#like they're wearing pajamas

[zephyrchama]

Vampire MC part I - with Lucifer heads up - this is pretty suggestive

(intro can be found here)

"How long did you intend to keep me waiting?"

Though the lights were off and the room was dark, you could clearly see Lucifer sitting up in bed. His deep voice was deeper than usual, tinged with grogginess. You wavered by the doorway, unsure if you were still invited in. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard.

"I told you hours ago to come to me if you had any problems. Don't be so distant and get over here."

It lifted your spirits to slide under the blankets next to Lucifer. Already, you felt a little more normal. Everything was tinged with the scent of his usual cologne. His bed had so much space and you were content with just being in the same room, no longer alone, but the sleepy demon soon tugged you into his embrace. He sighed contentedly into your hair, settling his head into the pillows with an arm around you.

With his chest in front of your nose, his scent flooded your mind. Under the cologne there was a muskier, heartier smell that made your mouth go dry. Your breathing slowed, not out of exhaustion but hunger, and with each new breath it got harder and harder to fall asleep.

"Lucifer, are you awake?" you whispered.

"Mm." He emitted a barely audible low rumble but didn't actually seem awake. He never mentioned that sleep evaded him for the entire month you were away. You wondered if you could wait until morning.

Was that wooshing noise the sound of your own blood, or Lucifer's? All of these new senses were so foreign. You lifted your chin to graze your lips under his collarbone. The contact made your fangs ache. He felt warm. If you dragged your teeth over his soft skin, lightly nipping at the surface, could you continue to hold back?

The more you allowed yourself to do, the more you started slipping, lightly tracing your teeth over where you felt a vein could be and pressing the edges of your fangs into him. You wanted more. With a light moan, a grip on your hair began to tighten. Lucifer guided your head properly to his neck and murmured, "quit being a tease."

Starving, you lurched forward and gasped and properly sunk your teeth into the offered skin. Lucifer groaned quietly as you melted into his embrace. The closer you pressed against him, the easier it got to access your snack. He dug the tips of his nails into your scalp. The fresh, warm taste of Lucifer's blood trickling down your throat was more satisfying than any late night treat.

The two of you stayed like that. With a fully content stomach, your eyes grew heavy and you dozed off into your first comfortable sleep since the transformation.

Lucifer would make sure you didn't oversleep. He always emphasized that timing was important. He'd be sure to rouse you in the early hours of the morning, before anyone else was awake. He loomed over your resting form in the dark on his hands and knees, ready to take his compensation.

#lucifer's like “wake up. mc wake up. you have to get up now and wash the sheets. and my pajamas.” #“they're white and they're my favorites. antiques. make sure they don't stain.” #luci acting like hot stuff while he's wearing ebeneezer scrooge pajamas #obey me! swd #obey me #obey me! #omswd #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x you #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me vampire au #vampire au #ask request #obey me x you #obey me fanfic #obey me fic

[hoofpeet]

Also. Ingo is definitely a lot more articulate b/c he's the 'gets frustrated when he's misunderstood and uses really fancy language to make sure people understand him perfectly' type of autism. But since he doesn't have to worry about Emmet not understanding him the second they're alone together he switches into the same super straight-forward speech patterns Emmet uses. & Inversely Emmet stops making a point of smiling because he knows Ingo can tell how he's feeling anyway so when you walk into the room where they've just been hanging out it's like

#you know . #when they're alone they make no effort to distinguish themselves as separate people obvs so #.elesa will walk into the room where they're both wearing grey pajamas or smthn and be like ??? woah uhm. who's. who

[larsbarsart]

Just some silly goobers who've been put into less-than-optimal situations :]

#the pajama design is for the MH UT fic I'm writing #Tim and Frisk hunker down at Toriel's for the night #she cleans their clothes and Frisk borrows jammies from the closet in the room they were given #I forgot to draw it but they're also gonna snatch a plush of Everyman #because I like it and think it's neat #just a teddy bear kinda guy #also Frisk is wearing mismatched socks because there weren't any full pairs in the sock drawer #anyways both of them were fun to draw and so was the funny frew up image #undertale #frisk #undertale frisk #chara #undertale chara

