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ohdeerfully · 2 months
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Man, I just need some more sleepy Alastor x reader. Honestly, I don’t know what the plot would be or whatever but I am a literal magnet when it comes to sleepy characters😋😋
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Lazy Morning
Alastor x Reader (fluff)
TW: none!
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You stretched your arms up and out as you woke up, eyes flickering open at the bright red of Hell’s sky filtering through the curtains of your room. You let your eyes close again for a moment, sighing and going limp under your covers again. You had a long night, and just… a few more minutes…
Your consciousness started slipping again, and you felt so comfortable under your fluffy duvet…
Knock, knock knock
Your eyes cracked open and you couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips. You knew exactly who knocked on your door, because he had a particular way of doing so every time. You weren’t upset that he was here, but you were upset that he was rousing you from your comfortable bed.
“Let yourself in,” You called, unintentionally sharp. You tugged the blanket around your face tighter, staring at the door as it opened softly.
Alastor peeked the top half of his body in, looked at you, laughed lightly, and fully entered the room. 
“My dearest,” He said through a gentle grin. His head tilted to the side, as if he was confused to see you laying there. “It’s… rather late in the morning! Don’t waste your eternity lying in bed!”
You simply hummed in response, and you didn’t move an inch. He stepped forwards towards your bed, looming over you. You had trouble seeing his face in the long shadows cast by the violently bright morning beaming through your curtains. But, you could tell there was a disapproving look in his features. He hated unproductivity. 
“Could you close the curtains tighter,” You pleaded, ignoring his earlier comment. You were growing irritated at the light, and shoved your face into the pillow.
Alastor ‘tsked’ and walked towards the curtains. His sharp fingers dug into the fabric… before he sharply pulled them apart, blasting light into your room.
You shouted wordlessly at him, though an intelligible ‘you dick’ was heard in your otherwise mindless yells. Alastor only cackled at you, dramatically wiping a fake tear from his eye—the sound of a laugh track on his cane joined him. He was cut off when a pillow hit him square in the face.
“Fucking close them!” You practically screamed. Your voice cracked, still dripping with sleep. You were squinting in the light to the point your eyes might as well be shut.
Alastor obeyed with a hum, a pleased look in his eyes at his own antics. The room was swamped in darkness. The demon walked towards your bed again, his eyes slightly glowing in the darkness. You watched him as he watched you.
“Now, when do you plan on not being so lazy?” There was a hint of a tease in his voice. “It’s a wonderful day in Hell.”
You slid your arms out from the blanket and reached towards him. He looked at your arms strangely. You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness.
“I’ll get up if you stay with me for a few minutes.”
Alastor thought for a moment before gingerly setting himself down on the bed near you. “I’m not going to babysit you,” He began. “Just b-” You cut him off with a whine. His eyes narrowed at you.
“Get closer,” You demanded, your arms still outstretched. Alastor wasn’t the biggest fan of your childish attitude, but he bit back a comment and scooted a couple inches forward. You lifted yourself up slightly and slid your hands behind his back, tugging him forward.
With anybody else, Alastor would have probably yanked off an arm, or something. His heart held a strangely soft spot for you, though, and he was able to fight off his instincts to let himself get dragged by your hands. He caught himself from falling completely forward, his hands placed flat on either side of your head.
You smiled up at him, a sleepy look still affecting your eyes. He felt his chest squeeze while he looked down at you. It took him a while to get used to the strange, alien emotions you made him feel in the months after he confessed to “feeling a strange way about you”, but he was starting to become more acquainted with them. He clenched his jaw, his smile becoming low and watery as his eyes watched your hand drag a light finger down his cheek.
“You curse me,” His voice was low and intimate, and it lacked the sound of radio frequency. His face inched closer to yours as he spoke. “I feel so weak near you.” He kept the fact that he hated it to himself.
You gave him a lazy, lopsided grin. “I consider myself more like a hex, really.” This made Alastor smile a bit wider. He pressed his face into your neck, and you laughed lightly at the sensation of his hair tickling your skin. He inhaled sharply before sighing, settling his body next to you.
What a change in mood, You thought to yourself as Alastor snaked an arm under your head. You saw a tired look in his eyes, something that he would tend to hide in his day to day. You knew he didn’t sleep much. 
“It’s been a few minutes,” Alastor commented. His voice had a twinge of exhaustion in it, likely brought on by laying down. It was no surprise that sleep would jump on him like a rabid animal since he kept himself awake for seemingly days on end.
“Just a few more,” You pleaded. You pressed your face into his chest, and felt it rumble slightly when he hummed an ‘okay’ in response to your request. You curled your arm around his torso.
