#story sleepover

[theoldkyokodied]

tomgreg doodle dump <3

[ratwithhands]

Snakemas! Based on these guys, Iwakuni snakes (albino Japanese rat snakes):

This AU is (unfortunately) still in early development while I'm busy with school but there's some basic lore bits.

Half-monsters (hanmon) are a third group of organism between humans and pokemon. They are the result of ancient species from both groups combining and evolving over millenia to become specialized species of their own. They have monstrous appearances akin to pokemon, but wield only physical abilities like humans. Due to the nature of how they were formed and how they are viewed, most live in hiding, with only a few thousand individuals being observed and recorded

White Mountain Snakes are native to the Sin-Joh regions, showing up in traditional manuscripts as messengers of regional deities to guide and bring good luck to humans. Ingo and Emmet are children in a family that moved from Sinnoh to Unova. As such they consider themselves part of three cultures, and speak three languages

The twins are one of the only well known examples of hanmon in the present day. Most people are divided on their feelings about half-monsters, so they try very hard to skew the perception in a more positive direction. They act very proper with others and in public, only letting up and relaxing at home

Ingo does end up falling through the rift to Hisui. His main concern is that he fell right as the different clans were fighting over who was right, and having a "divine messenger" appear in Pearl Clan territory has caused a whole new mess for Ingo and the clanspeople

As for the serpents themselves:

The twins are constrictors, lacking fangs and instead having insanely muscular lower halves for wrapping and crushing prey in their grip. Depending on the size of the food they're eating, they might also just crush it with their bare hands to make it more manageable to swallow quickly

They are looooong, something like 10m in length from head to tail. The subway has multiple posters up warning patrons to watch their step in case they trip over them in traffic

They are awfully sensitive to temperature change. They sleep under a giant electric blanket, wear thick uniforms, and set the driving car temperature to be warm. Summer is their best working season, however they tend to stop working in winter to hibernate for about 4 months, much to the dismay of Battle Subway fans, staff, and local grocers

They'll shed about thrice a year and assist each other with peeling it when possible. This is mostly since they aren't dexterous enough to reach parts of their back. Shedding time means it's time for this little competition of theirs where they attempt to pull the longest pieces of shed possible off the other. Ingo is not very good at dealing with Emmet's dry ass and ends up accidentally cracking it most of the time. They sometimes give the scrap shed to Elesa for use in fashion outfits

Ingo's mouth is much narrower than Emmet's, he often has to stretch his jaws to accommodate something Emmet can eat easily. As a result the tissue connecting his jaws in the front is more stretchy

The twins have different organ locations due to their long structure. This usually doesn't affect their job but if you give them a hug you will feel the heart pumping in their abdomen

Thanks to all for reading this far. As a treat have Ingo and Emmet in their separation outfits, Emmet in his uniform and Ingo in the garb gifted by the Pearl Clan.

[ymechi]

Who is the real Creator?

Hello! I have a bit of an announcement to make I don't think everyone has seen the previous post but an anon asked me if I will continue the series and to be honest I don't think I will. This series was made on a whim and was really fun to write except I hit a roadblock. I am unsure where to continue with this I feel like I have written enough and not sure where to go from here story wise, that is why I decided to discontinue the story. Thank you everyone who commented and liked I enjoyed seeing your guys reactions. For now this is the last chapter. If I ever decide to continue this or make a new series I look forward to seeing you guys there!

-TW: cult au, yandere, impostor au, mentions of being hunted down, mentions of trauma, self harm (nothing major), OOC character

-Gn reader and darling (please tell me if I mess this up message me and I will fix it)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, this is part 6

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The beat of their heart was as loud as a drum. Reader could even feel their head vibrate in tandem with the marching drums they had heard before when they were younger. Their vision felt blurry and their head was light. The fading sun outside the windows caught their eye. Reader felt nauseous.

They were such a coward they had left Nahida and Wanderer to clean up after them as they ran away. Reader wanted to help her not add more trouble yet here they were weak and unable to speak.

Distantly they heard a gasp.

"Reader! Are you okay? Oh no- Traveller come quick!"

Two blurry figures came closer to Reader. They idly noted one of the figures was floating. . . Ohh, it was Paimon and Aether.

Seeing the two somehow calmed them down and they tried to take deep breaths. With a calmer and clearer mind, they noticed that both stared at Reader with worried expressions.

Reader gave a wry smile.

"Hi Paimon, hi Traveller."

The two said nothing staring at Reader and then at each other coming to an agreement of some sort.

"Paimon thinks you should sit down first," she said, trailing off and looking down.

Reader also noticed Aether was looking down as well to the side, it was then it dawned on Reader they were looking at their sliced palm. They subconsciously tried to hide it but stopped midway bringing it forward towards the duo.

"I guess you two were also summoned but were late haha," they said with a flat laugh.

Traveler continued to look at them with a worried frown and Paimon who usually had a positive expression looked even more worried. Reader's wry smile seemed not to work sadly.

"P-Paimon is still not sure what is going on but Paimon thinks you should sit down first. . ."

"I agree let's get you somewhere to rest first."

Aether reached his hand out as an invite and Reader felt too weak to reject him. He took their hand and guided them further down the hall towards a seating area where guests could sit. There Reader was able to sit down and calm down.

