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[appleoctopie]

One of the things you love about Leon is how he is always touching you; a hand on the small of your back, an arm around your shoulders, soft kisses pressed to your forehead. When you sit next to him his nose brushes your neck, his hair tickling the skin under your jaw. At night you fall asleep with your ear over his heart, the steady rhythm your favorite lullaby, and the warm weight of his arms feeling like safety.

You realize they’re subconscious touches, often done when his attention is on something else. Tonight is no different, his gaze on the TV as his fingers tease your hair. Every so often you feel the scratch of nails across your scalp, or a soft squeeze at the back of your neck. You know he’s fully immersed in the movie, the chest beneath your hand is tight, his eyes lit by the lights of the screen. You don’t even remember what it is, you didn’t care what he chose, as long as it was something he wanted to watch.

You just wanted the cuddles.

You’re snug and warm against his chest now, legs curled up under you. His arm is a heavy warmth around your shoulders as his hand continues its ministrations to your hair. You let your eyes drift closed and match your breathing to his, slow and steady. You don’t fall asleep, although you know you’re close, floating in the in between space where the world is fuzzy, every touch of Leon’s fingers sending little electric shocks through your nerves.

If you were a cat you’d be purring, instead you hum low in your throat when you feel the gentle touch under your jaw. You lift your head without opening your eyes, smiling at the brush of lips over your own.

“You’re falling asleep.” You can hear the amusement in his voice, your eyes fluttering open in a glare that has no heat. His mouth quirks with his smile and you can’t help but steal it with a kiss. When he laughs you swallow the sound, and return it with a happy sigh of your own.

“I’m fine.” As if to prove you wrong, a yawn crawls out of your throat

“Sure you are.” Leon’s muscles shift under your hand and you only have a moment to prepare before he’s rising to his feet and bringing you with him. Between one breath and the next you’re in the air, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct as one of his arms slides under your hips for support, the other curling around your waist.

You frown at the self-satisfied smirk that curls his lips.

“Show off,” you mutter, earning another laugh.

“What’s the point of these muscles if I can’t use them to carry my beautiful wife around?” Even after all these years the word still causes a flutter in your chest and you drop your face into his neck to hide the warmth in your cheeks.

His body sways as he walks and you can’t help but marvel at the ease with which he carries you. You love that he can, that it’s so easy for him to sweep you into his arms. Never once have you been afraid of falling, of his grip slipping or his strength failing. His arms are a comfort, the knowledge that he will never let you go making them a safe space, and once again you find yourself being lulled into the fuzzy warmth of the space between. You think this feeling must be love, all consuming as it is.

You refuse to let go when he lowers you to the bed, his knees dimpling the mattress beside your hips.

“Don’t go,” you murmur, mouth brushing his neck with the words, smiling when he tugs your face away to press another kiss against your lips.

“At least let me change.”

You sigh but fall against the mattress, arms splaying open at your sides. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he climbs off you, already tugging his shirt over his head.

“This is why I get changed before movie time,” you say, but you aren’t complaining about the free show. Any time you get to ogle Leon is a good time in your book, and ogle him you do. “You could do the same.”

“You know I don’t wear pajamas.” You do know that, and you watch with shameless abandon as he pulls his jeans down, giving you an uninterrupted view of his entire backside. You let yourself drink it all in and reach out to him when he finally turns to face you.

“I for one wouldn’t be bothered at all if you decided to forgo clothes altogether,” you say, pulling him back down beside you. He laughs and kisses you softly, hands sliding under your pajamas, which are nothing more than one of his shirts.

“Only if you join me in nudity.”

You hum, laughing against his mouth as he kisses you again. “I’ll think about it.”

You settle down, Leon’s arms wrapping around you as you stretch across his chest. One hand dances over your spine as the other returns to your head, fingers scratching at your scalp. This time when that fuzzy warm love slides through you, you let it consume you and spill out into the air between you.

“I love you.”

