#...Enough of this I'm going to bed now. My sleep schedule is so horribly out of whack I don't even really enjoy staying up this late

[humanmorph]

remembered wayne&co were doing a thing today & after watching a bit I just had the thought 'maybe its supposed to be unfunny to subvert expectations even more' which surely is a sign this just isn't for me

[lunamochii]

'your love and support is what keeps me going.' oikawa toru x f!reader

"Are you coming? Class is going to start."

You read the message of your friend replied "I am, just buying something." Bowing to the shopkeeper, you exited the shop and prepared your speech on why you are late to your teacher. Thankfully, she just let you in and your friends is eyeing you suspiciosly.

The class went on for an hour and half and with each minute passing by, you can tell your body temperature rising. You thought your fever will go away yesterday since you just stayed all day at your house. You even said no to the date you supposed to have with Oikawa. The moment the class ended, you excused yourself from your friends who wanted to know why you're late, you were never late.

"Shit.." You whine when you felt the throbbing pain inside your head again, you already drink some medicine but it's not doing any good. Looking at yourself at the mirror, you look horrible.

"Are you okay, miss?" Looking up, you notice some first years and you just weakly smiled at them

"I am, thanks." They just nodded and went out of the bathroom, after fixing yourself. You tried your best to get to your classroom, your vision getting blurry and it's like everything is spinning. The moment you open the door of your room, your head began to throb, horribly.

Last thing you heard is the voice of your classmates and friends screaming your name.

The last thing Oikawa wants right now is the attention from his fans, he likes it don't get him wrong but he really wants to focus on their training this time.

"Are you still mad because she declined your date?"

Iwaizumi said when he approach the setter, Oikawa woke him up at the middle of his nap just to cry and whine on how you don't love him anymore. He knows his bestfriend is a lil'bit dramatic so he let him rant and he just went back to sleep.

"We planned it for so long! She knows our schedule doesn't match up so we specifically agreed on that date."

The brunette huff and spike the ball he was holding and let out a sigh, if something came up you would've told him. Iwaizumi stared at his bestfriend before shrugging and returning to practice, some time later there was a commotion at the entrance of th gym

"Please! We need to speak to Oikawa-san!"

"I told you that his busy!"

Coach Nobuteru glared at his captain and Oikawa grimace and went to calm down his 'fans' but before he could speak, your angry bestfriend shove all the girls and glared to Oikawa

"Your girlfriend collapsed!"

He didn't need to get a go signal from his coach and sprinted towards the clinic of their school. He never ran that fast all his life, he was panting, hard, catching his breath as he entered the clinic where he saw you getting check up by the nurse

"Baby.." he manage to blurt out while wiping the sweat off from his face and approach where you are "Rest for 15 minutes first. Oikawa take her home after she take this medicine." He nodded and grab the medicine from the nurse's hand. The nurse excuse herself and slightly close the curtain, enough to cover you and Oikawa.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You look at him and sighs "You have a match coming up, I wouldn't want you catching my sickness."

It's true but you could have inform him, he grab the stool and sat beside you. You laid down on the bed, facing him. Your right hand slowly coming up to cup his cheeks and he groan feeling how hot your palm is.

"I'm sorry. I know we've been looking forward for our date yesterday... I'm so-"

"Shush it doesn't matter. All that matters is you'll be healthy and energetic again, okay? Now, rest. I'll go get our things, when I come back you'll take this medicine and we'll go home, okay?"

Even if you are wearing a facemask, he can still see your smile. He lean forward and kiss your forehead and almost curse when he felt his lips get burn. Even if he misses the practice tomorrow, he'll nurse you back to help. He won't get weak just by missing a single practice. Plus, when you are all well again he'll have your whole love and support and it's enough to fuel his desire to win everything in life.

[weebsinstash]

OHOHOHO, I absolutely LOVE the idea of an unhinged, yandere omega. Who would ever suspect the 'soft little omega' as an actual danger? What can they do, cmon, you should be flattered~

Or even if it's someone like Miguel as an omega, despite him being Absolutely Huge and totally able to crush you like an empty soda can there's this... lingering /urge/ to protect and serve him that he takes full and absolute advantage of.

Like, say he decides he needs an assistant to help him keep track of his busy schedule and any objections you come up with straight up don't matter because He's An Omega and you Have To Help Him. Or just kind of plucks you up one day and informs you you are now on call for his upcoming heats- what're you gonna do, tell this 'clearly vulnerable and fragile' Omega you aren't interested?

You can be chatting to someone and have him come up and literally drag you off and EVERYONE dismisses it or blames you for setting off his fucking 'nesting' instincts like he's not a grown ass man capable of making his own damn decisions.

Or even him pheromone bombing you to make you all pliable and agreeable when he needs it. His Alpha is getting fussy? He just forces your face into his neck until you go all soft and dazed and fuzzy, letting him do whatever he wants because you're just absolutely punch-drunk.

Anon you are opening my mind's third eye right now, there's a post I think about from time to time and it was kinda about gender roles and like certain things being subjective and it was someone going "am I still butch if I have plushies all over my bed" and someone replied something like "dude that's butch as hell, you have all these cute tiny creatures you're being a guardian of and feel protective of"

You're just a female Alpha trying to mind your own business and one day you get a good WHIFF of those Certified Omega Miguel Pheromones and suddenly your stupid ass Hormone Brain is going "hey, hey, you know what would be very Alpha of you. If you took care of that Omega by getting pregnant and giving him a baby. Don't you want to give the Omega a cute little baby or two to take care of and give kisses to and buy little baby clothes for? Don't you want to see his big strong arms holding a lil teeny baby? He'd be SO HAPPY if you gave him a lil baby. Just one. Or a few. Provide for your Omega by taking a fat cream pie from that man. Dont you want the Omega to be happy" and from then on your coochie/instincts are like screaming out half the time you're around him

I guess it can kind of vary depending on how "all consuming" you prefer like heats and ruts and pheromones to be/have an effect on you

And like, yandere and not wanting anyone else besides you or not, I'm sure like he has plenty of fans right but he probably intimidates the fuck out of most people so, you know, he probably intimidates most Alphas too

You're helping him in his office and you can tell he's got a bad migraine from being light sensitive and suddenly you're overwhelmed with the urge to rub his back and ask if he needs anything. You're bringing the man food and drinks every so often and make sure to ask him when he's got enough sleep. One may think, "oh you're a submissive Omega serving and obeying your Alpha" nah son YOU'RE the Alpha and like yeah you are being just nice and compassionate but, you're PROVIDING for him

Fucking nesting ass Miguel. It depends on preference since with ABO sometimes you know, Things Are Different Downstairs, we all need a little girldick from time to time, but, him developing the nesting instincts not even for himself he's like preparing for YOU to be pregnant. Scurrying around making sure his home is well stocked and rationed up like he's a squirrel storing for the winter because, he doesn't want his Alpha to not be able to soothe all her cravings 🥺🥺🥺 that would make him a Bad Terrible Horrible Omega and also you need the utmost care for the baby/babies/pups/whatever word you prefer

The pheromone bombing, godddd. Even if you're still mad and upset I imagine from a biological standpoint that it would at least like, help your body stop like reacting to any negative stress, like how you can be anxious or you can be Anxious Anxious where you're literally having heart palpitations and your chest feels tighter, like, he doesn't want his Alpha to be too stressed 🥺 you want him to bake you some sopapillas or something?

Lyla all "heyyyyy call me crazy but I think judging by the way Reader is so antsy and stockin up on food lately that SOMEONE is about to have their rut ;) maybe you should pop on for a visit"

Miguel: I dunno if I should

Lyla: why, because its questionably ethical and she might sleep with you when she's not in the right state of mind?

