#hes still napping in my drafts rn

[kisscara]

HELLO 👋 I was just gonna ask if baby Kuzushi will ever come back??

P.s : I love the way u write scaramouche !!!

OUR FAVE CARBON COPY OF SCARA WILL BE BACK SOON DW !!!

[fallingforyouforeverr]

𝐍𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

summary: Oscar misses a team meeting, but when Lando goes to look for him, he gets a surprise

author's note: i finally published my first f1 fic!! sorry it's so short, but I have a bunch of other drafts I'm working on rn that will hopefully be finished soon. also, i literally wrote this at midnight inspired by a picture i saw on Pinterest so it's kinda bad but oh well

warnings: none, just fluff (600+ words)

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It was no secret to anyone that Oscar was a clingy boyfriend. The other drivers loved to compare him to a koala because of how often he would wrap himself around you, pulling you close to him and resting his head on top of yours. Although he often annoyed others by getting distracted by you, they couldn't even blame you for it and even Zak had to admit his clingyness was actually quite cute.

Today however, it was annoying – especially to Lando who had spent the last 20 minutes searching for his teammate after he failed to show up to the team meeting. He had already checked everywhere he could think of and was beginning to contemplate calling the police and reporting the younger boy missing when he heard a faint snore coming from a small room on his left. Slowly pushing open the door, Lando was met with the sight of you and Oscar sleeping on a sofa, your limbs so tightly wrapped around each other that it was hard to tell where you ended and he began.

As quietly as he could, Lando took out his phone and snapped a picture of the two of you and posted it on his story. He slid it back in his pocket, wondering how to wake his teammate without disturbing you, when Oscar stirred, stretching out his long limbs and opening his bleary eyes.

"Wakey wakey sleepyhead," Lando teased, causing the other boy to groan.

Oscar wriggled his arm out from under you, bringing it up to rub his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked.

"It's almost 2"

"WHAT!" Oscar shot up, accidentally waking you in the process, "shit I missed the meeting didn't I."

"Oz? What's wrong?" You spoke as you sat up, voice still slightly scratchy from sleep.

He froze, looking at you with wide eyes and a guilty expression. "Um... I forgot to set an alarm and I kinda slept through the team meeting."

"Oscar!" You scolded with a laugh, " Zak is gonna be so mad!"

Lando chuckled, making you jump as you hadn't realised he was there. "Oh yeah, he's pissed by the way."

Dragging a hand down his face with a sigh, your boyfriend reluctantly pulled himself out of your arms and stood up. "I'm gonna go catch up with the team," he announced, raking a hand through his hair as he rushed out to the garage.

"Oh I can't wait to see what Zak is gonna say about this" Lando began, a grinning cheekily at you. Narrowing your eyes at him in response, he held up his hands in surrender. "Ok, alright, I'm going!"

Smiling wryly at his childish antics, you began packing away your stuff, knowing that Oscar would be finished soon as he tended to become antisocial when tired. Just as you finished putting the last item in your bag, the Australian appeared in the doorway, affection laced with exhaustion in his eyes as he observed you. When you had finished, he held out his hand for you to grab as he led you through the McLaren hospitality. You had almost reached the exit when a familiar voice rang out behind you.

"Ah, Oscar, there you are!"

You both turned around guiltily to come face to face with a less than pleased Zak Brown. "We missed you in the meeting earlier, mate. I hope that nap was worth it."

"Oh yeah sorry I was um-" Oscar paused, a frown overtaking his features as he realised what the older man had said. "Wait how do you know about that?"

Zak chuckled, calling over his shoulder as he walked away, "Let's just say a certain someone isn't very good at keeping secrets."

"Lando, that absolute muppet!"

[girlygguk]

OLD DRAFT / CUT SCENE / NOT IN THE MAIN FIC

omfg??? i’m going thru easy chap 1 rn and LOOK at what i just found in my docs from the og outline... AHHHHHHHHHH 🗣️🗣️🗣️ they were initially gonna be bffs that kiss in the first fawking draft...😭 boundaries is not a word in my vocabulary actually

idol jk x idol fem reader, sleepy cuddling, s i m p jeon jeongguk, touchey lovey bffs, sfw, fluff, 531 words

“when are you gonna get a bigger bed? you have superstar money now; i think you can afford to upgrade to at least a double…”

jungkook’s lips curved into a soft smile at your teasing, though his eyes remained closed. you weren’t wrong — he could upgrade. hell, he could buy ten california kings without even batting an eyelid. he’s nineteen now, probably overdue for something a little more grown-up than a single bed.

…but during his rookie days, he fought so hard for this single bed. it wasn’t just a bed. it was victory.

out of two crappy choices in the room he shared with taehyung and jimin, it was the better option: a tiny single bed where his feet hung slightly off the edge or half of a squeaky, ratty bunk. it had taken him three hours of intense negotiations, whining, and almost getting his ass beat by both his hyungs to claim it as his. giving it up now just because he had money felt wrong. it was the sentiment... right?

right. and maybe — juuuust maybe — it had something to do with how this bed kept you so close to him when you wanted to relax. what if he upgraded, and suddenly there was too much space? what if you didn’t cuddle as close anymore?

“i will soon, haven’t had the time lately,” he finally responded, his voice soft and unhurried.

“oo, do you wanna go furniture shopping? we can sit on all the fancy display chairs and beds like we always do, but this time you’ll actually be buying something—”

“later,” he cut you off with a small smile, his eyes still closed but shifting a little closer until he could feel your breath ghosting over his face. “we’ll go later.”

“kay,” you murmured, your eyelids growing heavier as you watched his peaceful features. “you gonna nap?”

“want to,” he nodded gently. “d’you?”

you reached out to brush a piece of fringe from his eyes, the movement making it fall in soft waves. “sure,” you murmured, your fingers lingering for just a moment before settling back under your cheek. as you snuggled into his pillow, his familiar scent enveloped you, a warm, comforting embrace that felt like home.

but just as your body started to relax, you sat up abruptly, reaching for your phone. jungkook’s eyes slowly cracked open, heavy with sleep as he watched you.

“whatcha doing?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with a gentle rasp.

“setting an alarm,” you replied, rubbing the back of his hand as it rested between you. “have dance practice at 12, nari-unnie will kill me if i’m late.”

“ss’ok, i’ll wake you up.”

you glanced down at him, your lips twitching into a small, knowing smile. you both knew he’d do no such thing.

his soft, fluffy hair framed his face, his pouty lips slightly parted, just enough to reveal a hint of his bunny teeth. his big, sleepy eyes gazed up at you with a quiet patience, boba-like and heavy with drowsiness. adorable.

wordlessly, you finished setting the alarm, placing your phone on his bedside table before slipping back under the blanket. this time, you moved closer, and without hesitation, his hand lifted, draping naturally over your waist as you shuffled nearer, closing the small gap between you.

the room fell into a peaceful silence, your breathing syncing as you both basked in the quiet comfort of each other.

until his soft voice broke the stillness.

“you smell so good.”

“yeah?” you murmured, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“yeah,” he replied, a little dazed.

“it’s the perfume you bought me,” you reminded him, the smile audible in your tone.

“i know,” he whispered, the distance between you shrinking as his hand slid further around your waist, his fingers curling gently over your side.

“was it expensive?” you teased lightly.

“mhm.” even with his eyes closed, he could sense the way your head turned into the pillow, your neck slightly bared. he leaned forward, just a little, until there was no space left between you.

you exhaled softly as his nose brushed against the crook of your neck, and your hand shifted to rest gently on his chest.

“really expensive…” he hummed into your skin, his breath warm against your pulse. “spent all my money on it. i’m broke now.”

[croucify]

✶ hamzahthefantastic universal studios hcs

A/N: this is based on los angeles universal studios btw aaand don’t have any ideas for fics rn so i finished this draft i started when i was on vacation!!!! if u have any reqs send em in <3

✶ gets u both early access for the mario world, waking u up SOOOO early so u guys can be first in line before it gets long

✶ points at EVERYTHING he sees in the park

“oh my god is that yoshi?”

