So, it is inspired by Russell request. No intention to say it is completely mine idea. Just more suited for Shifty.
Reader loves raccoons. They are amazed by them, they find the creatures adorable.
I think this is way better and easier :). As always, feel free to make headcanons.
Aw, yay! Raccoons are real cute! I am assuming that the reader is human while Lifty and Shifty are actual raccoons, or else it may come across as a little race fetishy. Also I'm fine with being handed a scary premise, so y'know ;)
Shifty with S/O who adores Raccoons
Raccoons were always your favourite animal, just something about their little scamp energy was so endearing to you
And as such you ended up learning maybe more than the average person would about those little trash pandas
But could anyone really blame you? They were cute and at least you owned up to your weird obsession with them
But one day while you were out it was so windy out that your hat kept on flying off of your head
The fifth time this happened somehow the wind was able to carry your hat all the way to a random alleyway
“Stupid hat, can’t stay on my head for more than a five seconds without being blown off.” You grumbled while searching for it, eventually you found it and something in it
That something being a very cute yet somehow… green(?) raccoon
You fought back both the urge to squeal out loud and make whoever was passing by very worried and the urge to take the raccoon home and keep it as a pet knowing that raccoons cannot be easily domesticated
You convinced the raccoon to get out of your hat but even then it started to follow you around and occasionally when you stopped would curl around your legs
It was cute, but you knew it couldn’t stay with you forever, but even when you entered your house it followed you inside and took residence upon your couch
“The little guy seems to really like me and people in the past have had pet raccoons so it’s not impossible… hm, yeah okay, but I’ll need a name for him, well while he was following me home he kept on looking from side to side so maybe Shifty? For how his eyes were moving around and all.”
And that’s how you came to have a pet raccoon, he was a little troublesome at first digging through your trash and refused to take baths but eventually you were able to lay down some ground rules which he followed well
But after the next few days you noticed some chittiring coming from the alleyway where your bins were and to your surprise saw another green raccoon, you took him inside and he started to play with Shifty
“Hmm, seems they may be related… maybe their brothers. Well, I guess if one of them’s called Shifty then the other can be called Lifty, ain’t very creative but it’s all I got.”
To differentiate the two you got Shifty a small hat, much like the one you first found him in
Cute/charming things thay say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you
(vv short, just 2 of my special boys tonight)
Donald “idg A FUCK who knows I like you” Malarkey:
OOF ok
So I feel like Malarkey would always be your friend first, even if he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you that you were it for him.
(Like, maybe he’s seen relationships based on lust alone fail and from a tender age decided that if he ever did get serious with someone he’d want it to be his best friend.)
Sex is cool, but you know what else is cool? Laughing with someone until tears leak from your eyes and then the both of kind of slow down and look at each other and just smile bc ‘wow you make me really happy’
*now i’m grinning like an idiot whoopsie*
BUt back to when he sees you come in-
He doesn’t always notice you come in. his mind has a tendency to go a million miles a minute so when someone is explaining something or he’s having to focus on something he’s REALLY focused.
Depending on what it is and who he’s talking with, you’ll sometimes come over and stand beside him quietly and gently take his hand.
(Bc stress he often fists his hands without realizing it, and you can bet your sweet ass you;ve made it your mission to knead your thumbs into the stress-knotted meat of his palms. He’ll return the favor (for stuff like this and also definitely for sex ok bye))
(Also, he would never actually bet your sweet ass against something, bc he’s shit at poker he’s kinda a fan of every part of your body and not willing to part with any of it THANK YOU)
Before y’all actually got to Normandy, Dick was always on Don about ‘professional conduct between officers’. Not bc he doesn’t ship it, bc it’s too pure to not ship- but he doesn’t want the fraternization to end in one of you being sent to a different company.
After D-Day— Dick no longer gives a shit about guidelines. He trusted the two of you to get your jobs done in the best and most effective way. Have fun kids. But keep it G ffs we’re still at work.
Even though you two won’t always enter a room together, you always leave hand in hand.
Shifty “My Sweet Summer Child” Powers:
Oh, honey
The boy has it BAD
He’s the type of person to see you the first time and be like “Oh, now that’s a knockout” and then he realizes that you’re a fucking boss ass bitch and goes “Whoops, I have an erection this is going to be a problem for me i can tell”
BUt it really isn’t bc you’re so nice and patient and even though he was super awkward you still made a point to talk to him every day
He would definitely tell you he like-likes you on accident after he got a little too tipsy, and before he could find a gutter to go hide in for the rest of his life you’d nudged him and smiled.