Miguel: no because what if I can't please her in bed and she doesn't like me 🥺👉👈

This man sees you holding Mayday ONCE and suddenly he's got a mental catalogue with all the different ways your potential babies could look. Would you let him name any of them Gabriella after his daughter or Gabriel after his brother? Would they have your eyes or his? Hair color? What if you spit out an Alpha with his height? Or maybe you two would have cute Omega babies just like their mom. He's just sitting there mentally going 🥰🥰🥰 while Lyla is snapping her fingers in front of his face "Hey, Hey, Earth to Planet DILF, you've never even kissed her yet, buddy"

Your rut hits and you're isolated in your Nueva York cyberpunk apartment which or course he has the pass key for and, "oh gosh Reader are you ok-- oh no you're suddenly pushing me down and ripping my clothes off, oh noooOoooOoo I sure hope you don't get prrrrregante, I didn't bring any protection 👉👈 *wink wink*"

[paikothecateater]

ok but Imagine norway waking up in the early hours of the morning and being like "Iceland? you're here too?"

"yeah...I....had a nightmare"

"mmm...I see.."

and then they talk for a while until sweden wakes up to the soft talking of his baby bros🤍

Alright alright, I know my fics are late as all hell, so you guys at least get a little scenario. I'm also going to change up my regular dialogue style to see if I like it so yay!

Consider this a mini fic.

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Nightmares were not a very common occurrence for Iceland. He was known as the best sleeper out of all the Nordics. He had probably the best sleep schedule, he wasn't a light sleeper, and he was generally more easily capable of falling asleep quickly.

That is to say, he has no idea what to do in case of one.

And that's how a very disturbed Iceland ended up outside Norway's door. Waking Norway is something Iceland would usually consider a cardinal sin as Norway, unlike Iceland, is a notoriously horrible sleeper.

Even so, Iceland was willing to do it in this case only Norway was nowhere to be found.

Willing to accept defeat and go back to bed, Iceland made his way back down the hall only to realise that his room was not the only one that was lit.

A faint light was also pouring out of Sweden's room.

Iceland peered inside to find a very much awake Sweden with a book in one hand and Norway tucked up and asleep right next to him.

Sweden looks up from his book and makes eye contact with Iceland.

"oh... Iceland..." he whispered. "could you close the door?"

Iceland nodded and made a move to shut the door. Sweden could recognise the shakey uncertain mannerisms of someone who's not doing too great only too well.

"don't tell me you also had a nightmare..." he whispered again.

Iceland awkwardly nodded.

"you were looking for Norway, weren't you?"

Another nod.

"well... He also had a nightmare and had a similar idea as you can see."

One more awkward nod.

"well? Come here."

Iceland shuts the door and heads over to Sweden's side, standing there awkwardly.

"you don't need an invitation, Iceland. Come on."

Iceland climbs up beside him.

Sweden takes off his glasses and places them and the book on his nightstand followed by putting his arm around Iceland.

Iceland finally realises how tired he is and comforted by both his brother and Sweden's presence, Iceland finally goes back to sleep.

7:00am.

Not even Denmark had woken up yet.

Norway, of all people, began slowly waking. Slightly disorientated because he wasn't in his own bed, he started looking around to get his bearings only to realise that not only was Sweden there, but so was Iceland.

He reaches over and gently strokes his little brother's hair. Iceland's eyelids flutter open and he realises his brother is awake.

"Norway..." he whispers faintly.

"shh... You had a nightmare too, didn't you...?" he responds gently.

Iceland nods.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there... But it looks like Sweden stepped up... For both of us, that is."

"it's okay..."

"it is now... Did you at least sleep well here?"

"mm..."

Norway leans over to kiss Iceland's forehead. The movement wakes Sweden.

"... Awake? Both of you?" he mumbles in a sleepy way.

"yes..." Norway responded.

"sleep well?"

"yes."

"and you? Iceland?"

"mhm..."

Sweden sighs and pulls them both in closer.

"this is nice, isn't it?"

He strokes their hair very methodically.

"yes... Thanks, söta bror... We should do this again sometime..."

"hah... Maybe if one of you, I won't say who, would do something about those sinuses and the other would find a way to channel all that aggression when he's conscious and not cradled up in my arms."

Iceland goes red. He didn't know he had been thrashing in his sleep.

Sweden turns to him.

"and you need to stop being so stiff around me. I know our relationship hasn't always been close, but I love you, and I need to know that you trust me enough to come to me if you need me, okay?"

Iceland nods awkwardly.

For a few more moments, the three have peace...

... Until the sound of Denmark tripping and falling down the stairs reminds them that they can't stay all cuddled up and warm in bed forever.

Unfortunately...

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Woo! Cute stuff! Cute wholesome stuff!

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 4 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

My bed is soft. Very soft. I don't want to leave, but I have to.

"C'mon, Yuu! We're gonna be late! Myaah, wake up! We have class!" Okay, he has a point. Being late to class on the first day would be horrible, both for our reputation and Vil's.

Mustering all my willpower, I drag myself out of the warmth and onto the cold floor. Oh, slippers! That's much better.

...Hold on.

"Grim, when did I change into my pajamas?"

"You didn't. Vil used magic to swap what you were wearing with those. He said he didn't want to wake you up." Grim beams. "I managed that trick, too! Look at me, mya-ha!"

Sure enough, Grim is wearing a white, collared button-down, a black-and-white striped tie, a purple vest that matches his magestone, and a dark grey jacket to top it all off. Worn below the collar of the button-down is the collar with his magestone, and there's a violet string-looking thing with a red stripe down the middle tied around his left front leg, held in place with a golden emblem that's carved to look like Pomefiore's crest. He has no pants, but that's pretty much what I expected.

"Your uniform's in the dresser, Grim's familiar."

"Come on, Mandible. You know his name."

...Korrak sounds exhausted! Is he not used to this kind of sleep schedule? I wouldn't be surprised. Mandible did mention that he has pilot parents, after all.

Oh, right. My uniform. Sure enough, it's in the top drawer of my nightstand, neatly folded. Looks like it has all the same parts as Grim's, plus pants, shoes, and socks. There's boxers in there, too. Better go change. Didn't I hear a sophomore mention walk-in closets at the entrance ceremony?

Yep, there's a door over by the foot of my bed. That must be the closet, which is soon revealed to be walk-in. Hey, there's a light! And a full-length mirror!

...This is probably a changing room. Oh, well. Figuring out where and how everything goes on is a walk in the park, and there's a shoe rack on my left. The only pair that seems appropriate for a regular school day are the loafers, so that's what I put on.

"Myaah, you look awesome!"

"Thanks, Grim! You wear it better, though."

"No way! We're familiars, so we both look equally awesome!"

Aww. "I'll let you have this one, Grim."

"Hey, Yuu and Grim. I've got your schedules over here. Says you're in class B. We aren't, unfortunately." Korrak frowns once he's done speaking, but I don't realize why until he pokes Mandible. "Hey, wake up. We have class too, you know."

Grim goes and gets the schedule from Korrak, and carries it back to me. Upon examination, I learn class does not start for another hour.

"Korrak, do you know why we're up this early?"

He sighs, unsuccessful thus far in his attempts to wake the exhausted opossum on his bed. "Breakfast and skincare routine. Both are mandatory in Pomefiore, and this wake-up time is recommended by our housewarden." Yeah, that explains it.

Mandible wakes at the mention of food. "Breakfast? Where?"

Korrak's face is what you'd expect from a sitcom mom. "The dorm dining room. Today it's fruit, I think."

Mandible's tiredness vanishes from his face instantaneously when Korrak says the word "fruit." Mine does the same.

I grab Grim. "C'mon, breakfast!" He does not complain.

Soon after stuffing our faces with way too much watermelon, Vil stops us in the hall.

"You fell asleep before I could give you this. All yours. Use it now. And Grim should be brushed every morning before you dress him." Vil hands me a small cardboard box that feels magically reinforced. He does not let go until I'm firmly holding it, probably because it's far heavier than it looks once he does.

"He dressed himself. Is there a cat brush in here?"

Vil nods. "There most certainly is." With that, he's gone. I set off to the room I fell asleep in last night.

There's a lot of people in here, but it still isn't hard to find an empty seat. I remove Grim's little uniform (as much as I don't want to) and begin brushing him. The process only takes a few minutes, and I use the opportunity to chat with Korrak, who's in the seat to my right.