“babe holy shit, they have pinocchio from shrek as the cinema attendant for the tickets”

✶ when it gets too sunny and u guys are in line, he moves to where the sun is hitting u and kinda becomes an umbrella/wall so his back was now the one being hit by the sun

✶ tries his best to keep his hands off u and to not make u two like those couples hugging each other when in line for rides

✶ gets excited when he sees the mascots taking pics and begging you to take one with them

“please take one of me with the minion and i promise it will be my last… unless we see shrek.” he tells you as he held your hand in his while pouting a bit to convince you.

✶ takes pictures of you and all the parts of the park, not wanting to miss a part of it

✶ u two eat before the studio tour but he ends up napping with his head on your shoulder as the tour guide yapped and yapped (getting up early got to him)

✶ at waterworld, he chooses to sit first row which gets the both of you splashed by water

“i’m taking this as a sign to buy a shirt here now…”

✶ but when he sees the prices of the clothing pieces at universal, he curses himself out but still ends up getting u both matching shirts

✶ when someone recognizes him at the park and asks for a picture, he always immediately asks for ur permission if it was alright for u as he always separates his personal life from his work life

✶ holds your hand when you guys are in rides so he could “keep you safe” but he ends up being the one screaming and squeezing your hand during the ride

✶ takes loooootttsss of pictures of u, asking u to stand there and post and some were taken in secret

✶ in harry potter world, he speaks in a british accent when talking to anyone even to u and when he gets to the wand experience, he says all the spells completely wrong but still with a british accent

that’s all :P

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LMK IF U WANNA BE ADDEDDD!!!

[michelletsw]

Twisted wonderland boys with a s/o that's deathly scared of spiders

Twisted wonderland boys reactions to walking in on there s/o standing on something looking like there going to cry trying to kill a big spider. I'm changing them up a bit gets kinda random with the hair spray lol. What I don't have jack favoritism?? Shush

This is just the savanaclaw bois I'm working on diasomnia in my drafts rn so sorry for the wait I also finished vila part sorry about that TwT

Warnings ⚠️ cursing, not spell checked,

Heartslabyel, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, savanaclaw, diasomnia.

Savanaclaw

Leona

He was at spell drive practice while you where in his room waiting for him to come back, you where siting on his bed doing school work taking a small break and stretching you flop down on his bed and looking at the ceiling... 🕷... *Insert blank stare* it moves, you jump and scream falling off the bed your school work forgotten as you back yourself into a corner still sitting on the floor as you stare up at the spider teary eyed. Leona walking back to his room frustrated from practice and just wanting to take a nap he hears your scream as he walks down the hall then a thud he immediately run to his room throwing the door open only to see you in the corner of his room and his bed a mess "what the hell happened?" Pointing up at the spider he's sighs rubbing the back of his neck, he grabs one of his shoes he gets the spider to move on the wall and he kills it mumbling about "your lucky I love you" under his breath you stand up and he grabs your waist and pulls you in bed with him "don't you think it's only fair to be my pillow after I helped you?" You end up napping together. Rip your school work

Ruggie

That evneing he was off running around doing tasks for leona and what not you wanted to do something nice so you got him some doughnuts. you where waiting in his room and thought maybe you should clean alittle picking up laundry and trash nothing to big like moving his stuff around but you moved the laundry basket to the side and boom the loudest scream could be heard coming from ruggies room, you jumped on the bed falling over in the process but quickly got up a spider could be seen crawling away from where you where standing 0.5 seconds ago and climbing up the wall watching it the entire time as your eyes got teary. Ruggie was on his way back to his room happy to see you after a long day a cheary smile on his face till there was a loud scream from down the hall in his room. His ears straightened and he started sprinting to his room opening the door he see you standing on his bed "what happened? Are you okay?" Very much confused and concerned the boy started at you, lifting your arm up and pointing to the wall you looked at him with tears forming in your eyes. Looking where you where pointing he sighed "your going to have a hard time back home.." mumbling under his breath he took his shoe off and killed the spider. looking back at you he walked over and started teasing you till he smelt doughnuts "got something for me?" His voice very playful seeming to be calm now you reach in your bag and hand him a box of doughnuts.

Jack

Out for his morning run you of course still in bed because I'm not getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go running anyway you stayed the night at his dorm and where just waking up did your morning stuff Yada Yada then you decided to check out Jack's cacti. Examining them and looking at the ones starting to sprout flowers, you turned one of the pots to see one of the sprouting flowers and almost dropped the pot you placed it down and backed away immediately a brown garden spider crawled away and into another pot. You where leaned up against his bed and almost stared crying, jack opened the door to his room surprised to see you still here you look up at him and he sees youe teary eyes "what happened?" You explained theres a spider in his cacti pots and he sighed "you mean the garden spider? Was it brown?" You nod your head "oh they actually help the plants they eat other bugs and stuff but I can take it outside if it bothers you" you can see his tail wagging slightly he grabs an empty water cup from his desk side and a piece of paper caught the spider and took it outside after he comes back he takes a shower then if you ask about it he'll explain more about cactus facts with spiders and bugs! Sweet boi!

@student-in-devildom ♡

[alienoresimagines]

Oooh tell me about "Gale's very bad, very dangerous, not brilliant at all idea" and "Your Heart Will Always Be Known To Me" 👀

- @majorbuckyegan

Gale's very bad, very dangerous, not brilliant at all idea

The summary I have written in my drafts : After the Stalag, Buck struggles with the cold. He feels frozen to the bone even under the warm sun of summer, or under thick blankets that leave him sweating out of his skin. Still, he can’t get warm. The only way he can ever feel warmth again is curled up safely in Bucky’s arms but when the latter has to stay at work for longer than usual, Buck has to find other ways to get warm.

AKA Buck's perception of what too hot is for a shower is a bit screwed and Bucky'll have to deal with the consequences of it when he gets home :)

It'll be Part 5 of my series "I built a home (For you, For me)" exploring Clegan post war life!

Your Heart Will Always Be Known To Me

This fic!!! Made me pull an all nighter because I could not stop writing! Gale had me at gun point fr

It's an answer to the prompt NAP (Sender cuddles up to Receiver while he's resting) except Gale is a menace who decided that his cuddle session had to be a bit heated. Everyone says thank you Meatball who I forgot I'd put in the bedroom until I remembered that he was. Right there. Mostly it's all about them knowing the other by heart lol

Here's a snippet : “So, uh, you remember that Jones kid ?” It’s a terribly endearing attempt at distraction but Gale lets it slide, biting his bottom lip to reign his smile in. However Bucky must see it because he taps his forefinger under his lip with a gentle tut, eyes crinkling when Buck smiles wider, unable not to. John smiles and so Gale does too, like a sunflower rising to follow the sun. But the glint in Bucky’s eyes is smug and knowing, the curve of his lips slightly cocky as he looks up at him. In retaliation, Buck starts drawing mindless patterns on his chest with the tips of his fingers and pretends he doesn’t hear the hitch in the other’s breath nor feel his heart speeding up under his chin. Instead, he hums, and answers John’s question.