“If you still feel that way in the morning, then I like-like you too, you weirdo. If not, then you owe me breakfast in exchange for my silence, jerk.”
He’d literally woken you up a few hours later to let you know he was sober and he still thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and would you be mad if i hugged you or ok i like kissing much more thanks
So now whenever one of you spots the other you walk over straight away and greet them quietly
He never interrupts whatever it is that you may be doing, but he does come over and press a kiss to your shoulder as his hand finds the small of your back.
No matter what y’all’re doing, you can be DAMN SURE that you’re getting a kiss.
Cute First Public Kiss Bonus! One time you’d gone over to Dog Company to help cover for someone who had a flu and the two of you didn’t see e/o of three days. Upon your return Shifty perked up and started stalking towards you with a big grin.
“You’re all right?” “yeah, Shift, what’s—” “Would you be mad at me if I kissed you right now bc tbh I really want to but I get if you dont... ok you’re kissing me even better can you do it some more?”
Speirs smirks as THE BOYS™ line up and begin dropping their bets into his upturned helmet.
“How the fuck does he keep winning?” “Shut up Frank” “I know he’s cheating BUT HOW GEORGE HOW?”
Can I request fluffy headcanons of Shifty falling for a girl?
I have talked to @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant about this in depth at some point and it has given me a whole new love for Shifty.
All requests are open💕
Taglist: @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @floydtab
I feel like for Shifty there wasn’t a ‘falling in love’ process before he met her. There was a time before he seen her, and there was everything after that moment. There is no in between for him. It's a sudden and quick process and he just knew the second he saw her that his single life was over, and he wanted her more than anything. It was only after they began their relationship that he realised the ‘falling in love’ thing would be him loving her more and more than before.
The first time he laid eyes on her he could physically feel his heart sing with happiness. He couldn’t look away from her direction, and while he was never a big believer in love at first sight, he definitely was when he seen her smile.
Shifty is a blusher and it doesn't take much to get him to blush but, there are different levels. He blushes lightly when he is complemented or when everyone stares at him on his birthday. He turns undeniably red when he sees a pretty girl looking at him, and it only gets worse if he makes eye contact with her.
Even from the opposite side of the street he would feel a little bit awkward because he doesn't want to keep staring but he can't look away either. He wants to remember everything about her. He knows that he will never feel the same again and he wants to make sure he appreciates the moment enough.
Letting her walk away was one of the biggest regrets of his life and he swears if he ever saw her again, he would do anything to talk to her. He couldn’t get the picture of her laughing in her little blue dress out of his head and he spends the next two weeks moping around, planning what he would say to her and how he would ask her out.
When he finally sees her again, he would be mesmerised. It is in the exact same place he had seen her previously and he was stuck to his place on the path. But he finds enough confidence from somewhere and before he knows it his feet would have him moving towards her. And of course, he trips over his feet, but he doesn't let that stop him from getting to know the prettiest girl he has ever seen.
When he tries to ask her out, he can help but stutter and mumble. He is always messing up his words by thinking faster than he can talk. Eventually, he gathers himself together and he is really formal. He introduces himself as Darrell, thinking Shifty wasn’t proper enough for such a pretty girl, and the way she says his name is his new favourite sound. He likes to call her ‘Miss’ and ‘Ma’am’ even when she insists he just uses her name.
After the first date he wouldn’t wait around long enough for a goodnight kiss. Once he made sure she was safely at her front door, he says a quick goodnight and leaves. He wanted a kiss, he really did, but he didn’t want to put her in the position where she felt awkward, like she had to kiss him. He would be way too nervous to make a move.
The whole way home he couldn’t help but relive the whole date. It was the night he knew he wanted to marry her. Shifty loves being in love. He didn’t know such a strong feeling could be felt towards someone. And he is really glad he somehow managed to ask a girl like her out, even after he tripped.
The following few months was kind of repetitive in their relationship. They spent all their free time together and sometimes Shifty would surprise her with an afternoon walk when he was finished work. No matter how tired he was, he always wanted to be with her.
He has a picture of the both of them tucked into the frame of the mirror in his room. Every time he looks at it his heart swells and he falls in love all over again. Shifty doesn't fall in love with his girl just once, he falls over and over again throughout the years of their relationship.