"So, what class are you in? Grim and I are in class A."

"Me and Mandible are in class B. I hope it goes well."

The kid on my left speaks up. He has beautiful, fluffy, lavender hair and the second-prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen, in my biased-toward-Grim opinion.

"Hey, me too! What're you named?"

"Uh, Korrak. And this is Mandible. What's your name?"

I sit and return the cat brush to its spot in the box before reading the instructions for the skincare products. A few of them are for Grim, so I pull those out first- while continuing to eavesdrop, of course.

" 'S Epel! I like that there 'possum- 'Mandible', eh?"

I smile. The instructions are easier to follow than I thought they'd be, and the blooming friendship makes excellent background noise.

[yankstrash]

okay okay maybe meels had a really bad sleep, like shockingly bad, and she’s so frustrated because when she finally feels like she’s sleeping gabe has to go to class. and she’s literally so distraught about him leaving and maybe he leaves maybe he doesn’t i’ll leave that up to you🤭

she goes over to gabes to get some sleep but he's putting his backpack on right as she walks into his room.

"wha-where are you going?" she asks

gabe turns around, confused because he didn't know she was coming over

"class, baby. my 11 am" he says as more of a question, because meels does know his schedule but right now she wasn't thinking about that. she was only thinking about laying down with her boyfriend and getting some damn sleep

she stood there limply, her eyes barely hanging open but being open enough to feel tears forming

"everything okay meels?" gabe asks

amelia shakes her head before burying it in her hands

"woah woah baby, what's wrong?" gabe asks, going over to embrace her

"i'm so tired!" she cries out. "i slept so horribly last night and i just wanted to come here and lay down with you and get some sleep but now you're leaving!"

meels couldn't even explain herself further than that, she was just exhausted.

"oh baby," gabe says, stroking her hair. "you can stay here and nap and i'll join you after class."

this doesn't satisfy meels one bit.

"but i need you now! and when you get back from class you're just going to have to leave for practice!!"

amelia wasn't sure what was overtaking her right now. she has never and would never ask gabe to skip class, but right now she wanted nothing more than that.

she rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him with teary eyes.

"just this once, just once, could i be so selfish and ask you to skip class and lay with me? please baby?" amelia pleads

there was no way gabe could look at the bags under his girlfriends eyes and the obvious lack of sleep and exhaustion in her features and say no.

"sure baby, get comfy and i'll grab you a hoodie." gabe says

amelia gives him a squeeze before getting cozy in gabes bed while he drops his backpack and retrieves her a sweatshirt.

he hands it to her and she slips it over her head before joining her in bed

she snuggles right onto his chest and gabe places a kiss on her head

"get some sleep, princess."

[frasermints]

it's 12:07 am. i'm hanging my jeans on the rack in the living room to dry. i have my right airpod in, leftover from our five (5) phone calls [7 hours 24 minutes 21 seconds] today. are you what you want to be by foster the people is playing.

you fell asleep on me again, like you have a couple times now. you always apologize for it when you wake up, which i think is stupid. i tell you so each time. that it's okay, that i'm fine with it if you fall asleep. i can never find the right time to tell you that it makes me happy, that it makes me proud (of you) that you fell asleep.

when i was younger we brought this little girl into our home temporarily. we were a foster home for several kids between my birth and the birth of The Kid. this little girl often fell asleep in the living room, face down, in the middle of the day. sometimes while she was eating, or watching tv, or in the middle of a conversation.

her social worker laughed when my mom asked if we did something wrong. she said no, that it meant she felt safe, and to let her keep doing it. that it was probably the best sleep she'd had in years.

when we first started talking, i wasn't sleeping either. i'd go to bed at 2 or 3 in the morning and wake back up at 6 or 7. you were always awake when i was online. we talked about it - your horrible sleep schedule, my horrible sleep schedule. we talked about you trying to fix it, and failing miserably.

when we started talking, we didn't exactly do a good job at managing our schedules either. i remember many a night staying up until 2 or 3 or 4 my time. and you're, like, 2 hours ahead of me. i can't imagine how much worse it was for you.

but now you fall asleep in my ear. i get to listen to you snore for much longer than i admit to your face. i get to listen to you roll over and throw your phone in your sleep. i get to listen to the cats meow at you and i get to listen to you ignore them, out like a light.

these things ask the biggest questions to me // and it's are you what you want to be? // well are you what you want to be?

i think i am. for the first time ever. i am surrounded by people that are dear to me. i am comfortable in my own skin. i am filled with immense amounts of love.

you feel safe enough to fall asleep in my ear, and i feel safe enough to let you.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

The great regular sleep experiment of 2024 day uh... "too much tea"

Well it turns out that while caffeine helps me sleep fine for my morning slot... Drinking a lot of fluids doesn't...

Other than being up to pee a whole lot, I slept well enough, ended up staying in bed till closer to 3 on account of the getting up to pee a bunch. Lesson learned. That could have gone way worse.

I *think* these sleep shifts are as good as it's going to get. One is even right after morning errands where I get in, put stuff away and want nothing more than to shower and fall into bed.

Also Pumpkin will let me sleep for 4 hours at a time, if it's at times he's used to me doing it and if it doesn't go on much longer than that... Because babies [cats] need to be fed every 4 hours :/ [this one does]

Right now I'm still a bit hyper-thyroid though, and it just got warm out, and I think my immune system is 'activating' against something again, so I have been trying to push myself to do chores if I am going to be awake and feel physically horrible anyway.

I did that thing where after scrubbing the floor yesterday and letting it dry, I swept it again today in greater detail and washed it again. Ooooh aaaah clean floors. Cleaned the toilet, washed dishes, did some sink laundry.

AND I FOUND MY 'O' KEY!!! I have a full keyboard again!

The main thing is I am trying to keep all the cleaning and organizing 1. Quiet and 2. done at a pace I could maintain on most days, because if I get a bee in my bonnet about it and wear myself down, i might get a huge chunk done... I might even get the 'rest' as done as it can be, but then I will crash and have to recover, which might mean falling behind on everything again and breaking any fragile habits, and I don't want to do that...

The only issue I see with this sleep schedule is it tends to take me 4 ish hours to wake up after sleeping and a bit to wind down... So the 5 hours between my sleeps works fine on days where I can spend that 5 hours doing nothing much, but on days where I need to do stuff --that isn't groceries before morning bedtime and crashing-- it means 8 hours spent sleeping, plus the five in between that I can't use, plus another 3 minimum to get running, plus whatever hours I sleep past 2pm because i need extra sleep, and then having those remaining hours be in the middle of the night.

The only other way to approach it is by waking up and immediately throwing myself into doing things before I am awake enough to process anything, like how much it hurts... And that can be okay for basic cleaning, but I am so out-of-it when I first wake up that doing anything with anything heavy or sharp or powered becomes actively dangerous. ... Which is why it usually takes me 4 ish hours to get running because otherwise I am not alert... and that leaves... maybe 7 hours. Mostly being at night will add to my ability to being alert, and those hours would be great for working on art or writing and quiet creative projects, but it's not workable for any kind of tool use, or any heavy cleaning or organizing. [If I had my own house it would be fine]

And the problem is that if I am left with no times of day that are convenient to do a thing... I end up unconsciously avoiding it without realizing what's getting in my way. I KNOW I do that, so I am trying to set myself up for success instead of failure.

My remaining hope is that as I get used to this schedule, if I can keep it without the *symptoms*... I'll start to get alert or sleepy faster when it's appropriate and struggle less to do things during the 5 hours between sleeps.

On the bright side at least I am *mostly* only fighting my own body for this, but not having roommates to also have to work around... Just apartment neighbours.

If I can just get really used to a half-awake 5 hours of misery on any morning I have to get shit done, it'll be mostly fine, probably??

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi! It's Winter! Have a nice day!