You don’t know when you fell asleep, but you know you did when you crack open your eyes and your body feels heavy, still waking up. You lift yourself, but stop when you feel the weight of Alastor’s arm around you. You smile when you look down and see a soft, sleepy smile on his lips and a relaxed look on his features.
You slip yourself from his grip, and his eyes crack open. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, and you watch as he stifles a yawn.
You wordlessly blinks his eyes open and looks at you.
“Ready to get up?” You ask him, leaning over to stare directly down at him.
He closes his eyes in response again and sighs, simultaneously lifting an arm to lightly wrap around your waist.
You watch him for a few seconds, before looking up and around your room. Your eyes settle on your curtains, an ominous glow of light emanating from the edges. A sinister smile peaks your lips, and you weigh the pros and cons.
It was a brief thought, though, because when you looked back down at Alastor all evil intent left your body. This guy never slept, you shouldn’t interrupt this just to get back at him.
Plus, how endearing he looked, so vulnerable underneath you. The Radio Demon, sleeping, guards lowered, trusting you. You leaned down and pressed a careful kiss against his forehead before lying back down. He was quick to swamp you with his arms once again, and you suddenly wondered if it’d be so bad to sleep the day away.
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heartsfortwotpot · 2 months
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Tpot 10.....
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thebigbiwolf · 7 months
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I suffer from debilitating chronic fatigue so today I tried waking up with the sun and going for a walk before checking socials (something about brain waves? Idk). I was up from like 6:30 - 9am no problem, got a ton of school work done, felt great, etc. Sat down for like 2 seconds and ended up taking a 2 hour nap and ruining the whole thing.
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sentimentalkeyboard · 6 months
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A little something something for my darling upon request of @mjtheartist04 😚👀
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Dawn forgot to bleach/re-dye her roots the night before 🙈
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ghostussy · 1 year
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You don't hear the knock at your bedroom door, nor when it opens.
You don't notice when Copia steps inside, or his soft footsteps halting when he finds you.
You're asleep in your bed, cacooned amongst a collection of blankets and stuffed animals. You've taken up the fetal position, and he chuckles at how cozy you look.
You're perfectly cradled by your stuffies, comfortably wrapped up amongst the blankets. Some are held tightly in your arms, a collection of them angled just perfectly so that you always had something to nuzzle your face into, something to hold, something to press into your stomach and something to press into your back.
Soft snores escaped your mouth, muffled by the stuffed animal you had your face pressed into. You never did like to show your face while you slept; you always kept yourself hidden, comfortable. Face pressed expertly so that you could breathe and hide at the same time.
Your blanket was no longer covering your top half; just covering your legs and stomach, the soft fabric bundled up just above your hips.
Copia could see where your shirt had ridden up in sleep; it allowed him a glance at your back, riddled with stretch marks and scars.
He also noticed the scratch marks, and the blood blisters that came with them. Upon closer inspection, he noticed them on your arms as well. His eyes flickering to your nightstand, he could see a bottle of benadryl that looked as though it had been hastily closed, the cap not sealed properly. He knew you must've had hives last night, as you so often did. That would explain why you were sleeping so deeply.
He makes his way into your bedroom, his footsteps soft and quiet as he makes his way to your nightstand. He takes the bottle of benedryl and recaps it, the pills rattling inside as he does so.
Now standing by your bed, he takes the time to look at you again. You're still cradled, your face barely visible behind the stuffie it's pressed into. Your hair is a mess from sleep, and he sees the shadows underneath your eyes.
On the bed next to you, your nintendo switch lays. He realizes the switch is plugged in, but your phone lies nearby, dead. He chuckles, knowing that you had played games until you'd fallen asleep, forgetting to charge your phone. That could explain why you'd not risen that morning.
He takes the switch off the charger, moving it to the dock on your nightstand. Then he plugs your phone in, humming softly as he does so.
He hears a soft breath, followed by a quiet yawn. He looks to you just in time to see your eyelids flutter.
You awaken to a soft warmth, feelings of being sleepy and cozy in your bed. You shift ever-so-slightly, just enough so that there was less pressure on your hip.
You hear a familiar voice say, "Good morning, dormigliona."
"Hi Copia," you whisper. You rub your eyes. "Wha' time is it?"
"Late," he whispers back, and you feel the bed dipping as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. "You slept through breakfast, and morning mass."
"Oh." You frown.
"Your phone was dead," he explains. "So your alarms didn't go off this morning." He sighs. "Did you have hives again?"
"Yeah."
He nods in understanding. "It's okay." He moves your phone from the bed, into your nightstand. Then he looks at you, studying your face and staring into your eyes. Then he chuckles. "You're still sleepy."
You shrug.
