. what temperature do you like to keep your room at? I don’t know the temp, but I like to keep it cool. I’ve had 3 fans going all summer and even now as well because it’s still warm here. It’s starting to cool down and it feels nice at night and in the morning, but it’s still warm during the day. Still need my fans all day and we’re getting into mid October. Sigh. what’s your favorite department in lowes? I don’t go to Lowes often. Actually, last December was the first time in I don’t even know how long.  what is the brightest object you can see by just looking around the room? My lamp is bright. have you ever been tutored or tutored someone yourself? I’ve been tutored.  would you rather wear necklaces, bracelets, rings, or earrings? Bracelets. pretty, bright, fake jewelry or boring, plain, real jewelry? I used to be really into accessories and I’d wear a lot of stuff from Claire’s and Hot Topic. I liked to matching my accessories with my outfits. It was cute, but inexpensive stuff so I was able to get a lot of it. Of course, real jewelry is beautiful and I like that as well. I have some plain piece and some with stones. I don’t wear jewelry anymore for some reason, though. Well, except for recently when I started wearing beaded bracelets. I don’t know why I stopped. where did you recieve your last receipt from? Walmart. what was the last thing you said outloud (singing doesn’t count)? “It’s warm in here.” is everything you have on actually yours? Yes. when was the last time you wore a band-aid and why? A few weeks ago cause I got a cut on one of my fingers. do you like ketchup or mustard better with your corn dogs? I mix them together. do you ever just randomly drive around when you’re upset about something? I don’t drive. you look at the clock and it’s 4:44 PM, what do you do? Uh, nothing? What’s significant about that time? a trip to california, the bahamas, new york, wisconsin, utah, or canada? I’d love to visit the Bahamas, New York, and Canada.  what would you do if you discovered that you had a 7 year old kid? Well that’s impossible, so. I’m pretty sure I would know if I did, though. moon sand or play doh? Playdoh.  what was the last act of creativity you displayed? I made a few beaded bracelets recently. I don’t think that’s all that creative; though, but *shrug* do you like the way your hair looks right now? Ugh, no. do you ever find yourself just writing/typing out your feelings? That’s exactly what I do in these surveys. if so, does that make you feel better? It’s nice to have a place I can just ramble and vent. who’s house were you at last, besides your own? My aunt’s. any big plans for this summer? Summer is overrrrrrr. :D are you missing school yet? I don’t miss it. play guitar, drums, keytar, xbox, sims, sing, or take a dance class? Play The Sims, ha. what’s your favorite department in wal-mart? Apart from the food, I like looking at the decorations during Halloween and Christmastime. I used to like looking in the makeup department a lot, but I don’t wear makeup much anymore. have/would you ever run track? No. do you honestly believe that someone will waste their time reading this? Some people like reading other people’s survey answers. I do.  do you like your teeth? No. the last male that you texted just confessed his undying love for you do you still speak to him? Uh, that’s my younger brother... are you in a hurry to grow up? I was never in a hurry to grow up. I wasn’t the kid who couldn’t wait to be an adult. Even at 30 I’m still not ready, but time keeps going whether you’re ready or not. who was the last person you were in a vehicle with other than family? I haven’t been in a car with anyone other than my family in years. does piano music tend to calm you down? I don’t use that as a way to calm down, but I suppose it probably would help at least a little. It is nice to listen to. do a 180, then turn back around and tell me what you saw. Nah. do you actually pay attention to the lyrics in a song before you add it? Sometimes, but usually it’s just if I like how it sounds. Then I’ll listen to it closer.  how many people can you think of that you know named christopher? One. how far away are the people you miss most? 3 of them passed away. I don’t know where the other is. what’s something you need to get done soon? I’ve been needing to do a lot of things for a long time. what is the most repulsing smell you can ever recalling catching a whiff of? Public restrooms can smell pretty rank sometimes. :X your best friend tells you they’re moving. believe it or think it’s a joke? Uh, I’d sure hope my mom would be joking if she said that. I’d be like, “So, we’re moving?” who’s pool did you last swim in? It was a friend’s boyfriend’s pool. is your best friend awake right now? Yes. are any of your friends or family members out of town right now? Not anyone in my immediate family. I don’t know where every single person in my extended family is, I have a large family. your grandparents just died in a plane crash, what are you doing? I’d be devastated to say the least. what website did you last visit (and no, myspace doesn’t count on this one) Well that’s good cause it wasn’t Myspace. Haven’t been there in over 10 years. Anyway, apart from this one it was Google.  if i came to your house, could i find any kind of chocolate? There’s brownies. There may be chocolate ice cream bars, too. do your parents allow smoking in your house? Nope.  does everyone in your top friends really deserve to be in that place? what size bed do you have? Full. would you rather frolic through a field of daisies, sunflowers, or daffodils? “Tiptoe through the tulips...” lol. do you remember the last time that you colored a picture and what did you draw? I don’t draw, but I like color. I last colored something earlier this year. last person you left a voicemail for? I don’t like voicemails. what is the last thing you charged? My phone. who was the last person to upload a picture with you in it? My aunt. have you ever held a snake? Nooooooooooo. what did you last use tape for? I don’t remember.  what was your score last time you bowled? I don’t remember. The last time I went bowling was several years ago. do you remember your cubby hole number from kindergarten? No. Actually, I’m not completely sure they even had numbers... I feel like they had our names. Awwww that made me so nostalgic and kinda sad. I miss those days. :( do you like peas? No. is your current status update and mood accurate on what you’re doing? I haven’t posted a status on Facebook in a long time. describe to me the nearest stuffed animal to you. There’s 3 on my bed: a small dog squishmallow, which is a super soft and squishy stuffed animal, a big giraffe squishmallow, and a regular giraffe stuffed animal.  what is the last cd that you listened to in a vehicle? I don’t remember, it’s been years. do you ever wear sleep masks when you sleep or shower caps when you shower? No. I kinda want to get a cooling eye mask, though. what would you like to drink right now? I’m good with my Starbucks Doubleshot. zebrah print, cheetah print, cow print, polka dots, or stripes? Polka dots or stripes. could you tell me exactly what pets everyone in your tops friends have? when is the last time you ate pudding or yogurt? Several years ago, not a big fan of either one. do you like raisins? Yeah. do you tend to drink lemonade often? Nope. It’s been years since I’ve had lemonade.  would you rather go to a beach, and amusement park, or a water park? Beach or Disneyland/World if I got to pick the amusement park.