Bed Partners

The constant ringing from her cell phone startled her awake. It had taken her over an hour to fall asleep and she groaned when she looked at the clock glowing on her husband’s side of the bed. 11:45 PM.

“Sweetie, give me space. I need to answer that,” Brigitte whispered. Unfortunately, her words were not met with actions.

She threw her head back on the pillow. It was pointless because he wasn’t going to move. His loud snores were an indication that he was in a deep slumber. Nothing and no one was capable of waking him up at this point.

Brigitte looked at her phone and shrugged. Whoever it is will have to leave a message. 

The dings came through in rapid succession. “Darling, please move.” Her pleas went unanswered and, by now, she knew who was desperately trying to get a hold of her. 

When she was finally able to retrieve her cell phone, she scrolled through the messages, laughing when she saw that all 12 texts were from her husband. She dialled his number and waited for him to answer. (Which he did on the first ring). 

“Chérie! Did I wake you?” Emmanuel shouted enthusiastically into the phone, forgetting there was a 2-hour time difference between him and his wife. 

After a discreet yawn, she smiled, “You did wake me. I'm sorry I couldn’t answer your call - he wouldn’t move.” 

Emmanuel’s heart began to race. “He? He! You’re not alone?” 

“Emmanuel Macron, are you that lost without me that you can’t even think straight.” Brigitte teased. “Check your messages. I sent you a picture of my bed partner.” 

Without hanging up the call, he opened his messages, beaming when he saw a photo of their dog laying next to his wife. 

“See! Nemo is with me. He’s wide awake now. He must have heard your voice on the phone. He misses his daddy.” Brigitte confessed as she nuzzled their dog’s head. “And so do I.” 

Emmanuel had been missing his little family too. He couldn’t wait for this business trip to be over - if only to be back in bed with his wife, holding her as they slept. Their busy schedules made things difficult and time apart was unavoidable. Sometimes he couldn’t wait for his final term to be over.  

“I can’t believe I’m jealous of our dog right now,” Emmanuel admitted. 

“He snores just as loudly as you do, so it sounds like you’re beside me.” Brigitte chuckled and yawned again. “Thank goodness you’re not as hairy.” 

“I’ll let you sleep, chérie. I’ll call you in the morning.” Emmanuel promised. “I love you.” 

“Goodnight, I love you too,” Brigitte replied before ending the call and tossing her phone back on the charger. 

As Emmanuel got ready for bed, his private phone beeped. When he saw who the text was from, he immediately unlocked his phone, concerned that something horrible had happened to Brigitte in the middle of the night. 

Upon opening the message, his face broke out in the brightest smile. 

He read the text out loud: Nemo and I miss you. 

He quickly typed back: I’ll be home in 16 hours. I miss you too. Tell Nemo his daddy will see him soon. And I have a gift for him!  

His eyes lit up when he saw her typing. So, you’re counting down the hours, I see.

His brain moved faster than his thumbs. Always. Being away from you is torture sometimes. 

He waited for her response…. Nothing. 90 seconds had gone by and still no reply. He began to grow anxious until, suddenly, a photo appeared. 

He could barely type: Chérie! Are you naked under the sheet? 

She had angled the bed sheets and camera just enough to expose a generous amount of skin. 

Teasingly, she wrote back: maybe… maybe not. Dream of me tonight and tomorrow you’ll get your answer. 😉 

Hello Winter! ❤️

The little twist of the bed partner! Emmanuel jealous of Nemo is peak jealousy hahaha

Now that Brigitte is naked under the sheet, I hope Nemo is no longer there with her… 💀

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️

[litnerd]

Update on studies (weeks 2-6)

Yup I realize I've not updated in a while. I've been to London for a few days, been sick two times in the course of a month (my immune system is so shitty that I've decided to go back to wearing a mask in lectures) and am now insanely stressed trying to work through every bit of homework that built up during that time :')

A little update on goals I've set for myself just so that I don't lose sight of what I want to do:

- Practice sign language every day.

I actually love the course, it's very fun but I keep only repeating the exercises a day before or on the same day as the course. I wanna do at least 15 minutes of sign language practice every day.

- Finish my term paper.

Yeah, I still haven't finished it simply cause I haven't had enough energy to actually sit down and do it between or after classes. I need a free day, which is hopefully gonna be this thursday, to actually sort out everything. I hope I'll finish it until the 9th of December.

- Stop watching youtube (until the term paper is done). I've successfully gotten off of Instagram, Tiktok etc. but now it sometimes happens I watch YouTube videos for an hour instead of doing something else. And honestly even if I can't concentrate on something productive I'd rather sleep. Or read a book. Or write. Honestly, fuck passive entertainment.

- Go to bed 11 pm latest.

My sleep schedule reverted back to being horrible because I keep texting friends once I don't have classes out of fomo and text them until like 2 in the morning.

That's it. Hopefully once I'm less stressed you'll get a more detailed update. :)

[thecreationofevelyn]

21/12/2023

"The difference is, you are the sunshine I chase, that I worship."

I haven't written anything for quite some time, life has been coming at me hard and fast, and I wasn't expecting this year to go the way it did at all. It has been filled with wonderful highs and devastating lows but I'm lucky enough to be in the company of my soulmate throughout, someone who has held me through it all...

Back in April I sat down to play one of my favorite games The Elder Scrolls Online, to relax for the evening, I was actually planning on staying up to reset my sleeping schedule as I had been unwell and it had knocked me out of routine. I'm pretty silly so I accidentally ended up on the American servers, so luckily even though it was late for me, the game was still active. I requested help from one of my guilds and a few people replied to say they would help, but only one person actually showed up. We got talking and long story short, within the past eight months he has moved countries to live with me, we're engaged to be married and we're expecting a child. It's a funny little story to tell our grandkids, is what we say.

After his visit to the UK to see me back in May, I visited the US in July, it was my first time being on a plane and I was kinda scared but once I was on there I found I love flying, turbulence is actually kinda fun (in small doses). I met his family, saw his hometown, met his friends and melted in the summer heat that was accompanied by a heatwave. My airline also completely messed up my return flight, which resulted in me being "stuck" in the US for another week (something my partner was actually wishing for on the way to dropping me off to the airport!), and like my knight in shining armor, he swung his car right round and said "I'm coming to get you, baby. Don't worry!".

In August, after selling all his possessions, he caught a flight to the UK and moved in with me. It felt wonderful to think there wasn't a limit on our time anymore, that from now on we'd wake up together every day. We had our time to adjust to living together and the ultimate outcome is that we are at home with each other. I now understand why people call their partners their "other half". I introduced him to my Grandmother who was unfortunately in the hospital at the time due to a fall, they chatted, she told him about the war and her life, he held her hand and told her how much he loves me, our plans for the future, that I'm the person he plans on marrying and having his children with. As I gave her a hug and a kiss goodbye, she squeezed my hand and said "He is wonderful." I replied, "I know". My grandma would always tell me "I hope you find someone who loves you properly, I'd love for you to be happy and have someone who will take care of you.", after living through years of abuse and hardship, I had grown into a horrible sense in hyper-independence and would tell her I was happy and I didn't need taking care of, but deep down, I always wished for the same too, I had just given up hope.

Sadly, that visit was the last time I got to speak to my Grandma, that night she had a stroke and I could speak to her but she wasn't really there...she held on for as long as she could, until she also caught Covid. She passed away in her sleep, thankfully in a comfortable bed surrounded by caring nurses, on the 2nd of October 2023. She lived to see her 94th birthday, on which I made a fuss of relighting her birthday candles because in the rush of filming her, we forgot to catch a photo of her. I'm glad I made a fuss, it was the last photo I would get of her, and it is a beautiful one.

On the 14th of October, I realized I could smell things a lot stronger; I took a pregnancy test...or twelve...and all came back positive. Our baby will be a Leo, the same star sign as my Grandma. Sometimes I think she held on until she was convinced I had found proper love.

We have made the decision to move to America in February to be around family, we will be working and saving and growing towards the plans we have made for our lives. I know my Grandma would be telling me to go and do it, I know she would be happy that for the first time in my life, I'm actually happy and doing what I want to do with my life.