"Thanks, I do feel better."

Aether smiled and nodded while Paimon's eyes sifted from looking at them and then at a wall.

"Uhm- so Paimon has been wondering. . ."

It was obvious what she was referring to. They held the sliced palm with the other hand almost cradling it.

"Sorry, I did not mean to keep it from you guys. . . I just found out recently as well, I-I hope you are not mad."

"What! Why would we be mad? You are the creator- Oh no should we bow?" Paimon said looking at Reader then around as if someone would pop up and admonish her.

Traveler shook his head at his companion's antics and gave Reader a sad smile.

"I hope you can forgive out-"

"Oh no stop there!"

Reader jumped out quickly from their seat causing the duo to step back (the other to float back) in shock. Reader stepped forward and looked at them with a serious expression.

"I don't care if I am some creator or whatever and I don't care about that formal shit, especially when you two are my friends!"

Reader was not sure where this outburst came from. Was it because of the stressful day? Was it having to see people you did not like or was it because of having to watch Wanderer act subservient for so long?

"So no your grace or bowing!"

The two still looked aback. Suddenly Reader felt embarrassed shouting at them when they were concerned about her.

"W-well uhm, sorry, yeah I should not have shouted. . ."

Reader wrung their hands together but stopped when they noticed the sliced palm. They looked down at their shoes.

"Paimon. . . Paimon thinks of you as a friend too," she said and her cheeks turned red.

Reader smiled at her and Traveller sighed but gave the floating girl a smile.

"If that is what you wish for then who are we to say no?"

He sounded a tad bit too formal for Reader but it would have to do for now.

"None of that now, how have the two of you been?"

Paimon opened her mouth about to answer Reader's question but she was interrupted unexpectedly.

"Your Grace-"

Reader's heart skipped a beat and not the good kind. The calm they experienced before was gone and their body froze again. The one who spoke was unmistakably the retired geo Archon. He looked frazzled and looked at Reader in a way they could not decipher.

"Your grace I. . ."

"That is enough I had already told you they were not ready to talk to you yet."

Nahida came afterward it looks like she rushed over to where they were. Her face was stern and it looked so out of place compared to her more relaxed and curious features. Reader's stomach clenched. Zhongli looked as if he wanted to argue with her. His face took on a harsher stance as he looked at her.

No.

They would not let him.

"Whatever it is you want to say it's with me leave her out of this."

Their hands were shaking but they held them together. Nahida looked surprised at them and Reader wanted to reassure her it was going to be alright. Aether from his side approached them and stood between the Archon and Reader. The implication that he was willing to defend them from one of the strongest beings in Teyvat was not lost on Reader. They did feel safer by having him on their side and Paimon as well.

"Your grace I," Zhongli paused his gaze on Reader with a guilty look that made them feel uncomfortable, "If I had known if only. . ."

"That does not matter anymore," Reader interrupted him.

He looked at them and flinched.

"Save your what 'ifs’, you did what you did and I won't forget it."

The unexpected venom that came out of Reader surprised even them. Zhongli had taken to look down he looked ashamed, how dare he? Now he wants to act all guilty. Reader scoffed.

"You have done enough damage for today, I suggest you leave neither me or the Dendro Archon are in a mood to deal with you," Reader said and crossed their arms.

They idly wondered if the meeting had gone awry for her to come here. Nahida looked thoroughly surprised.

Zhongli opened his mouth to speak but Reader beat him to it.

"That is all I have nothing more to say."

"I think I will take it over here with Mr. Zhongli and the rest."

They nodded at Nahida. Reader tugged at Aether's scarf for him to follow them.

.

.

.

They entered Reader's new room and their muscles went lax. It felt though as if they had carried a heavy boulder. They threw decorum away and sat on their desk stool.

"Sorry, I think I need a bit of rest."

"It's okay Paimon doesn't think anyone would handle talking to a guy that tried to kill as well as you did."

Aether glared at Paimon and she jumped up in the air while still floating.

"Maybe Paimon should not have said that. . ."

Reader looked at her and shook their head with a smile.

"It's okay, you sort of reminded me I did something pretty cool huh?"

Paimon's expression eased and she nodded.

"While Zhongli is our friend what he did to you was unforgivable so Paimon thinks he ought to get kicked around for what he did."

"Heh, it seems like you can speak some sense from time to time."

It was Wanderer who had entered when the door was still unopened. Paimon did look angry at his remark.

"You! What do you mean Paimon always says things that make sense!"

"Yeah sure," he said with a mocking smile and crossed his arms.

"You came early did something happen?" Reader spoke.

Wanderer uncrossed his arms and shook his head.

"No Lesser Lord Kusanali came back with the funeral consultant and told me to look out for you."

Ohh, Reader's heart melted a bit. They really had a good friend, next time they should make her something as thanks.

"Paimon has a question are you planning to announce it to everyone that you are the creator?"

Aether looked at Reader more intently as well. It seemed he was interested in the topic.

"No, I rather not, we decided to let the acolytes know for now their words hold some sway if they could calm the public down after the 'fake' left."

Aether had a thoughtful expression and nodded at Reader's answer. Perhaps he guessed Reader was not in the mood to talk about this particular topic and left it a that. Reader was once again thankful for their friend's thoughtfulness.