It's also part 2 of my Post war series :) It's in the last editing stage rn

[everyothernamistaken]

chaos

so like the conclusion of my stupidity, tech week has dawned upon me, it fucking sucks and fuckint hell my father woke up just to yell about random shit why does he do this but anyways so they drafted me to do spotlights, ive nwver done a theater thint and i never will again becaude a decent chunk of the ppl there make me quesrion my sanity but basicly i spendlike 6 hours a day in a box in the celing inhailing probably toxic fumes from rhe light wich burns my hands because it was designed by a idior who must have been blind cause you cant aim it and rhe handles are conected to the several hundred degree loghts so that sucjs, also they never trained me they litterslt sent me up and told me to turn nobs till i know what im doing. Concequently, i might ruin a entire musical! Also chucklenuts mcvehicularmanslaughter was for some unholy reason back which is strange because he moved and got dumped by my ex who i apparently was never going out with, but yeah that was weird but then i demolished those theater kids in music trivia. Then this one girl i kicked in the face like a few months ago kept talking to me, i think i saw her taking pictures of me earlier which is weird but she rambles alot and im not sure how to feel about her maybe its morbid curiosity like she is a small bit nuts(most hyperactiver person ive seen recently) but like entertaining to whitness. Also despite havint no freerime i have to write a amicus curae thing for school and i do NOT want to do that. Also the onlything ive eaten in the past like since tursday (5days) is like peanutbuuter jelly sandwiches beef jerky and cheeze its so im eatin good. Also for like the first time in 10 years i had a caffene becayse my mother doesnt buy coffee with cafeene so like idk i drank tea and then wad hyperactive for like 6 hours and nearly punched a compjter because it was slow i couldnt sit still today but then like ibgot really tired durring being in the box and i rhink the fog macheenes and fumes were getting to be because i nearly passed out.also the box was full of dust when we got it bevause like we were the first to go up there in like a year so we spent 2 houra cleaninf it and my eyes were burning. Also yesterday when i was wating by the door up to the box area, some girl walked by me and in like the most depreced way possible said hi to me which was like reallg wierd because like i think i have pissed off peiple i do not know as opposed to mepissing off people i do know

I dont feel good rn i need a nap nap i need to be snug as a bug i am snug as a bug like on god i am cozy rnbut my hair is wet which is hell, ik some people like sleeping with wet hair but they are also insane so idk

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Woolen Hollow sounds so intriguing and draws me in!! Tell me about it!!

Okay so Woolen Hollow is my fantasy novel that I got 10k into and then realized it was boring so I set aside the draft and started over but this time in 1st person POV (which I've never written in before) to give it a more engaging voice and I started with them already on the road rather than dinking around at home and I like it sooooo much better now. Unfortunately I've only written just over 1k because other things have the priority rn

But there is magic! The kind you control and the kind that controls you. And there is love! The kind between siblings (for better or for worse), between two boys lost in the woods and the world, and between a girl and her sheep. And there is a conniving lying cheat of a fiance who thinks she's hot shit but is ultimately going to be taken down by a closeted shut-in who will carry the guilt of scrambling her noodle for the rest of his life. There will be choices and consequences and lots of bickering and banter because I'm still me.

Anyway, meet Midge and Jax!

*

“Sweet soil, Midge. Keep it down or they’ll think we raised you with the sheep.”

I don’t pause my cursing for a second as Jax squats in front of me where I’m sat, filthy and tear-stained, at the base of the tree that did me wrong. He reaches for my arm but a hard boot to his knee knocks him on his ass and gives me precious seconds to come to terms with the hot, sharp pain radiating from my forearm.

Jax shakes his hair out of his eyes and glares. “The longer you drag this out, the further behind we’re going to fall and you know none of them will wait for us.”

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” I spit. I draw my arm against my chest and press back into the tree as he gets to his knees. “This is my thing. You should be at home in your closet.”

“Did I hallucinate your last ten birthdays? You sound like a child.” He reaches for me again. “Hold still. I need to see how bad it is.”

With grit teeth, I hold very still.

Jax sighs. “You are the most obstinate— Let me see it.”

With great reluctance, I uncurl from around my arm and hold it aloft for him to see. It looks fine. Normal. There’s some blood on my sleeve but that’s from earlier when I had to chase Sarsaparilla out of the bramble. I’ll be up for hours tonight combing the stickers from her wool while she’s too drowsy to put her usual fight.

With deft fingers, Jax unties the leather cord that keeps my sleeve flush against my skin, both for insulation and to keep from leaving tattered bits of cloth all through the forest, and rolls back my sleeve.

I suck in a sharp breath and look away. Blood I can handle. Feces, fine. Snot, sweat, sheep urine, and other various oozes and slimes—bring it on.

But bodies bending where they should not? Lumps that speak of damage unseen under the surface, broken with no clear simple treatment? It makes my skin crawl.

Jax clicks his tongue. “You got yourself good, smidgling.”

“Take your dirt nap, jaxass.”

He ignores me. “I have some [APOTHECARY STUFF] in my pack. It’ll help with the pain and swelling. If you take [MORE APOTHECARY STUFF] and let me splint it, it should be usable by next week.”

“That’s forever. There’s so much I have to—,”

“I can’t work miracles,” he snaps. “I’m telling you what I can do.”

He juts to his feet and towers over me, but not in an intimidating way. More like a stick bug—all bones with no meat—or a single reed in a field of clover, doomed to be slapped around in the wind without the protection of a bed. If he didn’t hole himself up with his cauldron day in and day out, he’d be as broad as Ham. Instead, he’s thin, whippy, and about as threatening as a cooked noodle.

I stagger to my feet and don’t bother trying to swat away the dirt that clings to my pants. Sudden movement makes a shooting pain fly up my arm, through my shoulder, and into my teeth. You only chew tin foil once before you learn to not fucking do that.

“Let’s catch up to the group. Maybe Ham can grow me a new arm. I bet it’ll only take a minute.”

Jax makes a sour face and turns on his heel. His long-legged stride takes no consideration for my short quick steps. “If we’re lucky he’ll grow you a new head while he’s at it.”

The rock I kick ricochets off his ankle and disappears into the forest but he doesn’t give me the satisfaction of looking back.

Brothers.

[crashtestdummy1003]

this came to me in a dream. its about the dca x my self insert btw. Mainly moon hes my bbg, sun is just here bc I wanted to write the silly guy

TW for nausea and feelin icky, some cussing

Forgot to count the words and at this point I refuse to, mobile tumblr is being a biotch to me rn

(I made this all up on the spot based on like 5 seconds of a dream I had, it was written in my tumblr drafts with no beta reads, we die like men in my blog)

Running, they had been running. Glancing down, Ange saw that their sheets were wrapped around their legs in random patterns. Yeah, that checks out.

I just wanted to nap (my y/n x sun and moon) ((mostly moon))

Ange laid on their bed in the dark, eyes cracked open slightly. What time was it? Their mouth was dry and hands sweaty, brows furrowed so hard their head hurt. It took only a few seconds for their dream to return to them.

But what had they been running from? They couldn't remember now, the little details already slipping their mind. Their bed felt so soft compared to its usual stiffness, and they just wanted to sink back into it.

Groaning, Ange fought their urges and sat up, stretching their arms behind their back until they felt a few pops from their back and shoulders, humming quietly as they relaxed. Their glasses were still on their face, one side hanging below their ear. After fixing the frame's fit over their ears, the human dropped their hand to their side. Their hand fell on something cool and smooth on the bed beside them; their phone. Two taps on the screen revealed the time, 2:48 A.M.

No wonder everything felt hazy and weird, they'd napped for six hours after their last shift. Rubbing their eyes, Ange reached to their left, where their drawing tablet was usually charging on their bedside table. They could stand to draw for a little while, at least until it came time to get ready for their next shift at the daycare.

Their hand fell through the air, not making contact with anything.

With a jolt, Ange uncovered their eyes and looked over the walls around them. Even in the dark, they could see the silhouettes of a few peices of furniture- a desk, what looked like a dresser, and a bookshelf- that didn't match the furnishings of their room at home.

A quick glance at the wall before them and Ange could see a dim glow illuminating a large rectangle set in the wall. A door, hopefully leading to a familiar place. Okay. Weird.

They began to stand, but the moment their knees straightened out the world tipped sideways. Their vision blurred and swam uncomfortably as a darkness creeped into their periferals. The ground beneath Ange's feet felt like the floor of a ship, swaying with invisible waves. The bed felt so far away.

Wherever here was.

Stumbling, they took a step towards the door. It was directly in front of the bed, not to the left like it should have been. One agonizingly slow step after the other, they made their way to the door. They needed to get out of here.

After what felt like an eternity, Ange fell against the door, using the solid surface to steady themself. Closing their eyes, they rested their forehead against the cool door and took shuddering breaths, trying not to inhale too deeply. Their lungs were on fire, but it felt like if they breathed too deeply they would throw up the mac and chesse they had at lunch.

Ange was never the type to get sick; they couldn't remember the last time they threw up. Where had this nausea come from?