I'm now two months pregnant and I've been having nausea but nothing to bad, it is manageable. The exhaustion is starting to slow down too, so I'm getting ready to begin being creative again with my YouTube channel. We have a lot of selling, packing, and preparing to do in the next two months, but in the meantime...it is almost Christmas, our first together, and it's also my birthday on the same day. My partner told me a story of how when he was Eleven years old his aunt asked him what he wanted for Christmas, and he replied "I don't want anything. Just a picture of my future wife.". He tells me now "And then you're born on Christmas Day...you're my Christmas present!".

Peace, Evee xo

[dzpenumbra]

7/10/23

Goddammit, I was lined up to start this at 2:30 today. I had it all planned out and everything. I had my small dinner at midnight and I was going to finish up some work and then hop on here and do this and then get to bed at a decent hour. And, of course, I got sidetracked and sucked into something and now it's 4:30.

Let's start from the top. My neighbor was making creaking and bumping noises above my head from 9AM until I finally got up around 2 or 3. The first time I woke up, I literally felt like I fell off a cliff. Like... I remember vividly a time I was hiking in Fall off-trail and I slipped on dry leaves and started sliding downhill a few feet towards a 25+ foot cliff... that feeling. My heart was pounding through my solar plexus. It was so fucking jarring that I went to my very special sketchbook that I only put the most important, most meaningful things in... and I did my best attempt to draw my Primal Self getting the shit scared out of him.

I then did a sketch of Me... trying to calm my Primal Self down from a distance, as it was coiled up and frightened like a wild skunk that broke in and somehow trapped itself in your entry room, at the moment when you flip the lights on and it backs itself into a corner and starts screeching at you. My role being... reassuring from a distance and showing the surroundings to him. Prove to him that he's safe.

It deeply upset me. It's horrible. It was so upsetting that I resolved to get to bed early, because... I mean... yes, I will feel the same kind of scared if I wake up suddenly and it's pitch dark out... but not to the degree that I will if I wake up to someone SLAMMING something 6 feet above my head. And these motherfuckers are not awake at 4 AM. Unless it's the day before Easter and they are having family over and they get the sudden urge to vacuum their apartment...

At this point, fixing my sleep schedule feels like it's getting to be a matter of physical health. Not just mental or spiritual health. It is not physically healthy for my body to be subjected to this level of stress regularly. Here's the worst part. I can try to justify to my nervous system "it's just people being people, they're just living their life, you're okay..." And it does work to turn my inner alarm system off after the fact... very effectively, too. But I can't rewire my inner alarm systems to get used to loud bangs and crashes, HUMAN SOUNDS, 6 feet away from my head when I live alone. It's simply a survival thing. It's a self-preservation thing, it's just not smart for me to train the autonomic system in my subconscious that the sound of human activity that appears from the senses to be coming from inside my home, when I live alone... is a perfectly safe sound to be hearing while I'm fucking unconscious.

In case I'm not connecting the dots clear enough, the problem is that my nervous system is correct. It's reacting appropriately. I should be startled if I hear fireworks or a car backfiring a block away. I should be alert to that. Does that mean piss myself? No. But if I hear a sound that sounds like someone climbing the stairs to my bedroom, I better be wide the fuck awake and out of bed. And the adrenaline surge I was provided with this morning was enough for me to leap out of bed and fight a fucking bear.

So yeah, I'm a bit upset about this situation. Still. And it's not like I have a lot of living options... the housing market is fucking laughable. Almost as absurd as the healthcare situation. So... I just have to figure this out, one way or another.

I tried to just... resolve to get to bed earlier. It seemed like the best solution overall. The current hour is testament that... that did not go as planned.

I went downstairs, did my Zen Garden (which is super relaxing), got some water, got my AirPods and went back to bed. I didn't get back to sleep for at least half an hour of just laying there listening to white noise with the noise cancelling on. Oh, and get this. With the box fan... and the noise cancelling... and white noise playing in the earbuds... They still woke me up twice. They still fucking woke me up twice. Because, out of their entire apartment, they decide to set up their most commonly used living space precisely above my bed. I'm tempted to write my landlord and just... ask them if they would mind just moving their shit over to the other side of their main room? I feel like that's super forward and "bitchy neighbor" of me, but I've been losing sleep over this shit for 6 fucking months now. It's really fucking me up.

On top of all this, I had super disturbing dreams. Like... brainwash cult sweeping the nation and people very close to me were swept in, and they were like... potentially violent and shit. Super scary shit. It was not a good sleep.

I finally got up and... after journaling my dream... I found that the farmer's market ended at 2pm. I didn't get back to sleep until about 11, and I didn't get up until about 3. If I had slept through the night, I might've been able to make the last hour of it. I was upset about that.

I did yoga. It was nice, but my mind was wandering a lot. Which happens sometimes, it's okay. It was a nice practice. It started to storm and rained the rest of the day. I did my workout and played Hades. That's my routine now, pour my coffee so it cools to room temperature by the time I'm done... fire up a run in Hades... start my workout and play Hades during my rest in between sets. Then, when I'm done, eat breakfast, have coffee and finish my run. It's been working pretty well, I like it.

Tomorrow is my last day on my workout challenge, it's been a month already. Crazy how time flies. I think I've lost 3 or 4 pounds. I'm considering seeing if there's an exercise plan that includes stationary bike riding or a treadmill or something. I can just do my workout in the gym anytime then, it should be open 24/7. Then I can get a bit more of a sustained cardio workout, which has been missing from my exercise lately.

I dyed some beads, enough for another necklace that should be quite a bit longer than the last one. This one is a deep rich blue. I also decided to say fuck it and pull beads for a second necklace to do at the same time. A much longer one that is made of 88 of the smallest beads I have. This time, instead of sanding after dyeing... I sanded before. Which really does make the most sense. But... again... I have to do that by hand. So I started the day by sanding 32 medium sized beads by hand, one-by-one... then dying them, and setting them out to dry. That's a lot of sanding.

Then I did some house care. I'm downplaying that a bit. I... put Max's cat tree into storage. Finally. I had been using it as a stand for my lighting at night... at least that was my justification, I haven't been using those lights for several months now, I haven't needed to, I haven't been going to bed while it's dark. So... I figured... I'd have to do it eventually. And I put it into storage. And that part of the room is a lot emptier now. And it's really heart-wrenching, still. But it had to happen some day. And it's allowing the home to evolve a bit. I also brought the now potted Pothos upstairs to the loft, to their new home. They're all growing new leaves and growing quite fast now. So that's really nice!

I took some of the string lights that I had from the cat tree and I plan on putting them upstairs in the hallway leading to my bedroom. Maybe if I have more lighting at night, I will feel more safe waking up at night. I don't know. Worth a shot. Maybe I can get some lights for downstairs too, just so it's not like... this big gaping abyss full of dangerous mysteries below me.

So yeah, that was hard, but it was an important step for me. After that, I decided to set up a meal plan program. I signed up for a site that sorta... builds a meal plan for you and even has integration to buy your groceries and shit. It's pretty cool. So I made a deal with myself. I cancelled the subscription I had for this music sampling collection... which was a bit heartbreaking, but I haven't been using at all... and got this subscription instead, which was 1/3 the monthly cost. It made sense.

After I got that set up, I put it aside and started setting up the second necklace. I figured... with how time consuming the tung oil process is... why not just work in bulk? So I separated 88 small beads and strung them, and got the dye ready. Then I remembered... I didn't sand them... -_- Yep. So... I put on a YouTube lecture on the origins of religion and spiritual expression based on the latest archaeological discoveries (which was fucking mind-blowing and amazing and 1.5 hours long) and sorted, resized the holes and started sanding all 88 of them. One-by-one. By hand. I got to the halfway mark (44) by dinner time (around 12). And I pushed myself to do 22 more, since I was in a groove. And I did.