[poisonedapples]

Roman Gets Help 1/5: Bad Nights

Part One: Virgil

Part Summary: Roman is always trying to make his anxiety more manageable with a bunch of different tactics. But a disorder is a disorder, and some days are worse than others. But at least his best friend Virgil is around to help.

Part of the Service Dog AU!

Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety

Warnings: Past panic attacks, medication, anxiety, Remus making poop jokes because he’s Remus, swearing and food mentions

Word Count: 2,751

Taglist: @hold-our-destiny @pricklyfish777 @romansleftshoulderpad

Notes: Cornybird on Ao3 deserves Many Squishmallows for editing so much of my stuff, including this. So send visual squishmallow vibes to her, she deserves it

Virgil really should have known something was weird when Roman didn’t text back.

The two had made plans during lunch to meet up at Roman’s house so he could help with Virgil’s Spanish homework. Roman was infinitely better with language stuff than Virgil could ever dream to be, and even when the work was done, it was always nice to hang out in his room and get away from his wild parents every once in a while. But since Roman left school early and Virgil had to stay after for band practice, he hadn’t heard or seen Roman in a while.

That in itself wasn’t weird, though. What was weird was that when Virgil texted him that he was on his way, Roman didn’t respond. Not even with an emoji reaction or a simple ‘okay’. But even then, what was even weirder was that Virgil was right outside his door, texting Roman to open it for him, and he still wasn’t responding.

