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aka-indulgence · 1 year

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Too Spooked to Sleep

Just like the title, sometimes I can’t sleep bc my brain is busy being mean and making me think about stuff that scares me fhjdfk and so… camping with ht!sans and while (reader) is having the same issue, he comes to the rescue :>

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Your eyes are wide open, staring at the top of the tent. You can’t sleep. Of course it’s to be expected, you’re sleeping outdoors, you just had a day full of adventures and shenanigans with your friends, you’re in the tent with Sans and of course you’d like to talk with him longer but… Sans is asleep. When you look over, his chest rising and lowering softly… he must’ve been asleep for a while.

You look at your phone. 2AM.

At this rate I’m going to stay up until sunrise.

You were tired. You should be asleep by now. It’s not like you’re feeling sleepless. It’s just-

CRACK!

You flinch, biting your lips.

Lo and behold, there’s noises out in the wilderness. You know you’re safe, this is a pretty popular camping spot. There are rangers… uh… out there somewhere. People have come here for years, and there’s been no incidents reported. You’re not the only ones camping here, you’ve got Sans and your friends, and there are other people on a site not far from here. Families, too. For camping sites, this is one of the safest.

… And yet…

Everytime you’re about to fall asleep, you hear a crack. Or a hoot of an owl. Or some… other weird noise that kind of sounds like a creaking metal gate. That was the worst noise. Sometimes it’d sound real close to the tent.

The brain was a wonderful, creative beast. And right now, it was real creative when it came to scaring you. First it was the usual, thoughts of bears or confused deers came to mind… and then the weird stuff, like some sort of creature that wasn’t human or monster shambling through the trees… maybe a killer? Looking for someone who’s still awake and if you look at them they’ll kill you?

Every shadow playing over the tent caught your attention. The image of a man-shaped shadow on it comes to mind, with weird eyes and a thousand-yard stare, right into your soul… walking and then.. stopping… making that crunching noises…

A screech, somewhere in the forest. You almost screeched, tugging on your sleeping bag and remembering it’s not a blanket. You sit up, eyes darting around for the culprit. The horror creature. Whatever.

It’s not real!

You take a breath, then take another peek at your phone. 2:30, this time. You do your best to hold back a groan.

Fuck, you’re so tired. Your muscles are aching, your eyelids are drooping, you’ve got a sleepy headache, you’re sweating- urgh, you’re just so uncomfortable.

You sigh with defeat, going back to lay down and-

“what’re you doing.”

You’re not proud of it. Looking behind and seeing a single red eye staring a few inches from your face made you yelp the most embarrassing yelp you think you’ve ever heard and your heart practically was fighting to escape you.

“Shit, sorry,” you exhale, running your hands through your hair, wondering if you woke up the whole site with your yelp.

Sans stares at you with wide eyesockets, startled.

“s… sorry for scaring you…”

His apologetic tone eases you right up and you look at him. “No no, you didn’t scare me, I scared myself.”

His red eye was quite frightening while your mind was racing with all pictures reminiscing horror game stuff, but you had to make sure that Sans knew you weren’t scared of him.

“why.. are you still up?” Sans tries again, and you sigh, pursing your lips.

“It’s… stupid,” you try to hide under the covers, “I’m just… spooked. I’m too scared to sleep right now. I keep imagining some kinda.. axe murderer walking around the site.”

Sans… actually scoffs, a chuckle bubbling up that you can’t help but find attractive, his sockets crinkling.

“s… sorry, i’m not laughing at you. just… remembering stuff,” he says knowingly, ruefully looking off somewhere, remembering memories he hasn’t told you about. “it’s not stupid. you told me… it’s… ok to be scared, right?”

That makes you smile. You remember the nights where he’s curled up in bed and shaking while you comfort him.

“Yeah… you’re right.”

“i… i know how it feels. being stuck outside… not knowing what the sounds outside mean. there was… a monster, lurking in snowdin forest… underground. lost... its mind. when you heard something there, it was a sign for you to leave.”

You nodded solemnly. Of course… Sans literally lived in a serious survival situation for so long. He’d understand.

Sans’ grin takes on something more playful. “if… there were any… crazy axe murderers walking around though? i’m here. if they try anything… they won’t be expecting a skeleton monster out of everything. i can axe-murder them right back.”

You… accidentally spit in his face, your lips pursed from being all serious and suddenly spewing when a giggle surprises you. You offer him a quick apology (he doesn’t seem to care, really), and tell him “oh my god, ok… I guess you’re my… axe-murderer in shining armor?”

“yes.”

His eyelight glows a softer red, almost pink, watching you giggle silly in your sleeping bag.

“Ah… thanks Sans. that… really made me feel better.”

“of course.”

You stare each other for a little while, just enjoying each other’s company, when Sans offers something you couldn’t ignore.

“... do you want to cuddle?”

“Oh, yes please,”

#fluff #i just. m #camping with ht sans #sounds comfy #sans x reader #ht!sans x reader #aka writing #papyrus is there too hes with the other humans :>#thought it was cute so here it is… in text form :D #you went to sleep real well after that #gender neutral reader

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lovejosephquinn · 8 months

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I vote you drop part 3 tonight x

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Plot: You become a little irritated arriving to your appointment to find out that your long term therapist has had to go on emergency maternity leave and somebody else has had to step in. When that certain somebody calls your name from the waiting room, your whole demeanour and mood changes drastically. It certainly was the pleasant surprise you were not expecting. Will professionalism hinder the inevitable, or will your feelings get the better of you?

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Part One ✨ Part Two ✨ Part Three ✨ Part Four

He was all you could think about, it stressed you out how much you wanted him, needed him all for yourself. At least you could admit to yourself that everything was out in the open, you had both shown the curiosity that was unspoken in confession to each other. You couldn't deter the feel of Joe's lips away from your brain, every time you tried to stop your mind would do it's own little flashback of hours before in the room, you both sat almost on each other's laps with your mouths locked together, shortly before you were interrupted by the woman at the door.

It was 2am. You hadn't yet got a wink of sleep, last hearing from Joe around midnight when you finally decided that it was time to settle down into bed. You tossed and turned imagining the meeting you would both be entering into tomorrow, would it be awkward? Would he have changed his mind on the situation completely, attempting to convince you that what you were both doing and getting up to mentally and physically was wrong. You could argue from different perspectives that it wasn't entirely inappropriate, you were both fully grown consenting adults after all; though his job would suggest otherwise.

You saw every hour, spending each minute contemplating whether you should turn up, end it or dive straight into his arms, you knew exactly which option you were going to choose and you knew quite rightly which Joe would want you to choose. There was no escaping the fact you both felt something for one another, which in turn made every bone in your body shudder, he really had you under a spell which you couldn't quite understand how to get out of, it was his ability to make you smile, laugh, the way you couldn't take your eyes off him with every move that he made. You were in a dangerous territory wanting nothing more than to at least sleep with your therapist if nothing else.

Lost in your thoughts, you plumped up your pillows and closed your eyes finally, distracted seconds later from your phone vibrating across your bedside table, you slumped upwards to scowl at the brightness that lit up from the device, an incoming call. Joe.

You pressed the green phone button immediately, placing it to your ear. "Hello?" You said in a dazed and confused tone.

"Y/N?" Joe whispered, in a sharp breathless tone.

"Yeah, everything ok?" You asked.

"I can't stop thinking about you." Joe's breathing was almost taking over the tone of his voice, which was deeper and raspier than normal, you could just imagine him laid in bed, eyes closed himself right now with those words escaping his lips.

"Funny, neither can I." You agreed. "What're you calling me for at this hour?"

"I needed to hear your voice and-" a slight whimper erupted through your ear, your eyes shooting wide open as you turned on your back.

"What are you up to Joseph?" You chuckled.

"What would you say if I was gently stroking my cock to the thought of seeing you tomorrow?" That was one way to put it out there. You were completely gobsmacked yet almost instantly turned on by the thought of Joe touching himself over you. You of all people.

"I like the sound of that." You bit down on your lip, a sudden sensitivity building up into your core which made your cunt twitch around nothing.

"Good because I can't wait to get my hands on you. I'm just so- so fucking horny for you right now, I don't think I can get any harder than I am now." Joe was groaning from the pit of his throat, you could hear the faint sound of a squelch coming from a distance, making your breathing unsteady.

"What do you want to do to me?" You knew he liked that question, the roughness of his own breathing intensified as he made a small huff from his nostrils, clearly tensing his muscles.

"What don't I want to do to you? I want to taste you, make you cum endlessly, feel every part of your insides, fuck you so no man will ever want to again, because I'll make you mine- I'll make you all mine. I just know your pussy is so tight, so ready for me. I bet you're all wet right now and I could just lap every part of it up, swallow your juices, not stop until you're screaming."

