#💤Hey... it's me...

[actingkaname]

/🥀/ - Hey guysss, Kaname art dropped... and also using it as my new pfp. Not a full body but at least you kind of know what she looks like! - /🥀/

[shirogane-oushirou]

the dream around it Wasn't Great (tm), but omg. dreamt that otomate released an alice fandisk that compiled all of the old games + vn-ified some of the novels + included some new stuff, and i wanted to cryyyyyyy i was so happy. and at one part it was almost like a vr vn?? i was literally in alice's shoes and interacting with a very flustered gray??????

[storytellerwhims]

LEGACY THAT IS NEVER BORING GRAPHICS!👩🏼‍🌾🧇

Hey everyone! The legacy challenge where you "Never Get Bored" graphics are now available! For the Non-Modded Version of the challenge. The art was made by the incredible graphics artist @kimbasprite! If you want graphics made, please go check her Kofi out! If you play the Never Get Bored Legacy Challenge, be sure to use the hashtag #sims4nevergetboredlegacy and tag me @storytellerwhims! I hope you enjoy this legacy challenge it's my favorite! If you want to play any of the other versions, they are here on my Tumblr! Also, if you want to see my playthrough of this legacy challenge. I'm playing the modded version over on my YouTube Channel! If you enjoy my content please subscribe, like and comment! Thank you for all the support! Hope you have a peaceful day!!🩵💚

Base Game Version of the Never Get Bored Legacy Challenge💤

[mmegwrld]

ꪆৎ ೃ࿔* INTO YOU + jeon jungkook

you get assigned to tutor the meanest guy you’ve ever met, jeon jungkook. he pushes away, not accepting your help. until he finally gives in.

word count : 3.7k

genre : angst! happy ending :-)

warnings : guys i’m sorry it’s so angsty AGAIN WTF, hurt.. comfort, mean boy jk + sweetheart reader! crying,, JK IS AN ASSHOLE!! LIKE THE WHOLEEEE TIME!! i was listening to just one day the whole time while writing so 💪 can you guys tell i like ariana by the titles 😭😭

a/n : guys IK… IM KIND OF LATE ON MY UPLOADING OOPPSSSS!! i lowkey hate this but i have no other ideas in mind 🏋🏽‍♀️💤💐🌞 and THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!!

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you walk into professor kim’s lecture room, smiling at him as you walk up, “good afternoon, miss (last name). i would like you to tutor one of your classmates,” he says.

you nod, “who?” professor kim looks behind you, “jeon jungkook, you’ll be getting tutored with (name), twice a week. no exceptions,” his voice booms. you turn around, seeing a boy in the seat with his legs up and hood up. like he owned the place.

he doesn’t even look up before muttering a small, “cool.” you blink, “we can meet at the library tomorrow!” you say sweetly. jungkook looks up at you, “okay.”

“we should exchange numbers! just in case you need to skip one,” you whisper the last part. jungkook shrugs, “okay. give me your phone,” he puts out his hand. you unlock your phone and hand it to him.

about two seconds later, he hands the phone back. he looks back at his phone, “don’t waste your time,” he mutters. you tilt your head, “what?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly. jungkook glances to you, “i’m not showing up to that. so, don’t waste your time.”

he was serious. it was tuesday afternoon, 4:15pm and an empty library table. you checked the clock at 3. than 3:30. than 4. you sigh no sign of jungkook. this was your third session, the second one he missed. he’s only went to the first one so far, which he showed up 30 minutes late too, didn’t bring his books and spent the entire time on his phone.

just like usual, you were patient. you texted him after the missed session.

hey, missed you today! :-) hope everything’s good. wanna reschedule again? read.

you sigh and get up, packing your books. you walk out of the library.

the next day, you wait for him outside of his classroom. you thought you were doing right by seeing if anything is wrong with him.

the hallways buzz with voices and backpacks zipping. you look down at your shoes as jungkook walks out. your eyes follow him, “jungkook!”

he doesn’t spot walking, he doesn’t even look at you. you catch up to his pace, “hey! you okay? we need to talk,” you smile up at him.

he continues to walk, “no we don’t,” he mutters. you pout and sigh softly, “you’ve missed almost every session, i’ve texted you and—“ jungkook looks at you finally with a dry laugh.

“yeah, i seen. real persistent, aren’t you?” he asks, like a mean boy. you blink again, “is that supposed to be funny?” jungkook stops walking, turning to you fully now.

“look. you don’t need to play your little sweet girl act with me. i’m not some charity case you get extra credit for helping,” he says. you face fell, like truly. you shake your head, “no! no! i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what this is about.”

“than what is it?” he snaps. you stare up at him with a small frown, “you don’t even know me. you’re wasting your time chasing after somebody who doesn’t want to be fixed.”

you look around, “it-it’s just tutoring sessions.. i didn’t— jungkook—“ you take a deep breath, looking down at your twisted hands. “i never said you needed fixing, i’m just trying to help you with your grade.”

“yeah? than why are you bothering me so much about it?” his voice lowers. you stay silent as he scoffs and walks away. you stare at him.

what? why is he so mad? it’s only tutoring sessions.

jungkook shakes his head as he walks away from you. who the fuck do you think you are? the perfect sweet girl of your grade?

jimin catches up with jungkook, staring at him with raised brows. jungkook looks at him, “what?” jimin sighs, “you don’t have to be so mean to (name). you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

jungkook pauses, irritated already, “what are you talking about?” jimin shrugs, “(name). you’re being mean to her… it’s just tutoring sessions.”

“i’m not some charity case so she can stick up to mr kim. she keeps texting me like i need help… like i’m some type of project,” he shakes his head.

“she’s just trying to help you with school work! why do you hate her so much? she’s being nice to you,” jimin scoffs. jungkook clenches his jaw, “i don’t need her pity, jimin.”

“it’s not pity, it’s being a selfless person. you think your grades are gonna go up if you’re being a jerk to your tutor?” jimin adds. jungkook stays quiet, “whatever…” he mumbles.

can’t come today, helping my mom.

jungkook said he would show up. he told you to meet at the library at 5. you groan, feeling truly irritated for the first time in ages. you shove your stuff into your bag again. you sigh deeply as you walk out of the library.

you take a shortcut to your dorm, walking past the cafe. you turn your head, freezing. you see jungkook with a girl. a pretty girl, sitting across from him laughing.

he didn’t see you, but you saw everything. the way he was smiling at her, that stupid fucking sideways smile. leaning in whenever she said something. he was enjoying himself. he didn’t look cold, detached, the jungkook who speaks to you.

your heart twists, you now felt defeated.

you shake your head, quickly walking to your dorm. helping his mom? are you serious?

the week after, you sat in the library. it wasn’t a day to tutor jungkook so you were alone. you write down your essay, listening to old ariana grande as you puff out your hot cheeks.

you feel a presence in front of you. you glance up seeing jungkook. you don’t say anything, still writing your essay. he huffs, “hey.��

you hum, “hi.” he furrows his brows, “so? it’s our day—“

“it’s not actually. so you can leave if you want to,” you cut him off. jungkook scoffs, like always. “so the one day i show up with my shit you don’t wanna teach me?”

you slam the pencil, “oh.. i’m sorry— you told me you were busy helping your mom,” you said. he shakes his head, “what? i was.” you fake smile, “oh really? because i saw you… with that girl.”

the guilt hit him like a punch to the gut. he opens his mouth, “and?”

“and? you told me… you couldn’t come to the session. because of your mom.” you say again.

“why did you lie to me? why would you even agree with professor kim to get a tutor?” you stare at him. he stares back, “i don’t owe you an explanation, (name). you’re not my girlfriend. i don’t have to tell you anything,” he shrugs.

you narrow your eyes, “you’re such a fucking asshole, do you know that? why are you so fucking mean to me?! i have done nothing but be nice to you. i don’t even fucking talk to you.”