[art-heap]

I want to share posts about the idf stripping palestinian men, blindfolding them and making them sit out in the street in the winter before carting them off in trucks to who knows where

but in the end i felt sharing those photos is too much of an indignity to the palesitnians in question and their families

#like... they're muslim... they dont want their bodies plastered on everyone's screens... astaghfirullah i probably shouldnt even haev looked #also the one where soldiers are going through someone's closet and finding their private underwear and stuff and theyre #calling arab and muslim women derogatory names and just doing a public humiliation of this person's home whoever they are #like im certain i should NOT have even looked at that video astaghfirullah #israel #palestine #islam #islamophobia #i think this is also why they're happy to photograph and record these things and let people spread it on the internet. they know it's a #secondary humiliation. i know we need to spread info and i know im sharing photos of massacres but i try to pick and choose #because these are people and they deserve to be shown in a dignified way even when i share information #this is why they go to sleep fully clothed.. why the women are wearing theyre prayer clothes even if they have nothing but pajamas left #that in an attack if they have to be carried out dead or alive that they're still dressed modestly

[blujayonthewing]

holy mother of god I have got to start dressing weirder

#[clutching my face] I need to figure out HOW!! I have no FASHION SENSE #I think a big part of my problem is figuring out bottoms #sometimes I'll buy a cool thrift store top and discover it doesn't really go with jeans and then I'm like '... now what' agdkfjsks #I also wear like... cargo shorts and cargo joggers but those aren't Fashion Choices (especially the shorts) #I need... colored jeans. or harem pants (or whatever else they're called that's not That :I) or. idk SOMETHING #honestly I feel like... those dickies cargo joggers but in fun colors instead of Olive Drab could be fun?? I really love those pants lol #I DON'T KNOW I spend all day in pajamas cause they're comfy and then when I actually wanna look nice I have no idea what to wear #I love sundresses because they are the idiot's shortcut to looking cute (just put on ONE THING and that's a cute outfit babey!) #but my heart wants pirate shirts and funky vests #and maybe blousy tops with weird pants I dunno #if I knew how to make pants. ... I still wouldn't because I never get around to sewing agdjfldvs but AT LEAST IT WOULD FEEL LIKE AN OPTION #why can't life be like animal crossing where you can try on fifty different outfit combos in five minutes to figure out what you like :') #about me

[c0smiccom3t]

Feeling cute, may draw the Crash Bandicoot characters in animal onesies later (Mainly the crash 4 mcs (Ryonna included). But I could draw Nina Cortex too, honestly.)

#comet's blasted bandicoot buffoonery #yeah i love onesies. #too bad they're only for winter though. like. why not also for summer and every season??? #i need comfiness like that every night. #but yeah also cortex would DEFINITELY wear an onesie. #also i might draw the cast in their pajamas too if i ever got the mood. idk. #slumber party @ N. Sanity Island anyone?

[mimikyufriend]

this show is ASS I can't take it anymore, people saying mystery inc is good are a psyop

#seasonal speak #maybe s2 is better but your first season shouldn't feel like a gauntlet to get through #mysteries and monster designs are largely uninteresting virtually no good character moments #and it falls into many of the same harmful pitfalls of other iterations wrt appropriation #all velma and daphne talk abt are the boys everyone's characterization is so shallow how and why should I care abt their drama #also there was a scene where daphne wears lingerie as pajamas??? they're in high school in this iteration

[miss-celestial-being]

roblox is filled with 8 year olds that don't understand what ugly means but at the same time don't understand what pretty/hot means... i honestly don't know why i even play it anymore

#fashion famous fucking sucks #like no ones knows what actually looks good #the category was 'hot summer day' and these bitches had gowns and fairy wings like wtf #then the category was ugly contest and someone said 'i hope im the ugliest' then they had 'cute' makeup and a skirt that matched the top- #her character was wearing #and i was over here dressed in train pajamas fucked up bright red hair green skin weird glasses and wiggly arms #AND I FUCKING LOST #LAST FUCKING PLACE #im fucking done with these 6 year olds #istg they've either never been outside or on the internet or they're all under 8 #or they're all friends and they're just fucking with me idfk #im done with them #boredbeestalk