You couldn't contain the way your thighs pushed together, your entrance tightening to the thought of Joe pleasuring you in several different ways. The movements through the phone got faster and the delicious moans were so prominent and beautiful, your brain was sent into a predominant shockwave of fits and even on your own you didn't know quite where to place yourself. You knew you were saving yourself for tomorrow, but you wanted to at least get Joe to his release before ending this phone call. You could almost envision each time he got to the sensitive part of his cock, you could almost feel the way he squirmed against his mattress when it felt to good.

"Shit, you're so beautiful, I want to fuck you so hard." He was panting, almost crying out your name excessively, quite clearly keeping his eyes screwed shut to imagine you easier, he kept spitting onto his hand. "I wish you were here to do this for me."

"I will be." You said soothingly as you egged him on to finish. "I can't wait for you to be inside of me, giving me everything, pushing us both to our limits. It's all I want Joe."

"Y-you want me- You want this cock d-deep inside of your s-sweet cunt?" Joe moaned in an unsettled way, you could tell his inevitable demise was coming close, he could barely set a sentence together.

"Please." This was the last word to send him hurtling over the edge, the way you had said it altered his brain chemistry, a huge startling groan came out of him, the most manliest of sounds as he blurted out all sorts of profanities, chaining your name after each one left his mouth. You could tell his chest rose and fell delicately once he was coming down from his release, he didn't say anything for at least a minute whilst he gathered himself together.

"Thank you." He chuckled, you could picture the smile on his face right now, sending your heart into a fit of butterflies.

"I didn't do anything but-" You sighed happily. "I will tomorrow."

"You know, tomorrow is technically today." Joe mentioned confidently. "I'll see you today." You both giggled.

"I'll see you today." He let out the most adorable giggle you had ever heard, rather exhaustingly replying "Don't be late." Was that a threat or a promise? You couldn't wait to find out which. Who were you kidding, you would be there before the said scheduled appointment, nervous to go this far but excited for the pure thrill of it all, especially after what had just occurred; it was safe to say it had made your entire night, week, month and year within ten minutes.

You let him get off the phone so at least he could clean up the mess he had most likely made, letting yourself also at least get an hours sleep, but your brain was still fully trained on what he had just implanted into it, you were a desperate cause in need of some attention, it was an easy reach since Joe was happily handing it to you on a silver plate.

Getting up and getting ready even after you had little to no sleep at all thanks to Joe himself was no chore, the excitement and adrenaline filled your body with all the energy you could possibly need. You found the skimpiest most accessible outfit you could have owned, you even dared yourself to enter the thrill of the chase going commando, for an even easier gateway. Tying your hair back so it was out of your face but curling the ends, sporting a natural make up look and spritzing yourself with your favourite perfume, you headed on out, too excited to even think about breakfast, maybe you would build up an appetite for that after.

The drive there was horrendous, you hit every red traffic light, you were even pretty certain that there were more than you had ever gone by before, every pedestrian and their dog wanting to cross each you hit. Running through the car park and into the building, you slammed your bag down onto the countertop of the reception desk to indicate to Agnes that you were in a hurry, needless to say she had the pace of a sloth to look up toward you.

"You like coming here?" She smirked.

"Does anyone like coming to therapy?" You twiddled your thumbs around the handle of your bag, anxiously waiting for her to tell you to go take a seat.

"I would certainly enjoy it if I had that young man as my therapist." She struggled to throw an awkward wink your way, making your whole body cringe inside and out. "You're looking nice today." Was that a compliment from the sour lemon herself or was she just making a slight suggestion that you were doing it for him. Which you absolutely were.

You chose to ignore the backhanded compliment if that's what you could call it, nodding along to her admission. "Yeah he's alright." You smiled.

"These appointments tell me that he's more than-" Just before she could finish her sentence, you felt the familiar touch of a hand creep onto your shoulder, finger tips almost massaging into your skin, the feel of the known person behind you had you instantly blushing a crimson red. "It's alright, she doesn't need to wait, she's here for me." Joe shone his prize grin at her and she did a subtle nod, it quite obviously showed that embarrassment doesn't fizzle out with age, Agnes' cheeks flushed within the blink of an eye too.

You followed Joe through the waiting room and in through the door like a sheep, standing to the side as he closed the door slowly to not make a loud and obvious bang. Sauntering over to his bag on the table, you watched him take out a key which you assumed was for said door, he moved back over and in ninja style, secured you both in the room for extra privacy. Joe turned to look at you, a burning desire in his eyes, one that you have seen a couple of times before but this time, it was a flame nobody could extinguish.

"I hope I didn't over step the mark when I called you." You couldn't help but blurt out a snort of laughter. Joe's face remained strict and in need of purpose, you couldn't exactly tell if he was joking around or not.

"Don't be an idiot." You rolled your eyes and his own became wide, his eyebrows raised in surprise that you had the confidence to bite back in your body language.

"Roll those eyes at me again." He warned, you chose the easy option, rolling them in a slower motion this time.

"Right, that's it." He scowled intensively.

Joe marched over towards you, slamming you against the alcove wall just away from the door, your hands brought up just above your head where he held your wrists so that you couldn't escape. He pressed his body up against you, bending slightly and slamming his already hard bulge toward your crotch. His lips were attacking yours, harder than the last time but still feeling as soft. Lifting your arms higher, one hand took over the hold of your wrists whilst the other clenched around your jawline, opening your mouth wider so that his tongue gained an easier entrance into your mouth, you happily obliged. The taste of him was even better than you remembered, your teeth were clashing, heads tilting to opposite sides so let it deepen, hot and breathless whimpers were squeezing their way out of both of your throats. Joe seized the opportunity to bite down on your bottom lip, pulling away effortlessly as he opened his eyes, darkened, dilated pupils staring back at you.

"You've got two options darling, you can choose the easy way or the hard way." You pondered up to the ceiling as if you even wanted to think about it, looking back to his level to roll your eyes once more, you knew he loved it, you knew it drove him insane. "The hard way it is." Joe lifted up your skirt, instantly seeing the bare sight of your cunt before him, his jaw almost dropping to the floor, you looked down almost able to see the way his cock was throbbing through his tightened trousers. Without any warning, he pushed his arm down to reach up, two fingers inserting themselves inside of you making you gasp out at the thickness of them stretching your hole. "Tight little slut aren't you."

You hummed, his fingers curling toward your sweet spot which had your thighs convulsing, his free arm came around to support your waist, holding you in place so that you didn't fall. His fingers moved relentlessly, giving you no time to adjust, fucking into you right up to his knuckles, you were stifling your moans, attempting to make next to no noise in fear of being heard. You almost lost yourself a couple of times, feeling your core about to snap, all of this build up over the last almost twenty four hours had you so far gone, you could have cummed on the spot. He kissed you again, more passionately instead of fierce this time while his fingers worked your pussy, ripping them out of you to rub against your clit which was swelling up by the second, you squirmed against his touch, against the wall, eventually mustering up the courage to bite down on his bottom lip, you very nearly drew blood which made him pull away. His mouth instead moved over to your ear. "I can treat you well, you just have to be a good girl for me, baby." You were gone, your walls shuddered, your whole body gave way and you cried out, Joe's hand immediately slapping itself over your mouth to quieten you down. "Ssshh, I know, I know." He smirked.

Once you had gotten yourself back to a full steadiness, you pushed Joe full throttle sending him backward. "Let me ride you." Joe could almost hear a hint of begging in your voice, obliging instantly and moving to his chair which was yet to be christened in reality as it already was in your imagination. Joe undid his belt, forcing his trousers and boxers down in one foul swoop, you stood before his lap, eyeing down at the way is cock laid against his stomach. Joe took his hand and wrapped it around the base, stroking slowly up and down as he watched you lift up your skirt.

"You don't know how beautiful you are." The darkened pupils had more brown around them now, the artificial light made them almost glisten and it was all down to you, you loved that you had him right where you wanted him, longed for him and most importantly - needed him.

"Maybe you could show me." You grinned, staring down shyly at the floor. Now was not the time to get shy. Joe let go of himself, gesturing you to climb on top. You sat upon his lap whilst you shared a heartily sweet kiss, your fingertips soothing over the length of his cock, making him whine out himself into your mouth.

"God, yes." He cooed.

You lifted yourself up, Joe placing himself at your entrance as you sank down onto the tip, both of you oppressing your moans which you just wanted to let bounce around the four walls you were situated in. Every inch of his length disappeared beneath until he was fully compact inside of you, his hands came to begin to guide your hips in an up and down motion, eventually letting you get the hang of it as you threw your head back, every fantasy you had about this man coming true in one split second, he was big, he was filthy and he was yours in this moment. Your face fell down into the pit of Joe's neck so you could mask the noise you were dying to make, he gritted his own teeth to stop himself, feeling your lips every now and then press against the vein sticking out of it just for you to run your tongue along, each time you hit a spot, his cock twitched wildly from excitement inside of you. His hips conjoined to meet the motion of your bouncing, hitting up towards your cervix making it hard to stay calm, to keep your wits about you, you were far too taken by way he fucked up into you to care but you had to remember that this could still be his job on the line.