“don’t act like you’re an innocent victim.”

“i’m not acting like a victim, jungkook. you keep blowing me off, keep pushing me around—“

“you think you’re special?” he leans closer to you. your head spins, “i told you not to waste your time. you wanna know why i hate you (name)? you’re such an angel and it makes me want to throw up. i hate the way you make me feel vulnerable, small— less than you. you have always— always tried to help me. for what?”

you stare at him with sad furrowed brows, your lip quivering a bit. he continues to talk, “every time you try to help me, it reminds me how i can’t be. i will never be good for anybody and the one time i found somebody— you— somebody to fucking help me… i don’t want them near me.”

“i don’t want you to speak to me ever again. i don’t want your fucking tutor sessions— i don’t want your fucking help with anything! seeing you try so hard makes me so fucking mad. you make me feel pitied and that pisses me off more than anything.”

you watch him walk away, your hands trembling. is that how you made people felt? you didn’t mean to.

your intentions are good, you know that. why couldn’t he just— a choked sob comes out your throat. you thank God that you’re in the back of the library so nobody can see you crying.

you fidget with your nails as tears spill down your eyes. you grab your stuff and walk out the library.

it’s been weeks since you and jungkook have last spoke and it was horrible. you stopped talking much, you didn’t want others to be a burden. what if somebody really does feel like that?

it was halloween night, almost midnight when your phone rang. unknown number? you groan softly.

“hello?” you say softly. it was silent for a moment. a slurred voice spoke, “(name)? angel?”

your chest tightens, “jungkook?” you ask. you felt your head start to hurt, “you picked up.”

you heard music, talking, wind. he was at the party, obviously. you sigh, “didn’t think you would…” he slurs. you stay quiet before speaking up again, “are you okay?”

he didn’t answer instead he laughs softly— sad, kind of bitter. “you’ve always… i hate how fucking sweet you are. i don’t hate it. i love your sweetness. i love the way you say my name. i love the way you talk, laugh.”

you sit on your bed, staring at your covers. you were shocked… a little mad, sad.

“jung—“

“you’re different like why did you pick up? i don’t know what your deal is like i’m a dick to you but you pick up my drunk calls! i blow you off and act like a dick. but you’re so nice to me, everytime.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, “i know you’re not mean though,” you mumble softly. there was another pause, “that’s what scares me.”

you stand by your window, looking at the moon, “what scares you?” “you see me while i can’t even see myself,” his voice slows down, still slurred but more serious.

“and i don’t know how to talk to you. you’re so soft and light. i dunno how to be around that,” he frowns to himself. your heart cracks open a little, “you don’t have to be anything around me.”

“i think about you… all the time. i cannot believe i talked to you like that. i’m such an asshole… i made you fucking cry,” he shakes his head.

“you’re drunk,” you say gently. “doesn’t make it less true.”

you grab your hoodie, “where are you?”

“i’m at blake’s party. i left it so im actually on some bench in the quad. i hated it… everybody’s so fake… besides jimin… jin… suga… hobi… tae… joon… and you. i don’t wanna be with them though— i wanna be around you.”

you sigh, “im coming.”

you hug your hoodie tight as you walk around the quad. and then— there he was. slumped on a bench under a glow of the streetlight, head tilted, hoodie slipping off. his legs were stretched out, tapping his food against the pavement like he was trying to stay awake.

you walk up, “jungkook?” you say quietly. his head lolls to the side. his eyes were glassy, unfocused. but when they landed on you, they had a flash of something. shame. surprise. relief.

“you actually came,” he said, like it shocked him more then the cold air. you sit next to him, “why wouldn’t i?” his eyes follow your figure. he stares at you like you aren’t real.

“let’s go back, okay?” you help him up. he doesn’t argue, finally. he leans against you, the smell of alcohol clinging onto him. as you two walk to your dorm, he mumbles something you almost didn’t understand.

“i don’t get you,” his heavy slurred words. “you’re not like… everybody.”

you lay him on the bed. you make a face. his outside clothes on the bed. you sigh as you make your way to the couch.

the morning after, jungkook woke up in a… girl’s room?! oh hell no— did he fuck somebody? you walk in, your hoodie hanging right above your levi jeans.

you glance at him, “morning,” you smile softly. he stares at you, “what happened?” he croaks. you give him a bottle of water and some advil. you sit on the bed, “you called me. drunk… at midnight.”

he blinks, “right. sorry.”

you watch his expression for a second. he was finally more soft. “you said some stuff… and it makes me feel a certain way now.”

he looks at you, “i know.. im sorry.”

you bite your tongue, “i have class. text me again if you wanna try again. with tutoring.”

you grab your keys and began to walk out. jungkook calls out for you.

you turn around, “hm?” “thank you for picking up..” he says softly. you smile, “anytime.”

it’s been three days since the drunk call. he hasn’t texted… so you didn’t either. it was the friday before spring break and you walk into the library to study for a exam. you walk to your usual table, seeing him. hoodie on. headphones off. a pen between his fingers, flipping it anxiously.

you froze in the aisle, just looking at him. he didn’t notice you at first— his eyes were hooked on some drawing. than he looks up.

“hey,” he says quietly. you sat down, “you’re here?” he nods, “i— i figured i can try today.” you didn’t reply, silence filled the conversation.

you hum, “kay.”

silence again.

he broke it, “i remember what i said that night.” he looks at you, those fucking boba eyes. your heart thumps, “okay.” he sighs.

he stares at you, like really. no irritation, pushing… just scared. he shakes his head, “i didn’t mean to dump that all on you.. i was so drunk. but not wrong.” you stay still, giving him time to say what he needs to.

“you’re right by the way,” he adds. “i do care but i don’t know how to without ruining it.” you exhale, the tension loosening in your chest, “you don’t have to figure it all out at once.”

he swallows hard, “do.. is it too late?”

“for what?”

“for a redo.”

your voice comes out soft, “no.. but if you wanna get tutored. show up and show up for real.” jungkook nods slowly, “i will. i just don’t know how to accept help like that.”

“we’ll figure it out,” you reply. he nods again, “i wanna take you on a date. tomorrow.” he blurts out. you wide your eyes, “oh! will you show up?” you laugh softly. he nods with a sideways smile, “i’ll be there.”

“okay. date tomorrow it is than.”

[thefriendlypigeon]

💤Sweet Dreams💤 Dean startled awake with a grunt, hand flying to his side, one leg still tangled in the sheets. "Woah HEY!" he yelped, blinking up into the very real, very present, very inappropriately close face of Castiel. The angel tilted his head. His hand - on Dean’s crotch - was warm. Firm. Entirely too comfortable. On his crotch. Dean's jaw was somewhere on the floor, never to be found again. Why was his hand on his - "I heard you praying for me in your dream," Cas said, completely deadpan. Dean’s brain short-circuited, still stuck on the horrifyingly sexy fact that his totally inappropriate celestial crush had his hand on his CRO- "I- that- wasn’t a prayer," he choked, trying and failing to dislodge himself with dignity. "That was- uh - private subconscious...stuff? What the fuck are you doing in my dreams!" "You were very convincing," Cas replied, finally lifting his hand but not backing away. His eyes flicked down meaningfully. "I felt...summoned." Dean, still blinking like someone had thrown a holy water balloon at his face, made a noise halfway between a cough and a scream. "This is why we need angel boundaries, man." "Should I go?" Cas asked, eyes wide, but he didn’t look particularly apologetic. Dean hesitated. Looked at Cas. Looked down. Then groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "At least buy me breakfast first." Cas momentarily squinted at Dean. “But it’s four a.m., Dea-" Dean let out a strangled groan and flopped back into his pillow. “God help me.” 💙💚💙💚💙💚

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[prettymfwrites]

Paige x teammate reader please! I beg of you 😭😔

Yessss babes 🙏🏾 this was sitting in my drafts sorry ❤

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💙 Paige Bueckers x Female Teammate!Reader Headcanons

(ft. UConn Team Shenanigans)

(Not proofread)

🥺 Protective Paige Mode™

Paige is usually calm and goofy, but the second someone fouls you too hard or gets in your face during practice or a game?

