Sharingclothes Stories

"Morning," Scaramouche whispered, kissing the top of Layla's head. "...already?" she whined, melting further into her boyfriend's embrace. She wrapped her left arm around his waist and buried her head in his chest. "Isn't it the weekend? Don't you have a day off?" Scaramouche whispered into her ear. "There's no such thing as a day off for a scholar," Layla softly stated, raising her voice as if to emphasise the dramatic-ness of her statement.

just some unnamed character fluff! prompt requests are always open! <3

Not a description but I posted this to ao3 so if your like"erm did you steal this" yeah from myself 🫡

Tamaki's hero work leaves him anxious and exhausted, but Mirio's solution is simple: swap clothes, share some laughter, and remind Tamaki he's more courageous than he knows.

Mako goes out to complete some weekly errands and Wu decides to come along. When the two men are finally finished with their grocery shopping and leave the shop, they stroll along the city, on their way to the next errand. But a thunderous rainstorm hits Republic City, leaving Mako and Wu standing in the midst of it. Mako and Wu strangle along, racing back to the warmth of Mako's home. In the safety of Mako's apartment, They're stuck for the rest of the night, leaving Mako alone with Wu, bringing him to endure yet another (strange) domestic situation beside Wu. The old prince always knew how to make himself at home in Mako's apartment, much to Mako's secret delight.

Sodapop forgot that Johnny has been stealing his flannels for almost the whole week, and it's time for Sodapop to get back. This was first posted on Ao3 10/19/22

Andreas is sick but won't admit it andStephan insists of taking care of him. A slight hint of romantic tension.

EIGHTY FICS FOR TWENTY ONE PILOTS WHAT IS MY LIFE.

"So I'm your boyfriend now, huh? Didn't even bother telling me what the hell was going on?" Han calls it temporary, a flat lie to silence rumors, something that seems harmless. Minho has been in love with him for eight years. And pretending might be the cruelest thing they've ever done.

Bakugou Katsuki lives as a transgender man attending UA to become a Pro-Hero, however an unexpected period leads to an awkward and upsetting misunderstanding which results in his best friend and crush, Kirishima Eijirou, finding out his secret. And Kirishima, being the angel he is, isn't about to let Bakugou close himself off without showing him how just how manly and special he is in Kirishima's eyes. Disclaimer: Cover Image and characters involved do not belong to me, unfortunately 😂! Also posted on AO3 under JupiterRose (Titanshifter94)

Frank was walking back from a local show when he was mauled by a... he's really not sure what. Between the nightmares and his friends attempts at prying, Frank would rather pretend it never happened. Easier said than done. . This story features mild gore and themes of trauma.

BxB! MxB! Don't like it, don't read! Time Travel! x Waking up in his twelve-year-old body with extra appendages (Naruto was going to kill Kurama for that) and trying to not act like he was losing his mind was one of the most tiring and complicated things Naruto has ever done. Now, If only Sakura would stop shouting at him and Sasuke would stop being such a big duckbutt. And if Kakashi could stop staring at him, that would be great too. x !Some strong foul langugae The first five chapters were written by @theygone. Inspired by ThetaWolfe's Brokenly Twisted. Or alternatively, my take on it. Credits go to the original author. (Just so you know I myself have never read that particular story, I'm just copying what TheyGone put originally as I'm going to keep to the description as much as possible.) Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor it's character and neither did the original author for this story. We just own the plot.

"This jacket sure is warm and cozy, gosh-" He paused to kiss the top of Schlatt's head, "I might just melt-" A melodic kiss to the brow "Wow, I'm so warm-" An angelic peck to the shell of his ear, "-and comfortable right now." A kiss sullen against his lips, only for a moment, a ghost of what could really be, but they were too lost in their banter to feel the surge in their chests from each other's lips. Schlatt would hang his arms over Wilbur's shoulder's, clawing his hoodie from the back, now hiding his face in Wilbur's warmth, too cold to bother biting back, though only for a moment, as banter would ensue soon. As Schlatt could feel blood rush to his face once more, banter was quick on it's toes to be afoot them.

After a late-night excursion with Boston Lily, Shane returns to the hotel room as usual. Only... there's one glaring difference. northscotia on ao3