Maybe that mac and cheese had been a bad idea, they thought, their hand falling to the doorknob. They needed to stand straight up. The longer they leaned against this door, the heavier their eyelids grew.

Reluctantly, Ange leaned back and gripped the door knob, but it turned without their input. Stumbling back just in time to avoid being smacked by the door, their eyes widened.

"Oh, Sunshine!" A cooing voice came from a good three feet above Ange. They snapped their gaze up to meet the familiar face of the Superstar Daycare attendant. The round face of a sun half-covered by a cresent moon was surrounded by triangle shaped rays that spun and shifted into and out of the attendant's faceplate as he talked.

"You're supposed to be resting! You had quite the spell earlier." The robot tilted his head at the human, his white optics staring into Ange's hazel eyes. The human flinched from the eye contact, the attendants eyes a harsh flash of light in the otherwise dim room. The only thing combating the white glow was the light spilling in from the open door. It was already giving them a headache, only now amplified by their astigmatism reacting to the brightly and sudden light. They raised a hand to cover their eyes, squinting, but five large silicon-cased fingers caught their wrist.

"Not speaking? That's okay! I can speak for both of us!" Sun took Ange's other wrist in his other hand. "Oh, you must have just woken up! I'll bring Moon back to put you to sleep after I check on you." He began to walk, or rather drag, them back to the bed. The human squirmed, but their vision swam and their stomach flipped at all the movement, forcing them to follow Sun's nonverbal commands.

"Where-" Their voice came out as a rasp, and a lump rose in their throat. "Where are we?" They asked weakly, voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, that's not important!" He spun his rays cheerfully and picked the human up by their wrists before plopping them back in the bed.

"Sun." Ange croaked, their throat burning. They swallowed, hard, and tried to push through. "This isn't, uh, this.. this isn't the.. daycare..?" They ended it with an unsure lift of their voice.

"What an observation!" Sun clapped gleefully. "No, we're not in the daycare, Sunshine!" He sat on the edge of the bed, tilting his head and grinning. (Well, he was always grinning, but Ange could tell when it was genuine after months of working with him.)

"Somebody's.. house..?" Ange added, unsure. The robot's sharp rays spun again, faster this time with a few loud clicks. He just leaned his head to the side, so much so that his long torso bent until he was looking sideways at the human.

Ange narrowed their eyes, leaning back into the many pillows piled onto the bed. Once they were laying down, their body felt almost normal.

"Don't play with me." They growled, trying to be somewhat intimidating.

A dark giggle from Sun proved their method ineffective.

"Oh, you are so cute when you try to be serious!" He chuckled, reaching a large hand forward and pressing his finger against their nose. "Boop!"

Ange felt their face heat up. They pushed his hand away, the movement causing their arm and wrist to tire much easier than they'd have liked.

Grinding their teeth together, they hissed out, "Stop treating me like a kid. Tell me what's-" another rise in their throat they had to swallow down- "wh-what's going on-" They sputtered out, voice cracking in the effort to not puke all over Sun and his(?) room.

"You can learn all of that when you're better, my friend! I'll get you some water, and then Moonie can come out to sing you to sleep!" He giggled again. "Oh, maybe not sing. You know how he is!"

Ange couldn't find the words (or energy) to respond, watching Sun stand and walk to the door. The light from the hallway outlined his body as he reached the wall.

"Oh, and Sunshine-" He rested a hand on the door, turning to face Ange, then spasmed. A flash of black appeared in one of his optics and his hand on the door tensed, fingers curling, before it threw the door shut.

Ange flinched, eyes widening as Sun grabbed his head and muttered frantically, sounding something along the lines of, "No, no, no, they're not ready yet!"

Ange curled their legs to their chest, sucking in a breath. Immediately they regretted it, feeling an itch in their throat before they started coughing. It wasn't even that bad, but they were out of breath after the ten seconds it took to stop. They only looked up when they heard the daycare attendant speak again.

"Moon, you--!" Sun hissed, his voicebox crackling as if he wanted to add more. Before he could finish however, his sunrays started to fold around his head and tuck themselves into his faceplate.

Moon was coming out, Ange realized. Could he always do that? Turn out the lights on Sun? Take control of a part of his body? They'd only seen the attendant change once, and it was just as shocking the second time around.

Sun's poofy jester pants split in half along each leg, likely held there with a wire outline (or something, Ange wasn't very good with robotics, they just guessed). They were replaced with a pair looping over in the opposite fashion, stars replacing pinstripes.

The attendant's optics flashed black, to white, to black again before landing on the darker color and staying there. A red pinpoint of light was visible in the eyes, looking almost like it was floating in the darkness.

The last change was Moon's hat, unfolding and popping up from a compartment behind his head. The robot's recently upright posture was now downturned, hunched with his arms swaying at his sides.

The red pupils in his eyes snapped to Ange, his head unmoving.

"Moon-" Ange sat up, then hissed as their body screamed to lay back down. They ignored their body's warning. "What was that?" They muttered, unable to raise their voice any higher. This was already exhausting.

Moon chuckled darkly, but not another crackle came from his voice box. Ange shifted where they sat uncomfortably. The only thing they could see was the robot's red pupils glowing dimly.

Until they vanished. Shit.

The human knew he could turn his eyes off without hindering his ability to see, something about being a security function? Ange never really listened when the head mechanic explained things like that, but now they wished they had heeded the warnings.

Moon was practically invisible now, and without his voice to tell Ange where to look, he was impossible to find. The human narrowed their eyes and swung their legs over the side of the bed. Just as they began to put pressure on their feet to stand, a voice came from behind them, freezing them in their tracks.

"Oh, no, no." It chastised them in a tone they hadn't been spoken to with since they were young. A click of the tounge and a synthetic sigh followed as a large pair of hands slipped around Ange's waist. "Thats a bad idea, Angel."

Ange flinched at the touch and yelped, jumping away as fast as possible. As soon as they landed, a wave of nausea hit them, tenfold what they had been feeling when sitting.

They doubled over, one hand on the knee for stability and the other covering their mouth. A slight whimper slipped through their fingers as their face scrunched up in pain.

A soft creak sounded from where Ange had just been sat. A patting noise, muffled by pillows and blankets. The quietest jingle of bells before Moon was silent again.

Ange could only imagine how he had perched himself on the bed - he never was one to sit normally. Despite the climbing lump in their throat, the human almost laughed aloud at the idea of the daycare attendant doing some kind of handstand on the bed.

Though, that also meant he was closer to them now. Ange squinted, adjusting their glasses to try and find Moon's outline in the dark.

They just about jumped out of their skin when his eyes were re-illuminated, just inches from their face. They hissed a quiet "son of a--" and put their hands where they could only assume Moon's shoulders were, in a feeble attempt to shove him back. Immedietly their arms began to ache, as if they had just worked out, but they refused to release the pressure.

The robot hardly moved an inch at first, but seemed to decide on humoring the much weaker being's attempts, taking a small step back and humming in the sinister way he always did.

Ange's head was spinning, and it felt like they weren't getting enough air after all that excitement. They closed their eyes for a second to blink, and the next thing the knew a pair of familiar hands were cupping their face, stopping them from falling over.

"I told you standing was a bad idea. Naughty, naughty~" Moon hummed, turning over the human's face in his hands. His tone lacked something, though. He wasn't trying to scare them this time. He tapped their cheek softly a few times. "You never listen, starlight."

"Yeah, well-" Ange cleared their throat, wincing as it burned. "Yeah, well, its hard to.." They swallowed, wincing again. "Its hard to want to stay in the same spot when you're.. when you're trying to scare me-" God, this was painful. It was a little more bearable now, though, with Moon acting as a physical support.

Cool metal digits slid from the human's cheeks down their neck, then jumped to their wrists. Moon kept his gaze on their face, though, watching as they shivered under the cold touch.. He gently held their wrist, tugging softly. His other hand stayed securely under their chin.

"You need to lie down. You need to sleep."

Ange shook their head no, even as they fought back a yawn.

"Angel." Moon began their name, a warning. Ange narrowed their eyes, but then quickly opened them again. They didn't want to close them for too long.