> "Back off, that’s my girl."

She’ll walk up slowly, real chill, and stare until the message is received.

You once got shoved hard going for a layup and Paige didn't even let the ref finish their call before she was checking if you were okay.

> "You good? Need me to handle her?"

Teammates joke that when you fall, Paige gets to you before the trainers.

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📱 TikTok Addict x TikTok Hater

You are obsessed with TikTok. Paige? Not so much.

But she somehow ends up in all your videos... reluctantly.

You’ll catch her coming out the locker room and be like,

> “Okay babe do this dance with me, just the first part.”

Paige: “Baby I got on slides and no rhythm, don’t do this to me.”

One time you did a TikTok where she had to lip sync Megan Thee Stallion and she gave up halfway through and said:

> “Nah I can’t be sexy on camera like that, mama, my mom gon’ see this.”

Aaliyah, Nika, and Ice Brady are your hype squad. They love watching Paige get roped in.

> Aaliyah: "PAIGE did you just do the body roll?? Who ARE you??"

Paige: "I was held at gun point."

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💘 Nickname Central

Paige lives off the nicknames. You never hear her say your government name unless it’s something serious.

> "Pass me the water, pretty."

"Yo babe, you left your slides in my locker again."

"You seen my charger, mama? You always take mine."

She’ll casually call you “baby” in front of the team and then act confused when they’re teasing.

> Nika: “Oop, baby??”

Paige: “What? I got a baby. Y’all just mad.”

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🏀 Practice & Locker Room Moments

During scrimmages, Paige will purposely switch teams if you’re dominating too much just to guard you.

> "Nah nah, I got her. No one else touch her. This is personal now."

You once smacked her butt after hitting a shot on her and she dramatically flopped like she was fouled, yelling:

> “Ref! Domestic!”

Paige leaves little notes in your locker on game days like:

> “Go off, pretty. I got rebound duty today if you start missing.”

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🛋 Lazy Days and Social Media Chaos

Y’all do “get ready with me” TikToks before team events. Paige is in the background struggling to pick an outfit while yelling:

> “Babe, do I wear the hoodie or the other hoodie?”

You: “Neither. You’re wearing the sweater I picked.”

If you post a photo where she thinks you look too good, she’s in the comments:

> “Delete this rn before they start in the comments.”

And then texts: “You tryna make me fight air?? 😤”

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💤 Post-Game Snuggles

After games, Paige likes to lie on your chest while you scroll on your phone. She pretends she hates the TikToks but lowkey enjoys watching you laugh.

> “You’re cute when you laugh, baby. Don’t change the vid yet.”

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🏀 Jealous Paige at Practice

The gym echoed with sneakers squeaking and laughter as practice scrimmage started heating up. You’d been matched up against Jaylin, one of the newer players on the team, and let’s just say… she was being a little too friendly.

You hit a nice step-back three right in her face, and Jaylin smiled, holding her hands up.

“Okayyy, I see you,” she said, tapping your waist lightly. “We got a shooter on our hands.”

You laughed, brushing it off, not noticing the way Paige paused mid-dribble on the other side of the court.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

“Yo Nika,” she said slowly, still watching Jaylin, “Switch with me real quick.”

“Why?”

“I’ma guard Y/N.”

“But I’m—”

“Nika.”

“…Got it.”

You raised an eyebrow as Paige jogged over, sliding in front of you with that calm-but-lowkey-murderous expression she gets when she’s annoyed.

“Hi babe,” you grinned, dribbling toward her.

“Hey pretty,” she said, stealing the ball clean. “You flirtin’ today or just hoopin’?”

You snorted. “What?”

“Just wondering,” Paige replied, way too casually, passing the ball behind her back to Aaliyah. “You and Jaylin got some chemistry I ain’t know about?”

You stepped closer, grinning. “Ohhh, is someone jealous?”

“Jealous?” she tilted her head with a smirk. “Nah, I just think people need to keep their hands to themselves unless they paying rent.”

Aaliyah hollered from the sideline.

“NOT THE RENT LINE.”

Jaylin raised her hands. “My bad, Bueckers! I was just playin’.”

Paige nodded, smiling tight. “Play somewhere else.”

You covered your mouth to stop from laughing and leaned into her. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous.” She winked. “Now come on, mama. I’m not lettin’ you score again unless you say I’m your favorite teammate.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Say it.”

“…Fine. You’re my favorite.”

“Louder for Jaylin in the back.”

“PAIGE!”

[savourandswell]

Dude you dissapeared just few months and you blew up!! What the hell did u do this time? So hot and inspiring! Congrats!

HAHA I knowwwwww. I can honestly say it just kind of… happened. I wasn’t trying, the weight just keeps coming. Thinking about my routine though, there are a few tips I have for anyone aspiring to or struggling to gain. So here they are…

WEIGHT GAIN TIPS FROM SAVOURANDSWELL

#1. 🥛MILK🥛:

I love milk. The value of milk to growing and maintaining my weight cannot be overstated. I consider it the most important aspect. A litre of whole milk contains anywhere from 650-850 calories, nearly double that if it’s Half&Half. SODA DOESN’T COME CLOSE TO NUMBERS LIKE THAT‼️ That’s not even to mention how nutritious milk is, you’ll get fatter, but somehow feel fitter. Trust me- if you want some easy gains, drink less soda and more milk.

#2. ❌No Small Snacks❌:

Small snacks will sabotage your appetite. If you’re hungry but all you have available is a packet of chips or some fruit? Leave them, stay hungry. Let that feeling grow- let your mind be consumed by the thought of food and wait until you have the chance to eat a real meal. You’ll eat far more calories then than if you’d given in for a paltry couple hundred.

#3. ⬆️BIG Meals & Eat Them Quickly⬆️:

If you can handle it, cut out snacks completely and eat 2-3 big meals a day. Your stomach will struggle to feel a difference between a huge amount of calories eaten far apart and a small amount eaten regularly throughout the day- but the scales will notice. 6000 calories spread across 3 meals will leave you feeling no more full than 2500 spread through small meals and snacks.

When you do eat your meals, EAT FAST. None should take much longer than 15-20 minutes, if they do, your body will start to feel it and your appetite will fail. I love to savour my food- but I save that for fancy dinners and sessions with a partner. If you want to gain, eat quickly and without very much thought at all. That leads me to my next point-

#4. 📱Eat Mindlessly📱

Don’t think too much when you eat, not even about how much you’re enjoying the food. There’s a real and powerful connection between mind and body- if you’re truly aware of how much food you’re eating, you will feel more full. Try not think about it, distract yourself by watching a movie, or YouTube, or talking to someone. Have all your food ready next to you, and shovel it in while you focus on something else.

#5. 💤Eat Your Biggest Meal Just Before You Sleep💤

Conventional wisdom states that eating before you sleep will make you fatter because your body is more sedentary- that doesn’t really make much sense, a calorie is a calorie regardless of when you eat it. HOWEVER, much of my previous advice will be perfectly applied by eating at this time. You will have had to wait quite a while between meals to eat at this time, making you very hungry. You will be tired, helping you to eat mindlessly. Besides that- you will get the pure bliss of descending into a sweet food coma every night, and leave just enough time for you to wake up hungry all over again.

