#so you can talk until you fall asleep and then you still have this ambient sound

[todaviia]

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[writinandcrying]

TMNT HEADCANONS - Taking naps with the turtles / having a sleepy S/O

As someone who has accidentally slept for 23 hours straight and literally has a nickname as “snooze” I’m obligated to do this (I tried to look for a cute / aesthetic gift but that pup is my spirit animal fr)

I’ve been digging how @oozedninjas does their Headcanons (as long with their writing, I seriously eat it up everytime yum yum yum)

as much as I love looooong Headcanons, sometimes I only have some blurbs going on in my mind, I also think this keeps things so dynamic, every interaction can be seen and everyone is happy yipee (I hope you don’t mind me using your writing style? Headcanon Set-up? Layout? as reference! Pls let me know if so, I’ll def take it out or reference you on new ones!)

English is not my first language and I didn’t proof read this, if there is any gramatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

• Isn’t the one for naps, lowkey thinks it’s a waste of time, he rather do activities with you! Time is precious! That being your hobbies or his, talking, playing games or reading, he has his mind set on it… until you flutter your lashes at him, giving him puppy eyes, and suddenly at the warm of your embrace, the way you hum over his plastron, how cute and serene you look… he starts questions himself, why haven’t you two done this sooner?

2003, 2012, Rottmnt Donnie

2003, MM Raph

2003, MM Mikey

All Leo’s (minus MM and rise) lmao

• Has been waiting for it. Since you two have been officially a thing, he has been patiently waiting for it. wants to do nap dates, casual napping after Sunday lunches, accidentally napping from watching a boring film, coming home late and you are tired? Lay on top of him babe, let him will take care of you 🫶🏼 adores the innocence of holding you close, caressing your skin as you caress him back, finally admiring your features while you sleep, he longs for it, absolutely eats it up

MM AND ROTTMNT LEO !!

2007, 2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse Mikey (keeping bayverse and 2012 still would be A Task (but anyways BOTH WANTS IT) 2007 is probably tired all the time bc of his gigs lol)

Bayverse, ROTTMNT RAPH !!!!

2007 and 2003 Donnie

• How come you are always this sleepy? This doesn’t make sense, something has to be wrong with your vitamins levels, have you been sleeping at night? Are you having nightmares? What kind of meds are you taking? Your sleep schedule and how you can just simply fall asleep everywhere is astonishingly worrisome, he will look into it

Take a wild guess (all versions)

Doctor feelings

• HE is the who Needs a nap. Drag him to his bed. Hold him close, put ambient music, kiss him softly and don’t let go.

2007 Leo, Future!Rottmnt Leo

2003, 2007, Future!Rottmnt DONNIE !

Future!rottmnt and Last Ronin Mikey

Future!Rottmnt, bayverse, 2007 Raph

Everyone in IDW-TMNT

Not a turtle, but Rottmnt Casey Jones

• can’t take naps (light sleeper or doesn’t want to mess their sleeping schedule) but enjoys you being by his side anyways, will give a dirty look to whoever makes loud noises next to you, tries to always save the most comfortable spots for you on movie nights, he knows you are bound to fall asleep. will takes embarrassing pics of you tho

Take another wild guess (all versions)

And another one (all versions as well)

Mm Donnie

[anystalker707]

"Show me how to kiss?"

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Two imagines one in which you ask Sanji to show you what it is like to kiss and another one in which he's the one to ask. Tags: Gentleman Sanji !! / Also babygirl Sanji, ofc / Very sweet, y'kno / Sanji can't help himself / You can't either, but it's nice seeing him caving in / Very romantic Check out (Roronoa Zoro's version)

MASTERLIST

If you’re the one to ask him...

          All of that kind of got you frustrated. Robin had recommended you a book, a book that was too immersive for its own good. Since living as a pirate took most of your time, you’d never really thought about it until you started reading that; the book stuck in your mind a little too long, hence it wasn’t difficult hearing the others once in a while telling you to come back to earth.

It was difficult not thinking about the book the entire time. The way the couple kissed... What did it feel like? Having the lips of someone you like pressed against yours, their tongue running against your lip...

“I told you to pull the halyard, (y/n)! Are you listening?” Nami’s voice cut through your thoughts. Fuck, you spaced out again.

“Sorry, Nami-san!” You shout in return, finally doing as said. Damn it. That book really caught you, leaving you wondering whether you liked the story itself or if all those descriptions just caught your attention. A sigh escaped your lips as you finished pulling the sail and, along with Nami and Zoro, you finished preparing the ship for the night.

With dinner already being served, it didn’t take long until everyone was going back to their quarters—or just falling asleep wherever, in Luffy’s case. All the lights were off, only with a dim beam coming from the window on the door of the galley. Today’s night watch was Sanji’s. You sort of had been waiting for that.

Sanji had always been there for you, really—aside from all the flirting, he did take his time to check up on you and hang out, sometimes inviting you to help him finish decorating whatever dessert he was preparing for the crew just so you two could talk. It was something else, so you couldn’t really help looking at Sanji with a different tone after you started reading that damn book Robin recommended to you. His lips seemed extra attractive as he talked to you yesterday when you made him company while he prepared lunch, shaping nicely around every word he spoke. Sometimes you asked him to repeat himself; he probably thought you were dumb, damn.

Only the soft sound of the waves filled the ambient aside from the occasional creaking of wood under your feet as you started heading upstairs to reach the galley. You stood there for a long moment before you finally knocked on the door, sighing, and walked in.

“Sanji?” You closed the door behind yourself; Sanji was by the sink and looked back at you over his shoulder with a smile.

“(Y/n)-chan! What brings you here?” He grinned. “It’s already late, y’know? Why haven’t you gone to sleep already? Such a pretty warrior like you needs a good night of sleep, my dear.” And even if he just had his back to you at the moment, you could still picture how he would’ve winked otherwise. Why did Sanji have to be so charming? He kinda reminded you of the guy in the book you were reading, all romantic, with those kisses... But better, of course.

Okay, whatever, that’s not the point.

You clear your throat, shaking your head as you lean forward with your forearms on the cold surface of the counter. “Right. I want a favor.”

“A favor?” Sanji turned off the sink and turned to you, wiping his hands dry on his apron. He had no blazer or tie this time, with the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Your eyes quickly met his again and you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. Something simple, but... Like, you can refuse it.”

Sanji furrowed his eyebrows. “Right, but what’s it?”

Fuck. That was going to be harder than you thought. Your eyes averted away. “Yeah. You’re, like, the only person I trust and also the one who’s probably the best for this,” you mumbled, but immediately paused again—rambling wasn’t a good idea—, “like... Could you show me how to kiss? As I said, it’s fine if you don’t accept it, but it would be really nice if you—”

“...You’ve never kissed anyone before?” Sanji blinked a couple of times.

“Don’t tease me, Sanji,” you sighed, standing up properly and scratching the back of your neck. “I never really had the time, never really thought about it, y’know, but...”

“No, no,” Sanji sighed as he stepped closer. “That’s not what I mean, darling. The thing is, are you sure you’re going to give your first kiss to me? It’s something special, after all. You must think really well about it.”

Why did Sanji have to complicate things? It felt like you’d just explode at some point because of the whole tension, even more with how he acted. You just wanted to vanish or something, pretend that never happened.

“Sanji... You’re, like, special enough.” You shrugged, but then the way he started to blush made you rethink your words. Could that just get worse? “Ah, c’mon, I just...”

“Right, right.” Sanji quickly nodded—maybe he knew what you thought, since he was good at reading you and catching onto clues in general. “I’m honestly honored. You’re very sweet, my dear. I’m going to make it simple, okay?” He grinned wide as he usually did and walked around the counter to come closer, standing right in front of you after you turned around, leaning back against the counter and holding onto the edges.

You nodded, your eyes catching onto every little movement, from the way he adjusted his clothes out of instinct to the way there was a nervous trembling tugging onto the corner of his lips.

Sanji’s tongue poked out, running between his lips as he leaned in, a hand gripping onto the edge counter by each of your sides. His breath fanned over your face, and the smell of his cologne with a hint of tobacco filled your lungs. “Just try to go along with what I do, okay?” He whispered, waiting for you to nod before he finally closed the distance between you two.

Sanji’s lips pressed to yours softly, warm and gentle, as if he was afraid to do something wrong. His mouth broke the contact only for a second as, instead of having your bottom lip between his, he had your upper lip now; you tried to follow his gentle motions, your lips clumsily moving against his. Sanji still remained calm, keeping the same slow pace of the kiss until you could finally kiss back properly.

It was a hard task, actually. How could you keep yourself calm while you finally kissed someone? And, hold on, it wasn’t anyone. It was Sanji.

“Good?” Sanji whispered, his eyes looking into yours so intently you could feel your heart beating more while your face felt so hot; still, you nodded. He smiled in response. “Can I do it again, my dear?”

How were you even supposed to handle that? “Yes, yes,” you whispered, maybe a little more excited than you intended, but it didn’t matter.

Sanji soon pressed his lips against yours again, and things were smoother this time. The kiss felt different, even if it all was essentially the same thing as before. Your heart fluttered in your chest, your fingers tightening a little around the marble as you tried to focus more on how his lips felt against yours; from the way your lips slid together to how his breath fanned against the space between your upper lip and your nose— And oh, also how his mustache would tickle whenever it grazed your skin, the same way it would tickle when his goatee brushed your chin. It was fucking better than anything you could ever have imagined. Better than what the books could have described.

You sighed softly, about to move your hand to his shoulder when Sanji pulled away a little, but he quickly kissed you again, making you gasp when his tongue ran against your bottom lip. It made a shiver run down your spine, having something stirring in your chest as your lips parted slightly.

The kiss finally broke, and your lips still felt tingly even so. You caught your breath, blinking before you finally looked at Sanji, your heart still beating fast and face still warm.

“Sanji—”

“Was that good, my dear?” There was something different in his voice.

“Of course.” Admitting it out loud made you want to disappear again.

Sanji smiled, exhaling in relief. “That’s great.”

“What’s wrong?” You furrowed your eyebrows; your hand met Sanji’s so easily, just with a light shift as you just wanted to adjust your hand against the counter. You keep it there, though, on top of his.

Sanji’s eyes averted away, a sigh escaping his lips. “It was wrong of me.”

“...Hm?”

“Wrong to enjoy it while I was just doing you a favor. I’m so sorry, my dear,” he whispered.

“What do you mean?” You glanced away. “I... Sanji, that was so... Like, you made my heart skip beats, that...”

A red tone took over Sanji’s cheeks and his eyes widened before he looked at you. “Really?”

You nodded, chuckling. “Really.”

“Would you mind if I did it again?” He grinned again, wagging his eyebrows a little.

Your eyes averted away and you tried to bite back a smile. “...Of course not.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

If he asks you...

          Sanji didn’t fucking know what he was going to do. The crew had been staying on an island for a while, partying away and relaxing after they saved yet other people from someone who threatened their peace. Unexpectedly, it earned him a date with one of the girls in the city that he met in a local bar through his characteristic flirting. So far so good, right? Actually, no. That was the first person who actually got that far with him, so he didn’t even know how to kiss—the only experience he had was pecking lips with whoever he got closer with, never actually kissing.

Maybe someone would help him with it? Because Sanji sure as hell didn’t want to lose that opportunity. It really was the first time he had gotten that far. He could ask Nami, right? Only if he was ready to hear her teasing at him the whole time and still dare ask him an immeasurable amount of berries for the ‘favor’. Robin would be nice, but it still wasn’t a great choice—she would be a tease in her own, harsh way, and Sanji didn’t want to lose the bit of respect he had with her. The men—out of question. No.

Then... There was you.

It didn’t seem like you would refuse his request, and Sanji was—almost—sure you knew how to kiss. Not to mention that you had such pretty lips that he couldn’t help imagining how they would feel against his and— Okay, that’s not the focus. He just had to get ready for a date, that, shamefully, wasn’t with you.

Sanji stood there in the kitchen, polishing glasses as he observed you finish eating breakfast while the rest of the crew already started to leave the galley; Zoro had chased Usopp and Luffy out of the kitchen most of the others was already off to their duties, only leaving you talking with Robin about a book she had in hand. Robin would lift her book or open at specific pages to show you something while you sipped on your juice until she eventually stood up with a sigh and left, waving at you.

Now was his chance.

“(Y/n)-swan...” Sanji’s voice cut through the galley in its mellow tone, almost as if it were a plea already, making you raise an eyebrow at him from your place at the table. “I may need your help with something, my dear.” He was thankful he was behind the counter so you wouldn’t have a full look on how weak you made you.

“What’s it?” You sipped on your juice as you looked at him. It was normal seeing Sanji blushing and fawning over people, but it wasn’t exactly your case; he used to be shy around you, though not really as squirmy as he was at the moment.

Sanji took a deep breath in a fruitless attempt of easing the fluster. “You know how to kiss, right?” He remembered you would talk with some people whenever the crew would party on islands, which was enough to make him jealous and worsen his nervousness in a way his flirting just stopped working with everyone else. Until now, it seemed.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Why was that even important? “...Yeah, I do.” The way Sanji looked at you made you rethink the events of the last week to check if you’d done anything wrong. Had you? Maybe last night when you—

“I...” Sanji sighed. “Can you come here?”

With a quick look around—was it a prank?—, you downed your juice before standing up. “What’s it?” You stood across from him, on the other side of the counter, resting your forearms over the cold marble.

Sanji took a deep breath. “I would like you to show me how to kiss.”

You blinked. Show him how to kiss. Him being Sanji. Sanji and you with your lips pressed to each other. Kissing. “What?”

“I got a date, but I... I don’t know how to kiss. I would only trust such a sweet person like you with teaching me how to do such an important thing, you know? I really hope you can help me....” His rant faded away into the back of your mind as you could feel your cheeks start to heat up while you digested everything that he said.

A string of curses escaped your lips as you let your head hang, staring at the marble in an attempt to ground yourself to reality. Like, Sanji was cute, of course, with that characteristic grace that laced his movements whenever he cooked and the cute way he smiled at you while saying something reassuring. Still, he never really paid attention to you like he did to the others, but he was there asking you such a favor. It was just a simple favor. Nothing more. Nothing deeper. Nonetheless, the fact he had a date still made your heart sink a little.

You exhaled slowly, nodding as you brought your head up again. Sanji was still speaking. That stupid fuck.

“Sanji,” you cut him off, watching him gulp, his cheeks red. “I can help you. Chill. I’ll help you.” You cleaned your throat because. After all, it was just a little favor, right? Right?

Sanji looked at you with wide eyes, incredulous that you’d actually accepted. He was very convinced that you’d accept it, of course, but not really. Like, maybe you would, but also— Okay, okay, focus. Sanji took a deep breath again and nodded, pressing his lips together. He quickly put the glass and the cloth away. What if he took too long and you changed your mind? He couldn’t risk that.

With quick steps, Sanji walked around the counter and stood in front of you. “Right... What do I need to...?” Despite how serious he tried to seem, he still held onto his apron tightly and his cheeks had that red tone while he looked at you.

It made your heart flutter a little, even if that wouldn’t matter a lot to him. Breathe deeply, (y/n), don’t make it a big deal.