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Me, in a snowstorm with a temperature of -9 but feels like -35, wind so strong and cold that it was taking the air out of my lungs, and very UNCLEAR roads: No yeah I can make it to work

Me when I fishtail through an intersection: Yeah no I can't make it to work

#the weather outside is FRIGHTFUL #and my space heater is doing its best but its certainly not delightful #since i have no place to go (unless i want to crash) #i guess ill just let it snow? #i did not sleep well last night :( #my space heater and radiators are doing their best but theres nothing that can truly warm this place in the winter #i have gorgeous windows. HUGE windows in my living room that let in so much light #but they also let in so. much. cold #i did not go to bed dressed for the cold. so sleeping wasnt ideal #when i got ready for work i did it all wrapped in a blanket like a child #and when i got home from trying to go to work i actually got dressed properly for cold #socks. fuzzy pajama pants. hoodie #you know its bad when im wearing socks. i hate socks. theyre sensory hell #but my friend gave me cute Christmas socks so now they're part of my apocalypse outfit #im supposed to drive to see my family today but theyre four hours away and the weather is probs worse there #and my van doesn't have traction control #idk if i want to risk it. i guess ill see if it clears up by this afternoon #wish me luck and good weather #it is so. fucking. cold here in my bed. im under two blankets. im suffering

[leatherbookmark]

its really bizarre how the k/pop fandom (i mean, any fandom but this one is particularly insane) can turn the tiniest thing into something it’s not. one mr yoongi has joked that he thought their song ‘blood sweat and tears’ wouldn’t be popular/would weird people out because the title’s all bodily fluids, and ppl basically spun it into him hating it or being uncomfortable with it (despite him being part of the songwriting team and starting his rap verse from these exact words). the other day i watched a yt short about viral fancams and one of them was his fancam from one of the bs&t performances, apparently famous because the pajama-like outfit he wore on stage made his dick look rather large. the comments were LAMENTING the poor man, cursing the horrible sexualizing* fans, connecting this w/ the bodily fluids joke and theorising that “this must be a part of why he hates the song...”. whew. man was 23 back then, i think he was fine

* i'm enamoured by the idea, considering, uh, everything

#i'm sorry to break it to all 14 year olds but that's what fans do. they notice idols' dicks looking particularly Out There. #they comment 'don't look down don't look down don't look do-- ahh challenge failed' #this performance is more weird than sexy though because they're all wearing pajamas. the pajamas were a part of the album photoshoot #but they. are still pajamas. i doubt you can fully show off fluid+sexy choreography dressed like this. i prefer the fancier outfits with #narrower pants. 161027 even has everyone in Tight pants! #shrimp thoughts

[mothghhost]

my roommates keep telling me im very creepy at night like horror movie creepy and if im going to build any reputation in this house I guess actively haunting it is a good one to have

#how to haunt a house: be naturally very quiet walking around #don't turn all of the lights on at night #move slowly at a chill pace #appear randomly in common spaces at 2am #that's how you do it it even works during the daytime #they're like you're creepy!! but i am literally just existing #for reference i am 5'2" and wear colourful things and am very chill i am not an intimidating person everyone tries to talk to me at the bus #you take out the recycling one time at 2am in a weird pajama outfit and everyone is like what a strange guy #moth meanderings

[can-of-pringles]

Sir those are my emotional support Hot Topic black high waisted with white stitching baggy carpenter pants

#i wear those with practically everythinggg #it's the tism #they're like my most comfortable non pajamas pants

[kirakirabug]

The new Rainbow High dolls are definitely a downgrade to the original but I still think they're cute... I probably won't get that many though.