Bringing your hips to a standstill, his finger tips moulding through into your skin he pushed them back and fourth, you sat the seven inches deep, riding your hips slowly, breathless panting escaping the both of you.

"Shit I need to- fuck." You pulled out, falling to your knees onto the wooden floor, looking directly up at him as he lifted himself a little to witness your submissive position. "You're definitely the good girl I imagined you to be." He stood tall before you. "Open that naughty little mouth." You did just as he said, sticking your tongue out a little as he placed the tip of it onto your muscle, jerking viciously until he spewed his hot seed into your mouth, watching you swallow every last drop, the same but more quietened deep groan erupted from his vocal chords, making your cunt twinge around nothing.

"You are-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, his cock still twitched as he removed it from your lips which you had kindly just cleaned by pressing your lips around it. Wiping your mouth, he held out his hand to help you stand to your feet. "I am?" He pressed his lips together, not being able to stop the most adoring smile that took over his features, eyes sparkling, cheeks slightly flushed, elated.

"Amazing."

You placed your hands to his upper arms, feeling the slight flex of muscle underneath the crisp shirt. "I could say the same about you."

You both tidied yourselves up, gathering your thoughts. Joe stealthily unlocked the door and placed the key back into his bag, you sat back onto your own seat, the one which you had plenty of times, watching him move about the room to find your file, scattering it onto the table like that's what you had been doing all this time.

Joe clambered back into his chair, flashbacks were running through your head of what you were doing just a little time before. A little whistle was sent your way, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"What're you doing all the way over there?" Joe patted onto his lap, making your eyes make a bee line straight for where his hand slapped gently against it. "You belong here." You swiftly moved over to sit on his lap, lifting your legs up over the chair. Joe wiped your hair away from one shoulder, running his finger down your cheek and to your chin as he reached forward to give you a quick peck on the lips. "That's better." You talked for the rest of the session, laughing and sharing memories, this was the time to get to know him properly and you found out that you had more in common than you thought.

Leaving was the hardest part, right until the door creaked open you couldn't keep yourselves off of each other, he secretively patted your ass as you left the room, shouting a rather silly goodbye at you as you turned around and stuck your tongue out at him.

You were happy for the rest of the day, fully focussed on the fact that you and Joe had shared something so forbidden yet so wonderful, the butterflies you felt in your stomach were something out of the ordinary, not feeling that so quickly before it sent your mind wandering on what could be. You were just finishing your dinner when your phone vibrated, you skipped straight to the other side of the room, picking it up, mentally doing a little jig when you saw it was Joe. Answering it, you pressed the phone to your ear immediately, unsure what was to be expected on the other end.

"Hello?" You spoke, you didn't hear any answer. "Joe?" You called out to see if it was just a bad connection.

"Y/N." His tone was low which made your brow furrow.

"I've been thinking." He began, not finishing his sentence or his reasoning for calling you, just waiting on a response. "Thinking about?" You asked confused, the tone in his voice was so different, nothing like you had ever heard from him before, not even the time where you left the room the time he had pissed you off.

"Don't hate me." Well that's not a good start. You remained silent, gesturing him quietly to continue as you heard a large sigh take over the receiver. "I'm not sure we can continue doing this. It's my job on the line, I'm a therapist and well, you're my patient. I can't deny my feelings are growing for you and they shouldn't be, what we are becoming isn't right, we won't be able to keep this a secret for long and then what happens? I lose everything."

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, everything that had been going so well was now so wrong, you could have cried, you could have argued back to his point but instead you stayed silent.

"Y/N?" He sighed again. "Are you still there?"

You reached boiling point. "How dare you." You snarled.

"How dare I? It takes two to-" He tried to calm you down, but you were not having any of it.

"To fuck? We did it Joe. We fucked. But you can't take it back now, especially after admitting you have feelings for me, as I do for you. I appreciate you don't want to lose your job but if you felt like that in the first place maybe you should have never initiated a private relationship with me."

"You don't understand. I don't want to be the person to keep you quiet, I don't want to lose anything including you, I want you to be screaming my name, I want to be able to hear you when I'm making you feel good. I want this to be real rather than just some lousy fantasy." He had a sense of pleading in his voice, making you feel slightly guilty, but you stuck to your guns.

"Some lousy fantasy is all I am? Fuck you."

"No. Please I-" His nose sniffled as if he was about to cry, your tears had done fighting to stay hidden and were now travelling down your face intermittently.

"You want me so bad? Man up and own it. We're fully grown adults, we can do what we want." You hitched your breath hearing his own do the same.

"But my job-"

"Make up your mind, I'm not asking you to choose between me or your job, I'm asking you to make an adult decision in if you really want me you wouldn't give a fuck what happens. In the mean time you won't hear from me. I only want you to contact me when you know your answer."

You hung up the phone, falling to the floor, hugging your knees together as you threw your phone to the ground, hearing it slide against the floor. Your phone vibrated once more and again and then again, you were not caving in. His decision would be final and maybe you had given him food for thought. Afterall, if it was meant to happen, it would.

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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, Belphie, Barbatos, Luke wearing plus size Mc’s clothes

Lucifer

•You’d stayed the night in his room, as you often do, but this time it had been for a movie marathon.

•You had FINALLY convinced him to watch your favorite movies with you. Getting him into comfy clothes, however, was a bit harder.

•You got him to put on some sweatpants however, which is a blessing when you can manage to get it. But no shirt.

•The whole time you were watching movies, his arms were around you and you were between his legs.

•His hands tended to wander under your hoodie, rubbing your tummy or your back, sometimes just grabbing handfuls of your tummy and smirking at you when you’d turn around and glare halfheartedly, which he’d answer with a chuckle and a kiss to your temple.

•You’d actually stayed up until 2am together, something Lucifer never did outside of working.

He’d woken up earlier than you, naturally. You were a human and needed much more sleep than he did. It was still fairly early, 6am, so he thought he’d go downstairs to the kitchen and bring back something for breakfast for you both. He got up carefully, trying not to wake you. He brushed your hair away from your sleeping face, and noticed you’d discarded your hoodie at some point. His room did get fairly warm at night. He found it at his feet on the floor and, not wanting to pull out a shirt for himself, he threw it on. Even tho he’s tall and fairly muscular, he looked tiny in comparison to your hoodie. It was…nice. And it smelled like you. He looked over at you with a small smile before walking out of the room.

‘No one else should be up, they’re never up this early when they don’t have RAD.’

He was wrong.

Walking into the kitchen, he heard commotion in the dining room and before he could turn and hightail it back to his room, Mammon walked into the kitchen.

“What….are you wearing?”

Lucifers back was to him and he slowly turned, steeling his face to its usual glare.

Instead of backing off like usual, Mammon gasped.

“YO! He’s wearing Mc’s hoodie! Guys look!”

And with that, five more brothers piled into the room.

“Look at that, Lucifer’s gone soft.” Jeers Satan.

“Literally! That hoodie looks so comfy, I’m jealous~” Asmo says with a pout.

“Why are you all awake?” Lucifers brow twitched.

“You guys had the speakers so loud we could hear your movies all over the house.”Belphie grumbled, “nobody got any sleep.”Lucifer hears a click and looks over to see Levi, DDD in hand, and face shocked. Lucifer all but lunges for his phone, deleting the picture.

But not before sending it to himself, and deleting the text of of Levi’s phone.

Levi

•The protagonist is supposed to give the love interest their clothes, not the other way around! So says Levi, at least.

•In all honesty, after the first time, it becomes a common thing. He’ll just, waltz into your room, rummage around in your closet while you’re at rad, and you’ll come home to him in his room, gaming or snoozing away in your shirt or hoodie.

•But it started when you two were watching a new anime and the protagonist gave the love interest his jacket when they got caught in the rain.

•He’d looked down at you tucked into his side and got a bit jealous. He was too small to give you any of his clothes, even his long hoodie jacket thing wouldn’t fit you.

•He loves you, curves, rolls, pouches and all, so he’s really just mad about himself, none of this negativity was directed at you.

•When you’d turned and caught the look on his face as he zoned out, you asked what he was thinking.

•Not fully aware of the question you asked, he blurted out “m..my clothes are too small.”

•When his brain registered the confused look on your face, his lit up red.

“You’re clothes are too…small?”

Shit…he can’t not clarify, he’d look dumb. He pulls you closer and buries his face in your shoulder.