She is the one who has to hold his hand and every time without fail he blushes the deepest shade of red possible. It’s only after they have been together for ages will he be the one to make a move. He is constantly learning new things about her and just when he thinks he has her completely figured out, he learns something new.
Their shared first kiss is the definition of the sweetest moment ever. He never wanted to spring it upon her, but he didn’t want to over plan it either. He would be really relieved when it just kind of happened. He didn’t know what to do with his hands and they randomly ended up in her hair, but he doesn't remember moving them there.
His lips are really soft so when she randomly leaned in for a quick peck, he blurts out that he loves her. It was the first time he had said it out loud to anyone. He thought it was the most unromantic way to have told her, and he was completely convinced he had messed everything up. The smile on her face when she says it back changes his mind very quickly. From that moment on he tries to tell her every chance he gets, and he likes to remind her that she is the light of his life.
@hihosilvers : hiya, bub! i was wondering if you could do a 14 from the prompt list and shifty powers? please and thank you! :]] (prompt #14 “i’m just doing what the fortune cookie said! who am i to stand in the way of fate?”)
tag list : @floydtab @wexhappyxfew @deldontplay @hufflepuffpancakes (if i missed u i’m sorry, just send me a message 🥺)
in which a fortune cookie acts as a catalyst of an evening’s activities.
shifty is too sweet for this world. warnings: don’t let a fortune cookie dictate your actions. word count 1.1k.
the soft snip of the scissors was all you focused on, tongue poking out of your mouth. darrell powers was listening intently to something on the radio, and you were sat facing him on the kitchen table in the powers household. it was uncomfortable really. your best friend was jimmy powers' girlfriend, and the four of you were planning to eat out at a new restaurant. however, the couple upstairs had got a little 'held up'. you tucked your newspaper clipping into the back of your scrapbook, there was no chance of you pasting anything down. darrell cleared his throat. "what have you got there?"
"this?" you asked, motioning to a clipping in your hand.
"well... all of it."
"well, you see, whenever i like something i see in the paper, i always cut it out." you blushed a little, feeling silly. darrell just smiled and asked what the one in your hand was. you look at it carefully. an ad for a bookstore job, something you'd love to do, but you doubted you'd ever get. "it's a job advertisement. it's silly, i'd never get it..."
"well," shifty cleared his throat, "i reckon any place'd be lucky to have you round." you couldn't mask the smile that formed on your face. "really?"
"yeah..." you both paused as you heard an unsavoury noise coming from upstairs, before looking at each other and dissolving into quiet laughter.
the couple finally sorted themselves out, apologising for taking so long. they walked out the door arm in arm, and shifty offered you his arm like the gentleman he was. you took it and thanked him, watching a soft blush dust his cheeks. you both walked together silently, while jimmy and delilah were the main sources of conversation. darrell's side was warm against yours, and you savoured the close contact. your hand fumbled with the crumpled paper in your hand, the advert, as you walked past the shop. darrell smiled down on you and asked: "that's where the advertisement is from?"
"yeah." you felt yourself smiling at the building fondly.
"wanna go and ask about it before it closes?"
you hesitated, before shaking your head. they'd never want you anyway.
the restaurant was chinese. you'd never heard of half of the things on the menu, but delilah insisted on ordering the food for you. “egg fried rice, noodles...” she listed off all the food to the waitress, who happily waddled off to the kitchens. “so,” jimmy started, sitting back on the booth, “y/n? still haven’t got a fella, huh?”
“no.” you could feel yourself becoming flustered.
“well why the hell not? pretty girl like you should be attracting fellas here, there and everywhere!”
“i...er...” you felt yourself getting more stressed under shifty’s intense gaze. “i’m gonna get a drink if y’all are gonna ask me questions like this all night.”
the food really was amazing. four drinks later, you were happily drunk. the waitress came up to the table with a plate of four oddly shaped... things. you had no idea what they were. “break them!” she told you, “there is your fortune inside!”