Virgil checked the last three messages he sent to Roman’s phone. All of them were marked as delivered but not read, which was also very concerning. What could Roman be doing that he hadn’t checked his phone in thirty minutes? Virgil got anxious when he didn’t read messages immediately, let alone waiting half an hour.

Virgil sent him one last text before putting his phone away. You there? I’m outside.

No response. Virgil knocked on the door and shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting and shifting on his feet for someone to open the door. After a couple minutes, he started to think Roman had just forgotten.

However, a slight spark of hope rose up in him at the sound of the front door opening. But when Virgil looked up from his shoes to the person at the door, he felt his shoulders sag.

It wasn’t Roman who had opened the door. There was no shy and apologetic smile with Princess right under his feet. Instead, it was his bastard brother in ripped jeans and a green tank top, blowing bubblegum like a bully in a 90s Nickelodeon show.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite emo! What brings you here, Raven Way?” Remus asked, leaning on the door frame with a cocky smile.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “You’ve already used that one.”

“It’s my favorite nickname for you. It’s the perfect brand of insulting. It has spice to it.”

“I’m glad you’re entertained then. Is Roman out somewhere?”

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “No, he’s been up in his room. Last I checked he was as passed out as a corpse.”

“Okay...can I come in then?”

Remus smiled and opened the door for Virgil, taking a bow as he stepped inside. Virgil rolled his eyes again. This guy is so fucking weird. “You know where his room and the shitter is. Just follow the trail of dog hair to his royal highness.”

“You terrify me, Remus.”

“Good! That’s the aesthetic I’m going for. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a bigass thing of chili dip in the fridge that may or may not be expired. We’ll see!” Virgil’s eyes narrowed as Remus skipped back to the kitchen and right to the fridge, but he really didn’t want to be around for that mess. Instead, Virgil went upstairs and turned left to Roman’s room, the colorful Disney decorations covering his door. Virgil knocked twice, but when met with no answer, he came inside anyway.

The first thing Virgil noticed was the lights. The windows and blinds were shut tight so no sunlight could get through while Roman’s fairy lights around his room were turned on. The soft twinkling gave the room a feeling of calmness, but the sight on the bed was more concerning than tranquil. Princess was sat down on top of the bed comforter with two arms wrapped around her, Roman blending in with the sheets he was under as he shoved his face in his dog’s fur. At least she didn’t seem to mind.

Roman looked up at the sound of the door opening. Virgil felt his heart sink when he saw the tear streaks down his face and his messed up hair, but Roman tried his best to respond to Virgil anyway. “Hey…”

Virgil took off his shoes and threw his backpack onto the floor next to the door. “Hey, dude. You look like shit.”

Roman made a strange huff sound, probably meant to be a laugh. “Thanks.”

He buried his face back into Princess’ fur, and Virgil felt that pang of worry grow stronger. He moved to the other side of the bed, sitting alongside Roman and his pile of blankets and pillows. “You okay?”

Roman shrugged. “I’m doing better.”

“What happened?”

“Panic attack.”

Virgil sucked the air through his teeth as a way to say yikes. “Seems like it was a pretty bad one.”

Princess rolled over onto Roman’s chest, and Roman cuddled even closer than what Virgil thought was possible. He looked so small when he did that. “Worse than usual.”

“Do you know what caused it?”

“No. Sometimes it just happens.” Roman kissed the top of Princess’ head. “Anxiety just...does that.”

“Yeah, I get it. Trust me, out of everyone you know, I’d probably be the one to understand it the most.”

“...Yeah.”

An awkward silence fell between the two of them. Virgil didn’t actually know what to do when Roman was like this. He’s stopped him from having panic attacks in the past, but he’d never seen him look this bad. Roman was curled in on himself under the covers, gripping onto Princess for dear life in an attempt to soothe himself. His pile of stuffed animals usually spread around the bed were now in a giant pile around his body, and his weighted blanket poked out from under the comforter too. It looked like he was trying his hardest to get comfortable, and Virgil didn’t know what else he could do. A distraction? A nap?

Well, only one way to find out.

Virgil took a deep breath in. “...Is there any way I can help?”