“I can’t give you my jacket…I can’t be a proper protagonist if I can’t give my love interest something of mine.” The sweet smile on your face grows and your hands rub his back.

“That’s fine, I don’t really need any of your clothes, it’s ok.” He pulls away with a serious look on his face.

“It’s not ok, how will people know you’re mine!” He says before he can fully think over what he was saying. His eyes shift between yours and his fists clench on your thighs. The smile on your face calms him, though when you pull your shirt off and hand it to him, his heart resumes it’s racing.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“You can have my shirt, that way people will know that you are mine.” He clenched the fabric in his hands, relishing in its warmth that still lingered from you before shifting his eyes back to you bashfully.

“It’s ok if you want to put it on, I won’t look.” The way you cover your eyes with a playful laugh makes him all giddy inside. After a moment you hear shuffling and his weight shifts on the mattress you’d gotten him to lay in his room for when you came over. His hands shakily grab yours and pulls them away from your eyes. Your shirt falls slightly off his shoulders, which are now red from the blush steadily creeping down his neck. His lips curl up in a small smile when he sees the look on your face, his chest feeling full with pride at the fact that you’ll only ever look at him that way.

“There he is. My handsome hero.”

Asmo

•Big hoodied Asmo go brrrrr-

•He loves wearing your clothes, the second you started dating, the first time you took off a hoodie you were wearing while hanging out in his room he scooped that thing up and immediately threw it on.

•Oh this is your hoodie? No it’s not :D Asmo’s now.

•Usually didn’t sleep in anything but now he sleeps in a pair of your shorts/boxers and one of your shirts.

•This man is absolutely whipped for you.

You came over to his room to watch him film a makeup tutorial for his deviltube account. You were also going to stay the night in his room. When he paused his recording for a transition shot, you got up and shed your hoodie.

“I’m going to go take a bath, if that’s ok?”

He hummed before making a grabby hand motion at you and planting a kiss on your lips when you walked over to him.

“Don’t have too much fun~”

You rolled your eyes with a smile before making your way to his bathroom. Although it’s more like an indoor pool at a fancy hotel.

When you’d dried off and returned from the bath Asmo was still seated at his vanity, finishing up his video. You hadn’t realized he was wearing your hoodie til you were unable to find it on the floor.

“Babe, have you seen my-youre wearing my hoodie…”

He winked at you through his mirror as he wiped off his makeup, “Indeed I am, my little bunny~”

You smile at him before coming up to him from behind and snaking your hands beneath the hoodie. He hugged his sides, effectively caging your hands in his arms.

“Your hands are always so warm.” He leans his head back and looks at you expectantly. You lean down and place a kiss on his nose, to which he answers with a pout. You race back to his bed as he jumps from his seat and chases you down with a laugh. He catches you by his bed, pinning you down with frenzied smiling kisses.

Belphie

•The SECOND you started officially dating and he’d caught you wearing your hoodie he started pulling at your sleeves-

•”This. I want this.” “My hoodie?” “Yeah, give it.”

•Since you gave him your hoodie he gives you one of his pillows, because your hoodie smells like you and the pillow smells like him.

•When either item loses the others scent, you’ll swap them for a new one, you give him a new hoodie that you’ve been wearing and he gives you the old one, and you give him the old pillow and he gives you a new one, scent now reacquired for when your apart.

•You’ll find that the cuffs of your hoodies are always a bit stretched out when you receive them back, as Belphie has a tendency to pull them down over his hands.

•Isn’t shy at all about wearing your hoodie while at RAD, how else is he supposed to sleep in class when he was forbidden from bringing a pillow with him?

As soon as you sat down in class Belphie grabbed your hand and pulled.

“Give it, it’s in your bag, I know it is.”

You huff with a smile and pull your hoodie out of your bag and hand it to him. He smushes his face into it, breathing in your scent, before leaning over and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Love you.” And with that, you take your seats, yours strategically placed in front of his to hide him while he naps in class.

Barbatos

•Is the least likely to be seen out and about in your clothes. Not that it tarnished his butler image or anything, just that he’s hardly seen out of his suit.

•He does enjoy wearing your shirt however. It’s comfy, softer than his suit or any of his loungewear for that matter, it smells like you, but what he loves the most about it is the sentiment.

•People may lend bodies or jackets to friends occasionally, but they almost always expect it back.

•You don’t ask for your shirt back. And yet it somehow never loses your scent. Perhaps because he doesn’t wear it often, but.

Luke

•pLEASE GIVE HIM YOUR HOODIE, ESPECIALLY IF ITS LIKE FROM YOUR SCHOOL IN THE HUMAN REALM HE’D FIND THAT SO COOL

•No but seriously, he sees it as a grand gesture of your friendship.

•Always washes it and promptly tries to return it, but every time he tries you just tell him “oh can you hold on to it for me, you can wear it if you like.”

•When you have sleepovers in purgatory hall, he likes to sit close to you when you watch movies, nestled into your side like a child would to his babysitter.

•He always makes sure to roll up the sleeves of the hoodie to make sure it doesn’t get in the popcorn or snacks. Which he always offers to you before taking any for himself.

#obey me x reader #lucifer x mc #leviathan x reader #asmo x reader #belphie x reader #barbatos x reader

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fnafceaseless · 2 months

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Ghost?

Okay-I may have spoken too soon regarding the supernatural?

Everything about my shift last night was going normally until I headed down Rockstar Row. It was a little after 2AM. I heard Freddy talking in his green room. Which was strange because by this time all of the Glamrocks should be in their recharge stations? I attempted to parse out what he was saying, it was hard to make out but as I got closer to his room it sounded like he was talking with someone?

When his room finally came into view I-saw a man? Just standing in the room with Freddy? I thought it was a guest who had hidden out after hours or something- that was the only logical explanation my brain could come up with? As I got closer though he just-vanished. One minute I saw him the next…nothing. I thought I was over tired- seeing things, maybe? Freddy waved to me casually, friendly as ever but didn't say anything.

I rubbed my eyes as if that could wipe away the image of the man out of my mind and came up closer to the glass. I told Freddy that he really needed to get into his recharge station. He acknowledged, saying he would. I remembered nodding and walking a few feet away taking out my phone to appear busy. Before long I heard Freddy speak again. Telling- presumingly an empty room that he had to get to recharge.

That's when I carefully, without turning around, lifted my phone and snapped this photo. You guys see it right? What is that? A smudge on the glass? A trick of the light? What gives me the creeps is the fact that Freddy was staring at me when my back was turned. Let me know your thoughts. I’m going to try and get some sleep.

-L. Cooper

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lavender-romancer · 9 months

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Hello I couldn’t find your request terms or anything but I was wondering if you still wrote for teotfw? If so could I request a James x reader where she’s traveling with both James and Alyssa and maybe reader gets hurt in Clive’s house before he goes and finds Alyssa? Maybe he comes onto her and she punches him? And maybe they all comfort eachother the next day or something??

Comfort

James x Reader CW: blood, death, attempted assault

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James had always thought he was a psychopath, wanting to hurt everyone near him so he kept people at arm's length. Maybe it stemmed from his mother killing herself in front of him… it was probably that. But either way he didn't think so obsessively about killing people anymore, not since you kissed. It was very awkward and out of place plus you ran away afterwards but something changed within James from that day onwards.

"You're fucking joking," Alyssa started laughing way too loud and you nodded, staring into the dark with a blank look on your face. "You kissed him!" She yelled in-between fits of laughter.

"I'm such an idiot," you groaned and began rubbing your temples.

"You're fucking hilarious," Alyssa leant back on the bench and fell off the back of it, laughing even more.

"You daft bitch," you smiled and pulled her back onto the bench.

"How was it?" She tried to hide her smile behind her hand but you just rolled your eyes.

"It was so fucking awkward I want to shoot myself." You covered your face with your hands.

"Go on," she took her jacket off and handed it to you. "Scream into this. I always used to scream into my pillow after one interaction with Tony. It muffled it enough."

You took the jacket in your hands and folded it over a few times before putting it close to your mouth and pressing it to your face before screaming into it. You took a deep breath and gave her back the jacket.

"I need alcohol," you said with a disappointed look on your face.

"Well we can hardly afford food let alone shots so unless you're willing to go whore yourself out in the toilets. I'd focus on other things," Alyssa hit you on the back twice before standing up "Come on, we should head out."

"I'm not getting in the car now!" You half yelled half hissed.

"Oh you're so fucking dramatic, James will be weird and awkward. He's always weird and awkward. You're the one who needs to act normal." Alyssa reasoned as she walked off to find James, you sat down with a huff.

The car journey was horrifically awkward even when Alyssa would try to fill the silence as she often would, it came out as hollow. You were beginning to reconsider even being on this sort of expedition with them. After a few hours Alyssa was asleep in the backseat and even though it was about 2am you couldn't sleep with the atmosphere being like it was.