#kirakirabug talks #i want swim Violet. mainline Ruby and Sunny maybe... or her swim doll instead but we haven't seen it yet so idk #i like the fashion packs. especially the pajamas they're my fave i want it so bad. Ruby looked saur cute in them too #and i consider myself a Ruby hater but I've seen the light she's cute when she's not wearing her ugly ass outfits

[bitchimasnake-sss]

Imagine telling op guys who has a crush on you, that you want to sleep with them. You just plop down next to them cuddle into them and fall asleep. It's just hem turning red and trying to calm down their thoughts

hehe, this is legit so cute. (tweaked the prompt to be a little more suggestive than just thoughts in the end.)

not a dream ft. the monster trio!

set-up: as anon asked! you happened to utter five simple words, "can i sleep with you?" to the op boys (who have a crush crush on you). now these idiots are contemplating if they'd make it out alive.

warnings: includes nsfw thoughts!! no actual things happen but the guys are thinking very very perverted shit, so, if not comfortable please skip!!!

luffy:

💗 you know luffy. do you think luffy— the guy who clings to everyone, doesn't know the word "personal" and "space", who will probably hug you even if you threatened to punch him— will really mind if you told him you wanted to sleep with him? fuck no. even if you stood in front of him with a "i like you, i wanna sleep with you" in a suggestive way, he would say something along the lines of "awh, i like you too. let's sleep."

💗 but well, this was different. cause he liked you. so when you decided to show up at his door after dinner with a cranky look, he was both confused and intrigued. "what's wrong with ya?" the captain mumbled as you sat next to him on the bed. "chopper and ussop. ugghhh." you groaned, "they're doing some stupid shit next door and making so much noise. there is no possible way i can sleep there. and im sure nobody else will let me crash with them tonight in their room." luffy would have probably leapt up and gone to join the other two fools had you not sprawled out next to him. you gave him a tired smile, "so, can i sleep with you?" 💗you hadn't even waited for an answer. mindlessly, you draped a hand over his torso and snuggled into his chest. he pulled you towards himself on instinct. this was normal. yeah. hugging a crewate. yeah. totally normal. atleast for him. then why was his heart beating so fast? mouth going dry? why was sweat clinging uncomfortably to his back although he knew the night air was frigid? 💗you shifted and your chest brushed against his. luffy swallowed wantonly as you shifted again. and then one more time. trying to find the most comfortable position, he guessed. mechanically, you pushed yourself further against him. and this motherfucker went as stiff as a washboard. "luffy?" you mumbled against his skin before tracing your eyes upward. from this position, your doe-eyes bore into his, "you don't mind right? it's just really cold, sorry." how could he mind? your soft body was against his. your fingers drummed faint melodies against his back and your hair smelled like some floral scented shampoo. every time you breathed out, the warm air caressed him and goosebumps painted his hands. he felt your peaked chest brush against his again and he almost swallowed his own tongue. "luffy?" you asked again, your voice saccharine. and he vaguely wondered how would the same voice sound if he tore open that flimsy top your were wearing and held your soft skin against his palm. or if he took the courage enough to dip his fingers below the waistband of your pajamas and felt you up. would you say his name like that? 💗 well, fuck. this was the captain had thought so much in his entire life. and they were thoughts about feeling up his crewmate's tits. and, as a result of such vigorous thinking, a problem had arose in his pants. he tried to think it away. tried thinking about sea-kings or hideous devil-fruit users. of alvida. or anyone else. he even tried to think of food so that his attention could be diverted. but even the most tastiest of sanji's pudding couldn't take away the throbbing in his cock. and the delicious feeling of your soft skin next to his. as a last resort, he prayed that you wouldn't shift more and feel his dick against you. he prayed you would take his silence as rejection and simply drift off to sleep. but ofcourse, this is a godless land. because you moved again. and when you felt his hard-on against your thigh, you looked up at him. lips caught between your teeth, blinking up at him almost innocently, you asked, "got a problem, captain?" before he could answer, you pressed forward, "i think i can fix it." on the other side of the ship nami burst into chopper and ussop's room. when she yelled, it probably could be heard over the entire ship, "LET US SLEEP, YOU MORONS. WE HAVE A LONG DAY TOMORROW. GO SLEEP OR I'LL FINE YOU BOTH A MILLION BERRIES PER MINUTE THAT YOU'RE UP." you're not sure if it was chopper or ussop crying in the distance. but oh well, you have a captain to please 🤭

zoro:

💚zoro's not even fucking sure how he ended up like this. he's sure it involved some higher-than-tolerable level of alcohol for both the parties involved. and he's sure it must have been your idea that he had drunkenly complied with. "let's sleep together" "okay" what was he thinking? because right now, you were sprawled against his chest. both of you were on his bed. his shirt was off, yours was barely on. a bit of drool peaked out from the corner of your lips. and he found himself quietly rubbing it away with the pad of his thumb, smiling softly to himself. ew?! was he still drunk?? as the realization set in, he pulled his hands back in wicked horror and looked around as if someone had seen him. it was still night, and in the middle of the night, the effects of the cheap booze must have wore off of him and he awoke to you as his bed. 💚"hey." he tried to shake you awake but you just groaned, sinking further into him. he hissed when you buried your face against his bare skin. he whisper-shouted, ignoring the goosebumps on both of your skins, "wake up. go back to your own room, woman." but you didn't shift an inch. instead, you stayed buried against him. he groaned but when his eyes fell back to your face, he couldn't help but fight off the impending blush that crawled up his face. your hair was a mess and your cheek was squished against his chest. you breathed softly and sometimes, your fingers twitched against his skin and you touched him fleetingly. and you were warm. too warm for his liking. he tried to look away but his hand carefully came up to your face. staying there not a moment too long, he dragged it downwards. over your shoulders and over your back. he stopped before he went too far and grabbed your ass, the curve so delicious in his eyes. but he stopped, pulling his hands back to lay on the linen sheets. he was a horny man, not an evil douche. 💚but you must have been hell-bent in proving flaws in his moral-code, because you shifted and your pelvis shifted over his. he bit back a grunt at the movement over the fabric. you were so cozy against him. the way you brushed up against him, the way your hair tickled him. would you like it if he pulled your hair? would you moan? god, what would you sound if you moaned out his name? he was a bad man. thinking all of those things. and he tried to focus on anything but the blood-rush to his dick, really, but the way you started moving against him, almost mechanically. god. that made all attempts to ignore his boner disappear. his hips moved upwards and he closed his eyes, giving into the friction of you against him. soft moans fell from his lips, hips still moving upwards to graze your clothed thighs. 💚"zoro?" you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eye. you strained your neck up and he looked down at you, dazed. "you okay, zo?" when he found himself unable to talk and you found a harsh roll of hips under you, you connected the dots. a playful smile tugged on your lips, "need some help?" "no." the swordsman swallowed thickly. "fine." you shrugged, clamoring off him. your hips swayed as you made a futile attempt to find your discarded shorts somewhere in the room. you gave him a lingering look, "i should go back to my room. the crew will freak out if they find us like this." "no." he caught your wrist, tugging you towards him, "stay. i could use some help." 💚in the morning, sanji walked into the swordman's room to see if the moron could find you somewhere since you were nowhere to be found on the ship. what he found, instead, was you and the mosshead tangled in his sheets. when you and zoro had finally made it to the breakfast table, sanji may/may not have been crying. luffy, ussop and chopper were laughing in the background. nami decided it was a good enough reason to even high-five zoro. it was an awkward breakfast.

sanji:

💙sanji was probably in heaven. yes, that's the only explanation. sure, the ship was en route to alabasta but he was on his way to heaven. because there's no way you had come seeking him out in the middle of the night. you had said, "i can't sleep." "oh?" the cook had wordlessly stepped aside and you took on the opportunity to slip in. he shut the door behind you, "can i help you then, love? want me to cook something?" "i would have really not bothered you but i don't know who else to ask. nami and vivi are sleeping together and the bed's not big for the three of us." you rambled, "and zoro probably showered five months ago. and luffy, ussop and chopper are passed out in the common room. so... can i sleep with you?" it's a miracle he didn't pass out on hearing those words. it's an even bigger miracle that that was three hours ago and he had still not passed out. now, sanji lay next to you— as stiff as a corpse— while you snored. your body shifted and your hands reached out towards sanji. your palm ran up and down his torso as to check if he was there. and once you had gotten a confirmation, you scooted in his direction and sanji held his breath as if one wayward puff of air will wake you up. 💙vinsmoke sanji was trying. he was trying o maintain his composure, to not pull you into his chest. he was trying not to think about the way your chest will feel against his, the way his fingers will glide over your thighs, the way your hand will fit around his dic— and it was as if you could hear his wretched thoughts. because your hands moved over his torso. gliding up and down. you leaned into his touch, molding your body against his. you might have been having an interesting dream cause he saw your hips gently rocking, your thighs pressed harder and you eyes clenched shut. you buried your head into his chest and the smell of your shampoo seemed to turn him on more. he ignored his weeping dick, decided to pay it no mind. but all of that resolve crumbled when he heard you moan his name into the fabric across his chest. your nails dug into his shoulders and your nose buried as deeply as it could against his skin. 💙 he gently guided his fingers to your thighs. and you shook under his soft touches. his thumb softly brushed over your clothed pussy and bucked towards his hand. he could probably just feel you up and you'd let him— "—shit." sanji quickly brought his hand back, realizing that you were sleeping and out of it. even if your lips chanted his name, he couldn't do the things his mind was convincing him to do. because if he started, he wouldn't stop. 💙so, to get himself rid of such sinful thoughts, he decided to hide in the shower and pump at his hard cock till he was tired. till you crawled out of his head. till your voice stopped ringing in his ears, making his cock impossibly harder. he slowly pushed you away, trying to climb off the bed. but as soon as you felt his warmth disappear, you cracked open an eye, "sanji?" "uh" his face went red, eyes averting, "just going to the washroom. i'd be back." you sat up, "did i go too far?" sanji's mouth hung agape as you pulled him back into bed, "i thought you wanted me to moan your name like that—" "—wh-what?" "i had a dream." you innocently traced your index nail down his torso and brushed it over his sleeping shorts, "think you can help me?" you blinked up at him, "pretty please." 💙 the next morning, the cook of the crew made the worst breakfast possible. wasn't his fault. all he could think about was you and your breathless moans and your eyes as— "this tastes like shit." the swordman argued. "thEN MAKE IT YOURSELF, FREELOADER." "might as well if you're gonna cook so bad." "—i think it tastes fine." nami sighed, "if i knew you getting some would make you a terrible cook, i would have let (yn) sleep with me and vivi." and the entire ship choked on their (terrible) breakfast.

a/n: i tweaked the prompt a bit (as i was getting stuck with the original ask), but i hope this was good enough anon!! as always, thanks for reading and send in req that you might have <3 (tagging: @bokutosbiceps cause i know you love luffy)

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[atskiruma]

his reaction to your pajamas

expl: they pay your house a visit and see you in your pajamas, flustered by the exposed skin when they're so used to seeing you in your regular outfit

a/n: back

second person writing no pronouns used

Diluc didn't often pay your home a visit because he never had a reason to do so. You were always on time to the tavern, so today, when you had shown up late he decided he'd pay a visit just to make sure you were alright!

It wasn't often that he took this trip to the other side of the city of Mondstat. He only really saw these parts when he was doing his justice as the "Darknight Hero," but he knew you lived here when he had to drop you off after a couple too many drinks. Which was a shame because you also never remembered when you practically clung to him the whole way while flirting.

He took a couple steps towards your door and knocked 3 times. Standing in silence for a bit before hearing the sounds of some clattering objects in the house. Along with the sound of your voice cursing when something fell with it.

The door swung open and you appeared before it, disheveled, and looking like you just woke up. Your expression immediately turning flustered when you realized your boss was at your front door, and you were dressed in your pajamas.

Diluc's eyes flew to your appearance, especially the fact that the clothes you were wearing were very uneven, along with a lot of skin being shown. You seemed to notice his glance going down further and further, before raking back up to your eyes. Lifting the bottoms that were slowly falling down your hips, you sheepishly smiled before speaking,

"Diluc! Can I ask why you-" This was when your face dropped in immediate realization. Unfortunately, your brain chose at that moment to catch up with everything surrounding you. It was the afternoon, you just woke up, and it was Sunday. Wait? It's Sunday.

