go cuddle

ninji-nibbles  asked:

im sorry to bother but can you just write something about the uf/ut sans and sf papyrus cuddling me and telling me that everything is going to be okay? I really need something to help I'm sorry

(*No need for apologies!  I’m sorry that you’re feeling down, and I really hope this does help.)


UT!Sans:

“hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?”

Sans is quick to wrap an arm around you, drawing you against his chest, his back resting against the couch cushions.  He tucks your head beneath his chin, his phalanges threading through your hair, lightly massaging the nape of your neck.  He’s patient–he’s always been patient–so he doesn’t need an answer right away.  

While he waits, he draws you closer, close enough to feel your heart beating in your chest against his ribs.  His body is always thrumming with magic, feeling vibrant despite being unyielding bone, and suddenly, your chest feels a little lighter.  

His magic has gripped your SOUL, just barely touching it–yet trying to alleviate the heaviness you’re feeling.  The touch doesn’t last long, but it’s soothing, and if you close your eyes, you can imagine you’re floating with Sans as your anchor to the world.  "it’s going to be ok, kid.  i promise.“  He chuckles lightly, his fingers rubbing little circles along your back.  "and you know how i feel about promises.”

UF!Sans:

When it comes to Red, the moment he sees what kind of day you’re having, he acts.  

One moment, you’re standing in the living room, trying to hold it together while he’s on the couch… and then, he blinks in front of you, his arms around you.  You lose your balance and start to topple backwards, but instead of your back hitting the floor… it hits his mattress.  He rolls to the side, dragging you against his chest, his large, fluffy jacket halfway engulfing you with the motion.  

His mouth is at your ear, his breath warm as it fans along your neck.  "sweetheart, don’t cry.  i can’t take your tears.“

It’s a genuine admission, one that’s murmured raw and lacking the usual growl.  His arms tighten around you.  "i’m gonna take care of it, ok?  just tell me what’s wrong.”  He doesn’t really expect you to–he’s used to keeping secrets buried beneath secrets himself–but if it’s something he can help with, he’s more than willing.  

He presses skeleton kisses against your cheek and forehead, before he changes position to hold you halfway across his chest, your cheek against his sternum.  "it’s gonna be ok, sweetheart,“ he assures as he pulls the covers over both of you, content to stay in his bedroom and lie in bed until you feel better.  "i’ll make sure of it.”

SF!Papyrus:

Papyrus spoons you in bed, one leg thrown over yours and his arms tight around you, your back pressed against his chest.  It’s better this way, where he can’t see your face–and you can’t see his.  That usual lazy smirk is gone, pulled into a grim line; he hates seeing you feel so stressed and so down.  "darlin’, it’s gonna be ok,“ he mumbles into your hair, nuzzling his nasal ridge against the top of your head.  "everything’s gonna be ok.”  

Words can be empty; no one realizes that more than him.  But these are words that he always wanted–no, needed–to hear.  Words that he’s begun to believe, ever since you showed up in his life.  

“just stay with me, right here,” he says, tightening his grip.  His phalanges find your hands and lace with your fingers, and he brings one of your hands up past your shoulder so he can press his teeth to the back.  "as long as you’re with me, everything’s ok.“

He ends up rocking you gently, his body curled protectively around yours.  He doesn’t let go for the rest of the night, not even when Sans bangs on the locked door and threatens to kick it down.  

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Thank you @yoslina-the-scifell-sinner for requesting!! 

I’m sorry!! I really need to practice my Hunk and Lance :o 

I only do Keith and Lance now so I forget how to write for anyone else !

[Hunk requests are very much encouraged!! I love my boi!! But I also want to produce klance material and i only have energy for so much]


[Edit: I realized that I should put this here]

Keith heard Lance have a nightmare, but since their rooms are so close now (have you seen that theory that Keith moved his room closer to Lance’s?? it’s v good) he decides to try to do something about it. Lance has dealt with this kinda stuff before… Hunk is ready to cuddle anyone at all times, everyone was immediately wrapped into his big arms of love. Pidge is a social insomniac. Shiro is missing. :o [Now wonder what Lance’s nightmare was about~ hehe]

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The CW: Lena and Kara are getting too gay we need you to do something about this

SG Writers: We could have Lena kiss a guy…

The CW: Okay, yes, this could work

SG Writers: And Well, just have Kara comforting Lena a little…

The CW: I think, you may have missed the point of this exercise…

A request for @xiulric who is very sweet and asked for comfort cuddles. Also I apologize for not being able to hold a conversation I’m a mess of anxiety oxo

I’ve been working on requests in between other stuff I’ve been putting together and i’m not too sure how this turned out to be honest, but it’s 2 in the morning and I have work at 11.

You aren’t here and I need you. I really need you to come and just hold me and not ask me what’s wrong because it doesn’t even matter. I just want you to hold me and keep me warm and safe. I just want you to be here.

journey’s end (of a sort)

fullmetal alchemist au.


The door to Neil’s room slams open, and he can’t even say that he’s surprised to see Andrew behind it. His grip tightens around the railing Hernandez had mounted along the wall, and Neil turns so his back is against it and he’s facing Andrew. He feels himself being observed carefully as Andrew shuts the door behind himself without looking.

Millport automail? This is where you’ve been hiding?” Unlike before, Andrew’s face doesn’t match the bite behind his words. His expression is blank, and Neil wonders if he’s imagining the steel in his eyes.

“I haven’t been hiding,” Neil points out. “Everyone on the team knows I’ve been here.”

Everyone except you, he meant. He hadn’t wanted to distract Andrew from his own recovery.

Maybe a month ago that would have provoked a reaction from Andrew, be it an uncontrollably manic smile or an ugly flash of rage. Instead, Andrew just stares at him flatly. “Do they know you’ve been trying to walk? They must not, because otherwise this room would be full of idiots trying to teach you what ‘recovery’ means.”

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anonymous asked:

Your fanarts are adorable!! Can I ask for ontae romantic movie date with ot3 jealous at their back? xD

Here you go:

jongkeyho are expressing their jealousy (but of who) in their own ways

anonymous asked:

Imagine Person A and Person B are cuddling on the couch. Person C sees them and says "Aww, you two make a really cute couple." Person A opens their eyes and looks up: "We're not a couple! ...Are we, Person B?" Person B: "That depends. Do you want to be?"

(Thanks for the prompt!)