#nothing cozy about it

[naffeclipse]

[cozylittleartblog]

is this the tragic clown the sims warned me about

[teenytraveler]

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In which Loid finally gets his well deserved sleep 🥹

(...casual meg rambles in the tags like the madman that i am :”D)

[putridcrow]

knitted presents!!

[happyheidi]

(via)

[maskedchip]

i wanna share this too bc i am impatient!!! GRAAAHH

[mochaquokka]

Habit

Slow dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night during a heavy storm might not be the cure to insomnia, but it comes close.

— bang chan x gn reader | 692 words | fluff

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The water's boiling.

The roaring bubbles in the small pot blend with the heavy pattering of the storm against the kitchen window.

The water's boiling, but you can't bring yourself to grab the packet of ramen.

Intermittent flashes of lightning brighten up the dim apartment, otherwise lit by the warm glow of a couple nightlights so it's easier to walk.

The pounding thunder that follows barely makes you jump, but you can't help but look back at your living room in wonder.

The water's boiling, the ramen is still in the packet, and he's still sleeping.

He really must've been exhausted.

Seven hours ago, Chan had called you on his way home from another late night working at the new studio. This being his fourth night without sleep, driving home in the storm amidst his exhaustion made him nervous, so he called to have you on the line with him.

This guy planned to drive the entire thirty minutes without being able to see the road in front of him, whether that was due to the storm or because he couldn't keep his eyes open.

So as any good friend would do, you offered your place since you lived closer.

He objected at first, insisting he was fine enough to make it back, right when his wheel brushed a bit too close against a median, to which he quickly redirected his course to your place.

As soon as he stepped inside, he collapsed onto your couch without a word.

The water's still boiling, the ramen is still in the packet, and you're still awake, standing idly in your kitchen.

A well-known dilemma between the two of you, Chan and you both suffer from insomnia. Unlike him, however, you don’t have four consecutive days of zero sleep to aid you tonight. And that leaves you here—awake in your kitchen, staring at the rolling bubbles, wishing it could lull you.

The water’s boiling. Are you even hungry?

A soft touch at your side causes you to jump, but you quickly melt into the presence of Chan pulling you into his embrace from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder to get a view of what you’re up to.

He speaks as he takes in a slow draw of air to yawn. “Ramen?” His voice is groggy, clearly still in need of more rest. “At four in the morning?”

You hum to confirm, feeling his warmth transfer to your own body and instantly bring comfort. “Can’t sleep.”

He hums, a mimic of yours, and tugs you in a bit tighter, holding you while he lets his weight rest on your shoulders. Cocooned like this, you could almost feel yourself getting sleepy. A hopeful 'almost'.

You both watch on in silence as the water continues to boil, and the storm continues to patter, before Chan decides to break the trance.

He shifts a bit, digging in his pocket, and ends up placing his phone on the counter. Delicate touches follow to guide you to face him, his arms never losing their perch around your waist, pulling you close.

Confusion leads way to understanding when his phone softly starts to play music against the thrum of the storm. You recognize the song Habit by Seventeen.

Chan then leans in to nudge his cheek to yours and whispers in your ear, "Dance with me."

His body begins to sway you both gently and you smile, easily falling into rhythm with him and bringing your hands to rest on his shoulders.

He sighs deeply as the song plays, and it’s laden with sleepy content. And when you rest your head into the crook of his neck, he rests his against yours and soothes a hand along your back.

The two of you continue to slow dance like this in the middle of the kitchen, with the water still boiling, the ramen still in the packet, and the storm accompanying you.

And when the song comes to a close, you're reluctant to separate from him, but as the intro of the song starts over, you look to him.

“It’s on loop.” He grins, beginning to sway you both once more.

[elysianymph]

thinking about remus being a dadda's boy when he was little but as he grew up he realized how lyall was drifting away bc of the guilt he felt whenever he looked at remus so remus became a mamma's boy in his teenage years

[cozyships]

The thing is I'm just. Not immune at all to dangerous haunting men who are unstoppable in their pursuits

[jula483]

heads up! the video tomorrow comes out later than usual!

[treeprince]

first day of a new year and i am not leaving this bed til 12 noon

[maiteo]

genuinely sick behavior lmaooo

[abirddogmoment]

It's about to be real Maverick hours for like three days straight 👀

[oh-men-of-dark-and-dismal-fate]

I sat down and read Howl's moving castle a few days ago, and now I have an aching brain rot for these characters and need to read the next two books to fill the void in my heart.

[cozymochi]

i think working my way back up to comfort levels in posting somewhat consistently via shitpost is the way to go for now 😩 so long as im going “lol” at it

[heartsofminds]

being 21 is one of the most humbling ages ever like it’s always SOMETHING! literally always fucking SOMETHING!!! 🤩🤭