[appleoctopie]

during the day it's almost like he's still here. he calls often and texts frequently, if parker misses him she knows she can just pick up her phone and he will be there.

but he won't be here.

eliot is here, and he tries to help parker fill the empty spaces, but he has his own spaces he fills and she doesn't want him to be hardison. she wants him to be eliot.

during the day they're with sophie and breanna and harry, and together they're a crew. not the crew, but they're close. when they're together, parker feels settled. she's not whole, but the emptiness is just a little less empty.

something is missing, but something else is found.

it's at night, when it's the hardest. when the bed is suddenly too big, when the table is suddenly too empty, when the house is suddenly too quiet.

eliot's arms come around parker then, a lock she doesn't break. he holds her and she feels his breath against her neck, listens to the quiet rumble of his voice as he talks. it fills the silence, but it can't replace what's gone.

nothing can.

she knows he'll come back. that one day the missing piece will slot back into place. until then she waits.

for him, she'll always wait.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

subtle acts of love

giving them food without them asking for it

randomly bringing them flowers

holding a door open for them

pulling out their chair for them

guiding them with a gentle hand on the small of their back

making them lunch to take to work with them

fixing their clothes or hair

giving them a massage

talking casually about a shared future

showing them their appreciation for them

waiting at home to say hello when they come in

paying complete attention to them

giving them a casual, but thoughtful compliment

writing them a love letter and hiding it for them to find

showing them something that reminded them of their partner

humming a song to calm them down

giving them a quick kiss whenever they pass each other at home

casual grabbing their hand and swinging it back and forth

remembering something they told them

[appleoctopie]

forever is in your eyes

buddie | T | 3k

"dad, c’mon." eddie just arches a brow. "you don't have to hide that you and buck are dating anymore."

eddie nearly chokes on his next breath. "what?" he blinks, stares at chris, and does a pretty good impression of a dying fish as he tries to figure out what to say to that. "we're not dating."

"dad," christopher says, disbelief coloring his tone. "i'm not blind."

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or the one where eddie needed his son to help him realize he's dating his best friend (it's okay because buck didn't realize it either)

read on ao3

[sleepy-skittles]

50 A Softer World Prompts

Send an ask with a number + a ship.

Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees. (Today is the most exciting day of our lives.)

At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better.  At my best, I worry you won’t. (I’ve never been better.)

If loud, weird public sex is wrong, then being wrong is wicked hot. (right and wrong are just guidelines to hotter sex)

i don’t know what the fuck true love even is but i do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life. (let’s hang out - TO THE DEATH)

my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (Live every day like the ice cream store is closing.)

I have loved since you.  But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath. (My heart is layers of scar.)

I know your weakness.  It’s kisses.  You are doomed. (Don’t worry.  We’re all doomed eventually.)

Ah, unrequited love.  When your best isn’t enough. (Participation medals of the heart.)

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP NOT SURE HOW TO STOP (WHY STOP)

When you touch me, my mind is gone.  The only words I know are lost inside your body. (right in there.)

hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out.  i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out.  i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)

It’s a full moon.  I bought some rope and handcuffs to bring to bed tonight. (beware the moon.)

You aren’t really a good person, but god damn, you make bad look awesome. (no one could steer me right, but mama tried.)

I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be. (Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.)

No no, we aren’t breaking up!  You didn’t let me finish.  I’m gay for YOU. (And I’m queer for math!)

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You can do whatever you want to me. (please do.)

I do not believe in love at first sight.  But god damn. (Look at you.)

I don’t know how to make things right.  So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. (you know that I’m no good)

When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)

If something seems too good to be true, quick!  put it in your mouth! (before anything can go wrong!)

To thine own self be wicked sexy. (And then send pics.)

Today’s a perfect day for naked cuddling.  I don’t even care what day it is.  Every day is perfect. (I’m gonna spend it with you.)

We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)

I joined Plenty of Fish to find out who stole my bike.  A fun first date would be going to your house to see if you have my bike. (What a lovely home.  Do you have a shed?)

This town isn’t big enough for the both of us.  Let’s run away together! (Let’s join a street gang!  Is NASA recruiting?)

I love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human)

Our love is like.  Our love is only like. (I like you.  I don’t LIKE like you.)

I miss doing nothing with you. (I miss not having to pretend to like your family.)

I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away. (it gives me sexual arousal.)

In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house and in that dark, dark house I think we should get drunk and fool around. (I want dirt under my fingernails.)

I love the way your face lights up when someone says, “It might be dangerous.” (I am glad we are friends.)

I think you are beautiful and I would like to kiss you.  I can think up some clever lines, if you’d prefer.  But I wanted to say that, first. (None of those lines seemed to be about you or me.)

I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree.  So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.)

When you’re around I don’t know how to hide my feelings.  I count in binary, in my head.  zero one one zero one one and you count clouds. (while you count clouds)

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say.  Come home. (You can’t start a fire without a spark.)

I love you but I don’t love you enough to give up falling in love. (anyway, happy anniversary!)

on the paper, she had written “you” and she told me “that’s a list of the people who are standing too close.” (I ain’t your pal.)

