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haunted-headset · 4 months

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hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

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a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

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At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

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thatwitchrevan · 4 years

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resolution (pt 1)

In honor of New Year’s and of all the joy Kingdom Heart’s has brought to me in 2019, I’m working on a SoRiKai fluff fic of them spending New Year’s together! It’s meant to have three parts, one from each kid’s POV, but in case I don’t get to finishing and posting the whole thing quite on time I thought I’d go ahead and share this first part! It’s pretty much just fluff and silliness but I feel like that’s perfect for our Destiny Trio being back together on New Years. I’m hoping to post the full fic on ao3 tomorrow or maybe the 2nd at latest, but no promises because I’m terrible at deadlines.

Sora was giddy as he sat down in Riku’s living room with him and Kairi, gathered around the low coffee table with crossed legs on the floor. Kairi opened up the box of the board game she had brought, and Sora helped her set it up as Riku got up and wandered to the kitchen. By the time they’d finished unfolding the board, arranging the pieces, and sorting the cards, Riku had come back with three steaming mugs of hot chocolate, carrying two in one hand and one in the other. He handed one to Sora and one to Kairi before sitting back down with his own.

Sora smiled and wrapped his hands around the warm mug, relishing the sweet smell of the chocolate. He took a too-large sip too soon, almost burning the edge of his tongue, but it was worth the risk to satisfy his impatience. Riku and Kairi chuckled and shook their heads at him, Kairi setting her own mug down to let it cool first and Riku blowing gently on his.

“Alright,�� Kairi began, grinning brightly as she began shuffling the main deck of cards. “You guys will love this game.” She said it very casually, but there was an underlying certainty to it, and since she had a pretty good idea what her boys liked, she was probably right. She started dealing the cards, one pile for each of them and one for herself.

“Don’t look at them now - we’ll draw them when we need them.”

Sora watched as she distributed all the cards, straightening his pile without overturning any once she was done. Kairi sat back and explained the rules of the game, and Sora’s mind drifted a little bit even though he was trying to pay attention - it was just a lot of information at once. He learned better by playing, anyway, so he wasn’t worried.

He ended up being terrible at it, though. The competition was really between Riku and Kairi, and it was fierce. Riku was engaging in some light-hearted trash talk every time he got an advantage, and Kairi was less overtly aggressive, but she kept grinning smugly at him sideways whenever she got ahead. Sora lagged behind both of them the whole game with little hope of catching up, but he didn’t really care much because it was just so much fun watching them race to the finish, getting increasingly excited with each turn.

In the end, Riku reached the final square first, but the card he drew set him back two, giving Kairi the opportunity to swoop in and claim the victory. Her eyes gleamed as she slammed her piece on the winning square and jumped up, throwing the remainder on her cards on the board. “YES!” she cried, pumping her fists in the air and giggling.

Riku laughed, too, playfully shoving her. “Don’t be a sore winner.”

Kairi spun around in an impromptu victory dance. “You’re just grumpy because you lost!”

“Oh yeah?” Riku pushed her again, this time just enough that she fell over into a pile of pillows that they’d thrown in front of the couch. She landed on the soft bed of cushions, still giggling, but her laughter turned into a squeal when Riku scooted closer and started tickling her sides.

Kairi kicked softly at Riku’s arm and chest, but she’d have to fight a lot harder if she wanted to discourage him. “Stopppppp!” she whined through her laughter. “So-Sora, help!”

Sora grinned and walked on his knees around the table, coming to Kairi’s side. “Good call, Kairi. Tickling you is a two man job!”

Kairi shrieked in pretend protest as the boys ganged up on her, shaking with laughter until the tickling became too tiring to be fun anymore. “Okay, stop for real now,” she breathed through a laugh, and Sora and Riku both stilled and sat back from her immediately, still smirking as she got the last of her giggles out and wiped her eyes. “You guys are the worst,” she complained, punching them both gently in the arm.

Sora laughed and kissed her on the cheek. “You love us.”

Kairi shook her head, but she was still smiling too much to fool anybody. She turned around to the couch and where her phone was resting and checked the time. “It’s almost midnight.” She grinned at Riku and then at Sora, her eyes twinkling.

Riku smirked, glancing between her and Sora. “So who gets to kiss who first?”

Sora blushed, but Kairi had an answer immediately. “I want to kiss you both at the same time!”