Well, that’s it. Some quick tips from savourandswell. They may not feel applicable to you, they may even seem undesirable for the kind of lifestyle you want to live… HEY, that’s fine, no problem. This is just one fat guys tips, there are tons of ways to gain weight and mine may not work for everyone- but it’s worked for me, and that’s worth considering. Good luck ;)

[aventurineswife]

Hello! This request was for an spontaneous idea (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

It's about the reader's baby and the characters (Aventurine, Sampo, Sunday and Childe), said characters were distracted or doing something while holding their son, their son was staring at him until he suddenly bit his father's cheek, laughing at it leaving drool there.

The character, after that event tells the reader, who laughs at it and says that it seems pretty cute, until one day the character sees the reader doing the same thing but with his son, "biting" his cheeks while he laughs. It turns out that his own son was imitating the reader... (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

-💤🩵 anon

Little Teeth, Big Love

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Childe x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Parent-Child Bonding, Humor, Soft Moments, Baby Shenanigans, Established Relationship, Cheek-Biting Cuteness, Playful Teasing, Wholesome Family Dynamics.

Warnings: Just adorable interactions between characters, their baby, and the Reader!

A/N: I saw this on Pinterest!! 😭🥺

Aventurine sat at his desk, a deck of cards in one hand and his son perched on his knee. The little one’s bright eyes gleamed with curiosity as they followed the intricate shuffle of the cards. Aventurine was mid-sentence, muttering a complex strategy for his next gamble, when a sharp but tiny pinch broke his concentration.

“Ow!” Aventurine exclaimed, freezing in shock as his son’s tiny teeth latched onto his cheek. The baby giggled uncontrollably, his little hands patting Aventurine’s face, leaving sticky drool in his wake.

“Well, aren’t you the bold one,” Aventurine said with a bemused grin, wiping his cheek with a silk handkerchief. “Starting young, huh? Is this what you think of my strategies?” His tone was playful, his usual guarded expression softening.

When you walked in and noticed the scene, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like he’s inherited your love for surprises.”

Aventurine chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Surprises, yes. Manners, maybe not. Though I’ll admit, it’s... oddly endearing.”

Days later, Aventurine returned home early and caught sight of you in the living room, holding your son. Your laughter echoed as you gently nibbled on his chubby cheeks, eliciting delighted squeals.

Aventurine stood in the doorway, arms crossed and a rare, genuine smile gracing his face. “So this is where he learned it,” he teased.

You looked up, grinning. “What can I say? He’s a quick learner.”

Aventurine approached, placing a kiss on your forehead before gently poking his son’s cheek. “Well, my little mimic, you’ll have to up your game if you want to keep surprising me.”

Sampo was perched on the edge of the couch, balancing a small crate of mysterious trinkets on one side and his baby son on the other. His voice was animated as he narrated his latest “totally legal” escapade, occasionally tossing a shiny coin into the air to entertain his wide-eyed son.

Distracted by his storytelling, Sampo didn’t notice the mischievous glint in his son’s eyes until it was too late. A sudden, unexpected bite to his cheek made him yelp.

“Hey! What gives, buddy?” Sampo exclaimed, pulling back and rubbing his cheek. The baby burst into giggles, a string of drool trailing from his tiny mouth.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Sampo said, laughing as he tickled the baby’s belly. “That’s my best cheek, you know. Can’t have customers thinking I’m damaged goods!”

When you entered and saw Sampo wiping his face with an exaggerated pout, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like someone inherited your flair for chaos.”

“Chaos?” Sampo shot you a playful smirk. “I think he’s just testing the market.”

A few days later, Sampo strolled into the living room and found you holding your son, both of you laughing as you playfully nibbled on his chubby cheeks. Sampo froze, his jaw dropping.

“So, this whole time, you were the mastermind?” he teased, pointing an accusing finger at you.

You shrugged, grinning. “He learns from the best.”

Sampo scooped up his son, pretending to inspect him. “Guess that makes you my partner in crime, huh? Don’t worry, kid. We’ll corner the cheek-biting market together.”

Sunday sat serenely by the window, his golden halo faintly glowing as he cradled his son. The baby’s small hands toyed with the flowing scarf draped across Sunday’s shoulders, his eyes locked on his father’s thoughtful expression.

Sunday was mid-monologue about the philosophy of dreams when he felt a sudden pinch on his cheek. Startled, he turned his head to see his son gnawing enthusiastically on his face, his tiny wings fluttering with delight.

“Ah, my little dove,” Sunday murmured, his soft voice tinged with amusement. “Is this your way of engaging in debate?”

The baby giggled, his laughter filling the room as Sunday carefully wiped the drool from his cheek. “I suppose I’ll have to reconsider my approach if this is the new counterargument.”

When you entered and saw Sunday’s bemused expression, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like someone’s a fan of your philosophy.”

Sunday’s gaze softened as he turned to you. “If only all debates were this… charming.”

Later, Sunday returned from his evening walk to find you sitting in the nursery, gently nibbling on your son’s cheeks as he squealed with joy. Sunday stood in the doorway, his wings fluttering slightly as a rare smile graced his lips.

“So, it appears I’ve been outnumbered,” he teased gently. “The two of you make quite the team.”

You glanced up, grinning. “He’s a fast learner.”

Sunday approached, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Then perhaps I should learn from both of you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on his son’s forehead, his serene demeanor hiding the warmth in his heart.

Childe was in the middle of a playful spar with his baby son, holding him high above his head and growling like a bear. The baby’s eyes sparkled with joy as he laughed, his tiny hands waving in excitement. Childe’s grin widened as he brought the baby close for a kiss on the cheek.

Before he could pull away, a tiny mouth latched onto his face. “Ow!” Childe yelped, pulling back to find his son grinning, drool dripping from his cheek.

“Well, aren’t you a little fighter?” Childe said, laughing. “Going for the weak spots, huh? I’m impressed.”

When you walked in, you found Childe holding the baby up like a trophy, his cheek still glistening. “Guess what? Our little warrior just landed his first blow!”

You burst into laughter. “He’s definitely your son.”

A few days later, Childe returned home early from a mission and found you in the kitchen, holding your son and peppering his cheeks with playful nibbles. The baby’s giggles were infectious, filling the room with warmth.

Childe leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms with a smirk. “So that’s where he got it from.”

You looked up, feigning innocence. “Got what?”

Childe strode over, wrapping an arm around you and plucking the baby from your arms. “Cheek-biting skills. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

The baby giggled as Childe kissed his forehead. “Guess we’re a family of fighters, huh? Watch out, kid. Your old man’s still got a few tricks up his sleeve.”

[actingkaname]

“ My name is Kaname. Uh... Kaname Ishizumi. I don’t intend on socializing much, so don’t get too comfortable. ”

“ ... Unless I change my mind. ”

- 🎭

💤~ NECESSARY PROFILE INFO + EXTRA ~

🎭 Height - 5'7 ~ DOB - Oct. 11th

🎭 Likes - Musicals , Black cats ~ Dislikes - Social events [parties, mall hangouts, etc] , Summer / Spring

🎭 He / She ~ Ult Actor/ress

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💤~ RULES AND INFO ~

NO NSFW! Mod is a minor. 💙

Other OC interactions are A-OKAY ! Same with shipping. I'm a multishipper so I don't really mind. 💙

Yes this oc is for ALL GAMES. All games. Just pretend it makes sense, I have other ocs for each game. This one's just my self insert-ish.

I know this is just an oc account but if you could interact that would be REALLY cool and awesome! (⌒_⌒;) 💙

💤~ TAGS (i think i'm doing this right?) ~

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🦴 ~ Mod's name is Eva! For whenever I make an ooc comment or post, i'll put the /🥀/ symbols to indicate that it's mod speaking !

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And yeah that should be about it. See ya !

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Sleep Paralysis Demon Visits You Nightly

[Yandere! Sleep Paralysis Demon x GN Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

You tried so hard to stay awake for as long as you could.

You even tried to look up ways to stay up online, doing tricks such as downing caffeine, jogging late at night, and even refusing to sit anywhere near your bed.