"Tell me what happened first."

Another synthetic sigh, annoyed. Moons eyes searched Ange's for something as he seemed to mull it over.

"..Sun found you. You were unconscious in the break room after your shift." He began, slowly.

Ange nodded along, silently urging him to continue. They already knew that part. Thank the gods Moon could see in the dark; if they had to push verbally they felt as if they'd throw up.

"Your body temperature was rising rapidly. So we brought you to the nap area to keep a better eye on you." As Moon spoke, he traced circles and stars onto the human's hand.

"We had maintenance, so the daycare closed for the night. We tried to wake you up, but-" He chuckled lightly. "You can guess how that went, cant you, starlight?" Ange nodded weakly, something knawing at their stomach (besides the nausea-).

"We got worried, so we asked Vanessa for a favor." Moon said, and Ange could just hear the sly smile he had on his face right now. "She owed us one, after that night with the naughty boy."

Ah. This was Vanessa making up for the security breach a few months ago. Ange hadn't been there for it, they had plans that night, so they only knew a few details. At least now the bots were allowed to leave every now and then, if they were supervised.

Wait.

"This is Vee's house?" The human asked, followed by a big yawn they couldn't suppress. Another chuckle escaped Moon, and Ange felt both of his hands move to their lower arms, maneuvering them towards the bed. He didn't answer their question.

"Now will you sleep?" There was an edge of annoyance that had been seeping into his tone, likely from Ange's obvious exhaustion that they were ignoring. Caring, but still annoyed. Ange rolled their eyes and nodded. They still had more questions, but those could wait until they woke up again.

Every motion felt like it was done underwater. Moon helped the human into bed, surrounding them with pillows and blankets.

As they were being tucked in, Ange fluttered their eyes open a moment.

"Why was Sun acting so weird?" They whispered.

Moon put a Bonnie plush next to the human, taking a moment to think beforehand.

"Hes worried about you."

Another pause.

"..and he says sorry for treating you like a child."

Ah, the boys were talking in their head again.

"Moon..?"

A sigh. "Yes, starlight?"

"How did you... change.. without Sun letting you?"

The attendant paused, then brushed some hair out of Ange's face, the tips of his silicon coated fingers tickling their skin. He ran his hand down their neck a few times, almost petting them as he decided on what to say.

"...it was already pretty dark in here." He said, definitively. No more on that. Sun and Moon never liked to say much about how they transformed. "Now get some sleep, starlight. Sun will be back to normal after we charge, and you'll see him then."

Ange only yawned in response, their eyes falling shut on their own. The last thing they remembered that night were the cool fingertips running gently along their chin, and the hum of a distant lullaby.

The end, get outta here

[slutforsnow]

Heyyyy sooooo uh... I've been in a shit hole and trust me, I want to do the south park requests, but i fell off that hyperfixation and now am in a chokehold of ITSV/ATSV 😅 I have drafts but rn no motivation for sp and I am SORRY😭 While you wait, here's chapter 1 of my story on AO3, called

The Blue Note

If anyone wants to give me ideas to make the background for the title. That'd be appreciated too😭

Anyways, this fic was inspired by @feyhunter78 's very own Pink Pastels, on AO3. It's a Miguel x y/n fic and ITS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. Go read it, now./nf

Anyways, The Blue Note is an OC x Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk fanfic and it's going okay so far and I hope you like it!

She frowned. Where the hell was it?! She was on a mission for her father and he would not be pleased if she returned empyt handed.

"For the love of the GODS! WHERE IS THE FUCKING THING!!?" She yelled, yanking her mask off her face.

It was the Death Realm, AKA Earth 666, where she born. She had scourged the whole place for a STUPID rock 20 times over already and she still hadn't found it.

It was pissing her off more than the time Lyla had caught her daydreaming. She was the heiress to the Spider Society and WOULD NOT be caught daydreaming about some man. That is an entire level of Hell in itself as she was aroace.

Getting fed up, she typed into her watch, allowing a portal to open up and she walked through it, passing a new comer and heading straight for her father's office/lair thing.

"Koton. You're early," a plain and daunting voice greeted, not looking down at her.

"Yes, I am. I was pissed," She replied hotly. "That place is very angering."

"I am aware, but you need to control yourself there. You know that," He told her. Koton clenched her fist. He just didn't understand.

"I know that, Father. But my subconscious-" She tried to say, only to be silenced when he raised his hand.

"Enough. Go to your room and get your head cleared. You can try again later as right now you're shaking, much worse than last time. The memories coming back must have been worse than last time."

Koton froze, hearing him mention her shaking. She hadn't told him that, nor had he turned to face her. Sensing her surprise, Miguel chuckled and glanced behind himself, and gestured for Koton to come up to onto the platform.

She disappeared into the darkness, then reappeared next to him, looking puzzled. Miguel gently placed a hand onto her head, causing her to semi-relax and she leaned into his protective touch.

"You're my mija, Koton. Even if I don't look at you, I'll always know when you start to panic."

A small smile started to appear on Koton's face and she nodded.

"Okay, papá," She simply said, feeling him pull her hood off to reveal her face to him. She had a few cuts on her face and her eyebags had worsened. Miguel hated sending her to the Death Realm, but she needed to go.

"Now go get yourself cleaned up and take a nap. Your eyebags are getting worse," He told her, earning a small nod from her and she disappeared from him. The last thing he saw before she disappeared in black mist were her blood red predatory eyes flashing against her pale skin.

[heshemejoshi]

Ryuji + Alfyn for the character thing?

ALFYN GREENGRASS (octopath traveler)

First impression: i actually didn’t think much of him at first. he didn’t seem that interesting to me at the time. Boy how the turns ended up tableing.

Impression now: he’s still like one of my fave characters ever tbh.. an inspiration for me in a way too. i can relate to a lot of how he acts in his story

Favorite moment: MULTIPLE ACTUALLY.. that one travel banter where he and therion take a nap at the tavern. the scene in his chapter 1 where he speaks to his mama. the ending of his chapter 2 when he cries after saving the siblings and sickly in town…….. wow……..

Idea for a story: i can’t think of any right now but My god. i have so many fic drafts from years ago. i’m too lazy to find them rn but they’re there ok

Unpopular opinion: i don't like how he's drawn in most official art. i hate how he looks in the art of him in the game (the drawing where he's kneeling and consoling a kid. HE IS MAKING SUCH A DRY EMOTIONLESS FACE that's not HIM!!!!!) i've seen too many fan interpretations and drawn him a lot myself to realize his art lacks swag!!!!!! that he has!!!! in the narrative!!!!! which is crazy

Favorite relationship: OFC alfyn/therion. i also really like (non romantically) alfyn + zeph, alfyn + ophilia, alfyn + olberic, alfyn + primrose. this last one i find so fun because alfyn is so bisexual to me i imagine him finding prim hot because honestly. which bisexual doesn’t?

Favorite headcanon: he’s trans. <3

RYUJI SAKAMOTO (persona 5)

First impression: this dude seems cool. i like his hair and swag (scoliosis)

Impression now: i want to look and be like him in the sense that i want to be rowdy and stupid and look cool. i’m already a lil bit machorra but i want more of that swag. sometimes when i wait at the bus stop i try to mimic how he stands in the game. HELP ME.

Favorite moment: when he leaves to grab a soda and burps just after yusuke reflects about his late mom’s painting of her with him on her arms WHY DID HE DO THAT????? STUPID.

Idea for a story: i could rewrite the entirety of persona 5 better. not because i know how to write but because i am a woman (kind of. it’s complicated)

Unpopular opinion: idk i’m not in the fandom either. and i just finished madarame’s arc LMFAO i’m NOWHERE in this game

Favorite relationship: y’know for headcanoning him as bisexual i actually don’t ship him with anyone super strongly.. i think ryuiji/joker (idk if the protag has a canon name or not yet) and he and yusuke are cute though but i haven’t met yusuke that much in order for me to think about if they’re compatible or nah to be honest it's funny that they both coincidentally have issues with their respective father figures. family trauma is so crazy.