“Relax, okay?” You cut off your own thoughts, cupping Sanji’s face gently. He bit on his lip, and the general way he acted almost made your heart ache. “No, don’t bite your lip.” You chuckled, running your thumb across his cheek in an attempt to help him calm down, but the way he reacted, damn... “Okay, better. Can I?”

Sanji blinked and quickly nodded. “Yes.”

Spending a little while longer looking at Sanji was a strong temptation, but it wasn’t like you were kissing a partner or something like that; there was no need to admire him and take in each detail of how pretty he was before you kissed him. You swallowed dryly and nodded, closing the distance between the two of you. Sanji gasped once your lips met, but you still held the kiss for a little before pulling away, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Is there something wrong?”

Sanji blinked a couple of times. “I—I was a little out of it. Can you do it again?”

Out of it? Or maybe he disliked it? You slowly nodded and kissed Sanji again and, this time, he tried to kiss back, though it was a little messy since he tried to rush things—you pulled away with a chuckle.

“Easy! You need to follow the pace or at least slowly establish one. Also, don’t try to use tongue out of sudden— No, you didn’t do that, but that’s just a tip.” You explained, furrowing your eyebrows a little at how his face fell a little. “Just simple kisses, okay? I kiss your upper lip while you kiss my bottom one and vice versa. No rushing.”

Sanji’s gaze averted away and he sighed, pressing his lips together, but he still nodded. This time, there was no warning before you pressed your lips to his, and he seemed to hold onto what you said, moving his lips—or at least trying to—in the same rhythm as yours, which was quite slow. His lips were warm and smooth against yours, and there was the sweet taste of whatever fruit he had eaten for breakfast earlier along with tobacco, of course. It wasn’t the best mix ever, but there was something about it that had you needing more.

You pulled away, your breath picking up a little; Sanji’s breath fanned over your face, also somewhat uneven. “Was that okay?”

“...Yeah,” he whispered.

“I will try something else,” you added. Why were you still so close while talking like that? Why were you still cupping his face? “Try to copy.”

All Sanji did was to nod this time, already closing his eyes.

It was a little better this time, smoother, since Sanji already started to get used to it, but he still faltered when your tongue slid against his bottom lip. Sanji gasped softly but accepted it, letting you trace his lip with your tongue until you went back to kissing him like before. His hands suddenly wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing them a little with the firm grip he used while trying to run his tongue against your lip as naturally as you had done to him.

If you had opened your eyes, you would see Sanji furrowing his eyebrows gently, focused as he tried his best. He wondered if you could hear how loud his heart was beating because, fuck, that was finally happening. He was finally kissing you.

Sanji’s breath was shaky when the kiss ended again and he could feel his heart fluttering with how your thumb ran across his cheek gently before your hand dropped to cup the side of his neck. His eyes met yours and he gulped.

“Ag—”

“Want one more thing?” You suggested and he couldn’t help but nod, biting his lip, and he was the one to lean in this time.

Something was different about this one kiss, and Sanji couldn’t really find out what it was—he just hummed softly, trying to follow your pace and letting your tongue run against your lip until you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, his brain just went blank when your tongue pressed against his, gliding against it and deepening the kiss. He was still trying to process it when you pulled away, hence he couldn’t even take in whatever you said, just able to mumble “again.”

Who were you to deny the request? Your free hand rested on Sanji’s waist and his hands adjusted their grip around your shoulders as your lips met once more. More confidence laced Sanji’s actions this moment, his tongue running against your lip as he kissed you, but you couldn’t help yourself, just pulling him a little closer and nibbling gently on his bottom lip, enough to snatch a quiet sound from him.

Both of you breathed a little heavier, holding onto each other even after the kiss was over.

“Y’know?” Sanji said, making you hum in response. “I don’t think I want to go out with that girl anymore...”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[rindough]

also wow i just realized i have like no dreamcore songs except i guess fireflies by spaceouters? dunno who i'd associate that with tbh. i have a BUNCH of indie tho if you're interested

HI ANON and its okay >< not everyone gotta have those songs but i took a listen to fireflies n hmmmmm this song rlly gives me dan heng vibes

like look at his room, the floor tiles, the shelves, the desktop, his bed. dan heng to me comes across as the guy who doesn't sleep early. half the time, if you're up and walking around the cabin, trying to make tea or coffee or just get water, best believe half the time you'll be met with a "why are you still up?" or a "hey"

he'll sometimes invite you to his room where OK LETS IMAGINE his floors can be customized to whatever he wants. so sometimes when you enter his room, it'll be in the shades of blue, dark blue in fact, calm navy waves swirling below you as you take in the cool air that hits your face.

he'll have you wait by the side as he adjusts his pillows and all, then calling you over to sit beside him with your hot drink in hand. you'll talk about those trips that he didn't get to join in, the weird shower thoughts you have, his random thoughts, and sometimes, he'll even share his secrets because he puts his faith in you, much more that he had anticipated.

your talks would go on for hours and hours and it'll just end up being a sleepover. like it'll all start with a

"come, let's lay down and talk, my back's tired."

then suddenly you'll be faced with a soft smile on his face accompanied by half lidded eyes, and a "good morning."

and, you'll be standing in front of March 7 who has a big smile on her face and also a "good morning." already giggling at the sight of the two of you huddled together at the morning's coldness.

another scenario is that when he'll have nightmares of blade haunting him, reminding him of dan feng's sins. if he's ever woken up by those nightmares the night before, the night after he'll have his floors be set to those waves again, or something calming, a relaxing ambient type of setting like rain or the ocean again KSJDHF but! he'll play this song to set his mood before wrapping himself comfortably in his blankets, trying to fall asleep. he'll slowly release the tension around his feet, then legs, letting go of himself in each limb and all the way until he's fallen asleep.

These nights would be somewhat peaceful, ykno sometimes or some ppl, when they've been a night owl for quite some time, and they finally, FINALLY get that 10pm sleep and wake up at 7am??

YEA that's what happens to him during those nights, he'll wake up, feeling even more refreshed and energized, feeling as if he's taken a step forward, ready to start the day again.

btw anonnie, do u wanna set an emoji alias for urself? :OO

[fbfh]

You're about 5 months pregnant with your second baby and Leo thinks you've never looked more lovely. More specifically, there's an almost ethereal sort of beauty you've had since you got married, growing and changing with each new milestone you reach together. you have a distinct, uniquely gorgeous aura about you that Leo can only describe as second pregnancy glow. it's spring time and the air is ambient. your house is clean and Leo walks from room to room, misting the pillows and curtians with a nice, lightly scented air freshener. your daughter, now about a year and a half, has been asking about the baby in your tummy nonstop. Leo insisted you lay down for a nap while he finishes up your spring cleaning (pregnancy fatigue is kicking your ass this time around) but before you fall asleep, your little girl comes toddling in, climbing on the bed and asking when baby will be here.

"Well," you start, pulling up a calendar on your laptop that's sitting on your night table, "it's March now." you point to the month.

"Baby's been in here for five months," you hold up the fingers on your left hand, "and babies take nine months to grow." you hold up four more fingers as she watches closely.

"So in four more months, baby will be here. That should be around July, so not until summertime." she pouts, hugging your tummy.

"I know, sweets, I'm excited to meet them too." you say softly. you rub her back gently, still unable to believe you had such an amazing kid, especially with the most amazing person you've ever met. Leo hovers in the doorway, watching you two talk. he looks at you with a soft, loving smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes. he is so, so lucky to have both of you (soon to be the three of you), and he's already thinking ahead to all the amazing, fun, wonderful things you'll get to do and experience together. he's really excited for it too.

[marcelwrites]

I'm falling asleep listening to an ambient album I secretly recorded and released in 2012 during a late night of homesickness and longing and a four track. I think I went to make some angry Black Metal chronicle but didn't want to wake up my housemates so I ended up making an ambient album with my Ashton, an old acoustic guitar that may have been a Gibson, and an old keyboard with a good variety of synths and tones. I'd forgotten of its existence for years but remembered it randomly about 20 minutes ago. This was a dark period in my life where I struggled with a sex addiction and almost went to rehab for it. I forgot about that until just then, too. I want to write a book about my time in university, people always tell me I have the best stories, but do I actually though? Other people just want to hear attractive people talk about sex and their sex lives, the bands they were in, the crazy parties they threw, the line outside their door, the revolving door policy of their bedroom, etc. There were some good times but also I became an asshole because I hung out with an asshole bodybuilder and we did a bunch of coke and I'd bartend over the weekends without sleeping and we felt like gods, we felt like our shit didn't stink, and when I think of Melbourne I can remember us running down King St at 3:30 in the morning, just off our rockers and in ecstasy as the rain fell on our skin and the steam heat rose from our bodies in the cool night air. The sound of distant trains and roadworks both hideous and disgustingly poetic, it was the essence of Melbourne, the vital tug of modernity and the sweep of vast human constructs. I remember the first time I hooked up with a man and how it felt so utterly right, and how I felt so masculine and powerful as I lead the charge and conquered, and we embraced and our flesh met, and the feeling of his lips on the skin of my neck was as pure as any spring water from some untouched and pristine source. I wrote about it afterwards and could still smell his cologne on me, the aromatic and masculine, the ripe fruit of humanity and masculinity, and the secrets we keep but never share. The screen is blurring, I need to sleep and dream of the past, and the future, and probably you. As you haunt my dreams yet again. Your lips and perfume. Permanently tattooed on my psyche.

[hyperfashionist]

“How to Get Up On Time in the Morning”

1. Get up at the same time every morning.

2. Most people forget about this part: go to bed at the same time every night.

Some people think that doing these things is “hard” or “exactly the problem I’m trying to solve”.

The solution is to follow a few simple and easy-to-implement lifestyle changes.

Limit Screen Time

No phone, tablet or TV at least an hour before bed.

It may be hard to adjust if the few minutes between lying down and falling asleep are your only recreational opportunity all day.

But that’s your problem.

Read A Dead Tree

Read a nice book to wind down. On print, not screen!

But nothing exciting.

No thrillers or comedies or adventures or page-turning engrossing enjoyable books that in any way make you want to read more.

How about a 600-page report on Central European grain export routes between 1432 and 1674? As long as it’s not work-related, you can go wild with your imagination on this one.

Watch Your Diet

What you eat within six hours before bedtime can dramatically affect your sleep quality.

Definitely no carbs. Protein is bad too. And certainly not fat, what are you thinking?

Things that taste good may be overstimulating. Try to cut them out of your diet.

Stay Hydrated

But not too hydrated! You don’t want to be having stress dreams about waterfalls and leaky pipes. Avoid drinking liquids after 8:30 pm.

Certainly don’t consume any caffeine, alcohol, sugar, artificial sweeteners, fruit juice, herbal teas (they can be stimulating, especially if all herbs look the same to you, because they certainly do to us), or sparkling water (the CO2 in those bubbles is bad! somehow). Not after 5:30 pm, and preferably, not ever.

Try some unsweetened hot milk, but remember: no cocoa (caffeine! and you are just the type to put sugar in it when we’re not looking. We know your sort). And don’t try adding flavour to your milk with nutmeg, which is a mild intoxicant. And no cinnamon, which tastes good and is therefore too exciting. Also, whole milk has fat, and skimmed milk tastes like water, so split the difference with semi-skimmed milk which still has some fat but tastes like gnat’s piss.

Exercise!

But not last thing at night. 7 hours 32 minutes before bed is optimal. Any later and you’ll be wide awake!

But no staying up late to finish the work you missed because you went out for a run. That would be stressful.

Motivate Yourself

Have a reason to get up!

Since “taking care of family” or “basic health activities and hygiene” or “working” are clearly not enough motivation for you, you deadbeat.

Obviously you’re the type who likes shiny things, so bribe yourself with coffee! Or exercise! Or a nice walk!

What’s that, you say?

What’s that, you say? Coffee/exercise are the exact things you’re desperate to get up and do, instead of stumbling half an hour late out your door with only one pants leg on and a comb stuck in your still-wet hair? And your precise problem is you can’t?

Time for Desperate Measures

Do a strict audit of your lifestyle. Give us access to your steps, ambient sounds, diet, library, socials, reminders, bank accounts.

There must be SOMETHING you are enjoying that you thought you could hide from us.

Love sugar? Fat? Carbs?

Have friends you talk to at incorrect times of day?

Maybe you’re consuming problematic media?

Whatever it is, we will find it.

And we will not stop until the smallest pleasure has been expunged from every nook and cranny of your existence.

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Sleep Specialist's Results

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Horror

Masterlist: LINK

Trigger Warning(s):

Nightmares, Night Terrors, Bad Dreams

Swearing, Cussing, Cursing

Sequel to: Disassembled Creatures

Marianna's Point of View

The waiting room is eerie silence as I anxiously awaited my turn to see the sleep specialist. I fidgeted with the sleeves, wiggling around in my seat and my foot tapping. I couldn't help but feel like I was being swallowed whole by my nervous erratic behaviour. I have this issue for years.

Since I can remember, sleep has always eluded me. The countless nights of tossing, turning and then staring at the ceiling while Eddie slept peacefully beside me. The longing need to have great night's rest, to wake feeling like I didn't need more sleep and to feel like a normal functioning human being. After what it felt like an eternity until my name was finally called, a nurse came over and lead me to the doctor's office.

The sleep specialist's office was dimly lit, with soft ambient music playing in the background. The air felt heavy with anticipation as I took a seat across from the doctor's desk. Dr. Adams, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, greeted me with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Ms. Sokolova," Dr. Adams said, his voice soothing and calming. "I've reviewed your case history and conducted some initial assessments. It seems you've been struggling with sleep-related issues for quite some time."

I nodded, my hands tightly gripping the edge of the chair. "Yes, it's been going on for years. I've tried various remedies and therapies, but nothing has worked so far. It's affecting my daily life, my energy levels, and my relationship with Eddie. I have no trouble falling asleep that's not the issue, I have a sleep schedule which I do each evening before I get ready for bed." I handed him the detailed written form of my sleep schedule to him from my folder.

The schedule has things like exercising on a treadmill for an hour, drinking a herbal tea to help me relax enough to sleep through the night. Then I would have a pleasant warm shower. I have listed the medications I have taken in the past to help with sleep deprivation. Sometimes I even just stick to having three hour naps and just do work stuff I haven't finished yet until I'm tired enough to back to sleep.

"These nightmares also occur when I sleep on my back," I added as he went through the sleep schedule.

Dr. Adams nodded, studying the sleep schedule intently. "Nightmares can certainly contribute to sleep disturbances," he acknowledged. "Sleeping on your back may be triggering them in some way. We'll delve deeper into that aspect during our assessment."

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, feeling a mix of hope and apprehension. Finally, someone who might be able to understand and help me. Dr. Adams continued, "Based on your sleep schedule and the information you've provided, it seems like you've been doing everything right to promote good sleep hygiene. However, there might be underlying factors at play that we need to explore."

The appointment went better than what I thought it would be and as soon as I got back home I called Eddie to make sure he knew what happened, what the plan was going to be and that he didn't have to worry.