You jumped nearly 50 feet, scattering to explain with your hands in the air. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! I was out really late last night and I- God I'm so sorry! I will be down there in 5 minutes trust me I promise!"

Rushing back into your house, slamming the door and the sound of more clattering objects and your cursing reached Diluc's ears. He finally allowed his face to dust a shade of pink, pulling his hand over to his mouth and rubbing it in an embarrassing matter.

Xiao was the "Conquerer of Demons" he was vicious, strong, and scary. Xiao was the "Conquerer of Demons" but here he was, doing an errand. Ridiculous, an errand? All he was trying to do was make his way up to the top of the Wangshu Inn when Verr Goldet practically cornered him and asked him for a favor.

And how can Xiao say no? She gave him a place of safety and he would do anything to repay her for the kindness she's shown. Verr had asked him if he could deliver a package to a room closer to the top floor. He knew it was your room just by the number, often walking by and waiting a few seconds to hear any noises in there.

Xiao knocked on your door, silently hoping you wouldn't take your time getting to the door and this could end quickly. He waited a couple more seconds before hearing the sounds of you walking towards the door. The door opened slower than he thought it would and you came out looking like you had just woken up the minute he knocked.

Your pajamas were hanging loosely off you and Xiao's eyes wasted no time looking down at all the exposed skin that was showing. Your eyes squinted so much that you couldn't see the way his face lit up like a firework at the sight of you.

"Xiao? What're you doing here?" The voice you spoke with sounded groggy. Still unaware of The Conquerer of Demons losing it at your appearance. He said no word and quickly handed over the package, nearly making you lose your balance before disappearing away.

Scaramouche was not an observer, he didn't care what people were doing or what they looked like. All he was focused on was doing his own thing. Which was why it confused him to no end why Kusanali was managing to keep his attention right now.

At least, to Scaramouche. it was confusing, but the Dendro Archon knew what she needed to say in order to keep the wanderer's attention. Your name alone kept him focused on her words and she continued to manage to add you to the problem in order for him to find the solution.

"And that's why I think if we manage to get-"

The sound of a door slamming alerted both Kusanali and Scaramouche, along with the Traveler and Paimon across the room. Your flustered appearance entered the room, clearly out of breath from running all the way up here. Why did they put so many stairs leading up to the Sanctuary?

"Nahida. I am. So sorry. That I missed-" The sounds of your out-of-breath panting were in between every word you spoke, which eventually just led you to put your hands on your knees to catch it. You ran all the way up here as soon as you woke up, seeing the sunshine high in the sky and knowing you forgot to meet up with Nahida about the plan she had. Which led you to rush out in your pajamas, earning a few strange looks from passers-by on your way up.

"I had totally overslept and forgot about the plan..." Your words trailed off when you finally looked up and saw Scaramouche gleaming a bright red at your outfit. His eyes were anywhere but your own, examining your body like he was trying to engrave the image in front of him.

"Scaramouche? Are you okay?" Your voice finally reached his ears as he recollected himself from the shock, shooting his eyes back up to your own. The emotions that ran through were clear, confusion, embarrassment, and then finally anger. He shot up from his seat startling both Paimon and the Traveler, Nahida remaining unfazed.

"This is stupid! I'm out of here!" His voice trailed off as he stomped away from the scene. Knowing that when he was out of shot, another glance at your back would send him red-faced again.

Cyno found himself once again back in the desert visiting the Traveler and their flying white-haired companion in order to help with another quest. Back in the village of Aaru Village, the 3 traveled around asking about something the quest giver was looking for.

"And I told her there was no way I was falling for- Hey look, it's Candace!" Paimon exclaimed, pointing in the direction where the indigo-haired woman was walking. They managed to catch up with her after Paimon's screeching caught her attention.

She told them that she was going back to the main building where they had first gathered when the Traveler visited, saying she was finished running her errands and was returning back. Cyno nodded in silence while he let Paimon do most of the talking, letting his mind wander what you were up to right now.

The 3 entered the building and quickly helped Candace settle her bags onto the table. Paimon was just to go back to squeaking before Cadance quickly threw a finger over her mouth and pointed towards the couch in the corner.