Unfortunately, you're only human and eventually you could feel the sleepiness taking over your body.

Hopefully he won't show tonight...

💤

It's dark out and the only noise that you can pick up is the slight scratching of the tree against the glass on your bedroom window. Your line out sight is directed towards the far corner of your bedroom, which is shrouded in black shadows.

But you can't move.

You can't speak.

You're trapped.

Helpless.

A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead, and your heart begins to race in your chest as you wait for it...

"Hey, Darling," a deep, gravelly voice echoes out in your small bedroom.

The black shadow in the corner of the room darkens, seemingly drawing in the rest of the shadows in the bedroom-- a pair of eerie red eyes appear.

They laser focus on you.

"Darling, I missed you," the voice says again. "I missed you so, so much." An angry growl emanates from the dark corner of the room. "Why? Why are you trying to avoid me?"

The wooden floorboards creak as he approaches the bed. Slowly, you can start to make out a tall, intimidating figure emerging from the shadows. The sleep paralysis demon who's visited you every night for the past few months stalks closer and closer to the bed.

He's angry, you fear. His red eyes are narrowed in your direction, and as he draws nearer, his large mouth is forming a snarl. It shows off the rows of dagger-sharp teeth that could easily slice your flesh if you ever piss him off.

Had you been able to move, you would've shivered at the sight of the terrifying demon.

The demon paused and frowned when he sensed your fear.

"Oh, Darling," he almost pouted, "don't be scared. Daddy won't hurt you."

He moves out of sight, but then you can feel the mattress starting to shift underneath his added weight. His body radiates an intense heat as it crawls over you. He snakes his strong arms around you and holds you closer to him.

"I'm just a little upset that my darling isn't getting enough sleep," the demon huffs, his hot breath wafting over your cheek as he speaks. His lips are pressed against you, and you can feel his facial muscles flex with every word he mutters.

Helpless, you're completely powerless as he cuddles you. He runs admiring fingers through your hair and shoves his nose into the crook of your neck, moaning loudly as he inhales your delicious scent.

"It's the only time we can see each other," he continues. "And I really missed you when you weren't sleeping. Didn't you miss me? Even a little bit?"

Of course you would've refused had you been able to answer.

"Of course you did," the demon smiles. "My darling missed me a lot. I just know it... maybe, just maybe I won't let you wake up. Then we can be together forever."

Your heart speeds up.

"Would you like that, Darling?"

You close your eyes as you try to drift off, desperate to get away from this love obsessed demon.

"I would love that very much. I love you very much, Darling. And I hate that we can't be together during the day."

He tightens his grip on you.

"Which is why it's important for you to get your sleep. If you keep trying to stay up all night, then you'll leave me no choice but to never let you wake up."

The thought is terrifying-- being trapped in your sleep paralysis with this demon cuddling up to you constantly. And all the while, you'd be helpless to do anything at all.

"I love you so much, Darling," the demon coos as he presses a kiss onto your cheek. "Sweet dreams, my love."

[xoxochb]

Hey Prue!

I was wondering if you could write about showering with percy. None smutty just cutsey patooties and fluffy. All fine if not xx

-💤

“what would happen if I ate soap?”

you furrow your brows and take the soap bottle from percy before he has the chance to find out. “erase that thought.”

he nods once. “yes ma’am.”

you mutter a ‘thank you’ before taking some of said soap into your hand. it’s strawberry. a few months ago you had to substitute it for vanilla since the store had been out of strawberry at the time.

percy did not like the vanilla soap. he said it wasn’t your signature scent and it was off putting. you listened to whines and complaints for a week before buying the strawberry again. he never lets that go.

he smiles once it’s in your hand. you outstretch it and he takes a large inhale of the scent.

“my favorite.”

you roll your eyes and take your hand back, beginning to lather yourself in the soap to clean yourself. though you feel percy’s green eyes intently watching.

“don’t even think about it.”

once finished, you put your soapy hands beneath the water to rinse of it.

“how do you know what I’m thinking? do you have telepathic powers now, sweet girl?”

“I don’t need any magic to know what goes on in that brain of yours.”

“so you know what I’m thinking right at this very moment? enlighten me, sweet girl.”

you push him to the side so you can stand beneath the water. you close your eyes and savor the heat. “I’m not saying any of that out loud.”

“so you don’t know?”

you open your eyes to scowl at him. percy only smirks. “I don’t think you’re funny.”

“I never said I was.”

you groan and put your shower on fast-forward. you begin running your hands through your hair to remove and remaining conditioner from before.

“I want to.”

“last time I let you wash my hair you only got fifty percent of the soap out.”

the shower pressure is suddenly not very pleasurable.

“fine.”

it returns back to how it was before. percy smiles victoriously and begins to take over your task. you don’t trust him very much to do a very good job but you’d like to enjoy a pleasant shower.

not even ten seconds later, he gives up. or more so, declares being ‘done.’

you do one last run-through before quickly turning the knob before percy can protest and ask for ten more minutes.

“aw, you’re no fun, sweet girl.”

“you’re going to shrivel up.”

you step out and take a towel, beginning to dry yourself off. percy follows like a lost puppy.

“I can’t shrivel, water is in my veins.”

“water is inside of everyone, dumbass.”

he’s silent for a second. “well I’m the son of poseidon so it’s different.”

it was true, he did have you there.

“fine.”

percy takes the towel from your hands and begins to dry you off himself. he stands dripping and it takes everything in you not to trail your eyes over him.

and it turns out everything in you is not very much.

[nahoney22]

Me again! Please can I request some HC’s with the bad batch and how they react to reader (gn or female) accidentally crawling into the boys bunk at night 😂

Accidental Sleeping Arrangements

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

How the boys react to you accidentally crawling into their bunk at night.

warnings: Fluff, comfort, cuddles, some moody boys, gender neutral reader. Can be read as romantic or platonic.

Echo 💤

The first time:

As you slid into his bunk accidentally that evening, he was thoroughly bewildered. He had jolted awake and sat upright, observing your exhausted form snuggling against him, eyelids heavy with fatigue.

With tactful gentleness, he roused you from your slumber, delicately shaking you to bring you back to awareness. "Hey, um, you're in my bunk, trooper."

Your eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light, and a muttered curse escaped your lips as you retreated, cheeks warming with embarrassment. "Sorry, Echo," you apologized, slipping out of his bunk. "I must be completely drained," you sheepishly confessed.

"It's alright. I just didn't want to startle you by waking up to my face," he commented. You glance at him with a furrow forming on your brow before you shook your head.

"I doubt I'd be bothered by that..." your words trailed off, potentially carrying unintended flirtation. Echo's eyes widened slightly, his hand instinctively moving to the back of his neck, a clear sign of slight shyness at your words.

"Anyway," you say abruptly, spinning on your heel. "Sorry about that."

Echo simply nodded, silently observing as you retreated to your own bunk, leaving him with a sudden chill in the air, now yearning for the warmth you briefly brought beside him.

The second time:

With a tired yawn, Echo wearily approaches his bunk a few nights later, only to halt in surprise at the sight of someone curled up inside. Upon closer inspection, he realises it's you again, presenting him with a slight dilemma.

Despite his weariness, Echo knows he needs rest, and while your bunk is an option, his own provides the perfect setup for his cybernetics, ensuring he's at his best for the next day's duties.

Letting out a small sigh, hoping you wouldn't mind, he settles on the edge of his bunk and gently wakes you. "Hey, you're in my bunk again," he murmurs softly.

You stir, meeting his gaze before cringing slightly. "Again? I'm so sorry," you begin to rise, but his hand on your shoulder stops you.

"You can stay, but I'd also like to get some sleep... if you, uh, catch my meaning," he hints with a faint smile, hoping you understand.