"Sorry for all the drama today take a seat what have you two been up to?"

Aether smiled and sat down while Wanderer ever the polite one bought fruits and left to get some tea. The Traveler and his companion told them of the many new adventures they had and the people they met. After Wanderer came back with the tea all of them sat down and listened as Paimon did a dramatic retelling of a recent commission they took on.

"I see everyone is having a fun time."

"Nahida!" Reader went out of their seat to check on the Archon.

"I hope there was not too much trouble are all right? Did something happen?"

"No worries I am fine and nothing happened it took a while to convince some to leave, there were acolytes who wanted to meet you."

Reader grimaced.

"Yeah sorry, next time I won't run away like that."

Nahida shook her head.

"No, it is part of my duty, there is no need for you to do it if you don't feel like it."

"You shouldn't have to shoulder this," Reader argued.

"Lesser Lord Kusanali is right if you are not ready it might do more damage to your health," Wandered interjected.

At that Reader could only be silent. They felt so helpless.

"For now let Nahida handle it you can be there and see how much you can handle," Wanderer said after sighing.

Reader wrung their hands together and looked at Nahida with a guilty look.

"If it's okay with you could I?"

"Only if you think you can handle it."

For now that would be their solution.

Reader ushered Nahida to take a seat and poured her some tea. Paimon took it upon herself to start over her tale once again since Nahida was there and the Wanderer scoffed at her which caused them to bicker for a few seconds. Reader could only laugh behind their hand. The rest of the day was spent comfortably talking.

"It is getting late Paimon doesn't want to intrude any longer."

The Traveller nodded as well.

"Wait you both could stay in my room?"

Traveller and Paimon looked surprised.

"We don't want to interrupt your resting time there is also only one bed."

"The bed is big enough for all of us we can have a sleepover?"

Reader wrung their hands together. It was just, they did not want to sleep alone today.

Traveller and Paimon looked at each other they must have had a silent conversation.

"If you are okay with it Reader."

"Yeah it would be nice I haven't had a sleepover in a long while Nahida and Wanderer you could join in if you want to." They said with a smile.

"I've never had one before but I would love to try it out."

Wanderer was silent for a while before he quietly answered.

"I will join then. . ."

Reader smiled it almost hurt their face. They gathered a lot of pillows and extra blankets just in case. Reader took the middle while Nahida was to the right and Paimon to the left. Respectievly Aether took Paimon's side and Wanderer slept next to Nahida. It really did feel like a huge sleepover. Reader slept soundly that night sourrended in warmth.

Extra:

Reader felt warm and fuzzy images of Christmas lights surrounding their vision. the lights were blurry and smudged. Gentle snow started to fall blanketing the ground in white. The blanket that surrounded them kept them warm and they snuggled closer to it.

The stars above twinkled and They watched with interest as they changed shape and colour. Then a star started to fall, no it was a snowflake. A huge giant snowflake was falling towards Reader and they tried to struggle but it was in vain as the blanket held them in place. With horror they watched as the snowflake landed on their head.

It was rather soft and it did not hurt but the snowflake was beginning to limit their breathing. Reader tried to open their mouth to breathe in more air.

With a gasp, they woke up.

The thing smothering their face was not a snowflake or anything nefarious but rather Paimon herself. Somehow she had ended up on their face. They struggled to shake her off and after a few seconds of prying she rolled off to the side.

She was still asleep her mouth open and she mumbled something about food no doubt.

Reader sighed.

They blinked a few times as they looked out to the window where the sun was shining. It was already morning.

Reader was rather in a bind, literally. Nahida had curled up in her chest, she looked so small and cute Reader’s heart melted and they wanted to pat her head. Their feet somehow got tangled up with Wanderer’s and to the side Aether was hugging their arm.

They could not get up.

”If I was in a different room I would still be able to hear your squirms.”

It was wanderer who woke up. His voice was hoarse. Now that they thought about it Reader had no idea if he could sleep or if he even needed to.

”Sorry,” they said whispering.

Wanderer sighed and came closer towards Reader shutting his eyes.

Wait, was he not going to get up at all?

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[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Idia

Never leaves his room? You take that as a challenge, and you know just the answer to Night Raven College’s biggest riddle.

Idia…I wanna play a fighting game. You down?

Which one? I can connect you.

How about the one you left at Ramshackle with me?

I can literally mod that.

But you can’t eat my freshly baked cookies from your dorm.

(I want it emoji) Fine, you win.

Idia can never resist your baked goods, no matter how hard he tries. He needs them to function on that console of yours.

When he comes over, you don’t expect him to have a bag of spare clothes with him, but you remember that when it comes to gaming, it’s going to be a long night. India immediately goes for your choco cookies.

“Power up!” he cheers after eating two of them.

Then, you two are duking it out for the virtual champion title.

The both of you spend three long hours blistering your thumbs on your controllers. The health bars on the corners of the TV screen are at the chokehold. You and Idia don’t notice how a storm has brewers outside. It’s storming so much that it brings on the thunder. One large crack is all it takes for the power in Ramshackle to drop from fifty percent to zero. India and you take a few seconds to adjust to reality, but you also realize how dark the dorm is without any source of light.

“Good Seven, this would never happen in Ignihyde,” mutters Idia.