Riku frowned thoughtfully and took a sip of his cocoa. “How’s that going to work?”

“We could both kiss her on the cheek?” Sora suggested.

Kairi shook her head. “Nah, we’ll just mash our faces together. It’ll be super romantic.”

Riku snorted lightly, but neither he nor Sora offered any objections. The boys set their cocoa down as Kairi set up an audible countdown on her phone and they all three scooted closer to each other, knees brushing as they formed a rough circle and leaned in close.

“Ten, nine, eight,” the phone counted. The kids looked around at each other, all giggling.

“Seven, six, five, four.” Kairi grabbed Sora and Riku each by the hand. The boys glanced at each other and joined their hands as well.

“Three, two, one.”

All three leaned in at once, smushing their cheeks together as their lips met in the center. Sora bumped his forehead against Kairi’s, making them both giggle even more, but the three of them mostly succeeded in kissing each other on the corners of their mouths.

Despite their best efforts, though, it only lasted for a second before they all dissolved into laughter and backed away. Kairi flopped back against the couch, shaking with laughs so hard she had to hold her side. “Well, that sort of worked.”

Riku chuckled dryly and leaned back, folding up a knee to rest his arm on top of it. “It’s not the most effective way. Or the most dignified.”

Sora rocked back and forth a little, feeling too flustered and silly to sit still. At the same time, he felt too tired to do anything with all that energy. He let out a big yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

Riku and Kairi had shifted closer to each other, holding hands with their backs against the couch, and from what Sora had caught of that conversation it sounded like they were deciding on another board game to play, but when Sora yawned they both looked at him and smiled with light exasperation.

“Well,” Kairi sighed. “I guess we’d better get to bed before somebody gets cranky on us.”

Sora made a face that didn’t really help his defense, but he got up to go to bed anyway. Riku and Kairi both stood up with him automatically, but Sora waved his hand. “You guys play whatever game you were talking about, and you can join me later.”

Kairi frowned, looking between Riku and Sora like she was conflicted. Then she figured something out, bouncing on her heels. “How about this? We’ll come tuck you in and say goodnight, and then we’ll play our game.”

Riku rolled his eyes. “How old is Sora, five? Are we his parents?”

But Sora grinned and grabbed them each by the hand. “Yeah, Kairi’s right! You have to kiss me goodnight or I won’t be able to sleep.”

Riku gave a big sigh for show as Kairi and Sora drug him by hand to his room. Sora was, of course, already in his pajamas, so he just climbed into the bed and scooted down to the end, leaving room for Kairi in the middle and Riku on the other side.

Kairi pulled the covers up to Sora’s chin and kissed his forehead. “Sleep tight, you big baby. I love you.”

Sora squeezed her hand and murmured ‘love you, too,’ before she pulled away to make room for Riku.

Riku kissed him almost exactly where Kairi had. “Love you, Sora. Happy New Year.”

Sora tried to reply, but it was drowned out by a yawn. Kairi and Riku laughed at him, and they turned off the light as they left the room, letting the door remain cracked open.

Sora fell asleep to the sound of them setting up their next board game, laughing and joking as they played. About an hour later he was woken by them both climbing into bed beside him, snuggling up close and falling asleep.

#kingdom hearts #sorikai #kingdoms hearts fic #griffin writes #happy new year! 🎉#my fic #my writings #kingdom hearts fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh fic #kh fanfic #kh fanfiction #sora #kairi #riku #this is exactly like every fluff fic i've written and every ot3 fic i've written and every kh fic i've written but it's still cute #next two are supposed to be a bit more serious but still sweet #this is supposed to be their first new years together since the events of kh3 so they're extra happy to all be together #please feel free to leave feedback in the comments if you have it!

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imaginedilestrade · 6 years

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One of the boys.

Summary: You live in the middle of London with four boys; Greg, Sherlock, John and Mycroft. It was never going to be easy, especially after falling for the silver haired DI...

Warnings: swearing, Dolores being a general pain in the arse (but she will never change 😅)

A/N: Ahhh thank you to everyone who's enjoying this series fic so far! 😁 I love writing it! I hope you all have a fantastic week! ❤️

Missed the last part? Catch up here

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Chapter 4

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You walked out of the kitchen and joined everyone in the living room. You sent Greg a thin lipped smile as you sat across from him and Dolores on the other couch with Sherlock. You noticed the consulting detective tweeting away while John pressed play. You noticed Mycroft's absence, you knew he'd be in his room. "What are we watching?" Sherlock asked, eventually putting down his phone.