“wait! wait wait!” jimmy waved his hands madly at you all. “don’t open them yet. let’s do it one by one. shifty, you go first.” you watched shifty’s fingers as they ever so gently cracked the cookie. pulling out the strip of paper, he read it aloud. “you’ve waited long enough.” darrell looked at the three of you one by one, as you all dissolved into laughter at his concerned frown. jimmy then proceeded to read his. “a hasty man drinks tea with a fork?” before laughing. “how the hell do i drink tea with a fork?” you laughed, face flushed from alcohol, and felt shifty’s eyes on you. you grinned at him, rubbing his shoulder in drunken confidence. delilah’s cookie simply read. “born to smile.” she was clearly happy about this, as she tucked the note into her handbag. finally, it was your turn. the soft crack of the cookie and the slow drag of the note built tension on the table as you read the words: “grab your opportunities with both hands.”
it was a sign. that job was yours for the taking! "i need to go!" you grabbed your cardigan and took off. "y/n! y/n! wait!" shifty was scuttling behind you. "i'll... come. you might need some... well... i would hate if anything where to happen to you." you grinned at shifty, taking his hand in that wild moment of excitement and tugging him into a run. the bookstore came into view. both of you stood in front of the green door, breathless and giddy. “well, go on y/n!” darrell placed an encouraging hand on the small of your back and pushed you towards the handle. the gentle tingle of the bell alerted the man behind the counter of your arrival. “good evening. how may i help you?”
“yes... hello... erm... well i saw, erm, your advert. in the paper.”
“oh yes! of course!” the man had a handlebar moustache above his jovial smile, and it curved upwards happily.
“i was wondering if... there was still, erm, a job vacancy?”
“well...” he chuckled to himself and turned to his calendar. you slipped a hand back into shifty’s, and felt him rub his thumb along yours. “you can come by on thursday, 9am. we can set you up with a little trial shift.”
“thank you sir!”
“we’ll just need a name.” he turned to look at you both, and you nodded before giving your name and telephone number. you saw the man’s eyes flit from your faces to your intertwined hands.
“i did it shifty!” you started to drag him back in the direction of the restaurant.
“you... you called me shifty!” for the first time, you heard darrell powers break in to a genuine, long laugh. you turned to him and grinned at the sight of him, hair messy, eyes twinkling and creased from smiling. instantly stopping in your tracks, he crashed into you. he attempted to apologise, before he could you pulled him close and attempted to kiss him. shifty pulled back. “y/n, what are you doing?”
“i—” you could feel panic starting to choke you up... “i was just doing what the fortune cookie said! who am i to stand in the way for fate?” shifty looked down on you softly. his hands brushed the hair back from your face and you leaned into his fingers. “sorry i didn’t kiss you.”
“it’s alright.”
“it’s obvious i wanted to.”
“you can make up for it i guess.” you looked up at darrell through your lashes and felt him pull you into his chest. the kiss was soft, and sweet, and filled with nothing but care. you pulled away grinning, “i really like you shifty powers.”
shifty please !!!! anything shifty, we need more shifty
I am sorry it took me a while to get to this request, but I have finally found the perfect, cute little idea for this fic so I SINCERELY hope you like it :)
Tag List: @gottapenny @warmommy @croatianbagudna @wexhappyxfew @scissorsfordoc
Eyes Shut
You looked perfect.
That was what everyone kept telling you. Over and over again. “You look perfect.”
You didn’t feel perfect though. Sure, you felt beautiful — more so than you had in as long as you could remember — but there was something off. Something keeping you from feeling perfect.
Maybe it was the way your hair had been done up so neatly and elegantly in a bun on the back of your head, a few strands hanging here and there, seemingly random but oh-so-carefully planned. It was missing the tangles and clumps of dirt that you had grown accustomed to.
Maybe it was the way your nails had been painted a beautiful light pink colour, the length not too long, but not too short. There was no grime under them, they weren’t chipped, cracked, or as short as you could get them.
Maybe it was the way the white dress clung to your form before flowing gracefully down your legs, the seam just barely ghosting over the floor. The colour white was something you had avoided for the longest time; blood stains were near impossible to get out of lighter colours, which was why ODs were usually dark brown or green.
Or maybe it was simply the fact that you were here and not there; in some foxhole in some goddamn war-torn European country.
Either way, you couldn’t shake the feeling. You were supposed to be walking down the aisle right then, and although you wanted nothing more than to marry the love of your life, you were terrified.
Pulling yourself from the haunting thoughts that were slowly spreading darkness through your mind and thoroughly ruining your special day — the happiest day of your life — you noticed you had been nervously twisting the engagement ring around and around your ring-finger, leaving the skin irritated and red.
Ripping your hands away from one another, you shook them gently before pressing your palms down onto your dress and flattening out the soft fabric. “I can do this,” you whispered to yourself, grateful that no one else was around to pick up on the tremble in your voice. “I’ve lived through a goddamn war. I can get married. Women do it all the time. Hell, some even do it more than once. I can do this.”