You, on the other hand, don’t comment. You point out how late it is instead. You offer to make up Idia’s room as he takes a shower. He might as well. You’ve never had to do this in the dark though. Not that it’s impossible, but your limbs are quaking as you hold your phone as a flashlight under your chin and tighten the sheets onto the spare bed.

You are in the middle of fluffing the pillows when Idia exits the washroom. He peers into the room, watching you shaking like a leaf. He’s all too familiar with the sensation. He clears his throat, alerting you of his presence. You can’t be happier to see Idia in his unexpectedly athletic looking pajamas. The contradiction makes you snicker.

“What? If you were going to catch me in anime tees, that’s never going to happen,” he says.

“Why not? You rarely leave your room anyway. Not like anyone would care.”

“Incorrect. I learned my lesson during my first year. I’ve been wearing my STYX night gear ever since.”

You frown at this. “Sorry.”

Idia suggests that you get a candle or two to light up the place. It would help you sleep better than having your flashlight from your phone beaming in both of your faces. You explain that you tried looking for candles the other day, but Ramshackle doesn’t have any, and Sam doesn’t provide candles unless it’s for the main school building’s events. Idia remarks that he should’ve expected that.

“What? You’re not gonna say anything?” you ask, notioning that Idia knows about your fear of the dark.

Of course, he does, but…“Not really. A NEET like me calling someone like you a baby for a fear of darkness is the most “pot calling the kettle black” scenario some airhead with no creative RPG ideas could ever come up with.”

There’s no argument that you can come up with to combat that.

“As much as I wish I could fix this problem, there is no one-hit solution for that.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But uh…”

You elevate an eyebrow.

Idia unzips the jacket to reveal a gray, Premo shirt underneath, revealing how Idia still has his interests, but he has told the truth about no anime related clothing. His face begins to pinken, and the tips of his long blue hair fade into blush as well. “I’ve seen this corny thing a ton of times, but I heard it works. If you wanna…then…I guess…”

You carefully step around your bed to prevent yourself from stubbing your toe, and when you are in the clear, you take Idia’s offer to hug into his night jacket. Having you touch him is already nerve-wracking for the introverted Housewarden, but then, to have him wrap you in the jacket folds turns the pale third-year into an overheating furnace. He suggests that you guys hide under the covers before he’d faint onto the floor.

You’re not too pleased with having to turn the flashlight of your phone off, but as you are not alone this evening, both you and Idia suppose that safety is in both of your corners tonight. 

[chinzhilla]

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

When I was a little girl, this was my favorite book. Which one was your favorite story?

Tales from the Darkside: The Movie (1990) dir. John Harrison

[maustown]

[wintertraumaposting]

Mommy coming into your room at night and pinning you to the bed. Pushing inside you and putting a hand over your mouth so you don't wake your little puppyfriend at your sleepover.

Mommy just needs some stress relief after such a long day~

[goatunderthebridge]

It's night-time. Kuroo and Kenma settle down in their sleeping bags on the floor in Yaku's family’s spare room, his tiny living room already overflowing with their teammates' sleeping bodies from the impromptu team sleepover that Yaku had drawn the short straw in hosting. It had taken thirty minutes for Yaku to regret it, which Kuroo took as an achievement considering their history of wild and chaotic sleepovers. He was more surprised that nothing had been set on fire this time.

Well. The night was still young.

Yaku shifts awkwardly around them, watching as they settle, his eyes flicking back constantly to the hallway. Probably making sure someone isn't awake and wreaking havoc unsupervised, Kuroo muses to himself.

Yaku rubbed at his eye, red with tiredness and irritation from the hot sauce Fukunaga had dared him to dab there, “Are you sure you guys don’t need anything else?”

Kenma pulls the cover of his sleeping bag tight to his face and burrows down into it, letting out a small sigh of contentment.

Kuroo waves Yaku off in reply, “We’ll be fine. Thanks for this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yaku replies before narrowing his eyes pointedly at Kuroo, “But if you wake up early and want to find me - don’t.”

Kuroo flips him off with a chuckle that Yaku gladly returns.

“Bathroom is the first door on the left, towels in the cupboard to the right. Sweet dreams,” Yaku says as he leaves the room without a backwards glance at either of them.

The duo listen as the door shuts softly and Yaku's footsteps become lighter down the hallway. Moonlight streaks in through the window, neither one having closed the blinds. Kuroo thinks about getting up to do it, but the warmth of his sleeping bag is too much to resist as he unconsciously sinks further down into it and the pillow beneath his head.

“The moon’s bright tonight,” Kenma says in a voice barely above a whisper. Kuroo turns his head to look at him, but is only met with a few blonde locks sneaking out of the sleeping bag next to him. He smiles.

Kuroo replies, shifting in his sleeping bag, “You want me to close the blinds?”

The sleeping bag shimmies, in what Kuroo can only translate as Kenma shaking his head. Kuroo hums affirmatively in response. Silence settles in the room between them, with Kenma hidden in his sleeping bag and Kuroo watching the dust dance in the moonlight.

The rustling of Kenma’s sleeping bag draws his eyes back to it. Amber eyes half-lidded with the lure of sleep met his own as Kenma peeked out of his sleeping bag.

“You’re not sleeping.”