"'Why him?' Mary recommended it, she said it was quite funny."

You sat back with your legs perched up on the sofa, Sherlock sat in a similar fashion. Throughout the film your eyes wandered from the screen to Greg and Dolores, she was constantly draping herself over him and trying to catch his attention, you didn't even feel your lip start to sneer at the sight.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you took it out. A text from Sherlock.

From Sherlock: Your mouth might not be saying anything but your face certainly is.

From Y/N: Yeah? Well would you like to know what my fist has to say?

From Sherlock: I'd rather not...but if you'd like to converse your fist with Dolores's mouth to shut her up I wouldn't hold you back.

You smiled and tried to hold back your laugh that was bubbling in your throat.

From Y/N: STOPPPPPP! You're going to make me laugh and the film is at a serious bit! You know, the film we're supposed to be watching instead of texting!

From Sherlock: What is this film even about anyway?

From Y/N: No idea! I haven't been able to watch it because somebody *cough* you *cough* has been texting me. But to be honest I'd rather be watching Blue Planet 2.

From Sherlock: Me too. Attenborough' s voice is incredibly soothing.

From Y/N: Want to watch it in my room? We can get away from the face sucking monster that's sitting across from us?

From Sherlock: Sounds good. Grab some drinks.

You got up off the couch and stretched a little "I'm going to call it a night guys, do any of you want a drink before I head into my room?"

"Meeeeee!" Dolores droned out the word and stuck her hand up, giggling.

You raised a brow and turned to John "Isn't she a bit drunk already?" John shrugged and you let out a sigh before heading to the kitchen. You took out a few bottles from the fridge and placed them on the table in the middle of the living room. Dolores flew for them. You looked up to Greg and sent him a thin smile before heading to your room.

Greg glanced back and watched you disappear into your room. His brows knitted together seeing Sherlock follow you in with a bowl of popcorn. Greg turned back to the screen but wasn't focusing on the film, his face was starting to contort with...jealousy?

"You alright Greg?" John noticed and Greg snapped out of his thoughts.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine!" He forced a grin. John didn't look convinced but didn't mention it again.

Greg's head turned back to your door again and every vein in his body flooded with jealousy again.

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"Look at that fish!" You screamed out in awe "It has a clear head! You could not make this shit up!" You squeaked and took a swig out of your bottle before crunching a mouthful of popcorn.

"It is quite remarkable and-Oh my god! Look at that shark!" Sherlock almost burst with excitement, causing you to giggle.

"This is way better than watching the film...and Dolores." Sherlock uttered and you nodded in agreement "On the subject of her, what do you think?"

You rolled your eyes "Why does everyone care what I think of her? John asked me the same thing earlier! As long as Greg's happy that's the main thing." You kept your eyes on the screen and avoided Sherlock's burning gaze. "Stop..." you sighed and shut your eyes.

"Stop what?" Sherlock asked, trying to be completely innocent.

"Giving me that creepy, sympathetic, concerned look. Please don't worry about me. Like I said; I don't care."

Sherlock opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'but you do care, stop lying to yourself and everyone else' but he didn't. He saw you yawning, he knew you were tired and he didn't want to aggravate you right before going to sleep.

As soon as the show ended, your head hit against the pillow and you were out like a light. Sherlock placed your covers over you and took away the empty bottles and popcorn bowl, he turned off your light before shutting the door over. He didn't even notice Greg glaring at him as he popped into the kitchen before returning to his own room.

Greg was stuck on the couch with Dolores sleeping on top of him. She fell asleep halfway through the movie and now all Greg was watching was the news. John had went to his bed as soon as the film finished.

Greg carefully moved Dolores so he could get to his own bed, he grabbed a blanket for her and left her be.

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"You're up a bit early aren't you?"

You smiled at Mycroft as you entered the kitchen at half four in the morning.

"Couldn't sleep thanks to snoring sleeping beauty over there..." you trailed off in a quiet voice and looked over to her before returning your focus to a smirking Mycroft "Plus I wanted to see you off, as usual." You softly smiled at the suited and booted man in front of you who had a suitcase by his feet.

"That's very nice of you. My car should be coming shortly to take me to the airport."