Eddie picked up the phone on the second ring, his voice filled with concern. "Hey, Marianna. How did it go? Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Hey, Eddie. Yeah, it went okay. I saw a sleep specialist, Dr. Adams. He seems really knowledgeable and empathetic. He believes there might be some underlying factors causing my sleep issues, so we're going to delve deeper into it. There will be a few more tests run, but it's a lot more complex than just Insomnia like I thought it was. Don't worry you'll be the first person I'll call if anything happens or if anything goes wrong. Once I figure this out, we can talk about whether or not we still want to have kids of our own or go ahead with adoption."

We were talking about whether or not we wanted to adopt or have children of our own three months ago. I didn't know whether or not my sleeping problem would be something genetic and could be passed down, if that was the case we wanted to consider other options. Eddie remained silent on the other end of the line, and I could sense the weight of the decision hanging in the air.

"We'll talk more about this later, don't worry about needing to speak about right now and I know how much you would rather speak about it in person." I added before he said anything else.

Eddie sighed on the other end of the line, and I could almost picture the worried expression on his face. "You're right, Marianna. We'll discuss it in person when you're ready. Your health and well-being come first. Just focus on getting the answers and treatment you need."

A sense of relief washed over me as Eddie's words sank in. Despite the uncertainty surrounding my sleep issues and the impact it could have on our plans for the future, Eddie's unwavering support gave me strength. I knew we would face whatever challenges came our way together.

Eddie told me about what they planned to do with the tour and where they were going in America. By the sounds of it, a lot of work has gone into this and I am proud of him. As Eddie shared the details of their upcoming tour, my mind began to wander. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy as he talked about the excitement and adventure that awaited him on the road. While I was grateful for his support, a part of me wished I could join him on this journey, free from the shackles of my sleep issues.

"I'm really proud of you, Eddie," I said, genuine admiration lacing my voice. "It sounds like an incredible opportunity, and I know you'll do amazing things. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself while you're away, okay?"

Eddie's voice softened, and I could tell he understood my unspoken longing to be with him. "Of course, Marianna. I'll make sure to prioritize my well-being too. And hey, maybe someday we'll have the chance to go on an adventure together, without any worries or sleep troubles holding us back."

I smiled, the image of us embarking on an adventure together bringing a glimmer of hope to my tired soul. "That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I look forward to that day."

I smiled, the image of us embarking on an adventure together bringing a glimmer of hope to my tired soul. "That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I look forward to that day." I added. "I certainly hope you've eaten dinner, don't tell me you haven't."

Eddie chuckled on the other end of the line. "Don't worry, Marianna. I just finished dinner before we started talking. I'm taking care of myself, I promise."

"Did you take one of my jackets with you? I know you said you wanted to take one or two of them with you." I asked thinking about it more. "I added an oversized hoodie in case it gets cold."

Eddie laughed. "Yes, I did. I couldn't resist taking one of your jackets with me. It's like having a piece of you with me on the road. And the oversized hoodie sounds perfect for those chilly nights. I'll make sure to wear it and think of you."

"If you need anything else, I find a way to get it to you as soon I as I can." I mentioned thinking about it still. "Just because I can't sleep well, doesn't mean I can't make sure you have what you need." I added rather quickly.

Eddie's voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Marianna. I appreciate your support and willingness to help, even with your own struggles. You're incredible, you know that?"

"I can go on and on about how cool you were. I have a feeling one of us is getting rather sleepy and it's not me." I replied stifling a giggle.

Eddie chuckled, his voice filled with warmth. "Yeah, I think you're right. Tour preparations have left me exhausted. But I'll be fine. I'll get a good night's rest before the tour kicks off. You take care of yourself too, Marianna."

"I will. I'll call you tomorrow okay?" I replied sipping my cup of sleep tea.

"Sounds good," Eddie replied, his voice becoming softer. "Sleep well, Marianna. I love you."

"I love you now and forever. Sleep well and don't let the bed bugs bite." I replied with a contented sigh, I hung up the phone and set it aside. The weight of the day's events began to settle, and I knew it was time to take care of myself. Dr. Adams had given me a glimmer of hope, and although there were still uncertainties ahead, I felt a renewed sense of determination.

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Music is very stimulating to the brain and can cause your baby to wake more frequently, the sound is also not constant. It can certainly be used during bedtime routines but not for sleep. The only thing I would stay away from is music to sleep. Pink noise is a lower frequency and pink noise is said to lead to deeper sleep (even for adults). Use it until you are ready to move away from it (I still find it relaxing and it helps me as an adult sleep better -adults can use white noise too!)įor toddlers and older children, I find PINK NOISE much more effective. If you want to continue using a sound machine for a toddler that’s totally fine. I find babies that have used sound machines and are weaned will easily fall asleep for them in the future, if you decide to bring it back or have to plan a nap on the go. You just turn down the volume gradually over the course of a week until it’s gone. Weaning off a sound machine is very easy. That’s not a bad thing, it will help cue your baby for sleep and help them fall asleep faster. Like any other sleep association, your baby might learn to associate sleep with white noise. I recommend sound machines from newborn to 12 months old and sometimes longer if your toddler is sharing a room with a sibling.

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Plugged into the wall works better and a portable one for naps on the go. I look for sound machines that don’t have an automatic shut off features. If the sound machine turns off, then your baby will wake up, because the conditions have changed. You want to leave the sound machine on all night or for the entire duration of sleep. Sound machines should also be at least 6-7 feet away from the baby’s crib, never put them in the crib or close to their ears. You can also just SHUSH loudly until they calm, this will help to get their attention and bring them down to a more relaxed state.

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(that is about us having a regular conversation without raising our voices) - there are free apps you can download on your phone that tell you what decibels you are at.Īlthough I find these guidelines pretty conservative, if your baby is crying I usually turn it up to match the cry/or a little above but turn it back down once baby is calm. I always follow the American Academy of Pediatrics guidelines of 50 db. So here are the guidelines I suggest, they are pretty conservative and I’ve seen extreme suggestions on both ends. There are so many different recommendations and the most popular is: as loud as a vacuum cleaner in the room or as loud as a shower…still no idea? Not to worry, I’ll give you some concrete guidelines. You obviously don’t want to take any chances in affecting your child’s hearing in any way. So we’ve established that white noise is extremely helpful in helping your baby sleep but what are the safety guidelines around this? So not only does it help calm your baby, drown out ambient noise around the house but it helps them sleep longer by naturally encouraging them to not wake fully and go back to sleep on their own. How it helps babies sleep longer: As babies cycle in and out of sleep there are partial sleep arousals, or times when sleep is so light that it’s very easy for babies to wake up fully. No only does it help calm babies but it helps them fall asleep faster and sleep longer. White noise can help create this womb-like environment. It’s an orchestra in there! As loud at 80-90 Decibels. They are used to the sound of blood rushing through your body, your breathing in and out and mom’s heartbeat. So it’s no surprise that newborns sometimes sleep better in a noisy room. Our babies are used to loud noise 24/7 while in the womb. Not just any noise however, I’m talking about white noise. You heard me or was the white noise on too loud? (lame joke).

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It’s very ambiguous

Pairing: Loki x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You have finally come to age; your soulmate mark draws itself in your skin. You can't figure out who it connects you with, but, oh dear, you can only hope and wish it is to him. But Loki won't make it easy for you to find out. Will you both overcome the pride and fear that would involve your love?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: a bit of angst. (English is not my mother tongue and it’s my first time writing fanfiction in english, so forgive me if there’s any errors, and feel free to correct them!)

Sighing at your reflection, you stared for the Norns know how long to the fresh image that drew itself in the side of your abdomen.

You thanked it was easy to hide; saving you endless mockery from your friends if they saw that. The vivid portrayal of who you loved the most, in the most ambiguous drawing you could’ve ever gotten. How ironic.

What the Heavens would that mean, you asked yourself at least five times until the impatient knocking on the bathroom door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hurry up, we’re late”, said Sif. You knew she was already all dressed up for the Ball, and she would kill you, seeing you were still on your robes. You opened the bathroom door slowly, with burrowed frows. You couldn’t hide it, as much as you tried to. “Oh, for God’s sa…” she started complaining, but stopped as soon as she realized you were in a terrible state of mind.

“I got it”, you explained after she made you get out of the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bed. “I got the mark. Impossible to guess”.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll know who they is when the time is right”, said she, comforting you and eyeing the outfit you’d chosen earlier. “But crytime is over. Guess what time it is now. Yes, you guessed right. The Ball”.

The last thing you wanted to do in that moment was to dance; or to stay in a chair drinking wine the entirety of the night, for that matter. You didn’t need another reminder of your frustrated attempts at making him notice you. And you knew he wasn’t the one (if he were your soulmate, it would’ve already happened years; no, decades ago). But you still couldn’t help but falling in love at every little smirk, every little comment, every little thing he did. Dear, you were lost, completely gone in love.

That’s why you knew you wouldn’t find your soulmate for a long, long time. At least not until your crush for Loki had finally gone away.

“I’d rather stay”, you stated, and she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I want to go, and I can’t go alone. Please, at least do it for me”.

“Why would you want to go? Ever since we’re on age of being asked to dance, we have only gotten invitations from… well, anyone except them. And in the Balls we can’t even be their friends”.

“We can be friends, if they talk to us first we can talk back”.

“Yeah, we could, but they don’t talk first. They never do”.

Both of you were completely lost for the princes. But, unlike you, Sif had a chance with Thor. She was graceful, divine, a wonderful woman; a whole Goddess, an amazing warrior. There was no question Thor would sooner or later find love in her friend. But you… why would a prince like Loki lay his eyes on you? Romantically, he never showed a single trace of interest in anyone, much less someone in his friendgroup. You were the closest to him, yet he never said a thing.

He probably knew you drooled over him. He must have noticed how you looked at him in the library when he read to you, how you always defended him from everyone else’s mockery, how you intentionally pretended like you didn’t know any better in spells so that he could help you out. How your heartbeat raced when he fell asleep on your lap. He must have noticed, yet he said nothing.

She finally managed to convince you to go, with the condition that if you weren’t asked to dance at all, or even talk, you’d go back to your manor early.

You got in your best clothes, and undressing the best attitude possible, you both arrived at the palace and entered the ballroom as quick as your feet let you. The ambient was marvelous. Subtle lighting, most of them by candles. The golden details that characterized Asgard so well were everywhere. Both King and Queen were sat in their thrones, waiting patiently for the rest of the royal family to arrive before giving the annual speech and getting the party started.

“Do you think they’re not coming?” asked Sif as you got comfortable in your seats, eyeing the entrances.

“They can’t miss it, they’re sort of the hosts”, you said, “but… well, I don’t know. The other day after training, Thor mentioned something about this year being particularly difficult for them”, you added in such a low whisper that Sif had to pull closer.

“What did he say? He didn’t mention anything to me”, she whispered back. You two looked like you were merely gossiping, if it weren’t for the lack of giggling that would usually follow.

“He said… he said something along the lines of ‘we’re expected so much more than before in these dances, they’re more than just for fun now’, and, Sif, I think he meant…”, but she abruptly interrupted you.

“Courting? Oh, for the Norns, they’re not expected to choose a partner now, so soon, aren’t they?”.

“Soon? Sif, they’re already at each other’s throats for who’s becoming King, and they have been for a while”.

“They’re not exactly competing, anyways. You don’t have to worry about this. It’s not like Loki’s the one winning” said she, earning a subtle kick in the leg. “Auch!”.

“Would you stop being so hard on him?”.

“You know I’m right!”. 

“You know it hurts him. If you think so, at least keep it to yourself, Sif”.

You could’ve kept lecturing her if it weren’t for the sarcastic clapping of the Queen upon seeing the arrival of her sons. You read the ‘you’re late!’ on her lips and the apologetic looks on their faces. But nothing of that distracted you from admiring how marvelous Loki could get sometimes. Just when you thought he couldn't look any better, he outdid himself. You let out a sigh and Sif laughed.

“You’re staring”.

“And rightfully so. Look at him”.

But no matter how much you looked at him for the whole evening, you couldn’t get even a gaze from him. He didn’t even eyed you from the distance. You would’ve even gotten actually mad at him if it weren’t for the fact that he wasn’t looking anywhere. He didn’t seem like he was avoiding you; he was actively staring at the floor, with the saddest look on his face. And Thor looked pissed off.

“There’s a story in there and I will ask for as many details as possible once Loki spills the beans to you”, said Sif, elbowing you.

“I don’t think he will. Look, it looks like more than a fight. He looks so upset”.

You could only wish you were brave enough to break the stupid rule of the royals approach first so you could take his hand tightly and comfort him in whatever he was going through. As you always did. As he always let you.

The music played for three hours. Everyone was on their feet, dancing away, drinking away and chatting away, as one should in a Ball dance. Everyone except you and certain dark prince you didn’t even bother staring at anymore. You gave up looking for his attention an hour after the dance properly started, and it did nothing good to your pride to have been trying for that long anyways.

Sif got her chance, of course. Thor took his time, but after long he gave up with whatever quarrel he was having with his brother and approached her decisively. You were past pissed. Disappointed. After another sip of your wine, you couldn’t resist and stole a glance to Loki’s seat. To your surprise, you met his gaze. The God of Mischief was staring at you, and he apparently has been for Gods know how long. He quickly dropped his head and went back to looking at the floor, now with a completely red face.

You soon realized he was even more upset than before, as he watched Thor and Sif dance. And then you understood. Everything fell into place. Of course. Of course he liked Sif. Who wouldn’t. That’s why he fought with Thor. That’s why he was so worked up. You didn’t even need to read his mind to confirm it. 

You waited, still holding your eyes on him. You waited for another half an hour, but your patience was already on thin ice and he didn’t look like he would do anything more, anyways. So you did what you should’ve done hours ago. You got up and left.

“No, brother, you can go, I’ll let Mother know I’m staying”, said Loki from his room.

He could hear Thor’s patience shatter in pieces from the other side of the door.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we can’t miss the Ball. Father will kill you”.

“It’s not my problem”.

“I think it is quite your problem, brother”. Loki sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for his mockery. Thor sensed it and lowered his tone of voice, insisting. “Tell me what it is, Loki. I promise I’ll try to help out”.

But he only scoffed and locked the door, to start pacing around the room, feeding his anxiety even more. He covered his arm with his palm and tried his best to make it go away. It’s just an accidental illusion. I’m making it out of nervousness. I need to make it go away, he kept saying under his breath. But it didn’t go away. It wasn’t an illusion.

“Oh, FOR THE NINE REALMS”, he kicked his chair as a sudden burst of anger ate him alive.

“Loki, let me in!”, insisted Thor. “I’m going in”.

“You can’t help me”.

“I might, if you just tell me what is it. You love the dances. Come on”.

“I do love dances, Thor, I’m not particularly fond of the weight this one has on us; not this year” he growled from the floor, knees on his chest. “Not with what I had planned, I can’t do it now” he whispered. Thor pretended like he didn’t listen to that last bit.

Loki had been circling around the idea of asking you to dance for the last few months. It was all he wanted; to caress your hand and gently hold you by the waist, to move at the pace of the music, to feel your heart on his chest, his rising heartbeat with every breath you took. He wanted you, and if that wasn’t possible (and he was sure it wasn’t) he wanted to dance with you all night long.

But now, he would have to court you and marry you if he did. And, of course, it was what he wanted. It was definitely all he wanted. But he knew you wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t risk your beautiful friendship over anything in the world. What if he lost you forever? He could never bring himself to lose you, in any form or way.