You are the love of my life so far. (Tomorrow’s just a day away.)

There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise.  Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do. (I love you)

I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock. (quiet kisses are so hardcore)

I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (That’s the way it crumbles.  Cookie-wise.)

I would love you more if you were someone who could love me. (buy your love by playing make believe.)

Fun things to yell during sex: Anything. (he is risen.)

I am writing a book of love poetry for you.  For example: “The only reason you could possibly need your music that loud is if you were planning to listen from my apartment.  You downstairs motherfuckers.” (Every day I hope to see a moving truck pull in.  Or an ambulance.)

when I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kinda horny. (I miss you)

We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster.  But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building.  I’d rather die terrified than live forever. (mistakes aren’t always regrets)

If they invented a way to actually have sex over the internet you and I could use that glorious technology for internet hugs. (You know, when I wasn’t using it for sex.)

Life would be way easier if I were easier. (Fact.)

I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people the way love should. (We will make everything wrong in the right way.)

I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now. (And you will always be someone who was beautiful, once.)

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Friends Prompt Challenge

Choose a friendship/friendgroup and a prompt and create something with it. You can write, you can draw - be creative!

Nicknames

Hyping each other up

Long phone calls

Inside jokes

Getting ready for a party

Setting each other up

Friendship bracelets

Spilling secrets

Movie night

Adventures

Text chain

Beach days

Life coach

Sleepover

Road trip

Photo album

Clubbing

Gossiping

Having each other's back

Shopping mall

Laughs

Comfort

Intervention

Spa day

Game night

Dance party

Support

Water park

Group text

Camping trip

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Intimate Moments

hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other's shoulder

breathing in the other's smell

whispering to each other

cuddling on the couch

walking hand in hand

playing with the other's hair

softly smiling at each other from across the room

telling each other how proud they are of them

leaning into the other person

feeling for the other's hand

pressing a kiss onto the other's hair

humming a melody together

playing with the other's fingers

holding each other's gaze

absentmindedly massaging each other

resting their hand on the other's thigh, slowly stroking it

handing the other one a hot cup of tea, their hands touching for a moment

moving closer in bed

reassuring touches

telling each other I'm here

cuddling in the first morning light

hiding their face in the other's neck

telling each other how much they love them

eating from each other's plates

brushing against each other, even if there is enough room

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Touches Ask Game

Prompts for writing human connection, intimacy, belonging.

Hand-holding

The purest form of human connection.

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

Hugs

A warm embrace.

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

group hugs

hugging with head on shoulder

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs

hugging while slow dancing

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

cuddle pile

Kisses

Showing affections.

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

kisses on head

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks

small kisses

kissing it better

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

kissing away tears

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

sleepy kisses

angry kisses

feather-light kisses

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

Touching

Feeling another human’s touch.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Hand-holding|Hugs|Kisses|Touching

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[appleoctopie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chǔ Shùzhī/Guō Chángchéng Characters: Chǔ Shùzhī, Guō Chángchéng Additional Tags: Episdoe 20 Spoilers, Fluff and Angst, Short One Shot, Kissing, First Kiss, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 2 of chuguo kisses Summary:

His eyes open and he looks at Shuzhi and the relief that crashes through him nearly drowns him. Changcheng looks at him and takes a breath and he is alive and Shuzhi is alive and they are -

He kisses Changcheng then.

[appleoctopie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chǔ Shùzhī/Guō Chángchéng Characters: Chǔ Shùzhī, Guō Chángchéng Additional Tags: wake up kiss, good morning kiss, soft, Fluff, Short & Sweet, Kissing, Established Relationship Series: Part 1 of chuguo kisses Summary:

Guo Changcheng wakes up first for once.

[khirsahle]

Send me a number and a pairing, and I’ll do a short (100-300 words max) description.