It was less of a question, stated so matter-of-factly in spite of the muffle from speaking inside of the sleeping bag that Kuroo couldn’t help the upturn of his mouth into a half-lopsided grin.

“Neither are you,” He replies, turning to his side to face Kenma.

Kenma watches him settle into the new position, both comfortable in the silence that beats between them. Light from a passing car filters in and out of the room, casting a brief orange glow on the pair. Kuroo watches as Kenma turns his face from the light, closing his eyes for a second before re-opening them. More silence. Then, somewhere, a dog barks.

“What are you thinking about?” Kenma asks first.

Kuroo shrugs as well as he could in the sleeping bag, “Dunno. Lots of things.”

Kenma rolls his eyes, burrowing the side of his head into the pillow under it, “Tell me one of them, wise guy.”

Kuroo cracks another grin before a yawn itches through his throat, making Kenma yawn slightly in response, his eyes blinking languidly as he waits for a reply.

Kuroo settles again, thinking about how he could reply. He could tell him how his arm was aching after the arm wrestling match Yamamoto had challenged him to, how Kuroo knew how much he wanted to win with Fukunaga watching him. More immediate in his thoughts, he could talk about the moonlight, about how flames don’t have shadows, or about how there’s never really ‘nothing’ around you because atoms exist, and atoms are something.

He could tell Kenma about the new nightmares he’s been having lately, the ones where he can never seem to rescue everybody from whatever disaster his mind had conjured up, and how he’s deathly afraid that that final person left behind is always himself. There were so many things he could say, but he didn’t want to say any of them. Not when Kenma looked so beautiful in the moonlight.

“I was thinking,” Kuroo drawls out, watching as Kenma’s eyes focus back on his face in interest, “That your roots are showing.”

Kenma’s hand shoots out of his sleeping bag to jab at Kuroo’s chest as he scowls, ignoring Kuroo’s bark of laughter.

“Rude,” Kenma tsk’s, pushing Kuroo for emphasis before slinking his hand back into his sleeping bag and rolling over to make Kuroo face his back.

Kuroo shuffles closer to him, kicking at him lightly with his large, makeshift tail in the bottom of the sleeping bag.

“C’mon, you know I love you.”

“Mhm.”

Kuroo steals the freed space on Kenma’s pillow, abandoning his own, and kicks him lightly again. To this, Kenma rolls back over, face close to Kuroo's now, and huffs.

“You’re an idiot,” Kenma says.

Kuroo smiles, “I know.”

Kenma rolls his eyes but smiles back anyway, before slinking his face down into the sleeping bag with a tired exhale. Kuroo watches him, the smile not falling from his face.

“Night,” Kenma says, softened from inside the bag.

“Night,” Kuroo replies as softly, watching the gleam of his hair in the moonlight.

[pinkd3mon]

This had context but I refuse to tell anyone

[westcanaan82]

Care for a bedtime story? Sebastian’s ready to snuggle and read you to sleep 🛌 📖

[komashkathesilly]

I would be the forever grateful if you drew kanamizu or just Mizuki please and thank uyou

C:

sure :3c

[wutwutno1]

V x reader comfort vore?

I just had this lil idea where reader is afraid of the dark and needs help getting over that fear, so V decides to help them-

Read ask and tags before reading

Friday.

It's most student drone's favorite day of the week. After all, school was over for the weekend and everyone could hang out and do whatever they wanted.

However, you weren't excited this time. You had a sleepover, and it was with Uzi Doorman of all people.

There was nothing "wrong" with Uzi per-say, as far as you were aware, but one thing she liked more than anything, was darkness.

You didn't like the dark. Not one bit. It also doesn't help that your normal body was undergoing routine maintenance and you were using your mini-form, and on top of that Uzi has two murder drones at her house!

However, your parents and Uzi's dad came up with the sleepover idea. Uzi's dad wanted Uzi to have friends that weren't "murder bots" as he put it, and your parents wanted you to get over your fear of the dark. Win-win for the parents, lose-lose for their spawn.

Anyways, you waited for Uzi to pick you up, literally. You sat at your desk as the final bell rang and everyone got up to leave. You sighed as Uzi walked up to your desk and sat her hand down next to you. "Ready to get this over with?"

Uzi spoke with a sense of disgust, but not at you. You climbed onto her hand and she lifted you up to her shoulder. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this over with."

You sat down on Uzi's shoulder and held tight for the walk to Uzi's house.

Uzi walks through the front door to the Doorman living quarters. You take a quick glance at her living room from her shoulder. You see the two murder drones sitting on the couch.

N, Uzi's definitely-not-a-boyfriend boyfriend, was sitting on one end looking like he was anticipating something, while V, Lizzy's 100%-just-a-friend-not-a-girlfriend girlfriend, was laying down, using N's head as a peg-rest while texting someone on a pink phone. N's leg was bouncing antsy while staring at the tiled floor.

Upon hearing the door open and Uzi walking in, he looked up. When he saw Uzi, he stood up and dashed for Uzi, knocking V off the couch, and causing her to yell out N's name. N knocked Uzi down with a bear hug and an excited,

"Uzi!"

You fell off Uzi's shoulder. However, Uzi still had half a mind to catch you before you hit the ground.

"Hey! Watch it N! We have a guest!" "Sorry, Uzi. . . Where is this guest anyway?"