"Oh," you blush, considering for a moment. "Well, I hope you don't mind sharing."

"Not at all," he reassures, his tone gentle as you make space. He lies beside you, and before long, you drift back to sleep. Echo finds solace in the rhythm of your soft snores, gradually succumbing to sleep himself... though waking up to find you both cuddling is a surprise he hadn't anticipated, yet one he welcomes warmly.

Hunter 💤

The first time:

When Hunter awoke to find you crawling into his bunk, confusion gripped him. Instantly alert, his hands tensed, ready to confront any potential intruder, but his apprehension melted away as he recognised you.

He lay there in silence, contemplating his next move.

While a part of him felt inclined to let you sleep, considering your recent exhaustion, he couldn't shake the concern of startling you upon awakening to find him beside you.

After ensuring you were deeply asleep, he carefully extricated himself from the occupied bunk, making sure not to disturb you.

Once free, he couldn't suppress a soft chuckle as he observed you, peacefully snuggled into his pillow, emitting gentle snores. “Sleep well.” He whispered to you before leaving you to rest.

He made a mental note to address the situation in the morning, but perhaps it’s better left unsaid since you’ll know your error when you woke up.

The second time:

As you woke up to find yourself in Hunter's bunk, mortification swept over you. Yet, when you encountered Hunter in the cockpit, he didn't mention a word about it, instead offering you a drink of caf.

A small part of you entertained the idea that perhaps he was unaware of the nighttime intrusion. However, your suspicions were confirmed a few nights later.

Fatigued and not paying attention to your surroundings, you headed towards what you thought was your bunk and climbed inside, only to be surprised by the presence of another person. "Hunter, what're you doing?" you blurt out, eyes widening in disbelief.

"I could ask you the same question," he chuckles, adjusting his position and turning to face you. "This is my bunk."

Blinking in realisation, you glance around, confirming his assertion. "Oh," you laugh sheepishly, "I thought this was mine."

His smile is gentle, his eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. "You're more than welcome to stay," he offers casually, though he soon realizes the potential implications of his words. "If you want to, that is."

A part of you knows you should return to your own bunk, yet there's an inexplicable pull keeping you there. "Well, I'm all comfy now..." you hint with a small smile.

He nods, turning his gaze away and closing his eyes. "Me too. Sleep well."

It took you a moment to fall asleep but just like how Hunter didn’t tell you that you had slept in his bunk first initially, you won’t tell him how he pulls you into his body as he slept and held you close throughout the night. Not that you seemed to mind.

Wrecker 💤

The first time:

"Wrecker, you scared me! What are you doing in my bunk?" you exclaimed, startled by the unexpected intrusion.

As you thought you were settling into your bunk for the night, using your hands to navigate through the darkness, you accidentally crawled onto something large and hard.

Assuming it was just your sheets bunched up, you attempted to smooth it out, only to be met with a small yelp that made your heart skip a beat.

"Huh?" Wrecker groggily emerged from his sleep cocoon, rubbing his eyes. "This is my bunk, isn't it?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's mine," you asserted, but as Wrecker shifted in the bunk and reached under the blanket, he pulled out his beloved Lula.

"Oh. Maybe not then." You felt pretty embarrassed by your mistake, but Wrecker didn't seem to mind at all.

"It's alright, thought I was going to get an extra cuddle buddy for a second there!" he chuckled heartily, waving Lula in your face. His laughter filled the room, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you at the thought of being Wrecker's "cuddle buddy," though you weren't entirely sure if he was joking.

Deciding not to dwell on it further and eager to avoid keeping Wrecker awake any longer, you offered a meek apology before retreating to your actual bunk. As you settled in, you couldn't shake the image of Wrecker's playful grin from your mind.

The second time:

Wrecker stared down at his bunk, finding it already occupied with not much room left for him. You were snoozing away, oblivious to his dilemma. Wrecker knew he could be a bit of a grouch without his sleep, so he decided to gently prod you awake.

"Hey," he nudged you, rousing you from your slumber. "Is this you asking to be my cuddle buddy?"

You stirred awake, blinking in confusion as you glanced at him. It was then that you noticed Lula on the pillow next to your head. "Oh shoot, sorry Wrecker," you sighed groggily, just wanting to fall back asleep into the warmth of his bunk.

"It's alrigh’," he chuckled softly, his deep voice filling the room with warmth. "But uh... I kinda need to sleep."

"Then come cuddle next to me," the words slipped out before you realized what you were saying, but you didn't want to take them back either. The thought of Wrecker's warmth beside you was oddly comforting.

Wrecker was surprised for a moment, his eyes widening slightly, before a soft smile spread across his face. Without hesitation, he slung his armor off and crawled into the space beside you. "Are ya sure about this?"

"Mhm," you replied sleepily, your arms spreading over his chest as you nestled into him like a log warming a fire. "You're warm."

Wrecker smiled to himself, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he closed his eyes, feeling your steady breathing against his chest.

Tech 💤

The first time:

Sleep was not a common occurrence for Tech, so when he made the rare decision to nestle down for the night, he wasn't too perturbed to find you asleep in his allocated spot.

He paused for a moment, considering whether to wake you, but recalling your exhausted state earlier, he reasoned that you wouldn't have intentionally taken his bunk.

Instead, he quietly observed the peaceful rise and fall of your chest, noting the serenity that graced your features, before silently retreating back to the cockpit where he remained awake for the night once again.

"Tech, why didn't you wake me? I feel terrible," you expressed your guilt that next morning upon discovering that you had accidentally slept in his bunk, leaving him to forego his own rest.

"That is not necessary. You were tired, and I can always keep my mind occupied with tasks or reading intel," he replied in his usual composed manner, peering at you over his datapad. "I shall assume this was a one-time occurrence, and my bunk shall be my own again tonight."

“Yes, of course," you nodded, your expression reflecting genuine concern as you offered another apology before preparing for the demanding day ahead. Despite Tech's assurances, the weight of your unintended intrusion lingered.

The second time:

It just so happened to be the next night that you found yourself once again interrupting Tech's sleep. Moving through the dark ship with heavy eyes and a yawn on your lips, it was no surprise that you once again miscounted where your bunk was and crawled into the wrong one.

Your head hit the pillow, and your eyes shut as the warmth of the bed enveloped you. However, despite the comfort, a small flickering light kept intruding upon your consciousness, prompting your eyes to flutter open. At first, you didn't register the source, but as you turned your head to the right, your eyes widened in realisation: Tech laying there on his datapad, as if nothing had happened.

"Tech, what... am I...?" you began, your voice trailing off as confusion clouded your thoughts.

"In the wrong bunk?" he interjected calmly, settling his datapad down and gazing down at you. His goggles rested atop his head, allowing you to see the brightness of his eyes in the dark. "That is correct."

You sit up, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood over you, and run your hand over your face in frustration. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's up with me.”

Tech raises a single brow, his expression softened with genuine concern. "Perhaps in the morning, I should run some tests if you will allow me?" he suggests softly, his voice carrying a hint of worry. "But for now, I suggest you get some sleep."

Nodding in agreement, you reluctantly pull the blanket off your body, preparing to retreat to your own bunk. However, before you can make your escape, Tech's hand gently rests on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

"You are free to continue sleeping in my bunk tonight if you find it comfortable," he offers unexpectedly, his gesture of kindness catching you off guard.

"What, really?" you respond, turning to face him, searching his eyes for confirmation.

With a nod, Tech reclines back and retrieves his datapad. "Yes, really. I do not mind."

"But what if I keep you awake again?" you voice your concern.

"Do not worry about me," he reassures softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now, get some rest before I give you a lecture about the benefits of getting sleep."

You chuckle softly at his remark before settling, finding comfort in his understanding demeanor. As you prepare to drift off into slumber, you can't help but feel thankful for Tech's compassion and generosity.