1. “Good morning” kiss 2. Kiss on the forehead 3. Drunk/sloppy kiss 4. Awkward kiss 5. Angry kiss 6. “I’m sorry” kiss 7. “I’ve missed you” kiss 8. Seductive kiss 9. “War’s End” kiss 10. “Goodbye” kiss 11. “I almost lost you” kiss 12. Kiss on the nose 13. Kiss on the ear 14. Kiss on the neck 15. Kiss on the back 16. French kiss 17. Shy kiss 18. Surprised kiss 19. Sad kiss 20. Exhausted parents kiss 21. Jealous kiss 22. Giggly kiss 23. Last kiss 24. Returned from the dead kiss 25. “We can never be together” kiss

[appleoctopie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Jǐngyí/Ōuyáng Zǐzhēn Characters: Lán Jǐngyí, Ōuyáng Zǐzhēn Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Aged-Up Character(s), Established Relationship, Kissing, Semi-public kissing, Fluff, Short & Sweet, literally just two bros making out Series: Part 3 of kiss kiss fall in love Summary:

Zizhen paused and Jingyi realized he’d let himself get dragged to one of the secret corners of the manor. It was Zizhen’s favorite spot, where he went when he needed to get away from the pressures of being a soon-to-be sect leader. It was also where he liked to push Jingyi against the wall and kiss him senseless.

Jingyi hummed when the lips pressed against his. It had been too long since the last time they’d gotten any time to themselves - they’d managed to sneak away at the last discussion conference, but that had been almost two months prior- and there was a desperation to their hands as their fingers tangled in robes and slid through hair. 

~

or the one where jingyi and zizhen are in love and like to kiss each other

[appleoctopie]

freckles | a sangcheng drabble

Ao3

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Something was tickling Jiang Cheng’s nose. 

Something was tickling his nose and it woke him up. 

He frowned, wrinkling his nose as he slowly blinked his eyes open, not at all surprised to see Nie Huaisang hovering over him. His boyfriend smiled down at him, one hand pressed into the bed next to his head, the other just barely touching his face.

“Good morning, A-Cheng.”

“What are you doing?” His voice was low and rough, almost a growl, sleep still valiantly trying to cling to him. 

“Counting your freckles.”

Jiang Cheng blinked and opened his mouth, but all that came out was a quiet sigh when the brush of fingers returned. Nie Huaisang kept his touch so light it was barely there, yet Jiang Cheng still felt the spark of electricity against his skin. 

“Why?”

Nie Huaisang hummed, the tip of his index finger tracing a line from Jiang Cheng’s nose to the corner of his eye. The touch was soft and Jiang Cheng’s eyes fluttered shut when the finger brushed over his brow. 

“Because I want to kiss every single one, and I need to know how many there are so I don’t miss any.”

Jiang Cheng breathed a laugh, tilting his head when he felt the warm puff of air against his cheek. He kept his eyes closed as Nie Huaisang peppered kisses across his cheeks and over his eyes, fluttered them open when he felt the lips press against the tip of his nose before dropping lower. Nie Huaisang hovered over him, hair falling around his shoulders in a curtain, hazel eyes glowing golden in the morning light as he smiled down at Jiang Cheng. 

Jiang Cheng reached up, his fingers sliding across Nie Huaisang’s cheek to cup his face in his hands. Nie Huaisang made a happy noise, something that almost sounded like a purr, and nuzzled into Jiang Cheng’s touch. 

“Good morning, A-Sang,” Jiang Cheng breathed. 

The space between their mouths grew smaller as Nie Huaisang dipped his head, the distance barely more a hair’s breadth. 

“Did you get them all?”

Nie Huaisang hummed, his eyes half-lidded, long lashes sweeping over his cheeks as he moved impossibly closer.

“I’ve only just started.” He spoke the words against Jiang Cheng’s lips, their mouths coming together in a soft kiss. Nie Huaisang’s fingers traveled lower, dancing down his neck to tease at the collar of his shirt, and he pulled back far enough to grin down at Jiang Cheng. The curve of his lips made Jiang Cheng’s stomach twist and flip as his heart stuttered against his ribs. “I said I was going to kiss them all, and I meant it.”

Jiang Cheng arched his brow, breathing another laugh when Nie Hauisang brushed his lips over his cheeks before claiming his mouth in another gentle kiss.

[appleoctopie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán & Lán Jǐngyí & Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī & Ōuyáng Zǐzhēn Characters: Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Lán Jǐngyí, Ōuyáng Zǐzhēn Additional Tags: Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Rabbits, Napping, Group Nap, if you squint you might see Jin Ling having some Feelings, cuddle fic, literally just boys napping together Summary:

“Hello,” he murmured in greeting. “Have you seen my friends?”

The rabbit twitched its ears and turned, hopping deeper into the bamboo. Zizhen breathed a laugh and followed, stopping when he saw what awaited him.

Sizhui, Jingyi, and Jin Ling were curled up on the ground, Jingyi in the middle with Jin Ling’s head pillowed on his chest and Sizhui’s on his arm. Sizhui and Jin Ling’s hands were laced together, resting on Jingyi’s chest next to Jin Ling’s head, and around them was a cloud of rabbits.