"I'm-" you started

"I wanted-" James said at the same time and you both smiled.

"I'm sorry, I ambushed you in such a… unfair way and I wanted to apologise," you looked at him as his hands tightened on the wheel, his face beautifully highlighted every few meters with the orange street lamps.

"Oh. Are you regretting it?" James asked, eyes fixed forward and you considered your answer for a bit too long. "I'll take that as an unanswered yes then." He said quietly.

You weren't sure how to bridge the knowledge gap of whether he wanted to kiss you and the fact that you did want to kiss him but didn't like making a fool of yourself. It was a lot of information for your brain to process and you'd never been good at thinking quickly unless it was a gut reaction like how you felt when you kissed him. It now felt as if it had been too long to say anything that would make it better, you turned slightly and leant your head on the window, watching the orange street lights go by.

"Fuck sake!" Alyssa's outburst woke you up with a start

"What! What is it?" You turned around, eyes wide adjusting to the morning light.

"We've run out of fucking petrol." She groaned and you sighed.

"Loud fucker," you muttered and Alyssa hit your head. "Ow!"

"We should start walking," James said, putting the car with no petrol in it into neutral and putting the handbrake on.

"We're on a flat road, why are you even doing that?" Alyssa asked with a confused look on her face.

"It might still roll back, it's road safety." James reasoned and you saw Alyssa roll her eyes in the rear view mirror making you smirk.

"Well, come on." You opened the door and started walking down the road, hands in your pockets. Even after a long nap you still felt that tightness in your chest that rose up to your throat whenever you saw James. The tightness made you feel like you wanted to cry because of the feeling of uncertainty between the two of you.

"Why are you running off?" Alyssa asked when she caught up with you.

"I think I just need some space away from him to get over all this." Your face must've looked dismally unhappy at that moment.

"Come on, it was just a kiss. It can't be that awkward between you, you're both nearly adults." Alyssa frowned and you nodded.

"It's not that. It's the feeling of rejection in all of it. After the kiss his face was fucking unreadable but it wasn't exactly happy." You looked up at the sky and took a deepth breath in. "Crushes feel so fucking adolescent but they still persist."

"I don't think I've ever had a crush on anyone so far. I like attention for a few hours and then I just want to be on my own again." Alyssa replied, looking at you.

"You don't strike me as someone who would be interested in teenage relationships." You smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.

"I almost hate that you're right. C'mon, let's cut through here, looks reyt posh." Alyssa headed towards a gap in some bushes and you stopped hands on your hips in confusion.

"A bush looks posh?" You called after her and she gave you a death stare.

"Where's she off to then?" James asked and it made you jump.

"Uh…not sure. She's um… off on a whim I think." You said quickly before following Alyssa and leaving James to look longingly at you as you walked away from him.

You walked for about 30 minutes before Alyssa spotted a large modern looking house. "Jackpot," you heard her say quietly and you couldn't think why it could possibly be one.

"How do you know?" James asked.

"Know what?" Alyssa asked, peering through one of the windows.

"He means how do you know it's safe?" You continued and James couldn't help but want to reach out to your hand.

"Post has built up, dust everywhere. I don't see why it wouldn't be." Alyssa reasoned as you followed her to the front of the house.

"Is breaking and entering a good way to lie low?" James asked and you couldn't tell if he was trying to be sarcastic or genuine.

"You worry too much." Alyssa shook her head before picking up a rock and smiling at you.

"Alyssa. Come on. You can't be-" Then she broke a window and opened the door. "Fuck sake." You muttered with a smirk.

"Who has this many pictures of himself in his own house?" Alyssa asked as the three of you stood in the front room.

"A narcissist," you replied, picking up the photo and looking at the man. "If he's the owner anyway. Otherwise it's more of a creepy shrine."

"No, it's him. His post says Koch, so does the book." James pointed to the book that was next to the photo.

"Okay, so we've established who lives here can we stop being weird please." Alyssa groaned and headed into another room as James turned to follow her, you put a hand on his shoulder.

"James, wait." You said quietly and he turned around. "I wanted to say I didn't-"

"I know I'm bad at reading people, but I'm good at observing. You're uncomfortable around me now. You don't need to keep apologising, it's okay." He couldn't seem to reach your eyes and you couldn't get the words out before he turned around and left. James looked through some cabinets before finding a video camera, he sat down on the stairs and opened it, wondering if there was some kind of home video or something. What he saw terrified him immensely, he quickly closed it and put it back in the cabinet.

You walked over to the sofa and sat down, opening the side table to find some spirits- maybe they could lift yours. When Alyssa and James came back in you had set out some vodka and rum and some shot glasses.

"It's finally time for us to get drunk with each other," you grinned and Alyssa practically bounded over to join.

"Come on James!" Alyssa called as she poured out some vodka shots.

"This is a terrible idea." He said as he sat next to you on the sofa.

"I think it could be very fun." You said picking up one of the shot glasses.

Many drinks later Alyssa was passed out asleep on the sofa, you and James were sitting together listening to the music you'd put on and playing never have I ever.

"Okay, never have I ever… punched my dad in the face." You said to him with a raised eyebrow and he almost regrettably took a shot.

"God, vodka tastes like acetone." He grimaced and you giggled. "Never have I ever slapped someone?" You sighed before taking a drink.

"That's a fucking given, me and my sister are always getting into fights like that! Another!" You exclaimed as you slammed down the shot glass and it suddenly broke in your hand "Oh shit."

"Okay, open your hand. Have you got any glass stuck?" He asked, turning your hand around to look at your palm.

"I don't think so, but I do think I might be bleeding. I fear I shall die!" You clasped your hands dramatically before wincing at the feeling of your cut hand.

"Come with me, I'm sure there's a first aid kit in the bathroom." James stood up and helped you to your feet, when you stood up you were both extremely close and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. But you didn't, after last time even your tipsy brain would think twice. As you sat on the toilet and James opened the first aid kit you looked up at him and how the shape of his jaw was so perfectly framed by his ears, this could be seen as an odd observation but you were tipsy so you allowed yourself to look up at him with a stupid smile.

“Why are you smiling like that?” James asked as he knelt in front of you and began disinfecting your cuts.

“You’re just so… mhmm.” You make a humming noise and put your free hand on his face which seemed to surprise him because his eyes shot up to meet yours.

“And what does, mhmm, mean?” He asked, going back to disinfecting your hand.

"You're so pretty," you leant back on the toilet and giggled, James didn't seem to know how to respond so you closed your eyes through the silence.

"There's a bed upstairs," you said as you stumbled out of the bathroom.

"You should head up," James said as he headed towards the front room.

"You should come with me-eeeeee." You pleaded and he shook his head.

"No, you need to sleep. Come on." James gestured for you to stand up and as you did you stumbled a bit and giggled before following him upstairs. James took you to a bedroom and sat you down on the bed. "Try to sleep the drunkness off. Your hand is going to ache tomorrow but it'll be okay."

"Okay," you looked up at him adoringly as James looked back at you with a slightly awkward slightly uncomfortable expression before walking out.

You lay back on the bed in a drunken happiness that your anxieties and overthinking couldn't penetrate. The feelings you had towards James didn't feel fully developed but they were definitely there and hard to ignore. In your head he had always worked best with direct expressions of feelings with minimal subtext. But just kissing him had seemed to be a foolish decision.

A few hours later James quietly came into the bedroom. You were lying on your front, a little bit of drool on the pillow under you and your hand hanging over the side as you star-fished the rest of your body. It didn't surprise him that you slept like this, unashamed of taking up space.

When you kissed him he didn't know how to react. Whether he should go with his gut reaction of pulling you into another kiss or just sort of stand there. Unfortunately he went with the latter and there was no way back from that.

He slowly lay down on the floor and looked up at your hand twitching every now and then. Even your hands looked pretty. He was so frustrated with his own brain for not responding the way he should have when you kissed him. James just wanted you to understand how he felt and that he-

A car pulled up outside and James' eyes opened wide as he heard the front door open. He shuffled under the bed and pulled his hunting knife from his ankle holster, holding it in somewhat prepared terror. He couldn't help his own fear even though he wanted to save you so desperately he was terrified of being found himself. The light turned on and he saw someone with very shiny formal shoes walk in and heard you gasp.

"How did you get in here?" The man asked in an accusatory voice, James supposed he had a right to be a bit accusatory considering you were literally sleeping in his bed.

"I-I." You stuttered but couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. You just gave me a fright, if I'd know it was someone who looked like… you. I might not have been so worried." The man placed down the fire poker against the nightstand and James gulped, frozen in terror.

"I'm sorry." You whispered in a terrified voice and the man walked closer to the bed.

"That's alright. You on your own?" He asked and you quickly replied with, yes.