Then I did dinner. Just ramen with a few eggs and a soy/hot sauce base, some green onions, a little sesame oil to finish. One of the eggs fell on the floor and I had to clean it up. Just... you know... to spice up the day a bit more... And then I sat down and ate and started working on that meal planner. And these meals... so many of them just look so fucking basic and bland. Like... pasta with oil and some garlic and one basil leaf and 2 split cherry tomatoes. I don't know. A lot of the meal combos were really fucking weird... like asian food with cheese quesadillas as a side? Just... strange... And a lot of the food just didn't really seem appealing to me. Lots of flax stuff, and protein shakes... but I did find quite a bit of stuff that's going to work for me. Plus... it's all vegetarian, so that's a simple transition.

The Blue Jay is back. Actually there are two of them talking to each other, at least two. It's pouring rain out. I can tell it's my morning visitor, the big guy. It's the exact same time. I've been hearing him a lot lately. I wonder if he's just bitching for more free food... XD How fucking cool would it be to have a tame Blue Jay? They're in the Corvid family, with Crows, though not incredibly closely related. They do seem on a very different level than other song birds though. They're nuts. I've heard them imitate the sound of Red-Tailed Hawks to scare off other competing birds before. How fucking nuts is that?

Anyway. I got super lost in the whole meal planner thing. Because... they added this thing into it where you can inventory your pantry and then it sorta... figures out meals with your on-hand ingredients... and then orders shit that you need. Or at least it's supposed to, I haven't tried yet. It even had a barcode scanner thing on it, so it made it pretty easy to do (when it worked). But... again... I got super lost in it and inventoried literally all of my food. And then I looked at the clock and went "oh shit, I have to finish the beads..." So I finished the 2-week meal plan, as best as I could, and I'll come back to it tomorrow. And I went back to the beads. And I finished sanding the last 22 beads. And I went and soaked 44 of them on a string in the dye. This dye is green... but I watered it down. And I'm a little afraid that I might have watered it down a bit... too much. The other two necklaces, I didn't water that shit down fucking at all. So all I had to do was just roll them around a bit, let them soak the dye in, and they were nice and vibrant. This? I'm gonna let these puppies soak overnight. We'll see what they look like tomorrow. So I wedged a rock in there with them to keep them submerged in the dye and they're just gonna do their thing. The other half? I think I'm going to leave them undyed. I'm tempted to draw symbols of some sort on them. I liked the idea of like a prayer flag concept, of like... writing a symbol and putting an intention into each one, and repeating that 88 times. Or maybe cycling through the Zodiac symbols? I don't know, I haven't decided yet. I'm also going to have to settle on a medium for that. But at the core, this is going to be alternating green (likely very desaturated green, maybe like a green tea color) and natural wood color, and they'll have the nice rich oil stain to them as well. So... likely a subtle alternation of colors.

Oh, and I put the last necklace in a sealed bag with a cinnamon stick. Hopefully that will seal an aroma into it, I'll leave it for like a week or something. If not, I've always got powdered cinnamon too.

Okay, I think that's everything from today. Big goddamn day. But I still felt like I didn't actually finish anything. The blue beads aren't oil coated. I didn't get to sand the display table that I am 100% going to refinish in this batch as well... I didn't finish dying the small beads. I didn't finish setting up my meal planner. So yeah, that's a frustrating feeling. I get that a lot. But I really need to remember that just because something is not complete, doesn't mean I didn't work hard on it and accomplish a lot. And today was just non-stop working hard on good, healthy, cool things. And in the end, I'm happy with it.

Now, I really need to get to bed because I'm insanely tired. Headphones are 100% coming to bed with me tonight.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

The Boys are Back

Hey @roughentumble I did the thing 💖

Geralt's head pounded. His vision blurred on the edges. He slumped against the sofa, propped up against the pillows that Jaskier had helped him choose, trying to control his breathing. Four seconds in. Four seconds hold. Four seconds out.

It was always like this when he came back from a hunt still suffering from the toxic afterburn of his potions. He used to simply put himself to bed, but he'd learnt through horrible experience that falling asleep still high on potions would leave him feeling worse in the morning. He needed to wait till they wore out. Which meant regular breathing and sitting in a dark room until the worst of the feeling passed, then mindlessly scrolling on his phone while listening to ASMR until he felt sleepy enough to finally put himself to bed.

He refreshed his YouTube feed—an automatic reflex, given how many people he had subscribed to in his desperate hunt for sounds soothing enough to calm him—when a video popped up at the very top.

My Chemical Romance - The Foundations of Decay.

He frowned. Had he taken a hit to the head, muddling his memory? Had he taken too many potions? Or...

He clicked on the video. There were already well over ten thousand views.

Oh. Oh.

He was closing the app and phoning Jaskier before he'd even realised what he was doing. It rang three times, and then—

"Grrtrlllzzz." Jaskier grumbled. "Grrll... Geralt?" There was a sniff and the shift of a duvet. "Geralt? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing! I just—" he glanced at the clock. It was 3:12 am. Shit. He'd forgotten that not everyone lived to his backwards schedule. "Fuck. Sorry. I didn't realise what the time was."

"Right." Jaskier sniffed. "So... you just wanted to chat? Or? Can I go back to fucking sleep?"

Geralt felt horribly guilty. "Fuck. Sorry."

"Was there a reason you were calling? Only I've got a shift that starts in—" more rustling, "—five hours."

"Um." Geralt swallowed. "Sort of?"

Jaskier sighed audibly. "Sort of?" He sounded massively pissed off. "Well?"

"My Chemical Romance just released a new single," Geralt managed, apologetically.

There was a pause. "What?"

"It's called The Foundations of—"

"What? Really?!"

"Ye—"

"Is it good?"

"It's really good," Geralt said with a chuckle. "Yeah."

"Fuck. Fuck! Okay hold on..." More muffled blanket sounds. "Wait, I can't listen and be on the call at the same time. Is it on Spotify?"

Geralt didn't know. "Probably?"

"Okay I'll message you, fuck—" Jaskier sounded suddenly animated. "Oh god. Do you think they'll play it next week?"

"Probably? It might be part of the uh..." Geralt tried to remember how Jaskier described his own music. "Part of the hype?"

"God, probably— holy shit. Geralt. Geralt!"

"Yeah?"

"It's our boys!"

Geralt laughed. "They're older than you."

"Still..." a sigh. "I... sorry for snapping at you. Thanks for letting me know."

"It's okay."

"I'm gonna listen to it now. I'll message you?"

"You better."

"Seriously. Thank you." A yawn. "Love you, Geralt."

Jaskier didn't mean it. He was just excited—and sleep deprived. Geralt swallowed.

"Love you too."

"Yeah you do."

The line went dead. A minute later, Geralt's phone flashed with a notification. 

Holy cocking shit

I LOVE IT

AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

And then, five minutes after that:

ilu 💖

Geralt smiled to himself, tried to ignore the tight, bubbling feeling around his heart, and swiped to the next video.

[harlowhockeystick]

More Than A Holiday - Chris Kreider

Chris and Y/N are given the best gift for Christmas at the perfect time.

contains: mentions of giving birth, labor/contraction pains, hospitals, fem reader

word count: 1,075

12 fics of Christmas

tagging: @thecoldwind @drei-mrssvechii @puckbunnyforsway @theweightofstardust @snidneycrabby @multistann

“Okay, we got the bag, the car seat, the blanket….i feel like I'm forgetting something. Are we forgetting something?” Chris drug out, looking over the nursery for anything he could have possibly forgotten to pack. “Oh! My bag, duh.”

You were due with baby boy Kreider any day now. Any minute, it felt like though. Your due date, funny enough, was Christmas day. It was horrible planning on your part though, but Chris just couldn’t help himself one night. It’s not every hockey player's plan to have a baby in the middle of the season, but here you were.

But the plan, much to Chris’ thoughts and opinion, was to wait until your water broke to go to the hospital. Until that point you would continue with your regularly scheduled christmas plans, go to his family’s house and spend time there. Have lunch, open gifts, take pictures, all of the normal holiday things.