“Brother, let me in. Or get out of the room. We’re late”.

“You’re late, Thor. Must I repeat myself? I’m not going”.

“I’m kicking the door”.

Loki sighed, and waited to hear Thor’s intense footsteps get closer and closer to the door to open it just in time and see him land on his face. Thor got up off the floor with blood on his nose.

“It combines with your crimson cape, brother, no need to worry” said Loki mockingly.

But Thor paid little attention to his silvertongue. Instead, his eyes were fixed on his arm. Then, he understood exactly why he was acting so terrified. Loki covered his arm as soon as he realized, mortified, but it was now too late and Thor had already seen it.

“Do you need any other reason to invite them to dance with you?”, he said with a grin of pride.

“It's not them. I’m certain”.

“How are you so certain? It’s such an ambiguous drawing, and you haven’t seen theirs!”.

“They doesn’t even have a soulmate mark yet. They told me the other day”.

“You didn’t have one at that time either, it must have changed. Come on”.

Loki sighed and put on a long sleeved outfit, while letting Thor rant about how much he was sure you’d reciprocate his feelings. And Loki couldn’t say anything against it, because it would only bring ruin to everyone; to spill the obvious secret that haunted him everyday.

The fact that you lusted over Thor.

And it hurted him like anything else, because he knew even though you didn’t say anything. He knew he was the lesser prince. The one that gets looked over. The shadow in his brother’s spotlight. The always-prince, never-King. It hurted like Hell.

But there was nothing he could do about it. And now he had a mark that linked him to the Norns know who, but he only had eyes for you.

Because you were always there. You were the one to defend him against his own insecurities, and everyone else’s accusations. The one to laugh the loudest at his jokes, the one to hold him the tightest when you were in fear, the one to call him first to anything. And you were perfect. But you, for obvious reasons, didn’t think the same of him. You thought the world of him, but not in the way he wished.

And he wouldn’t even get to see you happy from someone else’s love, because his brother didn’t even have eyes for you. The idiot of Thor could not see your brightness, and Loki wondered how could anyone not fall in love with you.

“You need to try, Loki, you’ll never know if you don’t risk a little”.

“A little? To you this is a little? Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost them forever? If the person that I love the most leaves me because I just decided to stop hiding my feelings?”, yelled Loki, completely angered.

“Ah, there it is. If I decided to stop hiding my feelings”, repeated Thor, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?!”.

“You are afraid; so incredibly afraid of letting anyone know you fully. That is your problem, Loki. They’ll accept you no matter what, because they already know you. You think you’re hiding, well, you’re not so good with this little lie of yours”, said finally Thor, tired of biting his tongue about it.

“You know nothing about their feelings”.

“I know enough”.

“Believe me, you don’t. And you don’t get to say a word about my love life, or anything about this situation, for that matter. You don’t get to make light of my situation, as you do with everything regarding me. Now, leave. Me. Alone”.

They continued fighting about it until one of their tutors had enough of their unpunctuality and came to look for them. Both entered the ballroom still highly upset at each other and said nothing about it all night. Frigga knew exactly what they were talking about, and didn’t make too much of a fuss about the delay in their arrival.

Loki tried to not look at you in the entirety of the night; avoided all the eye contact he could with anyone, specially you. He was too afraid you’d choose that exact time to practice your special abilities at mind reading (since you’ve done this at previous dances, when Loki didn’t approach you), and if he didn’t see you, you couldn’t do it. Because if you dared reading his mind you’d only find yourself. And in those little moments he got to glance at you, while you were distracted with something else, he sank in sadness, because all he wanted was to embrace you and dance with you. You looked as fantastic as you always were and more. You looked especially excellent. And it didn’t go unnoticed to him that you looked annoyed. From the eye-sided glances he got to steal from you, he saw you staring at the seat he and his brother were in. You were expectant. You wanted to be taken out to dance. And Loki’s suspicions about your crush on Thor only got reassured when he asked Sif for a dance and you looked the most annoyed you’d ever looked in ages.

You left the dance early. After about ten minutes Loki decided to go after you. Outside of the ballroom you could still be a friend; that was the whole point of swallowing his feelings. He wandered the palace until he heard fireballs collapsing against the huge walls of your typical training spot, but he lingered his entrance to observe you in an incredibly angry state of your magic.

“You’ll set the palace on fire” said a gut-wrenching familiar voice. Of course Thor was there. Of course Thor would get earlier to comfort you in something that he destroyed.

“Then so be it”, you answered with a crack in your voice. Loki didn’t mean to invade your privacy, but he couldn’t help himself but to listen.

“I know why you’re upset. Believe me, it upsets me too”.

“You have no idea what upsets me”, you answered, and Thor chuckled. Loki could sense that Thor was thinking about how similar you and Loki were. You threw another fireball against the wall.

“Let me guess”.

“Enlighten me, your majesty”.

“You didn’t get to dance with the man you like”.

“You know nothing about the man I like”.

“When will you all stop treating me as if I were blind? Come on, why won’t you tell me? I’m your friend. I know you’re burning up in love and you still think you don’t have a chance because… because what? Because he’s the prince of Asgard?” said Thor. You stopped your magic and stared at him with teary eyes.

“Because the prince of Asgard I love, is in love with Sif. And there’s nothing I can do about it” you answered. Loki’s heart broke. Hearing you admit your raw feelings to Thor that way, and Thor not even understanding you were talking about him.

“What makes you think he’s in love with Sif?!” insisted, still clueless.

But Loki didn’t need to hear any more of that. He ran through the halls of the palace until he got to lock himself in his room.

“What makes you think he’s in love with Sif?!”, Thor asked, and you scoffed. You lowered your gaze to the floor, trying to make the tears go unnoticed. They didn’t, and Thor hugged you tightly.

Thor was almost like a brother to you. You grew up together, but it was more than that. You were always for each other. He never had to ask about your love for Loki, he always knew. And you never had to ask about his crush in Sif; it was transparent. So you both supported each other. You didn’t even bother telling him how she felt about him, it was bound to happen. Now, you and Loki, on the other hand…

“He is, you can’t deny it”.

“I’m denying it, I assure you”. You wiped your tears away and touched your mark over your clothes. He smiled. “You got the mark, didn’t you?”.

“Yeah”.

“What is it?”.

“Ugh, it doesn’t matter. Maybe I should just forget him and start looking for my soulmate. If the mark showed up today, then it must be for something. There has to be a reason”. Thor nodded, still smiling. “What are you so happy about, dumbass? My heart’s broken".

“Nothing. You keep on looking. Can I see it?”, said he, patting your back.

“It’s too ambiguous, you won’t guess it”.

“So I expected”.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Do you know anything?”.

“Nothing whatsoever”.

You got in your fighting position. Loki bent down in his seat, focusing on the next fight. He was sure you’d win; he has been teaching you new moves and you completely mastered them. And your rival didn’t know any better, anyways.

One kick from your opponent; you avoided it and threw a punch. Another kick. Another punch. The rival grabbed your leg, making you lose your balance and almost fall down, but you used that impulse to push him away and get him to the ground. He got up and started using magic. A blue light shone around him and started getting closer to your feet. You closed your eyes and focused intensely; soon, water drops started emerging from the tips of your fingers. They quickly transformed into a stream of water that wrapped your opponent from head to toes, making his electricity magic attack him, instead of you. Loki smiled.

Your rival pushed further his strength and one of the electrified waterjets hit your leg. You fell to the ground with a scream. It hurted, a lot. Loki gasped and Thor had to grab his shoulder to remind him it was just a training fight. For his tranquility, you got up on your feet soon and started using your magic again.

An aura of sparks and wind formed around you while you closed your fists, extremely concentrated. Your opponent waited without attacking, but behind the shield of his armour. Loki saw Thor smile proudly; this was the part he taught you. For your fire side of your powers, Thor was the one to train you thoroughly. Loki sighed, frustrated because you haven’t yet shown what Loki had taught you with such enthusiasm. He still observed you with attention.

“This part is awesome, look, brother”, whispered Thor in his ear, which only made him angrier.

“I’m sure it is. They is awesome. And wait until you see what I taught them”. Thor chuckled.

“No need for jealousy, Loki. They’s all yours”. Loki rolled his eyes and directed his attention to the fight again.

The sparks and wind grew bigger and bigger around you, circling your whole body. Once the sparks became fire, you directed your whole energy to your opponent, sending him against the wall. If it weren’t for the gigant fire-proof shield, he would’ve gotten completely roasted.

You put your guard down, and as you did so, the wind and fire around you dispersed. Loki got to see you again once the magic flew down, and realized you had your clothes slightly lifted up. He tried not to look out of respect, but Thor gasped, and that drew his attention directly to what surprised his brother. And it did not disappoint. Loki’s chest got as tight as it has ever been. His breathing became irregular and unsteady, and his face got completely red. You didn’t notice your shirt had lifted up, so you didn’t realize what was going on. You got closer to your defeated rival and shaked his hand.

“You win. I see you’ve been well trained”, he said.

“I have”, you answered, and directed your gaze to the princes who were watching the fight. You walked closer to them to chatter, as you always did, but Loki got up fast and ran out of the training room. Thor told you to follow him, and Loki heard your footsteps behind him for the entirety of the hall, until you two got to the gardens.

Loki was shaking. He didn’t want you to be there. He didn’t want you to see him that vulnerable. And you knew it, so you didn’t get closer than two meters apart.

“Loki”, you said after a while, behind his back. “What’s wrong?”.

He turned around, face still red. He was usually cold, but at that moment he was burning up inside and out. Maybe he was burning out of love for you. Maybe out of anger, for being so pessimistic and making himself a martyr when his brother was clearly right. Maybe out of rage to himself, for waiting so long to make a move and losing so much time lost in his own head. But you were still standing there, concerned. And he had to say something, because you still didn’t know anything.

“I saw your mark”, he stated. Now you were the one with the red face.

“Oh… I, I don’t, uh…”, you stuttered, and he got closer to you. He grabbed both of your hands and you looked at him in the eyes, clueless. “I try not to give it that much attention”.

“Why?”, he asked. “It’s your soulmate. The person you’ll love the most”.

“I already love someone” you said, in a burst of confidence. Loki swallowed in nervousness. Your hands started to get sweaty. “I… ugh. Sorry. I don’t want to say…”.

“Who? Tell me, I’m your best friend”.

“I don’t want you to be”, you finally said. “It’s you, Loki. It’s always been you. I don’t care about this stupid soulmate mark, because I know I’m in love with you and I always have been”.

Loki stayed silent, which only made your anxiety increase. He finally looked at you in the eyes and formed a subtle smile.

“I thought you loved Thor”.

“What? Why would I…?”.

“I heard you after the Ball; you said the prince you love was in love with Sif”.

“Yeah, you”.

“I’m… what? I’m not… I’m not in love with Sif, darling”.

Your heart stirred, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the pet name he just gave you, or the fact that you got it all wrong. He wasn’t in love with Sif?

“I’m sorry, did we both think…?”.

“We’re idiots, apparently”.

You both laughed. That was it; that cotidianity, that normality that felt, even in the most embarrassing and intense moments, completely fine. Because you were, before anything, friends.

You hugged him. He returned the hug and caressed your neck and back with one hand. You felt his heartbeat rise, and from that position, he whispered in your ear with that beautifully deep and raspy voice; “I saw your mark”.

“I don’t care about it. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, ignore my feelings if necessary. But my heart only beats for you”, you whispered back. He sank his nose on the crook of your neck and felt his mouth form a smile against your skin. You shivered and felt warmth in your stomach.

“I don’t want to ignore your feelings”.

“I love you”, you said once again, regretting it in that instant. You couldn't stop your words from falling out of your mouth. You felt like you sounded desperate.

“I love you too, my dear”.

You, in shock, looked at him in the eyes. He kept smiling, and putting a strand of your hair behind an ear, placed a small kiss on your red cheek.

“I don’t know what to do next. I like being your friend”, you said. “And I don’t think we’re meant to be. I got a mark, and you haven’t, so it’s obvious we won’t end up together anyways. And I want you by my side for all my life; even if it’s just as a friend, you know? I don’t want to lose you”. Loki chuckled at your rant. “What?”.

“What makes you think I didn’t get my mark yet?”.

“Well, I… I don’t know. Did you?”.

“Yes”.

“What does it look like?”.

He smiled.

“It’s very ambiguous”, said he, sarcastically.

“Hard to guess, is it?” you chuckled, realizing what was going on. Loki lifted his sleeve, uncovering an identical soulmate mark to yours.

“Hard to guess, yet so obvious”, he said. He grabbed your waist and neck and both melted in a long, desired kiss. You sank your fingers in his hair, caressing his scalp. “Yours?”

“It’s very ambiguous too, you know?”.

[pizzaplex-security-logs]

Into The Breach [Tyo Log I]

Your view from your apartment is a foggy barren parking lot. Being so far from downtown most of the buildings around you are flat outlet malls, gas stations, or vacant shells of old stores. It's still early morning, the only life to be seen are the few cars speeding down the freeway to get to their jobs in the city. You take a final drag of your cigarette, and toss it out the window. -bzzt- Your phone vibrates in your back pocket, It was Ike. Not a big surprise he’s texting you this early, he has been taking more shifts at the mall lately and he’s a bit of a slacker.

I: Good morning binkus T: gm gm I: You and Isa are still job hunting right? T: … Yes I: WHY DID YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT! This is a good one ok I swear T: hmmm ok what's the job I: My boss told me we are understaffed in security and asked me to refer some people if I know anybody. I: Which means WE COULD ALL WORK TOGETHER!! T: YO! That would be fun Don't you hate it there though I: Don't worry about it. You guys gotta hurry though cause she wants people who are gonna be ready right away Can you both be here by like noon? T: Yea I'll get ready and go get her.