N got up off of Uzi and looked around as Uzi stood up herself. Uzi dusted herself off with her free hand and V walked over and stood next to N. Uzi held you out in her palm, presenting you to the two drones.

"This is Y/N. They're going to be staying with us for the night because my dad and their parents are jerks." You waved nervously. You knew N was safe. Uzi drove that point home all the way to her place. V however. . . Despite her best efforts, the only thing Uzi could say about V was that she "hasn't killed in a week."

"Oh! So we're having a sleepover? That's so cool! It's nice meeting you, Y/N," N babbled excitedly.

"Welcome to Loser 1, and Loser 2's house. I'm here against my will." V said with venomous sarcasm in her voice as she looked at N and Uzi.

"Hey! Can-it, V! Before I rearange your code and have you fatal error out!" Uzi's left hand and right eye flashed the absolute solver symbol for emphasis, but V didn't seem impressed. "While on the subject of sleepovers, Lizzy is joining us."

"What?! Why would you invite her?! She's so insufferable!"

"Khan said I could! Plus, she's like... way cooler than you, short stack!"

"I'M NOT SHORT! I'M COMPACT!"

Uzi placed you down on a coffee table in front of the couch. You watched the two titans fight as N sat down.

"They fight often?" You ask N.

"Ha ha! Yeah. I only intervene when things get physical though."

"Cool." Luckily for you and N, things didn't get physical as Lizzy walked in. V and Uzi stopped fighting. Instead, Uzi started setting up a movie.

After a few minutes Everyone but you was situated on the couch. N and Uzi on one side, V and Lizzy on the other, with you on a beanbag with a handtowel blanket in the middle. Uzi turned off the lights before starting the movie.

You started to shuffle nervously as the movie progressed, not feeling comfortable in the barely lit room. V noticed and chuckled.

"Afraid of the dark, bite-size?"

"What? No. . . Yes. . . Shut up!" V chuckled before leaning to Lizzy and whispering something in her audio receptor. Lizzy giggled and the pair looked at you with an evil look. You didn't notice, however, as you were staring at the movie, trying to ignore the darkness around you.

When the movie ended, Uzi had fallen asleep, so N volunteered and took her to her room, leaving you with Lizzy and V.

Lizzy stood up and moved to the other side of you.

"So, V tells me you're afraid of the dark."

"Don't worry your little head, Y/N. We know the perfect place for you to get over your fear," V teased.

Lizzy picked you up by the back of your shirt and just let you dangle for a second.

"Okay, V. Open up!"

V gave a sinister chuckle and opened her mouth, revealing her razer sharp teeth and she stuck out her squishy black tongue. Lizzy held you over V's cavernous mouth as you began to kick the open air frantically.

"You two can't be serious!" Lizzy laughed and spoke in a snarky tone.

"Oh, relax! We're robots! We can't digest stuff! You'll be fine! I already gave her tummy a test run a few weeks ago. It's perfectly fine! Nice and dark, and it's the perfect place for someone with a fear of the dark!" "What do you mean you did a test run—?"

Lizzy cut you off by dropping you onto V's tongue. You grab the spongy rope out of fear of falling further, soaking yourself in V's saliva. Before you can say anything, V pulls her tongue and you into her mouth.

You were now trapped in V's mouth. You trembled in the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a bright light as V opened her mouth. You peered outside to see Lizzy taking a picture of you in V's mouth.

"Heh. Nice. Alright V, they're yours now."

"Wait! Wait! V, don't—!"

V closed her mouth quickly and swallowed before you could say another word. Her tight throat quickly pulled you down as you wiggled with your eyes squeezed shut.

Eventually, you were deposited in V's stomach. You felt it churn softly around you and heard it let out a soft groan of satisfaction. You tentatively opened your eyes and felt... calm. . . You laid down in her stomach, not bothering to try and struggle. The whole experience soothed you and you didn't feel afraid of the darkness in her stomach. You could hear V chuckle above you and you felt two soft pats near you.

V smiled warmly as she felt her little snack settling in. She leaned back on the couch and patted her abdomen.

"Aww, they're getting comfy! They must like it in there, despite the dark!"

"I told you it would work!" Lizzy laid on top of V, laying her head on V's tummy so that she could hear you better.

"How are you doing in there, Y/N?"

"It's actually quite comfortable in here!"

"Told ya. Now get some sleep, that's your bed for tonight!"

Lizzy giggled and pulled herself up so that Her head was under V's chin.

"Glad you came up with this plan, V. I was skeptical at first, but it worked and was fun to pull off!"

V wrapped her arms around Lizzy, holding her close as she pulled the blanket over herself.

"I know right? Well, since you told Y/N to go to sleep, why don't we do the same?"

"You read my mind." Lizzy and V would close their eyes, replacing them with "Sleep Mode" and holding each other close.

Inside V's belly, you snuggled up to one of the walls, feeling the plush surface sink under your weight. You quickly found the perfect position and closed your eyes. You fell asleep faster than you ever have in your entire life. Your eyes were replaced with "Sleep Mode" and underneath was a single flashing line of text; "Sweet Dream Mode: On."

The next day after you were let out you left Uzi's house happier than you went in.