In the quiet of the night, you woke up only once, feeling Tech's arm drape gently across your body. Yet, instead of feeling unsettled, you found comfort in his presence.

Crosshair 💤

The first time:

As you prepared to settle in for the night after a long day, exhaustion clouded your judgment, leading you to absentmindedly crawl into a bunk without much thought. However, your relaxation was short-lived as you were startled by a gravelly voice beside you.

"What are you doing?" The abrupt question made you jump, and you inadvertently knocked your head against the top of the bunk in surprise.

"What am I doing? What the kriff are you doing?" you retorted in annoyance, rubbing your sore head as Crosshair sat up beside you, his expression stern in the dim light.

"I'll think you'll find this is my bunk," he hissed, his sharp gaze piercing through the darkness. As you glanced across the room, you realised your mistake—the bunk you were in wasn't yours.

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh. Now get out before I drag you out," he threatened, though you could tell it was more playful than serious.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on," you sighed as you obediently crawled out of his bunk, feeling the absence of warmth as you departed.

Crosshair grumbled under his breath and rolled back onto his side to sleep, while you mentally chided yourself for the blunder, making sure you never accidentally try to sleep in his bunk again.

The second time:

You're exhausted, your head throbbing with the relentless ache of sleep deprivation from the past few days, and you've reached the point where you don't care where you sleep anymore. And that includes Crosshair's bunk.

As you settle down on the edge of his bunk, the closest one available, you feel the weight of his gaze on your back, following your movements as you swing your legs around and lay down. "What are you doing?" his voice cuts through the silence, tinged with irritation.

You don't reply, simply closing your eyes as you allow the fatigue to wash over you, hoping for a moment's respite.

"This is my bunk," he asserts firmly, his agitation evident, but as you remain silent, his annoyance shifts to confusion.

"Are you... alright?" he inquires, concern creeping into his voice.

You shake your head softly, and you hear him sigh, but he doesn't press you further. Nor does he demand that you leave.

As sleep begins to claim you, Crosshair remains awake for a while, his thoughts swirling. In his mind, he tells himself that this is a one-time occurrence.

Yet, if you're upset and in need of somewhere to rest for a while, he doesn't mind if you sleep next to him again. After all, it turns out to be the best sleep he's had in a while too.

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[astrolook]

The Astrology of Procrastination: Why You Can’t Get Anything Done 💤✨

Ever stared at your to-do list for hours only to do absolutely nothing? Or convinced yourself that "future me" will totally handle it (spoiler: they won’t)? Procrastination isn’t just a bad habit—some of us are literally built for it. (And by "some of us," I mean me, and maybe you too.)

If you’ve ever wondered why you can’t start (or finish) anything, let’s take a look at the planetary suspects. 🔍

🚨 The Most Guilty Placements: Serial Procrastinators

🐌 Mars in Pisces – You want to start, but then you get distracted by your own thoughts. Or a nap. Or a random existential crisis. Everything feels urgent, but somehow…nothing actually gets done. (Also, daydreaming is productive, right?)

🎢 Mars in Libra – You can’t decide where to start, so you just…don’t. Your energy is constantly swinging between overworking and zero effort. You’ll start when the vibes are right. (They never are.)

💤 12th House Stellium – Your best ideas arrive when you’re about to sleep, and then poof—they disappear. You’ll get things done eventually, but only after an extended period of spacing out and avoidance.

🐢 Saturn in the 6th House – You want to be productive, but perfectionism slows you down. If it’s not done right, it won’t be done at all. You might be the type to spend three hours planning and zero minutes actually working.

🔄 Mutable Sign Overload (Gemini, Virgo, Sag, Pisces) – You start everything and finish nothing. Half-written emails? Check. Unfinished creative projects? Check. Three different hobbies started last week? Also check.

📅 Venus in the 10th House – You’re productive when you feel like it. If the work isn’t aesthetic, enjoyable, or mildly dramatic, it’s getting pushed to tomorrow. (Or next week. Or never.)

🛑 Neptune Conjunct Mars – Action? Who is she? You might think about starting, but then you blink, and six hours have passed. Your energy dissolves the second you try to focus. (Procrastination level: daydreaming about work instead of doing it.)

🤡 Moon in Sagittarius – You will do it…right after you book a trip, go outside, or scroll TikTok for three hours. The second something feels restricting, you mentally check out. (Deadlines are just suggestions, right?)

🛠️ So, How Do You Fix It?

Fire sign Mars? Trick yourself into racing the clock. Set a 10-minute timer and make it a game.

Venus-heavy chart? Romanticize productivity. Light a candle. Make a cute checklist. Reward yourself.

Mutable placements? Keep a short to-do list. No, shorter than that.

12th House/Mars-Neptune? Work in spurts, not long hauls. Schedule when you’ll work, or you’ll never do it.

Saturn in the 6th? Done is better than perfect. Repeat after me.

TL;DR: Your Birth Chart Might Be The Reason You’re Chronically Behind

But hey, it’s not your fault—blame the planets. 😉 Need a cosmic strategy to actually get things done? Message me for a complete astrology reading, and let’s break your procrastination cycle once and for all. ✨📅

[nonbinaryriverclan]

I can’t deal with the booping feature being removed so I thought a fakepost would be neat. It’s Tumblr, but with cats.

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I wish Tumpurr would remove the booping feature :/ people keep trying to boop me while I’m napping

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Going viral on Tumpurr.com is so funny. It’s like meowing into the void and then approximately thirty-seven thousand other cats meow back in rapid succession

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fuck

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Hey everyone :3 I arted a thing! It’s not the best, I know, but at least it was fun to make!

#🖌️[ ~messy art!~ ]🖌️

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#polls #tumpurr polls #random polls #bap/paws poll #submitted by anon

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@sleepiestscorbunny you can’t be doing this to me /silly

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Get booped >:3

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anonymous asked: I am so sick and tired of felines who think liking dry food is okay whatsoever. We cats for Bast’s sake! We have standards! Blocked.

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I’m watching over a friend’s litter right now and my human was playing the Warrior Cats audiobooks in front of thr kittens and they have deemed me ‘Sunningrocks’ and are now fighting over me

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I love them so much

#🐾[ ~messy reblogs~ ]🐾 #💨[ ~Warriors~ ]💨

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posting daily until boop 2 comes out day 632

hey guys sorry that I missed the last two days I was taking a nap

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I would die for him

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SAVE TO DRAFTS SAVE TO DRAFTS—

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too late :3

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[gracie-eilish]

comfy, cozy☁️💤✨🫧

an: surprise story! it’s a surprise because i’m writing this like right before i post it. so with that, it’s a bit rushed but idk i liked the sentiment and vibe so here it is.

surprise story because ive been miserable alllllll dayyyyyy fighting off the great mother nature in my uterus. 🥳🥳🥳. and i’m quite sure billie cuddling me would solve all my problems. anywhosies!! send me requests! i have off this weekend and maybe can get some short stories written while i finish up some longer ones!! love ya💋🩷

summary: you’re spontaneously sleeping over at billie’s for the first time while you’re on your period.

The room was dimly lit, the warm golden glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. Billie lay sprawled on the bed, her messy blonde hair fanning out against the pillows, a relaxed smile playing on her lips. She was effortlessly beautiful, and in moments like this, it almost felt unfair how much power she had over your heart.

Tonight, she looked especially at ease, lounging comfortably under the sheets with nothing but her panties and an oversized tee on—her favorite way to sleep. When she turned her head to look over at you, her blue eyes locked onto yours with a sly smile, you knew she was about to say something that would send your heart into overdrive.

“C’mere, baby,” she murmured, patting the empty space next to her. Her voice was soft and inviting, but there was a playful edge to it that made your stomach flip.

You hesitated, fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. “I, uh… I’m good, thanks,” you said, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt.