When an abrupt knock came at the door, you nearly jumped. Before you could call for the person on the other side of the barrier to come in, the doorknob twisted and the door swung open. “Y/N?” Shifty carefully stepped into the room.
“No!” you blurted out, your hands motioning for him to go away. “No, you’re not supposed to see me before the wedding! It’s bad luck!”
“Right!” Shifty spun around so fast you were surprised he didn’t fall over. “I’m sorry.”
Immediately, you flooded with guilt. “Oh, I’m the one that should be sorry.” you covered your face with your hands and drew in a deep breath. “I’m supposed to be out there, I know…I just…”
“If you don’t want to do this, all you have to do is say the word,” he told you. There wasn’t even a hint of anger or frustration in his tone. Like always, he was your calm, cool, kind, and loving Darrell Powers. “I will take you away from here if that’s what you want.”
“Oh, Darrell.” you rushed toward him and wrapped your arms around him from behind. “I do want this. I want to marry you more than anything in the world. I just feel…wrong in all of this. The hair, the nails, the dress, the shoes. It doesn’t feel like me.”
Slowly, Shifty spun around in your arms, his eyes shut so that he could keep from seeing you before you were walking down the aisle. “Would you prefer it if we got married in a forest covered in dirt and blood with mortars flying overhead?”
“I think I might feel a little less out of place.” you smiled slightly. Shifty always knew how to make you smile like nothing else mattered in the world.
Placing his hand onto your forehead so that he knew where he was going, Shifty bent down slowly and pressed a kiss to your hairline. “Whatever you want, darlin’, I will make happen. As long as I get to say ‘I do’ and kiss you at the end of the day, I’m one happy man.”
“I just need a few more minutes.” you captured his beautiful face in your hands and kissed him just like you had the very first time; soft, slow, and bursting at the seams with love. “Don’t go yet.”
“I won’t,” he assured you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “I will stand here with my eyes shut for as long as you need.”
Warnings: Smut, sin, swearing, teasing, super sin, sweet baby Shifty but dom
kind of short but I had this idea so enjoy!
Shifty Powers, the sweet innocent boy. You absolutely refused to let the guys corrupt him, coddling him any chance you got. Currently, you were four beers in, sitting in Shifty's lap, your arm wrapped around his neck. “Shifty baby be honest with me” slurring your words, you cupped his face with your hands as the guys watched you. “Are you, a virgin” and like that the table erupted in laughter, shifty's face became a thousand shades darker. “I-Uh-Well-uh” “He is!” Luz yelled, slapping his hand down on the table, increasing the level of laughter. “Hey now you boys hush up! Its okay if you are Shifty baby everyone has to start somewhere” you cooed. Now you liked Shifty, you found him very attractive, and thinking about corrupting such a sweet shy boy excites you.
“Y/n you’re going to kill that poor boy” Toye said, laughing as he observed you both. The hand that was on your hip squeezed it lightly, the other on your thigh was rubbing small circles. “I think he can handle me” winking to the guys, you looked back to Powers, who met your eyes. “M-Maybe we should get you to bed yeah? You’re kinda drunk n/n” helping you up, he bid the guys goodnight as he put his arm around your waist, leading you to the house you were staying in. But as soon as you entered the house, you were taken by surprise as Shifty pushed you against the closed door.
“I don't appreciate you making me look bad” he growled, you had never, ever seen him like this. His hands were on either side of your head, your breathing was shallow as your face heated up even more so if that was possible. “Just because I've never had sex, dose not mean that I don't know what I'm doing” and like that, he was unbuttoning your shirt at a very fast pace, which was then discarded on the ground, followed by your undershirt.
His hands ravaged your breasts, squeezing and twisting. His lips attacked your neck, leaving hickeys as he made his way to your lips. Roughly he pushed himself against you, your mouths mashing together while his hands continued to play with your breasts. “I’m going to make you say my name so much that its the only word you’ll remember tomorrow. I’m going to fuck you so hard” he groaned, his voice deep and firm. By god you were wetter than the ocean, his lips made they’re way down the other side of your neck, leaving more hickeys along the way.
His rough hands gripped at your hips as he began to lick and suck on your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth before switching to the other one. Your hands ravished his hair, messing up the usually soft and combed locks. “Fuck powers” you moaned, feeling his hand slide down towards your core, rubbing you through your pants. The hand that was groping your breast joined the other at the task of undoing your pants, pushing them down, along with your underwear.
