#a sleepy goblin has much more than massages on the mind

[protonpowered]

An errant wandering thought idled on the idea of what a massage from her would be like, but he didn't push his luck. This, right now, would be enough.

...It would have been good though. With her strength and those captivating muscles she could get in deep to all those sore points and help really him unwind.

The sofa would be no good, they would have to do it on his bed, and they would need music. It wouldn't be right without music. He would lie on his front for her, she could sit on his hips. That would be best. She could be a comfortable weight on top of him, keeping him grounded between her thighs, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. She could start on his shoulders and upper back, moving down his spine to the lower back, and then his flanks.

Hands wandering with purpose, pressing deep. Secure beneath her weight and touch. The slow rock of their body as hands reached and moved with purpose across his skin. The pressure relieved. He could return the favour afterwards, perhaps....

And then... And then....

Nefarious drifted off into sleep again, this time to pleasant thoughts of just how damn amazing a massage sounded right about now....

And then what?

[moved-to-tucutucus]

 There is a certain comfort in silence.

 Of course, Nott can't enjoy that comfort, since her goblin ears are able to catch the faint snoring of the two deckhands in the same room as her, the muffled conversations on the deck of the ship, the waves and the water thrashing- crashing, at the side of the ship.

 

By the time she finished checking and unlocking the two chests they managed to salvage from the pirate ship, the water had almost dried off, so she scurried to the bedchambers, to drink and be alone for a while, though the alcohol was having little effect and the burn of the whiskey didn't mask the taste of brine and silt- salt, of the ocean water.

 She decided to sleep it off. At least, she tried.

 Her mind kept playing back the memories over and over. The moment that brute had grabbed her wrist and threw her off the side of the ship. The cold shock as she splashed down into the ocean. Her panicked thrashing to get out of the binds on her wrists and the hands pushing her down further and to catch up with the ships that were leaving her behind. And to Jester, diving in after her and opening a dimension door back to their ship.

 Every memory piled on, driving her into the smallest ball she could manage, pulling her hood protectively over her head, almost like if she wanted to hide.

 It's stuffy inside her hood, mostly after she tried using her arms in an attempt to drown out the ever presence of water. A drop of sweat tickled the corner of her lips, and she intended to lick it off, but as soon as her tongue brushes against the jagged edges of her teeth, she decides against it and to dry it off with the inside of her sleeve. 

Nott had grown accustomed to the sharp ridges that her teeth now have. That did not mean she liked that feeling, it crossed a fuzzy line between strange and familiar that made her uncomfortable.

 She much rather feel the trickle of warm sweat running down her brow and back, than the chilling reminder of water. 

Water, water, why did they have to come back to the ocean? Yes, Jester needs them to be with her for this Travelercon thing, and Nott wasn't going to ignore that, but she would have rather it being anywhere but an island.

Nott reflectively tensed her muscles in panicked frustration, her claws digging into her scalp, her arms pressing the sides of her skull as if it would help her escape, but her thoughts dance and spiral like a fathom inside her head, making her mind a whirlpool that she can't get out of-

  The door opened, snapping her out of the fog of memories. She didn't have to look to recognize the light, dragging gait of Caleb. He had been identifying what they'd gotten from the pirates, so how long has it been since she'd fled to the hold? 

There was a ring, dagger, sword, and a cloak,  so ten, twenty, forty minutes? It sure didn't feel that long.

 A light nudge was enough for her to reflexively slide over to make room for him to sit and she winced as her body made it clear she'd been in that one position for too long. 

 She let out a sigh, the sound matched by one of Caleb as he settled in next to her, then a snap quickly followed, as a sleepy purr started  close to her ears. 

  Caleb had been amazing in the fight. Strategical, sharp and precise with his spells, like when those pirates surrounded Beau and, knowing she would be safe, casted fireba- oh, she forgot, how his shoulders slumped ever so slightly, how the determination in his eyes vanished, replaced in succession with fear, sorrow, and cold numbness. It hurt her heart to remember how the shine of his eyes reflected a sail aflame and the lifeless, charred body of one of the pirates getting kicked off the side. It hurt even more to know what it meant to Caleb. It's good that Caduceus was able to snap him from his frozen stupor, pulling him away from the edge.

  Nott caught the sound of nails scratching at dry skin above her head, and quickly noticed that she had been massaging her wrists as well, thumb tracing over the spots where she remembers the binds hurting more. She reached into her hood, into her damp hair, both from sweat and ocean, and pulled out a flower that would keep her hands occupied, back lightly pressed against Caleb's thigh.

  A hand brushed a flock of hair out of her eyes before sweeping along her arm in an affectionate caress, where it settled for a moment. Nott would place a hand on top of his.

  Fjord must have been controlling the water below them to make the ship go faster. The bow of the ship made a dull thud every time it came down off the waves.

It reminded her of a heartbeat.

It was soothing.

Closing her eyes, she sighed again and snuggled closer to Caleb's side, neither of them inclined to talk.