You put your phone away and go to grab your coat and wallet. You wouldn't normally just take a job recklessly like this, but the money you are making on commissions isn't cutting it. Plus having a bit of extra spending money couldn't hurt. - The bus ride to the city is long, but you don't mind a little extra time to think and look out the window. Now that you are getting close to Isa, it's probably a good idea to warn her since she is probably still asleep. The phone rings a few times before you hear her answer, voice still light from rest. “H-Hello?” “Hey. Ike just messaged me and said that there were 2 really good positions opened up at that huge animatronic mall.” “ Oh nice,” She sounds a bit jarred “Sorry I just woke up so maybe we can talk-” The bus chime rings for your stop “I know I woke you up, but Ike said we had to come in now, I'm already basically at your house so I'll see you soon and we can take the bus” you state before hanging up. As you step onto the sidewalk you pause for a second and look at your phone. Probably a bit too abrupt on your part, you aren't always the best when it comes to communication, but Isa has known you now for almost 2 years so she has likely caught on to that by now. After a short walk through the small residential suburb you get to her front door. She lives in a charming little house with a yard with her family. Even before you ring the doorbell you can hear Isa’s mom and younger brother in a shouting match inside. You hesitate for a second, probably not the best time to be showing up uninvited, until you hear a soft “Hey!” Isa leans out the basement window grinning at you. Her long blonde hair messy from bed. She’s still glowing somehow though. You wish you could look like that when you wake up. “Just come in through here” She chimes and tucks back into her bedroom. Following her, legs first; you shimmy through and land on her beanbag. Besides the yelling upstairs her room feels like a haven to you. Warm and homey, video games, action figures and other random things to catch your eye are scattered around, bright neon signs bathe the room in ambient blue and pink hues, and posters cover almost every square inch of wall. You sit on her bed as she gets ready, and fall back looking at the ceiling. Her single sonic poster stares back down at you from above and you chuckle to yourself. - After a short bus ride the two of you step out onto the parking lot. A massive mall standing fantastically and ominously on the opposite side. The huge neon sign reading “FREDDY FAZBEAR’S MEGA PIZZAPLEX” is bright even in the midday sun. People steadily feed in and out of the row of massive glass front doors, Teenagers playing music out of their cars linger in the parking lot, Parents walking past you holding hands of hyper laughing children. You haven't seen anything this lively in this town since you moved here. You both have passed the mall on the road before, and heard about it since it opened, but this is the first time you have really gotten a look at it head on like this. “What the fuck this is awesome” Isa gasps “I have never seen a mall this big before… why here?” You say, still unable to look away from the reflective beacon on the horizon “Ike is a rat for never bringing us here” She pouts, glancing over at you “That's true” You both start across the cement, and through the front entrance. The Plaza’s entrance is lush with palm trees and neon lights wrapping around the walls and corners. But the first thing you notice is the massive golden statue of the franchise mascot Freddy Fazbear in the center, looming over the bustling guests. The crowds put you on edge, all the voices and sounds mixed together sound like a deep rumbling engine powering this bizarre mega-mall. Before you can get too caught up in your thoughts though, you feel a hard slap on the back as somebody comes up behind you and Isa, calling out “Hey guys!” It was Ike.. Ike is a bit taller than you both, with scruffy strawberry blonde hair and freckles. He’s wearing a security uniform with a loose fitting

windbreaker overtop. His tie is loose. “I see you two managed to make it on time. Surprising ” He chuckles to himself as he pushes the two of you forward to continue walking. You continue taking in the sights as the three of you make your way up the escalator “You know Tyo had to wake me up for this!” Isa chirps at Ike “Well maybe if you didn't sleep so much-” Before he can finish they are already squabbling. It’s normal for them to bicker like an old married couple, and they are always both laughing by the end of it anyways. “I’ll bring you in to meet boss lady and you can start your shift” He continued. The two of you froze in your tracks at that last statement. Processing it for a minute. “...Now?” You stared at him in disbelief He laughed “Yes, now dingus” and led you both into a dimly lit, cluttered office. Behind the desk was a middle aged woman, hunched over an outdated computer clacking away at a loud keyboard. She glanced up for a moment when the three of you walked in but didn’t turn her head away from her screen. “Brought the newbies in. they are all ready to go for the new security shifts.” Ike called out to her “Gotcha” she muttered, glancing at us before grabbing something under her desk and reaching over to hand it to us. Two uniforms. “Go put those on. I don't have the time for a debrief right now so Ike will show you around and tell you what you need to do and I can go over your specific tasks with you and get you on payroll tomorrow morning.” She glances at her watch and suddenly stands up, grabbing a blazer from her chair “I have to go meet with an inspector so just don't mess anything up and you’ll be fine.” She warns, before leaving the office in a flash. You look down at the uniform, and then back at Ike. “So starting today huh?” You say, raising your eyebrows at him. With all the red flags you have noticed so far you can't help but sound a bit disapproving . “Hey, I’m sorry! We are in a tight spot right now and I know I can count on you both. Just go change and I’ll show you guys around.” You nod and leave to change. Sure it was all a bit sketchy but you and Isa both need a job, that’s for sure, and Ike gets paid pretty well as far as you know so it can’t be so bad. The staff bathroom in this office is cramped, and dingy. You carefully change into the uniform and take a look in the mirror. A seemingly basic black and white uniform. The slacks are surprisingly comfortable, looking at your reflection, your eyes then settle on the patch on your chest, It reads “security” with an embroidered alligator head that’s wearing funky star shaped sunglasses. You don’t recognize this character, granted you aren't exactly an expert when it comes to Fazbear Entertainment, they likely have a lot of animatronics here. Leaving the bathroom, Isa is already changed and talking with Ike. “Hey why the hell does Tyo get pants?” She’s wearing a similar uniform to yours but with short sleeves and a black skirt. You notice her patch has a sun and moon face. ‘Odd’ you think to yourself. “Wellll, we don't have many of the women's uniform, Tyo got lucky and got the men's one I guess” Ike shrugs “Your uniform is cute Isa, I prefer pants anyway. Plus don't act like you don't like your skirt” You say to her, as she sticks her tongue out at you playfully. Mike glances down at his wrist, sporting a goofy fazbear memorabilia watch. He turns away and brings it to his mouth, mumbling something you can’t hear. He then turns back to both of you. “Alright boys, let's get going.” He starts leading you both out of the office and back down into the mall “You both have separate areas to cover today. All you have to do is make sure parents and their kids seem happy, Got it?” “And if they aren't?” You ask, glancing around the mall full of people. “Don't worry about it really. Just ask the animatronics, they know what they are doing.” Ike says, before you start to feel the ground under you rumble with heavy metallic steps. “Yes, He is right!” A cheery but electronic voice booms behind you. You turn around in

full alert, as if you aren't on edge enough already. The giant animatronic bear stands in front of the three of you. It shines with a bright coat of paint reflecting the neon lights. His presence alone causes a few people to flock and take pictures. “Hello superstars! I’m Freddy, Nice to meet you.” It says, big cutesy ears wiggling along with a bright metal smile. You let out a sigh, hoping that's the last time you get snuck up on today. Ike steps beside the robot and pats its metal arm, “Hey big guy, these are the new employees taking over.” “How wonderful! I am quite sure you two will love my friends in no time. Do not be afraid to ask them anything. It is in our programming to help out our friends!” the animatronic exclaimed. You silently stared back at it, that thing has to have thousands of prerecorded voice lines because that statement was weirdly specific. You glanced over to Isa, who was staring at it in complete shock, until she says; “I’m Isa, nice to meet you Mr.… uh, Freddy” You held back a chuckle, and decided to humor Ike as well by introducing yourself to the large metal rockstar. “I’m Tyo.” Isa was looking at you with the same bewildered expression, making it harder for you to hold in a laugh. “Yeah this is my big guy Freddy, I’m sure you already knew his name considering it's plastered everywhere, We don't have much time for pleasantries right now though, kind of on a timer here y’know? We’ll walk and talk” He starts leading you both further down the hall, Exchanging a wave with Freddy as it gets surrounded by fans. Ike picks up his pace as he leads you to a pair of doors, above them reading SUPERSTAR DAYCARE. “We can all meet in this hall when our shifts end around 8pm.” The doors swing open automatically. Blaring pop music pounds on your eardrums. Children laughing and screaming on top of it. This room is a mess of color and murals. A statue of two massive golden sun and moon themed characters sit in the middle of this room full of parents. Walking further in, the three of you overlook the rest of the daycare, full of massive jungle gyms and a ball pit bigger than any you have ever seen. “Oh shit you ok Isa?” Ike said in concern. She has her hands on her head, all this sensory stimulation probably isn't great for someone who just woke up a couple of hours ago. “Yeah” she says quietly, nodding her head. “Well I'll save my monologue for later then. I have the perfect solution for you.” He leads her to a tunnel slide that wraps down all the way to the ballpit on the floor below. “Your solution is having me go down a slide?” She scoffs “Yeah, that's definitely it. Smart-ass.” He said sarcastically, he then motioned for her to sit inside. She makes her way in, and before she can sit down Ike gives her a push, sending her zooming, he shouts to someone below “SUNNN~ You have a new friend! She needs some candy!!” She comes toppling out into the plastic orbs below, and cusses back up at Ike, causing you both to break out into laughter. - “All right let's get out of here” Ike chuckles while wiping a tear away “We have some ground to cover before we make it to gator golf” “... Gator golf.” You retort blankly “Yeah that's your zone. You get to make sure kids don't hit each other with golf clubs, and take care of Monty.” “So mini putt and a robot. Seems easy enough.” You respond, looking around at all the people as the two of you make your way through the main floor of the mall. Ike is oddly silent, you look over to him and he is smiling nervously. “What's up, why are you making that face?'' Ike has never been great at hiding his emotions so it's obvious when something is off with him. “Well easy might be a strong word for it” He sighs “Monty has some… Behavioral issues I guess. It shouldn't be too bad though dont worry about it” He quickly dismisses himself. “What the- don't bullshit me Ike what's up, is it dangerous?” You continue, trying to pry it out of him. “Well, not that dangerous. You just have to be careful, that's all. Monty gets destructive and anyone working that zone

has to be able to contain him, so he doesn't break anything or hurt anyone.” He says, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. You process this for a minute before responding. “Why do you keep talking about it like it's a person?” You ask. “Huh?” “You keep saying stuff like ‘He has behavioral issues’ or ‘he’s destructive’. If the robot’s broken, why not just replace it?” He stops walking and looks at you. You rarely see Ike get serious so you stop walking too, a bit anxious now. “Just don't go into this with assumptions, Tyo. It's more complicated than that” He says, with an almost worried look on his face. You are a bit thrown off, not to mention confused, but you nod in understanding. - The main floor of the plaza has several attractions that seem to be the main money makers of the building. The two of you stand in front of one of these displays decorated with cardboard cutout grass and big fake lanterns. “Here it is, Monty’s Gator golf” Ike reads, a notification chimes from his watch. “Ok I've gotta dash, but if you need me just bang my line.” he says as he tosses you a walkie talkie. “Yeah sounds good man. See you at 8” You wave, turning back to the sign. Nothing you can really do but walk in at this point. You hook your walkie onto your belt and make your way in. This attraction was quite different from the daycare you saw Isa disappear into, it was dark, lit in moody green tones. Projected fireflies danced around the swamped themed plants and decorations, nature sounds and low music played over the speakers. Most of the customers here were mostly teens or young adults, either playing mini putt or running around causing trouble. You still hadn't seen the gator yet though, you continued walking through the golf courses, hand on your walkie to ease your nerves. You didn't plan on using it but knowing it was there kept you steady. As you walked you were stopped by a little kid standing in your path, staring unblinking right at you, awkwardly you stopped in your tracks. You probably were putting the customers off by looking so serious, so you mustered a little fake smile and waved. This was pointless, as the kid didn't budge. Your face dropped and you uncomfortably stepped around the child and kept walking. You take a deep breath in and out as you start taking in the scenery in an attempt to loosen up. The whole attraction was massive, you always had a soft spot for tacky indoor nature displays, the fake plastic trees sticking out of the floor and the frogs croaking over the speakers really appealed to the dino loving kid you used to be. Then, something caught your eye. Up above is a grid of metal catwalks, seemingly for maintenance of the whole course. Through the leaves you catch a glimpse of a large figure squatting down, watching you. A pair of bright red reflective eyes are the only feature you can make out - “Hey!” A hand pokes your shoulder as a voice from behind you makes you jolt, one hand on your walkie and one hand outwards in a defensive position you twist around quickly. When you see that it's just another worker you glance away, embarrassed. ‘3rd jumpscare today…’ you think to yourself, your face already feeling red hot. “Woah restless are we?” The woman laughs in a thick southern accent. She’s older, a mess of curly gray hair wrapped back in a hairnet and a visor reading “Gator Grub” “Sorry mam, just a big place I'm not quite used to it yet” you sigh. “Don't you worry hun I've been there” She rests a motherly hand on yours “I was told we’d be getting a new guard today so me and the ladies fixed you up a bit of lunch!” She leads you past a few tables to the staff door of a fast food restaurant. A few other women her age work away behind the counter, all greet you with warm smiles and the same grandmotherly energy. You wonder if being a sweet old woman is a job requirement here. She hands you a paper bag with the gator golf logo printed on it. Smells like the most greasy burger ever made and it's exactly what you need right now. “Thank you so much” You say, looking back at

her. “No worries pumpkin, The security office is right through that door there if you need a breather, and if you need m’names Martha” She smiles, and points to a door at the back of the kitchen You step through the door to a long narrow hallway, the music from outside distant and muffled now. The hallway is eerie but you are too focused on your burger to care. Inside the security office it's dark and steamy from the massive boilers and pipes fixed into the wall, several screens light up a corner of the room with recordings of the cameras throughout this zone. You stop. There's somebody in this room. It took you a minute to notice but you can just barely hear the faded breath of someone behind you, by the opposite wall. The only thing separating the two of you is the large pipes making a column in the center of the room. You slowly put your burger down, your eyes darting across the desk for something to grab. Besides a few papers, it's empty. Fuck. Your only option is to run. You quickly turn heel and make a break for the door but your intruder is much faster than you. And much larger. Before you can reach the door your feet are already off the ground. Your hands hold on to the sides of a massive metal hand around your neck. It holds you against one of the walls. Slamming its other hand onto the brick beside you. It's breathing heavier now, looking straight at you. Its breath has a low electronic jitter. Looking back at you is a huge metal alligator, Monty. A red flash of hair matching its bright red eyes. Hot breath escapes through its sharp metal teeth. The robot’s face has the crazed look of a wild animal. In a panic you brush one of your hands along the wall behind you, and feel a pipe. Trying to support yourself with one arm and take some of the weight off your neck, you reach with the other as far as you can, looking for some kind of valve or lever. Your hand finally catches a nozzle and you twist it. Sending out a jet of burning hot steam straight at the gator. It drops you and stumbles back, and before you can think you dash out of the security office and onto the main floor, and through the crowds of people. - You finally stop to catch your breath. Some of the customers have stopped and are glancing at you nervously. You try your best to compose yourself, as you brush your hair away from your face your hand sends a painful sting up your arm. You look at it to see it's burned all along the side, likely from the steam, you hadn't even noticed thanks to all the adrenaline. Looking down at your walkie, just for a moment, you consider calling Ike. Instead, you decide to shake off the pain, and finish your shift. It’s nothing you can’t handle. At least that's what you tell yourself. A few hours pass, you keep to the outer edge of the zone. Trying to pass your time by people-watching. Most of the kids are loud but not disruptive, thankfully. You only have to tell a couple not to climb the displays or use their golf clubs for jousting. A loud message booms over the intercom in Freddy's voice- “ATTENTION ALL CUSTOMERS, THE MALL WILL BE CLOSING IN 20 MINUTES, PLEASE BEGIN MAKING YOUR WAY TO THE EXITS, AND SEE YOU SOON SUPERSTARS!” You hear the chattering of people getting ready to leave, and the ‘awws’ of children who weren’t done playing. Then out of the corner of your eye you see a small group of people, and in the middle of them is Monty standing proudly, a kid propped up on each bicep as the robot does a Hercules pose and parents take photos.. You feel a scowl crease your brow. As it lets them down and high fives them you hear it reciting lines like “Stay cool rockstar!” or “See you next time!” Then, as Monty is talking with fans saying final goodbyes its eyes catch yours. It holds its gaze with a smirk, and winks. - You make your way down the winding paths of the mall back to the hallway outside the daycare, your fists unintentionally clenched, as the day plays through your head over and over. Most of the customers are out of the mall by now, so you sit on the corner of one of the fountains

and wait for Ike. You let out a sigh, looking back at your burnt hand. You can feel your heartbeat on your skin. You try not to think of words like ‘searing’ or ‘sizzling’... You wince. “Hey lady!” You hear Ike’s cheerful voice echo down the hallway as he makes his way over to you. You smile, relieved to see such a good friend after a day like today. “Jesus Christ is that from today?” He glances down at your hand while you are still holding it. “Yeah… hurts like a bitch but I'll run some water on it at home. Just glad the day’s over man.” Ike stares back at you silently, smiling uncomfortably.