You’re flustered nature was at a high tonight also being on your period. Forget about the fact that you spontaneously decided to stay over at Billie’s place, you had cramps ravaging your tummy making you want cuddles desperately, but the thought of asking for them or trying to go in for them made you nervous all of a sudden.

Billie raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to deflect. “What’s that supposed to mean? Get over here, mama.” She grinned, her tone teasing but warm.

You shuffled over reluctantly, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling your knees up to your chest. Billie sat up slightly, propping herself on one elbow as she watched you with a knowing look.

“You’re not wearing that to bed, are you?” she asked, her gaze flicking to your sweatshirt and leggings you had worn over.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” you countered, already feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Nothing lovey,” she said, shrugging. “It’s just… you’d be so much comfier without all the layers. Promise.” Her hand reached out to brush over your arm, her touch light and soothing.

Your eyes widened, and you immediately shook your head. “I—Billie, I can’t—I’m on my period. I need the layers in case I.. you know..”

Billie laughed softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always made your heart melt. “In case you bleed through? Okay, then I get you some other clean clothes and I change the sheets. No big deal. ”

You gave her a doe-eyed look, though the blush creeping up your neck probably ruined the effect. “I don’t know…”

Billie was your first girlfriend, and you’d gotten the annoyance from accidental period mishaps from plenty of past parters who didn’t get their periods. None of them being as kind or as gentle as Billie naturally. Of course someone who gets their period would be more understanding, but it still made your heart flutter to hear it from your girl.

“Hey,” she said gently, sitting up fully now. Her hand cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over the warm skin. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart. I just… I love being close to you. It’s the best thing in the world. That’s all I want. Plus I think you’d be more comfy not in your leggings hun…. And if you want… I can reach your tummy better if you’re in a tshirt if you want me to rub it for a bit.”

Her sincerity made your heart ache in the best way, and you found yourself nodding before you could think too hard about it. “Okay,” you whispered.

Billie’s grin was immediate and impossibly soft. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice barely audible as Billie got up and made her way to her dresser, bringing you some sleep shorts and an oversized tee. Your movements were shy and uncertain, but Billie didn’t rush you. She just watched you with that sweet, patient smile, her eyes never leaving yours as she helped lift your sweatshirt off of you and slip her tshirt on.

Once you’d slipped into her pjs and slid under the covers, you kept your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, feeling impossibly self-conscious. Billie, however, had no such hesitation. She immediately pulled you close, tucking you against her side and wrapping an arm securely around your waist.

“There you go,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “So much better, baby. Don’t you think?”

You nodded, your cheek pressed against her shoulder as her warmth enveloped you. “I guess,” you admitted softly, your face still burning.

Billie chuckled, her fingers reaching under the back of your shirt to trace lazy patterns on your back. “You’re so cute when you’re shy, you know that? My pretty girl.”

“Stop,” you mumbled, burying your face against her neck in an attempt to hide your blush.

“Mm-mm, no way,” she said, her lips brushing against your temple. “You’re too pretty to stop talking about, princess.”

Your stomach fluttered at the nickname, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

She tilted her head to press a kiss to your cheek. “You warm enough, sweet girl? You cozy?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, relaxing a little more into her embrace. “I’m warm.”

“Good,” she said, her hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head. “C’mere, baby. Let me hold you right.”

She shifted slightly, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you. Her body was warm and soft against yours, and you couldn’t help but sigh as the tension melted from your body. Billie’s fingers continued their slow, soothing movements on your back, her lips brushing your hairline as she murmured softly.

“You feel so good, angel. So perfect. Just wanna hold you all night,” she whispered, her voice like a warm blanket. “My sweet girl.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and you finally let yourself relax completely. Billie shifted you onto your back so she could lay on her side, an arm wrapping around your waist and her other slipping under your shirt to rest on your tummy, softly rubbing circles to keep your cramps at bay.

Billie let out a soft, contented hum, “See? Isn’t this better?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded against her, your cheeks still warm but your heart impossibly full. “Yeah… it is.”

“Thought so,” she said, a smile in her voice. “Now just close those pretty eyes and let me love on you, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, your eyelids growing heavy as her warmth and gentle touch lulled you into the most peaceful sleep you’d ever had.

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[yokumirumerafan]

Do you think you could possibly do a fic about how some of the my hero academia characters would react to their (usually energetic, chaotic, and stubborn) S/O being hit with a de-aging quirk that turns their S/O into a child and notice that their S/O child self is the complete opposite very quiet, meek, always alittle scared and antisocial. If so could it be for (bakugo, Denki, sero, tsuyu, kiri and Hitoshi) if that’s too many or you just don’t want to that’s also perfect fine.

WOOO YESS FIRST REQUEST OF THE DAY COMING IN HOT LIKE BAKUGO'S EXPLOSIONS 💥💥💥

💥 Bakugo Katsuki At first, he’s like “TF?! WHERE DID MY GREMLIN GO?!?!” Sees smol Y/N hiding behind a couch and flinches when he yells 👉😦 Tries to tone it down, crouches and goes: “...Tch. You scared or somethin’?” Y/N nods. He short-circuits. “Shit���” Ends up speaking in the softest voice you’ve ever heard. Kiri hears and teases him for months. Lowkey very protective. Won’t let anyone near you. Gives you his hoodie to wear, it drags to your feet 😭 Cooks you mini food and grumbles the whole time while actually enjoying it. ⚡ Denki Kaminari “YO YOU GOT TINY!!! WAIT… why are you crying 😭” Instantly softens when he sees you shaking a little. Sits next to you with snacks and a coloring book. “Hey… it’s okay. Wanna draw Pikachu with me?” Let’s you hold his hand the entire time, you cling to his sleeve and refuse to let go 🥹 Tucks you in bed and watches you sleep with the fondest smile. “Wow, you’re cute no matter what age.” 🕸️ Hanta Sero “LITTLE TAPE GREMLIN?? Wait, you’re like... quiet?!” Lowkey confused but gentle. Offers you gum and gets heartbroken when you say “no thank you…” with the saddest little face 😭 Bends down to your level and asks if you want to make origami or paper airplanes. Tells the class “Y/N’s fragile now. No loud noises. Or else.” Wraps you in tape like a burrito if you get scared and calls you his “tiny sushi roll.” 🐸 Tsuyu Asui Gently kneels down, tilts her head: “You’re a lot quieter like this, Y/N-chan.” Gives you a frog plushie for comfort 🐸 Carries you on her back, lets you braid her hair while she hums softly. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I’ll protect you until you’re you again.” Wraps you in a warm blanket like a little tadpole and watches over you with her calm, watchful eyes. 💪 Kirishima Eijirou “Woahhhh… you’re like, so smol now!! But why do you look scared, bro?? 😢” Reaches out, pauses. “Can I hug you?” You nod and instantly melt into him. He holds you like precious glass. “Don’t worry, I gotcha! Red Riot’s on full babysitting duty!” Takes you on piggyback rides, gently ruffles your hair, makes sure you always feel safe and seen. When you fall asleep in his arms, he whispers: “No matter the age, I’ll always protect you.” 💤 Hitoshi Shinsou Talks to you quietly while you draw in his notebook 🖊️📓 When you softly tug on his sleeve and whisper, “Do you still like me even if I’m not loud anymore?” 😢 → He FREEZES. Looks down at your watery eyes, heart completely shattered. He kneels down, gently pats your head and says in that soft, sleepy voice: “I like you in every form… chaotic or calm, loud or quiet. You're still you, and that's all I care about.” Refuses to leave your side. You fall asleep in his lap while he gently brushes your hair out of your face. 💤 Will genuinely lose it on anyone who tries to make fun of you or your timidness. When you finally go back to your normal age, he's like: “...You okay?” And you tease him: “Awww, you miss baby me?” He blushes. “Shut up.” (he 1000% did and still does)