Favorite headcanon: he’s bisexual absolutely. discussed it with a friend while playing and we both agree on the vision

[zerobaseonefics]

IT'S THE ONE AND ONLY OG ANONYMOUS ANON CHOU WASSUP!!

I'm glad you're well! i promise I'll be more online from now on, i even have like 2 pieces almost ready to be posted 🤭 i missed you too bro 💔💔

the only problem is my motivation and shit? like I'm always so determined to do something but that only lasts for max 2 weeks and then it's GONE💀💀 i lost motivation to post so fast ong

but now it's back👹 ALSO CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWERS!! 💗💗 gidle would say you're a queencard (and u are)

anyway now back to "chou's awesome life updates and what not", 1) i got accepted into a school that trains me to become a social assistant so daycare chou is in the making!! and 2) i have like 2 weeks vacation rn (one is already used up i might cry)

ALSO I GOT A NEW KITTEN!! AND HE HAS A SMILEY PATTERN ON HIS FUR ON HIS BACK AND HE'S SOOOO CUTE!!!!!! my mom called him happy because it's "easier and smoother to say than smiley" (she's too lazy to move her mouth too much, such an icon)

theres only 1 issue with that- i have a female dog (coco) and they get along well! but she's kinda starting to get into her mom feels?? like happy is trying to drink milk from her (well he's nibbling at her titties to be exact) and now cocos protection instinct is kicking in💀💀 we also have another cat (boo, he's grown tho) and whenever boo and happy want to play coco chimes in and tries to protect happy from boo. so now me n mom need to get her out of that mindset🥴🥴🥴

ANYWAY HERE'S PICTURES OF THEM

cocos picture is idk 3 years old but WHATEVERRRRRRR

btw have you already checked if your predictions for zb1's comeback were correct? i'm curious ngl

:0 aaaaah i cant wait to see what youre going to post!!!

BRO IM EXACTLY THE SAME LIKE???? i remember when i started this blog i was writing so much but now idk i still like it but im in period where i kinda dont want write......... not that i dont want actually, i just open the draft, write 3 sentences and gtfo

but im so glad u got the motivation back!!!! AND THANK YOU HEHE UR A QUEENCARD TOO 🫦

and cONGRATULATIONS FOR THE SCHOOL!! when do u start? enjoy ur vacation bestie 🙏🏼

sTOOOOP NAMING THE KITTEN HAPPY IS JUST SO CUTE + THE FACT HE HAS A LITTLE SMILE SHAPE IS EVEN MORE

what kind of situation is this why did ur dog adopt happy 😧😧😧😧 COCO U R A DOG!!! DOGS CANNOT MOTHER CATS!!!!! but yk i have something similar with this. i have a dog and two cats. the first cat is the mother of the second but yk once the kitten is weaned the mom and the baby no longer recognize each other this way...... so it happens that they fight. however the youngest cat became bestie with my dog like they nap together and the cat follow us when i walk my dog outside. so when the cat fights with her mom the dog just straight up jumps in 💀💀💀

but you'll see!! eventually when happy will grow older it might change

(crying at the pics cuz they're so cute)

i had to go back to find the predictions omg i totally forgot abt them. basically :

zb1 will not get a first win with their debut : it's been only week so we cannot really tell if this one was right or not. however i still think they won't get that first win with in bloom, considering the competition they're facing......

haobin will have the most line and gyuvin, yujin, and matthew the less : was right for everyone but matthew!! gunwook and jiwoong have fewer lines than him.

they will get +10m views on the first day : no they werent even close 🙏🏼 kinda surprised abt this considering kep1 had a lot on the first day and zb1 seemed to have a more anticipated debut

wbu? did you listen to the album now? what do u think abt it?

[pianocat939]

Can I request a Yandere!Rise!tmnt hc for a reader who enjoys art or is someone who still sleeps with stuff animals? I’ve been reading your work for a while now and I really enjoy it! You can ignore this if you want! :D

Kinda stuck on plot with my other drafts rn so have some food.

I don't sleep with any plushies but I do have a Free Therapist Goat™ plushie (I have no life except this and playing instruments haha).

Tw: Manipulation but it's for a stupid reason, watching in sleep, trackers/cameras

Yandere Turtles with MC who Still Sleeps with Stuffed Animals Hcs

✦Raphie✦

Do you remember the episode where he lost his wallet while trying to buy a new robe for Splinter? Well, he had a coupon for a free bear plushie after buying 10 (I think the company is based on Build-A-Bear)

So anyway, I think it's canon that he has plushies, nonetheless sleeps with them. Which only means he absolutely loves that you do the same.

He always brings you along if he ever shops for new ones, clinging onto you as you look around. 100% tries to make/buy a bear plushie of you.

Will invite you to snuggle with your combined group of plushies. Hugs you as if you are a plushie if you sleep beside each other.

"I'm tired, wanna go take a nap with our plushies?"

I think if he learns this about you, he'll have you guys sleep or be lazy together with your plushies. He was clingy at first, but now it's amped up even more.

If you're up to it...Plushie playdates?

✦Leo✦

Bro has so much beef with the plushies that it's funny.

He's jealous and overall salty. How come those plushies get to cuddle up to you every night? Isn't he more important?

Will try to manipulate you into letting him sleep with you. He's not like gonna half-ass it too. Like full-blown plans out his every sentence to ensure he gets his spot. Except for the fact it's kind of obvious.

If you don't hug him first he's going to fucking lay on top of you. If you try to push him off he's going to be snarky and say something like, "Oh I get it! Apparently, this plushie is more important than this handsome, totally supportive, turtle!"

Tries to convince Mikey into being the judge of the court case of his suing for the plushies. Brings documents that state lies about them. Frames them 1000%.

Taping pictures of himself on stuffies is legal now.

(I'm sorry for making Leo a complete fucking crackhead but he will pull this shit off)

✦maDonna✦

Honestly, no comment.

He doesn't really care for them.

But, he will gift you plushies. Ones that have cameras and speakers in them so he can observe you closely.

I think he will use them to his advantage.

(There isn't much to say, he really has no opinion of them)

✦Marble Stone✦

Finds it cute.

Of course, such a divine being would do something so pure, so wholesome.

He'll buy you a ton, and maybe some of them of you for himself.

If you invite him to join he'll be jumping up and down in joy. Makes sure everything is perfect and that you're comfortable.

While you're sleeping, he'll watch you for a while. You're his muse, so he needs to remember everything in perfect detail.

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Sorry that Donnie and Mikey are short. There isn't much to say for Donnie and Mikey has a very simple(?) reaction.

- Celina

[kaveuh]

Hello I'm back from the Valkyrie req. I just saw ur reqs are open so can I req another Valkyrie req with a fem reader that is Mika's twin and doesn't know how to take care of themselves. Like imagine reader getting lost in their own school and both of them are like trying to find her. I just finish school so I'm tired asf rn but tq.🥖🥖

a/n - THIS TOOK SO LONG ?? i’ve been so busy with school that i keep forgetting to finish up my drafts i’m so sorry anon </3 at least i remembered this time.

valkyrie taking care of mika’s twin sister !! :3

🖇 as mika’s twin sister, you’re always stuck by his side— either his, or shu’s. sometimes, rarely, both. they’re not exactly fond of letting you wander around by yourself— considering your poor.. sense of direction, so they get someone trusted to go with you. (eg. arashi, or any of the oddballs)

mika doesn’t mind taking care of you. infact, he enjoys it. he’s fond of the idea of being the twin brother you could use, and rely on. shu, on the other hand, will act annoyed. does he like it when you get lost in your own school? no. will he still “waste his time” panicking and frantically trying to find you? yeah.

it’s a daily thing; remininding you to stop napping at random places (especially with ritsu…), call them if you ever get lost (which you end up forgetting to do, anyway), or simply just stick with them until class starts or whatever.

no matter how many times it happens, shu will literally freak out LMAO. this also causes mika to panic because what if something happened to you?— especially in a school full of MEN. shu literally calls everyone in this contacts asking if they’ve seen you somewhere.

