Hugest shout-out to @vidovy for accepting my commission. It turned out so great, I legit love everything about it. My messy hair, Stretch’s stupid ass, smug ass grin while I look all lovestruck (which is accurate)— literally everything is fantastic 💕
If you can, I highly recommend checking them out. Thank you again, vidovy 🥺💕
The design’s not even a year old and I really needed to fix it. I just knew I didn’t like it much, it was too plain. So, I decided to go with a more casual look. Plus jean jackets are eternal—
Wrote this up in the den of night, using this prompt list in mind. It was mostly an excuse to practice writing Stretch, so this is gonna be a lil scuffed.
Warning; minor cursing!
Whipstaff was silent tonight, which may be surprising to many. However, as the evening drew in, the haunts grew quiet. Everyone in the manor had tucked themselves in for a good night’s rest. That is— except for one.
As soon as she laid in bed, Maty felt her brain kick in to overdrive— scrolling through ideas to draw, things to do around the house, etc.
Unfortunately, this was a normal occurrence. Usually, she would just suck it up and force herself to sleep— which would take a good hour or two. Tonight though, she decided to put that energy to use— taking out her sketchbook and doodling her time away. That was until she felt a pair of cold hands on her waist, causing a gasp to escape her lips. She pouted, knowing where they were coming from as she looked behind her.
“Streeetch…” She groaned.
Speak of the devil, the ghost in questioned peeked his head through the wall with nothing but a smirk on his face. “The one and only, cupcake.”
She rolled her eyes. “The hell you doing here? It’s 4 in the morning, shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“I should be askin’ you the same thing. Ya sure ya weren’t an owl in a past life?” He said as the rest of his body phased through into the bedroom. She snickered, laying her back against the bed frame, her eyes returning the book on her lap. “I wouldn’t be surprised. I just felt like doodling.”
As her attention drew away from him, Stretch immediately grabbed the book from her. “Hey!”
“You’ll thank me for this later. You fleshies need sleep in order to function, and I ain’t interested in datin’ a zombie!” He said, throwing the book across the room. Maty crossed her arms and pouted, turning her head away and letting out a soft humph. If he was gonna be an ass, might as well return the favor. She kept her ground, even as his arms returned to her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder. “Besides… why do anything else when I’m around.” He purred.
“We hung out all day. Are you really that needy?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, still keeping a stern gaze as she turned her heard towards him. “You’re one to talk.” He teased. She sighed— as much as she hated to admit it, she did appreciate the company. She could never say no to a cuddle or kiss session. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I’m a ghoul of many qualities.” He said in a conceiting tone as he pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head against his chest as she closed her eyes. You wouldn’t think being surrounded by what was essentially cold air would be comforting— but in Maty’s case, you’d be surprised. “Hey…”
“Hm?” The ghost looked down at his girlfriend, seeing a loving smile on her face that almost made him grow a heart, just so it could skip a beat. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For always pestering me, for coming in my room and begging for affection. Okay… maybe I should phrase that nicer.” She giggled. “What I’m trying to say is… I appreciate it. It makes me feel good. I love you, you bag of bleach.”
For a moment, she could have sworn she saw blush spread across his face as he stared down at her with widened eyes. He pouted, quickly turning his gaze away from her face. “Christ, that was sappy. If I had guts, I’d vomit right now.”
Maty laughed. It was obvious he was flustered by her words. “You like it.” She taunted, planting a kiss on his cheek. He smirked as she nuzzled against him. “Yeah, yeah. How about you shut it and bring those cute lips over, eh?”
“What happened to getting sleep so I don’t turn into a zombie?” She questioned, batting her eyelashes. “We’ll work on fixin’ ya beauty sleep later. But for noooww…~”
He grinned, bringing her down with him as he slid down the bed. She laid on top— his hands grabbed hold of her chin, pulling her into a kiss. Feeling his lips against hers, as much as she needed to rest, she couldn’t help but smile as she melted in his arms. She’ll sleep when she’s dead.