Not because it was over, but because you found a way to actually enjoy the dark. Maybe you could find someone else to let you sleep in their belly, or maybe. . .

You could find someone to sleep in yours. . .

[ideas-4-stories]

Cross Guild Romance Prompt: Buggy loves to have sleepovers with his crew, so one day by some sheer madness he actually extends an invitation to Mihawk and Crocodile. What is even more shocking is that Mihawk and Crocodile actually show up and actually have a wonderful time with Buggy and the rest of the crew, sharing stories of their times out on the open ocean, badmouthing Shanks and Luffy, Mihawk even sharing some of the crazy duels he fought to get to the top. Crocodile shares how he gained the trust and love of his first giant fruitwani. More sleepovers happen and Cross Guild's bonds as a crew strengthen. Mihawk and Crocodile start to see Buggy in a new light and decide to have a special, "private" sleepover with just the three of them. They invite him over to Crocodile's place, Buggy's thinking it's gonna be the whole crew, but instead it's just him being wined, dined, and seduced by Mihawk and Crocodile.

Funny idea, the sheer madness was the fact Buggy was drunk when he extended the invitation to Crocodile and Mihawk.

I think that would be the funniest and logical way Buggy would have done that. He probably thought Mihawk and Crocodile wouldn’t actually come (It would funny if Daz is invited to the sleepovers before Crocodile and Mihawk) I can see them having sleepovers every weekend (on both days or only one) Whoever can show up, shows up, gossip, and does other things people do during a sleepover.

Got to say it's more badmouthing Shanks while they all think about how crazy Luffy is. Will there be debates on which person that got beaten by Luffy was deserved? Then say how annoying he is

I say yes, that would be fun to watch. Mihawk talking about his crazy duels, no doubt some had Shanks in them, which the redhead gets badmouthed again. Crocodile telling how he gained the love and trust from a giant fruitwani! (That’s so cute)

Then when Crocodile and Mihawk asked Buggy to join next weekend’s sleepover at Crocodile’s place. It makes sense for Buggy to think his friends will be there. That means he might have talked about the sleepover and his crew is like ‘Oh’ Realization hits and they just let Buggy think it’s a sleepover to see what will happened.

[bat-snake]

Couple little things of reading to Leola, in three stages of quality. Realms Beyond Time isn't exactly at-age reading material, but it still sure makes her sleep.

Plus Discworld??? And The Dark Crystal??? (with friends)

Or at the very least, loving homages that could realistically exist 2000 years in the past. I should actually solidify what kind of stories Leola was told...

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Malleus

The next time Malleus visits you, he questions you on the concept of a sleepover party. You’re about to respond pretentiously until you remember how sheltered Malleus has been since childhood. As a treasured prince of a highly revered royal legacy, he shouldn’t be taking chances with strange commonfolk. Now that he’s away from his overbearing grandmother and courtiers, he wants to experience the commoner celebrations at least once.

Of course, with Malleus’s oh-so-malevalent reputation, he’s been skimped out on opportunities with (and by) his fellow classmates. He sees Silver and Sebek enjoy themselves, and the little green monster has been itching at Malleus lately.

You suggest that Malleus can stay over at Ramshackle any time he wants. Your door is always open.

“To intrude on one’s property would be sinful.”

“Not if you have the host’s permission to visit. It’s not like you’re gonna live at Ramshackle forever.”

Malleus smirks. “I suppose that is a correct statement.” His voice trails off, and he slips into his pondering state. You’re about to ask what it is until Malleus speaks up again. “May I ask about your weekend schedule?”

“What for?”

“Would you be welcome to have this “sleepover party” with me?”

You can never refuse such a request. You suggest that the party can start on Saturday when the both of you are free.

“Indeed, I shall arrive and be the polite guest of the evening.”

The week slowly inches by, and homework and class has you almost forgetting the arrangement you have promised Malleus earlier in the week. On Friday, Grim asks you if you’ll be joining Ace and Deuce to Foothill Town, but you let your little cat friend know of your sleepover plans instead.

“Malleus is coming here? Why?” he exclaims.

“Because he politely asked,” you respond matter-of-factly.

Grim doesn’t like the idea, but he can’t argue as you’ve been put in charge of Ramshackle based on the Headmage’s word.

He leaves with the boys Saturday morning, and the Adeuce duo, too, are concerned about your idea. You reassure them that it’s a sleepover, not a battle of the wands. They mean well, and you know this, but you also wish people would be more accepting of Malleus as you are. You remind yourself this is not an easy feat to accomplish.

You spend the rest of the hours organizing the guest room. You don’t know what exactly will make a royal prince, let alone a Housewarden comfortable. You can only do what you have in Ramshackle’s possession.

Once Malleus’s potential room is spick and span, you head into the kitchen and align the ingredients for roasting marshmallows. It’s past five and you wonder if Malleus is on his way. You send him a text about when he’ll come over. Instead of texting back, assuming he’s still lacking knowledge of the function, Malleus responds with a phone call.

“Yeah, Hornton. I was wondering when you were coming over,” you tell him.

“Depends if you are ready to receive me.”

“I think so. I made sure everything was ready.”

“Splendid.”

Before you can say anything else, he hangs up. “Hornton?”

A knock at the door soon follows. Who else could it be knocking than the guest you are expecting? You open the door and behold, there he stands.