The man closed the door and James could only look in horror as he sat down on the bed next to you. All he could think about was the videos on the camera, the horrifying images of bondage and pain he assumed this man put other women through.

"Have you eaten my porridge too, Goldilocks?" He asked with a laugh that sent a shiver up James' spine.

"What the fuck?" You replied, almost whispering and the man tutted.

"No language like that, you're too pretty for that. Just stay still." He made some sort of movement and the bed creaked. James was waiting for when he should try to help you but what could he do? Stab this man and be a hero? What would that do?

"Please don't." You sounded as if you were about to cry.

"Don't do what?" The man asked in a condescending tone that made James even more angry. "Are you going to make this more difficult?" He asked more aggressively this time and made another movement that made the bed creak and you began protesting.

You weren't sure what was happening now, as soon as this man closed the door you panicked but whatever this was it was no longer safe.

"You don't want to make this difficult." The man threatened and you pulled your arms away from him, he lurched forward to grab them again and you punched him in the nose. "You fucking bitch!" He exclaimed with a bloody nose before jumping forward on top of you. Putting all of his weight on top of you so you could hardly breath, pinning you down with an incredible amount of force.

You were screaming at this point, screaming for James or Alyssa or just help. He put his hand over your mouth and you bit down hard, he responded to that by punching you in the ribs with his good hand and you cried out closing your eyes.

Suddenly the door flew open and a warm liquid sprayed onto your face. The pressure on your arms was gone, the weight was gone. You opened your eyes and saw James standing there with a knife in his hand and Alyssa with a large bookend, both with blood on them. The man was staggering backwards holding his throat that was gushing with blood. Dark, deep red blood sputtered out of his mouth and his throat, running down his chest and onto the floor. Then you looked at yourself, covered in the same deep red blood and you began to panic. Hyperventilating and eyes wide as you looked at this man fall to his knees and then the floor. You could only assume he was dead and could only grip the bed sheets in pure terror.

The three of you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Having no idea how to react to what had just happened. Alyssa was the first to move, she crouched down in front of you and she was speaking but you couldn't hear. You couldn't hear anything aside from the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. She took your hands and stood you up. Taking you to the bathroom she sat you on the toilet and took off your blood stained t-shirt. She got into the bath and all you could look at -as she used the shower to wash you- was the blood. The blood was everywhere. All over the porcelain of the bath and your hands and nails and legs and feet. It was all you could see and all you could smell.

Whilst you changed your clothes in the bathroom, Alyssa and James worked in efficient silence. Washing all of the clothes and sheets with blood on them, bleaching and cleaning the floor, wiping down every surface they had touched the whole night and generally cleaning up. The two knew how serious this situation was but talking about it was acknowledging it happened and they simply weren't ready to do that.

As morning approached the three of you were sitting outside by the pool in a line and in silence. Alyssa had a hand over yours and your other hand was held in James'. Alyssa mentioned something about getting a drink and walked inside, you took a deep breath and lay backwards on the concrete, James joined you.

"Well that was fucking insane." You said finally and James let out a strained laugh.

"That's one way to put it." He replied. "I'm sorry that happened to you. I mean when he was making you uncomfortable."

"That's one way to put it." You imitated how James had said the same sentence and looked at him with a small smile. "Why did you do what you did?" You asked, after wondering for so long.

"He was going to hurt you." James looked at you and searched your eyes for annoyance or anger, assuming he had fucked up again.

"How do you know that?" You asked.

"There were these videos I found. Of him hurting women, I didn't want it to happen to you." James squeezed your hand tighter and you moved closer to him until you were nearly nose to nose.

"I was just lucky you and Alyssa were there, even after I punched him he was still going to hurt me." You sighed and closed your eyes.

"I wouldn't let that happen." James whispered and you opened your eyes, seeing him looking at your lips.

"I wouldn't let anyone hurt you either." You whispered, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

The morning air was crisp, you felt a slight chill but nothing could take your attention away from what was in front of you. James leant forward slightly and kissed you softly. It was tender. Nothing like the hurried kiss you had given him two nights previous. James put a hand on your cheek and you both turned onto your side, intertwining your legs together. When you pulled apart you sat up and just hugged one another. Nothing like a bloody murder to bring two people together…

"Awh did I miss it!" Alyssa exclaimed as she came outside.

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asterrrific · 1 year

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•Hyunjin x female Reader

•Fluff

•warnings: little curses here and there

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It was already past midnight and you still couldn't sleep.

You carefully reach for your phone to check the time.

"Damn, it's that late?" you whisper to yourself.

Slowly, you turned from where you lay in bed so you can face Hyunjin who was already knocked out hours ago.

"I wish I could sleep soundly like you, bub." you whisper as you tuck a few strands of his bangs behind his ears.

He groans in his sleep so you stop. You didn't want to wake him up.

You sit and look at him a little longer, debating if you should just cuddle with him until sleep gets to you or look for something to do so you'd eventually get sleepy.

Then you remember you have an unfinished book waiting for you at the study table just at the end of your bed.

You make sure Hyunjin is asleep and tucked in your blanket before you crawled to the edge of your bed, turning on your lamp on low so you can read yourself (hopefully) to sleep.

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It's already 2am at this point but you're still not sleepy and it's already bugging you.

You put the book down and stretch for a bit. You jump when you felt warm hands snake around your waist.

"Why are you still up?" he mumbles behind you. His face pressed on your back.

You feel him nuzzle closer to your neck.

"I can't sleep. Like, I really can't sleep." you explain. Words leaving your brain, making it hard to explain why you can't sleep. You can't find reason. It's just that you really can't sleep yet.

You feel him detach himself from you. It's dark, except for your low lit lamp, so you can't really see what he's doing behind you.

The next thing you know, he's gently moving you to the side so you're near the wall by your bed. Half asleep, and eyes squinting, he places a fluffy pillow by the wall and pats it, urging you to lean there.

You did, and as soon as you do, he gives you back your book, grabs his blanket back, and settles so your lap becomes his pillow.

"If you're gonna finish your book, please do so. But let me sleep here so I can be closer to you still. I don't like it when you're not near me." he basically whines.

You chuckle softly at his randomness as you run your hands through his hair.

"And here I thought you were gonna force me to sleep... or help me out at least."

This time, it's his turn to chuckle.

"Babe, trust me. You'll feel sleepy once you finish your book. I can see you only have a few pages left. Don't mind me here." he mutters as he shuffles and closes his eyes.

"Wow." You sigh in disbelief but you do continue reading anyway.

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•Hyunjin's pov•

I pretend to sleep.

I closed my eyes so she'd think I'm already knocked out again with her lap as my pillow.

I know why she couldn't sleep.

It's because of her stupid little goal to be able to finish reading at least two books this week. I don't know why she puts pressure on herself as if her life depended on reading all of her books.

But I know it's what makes her happy so I don't nag her about it.

I felt her get up the first time, and I knew then that she's feeling restless because she knows she can finish the book she's currently reading NOW so she can start on a new one tomorrow...

But instead of finishing it this afternoon, she played with her phone.

It's the guilt keeping her awake.

Sometimes, I wonder if she loves her books more than me.

So when I felt her make her first stretch after reading for a while, I got up and did what I had to do to help her get comfy.

I know that when she stretches while reading, she's preparing to finally finish the final few pages.

I've been laying on her lap for a few minutes now, and her flipping the pages suddenly stopped. I knew sleep was finally getting to her.

I looked up and sure enough, her eyes are already fluttering close. Her head swaying to the side.

I immediately get up so I could switch with her. This time, I'm the one sitting, leaning on the wall, while I gently guide her to lay on my lap.

"Mmm no, two pages left." she complains. "I wasn't sleepy, I was just resting my eyes!"

"Yeah, not shit." I joke, keeping her from getting back up and grabbing her book from from me.

"But Hyune, I could finish it now!" she whines. I don't let it get to me.

"Tell you what, bunny... you lay there, get all comfy, and I'll read the last pages to you. Sound good?" I ask her, stroking her cheeks gently.

She looks at me with grumpy, sleepy eyes, and then pouts suddenly.

"You'd do that?" she asks. Voice fading softly. Sleep is taking over her now.

"Yes, y/n. I'll tuck you in, yeah? And if you fall asleep in the middle of my story telling, I'll let you know and then we'll reread the last parts together as soon as we get up in the morning. Okay?"

"Mkae..." she mumbles. Eyes already closed. Her eyebrows knit together.

I start reading the last two pages to her. By the time I reach the last paragraph, I hear her steady breathing gradually become a soft snore.

I look down from the book and see her already curled in a way that her back is facing me.

"Finally, the bear is asleep." I joke as if she'd hear.

I place the book back on the desk and gently move her so I can lift her back to the other side of our bed. The fact that she didn't even budge or groan a bit tells me that she's already deep in sleep.