The cold made your nipples immediately perky as Shifty moved his mouth away, getting onto his knees, he looked up at you as he rubbed you; “I've barley touched you and look how fucking wet you are” gruffly, inserting two of his fingers then showing you the amount of slick on them. The look you saw in his eyes was almost enough to make your knees buckle as he sucked on his fingers slowly. “Lean against the wall” he said- well more like ordered, he grabbed your legs and managed to get them over his shoulders while he remained in this kneeling position.
You could feel his tongue, flicking your clit as he inserted one of his fingers, sliding it in with ease. You moaned softly as he inserted another, your eyes rolling back when sucked your clit into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. “Ohh- fuck me” “Don't you worry, that's the plan”
Voices outside on the street made the both of you silent, Shifty looked up at you, a seductive glint in his eye as he added another finger, three total. You brought a hand up to your mouth and moaned into it, cursing him in your mind.
“Damn it powers as mu-fuck, as much as I love this I want you” and that was all it took, your legs were back on the ground and his mouth was on yours, tasting yourself against him just made this whole thing even more erotic.
Your hand rubbed him through his pants, feeling up his cock, moaning into his mouth. Shifty swore under his breath. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to a more stable wall, he pushed against you, hands leaving your legs to undo his pants. With your hands pulling his hair, your hips grinding against him, wanting for him to hurry up. Pulling away, you gasped, “are you sure baby?” the question left your lips breathlessly. “Now is as good of time as any, and there's nobody else I’d rather do this with”. Then he kissed you again, but more passionately.
You felt him rubbing his cock against you, slowly pushing himself in. Your head fell back against the wall as he filled you, moaning lowly into your ear as his head rested on your shoulder. Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, the sound of light moans and heavy breathing filled the room, along with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt. “Y-you're so tight” he moaned into your ear, kissing your neck, biting it a little.
Shifty's thrusts started to become rougher, as he re-adjusted his grip on you, the new angle hit your g-spot directly. A moan which was just a tad too loud escaped from your lips as you pulled his hair. “Fuck baby right there don't stop” you whimpered. Closing your eyes as you struggled to hold back your moans. “Say my name please”
“Fuck me Darrell”
Outside
“Hey, did you hear that?” Luz asked, looking to Malarkey who nodded, both of them gazing towards the house. “Isn't that where Y/N is staying?”
“Yeah I think so” both of them advanced to a window, peeking inside, seeing Shifty's frame in front of your own, your head thrown back in a pleasurable way.
Both of the men crouched down below the window, Malarkey huffed as Luz wore a grand old smile on his face “I told you it would happen”
The next day you and shifty both went to meet up with Easy for breakfast, your face was red as you entered, with shiftys hand on the small of your back, the hickeys he left were not all covered by your uniform, fuck this was going to be something.
“Holy fuck were you mauled or something Y/N?” Guarnere asked, a cheeky grin on his face, “You got more spots than a Dalmatian” and then it was on, the comments just kept coming. Shifty's face was almost as red as yours, but all the lads were giving him pats on the back, saying he was a man now, but you'd still coddle him any chance you could.
-When suddenly you walk by and see how comfy he looks
-You decide that you want to cuddle!!
-You just lay on top of him and he doesn’t even know
-Soon you fall asleep yourself
-Lifty walks by a bit later and immediately becomes jealous at all the attention Shifty is getting from you (even though he’s in a dead sleep and doesn’t even know it)
-Lifty doesn’t care
-He lays right on top of you, thus putting more pressure on Shifty causing him to wake up
-”What the hell Lifty! Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep here?”
-Then he notices you, still fast asleep and just becomes quite
-”Lifty... how long has Y/N been there?”
-Lifty shrugs and lays back down
-You guys are a sandwich
-Their warmth is comforting and honestly keeps you asleep longer
-A couple of times, Shifty wakes up due to your hair falling in his face
-He just smiles sleepily and brushes it behind your ear and falls back asleep
-Low key Shifty loves having your weight on him, pressing him into the couch cushions and kinda... making him feel safe
-Lifty almost fell off a few times but eventually found a comfortable spot
-Lifty loves feeling you breath beneath him, he feels like he’s protecting you and he low key loves it
-Although they will probably never admit it, cuddling with you like this was one of their favorite things ever