“So… really funny thing about that actually” He starts You stare back at him. Smile now completely gone from your face. “LOOK I'M SORRY! But we are super short staffed right now and we are gonna need to pull a night shift, BUT It’s gonna be super fun I promise” He chuckles nervously. You lean forward and put your head in your hands and groan. “What the hell guys!” Another voice calls from down the hallway, Isa is striding down the hall towards you both. She looks a bit exasperated, and her hands are covered in some sort of black grease. You can only imagine what kind of day she had on the other side of the mall. “I’ve been wandering this place for what seemed like an eternity, and you couldn't have even bothered to tell me my way back here or come find me? Not to mention that there was this crazy sun headed robot that didn’t let me have two seconds of peace!?“ You looked down at her belt, Ike had forgotten to give her a walkie, probably too busy thinking of pranking her. Ike stood there, a bit flushed. “Rant finished” She sighs, crossing her arms. Ike chuckles nervously again before speaking “Ok ok I’ve got an excuse- I mean a reason for everything you just said.” he held his hands up, trying to explain himself. “First things first, if we went out to look for you, then when you eventually did get back here, we wouldn't even be here and it would just turn into a mess! This place has a lot of twists and turns, okay” She cocks an eyebrow at him. “Bro, What! That doesn't even make sens-” He starts talking before she can finish “And second, is that it's fine cause now we get to spend even more time together! Because actualllyyyy- we are all doing night shift together! So I can teach you guys stuff! Yaaaay!” His facial expression is a tense grin as he drops that bomb on her. Isa’s jaw drops and she looks over at you. She giggles angrily, and looks back at Ike. “WHAT?” - The three of you sit on the hood of Ike’s car, passing around Isa’s box of cigs. The sunset just starting to dip behind the horizon, basking the pavement in a warm orange glow. Music plays from his stereo inside. “I feel better now” Isa sighs as she lets out a puff of smoke “Me too” you chuckle. Despite it all it is pretty nice to be working with two of your closest friends. It makes breaks a lot more enjoyable that's for sure. “Look guys, I am really sorry for today. I didn't mean for it to be this hectic, I promise things will calm down a bit, I know I was cracking jokes today but I care about you two a lot and I hate to stress you out like this.” Ike sighs, looking down at the pavement. Isa leans over and puts an arm around him, jostling him around playfully. “Aw it's ok my sexy little twink, mommy forgives you” She teases, making Ike chuckle. You laugh, and shake your head “Yeah, even though she said it in the worst way possible, it's not your fault at all man, it's nice we all get to hang out like this now anyway.” You say, as you take another drag of your cigarette. “Wait what's up with your hand?” Isa perks up, glancing over at you. You grin and lean back, flipping your hair back like a movie star “Oh it's nothing, just a gator attack” You say in a corny voice, acting cool. “Damn that's hot” she bites her lip and makes a face. They both laugh as you tap her on the forehead and call her a pervert. - “Ok. So here’s the rundown” The three of you stand in the mostly empty plaza center, outside gator golf. Ike talks to you both like a coach would talk to a football team. “Lets go over your stuff first Tyo. Because I’m going to have a lot to explain to Isa about night shifts.” He hands you a few things. A flashlight, a taser, and a loop of gray paracord. “The flashlight is self explanatory, it gets kind of dark in Gator Golf, so you need to have that on you and charge it regularly at one of those stations.” Ike points to a fazbear shaped box on the wall. “The taser is ONLY to be used in a serious emergency. If you damage Monty it is going to come out of your paycheck. Unfortunately, Monty is one of the animatronics

that is most likely going to need to be tased every once in a while, so be prepared for that.” Ike then motions to the rope. “Now this is what you’ll really be using. Restraining him to prevent damage is going to be easier in the long run. It also won't damage him like tasing him would, making it the safer option. Since Monty doesn't have a room like the big 4 do, he mostly just roams around gator golf, but I heard the last guy mentions he likes to sneak around on the maintenance catwalks so just be sure to be aware of your surroundings” You think back to seeing his eerie pair of eyes prowling down at you, That would have been good to know earlier. Ike interrupts your thoughts, remarking; “That's everything. You ready?” You pause for a moment, looking beyond him into the murky green light “Yeah.” “Alright. Me and Isa gotta book it to the daycare, so we’ll see you at 6am alright?” He finishes as they start hurrying off down the hall, both waving back at you. You look down at the gear on your belt, and then your hand. Ike gave you some antiseptic and gauze, you did an alright job of wrapping it for now. You take the paracord in your hands, pulling it taught. It's strong. You look back up at the entrance of the golf course. The sign hangs ominously above you, a slight smirk creeps on your face. You are going to hunt that gator down and make it pay.

[kaijime]

perverted

anon. Could I request being Yams sister and Tsukki perving over her🥺 like she’s so innocent, letting him touch her..him rubbing her thighs and “accidentally” pushing his bulge against her ass... maybe him finally snapping and dry jumping her on the couch before fucking her tight cunny into the mattress while Yams is in the other room 🥺🤲🏻🤲🏻

includes. tsukishima kei (yamaguchi is here too but nothing smutty happens with him since he’s your brother)

cw. fem reader, dry humping, dirty talk, humiliation, size kink if you squint, non-con ish?? In the beginning, oral (receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie

a/n. Wow...no thoughts, head empty. Only this request

It all started as innocent touches on your shoulder and brushing his hand when he sat next to you. But he would never want to do anything else, right? He’s your brother’s friend so he wouldn’t want to hurt you. That’s what you told yourself.

And that’s what you told yourself when he sometimes rubbed circles on your thigh under the sheets that were covering all three of you when you were watching a movie. Your brother would ask what’s wrong when you let out a heavy sigh, and you would reply with a simple ‘I’m fine’.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the corner store and grab some snacks, wanna come with?” your big brothers words being completely ignored by Tsukishima, or so he appeared to be. His gaze was fixated in the movie, but he heard his friends question loud and clear.

“I’ll go with you”

“Are you really that scared of me (Y/n)?” the air could not be filled with more tension after the blonde’s question. You knew he would never try to hurt you, but it still made you nervous having to stay home alone with him.

“(Y/n), stay with Tsuki, it would be rude to leave him in our house alone, I’ll be back quickly. When he shut the door behind him you looked at the tall male, staring at the movie like a fascinated two year old.

“Come (Y/n), sit” he patted the spot on the couch next to him, his demanding tome sent butterflies to your stomach but you did as told. You weren’t afraid of him, but then again you sat next to him. He scooched over to his right, the side where you were seated and put his arm around your shoulder. You were uneasy at first, but then you leaned on his shoulder, the calm ambient in the room was enough to make you fall asleep, so why didn’t you?

Was it because his other hand was rubbing your uncovered thigh, and threatening to touch your lovely parts.

“T-Tsuki, we shouldn’t do this”

“Shouldn’t do what?” and you wondered if it was really all innocent, he’s a friend. You blame yourself for thinking any more if his friendly touches, that’s until he turned your head and pushed his lips against yours. The sudden kiss left your eyes wide, shocked with surprise. The arm that was on top of your shoulders, pulling you close to his figure, is now on your waist and sneaking down to your ass. You moaned into the kiss when he pulled you closer to him, he switched positions to have you underneath him, a leg on either side of your body.

The hot make out session was quickly turning into his hands running all over your body, memorizing the feeling of every inch, every curve, every bump in your skin. He moved his clothed cock against your heat, creating friction where you needed him the most. The only thing that could be heard in the silent house were your breathy moans and his panting voice, every time he moved his hips.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting all along? You’ve been wishing I’d touch you when your brother isn’t looking? He left for a few minutes and your this desperate?”

“I-I...”

“Look at yourself, you can’t even say the proper words, I’m not even inside you and yet you seem so fucked out” you nodded your head as he kept moving, the couch was squeaking at all the movement happening but it could barely be heard from all your loud moans. “Shut it! You wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you, or I guess you would, let them hear how good I’m ma-”

The sound of keys jingling at the door.

Your eyes shoot open and you push the tall male off of you, quickly arranging yourself so your brother wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Hey, you guys! I found some cheap sodas so I bought them and the chips were two for the price of one so...” and he kept talking about his great experience at the corner store, while you tried to remove the blush from your face, until Tsuki leaned closer to your ear.

“He really has no idea... wanna continue tonight?” you nod your head without looking at him.

“(Y/n)? What’s the matter? You look so red, are you feeling alright?” and Tsuki looked at you with an almost unnoticed smirk, but you noticed it.

“I’m fine, its just a little hot in here” the rest of the night was full of teasing from the blonde male, eyeing you up and down when you got up, resting his hand on your thigh.

This one time you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but the glass cup was on the top shelf, making it difficult for your short figure to reach. You were about to ask for help from your brother, when you felt the tall figure behind you, not only reaching the cup for you, but also pressing his erect dick on your ass. Your breath hitched and you were left in shock, doing things while your brother was on the store was something, but doing something so lewd while he could just turn his head a few inches and see you, that made the wet spot in your shorts even more visible.

The night came to an end, and Tsukishima decided he was gonna sleep in Yamaguchi’s room. Yet, when the tall boy walked past you in the hall he whispered.

“Thirty minutes, I want you naked when I go to your room”

You walk to your room, the sound of your beating heart was overwhelming, it was so loud and so fast. You discarded all of your clothes to a corner in the room and laid down on the bed, resting your head on your pillows as you waited for him to come to your room. That’s when the nerves really hit you, you were gonna have sex next to your brothers room, with your brothers friend! What if he caught you guys doing it? What would he think of his cute little innocent sister if he saw her doing it with his friend? If he did catch you guys, you wouldn’t want their friendship to be ruined because of you.

Suddenly the doorknob turned and he walked inside, locking the door behind him and turning to admire the cute naked girl. “He’s fast asleep” He said and walked towards the bed. Standing beside you, admiring your body, glistening in the moonlight that shined through your window.

“Such a dirty little girl, waiting for me with nothing on, just like I asked” He took off his shirt and his sweatpants, left in nothing but his boxers that hid what you wanted to see the most. He took them off, revealing his long erect cock. “Only needy girls stare, are you that needy?”

“I w-want you... daddy” your eyes met, both filled with lust and desire for each other. He made his way on top of you and kissed you, it was deep and needy. It was sloppy and messy but deep down it was filled with all the feelings he had been holding back for you. All those times you would kneel down to pick up something and he only wished he could take you then and there. All the times he saw you applying chapstick and thought to himself how good those lips would feel around his cock.

“Spread your legs for me” and you did, your pretty little cunt on display for him, your slick dripping down your inner thigh. He moves his head down so his face is at the same level as your pussy, and he licks a long stripe through your heat.

“H-hah...” you moan as he keeps licking and lapping up your juices until he sucks on your clit. The pleasure is making your moans go even higher and you cover your mouth with your hand to keep them in.

“You have to be quiet babe, you wouldn’t want your brother to find out his innocent little sister calling out my name, would you?” and he entered a finger into your hole, your walls pulling him in as he was giving you what you wanted.

“T-Tsu- Kei... I want you... I need y-you please!” and he chuckled at your begging, his voice sending vibrations through your cunt. “K-Kei...”

“Use your words slut, tell me what you want- no- tell me what you need”

“I need... y-you Kei, I n-need... I need your big c-cock inside my cunny, p-please... g-give it to me daddyyy... I-I’ll take it like a good g-girl” your words only made him harder and he pulled out his fingers. He touched your cunt with his cock and pushed inside your tight pussy, careless of the fact that it might hurt you.

“K-Kei-i... its too b-big”

“So? You said you were gonna take it, shut up” he spoke next to your ear, and you let out a shuddering breath, holding onto his back for dear life. You left marks in his back that would be completely visible tomorrow morning. “I shouldn’t give it to you if you’re just gonna complain about it”

He spread your legs even more, to reach deeper until he bottomed out. He wasn’t wasting any time, thrusting into your cute cunny like you didn’t have tomorrow.

“I-I... I can t-take it daddy, see how g-good I take it” he put one of your legs over his shoulder reaching deeper with his cock and hitting that spot that made your vision go blank. “I’m a good g-girl daddy... K-Kei, you feel so deep inside... I feel so good”

“If you were really a good girl you would take it all silently, but look at you, moaning so loudly, almost as if you want him to hear you” and he gives a particularly hard thrust that hits your sweet spot just right, leading to your moan slipping out. “I bet he heard that one, do you think he’ll hear this?” and he made a fist in his hand, threatening to knock on the wall next to him, the wall that divided the siblings room.

“N-no, please... I’ll shut u-up, I’ll b-be a good g-girl just please don’t s-stop...”

He went back to holding onto your waist with both his hands, and you grinded your hips to the same pace as he was fucking you.

“What a cute little cunny... too bad its all you’re good for, just a cumslut, but your my little cum slut, right?” you nod your head vigorously, you were so close to your orgasm, his dirty talk and his humiliating words only brought you closer to the edge. “Say it!”

“I’m your l-little cumslut!” you said with tears in your eyes, you shut your eyes close in the middle of your ecstasy, clenching down on him and holding onto his arms as you came all over his cock. The way your cute cunny pulled him inside for more made him go crazy, this cute little girl, to the eyes of anyone you were the innocent little (Y/n), quiet and shy. He’s proud that he’s the only one who can make you shake and squirm while you moan out his name.

He thrusts in a few more times before he shoots his white load into your cunt. He groans and throws his head back in pleasure. When you both come back down from your high he lays down next to you and runs his fingers through his hair with a smirk. He wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, not caring if Yamaguchi walked in right now and saw you like this, he just wanted to hold you close and wake up next to you.

Can you blame him? He’d been wanting to fuck your little cunny for so long and when he finally got to do it, well, he doesn’t want this moment to end.

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[obabyobeymeme]

Resting with the Boys[TM]

summary: what i think falling asleep with them around would be like. that- that’s it, that’s the post note: yayayayy first post! this has been in my notes app for a Long time, so.. buckle up, this is going to be kinda long no matter what i do, thoughts went brrrrrr, sorry lmao.

Lucifer ➛ Good luck getting a moment alone with him. With all the work he has assigned by Diavolo, the time he spends cleaning up after his brothers’ shenanigans, and his duties as the eldest, it seems like he never has free time. ➛ When you do catch him alone, he’s either not in the mood for any sort of interaction or he’s taken the liberty of passing out at his desk, pen still in hand as he rests. ➛ You aren’t doing so well yourself, being a human exchange student doesn’t mean R.A.D. will go easy on you. Classes, assignments, and sometimes even just having to deal with the rest of the student body can be pretty tiring. ➛ Your patience pays off when the day finally comes that he’s mostly free of duties and your assigned tasks at the moment are all finished as well.