I grab her favorite sunflower cushion and let her hug it so she can sleep better. Then, I cover us both with the blanket.

"I love you, nerd." I tease as I gently pull her to me. Her back pressed to my chest. My arms around her.

I place my hands on top of hers and caress them gently and I feel her cuddle into me more. I smile as I plant a kiss on top of her head.

"Sweet bookish dreams..." I whisper.

"Mmmm... last two..." she mumbles in her sleep.

I laugh at her sleep talk, cuddling her closer to me if that's even possible.

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Heyyy~

This is my second time writing an au for SKZ!

Actually, I couldn't sleep either. I mean, I'm sleepy but I can't sleep because this idea just came to me and I wouldn't forgive myself if I forget about it in the morning so I forced myself to write it down now and share it with you guys.

I'm literally slipping in and out of consciousness as I typed this so forgive me if it came out a bit meh

I hope you still like it though🥹🤍

Reacts and reblogs and comments are so much appreciated! But please don't repost it to other platforms🥹

I also want to try making more, so if you have ideas or requests, please tell me and I'd try to make one for you!🫡⭐️

Lablabbbbbbb~

#skz fluff #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz hyunjin #skz fanfic #fanfic #skz oneshots #oneshot #stray kids au #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin oneshot #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin fluff

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alexsoenomel · 1 year

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I Like Your Mind (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff, part 2)

Summary: A short story about how you started seeing Sam in a brand new light aka liking him. Part 2: losing your damn mind

You can read part 1 HERE

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1063

Note: Another oldie from me. Tbh not my best work but hey...it’s cute...I think. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

Ever since that night you couldn’t stop thinking about Sam…Your mind was just Sam, Sam, and Sam. Why? You didn’t know. It just kind of happened. You were already really good friends. Would it kill him to be more than just friends?

Ever since that night things got a little bit awkward between the two of you. Of course Sam was completely oblivious and you were too busy freaking out. Every time he would talk to you, you would blush or just nervously play with your sleeves and rings. Every time he’d get close to you, your heart would just stop. He was so smart and generally a very good person with a kind heart and soul. Just being friends with him was a blissful torture, you didn’t want to end but at the same time you wanted more.

These thoughts had kept you up almost every single night. “Does he like me? Should I just tell him? Why?” All of these questions and no answers… You had known him for almost 10 years, why would your brain decide to fuck you up now? The world was a mess and you were in love…or something you couldn’t explain. One night, as usual, you couldn’t sleep. It was almost 2am and you craved ice cream and cuddles. You could only have one…

Ugh Christ .

You left your warm and lonely bed, put a sweater on and went to the kitchen. When you got your vanilla ice cream you noticed a light in the living room. Someone was watching TV…

You secretly wished it was Sam but your luck wasn’t working…instead you saw his brother with a bottle of whiskey and left over French fries in his hands, wearing his dead guy robe, lost in the world of dr. sexy…of course. Dean was like a brother to you, he was your rock, you just had one tiny problem that was slowly driving you crazy…Sam Winchester was his brother.

“Hey.” You said and sat next to him. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope. What’s up with you?”

“Just craving some ice cream.” You took a big spoon and shoved it in your mouth.

“At 2am? You look like a sad puppy. Spill it out.”

He had seen right through you. Even though you knew how to hide your feelings pretty well during the day, at night was a whole different story. When the Sun goes down, your mood is low and your thoughts are restless…

“Nothing just life…”

He looked at you with a “don’t bullshit me” expression on his face as he took a sip of his deadly drink. “Did someone die?”

“No.”

“Did someone banged then dump you?”

“For fuck sake Dean no.”

Then it hit him…

“Oh…”

“What?” You said feeling the anxiety kicking in.

“I forgot you like my brother.”

“What?!”

“Scoreeeeee.” He was such a child sometimes.

WHAT?! “How do you know?”

“When he came from his morning run all sweaty yesterday, you were drooling. You were more than obvious…”

“Crap. It’s not my fault your brother is perfect.” A sigh left your lips as you felt the embarrassment now kicking in. You just ruined everything. Those stupid feelings were now going to ruin everything you had with Sam and your ability to hunt like a true professional. Love makes us do crazy things and sometimes those things get the best of us.

“First of all, no and second, why don’t you just talk to him?”

“I don’t want to ruin everything. He’s my friend, my family I don’t want to fuck it up over a lame little crush.”

“Dude…” Dean laughed.

“What,dude?”

“He likes you, you idiot.”

“Yeah sure.” You said now feeling like complete shit. Dean maybe thought Sam had more than friendly feelings towards you but you knew better. It seemed far too unreal.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.”

“He told me (Y/N).”

You froze completely. It was like someone poured a mixture of euphoria and anxiety in your brain and not so gently mixed everything up and confused you. “He- he did?”

“Well not directly but he asked me if something is wrong with you because you have been acting strange lately around him.”

“That doesn’t prove-“

“I also caught him checking out your ass multiple times.” He cut you off.

“I still don’t believe you, I’m going to bed.”

“Good night you ass.”

“Good night idiot.” You said and gave him a peace sign before you left the room and went to bed.

You had finally managed to get couple of hours of sleep without any problems. You haven’t had any bad dreams…or any dreams at all; it was just a blissful black hole your brain was in. You didn’t mind it really, besides your dreams were most of the time more fucked up than your entire life.

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As you lazily opened your eyes, you noticed only darkness. You had to pee. First you looked at clock that said 5am. “Two hours without waking up? Nice.” You thought as you left your room to go to the bathroom. Your eyes were half closed and you were still in clouds. Once you were done, you thought you went to your room. As you laid on the bed you thought it was yours, you noticed something moving. The covers were warm as you thought for a split second “Why does my bed feel different?” You were too tired to answer your own question so you decided to ignore it. You maybe went to Dean’s room by mistake, he was two doors next to you and between the two of you was Sam’s room. You snuggled against the warm body and fully closed your eyes. As soon as you started to drift the body lying next to you moved. You felt strong hands wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. Something was off…

“(Y/N)?” You heard his voice as he whispered into your ear. But it wasn’t Dean.

“Sam?” You were wide awake now. Fully aware of what just happened your brain wanted you to just leave, but your heart…”I’m sorry I missed my room.” You said lazily. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” He said and placed a kiss on your neck. As his lips touched your skin you could feel yourself blushing in pinch black. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too Sammy. Good night.”

“Good night.”

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godspeedmajortom · 2 months

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A personal reflection on Day 1 of Disco Elysium that I want to get out of my drafts...

I was crying by the end of the first in-game night in Disco Elysium. For a couple of reasons, the main one being that the order I did things on Day 1 made for a real emotional build up that needed an outlet.

I faffed about Martinaise most of the first day because I was scared of the Endurance check to get close to the body. It was late afternoon by the time I actually attempted it, failed twice, and needed to take an hour to get my shit together. By the time I finished the autopsy and stashed the body in the fridge for later inspection, it was pretty late at night.

So Kim and I went to Bird's Nest Roy's to pawn Kim's spinners so I wouldn't have to sleep in the trash. Already feeling guilty about that, I learned how Harry had pawned his gun because he was afraid he might kill himself with it. While I knew Harry had been waving his gun around the Whirling-in-Rags, I thought that had been a mean joke more than a serious threat. Selling his gun indicated how consciously, dangerously suicidal Harry had been.

Kim and I went back to the Whirling to debrief, and he explained the "pissing contest." Kim thought that Precinct 41 sending Harry was a genuine attempt to win the competition as opposed to how the game trailers frame it: "Precinct 57 sent their best. Precinct 41 sent... you." I didn't really believe Kim, until I went back to my room and read Harry's case files. And it turns out, yeah, Harry was oddly successful at his job. (I hesitate to say he was "good" at being a cop, because in no world should breaking a man's kneecaps and crippling him for life be considered a job well done. But, uh, he didn't get fired and it did "solve" the case.) Harry had colleagues who respected him. He wasn't a complete loss.

Then I opened the compartment and took out the note. Went out to the balcony, just like the city told me, except I held onto it and read it even after she told me to let it go. (Always listen to La Revacholiere.) Dora's note broke me. It took me a while to fully realize why (I wrote notes like that once upon a time), but at the time what struck me was that Harry had been loved. He was lovable. At some point in his life, someone had loved him so heart-achingly much, and he kept that reminder with him even though he'd fallen so far from that time. I started crying reading the note. When Harry passed out after finishing it, I thought I hit a game over and died.

But no, Kim found me (I must have woken him up, it was 2am in game at this point [close to 4am IRL]) and made me drink some water before going to bed. When I did go to sleep after that whole evening, Harry dreamed of the bloated corpse of a drunk, a vision of his past, present, and future. And I was crying again.