"HAVE YOU SEEN [NAME]?!" "please help us find [name]. name your price." like ??? bro calm down.

turns out you got lost and ended up floating in the water fountain with kanata or something.

[saltylandland]

You are my sweetest love ❤️ [DRAFT]

If you get the reference I love you

Summary: an unlikely friendship between a lion and a bunny takes a turn when Leona stumbles into your heat

No smut here rn, I’m trying to take my time with this like the good old days 🥹

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By far your favourite place to nap was the couch. After coming home from a long day of doing chores, repairing ramshackle so it’s actually habitable, and doing random tasks assigned by the headmaster at last minute, the highlight of your day is often taking a quick nap before you go back to another chore. This is such a common occurrence that you even have left a blanket on the back of the couch and a soft pillow nearby.

But one day something curious happened.

Coming from the kitchen you see a tall muscular body in your favourite napping spot. It was the time of day where the sun was shining in just the right spot, enough to warm your body pleasantly but not shine in your face like a nuisance. You were a bit disappointed about this development as you were using a nap as your motivation to finish the dishes, but you supposed you can get another chore or two done before Yuuken and Grimm come back. Taking one last look at the stranger, you drape your blanket over them before making your way out of the room.

You started to see him more and more after that day. Walking in the living room for a nap only to be quietly let down as you see the familiar lion tail. You knew who he was in theory, His name is Leona Kingscholar and based on Grimms description, a massive jerk. Though, he always folds your blanket haggardly before he leaves so you weren’t sure. You rarely interact with most of the student body considering your station, but you’ve seen him around quite a bit. The infamous overblot incident instantly comes to mind but more casually you’ve accidentally bumped into him more than you have any other person in NRC. Somehow always finding his hiding spots and occasionally seeing him practice spelldrive when you walk by the fields for odd jobs. Still, you’ve never spoken before. Shit, you don’t think he’s even looked at you before and you were okay with that. For the most part you were fine forfeiting your nap spot occasionally.

Until one day where you were just so fed up. Fed up with the constant chores, the property damage Grimm and Yuuken’s friends would inflict just by existing, and the lack of action from the headmaster in anything other than constantly giving out more odd jobs for both you and Yuuken. Dragging yourself back to ramshackle you wanted to cry, why won��t that bastard leave?!

You just fully gave up, grabbing a knit blanket you made you plop down right next to Leona. The couch sinks with a ‘poof’ as Leona snaps open his eyes to stare you down, you stare back. Silently communicating til you close your eyes and very slowly you feel Leona relax again. You know that he knows that this is your spot, if your occasional stare and faint lingering smell that is constant near this area is any indication. Then he would also have to know how you were oh so ‘graciously’ letting him stay there. You both try to ignore the other's existence, both too stubborn to give up the napping spot.

When you woke up you were surprised by the quality of sleep you had while napping with Leona, but you weren’t surprised by the lack of his presence now, having left before Yuuken and Grimm arrived. Just like when he first arrived, this quickly became a pattern

At first all you two would do is just sleep, but then it slowly evolved into something more. The couch never left any room between you two and before you knew it, you’d wake up with an arm or a leg or a tail loosely wrapped around your form. Both of you silently ignoring each other while basking in the other’s body heat.

One time you stumbled into the living room to find Leona sitting on your couch with a beautifully made chessboard that miraculously made its way into ramshackle. At first you sat with him, assuming he’d eventually go for a nap, but then he pulled you into a game and taught you how to play. Then one round became another then another. That was the first time Yuuken and Grimm had found you both together.

Your routine barely changed from there for a while, most often you two would just fall asleep on the couch together but eventually you got sick of only playing chess. After speaking with some members from the board game club, you were allowed to borrow the occasional card or board game. Which he would occasionally relent and it would be quite fun, or he would flip over to sleep and you would go do a chore as a protest over his attitude.

Later on in your friendship you had started receiving little gifts from time to time. Usually things that would relate to whatever you found yourself muttering about as you cleaned, like art supplies or things to help around the dorm. Sometimes it would manifest in coins being left where you don’t keep your money. Around the kitchen, in between the couch cushions, or just dropped on the floor. Knowing about Leona’s wealth you had tried to hand it to him but he always managed to find a way to deflect.

It got to appoint where he would just give you money. Usually after he would complain about something and you would point out that he’s an uninvited house guest and how money doesn’t grow on trees where you’re from. Throwing way more money than it would cost he would order you to buy meat so he can stay longer, or would send Ruggie to deliver some, though he would never specify who had hunted it for you. As well as teach you how to make it just the way Leona likes it. Despite his flippant nature you couldn’t deny how much you missed being able to eat meat in the first place, and the looks on your housemates faces made the demands more palatable even for your ego.

But then one day, everything changed… when Leona bought you a blanket. After complaining about the blankets -never about your homemade knit ones though- the next day he arrived with the softest blanket you had ever felt. What you didn’t know is that the way your eyes sparkled when you received the blanket made Leona’s heart clench and that’s when it began. The beginning of your pillow fort empire.

Something you had felt when you were only a human and not yet a bunny beastman -something Crowley still won’t answer directly about- was the comfort from a good old fashioned blanket fort. With the increase of pillows, blankets, and the occasional plushie -almost exclusively delivered by Ruggie, definitely due to Leona’s pride- you had begun building your empire in your room.

With your bed frame rotted and rusted, you had thrown that out and now you only have a mattress on the floor. Padded to the nines with blankets, you hung the thinner blankets all around the ceiling and walls so there was barely any peeling wall paint showing at all. Leona never saw this development, never entering your room out of respect. He did notice the blankets he bought were brought out in rotation and that filled his chest with warmth he didn’t want to address just yet.

There were a few oddities Leona had noticed. You would spend less time napping with him, rather running like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to clean every surface in the dorm. Getting more curt when he pulls you away from your cleaning, and fussing more about the repairs and the cleanliness in general. Leona simply brushed it off as spring cleaning.

But he should’ve paid more attention. Somehow someway he forgot that you were a bunny beastmen. Your scent was slightly different then others and you already had a warm personality that it never reminded him of the fact that you were still a bunny beastman. Your scent subtly changes into more of a sweet note being masked by his own scent, but as well as Yuuken’s, his friends, and that mangy cat’s scent. He’d be lying if that didn’t piss him off.

Perhaps it made him a little bit irrational, when you came up to him nervously, telling him to stay away for a couple days -using missed classes as one of your excuses- he could only smell the people that got the luxury to be around you.

And quite honestly it made him see red.

Storming out silently but dramatically, he had actually done what you said. Avoiding ramshackle like the plague, he even started to regularly attend class. Though, it was pointless, his thoughts would only center around you and he knew everything being taught so it served as a terrible distraction. But he still couldn’t face you yet, not seeing your face or having you try to reach out to him hurt him more than he’d ever expect. Avoiding the ramshackle inhabitants was essential to avoid any conflict as his raging jealousy was still burning strong.

After a couple of days the fog had mostly cleared from Leona’s head. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed as he threw a fit to what essentially was you setting boundaries with him. And he would rather die than admit it but that stupid training idol camp was supposed to start next week, and it didn’t sit right that they would be staying at ramshakle to practice, undoubtedly would take advantage of your kindness if he isn’t there.

[mulberrysilk]

HELLOO, NETTE 💕💕💕 how are youuu?? the nii-chan thirst has summoned me here once again! I am sorry if I am sending another one again but you've written the thirsts I've sent so perfectly 🥺. I would write these ideas if I had your talent but sucks to say that my English is v poor rn.