➛ You two don’t really do much, you spend the time talking over hot beverages and enjoying each other’s company in his office. Just having you around and not causing a ruckus is already more than enough for him. ➛ Lucifer ends up going on a halfhearted rant about his brothers as he organizes some papers next to you. How he found out about another one Satan and Belphie’s plots to inconvenience him and how he’ll turn it against them, wondering how the house hasn’t been decimated while he went on business trips sometimes... It’s nice seeing him not as uptight as he usually is. ➛ You end up getting a little drowsy despite your best attempts to listen to what he’s saying. Eventually your drowsiness wins over and you kinda.. nod off. Hopefully he doesn’t mind. (He does mind, actually. Sleeping sitting down may sound like a good idea at first, but Lucifer knows your neck will hate you for it when you wake up.) ➛ He doesn’t want to wake you, so he carefully nudges your head onto his lap before finishing up with the papers, occasionally running his hand through your hair. ➛ Once he’s done, he carries you to your room and makes sure you’re comfortable before leaving a kiss on your forehead and leaving, closing the door softly behind him.

Mammon ➛ When you suggest a lazy afternoon to him, he’ll act as if he has no time for a silly activity like that. Why would he? The Great Mammon has better things to do with his time than spending it lazing around with some- ➛ He trails off once he sees your slightly disappointed face. When you say you’ll find someone else to nap with, he changes his tune almost instantly. ➛ He just.. takes your wrist and goes “W-well, if ya want it THAT badly... but just this once, got it??” as he sorta tugs you along to his bedroom. ➛ This is where you learn that he has no idea how to share a bed with someone else. He seems torn between wanting to scoot closer or give you as much space he can without actually leaving the bed. ➛ You decide to make the decision for him, resting your head on his shoulder as you start rambling. Mammon warms up eventually and slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer. ➛ You drift off during a lull in the conversation, unintentionally leaving him hanging for a full minute before he realizes you’re asleep. ➛ He watches you for a while and makes sure you’re really out, then reaches for his phone and takes a picture (or five) of your sleeping face. What? You’re cute even when you sleep apparently! He’d rather go through one of Lucifer’s scoldings than admit that to your face in the near future though. ➛ You know that meme where people say they can't do anything because a cat fell asleep on them? Yeah, that happened to Mammon because of the arm he placed around you, he ended up falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms. ➛ When you wake up, you cannot move without his grip getting just a bit tighter. Greedy even in his sleep, it seems... rip if you have to go to the bathroom lmao

Leviathan ➛ You two spent pretty much the whole day in his room, geeking out over shared interests, catching up on anime Levi introduced to you, trying (and occasionally failing) at the games you both play ➛ You don’t even notice it’s well past 1 AM until you feel like you’ve been staring at a screen for an awful long time now, what time is- oh. ➛ Levi’s slightly disappointed that your hangout has to end, but yeah, he gets it. Everyone needs their sleep, even hardcore otakus. He’s about to tell you that you can leave when you flop into his bathtub bed, saying you’re too tired to walk all the way back. ➛ He short-circuits at the sight of you wrapping yourself around one of the many body-sized pillows, and when you realize he still has to get in the tub to sleep? And instead of getting out, you sit up and insist on him getting in with you??? ➛ A system error has occurred. Please restart your Leviathan. Come on, this is like that one scene in this shoujo anime he’s found where the main character and the person they’re pining for share a bed! ➛ He doesn’t say anything, but judging by the expression he’s making and how he’s clambering in behind you, you don’t think he minds too much. ➛ You two end up with his upper body propped up by the pillows and you kinda laying on top of him. It's a bit awkward considering the unconventional sleeping area, but it’s honestly more comfortable than you expected. ➛ Levi actually ends up falling asleep before you. You thought you were tired? Try being awake for 22 hours straight waiting for an exclusive merch drop you just couldn’t miss. He is out, and nothing you do can wake him. ➛ You both end up waking around noon thanks to your little late night stunt. Consider yourselves lucky that Satan saved you guys a plate before Beel got to it.

Satan ➛ He finds you in the House’s library, bent over at a table studying three textbooks at once. Understandable, given that it’s exam season, but it doesn’t look like you’re doing yourself any favors. ➛ And he’s right. You can’t make sense of anything in the books and you can feel a small headache coming on ➛ Satan offers to give you some help with your studies... after you’ve rested. He won’t take no for an answer, and since his room is much closer, he thinks it’s fine if you crash there while you take a break. ➛ He just has to... actually make space for you to rest first, though. He can navigate the chaos that is his room just fine, but you could easily trip on something, or worse, accidentally activate something cursed. ➛ Once that’s taken care of, you take a seat on his bed, scrolling through your D.D.D. as he takes one of the chairs, picking up a novel he bookmarked.  ➛ The scent of the books and the occasional sound of a page turning as Satan reads, along with his occasional hums of interest really helped put you at ease. After a couple of moments, despite yourself, you curl up and drift off. ➛ In between page turns, Satan would turn to check on you. When he realizes you’re asleep, he marks his novel and sets it down, turning to face you instead.  Since he knows his room can get a bit drafty sometimes, he drapes a blanket over you, smiling softly as you wrap the blanket more around yourself. ➛ You looking so cozy almost makes him want to join you, but just seeing that you’re comfy and much less stressed than before is enough right now. He instead gives you a head pat and goes back to his novel, the smile never quite leaving his face.

Asmodeus ➛ You know Asmo loves spending time together, from shopping trips to going to new places to even simple things like a tea spilling session every other night. ➛ So when you come to his room one evening to tell him sorry, you don’t really feel like a night on the town right now and would rather stay in and recharge, he’s not even as disappointed as you’d thought he’d be. ➛ He insists on pampering you both tonight, that way, you get to rest and relax with him, and he gets you all to himself for at least a couple of hours, uninterrupted. It’s a win-win scenario, in his opinion, and who are you to decline? ➛ You let him work his magic with whatever he has laying around, falling into your usual routine of talking as he does his and your nails and readies a face mask for the two of you as ambient music from his D.D.D. fills the air. ➛ When you find yourself getting sleepy, Asmo doesn’t mind at all! He puts away the stuff he used and suggests a little impromptu sleepover. ➛ You shouldn’t have been that surprised when he climbs into the bed after you, and you should’ve realized he’d be just as clingy in bed as he is normally. He can and will be all over you if you let him— running his fingers through your hair, cuddles like there’s no tomorrow...  ➛ His ridiculously soft and comfy bed definitely isn’t helping matters, and you drift off in record time. ➛ He’ll make sure you’re all tucked in and maybe internally squeal at how adorable you’re being, leaning into his touch in your sleep makes his heart do a flip ➛ You wake up the next day feeling like a new person, and next to you, looking surprisingly photogenic for someone half-asleep, is Asmo, tugging you back under the covers because it’s warmer with you in there. 

Beelzebub ➛ He’s been waiting at R.A.D.’s entrance for 20 minutes now. You were supposed to meet him so you could head to Hell’s Kitchen and hang out for a bit, but there’s still no sign of you and you haven’t read any of his texts. ➛ He gets a text from you then. Turns out your phone was on silent, because you felt a little burnt out from school and juggling hangout times with everyone else and went straight back to the House, wanting some quiet time. ➛ You send another message apologizing for the sudden change of plans and for not seeing his messages sooner, but Beel is pretty understanding. ➛ He isn’t letting his chance at being with you go that easily, though. He drops by a store to get you a little care package (and a handful of snacks so he still has something to give you by the time he gets to the house) and heads home. ➛ A few moments later, your door opens to reveal Beel. He leaves the food he brought on your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. You decide a cuddle buddy doesn’t sound too bad right now. After all, you already had the experience of sharing a room with Beel, surely sharing a bed will be similar? ➛ ... Not exactly. He’ll unintentionally take up half your bed no matter what you two do; you’ll either be searching for space or be pulled into the space he’s occupying like some sort of demon-shaped black hole. ➛ The solution: lay on his chest. He assures you that you aren’t too heavy for him, and if he’s being honest? Your weight is actually kinda comforting. ➛ You stay like that for a while, listening to his breathing and heartbeat, and eventually the stress of the past few days melts away, and you fall asleep with your arms draped over him like a pillow. ➛ He doesn’t mind, since you’re pretty much a living teddy bear to him, and he lets himself relax, a hand resting on your back. He just hopes his stomach won’t wake you both up...

Belphegor ➛ Let me get this straight. You want Belphegor, the literal Avatar of Sloth, to take a nap with you? Chances are he’s already half-asleep and all that’s left to do is join him... if he lets you. ➛ He’ll look at you, slightly irritated, but he’s too tired to argue, and you’d be warmer than a pillow, at least, so he motions for you to get in next to him. Just don’t move around too much or he’ll hog all the blankets in retaliation. ➛ If you’re close enough with him, either one of you has unspoken permission to join the other while they’re resting, no questions asked.  ➛ Probably has a bunch of pillows and blankets stowed away in various parts of the House, so nap supplies are readily available. Saves him from having to drag his stuff from place to place. ➛ The one downside to sleeping with Belphie is that he doesn’t need any time to unwind. He can go from full attention to catching Zs in minutes, leaving you no choice but to follow him into dreamland. ➛ He does cuddle a lot, though he’ll brush it off as using you as his personal heater. He’ll complain if you try to do it first, but he won’t make any moves to actually stop you. He actually might lean into you, making up an excuse about your side being comfier. ➛ If he really, really trusts you, he’ll lend you his beloved cow-print pillow. Only five minutes tops, though, then you have to give it back. ➛  When nights are bad and he doesn’t want to wake Beel up, he used to head to the planetarium to calm himself down. Now he slips into your room and takes comfort in knowing that you’re still safe and sound. You’ve woken up several times finding Belphie nuzzled into your blanket. ➛ If he feels especially clingy, his demon form’s tail will appear, slowly but firmly wrapping itself around your waist. Good luck getting out of bed without him knowing.

[blue-mood-blue]

No one asked about the eye.

It wasn't something Peter Nureyev even noticed that he'd noticed, just another unnecessary piece of information filed away in the back of his mind for use later if he needed it. He was doing his best to stay out of Juno Steel's way, after all, ensuring that they weren't stuck in a room together alone and forced to make stilted, polite conversation; he rarely had reason to spare extra energy in observing the way the rest of their strange band interacted with Juno.

When he caught a glance at Juno rubbing his eye one morning under the patch, shuffling past where Peter was seated at the table and nodding along to whatever tangent Rita was prattling away about behind him while obviously retaining nothing, the thought occurred to Peter again: no one ever asked Juno about his eye. It went mostly unremarked upon entirely, even when "family dinner" devolved into "taking cheap shots at each other."

Like as not it was just good manners, Peter decided as he shifted his attention back to the tablet in his hand. It would be in poor taste to pepper someone with questions about a serious, visible injury, and if Juno didn't bring it up it hardly fell to any of the rest of them to bring it up for him. And Juno had been without an eye for some time - if he wanted a cybernetic alternative, he could have gotten one long before now. He could have listed it with his other requirements for working with Buddy's crew, even. That was his own business.

No one said anything about the eye - asked any questions, voiced any concerns, made any offers - and Peter put it out of his head. Peter put it out of his head when Juno forgot his patch and still seemed surprised to find an empty socket, when Juno’s depth perception still suffered despite the time he'd had to get used to it, when Juno took emptied cans from a meal and lined them up outside whenever they were somewhere with enough gravity to make it worth his while and practiced his shooting.

Juno went wide every time. And every time, Peter remembered his precise shooting from before, and felt a pang in his chest.

"He isn't getting any better." Peter wasn't sure why he spoke up, and to Jet, who seemed absorbed with whatever he was doing to the Carte Blanche while Peter idly watched Juno practice. He hadn’t meant to say anything, it was the kind of pointless sentiment that was best left in Peter’s head if it had to be anywhere at all, and it was a small mercy that he’d said so softly enough that Jet had plenty of room to pretend he hadn’t heard.

"He is not," Jet replied.

Should have kept his mouth shut, Peter thought, while continuing to not keep his mouth shut. "It's concerning that he hasn't improved by now, considering when he lost the eye. He might never get that sharpshooting back."

"He might not," Jet agreed.

"He could consider getting it replaced - the technology exists." Just because it would make their work easier, Peter justified to himself. The only reason he cared about Juno Steel's sharpshooting was because it might be necessary to save their lives at some point. Otherwise, he would leave well enough alone.

There was no reply from Jet, and Peter assumed the man had finally decided that the conversation wasn't worth continuing. He was surprised, then, when he looked up and found Jet regarding him seriously, that steady gaze unwavering.

"I do not think Juno would want such a thing. I would advise you not to mention it to him." Before Peter had the chance to ask what he meant, to figure out how Jet could have come to that leap of a conclusion when he barely knew Juno and certainly hadn't been there when he'd lost the eye, Jet stood up, collected his tools, and went back inside.