It wasn't just seeing his body strung up on the tree emanating disco light, though that image itself shook me. The Ancient Reptilian Brain informed me that Dora left while Harry just kept drinking. And I thought, if someone told me a story about a woman who left her abusive, alcoholic partner, I wouldn't be sad at all. She would be completely within her rights, and he would have to deal with the fallout of his actions. But encountering the story this way – from the perspective of an amnesiac discovering his history as someone who was loved and respected being driven to absolutely obliterating himself – I couldn't help but cry.

#disco elysium #disco elysium spoilers #disco elucidations

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kitkatyes · 1 month

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I can’t sleep so here’s my thoughts on a hypothetical tma ieytd au

Something, something major tma + minor ieytd 3 spoilers

I really like the thought of Phoenix being in artefact storage. But, like, they’re more into the artefact retrieval aspect of it. I can just imagine Phoenix breaking into someplace with half an earbud in plugged into some mobile phone from who-knows-when with their handler rattling on about what they need to get

I’m tossing up weather Zor or Morales should be the head of the institute. They both make sense, I think. Both are the big bosses of their companies, after all. Wait… what if it’s a Jonah situation: it’s Morales’ body but Zor’s mind??? I feel like such a genius (it is 2am, I am exhausted from my schools production and I’m letting my brain run wild)

Okay, whoever is the Elias stand-in would Know that Phoenix is an avatar of the End (their uncanny ability to escape death etc.) and thus, keeps sending them to get all the artefacts: it is quite annoying to replace staff that have been devoured via homophobic vases and other such artefacts, after all. Their handler is none the wiser to the

Juniper would definitely try and do the Unknowing and Phoenix has definitely confiscated at least one of his masks over the years

HOLY SHIT WHAT ID THE HANDLER WAS LIKE SASHA AND GOT FUCKING SNATCHED KDNFVKJHFD

I AM CONNECTING THR DOTS— THINKING OF OPERATION SAFE AND SOUND WHERE JUNIPER STEALS HIS VOICE WHAT IF HE JUST STEALS HIS BEING???

PHOENIX DOESNT NOTICE BUT PRISM DOES AND THEN THEY REALISE

I love Phoenix so much (giving them immense trauma)

What if after that, they get ‘promoted’ to the archives branch— either as archival assistant or The Archivist

“I understand that your coworker was forcibly replaced by some weird creature but here, do paperwork instead of running around like a lunatic; I promise it’ll make you feel better”

Worm incident but it’s bees. I don’t think I need to explain who this is

Im gonna go pass out now bc i desperately need sleep, gn

#ieytd #tma #tma spoilers #minor ieytd 3 spoilers #ieytd/tma #👀#I go a bit insane in this one #kitkatrambles #xey ramble a lot hhhhh #I’m going to bed now

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notafragileegg · 1 month

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Ever felt extremely tired / straight up fell asleep due to boredom? Congratulations! You might have experienced this weird thing called "intrusive sleep".

(I am gonna link a few sources, it's a really fascinating thing) Intrusive sleep is such a weird thing. It happens particularly often in people with ADHD.

Our nervous systems apparently just disengage out of SHEER BOREDOM! It might lead to drowsiness or collapse on the spot due to abrupt tiredness.

Apparently, it happens because our brains see no point in "wasting energy" on the current task

Article 1 | Article 2

My personal experience with this is something I'd like to share. I luckily don't have the variant where I just suddenly drop to the floor and sleep. I occasionally get extremely tired and drowsy when I don't know what to do / get overwhelmed with a boring task. It's like an INTENSE feeling of tiredness that takes over my entire body and sensory processing. Things start moving slower, my thoughts start forming into dreams and I fall asleep within 1-2 minutes for a couple of minutes to an hour.

This is extremely difficult to handle when I have to listen to a monotone teacher, watch a documentary, or even read a book. My brain just goes "oh... well, fuck this" and just sends me to sleep.

The part that annoys me most is when I tell people about this problem I have, that's actually impacting my ability to live like I want to, some have told me that I should be thankful for being able to fall asleep on command. The thing is, this is not a restful sleep, nor is it like a nap, it's almost like I just lose all motor ability, skip a bit of time, and wake up like nothing happened. Maybe my hand is sore because I fell asleep on top of it, but that's pretty much the only change besides a bit of left-over drowsiness. + IT HAPPENS WHEN I DON'T WANT IT TO

I have only recently tried to do something against it after realizing it's most likely an ADHD thing - so I took the approach of pumping myself with AS MUCH GOOD STIMULATION AS I CAN HANDLE until I am awake; I put on some music, get some easy snacks, fill my water bottle with cold water and just hope, that that's enough to basically stop my brain from deactivating me temporarily.

Intrusive sleep is definitely something I want to learn more about and might make a follow-up post about. I just had this intense urge to write a post at 2am (this definitely doesn't help with my other sleep issues lmao). I just hope it's legible and hopefully somewhat interesting to read.

#neurodiversity #adhd #actual adhd #actually adhd #intrusive sleep #adhd problems #adhd things #adhd brain #adhd experience

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irenes-journal · 10 months

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Hi everyone, welcome to my brain being overly active at 2am because of medicine and an awful sleep pattern thanks to being super sick for like two and a half weeks.

So under that post I reblogged from aphtwt confessions saying they hated Laurance, I mentioned in the tags (before I changed them) about how Laurance sees Aphmau during the pregnancy “arc” (it was literally in the 97th episode so I’m not sure how much of an arc is really is) and I wanted to explain it further since I feel like I did a bad job doing it originally.

Disclaimer before I start: I don’t like the pregnancy subplot lol. I don’t think that’s necessarily unpopular either. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen so I’m going to to analyze it anyway, especially because what spawned this post specifically mentions it.

So obviously in canon, Laurance eavesdropped on Aph when she admitted to being pregnant to Katelyn, Zoey, and Cadenza. I always thought when I was younger that Laurance responding like he did (going full shadow knight and answering the calling of the Nether) ONLY because of a pregnancy was weird. Like that’s really dramatic of a response, and I really hated it. So I decided to ease the many questions that have plagued my mind for years by coming up with this explanation onto why he reacted so strongly.

Simply, Laurance put way too many of his feelings into Aphmau. She was a physical manifestation of his humanity in a way, the feelings he felt for her is what kept him in tact. He was holding out a hope that she will reciprocate those feelings to him, and practically “bring him back from the dead.” But she didn’t reciprocate those feelings, which in turn “killed” Laurance.

While I personally hate the narrative of “because I was here earlier, I deserve her more than you do,” it was obvious that was being written in MCD. Garroth did it to Laurance, and Laurance did it to Aaron. This mindset is what evidently “killed” Laurance off, he was holding out for something that was not going to happen. He unknowingly put his feelings of humanity on an unwilling subject, and that was Aphmau.

Laurance didn’t seem like he wanted to even admit that he had died sometimes. He wanted to continue being a guard, serving a lord and protecting people. He wanted to be that morally upstanding individual. He wanted love, pain, joy, sadness…he just wanted feelings. But the call of the Nether made it harder for him to feel that range of emotion. He became more short tempered, bitter, and pained. But a sliver of him had hope, that’s what kept him in tact. But his hope was attached to a person. There was a risk that would backfire on him, that he would be hurt and then lose control. That’s exactly what happened to him.

He could have been like Vylad, and try to detach/squash many of the feelings he has as he tries to gain better control over himself. Vylad was very controlled, and that’s why he tried to help Laurance like he did. But possibly there wasn’t enough time for Laurance to truly learn how to do that before his fragile state evidently cracked with something as deep and consuming as heartbreak. Since he could no longer find the means or the will to control it, he decided to leave. He probably thought that he was going to hurt those he cared about regardless of staying or leaving, and leaving at least ensured that they would at least be safe from him. That or he didn’t want to deal with it.

Aphmau is not at fault for falling in love with someone else. She did not choose to be Laurance’s emotional link to humanity, it was just unknowingly placed upon her. Despite how many people dislike aarmau or Aaron, being romantically involved with him isn’t an immoral act of her character. It’s just a disappointment to viewers who were long term garmau or laurmau fans.

Should Laurance have put his feelings humanity into something else? Probably. Putting all of your faith into a person (and their feelings about you) who could very well disappoint you, even if you don’t want to admit it, is not the smartest move. But that sliver of hope and feelings of love made him see the world, specifically her, through rose colored glasses. He didn’t logically make a decision to put that much level of importance onto Aphmau, it was his heart talking over his head. But he did, and that’s how he ended up digging his own grave.

#I’m hoping I didn’t get any canon shadow knight lore wrong while writing this #I did do it at like 2-3am from memory so I’m just hoping it’s all right #if anyone has a different interpretation I’d love to hear it!#aphmau #aphblr #minecraft diaries #aphverse #mcd #laurance zvahl #mcd aphmau #mcd meta

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