“Here I am. This is my dress for the “sleepover.” Does it meet your expectations?”

Your jaw hits the floor. You invite Malleus into Ramshackle, ogling his draping black pajamas (a shirt and pants set) with forest green bordering. A lake blue shawl hangs off his shoulders. Its imprint is calligraphy in natural artistic form. Tassels drop from the edges of the fabric as if blowing in the wind as the Briar Valley prince walks and turns. You barely believe what Malleus is wearing is even pajamas. Are these even fit for a sleepover? “You really are a prince.”

“Yes? Was I to be disbelieved?”

“What?” Did you really say that out loud? Your face shades into the reddest color to exist. “I mean, yes, you are. I just…I don’t know why I said--”

Malleus interrupts your stammering with a comfortable chuckle. “You’re quite the charmer. I accept your compliment. Thank you.”

Though he permits the compliment, your face is still hot. “You’re welcome.

To quickly divert away from the embarrassing moment. You show Malleus the materials for smores and explain that these are the quintessential sleepover snack.

“Wouldn’t a snack consist of one item? You have displayed an entire collection,” he remarks.

“Well, yeah,” you mutter. “You have to build it and then eat it.”

“Build it? Will you please instruct me?”

You explain that they need to roast the marshmallow and then squish it with chocolate and graham crackers like a sandwich. “I would use the fireplace, but wood is not available for burning, so the next best thing is the stove.”

“Is it?” Malleus’s voice is deep as he asks.

You open a marshmallow bag, and Malleus takes one as you offer. You’re about to turn on the stove, but he advises you not to. Poking his marshmallow on his fork, Malleus gives one spit, and a flame engulfs the puffy block of sugar. He blows it out after a few seconds, leaving the fluffy block partially black. “Like this?” he asks you.

Astounded, you only nod.

Though without your permission, he takes your marshmallow fork and does the same thing for you. “How fun this is. I haven’t had an excuse to blow my fire in a long time. I could eat these little objects by themselves.”

“If you want to, you can. I can’t stop you from doing that.”

“No. I shall combine it with the other ingredients you suggested. How fair will it be to ignore instructions such as yours?”

So with both marshmallows squashed onto the chocolate and graham crackers, the both of you dig into your creations. Much to your delight, Malleus thrills himself in the smores. Of course, you two are careful with eating too much.

With your stomachs full with sugary goodness, you and Malleus head upstairs to relax for the rest of the night. Your room has its curtains apart, shining the moonlight into the space. As you pace your breathing, staring at the ceiling, Malleus is distracted by the outside.

“What are you looking at, Horton?” you question.

“The stars,” he replies nonchalantly. “They are very beautiful.”

You look over at the window, too. “Oh, yeah, they are.”

“This dormitory has always been the most ideal spot to watch the night stars. The serenity of it all eases one’s troubles so quickly.”

You agree that it does have a clear view. “Diasomnia doesn't have the same view?”

“I’m afraid not. Diasomnia House is always cloaked in dark clouds.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Apologies are not necessary here. It is the nature of the dormitory’s design.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. “Hornton…”

“Hmm?”

“When you used to sneak off here, what exactly did you do? Stare at the stars?”

“Not in silence if that is what you are referring to. This was a quiet place to practice music, too.”

“Music?”

He removes his shawl from his shoulders and gently wraps it around yours. Malleus waves his hand, twisting his wrist circularly. The neck of a violin lands perfectly in his palm. The body of the instrument is decorated in carefully designed vines as they’ve been customly engraved. When he waves his other hand the same way, the bow to the violin appears in the correct grasping position. Malleus scooches to the edge of the bed, points the bow to the moon, having the light bounce into the room, and graces Ramshackle with a romantic nocturne.

The violin’s sweet, velvety voice softens against your ears. Its lullaby lulls you to a candied slumber. Your body slips, so that your back leans against the mattress gently. Malleus continues his song, distracted in his confident stringing. His song comes to a soft conclusion, and his eyes glance at your resting self. Malleus captures his chuckles down his throat as he vanishes his instructment back to where it has sat before he’s summoned it for the song. He watches you peacefully sleep, carefully twirling your hair with his pronounced nails. As Malleus looks over you, he realizes that a sleepover isn’t just about sleeping away from where your home is. Sleeping over perhaps is a little bit more.

[double-features]

i have a couple drafts i need to work on, js wanted to know which one you guys want the most because!! yeah!! here are the w.i.p's along with a short summary :]

---- CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER (reader is a cinema nerd and max takes them on a movie date)

---- HOMECOMING COURT - RUSSELL HAYES x READER (reader and russell are silly gooses who go to homecoming together!)

---- BULLET - PRE!CULT KAI ANDERSON x READER (uh oh! angst! reader and kai are partners, she comes out about her suicidal ideations and he tries to comfort her)

---- ASTRAPHOBIA - TATE LANGDON x READER (reader is totally scared of storms and one night, tate tries to cheer them up/lull them back to sleep)

---- GOODBYE, MY DANISH SWEETHEART - COLIN ZABEL x READER (reader is scared to express her love for colin and it causes a lot of issues in their relationship)

---- ALIVE - TATE LANGDON x READER (reader learns tate is a ghost and tries to join him on the other side, their plan doesnt work)