Roman shrugged again. “Not that I know.”

“Did you take a nap? That usually helps me the most.”

“I just woke up. My meds knocked me out.”

“Your meds?”

Roman took a pill bottle from his nightstand and showed it to Virgil. He read the confusing label that all medicine bottles have, but the name of the pills was long and unfamiliar in Virgil’s mind. Roman placed them back once Virgil got a good look and curled in on himself more. “Panic attack meds. They help you calm down really quick when you’re having an attack. They always put me to sleep after. Remus likes to call them my tranquilizer dart.”

Virgil snorted. “I mean...accurate name. I’ve just never seen you with those before.”

“I only take them on bad days. My therapist warned me about how I shouldn’t take them after every panic attack, because then I’ll never learn how to deal with them on my own, and I might get addicted. Which I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, I know about the addiction thing. I used to be on anti-anxiety until last year.”

Roman tilted his head up to look at Virgil for the first time. “Really?”

“Yup. I got eased off them after a while, though. Now I just take an antidepressant, which honestly isn’t much. I think everyone in our friend group is on some kind of meds.”

“...Patton?” Roman asked.

“Patton’s one depressed mother fucker. I say that out of love, but yes, he’s also on antidepressants.”

“And Logan?”

“...Dude. Epilepsy.”

Roman let out a silent oh. “...I forgot you take meds for that.”

“Our brains are fucked up and we accept this.”

Roman flashed a small smile but didn’t respond. After that, the two had fell silent as Virgil awkwardly patted a beat on his leg to put his nervous fidgeting to use.

What do you do for someone getting out of a panic attack? It was obvious Roman wasn’t in a talking mood, but it was killing him inside to just...sit there while he looked so helpless. But he’d never had to deal with this with a friend before. The worst he’d dealt with were Patton’s bad depression days, and those had nothing on how horrible Roman looked right now. And if he already took a nap...what else were you supposed to do after a panic attack?

Virgil thought back to his own experiences. Of course, Virgil’s anxiety was nothing compared to Roman’s, but it was better than nothing. And comfort worked no matter how bad you felt, even if it was only a little.

He thought back to his own parents. How his mom would hold him and let him cry into his shoulder if he needed to, but that was too awkward for him to do with Roman. His dad would let him curl up and watch him play games on the console, which could maybe work…

...Then Virgil remembered another thing his mom did once after one of his worst panic attacks. It might be a bit embarrassing because of intimacy, but it would help Roman feel better. And that’s all that matters.

“I’m gonna go get some stuff, okay?” Virgil said, “You stay right here.”

Roman hummed. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, but okay.”

With that, Virgil hopped out of Roman’s bed and left the bedroom.

First, he needed a water bottle. Roman probably had some water when he took his meds, but it likely wasn’t enough to stop a headache after all the crying. Virgil went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. While he was there, he looked through the rest of the fridge and noticed that there was no container of chili dip in there anymore. Gross.

Expired chili dip aside, he would need a face rag as well. Virgil went through a hallway on the first floor to the older bathroom downstairs, looking through the drawers for a decent cloth. A small one was hidden in the back of the drawer with some bottles of face wash and lotion, so Virgil grabbed that and took a mental note to put it back later. He stood in front of the faucet and stared at it for a while.

Was cold or hot water better for getting tears off someone’s face? Warm water seemed like it’d be more comfortable, but cold water could also be more refreshing. He thought about the possibilities for a while and settled on warm based on his own preferences, turning the hot and cold handles to where the water was only slightly warm, wetting a side of the cloth then turning the faucet off.

Before he left the bathroom, Virgil grabbed a couple squares of toilet paper and then headed out the door. He was back in Roman’s room not even five minutes later, setting his stuff on the nightstand for a second as he grabbed his DS from his bag and turned it on. Roman glanced up from the bed with a confused look, but didn’t say anything. Virgil came back next to the bed and motioned for Roman to move to the middle. Reluctantly, and with some shifting of Princess still at his side, Roman did so.