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or the one where four boys and countless bunnies take a nap together

[appleoctopie]

title: a place to belong fandom: the untamed ship: sangcheng prompt: “You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?” “Of course” tags: established relationship, cuddling & snuggling, fluff, modern setting

on Ao3

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Jiang Cheng always felt out of place in the soft light of Nie Huaisang’s apartment. He was nothing like the art that lined the walls - scenic paintings that filled the room with shades of green and blue, breathing life into the space. He was afraid of breaking the delicate figurines that dotted the shelves - porcelain birds and glass pieces that had to cost a fortune. 

It was painfully obvious that he didn’t belong among all the art, that he was just a stain on the otherwise perfect canvas. 

“Wanyin.”

Hands touched his face, fingers soft and calloused against his skin, drawing him out of his thoughts. His eyes drifted from the small blue bird he’d been staring at, to the wide hazel eyes that stared up at him, glowing and golden in the afternoon sun. 

“A-Sang.”

Huaisang’s fingers traced over his cheeks and slid across his brows, smoothing the furrow that had formed between them. “What are you thinking so hard about?”

There were flecks of green in Huaisang’s eyes, little bursts of color among the brown and gold.

“Nothing.”

Hauisang hummed, fingers brushing over his jaw. Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure when he’d gotten so close - close enough that he could taste the tea that still lingered on Huaisang’s breath. 

“I don’t believe you.” He breathed the words into the space between them and Jiang Cheng closed his eyes against the force of his stare. Sometimes he felt like Huaisang could see through him, see all the way to his soul.

Huaisang hummed again and Jiang Cheng felt his fingers curl around his neck, felt the lips brush over his jaw.

“I’m tired.”

Jiang Cheng blinked his eyes open, surprised that Huaisang dropped it so quickly. Normally if his boyfriend wanted something he would stop at nothing to get it, whether it was the last piece of pizza or the thoughts in Jiang Cheng’s head, but he just stared up at Jiang Cheng with bright eyes and a warm smile.

“You should sleep then.” 

Huaisang hummed, fingers sliding down to lace through Jiang Cheng’s.

“Only if you come with me.”

Jiang Cheng wasn’t that tired himself, but he was never one to turn down an opportunity to cuddle Huaisang and he let himself get tugged towards the bedroom. 

Like the rest of the apartment the bedroom was full of art - paintings of skylines, fiery sunsets in shades of orange and purple and fluffy clouds that looked real enough to touch. There were photos dotting the walls, some of Huaisang’s brother, others of his friends - memories of his life. Jiang Cheng’s gaze paused on a photo of himself, smiling at the camera with his fingers thrown up in a peace sign. 

“I like to kiss it before I go to bed,” Huaisang said, tugging him further into the room. “It’s almost as good as kissing you.”

He laughed at the flush that scorched across Jiang Cheng’s cheeks and pushed him towards the bed. His knees bumped against the mattress and he fell, bouncing once before settling against the pile of pillows. The green comforter was soft under his hands, and Huaisang climbed on top of him, nuzzling into his neck with a soft sigh. 

“Mm, perfect.” Hauisang melted further into Jiang Cheng when one of his hands came up to trace the line of his spine, dancing towards his head and back down in slow, languid movements.

His other hand slid across the bed, pausing when he felt something soft brush against the back of it. His brow furrowed and he picked the object up, surprised to see the little stuffed husky he had given Huaisang on a whim one day. 

“Do you … do you sleep with this?” 

Hauisang hummed and lifted his head just enough to see what Jiang Cheng was talking about, when he saw the husky he grinned and reached up to take it, hugging it close to his chest.

“Of course.” He pressed a kiss to the top of the husky’s head, resting his chin on Jiang Cheng’s chest to stare up at him. “I named him A-Cheng, and he sleeps with me when you can’t.”

Warmth flowed through Jiang Cheng and he slid both arms around Huaisang’s waist, squeezing the other man against his chest as his emotions threatened to drown him. 

“I love you.” He breathed the words into Huaisang’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

Huaisang breathed a laugh and he felt the brush of lips against his neck. “I love you too.”

Jiang Cheng always felt out of place in Huaisang’s apartment. He wasn’t like the art that lined the walls and dotted the shelves, he wasn’t delicate and soft, he wasn’t beautiful, and yet … Huaisang loved him. Huaisang kissed his photo before bed and slept with the stuffed animal he’d given him, named it A-Cheng after him.