So hmm, if this is okay.... Sukuna-nii catching you napping in Yuuji's room in your uniform. You just looked so innocent and so defenseless sleeping that he's overcome with the urge to touch you. He just needs a taste for now. Soon though, he's going to have you awake and willing (for the future lol if you really want to turn this into a series) 🥲. Thank youuuu. I hope you are having a great day there! -Getou-nii anon

GETOU-NII ANON!!! 🥺💕 hi I love your brain ( I’m doing okay huhu just trying to work through my drafts HAHA)

Sukuna x f!reader

cw: noncon, somnophillia, corruption, pseudoincest, oral ( female receiving), thigh fucking

( this has been sitting in my drafts for so long, and I Decided to finally post it huhu)

The house was uncharacteristically quiet, he thinks, as he drops his bag at the door and places his helmet on top of the shoe cabinet. He glances at the clock and raises a brow, wondering where the the loud obnoxious laughter from Yuuji and Nobara, was and where was the grumbles from that Fushiguro kid. Weren’t all of you back from school? Club activities never kept Yuuji and the gang busy.

Sukuna sighs as he unzips his leather jacket, hanging it on the coat rack before jogging up the steps to change into much more comfortable clothes, in need of a beer after his day. On the way, though everything seemed to be a blur, he catches something in his peripheral vision at the open door of his younger brother’s room. Pausing in the hall, he scoffs. It can’t be. Right?

He takes two careful steps backwards and stops right in front of his brother’s door frame, lips parting and breath catching in his chest at the unexpected, delightful sight. On the navy plaid comforter covering the single bed, splayed on top was the object of his desires. His eyes traces your form from the tip of your thigh high socks covered toes, the exposed skin of your thighs to the hem of your pleated skirt that if it rode up higher would probably expose your panties. To the white button up blouse that wasn’t sheer but he could make out the shape of your bra through the fabric and maybe even the colour, if he guesses right, it was pale pink. But most heart wrenchingly irresistible was the sight of your relaxed features, sleeping peacefully away, hair splayed around you in a beautiful mess. It was picturesque.

Is today his lucky day? Or is this an elaborate  prank—no it couldn’t be. His little brother isn’t one for pranks, too much of a goody two shoes for his own good. His feet moves before he could process it, getting closer and closer to you, lying there so still, so vulnerable.  You looked good enough to eat.

You toss and turn on the bed, the heat from the summer season unrelenting even with the fan on. Still asleep, a little frown on your face, brows knitting from the god damn heat, if you weren’t so sleepy you would have removed the stuffy fabric of your uniform, plus the heat didn’t help with the lethargy that weighed your body to sink into the soft bed.

Sukuna’s dark orbs rakes your twitching form, your skirt so high up now that he could see the cute little panties you wore,breath hitching at the faint silhouette of your pretty lower lips. He draws nearer to the bed, his body already tingling with excitement and arousal. How innocent you looked before him like this, limbs moving to find a comforting position as you sleep, revealing more and more of the heaven between your thighs.

The thigh high socks squeezed the soft pillowy flesh of your thighs and he couldn’t resist the urge to feel. He softly hums to himself, keeping his eyes on your face as he caresses the skin of your inner thighs, softly pinching the fat, thoughts of having your legs thrown over his shoulders as he eats your pussy out filling his head.

Hell, if you didn’t wake up, he might do just that. So let’s see how far he could go, how far he could play with you before your dumb little brain gathers itself together.

Kneeling between your thighs, the mattress dips in his weight and slowly, he adjust himself to lie on his tummy, face close to your clothed cunt. He deeply inhales, he could almost taste you on his tongue. Soon. He needs to feel more.

Sukuna experimentally ghosts his index finger on your clit, slowly tracing the slit of you cunny, his eyes on your face to look out for any signs of waking up. And when you didn’t, he continues to rub you. Pressing against your clit and getting you wet so that he could drench your panties till it clings to your mound.

He holds back his scoff with how eat it was for him to get your pussy wet, well, he shouldn’t be surprised, you were a virgin after all. You were sensitive to these things. Well, you won’t have to worry, Sukuna nii’s gonna teach you and take care of you.

Hooking his finger at the fabric, he pulls it to the side, groaning softly at these sight of your glistening folds, not able to hold back to feel the warm slick on his fingers and sucking his fingers, eyes closing at the sweet taste of you.

Just a taste, he thinks. Just a little taste.

Sukuna manages to shimmy down the fabric from your legs, shoving your panties in his pocket before he kisses your throbbing clit, a soft wince slipping from you.

“Stay dumb and pretty for me baby, if you know what’s good for you,” he utters, voice deep with a twinge of danger in them and as if you had heard him, your brows knit and you shift a little, remaining fast asleep. “Good girl.” He grins.

Tongue darting out, he licks from your clit to your pulsing hole, hands fisting the sheets as he becomes intoxicated with your cunt. He slurps and Laos your spilling honey, switching from suckling on your clit to teasing his tongue in and out your hole.

“Mhm…” you sleepily groan, body arching off the bed a little, the growing heat in your belly making you try to open your eyes, believing that you were having a dream. Your clit was pulsating, waves of pleasure making your toes curl and thighs tremble. You body feels good. So, so good.

Sukuna’s predatory gaze stares at your scrunched up face, your glossy lips slightly parted as your breathing quickens. He makes quick work of his tongue, flicking it in quick motions on your clit and sucking till the obscene sounds of your wet pussy and his slurping bounced off the walls.

A hand grips your thigh as he growls. Were you enjoying this? Seems like you were. Your hands were clutching the pillow underneath your head and your hips would buck when he sucks on your clit too hard. Sukuna makes it a goal to make you cum and he wasn’t going to let a single drop of your release go to waste, he’ll make sure of it.

Gently, moving your thighs to rest on his shoulders, he was given more movement to bury his face in your sweet cunt, slipping his tongue past that tight ring at your entrance and fucking with you with it, his nose rubbing against your clit.

You begin to softly moan, whining so cutely and thrashing a little on the bed. You were close. Knowing that he continues his assault on your cunt, loving the way your thighs wrap around his head and how cute your shy cries of pleasure were.

It was a miracle that you hadn’t woken up, but what Sukuna didn’t know and what worked in his advantage, was that you believed you were having a dream. Having glimpses of his pink hair, blurry images of his head between your thighs, something you couldn’t quite gather due to how your mind was fogged your with pleasure. You wonder if you had been dreaming of Yuuji.

“Y-Yuuji,” you squeak, eyes going wide as your back arches, a shock of pleasure violently ripping through your body, your vision going white for a millisecond.

Sukuna growls at the wrong name you had cried out, and continued to suck and fuck his tongue in your soaking hole, overstimulating you as punishment. You thrash and try to kick him away, but he grips your thighs and keeps them on his shoulders.

“S-stop,” you murmured, eyelids heavy with sleep and the high of an orgasm. “T-too much…too much.”

And when he finally slows down, lazily lapping your cunt to keep the sweet taste of you on his tongue, he glances up only to find you fast asleep. He scoffs. He didn’t really care if you had woken up, maybe you would’ve begged him to stuff you virgin cunt with his cock.

But this was enough, for now.

Sukuna’s cock aches in his jeans and he couldn’t help but to move from his place between your thighs and press them together, unzipping his pants and pulling down his briefs so that his cock could spring free. Inner thighs slick with your release, he slips his cock between the pillowy flesh sighing at that warmth and softness of your skin.

He swears, he’ll just do this and it was enough, he had more self control than that. Besides, if he was gonna fuck you he wanted you to be awake and begging. So needy for him and wanting only him. That’s when he’ll give you the honour of being split by his cock.

This little taste was enough for him. He had time.

A loud buzzing accompanied by your ringtone wakes you from your slumber. You quickly pat the bed for your phone to answer the call only to miss it.

Missed call from Yuuji.

‘Sorry I’m not back yet, the bakery has big sale and the lines really long. But it’ll be worth it! I’ll be back with tiramisu!!!”

You sit up, taking in the room around you, the sun had set and the stars were twinkling in the sky. How long had you slept? Why was Yuuji not back yet?

Rubbing your thighs together you freeze, becoming completely aware of something sticky and wet on your skin. There was translucent white splatters of something slimey and creamy on your thighs, and your frown deepens at the absence of your underwear.

Were you not dreaming?! You panic. Did Yuuji really do that to you? But he wasn’t home, then who—

“Hey,” the door swings open and you throw the blanket over your legs, wide eyes shooting to the door.

“Yuuji is still out. Brat told me to make you dinner, so come down before it gets cold.”