 There is a certain comfort in silence.

I'd like to give a massive shout out to my buddy @/thebiscuiteternal for helping me while writting this! You are the best 💙💜

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Billy Loomis & Carrie White (1976) S/O with Dark Circles HCs

ANON: Hi can I please have a headcancon of billy loomes and Carrie white and thier s/o has dark circles and they have dark circles every day that they can’t get rid of ---

(Of course hon! This was pretty fun since they’re basically opposites lol, so I hope you don’t mind all the humor. HCs below the cut!)

Billy Loomis

🌂 He’s gonna be pretty upfront with it the first time he sees them, there’s no sugar coating with this boy. “Y/n, not gonna lie, you look pretty dead. What, you scared of Freddy Krueger or something?”

🌂 Honestly, he won’t care too much about the circles until he notices they’re a recurring thing. He won’t voice his concerns at first, but he’s certainly going to be suspicious after you continue to show up to school with them

🌂 Listen, if you’re dating Billy Loomis or Stu Macher- you gotta accept you’re gonna get stalked on the regular. As soon as he gets home from school, Billy goes straight to sleep so he can sneak over to your house and stake it out during the later hours- he just has to know. What the hell are you doing at night?

🌂 When he sees you just laying on your bed fiddling with your phone at 2am, prepare to have a very sleepy, very confused, and very grumpy Billy fumble through your window. Seriously Y/n??

🌂 “Baby what the hell. Go to sleep.”

🌂 “Babe what the hell? Get out of my house!”

🌂 He’ll shush you and push you into your bed, covering your mouth with his hand until he’s sure you didn’t wake up your family and that the coast is clear

🌂 Then it’s questionnaire time- you get to give Billy all your reasons for being up at this hour. Whether it be insomnia, stress, schoolwork, etc. Give the best excuses you’ve got, because none of them are gonna be good enough for him

🌂 He’ll gripe and groan playfully about you needing your beauty sleep, and then pull you into a hug- one that quickly turns into a cuddling session. If you’re okay with it- Billy would be more than happy to provide his ‘services’- it’s for your own good, Y/n, you have to get some rest! Now just relax, and let him tire you out

🌂 If you’re not down for that though- Billy can keep it rated E for everyone with some actually decent massage skills and the occasional gentle kiss and reassuring word

🌂 You can’t stop him from staying the night. His logic is that he’s able to make sure no dream demons kill you while you sleep, and totally not because he’s too tired to walk back to his house now

🌂 He doesn’t exactly have any tips or tools to help get rid of your circles, though personally he doesn’t mind them as long as you’re getting at least some rest. On the flip side, should anyone make fun of them, on god he’ll kick their ass

🌂 Stu will occasionally joke that you need bags as big as yours to carry Billy’s heavy emotional burdens- and therefore, Stu will occasionally get slapped on the back of the head

🌂 Overall, your dark circles don’t bother Billy unless you’re not getting enough sleep- that’s really the only time he cares. If you’re ever self conscious about them, Billy might not take you too seriously, so maybe bring it up to Randy or someone else instead

Carrie White

✨ Like Billy, she’ll bring her concerns to your attention the very first time she sees them. Unlike Billy, Carrie isn’t a blunt shrivel goblin, and she won’t make jokes about you.”Oh darlin’ you look so tired, you feelin’ okay?”

✨ She can be a bit of a mother hen at times, and one of those times is now. She’ll wait until after school when you both walk home together to discuss anything that might be causing you to lose sleep. She’ll probably stop underneath a tree or somewhere else where there’s shade if you seem extra groggy, allowing you to vent to her while she softly sweeps her cold thumbs against your under eyes

✨ It’ll likely be the very day after that when Carrie greets you in the morning with a little cardboard box wrapped in a pink bow. Inside, you’ll find assorted tea bags that Carrie hand picked from the store after reading up on sleep remedies at the library. “I didn’t know if you liked any a’ these, so I just got you a bunch to try!”

✨ Later that afternoon she calls and invites you over to her house, only saying it’s a surprise and hanging up with a mischievous giggle

✨ When you sneak in through her window to avoid Margaret, you’re greeted with a very giddy Carrie surrounded by a circle of face products. She’ll put a finger to her grinning mouth before ushering you over to her with hurried hand motions

✨ She’d gone out and bought an array of face masks for you, as well as laid out a few slices of cucumber on a plate. There was even a metal spoon tucked into a cup full of ice, and when you quietly asked her what it was for, she simply took it and placed it over her eye with a funny face, explaining with a gentle, “puffiness”

✨ She made sure spa time was over before it got dark, so that you could make your way back home safely and before it got too late to get good sleep

✨ Even if none of that helped, Carrie will constantly assure you that your dark circles don’t change any of her feelings- you’re always delightfully beautiful in her eyes! 

✨ She’ll occasionally invite you over for more spa days even if they don’t do anything for your circles- it’s just so she can see and spend time with you