He gives you a soft smile before kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket, then proceeds to lie down on the bed. He faces you, tugging at your blanket until it covers you both. Then he brings you into his arms, stuffies pressed comfortably between the two of you.
You look at him questioningly, but allow him to do this. "What-"
"I know that benedryl makes you sleepy and cuddly," he whispers into your ear. "So, we're going to have quality sleepy-cuddle time. Right now."
"Don't you have stuff to do?" You ask, your drowsiness increasing in his hold.
"This is way more fun." He smiles when he feels you yawn, pressing yourself closer to him. He draws a hand along your back, tracing soft circles into your skin. You're unable to do anything but melt into him, the medicine having left you incredibly susceptible to soft touches. "Oh dear, you are tired. Let's get you back to sleep, hmm~?"
. . .
Your bedroom door creaks open some time later.
"I told you he'd be here," whispers Terzo. "I'm telling you, he's got a soft spot for that one."
"We are well aware," Secondo says smugly. He can't help but chuckle at the sight of the two of you in bed, curled up together amongst a pile of stuffies and blankets. It's a rather soft sight, a much needed reprieve for his overworked brother.
He takes out his phone, approaching the bed.
"Please send those to me," Primo requests, watching his brother snap a handful of photos. "They're going straight in the photo album."
"Shit, she's coming! Secondo, come on! If she finds us, she's gonna wake them up!" Terzo's voice is urgent as Sister Imperator's footsteps can be heard coming down the hall. She's been looking all over for the two of you, and she's not happy.
"No, she isn't." Secondo's voice is stern as he pockets his phone. "I will speak to her."
Many rumors traveled through the Ministry about what was said during that conversation, while no one knows for sure. But one thing was for certain; she had let the two of you sleep in peace.
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daily-mao-isara · 1 year
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Day 155 : Collaboration with mochi mochi mascot!
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pastille-pain · 1 year
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MAY-TA KNIGHT DAY 19
Kirby
And yes
This was an excuse for meta dad content
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bug-decal-kissing · 4 months
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ask-the-dweets · 1 year
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What positions do the dweets usually sleep in? Are they usually comfortable sleeping around the campfire?
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Pizza doesn't fall asleep easy and normally has to be with someone else, he often sleeps sitting up since he's often leaning against the other person. He rarely doesn't sleep by the fire.
Fancy's a side sleeper and likes to curl into a ball but will also sleep leaning against the log at the fire sometimes if he's really exhausted. (ie. if he's not passed out on a log someone probably forced him to go rest lol)
Elf kinda just falls asleep wherever, it doesn't matter much. Most of the time he doesn't mean to. If he does actually go to sleep properly he's also normally a side sleeper or rests on his stomach.
The Dwights all recently each got proper blankets and a mattress they can share too!! (only depicted in Elf's art) So they've started using those a lot too!
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roseofcards90 · 9 months
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I just wanna read VN and play game but I’m so eepy so tired from work 😭
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logicalloony · 8 months
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oouuugh thinking about Matt/Tabi AND Maxie/Tabi. I just want good things for my favorite babygirl,,,
I need to draw them or else I'll thrup
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its a quarter til 1am so uhh guess I'll just let the fruity thoughts marinate in my brain
also thinking about Shelly/Tabi, but not in a ship way, but in a way where they are going to maul each other on sight
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theokusgallery · 5 months
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If we Start a fanclub who would be the leader
Sorry anon. No hierarchy here. We're all equally gay
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barbreypilled · 7 months
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trying to hack my sleep schedule so I don’t go to bed insanely early and wake up at 1 am unable to go back to sleep so I’m drinking a tiny wine
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ghostussy · 1 year
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Dad secondo helping a young teen reader with chronic nightmares. Reader running to secondo after they wake up crying.
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Psst... Check out this fic by @copiasjuicebox (Copia in Red on ao3)
"Hey kiddo..." he murmurs, having felt you climb into his bed. "Nightmare again?"
You nod, tears streaming down your face.
He sits up with you, pulling you to lie down. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.
"No." Your voice is hoarse.
"That's okay," he says, rubbing your back gently. "It's alright. Your papa's here. Nothing will harm you here, okay?" His voice is rough with sleep, yet soft enough to comfort you. He leans back, readjusting his position so that he's lying down with you. He pulls you to lie on his chest, humming a soft lullaby.
You let out a quiet whine, turning into one final sob as you begin to calm.
"Hush, little one," he coos. "You must be so tired. Let's get you back to sleep, yes?"
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shiitb4lls · 6 months
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might start writing in first person across all my blogs because wowie i am having a blast !!
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pastille-pain · 11 months
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MAY-TA KNIGHT DAY 22
Uh
Uh
Plushie
Yes
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Bonus eepy doodle
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