But Chris wanted you to stay home and rest. He didn’t want to put any pressure on you or the baby, and the last thing he wanted was for your water to break and you not being prepared. At home, you were prepared. At his mothers house, you were bombarded and smothered with questions and people you only see four times a year.

“Okay, i have everything packed up and ready to go tomorrow- if he makes an appearance tomorrow.” Chris got in bed next to you- well actually next to your pillows. The only way you were able to get at least a few hours sleep at night is if you had every pillow in the house surrounding you and propping you up.

“I have a strange feeling he won’t,” you mumbled, rubbing your hands over your belly softly. Even though he has dropped, and at your latest doctor's appointment they said that he should arrive on time, you still had a strange suspicion that he might hang around for a couple more days.

You only get a few hours of sleep before you’re being woken up with slow, but intense pain in your abdomen. You looked over at Chris and he was still fast asleep, his mouth wide open and he was snoring loudly. Must be nice, you thought.

It was just the one. But the one, turned into two, and two turned into four, and the next thing you knew, the pains were five minutes apart. You were told that when they got to be five minutes apart it was time to go to the hospital, but you were nervous. Nervous that it was time, the time that you had been thinking and dreaming about since early march. It was here and you didn’t know if you could do it.

You were slowly pacing around your bedroom, stopping to breathe through a contraction when it came. This was the time when Chris woke up- you leaned over the bed, your head dipped and you’re slowly swaying back and forth.

“sweetheart? Are you okay?” he asked, turning his bedside lamp on and rising up out of bed. You shook your head and once the contraction was over you stood up straight, and you were visibly stressed. Tears were brimming your eyes, and your lips were starting to quiver.

“I think so, um, i started having these, um, contractions earlier and i thought-” your breath was taken away by another one, and Chris immediately went to go put his shoes on and grab you some socks and your house shoes. You kept on rambling while he put your socks and shoes on for you, carefully walking with you downstairs to the car.

“Sweetheart- you’re in labor and we need to go to the hospital.” Chris demanded when you stopped in the kitchen to grab something to eat. As if that were important right now.

“But,” you whined and looked back at him, who looked like he was about to have a stroke if you don’t get in the car, “but what about Christmas with your parents! I don’t want to make them upset by not being there!”

“Baby i promise they won’t be upset, they care more about their grandson than some dinner. Now come on, we have a baby that we need to meet!” and with that, you let him drag you out to the car, where he checked twice to make sure all the bags and the carseat were there.

-

It was ten thirty four, when your baby boy came into the world. The actual labor itself took only an hour, but it took nearly four hours to get fully dilated and for the baby to get into proper position. It was painful but you were thankful that you were on medication to help with that.

“I’m so proud of you mama,” chris whispered when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing hair back out of your face. You were being stitched up while Chris went and watched as his son was bathed and his measurements were taken. After being wrapped up he was handed to Chris, and that’s when the tears started to flow.

He looked down at him in complete awe, every single emotion coming over him in that exact moment. He felt proud, proud to be his son's father. Love, he immediately had so much love already for his son who was just a few minutes old. Chris knew that he would go out of his way to make his life endlessly perfect.

“Do we have a name?” the nurse asked as you were handed your son for the first time that day. He laid on your bare chest. He looked so peaceful, and you even thought that he had a slight smile on his face while he rested on your chest.

You looked up at chris; for the past few weeks you were going back and forth between names, having a hard time deciding just one. But the past few days he had his heart set on one, and now it seems like the perfect name.

“Milo, Milo Kreider.” Chris leaned over and kissed the top of his head and his smile matched yours.

Over the course of the day family came in and out of the hospital room, friends and loved ones aweing over the newest addition to your little family. While you and baby Milo were asleep, Chris couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by love. “Best Christmas ever.”

.・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。.✫

- thank you for reading! i wish you a very merry christmas & a happy holidays!

xo, j

[infinitefandomimagines]

How the hq boys react to you pulling an all-nighter

WARNINGS: none

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CHARACTERS: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou, ushijima wakatoshi

Kuroo Tetsurou:

Kuroo had grown used to waking up with you pressed against his side in the early morning hours, each time pulling you closer and reveling in your warmth. It'd become something of a routine. He always woke up before you, eventually resorting to gently poking at your face when he grew impatient with the lack of attention.

However, this time as he reaches out, his fingers only grasp at cold and empty sheets. He lifts his head a little, peering through hazy eyes to search for your presence. When he realizes you weren't in your shared room, he lazily rolls out of bed to search for you. Maybe you'd woken up before him. It was rare that this happened, but when it did, you always made breakfast and had it waiting for the two of you when he woke.

After scouring the kitchen to no avail, he moves on to the living room of your small shared apartment. Sure enough, there you were, but why?

That's right! It hit him, you stayed up late to finish a lab report for one of your classes. However, when he went to bed he'd been under the impression that you'd eventually join him when you finished, not stay up the entire night. Yet there you were, still in the same position he'd left you in the night before. Hunched over a laptop, staring at the dim screen with dead eyes, attempting to comprehend the words on the screen. Snack wrappers and empty energy drink cans were scattered around your laptop along with a few loose pieces of paper and texts books. You looked absolutely exhausted, dark circles already forming just beneath your eyes.

It took you a while to even notice your boyfriend standing right in front of you, a concerned look painting his face. "Hmm? Oh, hi Tetsu . . . what time is it?"

"It's seven in the morning. Kitten, did you stay up all night?"

You nodded your head very slightly, rubbing the heel of your palms against your eyes, trying to the clear the cloudiness from your vision. "Had to finish my lab report."

He wants to scold you for sacrificing your health to finish the assignment that could have easily waited until today. But one more glance at your tired form tells him to bite his tongue for the time being. You were barely able able keep your eyes open, eyes closing ever now and then before snapping back open. Besides, it's not like he was one to talk, he'd done the same thing the week prior to finish a paper.

Looking back down at the empty food wrappers, an idea popped into his head. "Alright, Kitten," he spoke softly, extending both his hands out to you, palms up. "Let's go get you some proper breakfast, and when we get back you're going straight to bed."

Your movements were slow as you placed your hands into his, allowing him to pull you up from the couch. You wobbled a bit as you stood, but Kuroo was there to steady you.

Neither of you even bothered changing before Kuroo lead you to the front door and into his car, taking you to the small diner ten minutes from your apartment. He paid for your food, letting you get anything you wanted — except coffee, saying that you needed to sleep instead of trying to fight through the day on caffeine.

You ended up falling asleep in the car on the drive back to your apartment, exhaustion finally taking in over. Kuroo didn't have the heart to wake you up, so he ended up carrying you bridal style up a flight of stairs and into your shared apartment.

He gently sets you down in your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. "Get some sleep, Kitten," he whispers, leaning down to press a feather light kiss to the space between your eyes.

Bokuto Koutarou

If you think Bokuto isn't right there with you all night, then you are terribly mistaken. He's not going to bed unless you're there as well, wrapped up in his arms. No matter how tired he grew, he absolutely refused to leave you alone all night while you caught up on school work.

"Baby. . ." he drawled out in a whiney voice, lips set in a pout. "How much longer?"

You let out a sigh, this was the tenth time in the past hour Bokuto had interrupted your studying with his complaints. Not even bothering to look up from your laptop, you spoke. "I told you Kou, I need to get this done. You don't have to stay with me, I'll come to bed once I'm finished."

All you got in response was a childish "No," and an even bigger pout. You playfully rolled your eyes at how stubborn he could be. Despite his determination, you figured his exhaustion would take over eventually and he'd have no other choice than to finally go to bed. So, you returned your attention back to your school work and left Bokuto to entertain himself.

A few minutes passed and from the corner of your eye you noticed Bokuto's head starting to slowly tilt downward, his chin falling to his chest. However, just as quickly as he began to drift off, he jolted himself back awake, his head snapping up and eyes blinking furiously. This continued for about half an hour before you finally interjected. You reached your hand out and placed it atop of his to gain his attention. The sudden contact caused him to perk up, eyes wide.