You nodded and jumped slightly hearing a single loud snore as Dolores inhaled a gasp of air. Your eyes wandered over to her again and Mycroft followed your gaze.

"You don't have to worry about her," he whispered.

You let it a small groan "Why does everyone think I worry about who Greg dates? It's his life he can go out with whoever he wants!" You unintentionally snapped. Mycroft lightly shrugged and you apologised.

"Apology accepted, but I'm serious. Don't worry about her."

You thanked him with a smile before a car horn disturbed the both of you. "Enjoy Washington!" You embraced him in a quick hug. Mycroft didn't hug back, he never did. "I packed a packet of haribo starmix in your hand luggage because I know you love them and that you kinda hate airplane food. I also got the packet with the most gummy hearts in it because I know they're your favourite."

"You're very thoughtful..." he walked to the door and you saw him out.

"Yeah well I'd do the same for all my boys," you smiled to yourself and opened the door for him. Mycroft stepped out onto the landing with a half smile on his face. You leaned yourself against the doorframe "Tell me when you land. You know I always worry."

"I will, I'll see you soon. Don't have any house parties while I'm away..." he warned with a stern look.

You raised a brow "Don't you start any wars because I just cleaned out my room the other day. I don't want my efforts wasted!" You retorted back with a smirk.

"I'll try my best," he sarcastically grinned "Goodbye and thanks again, Y/N." you waved him off before shutting the door back over again. You decided to head back to bed and squeeze in a few hours sleep.

Your eyes struggled to open, they were almost adamant in staying shut. When they did open again you noticed it was approaching half eight in the morning, a tired groan escaped your lips as you got up out of bed. You opened the door and found John frantically rushing up and down the hall to get ready for work.

"Morning Y/N!" He chirped.

"Morning John, I'm going to make some tea. Do you want a cup before heading off to work?" You asked whilst making yourself one.

"Oh yes please!" He tied up his shoes and you poured out the boiling water in to mugs. "Sleep well?" He asked taking the cup from you.

"Not really..." you breathed out and looked in the direction of Dolores "All I could hear was snoring."

John nodded with a smirk "Me too." You rested your bum against the worktop as you sipped on your tea. John was on his phone, you assumed he was messaging Mary giving her an advanced notice that he'd be leaving soon and would pick her up on the way to the doctors surgery.

"You needing a lift to work?" John asked, not removing his eyes from his phone screen.

"Nope, I've finished my press statement so I don't have to be in today, no meetings or anything either. I might help Sherlock if he has a case."

John let out a snort of laughter "Who's more demanding? Sherlock or the prime minister?"

"Sherlock, hands down!" You giggled.

"Morning..." a sleepy voice appeared out of nowhere.

"Morning Greg," both you and John spoke at the same time. You automatically made Greg a cup of tea and he took it from you with a thankful smile.

"I'm sorry if Dolores kept you up," he grimaced slightly.

"It's alright," you assured, not wanting to upset him "How is she getting home?"

Greg sighed "I can drop her off before heading into work, I should probably wake her up..." he hummed. "Can you two help me?"

You sent John a wry glance out the side of your eye before you both let out a defeated huff of air under your breaths and placed down your tea. You followed Greg into the living room and he gently tried to wake Dolores up, after a few sleepy grunts and groans, she began to wake. Greg dashed to the kitchen to grab her a glass of water while you and John attempted to get her off the couch.

"Bath-bathroom..." she grumbled while hunched over.

"What did she say?" John asked before a loud gagging noise filled the room.

You let out a gasp before both you and John released your grasp on Dolores, making her fall back on to the couch.

You shut over your eyes and remained frozen on the spot next to John. "Please tell me that didn't just happen..." you asked in a quiet tone and grabbed onto his arm.

"Yeah," John groaned "It did."

"What's all the-" Greg arrived back into the living room "-noise...?" He uttered out and you opened your eyes again. Your left leg and John's right leg was covered in sick.

"I'm showering first!" John quickly waddled to the bathroom.

"No!" You groaned and tried to catch up with him but he landed to get there first. "Expect payback John Watson!" You banged your palms against the door. You sighed and rested your head against the door.

"Y/N I am so, so sorry!" Greg was genuinely completely and utterly mortified.

"It's fine..." you muttered and suddenly the bathroom door opened. You barged passed John and slammed the door shut, almost tearing off your trousers. When you got into the shower you pressed your forehead against the cold tiles and let out a long, disappointed sigh.

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