Huaisang had made a space for him among all the art - a space in his heart, a place where he belonged.

[blissfulparker]

Sleepy/cozy prompts💤✨

“The bed is cold without you”

“I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long”

“Don’t be nervous, you can come closer”

“I’m sorry my bed is so old.”

“My dog...she takes up half the bed, I can kick her off if you w—“ “no, I like it”

“Carry me up to bed?”

“I’ve been living off of coffee for two days I deserve to sleep!”

“Can we at least still sleep in the same bed?”

“When you sleep, you snore.”

“You look so much softer, so much calmer, I wish you could see yourself as you sleep.”

“I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil on accident and now im about to pass out.”

“We could...take a nap together?”

“Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.”

“I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it’s embarrassing but you made me feel safe.”

“You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?” “Of course”

“Your pillow smells like lavender”

“If Heaven was a place on earth it would be you in bed wearing this right now and telling me stories until we pass out.”

“What is that noise?” “I have to listen to ocean sounds to help me sleep”

“Is it possible to sleep for two days?”

“I think your hair is cute when you wake up, if only you could see it the way I did.”

“Goodnight love, I’ll see you in my dreams.”

“It’s strange I always dream of you when you’re in my arms...I also don’t want it to stop.”

*gentle head massages until the other is alsleep*

“You’re so soft, if I could ever touch the clouds, this is what they’d feel like.”

*waking up to the other counting freckles on their face*

“I know it’s embarrassing I still sleep with a Night light”

“And then I was—oh, goodnight dear.”

“The prince/princess needs their beauty sleep”

“I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone because of you, how did you do that?”

“You smell like vanilla.”

“The sheets are warm!”

“I got us new pillows.”

“You should see yourself when it’s 12am and the moon comes in and hits your face just right, you have a soft natural highlight at the tip of your nose and all your features come out. It’s like your skin is working right in front of me.”

“Will you carry me to bed?”

“One night, just one, I pray we can sleep on our own.”

“This is embarrassing but I had a bad dream and back home when this happens I normally just crawl into bed with my mom or sister but since they’re not here anymore can I sleep with you?”

“Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep.”

“I’ve spent all my nights dreaming of you in my arms peacefully sleeping and here you are.”

“Stop moving I’m trying to sleep”

“It’s just a nightmare, it’s nothing real.”

“You should sleep in my bed more often.”

[appleoctopie]

meng yao always sleeps sandwiched between mingjue - head pillowed on his arm, fingers pressing against the hot skin beneath his shirt - and xichen - kept warm by the press of a body against his back, an arm around his waist, fingers splayed across his stomach. 

he doesn’t always start there.

some nights he goes to bed before even xichen - on the days when he’s just too tired - and he’ll wake up sometime during the night, held so tightly by two sets of arms that he can barely breathe. yet those nights he breathes the deepest he ever does, the weight of the two bodies a comfort. 

some nights he goes to bed after xichen, and those nights he curls up close to his side, his fingers only a breath away from touching skin. he rolls away to let xichen have his space, only to find himself tugged back by a hand on his wrist, the chest below him warm and solid. he stares down at xichen - who didn’t even wake up - and he can’t help but let himself fall just a little bit more in love.

those nights mingjue tries not to wake them, but meng yao is a light sleeper and mingjue’s steps are hard to make soft. meng yao reaches for him as he sits on the edge of the bed - a rough hand slides across sheets to meet his, fingers lacing through his own. mingjue doesn’t crowd him, but somehow by the morning the hand will have become an arm around him, his body pressed close to meng yao’s.

some nights he’s the last to bed. he stands in the doorway and stares at the mess of limbs that make up his lovers, at the way mingjue holds xichen to his chest like he’s something precious - he is - at the way xichen’s arm is stretched across the empty bed, like he’s searching for something - someone - that isn’t there.

meng yao stares at them and wonders how there could possibly be a place for him, wonders how he ever thought he could belong.

he climbs into the empty space and makes himself as small as he can, a gnawing emptiness eating at his insides, his thoughts too loud to let him sleep.

those nights he is alone.

until xichen finds what he’s been searching for and rolls towards him, his chest pressing flush against his back, heartbeat a steady reminder - i am here. i am yours. i love you.

until mingjue reaches across the body between them, his fingers soft and gentle as they slide through meng yao’s, a reminder that he is there too, that he always will be - you are here. you are ours. you are loved.

those nights love settles over meng yao like a blanket and he doesn’t question it, doesn’t deny the warmth that flutters against his chest

those nights he lets himself be loved