Virgil sat in Roman’s old spot and grabbed the wad of toilet paper. “Here, sit up and blow your nose. The last thing you need right now is more breathing problems.”

Roman grunted as she shimmied out from under his weighted blanket to sit up against the headboard of his bed. He took the toilet paper from Virgil and blew. “...Thanks.”

“No problem. Now just stick with me for this next part, because I’m not good with touchy-touchy shit, so this’ll be a little awkward.”

Roman gave Virgil a confused look, but he didn’t say anything. He grabbed the damp cloth and silently tilted Roman’s head to face him. Virgil tentatively lifted the cloth to his face and wiped the tears from under his eyes, the gesture mixed with the warm water making Roman hum in content. Virgil didn’t acknowledge what was happening, he just wiped off his friend’s face, flipping to the dry part of the cloth to dry him off after.

“There. That should help you feel less gross, anyway.”

“Thanks...it helped.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” Virgil set the cloth to the side and handed Roman the water bottle. “And drink this, it’ll help with that nasty headache you probably have.”

Roman twisted the cap open and chugged the bottle, finishing half of it in record speed before putting it down again. Virgil could tell by how fast he chugged it that his head was probably throbbing.

“Feeling a little better now?” Roman nodded. “Wanna watch me play Harvest Moon until you probably pass out again?”

He nodded again, Virgil scooting closer to him so Roman could place his head on his shoulder as he watched. His hand combed through Princess’ fur as Princess trapped the other under her paw to lick. Most people would think it was gross, but considering licking was one of her grounding techniques, he was desensitized to it by now. “Which one do you have?”

“A New Beginning. I’ll show you all my cows because they’re bomb as fuck. My first cow is named Oven and I have a baby one named Chaos.”

Roman laughed as Virgil started up the game. “Awesome. You play it often?”

“Eh, sometimes. It’s not my favorite game, but I carry it with me because it’s good for calming anxiety down. All I gotta do is feed my animals and mine and shit. Nothing else matters, you know?”

Roman nodded as best he could from Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil loaded up his save file and started to show Roman around his farm, mostly skipping the crops and going straight to the pets and farm animals with the most ridiculous names Virgil could get away with using only six letters. Virgil chatted away about his game and read all the speech bubbles out loud, showing off his wife who he swears he married platonically since his character was obviously gay and talking about his rivalry with the hair stylist. Roman wasn’t responding much, just a few hums and little laughs here and there, but Virgil didn’t mind. So long as his friend was feeling better, that was all that mattered.

A while later, Virgil was baking desserts for a contest being held in town when he spoke up again. “I’m shit at cooking good stuff in this game, but I can make some neat pancakes, apparently. I’m gonna make this contest my bitch.”

There was no response. That wasn’t very strange in itself, but usually when Virgil sweared, Roman at least made a small huff of a laugh from his shoulder. But this time, he was completely quiet. Virgil looked over at his shoulder when he almost awwww’ed out loud.

Roman had fallen back asleep, his mouth open slightly with his arms cuddling Princess extra close as she seemed to relax alongside him. He was adorable, and in a moment of softness that Virgil would deny to the end of his days, he helped Roman to lay back in bed and brushed the hair out of his face. Roman still clung slightly to him even as he slept, so Virgil accepted his fate and moved to curl up alongside him, continuing his game with a smile on his face.

“Your sleep schedule is gonna be absolutely fucked, dude.” Virgil said. There was no response, obviously, and Virgil didn’t talk to his sleeping friend after that. He just took a mental note to tell his parents he was staying the night before it got too late and kept caring for his farm.

Maybe later he’d wake Roman up and get him some dinner, letting him recharge and take a shower before they actually had to go to bed. He’d be too awake to actually sleep at first, but the company of his friend and the comfort of his dog would keep him calm through that, even when Roman hated being awake past eleven. Patton may even find out and tease Virgil about having a heart after all, which Virgil would deny until the end of his days. But his edgy reputation wasn’t what mattered right now.

Instead, Virgil smiled and cuddled closer as Roman slept peacefully.