"Kou, I can tell how exhausted you are. It's okay, I'll be fine alone. Please go get some rest." You lightly grazed your thumb over his knuckles. You were starting to feel guilty that he was fighting off some much needed sleep just to be with you.

Of course, your pleas fell on deaf ears with him. Shaking his head, he once again refused to leave your side. With neither of you giving in to the other, you decided to seek out a sort of middle ground. A compromise that was mainly of Bokuto's invention. That's how you ended up in your current — and slightly strange — position.

Bokuto laid on his stomach with his head in your lap, muscular arms wrapped around your hips, holding you as close as possible. His head was cocked to the side so that so that he could snuggle his face into your stomach. You've got your laptop set up on his back at an angle that still allowed you to see it clearly. As odd as it seemed, Bokuto claimed he didn't mind, saying the heat from it felt nice on his back muscles. But you're pretty sure the main reason is that he just wants to be close to you, which you don't mind.

Every so often when you're not using your hands for typing notes, you'll reach down and play with his hair. He let's out a hum of appreciation each time your finger tips make contact with his scalp, scratching at the sweet spot just above his nape. With your fingers working their magic, you manage to lull him to sleep in just a few minutes.

The two end up staying like that the rest of the night, it was surprisingly comfortable. Although at some point, he almost knocks over the whole set-up when he stirs in his sleep.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

He's not all that surprised to find your side of the bed empty when he wakes up for his daily 6:00 a.m. run. You'd been working on a paper just before he'd gone off to bed, and by the looks of it you still had quite a bit left to get through. So he got ready for his run as usual, throwing on a pair of joggers and jacket before making his way to the living room where he knew you'd be.

What did surprise him however, was the fact that you were still awake when he found you; well, half awake. You were laid out on the couch, turned on your side to face your laptop, though Ushijima doubted you were doing much in terms of work at this point.

He really thought you would have fallen asleep by now, but obviously he'd underestimated your determination.

"Is it already six?" You mumbled, propping yourself up on your elbow upon seeing Ushijima staring down at you. "You know, you really shouldn't stay up all night like this. You'll mess up your sleep schedule."

"Mhm," You hummed out, not having enough energy to come up with a quip or argue your case for staying up. Ushijima's brows knit together with concern, you must really be tired if the most you can muster up is a dull "mhm." He didn't notice it at first, but now having a better look at you, he takes note of the dark circles under your eyes and slightly paler complexion.

"Would you like to go to bed?"

You nod, but don't budge, too tired to even make an effort. Sleeping on the couch wouldn't be so horrible would it? Just as your eyelids begin to flutter shut, a pair of strong arms slip themselves under your figure. With one arm supporting your back and the other placed strategically at the bend of your knees, Ushijima lifts you up, cradling you against his chest. You lazily wrap your arms around his neck, trying your best to help him support your weight — even though he'd proved many times over that picking you up was no struggle. Looks like you won't be sleeping on the couch after all.

"Did you at least finish your paper?" He asks, voice low and soft as he carries you to your shared bedroom. You nod again before letting your head fall against his shoulder. "Good, I'm proud of you."

A warm blush creeps it's way onto your cheeks at his compliment. You dig your face further into his chest in an attempt to hide it, but given the small chuckle that vibrates through his chest he'd already saw.

"Now get some sleep, you need it." The second he sets you down on your bed you're missing his warmth. Even as he tucks you in under the comforter you find yourself reaching out to him with grabby hands. "Stay with me Toshi?" He really wants to say yes.

"I'll be back in a hour after my run." He places a chaste kiss to your forehead in hopes that it'll be enough to satisfy your need for affection until he gets back. Of course, it's not, and he can't help the way his heart sinks when your arms fall to your side. The sigh that escapes your lips only adds to his guilt.

As much as you wanted him to stay, you were too tired to try and convince him. Instead, you just closed your eyes and turned to your side, accepting your fate.

There's a light shuffling followed by a sigh that you assume is just your boyfriend stretching before his run. But then the bed sinks behind you as the same pair of arms that carried you just a few minutes ago snake around your waist. Warmth consumes you as Ushijima pulls you into his bare chest, your back now pressed flush against him. His long legs naturally tangle together with yours, and he nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

"I thought you were going for your run?" You ask, not that you were exactly complaining about this change of plans.

"It can wait. Just get some rest, I'll still be here when you wake up."

"Mmm, thank you, Toshi."

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A/N: I’m thinking about doing a part 2 to this with other characters so let me know who you want to see!

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[lex-n-weegie]

Comfort

A Waleigi short because life is tough and I found my Waluigi hat recently

Warnings: Sadness, bad family memories

The starry night sky was slowly going away, the tip of the sun just barely visible over the hills, who also seemed to be sleeping. Judging by their closed eyes at least. Waluigi happened to be up at this time, a habit of his that started because of a messed up sleep schedule.

Usually what he'd end up doing would be getting out of bed and getting a small snack. Maybe a sandwich. Then he'd sit on the couch for awhile, sometimes watching TV if he felt like it (on low volume of course, he doesn't like to admit it but he cares for his two housemates enough to not wake them up super early in the morning). He'd also sometimes water his rose garden, though not often.

So, that was exactly what he planned on doing. He wasn't expecting to already see someone sitting on the couch.

At first he thought maybe he was just tired and seeing things, happened before. Once he heard the sniffles though, it confirmed that he was, in fact, awake, along with someone else. He walked around the couch, intending to see who this person was.

"Hello?"

"Gah!" Walexi jumped in her seat, whipping her head around to give Waluigi an upset glare. "Jeez, do you just enjoy sneaking up on people?!"

"Yes actually, it's my favorite pastime." He smirked, teasing her a little. Usually she'd be angry but tease him back, they'd rag on each other jokingly all the time. This time however, she simply scowled at him, hugging her knees and turning away from him. Well, that was...different.

"What's gotten into you?" He asked, a little annoyed before having a playful tone again. "Am I just too witty for you?"

"No, I just wish you'd buzz off and never come back." She replied, her voice kind of wavering. Despite the angry tone, he could tell it wasn't exactly all anger there. Something was wrong.

"Wah, you feeling okay? You're-a acting different."

"Oh, I'm just peachy." She began to say in a sarcastic voice. "I'm being bothered by a freaking purple tree who won't leave me alone!" She gave him another angry look, to which he simply stayed silent. He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, when walked away.

Walexi continued to sit there, hugging her knees and grumbling a little. Quickly however, her anger melted into sadness. Great, this just added to what she thought of herself. Her family was right, she was unlovable and a monster. She was just horrible to the person she loves the most, what a greaaat person she was. Why did they even bother with her and her annoying, mean self?

Then, movement happened in the corner of her eye. Before she could fully react, she felt something soft wrap around her, a blanket from her room. Confused, she looked up at the person who did this: Waluigi.

"What are y-"

"Here." He interrupted, his voice a little softer than usual. Held carefully in his hands was her childhood plushie, a koopa troopa with faded colors. With a mix of confusion and hesitation, she told and plushie from him and set her legs back down, holding the plushie close.

"Why d-"

"I-a saw the tears on your cheeks and put two and two together." He replied, interrupting again and taking a moment to take off her glasses, setting them aside on the side table next to the couch. He knew tears getting on your glasses was annoying.

"Figured you needed comfort. I'll-a leave you alone now." He turned around but barely even took a step before he felt a hard tug on the back of his overalls. Turning back around, she was met with Walexi's eyes, tears now streaming down her face.

"D-don't go." She begged, her voice cracking. "Please."

He was surprised admittedly, not only had he never seen her this sad, this vulnerable with him, he also never had anyone need him for comfort.

Nonetheless, he sat down next to her, even picking her up a bit so she could sit on his lap and be able to be held. Kind of like hugging her. She sniffled again, snuggling up a little closer.

"Thank you..." She quietly said, the tears slowing down.

"Eh, don't mention it." He replied, a small smile on his face as he softly rubbed her back.

Maybe the day would start out good afterall.