Peter watched another wide shot, lost in thoughts that didn't get him anywhere.

~~~

It was late, and the Carte Blanche was quiet, and Peter didn't know why he was awake.

It might have been that the bed felt too empty; a startlingly vulnerable conclusion, since Juno didn't spend every night there even after their conversation, but there was no point denying the possibility. More likely that he'd heard something, and the ability to wake quickly had saved him too many times for him to easily put aside the habit now. When he didn't hear it again, he rolled to the far side of the bed and resolutely tried to fall back asleep.

Five minutes later, with a put-upon sigh, Peter dragged himself to his feet. The idea of the empty bed had wormed its way into his head and he couldn’t stop thinking about the cold, extra space. It was ridiculous and mortifying that he was actually considering knocking on Juno's door in the early hours of the morning to ask for a space in his bed; worse that he knew he wouldn’t, and that he would never get back to sleep now that he’d allowed himself to consider it. Might as well find a distraction, since he was up anyway.

He'd already passed the living area on his way to the kitchen when he stopped, a delayed reaction to something sending a chill down his spine, and slowly walked back in. It was dark - the faint lights of the hallway filtered in and mixed with the ambient light from the windows, giving only just enough illumination for Peter to find what unsettled him. There was someone in there, on the couch, sitting straight as a mannequin who’d been positioned that way and whispering something in a low, unnaturally steady thrum.

Peter froze in the doorway. It was Juno.

He didn't seem right; it was a vague conclusion that didn't do the pit in Peter's stomach justice, but it was a hard thing to define besides a sense of wrong. The muttering and the blank stare told him that Juno was probably sleepwalking, or something like it; the rigid way he was sitting and his sharp focus on nothing implied something else. He hadn't reacted at all to Peter passing through the room, to Peter walking right in front of him and right past that focused, unfocused stare, and he didn't react as Peter quietly walked closer.

"Juno?" Nothing. Not a twitch to indicate he'd heard, not so much as a pause between the stream of muttered, whispered words. Peter crept closer, sat slowly down next to him on the couch, and as he was reaching up to touch his shoulder he heard what Juno was saying.

“Goodness-is-the-only-purpose-I-have-little-potential-for-Good-therefore-I-am-worth-little-the-Tower-has-great-potential-therefore-it-is-great-"

It all felt deeply, deeply unsettling. It was Juno's voice but not his words; the cadence was even and emotionless and mechanic, as if something else were speaking through him with no concept of how to be Juno. Peter's hand stopped because suddenly, foolishly, he was afraid to attract the attention of whoever it was sitting next to him. And just as foolishly, he was afraid to leave Juno alone and lost.

"It's a dream, Nureyev," he muttered to himself, disgusted that a simple act of comfort was beyond him, even momentarily. Juno was trying, and what was Peter doing? Sitting next to him, unable to touch him, useless to him. Ridiculous. "Just wake him up and maybe you can both get some sleep."

"Boss?" Peter nearly jumped out of his skin, and he jostled Juno next to him; in his focus on listening to what Juno was saying, he hadn't heard Rita walk in. She was rubbing sleep from her eyes, looking between Peter and Juno. "Boss, you feelin’ okay?"

"-systems-are-beginning-to-fail-Emotional-Danger-Avoidance-Protocol-has-been-deactivated-request-received-diverting-remaining-processing-power-from-pain-numbing-functions-"

"Oh." Rita didn't seem confused. Concerned, though, in a quiet way that was so unlike her it made Peter wonder what happened to people on this ship at night to change them so thoroughly. Or perhaps, not on this ship at all. “You better leave this to me, Mista Ransom. I mean, you could try, but he probably wouldn’t remember you and it’d get pretty confusing.”

The pit of unease at the bottom of Peter’s stomach was widening, quickly. He stared at Juno. “He wouldn’t… remember?”

“He gets a little scrambled when he gets like this - it’s not really surprising after spending all that time with someone talking at him in his head all the time, you know, he told me about what it was like and I don’t think I’d like it myself, someone tryin’ to tell me what to do -“

“What… what are you...” Peter shook his head. Not important. It wasn’t important for him to understand right now, while his questions would only leave Juno stuck in his own mind longer. “Can you help him?”

Rita smiled at him reassuringly, as if the situation had not left her terrifyingly out of her depth. All the better, Peter thought faintly, as he continued to sit by and be useless. “Oh yeah, I got him. You can go to bed if you want.”

Peter shook his head. He would not be sleeping tonight, not until Juno was well. He could think about what his inability to leave meant later.

"Must've been a bad day if you're dealing with this again, huh?" She was talking to Juno and he wasn't hearing her, so she sat on his other side and tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't react. "Mista Steel, it's Rita. You remember me, right? Rita's gonna get you outta there, don't you worry, boss."

"Ri-ta." He pronounced it like the sound was something strange and foreign, like he was making a first attempt to say something he'd never tried before. “Rita. Rita. Rita Rita Rita Rita...”

Suddenly, Juno's head snapped to look at her. It was unsettling; someone who was asleep should have been slower to react, but the movement was unnaturally swift. He looked right at Rita, and this time when he spoke, he almost, horribly, sounded like himself. He was smiling. "The net Good of: save the Tower and bring peace to every human in the Galaxy. Outweighs the net evil of: killing every person in this room, one by one, until you reveal yourself."

Rita just took one of his hands and patted the back of it. "Okay boss, that's real nice and all, but I'm sitting right here. You don't gotta lure me out, and besides we're not even there right now and we haven't been for a long time now. If you really wanna get back at me the only thing you can do is fire me, and we both know you’d never actually do that because then where would you be?"

The silence was so much bigger after her chatter; there was a tension in her shoulders that she wasn’t letting show on her face. And then the tension in Juno collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, and Peter heard a beautiful sound. "Rita?" He sounded exhausted, but that was unmistakably and mercifully Juno’s voice. "What am I... doing on the couch?"

Rita's smile was big enough to light up the room - big and genuine and relieved. Peter wondered if she would ever explain what he'd just seen, and somehow he doubted it. "You promised to watch a movie with me and Mista Ransom, boss! And since you're awake now anyway and you always say you're too busy to watch a movie in the middle of the day I just thought we might as well watch something in the middle of the night instead, since all you're ever doing then is sleeping anyway -"

It didn't seem like he was keeping up very well with what Rita was telling him, but the mention of "Ransom" must have caught his attention because he turned around to confirm that Peter was there. Snapped out of whatever trap of his own mind he'd been caught in a moment earlier, Juno just looked tired; Peter reached for his other hand and gave it a squeeze, smiling in a way that he hoped masked his uncertainty. "Might as well watch something until we all fall asleep, hm?"

Peter wasn't sure if Juno was too tired to comprehend what either of them were talking about, or if he was just comfortable enough in their combined presence that it didn't matter that he didn't understand; whatever the reason, instead of answering either of them or asking any more questions he lay his head on Peter's shoulder and was almost asleep already by the time Rita got back with her tablet.

~~~

It was only a voice, robotic and designed to be soothing. The message calmly explained the steps of the security procedure before the event during the elevator ride, and Juno reached for Peter's hand.

His grip was tight and desperate, like a vice, but he wouldn't look over to Peter. He wouldn't explain if he could, wasn't allowed to explain here even if Peter was allowed to ask and they weren't already in their characters for the latest job. Juno wasn't ready to talk about it.

Peter squeezed his hand and took a step closer, disguised behind a subtle shift in his stance. "Just hold onto me, love," he muttered under his breath, hoping Juno could hear. "We'll make it through."

~~~

It was garbage television, what Peter finally settled on while he worked his way through an enormous bowl of ice cream in the preciously rare, quiet evening on the Carte Blanche. He'd probably have joined the festivities planetside if not for the badly-sprained ankle and cracked ribs, and he'd probably have been more upset about the whole thing had Juno not volunteered to stay with him. As it was, he allowed himself to enjoy the evening for exactly what it was - quiet and calm that he usually didn't get, and alone time with Juno with blissfully few expectations for either of them.

Juno had settled him in, placed the bowl and the remote in his hands, and kissed the top of Peter's head before promising that he'd be back in a minute. Peter took advantage of his absence to find something really awful to watch, fully planning to use his injuries as emotional manipulation if Juno started to complain. Remote privileges were rare in their strange little group.

He'd settled on a conspiracy program before Juno got back, a recent special set in Hyperion City - ought to be good for a laugh for Juno, too, who'd probably spend the entire time arguing with the host about everything she didn't know about the city he'd grown up in. Peter had seen the odd article about it circulating the tabloids - New Town, home of experimental brainwashing that no one could prove. As unlikely as it was interesting, far-fetched as it was entertaining.

Juno walked in as the theme started to play, already groaning. "I have no idea why you like this show. It's such a crock of shit and you know it." The criticism was tempered by good-natured laughter.

"Some of us like a good story well-told, Detective, even if it's not quite true." He smiled as he looked above him, where Juno was leaning over the couch... and stopped when he saw his expression. "Juno?"

Juno was staring at the tv, looking for all the world like he'd just seen a ghost. The program opened on a scene of former Mayor O'Flaherty, giving a speech about good to an awed and eagar public, specifically about creating a better home; Juno stared, so still and yet hanging on every word.

"Juno, dear? Are you... alright?"

He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Uh, what exactly are you watching?"

"That 'New Town' conspiracy, the one with the brainwashing." Juno didn't say anything, didn't seem to react in any way Peter could see. "Juno. Tell me what's wrong, please."

Juno rubbed at his eye, first over the patch and then under it, still watching the tv. The footage had changed from the speech to a dramatic shot of New Town's grand opening, played in slow motion with tense, swelling music to make the moment appropriately dramatic. "It's... nothing's wrong." He glanced down at Peter, and cracked an uneasy smile when he saw exactly how much Peter believed that. "Okay, nothing's wrong right now. It's just..."

"Just...?"

"A bad memory. A few bad memories."

Peter wasn't sure if he should ask, wasn't sure if he was allowed. Juno had put so much work into being open; wasn't it his part to respect the boundaries where they were, and to trust that Juno would talk to him when he was ready? They'd invested so much time and effort in building something that wouldn't collapse and hurt them both. So instead of pushing, he asks: "Sit with me?"

And when he does, Juno asks him: "Did I ever tell you how I met Buddy?"

When Juno starts his story, honest and well-told, Peter turns off the television to listen to him.

[cripplingaddictions]

How the Haikyuu guys sleep

Genre: fluff I guess

Warnings: half x reader half general headcanons idk what I was trying to write

A/N: this may crush some dreams, sorry

Karasuno:

Daichi: he snores like a dad I’m sorry, you can’t get a full night’s sleep when he snores in your ear like that. Stiff cuddler - you see the way he lies. He’s like a log

Suga: doesn’t snore but he whispers in his sleep, you have no idea what he’s saying because it’s very soft. He smells nice so his pillow always smells astronomically good. Cradles you like a baby if you have trouble sleeping. Wakes you up with tickles

Asahi: a soft snorer but he does that thing where he breathes in and chokes on his spit and ends up sputtering everywhere 😭 Latches onto your arm and his hair always gets in his way somehow

Tanaka: he grumbles?? like a bear?? Kind of like talking in his sleep but it’s really aggressive for some reason?? His bedsheets haven’t been washed in years

Nishinoya: you can’t even find his bed because it is so covered in clothes and other rubbish. He has to be a sleepwalker, come on. You’ll find him curled up in one of the kitchen cabinets in the morning

Ennoshita: loves setting the atmosphere with scented candles before blowing them out to go to sleep to the nice smell (has definitely forgotten to blow them out and almost started a house fire) Good cuddles, soft, very nice 👍

Kageyama: sleeps with his back turned to you and falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. He just says “goodnight” rolls over and “😑” Wakes up way too early for practise or to go for a run

Hinata: has a smile on his face when he sleeps!! vv cute!! Curls into the tiniest ball too!! vv tiny!! You have to be the big spoon, I don’t make the rules. Probably hugs his pillow or a volleyball

Yamaguchi: bright red if you’re sharing the bed with him 🥺 probably doesn’t sleep for ages because he’s so nervous. I don’t know why but I feel that he needs to have like a hot chocolate or tea before bed

Tsukishima: sleeps with his headphones on and listens to music. Either that or he needs white noise. Sleeps like a pole, the only way you are getting cuddles is if you hug him 💀

Nekoma:

Kuroo: we all know he sleeps on his stomach with his head squished between two pillows. Don’t know how he breathes but ok. Latches you to him with one arm and strokes your hair. Ceo of breakfast in bed the next morning, with his cat/s of course 

Kenma: he doesn’t sleep

Lev: your blanket is his now 🙃 and his legs get in the way, you might even get kicked in the face. Other than that, I feel like he’s a really pretty sleeper. The blankets all are a mess and his limbs are everywhere but his face is really pretty

Yaku: finds it hard to sleep because he’s so stressed because of Lev. Needs warm milk to fall asleep and the conditions need to be just right. Help him meditate a bit and relax him then he’ll give you some nice cuddles

Yamamoto: just like Tanaka he grumbles in his sleep and has really crusty sheets. He doesn’t cuddle you, you’d have to fight his waifu body pillow to earn cuddle rights and establish dominance

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa: fakes snoring softly because he likes you’ll find it cute, it’s annoying. It used to be that overdramatic whistling exhale but now its real. Immaculate cuddler tho, definitely gives you a shirt of his to wear to bed

Iwaizumi: he sweats so much in his sleep... it’s gross. Mucks around with the temperature of the ac way too much because he gets too hot. Then he gets too cold, you get it. Strong arms to cuddle with, only if he used them

Matsukawa: definitely snores, but not as dad-like like Daichi. Is the type to stick one leg out of the covers to keep his body temperature just right. That leg is used to hug yours when you two cuddle

Hanamaki: sleeps naked,, kind of uncomfy if you’re in there as well. Luckily he sleeps fairly still so that he isn’t flinging his stuff all over you if you get what a mean 😬

Kyotani: you’d think he’d be another growler, but he’s dead silent. If you didn’t sleep with your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat you’d think he was dead. Also a pretty sleeper, idky but I think he’s pretty 👉👈

Fukurodani:

Bokuto: it’s canon that this baby sleeps with the biggest smile on his face (like owl father like crow son) Hoots in his sleep!!! Inhales deeply and exhales like “hoooot~”. Biggest cuddle bug, please hold him close to your chest

Akaashi: ceo of pretty sleepers right here. Always reads before bed and sometimes gets lost in the pages that you fall asleep on his lap. That’s when he turns off the lamp. Loves playing with your hair or having you play with his

Konoha: keeps his window open to sleep, he likes the natural breeze. I reckon he’d get a little annoyed if you were a clingy sleeper because he likes his own space

Shiratorizawa:

Ushijima: canon that he sleeps with a volleyball on his bed. Definitely sleeps like a brick wall (to match his personality) but anyways. Thinks that bed is for sleeping, doesn't get why you want to cuddle him

Tendo: sleeps with his eyes open- I’m kidding that’d be terrifying. Sleeps with Pokemon plushies like the cutie he is 🥺 Hugs you with all his might the entire night, the plushies between you, arghhh he’s so cute. Please tell him he’s beautiful before he falls asleep, he’ll be in such a good mood the next day

Semi: sleeping playlists, one for every night of the week. Plays it all night and has his morning one queued up for you to wake up to. Also a very pretty sleeper with the best smelling sheets

Goshiki: restless sleep-talker. Rolls about, snores - when he’s not snoring he’s monologuing whatever is in his dream. Tiny spoon, not little spoon, tiny spoon, hug him

Inarizaki:

Atsumu: menace. Literally argues with Osamu in his sleep, even acts it out. Blanket stealer, but has to dramatically tug it off you to emphasise his argument you’re hearing every word of 🙄 Genuinely doesn’t know that he does it

Osamu: as quiet and brilliant of a sleeper he is, with the softest cuddles, the best part is how he wakes you up. Soft kisses, soft sunlight, and his cooking. Definitely insists that you wear one of his jumpers to bed

Aran: perfect man, soft as a teddy bear. Bit of a snorer though, but is trying to fix it because he thinks it bothers you. Like I said: perfect man. Big strong arms to hold you in

Suna: enjoys cuddles the most I reckon, he finds it comforting. A spinet sleeper also, but his breathing pattern is really nice to fall asleep to. instead of a pretty sleeper, he somehow is a hot sleeper

Kita: because of how much he values the process, his bed is so neat and perfect. The type to flip his pillow to the cold side. Plays a rainy-day podcast, and has ambient lighting. So relaxing to share a bed with, honestly

Date Tech:

Aone: soft boy, teddy bear. Very awkward at first but be patient with him please😇. Large bed for a large boy, plenty of space. But he tends to stay in one place holding you so softly like he could break you

Koganegawa: he’s such an inviting sleeper, I can’t describe it. He looks so cozy and happy that you just want to join him, ya know? Talks in his sleep too, but he says stuff like “can I be your friend?” and “you’re so cool”

Other Teams:

Sakusa: his bed is perfect, clean sheets every single night, especially if you’re sharing with him. Fifty-step skincare routine he does before bed. Let’s say he’s comfortable enough to cuddle you, he cradles the back of your head. Also loves to sleep on your chest and have you rake your nails along his spine 🙈

Terushima: another hot sleeper, great cuddles too. I feel that he parties a lot so he doesn’t sleep until 2 or 3 am when he’s not because he’s ruined his sleep schedule 

Hoshiumi: aggressive cuddler. Will hug you so tight. Sleeps halfway down the bed in a little ball surrounded by pillows. Coos like a bird, but he does that aggressively too