There you slept, half off the couch with your pajamas nearly falling off your shoulder and hips. Cyno knew you were in the room since he entered, and didn't let his eyes leave your figure in the corner once. His face was blank, but anyone who knew him closer than others would know he was flustered by all means. Which meant Cadance's smile didn't leave her face either when she watched him move his eyes across your whole body.

"Cyno! Cyno!" Paimons voice returned to his consciousness and he quickly looked over at her, not before shooting an extra glance toward you again.

"We're leaving now? Are you gonna come with us?" She said, floating around in an impatient manner. He shook his head and spoke, "No, I have other matters I need to catch up with here as well. You can go on ahead."

The Traveler nodded before Paimon could complain and walked off back to where the original quester was waiting. Cyno turned back to you before realizing Cadance had left the room too.

You later woke up with the General Mahamatra's sleeping form in the chair near you, and a blanket covering your whole body.

alhaitham visited and cyno nearly broke his skull in when he saw his eyes shoot to your body

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currently doing one of my most hated chores which is laundry and it got me thinking.

It's bloody laundry day again. You've got no extra clothes to really wear apart from a loose, grey, too thin pajama shirt and the shorts it came with.

Tragic, but not the end of the world. No one goes to wash their clothes looking like they're right off the runway. And it's also far too early for the laundromat to be packed.

You'll survive.

Slamming your trunk closed, you straighten and wipe the sweat that's beaded on your forehead. Damn muggy air. Even at this hour, the weather chooses violence.

Pulling the door open, you step inside and hiss out a breath through your teeth. In here it's not any better. And there's only one big fan on, out of the many that are in here.

God you hate laundry day.

At least it looks empty.

Tucking your hair away in a makeshift, sloppy bun, you drag your dirty clothes basket to a washer and throw them in.

Next is your detergent and when you pick up the fabric softener, it's almost empty.

God fucking damnit.

And the person that sells stuff isn't in behind the desk.

Slamming the lid closed, you kick your hamper into against the washer and walk toward the cursed fan that probably only circulates the hot ass air in here. But with the way your pathetic shirt is turning damp and sheer from the sweat, and short strands of hair that are starting to glue themselves to the back of your neck, worse is nothing.

And then you're standing in the corner of the laundromat, getting hot air weakly blown into your flushed face. "Goddamn it's hot. Useless fucking fan is just here for decor, i think."

"Ah think so too."

You choke back a scream and spin on the balls of your feet to the deep, accented voice behind you.

A muscular pretty boy with hair the color of damp soil and blue eyes that sparkle brightly, even under the dim light of the place sits with his back to a washer that's currently going.

Devastatingly handsome. And you've been throwing a hissy fit for the past half hour, only to appear in front of him resembling a drowned rat.

Flatlining right now would be great.

"Damned hot in here, alrigh'. Isnae tha' so, Simon?"

Who? Oh no.

How you missed that behemoth is beyond you, but he rises from the ground like a slumbering giant. Ash brown choppy hair and dark, sharp eyes with the rest of his face covered by a black cloth mask. 6'4 at least, and built like bloody fridge.

Someone kill you now.

"Johnny."

His piercing eyes cut to you before flicking back to the man on the floor.

"Get the detergent."

"Aye." Scottish, it sounds like.

You briskly walk away from them two, face burning with embarrassment, back to the washer you're using.

Today of all days, you come across these two. You could cry, honestly.

They're there for as long as you are, and you've long since gotten past your self-consciousness. If you have to melt in this stifling heat for one more second, you just might scream.

You grab your clothes from the dryer with haste, haphazardly throwing them in your basket and with a quick, 'Have a good day!', you're out the door.

As you're about to get in your car, the scot comes bustling out the front door of the laundromat.

"Lass! Ah think these're yers."

What he holds in his hands has tears springing into your eyes.

Undergarments. Why the hell is he-

You can see the tall brit leaning on a machine, with his arms crossed and he's looking right at you.

The walk of shame to the pretty one is almost unbearable. Your trembling hand reaches for your garment. "Thank you."

He chuckles under his breath. "Anytime. See ye around."

How mortifying.

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